"Hey, look what we found."

A scouting ship had just returned to Demetrios Station after a recon mission into a different star system. In the small ship's cargo hold, they held a blue-scaled dragon, held in place by a forcefield that served as a cage. The crew wasn't sure what to feed the dragon, but he seemed to be doing just fine and they chose not to worry about it. The captain shrugged it off and suggested they find a buyer for such an exotic pet.

March, however, wasn't just another random exotic creature. He was an electric dragon. He'd waited patiently in the cargo hold, using the energy from that force field to sustain him on the long and otherwise boring journey. It was fun to see where he was going to end up! And, in this case, he found himself looking out at a space station several miles in length, with countless glowing lights across its surface.

Demetrios Station was too tempting a target. He needed it. More precisely, he needed the energy from it. He absorbed the energy from the force field as a small appetizer, which added a modest amount to his ten foot tall frame. He scurried past the confused staff on the scouting ship and dove out the back of the cargo hold, into the vacuum of space. He carefully angled himself towards an exposed electrical panel on the outside of the station, as he could sense it would be a far more fruitful source of electricity for him. With a quick swipe of one hand, he knocked away its cover and began to absorb its power.

A few sparks jumped from the power supply into March's hand. The surge of electricity rippled across his body, which absorbed that energy and converted it directly into mass for his body. His size jumped to twelve feet, then fifteen, twenty... and every additional pulse of energy was larger than the last, corresponding to his increasingly large size.

Onboard, some warning lights flickered in the control room. The staff had no idea what was causing it. March, however, was too busy savoring his growth to think about what the crew of the station were experiencing. Now that he was dozens of feet tall, he could simply hold onto the electrical supply and take a steady flow of current into his body. The growth might not have tripped any emergency systems on the station yet, but some people were starting to notice there was something... curiously blue out the windows.

March, however, didn't care at all about the panic taking place onboard the station. He was going to take as much energy as it could give him. While the engineering crew knew something was wrong, none of them could figure out what, and none of them would be able to stop it anyway. With the dragon directly accessing the station's power system, it was up to him to decide just how big he wanted to get.

The crew in the lower decks were the first to piece together what was happening. They didn't know how the dragon was growing, but they definitely noticed the crackles of electricity running over his increasingly massive frame. March was now big enough to hold anyone onboard Demetrios Station within the palm of his hand. He held his left hand firmly against the power supply, while his right hand started to brush against the hull, stroking it as if it were a lover.

March gently brushed one finger against the side of the ship. To the crew onboard, it looked and felt more like a meteor strike. They leapt back from a blunt clawtip as thick most of them were tall. Worse for them, that grey surface seemed to grow ever-larger, blocking out the view of space with only a relatively 'small' portion of his body. As the dragon's height reached an appreciable fraction of a mile, a cacophony of alarms startled any crew members that hadn't already understood what the creaking of the ship's hull meant.

Lights began to flicker onboard as March's increasing size placed an ever-increasing demand on the stations's reactor. Nonessential systems were being shut down to save power, and every bit of that power was funneled directly into a dragon's growth. The crew attempted to use the weapon systems to drive March away to save themselves, but those lasers proved hopelessly ineffective. Some of the beams simply refused to fire due to the lack of power. Others fired but only succeeded in sending more energy through March's body, causing one part to briefly swell larger before the size was redistributed properly across his frame.

Those on the lowest decks soon were confronted with another lowly sight: March's dick, now on full display. The view of his dragonhood left nothing to the imagination; the black flesh shone under the red alarm lights flashing onboard the ship. From the crew's perspective, the dragon's cock would have been an alarming space monster in its own right. From March's perspective, however, the ongoing electrical stimulation was just an act of foreplay.

One final jolt of electricity shot from the electrical panel into March's body. The wiring had finally burnt itself out with the power demands of a half-mile tall dragon siphoning from it. This, however, was not enough at all for the energy vampire. He wanted -- no, needed -- more. He could sense where the ship's reactor was and chose to take matters into his own hands in a very literal sense. He crawled across the station's surface, giving much of the staff a close-up view of his body, until he reached the portion of the hull above the reactor. With one claw he peeled it open like a mere tin can, exposing the engines to space and, more importantly, to him. He wasn't limited by what one flimsy panel could give him; he now had direct access to a Megaton worth of exotic matter and all the energy it could provide.

March straddled the ship as if he were embracing a bed, ready to hump against the mattress, with his balls covering the hole he'd created in the hull. He took some degree of care, but only so he wouldn't break his toy too soon. He wanted its energy, after all, and it was far too pleasant to end it now. When the dragon rested his muzzle against the station and purred lustfully, it reverberated through the entire structure and signaled to all on board that it was well past time to evacuate. Many of them wouldn't get the chance.

Each thrust that March made against the station was more powerful than the last. He rocked the entire vessel back and forth with each movement. Soon, he was large enough to wrap his wings around it and hump more vigorously, which only amplified the hazards. Portions of the its structure were failing and the mayhem made escape almost impossible. Escape pods crashed against the side of the ship and careened into the void, entirely unnoticed by the titan wrecking the once-proud spacecraft. Only the emergency lights were still operable and, soon, even those were extinguished as the systems of Demetrios Station came to a terrifying silence.

March had nearly reached half the size of his spacefaring 'lover' and continued to absorb all the energy he could. The reactor's containment was failing, which gave him a more powerful and erratic flow of energy. When the largest energy surges coursed through him, his largest growth spurts quickly followed. It became an intensifying spiral until, ultimately, the reactor collapsed and all its energy flooded into March in a single, catastrophic event.

With so much raw power flowing into him, March rapidly outgrew Demetrios Station. He gave it a tight squeeze as his cock broke through the hull, turning the vessel into nothing more than a glorified condom that quickly filled with several billion gallons of dragon cum. While the ship was built to withstand impacts from outside, it was certainly not meant to withstand that much pressure from within. Windows blew out. Seams in the hull failed and liquid splattered through them. Every new spurt of growth and spurt of cum did even more damage than the last, until Demetrios Station simply fell apart into nothing more than a cloud of space debris, partially held together by the viscous liquid that slowly cooled in the void of space.

March basked in the afterglow as his body absorbed every last joule of energy the station's reactor had to give him. The dragon, now nearly twenty miles in size, would need even more energy to continue his growth. While he noticed the lights of rescue ships coming to try save whatever portions of the crew had survived his lust, he needed far more than what just a few modestly-sized spacecraft could give him. His eyes drifted towards Luna and Gaia next, as the amount of light glittering on their surfaces was such a tempting target for the dragon's growing needs...

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Bonus: Alternate Introduction

In the first draft of this story, March was a crew member on the ship, rather than a creature brought to it. This is what that looked like.

Demetrios station was just one of many asteroid mining ships scattered throughout the system. It was larger than most, but still could feel cramped to the several hundred crew members who'd been upon it for longer than they could easily remember. March was among those on the ship, and the blue dragon found it particularly cramped. It was designed for humanoid-sized critters, not dragons that stood ten feet tall. There wasn't even room to properly stretch his wings while on the station, which typically led to him volunteering for more than his share of space walks. At least in space, he had room to stretch out.

One such spacewalk required some repairs on a part of the ship's electrical system. Some panel had gone on the fritz, and the morons who designed the ship decided to only make the repairs possible from outside. That meant the dragon could get a much-needed break from the cramped quarters and go for a walk of sorts. A quick change later, March was headed out the airlock to deal with that panel.

The dragon's not-so-little secret, though, is that he fed on electricity. And after an excessively long stint serving on a boring spaceship, he was ravenously hungry. That electric panel had access to the ship's core power supplies and, rather than making the repairs he was assigned to complete, he decided to help himself to the buffet of energy at his fingertips.