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When Kiian felt the first faint contraction ripple through the tightly-stretched skin of his belly, he knew the time had come to make a choice – try to get, by hook or by crook, a Robust to implant the egg into, or plan to lay the egg on the cold hard ground and let it die. Kiian still wasn't sure he wanted to be a parent, but he was proud of his own intelligence and resourcefulness despite the fact that no one took the time to look past his unusual patchwork skin and see him. Letting the egg die would be admitting to everyone that Kiian was too weak to solve the most basic challenge of being an adult Gracile, and Kiian had gotten more than enough put-downs and insults from the other Graciles in his life, he would be damned before he showed weakness to them. But even the biggest strongest Graciles needed help capturing a Robust, and Kiian had no friends or family he could turn to for help. He knew how to brew a powerful sleeping potion, but had no idea how to get a Robust to drink it. In between facing the three potential sires of his child and trying to convince them to help, or trying to capture and **** a Robust by himself, Kiian opted for the devil he knew.

His plan was to find Borrad, the leader of their little gang, and use the man's over-large ego against him, suggesting that Borrad and company would be seen as cowardly if they let a child which had clearly been fathered by one of them die. This was not the safest plan. Borrad really was the 'devil' Kiian knew – the man was an unabashed bully. Although fortunately he didn't seem interested in inflicting any serious injuries, he was usually content to assert his dominance over Kiian with some smug insults and just enough arm-twisting or feather-pulling to make Kiian cry out and emphasize that the little mutant had no hope of resisting the big jock. Not that Kiian really wanted to resist that much – he knew Borrad didn't actually like him, knew he would have a few bruises later, but when Kiian was in heat the urge to get some kind of sex, any kind of sex, was stronger than Kiian's distaste for Borrad. He smelled male, and he wasn't unhandsome – just egotistical and a little mean.

Borrad, flying in search of something to hunt one month, had noticed a mesmerizing whiff of heat-scent in the air and followed it to a very in-heat Kiian who was rather frantically masturbating himself. Although a bit taken aback at first that that delicious scent led to “the little patchwork freak” (which was all Borrad knew about Kiian), in between the scent and the erotic scene before him Borrad quickly got over his surprise and decided he was going to get laid right now. Catching the startled Kiian's attention, Borrad didn't give the smaller Gracile a chance to think, just ordered Kiian to his feet and told him he was going to get fucked. Perhaps a thought of the danger of possibly getting pregnant crossed Kiian's mind, but when Borrad pulled out his impressive piece of meat that thought was promptly pushed right back out of Kiian's hormone-soaked brain. Borrad grabbed Kiian around the waist, pushed the smaller dragon up against a tree where he could brace himself, pushed Kiian's tail out of the way, and sank himself balls-deep between those delicate-looking black-and-white splotched thighs.

The previously-virginal Kiian whimpered at being suddenly a bit over-filled and smooshed up against the tree from the **** of Borrad's muscular hips, but got himself braced and got into the action fairly quickly – it helped that he had already had himself fully aroused and lubricated before Borrad's abrupt entrance. (And it also helped that dragons don't have hymens which need to be painfully broken, unlike we poor humans.) So Borrad pounded Kiian roughly, murmuring insults and vague threats in his ear, but they both enjoyed it and both came. Energy drained from the fury of the fuck, they collapsed together to their knees in the grass. Unfortunately once Borrad had emptied his balls and his brain started working again he was slightly shocked at what, or rather who, he had done. And it struck him how terrible it would be for his reputation if anyone knew he had fucked Kiian. So while the little mutant dragon sprawled in a contented daze, Borrad hauled himself to his feet, put his fists on his hips, and narrowed his eyes. “If you tell anyone about this, I will kill you.”

Kiian blinked in shock. While Borrad's earlier threats had been more erotic babble than anything else, (“...gonna fuck you so hard you can't walk straight...”) this was totally different – he sounded suddenly cold and utterly serious.

“I- I won't tell.” whispered Kiian, still too off-balance to be his usual snarky self.

“You damn well better not.” Borrad said aggressively, but nodded, seeming to be satisfied. “Not that anyone would listen to you anyway. Don't forget that you're just a weak little freak – no one cares what you have to say, and no one would care if you disappeared.” Borrad turned and prepared to launch himself into the air. But whether he thought he had been a bit too harsh, or whether the heat-scent still perfuming the air was starting to get to him again, he looked back over his shoulder and added, “You're a decent fuck though. Maybe if you keep your mouth shut like a good little dragon, I might come back and fuck you again next month.” Then with a surge of his muscles he leapt into flight and was gone.

Kiian, sexually drained, suffering from emotional whiplash, and starting to feel sore, curled up and went to sleep. The next day he awoke, much more clear-headed because his heat-cycle had ended, and found the energy to call himself a fool for risking pregnancy and cuss Borrad out for being a bastard.

But as it happened, Kiian did not get pregnant, and Borrad did come back in a month for Kiian's next heat cycle. The bigger dragon had fought with himself about it, telling himself that it was too dangerous to have anything to do with the freak, but the more he thought about the little mutant's fragile build, peculiar skin, and tight little pussy, the more he wanted to nail Kiian again.

Having escaped twice, Kiian decided that maybe a side-effect of his mutation was that he was infertile, a thought which bothered him not at all because he had never pictured himself as a father. So he quit worrying about getting pregnant, and decided to enjoy what he could get. As the months went by he also ceased to be afraid of Borrad, having decided that the man just wanted someone to dominate, and wasn't dangerous as long as Kiian willingly submitted to him. He could even be provoked to fuck Kiian again if Kiian waited until Borrad was about to leave, then said something slightly challenging such that Borrad felt obliged to assert his dominance over Kiian again.

Then, on the fifth month Borrad would have been Kiian's unofficial heat companion, instead of showing up alone he brought two friends. Kiian suddenly felt less safe, knowing instinctively that he would not like whatever side of Borrad came out when there were other dragons around. But it was immediately apparent from the way Borrad was ordering the other two around that he was the leader of the group, so Kiian felt slightly reassured that Borrad had his two companions firmly under his control, but only slightly reassured, because who knew what Borrad would do with that control.

As it turned out, what Borrad did was goad his **** followers into letting Kiian service them (although half of this persuasion was accomplished simply by staging the discussion where they were breathing Kiian's heat-scent). Borrad himself was perhaps slightly meaner than usual to play to his audience, ordering Kiian to do various demeaning things rather than just fucking him bowlegged.

The next month Borrad had showed up alone once again, The bigger Gracile was wearing a smug smirk on his face as usual, but then he paused, confused, and sniffed the air.

Dryly, Kiian commented, “Sorry, you must be early, I'm not in heat yet.”

Borrad frowned, irritated by Kiian's flippant tone. “I am not early, you always go into heat on the first day of the new moon, and that was yesterday. You should be not just in heat, but fully in heat!”

Kiian rolled his eyes. “Well I'm clearly not in heat, so...” Kiian trailed off, eyes widening in alarm as he realized the implications of that statement.

Borrad's eyes widened too, and he took half a step back. “Holy shit, are you pregnant?!”

Kiian's mouth opened instinctively to make some retort to Borrad's accusatory tone... but no words came out.

“You are.” said Borrad flatly. “Four months in a row I fuck you and nothing happens, then the one time I decide to share you with my friends, this happens.” Lip curled in disgust, the bigger dragon gestured at Kiian's still-flat stomach. Borrad had a look of cold fury in his eye, and for a moment Kiian was truly afraid of his erstwhile heat-companion. But the big muscular dragon merely clenched his jaw, turned around, and left the way he had come.

That was the last time in 3 months Kiian had seen Borrad up close; he had caught a glimpse of the bigger dragon from a distance several times, enough to make him suspect Borrad was keeping an eye on him rather than having forgotten about him. After Kiian had gotten over his shock at the idea of being pregnant he was indignant at the absurdity that Borrad might blame him for getting pregnant when Borrad had been the one to **** him to get fucked while he was in heat. And as the months went by and Kiian's stomach grew he found himself insulted that Borrad clearly wanted nothing to do with him now that the pregnancy kept Kiian from going into heat. Clearly the bigger dragon didn't care even enough to order Kiian whether to keep the egg or take a medicine to get rid of it. Was he waiting for Kiian's pregnancy to end and Kiian to come into heat again? Waiting for the child to be born to see whether it looked and smelled like him or one of his followers? Kiian deliberately tried not to waste his thoughts on the arrogant prick, and let the egg grow to prove he wasn't **** to resume his heat cycles in an attempt to get Borrad to pay attention to him again.

But of course, subconsciously Kiian did want Borrad to pay attention to him. Then at 4 months pregnant, suddenly confronted with the immediate need to find a bearer for his egg, Kiian not only needed but desperately wanted help. He yearned for someone to say, “Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Capturing a big Robust? I'll have fun showing off my dominance by knocking one **** for you, no problem!” In Kiian's mind Borrad had been the instigator and leader of everything, and thus was indisputably responsible for the egg in Kiian's belly. Surely if this responsibility were pointed out to him his pride would motivate him to help.

Unfortunately there was one thing Kiian had failed to anticipate – the fact that Borrad's ego was offended that he had mated with Kiian several times and failed to “knock the little freak up”, but the one time he brought his two subordinates along Kiian immediately got pregnant. Borrad was trying really hard not to come to the conclusion that maybe his own seed was weak, but one of his more virile subordinates had “done the job on the first shot.” He hadn't even wanted to share Kiian with them, but they had found out he was fucking the little patchwork dragon and had started harassing him about it, asking him whether he liked the little freak. Of course he didn't! Liked the fact that Kiian was tiny and fragile-looking yet could take a punishing fuck, sure. Liked the fact that Kiian knew Borrad was his superior and didn't whine about a little rough treatment like some of these stuck-up rich popular bitches. Maybe Borrad even thought Kiian's freaky skin was kinda hot. But liked him romantically?! No way in fucking hell. They didn't understand because they were each others' heat companions (which fact had irritated Borrad for years, although he was not particularly attracted to either of them and would not have admitted even on pain of **** to something as sappy as 'feeling left out'. So the only way to get his followers to shut up about it was to make them do it with Kiian too (and who knows, maybe it would even fuck up their too-perfect little relationship.)

And it had sort-of worked – Kiian became a subject no one talked about. No noticeable affect on their relationship, but oh well, as long as Borrad could get laid and not get harassed about it he didn't mind if other people got laid too. Borrad had been in quite a cheerful mood the next month when he slipped away from his followers to go see his pet freak; but then everything came crashing down. An insult to his masculinity, no sweetly heat-scented submissive little dragon to fuck, horror of what might happen to his reputation if Kiian publicly named him the egg's sire – all had combined to put Borrad in a 3-month-long bad mood. And now, the stupid little idiot stood before him, obscenely pregnant, revealing that fact to his shocked followers whom Borrad hadn't told about that little detail, and had the gall to ask him to attack a dangerously large Robust and **** him to bear the bastard egg?! Borrad casually refused. Kiian begged. Borrad sneered at the suggestion that he would do Kiian any favor out of affection. Kiian tried to make him feel guilty for not taking care of 'his responsibilities' and said Borrad had to do it because it was his moral obligation, rubbing Borrad's nose in the fact that the disastrous inclusion of his followers had been all Borrad's idea. Borrad saw red.

First his own followers insulted him by suggesting he might be going soft for a piebald freak. And now this little bitch who had cause all the problems in the first place dared to order him to go capture a bearer for the egg that had stolen his monthly dose of sex and was belly-bulging proof one of his stupid followers had easily succeeded where his own virility had failed 4 times?!? That was the last straw; Borrad just snapped, and before he even realized what he was doing he found his fist connecting with Kiian's jaw and sending the other dragon sprawling on the ground. Borrad's immediate, instinctive shame at striking a pregnant dragon and fear that one of his followers would gossip this shocking scene to the whole community just made him more furious.

The big Gracile jock screamed, “That is not my fucking egg you little slut and I don't owe you anything! Better it should die anyway, you have no godsdamned business laying an egg; another disgusting freak like you might be born! And if you ever, EVER approach me in public again I will snap your scrawny neck, and you know no one will care – hell they'll probably throw me a part to celebrate getting rid of you!” Borrad launched himself threateningly toward the sprawled, terrified Kiian, at the last second beating his muscular wings hard and skimming above the little piebald dragon to disappear into the sky. His followers looked at each other, stunned by Borrad's fury, then looked at Kiian, still sprawled there cradling his bruised jaw. One spat in Kiian's direction, then deliberately turned his back to show that Kiian was too pathetic to be worthy of his notice. He strode away, the other following.

Kiian blinked away the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, furious at his own weakness but at least slightly comforted to think that the tears were only from shock and physical pain, he had taken far too much verbal **** in his life to care for the opinion of a violent arrogant bastard who abandoned his responsibilities. Between contractions, Kiian limped back to his own territory. He had no options left – even though he was fairly close to Robust territory, slowed by contractions it was unlikely that he would even be able to find a Robust, and even if he found one he would more likely get himself killed than manage to incapacitate and impregnate a much larger dragon. So, with the bitter taste of defeat in his mouth (and a little blood from where the inside of his cheek had been smashed against his teeth), Kiian tried to plan how 'best' to lose his egg. In emotional and physical pain, all he wanted to do was curl up in the warm furs of his nest and hope it would all be over soon, but rationally he knew that laying an egg was terribly messy, and the smell could attract dangerous predators. So instead he went to a small grassy clearing he knew of; close enough to his cave that he could crawl home after his labor was over, but far enough away that he could just abandon the egg and birth-mess there and try never to think of them again.

At least he had had the foresight to bring along a skin of water and several of his medicines which might be helpful. He crunched a root with pain-killing properties between his teeth, grimacing at both the soreness of his jaw and the terrible taste, then quickly took a swig of water to wash it down. But he knew it wouldn't do more than take the edge off of the pain – the only medicine he had which would completely kill the pain would also knock him out cold, and he wanted to get this humiliation over with, not just delay it until he woke up again. Kiian reflected that the really sad thing about this whole ill-fated sequence of events was that supposedly laying an egg could be an intensely pleasurable activity if prepared for correctly. Not the first egg usually, it was true; no matter how carefully one prepared the first egg would stretch muscles which had never been stretched before. But still a regularly-fucked dragon was better prepared to have a large object **** its way out of his pussy, and a pregnant dragon's mate could help transform pain into pleasure by arousing the pregnant dragon with kisses and touches as labor began, and giving massages to help loosen straining muscles. And for Graciles in particular, the cloacal kiss of laying an egg into a Robust's womb was said to feel similar to ejaculating a huge spurt of cum; but he would probably never have a chance to experience the sensation, thought Kiian grumpily.

The next contraction hit before the root could take effect, and all Kiian could do was grit his teeth and hiss at the pain. The next one was even worse, and he couldn't help but scream. Panting afterwards, he cursed, “Damn fucking Borrad to hell anyway! I never want to go through this again; if he tries to come anywhere near me next month I'm going to fucking poison him! One sharp rock dipped in widowweed sap, that's all it would- rrrgh!” The next contraction was not quite as bad, maybe the painkiller was finally starting to work, but it was still strong enough to derail Kiian's plans for vengeance into a wordless cry of pain.

As the pain of the most recent contraction finally receded, Kiian's attention returned to the world around him only for him to discover a loud rustling coming fast in his direction. Alarmed, he looked in the direction of the noise just in time to see a fucking HUGE Robust carrying a murderous-looking axe burst into the clearing! Kiian's mind gibbered in panic, “Holy shit, where did a monster Robust with an AXE come from?! I'm going to DIE!” he tried to scramble backward away from this sudden threat, only to slam his back and wings painfully into the saplings walling the other side of the small clearing. “Oh gods, if there's anything Robusts hate it's a pregnant Gracile, and here I am, so fucking pregnant the damn egg is exploding out of my womb and I won't have to worry about ever getting pregnant again because I'm not going to live to see tomorrow!”