Several years had passed since Vito and the Iron Fangs had 'adopted' Eileen's surviving daughter. The girl was forcefully taken at birth as a sort of collateral for the numerous grievances the otter's family had inflicted upon the gang over the years. They always promised to give her back eventually, but the payment the gang demanded for her safe return kept inching higher and higher, just out of reach. On the off chance that the otters had a few strings to pull, the Iron Fangs had many a disaster waiting in the wings to make a full repayment impossible. She belonged to them now.
	Her name was Alexandria. Almost since the moment of her birth, she had been trained and groomed to be a prodigal cock-loving whore. She had starred in a number of daddy's special home movies before her first birthday, and had begun 'directing' them by the age of six. Now a young child of eight, she was just beginning to show the subtle swell of early puberty. Her breasts were just beginning to bud and her perky pink nipples poked out from the coat of brown-sugar fur. The girl rubbed them insistently when they became sore, which was often. Her lower body was still rather boyish, her hips developing slowly into the hourglass figure she would eventually possess. Her tail was thick and long, and her eyes were bright and curious to a fault. The only feature one would find out-of-place on this child was the almost grotesque globular belly she possessed. Only eight years old, and apparently eight months pregnant as well.
	Alex's current state was a marvel of modern technology. Through the gang's numerous medical connections Vito the dragon had acquired a rather experimental fertility drug, and he began crushing it up in his daughter's breakfast as soon as she turned six, side-effects be damned. After two years of almost-daily sex, Vito's draconic seed finally took root, and his little girl became pregnant before even having her first period. Her daddy was thrilled. He was looking forward to an heir, a little boy who could take the reigns and be groomed in a position of Iron Fang leadership from birth. If she had a little girl, well, the two could always make more. Alex knew that as well, and the fact that Vito killed her newborn sister was never hidden from her. Vito picked her because she was special, and that no other girl – not her sister, not her daughter and certainly not her mother – deserved to take her place.
	She proved to be quite the little nympho during her seventh and eighth month, often insisting on having sex even when daddy warned her it might not be a good idea – a cock his size and a body as small as hers didn't usually mix well, especially when there was a potential third party involved. She wouldn't have any of it, even going to such lengths as to sneak into daddy's room and wake him up with a sudden tug on his shaft. It was after a particularly satisfying morning romp that Vito decided it was time to meet his real child.
	“Whaddya say we meet our little boy?” The dragon asked, “D'ya think it's time yet?” He knew that the little tyke still had a month to marinate in there, but he didn't want to risk having an eight-year-old carry a child to term. She would need to have it cut out, and that was too risky for Vito's liking. It would be better to have the child out early.
	“Doc told me another few weeks at least,” the otter replied, referring to one of the gang's medical moonlighters. Vito waved a hand in dismissal.
	“Didn't doc tell ya that the kid's gonna get too big?” he replied, “He'd rather cut it outta ya,” he threatened, turning his fingers into a pair of shears, “snip, snip, snip!”
	Alex shuddered, covered her belly protectively and shook her head.
	“Well then?” He asked again, “are you gonna let it get so big you'll swell up like a balloon? Do you know what happens to balloons when they get too big?”
	Alex made a cute little gasping noise and shook her head harder, shutting her eyes. Vito chuckled.
	“Well then we'd best take a visit to the lab,” he decreed, taking her petite hand and heading out the door. The “lab” he mentioned was a detached building on the property, likely originally intended to be a workshop of sorts. But with a few renovations the Iron Fangs had turned it into a true dungeon, with an extra two floors below ground in addition to the 'workshop' above. It was here that deals went down, where meddlesome folk were dealt with, and where the majority of the secret meetings took place. Today, it would be used to welcome the gang's newest member. 
	Vito moved the rug and unlatched the trapdoor, descended the ladder and pulled a chain from the ceiling. The hum of fluorescent light quickly banished the darkness, revealing “the lab” in all it's macabre glory. A chair stood in the centre of the room with a staggering array of tools along either side. It could be a dentist's chair, an impromptu operating table, or virtually anything a professional needed. A bloodstained mat had been placed underneath it, and along the walls were workbenches and tool chests filled with various medical paraphernalia. 
	“In the chair, girl,” Vito commanded, and Alex hopped up, with some difficulty.
	“Like this?” she beamed, her legs spread on either side, proudly revealing her puffy, short-haired slit from under her dress.
	“Perfect,” the dragon nodded, giving her plump belly an affectionate pat. He sauntered over to one of the toolboxes, grabbing a small needle and a glass jar of an unidentifiable clear liquid. He poked the needle through the rubber stopper and filled it, watching the measurement carefully. “The baby's not gonna want to come out yet,” he explained, brandishing the needle, “But we're gonna change his little mind. It might sting a little . . .”
	Vito jabbed the needle into the otter's arm almost before he was finished talking, and his daughter winced, biting her tongue. Her legs kicked, but the arm was held firm in the dragon's grip. “Owwie!” Alex whined.  A bandage was swiftly applied, and the otter child made a pouty face as she rubbed her shoulder. Vito merely shrugged.
	“Sorry,” he offered, placing the drained needle aside, “But we gotta get things started from inside first.” He took his daughter's arm and kissed it better.
	The injection worked its magic quickly. Within a few moments, Alexandria grimaced as something in her belly jumped, and she felt something 'pushing' between her legs from inside her belly. 	Vito raised an eyebrow. “What say we push back?” he replied upon hearing the news, and hurriedly unbuckled his belt. The otter nodded ecstatically, quickly forgetting all about her sore arm. 
	“Can we, daddy? Can we fuck the baby out?”
	Any normal father would have been shocked and appalled that that language coming out of an eight-year-old's mouth, but for Vito, it was a sign that he had raised her right. The dragon's pants dropped, and his belt hit the concrete ground with a metallic clatter. Alex let out a quiet whimper of glee as her draconic daddy approached her and gently pushed a cold claw between her legs. She shuddered as he rubbed the digit back and forth, gently exploring her depths, stretched comfortably after eight years of almost constant use. He found her knobbly clit with ease and pressed up against it, prompting the little one to buck her hips upward and push against him. He dug in, and she whined with pleasure, coating the dragon's finger in a thin layer of glistening arousal. Vito licked his finger clean, placing his other hand on her squirming belly.
	“Almost, little one,” he grinned as he pulled the little girl towards him, belly-first, allowing his turgid length to flop down on top of it. Vito had been careful with his daughter for the past eight years – given the size difference between the two, the dragon never dared stick more than half of his colossal length inside her for fear of damage, but with her cervix about to bloom there would be no stopping him. He drew his hips back and pressed the tapered tip against her petals, lightly at first, but his daughter began to insist that he take her, the little girl hoping that his immense cock would take away the cramps the medicine was giving her.
	“Fuck me!” she insisted.
	“You in some sort of rush?” Vito chuckled as he slowly entered her, conceding to her demands. “Bossy little thing,” he added, under his breath. He took his time, grinning as each nub on his cock sent a shiver up his daughter's spine. Pulling out was even more exhilarating, the dragon's textured member practically vibrating against her clit before pushing in again, a little further each time. She was slick and slippery enough by now that he was able to bottom her out within a few quick thrusts, his cock roughly thumping against her cervix, already weakened by the injection. The otter girl grabbed her knees and pulled them up to her chest, allowing the dragon to dig even deeper, both parties letting out a startled gasp as the otter's water broke, soaking the chair and staining the floor with a slightly off-colour fluid. Vito didn't even stop pounding. His daughter had gone from moaning in pleasure to practically screaming from the over-stimulation her father's fearsome cock thudding against a bruised ring of muscle and bone. Each heave of the dragon's hips forced it wider and wider, until the tip of his cock was pressing against the warm, short fur of the unborn cub's skull.
	“I can feel the little cub!” he announced breathlessly, pulling out slightly and giving the cub room to follow. From the way Alex was wincing and crying, the otter-girl was already hard at work. “Push,” her father demanded,.
	Alex grit her teeth in protest, but her father could feel her making progress. It was a miracle, the eight-year-old giving birth to an almost full-term cub. If the cub was any larger, or if Vito hadn't stretched her so frequently, the results would have been disastrous. He gave an extra little push on her belly from the outside, and felt the little head pass through the cervix, nearly crushing his member. Not to be outdone, Vito pushed back, feeling the ridges of his cock slide up against the cub's face. He gave a few more thrusts and pulled out. He kept his girth in hand and stroked it slowly. “Hurry up,” he demanded, “I'm fixin' to give my little heir his first drink of milk!”
	Alex rolled her head from side to side, groaning in pain as the little premature cub crowned over the course of several seconds, finally popping free with a small splash of slime. Vito wasted no time pressing the head of his cock right into its sweet little mouth and giving himself a few quick, final jerks, spraying a full load of the dragon's seed right into the baby's throat, the leftovers splattering its little face. The half-born cub grimaced.
	Alex screamed again, and Vito took the head of his heir in his hands and pulled, catching the little life in his strong, scaled arms. He lifted one of the cubs legs, and frowned. Fate had been cruel. His little grandchild was not the son he expected at all, but a pathetic little girl! The baby girl kicked and wriggled adamantly, but made no attempt to cry. The cum that matted her fur was thick and plentiful enough to block her throat, preventing her from taking that crucial first breath. Vito grinned darkly as he cut the cord, robbing his little girl of oxygen completely before handing her over to her exhausted mother. 
	“Watch carefully,” the dragon demanded as the little newborn asphyxiated in their arms, “This is what the Iron Fangs do to girls that don't earn their keep.” 
	Little Alex was mesmerized, and hardly even blinked until her daughter lie still in her arms, eyes closed and limbs limp
	“ . . .can we do it again sometime, daddy?”