Seekers: Chapter One: Special Delivery
#15 of Seekers
Location: New Vega, Club Phymn, Manager's Office.
Time: 11:15am.
Year: 2180, March 5th.
My mind constantly drifts off for a long time; now was one of those moments. I didn't realize that I had walked from the main hall to the Managers office. I didn't even know why I had gone there. Maybe it was just instinct or a mental condition. Either way I didn't really care much; if anything, this condition made life very convenient for me.
I realized that I was in an office. I looked around the room, and noticed that the room, like the building, was made of concrete and brick. The walls were painted a dull shade of grey; there were no windows and hardly any furniture. It was completely different to the rest of the club, which was lit up with too many different colors and shades to count.
"Kobalt, are you listening?" I heard a voice ask. I was brought back to the room, where I looked around slightly. I spotted a large Dragon leaning against a wall to my left. His bright blue scales were reflecting the light into my eyes slightly.
The person I was referring to was called 'The Administrator' or Strate for short. He was the head of the club, as well as the leader of the Seekers. He controlled the missions and deliveries we had to make, as well as keep everything about them secret; it seemed like a rather hard job for someone so young. He had to be just approaching his forties now.
"Sorry, sir." I apologized; "I was having another one of those moments."
I had told Strate about my condition; how I usually just drift off and forget what I was doing. It didn't bother him much, so we just put that behind us.
Strate returned to his desk, and sat down in the seat on the other side of the desk, pulling out a small note from his drawers.
"I need you to make another delivery." Strate began; "You'll be picking up a small metal container on top of the thirteenth OfficeBuilding, and deliver it to an Avian known as Ethan Amburn, who you'll meet on top of the seventeenth OfficeBuilding."
I simply nodded; I understood all of that easily. The club was based around a complex of around twenty office buildings, and we usually have to pick up our packages along the way, meaning we have to take a certain path to reach our clients. Luckily, we were able to name and number certain buildings by engraving numbers onto the tops of buildings or sticking a note to them. This was going to be easy.
"I'll take care of it." I muttered, getting up from my seat and exiting the room.
Briefings like that were always rather short and blunt. All Seekers knew what they had to do, so they didn't ask many questions or bring up a conversation. We all seemed to distance ourselves from each other; it was odd.
We all worked for the same purpose, but also as an individual...
Location: New Vega, Club Phymn, Rooftops.
Time: 12:05pm.
Year: 2180, March 5th.
I stepped out of the club and onto the rooftops. Whilst I had the time, I simply looked around the whole rooftop; down and up at the other buildings that surrounded the club. All buildings were like towers, which must have created more space for more towers. The only problem with such a build is that if one tower was to collapse, it would be like a domino rally that would destroy the whole city.
I regained focus and sighed. I often lost focus and attention when looking at the city. I felt around my jumpsuit and checked for the right tools. Strapped to my left leg was a small baton, and on my right was a small phone so that I could keep in contact with The Administrator and my Client. Luckily, both items were white and blended in with my clothing.
I took my first few steps, which was more of a fast stride over to the far edge of the tower. After that, I broke into a sprint just meters away from the edge, and jumped off and onto the other building. The other building was just about the same height as the club, but had to be at least half a dozen meters away; luckily, I had grabbed onto the ledge with my right hand, and a pipe with my left.
I pulled myself up and sighed. I wasn't usually this bad at jumping from building to building; that Dragon the night before must have done more damage than I thought. I was on the right track though. I spotted a stubby vent shaft on top of the building; it had the code OB3 on it, meaning Office Building Three. I also saw a few arrows on the ground pointing towards other towers with similar codes.
I looked for the highest code, which was OB5, and set off again. This time, the next towers roof was a few meters lower and farther than the one I was on, so I had to be careful not to break anything as I jumped down. I took a running start and broke into another sprint, jumping off of the edge again, and tucking into a ball as I fell.
This time, my landing was much more balanced. I had landed on some kind of padding on top of the roof, and broke out of the roll, quickly easing myself down onto the concrete below. I let out a deep exhale, and looked around for more arrows and codes that would lead me across the rooftops.
The next arrow I found was OB8, which was much higher than the rooftop that I was on. I cursed under my breath and stared at the building; there was nothing that I could use to get up there, so I had to take a detour through another building that I could get up to. Unfortunately, all of the buildings were taller, meaning I would have to climb up anyway.
The next building that I could find was coded OB4, which was taking a step back from where I actually needed to go; but it was the only building that I could climb up. I saw a series of pipes running along the side of the building, making it the perfect side to climb up. It was close as well, so I only had to step off of the side and grab onto the pipes.
The building was surprisingly tall, so it had taken at least quarter of an hour for me to grab onto the right pipes and continue climbing up. Once I was at the top, I rolled over onto my back and was gasping for air. I simply stared up in the air for a while, trying to regain my breath so that I could continue on.
Location: New Vega, Office Building 17, Rooftops.
Time: 13:45pm.
Year: 2180, March 5th.
I regained focus again. I must have completely drifted of when I reached the fourth OfficeBuilding. I blinked slowly, and looked around the rooftop. It was completely blank, except for a small, black helicopter that had landed there. I grabbed my baton suddenly and waited for the person to step out and into the open.
The person that had stepped out was an Avian, and a well built one at that. His feathers were completely white, and he wore a full set of bulletproof armor. He must have seen me holding my baton, since he put both hands up to his head and sighed.
"Settle down, kid." The Avian reassured me; "I'm Ethan Amburn; I'm here to collect my package. You do have it, don't you?"
I put my baton away and searched around in my jumpsuit. Eventually, I pulled out a small metal box, no bigger than my fist. I must've picked it up while I had lost focus, since I had no memory at all of picking it up in the first place. I walked over to Ethan, and gave him the small box.
"Thanks." Ethan said quickly, getting back into the helicopter. "We can give you a lift back to the club, if you want."
I shook my head, staying silent. I decided to take the rooftops again; the Administrator wouldn't approve of me taking a ride from strangers. Plus, I had little else to do until the evening, which I was very much looking forward to...
Location: New Vega, Club Phymn, Room 172.
Time: 19:30pm.
Year: 2180, March 5th.
I had arrived back in my room with no trouble at all after jumping back across the buildings. Now all I had to do was wait for that Dragon, Damien Archer to arrive. I had already eaten and showered to get all the sweat off of my fur. Now I was lying in the double bed, staring up at the ceiling, rolling my head around and trying to kill some time before he arrived.
Luckily, I didn't have to wait too long for Damien to arrive. I heard a small click at the door, and a large green Dragon walked in, hanging up his large black coat on the door and approaching me slowly.
"So here we are again." Damien said, starting to undress. "I hope you're ready for me."
"I'm always ready." I replied, pulling out two bottles of wine from the bedside. "This should get us both through the night."
Damien walked up and got in bed with me, fully undressed. I poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Damien, who took it all in one large gulp. I leaned my head against the Dragons chest and felt my whole body start to warm up, causing me to moan by instinct. Damien laughed quietly and began stroking my fur.
"Are you ready?" Damien whispered into my ears, beginning to run his fingers lower down my body. I nodded obediently, and began running my hands across his shaft, which was starting to grow larger.
"Go ahead." I whispered back. "Don't hold back this time."
I was far from disappointed that night. Damien had begun easing me onto his large shaft, and pushed me down slowly. As he went deeper, I moaned louder and louder, and gasped for breath. I was beginning to tense up, making the Dragons member seem bigger than it was. It didn't hurt much; I was too used to having large things shoved up my tail hole, but it still felt like I was being impaled with an iron bar.
"Don't stop." I moaned, starting to shake. "Keep going. Go deeper. Fucking impale me!"
I felt Damien go deeper and deeper until I felt the base of his member. It was all in me now, and it was starting to feel good. He was thrusting in and out of me slowly, making me crave for more. By now I was moaning so loud that I was practically yelling for him to go faster and rougher.
This continued on for what seemed like forever until Damien let out a small grunt and wrapped his arms around my body, pushing me down to the base. I felt his member throb slightly, making me shiver and stop moaning.
"I-I'm going to." Damien grunted, stopping in the middle of his sentence, and letting out a loud growl. I suddenly knew what was happening.
Damien had let out all of his passion inside me. It was so warm that I began panting and moaning again. It felt like I was sitting on top of a hose. I began to tense and untense repeatedly until it had all stopped. My tail hole was leaking, and Damien was starting to ease me off. I fell on top of him and hugged his chest. My whole body was searing hot, and slowly cooling down.
Damien had picked me up and turned me around so that I was facing his large member, which was covered in his semen. I began lapping it, and taking everything in; but by the time I had cleaned it all off, Damien had released again. I had to force my muzzle down to the tip to take it all in. This time, there wasn't as much as last time, which made it easy to swallow down until he was finished.
By the time we were both done, I had started to lose consciousness, and was slowly drifting off to sleep; but just before that, I turned around and gave the Dragon one deep kiss that took all of my breath out of me. I collapsed by his side, and drifted off to sleep.
Another night in the Club...