Godzilla, The Crucible
Ch.3 Her
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Warning, dark fic. This chapter contains mention of child rape.
Story takes place before dinosaurs evolved in the Early Triassic epoch following the Great Permian Extinction.
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Godzilla, The Crucible
Ch.3 Her
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Despite their extreme ages he gave her a pup with their first attempt. And the pup was also abnormally large. The mutation had carried. Other females who’d been holding back gave in and were soon producing young themselves. The species was saved. But he never saw his first pup. Or the tenth. He didn’t even know what an infant looked like. Such things weren’t supposed to be any of his concern. He became just breeding stock to them, something to be pulled out of his corner whenever he was needed.
Then they brought her.
Another pup had been born with the mutation. Another miracle. She wasn’t quite as big, but size was never the issue. She too was thriving on that toxic energy. An unrelated female to strengthen their bloodlines.
He could smell that she was in heat, but she was so young. So scared. He’d never questioned them before, but he’d never seen one so small. The only dragons he knew were elders, but even he knew that even for her age she was tiny. Her mother must have been the youngest of the elders. The smaller the cow the smaller the pup and his mother had by far been the oldest. The largest. He could hurt her. They expected him to breed this? It was madness to take such a risk. She didn’t even look old enough to survive birthing. And the more she looked up at him the more he remembered of his own past. Memories that he’d somehow blocked out were recovered. The pain, the fear. He wouldn’t put it past them to resort to physical force. No, he couldn’t allow this to happen.
He grabbed her and fled.
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In their desperation to avoid capture they headed straight for the Outlands, a vast, uncharted expanse of ocean that even the elders avoided. Enemy territory. This was the realm of the kraken, the only other true race to survive the Shattering. They were followed for a ways, but the panicked cries at the surface were ignored and soon faded. With any luck the elders would presume they were dead. This was the one place dragons never dared enter, but they wouldn’t survive in open ocean for long. Fear drove them on and their persistence paid off when they found a massive island with large, sheltered pools. It was too far removed from the continent for the elders to discover if the mainland was searched, but close enough that they could escape to the continent if they were forced. A refuge. It was known that in the Outlands there was prey found nowhere else. They’d have to hunt in the dangerous waters to reach it, but at least they had a safe place to eat and sleep.
Life was rough, but they were free. If they were discovered they’d be forced to breed or she’d be bred to another, but the only other options were older, much larger bulls. It would be so much worse. And what about him? Would he be punished or just tossed into some dark cave until the next old cow came into heat? Fear drove them to keep going, but they were free.
There was a beauty to this strange region. The winds were so much calmer, allowing them to see the sun and stars, things almost never seen back at the colony. Sometimes when they were resting they would just stare at that beautiful sky.
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