[Salamander]

Nerine looked up from her tablet and smirked. "It seems that my prodigy has already done quite a number on dear Mark. Poor boy won't survive the night. Not that it matters; did you see his charts? He'd be useless as a breeder. Little Florian, however, I intend to keep for myself. He's wonderfully fertile." She licked her lips, just imagining Florian chained up with a enormous belly full of babies. "Yes, he'll do quite nicely for my projects..." As she spoke, another nurse arrived at Florian's door.

"Ah, good afternoon, sir." He said with a grin, "My name is Inigo, and I'll be taking care of you today." He casually strode over and began to rub Florian's swollen belly. "My, my, look at you! About ready to pop, I'd say. Now, this is just a required antibiotic to make sure your babies are healthy." He said, taking a long syringe from his pocket. He injected the substance directly into Florian's navel. After a few seconds, a deep rumbling could be felt inside. It was a growth serum that would cause the triplets to almost double in size, while also having impregnated him with about a dozen more rapidly growing fetuses. "You may feel some slight discomfort, but its perfectly normal. Have you decided on your preferred method of birth?" Inigo smiled cheerfully, drumming his fingers on Florian's churning stomach.

(( Sorry for the late response; I've been traveling. ))