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There was a soft ticking coming from somewhere, constant unending, unchanging in its simple rhythm. Tick... tick... tick... tick... She groaned softly, the methodic sound bringing her consciousness back to the surface. Peeking her eyes open, the small naked anthro dragoness immediately shut them as harsh blotted light assaulted her senses. Taking a moment to recover, she slid them open a little more slowly allowing the bright light overhead to filter in a little a time. The uncovered dome light radiated strait down onto her body which, with a little tug, she found to be restrained upon a slightly tilted table of some kind.

As the blob shapes began to take focus, she glanced from one side to another. Her eyes went wide, sucking in a soft hissing breath as she noticed the backside of a creature she knew very well. Deathwing was a large black dragon with most of his body scales replaced with metal plates. He was as devious and intelligent as he was physically powerful and if she were here... this didn't bode well. Looking up and down, she found her wrists and ankles cuffed to the table in a spread eagle position with a plastic measuring tape around her waist.

Her movements must have alerted him for the large plated head turned to the side, a glowing blood red eye peering strait at her. Alya froze, as if being perfectly still might allow her to blend in and become invisible to the gaze that fell upon her. Strangely it seemed to work as the large male tuned away and resumed doing whatever it was he was doing back there. The poor girl gave token resistance, she knew there would be no escape, she was his favorite plaything. Unfortunately the wait was almost as bad as whatever it was he had planned, the several minutes helplessly strapped to the table gave her mind time conjure all sorts of nasty scenarios that might befall her here shortly.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, the large plated dragon turned swiftly and made his way over, setting a tray down beside her. Lifting her head she glanced at the tray and immediately regretted it, the thing lined with freshly sharpened medical equipment from clamps to syringes to knives, all of an exquisite almost lavish silver design that reflected the light with an almost eerie glee. Whimpering softly, she looked up at him, anxiously swishing the tip of her tail that had was still free. The dark emotionless face hovering above her shifted to a satisfied smirk as he pulled the tape measure free from around her body.

" Your in luck my girl, looks like you get to save the life of one of your favorite creatures today." She blinked in confusion. " Your just the right size too, I doubt a more perfect match could be found. She had an unfortunate accident and I found her near death. Granted the part you'll be replacing was badly mauled but the rest of her body is in pristine condition." The great black nodded his head to the other side of the table and the young dragoness turned to look, squeaking in surprise at what she saw.

There suspended in a glowing baby blue light was the body of a black horse... a black headless horse. Its insides were displayed quite plainly for all to see, bits of tubing and spinal column jutting out of the otherwise perfectly smooth cut. For all the horror of the scene, the lithe female found herself somewhat intrigued having never seen the inside of a horse like that. " Shouldn't be too hard to put you together-" He spoke while picking up a sharp silver scalpel and placed his free paw on her hip, slipping the blade just inside the bound female's flesh and began separating the two halves. " It'll be mostly melding the spine together that will be tricky."

Alya hissed loudly, tensing all over as she watched her body being cut into, an instant welt of wet red blood forming up around the knife. Strangely there was no pain as the size of the cut increased by an inch. Anesthesia? No, she could still feel everything: the pressure of his dangerously powerful paw on her stomach, the sensation of her skin separating and pealing away, even the trickle of blood draining down the side of her body... but there was no pain. She watched with gritted teeth as he drew the blade slowly downward from the area just above her kidney to a point just above her crotch, then do the same on the other side making a sort of V-shape.

Within a matter of seconds, he'd completely separated her skin into to halves. What was even stranger was feeling him gently roll it up and away from the open crevice, exposing her gooey inner organs to the cool air. She shivered a little, whining in protest as her beautiful body was so easily carved up but, as expected, Deathwing didn't even take notice. Pulling a clamp off the tray, he reached inside of her body and took hold of something soft and squishy. A loud gasp burst from her throat at the odd sensation of feeling her internal organs so directly manipulated. Bending down close, the great drake narrowed his eyes, examining the bit of dripping organ casually before setting it back into her stomach area.

Using a second probing device in conjecture with the clamp, he began fishing around her insides, moving bits to the side here, prodding a fluid filled sacks there. Poor Alya squeaked and squirmed, huffing and panting as her insides were violated. " Mmm, wont need that." He commented once causing the breasted female to squeak in protest. Even not knowing what it was, she disliked hearing that any part of her body was 'not needed'. Then the clamp latched onto something that made her squeal as it was gently squeezed, eyes wide in shock. The black dragon continued to ignore her, lifting it up out of the pool of blood to examine his find more closely.

With a grunt he released the thing, the dragoness' body going limp as he pulled both tools out of her, dropping the probe and collecting a second larger scalpel. Wandering around to the other side, Deathwing rolled over onto his back and slid up under the mare's body as easily as a mechanic working on car might. Pressing the blade at one end of its stomach, he quickly sliced upward with precision one so large ought not to have and split the horses stomach right open. Expecting to see the mass of heavy organs come falling out onto his snout, the dragoness watched mystified as not even a single drop of blood fell from the open cavity. Whatever it was holding the creature in place seemed to hold everything exactly in place.

Dropping the silver knife to the ground, he began picking and prodding at the horse's interior, pealing back flaps of flesh and nudging intestines out of the way. The little girl's heart skipped a beat as the large male's arm slid up into the open cavity making a juicy wet squelching sound. More awkward noises echoed loudly in her ears as he simply wiggled his arm around inside as if it were a perfectly acceptable thing to do. With a satisfied grunt, he smushed a collection of internal organs to the side and peered in, eying whatever it is he'd found. " Good good, no problem then." He spoke out loud to himself, withdrawing his arm with yet another vivid squishy sound.

With his forearm covered in horse blood, he retrieved his blade and wandered back over, dropping the thing on the tray carelessly. " Well now-" He spoke almost enthusiastically. " -shall we get started?" Even as the poor dragoness shook her head back and fourth in frantic response, he picked up a pair of razor sharp shears and an adjustable pincher clamp and set to work.

Over then next hour or so, Alya watched as bits of her insides were cut and clamped, severed and removed or simply shoved to the side. Rivulets of her warm lifeblood leaked off the end of the table into a collection drain but no matter how much she lost there always seemed to be a fresh supply to keep her conscious and alive. As a final step, she felt him wedge something into her spine and twist, separating the vertebrae. A loud whining cry echoed from her throat as she lost all feeling below the waist. Instead of acknowledging her pleas, he simply nodded in satisfaction, setting his tools down with a simple; " There."

Thats about the time when a collection of slick silver mechanical tentacles slid down from the darkness above the dome light and took up positions all over her upper body. As soon as she was secure, the clamps holding her arms and legs snapped open. She didn't resist as the half of her that remained was lifted bodily off the table. A sickening thump made her cringe, the big male looking back momentarily as her now unrestrained lower half slid off the table in a bloody streak, landing carelessly on the floor. Unphased by the interruption, he just picked up his tray and followed behind his helpless captive as she was transported to the half horse floating a short distance away.

All throughout the short but sickening trip, she felt as if all her insides might just fall out onto the floor if not for the constricting tentacle around her waist holding the area clamped shut. Thus when it released, she expected to feel what was left of her bowels spill out. Thus it came as quite as even more of a surprise when nothing of the sort happened. In fact, she felt strangely perfectly fine. Looking down with a whimper, she immediately regretted it with no body below the waist but at least she knew why she felt this way; she was hovering over the same blue light that suspended the mare.

Picking up a strange device that looked like a tube clamp on a handle, Deathwing ducked under the poor dragoness' dangling entrails and fished out a particular one. Finding a matching organ, he clamed the two together in the strange device and held it there for several moments. She tried not too look but a morbid fascination drew her eyes downward, again regretting it as she watched a thin whips of smoke stretching from the device. Oh gods! Was he just going to sear the two bodies together like some sort of biological soldering iron?! She whimpered loudly at the unpleasant thought.

There was at least another hour of this torture, suspended absolutely still, helpless as bits and pieces of her body were melded together with that of an animal. She couldn't watch, it was just too much. It wasn't until a sudden movement caused her to squeak in surprise, jarring her out of the almost serene stupor she'd put herself in. Lowered down flush with the animal's half, Alya let off another soft whimper as he continued to work. Then, as if something had simply been clicked into place she had feeling in her legs again. She couldn't move them, suspended as she was but she could feel them! Wait... how could that be, she didn't have legs any more.

Then she felt a paw wrap around her hind leg and move it up and down. She could feel it moving but it felt totally different from the leg she'd had all her life. Then she squealed loudly, the sound coming out completely awkward as she felt something being shoved up inside her chest and even up her throat. With eyes wide, she looked down, rubbing the roof of her mouth with her tongue trying to dispel the alien sensation; like when you stick a Q-tip too far into your ear, there was nothing actually there but it felt like it.

Having shoved his paw back up into the horse's open chest cavity, he reached deep inside roughly and took hold of a bit of tubing, splicing one of the mare's own entrails and melding them together perfectly before tucking everything back into her stomach where it belonged... more or less. Placing yet another device at one end of the cut, he slowly slid it up the ripped stomach cavity, the thing pinching both sides of flesh together and sealing it seamlessly in a matter of seconds leaving no scar or trace anything had ever been amiss. Once finished below, he stood and repeated the process around the area joining the dragon and equine halves, sealing the soft short black-haired body to the metallic reptilian skin.

Depositing all his tools back in the tray, he took a step back to examine his work, the metallic tentacles retreating away into the darkness whence they came. With her standing there totally suspended, Deathwing circled the newly constructed centaur. Satisfied, he stepped on a pannle beside the glowing blue light, shutting it of cold.

Gravity kicked in instantly, filling the poor female with a sudden sense of vertigo as she fell the short few inches to the ground, trying to balance and catch herself as she would have any other day. But instead of a long reptilian tail and two legs to equalize herself, Alya found herself in control of four legs. There were several stumbling motions her motor control fumbled with the new sensory inputs coming from this new much heavier body. Dumbstruck, she simply stood there, mind completely blank, not knowing what to think.

" Good, so far your coming along admirably." The metal plated male's voice caught her attention sharply, nearly falling over in shock. " Time to see if everything's in working order." And with that, he turned and walked away.

Dumbstruck, she watched him wander to the far side of the room and wash off. Having never experienced anything remotely like this before, she gingerly turned her reptilian half to look at the new attached equine body. It was a good medium size midnight black mare with excellent body structure, well toned and quite gorgeous. A soft blush highlighted her cheeks as she realized she was checking herself out. The long thin-haired tail swished back and fourth, eyes wide as the realization finally sank in; this was her body now.

" Ehem. We shall start with the basics first." As silent as breath, Deathwing had returned now with a clipboard and pen in his paws, electing a soft startled squeak from his test subject. " Raise your arms, one at a time." Alya paused to consider it for a moment before complying, doing exactly as he told her. " Good." He put a check on his list. " Rotate your upper body."

This list continued for some time, the big black circling around her making her do more and more complex things. He made her swallow a strawberry and report if there was any discomfort. She drank a cup of water, was made to sneeze, trot around in a circle, do a few jumps and even lay down and get back up. It was strangely appealing at how quickly she adapted to her new body. As she was becoming more confident and frisky in her activities, he stopped her and made her stand still as he poked and prodded at different areas of her body.

He wandered around her, making notes as he made sure she could feel every part of her body before he stopped behind her, looking at those broad equine hips. So exhilarated by the new experiences she was feeling, the not-so-little dragoness had nearly completely forgotten about what he'd done to her to get these results. However, it all came crashing back as he put the clipboard to the side and hopped up onto her backside, his powerful dangerously sharp claws gripping her sides as he mounted his experiment. With a loud yelp of protest, she nearly tried to kick him off but could not as the weight on her back prevented her from trying.

" Mmm, one more thing to test my dear and then your free to go. Tell me if you can feel this!" And with one mighty thrust, the powerful male shoved his partly erect drakehood deep into her equine sex. Alya's loud squeal-gasp told him all he needed to know, a toothy deviant grin spreading across his muzzle as he took her 'virginity'. With far more capacity in this body then her natural form had ever come close to, her soft folds simply swallowed the great male's shaft.

Holding her still, Deathwing pulled out and plunged back in, his arousal twitching to life, stiffening rapidly as the moist mare cunt greedily devoured every inch of him. The stiff rubbery ridges of his tapered shaft sawed deliciously into her brand new clit, bringing her to orgasm within seconds. Crying out in pleasure, she trembled beneath him as he sped up, plowing deep into her fertile fuck field relentlessly, rutting her strait through one orgasm and strait into another one. She was no stranger to sex, had even bore children before but this... oh gods this was incredible!

The large male was quite pleased with himself, thin trails of smoke seeping from his nostrils as his internal fire began heating up. Already she was as wet as a filly in heat, her twitching muscles squeezing and caressing his leaking cock with her powerful vaginal walls. Holding her tail up and to the side, she gave him complete access to violate her body, not that he needed her compliance, even if she resisted he'd still have fucked her into submission but at least this made things easier. Unable to do more then stand there as her body was rocked back and fourth under the vicious powerful thrusts of the needy male who'd done this to her, she moaned and whined in need. Reaching up with her free paws, she cupped her supple breasts and squeezed them gently, her pierced nipples stiff and swollen with her arousal.

Eyes closed in bliss, she waited, concentrating, feeling every nerve in her new body build with pleasure and explode a third time, her convulsing sex drooling copious amounts of her slick messy nectar onto the ground. Deathwing was not a gentle lover but this is what she needed and he gave it to her rough, hard and fast. Every part of her stretched pussy was filled nice and snug with that gorgeous fat fleshy log, burrowing deep between her legs again and again, working rapidly toward his own pleasurable release.

Though his body rocked wildly atop hers, his unarmored belly slapping wetly against her messy crotch, his eyes never left the back of her neck. He knew his own eruption was coming, he could almost measure the seconds by watching the smoke trails from his nostrils but his attention never faltered, the solid platinum collar around her neck sparkling attractively. Rutting her into a fourth even stronger orgasm, he lurched forward and snapped his maw around her neck with a deep dominant growl. He listened to her shriek in surprise and whimper even as her body happily sucked on his cock like the good little cum hungry slut she was.

He held her there in his paws and jaw, pulling back all the way out and slammed into his captive little brood whore, stabbing his thick fleshy breeding pole in as hard and deep as he could. With a vicious snarl he pushed in further and harder with enough force to raise her hind legs off the ground until their crotches were flush against one another. Then and only then did he release.

Thick hot jets of his sticky seed began thumping against her insides, flushing those juicy wet folds with a fresh coat of his virile semen. Again and again his cock throbbed powerfully, each vigorous convulsion sending another shot of cum deep between those stiff equine legs. She was made to feel her insides being flooded with his hot active sperm, each bust of warmth reminding her of who he was and what he'd done, marking her all over and inside with his musky male scent.

Sore and bloated on a massive belly full of dragon cum, Deathwing waited only until the last squirt had been ejaculated before yanking out of her sore stretched pussy and dropped her to the ground. Finished with her, he dismounted and retrieved his clipboard, his glossy dripping cock still stiff and twitching between his legs as he placed a final check on the list. Relaying his message in a completely unemotional tone as one might show a troublesome patient, he spoke.

" Everything seems to be in order, you can show yourself out." And with that, the big drake wandered off toward the far counter, flipping through the papers in his paws.

Shuffling on her hooves for a moment with a soft, almost silent whimper, Alya looked toward the door, then back at the plated male. Still feeling all squishy and wet between her new hind legs, she turned to leave, left confused, sore and more than a little uncertain.