Bitter Tea (CW: Abortion)
A dragoness is unable to keep her clutch
Content warning: Abortion
Not really sure why I wrote this or why I am sharing, but here it is. Not edited.
The taste was bitter and felt thick on her tongue. After the first sip she set it down. Her tongue rolled in her mouth trying to remove the flavour with little luck. The way it made her mouth water felt wrong. She stared down at the cup as if that might change something. It didn't. She picked it up again and continued to stare. Even with the taste already filling her mouth it was hard to bring herself to finish the tea.
The dragoness at back on her haunches and in the position it was now impossible to really ignore the way her belly had grown. It had been months. Too many months. She knew she had waited longer than she should have. Or now that she had she should just go through with it. It wasn't something she could do though. The only thing to do was finish the cup in her paw. Instead her other forepaw rested lightly on her stomach. Really taking that first sip had been the decision though. The rest of the dose not really chance what would happen. Just how quickly and cleanly it would. Before she really thought about it the cup was at her muzzle and her head tilted back. Somehow the taste wasn't quite as bad now, but it still felt thick and almost sticky as it went down. She swallowed. She wished she had done that before.
It had been a moment of weakness in a way. A bit of fun with a visiting drake. A little closer to her season than she should have played. She wouldn't have either had she known the handsome young male had planned to tie without her. He hadn't mentioned, so it had come as something of a shock when she felt his knot swelling up while he was still hilted in her slit. She hadn't even had time to start to form a protest when he gave that little shiver males do when they are on the edge. He came in her with no more warning than a soft coo in her ear.
He hadn't understood her worries afterwards. If she hadn't wanted his clutch then why had she lifted her tail for him? He was simply doing what a drake was supposed to! After his knot came down enough for him to slip away there hadn't been any after the fact closeness, not even talk beyond his being sure he did nothing wrong. Then he was gone. It seemed whatever business he'd had was suddenly complete.
The tea sat heavy and warm in her stomach. Really it wasn't for this. All these herbs did was force a dragoness's heat cycle. It did it very well and quickly with few side effects. The effects it had were more those of being in heat than they were effects of the drug. The one the mattered to her is that a dragoness in heat is fertile and to be fertile she couldn't be pregnant. Her body would handle that. She had read through the books. Knew how it would happen. It would not take long. At least the part of becoming fertile. After her heat started it would last normally. The weeks that would be.
She took the time to make a cup off a pleasant tea and sat drinking it letting her mind wander to nearly anything else. It worked for a while, but about the time her tea was growing cold there was a slight warmth growing in her belly. At least the foul taste was out of her mouth. The cup clinked on the stone and she stretched out after sitting for a while. She tried to move without hurry, but the first needs were starting to come to her.
When she rose there was a very slight damp spot where her slit had rested against the ground. Her legs seemed to move very slightly strangely as she walked as if her joints did not respond quite as she expected. This was nothing she didn't expect though. It just showed the drug was working as expected. A few steps took her out of her lair and she took them none to soon. She was not far outside when the warmth in her belly became a demanding pressure. The first was to relieve pressure was going to happen wherever she was. She squatted and let her water flow. It gave her a few moments of relief and she was able to finish the short walk down to the river's edge.
Only a few more steps took her out into the current. She turned to face upstream. Now the feeling of heat was getting stronger. Her lips had become puffy and her slit was as slick as it ever was when she was excited. That made the shock of the cool water against her crotch all the more shocking when she squatted again. Her belly felt like it was starting to roll now. For a moment her forepaw rested on her stomach. Then quickly pulled away when she felt it move. She was holding herself tense and she had to tell herself that she knew better and to relax.
When she did manage to relax she felt the start of slight contractions. It was only a moment later that she started to feel movement. She was not far enough along that it would be anything like truly laying eggs. The book had been clear that it would be far easier. Her body would release the same chemicals, but the pain of large eggs would never come. Just the feeling of being stretched, possibly by a well gifted male. It even said it could even be pleasant.
She wasn't sure how to feel when the text proved to be correct. The first of her unready eggs started to slide down her passage easily. It was joined by another before the first had even crowned. She didn't need to push. She just let it happen. Though she found she squirmed slightly as eggs passed though her lips. Her gaze stayed fixed up stream, but she let out a breath she hadn't known she had been holding as the first egg came free of her vent and was taken by the waters. Her breath slowly returned to normal as eggs continued to slip free of the body they were no longer welcome in. She was careful not to keep count, but soon she felt the last. Or really she no longer felt it. Still she held the position for a while as if but waiting she could let the warmth that was still growing deep in her belly slip from her body as well. That she was stuck with though.
Walking back up the hill was easier than down had been. Her legs moved as she expected now. There was even a slight spring in her step. She made a point not to look at her now flat belly when she settled back down on her bed. While she would not be able to ignore it forever too long she always paid no heed to the start the demanding feeling that would only grow worse over the coming weeks. At the best of times she felt empty while in heat. She didn't want to think about how that would feel now.