Quality Employment
This is something a little beyond what I've ever written before, so please be warned. A test subject gets pulled into a year long contract to help in the production of the ultimate cure of the modern world. But there is more too it than just working an assembly line.
Also still tweaking the formatting here. Hope the breaks take this time.
Quality Employment
The others often made light of the fact that Qwarze blended in with the orange jumpsuits. But when he entered the locker room, the only other dragon present was busy so he was free for a few moments. His ears perked when he heard the grinder running.
"You still pissing?"
"Yep," replied Miziz.
"Weren't you out of testing a day ago?"
"Yep," replied the pale dragon. "These guys have been loving me of late. They hardly want to leave."
"Just make sure to keep track of..."
"Duh," interrupted Miziz. He looked down and noticed the flow had finally ceased. Things were looking fairly clear down below. "I keep better records than you do captain sunburn."
Qwarze rolled his eyes. "You think you'll pass clearance for our thing tonight?"
"I hope so, Yal's left me five reminders already. If dragons could be in heat I'd of sworn she was."
Qwarze chuckled. He'd dated a cat before.
Miziz shook off instinctually before letting himself retract a little and zipped up his jump suit. "How about you, Dullsa screaming for them to let you out?"
"Probably," replied Qwarze. "But unlike you I take my time in testing as a chance to ignore the world."
Miziz turned and approached his fellow test subject. "So, have you had a chance with, uh, her yet?"
"You mean having a roll in the snow?"
"Well, yeah."
"Not yet. I'm still, well, a little intimidated. Dullsa is amazing, but, its complicated."
"Dullsa does have a deeper voice than you," kidded Miziz.
"Yes, but at least I'm guaranteed to have bigger balls."
"Oh, she might surprise you. I've heard stories."
"Ok Miz, you can just shut the hell up."
"Fine fine, let's get out of this bathhouse from hell and not talk in the waiting room."
Despite the promise, conversation was had while they waited for their time to be up. Miziz found himself again at odds with Qwarze on the viability of building a train route through the Crinbies, despite Qwarze insisting that the new stadium up there was under serviced already and the main season hadn't even begun.
"Qwarze?" came the call finally. The other test subjects had already been processed before they had even gotten to the waiting room. The orange dragon got up and entered the small door. As he had done a dozen times before, he stood in the middle of the glowing hall way and raised his arms and tail and waited for the signal to proceed. The hall lit up for a few moments and then returned to its normal mood lighting. "Clear," came the intercom voice and he exited.
It was almost a half hour later before Miziz was called. He lifted his arms and tail, and extended his wings. The light came on for a few moments and switched off. He waited.
"Well?"
"One moment."
Miziz sighed. He was growing a bit tired after a few more minutes. The light came on again. It persisted for longer than normal. He counted twenty three seconds before it shut off again.
"Alright, clear. Sorry about that," said the voice.
"No problem," replied the dragon, a bit miffed.
Miziz was no longer wearing his jumpsuit. Instead he was sporting a rather well made vest. His mane was washed as well and even his horns shinned. Qwarze was similar, but had a bit more of a full shirt on, which was easier for him to handle as he lacked wings.
But the stars of the night were the two who had joined them at the table. Though less pale and more snowy in color, Yal was elegant as ever, despite having already dropped some spaghetti on her cleavage. The tiny bit of sauce still there was invisible against her red scales. The fourth dragon was also the tallest of the four but she filled out her dress quite a bit more than Yal in a couple key places.
"So, how have things been since we've been gone?" asked Miziz.
"Splendid, I had twelve flings with old boyfriends and laid ten eggs," said Yal with a grin. "Speaking of, we're having omelets tomorrow."
The giggles of Yal and Dullsa did get the guys to chuckle a little.
"I guess the question is, did Dullsa out do you Yal?" inquired Qwarze.
"Nope, I didn't lay any eggs. But after I had my way with Yal she had half of hers."
"But yeah," said Yal. "Not a whole lot new. Triz might be moving out of town soon. Got work in Altzan I think."
"Doing what?" asked Qwarze.
"Being a gargoyle on one of the old buildings they have down there I'd imagine," said Miziz.
"Can't be as sweet a gig as you two have, vanishing into the ether for days on end." Dullsa sipped at her wine. "I know you guys can't say much about what it is that they're doing to you, but its got to be good if you always come out of it with such smiles on your faces."
"Well," said Qwarze. "I did get word that they're asking people to start hype something they've been working on..."
Miziz perked his ears. "Really?"
"Yeah, my uncle mentioned it to me while I was waiting for you to get scanned. They have a market plan and are asking people close to the project to leak some of the benefits."
Dullsa grinned. "This sounds juicy. This a new blue pill thing?"
"Its, more complicated than that," said Miziz. "Qwarze, if you're about to say something without the go ahead, I will have to report you. You know that. You'll be out of a job in a day."
"I have the go ahead to say a few specific things. First off, what we've been working on helps with cholesterol. And I mean really helps. You're about to have a heart attack in a week due to clogged arteries? Well what they got brewing will clean that right up."
Miziz sat back, his ears twitching as hear listened to the promises.
"Not to much of a problem for you two I hope," said Yal.
"Not really no. But see this slab of meat here?" continued Miziz pointing. "Did any one notice how I'm not cutting off any of the fat. I've just been chowing it down? Or how I've been downing five bags of chips a night when I'm not at work?"
"I thought you were just crazy dear," said Dullsa with a chuckle. She put a hand on one of Qwarza's thighs below the table. His leg felt rock solid as she rubbed.
"Not crazy, its part of the testing. They asked me to eat as much as I could since day one. I know dragon metabolism is fast, but the rate I've been going, I should of gained fifty pounds, easy. But, our miracle has helped me keep it off. All of it off."
"You've been a stud muffin since the day I met you, that's true," mused Dullsa. She felt Qwarza's hand on her thigh.
"And yes, in some situations it can greatly enhance, certain appetites," finished Qwarza before giving Dullsa a rawr. His hand slid up a bit and brushed against the lower region where she filled the dress out beyond what it was designed for.
"You know," said Yal. "Seems too good to be true. It sounds like next you'll be claiming it cures cancer. And if this drug really is that amazing, I doubt they'd get it approved until you two are out of a job for at least a year. Data analysis of all the testing takes time."
Miziz chuckled. "Who said it was a drug?"
"So, a procedure then?"
"You... could mistake it for a procedure. But I probably shouldn't say more," answered the pale dragon.
"He's right," said Qwarza. "I think they've found a loop hole of sorts. As long as they can prove it doesn't kill you and has evidence that it does something, they can get it out there."
"Color me unconvinced," said Yal. "At least until I see some evidence for myself."
Miziz grinned. "Perhaps later tonight..."
"Oh you two," said Dullsa. But her gaze quickly flicked to Qwarza, who seemed a slightly darker orange after he noticed.
"Oh hello!" said the raccoon.
Miziz and Yal looked over. Miziz was still fumbling with his keys. The raccoon had his out and unlocked the door to the apartment building.
"Oh, thanks," said Miziz. "Yal, this is Spev. Spev, Yal. He lives above me."
"Its good to meet you," said Yal.
"You two had a night out?" asked Spev as the trio entered the building. "Oh yes, Miz, I got a package for you. I nabbed it before Miss Klepto grabbed it. Want me to grab it now or wait until morning?"
"Yeah, we were just having dinner," said Miziz as he checked his mailbox. "And, yeah, morning might be better."
The raccoon winked. "Have a good one then!" he said before hopping up the stairs.
"I didn't know you had a hot neighbor," said Yal. "Mind if I knock on his door if you get tired?"
"Oh hush," said Miziz as he opened his door and motioned for her to enter.
"So Miss Klepto?"
The dragon rolled his eyes. "The gal down the hall. She's been known to borrow other people's mail if its left out. A few of us have caught here and companied to the building manager. Rumor is she'll be out at the end of the quarter."
"That's good, don't want her stealing any love letters I might send yourself."
Miziz chuckled. "You do like to pretend to be old fashioned don't you?" he said as he shut the door.
"A steam punk enthusiast has to do what she can," she leaned in and gave him a kiss.
With a post kiss smile, he double checked to make sure the door had shut and was properly locked. Following her to the living room he found himself sinking into the couch besides Yal.
"So," she began. "Am I finally going to learn why they've been taking you away from me for days at a time every other week?"
He gave a slow nod. "I guess so. I... I still want to confirm things before I start risking breaking my non-disclosure contract."
With a nod. "I'm hoping this means you'll be able to be around more often."
"And distract you from all your other boyfriends?" he smirked.
She leaned in and gave him another kiss, a bit longer than the previous. "Why would I need other boyfriends when I can have you at every meal."
His ears perked. He engaged the next kiss. "Every meal then? Sounds like I might need some practice."
She managed to hold back a giggle at his haphazard attempt to sound cleaver. "Silly dragon," she murmured before diving her head full on into a maw locking meeting of scaly lips and tongues.
Their faces meshed like this for a few minutes, occasionally pulling apart slightly to try new angles of interaction. He knew her taste well. She knew his well, including the odd flavors that he always had after a period at work. Their claws worked at the various buttons and zippers on their respective evening ware. A vest hit the floor. Then a dress. Then slacks. And soon a few more pieces.
Disrobed, they finally parted, but their gaze only peered into each other's eyes.
"Did I ever tell you you're beautiful?"
"Probably, but you really don't need to. That smile on your face says that and more."
This caused him to reply with just a simple snarl. A flicker of his ears and he was pressing up against her, his carnal intent pressing against her scales. She took a step back, grinning. His expression was one of slight disappointment, but then his mind put together a few things. He stepped forward, and she stepped back. He stepped forward, and she stepped back. He chuckled and stepped forward. She stepped back and instantly slid onto a cushioned bench. Long tails make couches uncomfortable. She slid her claws down her body and scratched just above her slit.
His eyes followed her motion. Her eyes ran down his body. She noted that his balls seemed to sag more than they had before, as it seemed they did after every period away from her. But despite the oddity of it, she loved that the equipment above them was always eager when he got home. A minor glistening from the tip of his low and dark horn caught her eye. Her own sex was slightly more on the feral design, more of a subtle slit that only those in the know or intent on inspecting would know as her passage. And Miziz was certainly in the know. And soon after he startled the bench, he was also in.
"Such a randy boy..."
"How could I not be? Been thinking only about you for days on end."
His first few thrusts were made naturally to test his positioning and to figure out how to best achieve leverage. He turned a foot slightly and pushed.
"I should be careful, my mom always said boys that only think about sex are trouble."
His cock worked its way deeper into her with the next stroke. She squirmed.
"If I wasn't away from you then I wouldn't have to day dream about you. I'm..." he grunted as he thrusted again. "I'm... looking forward... hopefully... too..." And again. "Too spending more time with you."
"Obviously..." she said before rolling a growl from her throat.
He had found his position. Will a roll of his stomach and hips, he picked up the pace. His wings spread out as if to protect them from prying eyes, or perhaps interlopers. He grabbed his legs and with a growing urgency began digging her claws into his thighs, and then pulling at them with their mutual beat. His tail snapped through the air a few times between the pants and snarls.
"Miz... Miz... Miz!" she began to roar. He knew what might happen next, but he was always unprepared.
Her legs swung up and grabbed his sides. They then pulled him backwards as her tail pushed her up off the bench. The movement was quick enough that his footing, placed to thrust forward, not necessarily to brace from being pulled back, slipped and in short order he was falling backwards, Yal still impaled on his maleness.
When he realized what had happened, she was already in control of the situation. His head and shoulders were on the floor and his rear still on the edge of the bench, but with her pumping herself instead of him doing the work. She straddled her hips with a maddened look in her eyes, and barred teeth. Her feet kept their hold on him and provided her just the right amount of leverage to pull herself off him to nearly his tip. If he wasn't enjoying himself, he might of had some fear. All the same his tail was trying to curl up, but the bench was in the way.
Her grunts were now much louder than his. He tried to wiggle his hips to her pace, but his urges wanted faster while hers kept up a slower pace for the moment. The long strokes began to wear on him, and he whimpered. He needed more if he was going to go over the top. She hissed back and slammed her hips down on him. He winced a little. But her pace did pick up and she began to pant heavily.
Yal's grinding began to grow more urgent not long after. Her dominating demeanor began to ease as she used him to push towards her climax, but even so, she still made growling noises, loud ones at that. Despite her work to please herself, he popped first. His spray not being noticed by her for a few moments, his juice mixing well with her fluids on the inside before forcing some leakage to her slit edges. He on the other hand was quite in ecstasy. His eyes nearly rolled back up past his lids as his body squirmed and his mouth went agape in a breathless moan.
"Naughty boy..."
Her movement became more deliberate. Yal worked his member as furiously as she could. In his spent moments, he was more sensitive than he had been for most of the coupling, and so her activity made Miziz's spine twist and turn spastically. But yet she held on until finally she was satisfied. With her own spastic movements, her feet finally came off of Miziz's sides and after a few waves of climax, she fell atop him.
Through deep breaths, Miziz had to say, "This naughty boy... likes being punished like that."
"I know," she almost hummed back as she caressed his side. He gave her a lick along the side of her snout and she cooed back at him. "You are always so pent up when you get home. I hope you can keep up with my appetites without your breaks."
His claws explored her spine. "If not, I don't see why you shouldn't take what you want anyway."
"What I want to be with you," she said before giving him a kiss. "Because the mailman, cable repair guy, and magician are not as sweet as you."
"Glad I'm at the top?" he laughed. He secretly hoped her joking in that realm was just that.
They were still on the floor when she woke up from the mutual nap. His quiet snores never bothered her, even when her ears were pressed against his chest. She listened for a while. She was comforted by his breathing, and always liked to listen to him after he got home, hoping to catch early if they had done anything dangerous to him. She never told him she did this. But that night, she was curious about something else.
Yal ran her hand down his body. She lifted her hips a little to slip between him and herself. She slowly ran her digits over his package. The bit up top seemed normal enough to her. He was middle of the road as far as 'ferality' was concerned in that department and thus had aspects of one side of the dragon gene pool and the other, hence her next goal. She rubbed his sac, working her fingers down to the orbs far below. She puzzled over how much his scales had been stretched. Was this mystery cure for everything just putting one's orbs in a pice and tugging until quality health was had?
Miziz snorted. She kept her rubbing. She had to know.
"Hey you," she whispered.
He groaned in response.
She flicked his right one.
"Rarh?" he blurted as the sting hit his brain.
"Hey you there, we probably shouldn't sleep in a position like this. You'll wake up with a sore back."
He nodded and slowly opened his eyes. "Did I just wake up to the most amazing sight ever?"
"Yes, silly. Plus," she said sliding to his side. "I have a question for you. Why you hanging so low these days?"
"Hmm?" he said as he began to sit up.
"Your dangles seem to get lower every time you come home. They trying to tug them off you?"
"Heh, no no, nothing like that," his brain said as his eyes began to realize where he was laying. "Remind me to put a bad on the floor here."
"So why you you swinging low?"
"Heh, its a side effect?"
She reached over and tugged at the subject matter. "Really? What kind of side effect causes this?"
He chuckled as he squirmed. "Well... I guess... I guess its probably ok to admit that, well, while under treatment there's a bit of swelling."
Yal nodded. "You mean you get basketball sized juicers while getting the miracle cure? That sounds... stupid."
Miziz shrugged. "Maybe this last time... We don't walk around very much at least while under observation."
"I'd hope not. That doesn't sound healthy," she tugged him hard causing a squeak. "I know its spooky to talk long term and all, but I would like to make good use of these if we stick together. I don't want you broken."
He nodded. "I've been assured that my, heh, potency will not be negatively affected."
"I hope not, but if they're lying to you, I don't care about lawsuits, I'll be going to go ballistic with a rocket launcher at company HQ, no if ands or buts!"
"Noted," he said before leaning over and giving her a distracting kiss. "We should get cleaned up."
"Miziz, glad of you to come," said the hedgehog.
The dragon smirked. "Not much choice, so pleasantries are kind of redundant. How you been Floz? I haven't seen you in a while."
"Indeed. I don't exactly have reason to even come out here really unless I'm needed, so that shouldn't be a surprise. Now, I suspect two things. First that Qwarze already spilled the beans about the plan moving forward, or at least what he knows of it. And that's alright. We cancelled out your NDA's during your final batch of tests there. So no worries, no need to report him."
The dragon snickered. The hedgehog continued to be stoic. "I was worried I'd have to bring that up after we're done here with, well you know."
"You mean your out processing. That's the second assumption I had, that you believed that this was simply to be your out processing meeting. And it certainly can be."
Miziz tilted his head slightly. His tail curled and he ground his teeth slightly.
The hedgehog continued. "In your original contract, there was an option for extended work provided certain conditions were met. One of them of course is both you and us opting for it. The second being of course that your personal ailments were fixed via the cure. The doctor has reported that indeed your tumors are gone and have been gone since after the first treatment. The third condition is that if you are to continue to work for us, that you move from a testing role to a production role for a minimum period of one year. After that year, you'll be guaranteed basic housing expenses and a minimum bonus income for the next thirty years. Two years, doubles it. Three years is triple the first, and so on."
Miziz crossed his arms. "My interest right now is to retire from this kind of work. And any kind of work really, at least for now."
"Fair enough. Then we will expect payment in full in three weeks."
Miziz shook his head. "You're talking crazy Floz. You're not my lawyer, I don't pay you for mucking about here. And don't you be pulling any fast one's on me."
"Our employer foresaw a lack of interest in continuing after a certain amount of time by at least a few members of the test crew. Your original contract stipulates that efforts made to maintain or improve your health outside the general medical benefits package are the sole responsibility financially of the employee. As the testing procedures improved your health, and was an effort on our part, that you owe us our required fee for removing your tumors. Now there is an alternative option, in that you find a new job soon and we enter into a bonus system transfer agreement to cover the bill. I would like to point out that the only companies we're interested in having such agreement with involve on site arctic drilling or war zone relief efforts."
The dragon laughed. "Floz, fuck you, I'm going to get my own lawyer. They'll be in touch." He got up and had another look at the hedgehog. "There are more frightening things than owing money or being sent off to some third world hell hole."
"The wrath of Yal is mighty I hear," said the lawyer. "We'll give you a week to ponder your course of action of course. After which we'll deliver the full statement. I don't have the full numbers here, but it probably is equivalent to ninety percent of your whole income from working for us. She might not like that bill, nor the news that it was to cover your cancer treatments. I hope she knows about that."
Miziz's claws gripped the phone tightly. "Hey Qwarze, I need to talk to your uncle."
"Uh, you... sound miffed. You're not going to punch him for some reason are you?"
"I might. I just got done with meeting Floz. Have you been through that yet?"
"Yeah, in fact I'm signing up for a production stint. Did they not offer you one?"
"Well, yes, but I'm looking to get out of this line of work. Not get tied into it for a year."
The white dragon snorted. The orange one on the other side of the building snorted, obviously amused.
"Miz, guaranteed to have no worries of work for decades, on top of the amazing package we got when we started? This is like winning the lottery. You can hitch Yal and have a bunch of kids and even play stay at home parents the whole time."
"Yal is the problem... I don't want to continue being away from her for these periods any more."
"Uh, yeah, I guess being away for a year would kind of strain the relationship."
Miziz growled. "Excuse me?"
"Yeah, Floz didn't mention that? I mean, this is production run. We run full on twenty-four seven. They give us something to keep the little guys from dying off so quickly and they harvest the excess."
Miziz didn't say anything. So Qwarze did instead.
"Yeah, it kind of sucks being away from people for so long. You can designate a visitor though. I'll be doing so for Dullsa of course. I'm not sure what this might do to our relationship though. We're not as close as..."
"Qwarze, this... this is intolerable!"
"Hey," said Url as he walked by. "Did you move in with your girl yet?"
"Shut up Url, now is not the time," said Miziz. "But in short yes."
"Right right, just asking."
"Hey," said Qwarze. "Fuck off Url."
"What ever."
"At least we agree on something," grumbled Miziz.
He sat quietly, starring out the window. The traffic was light at this hour. He felt her touching his back between his wings. The roar of a car echoed through the open window.
"I don't understand," he said.
She didn't say anything.
"I just..."
"Don't understand, I know that," she said into his ear. "I know less than you do. What did Mrs. Gutal say?"
"He was surprised I didn't know."
Yal rolled her eyes. "Maybe we need a better lawyer. A friend of mine mentioned she got good results from a fellow named Cowern. I think..."
"Yal," said Miziz. "I should of read the contract closer. I... I was kind of desperate."
"It was a difficult time for both of us," she snuck her arms around his waist and nuzzled the side of his neck. "And I'm pretty sure you were worried I was thinking you were turning into a dead beat."
He shook his head. "That might be partially true, but... let's just say that to make sure... to make..." He put his hands to his face and shook his head.
"I..." she started. She breathed deeply. "After Qwarze mentioned something about a cure... I kind of figured that the'd be a reason you were testing it. You don't have to tell me what it is... but, I need to know if you're ok."
It was his turn to be silent. She hugged him close as he cried. The minutes stretched on as he sobbed. A distant siren echoed through the city.
"I didn't want you to be scared for me," he managed to say through the tears. Not all dragons can produce tears. And there's a reason he could. "My ancestry... apparently is far enough from the purist. So, some." He shivered. "Some things that don't normally happen with our kind did with me."
Her heart quivered. She had a couple guesses. One of them was the correct one. "Don't say another word tonight," she whispered. "If it means they keep you for a year, that is payment enough for me. Because you are more important. You are the most important thing in my life. And I'd sure as hell prefer you get roped into what ever it is they do for a year than end up on a rig over the ice, or getting shot in some hell hole."
"I could come up with the payment. I don't have to go back."
"Mizz... there isn't much time," she sighed. "I don't think we can get them that much. Maybe... maybe cut time off?"
"I'll ask."
"Please do. I know I tease, but, but, but you are my only and everything. I want you to be mine until the end of days."
He slowly turned his head to her.
She continued. "I can't let you go. I won't. If we can't fix this, I'll be here when you get back. I'll count the days. And I'll cry when I have to. And I'll be there, at the door when you get out."
The edge of his mouth perked up a little as a tear rolled over it. "I have no doubt of that."
A breeze rolled in through the open window. She tugged him to the side and they laid there for a time. She comforted him with her slowly stroking fingers, that danced over his chest and belly.
"My only worry is that they'll break you," she said. "Please don't let them hurt you. I don't want to have to burn down their building."
"If the next job is anything like the last... then I think there is some danger of that. The procedure, is unlike anything you've ever imagined. Your mind is a mix of pleasure and pain for hours and hours. And then it slowly ends. The next job is production, not testing. A living host is necessary you see." He took her hand in his and squeezed it. "There was rumors even from the start that there was a couple folks somewhere who were perpetually, err... treated. And the product was what we were testing. I talked to Qwarze, and I guess the trick for having a good producer is having someone who's gone through the normal procedure a lot. At least that's what his uncle claims."
"His uncle would know," said Yal coldly.
"Yeah, he would. But... he's probably the one who wrote our contracts."
"Dullsa is going to be lonely. I hear the other night they actually managed to go all the way finally. Qwarze is so shy. And now he's off for the year."
There was a long pause before before he responded. "You and Dullsa are friends. Take care of each other. They did say you were allowed a few visits over the course of the year. Brief ones. Not sure if it would even be face to face to be honest. But make sure she gets to them. And you as well."
"Of course," she said giving him a squeeze. "And I'll be here when they're done."
"You are all of course familiar with the emergency procedures, but of course given the duration of your stay they will be much more essential than ever. In case of fire or other major emergency, the emergency O2 tanks will have enough to keep you alive for a full twenty four hours each. So that's three days. And that's if they are intact. The flush serum should be available via the feeding tube in such an emergency, but if the system breaks down you will be responsible for emptying yourself to the point of mobility. You should all know your individual passcodes to get into the escape tunnels. Remember, its a violation to give those out. Now in the case of any sort of armed standoff, you will be sealed off from the rest of the facility as if there was a fire. This is for your protection. And it will appear just like a fire emergency. Remember, while you are in production, there are no drills. All emergencies are real."
Miziz was actually feeling less forlorn if only because he was on the verge of falling asleep. This was the second full run down of the exact briefing that day. The fifth so far since his in-processing had begun. Qwarze was already out as was most the rest of the group. There were twenty in total. He had met most, but not all of them previously during testing. He suspected those he didn't know where either from one of the satellite locations, or perhaps on the testing production run.
"Any questions?" said the monotone ferret.
No one raised their hand.
"Please proceed to the showers then and get fully washed up. We just got word that everything is ready."
"This is it," said Qwarze. "I'm... I'm more excited now than before."
"Obviously," growled Miziz.
"Come on you, after the first few days you'll be enjoying it. No doubt."
The other dragon shrugged before scouring his leg scales.
"Kill joy. Do you remember how I was before all this?"
"Yes, like you are now but less gleeful about being locked in a room for a year."
"Oh ha ha," grumbled the orange dragon. "I made it with Dullsa. You know I would of been too freaked out those months ago. Now I'm giving her all my love." He smirked while humping the air.
"It also appears to of made you twelve," said Miziz.
"Like you don't have ultra sex with Yal all the time."
"I don't think you finally fucking your gal qualifies you to be able to survive Yal. If we were in the opposite relationships, you'd have a broken pelvis."
Qwarze laughed. "So that's why you're always walking funny. And here I thought it was your balls swelling."
"At least mine still hand above my knees."
Qwarze actually looked down. It wasn't the case, but he was noticeably lower slung.
"When we're done Dullsa can probably sock on those while you're going at her from behind," said Miziz.
"Hey you two stop it," came a voice from the other side of the room. "Get finished and get on into your rooms. You can play idiot later."
They recognized the voice and looked over.
"Yes uncle Aaron," said Qwarze in his most sarcastic voice.
"I'm guessing I don't get any time off if I make him work double, do I?" asked Miziz.
"No," said their boss who turned and left as quickly as he appeared.
"Wow dudes," said Url, who was already drying off near by. "The rest of us would probably get double time if we talked back like that."
"No, not you Url," said Miziz as he turned off his facet. "But that's because no one remembers you exist."
"Url, ignore this idiot," said Qwarze. "You really need to calm down. If you go in this angry, you're going to be miserable. Take some deep breaths before they hook you up and relax."
"Right," said Miziz. He shook his head. "But I reserve the right to think this is all just a con. And to say it. Because fuck it."
The door locked. Then there was a slight hiss as the air pressure changed, further sealing in exit. Miziz had done this often enough before, he wasn't alarmed by those sounds, but it did make him snarl.
"You're heart rate is high," came the voice of someone Miziz had nicknamed Gwen. For privacy reasons they didn't share their actual names and the voice was disguised. "Stretch and breath deeply. Then we can get started."
"As you wish, Gwen," said the dragon as he began the standard routine. He was completely naked, as he had always been while testing. The orange jumpsuit hung on the wall. He wouldn't be wearing it for a while. He stepped forward with one leg and pushed forward, pulling his legs, then the other. He breathed deeply.
He kept up the movements as other sounds began to echo through the chamber.
"Hello," came a prerecorded and very generic voice.
"This is new," said Miziz.
"And welcome to production level one. Thank you for volunteering to be a third generation incubator. Given you're background, you are already familiar with standard procedures for treatment style sequestration. The primary difference for production is the long duration. Periodically the chamber will be entered by health inspectors who will ensure your continued good health. You should not worry about muscle or tissue damage, as besides normal biological cleaning that takes places, production level specimens are prone to providing extra stimulation to the muscles to keep them strong and able. If you experience dizziness at any time, remove your feeding tube and please say so. Unlike treatment level, all body waste will be converted into output, as such, you will not need to make use of the catheter or waste unit. You may experience more bloating than you are used to."
Miziz raised an eye ridge to that part. "More?" He sat down on the soft tile floor and began to lean forward to touch his toes.
The voice didn't pause. "That is normal. As usual, there will likely be excesses of residue on the exterior of your body and near extraction points. The reside, like that in treatment, is to allow temporary and safe penetration of body membranes. Your feeding tube is ready now. After its secured, we will begin."
The dragon paused and sighed. It was time. He reached up and tugged the small tube that hung from the ceiling. It was very small, and easy to gulp down without blocking his airway. He held it in front of his face for a few moments before extending his wings and laying back.
"A year... a whole year... Fuck."
He opened his mouth and slide the tube in. He found he preferred it on the left side and soon he gulped the end down. He took a few moment to adjust his breathing after his throat flap finally decided to close properly around it, but soon enough he was calm again. And he waited.
He saw the liquid, his food for the next year, trickle down the tube. He scratched under his arm nervously. The room smelled only of him and disinfectant. He closed his eyes a few times. On the fifth slow close and open, he saw the capsule pop up from the floor at the edge of his vision. The robotic arm swung the capsule and its inhabitants over his face.
He preferred not to start at the face.
The capsule adjusted its position a few times. He held still. It lowered over his snout. And without much fanfare, it popped open. Two very small worm like creatures fell from it and onto the end of his nose. They gripped to his scales easily enough and were quite active at poking around. Soon enough, one of them got near his nostril, and perhaps encouraged by the flowing air, began to move into it. The other followed suit.
He closed his eyes. The two worms worked their way through his sinus. It tickled but just barely not enough to sneeze them back out. He felt a very familiar shift. The pressure deep in the interior of his snout changed. Minutes passed. He felt them still moving around inside the front of his head. They were close for a while, then they separated. One moving along his cheek bone. The other moving more straight back. The one at his cheek bone slid further and further until it was just below his ear. It then seemed to change course. But soon after he felt it start to wiggle down the side of his neck, a second pulse of crawling below his scales began to slide up and into his large earlobe. They had already spawned.
His heart beat quickly again. It usually took an hour or two before the first spawn cycle. No doubt the one poking at the back of his throat was not alone any more either. He opened his eyes. The food in the tube was darker than he was used to. Previously it had been fairly clear. Just a few nutrients to help keep him healthy and a lot of fluid to encourage expelling of the worms once they hit a critical threshold. But this new broth was not nearly as watered down.
He tried to shift his mind. To think about other things. He quickly lost himself in memories of his childhood. Perching on boulders, throwing snowballs at his friends. Spelunking in the caverns near his parent's home. Spying on girls he liked. Getting into proper fights.
His mind's distraction was distracted as he realize one of the worms was crawling between the scales of his forehead and his skull. His mind then accounted again. There were three there, moving different directions.
He felt full. He lifted his head and looked down at his stomach. It looked full. A steak dinner and three pieces of cake full. He looked at the feeding tube again. Still the murky fluid. The flow must of been incredible.
"Please note the increased pace of food you're getting," said the voice of the Gwen. "Do not be alarmed by it. It self adjusts to the amount you need for best production."
Miziz shot a glance at the camera in the corner.
Familiar twitches moved both directions across his chest. He adjusted his neck and noticed more enjoying some quality time in the muscles there. He tilted his head and looked at the slight movement in his left arm. It couldn't of been more than twenty minutes in and he felt like it did after the first full day. He sneezed.
A worm was ejected from from his nostril and landed on the bridge of his nose. His gaze focused on it. It was grayish green but otherwise nondescript. But it was covered in a purplish clear fluid that was leaving a stain on his snout as it explored. Then without too much fanfare it began to slip one end between a couple scales and burrow its way back inside. And once it was gone, there was only the stains of its fluids. No blood, no wound. Just its goo.
As they spread far and wide through his body, he looked on at the twitching under his scales. He couldn't see his own face that well, but he knew that already his scales were being pulled tight all across his head. Not long later the individual bumps in his scales were getting averaged out. And they were only just getting past his engorged stomach and filling through his crotch to begin their wanderings along his tail and legs. A few had worked their way into his wings. He glanced over and could identify a few individuals working their way slowly through his membranes.
And began to quiver. Not in pain. Or from the realization that these were just those near the edge of his body, and not the whole population that was filling his organs and body cavity. No, it was from the pleasure they were causing. He loved it, but tried not to. He half growled. His tongue twitched outside his control.
Miziz tried to resist. But still found himself twisting a little to the side and flopping his tail about between his legs. A familiar feeling of plumpness began to appear in his scrotum. The worms passed his knees and soon after were at his toes and poking at the end of his tail. He looked at his wings again. The membranes had grown dark and heavy. He wouldn't be able to fly until they were gone, even if he was somewhere he could. The worms began to force a fake arousal. Not that his lower mind cared, as it responded in kind and began to encourage the blood flow as if it had thought of the idea.
He reached up and rubbed his stomach. It quivered after he took his hand away. The churning continued. He curled his toes as it came to life. This was new. His stomach was filled. They had eaten the contents that had just been pumped in. And was still being pumped in. They bred fast. They ate fast. And they moved on. No longer was the increase of pressure growing from his head, but from his stomach. His lean build was quickly becoming quite chubby.
The dragon gritted his teeth and pushed down with his hands, trying to sit up. His chest began to lift. His arms burned like he had been lifting weights beyond his limit. They gave up before he realized he should let them fail. He landed on his back again. He slowly raises his arm and looked at his hand. Each finger was twice its normal size. His eyes went wide in panic. They had never been this bloated.
He struggled to look down at his body more properly. His distended stomach looked no different from the rest of his full body. His legs followed suit. He had had grapefruit size balls before, but these were closer to watermelons. His body was easy to stretch there. His rod was pulsing with a rhythm in tune with his heart beat, but more a sign of the worms having a beat that chose that frequency. The length and width had grown as well, the thickness especially to beyond a soda can width.
His tongue puffed quickly. The feeding tube's flow was not cut off as even that part of him became more worm than dragon. His jaws were forced apart and his tongue began to hang out the side of his mouth. He breathed quickly through his nose but found his airways not being blocked.
The next shock was the shadow passing over his vision. For a moment he was convinced it was just a sign of the waves of pleasure driving him to hallucinate. But when several shapes cast shadows on his vision, he knew they had done something that he was told didn't happen, they were in his eyes. He shut them. And then he felt them in his eyelids.
His heart rate slowed, but his mind was still panicked. He tried to focus. But he kept going back to the knowledge that this was to be his world for the next year. It was all a farce. There would be no telling them he was dizzy. There would be no safe words here.
He tired to writhe, to do any thing for quite some time. But every moment just lead to one more tiny corner of his being filled with the cure. Every sense he had was filled with stimulation. Smells and tastes popped into his mind. Flashes of color struck his vision from no source at all. And then it began.
What little strength he had left appeared at of no where in a thunderous climax. A spray of almost pure worm and worm goo sprung forth from his loins. As the first blort hit the floor, a tone echoed through the room. The next massive spurt came, and the next. Small openings appeared around the edge of the room and a fluid began to pour in. The dragon didn't notice. His mind was too busy being filled with the longest ejaculation he had ever had. Cups of worms and goo had already began to pool near the drain by the time the fluid began to wash them in properly. The wash had been standard procedure at the end of the treatments. But the flow was continuous now. From both the walls, and his body.
Very soon for each ounce of feed the worms and the dragon was fed, an ounce of worm was sprayed into the inch deep pool to be drained to the storage vats. Minutes of this turned to hours. Hours turned to days. The population in his body was maintained as was his climax.
The dragon's mind wandered into never ending bliss.
It was unclear to Miziz what the orange was. He had a feeling it was just the light streaming through his eye lids for a while. His brain turned this possibility around for a while. Something about it didn't make sense. His eye lids were supposed to be dark. Thick. And moving under the power of the local residence. They were certainly not.
He heard something breathing. And something splashing in water. The water was high, and covering most of his body. It must of been.
"Still at sixteen percent."
"Well shit, we'll have to up the dosage."
She looked over at the other two as they slumbered quietly as she slowly traced her fingers through the fur of the middle of the trio. They were helping, but it was not enough. The phone rang.
He had a memory of a scuffle he got into when he was young. The other dragon was pounding his face for what seemed like minutes before Miziz finally got the sense to strike back. The other youth fell off him and Miziz pounced. He grabbed a rock and slammed it against the other dragon's head.
"Some areas are of course lagging behind, but we've seen that before. Which is surprising given his output."
"You know, I still have to wonder if he'll still hate me after this. Or love me."
The first time flying is nothing compared to the first time off a cliff. If you run and open your wings, you know that if you gain air that you're going fast enough. With the cliff, you have to hope its far enough down and that you can make the turn. Miziz almost didn't. His knees got scrapped up as he tried to avoid smacking into a boulder.
"We think he's actually fully awake on the average now. Just still processing the shock of the process. I want you to know that we've not seen someone react like this since the very earliest testing, on both ends of the procedure."
Yal sat on the ledge between her friends. Miziz had his eye on the one with the wing studs. But his offer for a drink was turned down quickly. Through a stroke of luck, she offered up Yal instead, citing that her friend was the only one amongst them not attached. Yal was embarrassed. But not as much as Miziz. But he took the offer all the way.
"And that's why I don't play Perzot any more."
"Still, sounds like you were pretty good," said Dullsa. "I'd be up for a more friendly game if you ever get the urge to go again."
"Speaking of going again, look who's opening his eyes again today. Are you in there Miz?"
"No," said Miziz.
"Holy crap. Go get them," said Yal.
The white dragon, looking paler than he had a year ago hadn't said anything else in the three weeks that followed. He would shake his head and nod. And point. And he was even walking around, if carefully. His balance seemed shot the first few days but he had slowly grown more confident.
The days had past and now he was in the car and going home.
"I don't know if anyone's told you but Qwarze went home almost a month ago now," said Yal. "They say all the production people react differently. Qwarze seems almost like it was nothing. He's been in good shape. Better shape than he went in. Almost no scale droop either which has made Dullsa happy. They're planning on getting married. They did kind of spawn after all while he was on the job."
Miziz turned to his lover and nodded. He then looked back out the window.
"And unlike you he's talking." She paused for a while. There was still a few more miles to go. "You should know, that already there's millions of people making use of the treatment. You've probably saved the lives of up to a million people on your own if what they tell me is true." She made a turn. "The process, feel free to correct me if I'm wrong, of breeding those little guys, involves mixing the right kind of brine together inside their natural environment. Give them a little and they reproduce for a while. Give them a lot... and you get what you went through. But to fight all that ails you, they end up incorporating part of your genetic code while they get busy. So, really, its like you've had a million kids."
She grinned and looked over at him. He sensed the pause and looked back at her. He smirked and laughed quietly.
"Not that I'm going to accuse you of cheating. I'm just saying, that if you can figure out how to use that tongue again, you'd make me happy enough to, well, maybe get started on such things."
They pulled up to their place. He was grinning ear to ear.
She starred at him. "But you gotta say something before you get anywhere near me. I've been waiting for a year plus now. I can wait for you to decide its worth your time to speak up."
His grinned showed more teeth.
"I love you," he said quietly.
Her face went wide with joy and she leaned over and kissed him.
He pounded her relentlessly. His endurance seemed infinite as they entered the third hour of their coupling. She was nearly breathless. Despite their otherwise nudity, he wore a sling to keep certain parts from dangling too far. Some of his scales still seemed too lose, but the side effect of the parasites had left his muscles overly toned and made such temporary disfigurements seem unimportant. He growled every once in a while as he worked his cock through her.
"Miz..." she managed to say between pants. "Have you come yet?"
He shook his head. "Almost there," he whispered, his voice still needing a lot of practice. "Feeling... very different now."
"They said you... may have some... differences... there..."
He nodded and picked up his pace. He was ready. It was nothing compared to what had filled his mind for months on end. But all of that seemed almost a dream now. He pushed and pushed as their hips rocked together. He pinched his eyes together as he felt it burn through him.
And he shot his load.
The biology of dragons is a diverse and complicated thing. Yal's body had been preparing and keeping eggs for a while. Only when all four were fertilized would they develop and be laid. Miziz's sperm slid around the first, ignoring it as it was already ready to go. It was ready to develop into a hermaphrodite, red as her mom, tall as Dullsa. The self motivated cells passed the second, a rare hybrid girl. She'd have scales on her chest and a ringed tail. They found their mark on the third egg and one penetrated. Soon enough the idea of a pinkish colored boy began to appear in the genetic code. The sperm began to move on towards the final egg. But they were beaten easily enough by something else entirely.
The worm pierced the exterior of the sex cell easily enough with its bioreactive slime and worked its way inside. As two more of its brood swam their way past and moved into the walls to seek out a good hiding place for the time being, the fourth egg and its new inhabitant began to react to each other. The combination of genetic codes was not a straightforward process. But soon enough Yal's body considered it fertilized and soon all four eggs would begin their initial gestation process and be readied to be laid.