Starshine
A recent trade with krytalking on FA
Palters glanced down at his watch and sighed. It was 1053 Standard Solar Time, nearly two hours into his shift and he was bored, though not beyond all belief because this was standard. This was usual way it went during work where he sat in his office or by the mine's entrance, watching and waiting for the threat that would never come. And why would it? There was nothing special about this mine other than it was probably the most unexciting place in the entire universe.
No, Palters decided: in all of reality.
There were planets out in this galaxy where marines fought and died for an inch of ground against their enemies, vast swathes of unexplored space, and smaller spaces too traversed by pirates and all other sorts of scum, and here Palters was, bored out of his mind. At least, he supposed, he wasn't dead or in danger, about to be squashed by a giant alien spider or disintegrated into nonexistence by a sudden solar flare, but was slowly succumbing to boredom much better? Succumbing to an interstellar virus over a span of fifty years would be a much more interesting story and fate than his life on this rock.
A cough drew Palters out of his morose thoughts and he looked up to see a trio of miners making their way towards his station. Unconsciously, he tugged at his mask to make sure it was secure. Speaking of viruses...
"Hey," he said to the miners. "Did Doc clear you?"
The miners responded in whatever guttural language their ancestors had developed after being distant from civilization in both time and space, and held up their wrists, showing the green strap wrapped around them. Palters grunted and nodded, the miners brushing past him as he stared back. He shook his head, returning his attention back to his watch and listening to their muttered, almost alien words. That was the other thing--not only was he stuck out here on this rock, but there wasn't even anyone else like him. Doc could speak the same language but at the same time he really couldn't. It wasn't that Doc was too smart, but Palters just wasn't weird enough to hear his talk on xenobiology and other alien obsessions. If he loved aliens so much, why didn't he just fuck 'em? Or maybe he had, and that's why he was out here with the rest of the rejects.
Palters sighed. No, he wasn't a reject. He was just a normal guy stuck in a mundane place. He regretted not taking that other job, that one with the hot girl and the promise of good whisky every weekend. Seemed like a scam, but maybe a scam was better than being bored.
He leaned back in his chair, reached into his pockets, and pulled out a case of playing cards. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled the cards out of the sleeve one at a time, taking the time to admire the pinup printed on the card's face before moving onto the next one. The women pictured on the cards have been dead for decades, but it didn't stop him from admiring their looks.
"Oh girls," he whispered. "I've missed you."
He sighed again when he came to the last card, a particularly thin and busty girl. He stared longingly at her, wishing he had someone just as beautiful waiting out there for him. With a shrug of his shoulders, he slapped the card down with the others, before shuffling them all together and dealing himself a game of solitaire. He knew he could have done the same thing much more simply and with more modern and even more unrealistic women on the tablet at his desk, but he preferred the physicality of it all. Playing on the virtual made time run together in an endless cyber stream and made him yearn to be able to actually go on the virtual that wasn't weeks behind.
Once he was set up, he played a game, then a second, then a third, and finally a fourth and only afterwards did he glance down at his watch.
"You've got to be shitting me," he swore. He looked from his watch to the cards. "Damn, I'm too good at this."
He gathered the cards together and was about to start another game when he heard a yell. He lifted his head and glanced about just as the first yell was followed by many others. He stood and started to run towards the source, hand on his holster. The yells increased in intensity and pitch and then suddenly just faded to silence.
Swearing softly and feeling his heart start to pound, Palters navigated through the carved out passageways of the mine, listening intently for any further noise. He might have gotten lost had he not spotted a couple of miners shouting excitedly before they ditched their equipment to run towards whatever they saw. Palters was about to shout at them for abandoning their post, thought better of it, and followed them instead. Wheezing and sweating a little, it was fortunate for the guard that he did not have to go much further, coming to a stop at an alcove where many miners gathered.
"What's going on--" Palters started, then shut his mouth as he answered his own half formed question. Nestled at the end of the alcove was a deep gash. Unlike the open wound it appeared to be, it did not spill blood but sparkling silvery dust that reminded him of the stars above and beyond. He frowned. It was beautiful, almost entrancing, but there was something more to it.
"Outta my way!" He growled, pushing a nearby miner aside. "Everyone outta my way!"
The miners seemed to understand, stepping out of his way, but more than a few muttered something as he made his way towards the softly glowing substance. Scowling, he turned around and shouted:
"What? What's going on here? What's this stuff?"
The miners responded by going completely silent. His scowl deepened.
"That's what I thought," he growled, stepping closer to the wound in the wall. "I've got this figured out, you all get back to work."
The miners muttered again, and some started to disperse. Palters hardly cared. He had already turned back towards the fissure, marveling at the sparkling silvery substance. Gingerly, he reached out a hand and felt some of the dust come into contact with it. He giggled as it tickled. What were the miners so afraid of? Nothing so beautiful could be dangerous. They were savages, menial men who could scarcely speak. How could they understand?
Still, he sighed, staring into the marvelous gash.
"Doc's gonna want to hear about this," he murmured, turning his hand over in the silvery haze so much like starlight. "Probably something rare."
Palters reached for his radio, and just as he did so, the gash cracked and widened seemingly of its own accord. Palters' eyes widened, and he dove out of the way too late, as the silver substance exploded outwards, billowing out everywhere and covering him completely. Writhing blind on the floor, the guard coughed and wheezed, as it became increasingly harder and harder to see or feel or hear, until everything simply went silver.
Palters awoke with a gasp. He sat up and found himself not on the floor of the mine, but a slim medical bed that barely held his muscled bulk. His head aching, he groaned and rubbed at his eyes, at least until he noticed a silvery sheen to his skin.
"Agh!" He cried out, holding his hands in front of his face. He turned them over and saw both palm and back were covered in shimmering flecks of sparkling dust. Upon further inspection, he saw that the portion of his arm not covered by his drab patient gown likewise sparkled. As confused as he was about the substance sticking to his skin, he was more concerned about the black band wrapped about his right wrist.
"Hey!" he shouted, tugging at the band and of course finding no pull. "What the hell is this?"
"Ah!" An excited voice flooded into the room, sputtering with slight static. "You're awake!"
"Doc?" Palters said, looking this way and that, until he finally saw the only opening in the otherwise white walled room, a translucent door behind which stood a balding, middle aged man in shorts and a tee staring inquisitively at the guard with his arms folded behind his back. A smile cracked the man's features, as he looked in.
"And alive!" Doc said. "What a relief!"
"Why wouldn't I be alive if I was awake..." Palters grumbled, folding his arms across his chest.
"Oh, I don't know!" Doc replied, scratching his chin. "I've heard of a few things out there that allow necrotic tissue to--"
"It was a rhetorical!"
"Ah, of course! I just thought for once you would be--"
"Shut up," Palters growled, stepping out of the bed and standing unsteadily on two feet that shimmered silver. He looked at his legs and found they were no different. Scowling, he felt down his legs and felt that they felt no different either. He pointed towards his legs. "What the hell is this about?"
"The dust?"
"Yes," Palters said with a roll of his eyes. "The dust. What is this shit?"
"My, my certainly not that!"
"Not what?"
"Fecal matter, of course! As for what it is, well, I have a few theories but--"
"But?"
"But I could speak clearer and in a more concise manner if you ceased interrupting me."
Palters glowered at the man. Doc smiled back and pushed up his glasses before placing his hands back behind him.
"I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"How could I? It's not something that's been documented before, not from recent records."
"Not been..." Palters looked down at his hands and then to the black band around his wrist. He lifted it up. "Is this why this shit is on me?"
"Precisely! You're an unknown under quarantine. No touch, only talk."
"No touch but..." Palters looked around the room and saw something he had vaguely viewed before. At the far corner from him was a table and a tray upon it with all sorts of surgical tools and a few jars and containers he couldn't quite identify. He motioned towards it. "You've already touched me! Why else was that there?"
For a moment Doc looked sheepish, until his composure returned. He smiled apologetically at Palters.
"I may have let my curiosity get the better of me for a time but you're properly quarantined now."
"Quarantined my ass! You've already touched me!"
"No, no." Doc shook his head. "I did no such thing! Only the tools touched you."
"Did they? Where, Doc? Where did they touch me?"
"That's irrelevant. Besides--"
Before Doc or Palters could say much more, an alarmed blared, sounding in so many frequencies so suddenly that Palters's head hurt. He grimaced and held his head, temporarily distracted by the pain until he saw Doc beginning to walk off.
"Hey!" he shouted. "Where are you going?"
"The virus amongst the miners has worsened," Doc said, half turned away from the guard. "At the moment their situation is more pressing. You seem fine! Good, actually!"
"Fine?" Palters shouted. "I'm sparkly skinned! How can that be fine?"
Doc began to walk off without a word
"Hey! Come back here! Come back here or let me out! A man's gotta eat!"
Doc was gone and the alarm with him, leaving Palters alone in the room. He growled then immediately ran to the door. Of course it had no handles or bar, so he turned to the access terminal nearby. He tapped on its screen, and it flashed red with the words "EXIT DENIED" written across it. Palters screamed and kicked at the door, succeeding only in hurting his foot.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he said, hopping on one foot and turning away from the door. "What the fuck do I do now?"
Immediately his eyes went to the tray and the tools upon it. Surely there was something there that could help him out of this mess. Fuck the quarantine, if Doc really thought he was fine, he could let him out, right? Well, at least he could let himself out.
Still hopping, he made his way over to the table. After nearly tripping on his hospital gown several times and swearing several times more than that, he threw off the gown in frustration then looked down at his naked body.
"Oh come on," he said.
Like his arms and the legs, the rest of him sparked and shined with the silver of starlight. He put his hands on his hips, his gaze tracing over every inch of himself before stopping at below his waist.
"Really?" he groaned. "Sparkledick?"
He shook his head and looked back at the table before stumbling towards it. He caught himself at an edge and looked at the tool on the tray. There was an assortment of scalpels, scissors, saws, forceps, several wicked looking knives, a scythe, and a couple of nasty looking hooks. He reached for one of the smaller, delicate tools that he could use to interface with the panel and stopped once he saw his sparkling silver hands. He shook his head. He needed some covering before he touched the tools. Who knew how sensitive Doc's security measures were? He sure didn't; it was one of the security parts of this he didn't have jurisdiction over. He never would have thought it would have harmed him.
He moved down the table towards the containers and began to pick them up, looking over their contents. He put down a vat of acid, left the embalming fluid alone, ate a couple of peanuts from a tin can, and was wondering what the hell Doc was doing with this stuff until he picked up an opaque plastic bin.
"Latex," he read. "Like, the gloves?"
He shrugged and tried to pull the top off, the plastic covering giving him more trouble than it should. Grunting, he pulled at it with both hands, and it unexpectedly came off with so little effort that his arms flailed and he lost not only his balance, but his grip on the container. He stumbled back and yelped as the container tumbled around in the air, spilling its contents all over him. As the container hit the floor with a clatter, he sputtered and looked down at himself. No longer was he completely naked. No, parts of his body had been covered with black liquid latex.
"Ugh!" Palters groaned. "Why the fuck does he just have a box of latex ar--aroun--"
He lifted his arms and looked at the latex covering them. No, not just covering them, actively squirming and wrapping around his sparkling skin as if it was attracted to him. It was warm and liquid and eerily alive.
"What the--" Palters began before his voice was drowned out by the latex squirming into his mouth. He choked back a scream and reached for his mouth, his latex covered fingers digging past his lips and touching a tongue lathered by the stuff. He gagged as it slipped down his throat, his eyes widened as felt more of the rubbery substance slide up his legs and other places below. He looked down and saw that masses of the stuff were squirming all on him, splitting and multiplying as it squelched and slithered to desperately squeeze itself around his sparkling skin. When it reached his nethers, he shivered and tried to wipe it away while stumbling away from the container. His limbs, constricted by the squirming stuff, allowed him to only succeed in losing his balance and falling, a bump on his head bursting stars into his vision. He struggled on the floor futilely, with more and more of the black warmth binding itself to him. Strangely, the stars remained in sight, silvery and shiny while black crawled over his vision and for a time he only knew darkness.
He awoke in blackness. No, that wasn't quite right--there was a silver sheen to the black and sparkling pinpricks of silver spaced sporadically in his dark surroundings. He tried to move and found himself mostly bound in a fetal position, only barely able to make the slightest squirms. He could, however, move his head more than the rest of his body, enough to deduce that he wasn't merely surrounded by the seemingly living silvery black latex, but naked and encased by it in a shape that was almost oval. Egg shaped, he realized with a start, and what did that mean?
He wanted to scream, to shout, to flail about, but he was effectively bound and gagged by the rubbery stuff. There was little more that he could do than occasionally wriggle but mostly wait.
And so he waited. For a time, there was only silence, the silvery darkness, and the rhythm of his breaths. It was so soothing and so peaceful that he might have fallen asleep had his surroundings not suddenly throbbed. He blinked and squirmed and let out a mute scream as they throbbed again, the black silvery stuff coming closer. Then it was upon him, squeezing and not only soaking into his shining skin, but starting to shape him as well.
He squirmed and screamed another silent scream as the latex and silver dust reacted and adapted, subsuming soft skin and hair in favor of rubbery black scales that spread starting on his limbs. He shivered, the new material soaking beneath his scales, moving beneath the surface to adjust bones and muscles as well. His fingers clenched in and out, fingers lengthening and thickening as five melded into four and shimmering silver claws grew out of their tapering tips. His toes wiggled and then his increasingly scaled legs were pulled out straight by the encroaching blackness, swirling and shaping them larger and longer, beefing them up with muscle while keeping them relatively slim. His toes merged before splitting into three thick taloned toes, the rest of his legs' skeletal structure shifting and heels lifting so any future upright stance would be rendered digitigrade. The silvery black scales spread further up still, reaching the upper portion of his legs. He groaned into his rubbery gag as his hips widened with a painful pop, further pain muted as the slick substance susperseded flesh, spreading his hips further and further apart until they were far, far past his already broad shoulders. Below his hips, the latex layered on his thighs, thickening them into equally voluptuous proportions as his hips and gifting them a pattern of blue scaled stripes. Groaning, he squirmed and rubbed them together, hearing them squeak, while the scales overcame his crotch. His eyes widened while latex crawled over his skull, doing away with his hair while down below, the silvery black scales spread over his crotch, his genitals shrinking before being totally subsumed by the stuff, leaving his crotch flat and featureless save for a pattern of blue scales that pointed down towards a feature yet to be formed.
Suddenly his cocoon shuddered and pulsed once more, forcefully turning him over. He screamed and actually made sound this time as the latex retreated, if only momentarily. Then it shoved itself inside again, soaking itself inside to reshape his skull. While dark scales rushed to cover his changing cranium, his ears and nose shrank away into small, still functional slits and his face began to push forward into a lengthening draconic snout. His tongue writhed in his extending muzzle, darkening to black and thinning before forking at its end. His teeth too changed, becoming sharper and thinner and totally silver. Two blue horns burrowed out of his draconic head, growing outwards into backward spirals. For a moment, Palters was momentarily blinded as the living latex covered his eyes before becoming part of him. Then he opened them up and they were silver and slitted. His eyes widened, for he not only saw with greater clarity but something in his mind, stars, such bright silvery stars.
Finally he was able to make noise, letting out a roar as his head ached horribly. He pulled his thinner yet more muscular arms up and the latex obeyed, allowing him to bringing his clawed hands to his head just as the scales spread to his shoulders and neck. Blue, striped scales formed along his shoulders as their broadness dwindled away, the spreading scales on his thickening neck ensuring his Adam's Apple was no more. He felt his claws sink slightly into his head as the stars sang to him, making him thrash against his egg. They were so beautiful, so bright, but they were making him something else, not only in body, but needling at his mind as well.
Suddenly Palters felt three parts of him pulling at once, two above and one below. He flexed his shoulders and let out a roar as nascent sprouted while a thick tail spurted out from the base of his spine. As this new appendage gained thickness and length, his rear bubbled beneath it, becoming plump and well rounded, a smattering of blue stripes to accentuate his curves. The scales too spread to cover his back before wrapping around to his torso.
The cocoon shuddered one more time and he tumbled around it, catching himself at its "bottom" on his talons and knees. His tail had one last burst of growth, poking against the egg's latex membrane while his own wing's membranes finished forming, small and striped with blue and unable to actually support his weight in flight. They folded meekly together as the scales finished covering up the rest of him, leaving his stomach smooth and striated in blue and cinching in his waist so that he had curves to go along with his hips and thighs.
Feeling the pressure on his mind and the reshaping stopping, the new dragon raised his head and waited. Was it over?
Then the latex still in the cocoon came to totally embrace him, giving him a tight, warm hug before melding itself into him. The dragon gained additional size and strength while retaining his increasingly feminine form. With a shiver and squeak, the dragon became dragoness as her previously smooth crotch opened up, a thin slit opening underneath the blue scales shaped in an arrow, a nubby, rubbery and sensitive blue clit forming at the top of her new sex. She squirmed, moaning in a tone that was high yet bestial, as the rest of her reproductive system reformed, a tunnel burrowing deep below before opening up into a womb ready for eggs. Afterwards, the rest of the remaining latex slid over her horned head and shoulders and to her upper chest. Her nipples, once hidden under the latex, pushed outwards into prominence, thick and blue and totally erect as black latex bubbled under them, squeaking and ballooning outwards into sore, sensitive breasts. Palters huffed and hissed, a heat building in her slickening sex with every moment her breasts grew, and grow they did. They swelled larger and larger and larger, until it was impossible for the dragoness not to acknowledge them, their very real weight causing her to dip down. Her stiff, sensitive nipples brushed against the ground and she hissed bringing one clawed hand to cup a tit. Unconsciously, she squeezed and then hissed again, the breast she once could cup a moment ago overflowing in her claws. Alarmed, she looked down at her burgeoning breasts and wondered just how big they would be.
Realizing that she was no longer surrounded by the cocoon, all that latex now part of her as her scales that had subsumed her human flesh and even now made her breasts bigger. Uncertain of herself, she still tried to stand and mostly succeeded, now standing just above seven feet tall, wobbling on her uneven legs with her digitigrade stance and hissing as her burgeoning breasts mashed together. Still, she remained standing, her tail swaying behind her over her rounded rear, as her wings lightly flapped. Placing her hands on her very wide hips and unconsciously rubbing her thick thighs together, she glared down at her still growing breasts. She hissed and then hissed again as they swelled out with one last burst of growth, ending up bigger than those beach balls she had once played with on a tropical planet once long ago. She fell forward from their weight, catching herself on a nearby wall but not before her stiff nipples and sensitive tits rubbed against it. She moaned, and a claw went down to her crotch, rubbing against her slit and clit before she pulled her claw away in disgust. What was she doing? She wasn't some lusty, busty creature. She was just a normal guard and Doc better have a way to fix this!
She turned towards the door and opened her mouth to speak. When she did so, however, the only sounds she could make were hisses and growls and roars that sounded lusty and feminine, and why would they not? She was female after all, and certainly horny, her breasts begging to be touched and her scaled slit dripping with need. All she needed to do was give herself some loving and--
No. She shook her head. She might be changed in body, but she would not succumb in mind. All she had to do was wait, wait until Doc came back and hope he had a cure. He had to!
So, the dragoness crawled into the corner furthest away from the door, the one most out of sight. There she sat, pillowy rump keeping her comfortable as she did her best not to touch or look at herself or breathe too hard so that her breasts might wobble. She waited and waited and waited for Doc, but it was not Doc who came first.
It was the stars.
Palters hissed and screeched as the stars came back to her, filling her mind and vision with their beautiful brightness. She tried to look away and when she did, somehow she saw herself as the stars saw her: a black scaled dragoness humanoid with blue stripes upon her shoulders, stomach, and rear, a beautiful reptilian with big, bountiful breasts that could feed a nest if needed, curves and smooth scales to entice any mate, and a fertile and ready sex that could please her draconic loves and ensure the queen didn't have to do all of the laying.
Queen? Palters whimpered. What queen? What was she thinking? What was happening?
She was Palters, a dragoness who-
No! That wasn't right, but the stars were so bright! So bright and beautiful, not unlike her, and there was some of them in her, shining silver in her otherwise black scales. Why did she fight? What did she fight?
She hissed. She was fighting, fighting against--
What? Her mind wandered and it found the image of a human mind. Who was that? She thought she should know, but it was just another disgusting human, one that could become like her, a smoothly scaled shining dragoness that--
No, no! She hissed, distressed, and her breasts wobbled and bounced. Annoyed, she grabbed at them and felt their heft, their real weight, so comforting and assuring her of her femininity especially the tingle they brought to her scaled sex and yet--
She was...she was--what? She searched for a name, and there was nothing, because she didn't deserve a name. She was but the first of many, a servant loyal to the one who would become queen. She didn't need a name, she had to just be sure of what she was, her role--
Breeder. There, that was one but it was only one. It was obvious she was meant to be a mother, and she yearned to breed, to enjoy the carnal desires her body was built for, but there was more, there had to be more! It was--
Seeker. Yes, that was another! She was special, one chosen to find the queen amongst the others out in the stars. Still, she knew there was more, there had to be more, and it gnawed at her mind, could it be--
Spreader. She hissed her delight, reaching both her hands up and squeezing her breasts with her claws. The charge the touch sent down below was electric and made her only think further on the role, probably the most important of them all. After all, as far as her memories told her, she was the only of her kind on this place. She smiled, dipping her snout down between her generous cleavage and licking at a stiff nipple. She growled her approval, her mind going to the others on this place, misguided men like she had once been. The stars shined brighter then, giving her such visions of what those men might become and of course, many were just like her, busty, lusty dragonesses with the power and desire to spread, seduce, and breed. One though, one could be her queen which was why this role was the last and the first, the most important of them all, for if she was not a spreader how could she be a seeker? Breeder, sure, but sex was easy and enjoyable, spreading something beyond it was more satisfying somehow. Plus, she thought with a lustful flick of her tongue, she could spread in more way than one. The right way, however, would take more of that stuff that made her like this in the first place. The star dust, and it was near, so near that she could almost hear it sing. Still, she moved her mind away from it for now. She had found her role and because of it, the stars had dimmed in her mind and vision, though they were there to stay. Her memories were still mostly there too, though some less important ones had been lost in the alteration. Her memory of where the stardust was and her current location and layout remained strong.
Satisfied, the dragoness stood, no longer uncomfortable with her stance or weight of her breasts. They were heavy and huge, sure, but they were certainly more of an asset than anything. She gave them a loving squeeze, hissing at the ensuing pleasure and squeak and meant to do more with them when something sounded in the room.
"Palters?"
The dragoness lifted her head. That sound...that voice was so familiar. She looked to the door and saw a man, a little older than young but still acceptable, standing on the side that wasn't hers and peering in, concern on his face. She hissed and shrank her large form as much she could, for he hadn't seen her yet.
"Palters?" the man said again. "Palters, are you in there?"
She knelt down, breasts brushing against her knees and tail swishing softly behind her as she formulated a plan. Some past memory told her that this wouldn't be so hard to spread her gift to this man.
"Hey, say something!" Doc shouted. "Oh gosh, I hope he didn't die. Hold up, Palters, I'm coming in!"
The door opened and the man sheepishly stepped in, his gaze going towards the empty bed as the portal closed behind him. He tilted his head and scratched at a cheek.
"Palters?" he said. "You don't have to hide...uh, if you are hiding. The virus is mostly contained but I still called for help! Help for you too! I couldn't handle some cases and that shiny silver stuff is..."
The man's eyes wandered from the bed to the table and the tray, before dropping down to the spilled latex container and the slight vestiges of the black stuff dried on the floor.
"Oh god, did he disintegrate?" Doc said nervously, taking a step back. "Was there a reaction? No, no, this doesn't--
He stopped to think and that's when he heard it--the slight sound of movement, though there was a squeak to go along with it. He spun around and found himself staring at a large draconic humanoid on all fours, her black, slightly silver shimmering scales smooth and rubbery looking, her round rear pressed towards him, her big breasts pressed into the ground obviously much to her enjoyment, her tail raised high and exposing her slick sex as she looked over her shoulder with a lusty look in her silvery, slitted eyes.
"Oh..." Doc murmured, red rising to his face as blood rushed below, his eyes tracing over the details of that enticing rear and the blue scales that helpfully directed his gaze to her scaled slit. "Oh my..." He wiped at his forehead. "Those hips!"
The dragoness hissed and wiggled her rear. Doc gulped and began to unbuckle his pants.
"Wait!" he said and the dragoness paused her wiggling. "You...you're not Palters, are you?"
The dragoness flicked out her tongue, growling her impatience. Doc nodded and threw away his belt.
"I just thought I'd ask," he said. "Just in case but...god, you're hot! Much more than the last one, and to think I lost my doctorates for that! This mine is in the middle of nowhere, I'm not even practicing legally and--
The dragoness growled again.
"Oh, you're right!" Doc exclaimed. "What do I have to lose here?"
Pulling his pants and underwear down, the man advanced upon the dragoness.
The dragoness heard the human's words and smiled toothily at him as he came closer. Hissing, she felt her sex clench with need, and in the next moment, it was nearly sated as he pressed his erect cock into her. She shivered, pressing her front down and her rear even more back, twisting her hips and hissing in satisfaction as he grabbed at them and used them as leverage to push his hard member further in. He was small, smaller than any dragon that she knew might breed her in the future, but this would do for now, though it was disappointing given how she could stretch. She had to sate herself and plus this had another purpose.
She growled, encouraging him, and he took it on, starting to thrust in and out of her with a satisfying rhythm. Her inner walls clenched down, and she was unsatisfied that it wasn't a hard draconic cock in her. The man was doing all he could, but she needed him to do more. She growled again, looking over her shoulder and saw that he was obviously exerting himself but was still trying harder. She wiggled her rear, and he moved his hands, squeezing at her rounded rear and helping her along, but she needed something more. More, and she realized she would have to do some of the work.
While he continued to pump in and out of her, she lifted her chest slightly off the ground and grabbed her breasts. Unable to fully contain them fully in her clawed hands, she did the best she could, groping and grabbing and squeezing the sensitive flesh while doing the same as before and dipping her head between her tits. She alternated in curling and caressing her tongue around her erect teats as she squeezed her breasts and he pressed into her slickened sex.
Finally, his cock hit her rubbery clit and she shivered from the pleasure and growled her approval. He seemed to take the hint, and from there on out their lovemaking was more rhythmic and controlled, a steady balance between the pleasure of self and other. The dragoness hissed and roared, feeling herself coming closer and closer to climax and, as energetic as she was, she knew her lover wouldn't last much longer. Thus, she pushed herself more into him and worked on herself more, squirming and hissing with every clench of her inner walls and shivering at each stroke of her tongue on her nipples and clawed caress of her breasts. She just needed more, just a little bit more, and then she could--
With a grunt from the man and a low, bestial hiss from the dragoness, they climaxed together, her sex clenching on his cock and pulsing as his seed rushed into her. She roared and collapsed to the ground, basking in the afterglow, while he pulled out, panting and pumping his fist before he sat down, laying his head to rest on one side of her rear. Her tail curled around him, draping on his shoulder, as the stars came to the dragoness. She smiled toothily, her pleasure addled mind already knowing what she had to do. There was time, and so she waited, enjoying what remained of the afterglow.
It was when the man sighed and blinked back weariness that she knew it was close to the time to act. He stood and smile down at the still prone dragoness.
"God," he said, looking down at her and admiring her form. "This wasn't a dream. You are real. Talk about first contact! I mean, because I haven't seen anything like you before! I mean, so beautiful and...real. You're real, real and..." He looked around the room. "Wait, where is Palters? He was here and you're here and he couldn't have left and--"
His eyes widened and he shook his head while the dragoness looked lazily back, a wide, toothy smile stretched across her draconic snout. She wiggled her rear, and he stepped back.
"Oh god," he said. "Did I just--"
Abruptly she spun around and pounced, knocking him to the ground. He shouted and raised his arms, but she was bigger and stronger than him and invigorated from her recent coupling, not exhausted. Still, he squirmed and fought back, but as the latex infused stardust slithered off her onto him, it was already over. His efforts weakened and weakened, as more and more of the black, silvery substance flowed over onto his form, binding to him and growing around him until after a couple of minutes where once was a man was now a egg shaped cocoon. Admiring her handiwork, the dragoness gave the cocoon a loving lick and then stepped back. She walked towards the door and held up something that hadn't remained with the man, a card that she passed over the panel. It flashed green and the door opened. Smiling, she let the card flow back into her before she returned to the cocoon. It had already grown larger and she hissed in satisfaction. She had no doubt that her sister would be just as big and busty as she and hopefully just as lusty. They could enjoy each other's company for a time and then--
Then would be time to spread, then would be time to breed, then would be time to finally seek her queen.