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The Bestiary was a sprawling complex that held some of the most amazing animals in the world. They ranged from the mundane, such as large cats from the jungles to ones that were the offspring of magician made creatures. The gryphons and dragons, fierce unicorns, they were all part and parcel of what was kept at the behest of the university. Many of the more magical animals had purpose in magic, others were kept just because the menagerie had become a bit of a trophy to the higher ranked officials. Anyone on the board tried to make sure that they added to it, the more exotic, the better. And that’s how the wyvern had ended up there.

Jynia leaned against the rockwork that overshot the low bowl that made up the wyverns pen and watched as it sprawled listlessly on the rocks. It rarely moved from the spot. It had been on there so long that the underside of the rockwork was smooth and glossy, a testament to how many years it had been penned up. His purple-black scales were healthy enough, but just because he wasn’t actively dying, didn’t meant that he was kept in anything close to good conditions.

The bowl was set up with a series of sun basking rocks, a fresh running stream deep enough that he could cover himself and just enough height that he could glide. It was considered to be a perfect design, but day after day, Jynia had seen the truth. The wyvern didn’t glide or move, he remained in one spot unless he had to attend the needs of his body. His eyes were dull and he barely seemed responsive even when professors came down into the bowl with their magical protections to claim a scale or trim a claw.

Most people at the university had never seen a wyvern in the wild, they lived exclusively on shores that were nearly useless to anyone wanting to found a city. Mages didn’t go there. No one went there except those people that had had the bad luck of being born in a climate that was harsh and unforgiving. How this one had managed to get captured, she had no idea, she only knew that she could no longer stand here and watch it fade away.

She had seen wild wyverns, they were breathtaking creatures that could kite through the sky and would do elaborate displays in the air. They were meant to be free, not captured and languishing because they could be used for status or for magic. All of the animals here were like that, but it was the wyvern that she had begun to identify with. The first of the Bestiary that she had interacted with and seen the way that they used him. No, she wasn’t going to allow him to continue to languish here until he died, only to have his body put on some sort of crude display.

The Bestiary was open most of the day to people willing to pay a few coppers to get in. She had to linger as the day wore on, acting as though she were enjoying the sad sights of a unicorn that was kept in too small a paddock or the pride of lions that were caged up. She acted like the student she was, carrying a notebook and making little notations in it as if she were studying for something important. Students were always allowed here, it was encouraged, and that made it easy to get on with her plan.

By the time evening came she had already located an animal to change into that would get her past everything. Tieflings weren’t uncommon in this part of the world, but not every tiefling was a shapeshifter. It was one of the things she kept firmly under wraps from the school until she was ready to talk about it. People naturally feared a shapeshifter, they could be anyone, anything, and she wanted to make sure that she wasn’t going to end up on the wrong end a blade. It also meant she was in the unique position of being able to at least help one creature.

It took time for her to find a place she could fold her clothes and change her shape, even more time to settle into being a small song bird. Too small to be eaten by the wyvern, but big enough to not be in immediate danger of being prey. She settled her wings with a nervous flicker and settled in to wait, she couldn’t make a move until it was full dark. Wyverns didn’t mind the dark, thankfully, and she had hopes that the captured beast would take to the sky the moment she took down the spell holding the dome shut.

Jynia was careful as she worked, picking out the spell book that would unseal the dome with care. The Bestiary spells weren’t complicated, because they worked on the premise that no one would want to set such dangerous creatures free. So, the first part was the easiest as she changed back in the cover of darkness in the corner of the dome. The wyvern was awake, partially waded into the creek, seemingly ignoring her as she began to work the spell.

_It would serve them right if he picks off a few people on his way to freedom. _ She thought idly, pursing her lips together before figuring out the pattern of glyphs that needed to be put together to take down the spell.

The moment the overhanging magic cut out she let out a breath of relief and flicked her eyes up to see the opening wide and unhampered by the shimmer of magic. The sight was exactly what she’d been waiting for and she looked expectantly to where the wyvern was wading in the stream.

The two folded wings were braced on either side of the creek, the line of the wing sails glistening in the moonlight, but he didn’t seem to be concerned about the barrier being gone. He should be able to sense it, it gave off a low level warning that kept any of the beasts from touching it since it could be deadly depending on how hard they struggled. She stood up and set the book to one side, half pushing it beneath a log so she could retrieve it later.

“Go on, you’re free!” She tried and swept her arms up, her tail tip lashing behind her nervously. “GO!”

The wyvern considered her blankly as she stepped further out and made a show of swinging her arms high. He remained there, swaying a little bit and flexing his wings, but he made no move to leave. He was more fascinated by her than the fact he had the perfect chance to escape.

She knew she needed to be quiet, there were always people working here, even after hours, but she needed the creature to get out of here. Once he had taken off, she would simply change her shape into his own and settle down to give him time to get far enough away he wouldn’t be recaptured. It’d be simple, just a couple of days at most, but it all hinged on him escaping without anyone noticing that he’d gotten away.

With a curse she reached into her pouch and gave a flick of her hand, sending out the small pebble with a hissed command that made it flash brightly and snap into life. It was a calculated risk, but the moment it flashed the wyvern let out a noise of alarm and flung his head up. The broad wings snapped out as he reared back on the powerful haunches and then heaved himself upwards with a snap of his wings.

He was magnificent, the dark scaling would give him some cover as the wind snapped down to spread around her, nearly knocking her over as he stretched and strained his way upwards. The hot heavy huffs of air came out and the sharp scent of wyvern spread around her until she wrinkled up her nose. The lizard-like scent wasn’t appealing, but it was worth it to see the moment of shock as he passed where the barrier should have been. His wings stretched to catch a thermal, blotting out the stars as he began to circle wide.

“Good luck.” She whispered to the night air, the fierce joy riding through her at the sight of him spiraling higher before she settled down to begin her own change.

The day spent studying the wyvern made it easy to match the pattern of his scales and she doubted anyone would even so much as glance to find out if she were male or female. They both looked alike, with the internal genitalia making sure that she’d pass. That was the reason she hadn’t dared try to same for one of the dragons, not when a male boasted thick heavy horns and a fringe of scales along his throat. This would be the easier way to start.

The change was slower as she transformed into something so much larger than herself, her skin rippling as scaling overtook it and her vision blurred as she dropped forward. It was strangely exciting to take such a large and formidable form, larger than anything she had ever done, expending energy recklessly. She knew that she’d be exhausted, but it hardly mattered when she was going to be stuck here for at least a full day if not two or three. She reared her head up with a groan and popped her neck a little as the last few scales appeared.

The world erupted into bright colors as her eyes adjusted to those of a night predator, making it appear as if the world were in shades of brilliant blues and greys. It was sharp and defined, her sense of smell was suddenly thick with something that was thick and musky, tempered with the scents of distant animals. She gave her head a shake and reared upwards on her haunches before dropping her wings down to brace the splayed flat edge of the wing fingers down to work as legs. The position awkward, but strangely natural as her mind caught up to her.

It was always hard when an animal’s mind came online with a myriad of instincts snapping into the forefront. The first was the scent of prey in the distance, the next was the wind rushing by her, she had to struggle against them briefly as she pushed her own awareness completely into the forefront. She drew in a steadying breath, tipping her head back as she saw the flash of movement in the sky above her.

DANGER…DANGER…DANGER

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The instinct to protect herself screamed into being as wings flashed the stars out of view and the low growl spilled around her as her tail snapped behind her. She flung herself about, hissing and gaping her jaws as the instinct to protect herself slammed into the forefront of her mind and she bared her teeth. She realized it was the wyvern a heart beat before a larger wing slammed down against her back and feet swung up to drive into her side to knock her off her feet. The shriek that broke out of her turned into a garbled bursts of snarls and twisted threats as wings beat around her.

She was shoved towards the ground and pinned, thrashing her way upwards as there was a blast of hot male scented breath, her body snapping into attention that this was dangerous. Males were dangerous. She struggled to free her wings as she lifted her head and sank her jaws down against one of the wings beating towards her. She hit the hard heavy scales, but she clamped down and squeezed hard enough to dent them so the male jerked his way backwards. The harsh shrill squeals that broke free hurt her ears as she scrabbled up onto her hind legs and hissed, her lips peeled backwards and tongue lashing threateningly.

It was only as the male circled her, swaying his head back and forth with a long purple tongue flicking out into the air to catch her scent. She could taste him. It’s instinctive, her mind working with the primitive animal mind, trying to balance even as he snaps his jaws towards her again and lets out an odd noise. The sound sends a wave of fury through her, and she dimly realizes that he’s trying to court her. Except, her instinct is to fight, to drive him back with fangs and claws, a violent surge that slammed through her.

“Call up the wards! Lock it down!” The voices of people jerked her out of her fury and she realized that magelights were being set off. The light nearly blinded her sensitive eyes and she flicked an inner membrane over them as she realized that people were being summoned. Fuck. People had noticed. She let out a shriek and flung herself up, wings snapping open to break free as they were still gathering themselves, but it was already too late.

She felt the barrier before she hit it, the subtle shove down that warned her she was about to crash into it, but she was too new in the body to course correct that quickly. Her wings it hit and then her head, the magic blazing with a shock that tore a scream from her throat as her wings crumpled and she was flung back down to the ground. It wasn’t a far fall, but she landed hard enough to bite her tongue and the taste of blood filled her senses.

“Fucking hell, grab the chains, get them apart before they kill each other! Damn it Caln, don’t just stand there, get the spells ready!” The voice was familiar, one of the Bestiary keepers. “Lock them down!”

“Where the fuck did it come from?”

“I don’t know!” The last voice was Caln, she knew him, he worked in the Bestiary, but was one of her classmates, he sounded frantic.

She got herself up just as there was a lash of glowing light that threw her back to the ground. She let out a guttural noise as she dropped her head and felt a wave of terror. The magic was wrapping over her, snapping at her wings and pinning her to the ground as the real wyvern was treated to the same process. Their bodies were stretched out, separated, and she had no choice but to try and change back. She didn’t want to be outed as a shapeshifter, but that was better than whatever might happen here.

The glowing restraints suddenly burned bright green and the voices yelled as more wards were thrown over her. The magic solid and physical feeling as it weighed down her body, leaving her shrieking in her outrage. She couldn’t get free of it, the magic lashed and snapped, locking down her own efforts as it reacted to the brush of a spell. She lifted her head wildly, swinging it until the Bestiary keeper came into view, yelling and snapping at the others that were apparently working to contain her.

There was a sudden flash of light in front of her, so bright it hurt her eyes and she cried out before the spell struck her. It hit hard enough to knock the air from her lungs before the world began to grow dark, ruthlessly yanking her down into unconsciousness. She tried to fight it, but there was no fighting free of the expertly wielded spell, it was like a dagger, and it found it’s mark. And then there was nothing.

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“Get that leg up!” The voice filtered through the haze that covered Jynia and held her in the midst of a sleep that she couldn’t seem to push past. “That muzzle had better be on tight, she’s coming around.”

“Osmund, you can’t be serious.” A voice that was closer to her head made her stir and she let out a rasping groan.

She was aware that something was wrapped around one of her legs and bit down hard as it was hauled up into the air. She jerked a little as she blinked open an eye, her body feeling heavy and weighed down as she realized that she had been bound in chains. They weren’t heavy, but they were worked through with magic that hummed against her scaling as they proceeded to haul her leg into an awkward angle. She thrashed and tried to yank it down, but was reward with a sharp shock that sent electricity racing down her back until she groaned out.

“If it’s a female, than imagine the possibilities. The eggs alone, even infertile ones, could be invaluable.” Osmound, she knew him, he was the director of the place. “I brought in the wyvern, they’re not native here, there’s no reason another should have breached the pen.”

She hissed and twisted herself, her tail smacked against the ground wildly with a snarl as she came more awake, but they were already dragging chains on her. They were snapping into place, pulling tight, making her tail pull outwards as she was forcibly put on display. Her legs were stretched open wide, exposing herself while there was a press against her inner thighs. It sent a jolt through her as she realized two keepers were inspecting her closely.

Even as she came to that realization, one of them began to slather something cold and slippery feeling against her slit. She yanked her head up, she tried to open her jaws, but they were sealed shut behind a heavy metal muzzle. She was helpless, locked and bound as the mixture was poured over her and hands began to work it inwards. They were going to sex her, she realized, horror surging to the forefront of her mind.

Wyverns didn’t have anything external to show what their genders were, it meant that the only way to find out was an internal exam. She muffled a whine, trying to shift back into her proper form, but as she tried to reach for her natural magic, the muzzle burned and scorched her as it cut her off. Her eyes bulged and she thrashed briefly in place, her breathing turned into a harsh whine as she cast her head back with her eyes blazing. She woke up rapidly and realized they had her locked down tight.

“Here, it won’t take much. We just need to establish if it’s male or female. Less use for a male.” Osmound instructed and the hands between her haunches began to push down.

She shrieked her outrage, but it wasn’t the shriek of a human, it was a shriek of a beast, enraged and frustrated as hands reached down and began to push against her vent. When she tried to thrash, the magic brutally punished her, the shock made her clamp her jaws down and keen out low in her throat, but she went still. The moment she stopped fighting the magic silenced again, resting against her, waiting in case it needed to drive her back into submission.

She felt a human hand pushing between the folds of her scaled vent, pushing the supple skin backwards and then shove downwards in a shock of penetration. She jerked and another hand joined the first, spreading her body forcibly as her interior walls clamped down under the invasion. She felt tears spring to her eyes, but she was unable to stop them as the grip inside of her suddenly pulled roughly to split her body open. The ache spreading as they handled her with the care they would have any animal.

“A male will have the same look at first, but they hide their shafts deep inside, a female won’t be blocked if you push into one.” Osmound’s voice held a lecturing tone and she belatedly realized that she was being used as a demonstration. “Wyverns are violent during breeding, so the males keep themselves well protected from a female clawing at them.”

She felt the heat burning through her while she felt the push that started to wedge into her body, an invasion that had her hissing threats as an entire hand was pushed into her body. She was large as a wyvern, but it still made her ache as she choked under the sensation of the hand pushing even deeper with a series of noises as he fought the way her body tried to deny the entrance. Muscles flexed and tried to squeeze tight in order to keep them from being invaded, but there was no denying pressure that built up.

She wanted to change back, she wanted to get the chains off her and bolt back to her dorm room, she wanted nothing more than to feel the magic roll over her and sweep her away. Instead, she was forced to feel the way that she was being explored with an arm that shoved inside of her. She’d explored herself with her fingers before, what girl didn’t, but she’d never had someone else touch her and now he was violating her with a forceful dig that punched the breath out of her.

“See how deep my arm can go?” Osmound lectured and made a point to shove in harder, an ache that spasmed her entire body. “A female, probably one near mating heat and maybe driven out of her territory by weather or war.”

“And right into the cage of the male? The spells should have held her back.” Someone commented and she flinched as she felt the arm dragging from her aching cunny, wanting to sob her humiliation.

“Spells hold him in, it allows things to pass through, it’s good enrichment to have a bird or the like fly in for him to hunt.” Osmound didn’t sound ruffled at all. “What this does mean, we can have a breeding mare. We’ve never had a breeding pair of the more exotic animals here.”

“Because dragon’s are fucking cannibals.” One of the keepers commented and got a round of laughter.

“Wyverns can be just as bad, females normally have scars from being bred. It’s not uncommon for multiple males to gang up on one female and use her, even killing her if there are enough.” Osmound still had the lecturing tone as Jynia felt a wave of horror slamming into her.

“Tricky to breed then.” One of the older keepers offered as Jynia kept trying to come to terms with just what was being put on the table.

“We only have one, so it should be safe enough, but she’ll need to be restrained. The instinct is to fight a male, make him prove his genes to properly breed her, there’s no reason to end up with two damaged wyverns.” Osmound sounded positively casual. “She’s not in season now, but that hardly matters, a few hard ruttings and her body will do what it needs to do.”

No, no it most certainly will not. She lunged, her neck strained as she tried to strike out any of them, only to feel the sharp strike of the spell driving her back down again.

She wasn’t a wyvern, they had to use their common fucking sense to see that she wasn’t a wyvern! None of them came this far inland, they weren’t even close to native, and why would a female land in the pen of a male if they were violent breeders? She felt her heart hammering as they continued to talk about the best way to restrain her, talking about research that could be done to make sure that she was presented in a natural pose for the male to mount.

Her eyes roved around, seeing a few familiar faces, but none of them even so much as glanced at her. They were fixed on their own conversations. No one discussed how strange it was that she had appeared her. No one suggested that they might want to find out why she had been in the area. They acted as though this were just a pleasant surprise to everyone, except to her.

_I’m a tiefling, not an animal! _ She writhed as commands were given and suggestions offered on the best arrangement. She had no allies here, no voice, and whatever magical bonds had been placed on her meant that she wasn’t going to be able to change back.

In the end, it took several of them to drag her over to where there was a rock meant for sunning. They cleared off the area and used the chains to restrain her, dragging her wings up and clamping them down tightly so that they were more like forelegs than anything that could give her lift. Her chest was put down on the elevated rock and the muzzle was chained into place so that she had to stretch her neck out to bare it. Her hind legs seemed to be a more difficult problem for them and one she refused to help them with as they struggled to get her into position.

Her legs were lashed with chains, tight enough to hurt as she was made to splay them and her tail was bound down the length of one leg. It was humiliating, presented like an animal and trussed up as she let out a series of hisses and snarls to show her rage. Her entire body was vibrating with the urge to snap out, but if she so much as attempted to go after any of the keepers the magic would slam into her to bring her down. There was no give, they sure of themselves, sure that they were safe. It was a part of the entire Bestiary. Control.

“We’ll shift her in the afternoon if he doesn’t mate her, but I doubt it’ll take long. He’s been here, what? Three years? He’ll be itching for a female.” Osmound said smoothly. “Caln, you’re going to be left in charge of observation, just work a summoning spell if he’s doing real damage.”

“Real damage?” Caln sounded slightly nervous, but Osmound snorted.

“Breaking something, tearing her up in a way that won’t heal, something that’s real damage.” The response sent a wave of choking terror through her and she let out a sound like a moan of fear. “We’ll close down this part of the Bestiary to everyone except the university. She’s not in season so I’m sure she’ll be shrieking her head off, we hardly need the unaware to wander into that.”

Their conversation continued as they left and she found herself shuddering in place, the fear starting to twist through her gut. They were talking about the animal raping her as casually as if they were talking about spell components. She shuddered from her spot on the rock and tried to get her head a bit more movement, her wings ached from the position of them and her body felt twisted in the position. It was unnatural feeling, even in a different form, her legs were shoved up and high, her hips pushed into the air.

The animalistic part of her mind was shrieking with fear and rage, that this was wrong and she was vulnerable. It was only training that kept her from falling into the trap of letting the animal take over her mind, but even then, it was hard as she shifted and tried to figure out the best way out. She couldn’t shift her shape, but she wasn’t an animal, enclosures like this were meant to keep animals in, not her. She just had to find a work around for what to do.

It took time for the people to finally leave the enclosure, but once they did, she heard the dim rasp of metal on metal. The rattling of it made her stiffen up and swing her head about, her eyes going a little wild as she saw that the chains that had been used to secure the wyvern near the back of the enclosure released him. He swing his broad purple-black wings a few times and let out a low hiss of anger as he stepped out, his tail lashing and sliding behind him.

_Why couldn’t he have just flown away?! _ She thought desperately as she watched him walk back and forth with a few low threatening noises to the glimpses of the humans.

She tried to be quiet and still, even as every instinct screamed at her to throw herself at the male, to drive him back with talons and fangs. It was a rising urge for violence that nearly choked her, the fear chasing behind it until she could feel a lump in her throat and her entire vibrated as adrenaline was poured into it. The waves of it lashed and swallowed her, trying to pull her under as she let out another low cry of fear. Her body arched again, the small twitch rattled the chains as the drake swung his head towards her and the amber eyes fixated on her bound form.

There was absolutely no way to get away at this point, her body was tensed up and feeling a spasm of terror as the creature stepped forward with a sway of his head. The low hissing sounds turned into a growl, a sound that thrilled through the air as he swung his head back and forth, tipping his chin down as if ready to protect himself from her attack. Would that she could attack him!

The instinct to attack was making her heart race, slamming into her chest time and time again, but there was no where to go, nothing she could do as he approached. When she made no move to lunge at him he began to move in closer, flicking his tongue on the air. She shuddered and then lifted her head against the chains, the muzzle dug into her sharply with a bruising force that was designed to make sure that it was nearly rubbed raw. Her low growl rose up in pitch, threatening as she tried to make herself seem larger than he was.

The hot breath of the male blasted against her shoulder, hitting hard and spreading over the edges until she let out a shrill protest. It came with a snap of teeth that caught right against the edge of one wing and snapped down hard enough that pain went racing up the length of it. The bone didn’t break, but it was a rough grip that tested her until she shrilled out her pain, letting it twist free of her jaws and then he released her. The low eager vocalizations thrummed in the air, swelling his throat as it tipped back in the air.

When he moved closer to her, she saw that the length of his vent was bulging and glistening before he began to circle behind her. She swung her head to watch him as much as the restraints would allow, willing that they would somehow let her go, but there was no such kindness for her. The jaws bit hard up the line of her spine, the serrated teeth dug down against her tough scaling and bruised her as she let out a roar of protest. If she had hopes that sound would drive him off, they were thoroughly dashed as a heavy foot shoved against her haunch.

The jaws clamped down with such violence her chin was slammed against the ground, the movement making her eyes blur with pain as his weight shoved her against the ground. The teeth snapped against her neck and nearly crushed off her air supply as they squeezed with enough force she wheezed out a breath as the haunches pushed above her own, her bound tail pinned beneath the scaled stomach. Horror raced through her, followed with a bone deep terror that she might just die if he closed those jaws too hard.

The hot slimy feel of his cock pushed beneath her tail, large feeling and probing her while she strained against the restraints. She didn’t care of the magic struck her, she didn’t want to feel the animal’s cock shove into her body. She’d never even had another tiefling inside of her that way! She choked out a disgusted noise as the slimy wetness smeared her inner thighs before the haunches tipped forward to aim a fat wide tip to grind up beneath her tail searchingly.

Jynia knew very little about the way wyverns reproduced, it had never mattered before now, and all she could think was how large the cock felt that was probing against her. She wheezed out and thrashed again, her entire body went rigid against the chains as something thick and gooey started to drool down to smear her pussy. The sensation was disgusting, but worse was the sudden jab that pushed up against her slit and began to ram against her with brutal and efficient thrusts.

She shrieked out the moment the tip stretched the rim open and popped inside of her, the burn sharp and immediate. She could feel the tears sparking down her eyes, rolling downwards through the pain of being split apart by a cock she wasn’t prepared to take. She wasn’t wet, it was only the slimy precum that eased the way as her body was bruised where it split around him, feeling the inches jamming home as he clamped his wing fingers down above her elbows and yanked himself forward.

Her shriek turned into a soundless scream as a few more inches jammed home, nearly tearing her body open to make room for him. The world shook around her as she felt the jaws clamp down and twist, tearing at the scales at the back of her neck and ripping them. Even that pain didn’t matter as he started to hunch his back to work himself in deeper. Blood began to roll down the line of the scales, spilling towards her shoulders as she experienced another wild thrust.

It was only when he jerked back that she realized the wyvern was built with barbs embedded on his shaft, because they suddenly hooked into her tender skin to cause her to fling her head backwards. Her mouth opened wide, gaping and working soundlessly as the pain flared hot through her, only growing a hair better as he continued to feed the thick ridges of his length into her. Her outer lips were strained too wide, it hurt to even breath as he overfilled her cunt to the point that she felt wetness squelching out from his drooling cock tip.

She’d always imagined another tiefling, or even a human, someone she had a connection with, not an animal tearing at the scales of her neck as he jammed every last too large inch inside of her. Her pussy ached and burned, everything hurt as her muscles twitched wildly and her stomach cramped. The wyvern’s hips were tucked under hers as if to be sure he had claimed everything he could of her, grinding and then he began to drag back, flaring open the barbs to dig into her sensitive skin.

The pain hit her in a wave, too much, too deep, twisting through her stomach as the rake of them tore backwards and dug into the soft silken skin. The blaze of pain felt as though it were about to tear her apart, she couldn’t do a damn thing against it as he began to fuck her with all the need of any rutting male. There was no attempt to make it pleasurable for her, after all, what did the beast care about her pleasure for? She was little more than a plaything for him to use.

The tears on her face began to roll down her muzzle as each time he jammed home the broad tip found a spot to hit against roughly. It made her stomach twist sickly, choking out a sound of pain that began to rip out of her as she dug her claws down. The obscene wet noises of the cock rang in her ears as her walls twitched and grasped uselessly around the male, doing her best to try and save herself.

His teeth loosened on her neck only to refasten higher, twisting them again until fresh blood welled out as he began to drive in wild lunging thrusts. Her hips felt the snap of them cracking forward as the tip jammed upwards, time and again bottoming out until her walls clamped down enough to make sure that the barbs were driven deep inside of her. They stimulated and raked over parts of her body that made her clamp down tight, as if instinctively trying to dig the barbs in deeper. She didn’t want them deeper, she wanted them to stop.

The harsh movements rammed her against the rock until it was digging against her stomach, Jynia’s mouth gaped in the muzzle until she realized that she was drooling slightly. Every part of her succumbed to the rough violent violation of her body as she was raped. The hard edges of the barbs tore through her time and time again, making sure that she was left gasping and shuddering in place. It hurt, it hurt so badly she was barely able to think straight, and he was only speeding up.

It blended together, the pain made sure that she was lost under the haze of it where she couldn’t think about anything except the next thrust and the next. She choked out sounds, helpless noises that broke free before the male’s cock began to grow heavier and larger inside of her. The flare of the barbs jutted out and suddenly latched inside of her, digging into the pink skin until the world tilted wildly around her. The tiefling shrieked out in pain, screaming it until her throat hurt as the final thrust came with a victorious snap of the hips.

The hot flush of cum spilling into her burned as it flooded and spread through the depths of her body. The engorged cock was locked in place by the barbs as rope after sticky rope of the stuff was flung into her body, making sure that there was no way it would escape. She squirmed and whimpered, her stomach aching as the male shoved her down and hissed as if warning her to be still. What could she do? It wasn’t as if she could fight or break free? There was no where for her to go.

She had to remain still, she had to feel as she was filled, her stomach achingly swollen and heavy feeling before he let out a series of warbling noises. The grip of the wings on her own relaxed and she whimpered, squeezing her eyes firmly shut as he shifted his weight. The last few twitches of cum were heavier, it felt as though she were going to be nauseous as they oozed out before he jerked back.

The barbs ripped from her, sharp and violent, pulling from her violated passage with an obscene wet noise as the drake dismounted her with a grunt. She sagged against the stone, trembling as she felt the kiss of cool air against her enflamed mound and whimpered. It hurt, everything hurt, her stomach ached from how full she was, but none of it seemed to be spilling out of her.

No one came to help her. No one cared, she was left chained to the stone as the wyvern drank water and sprawled out in pleased sleep. It would be hours later that the thick sticky gel plug he’d pumped into her to seal his seed inside of her gave way. One moment Jynia had been trying to shift to get comfortable and the next a gush of warm cum spilled out of her to puddle on the ground between her thighs. The first of many times.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Jynia’s body burned and ached, her entire form was shuddering in place as she felt as though she were running hot with fever. She felt the wetness smeared between her hind legs, normally it was spent cum that had been pumped into her, but today it came from herself. The chain on her neck rattled as she tried to twist her head back to look at herself, her aching vent was swollen and bulging, making her pant slightly. More of the clear fluid clung along the outer edges, declaring the state of her body.

She had spent a solid week being raped time and time again, her neck was painted with bruises and torn scales, red marks from teeth that had torn into her skin. Her body was one large bruise, but now she was in a haze of need that ripped through her stomach. It was foreign feeling, horribly vulnerable and throbbing so sharply that she found it impossible to put two solid thoughts together. She whined and hissed out, sounds that broke free and turned higher pitched as she hunched her back. She wanted to instinctively lick herself, to hide her state from the male, but the restraints on her neck and wings meant she couldn’t twist enough.

“Finally in season, good, it took longer than I thought it would.” Osmound’s voice was now a hated backdrop to her world as she twisted again and shuddered. “I’m sure we’ll have a fine clutch out of her, we can let half hatch and the other half be taken for study.”

The thought made her ill, and she wasn’t sure if it was the thought of fertilized eggs being dissected that made her sick or the idea that she might have actual offspring. She’d never heard of a tiefling having something like this happen, though that might have only been because of a certain amount of shame attached being bred as an animal.

“She’s a bit worse for wear, the male is hard on her.” Caln offered his input and she hissed to herself even as she heard the hated sound of the male snuffling and taking an interest.

“Love bites, most females that have clutches have necks white with scars. It’s to be expected.” Osmound flicked a hand as if that were the least of his concerns. “Ahh you see? He’s got her scent.”

Please no, please… She thought and swung around.

She was now able to move about on her wings and legs, but the muzzle was never removed unless she was being fed. She was never given a real chance to defend herself, and the more she fought, the more violent the male became with her. The last fight had ended in her unable to move for hours, her throat hurting and her pussy so abused that she had left her legs splayed for several days after. Now, her body ached and her vent was swollen, so swollen, even air on it was a torment. She didn’t want to think about the hot lance of the cock jamming into her today, not with those barbs, not when she might be fertile.

The male snapped the air a few times, his jaws opened wide as he sampled the air time and again, eyes glittering brightly with interest as he came beside her. She hissed and tried to strike out, stumbling to get away, but by this point he knew her moves. He knew how to match them. Humiliatingly, she found herself shoved hard against the side wall of the pen and wedged there before the broad head dropped down to inspect her.

Please… just make this stop… She choked a prayer to any god that might hear her as a hot rasping tongue dragged across her estrus swollen mound.

She hissed and snarled as the sensation sent spasms rushing up her back, achingly sensitive to the point that she couldn’t think straight. Her body twitched and muscles began to clench down greedily in an effort to grip around nothing. The instinctive reaction to fight the male rose and she was choking on it as he shoved his tongue roughly in to violate and explore her. And voices came from above her, many voices, too many fucking voices. She whined under her breath at them.

“See? She’s become accustomed to him as her mate, she might hiss and snarl a bit, but I think they might last as a breeding pair.” Someone was commenting before the male’s head swung above her.

“It’d be interesting to see just how the offspring might be trained.”

“Imagine, riding a wyvern like a horse in battle.” Someone laughed and the agreement seemed to be all for it as Jynia was nearly crushed beneath the drake’s weight.

The jaws grabbed at her sore and wounded neck, snagging ahold of it so tightly that she was barely able to do more than brace herself as the weight crashed down. She was flung to the ground, his wings hooked against her wing shoulders roughly and yanked backwards. The talons tore against her, ripping roughly as they settled in a spot that would give him the best balance, her tail flung up against his hips. And it twitched upwards, instinct slamming into her thoughts until Jynia could barely make her thoughts work together.

There was nothing else she could do except present herself to the beast, her body shuddered in place while she wheezed a sound low in her throat. The sensation burned through her, growing worse by the moment as the cock tip started to probe roughly against the underside of her tail. She knew what was going to happen, there was no stopping git, but she still tried to struggle her way free as the tip jammed up against her. The grinding shove nearly pushed her face down against the ground as her walls were suddenly forced to stretch open.

Her estrus swollen body was slick, for once, which almost seemed to help as her walls spread to wrap around the all too familiar shape. She whined and twisted herself in place, arching as the male forced his way home with a series of obscene wet sounding thrusts that rocked her back and forth. Her world narrowed down just to the pain of the invasion, the feel of her walls twitching and grasping roughly.

The barbs that raked her sent spasms racing down her spine, the pain was there, sharply present and achingly deep, but that pain didn’t seem to be quite as bad this time. Her body accepted it as it stimulated her, rolling through her body to the point that she was experiencing a sharp shock racing down the line of her back. She let out a hissing call, the sound breaking past her lips as she arched her hips in place and then he impaled her. Every last engorged inch glutted her walls until they were strained as tight as they could possibly go.

The spill of precum already casting a hint of the virile sperm eager and ready to lay claim to her. She whined under her breath, arching herself and then reared herself backwards with a shrill sound before her head was slammed back to the ground again. The male refusing to let her up, refusing to let her move from her breeding position. She had to remain in place as the barbs tore through her, the tip jammed forward, but this time it didn’t stop as it hit the internal barrier.

He dug against it as he always did, but now she felt a cramp race across her stomach and she gaped her jaws in a shriek of shock as the tip wedged forward. Her walls were stretching wide, splitting her apart so sharply that she could barely do more than twitch as the last inches violated her body and her walls locked around him. The wetness squelched out around her, pushing downwards to dribble along her inner hind legs as he began to jam in short brutal strikes.

This was different, the barbs were yanking roughly back against her, ripping through her body, but not far as the tip squeezed itself through the narrow opening of her cervix. The split of it oozed out a dribble of thick heavy precum that she could feel spilling into her as her fertile body tried to clench down around him. She was lost in it, thrust after thrust, the heat of it building up as she thrashed and, horribly, her body found some awful sense of pleasure through the pain.

The spikes of it were shocking as her enflamed passage was stimulated, the barbs were hard and unyielding, but this body knew what it needed. It responded to it as she shrilled her distress out and felt the jaws dig down harder before jamming her head against the stone. She was choking on her own cries as he sawed his length in and out of her, short powerful movements that were a constant drive against her. Her wheezing breath turned into a garbled noises as the tip repeatedly forced itself through her cervix.

Her body was designed for this, and the small shocks of pleasure through the pain were like slaps to the face. She didn’t want to feel anything for the animal that was fucking her, that had fucked away her virginity, her innocence, everything. Instead, her greedy cunt was suckling hard around the shaft, pulling it in deeper, reacting as the barbs began to stiffen up and rouse. The feel of them catching inside of her caused her head to jerk up and her eyes snapped open wide.

He twisted his head and jaws against her neck as the last few thrusts came with the obscene wet sound of flesh hitting flesh, proof of her own treacherous body growing slicker around him. The tip made her feel the sharp cramps in her stomach as it pushed through her cervix, making sure to lay claim to her until there was no doubt that he was using her properly. Her jaws opened up, her body stiffened, and then something rolled through her and caused her to thrash in place.

The orgasm was forced out of her as the barbs hooked sharply into her enflamed flesh, locking in place as the entire cock grew larger. The throbbing quivers made her body milk and suckle greedily around the shaft, her ova rich body ached to be filled and sought for it without compunction, leaving her gasping and humiliated before the drake stuttered to a stop behind her.

Rope after gooey rope of cum began to flood her, spilling through her passage, the rich sperm flooding her fertile passage as he moaned against her neck. She felt the heat of it spattering and spreading inside of her, drawn up towards the waiting eggs inside of her. She doesn’t want to think that it can happen, she doesn’t want to imagine it, but she can feel the weight of the cum gorging and swelling her stomach as the hips gave another jerk. The barbs forced another spasm out of her, an unwilling flush of pain.

It would have been better if it had hurt, at least then she might have been able to pretend that this wasn’t happening. That she wasn’t a party to it, instead, remained nearly crushed under the male as his twitches slowed into something heavier thicker. The sticky gel smearing into the opening of her cervix, building itself into a plug to make sure the cum would remain locked as long as possible inside of her. Giving it a chance to work.

Jynia choked out a sob and blocked of the sounds of the people above her, their excitement. None of them ever seemed to realize what she really was, who she was.

~ ~ * ~ ~

The darkness surrounded Jynia as she huddled in the small pen that she had called her own from the time she had begun to swell out with her offspring. Her heavily pregnant body now locked her in this shape, not just the magic, she was lost to it. She wasn’t sure how long had passed, only that as time passed she grew heavier and larger, her stomach weighing her down to the point that she couldn’t even hope to use her wings.

The male had lost interest in her once she had gone out of heat, seemingly content that he had managed to breed her. She’d denied it, she tried to deny that she was heavy with offspring, she tried to deny the fact that her stomach rounded out. It was at a loss since now she couldn’t do anything to deny it as her body spasmed again and she groaned as she felt the twist low in her gut. Her stomach muscles were rippling as she sprawled on her side on a polished stone that radiated heat. She wanted heat, she needed heat, the last several weeks she had refused to move.

“Any time now…” Osmound’s words were eager to the side of her as another contraction slammed through her. Her back arched and she wheezed out in pain.

She twisted herself and then shuddered on her side as something gave out inside of her and there was a jerk in her stomach. The twitch made her curl around as the round orbs that bulged her stomach shifted, something splitting with a spill of wetness that escaped her parted vent. She whined out in distress at the feeling before there was a flailing sensation and something jammed up against the line of her scaled stomach. She saw it jerking out wildly and whined out.

Her walls flexed down with the intense urge to push grew, making her stomach twitch down again as she writhed on the stone. She arched and shoved herself in place, shuddering even as there was more movement in her stomach. The sensations were sickening, the twitching and jerking, as if something were struggling to crawl it’s way free. She eventually rolled over, flattening her stomach to the ground before she reared up. She spread her hind legs wide as she sucked in a breath and then began to shove hard, pushing as her walls began to split apart.

There should have been an egg there, round and easing through a body meant to fit one, but instead, something wriggled and twitched as her walls shoved and strained. She had to hold her breath, leaning forward on her wing fingers so she was doing her best to keep herself from falling over. Her walls stretched wide, swallowing around the form that was passing through her body. Her tail jerked again, twitching down and then she found herself rearing upwards with a groan.

Wetness spilled from her cunny, dribbling to the ground before she felt something straining her folds tight, something that was not egg shaped. She let out a shrill ululation before she pushed hard and something hot and slick spilled from her. Her throbbing mound remained gaping as she shuddered and twisted her head around, instinct causing her to hiss and snarl at the humans. An instinct that tried to swallow her mind as she saw the deep purple pile of scales swaying on the rock.

The wet wings were twitching, bits of shell clung to the outer edges as she dropped her head and flicked her tongue out to lick up some of the mess. She did it without thought, unable to stop herself before she realized just how she was behaving. She jerked her head up and away as the small wyvern hatchling swung its head up, blinking amber eyes and squalling out in protest as wet wings flailed again. It tried to get the legs beneath itself and she licked again without a thought.

“I thought they laid eggs?” The voice made her swing her head around with a vicious twist of her lips, glaring at the gathered people with a surge of rage.

“It’s not.. unheard of for dragons to internally hatch offspring if the conditions aren’t ideal.” Osmound said slowly even as she felt her stomach twitch again with another jerk. “I suppose wyverns are much the same, it would explain why she’s been baking herself on that rock.”

“We’ll need to remove it next time if we want proper eggs.”

“It’s of no matter, living wyvern hatchlings are still valuable.” Osmound swayed his hand negligently while Jynia’s stomach twitched again.

The sickening sensation ripped through her lower belly and grew worse, achingly vulnerable as it spread over her and she realized the movements in her swollen stomach were the eggs. Eggs that were rocking and fighting for life, eggs that were being split apart inside of her, the clutch coming to fruition before she ever had a chance to lay them. Instead, it was a hatchling that began to make her whine and bear down again, a creature that made her body ache and her haunches tremble.

Even as she came to that realization she saw a bit more shell come from her straining body, uselessly scattered by the first of her offspring to stand up on shaking legs. The outraged squeal breaking free as a large red mouth parted open to yell at her. Her child, the horror hit her as the animal swayed and hissed at the humans, staying near her even as she worked to expel its sibling.

Next time. They spoke of a next time, and all she could do was lean forward with a groan of pain as she began to push all over again. No one had ever bothered to try and figure out why she had appeared. No one cared. Instead, she was giving birth to hatchlings that had been forcibly bred into her, with the knowledge this wouldn’t be the last time. She let out a broken sounding sob even as she pushed and felt the scaled body straining her pussy wide to slip into the world.

“If she has a large enough clutch, I think we can viably leave her a few to raise up herself.” Osmound said thoughtfully. “It’ll be an interesting study to see the comparisons for the next round.”

This was what she was now. A brood animal, being watched by a class from the university as she displayed the fruits of her labor for them. She was an animal, that was all, maybe it would just be easier to stay a beast. It had to be easier than what she was feeling now.