Rebirth of the Dragonoids (TFTG)

Rebirth of the Dragonoids

A TFTG story written in collaboration with the artist All Bad Badgers

UNEDITED

CW:  Unwilling Permanent Change - Mental Changes - Pregnancy - Egg Laying - Apocalypse

 

The Colony of New Wagstaff was the crown jewel of the Canari Empire, a perfect world inhabited by many of its richest and most influential citizens. The Emperor Stiago Rex had called the terraforming of the planet the greatest act in canine history and made it the centerpiece of his centennial celebration. The history books would mark its founding as a seminal turning point of galactic history and all the galaxy would forever marvel at the technological innovation that had brought it to a habitable state!

The only issue with all of that was that New Wagstaff had not actually been terraformed by the Canari Empire…

Though Canari scientists had taken credit for the planets blue skies and lushes green fields, the true architects of the world had been a now long extinct race known only as the Dragonoids. As best as any of the researchers who had first ‘terriformed’ the plant could tell, the long gone reptilian species had set the slow process of terraforming in motion millions of years ago back when their race had been facing its final days, undoubtedly as a last ditch effort to save it from destruction. Unfortunately for the lizards, it had been too late and only recently had the agonizingly slow process finished, just in time for the up and coming Canari to claim it as their own.

All of this was of course kept carefully secret, since it would not do for any other species, least of all a bunch of prehistoric lizards to beat the Canari to create the first fully habitable world! No, while ongoing investigations into the Dragonoids would continue any finds would be first shipped off world to a conveniently desolate dust ball in a nearby system, a much more fitting final resting place for the Dragonids to be ‘discovered’ to have died out.

The unglamorous job of shipping the fragments of old buildings, bones and tools would fall to captains like Max Goodboy and his trusty cargo hauler. For a down on his luck ex fighter ace like Max, any assignment that allowed him to live the high life on a rich kids playground world like New Wagstaff was more than good enough motivation to do any number of dirty jobs.


Unfortunately for Max, chances to just relax planet side had recently become a lot less frequent as the eggheads working down in the hidden ruins had been having a field day with some sort of major breakthrough related to some sort of Dragonoid ‘last hope protocol’ presumably meant to save their people before the end came. Obviously it had failed, but the brainiacs had been slobbering all over the stuff, filling Max’s hold with crate after crate of carefully preserved egg shells and busted up old machines. It was all junk to him, but unfortunately it was junk he was being paid to haul off planet week after week with hardly a day to just kick back and soak in the New Wagstaff sun.

Max had just gotten the last shipment he was due for the next delivery and was just about ready to plug in the final pre flight check when a sharp whistle came over his radio, marking a priority 1 alert. He nearly jumped out of his skin, his body reflexively kicking back into its military instincts as his mind flashed back to the last time he had heard that sort of red alert siren. Whatever was going on, it was big and it could NOT be good!

Max ran back to the cockpit, grabbing the radio and flipping it on just as an automated message began to blare over the speakers.

“ALL SECURITY PERSONNEL, TO YOUR STATIONS! AN ALIEN THREAT HAS BEEN DETECTED IN SECTORS ALPHA, BETA, CHARLY, EPSILON…”

As the voice continued to list off each and every sector of the planets grid Max felt his blood begin to run cold. What kind of enemy could spread out this quickly and hit this suddenly without being detected by the space net sensor array!?

He flicked on the radio and began to run down his list of contacts. He started with the dig teams, but for some reason, all he got from their channel was a series of pants and moans. He then turned to the command bridge, but while he heard a few voices barking orders in the background, they too were soon drowned out by the oddly sexual panting. He kept going, growing increasingly desperate as line after line came back with nothing, but nonsensical sounds of pleasure.

“What the hell is going on around here!?” He demanded, punching his dashboard. “That’s it, whatever it is, I’m getting the fuck out of here!”

He began running the preflight checks, but just as he was about to close the hatch, a shout caught his attention from outside. He sat up in his flight chair and to his surprise saw a familiar face running across the flight deck towered his ship. The mans light brown fur was matted with sweat and something was off about his body, but Max would recognize his contact with the science team anywhere!

“Oscar?” He muttered and then turned his radio to the mands personal com channel. “Oscar, what the fuck is going on out their! Where is the rest of your team?”

The brown hair dog started and quickly turned on his com badger. “Max! Thank dog your still unchanged! Let me in then get out of here as quickly as you can!”

Max was not one to question orders, but his mind was racing as he finished the preflight process and closed the cargo bay doors behind Oscar. His ship shuddered as it took flight, still heavily loaded with cargo, but before long the blue skies of New Wagstaff darkened into the inky blackness of space and with one last roar as they broke atmosphere, the ship broke free from the planets gravitational pull and hopefully at least, whatever madness had gripped it.

Max heard the labored breathing of his unexpected companion and turned to see Oscar half walking, half staggering into the cockpit, holding his strangely bloated stomach with both paws. Max’s eyes widened as he saw that the man’s clothes had begun to tear along the seems, exposing large patches of dark brown scales forming over his normal fur. Also, though it was hard to tell for sure, it seemed like his chest had also swelled up in a way that might have looked fairly innocuous on a woman, but sure as shit looked pretty damn strange on a man!

“Doc, you look like shit! Just what the hell happened back on the planet?” Max demanded as Oscar collapsed into the copilots chair with a heavy sigh. “Where is the rest of your team!?”

“Gone.” Oscar groaned as his clothes continued to tear apart bit by bit. “All gone…”

“Their dead!?” Max demanded, staring in horror at the rapidly selling dog man before him. “How? What killed them?”

“Not dead…” Oscar began to pant again as the scales spread over more and more of his fur. “Quite the opposite in fact.” His eyes flashed yellow behind his safety goggles, revealing a pair of slit pupils. “Their… Full of life. The Last Hope Protocol… The Dragonoid plan to save their species… It was never meant to be activated before the terraforming finished.” He winces and hisses as one by one his teeth lengthen into sharp fangs. Max began to push back way from the transforming dog, but the cockpit was too small for him to get very far.

With a ripping sound Oscar’s pants and shirt tour open, revealing a very feminine and VERY pregnant Dragonoid body underneath! Max screamed, but he was to parilized with fear to do anything more then push himself as far back into the cockpits window as he could. Oscar hissed and ripped the arm from his chair before turning his transforming, lizard like head to stare at Max as between his, now her legs an egg began to crown. “They knew someone would come for their world eventually… They knew we would not be able to help ourselves… That we would touch things…” She groaned as a huge dragon egg slid slowly out of her body and onto the soft leather of the co-pilot's chair. “They were counting on it… To be reborn.”

“This is impossible!” Max screamed, but already he was starting to feel a fullness growing inside of him. He looked down in horror to see sky blue scales poking through rips in his uniform. “No, this can’t be happening!”

“I’m so sorry Max…” Oscar groaned as another egg began to follow the first out of her new vagina. “I thought if I got far enough away… The changes would stop or… Reverse.” She moaned as the second egg plopped down next to the first and a third began to force its way out. “Instead… I think I… We are just going to be spreading it out further.”

“We?” Max whimpered as his chest pushed out into a pair of heavy breasts and his belly began to grow full and round. “You mean… I’m going to be…”

“A mother.” Oscar nodded, voice tinged with a mix of regret and growing maternal care. “Congratulations… It’s a new day for the Dragonoid’s.” She reached down to help the fourth egg out of her body while Max struggled in vain to keep the first of his from tearing though her uniform. “Happy mothers day.”

The Beginning?