Inside the black warmth of her divine mother’s womb, Tirna experiences a calm the likes of which she had never felt before. No, that isn’t quit right. For she had felt this way before she had been born, when the most primordial of her feelings gave her nothing but the most comfort and the most love befor seh could even conceive of the concepts. That was what life in the womb was, and to grant something this feeling when they are cognizant of its warmth and genuine love is the greatest of feats that a goddess could surely provide.
She cannot see inside the body of her divine mother, but she knows that they are moving. To where, of course, she doesn’t know. But she lets herself curl up into that fetal ball, nuzzling against herself as the warmth and love envelops her, taking her away from this life and into another, one charged with the divine energy that is sure to be something far greater than she could ever conceive of.
—
Xasandra lands on the mountaintop, taking her majestic dragon form, which is much more suited for carrying something of the size of Tirna within her. She walks along the entrance to her cave, when she stops, sniffing the air and pausing.
“You can come out now,” she says. “I won’t bite, unless you want me to.”
From the darkness of the cave, there emerges another dragon whose scales are that of a deep rose. She eyes the goddess, her own wings draped over her shoulders like a regal cloak. “I seem to have come at a bad time?”
“There’s no such thing,” Xasandra coos. “Of course, I must warn you that I already have a seed growing within me. It’ll take awhile before she’s ready to come out, Straiesha.”
“Yes, I’m sure,” responds thes pink dragon, stepping past the goddess and sitting upon the cliff, looking ofver the divine domain.
Xasandra steps up beside the other dragon, sitting behind her, looming over her with her much more massive size. “So, what news has the council have that they’d send a member like you to my domain? It must take a lot of power, not to mention wealth from their hoards, to send someone here.”
“I’m not here on behalf of the council,” Straiesha says. “I’ve come to speak with you.”
“Well, isn’t this a rare treat,’ the goddess coos. “And why would you want to converse with a ‘traitor’ like me?”
“I don’t see you like that.” Straiesha says.”
“No?” Says Xasandra, resting her head upon the other dragon’s horns. “But I gave up my status as a mortal dragon. I forsook my place among the council. I’ve joined the ranks of the divine they so desperatrely want to call themselves better than.”
“They’re foolish,” Straiesha says,” They claim they want to preserve this world, but they only seek to stagnate it.”
“Oh, is this because you’re a horny dragon?” Xasandra says. “All of our kind want to fuck. It’s only natural.”
“I’ve tried to explain that to them!” Straiesha snarls, but they won’t give the other beings a chance. Why, because they are not related to dragon-kind?”
Xasandra coos and sits next to her, gazing over the domain. “If that’s all there is, I have been championing a solution to that for a while now.”
“I know, and that’s why I’m here.” Straiesha says. “I want magic to be passed down by generations. I want the smaller, shorter-lived races to have a happy existence, and I wan t them to live how they’d want it—not how that council deems it necessary.”
“Passing down magical knowledge through family lines? Why, that’s quite discordant of you, isn’t it? YOu could cause a lot of trouble like that, but it’s easily doable, if you join the ranks of the divine, yoruself.”
Straeisha snarls at that. “No. After what you had to do to become a goddess, why would I even consider such a thing!”
Xasandra chuckles slightly, patting her stomach. “Well, let’s not get too heated. It will be too much for the new rebirth inside me,” she says. “We don’t want to give this new one any nightmares.
She flutters her eyes, smirking at Straiesha, “But, we could give her a little something special, if you want. Come back and see me when she’s ready to come out.”
“And when might that be, oh divine being?”
—
Tirna stirs and stretches, only to find that she has hit resistance. She plants her palmst against the side of the rounded walls around her, swirling around in the dark warmth that had been her home for who knows how long. Suddenly, thenshe feels something happening around her, but what it is, she cannot tell.
Beyond her home, Xasandra lays upon the ground, her hind legs spread, her rear risen. And before her stands the more humanoid-shaped Straiesha, holding her hands out wide. The pink dragoness narrows her gaze as the vagina walls open and spread, the white egg crowning, glistening with teh juices of delight.
“Here she comes!” Straiesha says. “It looks alright!
With a nod, the goddess grunts, and the egg plops out of her, so easily as to show how often the goddess has granted new life to this world. It tumbles out, knocking the pink dragonesss over, laying heavily upon her chest.
Xasandra stands up, taking on the more humanoid aspect that Tirna was familiar with and presses her body up against the form, stroking her hands over the egg, nuzzling it. “Oh, Straiesha, the things we’re going to do to this new rebirth… we’re going to create a world so fecund… so virile. It will spread forever.”
“It’s a price we have to pay to give people the freedom they deserve, “ the pink dragoness says.
And upon saying those words, she witnesses the first of many cracks appearing on the shell.