Mound City... but the wrong one.
The citizens had to conform to the rule of law and the mob bosses in charge, keeping inside as the cover of night fell, with their bodies forced to wear that little extra piece of rubber. Men with condom-belts, with cock-rings snug over their penises. Women with translucent rubber shields over their vaginas, attached to straps like a pair of panties.
All under the command of those two commanding foxes... Condom Crusader and his cohort, Rubber Lass!
The citizenry knew that they were a dominating pair that couldn't be messed with... They had the majority of the police department under their latex belts, dispersing their will to every corner of Mound City. Every citizen was to wear protection... and could not take them off!
Mound City was becoming overpopulated... according to the mayor. Too much breeding, driving the property values down, making his city more ... "undesireable." And when the two fox siblings presented their method of control to the mayor, his hubris gave them the keys to the city.
And they used the Condom Crusader's own special brand, designed to be impossible to be taken off without special tools. Every registered citizen was to be fitted with condoms. And the overpopulation problem was seemingly curtailed.
Sadly, even for those who wanted children.

As night falls on Mound City, the sounds of helicopters rip through the sky. Spotlights dance on the buildings below. Random police raids are conducted house by house, domicile by domicile. Those caught without condoms on were taken away, force-fed anti-fertility pills, possibly even rehabilitated to be less-inclined to romance, or even love.
And in the stillness of the fresh evening, a hand presses against one of the alley walls. The masked kobold sighed to herself, placing her other hand on her wide hip. She straightened her back, sticking her gravid belly forward and puffing out her ample chest. She silently thanked her figure for filling out a balanced way, her thick tail balancing her body from behind, and her wide hips helping her stabilize. Her leotard and tube-top hybrid uniform was pressed firmly on her body, but not tight enough to constrict blood flow. It was snug enough to keep her body parts from flopping around too much if she had to suddenly break into a sprint. It had convenient translucent windows to her nipples, her belly, and her crotch, showing off her assets.
She placed her hand on her belly again, gently rubbing and tapping herself briefly. The translucent fabric let her feel her taps as if she was wearing nothing, as she could feel the eggs inside her body. She hummed a little to herself, before walking onwards down the alleyway, into the shadows.

The doorway to one of the many ground-floor apartments was illuminated by light from within. The door opened slowly, and a brown-and-white otter poked his head out, looking left and right. He walked outside, holding a tied-up garbage bag in his hand. He took his time walking to one aluminum can, lifting the lid and placing the bag into it. He looked left and right again, trying to not seem like he was waiting for anyone. He looked up at the sky, barely able to see a patch of stars.
Then came the kobold, slowly waddling her way to barely outside of the edge of light from that apartment. But close enough for the otter to take notice of her.
The sounds of helicopter patrols roared overhead, and both of them looked up in a moment of alarm. The male otter hissed at the kobold, waving her into the doorway quickly. She moved surprisingly quickly to the door, squeezing past the otter. He paused as her latex suit rubbed against his body, and then let out a heavy sigh as the helicopter noises moved away. He looked around again, then walked to his doorway, hoping that none of his neighbors could hear his loud, pounding heartbeat.
He closed the door behind him.
And about twelve seconds later, another form approached from the shadows into the illuminated pavement. The clank, clank, clank of chains accentuated each pawstep. The sound of stretching leather as the wolf hunter flexed his paws. He turned every direction, looking at each doorway.
Then the sniffing began. He turned in one direction, growling as he picked up the scent of his prey.
Then he turned the other direction and sniffed again.
And snorted.
The garbage can taunted him, filling his nostrils with the scent of... discarded fish parts. It masked the scent of his quarry. It masked so many scents...
He growled to himself. "Very clever, Egg Bitch..."
The hunter returned to the shadows, hoping to pick up the trail in a few blocks.

The otter couple watched politely as the kobold accepted their food. The male and the female otter sat on the couch, and the kobold sat on the loveseat. Their living room was well-decorated and well-kept, very clean. A feat, given the section of town they were in.
The kobold gal nodded to them. "Thank you, once again, for your hospitality..." She picked up a pickle, and dipped it into a jar of peanut butter, taking another bite. She sheepishly grinned at them.
"Don't worry, Mistress," the otter gal said with a slight lisp in her voice. "We, we understand. Cravings, and all that."
"Ah, we'll, eh, have ta get used to that, hmm Lis?"
The otters nuzzled a little, holding hands as they tenderly showed each other love.
"Lisa, mmm... Cliff... I'm honored to help you both. It's... crunch... It's not an easy decision to come to... mm..." She cleaned her mouth with a napkin. "... To decide to become parents."
"Oh, Mistress Egg-Bringer, we... we know. We've decided we'd like to have kids. We feel we're ready."
"But this damn condom regime... We can't get approval for having kids. Apparently we don't know enough important people or somethin'."
"And Cliff, he... They made him take those anti-fertility pills."
The kobold nodded. "Okay, don't worry. I can work with that."
Lisa and Cliff looked at each other and smiled brightly.
The gravid kobold nodded again. "So... Are we ready to begin?"

They made their way to the bedroom. Lisa helped the kobold walk into the room, and Cliff closed the curtains, switched the lights off in the other rooms, and locked the front door before returning to the women.
"Okay," Egg-Bringer sighed. "Now, Cliff, Lisa... please stand in front of me."
Lisa sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for her mate. He joined her soon afterward.
"Stand, stand you two." Egg-Bringer couldn't help but giggle to herself, imagining how they both stared at her form from below. Her breasts and belly, she'd admit, would be quite a hypnotic form to observe from those angles.
They both stood up obediently, holding paws.
Egg-Bringer slowly rolled her uniform off of her shoulders, taking her arms out. Lisa lifted her hand to offer help, but soon saw that the kobold lady was able to handle her own undressing. Soon, the kobold's uniform was being peeled off of her nipples, over her belly, and over her thighs, resting down on the ground. She was only wearing were her mask, her gloves, and her boots, at that point.
"Wow..." She could hear both of the otters uttering the exclamation under their breaths.
After a few moments of oogling, and the Egg-Bringer rubbing her stomach gently, they each nodded to each other. The otters then stripped each other, slowly, sensually, down to their compulsory condom clothes.
Egg-Bringer looked at the couple, seeing them eying each other, their love palpable and almost tangibly filling the room's air. They both did look appealing. Lisa's breasts were definitely substantial, even if she didn't think so herself. Cliff's dick was fairly girthy, though not too long.
Again, the otters held hands, and looked at the kobold, ready for the next step.
"Okay, now..." Egg-Bringer breathed deeply, and sighed. "Let's start."
The otters approached the kobold, but didn't touch her.
Lisa cleared her throat. "Mistress Egg-Bringer... We thank you for gracing us with your presence." She closed the gap, pressing her flat stomach against the kobold's pregnant one. She leaned forward and bowed her head, kissing the tops of the her breasts. Egg-Bringer bit her tongue to avoid eeking out a light moan, not from arousal, but from the ticklish sensation of otter whiskers on her sensitive scales.
Lisa stepped back, and Cliff stepped forward. "We ask ya now, ta... bless us with a child of our own." He then leaned forward, further than Lisa did, and kissed the top of the kobold's belly. The kobold huffed a little, giggling as the otter whiskers again tickled her, and she placed her hand on Cliff's cheek, lifting him up.
"Mmm, you both will need energy for what's about to happen... Please, drink up."
Lisa stepped forward, and shared a look with Cliff. "W-wait, you... want us to..?"
Egg-Bringer nodded, placing her hands on the tops of her boobs.
They looked at each other and held hands, then leaned forward towards the kobold, bringing their snouts close to her teats.
Lisa chuckled internally to herself. She never could've imagined she'd be this... intimate with another gal again. The last time was back during her college days, before she had moved to Mound City. A sorority dare, leading to one drunken night, which had almost led her to some really bad decisions. Thankfully, she was here tonight, with her beloved.
Cliff, on that hand, was a bit surprised. He promised he'd only have eyes for Lisa. No other girl mattered to him. But... when he heard about what the fertility goddess herself does for her "clients", he spent about two days convincing himself that anything he might do under her direction, is all for Lisa... He held her hand the day they decided to initiate contact with the Egg-Bringer. Lisa looked him in the eyes and promised that, no matter what he and Egg-Bringer would do, everything would be alright. They'd still be together, and with a child.
The kobold sighed and hung her neck back as she felt a pair of lips close around her nipples, tongues busy tasting her teats, and working them up until they were stiff and leaking.
Lisa and Cliff murred as they tasted the rich, frothy, warm dragon milk pour down their gullets. Egg-Bringer held their heads gently, caressing them, softly stroking their cheeks as they drank their fill. She felt relief as the pressure was gradually reduced from on her chest.

After a few minutes of feeding passed, the otters stood back up, wiping their mouths and the three of them sharing smiles.
"Right, so then... Onto the next part. Cliff..."
Lisa gave her mate a kiss, then backed to the side, sitting on the edge of the bed. Cliff looked at her with longing in his heart, then turned to the kobold. "I'm, I'm ready."
Egg-Bringer looked down at his dick. The condom was filled in partway, showing her exactly how excited he was in anticipation of what's about to happen. "Oh, you liked being fed, hmm?"
"Ahh, yup... Playing with my Lis's tits, they... They're fun. I've just, ah, never... Mmm..."
"Hmm, don't get used to that." Her hands were wrapped around the cock-ring now. "What milk she makes, first priority is for the baby, okay?"
"Mmm, yes, ma'am."
Lisa and the kobold giggled. Such politeness, even in this setting!
Slowly, the Egg-Bringer managed to slip the cock-ring off of the otter's manhood, and slipped the condom off. She took a lingering look, wrapping her hands around his dick, and giving him a few playful tugs.
In only a few minutes, they were lip-locked, tongues wrestling in each other's snouts. Then they were on the bed, her huge body bouncing on his torso, raw-dogging it. Each thrust caused her belly and boobs to jiggle, much to Cliff's delight, and Lisa's entertainment. The female otter kept fingering her swollen clit through her condom, thinking about how she had that body shape to look forward to, finally being a mother, finally being able to give life. Cliff grunted and growled, his paws gripping the kobold's hips. Egg-Bringer herself was moaning and huffing, chugging as if like a steam train, bucking wildly. His claws were digging into her hips, and would harm her if it weren't for her scaly skin.
Soon, but not too soon, Cliff grunted and thrust deep, tightly gripping her waist and pulling her down onto him, as he let out a guttural sound, signifying his release.
Egg-Bringer felt his climax, and she herself, spasmed as her insides leaked, coating his cock in her juices. She lingered for a minute or so, letting her pussy salivate all over his meat, marinating him in her sauce.
Then she lifted herself off of his torso, rolling to the side and glancing at his dick. She saw her cum drip slowly down his length, a glaze oozing onto his balls. She sighed and nodded.
"Well... wha... Wow, Cliff..."
The male otter propped himself up, his fur glistening with sweat. He looked over to Lisa, watching her touch herself, and they both shared a smile and a giggle.
In a few moments, though, a change came over the male's face. Lisa and Egg-Bringer both noticed it, but Egg-Bringer looked down to his twin orbs, noticing how they grew slightly.
"... Lisa... I think... It's time, honey. Git yer sweet ass over here, babe."
Egg-Bringer sat on a chair and watched as the two otters got into bed together, and made love like they were two rabbits in heat. The kobold cupped her nethers with one hand, inserting her middle finger into her canal and pushing in the bits of fluid she had within. She watched the couple as they mated, climaxed, mated again, changed positions, climaxed, creampied, over and over again. She smiled, happy once again to help a couple break the chains put on them by powerful people, to help stick it to them that life and love are stronger than control and domination. She imagined just how full Lisa was getting with virile seed, imagining the swimmers enter her womb, travel up her Fallopian tubes, and encounter the egg, imagining the egg multiply and grow and form into a healthy baby. She imagined it within herself as well, feeling one of the eggs within her be coated in and invaded by Cliff's sperm, as weak as those swimmers were, and that egg's shell begin to form, calcifying and growing heavier, reminding her body of the weight she was carrying... In the excitement, the kobold fell asleep on the chair, slumbering and daydreaming of growing life.

Lisa awoke in her mate's arms, and hummed to herself as he snoozed, his arm wrapped around her torso. She gently unwrapped him off of her, and slowly got up. It was still sometime before dawn, and the chair was empty. Guess the Egg-Bringer left already.
Then she saw the red and blue lights outside the window.
Her eyes widened, and she gasped loudly, but then paused. She looked down at her body.
She was naked, but for a freshly-applied female condom around her crotch. She pressed on her labia with her fingers, noticing how they were clean, not a trace bit of residue on them. She was clean... As if they didn't...
A heavy set of pounds were on the front door. "M.C.P.D., OPEN UP!"
Lisa quickly grabbed a robe and slippers, then rushed to the front door as Cliff snapped awake, fumbling out of the bed.
Lisa threw the robe on and the door open, letting the armored police enter their home. Only, they weren't any branch of the Mound City Police Department... They were the "Dawn Patrol", a group set up under the direction of Rubber Lass herself, whose sole purpose was to check citizens under suspicion to see if they had had unauthorized, unprotected sex throughout the night. Someone must've ratted out the otters.
"Lisa Waters?"
"Yeah, that's me."
"Who is this male in your domicile?"
"Hey, my name's Cliff Riverson, and I moved in here last week! My papers are right here..."
Lisa stepped to the kitchen, readjusting her robe. She knew what was about to happen. She at least started up the coffee maker. Then she noticed a card placed under the coffee machine, its corner sticking out.
"Ms. Waters, Mr. Riverson, submit for inspection, immediately."
Lisa sighed, then moved to the table in the kitchen. Cliff was on the couch in the living room, sitting with his legs spread apart. One policeman knelt down in front of him and pulled off his condom, taking cotton swabs and placing them in a machine for examination.
Lisa bit her lip, placing her hands on the kitchen, and lifted her tail. An officer was behind her, removing her condom and taking samples from her outer and inner labia. She closed her eyes and whimpered, feeling nervous as she felt they were about to be caught.
"... Answer honestly, when is the last time you've removed your condoms for sex?"
"We..." She gulped, and gambled. "We never did. Only with condoms. We're not approved."
A bit of silence from the police, followed by...
"... Alright, all clean."
Lisa opened her eyes in surprise. Clean? How?

In a few minutes the police were outside. Apparently Cliff was clean, also. No evidence that any unprotected sex has occurred. Cliff and Lisa sat at the kitchen table and looked at each other, almost unable to say a word. They both had their mugs of coffee in front of them, paws holding paws. They didn't bother dressing, besides Cliff finding a robe and putting it on.
Lisa sighed. "You want more coffee?"
"Yeah... Yeah, honey."
She stood up and walked into the kitchen.
Now it was Cliff's turn to sigh. "It... did happen, didn't it? But... how did we get past the Dawn Patrol?"
Lisa paused, and moved the coffee-maker to the side. She saw the white card, and it was folded over, with writing inside. She read the note, then slowly made it to the kitchen, and sat close to her mate. She showed him the note, and he read it slowly, to himself.
"Glad I could help - LMK when bby shower happens OK? ~ EB"
About half an hour later, the two were snuggling in bed again, Cliff placing one paw on his mate's belly. His other hand was on her naked breast, giving her gentle squeezes and rubbings. Lisa cooed, and snuggled deeper into his chest, pressing her booty into his crotch. "Mmm, you imagining how big these are gonna get, huh?"
"I'm imaginin' how yer milk will taste. ... Hah, I'm kiddin'. 'E.B.''s orders, after all."
"You think she cleaned us up?"
"Must've woken up before we did... We did go, like, two hours or more, I think."
"Two hours? Whoa..."
"Yeah, I think her, uh, lube... soaked into my balls, made my lil swimmers strong again, for a bit."
"That can happen?"
"I dunno, honey... She's special, after all, huh? Being immune ta all that Crusader chemical shit..." He yawned.
"... How was she?"
Cliff opened his eyes. "Really... weird. Like, kobolds lay eggs, right? It seemed like... like she was suckin' me. Maybe using those egging muscles?"
"Oh..? Better than I can?"
"Oh, not by a long shot."
Lisa turned around, a sly smile on her face. "... You need a refresher?"
Cliff chuckled. "Oh, I could use one, baby girl..."
They both paused, then looked down at Lisa's belly.
"... Baby mama of mine."

The sunlight peeked over the horizon when the pregnant kobold made it to the abandoned construction site.
She was wearing her latex uniform again, this time with a little bit extra weight. She looked around hurriedly, dodging and weaving around the ruined girders and two-by-fours. She looked over to the half-open elevator shaft, and scurried to the staircase immediately next to it. She walked up the stairs and around the corner, disappearing from view of outside. It was about twenty seconds before Egg-Bringer peeked her snout around the corner to look back, holding her breath and listening intently.
No pursuers today.
She gulped and listened for another two minutes, just to be sure.
Still nothing.
She slowly took a step back down the stairs, then kept walking down to the basement. Even if the site was abandoned, they at least managed to dig out the basement and put in the foundations.
Then a single door stood there, with a large padlock securing it. Egg-Bringer jiggled the padlock, then turns it, rotates it a little, and pushed the door, feeling it give way without a sound. She slipped into the doorway, and then closed the door behind her.
Her hand brushed against the wall, flicking up a light switch. The light bulb above her head buzzed, and illuminated. She turned around, reached behind her head, and pulled off her mask. Egg-Bringer was on break during the day. Now, this kobold girl had something pressing she had to do.
She walked down the hall, down the succeeding flight of stairs, and inhaled deeply. The smell of her home filled her lungs. She reached the bottom of the stairs, her legs shaking. A painful pressure surged within her, and she winced.
"No, not yet..."
She grabbed a metal bar on a stand, and walked onwards.
In about two minutes, she was bent over the bar, stark naked, legs wide apart. Her breasts were pressed against the bar, but she had no room to really fight against the uncomfortable feeling, as her contractions began again. Thankfully, she was ready and positioned exactly where she wanted to be. She curled her toes and pushed.
Her groans echoed throughout the closed room as she pushed, culminating in an orgasmic cry and the sound of a single egg plopping onto the pile of straw below her. She panted and heaved, lifting herself carefully using the bar, before turning and sitting down. She carefully avoiding sitting on top of her egg, looking at it longingly.
In the dim light, she was able to still tell... The egg was striped several shades of brown, matching her and Cliff's shades. Some white speckles dotted it as well. She closed her legs around the egg, bringing it closer to her body. She ran her fingers over it, feeling her brood's life in her fingertips as her own bodily slime coated her fingers.
As soon as she was able to stand, she lifted her egg and walked to a wash basin, running warm water over it to clean off the straw and slime. She kissed her egg, then ran her hand over her belly. She could feel the other eggs inside her readjusting to fill the room left behind by the laid egg, her belly still as massive as before, no external change noticeable. For a while, the pressure inside would be manageable.
She dried off the egg, then carried it to one of the chambers. The heat from the repurposed boiler room hit her in the face, but she walked on. She opened the door, then closed it behind her, and looked around the room. She found a place, then carefully walked over to it, being careful not to step on anything in the room. She gently placed the egg on the ground, alongside to the others. Then she looked back around the room, looking over each and every of her eggs... Dozens... hundreds.
She smiled and sighed. So many colors. So much life. She knew that when circumstances were ready, they would hatch. She nodded, as if reaffirming something to herself silently. Yes, she knew that she had to be ready for that day. But for now... She had sleep to catch.
The walk from the nursery to her hammock was, to her mind, as if walking into a dream. She lifted herself up onto the hammock, suspended by steel cables. Sleep descended rapidly onto her, causing her to close her eyes just shortly after her head hit her pillow. Her fingertips idly rubbed her belly more, as she hummed herself a lullaby... One of few memories from her childhood she held onto.
And again, she had the same dream as before.
His powerful hands gently caressed her from behind, his wings enfolded her like her hammock did. She felt herself rise and fall like she was laying on his chest, and his breath tickled the back of her neck.
She dreamed of something powerful being inserted into her cunt. No pain. Simply... euphoria.
She heard his voice whisper "Good night, my Clara..." into her ear.

In Mound City, it is said... that a being roams the night, against the powers that seek to control and direct, a being who spreads life and light wherever she goes.
This dragonkin breeder hides during the day, and roams the city streets at night, paying visits to citizens, like a fertility Tooth Fairy, and blesses women with children.
Some call her a goddess, and worship her. Others call her a heroine, and romanticize her. Some call her a idea, denying she is an actual person, just a symbol of hope.
She is the Egg-Bringer.