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The Breeding Racks for Sanmer by Draconicon

Keriloth looked down the long metal racks that filled the warehouse, trying to ignore the sounds and effects of the machinery around him as he took in everything for what felt like the hundredth time. Even now, it was no less magnificent (and terrifying) as it had been when he'd first woken up here.

The white dragon was surrounded on all sides by other bound dragons, each one at various points in their 'treatment'. Some were flat bellied, while others looked like they were not just pregnant, but pregnant with quadruplets. Some of them were, for that matter; Keriloth had seen more than a few of his fellow 'volunteers' lay so many at a time, and it wasn't always something they looked forward to.

He groaned as he felt a fresh spurt inside of him, the dragon arching his back against the metal bindings around his wrists.

"Fuck...I'm never going to get used to that."

He couldn't see it, but with each new squirt inside him, he knew the second tube was busy. The first and third were quiet for now, but Keriloth knew that his cock and ass wouldn't be ignored for long. No, this was just the seeding phase. He'd be back to the production line before long.

Looking down over the warehouse, he wondered just how many dragons were in the same boat as he was. The white dragon imagined that most of them had been brought to the warehouse the same way he had, under the excuse of an experiment to help repopulate the dragon species throughout the world. Considering that they were kind of dying out, Keriloth had been happy to come along and see what he could do.

He hadn't expected to be slapped into cuffs and fed just enough chemicals to grow a pussy.

Arching his back again at a particular strong burst of cum into his pussy, Keriloth tried not to think about how quickly that would go through him, but it was impossible. Ever since he'd been tied up, he'd been through multiple layings, and he doubted that he'd get out before laying at least a dozen more eggs, if not more.

It didn't help that everywhere the eye could see were dragons in other stages of pregnancy, whether they were at the edge of it, ready to give birth, or just being seeded again like he was. It was impossible to get away from the idea, and impossible to avoid the fate of being a 'mother'.

Compared to being forcefully fertilized, it wasn't quite so weird to think that he was also a father. The number of times he'd been milked by now had to be in the hundreds, and the amount of his seed mixed with other dragons was fairly substantial. He didn't know how many of the eggs in the other rooms were made with his seed, but he couldn't imagine he was lucky enough to be childless at this point. Even discounting his own eggs - the thought alone nearly made him blush - he had to have a few that he was responsible for making the more traditional way.

"Oh...oh god...oh fuck..."

Keriloth turned his head. The blue on his right was panting, moaning. A glance down showed the bulges in Timoth's belly, revealing more than one egg. A closer look showed several bumps sticking up against the blue's belly, so he'd guess that Timoth had at least six eggs to lay.

"You okay?"

"I...I don't know. Fuck this hurts..."

But it doesn't just hurt, does it? Keriloth thought, as the blue dragon sagged against his bonds. The constant dripping from the other dragon's pussy was answer enough for him. It feels good, and you hate it for that.

Timoth was new; he'd get used to it eventually. At least, Keriloth hoped he would. He didn't want to be stuck here with the insane moanings of some of the dragons that broke from the constant pregnancies. Like his green neighbor on his left.

He leaned away as the moans started up again, shaking his head as he turned back to the green. 'She' - despite the masculine body, Gregich had borne so many eggs and begged so much for more that Keriloth couldn't help but think of the green as a she - dripped more than Timoth, pussy drooling all over the place and onto the dragons down below. There were some muffled complaints, but they didn't do anything to stop the salivating green. Gregich leaned her head back, staring up at the ceiling.

"More...more eggs...make me lay again..."

Shameful, Keriloth thought, though not with the same strength as when he'd arrived. Nothing was though at the same strength as that; there were too many things that had changed since he had been locked in and birthed his first egg. What had been a terrible begging that was an affront to their species was now little more than an everyday occurrence. He could barely summon a bit of annoyance, let alone proper indignation.

Part of the reason why was his own seeding, he supposed. He groaned as another spurt filled him up, making his belly feel swollen beyond belief. There had to be a gallon or more of dragon seed inside him, the pressure of it forcing his cock down despite its aphrodisiac-enhanced rigidity.

Despite his annoyance at his own size, he couldn't get around the fact that being filled with cum had become a pleasurable experience, once one was used to it. It never stopped being a little humiliating, and the laying always had an edge of pain to them, but the seeding itself and the carrying of the eggs had become...exciting. He could look at himself, belly all wide and big and bumpy, and feel a little proud. Even a little horny.

Keriloth rather desperately hoped that it was just the cocktail of chemicals he was kept in that made him feel like that, but he honestly didn't know. It felt like it could be just about anything, including an honest feeling on the matter.

Even with his belly swollen, the tube continued to fill him, making sure that he was filled to capacity. It did that every time, but he never failed to be surprised by the amount his stomach could take. Womb, he supposed, might be the better term; with the pussy had come another reproductive system in him, and it was what was getting filled rather than his stomach. But the feeling was so similar to a bloated belly that it was just the way he thought.

Finally, the tube pulled out, just when he had a big enough belly to look nine months pregnant. From experience, he knew that it would stay like that for at least three weeks until he was ready to lay, once all the seed had been absorbed and his hyper-fertile body had the chance to create the eggs to be put out. His belly gurgled, and he wasn't sure if it was because it was getting close to mealtime or because he was looking forward to laying.

Probably both.

As the vaginal tube pulled away, Keriloth collapsed in his bindings again, panting as his own slit started drooling like Gregich. He muttered his apologies to the dragons arrayed below him who were getting a sudden shower of pussy juice, but could do no more than that. He was spent.

At least, he felt he was spent. The machines all around him didn't. The white dragon arched his back again as the tube up his ass suddenly started expanding, spreading his hole out and putting pressure on his prostate in seconds. It started buzzing hard, returning any lost rigidity to his cock just in time for the front hose to start sucking.

"Not again!" He groaned, squirming back and forth. "You got a load just an hour ago! Give me a break!"

As usual, the machines paid him no mind. Buzzing along and sucking away, they taunted him with the pleasure and release that he needed, that he craved, but hated at the same time. The white dragon was tired of being the source of so much cum, tired of being filled with eggs. No matter how good it felt, he wanted out. At the same time, he couldn't help bucking against the machines, pushing for more. Why?

Because it felt good, and it was the only pleasure he could get anymore. Keriloth groaned as his ass was stretched and his cock milked, shaking his head at his own behavior but unable to stop it. All of them were pumped so full of aphrodisiacs that it was impossible not to think about sex, and being hung up and stuffed with eggs all day wasn't exactly a distracting occupation. With nothing but sex to think about, and nothing but sex to do, it was the only way to not go insane. He had to give into it and enjoy it, or he'd go mad from boredom.

After a few minutes of thrusting, Keriloth groaned as his balls pulled up, releasing another load down the tube. He barely remembered how much he came before he was tied up here, but he was pretty sure that it was smaller than the pint-sized loads that were squirting down the tubes. It must have been later in the day than he thought; usually he was cumming at least in quarts.

As the tubes withdrew, Keriloth fought the urge to beg for them to come back, clenching his hands into fists instead of reaching for the little red button just above them. The temptation to press it and bring back the milker was strong, but he held off. For now.

"Timoth."

The blue groaned.

"Timoth."

"What?"

"How long do you think you have?"

"Three hours. Maybe four until they need to come out."

"What'll you do in your hour before you get tied up again?"

"What do you care?"

"Just tell me."

"Maybe...maybe read. Maybe...jerk off..."

Even when we have the chance for something else, we're still thinking about it, he thought as he clenched his fingers tighter. He felt the temptation still to go for the milker, almost craved having more pleasure, but he was holding off. After all, it would be back in two hours. That would do; he didn't need to get addicted to it any further than he already was.

Then why am I sweating like a pig and throbbing like a jackrabbit on viagra?

Sanmer grinned as he watched the show, panning from one camera to another to take in all the different subjects in Warehouse 18. The various dragons were performing rather well, with everyone meeting their quota for the eggs that he wanted. Repopulation was well on schedule, though not for the reasons most would believe.

He looked over at the monitor showing the egg chamber. The appropriate pheromones and chemicals were coating the eggs, right on schedule, not only keeping them fresh but adding his own little...special modifications.

The fox smirked, grabbing his cock and giving it a few pumps before pulling his hand back. Dragons might have been going extinct, but they were going to come back with a vengeance. Just not as the top-dogs that they used to be.

"The next generation is going to be fun."

The fox chuckled, wondering if he could amp up the laying schedule a bit. He'd have to check the math on that; he wanted plenty of dragons roaming the world in the next few decades.

The End