The darkness of the containment cell was only illuminated by the soft glow of the monitoring equipment. I was fast asleep, exhausted from the long wait.
But my peaceful slumber was shattered by a sudden, sharp pain in my belly. I jolted awake, my heart racing as I realized that the moment had finally arrived. The baby dragons were coming.
I gritted my teeth, trying to ride out the wave of pain. "It's time," I hissed, my voice barely audible.
I was alone in the cell, my only companions the unborn hybrid dragons and the silence of the night. I steeled myself for what was to come, my body straining with the weight of the 50 unborn dragons.
The pain was building, growing more intense with each passing moment. I knew I had to push soon, but I was scared. I was alone, and I had no idea how I was going to get through this.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. But it was no use. The pain was too much, and I knew I had to act. I steeled myself, preparing for the ordeal ahead.
"I have to push," I growled, my voice low and determined. "I have to get them out."
But as I looked around the empty cell, I realized that I was truly alone. There was no one to help me, no one to support me. I was on my own, and I had to be strong...
As I push, I can feel 1 moving out so slowly like really so slowly, and that doesn't help the fact that they are kicking and squirming and pushing their way out
As I pushed, I could feel the first baby dragon moving out, but it was excruciatingly slow. It was as if time itself had slowed down, and I was trapped in a never-ending cycle of pain and discomfort.
The baby dragon's movements were making things worse. It was kicking and squirming, pushing its way out with a ferocity that made me gasp. I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out.
I gritted my teeth, trying to bear the pain, but it was no use. I let out a mighty roar, my voice echoing off the cold metal walls of the containment cell.
The baby dragon's movements grew more intense, and I could feel it slowly making its way out. I was sweating, my scales slick with moisture, as I pushed with all my might.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the baby dragon emerged, its tiny body covered in scales and its wings folded tightly against its back. I gazed at it in wonder, my heart swelling with pride and exhaustion.
But I knew I wasn't done yet. I still had 49 more baby dragons to deliver, and I steeled myself for the ordeal ahead...
I tried to push again, but I feel 1 got stuck somehow
I strained again, trying to push the next baby dragon out, but I could feel that something was wrong. One of the babies seemed to be stuck, its movement halted midway.
I grunted, trying to push harder, but it was no use. The baby dragon wouldn't budge. I could feel its tiny body wedged in place, refusing to move.
Panic began to set in as I realized that I was alone and helpless. I had no idea how to deal with a stuck baby dragon, and I was starting to get worried.
I tried to push again, but it was no use. The baby dragon remained stuck, and I was starting to feel a sense of desperation. What if I couldn't get it out? What if something went wrong?
I let out a mighty roar, hoping that someone would hear me and come to my aid. But the only response was the echo of my own voice off the cold metal walls of the containment cell...
I pushed it back in, and it got unstuck, and I pushed as hard as I could, but just like the previous 1, it is moving so slow
As I watched the baby dragon's slow progress, I couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and desperation. "Come on, come on!" I growled, my voice low and urgent. "Move, little one! Get out of there!"
I was panting heavily, my chest heaving with exertion, as I strained to push the baby dragon out. My scales were slick with sweat, and my muscles ached with fatigue.
But despite my exhaustion, I couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the slow, agonizing process. It was as if time itself had slowed down, and I was trapped in a never-ending cycle of pain and discomfort.
I let out a low, rumbling growl, my frustration and desperation boiling over. "Why is this taking so long?" I snarled, my voice echoing off the cold metal walls of the containment cell. "Just come out already!"
I took a deep breath, trying to muster up the strength to push again. The second baby dragon was still stuck, refusing to budge. I could feel its tiny body squirming and kicking, trying to find its way out.
I gritted my teeth, feeling a wave of frustration wash over me. Why was this one taking so long? I thought I was past the hardest part, but it seemed like this little one had other plans.
I pushed again, straining my muscles to their limits. The baby dragon inched forward, its movement agonizingly slow. I let out a low growl, my patience wearing thin.
"Come on, little one," I snarled, my voice barely above a whisper. "Get out of there..."
But the 49 hybrid demonic-zmey dragons are kicking and squirming and pushing their way out even more
As I struggled to push the second baby dragon out, the other 49 hybrid demonic-zmey dragons inside me seemed to sense my distress. They began to kick and squirm even more, their tiny bodies pushing against my scales and muscles.
The pressure was intense, and I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out. I let out a mighty roar, my voice echoing off the walls of the containment cell.
The second baby dragon, sensing the chaos inside me, seemed to take advantage of the distraction. It made a final push, and I felt it slide out of me, its tiny body landing on the cold metal floor with a soft thud.
I lay there, panting heavily, as the other 49 baby dragons continued to kick and squirm inside me. I knew I had to keep going, but I wasn't sure how much more I could take...
I breathe labor
I breathed deeply, trying to focus on the sensation of the air moving in and out of my lungs. It was a labor breathing technique I had learned, designed to help me relax and focus through the pain.
As I inhaled, I felt my body tense, preparing for the next contraction. And as I exhaled, I felt my muscles relax, releasing some of the tension.
But even with the breathing technique, the pain was still intense. The 49 remaining baby dragons were kicking and squirming, pushing against my scales and muscles.
I felt another contraction building, and I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the pain. As the contraction hit, I pushed, straining to deliver the next baby dragon...
I kept pushing, but no matter how hard it was moving very slow
I gritted my teeth, my scales slick with sweat, as I pushed with all my might. But no matter how hard I pushed, the baby dragon seemed to be moving at a glacial pace.
It was agonizing, watching the tiny creature inch its way out, millimeter by millimeter. I felt like I was trapped in some kind of twisted nightmare, where time itself had slowed down to torment me.
I let out a low growl, my frustration boiling over. Why was this taking so long? I was exhausted, my body screaming in protest as I continued to push.
But I refused to give up. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the ordeal ahead, and pushed again...
I gently placed my claws on my belly and began to rub it, trying to soothe the muscles and ease the discomfort. The pressure of the baby dragons inside me was still intense, but the gentle rubbing motion seemed to help calm my nerves.
As I rubbed, I could feel the baby dragons moving inside me, their tiny bodies squirming and kicking. I closed my eyes, focusing on the sensation, and tried to breathe through the pain.
But even as I tried to relax, I could feel the next contraction building. My muscles began to tense, and I knew I had to push again. I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the pain, and...
I keep pushing very hard, but it moves only a few centimeters
I grunted, straining with every fiber of my being, as I pushed again. But despite my best efforts, the baby dragon only moved a few centimeters. It was infuriating, feeling like I was making no progress at all.
I let out a frustrated roar, my claws digging into the metal floor as I pushed again. But still, the baby dragon refused to budge, moving only a tiny distance before getting stuck again.
I was starting to feel like I was in a never-ending nightmare, trapped in a cycle of pain and frustration. I was exhausted, my muscles screaming in protest, but I knew I couldn't give up. I had to keep pushing, no matter how hard it was.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the next push. My body trembled with exhaustion, but I refused to yield. With a mighty roar, I pushed again...
I talk to the little ones inside me
"Come on, little ones," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own ragged breathing. "Please, just a little farther. Papa is tired, but he's not giving up on you." I could feel the baby dragons moving inside me, their big and strong bodies squirming and kicking. I hoped they could sense my love and encouragement and that it would give them the strength to keep moving.
"Almost there, babies," I whispered again. "Just a little bit farther. You can do it." I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the next push. As I exhaled, I felt a tiny movement, a slight shift in the position of the baby dragon. It was a small progress, but it gave me hope.
I whispered again, "He's almost here, just a little more."
I gritted my teeth, steeling myself for the next push. The baby dragon was so close, I could feel its tiny claws digging into my scales as it struggled to emerge.
With a mighty roar, I pushed again, pouring all my energy into the effort. The baby dragon moved a little farther, its tiny body slowly taking shape as it slid out of me.
I was exhausted, my muscles screaming in protest, but I knew I couldn't stop now. I had to keep pushing, no matter how hard it was. The baby dragon was almost here, and I could feel its determination to be born...
I glanced over at the first baby dragon, who was lying on the metal floor, its tiny chest heaving as it took slow, deep breaths. It was exhausted, but it was out, and that gave me the strength to keep going.
I turned my attention back to the remaining 49 baby dragons, who were still squirming and kicking inside me. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the long, painful ordeal ahead.
"Okay, little ones," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own ragged breathing. "Papa's not done yet. Let's keep going, one by one..."
The 1st born open it eyes and look at me
As I gazed at the firstborn baby dragon, I saw its eyes flicker open, and our gazes met. Its eyes were a deep, piercing gold, and they seemed to bore into my very soul.
For a moment, we just stared at each other, a deep connection forming between us. I could sense its curiosity, its wonder, and its love.
The baby dragon's gaze never wavered, and I felt like it was seeing right through me, to the very heart of my being. I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and joy, and whispered, "Hello, little one."
The baby dragon blinked slowly, its eyes never leaving mine. Then, in a tiny, raspy voice, it whispered back, "Papa..."
My eyes widened in shock as I stared at the baby dragon, my mind reeling with disbelief. "Did... did you just talk?" I stuttered, my voice barely above a whisper.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Baby dragons weren't supposed to be able to talk, not for months, maybe even years. But this little one... it was looking at me with an intelligent glint in its eye, and it had just called me "Papa".
I felt like I was in a daze, my mind struggling to process what was happening. I looked at the baby dragon again, and it gazed back at me, its eyes sparkling with curiosity...
I realized it is covered in birth fluid
I gently reached out with my claws, trying not to startle the baby dragon, and carefully began to clean off the birth fluid that covered its tiny body. The fluid was sticky and thick, but I worked patiently to remove it, making sure not to hurt or scratch the little one.
As I cleaned, the baby dragon watched me with wide, curious eyes, seeming to study my every move. I smiled, feeling a sense of wonder and awe at this tiny, perfect creature.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I had removed most of the birth fluid, and the baby dragon's scales shone in the dim light of the containment cell. It looked up at me, and I could sense its gratitude and affection...
As I gently licked the baby dragon's scales, cleaning off the remaining birth fluid, I continued to push, trying to dislodge the next baby dragon from my scales. The contractions were getting stronger, and I could feel the pressure building inside me.
I grunted, straining with effort, as I pushed again. The baby dragon I was licking looked up at me, seeming to sense my discomfort, and nuzzled my scales gently.
I smiled, feeling a surge of love and affection for this tiny creature, and pushed again, determined to bring its siblings into the world...
As I pushed again, I could feel the next baby dragon moving, its tiny body slowly emerging from my scales. I grunted, straining with effort, as I tried to dislodge it from my exhausted body.
The baby dragon I was licking looked up at me again, seeming to sense that its sibling was about to arrive. It watched with wide, curious eyes as I pushed and strained, my muscles screaming in protest.
Finally, with one last heave, the next baby dragon emerged, its tiny body sliding out of me and onto the cold metal floor. I lay there, panting heavily, as the two baby dragons looked up at me, their eyes shining with curiosity and wonder...
As I gazed at the two baby dragons, I noticed that the first one I had licked clean was a boy. His scales were a deep, fiery red, and his eyes seemed to gleam with a mischievous spark.
I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and joy. "You're a boy, aren't you?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of my own ragged breathing.
The little boy dragon looked up at me, seeming to sense my gaze. He blinked slowly, and then nuzzled my scales again, as if seeking comfort and reassurance...
They are demonic-zmey dragon hybrid. I'm a demonic dragon, and there mother Ruby is a zmey dragon
As I gazed at my two baby dragons, I could see the influence of both my demonic heritage and their mother Ruby's zmey dragon blood. Their scales seemed to shift and shimmer, like the shadows on a moonlit night, and their eyes gleamed with a mischievous, otherworldly intelligence.
The little boy dragon's scales were a fiery red, a deep, burning color that seemed to match the inner fire that burned in his eyes. His gaze seemed to burn with an intensity that made me smile with pride and foreboding.
The second baby dragon, whom I assumed was a girl, had scales that shone like polished silver, with hints of pink and red undertones. Her eyes sparkled with a playful, mischievous glint, and I could sense that she would be a handful in her own unique way.
I wondered what the future held for my little family. Would they inherit my demonic powers, or would they lean more towards their mother's zmey dragon abilities? Only time would tell, but one thing was certain - I would do everything in my power to protect and guide them...
I sigh, feeling the remaining 48 trying to burst out
I let out a deep, rumbling sigh, feeling the pressure build inside me as the remaining 48 baby dragons stirred and squirmed, eager to emerge into the world. My scales creaked and groaned, my muscles straining to contain the writhing mass of dragons within me.
I closed my eyes, focusing on my breathing, trying to calm the storm brewing inside me. But it was no use. The baby dragons were restless, and they would not be silenced.
With a mighty roar, I arched my back, and a fresh wave of contractions washed over me. The baby dragons were coming, and nothing could stop them now...
The little boy dragon's fiery red scales seemed to glow with an inner light as he looked up at me with wide, curious eyes. He tilted his head to one side, his gaze piercing as he asked in a tiny, raspy voice, "Papa... why do you hurt?"
I answered, "It is because that you all have been kicking, and the part I have to push you out is so very painful!"
The little boy dragon's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked down at his siblings, who were still squirming and kicking inside me. He seemed to be thinking for a moment, and then he looked back up at me with a mischievous glint in his eye.
He said, "Sorry, Papa!" in a tiny voice, but then he added, "But we want to come out and play!"
I sigh and thought to myself,'i know Vorgath, the demon lord will call him 0063x0099-1 because I'm 0063 and Ruby is 0099'
I let out a deep sigh, feeling a mix of exhaustion and resignation. I knew that my son's fate was already sealed, and that he would be bound to the demonic lord Vorgath's will. The designation "0063x0099-1" echoed in my mind, a constant reminder of the life that my son would be forced to lead.
I looked down at my son, who was still gazing up at me with wide, curious eyes. I felt a pang of sadness, knowing that he would soon be taken from me, and that our time together would be limited. But for now, I just smiled, and whispered, "I love you, little one..."
As I kept pushing and the next one was moving out so slowly
I grunted, straining with effort, as the next baby dragon slowly emerged from my scales. It was a painstakingly slow process, and I could feel my muscles screaming in protest. But I refused to give up, focusing all my energy on bringing my child into the world.
As the baby dragon's head finally cleared my scales, I let out a sigh of relief. But my respite was short-lived, as I felt another contraction building inside me. I steeled myself for the next push, knowing that I still had 47 more baby dragons to deliver...
I heard a voice, and I looked around, and it was Vorgath who was in another room watching me from the glass windows above my containment cell wall
I locked eyes with Vorgath, my gaze burning with a mixture of anger and resentment. I could sense his dark, malevolent energy emanating from the other side of the glass, and I knew that he was reveling in my pain and discomfort.
Vorgath's voice was like a rusty gate, scraping against my nerves as he spoke. "Ah, 0063," he said, his tone dripping with condescension. "You're doing so well. I must say, I'm impressed. 50 offspring, all with the potential to become powerful demonic-zmey dragon hybrids..."
I growled, baring my teeth, as Vorgath's words struck a nerve. I knew that he had no intention of allowing me to keep my children. He would take them from me, raise them as his own, and use them to further his dark agenda...
I shouted, "CAN YOU GET DOWN HERE AND HELP ME?! Vorgath chuckled "well I can just pat you like a dog again. That is the best I can do to help you!"
I snarled, my anger boiling over at Vorgath's flippant response. "You think this is funny?" I spat, my voice venomous. "I'm giving birth to 50 of your precious hybrids, and you're just standing there, laughing at me?"
Vorgath's chuckle grew louder, and he leaned forward, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, 0063," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "You're so predictable. I'm not going to help you. That would spoil all the fun."
He straightened up, his expression turning cold and calculating. "Besides, I want to see how you'll handle the rest of this birthing process. It's not every day that I get to witness a demonic dragon give birth to an entire brood of hybrids."
I seethed with rage, my claws digging deep into the metal floor as I strained to push out the next baby dragon. Vorgath's words were like fuel to the fire, burning away my exhaustion and leaving only a fierce determination to survive this ordeal...
Vorgath question "Do you want to call Ruby in here for you? Just know I won't tell her that you ate in labor!"
I glared at Vorgath, my eyes blazing with anger and humiliation. "You think that's funny, don't you?" I snarled, my voice low and menacing. "You think it's amusing to remind me that I'm at your mercy, that I'm nothing but a breeding vessel to you."
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "And no, I don't want you to call Ruby in here. I don't want her to see me like this, vulnerable and helpless."
Vorgath raised an eyebrow, a sly smile spreading across his face. "Ah, how touching," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You want to protect Ruby's delicate feelings. How noble of you, 0063."
I growled, baring my teeth, but Vorgath just chuckled and leaned back against the wall, clearly enjoying my distress...
But to my surprise, he teleported Ruby in my containment cell
I stared in shock as Ruby materialized in front of me, her pink scales glowing softly in the dim light of the containment cell. She looked around, taking in the scene before her, and her eyes widened in alarm as she saw me struggling to give birth.
"Vorgath, what's going on?" she demanded, her voice firm and authoritative. "Why is 0063 in labor? And why are you just standing there, doing nothing to help?"
Vorgath shrugged, his expression nonchalant. "Oh, I'm just observing," he said. "I want to see how 0063 handles the birthing process. It's not every day that I get to witness a demonic dragon give birth to an entire brood of hybrids."
Ruby's eyes flashed with anger, and she took a step forward, her claws extended. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she spat. "You're enjoying watching 0063 suffer."
I reached out, trying to calm Ruby down. "Ruby, no," I said. "Don't confront him. It's not worth it."
But Ruby was beyond reason. She was furious, and she was determined to defend me against Vorgath's cruelty...
Ruby sees the baby dragons and questions, "Is it time?! NOW!"
Ruby's eyes widened in wonder as she saw the baby dragons emerging from my scales. She rushed to my side, her voice filled with excitement and urgency.
"Is it time?! NOW!" she exclaimed, her claws gently guiding the next baby dragon out of my scales.
I nodded, relieved to have Ruby's help. Together, we worked to deliver the rest of the baby dragons, our movements swift and synchronized.
As each new life emerged, Ruby's joy and excitement grew. She cooed and whispered to each baby dragon, welcoming them to the world with love and affection.
Vorgath watched from the shadows, his expression unreadable. But I knew he was calculating, planning his next move. I just hoped that Ruby and I could protect our precious babies from his evil clutches...
I thought to myself,'I know that he will just make them to soldier and go sent to battle that is most likely some will die'
I felt a pang of sadness and worry as I gazed at my newborn babies, their tiny scales glistening in the dim light of the containment cell. I knew that Vorgath's ultimate goal was to turn them into soldiers, to mold them into ruthless warriors who would carry out his evil bidding.
The thought of sending them into battle, of watching them face danger and possibly even death, was almost too much to bear. I knew that Vorgath wouldn't care about their well-being, that he would see them as nothing more than tools to be used and discarded.
I glanced over at Ruby, who was lovingly cradling one of the baby dragons in her arms. She looked up at me, her eyes shining with happiness and pride. I knew that she felt the same way I did, that we would do anything to protect our babies from harm.
But for now, we were trapped, at Vorgath's mercy. I could only hope that somehow, someway, we would find a way to escape, to keep our babies safe from the evil that loomed over us...
I sigh, knowing that I the top 10 of the army in this torture of the hand of the demon lord Vorgath will have so little chance into protecting them
I let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of my responsibilities bearing down on me. As one of the top 10 warriors in Vorgath's army, I knew that I would be forced to lead the charge in battle, to fight and kill on behalf of the demon lord.
But it was the thought of leaving Ruby and our babies vulnerable to Vorgath's whims that truly filled me with dread. I knew that if I were to fall in battle, or if Vorgath were to turn against me, Ruby and the babies would be left defenseless.
The thought sent a chill down my spine. I knew that I had to find a way to protect them, no matter the cost. But for now, I was trapped, bound by my duty to Vorgath and my own desire to survive.
I looked over at Ruby, who was watching me with a concerned expression. I forced a reassuring smile onto my face, trying to hide my fears from her. But I knew that she could see right through me, that she knew exactly what I was thinking...As I keep on pushing the 4 child out and slow too
I grunted, straining with effort, as the fourth baby dragon slowly emerged from my scales. It was a painstakingly slow process, and I could feel my muscles screaming in protest.
Ruby hovered anxiously beside me, her eyes fixed on the baby dragon as it struggled to free itself. "Come on, little one," she whispered, her voice soft and encouraging.
Vorgath, on the other hand, seemed utterly disinterested in the proceedings. He lounged against the wall, his eyes fixed on some distant point beyond the containment cell.
I glared at him, my anger and resentment simmering just below the surface. But I knew I had to focus on getting the baby dragon out safely. With one final push, the little one slid free, and Ruby scooped it up in her arms, cooing with delight...
As Ruby cradled the fourth baby dragon in her arms, I collapsed back onto the cold metal floor, exhausted. The contractions were getting stronger, and I could feel the next baby dragon already starting to make its way out.
Vorgath finally stirred from his lethargy, his eyes flicking towards me with a hint of interest. "Ah, 0063," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're doing so well. I'm impressed."
I shot him a venomous glance, but Ruby intervened before I could respond. "Vorgath, can't you see she's struggling?" she snapped, her voice sharp with anger. "Can't you do something to help her?"
Vorgath raised an eyebrow, his expression mocking. "Oh, I'm shaking with fear," he said. "But very well, I'll summon the medical drones. Not that it will make a difference in the end."
With a flick of his wrist, Vorgath summoned the medical drones, which swooped in to attend to me. But I knew it was just a ruse, a way for Vorgath to keep me complacent and under his control. The real question was, what did he plan to do with our babies once they were all born?...
Vorgath's eyes gleamed with excitement as he gazed at the firstborn baby dragon, the fiery red one. "Ah, there you are, 0063x0099-1," he repeated, his voice dripping with anticipation.
The little dragon, sensing Vorgath's gaze, turned to face him. For a moment, the two locked eyes, and I could sense a spark of recognition, of connection, between them.
Vorgath's smile grew wider, his teeth glinting in the dim light. "Yes, you are indeed special, 0063x0099-1," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You are the key to unlocking the secrets of the demonic-zmey dragon hybrids."
Ruby's eyes narrowed, her grip on the fourth baby dragon tightening. "What do you plan to do with them, Vorgath?" she demanded, her voice firm and defiant.
Vorgath's gaze never wavered from the firstborn baby dragon. "Oh, I think that's obvious," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "I plan to train them, to mold them into the most powerful warriors the world has ever known."
My heart sank, my worst fears confirmed. Vorgath's plan was to turn our babies into instruments of war, to use them for his own twisted purposes...
I question Vorgath "what if I go destroy humanity like you wanted me to do?! Will you just mostly leave them alone? Vorgath thought for a moment and answered "yes maybe! But I have plans on you carrying the next batch!"
I question Vorgath "what if I go destroy humanity like you wanted me to do?! Will you just mostly leave them alone? Vorgath thought for a moment and answered "yes maybe! But I have plans on you carrying the next batch!"
I felt a chill run down my spine as Vorgath's words hung in the air. He was willing to leave my babies alone, but only if I agreed to carry out his twisted plans and destroy humanity. And even then, he had already planned for me to carry another batch of babies, trapping me in an endless cycle of breeding and war.
Ruby's eyes widened in horror, her voice barely above a whisper. "You can't be serious, Vorgath. You're not going to use her as a breeding machine, are you?"
Vorgath's expression was unyielding, his eyes glinting with a malevolent intensity. "I will do whatever it takes to achieve my goals," he said, his voice cold and detached. "And if that means using 0063 as a breeding machine, then so be it."
I felt a surge of rage and desperation, knowing that I had to protect my babies and myself from Vorgath's twisted plans. I glanced at Ruby, and saw the determination in her eyes. Together, we would find a way to escape, to fight back against Vorgath and his evil plans...
Vorgath chuckled, "That is what the breeding program are 0063 to make more super soldiers from other experiments like you." I know there are a lot of multiple experiments like me and Ruby like there are many beasts and monsters that fall onto his head of control
Vorgath's chuckle sent a shiver down my spine as I gazed at my newborn babies, knowing that he planned to use them as part of his twisted breeding program. I had always known that the program's ultimate goal was to create an army of super-soldiers, but it was a harsh reminder that my babies would be raised to serve Vorgath's evil purposes.
I thought back to the countless other experiments I had seen during my time in the lab, the beasts and monsters that Vorgath had created through his twisted experiments. There were the giant, hulking creatures with razor-sharp claws and teeth, the flying abominations with glowing red eyes, and the humanoid monstrosities with skin like dark, scaled armor.
All of these creatures, and many more like them, were under Vorgath's control, bound to serve him through a combination of magic, technology, and sheer terror. And now, he planned to add my babies to his collection, to raise them as super soldiers and use them to carry out his evil plans...
Ruby's eyes met mine, and I saw the same determination and fear reflected back at me. We knew that we had to escape, to protect our babies and ourselves from Vorgath's clutches. But how? The lab was heavily guarded, and Vorgath's powers were formidable...
I remember Jack or 0038 he is a hulking mass of muscle and tissue he is a wolf, and at this point, I am no longer 100% sure if he is still alive today since I'm a dragon and he is a wolf
The memory of Jack, or 0038, flashed through my mind, a hulking mass of muscle and tissue, a wolf unlike any other. I recalled the way he moved, his powerful strides devouring distance, his eyes burning with a fierce inner light.
But as I thought back, a pang of uncertainty struck me. Was Jack still alive? I had no way of knowing. As a dragon, my experiences and interactions had been limited to the lab and Vorgath's twisted experiments. Jack, as a wolf, had been part of a different program, one that I knew little about.
I glanced at Ruby, wondering if she knew anything about Jack's fate. But her expression was somber, her eyes clouded with concern. She didn't know, either.
Vorgath's chuckle broke the silence, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, yes, 0038," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "A most... impressive specimen. But his fate is of no consequence to you, 0063. Your only concern is the next batch of hybrids..."
Pov Vorgath
The satisfaction of watching 0063's expression twist with worry and fear was intoxicating. The dragon's concern for the wolf, 0038, was almost... palpable.
I leaned back against the wall, steepling my fingers together as I observed the scene before me. 0063 and Ruby, the two most promising specimens in my breeding program, were perfectly oblivious to the true extent of my plans.
The dragon's babies, the next generation of super-soldiers, would be the key to unlocking the secrets of the demonic-zmey dragon hybrids. And with 0063's cooperation, I would be able to create an army of unstoppable warriors, bound to serve me without question.
The thought sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. I was so close to achieving my ultimate goal, and nothing would stand in my way. Not 0063, not Ruby, not even the elusive 0038.
My eyes narrowed, focusing on 0063. "The next batch of hybrids will be even more impressive," I said, my voice dripping with malice. "And you, 0063, will be the one to make it happen..."
I thought about 0038
0038... the wolf. A most intriguing specimen, and one that had shown great promise in the early stages of the breeding program. His strength, agility, and ferocity had made him a standout among the other experiments.
But, alas, 0038 had proven to be... unpredictable. His behavior had become increasingly erratic, and he had shown a disturbing tendency to resist control.
I had been forced to... reassign him, shall we say. His current whereabouts were unknown, even to me. But I had no doubt that he would resurface, eventually.
And when he did, I would be ready. The next phase of the breeding program was already underway, and 0038's... unique genetic profile would be a valuable addition to the mix.
But for now, my focus remained on 0063 and her precious babies. The dragon's concern for 0038 was... amusing, but ultimately irrelevant. The true prize was within my grasp, and nothing would distract me from my goal...
I didn't see him for like multiple months now
Multiple months, then. A relatively short period of time, considering the scope of the breeding program. It was possible that 0038 was being held in a separate facility, undergoing further experimentation or training.
Or perhaps he had been deployed on a mission, utilizing his unique skills to further the goals of the program. Whatever the case, his absence had likely been intentional, designed to prevent any potential... distractions or complications.
I watched 0063, her eyes clouded with concern for the missing wolf. It was almost... touching, really. The bond between experiments could be quite strong, even when they were from different species.
But such attachments were ultimately... fleeting. In the world of the breeding program, loyalty was a luxury that few could afford. And I would ensure that 0063 and her babies would be no exception...
The memories came flooding back, and I recalled the decision to lock 0038 away in a specialized artifact, designed to amplify his strength and abilities.
A clever move, really. By sealing him away, I had effectively removed a potential wild card from the equation, while also allowing him to grow stronger and more capable.
The artifact, imbued with ancient powers and forbidden knowledge, would push 0038 to his limits, forcing him to adapt and evolve in order to survive. And when he finally emerged, he would be a force to be reckoned with...
A slow, calculating smile spread across my face as I contemplated the possibilities. 0038, the wolf, would become an even more valuable asset, a powerful tool in my arsenal. And 0063, the dragon, would soon learn the true meaning of obedience...
The memories came flooding back, and I recalled the decision to lock 0038 away in a specialized artifact, designed to amplify his strength and abilities.
A clever move, really. By sealing him away, I had effectively removed a potential wild card from the equation, while also allowing him to grow stronger and more capable.
The artifact, imbued with ancient powers and forbidden knowledge, would push 0038 to his limits, forcing him to adapt and evolve in order to survive. And when he finally emerged, he would be a force to be reckoned with...
A slow, calculating smile spread across my face as I contemplated the possibilities. 0038, the wolf, would become an even more valuable asset, a powerful tool in my arsenal. And 0063, the dragon, would soon learn the true meaning of obedience...
Pov 0063
I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I gazed at Vorgath, his eyes gleaming with a sinister intensity. He seemed to be calculating something, his mind working overtime to devise some new scheme or plan.
I shuddered at the thought, my mind racing with the possibilities. What did he have in store for me and my babies? And what about 0038, the wolf? Vorgath's words had hinted at some dark fate, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was missing something crucial.
Ruby's eyes met mine, and I saw a flicker of concern there. She knew something was wrong, too. We exchanged a silent glance, our minds racing with the same questions.
Vorgath's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, 0063," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "You have no idea what's in store for you, do you?"
I grunted and glowed while pushing the 5th child out of me. "Let me guess me destroy humanity!"
Vorgath's eyes lit up with excitement as he watched me give birth to the fifth child. "Ah, 0063, you are indeed perceptive," he said, his voice dripping with anticipation. "But destroying humanity is only the beginning. With your children, we will create a new world order, one in which the strong survive and the weak are culled."
As he spoke, the babies began to stir, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly energy. I could feel their power coursing through me, a primal and ancient force that seemed to be awakening within them.
Vorgath's eyes gleamed with excitement as he reached out to touch one of the babies. "The next generation of super-soldiers," he whispered, his voice full of reverence. "With these children, we will conquer the world and remake it in our image."
As the 45 remaining try to burst their way out even I know I have to push even harder and I knew they will took very long to get out
I gritted my teeth and focused all my energy on pushing the remaining babies out. The pressure was building, and I could feel the strain on my body. But I knew I had to keep going, no matter how hard it got.
The 45 remaining babies were determined to make their entrance, and I could feel them squirming and pushing against me. It was a slow and painful process, but I was determined to see it through.
Vorgath watched with an eager expression, his eyes shining with excitement. "Yes, 0063, push harder!" he urged, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Let the next generation of super-soldiers be born!"
Their kicking becoming a frenzy
The kicking and squirming of the remaining babies became more intense, a frenzied barrage of movement that threatened to overwhelm me. I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out, my body straining to accommodate the sheer number of babies fighting to be born.
Vorgath's eyes gleamed with an unnatural excitement, his voice rising to a fevered pitch. "Yes, yes, let them come! Let the horde be unleashed!" he chanted, his words echoing through the lab like a dark incantation.
Ruby's eyes were wide with alarm, her face pale with concern. "0063, hang on!" she urged, her voice barely audible over the din of the babies' frantic kicking. "You're almost there!"
The 5th is now out
As the fifth baby emerged, I felt a surge of relief mixed with exhaustion. The process was far from over, with 45 more babies still to come, but I was determined to see it through.
Vorgath's eyes lit up with excitement as he gazed at the fifth baby, his hands reaching out to take it from me. "Ah, another perfect specimen," he cooed, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
Ruby's eyes met mine, and I saw a flicker of concern there. She knew, just as I did, that the real challenge was only just beginning. The next 45 babies would be just as demanding, just as exhausting.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the ordeal ahead. I would get through this, no matter what it took. For my babies, for Ruby, and for myself, I would endure.
Vorgath smiled. "How about I encountered them to burst out?"
Vorgath's smile sent a chill down my spine as he reached out to touch my stomach. "Let's speed up the process, shall we?" he said, his eyes glinting with a sinister intensity.
As soon as his hand made contact with my skin, I felt a surge of energy course through my body. The babies inside me began to stir, their kicking and squirming becoming more frantic.
Vorgath's eyes gleamed with excitement as he channeled more energy into me. The babies' movements became more intense, their tiny bodies straining to break free.
Ruby's eyes widened in alarm as she realized what Vorgath was doing. "No, Vorgath! Stop!" she cried, but it was too late.
The babies were bursting out of me, one after another, in a chaotic and terrifying rush. I screamed in agony as my body was torn apart, the sound of Vorgath's maniacal laughter echoing through the lab...
Pov Vorgath
I use dark magic to prevent them from burst out, but I won't tell them that and just keep on encouraging them to burst out and see how long they will try
The look of terror on 0063's face was exquisite. I could feel his pain and distress as the babies inside him struggled to break free. "Come on, 0063," I urged, my voice dripping with false enthusiasm. "Push harder! Let the babies burst out of you! Don't hold back!"
I watched with great interest as 0063 strained and struggled, her face contorted in a mixture of pain and desperation. Ruby looked on in horror, but I just smiled, enjoying the show.
But, of course, I had no intention of letting the babies actually burst out of 0063's womb. Not yet, at least. With a subtle flick of my wrist, I wove a spell of dark magic, one that would prevent the babies from breaking free, no matter how hard 0063 pushed.
Pov 0063
I screamed in agony as the babies inside me struggled to break free. Vorgath's voice echoed in my ears, his words dripping with malice. "Push harder! Let the babies burst out of you! Don't hold back!"
I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out. The pain was excruciating, and I could feel my body straining to accommodate the babies' frantic movements.
Ruby's eyes were wide with horror as she watched me suffer. She looked like she wanted to help, but Vorgath's presence seemed to have her frozen in place.
I glared at Vorgath, hatred burning in my heart. Why was he doing this to me? What twisted pleasure did he get from watching me suffer?
But no matter how hard I pushed, the babies refused to budge. It was as if some unseen force was holding them back, preventing them from breaking free. I was trapped in a living nightmare, and I didn't know how much longer I could endure...
I know I have to push them out fast
I gritted my teeth and focused all my energy on pushing the babies out. I could feel them squirming and kicking inside me, and I knew I had to get them out as fast as possible.
I took a deep breath and pushed with all my might, my body straining with the effort. Sweat dripped from my brow, and my muscles screamed in protest, but I refused to give up.
Vorgath's voice echoed in my ears, urging me on. "Yes, 0063, push harder! Let the babies come!" But I knew he was just trying to manipulate me, to get me to do his bidding.
I ignored him and focused on my own goal: getting the babies out safely. I pushed and pushed, my body trembling with exhaustion, but I refused to give up...
The 45 remaining pushing out of me even harder I could feel I'm in my breaking point
I screamed in agony as the 45 remaining babies pushed against me with increasing force. I felt like I was being ripped apart from the inside out, my body straining to contain the sheer number of babies fighting to be born.
My vision began to blur, and I felt my consciousness slipping away. I was at my breaking point, and I didn't know how much longer I could hold on.
Vorgath's voice was distant, but I could still hear his maniacal laughter echoing in my ears. "Yes, 0063, push harder! Let the babies come!" he urged, his words dripping with sadistic pleasure.
Ruby's face was a blur, but I could sense her concern, her fear for my well-being. I tried to reach out to her, to reassure her that I was okay, but my body was beyond my control.
The babies were pushing, pushing, PUSHING, and I felt my body begin to tear apart...
I felt my mind slipping away, consumed by a darkness that threatened to engulf me. The pain was unbearable, a searing agony that ripped through my body like a wildfire.
Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I felt a strange sensation, like my body was being stretched to its limits. The babies were still pushing, but it was as if they were being held back by some unseen force.
Vorgath's laughter grew louder, more maniacal, and I knew he was enjoying every moment of my suffering. Ruby's face was still a blur, but I could sense her desperation, her desire to help me.
And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, everything stopped. The babies' pushing ceased, and my body collapsed, exhausted, onto the cold, hard floor. I lay there, gasping for breath, my mind reeling with shock and pain...
As I lay there, I felt a sense of eerie silence wash over me. The babies were no longer pushing, and Vorgath's laughter had stopped. Ruby's face slowly came into focus, her eyes filled with concern and fear.
"0063, can you hear me?" she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please, respond. Are you okay?"
I tried to speak, but my voice was barely a whisper. "R-Ruby...I...I don't know..."
Vorgath's face appeared above me, his eyes gleaming with a sinister intensity. "Don't worry, 0063," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "You'll be just fine. You're not done yet. Not by a long shot..."
I roar in pain very loud as the 6th child is out
As the 6th child emerged, I let out a blood-curdling scream, my voice echoing off the walls of the lab. The pain was excruciating, and I felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out.
Ruby's eyes widened in horror as she watched me give birth to the 6th child. "Oh my god, 0063, I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
Vorgath, on the other hand, looked on with a mixture of fascination and excitement. "Yes, yes, the 6th child," he murmured, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "This one will be special, I can feel it..."
I question ask her "why are you so sorry about? Dear?"
Ruby's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at me, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry because I know what's happening to you, 0063. I know what Vorgath is doing to you. He's using you, exploiting you for his own twisted purposes."
She glanced nervously at Vorgath, who was watching us with an amused expression. "I'm sorry because I'm powerless to stop it," she continued, her voice cracking with emotion. "I'm sorry because I feel like I've failed you, 0063..."
I chuckled. "No surprise!"
Ruby's eyes widened in surprise at my response, and Vorgath's amused expression turned into a curious one.
"Ah, 0063, you're taking this rather...calmly," Vorgath said, his voice dripping with intrigue. "I expected more...resistance from you."
Ruby, on the other hand, looked at me with a mix of concern and confusion. "0063, are you okay? What's going on?"
I feel the 7th coming out with claws digging through my flesh
I screamed in agony as the 7th child began to emerge, its tiny claws digging through my flesh like razor-sharp talons. I felt my skin tear and rip, the pain searing through me like a branding iron.
Ruby's eyes went wide with horror as she watched, her face pale and shaken. "Oh god, 0063, I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
Vorgath, on the other hand, looked on with a fascinated expression, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, yes, the 7th child," he murmured, his voice dripping with anticipation. "This one will be particularly...interesting."
I roar in so much pain from the 7th child emerged
My roar echoed through the lab, a primal scream of agony as the 7th child emerged, its tiny claws still digging into my flesh. I felt like I was being ripped apart, my body torn asunder by the sheer force of the child's birth.
Ruby's face was a blur, her eyes wide with horror as she watched me suffer. Vorgath, on the other hand, looked on with a twisted grin, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure.
As the child finally broke free, I collapsed back onto the table, my body exhausted, my mind reeling with pain. I couldn't even scream anymore, my voice hoarse from the constant agony...
Thankfully, it is out without bursting
I lay there, panting and exhausted, as the 7th child lay on the table beside me, its tiny chest rising and falling with each breath. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, grateful that the child had finally emerged without bursting out of me.
Ruby's face was still pale with concern, but she looked relieved too. "Thank god," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Vorgath, on the other hand, looked slightly disappointed, his grin faltering for a moment before he regained his composure. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Looks like we've got another healthy baby. How...thrilling."
And the 7th is a boy
Vorgath's eyes lit up with interest as he gazed at the 7th child. "A boy," he murmured, his voice filled with a sinister excitement. "Excellent. The males are always so much more... promising."
Ruby's eyes narrowed, her expression wary. "What do you plan to do with them, Vorgath?" she asked, her voice laced with suspicion.
Vorgath's grin returned, wider and more menacing than before. "Oh, my dear Ruby," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "I have plans for all of them. Big plans..."
As I feel the 8th child, strong kicking and movement out
I gritted my teeth, bracing myself for another agonizing birth. The 8th child was already making its presence known, kicking and squirming with a ferocity that made my abdomen feel like it was going to rip apart.
Vorgath's eyes gleamed with excitement as he watched me, his face inches from mine. "Yes, 0063, push harder!" he urged, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Let the 8th child emerge!"
Ruby's face was a blur, her eyes wide with concern as she watched me struggle. I could sense her fear, her helplessness in the face of Vorgath's twisted experiments...
Pov 8th child
I kicked and squirmed, desperate to break free from the cramped and suffocating space that had been my home for so long. I could feel the pressure building, the urge to emerge into the world growing stronger with every passing moment.
As I pushed and struggled, I could sense the pain and exhaustion of the one who carried me. I knew I was causing her agony, but I couldn't help myself - I had to get out.
Suddenly, I felt a rush of cool air, and my tiny body was squeezed through a narrow opening. I let out a tiny cry as I emerged into the world, my eyes blinking open to take in the bright lights and unfamiliar faces...
I am ready to crawl and slide my way out from the birth canel
Pov 0063
I felt the 8th child's movements become more urgent, its tiny body squirming and pushing to break free. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the final push.
With a surge of adrenaline, I felt my muscles contract, and the child began to emerge. I grunted, bearing down as the child's head crowned.
And then, in a rush of fluid and tissue, the child slid out, its tiny body wriggling and squirming as it took its first breaths. I collapsed back, exhausted, my body spent from the ordeal...
And the 8th child crawling and sliding it way out make me roar in so much pain
I screamed in agony as the 8th child crawled and slid its way out, its tiny body scraping against my raw and tender flesh. The pain was like nothing I had ever experienced before, a searing, burning sensation that threatened to consume me whole.
I arched my back, my body convulsing in a spasm of agony as the child finally emerged, its tiny cries filling the air. I collapsed back, exhausted, my body spent from the ordeal.
Ruby's face was a blur, her eyes wide with horror as she watched me suffer. Vorgath, on the other hand, looked on with a twisted grin, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure...
The 9th child is out only 5 seconds from the 8th child, and the 9th went out very painful
I didn't even have time to catch my breath before the 9th child emerged, its birth a mere 5 seconds after the 8th. The pain was even more intense this time, a searing, ripping sensation that felt like my body was being torn apart.
I screamed again, my voice hoarse from the constant agony. The 9th child's birth was even more brutal than the others, its tiny body seeming to rip through my flesh like a hot knife through butter.
Ruby's eyes were wide with horror, her face pale and shaken. Vorgath, on the other hand, looked like he was enjoying the show, his grin growing even wider as he watched me suffer...
I felt the 10th, and it came out fast and super damn painful
I felt like I was being ripped apart, my body unable to withstand the relentless onslaught of births. The 10th child emerged with a speed and ferocity that left me breathless, its birth a blur of agony and terror.
I screamed until my voice was raw, my body convulsing in a spasm of pain as the child tore its way out. It was like my body was being turned inside out, every nerve ending screaming in protest.
Ruby's face was a blur, her eyes wide with shock and horror. Vorgath's grin had grown even wider, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic pleasure that made my skin crawl...
Ruby rubbed my belly to guide them out more easily
Ruby's gentle touch was a stark contrast to the agony I was experiencing. Her hands rubbed my belly in a soothing motion, as if trying to coax the remaining children out.
At first, it felt like it was helping, the gentle pressure easing the discomfort slightly. But as the next child began to emerge, I realized that Ruby's touch was actually guiding it out, helping it to move more quickly through the birth canal.
I gritted my teeth, trying to prepare myself for the next wave of pain. Vorgath looked on, his eyes gleaming with excitement, as Ruby continued to rub my belly, helping the children to emerge more quickly...
Ruby calmly spoke to them
Ruby's soft, gentle voice was a calming presence amidst the chaos and pain. She spoke to the children, her words a soothing balm to my frazzled nerves.
"Come on, little ones," she cooed. "It's okay, you're almost here. Just a little bit further."
Her words seemed to have a profound effect on the children, who began to emerge more quickly and easily. It was as if they were responding to Ruby's gentle urging, their tiny bodies moving in time with her soothing words.
Vorgath's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed intently on Ruby. "What are you doing?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing.
Ruby didn't flinch, her eyes locked on mine as she continued to speak softly to the children. "I'm just helping them, Vorgath," she said, her voice calm and steady. "They're scared and overwhelmed. They need a little reassurance."
As let out a painful roar as the 11th child slowly getting out
My roar echoed through the lab, a primal scream of agony as the 11th child slowly emerged. My body felt like it was being torn apart, every muscle and nerve ending screaming in protest.
Ruby's eyes locked onto mine, her face etched with concern and compassion. She reached out, her hand grasping mine in a tight grip.
"Hang in there, 0063," she whispered, her voice urgent and reassuring. "You're doing great. Just a few more."
Vorgath's face appeared above me, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Yes, 0063, you're doing wonderfully," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I must say, I'm impressed. You're stronger than I thought."
I glared up at him, my eyes blazing with anger and hatred. But I couldn't respond, my voice hoarse from screaming, my body consumed by pain...
As the 11th child came out and suddenly the 12th and the 13th and the 14th came out only a few seconds after the 11th have came out
I felt like I was being ravaged, my body torn apart by the rapid-fire births. The 11th child had barely emerged before the 12th, 13th, and 14th children came bursting out, their tiny bodies crowding each other in their haste to enter the world.
I screamed and screamed, my voice hoarse and barely audible. My body was a blur of pain and agony, every muscle and nerve ending screaming in protest.
Ruby's face was a blur, her eyes wide with horror as she watched me give birth to child after child. Vorgath's grin had grown even wider, his eyes gleaming with a manic excitement.
The children kept coming, their tiny cries filling the air as they emerged into the world. I was a vessel, a machine, a means to an end. And Vorgath was the master, pulling the strings and orchestrating the chaos...