Wizhelm's Syndrome
"You fucking lumps of half-formed smeg!" I was fighting for my life, arms and legs flailing as much as they could between the two heavily armed guards. Sure, it wasn't smart, but it was the only thing I could think of.
Oh, you probably want some background. Okay, I'll humor you. My name is Jenet, and I'm an outlaw in the fine kingdom of Reishal. I say fine because the people who can land good jobs and abide by the law really love it. For people like me, though, it's extremely difficult to land a good job.. mostly because I'm an unfortunate sufferer of Wizhelm's Syndrome. What does that mean?
I'm prone to fall asleep for days, weeks, or even months at a time. Heck, when I was seven, I dropped out of school because I didn't wake up for almost a year and a half. Lucky for me, though, my condition comes with a few things to off-set the fact that it's untreatable.
First, I can voluntarily trigger a bout. I have no idea on any given basis how long it'll last, and by no means will an alarm clock help me, but it's nice I can call it when I want it. It still comes when I don't want it, though..
Secondly, I don't need to eat when I'm asleep. My body doesn't deteriorate, age, or atrophy on its own, so there's virtually no upkeep when I'm out. Sure, sometimes I wake up a pound or two lighter, but it is never life-threatening.
Thirdly, I'm subconsciously telepathic. I pick up bits and pieces of knowledge from others during my bouts. True, I miss a lot of stuff, but sometimes what I get is important... somebody's pin number, for example.
And that leads me to my general situation. Rather than griping that I couldn't get a job because of the condition (who wants unreliable work?), I used it to my advantage. I would hunker down in a nice secret passage near a busy area and conk out for a week or two. Upon waking, I would have a wealth of information to draw on. Pin numbers, social security numbers, key codes to houses.. it was great!
How was I supposed to know, though, that they would start to demolish the building I was hunkering in and discover just what games I was playing? With all the illegitimate wealth I had acquired, all the 'destroyed lives' and 'broken families' I had caused, the courts had given me the highest punishment possible..
The Punishment.
Now, I'll admit, I don't know what the punishment is.. but it's generally reserved for mass-murderers, child molesters, and used car salesmen. Capital punishment had been outlawed long ago, so I knew I would be alive... or at least I hoped I knew. The problem is that generally people who receive The Punishment are treated as dead. Instead of a death certificate, I'd get a "Discipline Certificate."
So you'll understand my reluctance to allow the guards to put me in the very small, windowless room which would be my jail cell for.. who knows how long. My reluctance would have continued if not for the fact that my disorder decided to play its hand at that very moment. I knew it was coming moments before it hit.. mostly because my vision conks out two seconds before my mind. Just enough time to utter these two choice words:
"Oh crap."
~*~*~
What I was expecting upon awakening was either an incredible amount of pain or a cramped, dirty feeling. What I wasn't expecting was a fairly comfortable, padded surface under me. I opened my eyes to a fairly cozy room. It was done in a fairly retro style-- curved corners, floor merging with ceiling and walls graduating into a round portal which took a sharp turn to the left and disappeared. It was painted a mottled green color all the way around, obviously sponged on.
Funny, green is my favorite color.
The only light in the room was from directly above, an LED fixture which actually had a mixture of colors rather than the standard white. It was actually comprised of the left overs from many other batches of LEDs, which either couldn't be sold or had minor aesthetic defects that didn't affect performance. Cheap things to make, but more popular for trend setters, which made these things hard to come by.
There was no furniture, save for whatever I was sleeping on-- which, I realized-- was nothing more than a foam mattress with a tough, nano-maintained fabric. I knew it was nano-maintained because I picked it up while I was sleeping.
I tried to get up. Emphasis on tried. For a moment, it didn't occur to me why it had become so difficult to do something as simple as rising to two feet. The solution was simple. I now had four feet.
The shock of having one's physiology drastically altered did not dawn on me immediately. Of course, shock is generally a delayed emotion. I know it is with me.
My first observation-- other than four-footedness-- was that my head was inclined to turn a wider range. That was due to the fact that my neck had lengthened to almost a foot and a half. The observation I made after that was that I was a dragon.
For a moment, I was severely tempted to go back to sleep.
"Okay, enough sleeping, sweetie, you gotta get to work."
Work? Both shocks decided to hit me simultaneously as I sought out the voice in vain. I needn't have bothered. It was coming from the implant just below my right ear. He seemed to notice my disorientation, though.
"You've been asleep since they brought you here.. and we don't keep you alive for nothing. Now go on, through the door like a good critter."
The way he said 'critter' made me snarl, literally. I didn't budge for a few moments, but then going through the portal started to seem really tempting. No good just sitting here. The thought at once seemed unnatural and commonplace.
It only took me a few seconds to argue it over with myself, at which point I started walking slowly into the tunnel. Past the turn, I came into a larger, brightly lit white and grey tunnel. That's when she bumped into me.
"Ooph, sorry. I wasn't looking." The embarrassed draconic creature that greeted me was a pale, shimmering gold with ruby red eyes and a shy smile.
I blinked, twice. "Uhh, it's okay," I said, unsure of myself. Here was another monster who, apparently, was much like myself. Did she receive the Punishment as well?
The creature just smiled, the corners of her mouth pulling back against her golden scales. "Ohh, you're Sleeping Beauty, aren't you? I was waiting to meet you." Now she seemed to be a fairly nice.. person. In fact, if I read her body language right, she was feeling a little shy, perhaps embarrassed. Why?
"Why do you look so embarrassed?" I asked, not quite realizing that my tail was lashing back and forth. I was still agitated by this strange, alien situation.
She dipped her head, the scales on her cheeks flushing a bright, beautiful crimson. "Well, not many people get wheeled in. Most just get dumped. Then I heard you were in a Wizhelm coma and couldn't wake up. And when I came to see you, you looked just.. so much like... like you were dead." The odd part was that she didn't seem disturbed by her own description.
"Oh, so you wanted to see me alive?" My tail was lashing less now. A part of me wondered why I was calming down in her presence.
"Actually, no, I didn't..." That struck me as odd. Not just odd. Insulting.
"Why the hell??" I suddenly barked, eyes narrowing at the golden creature.
She backed up several paces, bumping into a wall and sitting down, heavily. Her stomach was very round.
"L-let me try to explain," she whimpered, dipping her head at me. "I'm.. I'm... I'm a necrophiliac."
Ew. That's the first thought that came to mind. The second thought went along the lines of my next response. "What the fuck?! You didn't bang me while I was sleeping, did you???"
The way she dipped her head even lower was not a good sign.
"You did!!" I charged at her, one of my wings swinging forward to hit her in her plump bosom. I pinned her to the wall, glaring at her adverted ruby eyes. "You sick wacko, I should turn you in!"
"That won't do you any good," she whimpered, tears springing to her eyes. "I'm already turned in... If.. it makes you feel any better, I didn't put anything in you."
"Great, just great." Even though I was still mad, I felt myself calming down. "What did you do, then? I want every sick detail."
She swallowed hard. I could feel it against my wing. "Well.. I went to see you shortly after I found out about your condition. You did look dead... all pale, eyes shut.. you were even kinda cold. I.. I started out just lying next to you. I knew you would wake up.. so I tried not to do anything, honest. I just started sleeping next to you at night... Then I woke up one morning and.. and you were all stiff. Every muscle. Even your... your.."
I waited a few seconds to continue, then pressed my wing firmly against her throat. She coughed, then swallowed again. "Even your dick."
That turned out to be my third surprise of the day. It surprised me enough that I dropped my wing, sat back, and looked down. All I could see was a trim belly and yellow-green scales. "My what?"
"It's tucked away right now," she said, slowly moving forward and dipping her nose into my rather fixed view. "Right in here, see?" That's when her nose brushed against my stomach. A very odd, sensitive feeling ran up my spine and I shivered. The scales parted slightly down the middle, and I noticed something pink underneath. My dick???
She pulled back as if she hadn't seen its reaction to her nuzzle. "It was all straight and stiff and oh so cold.. I couldn't help myself... I.. I rolled you onto your back and.. you felt so good inside me. Soo delicious." Her eyes were getting glassy now. Mine were too. She'd fucked me while I was asleep? With a dick I didn't know I had?
"I've been screwing you daily for the past week... I.. I was going to again but.. you were awake."
Oh god, I thought. If she had been a few minutes late, I would have woken up with... My dick flopped out.
"Ack!" I cried, sitting back on my haunches and covering the half-stiff extremity with my hands. The dragoness blushed even harder.
"I'm sorry," she murmured, if only for my sake. "I won't do it again, if you don't want me to. I'll go lay your eggs now.." She stood up and started walking away.
Now, anyone you ask would be inclined to say that four major shocks in one day, never mind the last hour, is a little too much for comfort. I sputtered, "M-muh my eggs you said??"
That's when my vision conked out.
~*~*~
When I woke up, I was surprised to open my eyes and see a pair looking straight back at me. I felt awful, like I was about to throw up. I didn't usually feel this way upon awakening, but there I was. At least I recognized the eyes. I didn't panic.
"How long was I out?" I moaned.
"A day," she replied softly, shifting slightly so that her wing covered more of my shoulder.
"Did you screw me?"
She closed her eyes and shook her head. "I won't do it again. This time, I'll resist. Can I still sleep with you, though?"
I suddenly remembered something. Not one of my memories, I was sure of it. It was a memory of a smell. My smell. And how comforting I was in a frightening world. I blinked.
"Well.. uh.. of course you can. Can I just know one thing, though?"
"What is it?"
"What's your name?"
She pulled back a little, looking fairly surprised. "I.. I never told you my name. It's Malcolm"
"But.. Malcolm is a guy's name."
She nodded. "I used to be a guy. Now I'm a hermaphrodite, like you.. but everyone here generally thinks of themselves and others as female after a time, so you can just call me Mal."
My head tilted slightly. "Okay, Mal. I'm Jenet."
She smiled faintly, eyes sparkling. "Pretty name.."
We just kinda sat there for a few minutes, digesting the silence. She smelled nice too. It was comforting, relaxing. Her leg shifted and bumped into my stomach. I heard and felt the same clicking sound that had come from her. I stiffened. She seemed to notice.
"They got impatient, you know..." she whispered, shifting again so that her leg was lying across my waist. "Gave you an artificial insemination. That's what they have to do with some of those here who refuse to mate... just a matter of opening up the valve between where you store your sperm and your own womb."
"Isn't that incest, though?" I said, even though my chest was feeling tight.
"Doesn't matter.. they just want eggs. You ever had dragon eggs? Dragon meat? It's a delicacy in the upper and mid-class societies. I've had the meat before at a wedding. It was good."
"You mean they slaughter us too?" She shook her head rapidly.
"No, no. We're the breeders. We're important. They just hatch some of the eggs. There are even some second generation dragons acting as breeders.. but they're not intelligent at all. They can't even figure out which way up a food dish is supposed to be."
I sighed and shook my head for a moment, sorting out the information in my brain. "Why do I feel so calm, though? If I were still human, I'd be crying in a corner at this point.."
"It's the pheromones... keeps the violent ones from hurting the others and the suicidal ones from hurting themselves. When another dragon is nearby, you're as harmless as a kitten."
"Suicidal ones? I thought there were just convicts here.."
"No.. just the people who can't function in society. Most of us have some quirk which makes it almost impossible to live. I hear they're even secretly offering these positions to the homeless. That's the real point of the project.. to put the misfits in a better place."
I was finally starting to understand. The Punishment wasn't a punishment at all, but a forced lifestyle change. I wouldn't be tortured here. I wouldn't live out my days in agony. I'd have.. relative comfort.
"I guess it isn't so bad.." I shifted, started to stand up off of my own bed. Mal rolled onto her back, and I caught a glimpse of two plump-- and fairly human, I might add-- breasts. Then I noticed her own pillar of flesh poking halfway out of her belly, just in front of a pair of very puffy, very pink pussy lips. I felt my own maleness stirring to life in that moment.
"So," I said, shifting my leg in an effort to keep her from seeing my slight arousal, "how long is gestation?"
"As long as you want, really... we trigger our own labor any time the eggs get any larger than a chicken's. They just keep growing."
"Isn't there a limit, though?" I asked. Mal actually laughed.
"Ooh, hoo! Not that we've discovered. You should see Rikkie. She's trying for the world record in egg size. Come on, I'll show you!" She seemed excited now, bouncing to her feet and trotting halfway through the portal. Her dick was bouncing the whole way. I gulped.
"Come on, she's in the courtyard! All you've seen are the sleeping chambers." So, with that, she led me out into the same hallway I'd bumped into her. Turning sharply the way she had come, she led me into consecutively wider channels until it suddenly opened up into what could only be described as a cathedral times ten.
It was amazing. The vaulted ceiling was so high, I could see clouds forming in little wisps around platforms and perches scattered in a crazy reverse jungle gym. Other dragons were up there, some talking, some lounging, and a couple screwing in plain sight. The air was damp, cool, pleasant, and smelled of some delicious relaxing musk from at least a hundred different dragons.
The walls, too, sported all manner of perches and holes. The room was dimly lit by hidden lights which existed in panels throughout the walls, giving the illusion of ambiance. They gently curved down into the floor, which seemed to be a mixture between pleasant indoor scenery and lush greenery. There was even a large, old looking tree with several branches occupied by more dragons. That's where Mal was leading me.
What I had momentarily thought was a large boulder soon revealed itself to me as a round ball of scales. I blinked at Mal, then slowly started walking around it, trying to see exactly this object was. A granite grey dragon's head came into view, the creature lying there with her eyes half-shut and a pleasant-looking smile gracing her scaled lips. Mal nudged past me and nudged the dragon's nose with her foot. She sneezed, grunted, then opened her eyes. They were startlingly white.
"Gud eefning," she purred, making an effort to sit up and face us properly. I was astonished she could move at all. "Ah jou de neew kiddo? Ah, she verry prrety, Mahl, jou keep herr, da?"
I blinked at her for several moments while Mal grinned. "Only if she'll keep me, Rikkie. I wanted to show her your egg."
"Ahh, gud, gud! Go 'round ze beck an' she see."
I hadn't understood a word the dragon said. Mal, for some strange reason, started nudging me and took the path around the gravid dragon we had come. I hesitated, then followed along.
Her back end was almost frightening. Her legs had become splayed to either side of the egg, her tail dangling half-draped on the floor. In the center of this was her own cunt, stretched wide enough to accommodate a beach ball without so much as getting it wet. The source of the pressure was the obviously oversized egg trying to fit into that body. The shell, I noticed, was a similar grey to her scales.. I gaped.
"How the hell does she do that?" I squeaked.
Mal grinned. "Our pelvises are jointed, and our flesh is extremely elastic and heals tremendously well. The original creators of this project found a way to--"
I didn't quite hear the rest, because a fairly familiar voice entered my head from the general vicinity of my right ear. "Jenet, we got a special project for you. Be a good girl and go where I nudge you."
"Special project?" I mumbled, causing Mal to turn and blink at me.
"Oh, are the bosses calling you? Go on ahead, and do what they say. I'll wait for you with Rikkie."
That's when I had the urge to turn about and go down one of the tunnels on the far end of the chamber. It was very much like when I had first woken up. So that's what he did..
"Alright, I guess.. I'll see you later." Not seeing any reason to resist the urge for any longer, I turned around and walked down the tunnel. The sounds and smells of the other dragons slowly drifted away, and I found myself walking into a well-lit corridor, the first corridor I'd seen so far that wasn't round. It was a normal one, like in any building back where I was from. Soon I came to a nondescript door which I nudged open and entered. A pleasant looking woman was there, smiling at me from next to a fairly intimidating looking machine. The most intimidating part was the very large, phallic cluster of surgical steel prongs mounted on long hydraulic arms.
"Ah, you must be Jenet. I'm Dr. Wilson, and I'm pleased you're cooperating. Would you like me to explain some things to you?"
I slowly nodded, feeling disinclined to speak.
"Alright. I'm sure you've heard of the recent rejuvenation craze. Many of the folks in higher society are feeling their age, and looking like mad for a way to counteract this. We're doing some experiments in that field, and you're the first of our dragons who has been equipped properly for this. Do you understand?"
I wrinkled my forehead, nodding very faintly. The woman, Dr. Wilson, smiled. "You don't need to worry. It should be painless. You're just going to be a bit heavier for a few hours. There's a few rules I want to set right now, though." She picked up a clipboard, tapping on it with her fingers. "First, no talking. I'm sure Mike put a speech inhibit command on you already, so it should be easy for you. Second, act only on instinct. Nobody outside the facility knows you're intelligent, so please don't give anything away. Third, don't hurt the person who is going through this experiment. That includes hurting yourself. Forth, relax and enjoy. Am I clear?"
I was actually starting to like this woman. She was treating me like a person, even though I was a genetically modified monster. "Alright. Turn yourself around and lift your tail please. And tell me if you get uncomfortable.. just stamp your foot or something, okay?" Slowly, nervously, I did as she asked, facing the wall behind me.
I heard her footsteps, the rustling of her hair and clothes. She was humming, softly, and obviously putting on gloves from what I could hear. There was a wet sound, and she approached my upraised tail. When her chilly, rubbery, gel-coated fingers met my slit, I inhaled sharply and involuntarily flinched away. Her other hand went to my hip, patting it gently as she stroked my folds. I rumbled deep in my chest, feeling my sheath pulling open.
Slowly, she delved deeper inside, spreading her lubrication along my channel. Her fingers felt large against my tender walls, meaning I must have been tighter than a virgin. Nevertheless, she went deeper, then added a third finger. I stretched, but it didn't hurt. It felt.. so incredibly good!
"You're doing very well, sweetie. Just a little more." She pulled out slightly, and I had only a scant moment to catch my breath before she cupped her hand and slipped it inside. Oh heaven! I was being stretched open by her whole hand, which soon flattened into a palm as she stroked and rubbed every inch of my channel. I growled with delight, my wings shivering involuntarily from the sensation. Then I felt her finger slip into an even deeper channel, one which had never been opened before. I yelped, once, and she froze. "Are you okay?"
All I could do was stand there and feel full, her hand buried wrist-deep in my channel. After a few long, tense heartbeats, I nodded, and felt her continue. She stroked me, fondled me, twisted her hand inside me until I could hardly stand it. I felt her slip in a second finger, then a third, until she managed to get her whole hand past the second barrier, suddenly diving in up to her elbow. I howled, tensed, feeling my muscles rippling tightly against her arm, making the pleasure even more unbearable.
It seemed like my orgasm was over much too quickly. I panted for a moment until she started moving again. She was feeling around inside my belly, counting softly under her breath as she fondled each egg inside me.
"Goodness, you're a fertile beastie," she chuckled at last, tickling her fingers against my innards. That felt so good! "You've got a full two dozen in there. We're going to have to take those out, though. I don't see why Mike found it so important to have you self-fertilize." Her hand withdrew, and I used all my willpower to keep from whimpering at the vacancy.
She was back soon enough, pulling a rolling cart up next to me with a stainless steel bowl in the center. Her hand slipped in to the elbow again, and I hissed in delight. She grasped an egg, slowly withdrew it, and dropped it casually into the bowl before inserting her hand again. One, two, three, she kept reaching in and removing the eggs. I whimpered each time, twitching whenever she thrust her hand in and yearning for her touch every time she withdrew. Soon enough, my belly was feeling quite empty. She stepped back again, removing her arm-length gloves and dropping them in a trash bin.
"Beautiful eggs, there. Grade 'A' I'd say. Are you recovered enough to mount yourself on my machine as far as you can go?"
It was obvious what machine she was talking about.. the one with the huge phallic cluster. I gulped once, wondering just what it would do to me. She said it wouldn't hurt, and with how easily her arm delved into my depths I was inclined to trust her. Slowly, I moved over to the machine, turning my backside to it. The cold steel slipped into my channel so easily, I only realized it was fully inserted when my damp vagina hit the plate behind it.
"Good girl," the woman said, walking over to the machine and adjusting some dials. It began to whir, and I felt the steel bits twist about inside me. I whimpered as blunt ends that had been curved inward previously faced outward, effectively locking me on. "This will take a little bit. I'll have it move as slow as possible, since this is your first time."
The hydraulic arms hummed, then began to pull the pieces of the phallus apart, enlarging it inside me. I gasped and whimpered, feeling it steadily get wider and wider. The doctor gently patted my tail, then went to a drawer to pull a harness and muzzle out. Even as the machine was working, increasing the diameter inside my tortured cunt, she began attaching the harness, which was soon hooked to the ceiling. The muzzle she put on me with a whispered apology I barely heard.
It was agonizingly slow. It must have been almost half an hour when I felt the pieces hit the limits of my pelvis. They didn't stop, though. I felt the bones split, tendons groaned slightly, and I was getting even wider still. I huffed through the muzzle, thankful for the harness holding me up. I would have been unable to stand otherwise.
She started spraying inside me with what looked and smelled like water. Wider, larger, higher, I whimpered when I became stretched as wide as a beach ball, wider..
"Mike, you can send Ms. Evans in now."
I barely managed to unglaze my eyes enough to spot the woman who walked in the door. Beautiful, busty, blonde, and in the buff. I recognized her immediately as Veronica Evans, a spoiled actress I had seen so many times in the more popular movies. She didn't look quite like a movie star at the moment, though. I could see wrinkles, and her face didn't look nearly as vibrant as it did on the television. The miracles of makeup had come to pass.
"Alright, Ms. Evans, your dragon is nearly prepped. We just need to get you set up. Now, once you're inside, all you have to do is relax and not panic."
"I understand," she snapped, her voice so sharp it hurt. "Let's just get this over with."
The doctor nodded, and I watched as she inserted a breathing tube right down the actress's nose. She told her to swallow a couple times, and at one point she started to cough. The doctor seemed satisfied, though, and led her to my exposed and very open back side.
Her feet were the first in, and I flinched when her chilly toes touched my exposed flesh. She didn't seem to care about me at all, though, as she wriggled and squirmed into the wide passageway, her legs folding inside me. I stamped my foot once, growling at the inconsiderate intrusion. It felt good, though, very good. Her arms ran against my tender, slick vaginal walls as she pulled herself the rest of the way inside, my stomach becoming very heavy with her added weight.
The machine began to whir again, and I sighed in relief as the rods holding me open began closing once more, more rapidly this time. Soon my hip bones came back together and I groaned, allowing my feet to bear a little weight on the floor at last. At that point, the machine withdrew, allowing me to rapidly close up the rest of the way.
"Excellent, excellent. You did great," the doctor said as she affixed the trailing tube to my tail. Soon she was at my front, and I suddenly found myself in an embrace... or rather, my head got pulled into a hug that left my nose running right down her cleavage.
"The procedure went perfectly. Now all we got to do is wait a few hours for you to work your miracle. We have to monitor you, though, so don't run off." She began removing the harness, and I collapsed to the floor as soon as I was able. I felt so tired... and the woman inside me was squirming uncomfortably. The doctor knelt beside me.
"Just go ahead and get some sleep. I'll wake you up when it's time."
I couldn't help but smile, even though I was still muzzled. This felt oddly good. My belly was gurgling faintly, and even the tiniest movement within me caused a shiver of pleasure to run up my spine. So full, so mellow, so sleepy. My eyes drooped and I lay my head down on the floor for a well-deserved nap.
The doctor was patting my stomach when I woke up. I grunted, snorted, then opened my eyes to see her rubbing and patting my gravid middle. "Let's see what you did, Jenet. Go ahead, put yourself into labor."
I blinked sleepily, then shook my head to clear away the cobwebs. Labor? I hadn't done it before, even as a human.. Still, I had a pretty good idea of how to get myself to expel the woman snoozing in my body. I rolled back a little, stretching there on the floor. Then I pushed down.
My muscles responded like a charm. I felt them tighten, felt my walls loosen almost instantly. I groaned a little, spreading my legs as a gush of thick, clear liquid escaped into my pussy. The pressure in my belly lessened a little as the liquid pooled onto the floor, but I didn't bother to pay attention to it. No, I was getting this woman out of me.
I squirmed, growled faintly, and pushed again. She moved, both from my pushings and on her own. She then began to squirm frantically, her hands making faint impressions on my stomach as she sought the exit. I growled again and gave her a rough shove, feeling her head become squeezed in the narrow area between womb and world.
It took only a moment for me to dislocate my hips, opening the passage even further. I writhed, I rumbled, and she broke through, her head lodged firmly in my passage. The stimulation caused me to shiver, my wings shaking as my already half-erect penis sprung free of its sheath, making like a missile ready for launch.
She kicked, knocking the air out of my lungs briefly. She was trying to get leverage, was desperate to escape me. I roughly rolled further onto my back, shaking her about a little before I gave one huge heave, sending both her head and shoulders free at once. She gasped, sputtered, then wriggled her arms out and shoved against my legs painfully. I yelped, but couldn't help feeling incredibly stimulated as her hips and legs slurped their way out of me.
She started to stand up, but the thick, slippery liquid on the floor made her footing more than unsure. Her arms flailed, she fought for balance, but ultimately failed and came crashing down on top of me. My cock spasmed as it suddenly found itself being tickled by unchecked pubic hair. I then howled, arching my back violently so that she slipped forward, my meat driving into her unnaturally slick channel. Before I could stop myself, I began bucking against her, trying to get myself deeper into her. She hissed in surprise, trying to stand up again. The floor was too slick, though, and before her lips could leave the end of my pointed phallus, she fell again, this time her body swallowing up almost half of my length.
I snarled, something tightened in my body, and suddenly I felt an outrush of fluids, my seed released deep into her. The doctor rushed forward, but it was too late, I had already begun to dump my essence inside. Grabbing Veronica by the arms, she hoisted the woman off my still pulsating flesh and dragged her to safety. I didn't care. I was spilling seed onto my own stomach, the milky white substance running in hot rivulets between my scales.
My red hot horn pumped a good deal more cum onto me before it began to relax, lying back down against my belly and dribbling cream all the while. Spent, I collapsed onto the floor and curled up on my side. Their voices sounded distant, but frantic. The doctor was apologizing frantically and the actress was raving. I didn't even realize that I fell asleep.
~*~*~
I felt so good after the incident. I felt rejuvenated, energetic, like I could take on the whole colony. I felt good about my penis, and I felt hungry for another cunt to shove it in. I was mad, frantic, and the others saw it as I made laps around the edge of the cathedral. Most of them had retreated to the rafters, where I couldn't follow them yet.
"Cuntroll yersself, yun'un. Joo need ta lern to cuntroll yer neew ssex, na let yer ssex cuntroll yew."
I growled at Rikkie, barely getting the gist of what she was saying. She thought I was thinking with my dick. I was, but it's not like I could control myself. I was mad. Gloriously, deliciously insane.
"Jenet, stop it..."
I turned my half-crazed gaze toward the voice, finding myself looking right at Mal, who stood tall several yards behind me. I bared my teeth and began advancing on her slowly. I could just imagine my throbbing appendage gouging a furrow deep inside her.
"You're a little off-kilter because you haven't experienced these sensations before. Many of us went through the same thing. Please, just calm down..."
Calm? Calm?? Not while her scent was invading my nostrils, her wet passage tight in my mind. I snarled, narrowed my eyes, and charged forward. She didn't even flinch as I barreled into her, knocking her full on her back without remorse. I was throbbing, standing full at attention while a dewdrop collected on the end. I didn't give her a chance; I plunged it in deep, grunting as I felt her hot passage swallow me up.
She hissed loudly, writhing and squirming beneath me. Oh, but I wasn't going to let her go. Pounding, thrusting, I tried to get deeper. Her whines and moans further excited me, forcing me in further, deeper, until I felt something pop and I was buried up to my hilt. She howled, her walls suddenly seeming to clench down on my meat with the force of a vice. I couldn't hold back. I howled and released, pumping insane amounts of my essence into her.
Still I thrust, pounding against my captive and releasing my passions until my muscles began to burn. I was still hard inside her, desperately pounding while another release built deep inside my chest. She cried out again and again, each time her body clenching down upon mine. I snarled to the dragons watching me from above as I felt another wave escape me and invade her. I was becoming raw, burning, hurting from the amount of force I was exerting on Mal's body.
It was becoming hard to breathe, and my muscles seemed unwilling to respond. I actually whimpered, feeling my own body's desperate cries for surrender. But I was still stiff. One more release, I had to have one more release..
The light seemed to flee my vision, but it became blindingly bright at the edges where I could see. It hurt. My body hurt. The only part of me that didn't ache was my cock. Release, release, I chanted feebly in my mind. I would die if I didn't come again.
I felt the rush within my belly, felt my body give out. I was faintly aware of a satisfied smile on my own lips before I found darkness enveloping my mind.
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Veronica Evans Is Pregnant! Age-Defying Procedure Involved?
The image that filled my mind when I woke up was nothing more than a tabloid photo of the woman herself, looking no more than twenty years old. She had been pushing her early forties the last time I had seen her. On top of that, her stomach was feebly hiding behind some trendy skirt, trying to keep the secret.
"Oh shit," I thought.
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Hello readers and hopefully writers! DrakeLover is back on the scene, and she'd like to make a proposal.. I would like to encourage elaborations on this piece. I'll be working on it myself, but I'd like to see you do it too. So if you like it, grab yourself a copy of OpenOffice, Word, notepad, whatever! I just have a couple of requests, though...
Please, leave Jenet as a minor character in your story. She's mine ;) I encourage the making of new characters in this challenge, so go for it.
Be as extravagant with Rikkie's voice as you can. That's the point of her, heh heh.
And don't forget to message me when you put the copy out!