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Myra shielded her eyes, looking over the flat, sandy ground into the distance. The sun beat down all around her, the air shimmering as heat reflected off of the earth. Luckily, the hippogryph's white feathers on her top half deflected most of the heat. Her lower half was sweaty; the short fur there didn't do much to keep her cool. The fur there was white as well, and short. As hippogryphs went, she was lean and small, though still well proportioned. Because of the heat, she was wearing little: a short skirt-like piece of fabric and a light shirt that did little but cover her breasts.

She took another swig of water, taking care not to spill a drop from her beak. Out here, diamonds, gold, and nothing else precious mattered. Water was the only wealth. She had a lot of it, to be sure of making it across the desert, many times what a normal person would need. "Just to be safe," she murmured to herself. Looking down, she rubbed her swollen belly. Everyone had advised against her going. A pregnant hen, out in the desert alone? Foolishness, they had said. Myra wasn't deterred though. She was going to get to the city on the other side of the desert, where she could raise her children far more easily than the place she was leaving behind.

Due to a quirk of hippogryphs, there was a clutch of eggs inside Myra, not any live children, not yet at least. She wasn't due to lay for near a week yet, and her destination was now only two days of travel away, with another five behind her. It would be close but not so close that she had to worry herself. She pressed down on her belly, feeling the hard shapes inside her, almost ready to come out into the world.

With a sigh, she continued on, trudging across the vast expanse. The last bit of shade was quite some distance behind her. Myra was much slower than most, and though she had prepared for a long trip, she still pushed herself. Besides carrying far more supplies and water than she needed, she also had the heavy clutch inside her to deal with. Any other traveller would have outstripped her easily, part of the reason she wished to come alone. Spending the whole trip being a burden had not been an enticing prospect.

The desert was all but featureless in every direction, with few plants and none of them useful. They were low, tough bushes, the kind that wouldn't be fazed by years of drought. Here and there there was the odd tree, none alive, with bare branches clawing at the sky. They gave little respite from the sun. The scholars in her old town said that this used to be the seat of a great empire, back when the rains still came here. Myra didn't know if that was true, but neither did she care. She knew how to navigate with the sun, and the ground was hard beneath her hooves. That was all that mattered to one crossing the vast expanse.

Slowly, the sun moved overhead, afternoon coming quickly. Very aware how fast the light was leaving, Myra tried to balance that against the distance still left to go. Every step she took today was one less she'd have to do tomorrow, and one closer to reaching the relative safety of civilisation. She began to look for twigs or plants that could be used to make a fire. Desert nights were bitterly cold, the kind that penetrated all of the blankets she had brought. Even a small fire was better than none.

The hippogryph scanned the area around her, seeing a small pile of jumbled rocks a ways to her right. They weren't even waist high, but better than nothing. She trudged closer to them, the precious moments before nightfall ticking away. Not wanting to make a fire in the dark, she moved more quickly, reaching the little feature in the desert. It was barely worth noticing, but there were a few dead plants growing between the rocks. She pulled them up gratefully, adding a few of her own precious twigs and tinder, building her small fire next to the rocks. With luck, they would absorb some of the warmth of the flames and reflect it back in the night.

Soon enough, there was a small blaze crackling away. It wouldn't last for more than an hour or two, but she could live with that. The sun set beneath the horizon, letting the stars come into view overhead. Myra sighed, stretching her sore legs and hooves, back against some of the stones. As she looked up, then back at the fire, she noticed something. The rocks that she was currently resting against weren't put there by nature, as she had thought. Time had worn them and rounded their edges, but they formed a right angle, like the corner of a wall to a building that had otherwise fallen long ago.

"An old ruin," Myra said to her eggs, rubbing her belly. "Maybe those scholars were right, hm?" She picked one of the stones up, the rock still roughly rectangular. "A piece of history," she mused, placing it back where she had found it. This place had been here for hundreds of years; she wouldn't have it degrade further on her account.

While she still had the light from the fire, Myra rummaged through her pack, bringing out a little dried meat. She snapped at it with her beak. It was tough and hard but the mother-to-be needed the strength. As she gnawed at the strip, Myra watched the fire go down, the sticks turning to charcoal and the charcoal to ash. All too soon, there were only embers, glowing softly.

The night chill seemed to press in as soon as the fire died, Myra shivering after only a minute. She pressed close against the still-warm stones, wrapping every blanket she had around her body. "You're fine as long as I'm fine," she told the eggs, speaking softly. "You're warm in there. It's out here that I need to worry about." One reason that she had to move quickly was the desert nights. She had planned a few days extra but if the eggs came while she was still a night away...well, they almost certainly wouldn't be able to survive the chill, not when it was this cold.

"No need to worry about that," Myra told herself. "You're going to make it in time, easily. Few days to rest, and then the clutch will come. Yes..."

Comforted by the thought, she firmly put herself to bed, watching the bright stars before closing her eyes. Tomorrow would be another long day of walking, and she needed to rest.

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The hippogryph woke early, as she was wont to do. The fire had long since gone cold, not even embers remaining. The sun had not yet risen, but there was the characteristic lightening of the sky that signalled an approaching down. At any rate, Myra was shivering in her blankets, the chill of the night air not having left yet. She stood with a groan, using the wall to help herself up; even standing wasn't that easy while this heavily gravid. Still with the blankets wrapped around her, she began to pace quick circles around her little campsite to warm herself up.

Once Myra had stopped shaking with the cold, she bent with difficulty over the fire, removing a half-burnt stick that could serve in the next night's fire. "Waste not, want not," she told her eggs. "Can't complain of the cold if I don't take the firewood with me!"

Scraping off the ash as best as she could, the hippogryph added it to the little wooden bundle in her pack, taking out another strip of meat while she was at it. After thinking for a minute, she took a second as well, stomach growling. She should be at the city by tomorrow evening; she could afford to be a little less strict with her rations at this point. "All your fault," she said to her belly as she ate the food quickly, wishing she could have even more. Not yet though. Myra could feast when she left the desert.

Her few meagre possessions were packed and in her bag quickly enough, Myra swinging them onto her back as she looked at the sun, the top just peaking of the horizon. Beak slightly parted in an avian smile, she watched the desert sunrise, the orb red and fiery as it cleared the boundary of sky and land. Knowing that it would soon get very hot though, she turned in the direction she had been heading, orientating herself with the newly risen sun. "Another day of walking then," she said with a sigh, rubbing her belly again for luck before setting off.

Her hooves ate up the distance, the small ruin that had given her shelter vanishing from sight soon enough. The sun was as hot as ever, beating down, and Myra had to slow her pace around the middle of the day, resting frequently and taking many sips of her precious water. When the sun was directly overhead, she stopped and sat. There was nothing in sight that would provide shade so she put a blanket over her head and arms. It was uncomfortably hot, but better than being exposed.

As the hippogryph waited for the afternoon to come and the hottest part of the day to pass, she noticed a breeze. It was all hot air, playing through her feathers, ruffling them slightly and making her tail flick. She looked south, in the direction the wind was coming from. "Oh, no."

At the horizon, still a fair distance away, there was a bank of towering, black clouds. Myra stood at once, looking that way with dread. Desert storms like this one came quickly. They rarely had much rain, if any, but the winds could be fierce, and there was the lightning to consider. If it brought a sandstorm with it too...

Myra gulped and stood, heedless of the midday sun, and began to set out. She wasn't going to find the city today, that was certain, but she certainly needed some kind of shelter. Something better than a waist high piece of wall too. She put her hands protectively on her egg-filled belly; this had gotten dangerous very suddenly. If she didn't make it, neither would her eggs.

The pace she set for herself was quick and tiring, but there was no other choice. The breeze turned into a wind, slowly growing in strength. The hippogryph found her eyes flicking to the storm regularly, gulping with a dry throat as she saw it come closer and closer. It was kind of pretty. The clouds were dark and the face of the storm was twisted into towering spires and pillars that reflected the sun. Beautiful, but dangerous.

With every step, the horizon and surrounding area was scanned, looking for any building, ruin, or landmark that could provide the slightest protection. Anything was better than being left naked in the storm. The wind began to pick up little grains of sand, whipping them against Myra with stinging force. She ignored them, but they were a hint of what was to come if she didn't find shelter.

The thunder of the storm was audible now, if only barely. Slight rumbles sounded in the distance, just at the lower bound of the hippogryph's hearing but getting louder. The shadow beneath the storm was in stark contrast to the rest of the sunlit desert.

"Come on, come on," Myra muttered desperately to herself. Perhaps she could deal with the sand, but the wind and the lightning, those were much greater dangers. She gulped again, squinting to look as far ahead as she could, almost running forwards. And then she saw it. There! It was all but a blob on the horizon but seemed like a building, an actual building. Whatever it was, it was big and much, much better than nothing. Glancing back at the storm, Myra began to run or as best she could with her clutch heavy inside her.

It turned into a race. The storm swept in from the south as the hippogryph moved east, towards the thing she had seen from afar. As she grew closer, panting, the air turned cooler and the sky darker. The wind picked up in strength, whistling past her head and pushing insistently at her side. It was another ruin, she saw, but one much greater and grander, and in much better condition, than the one she had sheltered with last night. This one had a large building, mostly still standing, with large columns and pillars toppled around it, half buried in the dirt and sand.

They were carved or engraved with something but Myra didn't have time to look, rushing past as quickly as she could. She only just made it. The door to the ruin gaped in front of her and just before she reached it the wind picked up, slamming into her with a roar as thunder boomed, seemingly directly overhead. The hippogryph staggered, almost knocked off her feet by the force of the gale as she looked up, the shadow of the storm making everything dark. Thunder reverberated around her again, lightning flashing around her as she entered the ruin.

The thick stone walls cut off the wind almost at once, Myra letting out a gasp of relief as she put her back to the stone, sliding down it. She was breathing heavily, legs trembling after the long run here. The roof was partially collapsed, making a few piles of rubble, but also letting her see out. The ruin didn't do much to dull the sound of thunder, nor did it stop the flash of the lightning above. Still, it was safe in here, out of the wind and with little chance of being struck.

Now that there was no mortal danger, Myra looked around in the dim light with interest. Whatever this place had been when it was new, it would have been grand indeed. The hall she was in branched off into other rooms, the walls still mostly intact even if the roof wasn't. The inside of the ruin was carved as well, reliefs and engravings decorating the stone blocks. Most were stylised scenes and depictions that Myra didn't really understand. She supposed that they depicted events in the history of the people that had built the place.

There was what she supposed was writing as well, though not any tongue that she was familiar with. It curled around the walls as if there was a pattern, but one beyond her understanding. She ran her hands along one of the carvings, the markings cut deep into the stone. The wind whistled and moaned through cracks and holes in the walls. Myra glanced up again as more lightning flashed overhead, following her as she wandered deeper into the ruin.

The flashes of light from the storm continued to illuminate the bass carvings on the walls, Myra looking over them with interest as she walked around, hands on her belly. The rooms led into one another in a wide circle, gradually leading her to the centre of the ruin. "It's in good shape," she said to her clutch, musing on a long series of carvings. It seemed to depict some battle or other, with a few dozen figures on each side. As she moved down the panels, figures were added to the pile of prone bodies until only one was left, this last one seeming to be crowned in the final carving.

"Wish you could see this," she said wistfully, patting her belly. "Maybe we could come back someday; if we could find this place again."

Turning away from the carvings, she walked into the next room and gasped. This was the most intact part of the ruins yet. The walls and roof were cracked and the wind blew through, but it was otherwise closed to the elements. The floor appeared to be fine sand, different from the coarser stuff outside. At the other end of the room though, there was an altar. The carvings in the stone grew more numerous around it, but it was what lay on it that entranced Myra.

Riches were heaped upon the stone table. There were lumps of gold and silver ore, as well as more refined ingots and coins. Some of the precious metal had been worked into platters, goblets, or even armour. Jewels and gems were scattered about as well, cut and uncut, some set into jewelry or simply laying on the table.

Myra gaped at it, open mouthed. It was a hundred lifetimes worth of treasure! Just sitting here, unguarded! Her eye caught a ruby the size of her fist. As lightning flashed again from outside, it glowed in reflected light. The hippogryph shook herself out of her stupor. "How is this here?" she asked nobody softly. Perhaps the desert was rarely travelled here, but the thought that she was the only person to find this place was impossible. Others would have certainly come here. Why would they leave all of this here? Does it belong to someone, and more importantly, when will they return?

That thought made the hen look over her shoulder quickly, sure someone was suddenly behind her. There was no one. She took a deep breath. If there was someone here, she hadn't found them yet, and the storm would prevent anyone from coming to this place for at least the next few hours. She had time. Myra glanced at the treasure again. It seemed to glow with an enticing light, promising riches and comfort for her and her clutch.

Myra strongly disapproved of stealing, but this treasure seemed to beckon her with its unguardedness. Her sharp eyes found the large gems, the old coins that still shone metallically. Just a handful of that would set her up for life in the city, and probably her children for a good long while as well. All she had to do was take it...

She glanced around again, seeing no one, but noticing the carving directly opposite the altar for the first time. It was a bass relief of a stern creature, looking down on her implacably. It was the same thing in many of the other carvings, and the creature she had seen being crowned before. Her living eyes met its carved ones and Myra gulped, breaking the gaze quickly. "Just a carving," she muttered, then turned back to the altar. Her mind was made up.

"Just a little," she muttered, tapping the straps of the bag she carried. "Just a little in my pack...gods know I don't need more weight."

She stepped out onto the fine sand, hoof sinking into a little. As Myra did, she noticed again that her step was now the only blemish on the surface. Despite the wind, the rest of the stretch of sand was perfectly smooth. She felt uneasy, a nameless foreboding seeming to hang in the air between her and the altar. Ignoring it, Myra began to walk quickly across the room, eyes drinking in the shine in front of her as her mind thought of all the things she could do with this money.

At first, she mistook the sudden glow around her for another lightning strike, but this glow didn't fade. It shone out from the carvings on the walls, Myra stopping dead in her tracks as the writing that she didn't recognise began to glow. The hippogryph's beak fell open as she realised it was mystical. Magic... Against that, she had no protection. That was the province of kings and wealthy men far away; what was it doing here?!

The glow spread, the sand at her hooves beginning to ripple ominously. A sudden growl tore through the air, Myra spinning to see the eyes of the carving glowing and dust falling from the ceiling above her. Thoroughly terrified now, Myra lifted her leg in preparation to begin running. That was when there was another flare of light from the magic around her.

The sand surged up, Myra letting out a surprised squawk as she was suddenly lifted off her feet, eyes flicking back to the carving in fear. Her hands jumped to her belly again but they were pushed away as the sand coated her to her shoulders. It seemed alive, pushing and shoving at her arms, yanking the bag off of her shoulder. "Help!" the hippogryph screamed, the word bouncing off the stone, but it was covered almost at once as thunder boomed again.

Glow intensifying around her, the sand manipulated Myra, not ungently but with an irresistible force to it. The magic in the granules forced her to her knees, right front of the altar, facing the treasure, then made her go onto all fours. The magic grew so bright that Myra had to close her eyes, the glare still visible through her eyelids as she felt some of the sand vanish.

The light died. Myra instantly opened her eyes, crying out again in a squawk and trying to move. Her arms, from the elbows down, were free but everything else was encased in the sand still. Except...not sand anymore. Sandstone. The hippogryph tried to yank her body free but everything seemed to be immobilised. Even her hooves were frozen. The wind picked up again howling through the stones and to Myra's horror, she felt it between her legs. Trying to twist and see, the hippogryph gave a mortified squawk. The sand was holding her tail away, but had left her sex exposed! What of her clothes? As she looked around, Myra saw tattered scraps of cloth around her: the remnants of what she'd been wearing.

Her sex and tailhole weren't the only things left bare. Thankfully, her head, neck, and lower arms were as well, but the sand had also spared her breasts, hanging heavy beneath the hippogryph as she squirmed in the rock's grip. It wasn't too uncomfortable. The sandstone supported her belly and most of her weight, and she was able to breath without difficulty.

Taking a deep breath, she knew that it was hopeless but she had to try anyway. "Help!" she yelled. The word was taken by the wind before it had even left the room, but that didn't matter. There was no one within a day's travel anyway; she was stuck. A little desperate, she yelled it again. Bending with her beak, she tried to use the sharp end to score a groove into the sandstone. It worked, at first; her beak scraped around a deep valley into the sandstone around her arm, but the sand flowed again, fixing the damage that she made.

"Fuck," she moaned, straining and struggling again. What was going to happen to her? To her clutch? If no one came here, if the magic didn't release her... Well, that didn't bear thinking about. Could magic like this survive ages in the desert? If not, maybe there was hope. Someone could come and let her go. She could explain that this was all a mistake, that she wasn't meant to be here! Myra's eyes found the treasure again. Would anyone believe that, when she was stuck in a trap obviously meant to capture would-be thieves?

Perhaps they would have mercy, or take pity on her, considering how swollen her belly was. She gulped, listening to the storm and settling in. It might be a while.

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The storm only lasted a few hours, but it was evening when it finally passed. The wind died away. It didn't get much brighter as night began to fall. It was cold again, but the sandstone was good at keeping the heat in so she didn't get too cold. There was no way for the hippogryph to reach her blanket, but most of her was covered anyway. Her sex, arms, and face were exposed and they got cool quickly, but the shelter helped. The building was well constructed and the stones kept the heat of the day for a while, warming the inside.

Myra tried to escape again, futilely. Any damage that she managed to do with her beak was instantly repaired and she couldn't break free any other way. Luckily, her bag was in reach. It was difficult with her arms partly bound but she opened it, taking out the food and water. Nibbling on the dried meat, she took a sip of water. There was enough of both for maybe another week, but there were the eggs to consider...

Night fell properly, darkness surrounding Myra. There was a little bit of illumination though; now that it was dark, she could see a little glow about the treasure, no doubt another security mechanism in place. That made her feel even worse. Even if she'd avoided the sand, no doubt that trap would have caught her.

With the food and water, she could last a little while here. Maybe the magic will just dissipate? The sun rose the next day and Myra was still trapped. She yelled out again as the sun rose, but there was no one to answer and her cries for help just echoed around the building, unheard. Again, she ate some of her dwindling meat, sipping at the water and rationing both carefully. Not walking, in the cool building, she could stretch the water a bit longer. She was very aware of the eggs though, sitting heavily in her belly. The longer she spent here, the more likely it was that they'd be lain here. And she wouldn't be able to protect or warm them here. With these cold nights...she shuddered in the sandstone.

The second day passed in the same manner as the first, Myra still trapped and unable to move from her kneeling position. She ate and drank sparingly again but there was no escape. Night, the second one, fell later, the hippogryph still trapped. As the second dawn brightened the world outside, she began to struggle again, throwing herself from side to side in the sandstone. "Help!" The screech was her most powerful one yet as she tried to stand, panting from the exertion.

There was a crack in the sandstone but it sealed itself quickly, a plaintive moan sounding as Myra gave up. She had to get out of here! She blinked back tears, breathing deeply to try and calm herself. "Someone will come," she said to the empty room, trying to control the anxiety in her chest, breasts heaving below her. She distracted herself with drinking and eating a little more, but her belly was tied up in knots, tight with worry.

By the shape of the shadows, she could tell when the sun was directly overhead, but the stone room stayed fairly cool. The tightness in her belly wasn't going away; if anything, it was growing. Suddenly, when she was reaching for a little more food, a spasm ran through her and the hippogryph gasped. Her belly tightened to the point of pain as her womb clamped down. Labour, she was in labour. "No," she gasped, trying to stop it. "Not yet! Not here..."

Another contraction ran through her but Myra fought it, not willing to start laying here. She couldn't! If she did, the clutch wouldn't survive the night... She clenched her beak, not sure what the plan was but she couldn't give up the hope that she could get out. Myra had to try. The sun moved overhead, the contractions becoming more and more frequent and powerful. The hippogryph moaned, shaking her head, feeling the egg closest to her cervix begin to move, forced against the entrance to her womb. She gasped, trying to stop it as it began to spread her, the hard-shelled egg being squeezed down on instinctively.

Myra's beak clicked as she let out a small screech, the egg forcing the entrance of her womb wide as it slipped into her tunnel. Gasps left her beak as her sex stretched around the egg but she resisted the urge to clench and squeeze down on it. If she didn't, maybe she could stop it!

Every instinct that she had was urging her to help and lay the egg but Myra overruled that impulse, keeping herself relaxed and refusing to push at the orb inside her. The contractions, however, she couldn't stop. The other eggs bumped against one another as her womb contracted, but it also began to push the first egg down her tunnel, much as she tried to prevent it. With all her focus on her sex, she didn't notice the slight scuffing sounds behind her. Relax, she told herself. D-don't push...

Even in the middle of laying, Myra couldn't miss the giggle from behind her. She let out a surprised squawk, trying to twist and see but crying out instead. In her surprise, the hippogryph wasn't ready for her next contraction. This time her sex seized on the egg, pushing it firmly along her tunnel, closer to her entrance. The giggle happened again as the person making the sounds stepped onto the sand. Myra half expected the sand to trap them too, but there was no magical glow as the footsteps crunched softly.

A panting Myra looked up, beak dropping open as she spotted the person. It was a slim, female canine, covered from head to toe in white fabric that seemed to glow in the gloom. There was a veil over her lower face to protect her muzzle from the sand but she was festooned with gold, chains and bangles hanging from her wrists and neck. The white fabric was thin and the shape of the canine's body was clearly visible, her breasts pressing out from beneath.

"Well, well," she said, her voice soft and musical. "A trespasser..." She reached up and dropped her veil, letting Myra see that she was some kind of desert jackal, or something similar, with sandy fur. The jackal's eyes were bright but hard, and Myra didn't like the predatory smile on her face. "What are you doing here?"

"Took shelter from...the storm," Myra gasped. "Please...my egg...I'm laying...!"

"Oh, I can see," the jackal smiled, but she didn't move at once. "I am Priestess Nyheri, guardian of this temple. Well, one of them." She got to her feet, moving around Myra to her rear.

Myra opened her mouth to say her own name but all that came out was a moan as the egg was pushed further, the tip poking free of her folds. "I see it," Nyheri said, sounding rather calm and disinterested. "Keep pushing."

The hippogryph gave another squawking moan as fingers suddenly pushed into her folds, spreading them further. Her protesting squawk was ignored and she didn't have the opportunity to speak as another contraction made her clench, forcing the egg to crest. A strangled groan left her beak, feeling her entrance stretch tightly around the egg. She gave another tremendous push and the egg slipped out, into the waiting hands of Nyheri.

Myra panted, able to rest for a moment as the jackal brought the egg to Myra's head. The hippogryph looked at it, a little amazed. It looked smaller than it felt, with a slick surface from her body. "Beautiful egg," Nyheri said, still sounding disinterested.

"Please, keep it safe, and warm," Myra panted. "Just...just as I lay. And can you let me go? Do you know how?"

"I do," the jackal said. "But I'm not keeping your eggs safe, trespasser. You have offended the gods by coming here, and your freedom is forfeit. If you want your eggs safe, you'll have to keep them that way yourself."

"Wh-what?" Myra stammered. She couldn't think, couldn't concentrate because there was another strong contraction, making the next egg in her womb push against her cervix. "Please! It's my egg. Cold...ngh...nights...will...it won't survive!"

"Hm," Nyheri. "Not my problem. What are you willing to do to protect them?"

"Nggh...anything," Myra squawked.

"You have another hole back here...and the eggs would be safe and warm."

Myra froze at that, besides the trembling in her body as she felt the second egg move inside her. She glanced at the egg in the jackal's hands; that was hard enough coming out of the right part of her. Going into her tailhole... That was hard to imagine. Nngghhh...laying...have to save the egg...can't think. "Fine," she squawked, squeezing down hard on the egg inside her sex and pushing it further along. "Anything!"

Nyheri smiled and moved behind her again. "Devoted mother, aren't you?" she said with a laugh. "You'll have to tell your hatchlings that you carried them in your sex, and then in your ass. Here comes the next."

Panting, Myra pushed hard again, the jackal catching the second egg as it fell from her stretched folds. It was slick as well from the laying and it was this that Nyheri pressed against the hippogryph's pucker first. The egg was slightly pointed on one end and began spreading her tailhole at once. The lubricant over it helped and Myra tried to stay relaxed. She couldn't help but squeeze down on the next contraction, setting the third egg towards being lain but that sent a spasm of discomfort from her tailhole. Nyheri kept up a steady pressure on the egg, a smile on her canine face.

Myra groaned as she felt the egg in her rump crest in reverse, her tailhole aching around the widest point before the hippogryph's body pulled it inside, leaving her ass aching slightly. Meanwhile, in her sex, another egg was being pushed out of her womb, Myra having the disconcerting feeling of squeezing the egg in her rear as well. She squawked again, blushing hard.

"Second one now," Nyheri mentioned carelessly as she set the second egg to the exposed tailhole. Myra's tail tugged uselessly in its stone binding. The ache in the ring of muscle only grew as it was spread by the second egg.

The third egg, the one in the hippogryph's pussy was being squeezed as well, and it was almost at Myra's entrance. "Faster!" she gasped to Nyheri. "The next one...is coming!" The jackal gave a grunt and the pressure on the hippogryph's tailhole increased as she pushed harder. The egg slipped into her ass just as the third one poked free of her folds just below, Nyheri catching it as well. Feeling rather sore already, Myra shifted her rump as much as she could, giving a soft squawk as she felt the fullness in her ass. The eggs were coming quicker and quicker now, the next already on its way out of her womb.

She waited for the egg that Nyheri was holding to press against her ass like the others as the next egg slowly got closer to being laid. It didn't. "What...are you...doing?" Myra panted, waiting for the priestess to store the next egg in her, but the jackal didn't move. "Please," the hippogryph panted, feeling another contraction. "The next one's...coming!"

"Oh, I know," Nyheri said with a giggle. "I just want to...try something."

Myra opened her beak to ask what she was planning but she only panted instead. The next egg was getting close to her entrance, all of her attention focused again on her sex when Nyheri pressed the last egg against her tailhole...just as the most recent one began to push free of her folds. "No, don't do that!" she squawked, shaking her head and trying to move her rump away.

"I want to see both at the same time," the jackal said curiously. "One going in as the other comes out."

She began to push, pressing the egg into Myra's ass as the other appeared from her sex. "Stop!" The word came out in a loud screech as both of her holes were suddenly spread wide around the orbs. The egg in her pussy, slowly being pushed on by the contractions, was suddenly much harder to move as Nyheri spread her rump with the other, both of them pushing at one another.

"You should see the view from back here," Nyheri laughed, keeping the eggs in place, preventing the one in her pussy from leaving and the one in her rump from slipping in. She laughed again as Myra gave another squawk, before finally giving the anal egg a small shove, forcing it inside her, and allowing the next egg to slip free of sex at the same time. The intense stretching sensation easing, the hippogryph let out a gasp, beak open as she panted. "That was fun!" Nyheri said with a giggle, giving Myra's aching folds a pat with her hand. "Want to do it again?"

"No!" Myra squawked, closing her eyes. She wasn't quite sure if the jackal was friendly or not, and the enjoyment she seemed to be taking in her laying was definitely a warning sign, but Myra still needed her. There were still a few more eggs to go, and she needed Nyheri's help while she was stuck in this magical trap! "Just...please," she panted. "Help with the rest...only a few left..."

There was an annoyed growling sound from Nyheri. "No?" she said in a threatening voice. "Well, I can try, but it might just happen." The jackal began to grind the pointed tip of the egg in her hands against Myra's tailhole, not pushing it in quite yet. "I don't like being ordered around," the jackal growled softly. Nyheri's happy mood seemed to have vanished, replaced with something far more sinister. Still she didn't push the egg in, even as the next moved into Myra's tunnel, steadily squeezed and pushed towards Nyheri's waiting hands.

As the next egg got closer, Nyheri began to grind the one she was holding more firmly into Myra's ass, slowly forcing it in. "Please, not again," Myra groaned, panting again as she felt Nyheri slowly forcing the next egg into her, timing it so that they would both crest at the same time. The jackal was spot on. Groaning, the hippogryph pushed out the next egg, Nyheri slowly forcing the one in her tailhole to crest as well. Even after the first time, Myra was still unprepared for the sensations, letting out a loud squall. Both her sex and tailhole trembled around the eggs, trying to push and pull on either of them, but Nyheri's grip kept them both in place, the wide circumferences making the hippogryph shift and squawk in an effort to dislodge them.

"Don't order me," Nyheri growled, and shoved the egg at Myra's ass deep into her to join the others. The jackal continued to growl but for the rest of the laying, she didn't try to force in an egg as the next was coming out, for which Myra was grateful. With the passing of the previous half of the clutch, the next few were easier, Myra pushing them into Nyheri's waiting hands. The jackal, meanwhile, seemed content with listening to Myra groan and squawk as eggs were shoved non-too-gently into her rump. As the feeling of fullness in her belly disappeared, it arose again in her ass. She could feel the eggs there rubbing and moving against one another.

At last, Myra felt the last egg begin to crest and with a final push, it slipped out into Nyheri's waiting hands. Moments later, it pushed through her tailhole, not going very far inside her due to the rest of the clutch. "That's...the last one," Myra panted, head drooping a little; that had taken a lot of effort.

"Finally," the jackal said, standing up and wiping her hands on her robes. She returned to Myra's front. "Now, what to do with you, hm?"

Myra blushed, looking into the jackal's face. "Uh...can you get this stuff off of me?" she said, motioning to the magical stone covering her body. "And then, maybe point me towards the city that's on the edge of the desert? That's where I was heading."

Nyheri laughed, long and hard. "Oh, dear," she said when the fit of giggles had died out. "You won't be going to that city for a long time."

The hippogryph went cold, and she was reminded of the fact that she knew nothing about Nyheri while also being entirely at her mercy. "W-what do you mean?"

The jackal stood again, motioning around at the walls and then at the altar and the treasure there. "This is a sacred place!" she said, voice bouncing off the stones. "Sacred to my people. It's the home of our gods, and has stood here for a thousand years. Only priests and priestesses may enter it, something that you are not. By coming here, you have forfeit your freedom and must serve the priestesses of my tribe for as long as the gods demand."

Myra gaped at her. "B-but...the storm!" she said, struggling again, trying to get out of the stone immobilising her. "I didn't have a choice! I needed shelter!"

Nyheri smiled and shrugged. "Then consider your servitude as payment for the gods giving you protection," she said bluntly. "Either way, still have to administer the punishment. If I don't, the gods might make me take your place." The canine chuckled. "Don't want to do that!"

Myra's mind was reeling. How much worse can this get? First the storm, then the trap, then I lay here and all my eggs are stuffed up my tailhole! Now she's going to... "Please, just let me go!"

Nyheri turned away from Myra, no longer listening. As Myra watched, still pleading, the jackal disrobed completely, standing naked on the sand. Quickly and gracefully she walked towards the altar, around which the glow began to increase. Just before she reached it though, Nyheri quickly dropped to her knees and then further, prostrating herself in front of it. The glow continued to grow as Myra heard the jackal muttering something, the words sounding like a prayer. Confused, the hippogryph watched.

Her mutterings rising to a crescendo, Nyheri bowed lower, her tail raising up as she pressed her muzzle into the sand, Myra blushing inexplicably as she caught sight of the priestess's spade, sitting between her legs. Around the altar, the magical light vanished, the curse or whatever protection had been on it apparently disabled now. Smiling, the jackal stood again and walked forwards to the table without fear or hesitation.

"What are you doing?" Myra asked sharply, straining to break free again. If she could just get her legs free... Her eyes flicked back up to Nyheri.

The jackal was perusing the treasure on the altar, occasionally picking something up. Her body hid exactly what she was getting but Myra had a sinking feeling in her belly as she watched. "What are you doing?" she asked again, her voice getting higher, a squawk ready in her throat. She isn't stealing from her own treasure...so what is she doing?

Nyheri took her time, pursuing the large selection of precious items on the altar. Many were magical and even more were priceless, either made by her tribe, collected from others, or given as gifts by the gods themselves. She let her intuition pick from the wide selection, tail wagging happily as she held her arm close to her belly, the space between it and her body filling with things. When she was satisfied with her choices, she turned back to the hippogryph.

Myra balked as she saw a pile of chains in Nyheri's arms, as well as a set of manacles. It was all gold or silver and some were engraved with many small markings, the same ones that were on the wall. "What is--?" Myra began but Nyheri plucked a delicate chain net from the pile in her arms and sent it spinning towards the hippogryph. It changed course in the air, heading straight for Myra's face. She jerked back, beak opening in surprise. The delicate net glowed with magic as it wrapped itself around her face. The hippogryph's sharp beak was forced closed before the net tightened, inexplicably shrinking, wrapped tightly around her. "Mmmmnnn!" Myra protested, trying to force her beak apart, but failing. Tossing her head around failed to dislodge the magical muzzle, as did rubbing it futilely against the sandstone.

"There, peace and quiet," Nyheri laughed. "As well as keeping that sharp beak closed. Wouldn't want you to draw blood here. Definitely not." She came closer, kneeling in front of Myra again and carefully laying out the treasure from the altar onto the sand. Myra looked over it nervously, now unable to even speak. Most of it just seemed to be a mass of chains and rings, the purpose of which she couldn't identify. One thing she could easily recognise though: a set of heavy, gold cuffs.

Nyheri picked those up first, Myra trying to move her arms away. With the hippogryph's arms trapped at the elbow though, she couldn't escape Nyheri. The jackal quickly clicked the manacles around each of Myra's wrists, the metal glowing softly a moment later. Myra let out a muffled squawk of alarm as the join in the metal vanished, each manacle becoming seamless and seemingly irremovable. A short chain linked them, a chain that snapped taut as Myra tried to yank her wrists further apart.

She was quickly further immobilised as Nyheri knelt on the chain, picking up a collar as well. Myra glared daggers at her, twisting and trying to prevent the golden half-circles from going around her neck, but there was only so much she could do. It clicked shut as well, and she had little doubt that the heavy weight around her throat was as irremovable and magically sealed as the manacles.

The remaining item was much more mysterious. It was several lengths of linked chains with broken rings at the ends. Myra looked at quizzically, more than a little afraid, as Nyheri picked it up with an ominous smile. Laying the chain over one arm, she reached beneath Myra, groping roughly at the hippogryph's breasts, who squawked again as she felt the touch. The jackal's paws moved lower, giving the squirming Myra's nipple a sharp pinch. "All slaves need some adornment," Nyheri breathed, her eyes bright. She kept playing with Myra until the latter's nipples were hard and pointed, then picked up the chains.

It wasn't until the ring at the end pressed against the sensitive nipple that Myra realised what was going to happen and another pleading squawk came from her beak. That turned into a muffled screech as the magical ring leapt from Nyheri's hand, piercing the hippogryph's nipple cleanly, the weight of the chain hanging from it. The initial stab of pain made Myra shake her chest in the sandstone, trying instinctively to dislodge the ring, but it didn't work. The metal sealed itself into a flawless circle, the ache magically diminishing quickly. Myra gave a soft moan; Nyheri had pierced her!

The shock hadn't yet worn off when she screeched again, this time because her other nipple suddenly flared with pain, the jackal laughing as she withdrew her hand. Now both of Myra's nipples were pierced, the chain's weight tugging on them uncomfortably. "Very pretty," she laughed, hooking a finger on the chain and giving it a tug, listening with a smile to the protesting squall that Myra gave. "Very pretty indeed. And functional."

Getting off the chain linking the hippogryph's wrists, Nyheri pulled the chain to the one linking her nipples instead. There was a glow of magic and the chains connected themselves, interlinking. When Myra tried to lower her wrists, her nipples were tugged on harshly and she squalled out, keeping the manacles close to her chest to prevent it happening again. "Very good," Nyheri nodded, mostly to herself. There were still two circles left on the chain and these she fed beneath Myra's body.

Guessing what was coming, Myra gave another loud screech, looking imploringly at Nyheri. The jackal ignored her, moving back to Myra's rump. The chain tugged again on the hippogryph's nipples as Nyheri picked it up again, but Myra didn't notice, too busy trying to get away as fingers parted her folds. Her tail tried to cover her sex but it was stuck, as was she. "Small pinch," Nyheri said sweetly as the magical metal jumped from her hand.

Myra let out her loudest screech yet, jerking as a sharp pain appeared in her clit, the metal diving through the nub with ease. In less than a second, it was a seamless circle as well, unable to be removed, at least until Nyheri wanted it gone. The sharp pain faded quickly into a dull ache, a whimper coming from the hippogryph as the chain swung softly beneath her, causing her nipples, and now clit, to twinge.

The last circle of the chain closed tightly around the base of her tail so that a strand of the chain parted her folds and ran tightly across her tailhole. "There," Nyheri said, standing. "I don't expect you'll be running away with an ass full of eggs, but to make sure..." She linked a last bit of chain to the 'harness' that now linked Myra's most sensitive points. The added weight caused her to squall again and squirm in the sandstone. Taking a deep breath, Nyheri raised a hand, palm facing Myra. She said a sharp word in a language that the hippogryph didn't know and the magical glow flared again. The sandstone holding her in place suddenly turned back to sand, letting Myra move freely for the first time in days.

"Up," Nyheri ordered with a smile, giving her leash a small shake.

"Nnnnnnn!" Myra groaned. The movement in the chain gave all three of her new piercings a hearty tug and she scrambled to her hooves as fast as she could, keeping her hands as close to her newly-pierced breasts as she could. Once in an upright position, she moaned again, feeling the eggs inside her shift around again, pressing against her tailhole, which was now blocked by chain.

"Don't lay until we get to my tribe," Nyheri said lightly, smiling. It's only a few hours away." She looked at all of Myra's scattered possessions, kicking over her pack. "I don't need any of this," she said dismissively. "And neither do slaves."

She began to walk back out of the room, Myra's leash firmly held in her paw. Forced to follow or risk more discomfort, Myra trotted after her carefully, another squawk coming from her. "Your hatchlings will be free to leave with you when you're released," Nyheri said, stepping off of the sand and flashing a grin at Myra. "The gods are lenient to trespassers; most punishments last no longer than seven years."

With that, she began to lead the hippogryph out into the desert, Myra trying to prevent the eggs from slipping out of her while also trying to keep up, not wanting any more painful tugs. She risked it as they left the temple, twisting awkwardly and letting out another muffled squawk as the building began to recede into the distance.

The wind picked up, shifting grains beginning to whip against Myra's naked, unprotected body. That made the temple disappear even faster, and soon she couldn't see it at all. Turning, she did her best to follow her captor, the footsteps in the sand disappearing quickly as she was led across the desert towards a new life.