Anthropology IV: Epilogue
A short little finale to the 'Anthropology' story series. Enjoy!
Note: This will likely make zero sense without having read most of the previous stuff!
Anthropology I: Synchronization (http://sofurry.com/page/115182/)
Anthropology II: Field Research (http://sofurry.com/page/118088/)
Anthropology III: Unity (http://sofurry.com/page/120662/)
Epilogue
Sam crouched as low to the wet, bubbling muck as he dared, the heady musk of fresh seed and precum filling his snout. The sexual fluids beneath him had mixed with the hot water of the breeding pool into a thick, nutrient-rich soup that the eggs being laid were going to need as they finished their maturation. Sam breathed in hard, almost panting now from the sexual euphoria overtaking him as he felt the strange movements inside his body that heralded his own egg's release...
He reflected on the bizarre fact that a little over a year ago, he had been a simple anthropology student, begrudgingly sent to this planet to do research work on the draconian species. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would have ended up not only studying them, but becoming one of them and making his own contribution to the yearly communal egg-laying.
Usari- the now-sentient clone that Sam had been tasked with piloting- was kneeling next to him, gently and affectionately licking Sam's neck and muzzle. Every once in a while, one of his lithe claws would stroke Sam's hard penis, the tender brushes helping to heighten the sexual pleasure of his egg-laying even further. Usari had already laid his eggs; his attention was focused entirely on Sam.
"How are you doing? You need to relax yourself; you cannot force it." Usari said to Sam, trying to comfort the former human.
"I... know! It's just... I can't help it!" Sam strained to say back. His tail was flagged high behind him and his face was scrunched up in intense concentration. It is not easy to force oneself relax.
Sam shot a glance at Sehkran, who was only a few meters away from them. The young draconian was up to his knees in sexual fluids, cumming into the water below him as he continued his laying. During Sehkran's first mating festival, his tail-hole had been filled by four females. Six slimy eggs laid near him, and another was halfway out of his rump as he continued to push it out. Despite this, his belly was still bulgingly full. His brother Sehk and a female Sam didn't recognize held his shoulders; a look of sheer ecstasy was plastered on the young draconian's face.
"Hey, come on! Focus!" Usari growled at him, bringing Sam's attention back to his own plight.
"I'm trying!" Sam hissed back. He brought his tail up a little higher and crouched down a little lower, so that his bottom was just barely inside the thick soup of sexual fluids. Despite this, he couldn't seem to make his instincts take over and let himself lay. It had been so much easier when Ingela was with him, when she coaxed the egg out of his anal pouch with her thick, skilled female-cock.
Usari sighed. The former human was too anxious, unconsciously trying to force his laying. He had heard that this sometimes happened to newly-matured draconians during their first time. Sam had taken so well to everything else about their society and species, Usari could hardly believe he was having trouble with this. He felt that Sam was a hundred times better with females than he would ever be. Still, his friend needed help, and he knew one thing that would assist him...
"I'll take care of you Sam." Usari said, giving his friend a smile and a pat on the thigh before dipping his head low.
Sam gasped out as something hot and wet brushed against the hard head of his penis. Usari had lowered his muzzle down to his cock, and was giving it slow, broad licks. Sam held onto his friend's horns, using them to steady himself as Usari began to wrap his muzzle around Sam's meat. He felt Usari's maw clench down on his hard member with firm, hot pressure, felt the draconian's tongue lick the sensitive underside of his cock with short, lapping strokes. Sam felt the stress and anxiety that had been overwhelming him abruptly melt away, and began to buck himself back and forth in synch with the skilled muzzle working over his maleness.
Maybe some intimacy would help put Sam more at ease? Usari thought, as he wrapped them both up in his broad, leathery wings. They were big enough to cover the two draconians and still touch at the tips.
Usari reached down into the slimy goop beneath him and pulled up a big wad of mixed cum. He put int into Sam's mouth with his claws, smearing the rest of it against the side of his snout and neck. Sam's eyes glazed over as the sweet, heady fog of sex dampened his thoughts and worries, flicking out his tongue to taste the seed around him in a reflexive act. Usari smirked, even as he continued to suck down on the throbbing cock filling his mouth. Now that Sam was feeling a little more relaxed, all he had to do was give him a little push in the right direction. The draconian snuck one of his hands underneath Sam's member and between his legs, and he began pressing a single clawed digit into Sam's dripping tailhole.
"Ugnh!" Sam cried out. Something inside his anal pouch shifted around as his tailhole was penetrated. A second claw followed the first, and then a third claw followed the second as his anal rings were opened up.
The former human could feel his insides gurgle and churn, and then finally felt his anal pouch open up. Slowly, the two eggs began to slide their way down his anal passage, stretching it wide open. His body shook with pleasure as his anal muscles reflexively moved the eggs through him; if Sam hadn't been able to lean on Usari's body as the other draconian sucked on his cock, he would have lost his footing. Every centimeter that they moved made the tingling, warm heat of anal pleasure explode inside him, made his cock spurt gouts of precum into Usari's waiting muzzle.
Finally, he felt the first egg reach his tail-hole. As it began to press out and stretched his anal ring wide, Sam felt his tail flag so high that it touched the back of his head. With a great heave and a cry that shook his body, Sam came into Usari's hot muzzle and laid the first of the eggs. It plopped into the soft, cum-soaked muck of the breeding pool, a strand of dripping white fluid still connecting it to his tailhole. He could feel Usari under him, drinking from his cumming cock as the second egg worked its way out. It came out far quicker and easier, joining its twin with an unceremonious plunk.
Sam collapsed onto his back, falling straight through Usari's wings and into the cum bath with utter exhaustion. Usari immediately pounced onto him with a splash, the two best friends sharing a long and sloppy kiss.
"How was that?" Usari said roguishly, once Sam had caught his breath.
"Let's do it again!" Sam responded half-seriously, his previous troubles forgotten. He never felt so... empty... in his life. It felt good.
"Well, you're going to have to wait another year on that." Usari said, laughing. He helped pull Sam up and out of the slippery, thick water. The two of them held hands as they towards the exit to the pool.
Before they left, Sam gave a backwards glance to the steadily growing pile of eggs, unable to keep from smiling. He felt a sense of love wash over him, making him tingle with a feeling like goosebumps. It was a strange feeling, alien and inhuman but undeniably strong and real. It was a feeling of love not only for his own eggs, but for the communal pool as a whole. Every one of the large, slimy eggs felt like it was a small piece of him, a piece of life, an act of creation. A year ago the sight would have made his skin crawl, but now the only thing he felt was an upwelling of joyous tears.
Five years later, when the UESM finally deciphered the exact nature of the retroviral epidemic that afflicted the Corona Borealis Beta II team, most of them took the cure and left the planet. A few elected to stay behind, however, and join in a long-term, immersive, longitudinal study of draconian society funded by the Department of Developing Species.
It was led by Dr. Samuel Zimmermann, the foremost expert in the field of draconian culture. His reports are still published on a bi-monthly basis, and are available to the public free of charge.