The Trouble With Dragon Farming
The Trouble With Dragon Farming!
All characters places and names are completely fictitious and are not intended to relate to anyone living or dead. Some of the content is of an adult nature and is not intended to be read by anyone under the age of 18.
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Warning, this story is a bit extreme. If you have dreams or nightmares about it, you have been warned.
Stevenson's World
Fourth planet from it's star, known until 2350 by a catalogue number but renamed by first discovery mission as Dragon's Star.
Mean planetary diameter 8,560 miles, Surface Gravity of 0.95G, Earth type atmosphere with 60% landmass and 40% water. Average distance from it's primary, a G2 star, is 94million miles.
This planet is metal poor, thus accounting for the low surface gravity for the size. The main industry is agriculture, farming a native species known as Drakks. Because of their size and shape, closely resembling creatures found in European mythology, they are often known as Dragons. The Males are about 8 meters long and the Females are about 6 meters long. Despite their fearsome appearance, they are herbivores, very docile due to a lack of native predators and with an intelligence level similar to Earth domestic cattle. Farming on the planet is not capable of scaling up and the majority of farms are small family run operations, typically covering an area of 20km squared.
The main export is the vaginal secretions of female Drakks when in season, which are used as key pharmaceutical ingredients in the Anti-geriatric drug Life-Plus, capable of extending human lifespan to over 300 years.
Excerpt taken from the Encyclopaedia Galactica, fourth edition, published 2,763AD
The sun rose into the clear blue sky, reflecting off two of the moons still visible in the early morning sky, the bright light shining in through the bedroom window waking her. It looked like it was going to be another hot day.
"Wake up Susan, you know we've got to have breakfast early today."
"All right Mum, I'm coming, just let me get a shower first."
Going downstairs, woken up a bit by her shower Susan found her parents already up and dressed, having nearly finished their breakfast already. It was time for their monthly visit to town, delivering their monthly harvest and collecting supplies. Normally, she went with them, leaving the farm in the care of her brother, Paul, but he had gone off world to college on Earth, some fifty light-years away.
Susan had finished college last year, qualifying in farm management, but most of her studies had been on Earth. She hadn't been very interested in staying on the farm, mostly it was to satisfy her parents. It was so much fun on Earth, with the bright lights and cities, so coming back home to the farm had been the last thing she wanted to do. Because Paul had gone away, now it was her turn to help around the farm.
Her father gave her a list of chores to take care of while they were away. The port was about two thousand kilometers away, so they would be gone for a couple of days. She had some contact numbers for the nearest neighbours, but they were about three hundred kilometers away. Susan was going to be stuck there alone. All she had to occupy her was caring for the Dragons and making sure to harvest the females that were in season. God, it was going to be boring.
As her parents left, their truck bouncing along the dirt road to town, the sun rose higher in the sky. Well, she thought, the chores won't do themselves, maybe if I get done early enough I can go swimming in the creek, it's going to be stifling later on today.
The Dragons were kept in a mixed herd, because if there were no males present the females wouldn't go into heat. Once they were in season they were kept separate in a huge barn. The mixed herd didn't need much in the way of care, but the females were a bit more labour intensive. First she had to ensure they had enough feed and water, then had to take care of the harvesting.
Their juices were collected by an absorbent vaginal plug, which was inserted deep inside. In order to prevent the beasts pulling them out, they needed a special tool to insert and remove them. Because of the size of the animals they were about five feet long, but strangely they were not much wider than a human penis. She hadn't actually done this before, but had watched her father and brother enough times, so didn't expect much in the way of problems.
Pulling out the first one was a bit tricky however. Because of the length and narrowness, it flopped down onto her, soaking her clothes.... Yeuch...Gross! Bagging it up she chucked it into the chiller cabinet in disgust, replacing it with a new one. Working in the barn it was getting hotter, the sooner she finished the better. Only another thirty to go.
By the time she finished, it was about 4 hours later, midday. Hot and sweaty, filthy from her accident earlier she needed a long cool soak in a bath. It was too hot to go back to the house and the nearest neighbour was 300km away, she might as well go skinny dipping in the creek where it was shady and cool.
Going through the pasture, past all the Dragons, she headed towards it, baking in the heat of the noonday sun. She stripped off on the bank and dived into a shady pool. Propping herself up on a half-submerged branch she lay back, luxuriating in the cool shady water, dozing off into a light sleep.
She was woken by a snuffling noise nearby. Looking up she saw one of the Dragons appeared to be sniffing at her clothing. "Get away from that, you brute, that's not edible," she shouted. The Dragon retreated as she climbed up the bank, recovering her clothes. She was a bit cooler now, but didn't see the point of putting back on her filthy garments, the best place for them was the laundry.
Heading back across the pasture, she noticed the Dragon seemed to be following her, but wasn't really worried. Dragons been farmed for over three hundred years and hadn't ever been known to hurt anyone.
Suddenly, she was knocked forward to the ground by a shove between her shoulders. Coming back to her senses, she tried to get up but found she couldn't. Looking up she found she was pinned to the ground by the Dragon's belly. This was a bit strange, what was going on? She became aware of something rubbing against the back of her legs. Looking down she saw his penis brushing against her leg. Susan realized with shock what was happening. The brute had been sniffing at her clothes, soaked earlier in the barn. He thought she was a female Dragon, in season, and was trying to mate with her. She began to struggle to escape, but to no avail. It wasn't easy trying to lift something that weighed over two tons.
His penis began to extend further, nudging against the top of her legs, probing for her entrance. Her struggles just succeeded in making his job easier, his tip, tapered to the thickness of a pencil entered her, sliding easily inside. It seemed to be writhing about within, seeking something, coming to rest against her cervix. The Dragon gave a sharp thrust of his hips, forcing about six inches into her womb. She began to feel a strange swelling sensation, deep within her belly, as the tip swelled up to the size of a basketball, anchored deep inside her.
Satisfied that he had captured his mate, the Dragon rose to his feet above her. Without warning, she felt his penis begin to retract, dragging her backwards, for once a Dragon has captured his mate, he draws her back towards him until she is nestled snugly against his chest.
Bracing her feet against the sides of his sheath, she tried to break free, but the pain from his anchor, buried deep inside was too much, her feet slipped and slid inside. Trying to grab hold of the ground beneath her, her fingers just dragged through grass, her legs sinking deeper, the entrance to his sheath stretching around her legs as it surrounded her hips.
By this time, a thought was beginning to slowly percolate through the Dragon's tiny mind. He'd retracted his penis as much as usual, but he still couldn't feel her nestled against his chest. Granted, she was a strange shape, but the smell was unmistakable. Instinct was too strong, he carried on pulling her towards him.
There had been a slight pause as his sheath stretched around her hips, but then the pull resumed, anchored deep within. She tried to brace her hands against the entrance, but once again the pain was too much. Her hands quivered from the strain as she fought to escape, but finally, her arms exhausted, they slipped in as well. Gradually the rim passed up her body, pressing against the base of her breasts, squeezing them against her chest, stretching the entrance to his sheath as it slid up and around her shoulders.
Finally, his penis stopped retracting, unable to go any further. She felt the entrance to his penis shrinking from where it had been stretched, drawing over her shoulders and closing around her neck. Only her head was left exposed, the rest of her trapped inside her fleshy prison, unable to move.
The Dragon knew that he had retracted as far as possible, but he still couldn't feel his mate against his chest. Nevertheless, his bulb was still anchored deep within her. Now it was time for the main event.
She began to feel a pulsing sensation, travelling down the length of his member, all the way to the bulb at the end, the vibrations beginning to arouse her despite her efforts to fight it. This was so wrong, she was being taken by an animal.
Her insides began to become damp, stimulated and stretched by his tool. Despite herself, she began to become hotter and wetter, more aroused, a wave of sensation building within, becoming larger and larger. The pulses began to increase in strength and frequency, driving her closer to the edge. She tried to escape, but she was held too firmly, her arms trapped at her sides and still anchored by his bulb deep inside, her struggles causing his penis to swell inside her, driving her over the edge.
As the Dragon felt her shuddering about him, muscles squeezing down on his member, he released his seed into her, nothing able to escape past his bulb, trapped in her innermost chamber. Susan gasped with the release, filled by his juice, sent into another rolling orgasm that seemed to last forever. Maybe now she could escape.
His bulb remained swollen, holding her in place. Slowly, she felt the pulsing begin again. Now she remembered something else about the Dragons. They had no native predators to fear, their numbers controlled in the wild by low fertility, so once a male Dragon had captured a female, they would mate until sunset to increase their chances of success. Susan realised that it was going to be a long day.
Finally, the sun began to sink down towards the horizon. She felt his bulb, finally, begin to shrink, no longer holding her a prisoner. The walls of her fleshy prison began to relax, the blood flow within them reducing, giving her room to move her arms. Reaching up, she forced her arms out into the air. Pushing against the entrance to his sheath, she slithered out, slumping to the grass below exhausted from her experiences. Since noon she had cum repeatedly, with only a few minutes break between each one before he started again. Her belly was swollen from his seed, which had been trapped inside by his bulb, making her look six months pregnant.
Struggling to her feet, she gathered up her clothes and headed back towards the house, staggering across the pasture with his seed running down her legs, anxious for a bath and a long soak to soothe her aching body. What had happened to her had been so wrong, but she had cum more in the last six hours that ever before in her entire life. She couldn't wait until her parents next went to town. Maybe living on a farm wasn't so bad after all.
This story has been a bit more extreme than the work I have posted so far, but I thought I'd try a change of style.
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