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Magick Harvest Chapter 2: The Dragon's Milker By Draconicon

Andrea stepped away from the main group of harvesting volunteers, walking around some of the bigger stations - reserved for people like minotaurs and the two-legged dragons - towards some of the longer ones at the far side of the warehouse. It didn't take that long to get there, as it was still the first day and some of the volunteers hadn't arrived yet, not to mention some of the milkers, but it was still long enough for the tabby cat to get lost in her thoughts.

She smiled as she adjusted her dress, looking at the fearsome males that were gathered for Lord Masterson's extractions. There were so many different species, so many different types, and so many...so very many...different types of...genitals.

The cat blushed as she walked by one station, where a two-toned blue dragon was getting his cock slipped into a milking tube, and quickly looked away when he started glancing her direction. It was a near thing, but she was pretty sure that she hadn't been noticed.

Oh, the things people would say about me...

Andrea shook her head, reaching her hands back to pull her hair tight again. The bun it was in kept it from getting that out of control, but a few tugs on the ties were comforting enough.

As she walked around another display, where a sleeping centaur was just getting tied down, she finally got to her assigned station. The same one as last year, she was happy to see, and unclaimed by any of the other volunteers.

The feline walked up to the twenty-foot long milker, and ran her hand along the metal framework. The brass and copper lines in the steel glimmered like something much more valuable, and she patted it a few times before looking at the individual held within it.

Feral dragons were frequent...she couldn't call them clients, because they weren't buying anything, but they weren't quite selling things either. Co-workers, she guessed, would be the best term for them. This one was one she'd seen flying over the city before, a friendly one named Seanmor. His green scales shimmered as much as the metal, and he didn't open his eyes as she walked to his head. A few passes of her hand around his eyes confirmed that he was still asleep.

Slightly emboldened by that fact, she ducked under the barrier bar and moved under him. A collection of straps kept him from putting all his feet on the floor, and held him up in a relaxed state. It meant that most people could walk around him without having to worry about the long claws on the ends of his legs, and it also gave free access to something else.

Andrea blushed as she caught sight of that 'something else', squatting under the dragon's belly. Though he was perhaps three times the length of a large horse - including his tail - his shaft was bigger than proportion should allow. The feline started to reach for it, thought better of it, and tugged a pair of gloves out of her dress pockets. Custom made, she'd gotten them after some of the volunteers last year had gotten their hands burned. They were made of a special, smooth metal, segmented in ways to avoid pinching the skin either inside or out, and still looked lovely.

Making sure that they were properly situated with a little wiggle of her fingers, Andrea slid a little closer to the dragon's dangling bits. Even squatting by it, she could see that it was dripping, and wet. A single breath brought the rank smell of a hot male to her nose, and she blushed as she felt a heat of her own start between her legs. The feline rapidly looked back and forth, but nobody seemed to be watching.

Leaning in a little closer, Andrea took the tip of his cock in hand and lifted it up. The whole shaft was so limp that it bent and drooped like a piece of soft candy, almost like the new chewing gum that the children were always snapping and popping around one another. Yet, even with the protective gloves on, she could feel the heat coming off of that thing, could feel how big, how heavy, how thick the thing was.

Still blushing, she leaned in a bit closer. Her whiskers twitched, and her tail tried to do the same, only foiled by the fact that she stepped on the tip. Even though it caused her to wince, it was better than having her tail flick the end of her dress up and show...

Show how wet she was. Andrea's blush got worse and worse as she stroked her hands down the thick, heavy meat, feeling how big Seanmor was. The dragon's cock was bigger than her arms, and thicker than her legs. She could feel every pulse of his heart through the huge thing, and the only thing she could think of was how big it would feel against her. How much of a shame it would be to...to just milk it away...

Unable to stop herself, Andrea leaned in and pressed her nose against the damp, pink flesh. The first breath she took filled her nose with the dragon's potent musk, making her shiver from her head to her toes. What little dryness remained in her underwear disappeared with another gush between her legs, and it took all of her willpower to not open her mouth, and -

"Andrea? How's our dragon doing?"

The feline scuttled away from the dragon's undersides in a blur, popping up on the other side. As she stood on her tiptoes, she saw Doctor Xavier on the other side, and quickly dropped back down. Disguising the act of wiping her face free of pre by coughing, she waved at him with her free hand.

"Yes, yes, Doctor. He's...he's still asleep, actually, and not quite hard enough for...for milking."

"Hmmm, I should have expected that. From what I've heard, he had quite a send-off from his harem."

"H-harem, sir?"

"Yes, yes, he's kept quite a few dragonesses out there in the mountains. Doubtless they wanted to make us work for his seed this year."

She blushed, not quite liking the fact that she felt challenged by that...or how much she liked the idea. The horse shrugged.

"Maybe I should -"

"No, no, Doctor."

"Hmm?"

"I, I mean, I can take care of it. After all...I volunteered to work with him. I know how to deal with ferals and their...appetites."

"Hmmm. Alright. But if you need anything -"

"I'll call you, yes sir."

"See that you do."

She swore that there was a mischievous look in the stallion's eyes as the old lecher started walking off, but she put it out of her head as she turned her attention back to the dragon.

A harem...so that's what you do when you're not in the city, huh?

She stroked her hand down the dragon's side, feeling all those muscles under that massive scaled hide. A part of her wondered how many times he had rutted them. Just how many times had Seanmor bent his harem over, forcing their tails high in the air, made them scream and moan and beg him for more? How many times had they -

Ahhhh, stop thinking about that, Andrea! It was making her wetter by the second, and she didn't know how much longer she could hide the scent. Even walking was getting more difficult now, even with the wider steps that the dress let her take. She could feel her juices running down the sides of her legs, now, and if she kept thinking about how a big dragon would treat his females...

It wasn't proper, but she couldn't stop herself. The images just kept coming, and every now and then, she imagined something...smaller...competing with those dragonesses.

Desperate for a distraction, she hurried over to one of the techs by the milking platform. Getting the female skunk's attention, she asked - blushing still - for some of the chemicals that they used for the reluctant guests. The skunk blinked, and glanced at the dragon.

"Um...he doesn't seem that reluctant."

"He...he's still, um..."

"Soft?"

Andrea could only nod, her cheeks feeling like they'd burn through her whiskers from the base up. The skunk chuckled.

"Alright. I'll go get some. Strength 2 should be fine."

"Um...Actually..."

"Hmm?"

Oh, I'm going to rot in hell for this...

"Could you bring back some in...in Strength...in Strength 5?"

Her voice had gone about as high as it could and still be audible, and her fingers balled into fists to keep her hands down at her sides. The skunk stared at her for a moment, opening and closing her mouth a few times before getting herself under control.

"You...God, we haven't tried that on anyone this year. What'd the big lug do, spend all night out at the pub and fuck his way through half of New London?"

"M-maybe not...the pub thing...but..."

"Wha-oh. Oh. Oh. Right. Harem?"

"Uh-huh."

"Yeah...yeah, he'll need Strength 5. I'll be right back."

As the tech darted off, the feline turned back to the dragon, and went back to admiring him. She leaned against the barrier rod, looking over his body. The sleekness of his wings, the narrowed snout at the end of his face, even the curled teeth were worthy of admiration from her. She leaned on her fist, shaking her head as she watched him.

This was the only time of year most of them would ever see these magical creatures. Going off after them was a death sentence, carrying a person through some of the worst places that the world had to offer. Outside of civilization like what New London had to offer, there were wastelands, badlands, not-badlands, and all sorts of damaged places that supported all kinds of monsters. The thinking ones weren't always bad, but the ones that didn't...well, she wouldn't trust herself to live longer than a few hours if she were to take a trip to a dragon's lair.

At least here, even if she was surrounded by other people, she could take the time to admire her...her fascination, she called it. She sighed, her lips turning up into a giddy smile as she drew little circles on the railing, thinking of what it would be like if she saw Seanmor a little more often than once a year. Maybe...maybe he wouldn't be tempted into a harem, then. Or maybe -

"Here you go."

"GAH!"

Andrea fell right over at the technician's voice, almost falling head over heels. She did land right on her rump, though, and it was more than sufficient to leave her pride bruised. The only good thing was that her skirt stayed down, and the collecting juices between her legs didn't make a sodden splash from the impact.

Giggling, the skunk leaned down and helped her up, and Andrea took the vial of ooze from the tech in turn. The pink-red goo seemed to flow back and forth like an oil-based lube, and she briefly wondered what its effects would be on someone like her.

"So...do I just rub it on him, or -"

"It has to be applied directly to something that'll absorb it quickly. Some people might put it on the tongue or in the nose, but there is one big target hanging freely."

Both of them turned at once to the big dangling dick underneath the dragon, still wet looking, still filling the air with that smell. Andrea blushed a bit, knowing that the skunk would see her doing it - as well as so many other people - but at least she'd have an excuse this time.

"I...I see."

"You know, I could do it for you. After all, not a lot of chances to play with that thing."

"Wh-what are you talking about?"

"Oh come on, you know what I'm talking about."

The skunk elbowed her playfully.

"I'm talking about getting my hands on a great big dragon dick and making it throb juuuust for me."

The feline could do nothing more than stare as the jumpsuit-wearing tech continued to describe what she'd do with something that big. Even as the skunk held up her hands, holding them as far apart as they could go and talked about how she'd been spitted on horses but never a dragon, Andrea couldn't think of anything to say.

"Been wondering if it's true what they say."

"What...what's that?"

"Sleep with a dragon, hauled off in a wagon."

"..."

"Hey, not a lot that rhymes with dragon."

That was true enough, even if she hadn't really thought about that. She glanced down at the dangling dick again, and blushed.

"Um...maybe we can...do it together?"

"...What, you mean like, share that thing?"

"U-uh-huh."

"Heh, ain't got nothing against that. Come on, lady. Let's see if we can make him purr."

Despite her nerves, Andrea led the way down there, running one of her gloved hands along Seanmor's big green belly to make sure that he knew - even in his sleep - that someone was underneath him. One of the biggest mistakes one could make, she was told, was surprising one of the creatures in the harvest warehouse. They didn't like it very much.

Soon, she and the skunk were squatting on opposite sides of the dangling cock, both of them staring at it. She could see the same hunger in the tech's eyes that she knew was in hers, the need for something like that. Something so big, so bestial, so different from anything that normal males had, and something that they'd never have the chance to experience outside of this. And, maybe, the only chance to indulge without being humiliated everywhere.

"So, what's your name, huh?"

"W-what?"

"Your name. I can't keep calling you lady or whatever."

"A-andrea."

"Well, A-andrea, the name's Liz. Now, you got any more of those gloves?"

"Well, one more pair."

"Why don't you let me have that, so I can get this in. Hell, Strength 2 basically puts us anthros in heat; I don't want to see what this thing'll do to me."

As she handed over the other pair she had on her, Andrea wondered just how it would feel. She had - embarrassingly - gotten touched by the Strength 1 potion before, and that had been bad enough. It was like being in the middle of puberty again, when her hormones were at their strongest and her body felt like it was out of control. If Strength 2 doubled that - which it sounded like it did - then Strength 5 would be insane.

This whole thing is insane, said the reasonable part of her. But she was far past being reasonable, at this point.

Andrea poured half of the vial on her gloves, and the other half on Liz's. The skunk gave her a raised eyebrow before offering a silent thumbs-up, and they got to work.

Almost as soon as their gloves made contact with the dragon's cock, it stiffened. It rose up quickly, the fluids mixing with his pre and leaving his rod standing up, lifting their hands along with it. Even with repeated attempts to pull it back down, to point towards the ground again, it continued to rise upwards like a steel bar.

Worse, really; at least steel could be bent if you were strong enough.

Andrea rose with it, her eyes watering with the powerful musk she was forced to inhale again and again, her underwear so drenched that she was afraid to move. It felt heavy around her, almost clammy after being soaked again and again. A part of her wanted to reach down and touch herself, to rub a little of the Strength 5 into her body.

Thankfully, she was forced to keep her attention on the big dick in front of her instead, rubbing it, stroking it, teasing it. She could feel the dragon's heartbeat getting faster and faster, even through the gloves, and she could feel him above her getting more and more agitated.

Liz grinned.

"Heh, sounds like he's waking up..."

"Y-yes, definitely...up..."

"You ever seen a feral dragon rutting something?"

Andrea shook her head.

"Well, it's rougher than milking, that's for damn sure."

The skunk shifted around, and Andrea realized she was actually licking her lips, doing the same thing. The pair of them were soon squatting just ahead of the dragon's cock, their eyes locked with his urethra. Even now, it was flexing, dripping, letting sloppy drops of pre almost as big as their hands fall towards the floor. Every now and then, the shaft twitched upwards, making a wet 'thwack' against the dragon's belly.

He's going to be so...so forceful, when he wakes up...so virile. So needy...so...

She couldn't complete the thought before she stuck out her tongue, dragging it along the very tip of his cock. She tasted his musk, his saltiness, his pre, and that strange tingle that always came when one dealt with a more magical creature. Even the slightly bland taste of the skunk's tongue beside hers filled her mouth, so lost to the fumes of his scent was she.

The lick turned out to be the last thing that they should have done. She felt a sudden tension in the body above them, and realized that Seanmor had finally woken up.

She pushed the skunk to the side even as the dragon thrust forward, his cock slamming her down on the ground. He ground and struggled against his bonds, pushing at them and yanking on them in a lustful frenzy, and before Andrea could pull herself up, his random flailings pointed his cock almost right at her.

Throwing herself to the side, Andrea just managed to avoid being impaled on that massive cock. Instead, it slipped in the gap between her dress and her body, like a fleshy rod, and slid all the way up to her neck, the head bumping her chin. It lifted her right off of the ground, holding her against his belly as he ground back and forth, back and forth, the potion and pre-slicked shaft grinding against her body and soaking her fur.

"Andrea! Are you okay?!"

"I'm fine! Stay out!"

"I'll get some -"

"No, no help. Everything's fine!"

No help. Help means that they'd see. Help means that...that I'd be showing off.

She blushed as she thought about that, of how people would think of her if they saw her now. The shy little tabby cat with her breasts displaced by a dragon's cock, with her body burning up and her soaked pair of panties slowly running down her legs, no longer able to stay up; she'd be a laughingstock anywhere else.

Andrea wrapped her arms around the thick, meaty cock, holding it against her even as it splurted shot after shot of pre against her head, into her hair. She squeezed it and stroked it, even going so far as to lick all around the urethra, licking every bit of pre - and every remaining bit of the Strength 5 - off of it.

Her eyes rolled back in her head at the taste of the drug, her body going into overdrive as she started grinding and thrusting against the pole that held her off the ground. Her dragon continued flailing, almost throwing her off twice, before he finally got his legs free. They hit the ground with thunderous force, and he pressed one of his forepaws against her back. She slammed against his belly right away, held there as he started grinding, thrusting, using her as nothing more than a toy.

She gushed at the thought.

As she rode him, grinding on him as much as he thrust against her, she caught sight of Liz at her side. She tried to wave with one hand, to keep her back, but the skunk was too close...and she was holding something that looked like a soaked rag, as well.

My...panties?

Liz smiled and tucked them into a pocket, holding a finger to her lips. Andrea blushed, but couldn't say anything. She was too busy screaming.

Dragon dicks, as it turned out, had a great many small, fleshy lumps along them. Almost like spines, as on a female. To other dragons, they were little more than textured surfaces, something that added to the stimulation of another.

To someone her size, the little spines were like cocks all their own, and she screamed as one of them slipped under her dress and impaled her. It slid in and out with every grinding thrust that he made, filling her and emptying her. No pre, no cum, as it didn't go that far, but it was enough. She ground back, humping against it, even as his cock head slipped above her head.

She was dangling by her arms and legs from a dragon's cock, and she no longer cared. There was no room for thought in her head, only pleasure. She needed to cum, and so did he. She wrapped her arms tighter and tighter around his cock, holding close as his pre soaked into her clothes, making them heavier, clingier, and wetter by the second.

Mine...my dragon...my cock...mine...

It felt so good that she never wanted to let go, getting rocked back and forth under his belly, getting impaled again and again on that little spine on his cock. She could almost imagine that he was fucking her. Almost.

And the smell...the thick, powerful smell of a dragon deep in rut was impossible to get away from. It spread further and further with each passing second, making her need grow.

"AH!"

She screamed in pleasure as she came, squirting over the base of his cock, or the spine, rather. On another male, it might have been his balls, but he was too big for that. He showed no signs of slowing down, and held her tighter to him. His grunts grew louder, and she didn't even know if anyone was trying to stop it. He covered her too much for her to see anything. All she could see was his underbelly, and even that was darkened by how much he covered her.

Underbelly, and cock. A cock that drooled constantly, that showered her in the gooey slime of an aroused dragon. She opened her mouth, letting it run past her tongue, savoring the taste even as she licked under the head, licking all over the rigid, stone-hard cock. Each lick was like bliss, like the nectar of the gods, and she could feel that he liked it. She could feel that he was getting close, that he liked her services.

She pushed herself further, mashing her breasts against his cock. She bit at the sensitive flesh beneath the head, drawing a small roar from him in the process. The feline even wrapped her tail around his cock, pulling herself further down the spine that filled her, making her gasp and moan all the more.

Cum for me, Seanmor. Cum, please...I want to be the one that...that makes you...

Another scream, another orgasm for her, and another squirt of her own juices on the dragon's cock. In the back of her mind, it was a small mark of petty vengeance, a claim on a dragon that she had no right to make. How good did those dragonesses make him feel? Not as good as this, she imagined. Not as good as -

He pulled back, only to thrust his cock harder against her. She felt it, felt it ripping through the front of her dress. Not completely, but enough to bare her breasts. Another thrust, another rip, the wet cloth barely holding together under its own weight. Again, and again, and again he thrust, dragging his thick cock all the way from her waist to her head, and every time slamming that little spine back inside of her, spreading her, teasing her, filling her.

After nearly a minute, her dress finally gave out. It fell off of her, landing on the ground beneath her and the dragon. There was nothing left for her modesty, and she didn't care. Not now. Not when she was so close.

The next time his cock head came to her, she leaned her head up. Her tongue flicked inside of the urethra, the wide hole at the tip of his cock almost begging for attention. She swiveled her tongue back and forth, licking out of it, into it, and out of it again.

It was enough. The blast of cum nearly took her head off, and it definitely knocked her around. His forepaw fell, and she went flying along with it, her entire body getting covered in dragon seed as he blasted her again, and again, and again. Each shot of dragon cum was more plentiful than a gallon of cow milk, and it hit with the force of a water cannon...in the best of ways.

She laid there, her eyes rolled back in her skull, as she was coated in his cum. Andrea could hear the sounds of dozens of people around her, everyone muttering, but she didn't care.

Not when Seanmor's tongue flicked between her legs, and he pulled her back for another round...

Three hours later...

"Alright, alright, Seanmor, you can let her go now."

"Grrrrrrrr."

"Don't worry, you'll have some more fun tomorrow."

Lord Masterson gently nudged the dragon back, and leaned down over the white blob that was Andrea. He chuckled a little bit as she wobbled back and forth, and - after putting on a pair of new gloves - reached down and nudged some of the cum off of her face. Her eyes were a little glazed, but she was recovering. Good.

"Okay, let's make sure you're okay. What's your name?"

"Andrea...Andrea Sanders..."

"Good. How many fingers am I holding up?"

"..."

He held up his hand, glad that she'd not just guessed.

"Two?"

"Good."

The fox leaned back a bit, waving a few of the cleaning crew over. They helped the feline to her feet, and carried her over to a tub where she could have all that magical seed cleaned off of her and properly harvested.

As she settled down, she seemed to remember some of her modesty, and covered her chest. He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Don't worry. They are all professionals. I'll just need to go make a record of this."

"A...a record, milord?"

"Of course."

He winked.

"I have to make sure that 'chemical spills' are properly marked, or someone would think my volunteers are, gasp, horrible deviants."

"...Thank you, milord. Yes, it was, um, definitely a chemical spill."

"And such a showy one, too. Hehehe. Take care, Ms. Sanders, and...maybe try not to spill something so powerful again next time?"

"Yes, milord."

"And do visit him after hours. I doubt he's done with you."

"Yes, mi - I, I mean, I shouldn't..."

"Oh, my dear, didn't you learn anything last year?"

The fox noble shook his head, and waved at some of the different cleaners. They backed off a few steps, and he leaned in closer.

"Everyone here has something that they like about the job. Do you think you're the only one that's snuck under a dragon here? I know for a fact that Liz has gotten a good dozen dragons under her tail."

The feline stared at him. With all the seed oozing down her face, she looked like a shocked ghost. Lord Masterson smiled.

"Just remember. We don't judge. What happens during the Harvest stays with the Harvest."

"...Yes, milord...Th-thank you, milord."

"Don't mention it."

He patted her head, and headed towards his office. He already had the excuses needed for the whole incident, and he knew that Ms. Sanders wouldn't have a problem here. No problems after, either, if he had anything to say about it.

Still...Strength 5...I'll have to see if I can patent that for something else. What a show. What a show...

The End