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Colleen was engrossed in her Runic textbook and so she started as her alarm clock buzzed, then struggled briefly with the bottle on the coffee table next to her. Gripping anything was difficult with her feathered hands, but the bottle had been designed for those with avian descent and soon yielded her pills. She quickly gulped two of the large pills with the water in the glass next to the bottle, then quickly dashed for her nest in the corner, shedding her long house dress as she went and baring her naked body to the cool air of the room. She was a tall girl, with bright red feathers that cascaded from her forehead all the way down her back to a modest tail. One of the talons on her feet snagged on the carpet and she momentarily cursed the wall to wall carpeting that was prevalent in the dorm, but she quickly caught her balance and continued on her way. There was not a long lag time between taking the pills and the reaction and she had no desire to be caught out of her nest when the time came. The feathers coating her upper thighs swished as she walked, but luckily her talons did not snag again and she was able to lift first one lightly scaled leg, then the other over the slight lip to her nesting box.

Colleen quickly sat down and winced as the rough texture of the nesting material met with the slightly rough material of the nesting box. Her avian heritage was slightly further removed than most students in this dorm, so the materials which were provided by the dorm representative were a little too coarse for those parts where her human heritage showed through. Slight scratches marked her butt, belly, breasts, and face as she had at one time pressed these against the nesting material while straining. A solution would have to be found for this problem, but the pills kicked in and Colleen had no attention to spare.

Within moments, Colleen's belly began to gurgle and ache. Colleen had eaten heavily two hours before the pill as per the regimen proscribed by the reps and soon her slight gut began to disappear as the potion that had been concentrated down to two pills went to work, speeding Colleen's natural cycle to a massive degree. Colleen grunted as her skin began to stretch and ache and as she always did during the first part of her cycle, she mentally cursed her ancestors, who had decided in the massive tumult and magical explosion that was the great rift, instead of choosing their own kind, or even another mammal as many of Colleen's friends and fellow students were proof of, had decided to pick a bird- and a chicken at that- to merge with. Colleen had seen the pictures of the original birds and read up on their habits and abilities, as had all members of her family, and she still could not understand why her relatives had thought this was a good idea. A slow moving prey species, the only reason that Colleen's family had survived at all through the savage times that followed the great rift until civilization had once again arisen after coping with the influx of magic, was a prodigious breeding rate that out did almost every other merge present.

However, this attribute was more of a curse than a blessing to Colleen, who had hoped when she was still an immature chick, that even though her downy feathers signified her avian heritage, that the recent influx of normal human blood provided by her father would be enough and that she would take after him instead of after her mother. Her humanoid genitals had furthered this hope, as she had a vagina and a rectum instead of the looser cloaca of her mother, and she had been prepared for a human female reproductive cycle, if perhaps with eggs instead of a fetus. However, 1 month after she had been accepted to Grafford College of Magics and Sciences, she had screamed her way through laying her first egg in the bathroom of her dorm room and had been immediately transferred to the avain dorms, where the nesting boxes took up half of the bedroom area of the small suite. Having a private room did not make up for this change, and Colleen was still scrambling through her studies, squeezing as much study time in around her laying so that she could graduate and start to brew her freezing potion, which would put a halt to the steady production of eggs, but which also had to be brewed by the recipient or the magics would backlash and kill her. The complexity of the potion made it a senior magic potion and Colleen as a freshman was far off from such powerful and delicate brewing.

From the slight swelling of her large meal, Colleen's belly began to curve upward, first barely perceptible, then more aggressively, her belly was pushed upward, becoming a light yellow, featherless mound arising from the feathers that curled around from her back and stopped on her ribs and flanks. The pills sped the growth of the egg, and contained swelling solutions that were tailored to each recipients' desires and body shapes. Patricia, an ostrich down the hall, who lacked any hand shape to her upper limbs, had elected to follow her more avian heritage as her course of animal studies required very little interaction with normal humans and her body shape did not matter, so she looked very much like her ostrich ancestor with only a slightly human face to betray her heritage. Colleen's ambitions to become a sorceress was completely different change, and to follow her dreams, she would need to look attractive, not only to her fellow morphs, but to pure humans as well, as pure humans still controlled a lot of the power as they were able to access the remaining technologies of the past without hindrance. So Colleen's pills were tailored to only allow temporary stretching to accommodate the egg, prior to returning her to her normal, slight and taught body. However, this choice meant more pain for Colleen as the combination did not allow for pain killers as Patricia's did and was something she was resolved to fixing as soon as she had enough knowledge and skill to brew the pills for herself.

Colleen's C-cup breasts were soon no obstacle to the sight as it rose gently, signifying the rapid expansion of the egg within her. The pain and stretching feeling continued, until Colleen was certain her skin was going to tear, then finally reached a peak where she could no longer reach around it. The sensation stopped as the first pill finished it's work, giving Colleen enough time to curse and carefully, but firmly grip the bar at the end of the nesting box with her clawed feet and the grab bars at the side of the cage with her feathered fingers. This egg was a big one, and Colleen knew that the pain before would be but a memory compared to what came next, but Colleen was again thankful that her human heritage allowed her this much control. She was more than happy to give up her mothers' short gliding hops for the ability to grasp an item with her hand. However, the grasp became a clench in the next second as the next phase kicked in. A fully grown egg meant labor and the second pill kicked this into action.

Colleen's taloned feet tightened and loosened regularly as her body worked to dislodge the egg from her uterus and stretch her cervix to accommodate the large rounded shape. Liquid began to trickle from her hole and down the skin of her lips to her feathered thigh as she stretched and strained and sweat began to bead on her chest and face. Between contractions, Colleen breathed, her breasts heaving to gather in air and her feathers rustling as she shifted and prepared for the next contraction.

Each grunted contraction pressed, but the egg was a large one and wasn't moving. Normally the second pill relaxed her body enough that after 30 minutes of pushing, she had laid the egg and was already getting ready for her next class, but here she was, 4 hours after labor had started, class already come and gone and the egg hadn't moved. Colleen had long since gone from grunting with each contraction to crying pathetically, the tears running down her face and dripping off the hardened lips that she had instead of a beak. So it was no surprise when she didn't notice when the door of her room opened and a body came in. But she did notice when a scaled hand pushed a finger up her hole and started feeling, greeting the sensation with an echoing scream.

Another scaled hand smacked her thigh sharply and she was startled out of her scream and met the harsh, yellow, cold eyes of Dr. Copper. Dr. Copper was a very skilled doctor, but was as cold and as impersonal as his snake ancestors and Colleen had been frightened of the man since she had met him early this year while making arrangements to remain in College. Dr. Copper was a very skilled doctor, but he did not think very highly of prey species and had made it clear that if Colleen was too weak to manage her condition, he would think nothing of sending her home, where she would be like her mother, a prey animal surviving to old age only if her predator spouse permitted it. Colleen immediately cringed at the sight and moved back, only to have her thigh slapped harder. She immediately halted and was greeted by a wrenching sensation as her legs were spread farther than she had ever spread them before, almost farther than she could spread them without having them ripped off. Two rings, which she had seen mounted in the sides of the nest box, but had never used, were locked around her legs, keeping them there. Dr. Copper then grabbed her hips and pulled her down, stretching her even further. Her hole was now completely on display to it's widest extent and Dr. Copper could now place three fingers in, which he did.

Dr. Copper pressed his fingers in deeply, pushing here and there, while with his other hand he felt the mound of Colleen's belly. Colleen whimpered as the scales on Dr. Copper's bare hands tugged on the sensitive flesh of her inner cunt, but quickly silenced herself as the Dr. rolled his eye up and glared at her for interrupting his concentration. When the next contraction tightened under Dr. Copper's upper hand, he quickly removed his hand and used it to slap Colleen across the face.

"Stupid girl. You should have called for assistance hours ago. The pill you took isn't enough for an egg this large under your oh so restrictive body shape conditions. Your cervix has only partially dilated and you haven't even cleared a third of the size you'll need. You would still be here straining until the weekend if your teacher hadn't called me. It's too late for a surgical intervention, you body magic has locked into the process and we'd have to make you magic blind to get through your defenses. No, you're just going to have to be opened manually."

Colleen cringed again and a stream of negation poured from her lips, but Dr. Copper was in no mood to listen and she was silenced by another slap. Then she felt a strap circle her left thigh and the click as the strap was locked into the bolt in the nesting box. The Dr. was not being careful and the strap was bending and breaking feathers. A similar strap circled her right thigh, keeping her in the spread position the dr. had pulled her into. The Dr. then moved and locked her hands into rings that were just like those for her legs, which had been specially installed in the nesting box for her. Then she heard several clinks as the Dr. rummaged through a leather bag outside of the nesting box, then returned. She had never seen the mass of straps in his hand before, but quickly understood as he moved to her head. Her short scream was silenced by a third and the most vicious slap that turned her head to one side, only for it to be wrenched back by a cruel grasp on her cockscomb and a metal and leather strap was inserted between her stiff lips and fastened behind her head, again pinching and breaking feathers.

Dr. Copper then lifted the second item that he had brought into the nesting box and Colleen again tried to scream, but no sound came out around the cruel gag. The item was a rod, about 1 foot in length with a slight flare at the tip. Dr. Copper kneeled down and inserted the rod into Colleen's cunt. The rod was smaller than Dr. Coppers fingers and easily traveled up to where the egg was pushing against the cervix. Dr. Copper then waited for a contraction and in the slight easing that came after, pushed hard with the rod and shifting the egg back slightly away from the cervix and into Colleen. The pain was intense and Colleen nearly passed out. When she next could feel, she could feel as the slightly flared tip of the rod was now past the cervix, against the egg. Dr. Copper then began an arcane gesture with his free hand and cupped his hand. Colleen watched, unable to make a sound as his fingers spread apart very slowly, then she could feel as the rod echoed the motion and grew very slightly. Again and again Dr. Copper made the gesture and again the rod grew until Colleen could feel the flared edges pushing against the ring of her cervix. Then Colleen only felt fire and tried to scream as the rod exceeded the already stretched diameter and manually forced the cervix to spread. Colleen could feel herself tear and blood began to flow out in addition to the intermittent drops of birth fluid. However, Dr. Copper made no reaction other than to continue to make the arcane gesture, only pausing when the contractions occurred. Finally, a contraction occurred that seemed to push against the rod in a new way and Dr. Copper made a faint smile. He then began to pull the rod downward, very slowly, and Colleen could feel her cunt tearing as well. A steady flow of blood and now greenish birth fluid poured down and over Dr. Coppers hand, soaking the rough bedding.

The rod finally slid out with a wet pop, but no egg had emerged yet. Dr. Copper laid the rod down to the side, then grabbed a pinch of Colleens vaginal lips and pulled cruelly. Colleen nearly blacked out with the sensation, but instinctively pushed down and finally felt the motion of the egg, following the blood slicked path. It took 5 more pushes, but the egg finally slid out into Dr. Coppers waiting hands. It was a very large egg and was followed be a gush of remaining birth fluid that stung mercilessly in Colleen's many tears and she passed out with the sensation.

When Colleen awoke, it was dark and she had been unchained from the nesting box, but she was still filthy with dried birthing fluid, sweat, tears, and blood. The egg was gone, but she had expected that. Avians were never allowed to keep their eggs while in school and they were confiscated to recoup the cost of their potions which allowed them time to study instead of only being able to eat and nest. The eggs raised a high price amongst the oviparous species, and Colleen suspected that her unusually large egg was already Dr. Coppers meal. She peeled herself out of the sacks and crawled over to the shower, desperate to rinse the mess from her. She was too lightheaded to stand in the shower, but washed herself as well as she could. She then crawled over to her bed and grabbed the blood replenisher and general healing potion that she had stored there. After a short wait, she staggered to her feat, crying the whole way from the pain. It was only when she stood that she saw the note left carelessly on the floor next to her nesting box. Colleen was tempted to leave it where it was for tomorrow, but something remembered about the look in Dr. Copper's eyes made her stagger over and slide back to the ground to read it.

If you miss class again without calling for assistance, do not expect the courtesy of a manual opening. I will simply recommend that you be dropped from the program and auctioned off to the closest hungry predator. I expect your egg on time next week.