Theriandroid - Drake's story - chapter 1
Friday, August 1, 2200 AD

Doctor Laurissa Davis sat in the hot, humid women's locker room, memorizing the contents of her clipboard. She was still clad in her white lab coat, shorts and blouse, at least for now, though they were sticky from a combination of sweat and ambient humidity, so she was definitley looking forward to taking them off soon. Laurissa was an otter, one of the few human women who had been born human in recent years, but at ten she had chosen to take on a form fitting her love of water. Her slick brown fur was much better suited for enjoying the rivers of her native Appalachia than it was for the miserable summer heat of Southeast Asia.
As one of the few sixteen year old women to have earned a PHD in genetic engineering along with a veterinarian license, she had been privy to one of the most lucrative job offers on the planet. It was also one which promised to change the world, and put her in a position to benefit greatly from the changes. Though in the decades before all of the pieces came together, she would have to deal with being part of a secretive organization that would never allow her to publish her work. She thought the money would make up for the anonymity, but so far her working conditions had given precious few opportunities to make use of her skyrocketing accounts.
Her employer was working on something big. Really big. Namely, dragons. The first generation was produced fifty years ago. They were as big as most of the houses around here, more intelligent than anyone she had met, including thier creators, and more ambitious than the CEOs of the megacorps. But all fifteen of them were male, and infertile at that. It was too bad, as Laurissa thought their graceful curves and movements, smooth, shiny scales, thoughtful intelligence, and dauntless confidence would be quite sexy, in a package closer to her own size. 
The original dragons were considered Theriandroids, though they were an eclectic mix of Theriandroid technologies. They were uplifted from Komodo dragons, though rather than converting them to a humanoid form they were given wings and other modifications fitting of the creatures of legend. They even had an organ that allowed them to store and spew streams of hydrogen, and a sort of organic flint in their mouth to ignite it into a breath of fire. While they were not technically magical, they were heavily upgraded with implanted cybernetics that gave them a dizzying array of additional superhuman capabilities. 
The original dragons had been created with one purpose: to engineer the second generation. This generation would have fertile females, and a single fertile male. They called him the prince of the dragons, and his well-being was Laurissa's sole responsibility. And it was finally time to pay him a visit in person.
Laurissa set asside her clipboard with the checklist of things to check up on. She wouldn't be able to bring it with her. She stripped her clothes off and stored them with her clipboard in her locker. None of that would be coming with her either. She took a nice, cool, shower, enjoying the low temperatures while she could. She spent a good half an hour grooming her fur, making sure the oils that protected it were properly renewed. Alright. It was time to go put her training to work.
She took long deep breaths as she headed out to the yard, bringing a small ladder with her. As an otter, her body could store a great deal of oxygen, allowing her to go almost an hour without a breath if she was prepared for it. She didn't plan to be in there that long, but she didn't exactly want to cut it close.
Out here in the yard, unphased by the heat, was the prince's surrogate, "Martha". Martha was an elephant. Not an elephant-modded human, or an uplifted elephant. Just a regular, female, asian elephant. Her employers felt that gestation tubes, like everyone else in the world used for these sort of things, were far too vulnerable to espianage. You couldn't hack into an elephant, much less from accross the globe. What Laurissa was about to do was about the closest you could come. She approached Martha and gave her a reassuring rub on the trunk. Martha was sluggish, slower to respond than usual. Good, that meant the anesthetics were doing their job admirably, and had had time to take effect. 
Laurissa came around to the elephants backside, slowly checking her over every step of the way. Everything was as it should be so far. She set the ladder up behind her and climbed up into position. "Martha, stay!" Even drugged, Martha was intelligent enough to handle such a simple command quite easily. She braced herself and held her ground, knowing some of what was to come.
Aside from the anesthetics, the next steps were just as she had done many times before. Laurissa spread the massive folds of the elephant's labia out and took a look inside. As she expected, the cervix had begun to dilate, though her water hadn't yet broken. Well, it would shortly. Now for the part she had never done before. Laurissa pushed herself forward, arms first, right up into Martha's vagina. Foot by foot, she squirmed her way further in, making her way for that parted barrier. Martha squirmed a bit at the unfamiliar sensation, a bit too much for her to simply stay still as commanded. So far it was quite pleasant. A little like mating, though there was no bull elephant bearing down on her, so it felt strange. Finally, though, the otter started to push herself head-first through the partially dilated cervix, forcing it open a little wider with her shoulders. That was painful, though it was a suppressed pain, and Martha was able to handle it. Comprehending it was another matter. But then, the little doctor and her massive draconic friends were always doing things she couldn't understand.
The fluid sack surrounding the little prince surprisingly remained intact as Laurissa slid into it, her slick, sleek fur cutting through the surface tension but allowing it to reform behind her. That made things a little easier for the otter, at least for now. She could vaguely make out the prince's form before her.
Maybe she shouldn't call him "little". The prince was already almost as large as she was, and he was only going to keep growing from here. There eyes met in the dim light that permeated the elephant's womb, and she could see already the early hints of the deep intelligence of his progenitors. The doctor swam toward him, slowly, looking him over as best she could. He was looking well formed, well proportioned. Everything seemed right at first glance. But she didn't come here just to glance. When she got up to him, she began feeling him up, starting from the base of the tail. Any unnaturally hard lumps or growths might be cancer or some other imperfection, necessitating early treatment, or possibly driving the elder dragons to kill him and start over. She hoped they would be more merciful than that, but they wouldn't be keen on genetic flaws in the one who was to sire all of their decendants.
Fortunately there was nothing wrong with him. When she got up to his cloaca, she was pleasantly surprised to find him growing erect under her touch. The elders would certainly be happy to know that was working already. When she got to his head, he surprised her again by darting forward and kissing her, working his tongue into her mouth. What little air she still held in her lungs burst free from the surprise, but she embraced him and returned the kiss.
Clawed hands wrapped around her back in the darkness, clawed feat around her long, thick tail. The erection she had felt earlier was rubbing against her belly slowly. She was surprised how far his instincts had developed, though perhaps she shouldn't be. His head was easily as large as hers, there was no reason to assume it was underdeveloped, outside of an obvious lack of experience.
She had to focus to resist drawing in a sharp breath as his probing prick found her waiting slit. She had been waiting for this day, though she hadn't imagined it would happen in here. Okay, that was a lie, she had imagined it, just not believed it. One reason the job was as lucrative as it was, was that she had signed away her entire sexlife to the unborn prince, to prove that he was capable of siring half-dragons with modded humans such as herself, and give him as many children as she could. That was also why the job had gone to the youngest female candidate, rather than the most qualified in more conventional ways. There were other jobs for old men, though mostly they were filled by the elder dragons themselves.
The young prince ripped away her hymen with the first few thrusts, but he didn't see her eyes tear up a little in their fluid environment. Before long the pain passed, and she wrapped her own legs around his tail and began meeting his thrusts. His instincts had told her she was ready for this. Not just because she had touched him down there, but also because he could smell that she had just ovulated. Instinctively he knew the smell meant she was ready for his seed. 
Their whole world shifted a bit, moving a few steps until Martha found a more comfortable position to ride out the strange movements within her womb. Laurissa got a little dizzy from it, though it just added to the surreal nature of the scene for her. The prince didn't miss a beat, however, well accustomed to his surrogate's movements.
The dragon came before the otter, and while he stopped his own thrusts, he at least kept nice and hard until the otter was able to bring herself over the edge, slipping a hand between them to rub her clit while she humped him desperately. They cuddled together in the warm comfort of the womb's embrace for a few more minutes before the need to breath started catching up to Laurissa.
Carefully, she turned herself around, enjoying a parting lick across her slit from the young prince as she made her way for the exit. Once she squeezed her way out the cervix and down into the elephants vagina, a rush of water swept past her as her exit had finally popped the bubble of fluid tension. Her charge would be joining her outside soon. Once her head was out into the hot humid air, she coughed up the fluid from her lungs and started breathing deeply, resting in Martha's tight warm passage while she caught her breath. But before she started moving again on her own, the elephant pushed her out with her own muscles. A rare chance to practice before her firstborn's birth.
The young doctor gave Martha an appreciative rub on the trunk before heading back for a much needed shower.

Saturday, August 2, 2200 AD
Martha was a bit intimidated to be surrounded by all fifteen of the massive elder dragons, rare creatures that actually dwarfed her and could easily devour her if they cared to. But right now she had more urgent business to attend to. Contraction after contraction, push after push. The strange otter creature that had climbed up inside of her just yesterday was cheering her on, but now the otter moved to her back. She better not be climbing in now, of all times!
But no, the otter was helping, grabbing her child and helping to pull him out of her. She turned to see her child and was surprised. He looked to be the son of one of the elder dragons around her, much more so than her own. Had one of them mated her in her sleep? Truthfully she didn't remember any mating leading up to this child, but the ways of dragons were always so mysterious. It didn't matter though. He was her son, of that there could be no doubt.
There was even an umbilical cord still attaching them to one another. No, wait.. he just snapped it off with his powerful jaws. And now he was heading for her nipples. Please, oh, please don't be a biter! But he was careful with his suckling. Such a relief.
"Drake" they were calling him. She could make enough sense of their speech to figure that out, especially the otter who was constantly by his side now.