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Shadowcast looked at the egg clutched between her foreclaws and pushed it away with disgust. She watched it roll through the dark cave until it came to a halt when it bumped up against a clutch of its kin. The dragoness hated the sight of all those eggs, her future offspring. She didn't dislike the idea of progeny; she had fathered plenty of dark-scaled dragons who had possessed almost the same capacity for cruelty she did. Fathered, for she had been male at the time. She hadn't minded seeding eggs in the past but she definitely minded being impregnated, bearing and carrying them, and finally laying them in the present. In the coming weeks they would hatch and she truly would be a mother, along with the other dragoness that occupied the cave with her.

Shadowcast stared at the clutch and considered what she would do at that time. Of course, she could just smash the eggs now and never have to deal with the care of those inside. Still, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Though she hated her new role and sex, she couldn't extend that loathing to the eggs. It wasn't their fault, after all. It wasn't her fault she was like this either. She had been tricked, maliciously fooled into thinking she could regain her former position of power. For a short period of time, it had seemed she actually was but then something went wrong. The idiot she had sent to that other world to aid her had done what she asked to a certain point and then he had started making mistakes, the most costly of which at least in Shadowcast's mind was stripping Shadowcast of her manhood and rendering her a female. A fully fertile female, freshly fucked and with eggs on the way, a smaller, less powerful form yet still strong enough to bear young for quite some time. A broodmother was Shadowcast now, but a broodmother what she was not.

"I've had enough," Shadowcast growled, hating the sound of her voice. Even that had changed. It lacked the vigor it had before, and her weakened form made its higher and sweeter sounding pitch even the less intimidating. In fact, it sounded more like a whimper than a growl. "I've had it!"

"Enough of what?" A sly voice spoke from above. "Enough of a wait?"

Shadowcast got to all fours and looked up. She snarled at what she saw, an apparition of a human wearing wolf furs, an orange cloak, and a sardonic smile. Hate arose within her at the sight of him and she felt fire build within her throat. Yet she did not release her fire for it would be of no effect. Despite his appearance, she knew he was no human. He was a god or claimed to be one; whatever he was, he was ultimately responsible for her current state.

"Loki," she rumbled. "Leave."

"Oh really?" he laughed, flitting closer to her. "But don't you want something from me first?"

"Yes," she said. "Undo this. Restore me to my proper power and form as you promised you would!"

Loki stroked his cheek. "I don't quite remember promising you that. I do recall agreeing to get rid of a certain writer and so we did. Now, perhaps the consequences aren't what you anticipated, but what do you expect from a god of trickery?"

"I didn't know that!"

"Which makes it all the more humorous."

Shadowcast turned away from Loki due to a mix of anger and grief, though she did not want to admit the latter. Yet as much as she tried to let her fury overwhelm her, she found her sadness greater. She nearly felt like crying, something she had never experienced as a male.

"It's not amusing!" she seethed. "I'm Shadowcast, greatest threat to all! I am the father of fiends, true ruler of the Nascent Empire, possessor of the Maw of the Void!"

"Oh really? You certainly look more motherly than paternal. And aren't all those fiends dead? The Nascent Empire fallen and the Maw of the Void shattered? And threat to all? It looks like you're crying!" "I'm not--"

Shadowcast couldn't finish because she felt a sudden moistness in her eyes. She blinked her eyes and then the first tears she ever shed rolled down her black-scaled snout and there were more on the way. Before she had a chance to banish her tears or continue weeping, she felt a claw on the side of her face. Against her will, she found her head moved until she was staring into the red, reptilian eyes of a large green-scaled drake. He was no normal dragon, for atop his head were two horns that branched out almost like a deer's and his scales were thick and tough almost like an alligator's hide than Shadowcast's smooth, shining black scales. Shadowcast knew the drake for it was Loki, or really not Loki but a shape he took--the Nidhogg

"No reason to cry, dear," the Nidhogg said. "Everything is all right."

"It's not!" Shadowcast sobbed. "I'm female and my only minion is gone and--"

"Shh, shh, shh," the Nidhogg whispered. "It'll be ok. Things have changed, that's all. There's nothing wrong with a little change, right?" "No," Shadowcast shook her head. "But--"

The Nidhogg let go of Shadowcast's head and moved to her side. Shadowcast tracked the drake, unwilling to let him out of her sight especially after last time.

"You need to come to grip with reality, my dear," the Nidhogg said. "You're Shadowcast, yes, but maybe it's time to move to another role. Clinging to the past didn't work out so great, did it?"

Shadowcast felt the anger rise again.

"My past," she snapped. "Would have been my future if it weren't for your meddling!"

"Calm down, dear," the Nidhogg said. "You just need some comfort, don't you?" "No!" Shadowcast roared, knowing all too well what the Nidhogg meant. "Not again! Never again! I was fortunate you didn't impregnate me last time and I'm not going to risk it again?"

"Risk? Is that all this is about? There are ways--"

"No!" Shadowcast repeated. "It's about me not being your bitch! I am Shadowcast and I am dominant! Leave me be! I..."

The Nidhogg titled his head as Shadowcast tried to think of something to say.

"Have plans to..." she snarled, brushing the tears away with her claws. "Plot! Now begone!"

The Nidhogg shrugged and moved away from Shadowcast. The dragoness watched as the drake walked over to the other dragoness who occupied the cave, a victim of Shadowcast and Loki both. This female was far more receptive to the Nidhogg's affections and soon enough they were going at it much to Shadowcast's disgust. Yet despite this disgust and her previous exclamation to the Nidhogg of her future endeavors, Shadowcast couldn't help but voyeuristically watch the two mate. Her disgust rapidly turned to want and lust as she felt arousal build within her nethers as she continued to watch them. It became difficult to think about anything else other than the Nidhogg on top of her, drilling her instead of the other dragoness. Her aroused sex became slick at the very slot and soon she wasn't only wanting it--she needed it. She panted and her nethers actually clenched when the Nidhogg and the other dragoness climaxed. Shadowcast watched as the Nidhogg climbed off the dragoness and she actually whined as he gave her a loving nuzzle.

"You want it, don't you?" she heard to her left side. Shadowcast turned her head and took a surprised step back when the Nidhogg was right there. She looked back to the other dragoness and saw her resting in the afterglow of her session with the Nidhogg. The Nidhogg was absent, of course, because he was by Shadowcast's side, prepared to breed again if his visible and ready member told her anything.

"No longer so against it, are you?" the Nidhogg asked, brushing up against her. Shadowcast shivered at the brief contact. She felt so much more sensitive at the moment, so much so that she could even feel the slight wind blowing through the cave against her scales...and her hot sex.

"I--" Shadowcast mumbled, taking a step away from the larger dragon.

"Like I said," the Nidhogg purred. "Everything is going to be all right. It's just natural."

Shadowcast opened her muzzle to speak and then squealed as she felt something brush against her sex. She turned her head just in time to see the Nidhogg's dexterous tail retreat from her hindquarters. The bastard! She couldn't believe--

Yet Shadowcast could not deny the drake's words. It was natural. She was female and he was male, an attractive and strong one at that. A little exotic too, but she had already seen and felt what he could do. Why deny it? The throb in her nethers was already troubling enough. Did she really think she could quench her heat alone and how? Clawing at herself like some wanton whore? No. It was better that she took advantage of the opportunity in front of her. Not many were so lucky...

"Were you going to say something?" the Nidhogg asked.

Shadowcast meant to reply but the Nidhogg repeated the action with his tail again and this time the touch of it on her sex nearly made her lose her footing, so disorienting was the burst of pleasure from the contact.

"Please," she yelped. "Can we just mate already?"

"Oh? What changed your mind?"

"It's natural," she said.

"Is it?" he asked.

Shadowcast initially wasn't sure how to respond. A moment later, she nodded.

"Good," the Nidhogg chuckled. "At least we're on the same page."

Before Shadowcast could reply, the Nidhogg took the initiative. He walked behind the dragoness and gingerly clambered onto her. She squirmed in anticipation as he moved into position and wondered why he was taking so long. When he was set up, he bent his head down next to hers and whispered:

"Remember," he said. "You want this as much as I do."

Shadowcast nodded eagerly. "I know! I know!"

The Nidhogg chuckled again. "Perfect."

Without another moment of hesitation, the Nidhogg plunged into the dragoness. Shadowcast, greatest threat to all, possessor of the shattered Maw of the Void, father to a fallen flight of fiends, and the true ruler of the broken Nascent Empire squealed with bliss as the dominant drake pounded her pussy. Though this was her third time having sex as a female, this was the one she enjoyed the most. Her pleasure no longer was bound by inhibitions of a prior mindset. She didn't mind the feel of his hard cock pressing into trembling walls or how she was on the bottom, receiving or how she was the submissive--

Any further thoughts were lost as the dragoness orgasmed, the Nidhogg climaxing only seconds later. She shivered as he filled her again and this time she was sure he had done the job properly. She shivered again when he pulled out of her with some difficulty, her inner walls unwilling to let him get away so easily. Then he stepped off of her, letting her lie down and rest from the intense aftermath of their coupling.

"How was that?" he asked.

"Good," she said. It was all so good. She was to be a mother of another clutch and she had him to take care of her.

"Good," he replied. "I'll be back later."

And with that, he vanished.

A few weeks later, Shadowcast was hating herself. She stood on all fours, legs slightly spread apart as she waited. Her gravid belly hung low to the ground, for it had been filled with more eggs than last time. With a start and a painful grunt, she felt the first begin to make its way down her birthing canal. It was an agonizing process, each push on muscles she shouldn't possess reminding her of her great mistake.

"Bastard!" she groaned as the egg traveled further. She heard a questioning cry to her right and she turned her head to find the other dragoness looking at her with a concerned look on her face.

"What do you want?" Shadowcast asked. "Go away!"

The other dragoness squinted at Shadowcast and then licked her on the face. Shadowcast growled and let loose a gout of flame at her. The other dragoness took a step back at this unexpected assault, let out a huff, and ran off to her own clutch.

"Stupid bitch!" Shadowcast cried hoarsely. "Lucky bitch."

Unlike Shadowcast, the other dragoness had not become impregnated from her mating with the Nidhogg. With not much to do besides care for her clutch and wait for the several weeks absent Nidhogg, the dragoness had come to interacting with Shadowcast more and it truly annoyed her. She would've preferred to suffer alone than have some half-witted dragoness constantly bother her out of boredom. She also would've preferred to not be gravid, to be male again, to not ever have interacted with Loki, but there was nothing she could do. Or could she? There must be a way to reverse this...

Shadowcast grunted as the first egg plopped out of her nethers and onto the ground. She looked back at it and marveled at its size and appearance. It was larger than the eggs she had pushed out before and it wasn't a black-speckled, smooth white either; rather, it was green and squamous. She had no more time to think before the second was on its way and then her mind went blank, as all she focused on was the birthing. It was easier this way and not much later her belly had returned to its normal shape after she had laid all nine eggs. She arranged them into a clutch separate from her first and glanced back and forth between them with a mixture of pride and hate.

"Looking good, my dear."

Shadowcast turned around and found the Nidhogg laying on the ground before her with a toothy smile gracing his maw. This time she did let loose a breath of fire at him but it washed harmlessly over his scales, causing his smile to only deepen further.

"What do you want?" she spat.

"The same thing you do."

"No," she said, shaking her head. "Not again. We're done."

The Nidhogg's eyes widened. "Oh?"

"Yes," she said, starting to pace back and forth in a circle around her eggs. "I don't want to see you again. I'm going to leave the Vast Despair and figure out how to undo this. If I could annihilate a race, make all fear my name, and...and--the point is, I don't have to be this."

"What?"

"A dragoness!" she roared. "Female! At your mercy!"

"Oh. Really. You're going to undo this?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

Shadowcast came to a stop. "Why? Because I'm not--"

"Not what?" The Nidhogg got to his feet. Shadowcast shrank back from him, for he was so large and imposing compared to her. "A dragoness? A female? A broodmother?"

Shadowcast shivered at the word.

"Then why do you have two clutches there behind you? If you aren't a female, why is what is in our hindquarters so different? If you wanted to undo this, why didn't you leave before?" The Nidhogg chuckled. "Oh, you had plenty of time, plenty of opportunities. Who was going to stop you? There is no one here in the Vast Despair but you and your sister."

Shadowcast looked down at the ground. "I--"

"Is it because you didn't want to leave? Is it because you were waiting for me, your mate, to return? Is that it, dear?"

"No!" Shadowcast snarled. "You made me like this! You made me pregnant and have these eggs! This is your fault!"

"Is it though?" The Nidhogg looked into Shadowcast's eyes. "The first one I can't take credit for. This one...yes, but it was a choice we both made. Don't you remember? You told me you wanted it as much as I did. Are you telling me you lied to me?"

"I-I--" Shadowcast stuttered and looked away from the Nidhogg, unable to meet his stare. She shook her head. "No. No, I didn't."

"So you didn't lie. You wanted to be impregnated. You wanted to lay those eggs. Most of all, you wanted to mate with me. Right?"

"Yes," Shadowcast said, her words barely audible.

"And you didn't leave because why would you? This is _our_lair. And what needs to be undone? You are the perfect broodmother."

Shadowcast looked up at the Nidhogg. "I am?"

"Yes," the Nidhogg nodded. "You've done splendidly so far, my dear."

Shadowcast couldn't help but smile at these words as a sort of maternal pride rose up within her. The Nidhogg wasn't lying, after all. All of her eggs had been laid intact. She knew her offspring were going to be strong, like their father and mother.

"But we've still got some work to do," the Nidhogg continued. He winked at her. "If you know what I mean."

"More?" she asked.

"Of course," he said. "How else are we to overtake this world?"

"Overtake..."

"Why let old dreams die?" The Nidhogg chortled as he sidled up to her. "You will cast your shadow again over this world. You will be the greatest threat to all once more. You will birth a flight of fiends, repair the Maw of the Void, and rebuild the Nascent Empire. Yes, we have much to do, but we can have some fun first. What do you say?"

Shadowcast turned so that her rear faced the Nidhogg and then sauntered away from her eggs. She paused, and then lifted her tail, exposing her slick sex to the Nidhogg. She gave him a sly grin.

"When do we get started?" she asked.

The Nidhogg did not hesitate to take the opportunity presented to him and Shadowcast was all the happier for it.

In another reality, Ichsis put down his pen and glanced over what he had written. He snickered at some parts, but was overall satisfied with his work.

"You're welcome, 'Master'," he sneered. "Or should I say Shadowcassie?"

"That's not funny," a voice said from above him. "Not funny at all."

Ichsis looked up to Loki. "Only I was supposed to hear that." He waved a hand. "Bah. Do you think she'll be happy?"

"Oh," Loki said with a nod of his head. "She's certainly happy."

"Good," Ichsis said. "He was sort of a dick but...Master is Master." He sighed. "I'm not happy though."

"Why not?" Loki asked. "You got the best deal out of this. Fame, fortune, luxury..."

"Ah, yes that," Ichsis shook his head and looked down at the paper. "That is good. I'm not happy with this end. Master is happy, but so are the heroes. You know, one of them stabbed me right through the head. That hurt, a lot." He shrugged. "Doppelganger though. Brain's not always in the same time."

"If anywhere," Loki retorted.

"I would have agreed with you a couple of years ago, but I think I've improved. The heroes though...I want to make sure they don't."

"What do you intend?"

Ichsis laughed cruelly as he thought on this.

"So much," he murmured. "So much..."