Bored with the day-to-day, her mother, a lone dragon, sat upon her cave dwelling in heat. An arcanist, she was able to perform great and powerful magics upon whatever she so desired, even to the very fabric of time itself. This fabric, about to be disturbed by her, was ripped through her magna arcana spells, sending a rift spiraling into the past.

The rift, slowly opening up in a different time period, appeared in the form of a black void in the darkness of the night inside the cave of a mountain. Within this mountain lay a sleeping tyrannosaur, a male, dreaming of mating with awaiting females in the morning. Unbeknownst to him, someone had other plans, as yet another spell forced his body to levitate from the cold stone ground and into the rift.

Through sleep, the rex took no notice of the events around him, time seeming to flit by like rays of light from the sun in milliseconds. Sleeping peacefully, the rex appeared in the den of the dragon, unwary to what his abductor was plotting.

In the morning, rain in a thundery torrent poured outside the cave; a bolt of lightning crackling just inches from where the rex lay, immediately startling him into consciousness. His eyes had the displeasure of falling upon his abductor, a dragon not much larger, but still nonetheless big as far as dragons go.

"You're going to father my baby... whether you like it or not!"

Those harsh words were followed by a flash of eyes from her, immediately overpowering the rex's will before he could escape or attack, whichever came first. Slowly, his mind drifted into a trance, glazing over as his lust to mate began to rise.

The dragon, sufficiently accepting the rex's state of being, grinned to herself while she laid back, hypnotizing him into believing her body was that of a female rex. His maw gaped as he saw his target, arch bulging with pleasure and lust. Slowly, a wide, but pointed member peeked out of his slit, taking full and heavy steps toward her.

The dragon simply awaited his actions, spreading herself wider to acommodate the massive meat, which now hung in full view in front of her vagina. Slowly the rex bent down, not fully, but somewhat of a squat as he began to mate with her, folds offering no resistance whatsoever, as she became more and more interested in what he was able to do.

The rex, still mentally drained of his will, bent in almost no way possible, waggling his tail back and forth, kicking up a gentle wind as the rain poured outside. His body fell into pleasure, and slowly his balance irked toward his front, falling with his cock still implanted in the dragon's canal onto her breasts.

Gripping the ground for support, the dragon growled lustfully against his slowly bucking thrusts, leaning up to gently kiss his grinning maw gently, pulling him into a gentle loving embrace. Slowly, her passion for him started to fall as his climax built up, soon after splattering his hot, slimy, sticky dino seeds into her womb.

The rex, pleased with his efforts, laid exasperatingly on the dragon, kissing her maw continually as his cock remained buried in her for a good 30 minutes. His sexual drive expended, he slept on top of her, cock slipping back into it's hiding place on it's own.

The dragon, also pleased with the result, now glimmered her eyes with a wicked thunderbolt crackling outside, flashing the light against her parasitic eyes. Slowly, she released the spell that held his body to her own, only having used the being for his seed, and now slowly degenerating his body for nourishment for the months to come. The rex, unaware that his body would soon be gone, slept peacefully, still hypnotized into feeling his sex was pleasantly pleased. Slowly, the dragon inserted her venomous claws into his sides, injecting an evil venom that converted his body into a black shadow. Keeping his form intact, the dragon began taking small bites out of the shadow, nourishing herself with his energy. She ate slowly until there was nothing left but his tail, which she kept as a souvenir from the experience, having plans for it later.

During the next few months, the dragon's body contorted to fit her gestation cycle, entering a state of maternity soon afterward due to an impatient streak. She used her magic to speed up her maternity cycle, instead of it taking years, it took a few months for her clutch of eggs to form.

Forming a nest in the corner one sunny day, her eggs were ready to be lain. Slowly, she irked out one large, round egg, then another, then another. After many eggs, her belly looked positively empty, except for a strange kicking against her stomach. The dragon turned around, the kicks getting worse as something inside wanted desperately to get out, which it did soon after, a shattered and broken eggshell falling from the dragon's cunt along with a curious creature, having black eyes, two sets of arms and legs, one a little shorter than the other; cute, folded wings against it's scaly back, and black speckled spots on it's scales. The creature looked up through glassy eyes, a red tint to it's vision and quietly squeaked:

"Momm..."

The dragon wasn't sure what to make of it, but it seemed to have the traits of herself, aside from the scale color, and two stubby, ivory horns dotting the top of its eyeridges. The creature, eyeing the nest, seemed to rush to them in almost a fraction of a second, biting through the eggshells with almost no effort and devouring its brothers and sisters. One by one, it sucked the egg yolk out, lapping at the yellow goodness as it mixed into the blood from its siblings.

The dragon, displeased with its actions, set back to ponder the situation: all of her eggs had just been eaten by a newborn with an insatiable appetite, and her heat cycle wouldn't start for another ten years. Her magic couldn't help her in that aspect; she would have to wait no matter what... Suddenly, another matter came to mind - a name for the creature.

"Zetumalix. 'Ravenous parasite...' "

During the next year, the dragon and Zetumalix played together, her body developing at an astonishingly high rate, most likely due to all the food she ingested. They shared good times; they shared bad as well.

Seven years passed, and Zet had almost grown fullsize, standing at 11 feet tall, only a little shorter than her mother, and able to be gendertorally defined; a hermaphrodite, but different than her mother and deceased father - she had a sheath rather than an arch and slit, and her femsex was located at the base of her ballsack, rather than independent of the organ.

It was then that Zet chose to abandon the leaner meats and dine on fattier, more huskier meat, having no lust to become skinny in any right. Her mother saw the sudden change, and sought a way to punish it.

Her magic found a way - she would curse Zet into only being able to live being a parasite. The evil within her manifested itself when she took Zet to the cave, showing her the pile of dung in the corner. Instantly, Zet sought to devour it, which she did, feeling nourished completely. Slowly, a red scale began to form under another indigo one on her neck, evilly slipping beneath it.

Slowly, she took a liking to the excrement, forming more of a tolerance to it and being able to store more and more, having taken notice of the fact that she couldn't enjoy the taste of meat between her jaws anymore. To her dismay, the curse lain on her could not be removed by any magic of her own, having learned it from the source of all that the dragon wanted to teach her.

Much later, Zet maintained her daily lifestyle of draining her nourishment from the already digested food of others, hating her mother and wishing she could get away and start a life all her own. She happened to find her escape while feeding in the woods nearby, spying a tree with curious markings on it,in a language that she could speak and understand but had never been physically taught in her entire lifetime.

She studied the symbols, repeating them over and over to herself in her own mind, and feeling ambitious, she chanted the statement out loud. To her surprise, a perfect image of herself appeared directly in front of her, completely independent of its own will, but still bound to Zet's needs and wants. It was then that Zet saw her chance to start life anew. Commanding the image to return to the den, it did so, while Zet escaped far away, away from the horrid things her mother had done to her.

Back at the den, her mother, enraged by life itself turned to the image, cursing and swearing, her emotions taking full control of her mind. Suddenly, she turned to take a swipe at Zet, most likely to kill her, and did - she left three clawed slash marks across the images' skin, tearing through the scales like nothing. The image dispelled into thin air, letting her know that Zet had escaped, herself failing at parenting. Her emotions ran too many processes through her mind at once, and soon she collapsed from over-mental stimulation, dying on the spot.

A parasitic rex, running away from an old life to a new one, happened to come upon a strange building one day. Curious as ever, she entered into the lobby, a little hungry from the day's walk, but nevertheless happy to be away from her tyrannically insane mother.