A Taste of Nature
This story contains vast amounts of kinky heterosexual sex. Do not read if you are under the legal age (Yeah right, like anyone is going to listen). The author asks that the story is not reposted on ANY other website. Saving it to a personal computer is okay- =} Woot! Second story :D :D :D
Author's note - I hadn't actually intended to make this a series, but there are some things I'd like to write about when I'm in the right mood. I only really read one good orgy, and it hasn't exactly held up well with time given I've found better writings since. In any case anyone has heard of it, I'm still a fan of "Dragon's of the fort," for its somewhat unique approach. Not necessarily the best, but was a nice gem among stories. So I may end up writing more bits to this series of sorts. No promises though. I am quite curious who added my first one as a favorite though. If you chirp up, I'll thank you :D
Allinor had every right to be unhappy. She had, by her opinion, a boring name and a boring appearance. Her situation was not improved by her boring lifestyle or her boring parents. To make matters worse, her friends were missing today. Who wouldn't want to spend time at the mall when teachers were on strike? Certainly not a budding group of dragons still young enough to be interested in seeing the world, or at least what was left of it.
The dark dragon's view of Secolar was best described as a sigh. It was a barren world, devoid of natural vegetation or life. A better way to describe it would be artificial. Existence without reason or belonging. She would have wanted nothing more than a chance to see the rest of the galaxy was it not for the near constant state of disaster or war. War and peace, destruction and serenity, always at odds with each other.
Her friends might not have agreed, though; she was, after all, strongly considered to be the unofficial philosopher of the group. What she called "reasonable intellectual thought", the others labeled as "babble". Calamin seemed to be the only one of the entourage that tolerated her thoughts. He was rather indifferent about it when she thought of him. Where could he be, by the way? That thought crossed her mind at least a dozen times as she passed her favorite retailers.
With a look of disgust, she left the building. Maybe her friends were studying, possibly trying to get ahead while she was the only one spending time and wasting money. She didn't need any more clothes or jewelry. She wouldn't mind having them, however---she was dragon, after all.
Her actions as she passed by a murky puddle further served as proof of her boastful attitude. In the shattered rays of light that peaked through the metallic structures looming above, her reflection shone on the surface of the water. She smiled, always willing to take a moment to look over herself. Her narcissism didn't embarrass her--with a body like hers, she saw nothing wrong with such. Her entire body was stained a dark as night black hide that perfectly contrasted her mane of ivory.
The clothing she wore was no indicator of her demeanor. It ranged too much, from the latest fads of going skimpy to an overabundance of skirts and pants that weighed her down more than she appreciated for the sake of style. Despite the rags she wore, her forked tail held a lively swish. She walked with a proud gait, one hind paw after another, carrying a glow of bustling energy.
It wasn't just her beauty that stood out, but her physical stature. You wouldn't find a dragon more well built assuming they were of the opposite gender. A subtle grin and flash of talons served as the only warning a person got should they make inappropriate advances towards her. This happened quite often. In her opinion, one would think they would learn someone doesn't want to be touched.
The numbers lazily shuffled through her head as she crossed the borderlines--sectors 71-79, 80-92, 93a and 94b, her favorite of all, 107e. In the midst of the war-torn landscape was a small location that remained unscathed. Whether it was by pure luck or other reasons, this sector had a surprisingly clear opening. Almost invisible to the presence of its humbler creatures was the machinery that kept the flora alive. It didn't seem strange to Allinor that a virtual forest was just outside of the nearest town.
Maybe it was the feelings of nostalgia, her desire for a period of better times. She didn't know, nor did it matter. It was 3312, certainly not centuries earlier when the world wasn't in such a sorry state. This was to no matter, as she had to keep her thoughts on her current goals: going to university, getting a job, and thinking about her future.
The young black dragon took a spot in the opening, one she was quite fond of. Not only was it near the fjord connecting two streams, it was remarkably populated with lush vegetation. The entire sector was almost isolated enough from the neighboring locations that the thoughts of the iron geodesic domes and abandoned support pathways seemed to be from another world. It was quiet, peaceful, relaxing.
Among the plant life unique to sector 107e was a type of fruit she couldn't find in any of her Biology books. She was uncertain as to whether it was a native plant, undiscovered thus far by scientists, or alien to the ecosystem. It was a most delicious fruit, though, bearing many purple berries arranged in a circular fashion around a central pod. A bad dragon trait, she would admit, Allinor had no qualms about ripping the berries off the stems fistfuls at a time. Their succulent texture and sweetness was too tempting not to indulge in. Certainly that was not inappropriate, given that no one would be around for kilometers.
She sighed softly and closed her eyes, absentmindedly bringing a pair of talons to probe her cleft from the outside of her skirt. The first times she'd eaten the fruit, she was embarrassed to discover it had the unusual effect of arousing her beyond her wildest desires With each berry she consumed,, the urge to plunge her paw into herself grew. Her paw was by now oozing with her fem juices, soaked through the thin layer of clothing that she shod. What danger was there in having a little bit of fun, even if it was considered a public sector? Just this one, she promised herself.
Even though the university was out, she had the stubborn habit of carrying a backpack with her wherever she went. Possibly one of her personal quirks about not using a purse, but you'd never know by asking her. Conveniently stashed in the back pocket was a set of clothes she'd purchased while visiting the mall. All the more reason she should enjoy nature's offerings while her friends were off in another part of town, likely forgetting they were to get together today.
Allinor learned well from her male counterparts despite never showing it to them. She laid along her back, quick to wiggle free of her hemmed skirt. The black dragon blushed a bit, realizing that in her hurry to get out of the house, she had forgotten to put on a pair of panties. Not unusual for her age, but she hadn't planned to provoke the nearest male to explore her lack of clothing. No worries, she thought, as it merely made it easier for her to get to work.
Ignoring the rustle of leaves around her and the occasional gust of wind, she was quick to wriggle free of her jacket, exposing the finely-toned front side of her body. Each of her limbs was covered with the same smooth hide as her chest and belly, a jet black that glistened with a polished shine. Between her hind legs was the eager swish of her tail, moving with a mind of its own, ready to sink into her deliciously tight nether regions. She whined softly, the full effect of the fruit's aphrodisiac surging through her body. She was all but tempted to bury both segments of her forked tail in herself, one in each hole...
It was then that it occurred to her: she never remembered there to be any trees which shed leaves at this time period of the year. Pausing her current self-pleasure, she took a quick glance around. It only took a hundred and eighty degrees for her to come across another surprise in her usually boring life.
One of the most hideous creatures she'd seen in her life, and it was hideous, was advancing towards her. She wasn't sure if it was standing or what, the abomination unlike any she'd seen before in the concatenation of over hyped horror movies and cheap sci-fi flicks so popular these days. The whole mess was made up of wildly varying plants, although they all formed a beast that blended in remarkably well with the local plant life.
In her dumfounded state, Allinor found herself on her back with a less than glorious thud. Blurred by the sudden jarring of her head, she shook off the ache from the sudden impact and struggled against the creature that was ultimately tugging her inwards. Without looking downwards she could feel the secure grasp of many vines coiling around her hind legs. Held apart at her ankles and claws, she could do little to fight back at the restricting appendages.
Her panic was exacerbated as she realized what the creature intended to do. For however many times she cursed the misuse of machines, it was then that she began to appreciate a world without so many unpredictable interventions. Obviously, some kind of combination of plants had mutated from the poisoned landscape--it seemed her once-cherished sector held more than tasty berries and plants to admire.
The insistent tug of vines was quick to draw the dragon close to its fern-covered base. A countless number of vines protruded from its side and middle stem, a sort of beak attached lopsidedly to the top. The creature drew her in close enough to bring its shorter vines to bear, separating her hind legs from her fore limbs. The vines were too many and their grasp too strong for the dragoness to escape; she remained securely tied in tubular appendages that kept her claws bent backwards and talons rendered useless.
Whether it was from her own shock or the plant administering some kind of sedative, she didn't panic. To her embarrassment, Allinor meeped quietly realizing she was profusely dripping out of her desire to. She never dreamt about being taken into bondage or forced against her will, but even in her fear, she was unusually excited by the encounter. Her thoughts were not lucid, be it from the obvious scents wafting through the air or the envenoming shoots of exotic flowers that administered sedatives. For the moment she'd let the creature do as it did, although she didn't have much of a choice at this point.
The plant monster was quick to go to work on its prey, shoving a single tubular vine into her completely exposed female slit. The plant had no problem in sliding the vine well into the warm depths of her vagina, thoroughly moistened by the juices of her arousal. Her black hide was beginning to be eclipsed by the massive tangle of vines. Utterly restrained by the creature that surprised her just a few short moments ago, Allinor was merely able to whine and gasp as she was so forcefully taken.
As the hollow tube continued to sink into the dragon's narrow slit, another pair of appendages snaked their way up her hind legs before splitting. More tentacle-like than the green leafy vine sunk into her vagina and quickly worming its way deeper, the two intruders separated at her loins, one beginning to wiggle at the tighter cleft along her tail while the other brushed her lips. At the soft touch of the plant's tentacle to her muzzle, she more than eagerly opened her lips to accept the girthy length. She grunted quietly as her anus gave little resistance to the other tentacle that insistently pushed at her rump, quickly making entry.
Penetrated in both holes with her muzzle plugged by the thick, wide tentacle in her jaws, she writhed in the secure, but pliable bed of vines around her limbs. The penetration of both her entrances was accentuated with a constant flow of slime, her rather tight vagina holding most of the fluids inside while her rump steadily leaked with the plant's fluids. Even as the creature further sunk into her body from both ends, the flow of liquids never ceased, a small trickle of pale white ooze leaking around the tentacle in her rump.
Allinor was beginning to feel light headed, undoubtedly pleased by the plant but unsure of her situation. She still had no idea what a plant monster would do with her, or any dragon that came by. The only thing that served to keep her mind on the moment was the constant ache in her belly, a burning heat quickly spreading through her loins at the depth of the dual penetration.
The black dragon gagged a bit, her dark black muzzle painted white from the slime that leaked out of her jaws. All along her body, she could feel many similar vines drooling over their captive, leaving little of the stone-smooth hide unmarked. She jerked a bit, struggling in the vines, realizing the one buried in her female slit was wiggling up against the narrow internal barrier that guarded her womb. It didn't ache or even cause her discomfort, but the plant was rocking her body back and forth, battering her cervix with its cock-like head. Deeper in her rump she could feel the other tentacle slide, squirming from the unusual sensation of the living bulb that slithered between organs, almost nuzzling at them through their thin fleshy walls.
A slow but consistent stream of liquids and chemicals flowed throughout her body, deposited by the many appendages that originated from the plant's base. Supported by a soft bed of vines and leafy petals, her wings were about the only part of her body not aching from the immediate constriction of vines. The moving mass kept each of her limbs secured, making a real mess on her once- black hide, staining it a murkier shade of white with each swipe of the leaking protrusions.
Fueled by the plant's steady influx of chemicals and her own arousal, Allinor could feel the firm thrust of the vines in her female passage begin to break open her cervix, the thin fleshy barrier beginning to give way under the steady assault. Another array of vines that seemed to come from nowhere slid upwards, to her dismay, a couple settling in against the smooth lips of her anus. The narrow entrance provided little protection to her body, giving way at the first forceful shove of the slimy phalluses.
Even though her hind limbs were kept spread- eagle, the ache inside her lower body was undeniable. Without time to adapt to the sudden penetration in her rump, the black dragon mewled as the tangle of vines found their way into her womb, firm penis-like heads probing the very back of it. Between the mass of vines keeping her legs held midair, she could see and feel a very large bulge in her belly slowly growing as more plant life was sunk into her from both entrances. Each slit was stretched far beyond any length she'd taken before, dragon or larger beast, strained so much the muscular rings glowed a bright red.
While she was undoubtedly filled with more flesh than she dare imagine, the sensation burning in her gut was not of pain. In her lust-driven haze, she could only imagine the plant supplied her liquids that numbed her loins and made sure she experienced nothing but intense sexual pleasure. It was pleasure that filled her well past anything she could imagine, with an untraceable scent to the secretions steadily emptying into her rump and womb.
In a motion that brought her back to full attention, the plant creature came to its peak inside her. Enormous pulses of sap, cum, and slime flooded both her holes and muzzle with enough force that she felt every rich spurt inside her body. The budding flowers hanging all around her body steadily leaked their cum-like sap, painting her hide a milky white.
The next few seconds felt like the longest in her life, Allinor holding down a labored groan struggling against her captor's grip. The effort was futile; the vines were too many firmly nestled in her womb and rump. The size alone was enough to make the dragon feel uncomfortable, her passionate and worry-stricken cries melting into softer whimpers. Almost immediately it felt like her womb was full, each push of the vines causing the heavy slime to slosh inside her and gently spread her cavity wider from the sheer volume of fluids. Her stomach felt almost as sickly, the many appendages penetrating far into her rump firing seed almost directly through her intestinal tract.
After the most powerful of initial outpourings of seed, the black dragon began to worry for her safety. The flow barely waned in strength, steadily firing into both ends of her body. More than half a dozen vines were lodged in her dual slits and muzzle, the cream flowing from plant to dragon in a nearly-constant stream. Even without sucking on the phallus contained in her jaws, the tip lodged against her throat poured the stream directly into her stomach. Although the volume continued to grow, the size and girth of the vines kept her too stretched to allow any of the cum from leaking past the leafy shafts.
Allinor didn't need to look down to feel the pressure steadily growing inside her. The plant creature seemed to draw from an unending source of fluids. Even a short minute into its climax, gallon after creamy gallon of spooge flowed through the vines to join the increasingly large pool in the squirming dragon. Her womb ached and burned from the stretch, the volume of cum combined with vines enough to make her feel and look pregnant. Her rotund tummy steadily rose in size, slowly filling rising till it nearly came in contact with her hind legs.
To her immense relief, the flow suddenly tapered of liquids tapered off. For what felt like a lifetime to her, this beast expended its energy ravaging her once lithe form. Allinor was daintily lowered to the ground, the vines unwinding from her limbs leaving her deflowered vagina and anus stuffed with the green leafy vines while her muzzle was given a chance to breathe freely. Filled with more loads than she could count, she was too tired to move away or attempt to push the fluids from her body. She merely watched as the creature worrisomely approached her.
As quickly as the stream of liquids ended their flow into her, the wriggling vines vacated her body. The sickly bloated feeling remained in her belly despite her vagina and anal tract being unplugged, allowing a steady release of the liquids. She moaned softly, her whole body covered and filled with the plant monster's semen. Heavy strands of white hung from her chin, a couple mouthfuls of the viscous slime still held in her jaws. Without moving her limbs or pressing down, she felt the gentle trickle of fluids oozing from her rump. To her curiosity, though, the pressure inside her womb remained, the vaginal oozing coming at a much slower pace.
Before Allinor attempted any further move, the plant monster was literally atop her. Suspended atop an uncountable number of stem-like struts, it had a surprising degree of mobility. To the dragon's immediate concern was the firm nudge of not one, but two shafts that more than resembled a penis. Both were capped with a hard fleshy tip, a large visible slit in the center which ooze a trickle of black ooze, warm to the touch.
Without being restrained or held down, the bloated dragon found itself prey to the plant's paired shafts. To her surprise, the penetration was far more comfortable than she first imagined given their obvious length. Effectively immobilized by the sheer amount of cum inside her, she could do little but squirm and whine as her vagina was re-stretched by the dual cocks. The purpose of the black liquid made itself clear as her vagina numbly relaxed, without control of her battered cervix, preventing little from being shoved in.
The first of many thrusts brought a tremor of contentment through the dragon's spine. Allinor cared little about whether she was being taken by a dragon or monster, only focusing on the two members that were penetrating her deeper than any penis took her before. The pool of slimy cream mixed with the plant monster's fresh influx of secretions made the penetration painless, leaving her with a mere burning ache in her loins.
When the plant creature fully tucked itself inside its prey, it gathered up a few vines to hold Allinor in place below. In her completely submissive desires and position, she spread her hind legs and brought them behind the plant creature's base. Tucking her legs around the fleshy pod and securely held in place with the muscular appendages, she felt the beast begin its second assault on her body.
Its thrusts came neither smoothly nor slowly, fucking her in deep, forceful motions. Each push was accompanied with the sounds of semen oozing around the two cocks buried entirely through her vagina, as well as the steady leak of cum from her unplugged rump. Her entire tail base was coated with female dragon juices, from her steady state of arousal, mingling with the plant monster's cum. White and black cream seemed to ooze from the plant's buds all around her, making a mess of any of her black hide not already tarnished by the sex juices.
A rather rough thrust carried both shafts all the way into the dragon's womb, swollen and sloshing with the cum that had no way of escaping. While her vagina had never been stretched to this extent, she could feel a light tingling in each penis nestled alongside the other. Allinor began to whimper uncontrollably as she could tell even larger bulges were being delivered along one of the shafts. Having been penetrated such a short time ago, it amazed the dragon that any creature could reach its climax so quickly.
Allinor was able to do very little but grit her teeth and dig her talons through the soft earth as the next load was dumped into her. Only this time, she felt an ever-heavier weight being forced through the bottom member. While the top penis was spewing a powerful jet of plant cum into her already stretched womb, the bottom one was worming its way through her straining vagina, a rather large bulge felt traveling through the fleshy tube.
It was then the dragon realized what its purpose was. Unable to do anything, the dragon laid below the plant and whimpered as her womb was pumped full of eggs! While the top penis served to top off her already well-fed belly, the bottom one was a cock-shaped ovipositor, forcing a small melon-sized egg into her womb every few seconds.
While her poor little tummy was already stretched more than any female dragon would imagine carrying, the flow seemed to have no end! The aching in her womb was kept only slightly uncomfortable from the heat radiating from the liquids pooled inside her guts, a bit of pressure being released each time she could get more of the slimy fluid to leak from her intestinal tract. For every ounce of cum that dribbled from her rump, another larger burst of cum splattered against the back of her womb from the force it was fired.
For a painfully long while, Allinor was victim to the plant's lusts, which, to her relief, eventually died down. Whether the eggs served any purpose or whether the creature merely found it amusing to take advantage of a dragon, she had never been this sexually sated before. She couldn't deny the burning in her lower body nor the somewhat sickly stench of juices from both her body and the plant that covered all of her hide.
In one succinct motion the paired cocks were again withdrawn from the dragon's womb. Even though her aching vagina had little muscular control to exert, she felt the plant had left one more gift in her. Before it withdrew from her loins, it injected a serum into her cervix causing the barrier to almost immediately close up. Allinor whimpered at that, knowing well that little more than a small trickle of semen would make its way out of her vagina, the rest being welled up inside her swollen belly. A fairly substantial pool of plant cum was still deposited in her stomach; although the liquid could gradually seep from her rump, the rest she'd have to slowly digest.
If anything, Allinor learned that plant monsters were prompt creatures, if not unusual. The moment her body was vacated, the creature shuffled into the dense fauna, likely blending in with the plant life in wait for another creature to feed upon. In her somewhat helpless state, the black dragon took all the time in the world to lay back and hold down a low groan. Not a single inch of her body went uncovered by some kind of liquid deposited by the plant monster.
Feeling too sick and fatigued from the unusual ordeal, she found little reason to not take a nap. At this point her swollen state was convincing enough to forego any attempts to put on clothing for her normally lithe size. Hopefully with a few hours she'd have leaked enough to reasonably fit into her clothes, at least long enough that she could walk back to the nearest hospital.
Allinor took a quick peek into her backpack, just to see if she had any painkillers or medicines on hand. Before that she had to ruin her once-clean jacket to get enough of the plant cum off her forearms and paws, not even considering the rest that gave her hide a gel coated appearance. She quickly rummaged through her bag, putting the clean set of clothes off to the side. At the bottom of her belongings was about as sick of a sight she'd come across today. Allinor knew she'd never look at salad the same way after today.