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The Raw Production Manager

By Danath

Characters © Libra (https://drakoman.sofurry.com/)

Set in the SynTech Universe

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"Hey, Libra! Keep up the good work!"

"Thanks!"

The brown and chocolate-spotted hyena waved down towards the polished cement floor below the catwalk where his manager, a tall snow leopard, waved at him. He balanced a large, empty storage cylinder of white plastic in his arms as he trotted towards the other end of the walkway suspended almost thirty feet in the air, with the ceiling another fifty or so above that. Below him, enormous holding tanks stretched from one end of the massive multi-story warehouse to the other, encompassing a nearly complete supply chain infrastructure. At one end, deliveries of raw materials came in, delivered by tanker trucks on the hour. The various ingredients were mixed, churned, and heated in the huge holding vats and fermented, which gave Dragon Milk Energy Drink it's signature musky flavor. By the time the flavored concoction headed out the other end of the three-quarter-mile long warehouse, they were bottled, capped, wrapped, and boxed, ready for the consumers to enjoy at home, at the gym, or anywhere else one found oneself thirsting for the taste of Dragon Milk, according to the advertisements.

Libra grinned as he fumbled with the empty container in his arms. He couldn't see very well around the large, empty vessel as he carefully made his way across the suspended metal bridge. The container was about three foot long and two feet across, and he himself was only five-foot-eight, so navigating down the narrow catwalk with it was difficult. The walkways made transporting additional ingredients easier due to how close some of the tanks were crammed together in the warehouse in the center, and thanks to the clever conveyor systems, dumping ingredients into the top of the tanks was also simplified by the suspended walkways. Today, however, would be Libra's last day having to carry containers of flavorings, fermenters, and other trade-secret ingredients around twenty feet up in the air.

The hyena was getting promoted. The production of the raw materials would move into a new addition to the already massive warehouse. The addition was already built and looked impressive: the same fifty-foot ceilings, but wide open corridors and mobile dividers to allow for a modular layout. Libra still wasn't quite sure what was going to go into the new space, though, because his manager was staying tight-lipped about it. Apparently he'd find out more tomorrow when his new duties officially began. For now, he was still just a Production Assistant. He'd been assigned to the PowerUP Protein Division when he was first hired several years ago, but last year he was transferred here. Dragon Milk was a newer product, but proving immensely popular in the marketplace, and with all the expanded production, there were lots of advancement opportunities.

Libra worked hard to earn the new Raw Materials Production Manager position. Not only did it come with a large list of responsibilities that would definitely ensure more promotions up the corporate ladder in the future, the pay increase was more than generous. Even if he had to work long, hard hours just to maintain the high efficiency of the operation as it was now, Libra was sure he'd be up for it. After they announced his promotion yesterday, he'd been nothing but smiles - especially when he found out he wouldn't have to wear the blue jumpsuit uniform and could instead dress up a bit more professionally in a khakis and a button up or even a suit if he wanted. Managers had to look the part, after all: large and in charge, even if the hyena looked fairly typical and on the short side compared to some of his coworkers.

With a grunt, he sat the plastic cylinder down on a trolley at the end of the walkway. The wheeled base featured a hole for the cylinder to slot into, preventing it from falling out as he turned to the right and followed the catwalk down the side of the corrugated metal walls. He glanced down again, watching the huge vats as giant mixers slowly stirred some of them. Others didn't have mixers and were instead resting and fermenting. Various employees checked gauges and temperatures, carefully monitoring each batch at regular intervals, like the one that Libra just dumped extra flavorings into at the request of one of the production managers.

The hyena grinned as he turned to look back at where he was going, but the grin disappeared in a moment, replaced by a look of shock.

He caught only a glimpse of a pair of bright blue eyes and a wiggling orange and black tail before his pupils focused on the more pressing matter: the sagging bolts barely holding the catwalk to the wall. The tail disappeared around the corner as a loud screech echoed through the warehouse. Dozens of people on the floor stopped and stared upwards as the whole catwalk shook and wobbled, sending Libra side to side until he managed to get his arms wrapped around the railing.

Red lights flashed as someone triggered the alarm. The hyena heard shouts from below as the metal bars swung him back and forth. More screeching noises, and then a chunk of catwalk fell to the ground far below. The hyena let out a yelp as the section he was on dropped suddenly to a nearly sixty-degree angle. The cart and empty cylinder tumbled and rolled end over end before splashing into open top of one of the fermentation vats. It quickly sunk below the surface, taking the sealed plastic container with it.

The hyena grit his teeth and tried to hang on, but as another section of catwalk tumbled and fell down to the cement below, it sent bone-rattling vibrations through his arms. The metal railing pulled out of his grip as he slid down the nearly vertical walkway, legs kicking for purchase and finding none on the grates making up the walkway floor.

"Libra! Hold on!"

The hyena's fingers caught the base of the very last railing. He dangled above the fermentation tank by one arm, tail curled up between his legs as he tried to reach with his other arm and get a better grip on the railing. To his right, he could see a twenty-foot span of catwalk fall straight down, the cascade of failures continuing. It landed across one of the mixer tanks and sliced through the side, releasing a wave of Dragon Milk in the final stage of processing.

Despite the imminent danger of falling in to the fermentation tank, Libra still couldn't help but marvel at the sight of thousands of gallons of the post-carbonated Dragon Milk flooding out of the cracked metal tank. The wave washed many of the people trying to get to him right off their feet and carried them towards the large open doors of the warehouse. Additional alarms sounded and red lights blinked in a hundred different places - the walls, ceilings, even the control panels of the other units as creaking, groaning noises echoed throughout the warehouse.

"General evacuation. Repeat: general evacuation. All employees, this is not a drill."

The voice came out a speaker right near Libra's flailing body as he heard more shouting. His fingers tried to hold on, tried to maintain their grip, but he could feel his strength giving out as the whole catwalk vibrated again, twisting in the air as another mooring ripped out of the ceiling, leaving him spinning around in the air.

He fell.

A wave of thick, half-fermented Dragon Milk surrounded him as he landed on his back. It washed over the sides as he quickly sunk, only to reappear a moment later, arms flailing, head barely breaching the surface before going back under. The white goop clung to his brown fur, sticky and warm, as he felt the heat of the fermenting material swirl around beneath him as he kicked and paddled.

The fluid was too thick, though, and soon he disappeared entirely under the surface.

Though the remaining catwalks stabilized and held, the damage was done. Another tank split open, bursting down its welded seams as the inner core cracked and gave out. A chain reaction, much like the catwalks, caused five more containers to fail as well, all of them holding product that was nearly to the bottling assembly, unlike the tank the hyena fell into.

Employees gathered outside as they watched waves of Dragon Milk almost four feet deep roll out of the doors. Some were able to get to stairs inside, others were on catwalks that hadn't fallen. Within minutes of the first breach, emergency services from the SynTech security forces arrived and took charge, making sure none of the employees were injured from the accident.

It was only fifteen minutes later that someone remembered Libra's plunge into the tank. The snow leopard, his manager, rushed through the ankle-deep Dragon Milk covering the cement, slipping and sliding as he went, followed by two other employees, a large black bull and a gray bulldog, both wearing blue jumpsuits. The snow leopard's khakis were soaked from the knees down by the time he skidded to a halt in front of the tank. His claws pressed at the override buttons on the control panel to force open the hatch on the side, but they were shorted out.

"Quick! Pull it open!" he said.

The bull and bulldog grabbed the handles of the hatch and pulled as hard as they could. The snow leopard joined in by rushing for the nearby emergency box. Ignoring the fire extinguisher, he picked up a large red-handled axe before carefully running back towards the tank.

"Out of the way!" he hollered, swinging the axe over his head.

His aim was good and the painted head slammed down across the hinges on the other side from the handle. Sparks flew as it took three more whacks before the other hinge gave out.

"Now!"

All three grabbed the handle again and pulled with all their might. The whole tank groaned as the metal flexed and pungent, fermented, pre-consumer Dragon Milk squirted through the gashes in the hinges.

"Almost!"

The bull let out a grunt as his hooves pushed against the base of the tank, allowing him to lean backwards and haul on the handle with all of his considerable upper body strength. The metal groaned again before a loud snap echoed through the warehouse. The bull tumbled backwards, landing on his back as his arms flew over his head, still holding the broken hatch in both hands. He slid backwards a few feet, then rolled ankles over head as a blast of fermented Dragon Milk gushed out of the broken tank hatch, sweeping the other two off their feet moments later.

The tank was almost half empty when the soggy, sodden upper body of the hyena popped through - and stuck. Somehow still breathing and half conscious, the hyena coughed and gagged as his swollen stomach squeezed outwards against the hatch in all directions. Trickles of fermented mash drizzled out between the metal and his fur as the pressure built up behind him. The heat and warmth of the rich, musky fluid pressed around his hips as he wriggled back and forth, trying to free himself.

The equally drenched snow leopard, bull, and short bulldog struggled to their feet as they wiped their faces and eyes free of the sticky substance. None of the three could avoid swallowing some of it when they were hit, and when the hyena suddenly popped free of the hatch, the resulting secondary gush once more knocked them down to the floor. Libra rolled into them, huge belly sloshing as they ended up in a large dogpile against the next container down the row.

Libra rolled onto his belly and groaned as it flattened against the cement. It was swollen three or four times larger than normal, audibly sloshing around as he pressed his palms to the cement and stretched his legs, gasping as he rocked back and forth. A powerful heat flared inside his gut as the fermentation of the mash accelerated due to his own body temperature. A blast of arousal made his head snap up and his eyes go wide as his maleness throbbed against the floor, still engulfed in warm mash several inches deep.

The hyena's backside rippled. He twisted and flexed his shoulders, drawing his dark brown-spotted pelt taut across before loosening again, each time gasping as he felt strange snaps and cracks along his spine. At the same time, his legs kicked outwards, twitching of their own accord, which spread quickly to his arms. He let out another groan as he watched long golden claws pierce the tips of his fingers, swallowing up and surrounding his originals. The same thing happened to his feet.

His whole body bloated, not just his swollen stomach. He stretched and grew, each spurt of growth accompanied by a pleasurable moan and gasp. Within minutes, he was over six and a half feet tall with no signs of slowing down. His new golden claws scraped over the cement as a pair of breasts formed above his rotund belly. As the round orbs, small at first but growing quickly, filled out, his belly shrank accordingly. His growth accelerated as his pelt stretched and flexed to accommodate the shifting underneath. On his back, bulges grew outwards from his shoulder blades, distending the pelt and skin until large, bony structures bent and curled outwards, breaking through the pelt that quickly grew up and over them. Thin, light fur covered the leathery wings that flopped down across her long backside. The fur was a lighter shade than the rest of Libra's pelt, while the leathery covering was actually composed of millions of tiny, fine scales, so small and so tightly packed together they took on the appearance of something else altogether. They were delightfully soft to the touch, though at the moment, the confused hyena couldn't figure out what muscles were doing what were on any part of him.

Before long, his stomach was no longer ridiculously obese and stretched, but merely giant, just like him. The hyena's head twisted in the air as he stretched his long, growing arms out, curling and uncurling the long golden claws into the cement, digging deep gouges. Atop his head, from behind his rounded dark brown ears, a pair of golden horns pierced his skin. Jutting from his skull, they pressed outwards before turning down and rounding back up in a semi-circle, each round horn ending in a sharp pinpoint at about eye level to either side of his muzzle. The mop of dark black hair slathered against his skull, dripping in the pungent mash of various mystery ingredients.

Powerful muscles and fibers swelled along his calves and thighs. His fur rippled from his knees down to his toes as the hairs shed rapidly, falling and drifting into the liquid below before being washed away. Underneath the light brown pelt, similarly shaded scales filled in, tiny and overlapping. They shone wetly as they squeezed around the hyena's growing calves and feet, which stretched larger and larger. The two small toes on the furry footpaw squeezed together, merging into one large inner talon, while the other two toes formed smaller talons of equal size. The tan scales wrapped around the inside of the toes as they flexed and extended outwards from his large foot itself, which lost its soft paw pads but gained a tough and flexible layer of leather-like scales to protect his wide, three-toed feet.

From the knees up, his body remained that of a hyena, though he was quickly approaching eight feet in height. His belly rocked forward as he groaned, hips thrusting down into the slippery, wet cement. The hyena's erection started out pink and fairly small, even for a small guy, but as his large toe-claws tore scratches into the cement behind him, the stalk thickened and swelled. A wave of black skin squeezed up from inside his sheath, absorbing and changing the shaft until it was completely overtaken. The long length pressed under his fat stomach as it grew larger and larger, soon stretching past his belly button. Matching the growth and perhaps even exceeding it, his brown testicles inflated just as rapidly. The large sac quivered as it dragged on the cement floor, sliding and slipping back and forth between his flexing thighs. Soon each orb was larger than the hyena's head, even counting his new horns, far surpassing the growth of the rest of his body proportionally. And still his belly continued to shrink, though he'd been so filled with the powerful Dragon Milk he was still distended to an enormous degree. His fat, growing maleness prodded along the underside, completely enveloped and wrapped up in the sloshing, jiggling mass above it. The heat and warmth only spurred his arousal as the first few pulses of pre-cum rippled up his length.

But the heat in the root of his rapidly extending member was matched by a new heat under his tail. Libra whimpered as he felt a sudden rush of warmth as the air swept in, teasing the new lips poking out between his thighs. Still on her stomach, the hyena's plump sac dragged low enough against the floor not to hide the feminine new addition to the changing factory worker's body. A low moan echoed from her lips as she squirmed anew, every muscle in her large body flexing at once as a blast of pleasure sizzled up her spine.

Larger and larger the hyena grew as more draconic elements grew in across her muscular figure. Her hard belly, already showing the signs of a meaty eight-pack under the fur, came into sharp relief when the fur fell out, slowly at first, but faster and faster until only the same tan scales as on her legs squeezed and rippled across the bowed-out muscles. Breasts swelled larger as well, big enough that even with her arms fully extended, biceps and triceps and all the other ceps clenched taut, her enormous nipples still squeezed and dragged across the cement between them. The ten foot hyena-dragon couldn't stretch her arms around her chest if she tried at this point, and as the growth continued, it was clear that giving herself a hug would be out of the question indefinitely.

Libra shuddered as her shrinking stomach squeezed hard against her flexing maleness. Her warm pussy squeezed between her thighs as she shifted her hips, dragging her fat sac forward and lifting her thighs up on top of it. A gasp, then a shudder as a feminine orgasm rippled up her body, the first of many over the next hour or two. She grew longer and thicker, plumping out in the rump and hips as her hard belly squeezed ever smaller, as if her powerful abdominals were compressing the sloshing fermented mash inside her down into a smaller and smaller sphere of goop.

The dragonyena's moans continued as she grew more than twelve feet tall. Her tail extended longer by now, thickening considerably at the base until it took up a large portion of her lower back. It tapered slightly towards the tip, which was constantly growing and stretching further away from the base. A strip of brown and darker brown fur ran along the top of the swinging appendage like a mohawk, a good six-inches in height and three or four inches wide. The strip would probably stand straight up when dry and fluffy, but with every sweep of the growing length, waves of fermented Dragon Milk sloshed around and caused rippling waves of warmth to slide around her body.

Fourteen feet. Sixteen feet. As tall as Libra grew, the dragonyena's wingspan grew even larger. She gasped and wriggled, unable to stop the eager, lustful moans coming out of her throat. What pain she may have felt under normal circumstances was obliterated by the overwhelming feelings of power and pleasure in her achingly huge scaled sac. The fur drifted away, matching her stomach and lower legs, yet another part of her body converting into a more draconic appearance. The tight-knit tan scales ran around the enormous orbs, shining and glistening as they swelled, lifting the dragonyena's hips higher into the air. Her plump rump swayed as her tail lifted and curled. The tip swept around and dug in beneath the pot belly squeezing down into her oversized shaft. By the time she was eighteen feet tall, the massive arousal jutted from her rotund thighs, past her muscular abdomen, and between the incredible breasts flattening against the cement. Her entire upper body leaned into the huge orbs and her arms pressed into the sides of them, as they were now so large she could no longer reach the floor at all.

Her tail dove in beneath her belly and wrapped around her length three or four times, rippling up and down and up in tight, evenly spaced coils. Her hips shivered and her legs straightened, lifting her back end even higher into the air. She thrust hard, aching for release that wouldn't come, pumping the nearly three-foot-thick monster into her own coiled tail and cleavage. The urethra and tip ground into the cement, pincered by both incredible orbs, as she flexed back and forth, wriggling and moaning, arms stretching out in front of her to claw at the floor.

She topped out just over twenty feet tall, barely fitting between the rows of tanks she'd now be taller than were she standing upright. Her hips continued to grow, swelling wider and wider as her hard belly finally squeezed down flat and taut, draconic scales rippling across the muscles and squeezing down into the divots between. Her paws squeezed into the sides of her breasts as she lifted her head, closing her eyes as what she knew to be the final changes came over her.

Her muzzle narrowed somewhat and her eyes grew larger, but only a few patchwork brown scales formed across the bridge of her muzzle and under her chin, with another patch running down her neck and spreading slightly above her overly large breasts. Otherwise, the hyena retained her dark-spotted coat, but had successfully assimilated various draconic attributes. Of them all, she was especially enjoying the tail at the moment.

The flexible and prehensile length rolled forward and backwards as it coiled around the base of her cock and heavy balls, squeezing and dimpling across the flesh and scales. Her hips pumped forward as she tit-fucked herself; the enormous black maleness flexed as the tip popped straight through her orbs and then quickly withdrew. Libra cried out, gasping, and flexed again, pumping hard as her fingers grasped at her wet fur, long muzzle closing, eyes wide. A mindless, epic blast of pleasure saturated her entire body, sealing the changes caused by the over-ingestion of raw Dragon Milk. The former purebread hyena groaned as fat ropes of sticky jizz splattered from her shaft, shooting dozens of feet up into the air in beautiful arcs that sailed across several of the holding containers before cobwebbing across the metal outer shells. The dragonyena groaned as she pumped again, flexible backside arching, head back, a loud and rumbling roar pouring over her lips. Below her chest, the large black nipples capping her titantic tits swelled, going taut, before releasing twin gushes of fresh milk. Libra shuddered again, digging her golden claws into her brown pelt as another feminine orgasm added to the pleasure. She cried out, she roared, she flexed and groaned, pumping her stalk throughout as her seed painted everything within fifty feet a thick shade of white. The smell and consistency of her draconic essence was strikingly similar to the spilled, fermented mash on the floor.

It took a few hours for the dragonyena's enormous, scaled testicles to empty to her satisfaction. She ended on her back, both arms hugging her nearly eight-foot-long stalk up between her breasts as her twenty-foot-long body slid back and forth on the floor. Enormous wings also spread out from beneath her shoulders. The leathery appendages had a very thin layer of fur along them, giving them an almost bat-like appearance as they draped across several of the holding tanks to either side of the massively grown dragonyena's body. Thick ropes of cum sloshed out between her breasts, rolling over her shoulders and neck and onto the floor far down underneath her. Even laying on her back as she was, her thighs were almost six feet tall and her breasts twice that. She appeared almost stubby and short despite her awesome size because of the wide proportions of her overproductive new figure.

Once she regained some of her senses, she realized she wasn't alone in her changes, either.

Though they were less than half of her own incredible size, the snow leopard, bull, and bulldog all showed signs of draconic transformations. Each was tall, around eight feet in height, with Amazon-like proportions. The bulldog, in particular, looked like a bodybuilder in the stretched, ruined scraps of her blue jumpsuit, far bigger and more powerful than she was before. A proud arousal flopped over her thighs, knotted at the base, as she panted, having gone through exactly what Libra did, but on a smaller scale.

The snow leopard's tail was much larger than before, but her gargantuan chest drew even more attention. Were it not for the tail, the stacked feline probably wouldn't be able to walk without face-planting into the floor. A relatively modest - at least, compared to Libra - maleness swung over a heavy set of white-furred nuts.

The bull was the largest of the three, almost ten feet in height counting the expanded and enlarged black-tipped horns on top of her wide skull. She was bulky, heavy, dense, just like before, only now her hips were slightly wider and a modest pair of breasts hung from her chest. The large red shaft draping from her sheath was far too large to ever fit fully inside, even completely soft as it was now, exhausted after countless orgasms. It stretched down, down, down, until the tip nearly brushed against the floor, while a massive pair of black testicles forced the bull's knees to spread apart.

Libra grinned as she felt the cleaning crews come in and hose her off. Though the alarms had been silenced long ago, the lights continued to flash as the crews carefully rinsed all of the potent Dragon Milk mash out of their fur and hair. It took a while, especially as the crews had a hard time getting around the massive dragonyena occupying most of the already narrow walkway between the containers.

The buff bulldog trotted towards the snow leopard on his short, wide legs and leaned down to help the altered feline to her feet. They both grimaced as the cleaning crews, who they couldn't see under the yellow hazmat suits they all wore, hosed them down again, fully cleaning the premature Dragon Milk from their lips. The bull came up behind them, oversized cock swaying and swinging widely, and let out a burp.

The snow leopard brushed a claw through the fur on her face, trying to smooth the long, silky hairs out before they dried in tangles, and flicked her eyes up towards the dragonyena's enormous head.

"So that's why we were warned never to sample the pre-processed stuff," the feline said. "I guess someone knew this would happen."

Libra grinned and turned onto her side. Her enormous, half-hard eight-foot stalk flopped forward, spitting out a rope of seed that knocked one hazmat suit-clad cleaner into another.

"Oops!" she said, grinning widely as the two slipped and fell in a puddle. "Sorry, guys!"

It took most of the rest of the day for the paperwork. Incident reports, safety checkups, questioning by lawyers and workers' advocates... by seven p.m., long after her shift was supposed to be over, the bored dragonyena focused more on her achingly full breasts and balls than the compliance officer seated across the teeny tiny table (from her perspective).

"We've cleared you of any fault for the accident, of course, and we'll be looking into exactly how the catwalks were damaged in the first place. You're sure you don't remember seeing anything out of the ordinary?" the compliance officer asked. He was a short skunk in a black suit with pinstripes.

Libra grinned, remembering the flash of blue eyes and the glimpse of an orange and black tail, but she shook her oversized head, scraping her dark brown ears across the ceiling.

"Nope. I was just finishing loading Container 15 when everything started crashing down."

"I suppose that's just what will have to go in the report," the skunk said. "Now, on to more positive news. Your promotion is still going ahead as planned. You'll be the Raw Materials Production Manager for Dragon Milk with a staff of several dozen people. We're increasing your pay rate as a way to compensate you for the inconvenience of the accident, though on-campus housing of an appropriate size will be provided for you as part of your benefits package, or you can take a housing deposit to find something suitable elsewhere."

The skunk paused and glanced up at the dragonyena, whose long tongue flicked across her lips.

"Perhaps a converted warehouse. Regardless, we appreciate your decision to sign this liability waiver in exchange. Now, is there anything else I can help you with regarding this incident?"

The dragonyena's long tail swept around, coiling over the skunk's hips several times as she leaned over, more than three times the height and twenty times the mass of the cute skunk. Her tongue slipped past her plump lips, long and slender, and flicked across his cheek.

"Oh, sure there is," Libra said, grinning. "How about we spend the rest of this interview getting to know each other more personally?"

The skunk stammered as impossibly large breasts squeezed up against him, enveloping him in warm, soft brown fuzz.

"This isn't really approp... appro... uh... what was I saying?"

The next day...

The naked dragonyena grinned at her wide-eyed co-workers who struggled to remove the broken container units between staring at the massive, twenty-foot tall hyper-hyenagon. She towered over all of them, even the other dragon-hybrids transformed in the previous day's accident. Libra leaned back against the entrance to the production hall so recently completed and, fortunately, undamaged in yesterday's accident. The snow leopard approached. She wore a tight pair of XXXXL sweapants and a matching sweater which was somehow more lewd than if she'd chosen to go nude as Libra had, not that the 'yena had much choice.

"Libra, it's time for the morning production queue," the snow leopard said. "I've also got your new staff here to assist."

Two dozen otters, none more than five feet tall, trooped in, all wearing matching blue jumpsuits with openings in the back for their broad tails. Some were wider, others lean, and quite a few possessed dramatic bulges both on their chests and between their legs that stretched outwards against their clothing.

Libra looked around the empty room. The moveable walls were placed to allow her a wide range of movement, but other than the pipes and hoses hanging from the walls and ceilings, there was nothing in the room to produce the raw materials.

It took the yenagon a good few seconds after the otters broke ranks on the snow leopard's command to realize she was the supply.

The twenty-foot-tall hybrid leaned back and slid down the walls, stretching her legs and arms as furry arms and paws slid across her patchwork scales and fur. Several clambered onto her belly and Libra grinned as the stretch of her fat stalk nearly knocked them off.

"Sorry about that..."

Several of the otters shoved themselves up against the massive dragon-balls stretching flat across the floor, hugging into the flesh and squeezing as much as they could. Two had their arms around the base of her sheath, massaging as the long, powerful maleness stretched out harder and more solid by the moment. Other otters used ladders to scale the sides of her jiggling breasts carrying suction tubes and huge rubber nipples to fit over the yenagon's taut nubs.

Libra relaxed, closing her eyes as she felt the pleasurable rubdown stretch all the way from her long, flexing tail to the horns pushing out of her skull as dozens of otters set to work, busy and industrious as the suction increased. Before long, the dragonyena moaned and squirmed, gasping as half a dozen of the eager otters stripped naked to more easily slide and stroke her massive length, which was far too heavy for just one to move. As thick rivers of pre-cum poured from the shaft, otters suctioned up the fluids as best they could with more tubes while another pair carried milk from her nipples, each of which was as large as a single otter's torso.

Before long, a bell sounded. Libra glanced off to the side as motion stopped momentarily.

The snow leopard strutted up, half the size of the dragonyena but impressively built despite that. Her scaled breasts jostled in her sweatshirt as she leaned against the larger dragon's shoulder, holding a liquid-proofed tablet, tapping away with her stylus

"Tank's full. They're moving it now."

"How much... hnnnff... how much do those tanks hold?"

"Let's see... here it is," the snow leopard said, referring to her phone. "Fifteen hundred liters."

Libra groaned as her enormous shaft squirted a blast of pre-cum that knocked one otter off his feet and sent him sliding across her breasts down to the crook of her neck, where he squeaked as he tried to regain his footing. The dragonyena grinned and tipped her muzzle down, extending her long and narrow tongue between the male's legs and lifting him up. The tip squeezed around his front and the otter's squeaks grew even louder as she deposited him back on her belly, all without having to move her head.

"How many containers do I get to fill?" Libra asked as she shivered with anticipation of the answer, as well as the sensation of a large tube being mounted over her spurting, flexing maleness, which lurched upwards, dragging half a dozen otters into the air like they were holding onto the ropes of a parade float.

"Today's quota is a dozen, but I'm hoping we can improve on the projections. And that's just this morning," the snow leopard said, grin growing wider. "In the afternoon, we'll collect the eggs. They're what gives Dragon Milk it's protein punch!"

Libra groaned as otters squeezed and stroked and milked her body as the bell rang, signaling the new container was in place and ready. The suction increased, tighter than before, especially around her shaft. The tube was flexible, allowing the warm and slippery bodies of the otters to squeeze and stroke up and down her maleness as more slid between her breasts, squeaking and gasping as the thrills of so many small, sharp claws tickling her body in so many places made the dragonyena's eyes squeeze shut.

"Wait, eggs?" the yenagon gasped, realizing the import of what the leopard-dragon said. "What eggs?"

"Didn't your interviewer explain it?"

Libra shook her head. Her interviewer was still recovering from the fun they had yesterday.

"Oh, well, the otters know what to do. Don't worry about it."

"Wait, but... nnnffff!"

The end