FSE

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It was the dead of night. The only lights were mounted from the sides of the large factory building, providing sparse illumination on the pavement below. And the only person making use of the light was the lone night guard... Or so they thought. In fact, there were two more souls on the factory premises.

Getting through the tall, iron-mesh gates was a surprisingly easy task. All it took was the detection of a hole, rusted through, in the old gate, and the two interlopers were through. If the night guard would have turned around, they might have sighted two shadows, in the shape of small feral dragons, padding along between the spotlights and pressing themselves against the sheet-metal factory wall, crouching in the darkness.

But instead, the guard kept forwards, letting the dragons crawl forwards to their goal- The large rolling doors leading into the factory. The doors were closed for the night, but that wouldn't stop the two; all it took as slow, careful nudging to get to door to roll up a few inches, with only a soft creak giving them away.

By the time the guard responded to the noise the dragons made crawling through the door, the door was already closed, looking as if nothing was wrong at all on the factory premises. The guard shrugged and continued their patrol.

The two dragons listened for a very long moment as they padded into the factory's interior. One dragon had grey scales and curved horns, lacking wings, while the other dragoness had scales of white, looking larger yet more dainty than her partner in crime.

Eventually, the white dragon whispered to the grey one.

"Are... Are they gone, Devos?" she whispered.

"Looks like it, Amylia!" he replied. They looked at each other and giggled profusely, before looking around in the darkness of the interior.

It was lit only by the soft glow of various indicator lights and control panels. The factory floor was huge, an enormous conveyor belt stringing together a huge variety of cold-looking machines. Amylia huffed and stopped in her tracks while she took in the visage before her... While Devos grinned and padded forwards.

"Well, time for the tour!" Devos said, popping his front paws up on a conveyor belt and looking around. "So, this is how stuff is made. Looks complex, eh?"

"Yeah... Very...!" Amylia said, batting at one of the steel apparatuses connected to the belt. "So, how many times have you wound yourself around one of these things and died, runt?"

Devos's eyes went wide and he sputtered for a moment. "Pff... Not at all! I don't know what you're talking about."

"Uh huh. That press over there looks like it has your name on it."

"I can't believe you'd think that!" he said, grinning. "I think it's more of a you sort of thing. Or maybe this machine with all the blades over here!"

Devos climbed up onto the still conveyor belt and walked alongside Amylia, tail wagging as he strutted along.

"Not a single one of these things will come as close as touching my scales!" The white dragoness snorted.

"That's only because you're too scared. If I even turned one of these things on, you'd be wetting yourself."

"If you turn anything on, I'm pushing you into it! Let's see how long YOU last!"

"Longer than you."

"Well, you'll never be able to get me into one! You're too weak and helpless, runt~" Amylia smiled sweetly and shoved her snout into Devos's side, knocking him off the conveyor belt with a clatter.

Devos yelped and flailed, before getting up and ducking under the belt, ramming Amylia in the side. Amylia held her ground for the most part, the white dragoness stumbling and backing up. "You wanna bet?" the grey dragon said, grinning.

"You'll have to catch me first!" Amylia said, before darting away, leaping up onto the belts and off them onto the floor, bounding around the factory floor. Devos growled and followed suit, batting at the dragoness as he came close to her.

This little game continued for a long while. Devos turned a corner around a vat, knocking over some stacked devices, causing a clatter as Amylia raced ahead. He climbed up the storage tank, before leaping off, coming inches from grabbing the dragoness. She soon ran head-first into a shelf of safety equipment, causing it all to fall over before she reversed direction, leaping right over the pursuing dragon.

Eventually, Amylia, only a bit out of breath, found a plan. She ran back towards the knocked-over pile and dived right into it, concealing herself in the mess. Devos quickly rounded the corner to find... No sign of his prey. He looked around confused before wandering away, sneaking around to find his victim.

It took a minute for Amylia to poke her head out of the stuff and look around. No sign of the grey dragon. She giggled silently to herself before softly getting out of the pile and sneaking around.

She eventually found herself pressed up against the wall, padding along... No sign of Devos, but there was a few doors, leading to side rooms in the factory. She slowly opened one, trying to keep the door from creaking, before stepping in. What a perfect hiding place!

The room she entered wasn't exactly her kind of room. It was dirty, much more dirty than the factory floor, and piles of industrial junk filled the back of the room. She wrinkled her snout and pouted. Well, any port in a storm...

She looked up for a moment to see a security camera trained on her. Was she being watched? And if so, who was doing the watching? And...

Her thoughts were suddenly cut short by the door flying open, and Devos flying through the air! With one devastating pounce, the grey dragon landed on top of her, making her yelp and lose her balance.

"Huff... Hrff... Gotcha!" he said, out of breath, as he struggled to keep his grip.

"Get off of me, you runt!"

"Oh, you've done it now... Let me show you... Huff, puff... How weak and helpless I am..."

She eventually came to notice that the struggles from on top of her were a bit... Rhythmic. She eeped and wriggled all the more as she felt a certain stiffness press against her back... She could soon feel the dragon wriggle his way into a more mount-like position!

"A little excited, runt?" she said, grimacing.

"Mind if I take my prize, huh~?"

"Noooo! Urrgh... Fine."

* * *

The camera watched. It was attached to a very simple program. This program told it to see when the room was getting full, and if it was, activate the necessary procedures to evacuate the room of its contents.

It failed to realize that the two dragons were not the room's usual contents. But what it did realize was that the room was now sufficiently full. It sent some signals out to the factory floor, as it was programmed to do. Those signals sent its machines whirring into action.

* * *

"I know you want it, dear~" Devos growled, humping his prize softly.

"I could... Huff... Do without it!" she said from under him.

"Well, you let me catch you~" he said, his member now quite hard and probing the outside of her lower lips... Which were, curiously, already lubricated.

"Only way'd you'd get me, you r- aaahhh!" she said, suddenly cut off by Devos's first thrust! With very little care, her feminine bits were spread right open, making way for the first few ridges on his cockhead. She writhed under the smaller dragon as he thrust into her, groaning in delight!

The distraction of being penetrated soon gave way to the distraction of hearing a strange whirring noise coming from the walls... Which soon gave way to the former distraction once again as the grey dragon, shaft deceptively long and thick coming from his overall size, pushed in some more, gripping her back with his foreclaws and pushing as hard as he could. Amylia huffed and groaned as her insides were filled with the runt's malehood... Soon, he shoved himself in to the hilt and began to pull out, setting up the rhythm of lovemaking to come. His claws dug into her back, making her whine, but she stayed standing, taking the brunt of his force and groaning...

Eventually, she looked up. The whirring was still going, and was the room a bit smaller than she remembered it...? She was soon forced to look elsewhere, though, as Devos grabbed her neck roughly with his snout, keeping it locked in place as he growled and pushed inwards, his member throbbing inside her... And so the two ferals continued to breed. Devos humped her constantly, not letting up and only going faster. He pressed into her thigh with one hindpaw, getting even more leverage for thrusting, making her shake back and forth, whimpering... Perhaps in pleasure.

With each hump, she felt her insides get just a little more pressed against, making her walls clench and making her groan... She felt herself gushing down there soon enough, pleasure shooting through her body, making her moan loudly... But soon, that moan was cut short as Devos let out a confused grunt.

Suddenly, she felt more pressure on top of her... And it wasn't from the grey dragon getting heavier somehow. She looked up to see the ceiling touching his back! The trash in the room was steadily falling over, capped by the ceiling... She quickly came to a conclusion. The ceiling was lowering down onto them!

She yelped and struggled under him, trying to get him to stop... But he absolutely failed to stop. He just growled harder, his instincts taking over! He thrust into her harder, the extra pressure on her back making Amylia wobble.

"Hey... Stop! We should... We should get out of here...!"

"Grrrrrrrrfh."

Devos only widened his stance as the ceiling lowered onto him. Soon, the white dragoness's legs buckled under the pressure, and she fell onto her belly, flailing as best as she could with a dragon shaft inside of her. But the grey dragon just buckled down at continued, the ceiling soon forcing him into a lower stance. He continued to thrust, getting faster with each push, clenching onto her neck and back even harder now, drawing trickles of blood. But soon his humping was impeded by space; he had to splay his entire body outwards in order to stay on top of the dragoness!

She could only whimper as she found herself basically unable to move, pinned by the huge pressure of the dragon and the ceiling. Devos's head pressed on top of her neck, and their chests ground together, creaking ominously... His mating was soon reduced to weak pelvic thrusts, shaking and shimmying on top of her, no room to get leverage...

For Devos, it was like being edged quite terribly as he was robbed of more and more movement. He growled and grunted and thrusted as hard as he could, though, making Amylia gush once more, fluids of breeding pooling under the two. She moaned and groaned, still trying her best to struggle... But it was no use. It was too late.

It began to hurt, the pressing beginning to crush the two dragons. With a sickening SNAP, Amylia heard one of Devos's ribs crack... But the grey dragon only grunted, continuing to thrust. Snaps filled the air as their bones failed to handle the pressure, making the two of them scream and groan... Soon, blood joined that pool of Devos's precum and Amylia's juices as bones thrust through scales and hide. Her skull throbbed as Devos's only head pressed on top of her's...

But Devos kept inside of her, wiggling himself inside for another thrust... And slowly, softly, it was his last. He groaned and whimpered as his shaft throbbed, and Amylia groaned as warmph filled her womb...

But her womb would not last long at all. Devos's knot inflated... Or at least it tried tom, immediately finding resistance against the cold, hard ceiling. Bones snapped, joints popped, and whimpers sounded out as the ceiling, mechanisms whirring, bared down on them...

Soon, the pressure against her head reached a breaking point... The heads of the two dragon merged into one as their skulls were crushed under the immense pressure, making the world go dark.

* * *

The next morning, factory workers would file into the building to find a mess. Shelves were knocked over, and their stock was ruined...

But the biggest mess was in the trash compactor room. Instead of trash in there was a huge pile of blood and guts, some stuck to the raised ceiling. Security camera footage told them all they needed to know.

Two sneaky dragons met their end in this factory. Once looking to have fun, they were now reduced to a pile of crushed, meaty paste. Such is the fate of unplanned factory trips.