Dragwells' Breeding Facility

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Murasat listened to the distant screeches as he walked down the hallway, his four claws clacking against the metal floor. Such sounds were not uncommon in the Dragwell Breeding Facility, the only odd thing about these particular sounds was that they were coming from the offices the drake was walking towards to, and not the pens.

But he approached his boss' office, the sounds grew ever louder. They sounded shrill and feral. Had the boss taken one of the hens to his office? No, that wouldn't make sense. He was unable to breed the ferals the Breeding facility hosted, and the needier the female, the more fertile she was, so why would he rut one of them? It also couldn't be that he had an anthro concubine in there, only a feral could wail like that. Curious, the drake lifted a claw and pulled the handle of the boss' office.

Inside, Felix Dragwell, owner of the Dragwell Breeding Facility, was sitting in his chair and hammering into the little gryphonet he held to his crotch. The midnight furred wolf absolutely dwarfed the little bird, his cock making her belly bulge and the knot mashing against her cute little cunt, unable to gain entry. By the way he had clasped her paws with his and was holding them away from his body, the gryphonet didn't seem to approve of the situation she was in. If her screeching wasn't clear enough.

Murasat cleared his throat. "Cute little cockpocket you got there. Why though?" Felix looked up at him with a look of mild suprise. "Murasat. Here already, good." He slowed the thrust his hips into the gryphon "Well, somebody gotta break in the young ones, gotta make them used to big cocks before they get into their first heat, so you studs don't tear them apart when you breed 'em for the first time. This hen here..." he slammed his knot against her folds again, eliciting another shriek "is todays' lucky girl. For now it's just me doing that, but I've been thinking about making it some kind of reward system for the admin staff. So that you're not the only ones here getting some tail."

"Anyway, you should be ready for another round. Are you?" The quadruped drake remembered the last two weeks of abstinence. The breeders always had to save up, the pent up need and the pent up cum ensuring that the male would put a big clutch inside one, or even several hens. Murasat wiggled his hindquarters, feeling the seed sloshing in his balls. "Yup. Got two nuts full of pups right here, just waiting for a womb to dig into." "Eggs" the black wolf corrected him "You're gonna make some eggs today." His eyes wandered over a paper in front of him, the canine not missing a beat rutting his gryphonet.

"Ah here it is. Number twenty-nine is at the peak of her heat, she didn't get a clutch last season, and the cleaning staff says she's screaming at them the whole time they're in there, so she really gotta need it. You up for that?" The drake smiled "Why would I not be?" "Good" the wolf answered "After you've done that you're free to do whatever you want for the rest of the day, just don't go breeding anything in heat that won't take your seed." "Sure thing boss" Murasat said, then he turned and made his departure, leaving the wolf alone with his feathered toy. Murasat chuckled to himself as he walked down the hallways of the facility. Number twenty-nine. So clinical, so impersonal. No mention of the fierce, feisty dragoness that hid behind that number.

Raynura. Always ready, always demanding. Only too bad she wasn't interested in foreplay, Murasat enjoyed it when they were. He preferred a slow, sensual breeding over the quick rutting Raynura demanded, and given her situation that situation would only be exacerbated. Although he had to admit that this raw, unbridled need to be bred, as if her life depended on it, had its' own allure. A little spring crept into the drakes' gait. In the end, Raynura was still one of his favorite females to breed.

Murasat arrived at the door to her pen. Pen. Another word that was misplaced here, at least that's what he would have told anyone who asked. Pen had an air of cattle, and zoos. But the females' here weren't for show like in a zoo, and they definitly weren't held like cattle. Dragwell Facilities prided itself with species-appropiate accommodations and fair treatment. They weren't the most esteemed company in the field for nothing, delivering healthy, made-to-measure specimens of various species always on time. Although the various genetic enhancements both the studs and the hens went through, probably also had something to do with that.

The 'pens' themselves were large, closed chambers within the building, sizable enough for the occupying beast to comfortably live in, and outfitted with everything they needed occupy themselves with in between their heat cycles. Well, except for devices to satisfy their sexual needs. Unreleased arousal bred fertility, and this was just another technique employed by Dragwells' to achieve their success.

The dragon shook his head. Less musings about the workings of his employer, more sating female needs. He tapped the unlock combination into the robust keypad next to the door.

As soon as the door opened, Murasat was hit in the face by a powerful wave of musk, that made his knees weak and his loins itchy. Stepping into the chamber and closing the door behind him, he took a moment to take in the surroundings. The pen floor was filled with earth, with the odd rock or tree sprinkled throughout. At the back, there was a rock formation with a cave, the occupants resting place. Also present were a treadmill for exercise and a small pond with a shower installed above it. Standard furniture for the pens, all in all.

What was rather non-standard though, was the scent of female heat permeating every inch of the room. Of course encountering the scent of a female in heat was not uncommon in these rooms, but it usually wasn't this powerful. Murasat started breathing through is mouth, lest the musk cloud his mind.

And the reason for this tempting miasma sat right in front of him, back towards the door.

Raynura turned her head when she heard the door close, her eyes fixating upon the male like scopes. Murasat noticed the wet trail on the flat rock she was sitting on, witness of her futile attempt to scratch her itch herself. She gave him a demanding roar and lifted her hindquarters, tail raised high to reveal him her plight.

To say that her cooch was nestled between her legs would have been a bold lie. Raynuras' entire body was covered in glittering, red scales but between her legs, they had taken a rosy color, sticking out like a sore thumb. Quite literally, the flesh under the peachy scales swollen, making her slit look like it was situated on a small bump.

The dragoness roared again, louder this time, knowing the reason for the quadrupeds visit and demanding satisfaction, now. Murasat was hard pressed not to stumble over his own legs as he trotted towards her, but _gods,_that smell was powerful, clouding his mind. So powerful, he could even taste it.

Since Raynura was a true feral and not a quadruped like him, that meant she was about third-again his size, but that also meant that her crotch was at the perfect height for his maw to dart forward and drag his thick tongue over that engorged mound.

The male nearly lost his footing as he tasted her. The way her swollen flesh squished under his tongue, the taste screaming _FERTILE_in his head, any male would have been hard pressed to not immediately spill themselves. But not Murasat, he had experience with this sort of thing, although he could not prevent a few drops of pre escaping his swelling member.

The dragoness in the meantime gave a deafening roar, her forelegs giving out and her hindquarters locking up, her raised rump shivering as a veritable waterfall of female arousal poured out of her. Murasat opened his maw and let the fluids pour over his tongue, his cock quickly slipping further out of his sheath.

He closed his eyes and let the juices swirl around in his maw for a moment before swallowing the thick, viscous liquid down. Then he heard a low growl.

Raynura had rolled onto her back and stared at him with rage in her eyes. How_dare_ this prime example of a male come in here and not immediately pound her into the ground? Couldn't he see how much she needed him?

Before he could react, the red dragoness had grabbed him by the throat, pulling him towards her, and staring with murderous intent into his eyes. At the same time though, she humped her rear against him, even if the position was all wrong. All the achieved was coating Murasats' tail in wetness.

"You_-hk-_ know" he gasped as she was strangling him "this would be -grk- much easier if you didn't try to suffocate me..." Seemingly coming to the same conclusion, Raynura let go of his throat and put her paws on his shoulders. She wouldn't let him get off the hook before she had gotten off, properly so.

The male slowly tried to slide down her body to align his member with her throbbing muff, but was again stopped by the dragoness, her grip clamping down on his shoulders while she looked at him threateningly. "My dear, I'm not sure you realize, but I'm quite a bit shorter than you. I can't mate you in my current position." He humped forward once, to emphasize his point, his cock dragged over he scales, leaving a trail of clear precum.

At the same time though, his balls slapped against her engorged mound, causing the dragoness to flinch and relax her grip. Immediately, he slid further down and aligned his prick with her cunt. He steadied himself for a moment and looked into Raynuras face. The anger was gone, replaced with doe-eyes attesting of great need.

That did it for Murasat. With a single motion, he thrust forward and impaled the dragoness upon his male tool. Her right eye twitched once.

Murasat was proud of his organ. Long, thick, with solid ridges on the underside and a massive knot that currently still laid dormant in his sheath, the hens practically started dripping the moment he entered their chambers. Sure, he was not the largest one among the studs, but the surgeries had ensured that he was more than adequate for even the larger hens like Raynura. And after all, it wasn't only size, how one used it mattered even more. And the natural shape of his pride gave him even more of an advantage.

His cock slid into the warm haven of her pussy in a single thrust. The dragoness made a completely uncharacteristic whimper as she was finally, finally, filled by a real male dick. Murasat was tempted to remain still for a moment, enjoy the way her scalding walls embraced his member from all sides.

But no, if she wanted a rough pounding, he would give her a rough pounding.

While Raynura was still recovering from the feeling of a cock penetrating her after who-knows-how-long, the male pulled back and slammed forward again. Whatever sound she was attempting to make was replaced by a choking grunt, the red dragon recoiling under his thrust. Murasats soft sheathflesh gave her engorged muff a squelching, intimate kiss as he slammed home for the second time.

Raynura went cross-eyed at that, the first orgasm of the day wracking her needy body. Her nethers clamped down on him like a vice, intent on securing his pedigree inside her.

But Murasat wasn't there yet, not by a long shot. And to be quite honest, he was mildly worried about his current mate. Panting the way she was couldn't be healthy, so he pulled back again, letting only his tip rest inside her. He let her calm down a bit, and once her breathing stabilized she gave him another demanding roar. Although it came out as a high-pitched mewl.

"My dear, I understand how needy you are, but I'd much prefer not harming you in the process. How about I go a bit slower, so you can enjoy it too, consciously, hm?" Murasat had no idea whether she actually understood him. While the ferals at Drawgwells' were more intelligent than their wild counterparts, they did not possess the gift of speech like quadrupeds and anthros did. However, she seemed to understand his intent well enough, because while she whined at him again, she remained still, letting him take the lead.

Slowly, steadily he humped forward, pulling out the tiniest bit each time, but slowly inserting more and more of his cock into her. She seemed to be content with the pace for a while, until she let out another whine.

Murasat looked at her, seeing that pleading look again. Her tongue was lolling out and she was panting heavily. "You think you're ready for another go?" he asked. Her only response was a throaty warble and a slight hump of her hindquarters. The male shrugged "If you say so." Then he drove the remainder of his spire into her.

Raynura let out a wheeze as her eyes bugged out and she arched her body against him. Her entire canal clamped down on the meaty tool inside her like a vice. By the gods, she was tight. Her tunnel had been like a snug, heated glove before but now, she was like a scalding, blistering sheath for his cock. Murasat growled while savoring the sauna she provided for his pride. He could already feel his knot slipping out of his sheath, yet the fleshy bulb was still outside of her body.

Then, he drew back out, despite her bodies' attempt to keep him secured with her iron grip. He slammed back home and repeated the process. Every time he shoved all of his girth into her, she made a cute grunt and her body jumped a little. The male started picking slowly picking up the pace, every time he pulled out a slight bit faster and shoved his prick back in a slight bit harder.

The red dragoness seemed to have calmed down reasonably, the all-consuming need replaced by wanton lust. Her heat had been soothed, but truly sated it could only be by a healthy batch of male cream. Murasat picked up the pace, letting his balls slap againsther soaked nethers.

"Now..." he grunted "is this more -hrrn- to your liking? Should we_-hng-_ start for real now?" The dragoness responded by curling her neck towards him and putting her skull to his, their eyes directly facing one another. That was new. Raynura wasn't usually the one for such intimacy. Not that he had any reason to complain, to him, this change was a welcome one. He humped against her with a few quick, shallow thrusts, grinding his knot against her flushed folds.

"Yessss, let this drake here take care of you" he hissed "Gonna breed you nice and proper." She raised her forepaws to cradle his face, another gesture that surprised Murasat. Seemingly, she was so grateful for his attentions that she decided to submit to his preferences. But at this point, he would have to finish up soon. Already he could feel his cock leaking pre-cum like a broken faucet.

"You know..." he growled "I'm pent up too. I haven't had any release for two weeks." Either she could actually understand him, or it was just the tone of his voice, but she gave an eager mrowl upon hearing that. "Oh? You like that? Thinking about how much cum I've got stored in my nuts?" He humped his crotch against her to empathize his point. "How many eggs have you got in there, hm? A dozen? Two? Because I'm gonna drown them. All of them. Give you a clutch so big you can only waddle." She snorted in response, Murasat was staring deep into her crimson eyes, his gaze returned in kind.

"Mrrrf, you're gonna swell, gonna bloat. And then, you're gonna push all those eggs out. You're sit here for a whole day, grunting and squeezing out aaaall of that clutch." His voice was a mixture of hoarse whispers and growls, strained with holding back just a bit longer. She seemed equally so, her form tense and rigid. Raynura reached out with a paw to grasp his chin. Murasat extended his tongue to lick across her face.

They were interrupted by a wet squelch, followed by a new feeling of tightness in their nether regions. Panting, the male looked down to confirm his suspicions. Without either of them realizing it, his knot had fully formed was now wedged securely in her tight vent. He gave it an involuntary tug, instantly sending a shiver through his body that made his knee weak and his balls boil.

"Looks like -agh- we're at the finish line my dear. You ready?" Murasat panted. The aroused female leaned back, closing her eyes and preparing herself for the imminent assault on her egg-chamber. Deep inside her body, her cervix dilated and gaped open, as greedy as she was for a warm batch of cream. Right in front of it, Murasats egg-cannon stiffened like a steel rod and prepared to fire.

A few pathetic streaks of white drooled out of the tip.

Then, the tip of the dragons' cock exploded into her. With the remaining precum expelled from his girth, Murasat could quite literally feel every single spurt, from his balls drawing up to pump another load into into his shaft, over his knot that twitched with every batch it traversing through it, to his barrel, as it fired stream after stream straight into her womb.

Raynura could feel it too. The first spurt of dragon cream shot into her innermost chamber with so much force, it almost hurt.

But any potential pain was quickly drowned out by the feeling of having a fresh, steaming load of dragon spunk swimming around inside her. Her head sunk back against the rock, adorned with a content smile and fluttering eyelids.

The male moaned as his quivering nuts continued to pump their load into his fertile partner. To be quite honest, the past week had been quite hard for him too, with a sack so heavy he could feel it with every step. Luckily Dragwells' had something against wet dreams. Couldn't have the studs cream themselves in their sleep, not if they had to knock up some hens. And this way, the release was much more satisfying, not just some fleeting dreams and a messy crotch in the morning.

Slowly, gently, Murasat came down from his high, the constant stream of cum slowing down to a pleasant trickle. "Aaaaahh... We both needed that, I think" he sighed "Are you happy now? Did Daddy Murasat take good care of your heat?" Her response was satisfied snort, the dragoness to busy basking in her afterglow to even look at him. He tugged his knot, testing the tie and sending another dribble of cum into her.

The male slumped down and started softly licking over the bottom of her neck, waiting for his knot to deflate. "Be a good hen and give me a lot of eggs, hm?" He felt a pair of paws put themselves on his head. Murasat took a deep breath, then closed his eyes and, soothed by the warmth of the dragoness embracing him, drifted off into the slumber of the righteously exhausted.

"Please tell me something I can smile about Tripkin, I'm already knee deep in problems and I'm not in the mood for anything blowing up in the lab." Murasats fine hearing could pick up Felix Dragwells' voice two hallways down as he was on his way back. He heard the fox respond "No sir, I've just come to inform you that number seven is responding well to the first treatment, and so is the product." "And that got to you when?" "Today in the morning sir." "Then what are you still doing in my office? I want second phase, and I want it done two hours ago!" The wolf didn't sound angry, merely stressed. "Of course sir" Murasat could almost hear the eyeroll as he came in view of the office. The door Felix' office was open, and tall fox was about to leave. "Knee deep he says. More like, cock deep" the dragon heard him mutter. James Tripkin, had only recently come to the facility, and despite getting a lead role in the medical department merely weeks after joining the company, and still, Dragwell only had dismissive gestures for him.

"Hey Mur" he mumbled in passing the dragon. Murasat blocked the foxes' path with his tail. "Hey. J, don't let the boss get to you." Frowning, James looked at the quadruped. "Really? He doesn't treat you like an automaton that's supposed to know his every whim in advance?" Murasat sighed "Sometimes he does. Sometimes he doesn't. It's hit or miss with him, and you seem to have a talent for missing his good days. At the end of the day, when it comes to promotions, he only cares for results you deliver, and in that department, you shouldn't have much of a problem."

"I...I guess. I'll keep that in mind" the fox said and continued down the hallway. Murasat looked after him. He'd have to talk to his colleagues at the lab. He could use some more support. I didn't seem like anyone had shown him the ropes of how to approach Dragwells' upper management.

When Murasat entered the office, Dragwell was busy tapping away at his terminal, still naked and with the gryphonet still in his crotch. The avian hybrid seemed to be sleeping, clutching to the wolf with all four limbs. The dragon could just make out the faint scent dried cum in fur.

"What is it?" Felix asked without looking up. "Just wanted to inform you that twenty-nine received an A-class breeding. And making sure that you're not actually breaking the future hens while breaking them in" He gestured towards the small gryphon. The wolf looked down as if he had forgotten her "Hm? Oh. Right. Nah, she's just merrily asleep. It's just that my knot takes ages to go down."

His attention turned back to his screen. "Anything else? While I value your concern, I'm a bit busy right now." Murasat turned around. "Nope, that's it boss. Rest of my day is free?" he asked to confirm what Dragwell had said before. The wolf simply waved him off with an 'mhm'.

The dragon suspected that the real reason for the bosses' attention to the chicks was even more pragmatic than he admitted. True, they had to be broken in, but after being so long in the field of breeding, Felix Dragwell had gotten his own dose of virility enhancers. Being a workaholic, nothing would more natural to him than kill two birds with one stone and relive his own pent up stress at the same time as he was preparing the next generation of hens for their role with something more or less appropriate for their size.

Murasat mentally shrugged. If the inspection officers didn't find anything wrong with the methods, neither had he any reason to. And Dragwell wouldn't let something like inappropriate procedures get to the company. Given how little of a secret he'd made of the whole affair, it had likely already checked and stamped by the authorities.

Whatever. Murasat deserved a nice, warm bath for now. The he would go through the files to see which lucky hen would get todays second course.