Phase 4 - Sample Extraction
#4 of The Silver Thread
This story takes place in a quasi-earth setting graciously into the future where technology is embraced but cautiously to keep in balance with nature.
Crimson Nova, which some of you may know, gave me permission to use his character to write out this dream story. Its not a commission, but the dragon in my dream was a young red male with earfrills and he was my first and obvious choice :)
If you lengthy descriptive stories that aren't pure sex then this one's for you; if a saucy yiff scene is what you want right now then skip down near the end, you'll find the approperately placed climax just where it should be =P
The large violet scaled councildragon poured his attention upon the large U-shaped console before him, a fresh cup of kalith steaming on the cup holder beside him. Panels flashed and shifted to Tressil's curious workings, some displaying vital statistics while others showed formulas and equations; the display on the far right side had a card game. The old dragon paused his studies for a moment and tapped a card on the final display before retrieving his cup. The monitor shifted into place, revealing a flashing "You win!" notification- Tressil hardly took notice as he sipped his drink, glancing down through the one-way view wall at his subject far below.
Still unconscious and now strapped at a 45-degree angle upon a stainless steel table lay the quiet form of Crimson. From the ceiling dangled a multi-function arm, its kinked and twisted length stretched to be before the young male. Upon the last two feet sat an aquard-looking bulky box seemingly made of a composite silver that had the look of liquid mercury and at the end of that box rested a multi-faceted compound lazerscan eye. A soft layer of blue light danced back and fourth from the scan eye as it slowly worked its way up his unconscious form, its advanced sensors taking an intricate and detailed picture of his body- inside and out. Tressil had been quite pleased with the results, there were some minor deviations, to be expected of course, but otherwise he was a perfectly healthy young male; and very possibly the last capable of breeding.
As he had suspected, the scans did not indicate the source of the immunity but he had a good theory on that, though it would have to wait until he had more detail on this young lad's family. The blue light passed over the last of the little red dragon's body before disappearing. For a moment the mechanical arm remained still while the councildragon finished his kalith before setting his cup to the side. His mind refreshed, he placed both paws on the liquid crystal display and began shifting and moving options about; saving data, encrypting results, starting new extrapolations and the like as well as starting a new card game.
" Aipa, I'll need a fluid extraction as well m'dear. Would you tend to that?" Tressil never paused his works while speaking to the progenitor program.
" Affirmative." The feminine mechanical voice agreed.
In the chamber below, silvery metal end shifted as if alive and, within moments, slid over the lenses-eye and consumed it. The fluid metal continued to move and shift, slowly elongating and changing from a bulky block into what appeared to be an intricate extraction device. A foot-long needle at the tip solidified, connected to a draw pump assembled beside a small holding container. Attached just below the extraction device, the compound sensor eye reappeared, the entire device looked fairly menacing but it would serve its purpose. As the arm shifted into place, the sensor eye began scanning his groin, a wide cone-like beam emanating from the eye and slowly shrank as it narrowed down its insertion point.
The purple scaled dragon paused in his works with a puff, placing his head in his paws to watch- there was so much to do and there was no guarantee any of this would work in the end... Tressil blinked and sat up, peering closer. The beam had shrank to the size of a quarter and was rapidly becoming smaller, it would be only a few moment before the needle was inserted and the sample taken. To confirm his suspicions, the old male shifted his attention to a display just beside his card game where an orange exclamation mark showed a warning on brain activity. Crimson was awake.
" Aipa, wait." The sensor, having found its mark had edged the needle within an inch of his skin but paused obediently while Tressil poured over his findings. After a moment, he looked back at the red dragon below, watching him groan and shift slightly, his head still foggy from the sterilization gasses. " Humm..." He mumbled to himself, rubbing his throat thoughtfully.
- If he awoke in a panic and struggled while Aipa was taking the sample, it could end up damaging his reproductive system which, needless to say, could be very devastating. Letting off a soft sigh, his eyes grazed over the young boy's naked form, his eyes catching on the soft pink flesh between his legs, the lazor scan's touch having stimulated that into full arousal long ago.
" Well..." He said aloud with a small smirk at the hidden inside joke. " there are always other ways to get a sample." Crimson groaned softly. " Aipa, do we still have access to X3's database?" The progenitor program clicked once.
" Vertigo Industries currently owns Kleptic X3 and is operating the business at a loss as both a cover-up support and an unsuccessful attempt to encourage sexual activity in the general public." Tressil's smirk turned to a grin as he looked up at the ceiling.
" So is that a yes?" AIPA clicked again.
" Affirmative." The old male shook his head playfully.
- Turning back to his monitors, Tressil began sifting through X3's online catalogue, browsing their female toys, then their mechanical devices, pausing after finding one of his liking. Pointing to the screen, he asked aloud;
" Can you extrapolate this design and combine it with a purified contained extraction device?" The progenitor program beeped once, then again and a third time before responding.
" Affirmative." The concildragon's smirk returned.
" Do it."
Far below in the next room, the arm dangling before the semi-conscious ruby colored dragon shifted, backing away as the entire complex body liquefied. The foot length needle melting upon itself as the entire thing shifted becoming a far more complex device. At the end a long adjustable cage protruded, within the cage a thick fleshy object formed. Upon the sides of the back box sat objects used for suction, motion, vibration and other stimulating activities. On the underside of the contraption sat an out of place tube which connected to a small storage tank. Crimson blinked his eyes open as the device finished solidifying.
Aside from the slight tingling in his lungs and a general fatigue throughout his system, the young dragon felt no ill effects from his exposure to... well... whatever that was. His slightly watered sapphire eyes gave him blurry vision and he closed them shut tightly, squeezing the excess teardrops to the corner of his eyes. Opening them once more, things were far clearer though once he got a look at his surroundings, he wasn't entirely sure that was a good thing. Noticing the giant mechanical arm before him first, an instinctive fear quickly crept into his body, an irrational panic ebbing into his mind. Instantly he attempted to move, bunching the sore muscles of his body, arching his back with little success.
His vision shifted up and then down, finding himself strapped at an angle to a table; wrists and ankles cuffed in a spread-eagle position- completely naked and stark hard to boot. Unable to help himself, the young male felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment. Where am I?! His first thought rang in his mind as his eyes searched for clues to answer the elusive question; the gray-blue walls around him gave no answers. With no luck from his surroundings, Crimson searched his memory of what had happened; Vertigo. This had to be Vertigo Labs but why... His mind froze as the machine before him stirred to life, moving fluidly from its original resting place, changing directions to hover directly above his chest.
A bit of fear crept into the young dragon's mostly fascinated mind as he watched it slowly position itself before his erection. In an instant, the fleshy part of the machine lurched forward, its constricting orifice pressing pleasantly against the tip of his member. Tensing with a gasp, Crimson's fear evaporated to be replaced with a curious lustful fascination. Growling lowly, he felt more then saw the inches of his cock-tip sink slowly into this mechanical mouth, the protective cage around it edging forward as well. Within a few drawn out moments, the machine came to a pause having pressed itself as firmly and deeply onto his shaft as it could safely manage. Diamond blue eyes starred off in blissful confusion, lifting his head with a louder growl as the machine stiffened, its inner walls becoming firm with a gentle suction that made his body tingle.
The inner surface of the sex-bit was slightly ribbed and lubricated with a compound that produced just enough friction to massively add to the stimulation without being painful; and it worked his body like a dream. In moments, the dragon youth was in heaven, the mechanical orifice would lift up and cork-screwed back down his length, hilting him within itself, pausing at the base to constrict tightly, vibrating wildly as it drew back up his stiffness in a slow spiral. The red dragon shifted, head plastered to the back his captive table as his body twitched and spasmed, precum leaking from his cock-tip freely which was in turn sucked eagerly away by the machine. Squinting his eyes closed with a grunt, the young male arched his back in an attempt to thrust into his captor's grip which seemed to trigger a new set of milking instructions.
With a soft hiss of internal gears the device shifted again, light reflecting off the sensor eye as it changed, tilting upward a bit further. The entire rig moved now as it swallowed the young drake's throbbing meat and began thrusting up and down his length. With a soft squeal of pleasure, Crimson let instinctual need drive his mind, his tail whipping back and fourth as his claws flexed, his member being pumped for all its worth- faster, harder, deeper; the sounds sloppy as its lubricant splattered messily about, the scent of his arousal impossible to deny. As he felt something inside him snap, the machine shifted instantly once again.
The first powerful contraction was nearly unbearable, his entire body jutted forward as his tapered cock-tip released its hot seed deep into the maw of this draining device. Thick juicy ropes of cum splattered in several hard spurts, the inner ribs sliding up and down his length slowly coming to a stop as the flow of his heated essence began to taper off and cease. Nearly to tears at such a climax, Crimson could but hang his head and pant as the afterglow of his lover/rapist experience. Exhausted before this encounter, throbbing unconsciousness eventually took him, small dribbles of his essence still being milked from deep within his groin.
High above in the observatory, Tressil sat with his elbows on the console, paws folded and chin resting upon them, his aged eyes watching the scene below prismicly. It was AIPA's voice that broke his trance however;
" Collection complete Councilor." Shaking his head with a grunt, the violet scaled male glanced about him as if waking from a trance.
" Erm, yes, of course." Came his mumbled response as he pushed away from the desk, glancing down at his own erection which jutted out quite obviously from his lab coat; the tip slightly wet. " I suppose we should begin preliminary analysis mm?" He spoke with a soft sigh, sliding back up to the desk, his talons working quickly over the liquid crystal keyboard to begin the setup process. " When the initial analysis is complete begin a genetic map. Specifically looking for defects or other anomalies the radiation might have caused."
" Affirmative."
" While that's running-" Tressil placed both paws on the desk and push away, standing to stretch for a moment. " I'll take our visitor off to some better accommodations, I think the prospective savior of our world deserves to rest on a comfortable bed don't you?"
- AIPA only beeped in response.
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