Tyria awoke to several things: pains in her vaginal region, some bloatedness, and a pink feral dragoness in front of her. Tyria was feral again, as well. "W-who are you?" Tyria asked, a tad concerned that she didn't see her mate anywhere. "I'm Cathrine!" The pink dragoness said. "I was also once a human."
"Yes, but why are you here?"
"Your husband asked me to look over you as he went to tell all the dragons about you. I'm on his council as one of the few immortal dragons." She sat down next to Tyria, who now was noticing her own excessively swollen breasts and belly. "Oh gosh, am I pregnant?"
Catharine smiled. "You sure are! Nazaric will be so proud."
Syria blushed as she thought of Nazaric. He had impregnated her, and now she would give birth to his children. It was a wonderful thought.
"I remember my first clutch..." Catherine said dreamily. "I was just turned into a dragoness when Izzy took me as theirs..." she blushed thinking about her mate. "And I was impregnated. I was scared and confused, but Izzy knew I needed a lot of help. When I laid my first clutch, all of my fears washed away, as it filled me with joy once I saw my hatchlings. How I miss them..." She sobbed slightly. "I wish they would visit their mother more often..."
Tyria listened intently, saddened by Cathrine's words. "So my clutch will do the same?" She asked. "No, not for about 100 years." Tyria sighed happily. Living with your children for 100 years sounded wonderful.
A thud came from outside the cave. "Sounds like Nazaric's back!" Catherine said, as she stepped back to let Nazaric in, who looked...