[b][u][center]The New Polar Breeders For Damiekinz By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] To Asmund, the ultimate humiliation had already occurred; he had been beaten, captured by his enemy, and was kept as a prisoner. Anything that followed would only be half as bad, as far as the polar bear was concerned. Of course, such an opinion wasn’t held by the rest of his soldiers, particularly as one of them had already been pulled through the doors out of the holding cell and to who knew where. They muttered under their breath, trying to line up away from it, and Asmund huffed through his nose as they clustered behind him. “Don’t shame yourselves further. You’ve already lost; at least show courage in defeat,” he muttered. “We’re trying, but…” He shook his head. They didn’t know what lay on the other side. Nor did he, but he, at least, could keep his fears at bay. The idea that it would be something that they couldn’t handle was impossible. They might not have been able to win the fight against this Symbiont Collective, but he knew that they were not here to die. They were here for some other punishment. And that which did not die could eventually fight again. Asmund didn’t fear what lay on the other side. So, when the door opened, he stood between the two horses on the other side and his soldiers. The looming taller than all the rest with fur across his face that had been pulled forward and into a beard to hang from his chin, he made sure to take all the space in front of the other soldiers. “I am next,” he said. “Heh…fair enough.” The stallion held out a hand to help him through the door. He didn’t need it and stepped out without it. They walked on either side of him, guiding him through a darkened hallway with a single light in the distance. It was so bright that it kept him from seeing what lay past it, but he heard something…something he had never thought he would hear. He heard moaning. They left the hallway soon enough, and there, on his hands and knees, was the member of his squad that had been taken first. The polar bear had his head and arms thrust through a set of stocks, one with five more empty holes – one for him and the other four warriors waiting in the other room. And on his ass – “Breeder slut! Breeder-ass slut!” Asmund turned. There was a full crowd assembled to watch the events on the stage, and great lights of enchantment or worse shone down on it. There were dozens, perhaps hundreds, of men of all species staring at his trapped warrior, and – “Nnngh…mmmph…ah…ah…nnnghh!” And his soldier was moaning, still. Asmund turned his head back, unable to find the words as he stared at the glowing, blue slime that rested over the other bear’s asshole. It undulated over his rump, a deep schluck, schluck, schluck sound that sounded like the deepest, wettest fucking that he had ever heard. “And here we have the next breeder,” some unseen voice announced as the horses pulled him toward the stockades. “And the leader of the group. Oh, this will be a fine show, gentlemen, a most fine show, indeed.” “What the hell is this?” he growled under his breath. “Exactly what it sounds like; breeding,” one of the stallions said as they dragged his fists towards the holes in the stockade. “A little bit of egging, a little bit of fucking. I’m sure that padded ass of yours can take it, heh.” “You – nngh!” One of the stallions shoved his knees out from under him, making him lose his balance and fall forward. The stocks stretched around his hands and head as he was shoved forward, letting him go in, but not letting him pull out. He grunted as he tried, only to feel a cooling sensation along his wrists and – [i]Fuck…fuck…[/i] He knew this feeling. They’d done something similar when he’d been caught. It was some sort of drug that went through the fur and into the body. He could already feel his muscles starting to go limp, and worse…worse, his cock was starting to rise between his legs. The fat shaft pulled up against his stomach, twitching idly already, and he could feel his hole doing the same as the stallions pulled his cheeks apart. “Heh, that’s a good hole.” “Could almost mistake it for one of ours.” “Not as puffy, though.” “That will come with time. Come. The slime.” Asmund shook his head, fighting against the easy relaxation that the drug offered. Already, it was heating up his body, making it feel good to just kneel there with his ass out and his cock starting to twitch with unfortunate need. His hands were pinned in place, unable to reach down to touch himself, and his head was locked facing forward…mostly. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his fellow warrior. The stoic bear was no longer so…stoic. His eyes were half-closed, and his mouth hung open with happy bliss, his tongue out to one side and – Schlick. Schlick. Schlick. Splut. He could [i]hear[/i] the thrusting and spurting of the thing on the other bear’s rump, and the idea of it letting loose that much, that often, left a shiver running down his spine. Just what would it do to him? How much more would it – “Here we are.” He couldn’t look back. He couldn’t see a damn thing. The crowd, however, was already laughing, cheering, and throwing their arms in the air. “Breeder slut!” “Get that big bear butt stuffed!” “Give him a full one!” “Cream that ass!” “Breeder slut! Breeder slut!” They were relentless, and his cheeks burned as he felt the stallions return. They spread his ass cheeks once more, one hand on each, and [i]something[/i] dripped on him. His eyes went wider and wider as he felt it not just dripping, but oozing over the crack between the cheeks. It was warm, and almost…sensual. No, it was sensual, like someone dripping on a lover before – Plop. He gasped as the slime landed on him, and worse, as it wrapped around his hips. He could feel the tendrils running around his hips almost to the base of his shaft, stopping just short of it in the most teasing way possible. The oozing ball at the center of the slime wiggled deeper and deeper between his cheeks until it rested right on his hole, and then – Squelch. It was completely painless as it pushed [i]something[/i] inside of him, but it was so wet and…and firm on his prostate that his cock just jumped. He stared into the audience, words refusing to come at this indignity as he waited for the next thrust. Asmund braced himself, clenching his teeth as his body already started to burn with need. The sensitivity that the drugged goo had already filled him with made it impossible not to think about the thing in his ass, and his hole rippled around it, squeezing, milking, trying to pull it deeper without any input from him – “Mmmph!” It wasn’t thrusting, but it was pushing. The tube it had inserted into him rippled, something…something big pushing down from above. He hissed through his teeth as his hole stretched around it, but there was no pain. He thought that there should be, but no. There was only the intense feeling of that big stretch, followed by a strange…strangely good sense of…extra pleasure…and warmth… More, more, more pressed against his hole, forcing it wider and wider still. His breath caught in his throat as a little slurry of warm slime escaped around the bulge holding his hole open. He couldn’t get another breath down. His eyes widened further and further until – POP! A deluge of warmth filled him from behind, and something far more solid pushed past his hole. It slid into him, rolling into his depths, and it brought another dose of that warm, happy lust with it. His insides felt so…so sensitive, and he could feel the rounded thing inside of him rolling around, pressing against his prostate before going deeper…and deeper… [i]Egg,[/i] he realized. [i]It’s putting…eggs in me…[/i] Breeding him. Filling him. Stretching – “Nnngh…” Another one. There was already another one pressing down the tube inside him, and this time, it felt even better. Asmund could already feel his thoughts getting pushed away, almost like the egg was pressing on his brain instead of his ass. His cock throbbed, oozing eagerly between his legs as the slime pushed itself closer to him. The tube moved up and down inside of him, not quite thrusting, but always pushing itself in and out anyway, grinding the next against his hole and making impossible to think of anything but how good it felt. Over the gluks and schlicks and schlucks that he kept hearing, he heard something else. A gasp, a yelp. Someone else – another one of the soldiers. He’d been seen like this, and now they knew, and – And he couldn’t bring himself to care. The slime was pushing the egg in deeper already, and he moaned, his toes curling and his mouth hanging open as he felt the next little ‘pop’ about to happen. The egg had already pushed in far enough to stretch his hole about as far as it could go, and it was right on the verge of taking it all the way. His mouth worked soundlessly, his eyes rolling back in their sockets. Just a bit more, just a bit – POP! “Mmmmph…” Such pleasure, so much pleasure as another one rolled into his depths, and another rolled up to slide in after. He needed to…he needed to… What did he need to do, again? [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: A polar bear warrior suffers the fate of defying the Symbiont Collective. Tags: M/solo, Bondage, Stockade, Public, Humiliation, Polar Bear, Equines, Various Species, Parasite, Eggs, Anal, Slime, Aphrodisiac, Hard-On, Oviposition, Corruption,