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“How long did you say, again?”
“Until Easter.”
“[i]Easter[/i]… It’s barely past Christmas, you know?”
“[i]Believe me[/i], I [i][b]know[/b][/i],” the eastern dragon said, scowling as he looked in through the little viewing window. He could still almost [i]feel[/i] the tattoo on his left rump cheek. How long had that irksome creature had him in the ‘North Pole’ facility? He still wasn’t [i]completely[/i] sure; after a few weeks it had become a dull blur. The little hybrid could [i]surely[/i] deal with a few months. Salrith was popping eggs out every few weeks anyway, it was barely an upgrade to make it every few hours instead, really.
“Even with all the eggs to sell, the sustenance and daily monitoring will still cost you some,” the minotaur rumbled, holding out a clipboard with a piece of paper on it. Raze barely gave it a glance.
“A contract? I didn’t think you were [i]legal.[/i]”
“The slogan is [i]Morality is Optional, [/i]not [i]Liability Schmiability. [/i]Don’t worry, it just says we’re not liable for mental damages or natural cycle changes, property damage, yada yada, and that you agree to pay the bill.”
“Oh, I don’t care about any of [i]that[/i]. It includes the drugs, yes?”
“Mmh,” the minotaur rumbled. “Full course, mixed in with every drink of water to make sure they don’t wear off for a moment.” A protracted, shaky chittering noise filtered through the glass they stood in front of and caused both creatures to look at the bound arachnobold. A thick, greenish egg was just starting to stretch the hybrid’s front, glowing ever so faintly as it made its way slimily into the open. A much fatter, heavier looking one was stuck halfway out of the bound creature’s ass. Salrith lay on the floor, all four arms bound to the wall by thick, industrial-grade rope. Tail held out of the way, the hybrid’s rump was facing the viewing window, making sure that anyone who walked by would be able to see the number of eggs the arachnobold was producing… Made all the clearer by the visible [i]belly bulges[/i], each one glowing ever so faintly, making it clear as to what was causing them.
“That doesn’t usually happen,” Raze said, watching as Salrith shakily lifted one leg, a dazed look of need etched in place, before the smaller egg [i]popped[/i] out of the hybrid’s cunt in front of them. The glass wasn’t one-way, so Salrith should have been able to see them watching, but there was no sign of recognition in the bound arachnobold’s eyes. The drugs would have the little hybrid in a hopelessly unshakeable daze of lust by now.
“Laying drugs interfere with the normal process, if you take my meaning. If you like we can decrease the dose and—”
“No, no, that’s [i]absolutely[/i] fine,” Raze said, whiskers twitching in delight as he watched Salrith’s eyes roll back. The wet [i]squelch[/i] that was just audible through the glass was music to his ears as the enormous egg squished free from the hybrid’s ass, leaving both the pesky creature’s holes visibly gaping. “I want this one to go absolutely [i]feral[/i] from all this laying. Would upping the dose make it happen faster?”
The minotaur cleared his throat, then smiled slyly.
“I’d love to tell you yes, mister Ni’Rynami, but this is about the limit for eggs. Your … friend here’s already [i]producing[/i] every few hours. After that, we’re taking the new eggs and ensuring they’re kept [i]appropriately incubated[/i] in the other hole.”
“Ah,” Raze said, watching as another two eggs started to stretch both the hybrid’s front and back. Salrith squirmed weakly, tugging with all four arms on far-too-tight ropes, but got nowhere. There was nothing the hybrid could do. Nowhere to go, nothing to stop the inevitable. “That’s why those ones are bigger.”
“Mmh,” the minotaur grunted, watching as Salrith struggled to hold back. The hybrid thrashed weakly again, but as the two new eggs [i]popped[/i] free from Salrith’s ass and pussy, the hybrid spasmed and squealed. Raze watched as fluids squirted out around the soft shell, and Salrith’s legs kicked weakly in orgasm.
“Is—”
“Totally normal. Happens every couple of eggs.”
“[i]Wonderful[/i]. So what can I expect to come back to after Easter, mister minotaur?” the oriental dragon asked with a delighted smile. He took the clipboard. Salrith kept shaking, vent squeezing out another egg and chelicerae [i]trying[/i] to move within their restraints. The hybrid couldn’t talk, which was just right.
“Well, what do [i]you [/i]think? Right now you’re looking at about sixty new eggs a day from the front, and just as many ‘incubated’ ones from the back… You ever cummed thirty times a day for four months straight? Physically, we’ll make sure everything’s fine, but—” There was a pause as Salrith squealed again through the tight bands that kept the hybrid’s mouth shut. Another two eggs [i]popped[/i] onto the metal floor in a puddle of slime. “—[i]mentally [/i]I don’t know that there’ll be much left. Probably just a breeding and exhibition fetish, heh.”
Raze rolled his eyes, then clicked the pen.
“Why do you think I chose this scenario in the first place? Tell you what. I’ll even give you a bonus at the end if I come back to a dumb animal,” the dragon said cockily. “Sally’d fit in much better in the stables, anyway.” With a scribble, he signed his name on the contract and handed it back to the minotaur, who grinned.
“…I know just the thing.”
Salrith moaned quietly as another egg pushed free…
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