Dragon Breeding of the Male Kind
_...forced-but-consensual male pregnancy WITH A DRAGON! Ooh, the tastiness. Don't ask.
However, please be honest with the critiques, this is a whole new can of worms... err, pile of eggs... set of balls... I just haven't written it before so do tell me where I go wrong. Negative feedback: no more of this. And in either case this is just an experiment, don't judge me. :>_
"...and we will keep you both locked here until you mate."
That thought made my brain jar. They wanted... what? I had been locked up here in a small cell for hours. A small, non-descript grey cell, no windows, little bed on the floor and a display in the roof. The latter was constantly blaring with sounds of mating, playing, it seemed, non-stop footage of various species breeding. I'm sure it had some sort of subconscious effect on me, but I was far too horrified to get aroused by it. I had laid there until now, trying to keep my claustrophobia from flaring up, breathing slowly and focusing on the ancient rhythm of sex shown on the display. Constantly rocking hips, deep ejaculations, twitching whatever-species-hoods, males growling in animalistic euphoria as they inseminated others, accomplished their purposes.
Am I getting ahead of myself? Why I'm in this cell should be the most important question - alas, I don't know. I do not have the faintest idea - last thing I remember was taking a promenade on the streets during the night as I usually do, nocturnal cougar that I am. Then all went black. Why anyone would want me, I don't know either. I'm not muscular, not extremely intelligent, not the most beautiful feline out there. Unless it was by chance or the mediocreness itself, they have me stumped. So, I awoke in this accursed cell. I told you about the display already, but there was one more thing worth mentioning - the room was divided in the middle by bars, apparently solid steel - and on the other side was a sleeping dragon. Yes, a bloody dragon - one of the bigger red ones, apparently tranquilized. I had tried waking him up, but making noise wouldn't help - I guess if it did, the constant lust-filled screaming emanating from the display speakers would have done it already. Oh, and he was male - very male. From the very visible slit between his legs his huge, ridged cock was protruding, glistening with a slime it seemingly excreted with a small pool of this lubrication or precum having formed beneath it. The beast was making small humping motions as if trying to mate with an invisible lover, and occasionally whimpering in frustration - clearly he was being much worse affected than me by all this - and locked in some erotic dreams. If I was female, I'm sure I'd be excited by the sight, but this was not the case. I couldn't understand why I couldn't smell him though - some technological trickery in the bars separating us, most likely.
After looking at the huge draconian for a few minutes, I realized I was in a cell and my attention shifted to the extremely closed-in feel of the space.
That's about when I panicked, clawed at the walls and trashed about until I simply couldn't anymore, and collapsed back onto the not very comfortable "bed". Why the hell do I call it a bed anyway? It was a mattress at best, stained by god-knows-what and ripped and torn at places. And it had a pungent stench of heat all around it - it was old, however, and didn't affect me much, especially not in the half-panicked state. They probably used this bed for mating, and through sheer luck I managed to focus on that thought instead, with the help of the yiffshow broadcasted above me, to quench the fear. But as I said, it was more of a calming through repetition thought than arousal.
And just now the feed had finally changed - a fox appeared on the screen, cutting out the previous show. He seemed rather gaunt, though I could only see his face on the display, and he was wearing a white lab coat, seemingly waiting to have it confirmed he was getting through. With a nod to someone offscreen, the vulpine finally spoke. "Greetings there, cougar. I'm sure you've been wondering where exactly you are and about the... burlesque nature of this place. Quite simple..." he grinned, stroking his chin. "...well, perhaps not quite so simple - but you've been captured by what you would call mad scientists." At this point he chuckled. I frowned in return, I was already hating this person, and his dry, raspy way of speaking wasn't very pleasant on my ears.
"Ah, not much of a talker, are you? Very well, here's the short version - we perform various genetic splicing here, species mixing through plain old-fashioned mating, that kind of thing. You've been chosen..."
That's where I started. He told me I would have to mate with the dragon. Apparently he had missed something. Now it was my turn to laugh. It was a half-forced and screechy laugh, but it felt good. "...mate with him? If you seriously didn't notice we're both male and he's a... a... reptile." I break down in hysteric laughter. All this a misunderstand?
"Now now, cougar... we don't make mistakes like that, we're professionals. Dragons aren't ordinary animals, feline. It's well known -except maybe to some backwater cougars- that the musk of a dragon in heat can and will arouse any animal - at least ones with spines. We don't know about insects yet, but will eventually... when you let him mate you, he will make you scream in pleasure as he fills you with his seed - and here's the best part - he will impregnate you. We don't know how they do it, but dragons can and will get any species and either gender pregnant, if both parts are willing. How else did you think there are so many half-dragons out there? It's easy to fall to their bestial charm, as you will soon discover."
The words washed like cold water over me. "But I don't... I don't want to... I'm not..."
"Because we've kept the zero-field in the middle intact to keep you away from his heat-stench. Wouldn't want to have you hurt yourself hurling yourself at the bars - a wounded little kitty wouldn't be suited to carry a dragon's offspring - anyway, time's up. Enjoy."
The screen flashed as it tuned back to the previous, predictable feed - and then the bars opened. The dragon was awakened, possibly by the dissipation of the "Zero-field" the mad fox had mentioned. Immediately I felt the air, warmed by the hot-blooded reptile gush into my cell. I would ignore it - I could do that. I kept telling myself that even as the scent wafted up to me, filling my nostrils with the dragon's heated, tangy aroma. I took a deep breath and squirmed where I lay on my bed. The heady musk made my head spin - as if it went directly into my blood. Suddenly, the constant mating on the video felt so much more alluring. I became completely absorbed in it, watching animal after animal get rutted by strong males, naturally, like they were supposed to, getting pumped full of fertile semen. I felt that bittersweet need to start building up in my groin, my cathood unwillingly swelling and starting to poke out from it's furry sheath, making my arousal clearly visible to the scaly beast who had inched a little closer now, and intently staring at me.
Instead of attacking me like it would, the redscale simply laid back, leaving his ridged cock to proudly throb, pointing at the roof. And then he began stroking himself. My attention shifted to him in morbid fascination, but I reasoned that if he got off now, maybe mating would be impossible - so I kept watching, my spiny cougar cock rock hard as I watched the great beast hump his own claw-adorned hand. With every third pump or so, he would let out a throaty growl and squirt whitish-clear precum over his belly. The soft movements and the sounds he made were all so perfect, all so seductive. But I would resist - I would hold on. "Let me... " he suddenly spoke, startling me. "...so terribly aroused... let me... do this and we can plan some sort of escape..." he groaned between short gasps. So he was a sentient dragon - and well aware of the situation, even if clearly barely able to keep from breeding me - oh, how weird that thought sounded - right there and then.
I stood up and took a few steps closer, watching the dragon writhe in euphoric pleasure as he abused himself frantically, desperate to relieve his heat before it'd hurt me - the red dragons were every bit as noble as I had heard. I walked around him, feasting my eyes on the action - it didn't feel wrong at all to be attracted to a male of a different species now - but the way I was entranced by him, how my eyes were focuses on his grimacing muzzle and throbbing dragonhood make me not watch where I was going - not remembering what I had seen earlier. The pool of the dragon's precum filled almost a third of the room now, and when I put my paw into it, I slipped - landing muzzle first in the slimy mess, getting a mouthful of the still-warm precum. I reflexively swallowed, the stringy white fluid feeling much too good over my tongue and in my throat. I lost it - in a heated frenzy I started lapping up more of it like a thirsty kitten. It wasn't enough. I ground my hard cock against the slick floor, growling with pleasure and feeling the stuff warm my shaft like some sort of heating lubrication. I wanted more, I needed more still, and with that I dipped my fingers in the stuff, got up on all fours and moved my trembling paw up to my tailhole. The naturally lubed finger slipped in very easily and coaxed forth a lusty purr from me - first one digit, then another - but it just wasn't enough, and I mewed in frustration.
The redscale was still laying panting raggedly, on the floor, apparently having trouble climaxing alone. He opened his clenched-shut eyes to watch the yiffing feed, figuring it might help him - and he saw me where I was crouched, fingering myself using his precum as a lubricant. Next thing I knew was his crushing weight above me, his massive shaft resting against my tail, feeling so hot through my short fur. Still, I was alarmed - but the dragon attempted to calm me down. He said he would only hump against me, rub his shaft against my hole and between my cheeks instead of inside it. Without even asking he began, the strong beast rutting against me. His slick member slid across my tailhole, sending a surge of pleasure into my groin and head. It felt so very, very good, and in no time I was rocking along with the dragon's thrusting. My back was being covered by his heatslime but it's not as if I wasn't drenched in it already from falling into the small pool - so I savored the feeling. I heard him rumble above me, my whole body vibrating from the sound, as his movements became longer and more calculated.
Mine didn't - I was frantically twitching in order to find release. When he pulled back again and I pushed back, the tip of his cock wedged itself inside me instead of just sliding against my hole. It easily parted my self-lubed muscle and I felt a squirt of his hot precum immediately coat my entrance as his maleness twitched. We groaned in unison, but the dragon stopped. He took a deep, growly breath, grit his teeth and pulled out, settling onto the same rhythm of humping me again. It seemed to take every ounce of willpower he had not to plunge his arousal deep into me and... squirt me full. It seemed to have triggered some instincts in him, as he was moving erratically, not as smooth as before, as he seemed to constantly have to correct his position to keep himself from sinking into me again, and to no use. He slipped inside me again, and I pushed back, the feeling of his red-hot meat pulsing inside me driving me wild with ecstasy. I speared myself willingly on it, moaning between stuttering breaths as the wider shaft forced it's way into me. The great reptile was still again.
"I'll... just leave it like that for a while..." he whispered, savoring the feeling of my hot insides tightly squeezing his length. Another twitch of his long member was followed by a feeling of wetness as more precum slicked me up. I pushed again, and he responded, perhaps reflectively - hilting himself in my tail, so deep that his seed-heavy balls came to rest against mine. "Just... leave it inside for..." he began. I was feeling so very full, and it felt so right - probably mostly due to my arousal, but having this strong male mate me like on the videos I had been watching felt so natural, felt like I was destined for it. It was obvious the dragon was having a very hard time not obeying his own instincts. I couldn't help it, I wiggled under him. And then I wiggled some more.
He bit into my throat, gripping the skin between his teeth, letting out a muffled moan - and started to pull out. I clenched my hole around his ridged length, trying to keep him inside, mewling softly. That was all it took - the dragon succumbed to his instincts, thrust back into me with a growl, and started mating me like a female in heat. Already on the first thrust I exploded with pleasure, sending ropes of my cougar seed on the floor, mixing with his slime. Another mighty growl came from above me as I spasmed on his massive length, as if trying to milk it for his load, my body trying to convince him that it was alright to empty his swollen balls into me. Not as if he needed encouragement anymore - I could feel him throbbing as he made my insides wet with his precum, more and more of it oozing out, preparing the way for his real load.
It didn't take long. Even after my own orgasm had subsided I kept rocking back against his massive, violating member - waiting for that feeling I wanted to feel - what I *needed* to feel, thanks to the pheromones clouding my head so utterly. The scaled beast pushed as deep into me as he could, gave a loud, husky purr, and then I felt his cock swell inside of me. I could feel his fresh, potent cum surging powerfully through his shaft as it passed my tightly stretched tailhole. For a moment I felt the cold reality of the situation - but then, as the near-scalding hot seed lanced from his tip deep into me, the explosion of warmth within my belly swept away all those thoughts. Only a soft "yes, yes" escaped my lips in a doglike whimper as the dragon mindlessly worked on inseminating me, filling me with his warm and sticky draconic cum. He was twitching with ecstasy, working his unloading, spurting maleness even deeper into my frail frame, making sure his seed ended up where it was supposed to, where it would do it's work. Just like those scientists wanted him to. Just like nature wanted him to. And, as shameful as it was, just like I wanted him to, too.
As soon as it began, it was over. I was full of the dragon's essence to the point of it leaking out around the thickness within me. After a few weak, sticky pulses more, squeezing out his last drops inside me, with a triumphant, if tired roar, he lifted me up, laid on his back and let me rest upon his scaled belly with his cock still buried in my tail. He placed one of his claw-adorned paws onto my belly, and I felt so strange, a new warmth growing inside. I opened my eyes, looking at my body - did my previously so flat stomach pudge outward ever so slightly now? I didn't really care - if this dragon had given me his cubs - or eggs - I would accept them as part of me. Placing a paw upon his, I drifted into a comfortable, warm blackness in his embrace.
And that's it, but beware, if there's a next chapter, it will be quite sick and twisted!