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Milking a Guest for DrakeHavok by Draconicon

Havok woke from something that he very much didn't want to call a stupor - just from how it sounded - but that was more or less what it was. The white dragon groaned as he lifted his head, shaking it from side to side. When he tried to pull his hand down from above his head and it didn't respond, however, he groaned in a very different, more frustrated way.

"Drac, I swear to God -"

"Sorry. Not Drac, this time."

The growling Russian voice caught his attention immediately, and Havok leaned his head back with a soft whimper. So, one of the dragon's friends, and not one of the easy ones to get away from.

"Tatyana?"

"Yes, glad you remember."

He dropped his head down just in time for the room to light up. As he'd half-expected, it was a fairly good sized one, stretching out a good twenty feet ahead of him, with about five feet of space to either side of him as well. No telling how far back the room went; his head wouldn't bend that far, and his arms were in the way for him to look over his shoulder.

Speaking of that.

"I, uh, don't suppose you could let me down?"

"Let go of rare dragon? Ah, don't know me so well."

"Well, I'm not that rare...it's just a little condition. You could probably learn as much about me as you wanted -"

"From milking? Yes. My plan precisely."

That Russian accent should not have been as sexy as it was, particularly as it was coming through an intercom...somewhere. Havok shook his head, trying to ignore the slight humiliation of being bound and naked in the middle of the room. It wasn't atypical from what Draconicon had told him, and considering she often kept people in a state like this -

Wait. Milking?

He opened his mouth to ask her what that was about, but no sooner had he moved than the room started to change.

The panels along the floor and walls started turning and rotating, some of them lifting up to make the transition, while others kept spinning in their spot. However, the overall effect left the room less shimmery and chrome-colored and more...spirally.

You've got to be kidding me...

Havok tried to close his eyes, but as soon as he did, a sharp shock ran through his body, forcing him to open them again.

"Ah ah, nothing like that, dragon. This experiment needs eyes open."

"What kind of experiment needs the walls and floors to look like a hypno-spiral?"

Because that was exactly what it was, and it was a damn good one at that. The dragon could barely look at the walls of the room without immediately feeling like his brain was drooling out his ears, and he had to shake his head rapidly to keep from looking at anything for too long. It was utter torture, everywhere.

Of course, knowing Tatyana, that would only be the beginning of her experiment. She never did just one thing at a time.

Nor did she intend to let him keep his freedom, apparently. He'd been moving his head around, avoiding the hypno-spirals for perhaps ten seconds before a ceiling panel just out of sight started whirring. The white dragon didn't even get a chance to look before a mechanical hand grabbed him by the back of his head, forcing him to stare straight forward, his eyes peeled open by extra mechanical fingers gripping at the top of his head, dragging at his eye-lids.

There was no escape from the black and white spiral that played over the whole room, spinning and spinning towards the door in the very middle. In short order, even that seemed to disappear into the spiral, and he wasn't sure if it was his brain playing a trick or if it had actually disappeared completely; the way that the room worked, the way that Tatyana had so much tech at her disposal, it could have been either.

But whatever it was, it felt like his brain was being sucked out through his head. Havok bit his lip, trying to use that little bit of discomfort to try and disrupt the feeling, but it barely did a thing. About a second of lucidity, then it was gone, disappearing down the spiral like water down a toilet. His eyes were drawn towards the center of the spiral like a ship towards a black hole, and he knew - somewhere, in the back of his mind - that if he was caught in that, he wouldn't escape.

The dragon struggled in his bindings, pulling at his arms, his legs. Even the little bit of discomfort in the soft, molded plastic bonds was something to latch onto, something to keep him thinking, but it faded too quickly. Discomfort and humiliation, embarrassment and the need to escape; nothing was strong enough to keep him out of that black center of the spiral.

Slowly, his struggles began to cease. The agitated thoughts running around his skull began to slow, and then stopped altogether as his eyes reached the middle of that great spinning void. Each thought felt like it lined up behind his eyes, and then - one by one - jumped out, falling out into that great blackness.

Flickers of light went across the spiral, but they were too far away from the center for him to take in. He caught sight of letters here and there, but they were tiny, inconsistent, and never around long enough for him to make out. But they couldn't have been that important. Not compared to the great spiral in front of him, anyway. He had to focus on getting free from that first, and then he could worry about the little flickers.

They were getting bigger, more annoying, more consistent, but he forced himself to ignore them. They were small things, and he...

He had to do something with the spiral...What was it, though? It was important, or at least, it had been. What had it been? He didn't know, and he felt like he should.

The more he thought about it, the more the letters flickered by, and the more the letters flickered by, the more he felt something in him stiffening. It wasn't much, but it grew harder and harder, hotter and hotter the longer that he stared. It...it felt like it was concentrating between his legs, and Havok groaned softly.

He hadn't even noticed himself getting erect, and even when he did, he only noticed because of the soft smack of his cock against his belly. As soon as that settled, he forgot about it, staring deeper into the spiral.

The letters and the words they made up were getting clearer and clearer now, though he only recognized them for a second before they disappeared again.

_Horny.

Needy.

Heavy.

Quiet.

Heat.

Rut.

Horny._

And from there, it cycled back around again, each word adding to that building need...somewhere. He didn't know where; he couldn't think enough to know much of anything at that point.

The spiral held his attention for another ten minutes, and by the end of it, his mind was totally empty except for that continuing cycle of words. They fell from his lips every few seconds, the white dragon panting softly.

"Horny...needy...heavy...quiet...heat....rut..."

"Yes. That is good dragon. Now."

The bindings suddenly released him, and he collapsed onto his knees. He stayed there, staring forward as the spiral finally disappeared. The panels slipped back into their former positions, save for one. A single panel barely five feet in front of him stayed open, and a machine rose through the hole that was left behind.

It wasn't a complex one, though many of the tigress' machines were. Instead, it was almost incredibly basic. A long, narrow tube that was attached to a larger post, with several gears alongside it and throughout the interior. Somewhere inside of the dragon's drained mind, he recognized its purpose, and slowly got to his feet.

"Horny...need...heavy..."

His balls - what were balls? - something was heavy between his legs, and they demanded to be empty. He walked forward, feeling that weight sway back and forth, back and forth as he shambled towards the tube. That stiffness, that rigidity, seemed to be right over that heaviness, and it demanded release.

His body seemed to know what to do as he reached the machine, pushing forward. He felt something slide into the tube, and he gasped as his mind - so blank before - was suddenly filled with something else.

Pleasure.

The dragon's hips bucked back and forth immediately, his need suddenly doubling, tripling as he understood what he required to sate it. In and out, back and forth he slammed in, his body burning up as he finally gave in.

As he humped the breeding tube, he heard several soft whirrs. In seconds, the tube started pushing back, the inside clamping down on him, and the tip sucking over the end of his shaft. The dragon gasped and moaned, his legs shaking as he leaned over the machine, unable to remain standing as he was both milked and fucked at the same time. He twitched, thrusting slower, but the machine made up for him, pulling him in to the base before pulling back and letting him slide almost all the way out.

Never all the way, though. It sucked him back before he could escape, giving gentle zaps along his shaft to tease him, to pleasure him, and his eyes rolled back at the intense sensation.

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In a viewing lab almost half a mile away - yet still in the same complex - Tatyana the tigress watched as the dragon was milked. It was a bit of a roundabout way to see the genes that left him wingless, but it was much more fun.

The Siberian tigress smiled to herself, fondling one of her breasts to the show, and chuckling deep in her throat. She shook her head at the video feed, and leaned back, one of her hands sliding a bit further down.

"Is good show..."

The End