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When Kiian felt the first faint contraction ripple through the tightly-stretched skin of her belly, she 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 she wanted to be a parent, but she was proud of her own intelligence and resourcefulness despite the fact that no one took the time to look past her unusual patchwork skin and see her. 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 her life, she would be damned before she showed weakness to them. But even the biggest strongest Graciles needed help capturing a Robust, and Kiian had no friends or family she could turn to for help. She 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 possible procreators of her child and trying to convince them to help, or trying to capture and **** a Robust by herself, Kiian opted for the devil she knew.

Her plan was to find Borrad, the leader of their little gang, and use the woman's over-large ego against her, suggesting that Borrad and company would be seen as cowardly if they let a child which had clearly been created by one of them die. This was not the safest plan. Borrad really was the 'devil' Kiian knew – the woman was an unabashed bully. Although fortunately she didn't seem interested in inflicting any serious injuries, she was usually content to assert her 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 – she knew Borrad didn't actually like her, knew she 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. She smelled male, and she wasn't unpretty – 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 herself. 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 her Borrad quickly got over her surprise and decided she 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 her feet and told her she was going to get fucked. Perhaps a thought of the danger of possibly getting pregnant crossed Kiian's mind, but when Borrad pulled out her 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 she could brace herself, pushed Kiian's tail out of the way, and sank herself 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 herself braced and got into the action fairly quickly – it helped that she had already had herself 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 her 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 her balls and her brain started working again she was slightly shocked at what, or rather who, she had done. And it struck her how terrible it would be for her reputation if anyone knew she had fucked Kiian. So while the little mutant dragon sprawled in a contented daze, Borrad hauled himself to her feet, put her fists on his hips, and narrowed her 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 – she sounded suddenly cold and utterly serious.

“I- I won't tell.” whispered Kiian, still too off-balance to be her 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 herself into the air. But whether she thought she had been a bit too harsh, or whether the heat-scent still perfuming the air was starting to get to her again, she 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 her muscles she 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 she awoke, much more clear-headed because her heat-cycle had ended, and found the energy to call herself a fool for risking pregnancy and cuss Borrad out for being a bitch.

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 herself about it, telling herself that it was too dangerous to have anything to do with the freak, but the more she thought about the little mutant's fragile build, peculiar skin, and tight little pussy, the more she wanted to nail Kiian again.

Having escaped twice, Kiian decided that maybe a side-effect of her mutation was that she was infertile, a thought which bothered her not at all because she had never pictured herself as a mother. So she quit worrying about getting pregnant, and decided to enjoy what she could get. As the months went by she also ceased to be afraid of Borrad, having decided that the woman just wanted someone to dominate, and wasn't dangerous as long as Kiian willingly submitted to her. She 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 her dominance over Kiian again.

Then, on the fifth month Borrad would have been Kiian's unofficial heat companion, instead of showing up alone she brought two friends. Kiian suddenly felt less safe, knowing instinctively that she 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 she was the leader of the group, so Kiian felt slightly reassured that Borrad had her two companions firmly under her control, but only slightly reassured, because who knew what Borrad would do with that control.

As it turned out, what Borrad did was goad her **** 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 herself was perhaps slightly meaner than usual to play to her audience, ordering Kiian to do various demeaning things rather than just fucking her bowlegged.

The next month Borrad had showed up alone once again, The bigger Gracile was wearing a smug smirk on her face as usual, but then she 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 her eyes. “Well I'm clearly not in heat, so...” Kiian trailed off, eyes widening in alarm as she realized the implications of that statement.

Borrad's eyes widened too, and she 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 her eye, and for a moment Kiian was truly afraid of her erstwhile heat-companion. But the big muscular dragon merely clenched her jaw, turned around, and left the way she had come.

That was the last time in 3 months Kiian had seen Borrad up close; she had caught a glimpse of the bigger dragon from a distance several times, enough to make her suspect Borrad was keeping an eye on her rather than having forgotten about her. After Kiian had gotten over her shock at the idea of being pregnant she was indignant at the absurdity that Borrad might blame her for getting pregnant when Borrad had been the one to **** her to get fucked while she was in heat. And as the months went by and Kiian's stomach grew she found herself insulted that Borrad clearly wanted nothing to do with her 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 she 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 her thoughts on the arrogant bitch, and let the egg grow to prove she wasn't **** to resume her heat cycles in an attempt to get Borrad to pay attention to her again.

But of course, subconsciously Kiian did want Borrad to pay attention to her. Then at 4 months pregnant, suddenly confronted with the immediate need to find a bearer for her egg, Kiian not only needed but desperately wanted help. She 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 her her pride would motivate her to help.

Unfortunately there was one thing Kiian had failed to anticipate – the fact that Borrad's ego was offended that she had mated with Kiian several times and failed to “knock the little freak up”, but the one time she brought her two subordinates along Kiian immediately got pregnant. Borrad was trying really hard not to come to the conclusion that maybe her own seed was weak, but one of her more fertile subordinates had “done the job on the first shot.” She hadn't even wanted to share Kiian with them, but they had found out she was fucking the little patchwork dragon and had started harassing her about it, asking her whether she liked the little freak. Of course she 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 her 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 her 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 she 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 her 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 she didn't mind if other people got laid too. Borrad had been in quite a cheerful mood the next month when she slipped away from her followers to go see her pet freak; but then everything came crashing down. An insult to her womanhood, no sweetly heat-scented submissive little dragon to fuck, horror of what might happen to her reputation if Kiian publicly named her the egg's other parent – all had combined to put Borrad in a 3-month-long bad mood. And now, the stupid little idiot stood before her, obscenely pregnant, revealing that fact to her shocked followers whom Borrad hadn't told about that little detail, and had the gall to ask her to attack a dangerously large Robust and **** her to bear the bastard egg?! Borrad casually refused. Kiian begged. Borrad sneered at the suggestion that she would do Kiian any favor out of affection. Kiian tried to make her feel guilty for not taking care of 'her responsibilities' and said Borrad had to do it because it was her moral obligation, rubbing Borrad's nose in the fact that the disastrous inclusion of her followers had been all Borrad's idea. Borrad saw red.

First her own followers insulted her by suggesting she 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 her to go capture a bearer for the egg that had stolen her monthly dose of sex and was belly-bulging proof one of her stupid followers had easily succeeded where her own virility had failed 4 times?!? That was the last straw; Borrad just snapped, and before she even realized what she was doing she found her 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 her followers would gossip this shocking scene to the whole community just made her 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 herself threateningly toward the sprawled, terrified Kiian, at the last second beating her muscular wings hard and skimming above the little piebald dragon to disappear into the sky. Her followers looked at each other, stunned by Borrad's fury, then looked at Kiian, still sprawled there cradling her bruised jaw. One spat in Kiian's direction, then deliberately turned her back to show that Kiian was too pathetic to be worthy of her notice. She strode away, the other following.

Kiian blinked away the tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, furious at her own weakness but at least slightly comforted to think that the tears were only from shock and physical pain, she had taken far too much verbal **** in her life to care for the opinion of a violent arrogant bastard who abandoned her responsibilities. Between contractions, Kiian limped back to her own territory. She had no options left – even though she was fairly close to Robust territory, slowed by contractions it was unlikely that she would even be able to find a Robust, and even if she found one she would more likely get herself killed than manage to incapacitate and impregnate a much larger dragon. So, with the bitter taste of defeat in her mouth (and a little blood from where the inside of her cheek had been smashed against her teeth), Kiian tried to plan how 'best' to lose her egg.

In emotional and physical pain, all she wanted to do was curl up in the warm furs of her nest and hope it would all be over soon, but rationally she knew that laying an egg was terribly messy, and the smell could attract dangerous predators. So instead she went to a small grassy clearing she knew of; close enough to her cave that she could crawl home after her labor was over, but far enough away that she could just abandon the egg and birth-mess there and try never to think of them again.

At least she had had the foresight to bring along a skin of water and several of her medicines which might be helpful. She crunched a root with pain-killing properties between her teeth, grimacing at both the soreness of her jaw and the terrible taste, then quickly took a swig of water to wash it down. But she knew it wouldn't do more than take the edge off of the pain – the only medicine she had which would completely kill the pain would also knock her out cold, and she wanted to get this humiliation over with, not just delay it until she 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 her 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 she 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 her teeth and hiss at the pain. The next one was even worse, and she couldn't help but scream. Panting afterwards, she cursed, “Damn fucking Borrad to hell anyway! I never want to go through this again; if she tries to come anywhere near me next month I'm going to fucking poison her! 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 her only for her to discover a loud rustling coming fast in her direction. Alarmed, she 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!” she tried to scramble backward away from this sudden threat, only to slam her 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!”