07-02-2017, 03:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-29-2017, 03:30 PM by Quark.
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Fucking the dragon had been the right choice. Well, not choice, exactly. Choice wasn’t quite the right word for it. Quark had laid eyes on him, and her body had demanded it. They’d fought, tearing across the sky, tearing into one another, nearly tearing one another to pieces, but that had only made it better when she’d finally succumbed to him, finally felt him thrusting into her, filling her in ways no one had in far too goddamn long. When it was over, when they were both sated and covered in their mingled blood, they’d parted without so much as an awkward word of goodbye.
The beauty of the bestial mind, or maybe just the lack of emotional connection muddying things, making everything so damn unnecessarily complicated. She’d never fucked anyone just for the sake of it before, just because she saw him and wanted him and could. Just because it felt damn good, just because her dragon side wanted some goddamn action and didn’t much care who it came from as long as he was strong and scaled, with fire in his eyes and fangs sinking into her skin.
The fact that she didn’t have to worry about consequences didn’t hurt things either. She’d long since made sure she wouldn’t be bearing any more offspring, and even if he was riddled with diseases, she hadn’t met one she couldn’t heal. So fuck it. She flew away and carried on, not thinking anything of him or their delicious little encounter beyond that. Went back to terrorizing some obnoxious simians with shiny weapons that thought they owned the entire world and didn’t much fancy a dragon taking up residence on their precious little mountain, grilling any of the spiky little shits that fancied themselves dragonslayers and swallowing them down.
Until.
She was resting in her cozy little cave one day, curled up on a pile of treasure she’d managed to gather together. Gold and jewels, silver and crystals, all manner of delightful little bits of shiny, when she noticed something amiss. Something present, where nothing should be. Where nothing could be. Mismatched eyes opened wide with surprise, then narrowed as she raised her head and glared down at her belly. The fuck? Baring her teeth in a snarl, she loosened her hold on her flesh and reached inside to scrape the offending parasite out of her, dislodge it and dismiss it and get right back to her lovely little life without the burden of a goddamn child that shouldn’t exist.
And all was well once again. So the little blighter felt like lingering as a creepy little ghost all tucked away in her uterus for a little while. No skin off her magnificent reptilian nose, even if it was a little odd. A strange sort of shuddering under her skin now and again when she noticed its presence, maybe, but--okay but why the shit was it still getting bigger? Took a few months for her to think anything of it, but when she did, she took a closer look.
Well son of a bitch.
One, the little whelp was horse-shaped. Or, well, vaguely horse-shaped, it was still a fetus. No wings in sight, and those legs ended in hooves. Pale, ghostly hooves, but definitely hooves. She poked it, and it twitched, jerking its head toward her touch. God fucking dammit, she was well and truly pregnant. How? And how the fuck was it - he, dammit, the spooky little ghostling was a boy - a horse, anyhow? She’d been a dragon, she’d fucked a dragon, and - ...somehow this was Beqanna’s fault, wasn’t it? No matter how far she damn well went, it always seemed to come back to Beqanna.
Fine.
Grumpy as fuck and snarling all the while, she abandoned her sweet little hoard and her sweet little cave and her delicious herd of domesticated humans, and took to the sky. Beqanna, here I motherfucking come. Of course, when she arrived, she had no idea what to do with herself. There was a reason she left, dammit. Nothing left for her there, no one to keep her there, nowhere that called to her. She could stick around just long enough to get her body back, drop the kid in the den so he could be someone else’s problem, and go back to her goddamn mountain.
But what was a dragon supposed to do with herself in the meantime?
Grumbling a little more, she picked a handy place to land, a river carving across a piece of the continent she hadn’t seen before even from the air. It had been shrouded in heavy mist when she’d left, and now every trace of mist was gone. The giant mountain was a good bit less giant, and a good bit less appealing for the same reason. And fine, maybe she was the tiniest bit curious what the mist had held. So she shrugged and shrank down to a more forest-friendly size and fine, maybe a more Beqanna-friendly shape. Even if it was one she’d come to hate somewhere along the line.
White and yellow splashed across a body thick-set and heavy with muscle, draft heritage written in every line, the breadth of her chest, her ribs, her hips, the weight of her hooves, the thickness of bone in her leg. An unreasonable amount of hair spilled down her neck in an unruly tangle, with a tail to match and feathering heavy on her lower legs. She scanned the world around her with those same mismatched eyes, blue and gold, with pupils no longer slitted. Now they had the long horizontal pupil of a prey beast, though she was no one’s prey. Not anymore.
With an irritable curling of her lips, she noted the change in her abdomen, slight and barely noticeable from the outside, but the ghastly little creature that had somehow managed to take up residence in her uterus was making his presence felt, incorporeal or no. Great. Grumbling and huffing out a sigh, she glanced around the riverbank.
Well.
Fucking now what?
The beauty of the bestial mind, or maybe just the lack of emotional connection muddying things, making everything so damn unnecessarily complicated. She’d never fucked anyone just for the sake of it before, just because she saw him and wanted him and could. Just because it felt damn good, just because her dragon side wanted some goddamn action and didn’t much care who it came from as long as he was strong and scaled, with fire in his eyes and fangs sinking into her skin.
The fact that she didn’t have to worry about consequences didn’t hurt things either. She’d long since made sure she wouldn’t be bearing any more offspring, and even if he was riddled with diseases, she hadn’t met one she couldn’t heal. So fuck it. She flew away and carried on, not thinking anything of him or their delicious little encounter beyond that. Went back to terrorizing some obnoxious simians with shiny weapons that thought they owned the entire world and didn’t much fancy a dragon taking up residence on their precious little mountain, grilling any of the spiky little shits that fancied themselves dragonslayers and swallowing them down.
Until.
She was resting in her cozy little cave one day, curled up on a pile of treasure she’d managed to gather together. Gold and jewels, silver and crystals, all manner of delightful little bits of shiny, when she noticed something amiss. Something present, where nothing should be. Where nothing could be. Mismatched eyes opened wide with surprise, then narrowed as she raised her head and glared down at her belly. The fuck? Baring her teeth in a snarl, she loosened her hold on her flesh and reached inside to scrape the offending parasite out of her, dislodge it and dismiss it and get right back to her lovely little life without the burden of a goddamn child that shouldn’t exist.
And all was well once again. So the little blighter felt like lingering as a creepy little ghost all tucked away in her uterus for a little while. No skin off her magnificent reptilian nose, even if it was a little odd. A strange sort of shuddering under her skin now and again when she noticed its presence, maybe, but--okay but why the shit was it still getting bigger? Took a few months for her to think anything of it, but when she did, she took a closer look.
Well son of a bitch.
One, the little whelp was horse-shaped. Or, well, vaguely horse-shaped, it was still a fetus. No wings in sight, and those legs ended in hooves. Pale, ghostly hooves, but definitely hooves. She poked it, and it twitched, jerking its head toward her touch. God fucking dammit, she was well and truly pregnant. How? And how the fuck was it - he, dammit, the spooky little ghostling was a boy - a horse, anyhow? She’d been a dragon, she’d fucked a dragon, and - ...somehow this was Beqanna’s fault, wasn’t it? No matter how far she damn well went, it always seemed to come back to Beqanna.
Fine.
Grumpy as fuck and snarling all the while, she abandoned her sweet little hoard and her sweet little cave and her delicious herd of domesticated humans, and took to the sky. Beqanna, here I motherfucking come. Of course, when she arrived, she had no idea what to do with herself. There was a reason she left, dammit. Nothing left for her there, no one to keep her there, nowhere that called to her. She could stick around just long enough to get her body back, drop the kid in the den so he could be someone else’s problem, and go back to her goddamn mountain.
But what was a dragon supposed to do with herself in the meantime?
Grumbling a little more, she picked a handy place to land, a river carving across a piece of the continent she hadn’t seen before even from the air. It had been shrouded in heavy mist when she’d left, and now every trace of mist was gone. The giant mountain was a good bit less giant, and a good bit less appealing for the same reason. And fine, maybe she was the tiniest bit curious what the mist had held. So she shrugged and shrank down to a more forest-friendly size and fine, maybe a more Beqanna-friendly shape. Even if it was one she’d come to hate somewhere along the line.
White and yellow splashed across a body thick-set and heavy with muscle, draft heritage written in every line, the breadth of her chest, her ribs, her hips, the weight of her hooves, the thickness of bone in her leg. An unreasonable amount of hair spilled down her neck in an unruly tangle, with a tail to match and feathering heavy on her lower legs. She scanned the world around her with those same mismatched eyes, blue and gold, with pupils no longer slitted. Now they had the long horizontal pupil of a prey beast, though she was no one’s prey. Not anymore.
With an irritable curling of her lips, she noted the change in her abdomen, slight and barely noticeable from the outside, but the ghastly little creature that had somehow managed to take up residence in her uterus was making his presence felt, incorporeal or no. Great. Grumbling and huffing out a sigh, she glanced around the riverbank.
Well.
Fucking now what?