Ruby Red and Scaly
When a dragoness is in need and chooses, well...
The tan, black tipped dog lay sprawled in his foam-molded fold-out cot, listening to the wheezing rush of the air circulator. It had been another long night and, despite ten hours of sleep, he was still exhausted.
At first it seemed exciting, perhaps even exotic. He had been merely a station-bound mechanic, third class, trying to scrape by and earn his first service certificate - and pay raise. It was claw-biting work at times. As he had the strength of youth along with a fairly stocky frame they pegged him as the 'Lifter'. That meant doing all the hauling of parts when the gravity sleds went out or shoveling dirt in the park.
"All this way into space and all they wanted was the same thing I'd been doing before..." he often grumpily mused.
All that changed when he met her...
The pup had just finished digging out the last Dawn's Brush. It was a particularly thick-rooted spiny cactus that wasn't suited for the new 'Organis Celebration' theme, apparently. The place was empty while he was renovating, as most of the guests didn't want to walk in the muddy mess we has making.
A glint of red caught his eye as he carefully dropped the spiny dead vegetable onto the only working sled. It groaned and whirred, threatening to break from the abuse of being used, but slowly rose back to position again. The dog was hardly paying attention to the machine's drama, as there was something tall and scaly watching him over the blue glow of a comm slate.
She was beautiful, like the cherry red hoversled he left behind on-planet, only her curves suggested an entirely different kind of ride. It was her that broke the long stare, turning to face him on the bench and spreading out her body in a lazy curl like she'd practiced it forever. It was just enough to push out the skin tight suit straining to contain those scaly thighs and demonstrate the crease in the middle right where she wanted him to look.
Once he realized his massive erection was threatening to rip through his uniform and those tawny ears filled with red it was downhill from there. He remembered little afterwards, apparently agreeing to transfer to her ship and giving away everything he couldn't carry.
Apparently she wanted to have his, well, eggs. Her species could reproduce with any two males and somehow do the rest. Where she got an apparently endless supply of sperm he never thought to ask at the right time.
The dragoness wasn't the captain. He thought she said astrogation, but being so exhausted it was hard to remember anything. Officers were allowed a personal 'assistant', apparently.
At first it seemed great. She set him up in his own quarters with a particularly large multispecies bed and he had his own entertainment center. The pay was great, too. Twice what he was making pushing dirt around. Losing his virginity seemed like the cream on top.
She would come in, flashing her tight lipped smile, showing off in a rustle of wings and stretches as if limbering up for a workout. Scaly talons pushed into his own tight uniform through the center slit and caressed fuzzy balls and his quickly swelling sheath. As if she could will it free with a grinding scaly kiss, red flesh would slide up her wrist and out into the air.
He'd find himself down on his back, the tight skin of his uniform peeled off and tossed somewhere. She'd hover over him with that long glittering red chest, humming some strange melody he couldn't recognize.
In his head he called it the 'baby making song'. It was obvious what she wanted, as she would push a small device up between his legs and attach two metal tubes up to his balls. Suction would latch on tight and the machine would hum. His balls would start to tingle and a cold sensation followed, making his red length jump and swell.
She'd climb up onto the bed at that point, wrapping those strong legs around his head, and push her belly up to his nose. The scent was always faint at first, like he had to hunt for it, and it guided his nose straight to her waiting slit. It was almost embarassing to think about, but he was a mutt and some kind of instict drove the pup to make wet squelching licks up, digging his long tongue inside the dragon's red heat.
At first she'd be dry and he'd coat her insides with saliva as she cooed and rocked against his nose. But the scent would deepen and start to fill his senses as he teased out a golden dribble of thick dragon slime. He wasn't sure what it was, but once he started he couldn't help but lick out the tangy, sweet liquid that would soon drool over his muzzle and cover his face in her scent.
When the machine between his legs let out a beep, that was her cue to pull away while practically chanting that endlessly varying song. He'd peek down at his balls, watching in some kind of stupor as his straight-up pointing red dick was dwarfed even at this angle by the fat balls straining to push his legs apart.
There would be little time to wonder, though. The dragoness would crouch back with a flutter of wings and shove down onto the whole length of his erection in one go, swallowing it all the way to the knob with a crooning squeal. It was a beautiful sight he was to see often, with her back arched and legs spread out wide around the barrel of his hips. Just the base of his knot would be showing out of her gaping slit, marveling at the way she'd grind side to side to work that last little bulge of his manhood in.
As if his will had kicked in, that was always the point the pup would start to thrust, and reach up to grab her lanky scaled sides. She would press down to meet him, his muzzle rubbing up into tiny red scales on her neck to make them moist with rapid hot breath. Lewd squelching would fill the room while that dick pumped upwards, the dragon's talons on his shoulders and her keening urging the male on.
He'd thrust and work that hard knot up, digging his tapered tip deep in the female's belly until his muscled ached and burned. And then, with his balls so fat and ripe, when he went over the edge it was all he could do to claw at her scaly hide as she roared and staccato bursts of semen pumped up fast and hard like endless waves crashing through his dick.
The pup would lose track of time. Sometimes he'd pass out. Always it was the same. She'd lay on top, rubbing against him and softly crooning that melody. And then, like a vivid memory fading away, the squeezing heat on his length slipped away as the dragoness slipped free with a wet pop. Often he would watch in a haze as she rose up lazily to stretch and that gaping red slit ran with white down her legs and slender tail.
Only then would the musk in the room equal the honey-like scent from her slit that was still clinging to his nose.
She would take away the machine, slip on her clothes, and leave him to curl up and fall asleep.
This had been going on for weeks now. Maybe months. He couldn't remember. Maybe he wasn't virile enough or something was wrong with her machine. Whatever it was, she didn't seem to be getting pregnant. Was he not pushing in deep enough? He'd try harder each time, working and thrusting in, as he vainly willed his body to respond to her need.
But, she'd come back and mate with him again... and again... At first he'd whimper when she first drew near in sheer arousal, but now it was in fear. Eventually something had to give and it seemed like it would be him. He had little work to do and could sleep for long periods, but it was never enough.
Now, he lay there, weary and his muscles angry after that long night, wondering what to do. Those poor balls ached sore pulses as his heart beat. His ears perked. There was something... Oh no, it's that song again. The 'baby making song'.
The pup whimpered. His red finger started to poke free, his body automatically responding by now to her mating song. She was back for more.