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Tatyana's Treasure Under The Mountain For WhiteBreath By Draconicon

Greyward had thought the old mountains would make for a nice home. They were straddling the borders between old enemies, yes, but with all the caves and caverns, he'd thought that he'd find someplace warm, safe, and relatively private. After all, a mountain was supposed to be a dragon's natural habitat.

He'd been proven very, very wrong.

After being bombarded by stunning lights when he flew over one peak, he'd crashed landed in the middle of a snowdrift. Light had faded, and when it returned, he had found himself tied down to a metal floor, his limbs tied down with ropes, chains, and things that he had never seen before. The room was warm, thankfully, but no matter how he twisted and turned, there was no way that he could get his body free from its bindings.

The grey dragon gave up his struggles, taking a moment to look around his surroundings. It was sparse, that was for certain. He would almost think there was some dragon blood to the designer, considering how little there was here. The floors and walls were smooth, lacking any decoration save for the occasional beeping box. The ceiling was likewise empty, without even the lights that so many two legged creatures needed to see things. He wondered how they were keeping this room lit without them.

For that matter, he wondered how they had put this in, and how they put him in here. He was smaller than some dragons, true, but he was still over thirty feet long and well past the height of a two legger. The idea that any of them could have gotten him through a normal door was too absurd to think about, but he could see no other openings.

Suddenly, the single door on the other side of the room opened. His eyes were immediately drawn to it, and the two legger that walked through. She was strange looking. White striped and black furred - or white furred and black striped, he wasn't sure - she wore a white coat over her body, and had a bracelet on each arm. Nothing else, though, which struck him as definitely strange. Her mammaries seemed large enough to attract mates, though, and she seemed to flaunt them and her sex as she approached.

When she reached him, she leaned on his snout. Wrinkling his scales, he tried to puff something at her, but the bindings around his face prevented even that action. Worse, she seemed to know it, smirking at him.

"Good to see you awake, dragon. Been asleep for much time."

He grunted.

"Five days, four hours. Maybe few minutes, too."

His eyes widened. They'd kept him out for five days?! With what?!

The tigress seemed to show no interest in answering him, instead walking around his side. Just before she moved out of his line of sight, he saw her reach for a bracelet. He heard a few beeps, and suddenly the restraints moved. No longer laying on the ground, he was pulled up on all fours, his legs kept planted on the ground, but his belly up in the air. Perhaps even worse, his tail lifted up above his head, soaring towards the ceiling.

"Log 438a. Subject GD to be subjected to draining and collection apparati 2301 and 2304. Time estimated for full effect, 20 minutes."

He felt her hand rub along his side, and then underneath him. The feeling was strangely soft, but he didn't like where her hand was going. The word 'draining' made him rather concerned, and he shifted back and forth. Even standing, though, he had little more freedom than he'd had before.

And he definitely didn't know what to think when she grabbed hold of him down there. Her furry fingers slid inside him, grabbing the tip of his member before stroking along it. The chills from her touch were far worse than the ones from falling in snow, and he growled past his gag as she encouraged it out. He tried to pull it back in, but his body only listened to him so much, leaving the very tip outside.

It was with some sense of satisfaction that he felt her try and fail to get more of it to come out, but when she suddenly crawled under his chin and came face to face with him again, his worries returned. She grabbed him by a nostril, pulling his face close to her.

"Not working with me, eh? Well, I fix that. A little chemical A, little chemical B...oh, you don't understand me, but I make work."

The dragon didn't, but he watched as she pressed a few more buttons. A few panels suddenly shifted in the ceiling, and a beam of light arced down. Within it were a number of pieces of glass, and he watched as she picked several out of it before the rest retreated into the ceiling. He was so busy watching the shiny pieces that he didn't notice what she was doing with the rest of them. At least, not until she splashed them on his face.

Spluttering past his gag, Greyward couldn't help but inhale some of the liquids, almost coughing on them as they went down his nose. No sooner had they disappeared than he felt some of his control leaving. The slight chill on the exposed tip of his shaft spread, and he realized that it was sliding out on his own.

Clenching down hard, he tried with all his might to pull it back inside, but the growth was relentless. Each breath felt like it pushed it out a bit more, inches pouring out of his slit until the entire length of shaft was outside. He groaned, both chilled and heated from the chemicals, and he shook his head, trying to clear it.

Beep beep, boop, beep.

Another whirring followed the cursed tigress's buttons, and he soon felt something pressing against him from behind. Cold, but slick, and wet. Something else rose from the floor, enveloping his shaft in something that could have passed for a dragoness. It made him hiss, squirming as much as his restraints allowed him to.

"Subject reacts favorably to Hormone 98. Commencing draining sequence...now."

Both the hole around his shaft and the thing against his rump pushed at the same time, one swallowing him and the other filling him. Greyward let out a muffled roar at the twin sensations, his claws scraping against the floor as he tried and failed to pull away. His shaft bounced and twitched inside of the thing that held it captive, and he felt it slide away from him again, only to take him up to the hilt once more.

In and out, up and down the twin machines ravaged him, the dragon unable to move more than a few inches in any direction. He was being taken and used by them, and there was nothing he could do to stop it. His tailhole was stretched to the maximum, forced open by the slick shaft to the point where he swore it must rip or something, but somehow it stayed whole.

And somehow...somehow, he started to enjoy it.

His eyes glazed over as his body rocked those few inches, plunging his shaft deeper into that strange hole, while his own was worked over by the mechanized shaft. Greyward panted, the very tip of his tongue just barely able to slip past his gag, groaning at the enforced pleasure that was shoved through his body.

At the edge of his attention, he was aware of the tigress watching him. Her clothes were pushed to the side, and she squatted over one of the floor panels. He was even more vaguely aware that something was inside of her, pummeling at her from below.

"Yes, dragon. Give me what I need. Give Tatyana your seed. A little more, I can start cloning..."

He had no idea what she was talking about, but the fact that she wanted his seed was something he could understand. All females would. He growled muffledly past his gag again, panting as he rocked a bit.

She pressed a button, and suddenly his hips were more free. As soon as he realized that, a part of him screamed to escape.

But...he couldn't. He thrust forward instead, slamming his hips against the machine as if it were some other dragon he'd found in the wild. He forced himself inside it, rutting the hole hard and fast. Each thrust came with an equally hard ram from behind, never letting him forget about the machines taking him.

Faster and faster it went, his breath coming harder and harder. He could smell the feline's excitement, but he barely cared. He just wanted to...to...

Roaring, he came. He felt his own load squirt around his shaft, almost squirting back out of the hole before it started sucking him. The sheer power of the suction almost pulled him over the edge again, and it almost hurt from how good it was, nearly knocking him over.

The shaft in his rump slowly pulled out, and as the collection hole pulled away, he followed it down, down, down to the ground, panting in need. He wanted more, wanted to keep his cock in there. He wanted to -

The panel suddenly slammed shut, and he narrowly avoided having it close on his shaft. Greyward jerked back, only to then be pulled hard against the ground as the feline approached him again. Her legs were soaked, and she stank of her juices.

"You were good, dragon. I believe I use you again, in few hours. Until then, enjoy your throbbing cock."

She patted his head before turning to leave. As the door closed behind her, Greyward realized that his cock was still throbbing, insisting on pleasure, on anything. Yet, with his paralysis, there was nothing that he could do to pleasure himself. Even grinding on the floor was impossible with the way he was restrained.

He whimpered. He'd failed at resisting her this time, and next time it would be even harder, if it was possible at all. At least it had felt good...maybe...maybe if he did better next time, she'd give him more?

He hoped so. He had to hope so, or he'd go crazy.

The End