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"Well, I mean. It shouldn't be an issue to leave the new guy to do it, right?"

"Not really. I mean, he's trained enough. Seems good enough at the job, too. I think he could handle it."

Machines beeped and whirred, but they ignored them. Through the everything-proof glass, things were going just as planned. Another batch of donations was being extracted from a few ferals. As much as they'd rather let them do it themselves, most of them were a bit... rowdy. Still, it worked. A dragon roared as he painted the milker white with his seed. Moments later, it was sucked away, for later analysis, storage, and eventual use.

"Hey, Istal. Come to the office. We're about to lock up, and need you for a bit." He punched the button.

"I mean, it'll be fine, right?" His partner checked a few things off of his monitor.

"Of course it will. C'mon, man, you act like it's a tough job. Messy, but not tough." The otter was just thumbing the lock hotkey combo when the door hissed open.

"Here. I heard you guys needed some help or something?" It was Istal. Tall, handsome, and somewhat strong. His labcoat barely fit him. Same with his pants.

"Yeah, Istal. We've got some stuff that needs locking up elsewhere, and we'd like you to take care of some things while we lock up."

"Such as..." He waved his hands.

"Well, I mean. We need someone to keep an eye on Subject 6, and to unclog the pipes if anything goes wrong. The dragon, in case you were wondering which."

"I mean, I could do that. It shouldn't be that much of an issue, right?"

"Yeah, it'll be fine!" His partner sprung out of his chair. "You may be new, Istal, but it's pretty much all documented and automated. Just follow the instructions if anything happens to go wrong."

"Pretty much. So, are you down with that? 'Cause otherwise, we're going to be a while longer today."

"How much longer?"

"Well, about four hours. But, if we start now, it'll only be two. Be even less if everyone else wasn't off for the holidays."

"Fine." Istal crossed his arms.

"Good, good. If you'll excuse me, we'll get started. Lockup, #2."

"Number two? Really? Fuckin' hell, let's go grab some coffee and get to it."

Istal ignored the two as they padded out of the room. The entire room stank of the two. He wished he brought a breath mint to take away from the smell. It was a perk, being able to smell better, but sometimes... he wished he could turn it off. A con, and a plus to being a wolf, he supposed. If they'd be back in two hours, then he could finish up his own paper work in thirty minutes on top of that... All in all, he'd be home before midnight. For once. Still, he agreed to it, and it paid well. But, spare time was in short supply with this job. He flopped himself into the chair.

"Hmm..." He rumbled as he thumbed the password to his own account.

All the info was a bit overwhelming, but he sorted through it quickly.

"Motility, fine. Quality, fine... Amount. Oh. That's definitely fine. A bit much even." He mumbled to himself as he went over the data.

Admittedly, it was a bit odd to be poring over information about peoples' jizz, but such was the job. They'd just intake'd a couple of new ones. Most notably, subject 6, as they called him. It was a dragon, of course. Had yellow, and almost sandy tan scales, a lovely mane, and rather quality seed, at that. The company that sent him here would love the drakes' output. But, it was just that. Testing. All this testing was just to get it all in writing and scientific data. He was a bit young, but the eastern was good enough, and old enough. Had applied of his own volition, too. But, after being pent up for a month... he was running a little low on tolerance, too.

"Heri, Heri, Heri. Eastern dragon, definitely male, of course. Hmm..." Istal repeated the name over and over. It was a bit odd. Why not spell it the normal way? Ah well.

An alarm chimed, but he silenced it quickly. A hose had gotten clogged somehow, or one of the motors died a sudden death. Dragonseed was thick stuff, so it was no surprise. A few buttons later, and he swapped to an alternate pathway. Engineering could get it later. Probably after the weekend. Maybe on the weekend if they got called in. Still, it took only moments for the equipment to swap over. He watched through the glass. The dragon roared as yet another batch of seed was coaxed out of him. He squirmed in the restraints.

"I'd say poor guy, but he's getting what a lot of people would love. Whatever." Istal kept mumbling to himself.

Moments later, he popped on some headphones and some music. The job would do just fine without him hearing the dragon roar every half hour anyways. Of course, some games would work just as well to- Another alarm.

"God fucking dammit. Did they use the shit-quality pipes this time? Because this is a bit ridiculous." Istal swore to himself as he used yet another fail-over set.

He took a deep breath as he picked at his claws while he waited for the devices to work their magic. It took a little while, and the dragon seemed relieved. The tan dragon would be luckily spared from this treatment for a while tonight. Just a few more loads, and he'd be done. Released back into his temporary enclosure. TV, games, and all. Though, looking at him now, he seemed barely sentient. A snarling, scowling mess of scales and teeth. Istal stared at the pipes and hoses through the glass. There weren't many in the room, but... - Damnit!

Another failover alarm.

"Were the guys dealing with this garbage all day? I sure hope not. Wait a minute..." The screen didn't have a fail over this time.

"What's this?"

A set of instructions came up on the screen. It was a simple bullet-point list of things to do to clear the pipes. Perfectly readable, too. But, he didn't like what they read. Step one, restrain any active subjects. Step two, manually check hoses. Step three, swap hoses with spare from engineering. Step four restart- Yada yada yada. He didn't read past four, and already he didn't like it. He tapped the third step. Oh. It wouldn't be that hard, luckily. They had quick-release snaps. Easy. And the dragon was already restrained anyways, so...

He left a post-it note on the door, and the monitor.

"Swapping hoses, be back in ten."

Engineering was a short walk away, but he didn't like leaving the dragon alone one bit. The rest were already being let out and shuffling down the halls to their rooms, too. Through separate pathways, granted, and staggered timings... Lest they get any ideas. Heri would be the last stuck in the rooms tonight. Hopefully, not for much longer, though. The door hissed open. Engineering was a damned mess.

"Not my job, but... It can't be that hard." Istal rustled through the mess.

It wasn't long until he found a pair of spares. They were a bit big, though. He shrugged. One replacement would have to do for now. If that one broke, malfunctioned, or got clogged, he'd just have to come back and get the other. Lugging this one aroundwas already heavy and awkward enough, though. The wolf coiled it around his shoulder like an electrical cable. The added weight made his gait a bit uneven, but he made do. The door hissed open back into a dark hallway. No sooner than he stepped out, the lights came back on.

"Couldn't have been in there that long, surely. Must have auto-shut-off anyways." Istal mumbled to himself.

Just where were the other two anyways? In another section, sure, but what else was there to do? Outtake wouldn't be until a weekday, and the residents would all be in their rooms by now. Reviewing data? Checkups? Who knew. Istal grunted as he shifted the long hose to the other side. He ignored the command booth and kept walking. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. His footfalls hit the floor, and the end of the hose dragged along the metal-plated flooring. Making more noise each time he passed over a gap in the metal plates. Truth be told, they should have just gone with tile.

Another door slid into the wall, and smells began to filter into his nose. The dragons' room was on the far side of the short hallway, and a right. But, even out here, Istal could tell they'd enjoyed themselves. Perhaps a bit too much. Actually, definitely too much. A muffled roar came from the room, and he reconsidered stepping inside. Maybe it would be best to let the other two finish up, and let them handle it instead...

"Nah. I really want to get home earlier tonight." Istal reassured himself. His brain didn't agree.

The large double doors didn't open until he thumbed his passcode. Big enough for a large dragon, it made him feel smaller. They hissed open slowly. More scents hit his nose. Thankfully, Heri seemed to be taking a breather for the moment. Relaxing with his eyes shut on the table. The only thing that betrayed the fact that he was still awake was his tail twitching every now and then. He shuddered with every breath he took. As lovely as his long, almost serpentine figure looked, Istal couldn't stay for long.

"Eaaasy now. Just here to replace a hose. And not a jot more..." Istal spoke, mostly for his own benefit. He half-hoped the dragon wouldn't hear him.

His ear twitched as the dragon shuffled about on the table. Luckily, he had a muzzle on. No time for awkward conversations, or... Perhaps whispered promises of a good time if he just let the dragon loose. The wolf shook his head. No. Not right now, and not until after they got another good load out of him. It'd take a while, yes, but there'd be no fooling around until they did. Even then, the wolf would have preferred that kind of stress relief at his home. In his bed, and at his leisure. Maybe there'd be a dragon involved. Maybe not. Either way, not here, and not now. Even if his body agreed with the thought of the dragon-

Click.

That was one hose released. The system maintained pressure, and self-sealed quickly. The cable quickly snaked away up towards the ceiling, and then pulled into another room. It'd no doubt be put into a pile of already-used hoses, cleaned, and perhaps used again if it could maintain a seal. No need to waste more than needed, after all. The wolf gave the motor a test run, listening to it whirr with the hose disconnected. Nothing too out of the usual...

"Grrrrr..."

The low growl made Istal jump for a moment, and glance back. Heri was still kept in check by the restraints, but he was definitely looking at the wolf now. Any relaxed look he had on his muzzle earlier had been banished. Even through the muzzle, he could see that the dragon had his teeth bared. And that growl did little more than make Istal's fur stand on end. He hurried his work along, letting the motor spin down. He was already uncoiling the hose by the time the quick-release showed a green LED. A click, a twist, and a few pops later, and another assembly came down from the ceiling.

Little more than a hooked interface for him to twist it into. It'd guide it where the hose needed to go, and connect it automatically. A good thing, too, because there was no way he was getting a ladder and personal safety equipment to feed the hose through the guides on the ceiling. Just needed to finish this, and get out. Little more...- The hose drew taut, and both ends were connected. Motor whirring again, and his job was done. All he had to do now was check to see if it had taken properly. And that could be done from the safety of the booth.

Pop. Pop pop.

He dismissed the noise, and sauntered over to the door. It was a new hose, and no doubt it would make some noise settling into place. Fingers moved quickly as he tapped in his code. The keypad gave him a beep he didn't like. He put it in again, dismissing it as a malfunctioning warning. Of course, that didn't work either.

"Two beeps is battery-powered, one is wrong passcode... but what is six?" It had taken moments for the system to finally display the answer to his question. He liked it less than the warning beep.

"Grrrrr." Another low growl. But this time, it was a LOT closer than before.

"Error 6: Subject not restrained. Please enter handler code." Istal almost swore again as he smacked the panel.

Of course, the panel could be wrong. Or that's what Istal tried to tell himself. A glance back didn't confirm his theory. The dragon was trying to get the muzzle off, growling the whole while. Even through the material, the wolf could tell he had a scowl. And, a quick look a few inches lower told him all he needed to know. Even after being milked all day, Heri didn't much like having an orgasm interrupted by mechanical failures...

"Easy now, let's not do anything rash." Istal put his paws up. As if they could stop a full-grown dragon.

It was exactly the wrong thing to say to an impatient dragon. A few heavy, thudding steps, and the serpentine dragon was on him. The door supported his weight easily. Either leg blocked out his view of the rest of the room. That left only one thing to look at, too. His rod smeared pre, and a bit of lube across his muzzle. Strong, male, masculine scents filtered into Istal's brain. Something stirred in his sheath, too. Despite him not wanting to admit it, it was... arousing to have the dragon so close to him. A growl petrified him.

"Listen, the pumps' working again, we can get you hooked up an-"

The dragon wasn't taking no for an answer. And Istals' yapping jaw gave him all the opening he needed. The serpentine dragons' rod stretched his jaw, but it fit. Thick dollops of pre made it easier for him to pump into, and out of the wolfs' muzzle. Tastes mingled on his tongue. This dragon was going to take what he wanted, and Istal was just along for the ride at this point. With the back of his head being pushed against the door, his paws fumbled at his pants. If he was already going to be stuck with the dragon a while, then there wasn't any point in not having some fun with it.

"Hrrrr..." Heri rumbled appreciatively.

His jaw would be sore later. Hopefully, that would be all that was sore. Istal doubted it though. Once a dragon got going, he was going for a while. A blowjob wouldn't cut it. Still, he swallowed dutifully, working the dragons rod with his other paw. If all went well, he'd still get home early. If only this dragon would blow his load already...

Heris' muzzle scrunched up as he felt that telltale tightening. One of his paws came down on the wolfs' head, pulling him further onto his rod. The tight throat and tongue working his rod felt divine. Not even a dozen orgasms could hold him back from this. His thirteenth would be every bit as pleasurable as his dozenth. A growl rumbled in his throat as he realized a fourteenth would be happening too. And soon at that. He buried his rod in Istals' throat one last time as he began to unload.

Spurt after spurt pumped almost directly into the wolfs' stomach. If the dragons' rod were any bigger, he'd be choking on it. As it stood though, he was too busy chugging down the thick seed to worry. He felt each and every pulse through his paws as he tugged on the rod. Coaxing as much as he could out of the dragon. Despite his throat working overtime, and his lips locked around the rod, some still washed out of his muzzle. It stained his labcoat an off-white. No matter, though. It could be cleaned later. A pleasant sense of tiredness and exhaustion washed over him. A bit much effort to convince this dragon to let loose his seed. Perhaps now he'd-

Thump.

The sound of the dragons' forepaws hitting the floor shook him back to reality. The rod went with it, pulling roughly out of his muzzle. A lustful grin was barely visible through the leather muzzle. Each hot breath from the dragons' lungs only served to stoke Istals' lust. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Maybe, just maybe he'd let the dragon have a bit of fun, and clean up before the other two were back. His clothes were already dirty. He didn't mind pulling them off as the dragon pawed at him.

"That what you want, then? Well, I had other plans tonight, but..." A growl cut him off.

Heri swept him off his feet easily. It took moments more for him to be dumped unceremoniously underneath the dragons' stomach. One of his forepaws gripped his shoulder. Another landed a bit more gently on his head. It rubbed gently as both of them worked to pull him back. A wetness pressed onto his back before the dragon adjusted himself.

For as long as the dragon was, his rod certainly shared a few aspects. It felt big. Difficult to tell through his fur, but it definitely felt large. And, if the dragon paws on him said anything, as much of it as possible was going to get crammed into him. Istal gave in. He'd enjoy himself, at the very least. Even if it had been rather unplanned. The wetness pressing at his ass didn't relent a moment. He hissed as thick dragonmeat shoved into him.

"A-ah!" Heri craned his neck down and growled in his ear.

Istal couldn't be bothered trying to interpret. The feeling of the dragons' rod stretching him open took all of his concentration and thoughts. There simply wasn't room for anything else. But, inch by inch, the dragon buried his bone into the wolf. His own rod pulsed, thick dollops of pre staining the floor. Heri didn't allow him long to adjust before he was pulling out as well. Dragon seed worked better for lube than saliva did, but not by much. The wolf screwed his eyes shut as Heri pushed back into him. Long, deep strokes touched every sensitive part inside him. Made pleasure course through his form. Staying at home reading felt like a distant memory. Right now, all he wanted was to let the dragon enjoy him.

It wasn't like Heri was going to reject that offer either. He rocked his hips forward, eager to finish himself off properly. A month was too long. A week was too long. Far, far too long to keep him cooped up. A month without orgasm was torture. A week afterwards of being milked all day, every day? It may have been pleasure, but it was another brand of torture too. An enjoyable kind, but still. None of the devices they used beat the feeling of warm flesh around his rod. The dragon growled as he pumped his hips, and worked his rod into the submissive little bitch underneath him. A hint of sleepiness made him shake himself awake. Not now, not until afterwards... Then maybe.

Istal raised his tail eagerly, and shoved himself back with every thrust. While the dragon couldn't quite bottom out in the wolf, it wasn't for lack of trying. Every slap of his scaled hips against the wolfs backside resounded off of the walls. He panted, lungs burning for air. The feeling of the dragon massaging between his ears, and pulling him back onto his rod was too much. His eyes were half-lidded, dreamy looking. The wolf scarcely realized how close he was. Of course, Heri couldn't care less. But, another growl told the wolf enough.

"Finish yourself off already -hah- Fill me up!" Istal wouldn't have anything else.

The eastern dragon wouldn't have it any other way, and obliged eagerly. His tail wrapped around the wolfs' knot, and squeezed. A whine fell out of his muzzle, and moments later he felt the telltale rippling around his rod. Messy, wet spurts against the floor confirmed it. The wolf didn't bother to hold himself up as Heri continued to rut him well and good. A few strokes more, and his own orgasm slammed into him like a container truck full of bricks. Each spurt flung into the wolf with eager abandon, barely kept inside by the fleshy meat plug that was his rod.

"H-ah, haaaah." The wolf half-moaned, half-laughed as his fur was stained with his own seed.

Even through the muzzle, Heri poked his tongue out to lick at the wolfs' headfur. Sleep tugged at his mind, though. He could deal with this later. They could get another days' stay. Or whatever else they needed... For now, sleep was what his body demanded, and sleep was what it would get. The wolf made a good pillow for his head. Rod still buried inside him, and still hard as a rock, even. Regardless of how they were splayed out, the dragon cared not. Fuzzy warmth coated his mind, and made a deep, restful sleep all the more easy to achieve.

"Damn dragon..." Istal was stuck.

The dragon was a bit too heavy to move, and with the door locked, there was little else to do. He swore under his breath. A nap wouldn't kill him... but his ass would be sore later. Ah well. That was the price to pay for a good romp. That book wasn't getting read though. Probably wouldn't get read later, either. As uncomfortable as the floor was, the warmth radiating off the dragon helped a lot. It was comfortable enough, though. He closed his own eyes. The others could deal with it later.

"I thought you said it would be fine?"

"The words I said were 'I think it would be fine.' Not 'It will be fine.' Regardless, they both look comfortable enough, and he doesn't look harmed."

"Shouldn't we get them a blanket or something though?"

"And risk letting six out? Nah. That said, look at all those hose errors. Did you forget to set the right pressure again?"

"...maybe."

He sighed. "This is why we get to stay late, dude. Get the spare hoses. We'll have engineering replace them tomorrow. Until then though..."

"Until then we get to check 'em and then go home?"

"Exactly. Come on. Maybe they'll wake up before we leave. If not, we'll be back tomorrow anyway."

Epilogue...

"And, well. That's how I met Istal here." Heri was a bit big for the bar.

"Fucker got me good. Can't say I didn't enjoy it though..." Istal sipped at his beer.

"So that's how you two met, huh? Can't say I've heard as interesting a tale in a while, at least." The bartender polished a mug as they continued.

"And that's my end of the bet. Now, why don't you explain why you're wearing a frilly skirt, huh?"

Heri polished off the last of the weak beer easily. Admittedly, even full bottles wouldn't do much for a dragon, but at least the taste was half-decent. He set it back down on the growing pile. A smirk crossed his muzzle.

"... another lost bet, actually. Istal and Drenar put me up to it, though."

"And what was that, huh? Don't leave him hanging." Istal put them back as quickly as the dragon did. Well, proportionally at least.

Heri sighed. "Well, Drenar bet that Istal could get me off without touching my rod. I, naturally, bet against that. He won. I wouldn't be wearing this skirt if he didn't."

The bartender sighed. These two were a real riot with the other patrons but they'd be out of alcohol by morning if they kept this up. Ah well. At least sales were good. He plastered a smile onto his muzzle anyways. If sales were good...

"Another round on me, guys!"

At least the pay was decent. The bar cheered.

...-Fin?

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