Darkness.

Eventually, the darkness began to recede. Along with that came the return of awareness. The senses started to spring back to life, slowly but surely, but for a while, everything what a muted jumble. There was an ache all over her body, as if she had been handled roughly and without her consent. It also seemed like whatever was giving her that ache was still going on, and the more that her awareness returned, the more keenly she felt that feeling of uncomfortable soreness.

It took her some effort, but as she roused, Fyre opened her eyes. Her vision blurred for a moment, but then it came into focus. The sight was not very clear to her, but she appeared to be in some sort of tunnel, perhaps underground, but with very little light with which to see. She couldn't make out the light source, only that it seemed to be some sort of dim luminous glow given by the surrounding walls, with only enough to make out the general shape of her surroundings. What was odd was that the walls of her surroundings appeared to be shaped in a way that suggested that they were made organically, rather than manufactured out of any steel or stone.

The architecture of her surroundings only mildly interested Fyre; what more interested her was why she felt she wasn't able to move. She did a quick examination of herself, and was shocked to discover that the reason why she felt so sore was that she was physically bound in place; over half of her body was covered in some sort of resin that sealed her to the wall behind her. Her naked body was attached to the wall in such a way as to leave her exposed and vulnerable, her chest and torso the only true spots that were free of the odd webbing. Belatedly, she realized that the substance was the same as the walls themselves, but she left that thought for later as she attempted to free herself from her prison. Experimentation showed that whoever or whatever had done this to her had known exactly what they were doing; she had no leverage with which to get free, as even her dragon wings and tail had been covered in the hard scum, giving her little purchase with which to move, let alone break free. Fyre was not weak by any means, but it felt as if whatever she was covered with was strong enough to resist her movements with little to no give. She wondered if she would be able to break free by her own means, or if she would need help from an outside source.

Oddly enough, the dragoness was not panicked by her current situation. For now, this was an annoyance to her. She racked her brain, trying to figure out how this happened. There was a hole in her memory; the last thing she remembered was a general alert being sounded, and being told that the situation was being handled. "Clearly that wasn't the case," she thought to herself morosely, frustrated at her lack of being able to recall what happened. She knew that somehow, herself and her mate Ropes were separated in the confusion, and there was a tingle of concern that perhaps something might have happened to him as well. She dismissed the notion soon after; Ropes could take care of himself, he always had. But then where was he?

There was little the red dragoness could do but try to free herself from her bonds; she didn't have anything else to do in her current predicament, and she wasn't about to just give up and sit there. She tested herself to see if she could bring her muzzle and jaws far enough to nibble at the resin-like substance. She could manage the closest part to her, and she tried to attack the substance with her teeth. It was an unpleasant experience, to be sure; not only was the hard covering nearly impervious to her nibbles, but what she could attack tasted awful, with a bitter, pungent flavor. She spit out what she could and tried again, determined to make progress. Any amount she could clear away would eventually make it easier for her to escape.

It was after a moment of this that she noticed it; a hissing sound further down the corridor. It didn't sound like the hissing of any sort of device, not a release of steam or the motion of a piston. This sounded more like an angry cat or snake, but throatier, as if the creature making the sound was much larger and much angrier. As faint as it was, it set the dragoness on edge; it was the first clue that she might not be alone down here. And that whoever or whatever was down here might not be something she would want to meet. She tried to pinpoint what direction the sound was coming from, but the sound echoed faintly, making a direction hard to pinpoint.

There were only a couple of entrances to her location, so Fyre scanned in first one direction, and then the next, her immobilized state at least offering her that freedom of movement. The sound would start and stop, and each time it sounded as if it were in a different location, the sound reverberating along the walls. But each time the dragoness heard it, it sounded as if it were somehow closer. The sound made her struggle a little more, trying to break free from her prison, but she knew deep down that whatever was making the sound would have time to spare in reaching her. She put all of herself into unsuccessfully wriggling free of the resin, and because of this, she was only alerted to the creature's arrival by a fierce roar that instantly grabbed her attention; it echoed off the walls and instantly threw a tremor of fear into her body, something that very few had ever managed to make her feel.

There it was; Fyre couldn't quite believe her eyes. Even in the dim light, she could make out that the creature was massive, easily her height and then some. It was humanoid, but like nothing she had ever seen before. The body structure was large and broad, but not fat or awkward; it was a creature that was built in a somewhat primal shape, and it loomed in the way of something with supreme confidence and a complete lack of fear. She could see that it had a large tail behind it that ended in a wickedly sharp barb, which moved like it had a mind of its own. She could also see that the head was shaped very oddly, and though she couldn't see it clearly, she could make out that the head had a crest of some sort that made the creature seem taller than it might normally be. It stood there, flexing its clawed hands in the dim light, then began to stride towards her. As it approached her, more of its features became clear in the low light, and Fyre saw how truly alien this creature was.

What struck her first was that this creature was completely without any shred of clothing whatsoever. It was as naked as she was, and that nakedness let her see the creature in all its unnatural detail. The muscular form of the being was covered in a mixture of skin and what appeared to be harden chitin of some sort, giving the creature a somewhat skeletal yet solid appearance. The head of the creature was decidedly alien; claws on the jaw portions undulated oddly as the creature breathed, using a mouth that appeared to function differently than any other muzzle she had ever seen. The forehead was domed with what looked to be a hard portion of chitin or bone; she couldn't tell which. The facial features were somewhat indistinct, giving the impression of awareness and emotion without showing any outward clues of such things. Almost everything about this creature exhibited toned muscles and deadly claws of some sort, from its humanoid hands to the very tip of its tail. And at its groin, there was a sizeable ridged member, just as impressive as the rest of this creature, and already pointing in her direction. While she couldn't possibly know for sure if this creature found her attractive or not, she could guess what that member was for, and how it was going to be used.

The creature strode toward her, apparently uninterested that its target had taken notice of it. Its gait remained unchanged, and Fyre knew that it would be in front of her in just a few seconds. She snarled in defiance and struggled for all she was worth, but she knew it was just a show, and she suspected the creature knew it too. "You...whatever the hell you are...you better release me right now. If you try anything, I'll make sure to tear you apart with your own claws!" If she could have breathed a plume of flame at this monstrosity, she would have, but it had never been a talent of hers, something only her ancestors possessed.

All too soon, the creature was in front of her. It stood there, and Fyre got the distinct impression that it was sizing her up for some reason. The dragoness reasoned in her mind that he...it could only be a he, judging by that firm length between his legs...was the reason that she was pinned to the wall the way that she was. He reached out then with a clawed hand and grabbed her by the chin, holding her muzzle with a surprising strength as he moved her head this way and that, examining her facial features like a hunter would a prized elk. She did her best to resist the motions of her head, but whatever strength she put towards fighting against the grasp of his hand was dwarfed by the creature's grasp. He clearly expected resistance, and was not disappointed in that fact. "What the fuck are you doing?" she gritted through clenched teeth, getting more enraged by the moment. He had to have seen her before to have put her there, hadn't he? Was this all just some strange coincidence?

Eventually the creature released her muzzle, having gained the knowledge that he sought from his examination. He wasn't done with her, though; soon he began an examination of the rest of her body, feeling the texture of her feminine body with those alien hands of his. He seemed to be fascinated by the way her scales made her body tough and durable, yet soft and pliable under his touch. Fyre could do nothing to stop her molestation, and that just made her more enraged. How dare he take advantage of her like this? She was always the one that made the decision to let a male touch her, and now there was this monster that was doing as he pleased with her body! She should be afraid of the creature, but all that remained in her was a desire to tear this thing limb from limb. "You bastard!!!" She snarled at the creature, struggling to tear herself free, and for a moment she imagined that she felt a little bit of give. Given enough time and enough rage, maybe she could break free and exact her vengeance.

But the creature wouldn't give her that chance. It could sense the struggles that she was making, and it would only allow so much before it decided to take action. Her captor snarled a foreign sound, and its mandibles opened in a way that Fyre had never seen; dimly in the back of her mind, she had a vague recollection of how a snake could unhinge its jaws to engulf prey larger than itself. It placed its hands on her own, helping to secure her in place with a living grasp as well as that of the resin. For the first time, Fyre felt a shred of self-doubt and fear. Her fury overshadowed such feelings, but they were there, having to confront the fact that this was not a creature that could be intimidated or even understood. Worse, she suspected she knew what the creature wanted. "Don't...you...fucking...dare," she hissed, hoping for a moment that she could delay the creature long enough for Ropes to come.

Her suspicions were confirmed when she felt the male close on her, his massive member coming into contact with her groin. In any other situation, she might appreciate the feeling of such a magnificent rod against her pussy, but knowing that she was about to be taken against her will made her rail against the feelings. The creature also wasn't interested in tender romancings or the allure of foreplay; he sought her tunnel with a singular will and inserted his alien cock into her hole with a familiarity that made her gasp aloud. She thought about calling for help once more, but the creature locked one of his hands to her muzzle, silencing her cries to mere muffled protests. There was clearly an air of intelligence about this creature; behind the feral nature of the beast was something that was calculating, and the fact that this creature had no true facial features made it all the more difficult to discern. Fyre only had a moment to consider this before the beast began to rock his hips, pistoning that invading member into her core.

As much as she wanted to deny it, the creature knew how to fuck. It hammered into her captive body with a mind for its own pleasure, but it altered its progress to give her pleasure as well. It was as if the beast was slowly learning about her through the process of raping her, discovering what it took to turn her on and making her respond, despite her earlier outrage. Her mind told her not to enjoy this, to fight with all of her willpower to resist, but her body betrayed her, welcoming that intrusion and slowly giving more of herself to this beast. It wasn't that he was attractive or charismatic; he instinctively knew what to do at the right times. Her arousal began to heighten, slickening her pussy and coating the cock within with her juices. The more that this thing helped itself to her body, the more that the pleasure began to creep into her body, exciting her against her wishes.

Soon, that pleasure began to make the dragoness question herself, to put her at war with herself. Could this really be all so bad? She didn't have to defend herself to Ropes; she was helpless after all, she had no choice. And if she couldn't change her fate, maybe she should try her best to just...enjoy it? Oh, she wouldn't encourage the monster at all...but she didn't have to make things so hard on herself. Couldn't she just enjoy this fucking with no guilt? She could hate this creature later, find him and take her revenge, but as long as she was stuck with it... These thoughts ran through Fyre's mind to wrestle with her earlier indignities, and little by little, they began to win. She wasn't sure exactly when she stopped trying to resist, but she could feel herself moaning and whimpering through her captured muzzle, the thick resin surrounding her captive body the only thing keeping her form from bouncing up and down from the determined gait of her rapist.

Once again, the creature seemed to sense the change in Fyre's attitude, and released her muzzle from his grasp, slipping his hand down to her chest to palm her breast and grip it roughly, the entirety of the beast's claw able to encircle her right tit to grip it as if he were trying to milk her. Fyre loved the rough stuff, the bestial nature of being taken and mounted, and the sensation only served to heighten her arousal. She was aware that her climax was starting to build, going from a slow boil to a rising volcano, and before she knew it, she found herself saying, "That's it, fuck me, you bastard," in a throaty moan, going back on her earlier thoughts of not encouraging the alien. She wanted to clench the creature with her thighs, to wrap her limbs around him and invite him in deeper, to clutch at him and hold him until he emptied himself into her entirely. Gone were the thoughts of being rescued by Ropes, or even the guilt of submitting to this beast; she wanted whatever this beast considered to be its seed. No consequence she could think of would slake her desire, not even the thought of bearing this thing's unholy spawn.

If the creature understood her words, it acted on them instantly; he sped his thrusts up, now crying out with a strange alien roar that reverberated off of the walls, snarling and extending its mandibles in the throes of pleasure. It was too much for Fyre, her body being savaged by her captor, and she felt that heat within her core blossom to overflowing. She shuddered in her bonds, roaring out in kind as she surrendered to the pleasure, sounding her defeat at the hands and cock of this monster. She felt weak, but on cloud nine, her mind hazed with her euphoric release, still feeling the beast plunging away into her depths as he neared his own peak. If she wondered if this creature climaxed like those of her own kind, she soon found out; moments after her own release, she felt the monster sink home and begin to pump its essence deep into her quivering mound. It was rich and thick, gooey and sticky, and it came in waves, each surge of seed like a deluge in itself, made to invade every nook and cranny of its prey and ensure that it took root to begin new life.

Fyre moaned weakly, focused entirely on the sensation between her legs, so it was no surprise that she was unprepared for what happened next. The monster opened its mandibles wide, almost impossibly wide, and showed off another set of parts to its mouth that were hidden; it wasn't a tongue, but it darted out like one, flexing as it made itself known. Fyre's eyes opened wide in surprise as she felt the creature dart forward and lock its mandibles around her muzzle, capturing her mouth with his own, and that inner length darted inside into her open muzzle and filled it deeply, lodging itself in her throat. Fyre panicked suddenly, finding her air supply cut off as the thing held her fast, and then she felt it; some large bulge that flowed from the creature's mouth into her own, making her throat bulge as it was forced down into her gullet. That bulge was followed by another, and another, and another...Fyre could not count them all, struggling weakly for breath as the creature continued to pump into her pussy and throat alike. Somewhere in the middle of it all, she passed out, her oxygen-starved mind surrendering to the darkness...

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Eventually, the darkness that Fyre was engulfed in gave way to consciousness once more. She stirred in place, still bound to the wall by the resin that cocooned her, only this time more had been added, sealing her almost completely except for her muzzle, breasts, and pussy. She felt unusually full, unnaturally so, and she was able to crane her neck slightly to see that her belly had a stretched and pronounced bulge, as if she were well into term with eggs. That was impossible, though...it had only been a matter of hours, hadn't it? Fyre couldn't be sure; in these alien tunnels, there was no way to keep track of time. She was immediately concerned that she was still captive with no signs of anyone else in the vicinity. Could it be that she was secreted away with no hope of rescue, with no one coming to find her?

The dragoness wondered if perhaps the creature meant to care for her as it held her captive. Her and her young ones, if her swollen belly was any indication, she reminded herself mentally. She had a quick mental thought of her captor sheathing himself in a condom before raping her to prevent unwanted pregnancies, and she laughed aloud at the silly image in her mind. Clearly, this was the outcome that the beast had in mind from the start. She briefly wondered what she could expect the offspring to look like.

Well, she wasn't going anywhere, the creature had seen to that. Where she could barely more before, she now was completely entombed. "Hello?" she called out experimentally, wondering if anyone could hear her, or if anyone was even near. She wondered if her captor would want seconds of her pregnant body, like some lust-crazed deviant. But before she could thing about it further, she groaned, feeling her body giving a biological response to bear down. She was in the dragon equivalent of labor, and she was about to lay. In her cocooned state, she couldn't get into the most comfortable position, but her body would know what to do in any case. She clenched her inner muscles, beginning the process of expelling the eggs within her womb, forcing them from her birth canal into the world.

She panted with the exertion, but soon the first egg slipped from her vaginal walls to dangle down onto the floor of the tunnel, the egg prevented from breaking on the ground by a strong gooey secretion that surrounded the egg and stretched from her pussy until the egg was safely deposited. That was strange; Fyre had birthed young before, but that secretion was new. Had the creature done something to her? Another egg slipped from her passage to join the first, and it was protected by the same goo, the egg landing on the floor before rolling away slightly. Fyre could see it out of the corner of her eye; the egg was unlike any other egg she had made, the spheroid gray and leathery, with a strangely shaped tip that looked like it could open up somehow. What was this?

The dragoness closed her eyes and let her body shed each egg, one by one, the process easier now that she had released the first two. There was no pain, but it felt wrong; it was as if her body was expelling something foreign rather than something natural. When she was finally finished, there were 12 eggs in all, each the same shape and texture, and all looking like something from a science experiment gone horribly wrong. She didn't feel proud, not like she would if she were birthing a clutch with Ropes; instead she felt dirty and unclean, and more than a little bit frightened. Had she been changed permanently? Was she now going to birth little monstrosities like the one that raped her?

Just as that thought ran through her head, she felt another wrongness somewhere deep in her chest and belly. A gnawing ache that felt like heartburn, but worse. She then realized with horror that something was moving inside of her, something that most certainly wasn't part of her body. Something that wanted to get free. She struggled in place, her fear prompting her to try and break free once more, but it was no good. A feeling like a punch to her chest paused her in her tracks, and she wondered if she had imagined it...but there it was again, more solid and not about to be ignored. It wanted out in the most direct route imaginable.

Fyre was a dragoness, and she was tough. But this invader was cut from her cloth, and it wasn't alone. Fyre wondered just how long they would be kept at bay, if there was any sort of hope that someone could save her from this fate. Was this how it was going to end for her? All Fyre could do was hope...and wait for the inevitable.