FSE

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First, there was the cold of the void. Then, there was the broad sky of another world. Varanth's wings snapped out in both dragonic instinct, and powered survival suit actuators to catch the surprising thermals.

A new world, a world she had only seen in telescopes, and now, she was flying above it. A world of surprising color, of great round-topped tree-like structures, of not green but blue and violet and some black even into the infrared spectrum, plants that could absorb much of the strange, large red sun in the sky.

Far below, she could see small movement, creatures darting into bushes at her shadow, flocks of strange avians dashing into cover.

It was wonderful! Traveling to another planet without bulky starships. To simply travel between space, to arrive at another planet. It was thrilling!

The suit computer gently prodded at her attention, displaying readouts in the normally clear lenses over her eyes. The various sensors and cameras were recording everything, collecting small samples of airborne minerals and microscopic life, stored safely in hazard-containers.

The last thing she wanted was to be exposed to-

It exploded almost like a flak shell, a burst of pollen and dust immediately in her path. Varanth couldn't help but let out a startled squeak, binking, eyes welling more on instinct than actual danger or irritation, given the suit's clear lenses like a third eyelid over her eyes. The suit's powered flight intakes were suddenly clogged with a pink powder, a dust that clung statically to every metallic and plasticine surface.

And she was rapidly losing power.

Wings that had admittingly been used to assistance now fought to keep her airborne as the dragoness brought herself into a slow spiral, losing altitude quicker in the thinner atmosphere than home.

At least there was a small clearing she could (hopefully) make a soft landing! It was easier said than done, even with the computer placidly suggesting a glide path, a path it gave up trying to augment as the servos became clogged beyond use.

Varanth back-flapped her wings, coming to a very indelicate landing on her four suited legs, half crashing into bluish plant structures that were surprisingly soft.

The suit complained again, warning of the biohazards outside, but Varanth couldn't fix the turbines on her back while they were still attached.

And so, after an hour, she was half out of her exploration suit, with naught but her scales, and her helmet keeping a seal, delicately using a small tool kit to clean turbines and air intakes as the sun above started to set in the distance.

That's when she first started to notice the clicking around her was more than simply the feel of tools on metal.

Eyes were peering at her, strange head, but strangely familiar in a way. Long toothed beaks, wary feathered crests, long necks, walking on wings and hind legs like something out of history on her own planet.

The computer quickly calculated the creature as a 'moderate' danger, given it's small size, but of course, the 'moderate' part was it's in-programmed wary nature of a proper protective AI.

Varanth shooed away it's concerns with an eyeblink, instead, studying the strange features, the two-pairs of eyes, the pointed beak, the strange wing talons.

And then there were two. And then three. And then five. And then, then, she finally started to understand the 'moderate' part of danger.

And so, Varanth rose onto all fours, her pearlescent scales gleaming in the dying light, her helmet flood lamps bursting onwards, her tail whipping dangerously and her now bare wings expanding wide, she let out a deep, warning growl that would have sent any small home predator running/flapping/screeching for the hills!

It seems some things were consistent among worlds, and the strange wyvern-like creatures squawked and flapped with their hide-like wings with all haste back into the forest.

Smug, proud, the dragoness returned to her work, flood lamps still lit to allow for better control while cleaning her suit thrusters. The strange pink pollon really had gotten everywhere, and clung stubbornly to surfaces, even her own scales!

She didn't notice the first time she itched, gently rubbing at a scaled shoulder as she worked. She did notice the second time as her thighs twinged. And then her tailbase felt strange, her claws seemed to fumble, and she kept trying to wave away something flashing in her vision, some red blinking warning.

She growled, pulling, slapping, releasing her helmet to get it away, the incessant warning beeping finally relenting as she was free, free to breath deep that alien air.

A small part of her mind warned her, screamed that this was all wrong, that she shouldn't be breaking protocol, that she was alone on an alien planet breathing it's air, exposing her scales!

But it felt good to breathe in deep, felt good even if some of those pink dust seemed to get into her lungs.

It made her warm, warm all over.

It was her suit, her technique, her telescope, her abilities, that lead her to try traveling the Void, to skim across the secret bulk of the universe and simply appear so far from home. She set her tools down, needing a break, needing a rest, sliding the rest of her suit away, sliding to reveal the rest of her scales, pearlescent and glittering in the bright starlight. Seven planets above shown near as bright as a full moon, reflecting light across her hide, heavy curves accentuated.

She should have waited, shouldn't have jumped at the chance to blink while she was brooding, but no one was about to tell an egg-heavy dragoness what she can and cannot do.

And yet, a part of her was sounding alarm, trying to get her attention, even as she rolled bare and naked onto her side, enjoying the soft feel of the strange blue plants, the haze of pink dust now clinging all along her scales. She felt...intoxicated, delighted, and...and a heavy heat between her thighs that threatened to take her entirely.

Suddenly, in her musings, as her claws started to roam, to stroke across her scales, as her tail curled, brushing across her own thighs, teasing against the red-swell of her vent, she heard chirping again. Those strange wyverns once more, quizzical, peering down over her, surrounding her.

There was a frantic warning from the forgotten suit helmet nearby, but her tail swatted it away. So annoying!

"Hello cuties." She rumbled, far less threatening now. And hey, they were cute! Barely a meter or so tall, spindly with broad chests both, it was a strange but adorable combination.

The larger one chirped again at her, head tilted, even so brave as to bump her belly with that prodding beak.

"Curious little things. Don't worry, I'm not going to eat you. I just...need a break before I fix my suit." She shifted more onto her back, wings lazily splayed beneath her, happy to relax in the low gravity, feeling as if she was floating.

The all surrounded her now, prodding, sniffing, poking, taking tentative, experimental brushing of wings across her heavy tail, her wings, and especially the heavy swell of her egg-laden belly.

They seemed most interested in that.

"Mmm, interested in a breeding dragoness?" She was having a hard time understanding her own behavior, other than, splaying herself out, humbled, exposed, for strange alien wyverns drove her feelings of need and arousal to new levels. Her tail tip continued to press against her thighs, teasing, titillating herself, and there was a definite slickness left across its spaded tip.

One wyvern hopped itself up brazenly atop her stomach, a weight felt through her very core, causing those eggs within to shift. Another two pressed against her right, and one, very adventurous wyvern slipped right up between her hind legs, to press it's face right into the swollen heat of her vent.

She let out a pleasured hiss that sent most of them squawking in alarm, before they realized she wasn't going to attack.

It was strange, feeling stroked, manipulated, pressed and poked, examined like a heavy brooding chicken. It was doing strange things, feeling that heat, feeling that warmth!

She was laying her eggs, she wasn't sure how that happened, she was suddenly feeling those contracting muscles, aided by stroking claws and wingtips and beaks, feeling their encouragement, feeling their greed, feeling them help pull heavy, speckled dragon eggs from her vent.

It was bizarre, it was strange, it wasn't right! But she couldn't help herself, her head full of heat and arousal and lust, her thighs splayed wide like a turkey, and her nethers so slick and damp she felt as if laying those eggs were a relief.

Each heavy egg was carried away, disappeared into the forest, and another wyvern took the former's place to help stroke and tease.

The wyvern on her stomach watched, supervising emptying this alien dragoness that came to their world, watching one, two, three, four, five heavy dragon eggs, squeeeezed out from between her thighs.

One wyvern squeezed itself into her vent between pauses, wiggling it's body against, and into her sex, stretching itself and wings folding and tail flicking across her legs and tail before it pulled itself free, carrying a large dragon egg of it's own! It flew off with it's ill-gotten gift as quickly as the others.

Varanth was feeling emptied, shucked, deflated, her brood stolen, her sex wet with heat. Another wyvern was sliding his way up her tail, wiggling into her sex, her vent, her egg chamber, just two small paws and a tail as it poked about within, searching for one last egg.

The creature atop that stomach seemed impatient, wanting it's own treat. Strange, she didn't even feel the claws digging into her scales, peeling a scalpel-thin incision worthy of a surgical robot, a bloodless wound that it stuck it's head into, his whole head, and much of that lengthy neck into the side of her belly, into her stomach, and...and she felt a tugging deep within her core, felt a pinching, felt a pull, and the wyvern pulled free a strange, fat, meaty-white orb still dangling a bit of flesh.

It was nearly as big as his head, but he still dug into it with gusto, devouring it atop her stomach, as another wyvern dug into her other side, digging into her stomach, completing the act, completing her spaying, completing her sterilization as the pulled free that second ovary.

The sensation was too much, simply too much, the last of her eggs stolen, the very last, given the strange little wyvern finishing and tugging free that last pink egg-maker. The thought, the sensation, it was too much, laying hapless on an alien world, emptied and shucked of her breeding needs, tugged and opened and spayed and...and...!

She couldn't help herself, letting out a deep, rumbling crooon that sent her tail lashing and a sudden slick spurt against the head of that final wyvern still hoping to find one last egg! His momentary struggles only 'egged' her on, leaving the dragoness gasping, writhing and spent as she tried to understand why the wyverns were suddenly squawking all in alarm. And in perfect rhythm as her normal morning chime to awake...

And Varanth woke up in her chambers.

Her pillows were slick with dragoness arousal, her vent felt swollen and heated, and her unfinished exploration suit hung on a rack just aside her expansive bed.

The pregnant pearlescent dragoness was breathing deep, panting hard, rubbing the egg-laden stomach of her belly with her tail once more, and a deep, deep reddish hue colored her scales.

"Huff, I need...to stop reading weird porn and telescope reports before bed."

She rolled to her feet, feeling her bulk swinging, feeling her weight, and wandered out into the main apartment nest with her heat burning hot as that sun in her dreams. Her cute drake, always so fretful and shy, would hopefully be home soon with the morning meal.

Hopefully he had eaten a little on the way home, he was going to need the energy.