It was an experience

Jollus slowly made his way over to the incubator, where she was against the wall, having to move around all the black scales that were moving around the room practicing the craft he was supposed to by fiddling with the scales of all the fish he caught. Sadily though, he found himself in front of the incubator, and for the first time since he came back to his cabin, he looked the transformed sister in the eye.

He saw her burning hatred for him for the scales and for what had been done to her, but most of all, he saw the madness. As no human was meant to be twisted as she was and stay sane, the only thing keeping her mind together at all was her burning hatred for him and the xeno's she had been **** to lay. As he looked into her hate and madness-filled eyes, Jollus felt he should say something, but as he was trying to figure out what to say, the idol once again glowed a dark, murky green.

Jollus soon found himself switching through the process from trying to think of what to say to trying to mate with the incubator as quickly as possible. As he was driven feral with the urge to mate, this caused him to thrust into the woman again and again while biting at her now scaled breast, savaging her as he lost himself to the idol's blessing of feral virility.

Though to add to her humiliation, the modifying of her body into a better broodmare had also **** her to enjoy it more. As that helped the process of mating, the air was deeper with the moaning of the hatred-filled Agnissa and the grunting of a savage Jollus. Eventually Jollus reached his limit, and he gave one final thrust deep into Agnissa's core and began to fill her to the brim as Agnissa gave a hate-filled orgasmic scream that filled the cabin.

As he emptied himself into Agnissa Jollus, his mind began to clear, and he began to think once again. He looked into Agnissa slightly ashamed of himself, feeling the urge to apologize for his savagery, but as he looked into her eyes once again, he regretted it. As her mind had broken even further, the shame of enjoying her own defilement now mixed with her hatred of his existence and her own insanity.

He pulled his cock out of her quickly, pulled his pants up, and turned away from her eyes quickly. Though he stopped as he did as he found that all the black scales had been watching him, and we're still watching him even then. He wasn't sure what to say about that. It was what was giving him the urge to have the birds and the bees talk with them, but he wasn't sure that worked in this scenario.

The idol began to glow and speak to him. "Good, now that you have finished incubating the incubator, move to train the red scales in how to hunt with a spear and net. The black scales have work to do in maintaining the incubator." The idol said its voice was sounding like the grinding of a thousand bones. Jollus bows to the idol and makes his way out, where the red scales are practicing among the base of the tree next to the stairs.

Jollus made his way across the cabin, moving towards the doorway out towards the stairs. But just as he was about to go out the door and onto the stairs, he looked back to see what the black scales were doing. He regretted it as he saw them manipulat the captured sister's body, shaping and twisting her with their implanted black scales to undo any damage their feral mating might have caused and to make sure her body stayed at uptomial status for egg laying.

He turned back around, going out the door, ignoring her gaze burning into him, realizing the truth now. There was no sister, just an incubator to be used on the path of redemption. The faster he realized this, the easier it would be for him. He ignored that he had clenched his fist, and they were shaking uncontrably. He saw the red scales had gathered near the dock somehow floating in their tails, which were bount.

Jollus gathered his breath and made his way down the steps towards the docks. He went one step at a time, eager to leave the incubator behind him and to lose himself in teaching the red scales. He reached the dock with some thought. He looked around and saw that the red scales were using fish bones as makeshift swords.

"While before you can begin to learn to hunt, you need to learn how to make the tools you need to hunt." Jollus said in a steady voice to his seventeen red-scale students, their first lesson being how to turn the makeshift fishbone swords, which were more shivs than anything else, into proper spears hunting spears.