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Zasz couldn't believe where she was, still. Her toes tapped uneasily on the wet soil of the marshlands, as she stared at her home. Tears of sheer joy welled up in her eyes, yet she couldn't bring herself to move forward. She was just so happy to even see it again. Linda had done her a huge favor, giving her a map and even a halfway ride in the town's train. It took a long time to put together, but there she was, standing at the doorstep of her home.

Jake put a hand on her shoulder, "Are you okay, Zasz? I thought you'd be happier to be here." His warm smile gave her a bit of courage to go forward.

"I am happy, but I'm just a little... you know... scared..." She admitted. The pieces of her psyche had been placed back together, though her fear still kept her from seeking out her old home. She remembered what it was like to be her old self, but she wasn't sure how much had changed in the six years she had been gone.

"Zasz, you must do this..." Char said, urging her on. His feathers had started to grow back, and he was covered with a ridiculously messy and fluffy coat of golden down, which cheered Zasz up every time she saw it.

"I know... I just... need some time to calm down..." Her two friends nodded. She looked behind her at the thick, foggy woods that protected her village from invasion, and then back at her home, and its numerous wooden houses. She remembered the rafts her home floated upon in some places. She remembered the peer under which she lost her male body's virginity to her love...

She swallowed hard and sheepishly started inching towards her village. Her hands drifted to the package in her tummy, which was seven months old by then. She had resigned herself to her fate as a mother, but she knew it would affect how Illia would accept her. She continued to inch up to the guarded gate of her home, where two spear-holding crocodiles stood guard. They ignored her for the most part, as her tattered, makeshift clothing, which was standard for her village, did well to show off the tattoos adorning her body. One of them spoke up, however.

"Excuse me miss. What's your name?" He asked, suspiciously.

"Zasz..." She returned. The crocodile stumbled back for a moment in surprise.

"What!?" He asked, his voice turning to anger. "You're Zasz!? If you're Zasz, who am I?" Zasz looked at him for a moment, thinking.

"Northis?" She asked, surprised. Northis shook his head in surprise.

"What...?" He asked. "But, how?"

"They... changed me..." She said, sadly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry..." He said. "At least you're home, my old friend..."

Zasz asked, "What happened to Illia?" Northis hesitated a moment.

"Maybe... you should see her yourself... She lives in that hut over there." He said. She nodded in thanks and worriedly walked off.

She grimaced in anticipation as she approached the hut, stopping to rap on the door with her knuckles. A few agonizing moments passed by before the flimsy door flung open, revealing the most beautiful snake Zasz had ever seen. Her blue-green scales were as radiant as ever, and her sky-colored eyes stared back into hers. "Hello?" She asked, trying to place where she had seen those eyes before. She thought she knew, but the idea was silly.

Zasz found herself almost unable to speak. "Illia..." She said. She took a step forward, resisting the urge to embrace her. The confused snake slithered back slightly. "It's me... Zasz..." She said, gesturing towards herself.

"Zasz..?" She asked, horrified. The idea wasn't so silly anymore. Illia lunged forward, wrapping her arms around her lover. "Oh, Zasz... I thought I lost you forever... I... I thought you were gone..." Zasz hugged her lover back, bursting into tears.

"I'm back, Illia... I missed you so much... so... so much..." She wept. The other snake began crying as well. "I'm glad to have you back in my arms..." She and Illia held eachother for several minutes, crying out of happiness. Finally, Zasz thought, her life was worth living again. She felt Illia's hands find her baby bump, which sat atop her new legs.

"You're... you're..." Illia stuttered.

Zasz choked, "Different... knocked up... I know... I'm sorry... They... they changed me..." Illia just stared at her, saddened. "Illia..." She choked, "We... we can still be together, right...?" Zasz felt her heart drop when Illia turned away from her, crying. That was answer enough... Zasz's legs gave out and she dropped to a sitting position, stunned. "No... Illia..." She started crying.

"I'm sorry, Zasz..." Illia said, slithering next to her and nuzzling her face.

Zasz said, sadly, "I understand... it's because I'm so... mutilated..."

Illia's eyes watered, "No, Zasz... that's not it..." She said, lovingly. Zasz's sad eyes became confused.

"Then... then why?" She choked. Illia placed a hand on hers.

"Zasz... I... I waited for three years for you... but you never came back like you said you would..." Zasz's mouth quivered with what was coming. "I... I married someone else... Zasz, please believe me, I still loved you, but I thought you weren't coming back..." Zasz pulled her hand away from hers.

"You found someone else...?" She asked, stunned.

"I had to... Zasz, I'm so sorry..."

"But, you promised you'd wait if I ever got caught-"

"I DID wait, Zasz... three years... more than we agreed to..." Illia cried. "I thought you had died, Zasz! When Neric offered me his hand... I... I couldn't say no..."

Zasz merely stared down at the ground for many moments. In that moment, she realized everything she had hoped for when she got back wasn't going to happen. Her whole reason for escaping was gone. Everything she had was lost in that brief moment. She couldn't take it. Suddenly she burst out into tears, bawling hard. Illia, also crying softly, held her crying former flame to herself, trying to comfort her. But Zasz kept bawling. A small voice called from behind Illia, "Mommy? Mommy what's wrong? Who that?"

Illia turned to face her son of three years. "This is your aunt Zasz, sweetie..." she sniffled. "She's going to stay with us as long as she needs to."

Many minutes passed, and Zasz slowly calmed out of her crying fit. She felt a little joy being held in the arms of her true love, even though she was taken already. At least, for that moment, she could enjoy Illia's presence if nothing more. "I couldn't possibly stay here..." Zasz choked at last.

"No, you're very welcome to, Zasz. Please..." Illia told her. "You... you could become Neric's second wife. We could all be lovers..."

Zasz heaved a mixture of a sigh and a sob and asked, "But who do you truly love... me..? Or Neric...?" Illia teared up and looked away. "It wasn't just a matter of sex... Illia... You... you were my one... my only... but you've found someone else..." A tense moment passed by. "Illia... I love you..." Zasz sobbed.

With that last declaration of love Zasz pried herself out of her love's grip, leaving the stunned snake inside her home, awaiting her husband's return. Zasz cried and cried as she ran away from her home village, leaving a concerned and obviously confused Northis in the dust. Her two ex-slave friends saw her running to them, crying. She launched herself into Jake's arms, who rocked her trying to console her. The two males glanced at each other and knew exactly what happened.

Without a word, Jake picked her up and they began moving away from the forest. After wading back out of the marsh, they found themselves in the lovely plains surrounding the area. "What do you want to do, Zasz?" Jake asked.

"I just wanna go back to the inn." She cried. The two nodded and began the long trek back to Bradford. All the while, the two friends kept trying to console who, and it worked to an extent. Zasz just couldn't find a reason to keep going anymore, save for her few friends. They found the railroad and quickly got everyone into their tattoo-obscuring outfits.

They kept walking alongside the tracks, and a steam train started coming down the tracks their way. Char was always fascinated by the technology. They kept walking, however, not paying it much mind until the sparks from the brakes began showering the landscape around them. They all jumped back away from the tracks as the train skidded to a halt in front of them. The three slaves all stared at the train in wonder as it let off a giant puff of steam as it stopped. However, curiosity turned to horror as a platoon of guns extended from the windows. Before they could react a shower of darts hit them dead-on, sending all three of them into a screaming fit, followed by paralysis, and then soon sleep took them.

Zasz groggily awoke to the sound of a steam train moving. She couldn't see, and felt a blindfold over her eyes. She started tearing up when she realized her hands were held suspended over her head with shackles, held in a sitting position in the corner. She could only think cry, "Help!" when suddenly a strong hand clamped over her muzzle. She heard a voice which she could barely place speak up.

Eric Graves, the snake that took her feminine virginity, called out, "Claire, she's awake."

"Oh good." Professor Khrast said, sarcastically. Zasz felt a sharp pain suddenly ring out from her nipple. She whimpered under Graves's hand as Khrast continued. "It's been too long. You've been a very bad girl, Zasz." The snake girl started sobbing more. Graves let go and she cried out.

"I'm sorry!"

"No, not yet, darling." The hyena said from the blackness. The pain in Zasz's nipple increased, as it was being pulled. She felt a hot, thick object slide into her cunt, and the coils of a snake wrapping around her pregnant body. Graves started humping her, happy to have her back in his grip.

Zasz tried to protest, but Khrast only responded by yanking the blindfold from her face. She was inside a car in the train, which was barren except for a few windows and the three inhabitants. Graves was already coiled around her, raping her with gusto, much to her dismay. She grunted and moaned under him, and let out a grunt when the serpent's tale slid into her ass. She looked down at her breasts, only to see that her nipples had tiny rings in them and chains linking them together, which was in the evilly grinning Khrast's grip. "I think she's even better with legs. Or maybe it's this cute swollen belly that's making it better."

Khrast bent down and grabbed her tits, causing milk to trickle out of her aching nipples. "This is a lovely peek into the rest of your life, Zasz." Khrast said. Zasz started whimpering and moaning. Khrast unclasped the rings and slid them out of her, then proceeding to start suckling the lactating snake's breast. Grinning and still pumping in and out of both her holes, leaned forward to suckle at her other breast. Zasz wiggled and groaned under the stimulus, tears trickling down her face. She realized that no matter how she tried, she couldn't escape this fate, ever.

She felt a fang poke at her chest as Graves playfully nipped at her nipple. She cringed and he grinned at her, resuming his suckling. He finally started twitching and shot his seed into her already filled womb. He licked the milk off his lips and grinned. "I hope your baby's a bitch too. Then we can do you both together. It'd be like a mother/daughter orgy, heh heh heh." Khrast pulled away too and giggled at him.

"Don't worry, Eric. Whatever pops out of her cunt is Arkania labs property. If it's a bitch you'll have first dibs." The snake laughed in response and loosened his coil on Zasz's body. He moved to her front, where he shoved his cock into her face, and she grudgingly accepted it into her mouth. She felt Khrast's tongue circle her clit and dip into her innards. She pulled her tongue out of her and inserted her fingers into the snake's cunt, trying to push her into her orgasm. Moments later she was riding her own climax.

"Well, Zasz..." Khrast said, cleaning the cum from her muzzle and dressing herself, "I hope you liked that. In two days, we'll be back at the labs, and you're being sold to that brothel." She leaned down, ignoring graves who was also dressing himself, and kissed Zasz, forcing all the cum in her mouth into the snake's. With that she winked at the snake, "We'll be back later, sweetie.".

Zasz curled up as much as she could and cried quietly to herself. "This... this is my life..." She wept. She heard the door to her car open and heard Jake and Char shouting as they were forced in. Jake leapt to his feet, dusting himself off.

"You yeah, jackasses!? I-"

"Jake, shut up." Char snapped. The stunned Jake instantly stopped speaking. They turned around to see Zasz in a situation that, sadly, wasn't too unusual to her.

"Oh, Zasz..." Jake moped.

"Hey, guys..." She said, pretending to be cheerful. "Do you guys want to fuck me too..? I'm open..."

"Zasz..." Char said, "please, please don't talk like that..."

"Yeah, buddy... We'll get out of this somehow. We always do..." Jake added.

Zasz started sobbing again, "No, we can't... no matter how many times I run away I always run flat into another guy who wants to stick his freaking dick in me, so why run from it anymore?" Char stroked her head and sat next to her. Jake followed the example sitting on her other side.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to be strong enough for you too..." Jake said, putting his arm around her. The three just sat there, huddled together, trying to keep cheerful. Soon the train stopped somewhere, but no one came into their car. It got dark soon after that, and they started struggling to go to sleep.

"Jake... could... could you rub my tummy...?" Zasz asked, blushing. Jake grinned.

"Awww. Sure, I could do that." He took his right hand and started rubbing it against her swollen belly. She grinned and let out a very quiet chuckle. Before long she started drifting to sleep, dreaming sweet dreams of Illia.

The next day started off the same way, with the three of them huddling together. Despite their warnings, her two captors hadn't returned. They started to get comfortable when Zasz started squirming, uncomfortably. "Guys... guys... I... I feel weird..." They both looked at her in surprise. She strained against her shackles as she felt her body heave downwards. "Guys, what's happening!?" She cried, hoping for an answer that she wasn't thinking.

Jake just spat, "Shit! She's still got two months!"

"The stresses must've pushed her into early labor..." Char said, placing his hands on the snake's belly.

"Labor!?" She asked, frantically. Suddenly the waves of movement in her guts stopped.

"You're going into contractions, Zasz." Char stated. The snake started crying at the realization. Every moment of her life just seemed to be worse than the last, as of late. For several hours her contractions went on and off, and their cries for help fell on deaf ears.

12 hours after the contractions started, Zasz cried out. "Oh, God! I think it's coming..." She squeezed her head between her elbows, her arms still shackled above her. She started hyperventilating as her contractions became quicker and more intense, letting out little whines of pain.

"Sh, sh, Zasz, breathe... please, deep breaths..." Char soothed.

"Oh, it hurts..." She cried.

"C'mon, buddy, deep breaths." Jake reinforced. Zasz started taking deep breaths in between cries. She never had felt such pain as childbirth, and didn't figure she ever would. She tilted her head back and let out a deafening shriek and scrunched herself up, trying to squeeze the infant out of her. But Char soothed her and rubbed her stomach while Jake squeezed her hand. Her water suddenly poke and spilled out along with a large amount of blood.

"I don't know what to do..." She screamed. The two looked at her, and then each other, and then back at her.

Both of their expressions said, "Neither do I", but Jake squeezed her hand and said, "Don't worry you'll be fine. Deep breaths, now, c'mon." And she kept breathing, as all three of them were trying to figure out if everything was happening as it was meant to. She cried and squirmed and squeezed, closing her eyes tight. She kept at it as she felt the contents of her belly shift dramatically. She heard Jake cry out, "I see a head! Keep pushing, Zasz!"

She cried out, sweating, crying, and writhing, until suddenly she felt the rest of the child slid out of her body. The baby's cries instantly started as she went completely limp. She closed her eyes, panting and sweating. She closed her eyes for another two minutes as Char tended to the child while Jake tended to her. Soon she felt something pressed against her. "Zasz, it's a baby girl." She heard Char say. She opened her eyes and saw her child, which Char was pressing against her chest, and her heart instantly melted at the sight as maternal instinct took over. She couldn't reach her, and Char lifted her closer to her face.

The baby was still crying, possibly more upset from the trauma of childbirth than Zasz was. She was still fairly serpentine and thin, but had beautiful, sapphire scales and a pale yellow belly. She also had a few tiny, soft blue horns jetting from her muzzle. "She's so cute..." Zasz gasped. Char gave her a warm smile and pressed the infant's snout to her mother's breast, where she started suckling her. Zasz's face flushed red, happily.

"See?" Jake said, "You do have more to your life. Everything's going to be fine, friend..." Zasz nodded with tears in her eyes. A few more hours passed admiring the child, and the somewhat less pleasant experience of passing the placenta. But before long, all three were fast asleep.

The next morning the slaves were woken by the sound of guns cocking. They looked up to see Graves, Khrast, and three armed guards standing over them. "Excuse us." Graves snapped, "But do you two think we could get some privacy?" Char and Jake both got up glaring, escorted out of the room by two of the guards. "Well well, what kind of child do we have?" He asked, slithering over to her and snatching the infant off of her mother's chest and examining her, inciting a shout of despair from the new mother. "Yep, my luck. It's a bitch." He proclaimed, happily, before passing the child to Khrast.

"No, please!" She cried. Graves slithered around her, inserting his hardening dick into her and cutting her off by forcing her to kiss him while she protested. She started crying, realizing one of the first images of her through her child's eyes would be her being raped.

"See mommy?" Khrast asked, rocking the infant. "She's having a wonderful time, huh? That's going to be you some day, Sarah." Zasz froze. Once again something good's come along and they've just taken it away from her. She started screaming again, loudly, so much that Graves had to hold her mouth shut. "Don't worry, Zasz. We'll take good, good care of her." She began laughing at the squirming, violated snake. That was, until she was cut off when the train started grinding to a halt.

Zasz's heart skipped a beat when Khrast nearly fell over. Her two captors exchanged glances and jumped up, leaving her alone. But still Khrast held on to the child. They both ran out of the door, leaving it open behind them. Zasz curled up and cried, all alone, until she heard the conversation in the other room.

"Mr. Raynor! What a surprise!" Khrast laughed, nervously.

"What's the meaning of this!?" Graves roared.

Raynor let out a small chuckle, "Mr. Graves, Ms. Khrast, you're both under arrest by the Eastern Civilization military." And with that, the sounds of boots clacking and cuffs clinking and a baby crying were heard ringing.

"You can't arrest me! You have no charges!" Graves shouted.

"What did we do!?" Khrast screamed. But the doors closed behind them and silence was present for only a moment before she heard Jake scream.

"YES! Oh MAN! God am I happy to see you, man!" He hollered.

The chuckling Raynor began walking to the back of the train, where Zasz stared at him. Rather than his fancy uniform Raynor was wearing nothing but a loose suit and a trench-coat. His black hair was also messy, obviously pointing out his sleep deprivation. In his arm he held their baby, tenderly. He kneeled beside her and stroked her head. "Hello, Zasz..." He cooed.

"Raynor..." She returned. The dragon presented the key in his other hand and snapped the shackles from her wrists. With his other hand, he pressed their child into her arms, who she cradled lovingly.

"I missed you... I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you..." He said, sitting next to her. Char and Jake slunk in, happy to see their friend reunited with her daughter.

"Raynor... why...?" She asked, teary eyed.

"Why what?" He returned.

"Why, why did you do all this?" She asked. He tilted his head. "You... you meant to get me pregnant... and I'm pretty sure you set up the catastrophe with Tiamat... and helped me escape from it... and then you knew which town we'd run to, and tried to meet up with me there, and when that failed you traced me here and... and rescued me... Why..?"

Raynor smiled, his eyes watering up. "Because we're... we're kindred spirits, Zasz... and I love you... I love you dearly..." He put his hand and her belly, and then brushed his daughter's face.

"Raynor..." She repeated. She looked around the room, around at her friends and her savior. She looked into his yellow, slit-pupil eyes. She thought about Illia, and the life she could never, ever have back. But in his big eyes she saw another life. A life she could have, and love. Something that could make up for the horrible pain she suffered in her life. Something that could maybe make it all better. She looked down at the infant in her arms, who had fallen fast asleep after all the excitement.

She looked back at Raynor, who was on pins and needles. She looked into his eyes again, and felt something there. She felt his love for her, and her heart ached like it did when she thought about Illia. She started tearing up again. "Raynor, I... I love you too..." And with that tears streamed down both their faces and they embraced each other. In his arms, and with her child in her arms, she felt safe, and happy for the first time in so long...

"Don't worry, Zasz... Everything will be better... I promise..." He whispered. "We can go to my hometown... It's close to the outskirts, and slaves are welcomed there... And I'll only own you on paper. As long as we're together, you'll be as free as you want to be..."

"Thank you, Raynor..." She said, happy. She looked down at her sleeping baby. She remembered the names that she and Illia had come up with. "Could... could we name her... Angelus?" He smiled.

"Of course..." He said. He picked her up off the ground and walked past her two friends, who his men were watching over. "This slave... I'm taking her into my own custody, seeing as how after the whole Tiamat incident, and with the irrefutable evidence provided from it against Khrast, Graves, and their associates, she's ownerless. Don't worry, I'll get the money and paperwork in later, boys."

His men saluted him and he was about to start walking off when Jake called after him. "Far be it for me to interrupt a tender moment, but might you need a few more helping hands?"

"I agree. We could be useful to you." Char piped in, seeing a fleeting opportunity escaping him.

"Of course, I couldn't forget you two." Raynor said, stifling a chuckle looking at Jake's puppy-dog face. He looked down at Zasz who gave an appreciative glance.

It was only a few days later when they arrived at their new home. It was gorgeous, especially to Zasz. Raynor squeezed her. "Welcome home." He said. Raynor had a beautiful, two-story home, passed down to him through his family. It was set in a lovely grasslands area and built on the shore of a crystal lake. It was a little out of the way from the rest of the town, which was visible just on the horizon. And everything was so far away from the conflict, and so peaceful. Slaves littered the town, marked by their distinctive tattoos which were amazingly ignored by the others.

Zasz almost cried as she looked down at Angelus, and then up at her new, gentle lover. She looked to her right to see her two best friends walking up the path behind them, Jake pointing feverishly and Char trying not to laugh at him. She looked up at the lovely skies. Raynor put his arm around her, hugging her closer to him and giving her a kiss on the top of her head. She leaded against him in response, resting her head against his chest and smiling happily. Maybe, she thought, she could have a happy life here too.