To Be Mother and Father (sad ending)
It was hard being the last of her race. Araki knew she was the last; the computer told her so. The flat panel that had miraculously survived the years among the ruins of an old military base was still connected to its satellite network. It had the world mapped out perfectly, from the remote, diminished snowcaps to the abundant lush rainforests she lived in. It could accurately identify nearly a million species on the surface, including her own. There were no others of her kind.
She was a dragon. Her mother had been a dragon as well, one of two remaining. Her father had been unable to procreate another child before he died, and as a result, neither could mother. Now Araki was last, dead last, and there was no escaping her own extinction. She had tried mating with other species, but none of them could make even a crossbreed grow inside her womb.
She was desperate. The adolescent knew of her own desires and her own needs. She'd hunted for herself, avoided dangers with ease, and even combatted the crushing loneliness that came with being what she was. Oh, yes, the computer could provide some conversation, but it wasn't the same. The monotonous drone of information it could spill out was enough to put her to sleep on many occasions. No, she needed someone else.
Araki needed a child.
The rain drizzled down off of the broad leaves as she stared out at the endless expanse of green obscuring the horizon. It was all very beautiful, and she appreciated it every time she looked at it. The raindrops drizzling on the leaves almost reminded her of.. of...
She grimaced and reached a hand down to stroke her damp folds. Their silken wetness practically glided under her fingertips, her glistening juices almost resembling the raindrops outside. She had been thinking about things like precum, penises, hot males and all that for a long time. The desire became especially bad when she was in heat, like she was now. It was unbearable. It seemed that every day her own ministrations seemed less and less effective. She had an idea why; she wanted to be pregnant.
It wasn't likely that she'd find a suitable animal to copulate with in this weather, though. Alas, Araki had to be sated NOW, not later. With a slight growl to herself, she stood and started walking out into the forest, her head held high on its long, slender neck as she searched for something, anything, which could help to ease the burning in her loins. Raindrops slid down the scales of her body as she searched, acting like the teasing fingers of an anxious lover. Her body's reaction only made her more desperate. That desired object was nowhere to be seen, though, not even a good piece of wood with which to carve a phallus from.
Sighing, Araki lifted her hands to fondle her nipples. She had dreamed last night that she had succeeded in her burning desire, and the flow of hormones was creating delicious milk from her full, supple breasts. She bent her head down, one eye on the trail and one eye on her nipple as her tongue extended to taste the warm, soft skin. It was a delicious taste, one that she knew but couldn't put a label to. At first she wanted to call it sweet, but it was almost sour, almost tangy... it had a little of everything.
She was barely paying attention to her route now, her head bent down to suckle upon her own mammary held tenderly in her hand, imagining that sweet, lifegiving liquid flowing onto her tongue, free for the taking. Her tail twitched, and she lowered her other hand to continue the stroking of her folds, dipping a finger or two inside, teasing, every sensitive spot memorized. Her juices were flowing freely, dripping down her legs, off her fingers.. and onto the leaf of an inconspicuous looking plant.
Araki didn't register the movement until the vine was wrapped around her waist. Startled, her slitted eyes flew wide open to see the thick tendril of deep green sliding against her scales. She gasped and released her breast and slit in favor of wrestling with the frighteningly unusual plant-- or was it an animal?
The amount of strength within each of those tentacles was unexpected and tightly controlled, holding her in place, yet causing nothing more than mild discomfort, with incredible ease. Araki gasped and whimpered, then began to thrash in a desperate attempt to rid herself of the monstrous flora. More vines descended from the trees around her, binding arms and legs alike as it lifted her up into the air. She found herself being turned over until she was staring down at the floor below. Cold rain was showering down on her and she shivered as droplets ran down her thighs.
"Let me go!" she gasped, knowing full well that the thing that had her captive likely wouldn't understand a thing she said. The relentless tentacles of floral musculature held her firmly, and she didn't dare struggle lest it decide to release its hold and send her crashing down to the ground. More and more vines wrapped around her, holding her limbs apart as they cocooned her like a full-body suit. Little root-like tendrils covered in some slick substance and connected to yet another of the appendages began to probe her most sensitive areas, and she shivered at the sensations they generated.
Numerous little feelers twisted and squirmed their way into the folds of her moist, hot sex. They stroked her walls in the most spine-jolting ways, twirling up and down inside her. They felt their way all the way inside her, probing tenderly at her cervix. Araki's breath was coming in heavy pants, her eyes almost rolled back into her head as she squirmed in those teasing vines.
She was briefly startled out of her euphoria by even more of the thin, probing tendrils. They prodded and probed at the tight rosebud just beneath her tail, slowly working their way deeper and deeper into her body. Never had she experienced such a sensation in her life! The little rootlets continued to stroke and savor every spot of skin inside her, and the tentacle that held them slid deeper and deeper into her rectum, filling Araki in ways she had never been filled before.
It continued onward, deeper, deeper. She could feel it practically writhing through her bowels, and her belly bulged from accommodating such mass inside her. Fear no longer rushed through her body. No, it had been replaced by the most intense pleasure that had ever thrilled her body. The vines holding her began to release her, weaving a hammock to hold her up in the air while her soaking cunt was endlessly teased by the relentless plant.
Araki groaned with pleasure, rolling onto her back as she felt another few inches slide into her. She stroked her rounded belly with her fingertips, feeling the vine now lodged inside her shift as it settled into place. A silly grin spread across her face. "Is that all?" she whispered as if to a lover. "I'm throbbing here, I need release..." Alas, the plant didn't seem willing to move. She frowned, disappointed.. then her heart began to pound with a little fear once again. What if it was going to eat her alive?
The deeply penetrated tendril began to ripple, undulating inside her body like ocean waves. Her pleasure went higher, and she gasped, taking hold of the vine holding the probing rootlets in her soaking cunt. She began to pump at it, forcing it in and out of herself while the waves of the other vine traveled up inside her body. Her hands sent the other pumping faster, faster, driving her higher with every stroke. It was then that her pleasure finally exploded in climax, taking her whole body as something warm was flooding into her bloated gut. The world spun, the ground danced, and everything went dark in the cool wetness of the storm.
Araki felt cold and stiff when she awoke, sore in so many places. Her muscles were cramped and she felt incredibly miserable. The rain had long since gone and the sun was peeking down between the leaves. Her head throbbed faintly as she sat up. "Oh good lord," she muttered, rubbing her sore belly. It was still a bit bloated, though not nearly as much as when the vine was lodged in her ass.
With a muffled groan, the dragoness stood and looked up at the trees. There was no sign of the strange plant which had violated her. Ugh, it was hiding up there somewhere. No use trying to spot it now, though. She turned and started limping back home, to that deserted military encampment where the AI computer was waiting.
"You have been absent longer than anticipated, Araki," the computer chimed in its monotone tenor voice.
"Yes, yes, I know... I was gang raped by a plant."
"Do you wish for me to give you a medical examination?"
That was a tempting offer, and the dragoness mulled it over for a few moments before she nodded. "Sure. At least I'd like to find out if there's any lasting effects to this... like death." She walked forward and brushed the leaves and twigs out of the transparent-skinned bowl, then climbed in.
It hummed softly, warm against her skin while machinery in the apparatus scanned her body, tracing out an intricate pattern to map out Araki's body.
"I believe I have found some parasitic invaders." Araki raised her head at this. "Be still, I am still examining."
Her gut felt tight as she waited for the computer to finish. It took agonizingly long, and her mind focused entirely on her sore belly. She felt no movement, no particularly sharp stabs of pain. What would this reveal?
"Finished, you may stand." Araki didn't bother doing that, just sat up. "The invaders seem to be related to the nearby carnivine, which is a plantlike organism that detects warm-blooded creatures and actively captures them. You currently have three seeds lodged at various points inside your ascending colon. They are the seeds a relatively new species that I have not had time to examine in detail. I do not believe they will interfere with any of your body's natural activities at the present time. My hypothesis is that the seeds will grow for a short time, then be passed with the rest of your fecal matter."
She took a deep breath, shivering as she thought of what was now inside her. "Well, let's keep a close eye on them... I don't want them growing and sprouting out of my belly."
"Understood, Araki."
Over the next few weeks, the dragoness was sure to get checked up at least twice a day, almost paranoid of what the seeds inside her could be doing. Every time, the computer would say there was no change... Until it reported some unusual growth near her most sensitive areas.
"Araki, I am detecting some unusual clusters of cells inside your outer labia."
She shuddered, reaching down and feeling the pair of fleshy lips around her sensitive sex. Her fingers probed gently, then she hit two slightly sore spots, one on each lip. "Oh dear.." she whispered.
"If I might say," the computer spoke up, "I do not detect any danger to yourself as of yet. The clusters do not seem to conform to any known tumor types. However, I would like to get a blood sample in order to test for any toxins or varying hormone levels.." A nearby panel opened up, and some machinery inside began to whir, trying to move. Alas, the machine was so old, the delicate machinery had long ago disintegrated beyond repair.
"Never mind," Araki muttered, slowly getting up. Whatever the seeds were doing to her body, she didn't like it. She began to examine herself manually every morning, and she began to see a trend over the following weeks. Two round bumps were appearing there. Within two weeks, they were the size of marbles. Her clitoris also began to change, growing larger, longer.. soon it was almost the size of her thumb when erect. That was when she recognized what was going on.
For some strange reason, she was growing masculine genitalia...
She was bothered by this at first, but the oncoming of her next heat put those misgivings at bay. She was lying in a bed of leaves, sheltered by a bit of building that hadn't collapsed yet, with her new, almost fully-grown penis lying limply against her sex. The desire began to burn inside her, and she rolled over, trying to fall asleep. Alas, her own desires were persistant, teasing the back of her mind relentlessly.
Nervously, Araki raised her hand to her lips and gently licked her fingers. She could already feel her penis stiffening, which in itself was an odd sensation. Slowly, gently, she reached down to brush moist fingertips against it, which immediately sent a bolt of new sensation through her entire body, causing it to twitch involuntarily. She shuddered. Easy, easy, she thought to herself, slowly beginning to stroke up and down, each motion causing her muscles to twitch. Her breath shivered in her lungs as she began to run her fingers faster against the skin. It was standing tall now, and she quickly licked her entire hand before wrapping it about the entire thing, running it up and down, up and down, faster. Her hips began to jump on their own accord, and Araki moaned to the sky, begging for the great release of orgasm.
Her eyes were barely open, seeing nothing as her whole being was bombarded by the delight of running her hand across her penis, generating pleasure, pleasure, more pleasure! She felt her labia-- now the housing place of her fully functional gonads-- begin to stir to life, readying themselves for something new, something wonderful.
Don't stop, she begged herself, as if she were talking to a lover. Oh, please, don't stop. Her hand was moving furiously now, beating at her stiff and throbbing member. Then came the release, a powerful orgasm the likes of which she hadn't experienced in years. The flesh twitched between her fingers, a spurt of white, sticky cum shooting into the air as if proclaiming to the sky, I am here, and I will not be ignored! It continued to ejaculate, two, three, four spurts of cum firing into the air and splattering down on Araki's stomach and thighs.
Her chest heaved as her fingers slowly uncurled from the quickly softening meat. Her hand was sticky, covered in the substance. Her mind hardly registered its purpose, but she did bring her hand to her face in order to lazily lick off the delicious cream. It was such that she fell asleep once again, her whole body warmed by the afterglow of her first cumming.
~*~*~
"This.. is incredible."
Araki slowly paced in front of the computer while her hand cupped a fully formed (and perfectly sized, Araki noted) penis, complete with its own set of balls. Not only were they completely formed, but she could actually shoot cum out of her loaded member. What she was waiting for now, though, was confirmation from the computer whether it was really viable or not.. The head was still sticky from that lovely session.
"Araki," the computer chimed, causing the dragoness to jump, "I have the results for you, if you will look at the screen."
Her heart raced in her chest as she leaped over to the panel, looking down at a closeup view of her own sperm. The picture was a bit fuzzy, but there was no mistaking the energetic wiggle of every single life-making cell. "DNA analysis seems to indicate that there is a higher mutation rate than normal. This has both an advantage and a disadvantage when it comes to reproduction. It will result in a higher rate of miscarriages due to birth defects, but it will also greatly reduce the risk of genetic disorders due to inbreeding. Considering the dangerously low number your population has gotten to, the risks balance each other out to nearly the same risk of genetic defects from mating with your half-brother or sister."
"Yes, but it's still a chance that I could start bringing the population back. Do you know whether the sperm is divided into male and female?"
"Negative. The X and Y chromosomes have been heavily mutated. There is a 50% chance that the genetic defect will result in drastic fertilization complications."
"It's a risk I'm willing to take... Guard the area, computer, I'm going to try and make a baby..."
"Understood," it replied as she rolled onto her back inside the cupped dish of the computer's scanning device. Propped up on her elbows, she started attempting to turn the tip of her cock so that it at least pointed into her waiting vagina, gently pushing it with her fingers. The delicious sensations of calloused fingers against velvety flesh caused the length to stiffen, turning its nose away from the goal Araki put to it. This couldn't work, she realized even as a shudder sifted through her body.
The dragoness sat up, curling forward until her nose had almost reached the tip of her half-hard penis. It was in easy licking range, but could she actually get it in her mouth? She twisted, squirming to get closer to her own genitalia. The smell became very apparent to her, musky and warm. This surprised her, as she had expected her own scent to be foul at this range. It was only encouragement, and soon she rolled onto her side and grasped her hips in either hand.
The strain on her back was slightly painful, but now at least her own member was in fairly easy suckling distance. Araki licked her lips, feeling more than a little apprehensive about licking her most sensitive areas. But, oh, the smell! Her long tongue started to extend, tickling the very tip of her member. She shivered, it stiffened, and she only licked a little more. It was still as delicately vulnerable to pleasure as the clit it had sprouted from, which made coaxing it to full length an easy task.
Her flesh was so deliciously salty and warm, her own heartbeat throbbing faintly just underneath the skin. Her tongue curled around it once, twice, then the fork of her tongue settled on one of her swollen labia. There it began to squeeze gently, slipping about the skin and tasting it with relish. She pulled the tongue upward, pulling it all back into her mouth to savor it on her palate while the gentle breeze cooled her flesh only slightly. Then she wrapped it up in warm tongue again, the underside delicately teased by the fork in her tongue.
She strained further to bring her lips down upon it, gently nestling it between her incisors. With the sensations being so intimate, she had no fear of hurting herself while her tongue danced over the flesh, an elegant ballet of pleasure. Her eyes closed slightly, thoughts running through her mind of her goal finally being met. She would gladly do this over and over again just to let her belly swell at last with new life.
Inner pressures in her mouth squeezed the head of her amazing cock. She began to suck gently, drawing it further into her maw and bringing the tongue with it. Massaging, flicking, her tongue continued to tease the hilt that supported a stiff, regal sword. Araki pulled it deeper into her mouth, her nose barely becoming wetted by the aromatic juices leaking from her vagina. She took a deep whiff, realizing just how empty it seemed in there. She released one hand to draw her tail close to the waiting opening, the tip swiftly being thrust inside to stimulate her in there as well.
The pleasure compounded, her flushed skin beginning to throb with the need for the climax, the release, the deciding moment to determine whether she would become pregnant. The orgasm.
There she lay, twisted up like some crazy pretzel as she held herself close, pumping the tip of her tail deep inside herself. She shoved more in, folding and twisting it around to take more room while her lips eagerly sucked and salivated upon the heavenly flesh of her more than ready meat. Claws started to dig into scales, her toes curling as they stuck straight into the air, every single atom in her body singing, the notes rising into a tremendous and explosive climax which sent several hot gushes of sticky seed into her mouth.
She sucked it all up quickly, trying her best not to swallow a drop while she pulled her mouth off of the still stiff member. The dragoness made for the final goal, twisting herself even further, painfully, to release it all into her twitching pussy, recently vacated by the now slippery tail. A bit of it dribbled out from either side, but she knew she could feel it running down her inner walls, pooling at the bottom.
When the last of it had been emptied from her mouth, Araki lay back to gasp for breath, the taste of her own semen still gracing her tongue. She tilted her hips upward, holding them there despite the pain in her back. She wanted all that was in there to stay there, making its way through her cervix and into her awaiting womb, hungry for the chance to procreate.
~*~*~
Years later, a mechanical tenor voice spoke out to the forest which had no ears to understand. The voice did not travel far, but its spirit seemed to penetrate forever, alerting the forest creatures to the area. They stayed at bay.
"Araki, you wanted me to alert you when there is a change in your population. The last of your race has died."