FSE

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formerly SoFurry search engine

"Still nothing. I'll check back in a couple of days, or when I've found something. Whatever comes first."

Leo lifted his talon from the radio switch and watched chunks of debris drift pass the simulated window of his cockpit. It was like they were taunting him with their lazy, timeless meandering through space. Some were as small as a grain of sand, others as immense as entire planetary regions. These mountains of earth were more often than not adorned with the remnants of a now lost colony. The lustrous steel architecture upon them lay in ruins. What hadn't disintegrated into space dust by the cataclysm had been wrenched asunder. Now, enormous shards of planet were suspended in orbit around their half-exploded host as if some tremendous beast had violently and abruptly burst forth from the world's core.

The dragon had been hovering, equally useless, for days among them and he'd be stuck floating alone for many more if tragedy struck. No one would come looking for him until he missed a check-in or two. Then there would be the time it took to travel to his last known location and find his automated distress beacon. Adventurers in over their heads weren't typically high priority for rescue squads either.

He had touched down on and explored a dozen of the roaming land masses in the past week, chasing dying signals and phantom pops and clicks and hisses and buzzes on his sensors. And he had nothing to show for it, yet. When his current job paid off he could afford some much needed upgrades to his ship, keep the creditors at bay a little while longer, and have enough left over to live comfortably for a month or maybe two. Until then, it was long stretches of lonely silence occasionally punctuated by brief moments of danger.

Capt. Leo Irving didn't mind the solitude. Much. It certainly led to less embarrassment than sharing a small spacecraft with other crew aboard. The squishiness beneath his rump reminded him of that fact almost immediately.

At least he never had to worry about the humiliation of changing his diaper in close proximity to other mercenaries.

The drake stood to remove his soiled padding. He rarely wore more than just his diapers while aboard his ship. He would wear nothing at all, but the protection was unfortunately necessary. A mishap during one of his early exploits left him with a severe spinal injury. While expensive tech had been employed to keep him from being paralyzed, he had never regained complete control over his bladder and bowels. That tenuous control steadily eroded over the two years since. Now, midway through his twentieth year, he felt barely a twinge in his bladder or a cramp in his gut anymore before involuntarily unloading into his protection.

Leo still hadn't come fully to terms with his need for diapers. Even at that moment, hundreds of millions of kilometers away from the next nearest living soul, he found his face growing warm as he wadded up the padding into a squashed, smelly ball for disposal and laid a fresh diaper out on the floor. The lizard was on the small side which lended to his generally nerdy appearance. At only 1.6 meters tall, he weighed about 70 kilograms, though fully a quarter of that was his long, sinuous tail. This meant that his diapers were those intended for older adolescents, and being youth-focused, of course they had a pattern on them. The crinkling plastic was mostly white, but covered in a motif of twinkling, silver stars that faded when wet.

He kept his artificial gravity turned on more often than now since he found changing in zero gravity to be a nightmare for how many times a day he needed to do it. Besides, he figured, why install a gadget if you weren't planning to use it? The wyrm was a bit of a technophile. He couldn't quite place why, but he had always been more seduced by technology than his peers. It had been that way for him for as long as he could remember. Having it excited him, while holding, using, and especially wearing it aroused him on a deep level. One of the best perks of being a freelance adventurer was that he had reasons to regularly use all of the fun, expensive gizmos and contraptions there was no excuse to touch planetside.

Irving sighed at the sound of the tapes protesting as he adjusted the fit of his replacement padding, which brought his mind back from the fun of fiddling with machines. It rustled loudly against his scales as he stood again and he blushed more furiously, suddenly thinking about how embarrassing it is everytime he needs to stock up on diapers at the supply depot. When he was finished the dragon caught a glimpse of his distorted reflection in a shiny bit of chrome equipment.

He was handsome in his own way, with a slender build and angular features. Verdant green scales overlapped smoothly across most of his body, except for his softer, tan underbelly. He had no muscles to speak of, adding to his youthful appearance. His long, feathered pecan-colored hair was kept tied back and his eyes sparkled like a pair of lapis lazuli amidst a sea of emeralds. What supplemented his geeky air more than anything else was his posture. Leo had a tendency to slouch (a habit gleaned from many long-haul space flights slumped in his chair), and the embarrassing waddle caused by the bulk of a diaper between his thighs only emphasized his natural, wide-legged reptilian gait. His mouth grew tight as the warping effect of the polished surface caused the size and shape of his mirror image's padding to seem almost comically large.

The dragon felt his back spasm after having laid down on the metal floor to change and started to go back to his pilot's chair where he could recline back and massage it. He had barely taken a step toward the control console when he heard a bleep from his scanners. He paused mid-stride and listened carefully. A second later the sound repeated.

The mercenary allowed himself to smile, but only a little.

He had picked up false positives multiple times already, so he wasn't prepared to claim success just yet. Leo hoped that he had finally found the lab that he had been searching for. The place was sure to be loaded with all sorts of gear better than anything currently on the market and all he was required to relinquish to complete his mission was one, specific data chip. However, even an incorrect reading gave him an excuse to exit the ship and traipse around the ruins for a bit, salvaging whatever tech he could fit in his small ship.

He had been contracted to find the electronic log from an experimental laboratory. That research was quite literally groundbreaking, if the sudden, unexplained catastrophe and the state of the planet were anything to judge by. He had been assured by his employers that it wasn't the dangerous stuff that they were after. He didn't believe them. No one hires a lone, unaffiliated adventurer to recover something when they have altruistic intent. At the same time he didn't care much. The galaxy was large and by the time his shadowy employers got anything out of their haul he could be long gone and never have to live through the consequences.

The wingless drake had his own problems to worry about.

He dashed to his chair and plopped himself down into it. His new diaper crinkled obnoxiously as it cushioned his rump slamming into the seat. The scaled anthro started quickly flipping switches, his dextrous claws dancing across the controls with practiced efficiency to take manual control of the ship and guide it to the source of the signal. Within minutes he was plummeting toward a fragment the size of a city. He reveled in the thrill of the g-force pushing his nearly naked form back into his pilot's seat as he approached the ground at a breakneck pace.

Keeping a watchful eye on his sensors, he noticed the exterior of his ship heating rapidly. The landmass must have been close enough to its host planet that it retained some or even most of its atmosphere. His holographic projection of a window scintillated as it struggled to keep up with the speed of his descent, creating a vibrant kaleidoscope of images. Finally, he decelerated enough that the visuals stabilized and he drew close enough to the ground to weave between the eerie empty husks of destroyed buildings as he hunted the beacon.

The beeping intensified until at last he found it.

On the horizon, against a backdrop of a cosmic arm of stars, a ravaged planet and its uncaring moon, was the industrial wreckage of a research lab and its adjacent university. Even months after it smoldered into oblivion it dominated the skyline. The captain made a slow lap around the exterior, examining what remained. The building was a twisted, broken shell of its former self, but seemed stable enough that many of its corridors would have escaped the worst of the carnage and still be passable. Still, the damage was great enough that he couldn't find anywhere flat enough within its confines to set down, and would have to make landfall a couple of kilometers away and approach on foot. It would be a bit more of a trek to haul any salvage he found back, but there would be more enticing ruins to sift through along the way.

He landed smoothly and checked his ship's atmospheric sensors. The readings suggested that it was perfectly breathable. Background radiation was minimal. It was unlikely there was anything left living on the rock and even more unlikely that whoever or whatever did survive the devastation would be hostile. Given these factors, Leo knew he shouldn't wear his environmental suit- It was just excess weight- but he approached its storage pod anyway.

The reptile had spent a small fortune he didn't really have on that piece of gear. In fact, he still owed a great deal on it. He loved that tech, though, and couldn't stand not having it. He painstakingly inspected it for damage and decontaminated it thoroughly after each use. He tuned every gauge and polished every lense, light, and screen. It was a sleek, black suit made of supple, insulated carbon fiber overlaid in places by shiny bronze plates that served to armor the wearer and protect the many expensive gadgets and tools that were built into it.

Capt. Irving took it gingerly from its case and lowered it to the floor. The suit existed as a single piece. It extended from the neck down and completely covered its wearer's claws in textured, rubbery gloves while encasing their feet in more durable material for terrain traversal. To don it, the user simply needed to try to stretch the neck gap open and it would quickly scan their body as soon as they touched it. The hole would open wide enough for them to step inside of it before it started sealing itself up around them, while also forming an appropriately sized sheath to house their tail.

The dragon was glad the suit compressed tight enough around his body and had enough plating that his padded state would be concealed from view whenever he worked with another freelancer. Although that had the unfortunate side effect of ringing out the excess moisture in an already damp diaper like a sponge (and uncomfortably smooshing any mess against his body if the protection was already spent in another way). A diaper would reasonably wick away moisture once the suit went on over it, but since the suit initially adjusts to the size and shape of the wearer's naked body the drake had learned early on that it was best to go in with fresh padding in place.

He felt the fabric squeeze taut about him, almost sentient in the way it adapted, and derived a small thrill from the sensation. A smooth hemisphere of cushioned metal slid into place to cradle the back of Leo's skull. He wished the whole suit was just as soft and thick, embracing the whole of him, but it was mostly form-fitting attire that automatically adjusted to hug every contour of his body. This was more practical and modern, even if it didn't match up with his ideal. The thought of being totally engulfed into a pillowy suit always ignited a sexual spark within him.

The headpiece switched on and it projected a faintly coruscating force field extending oblong down the length of his face and snout. A HUD projected itself onto his visor with readouts measuring every conceivable variable that could affect him. Heat, pressure, vital signs, and more wavered in front of him. The wyrm's eyes darted across the data as he focused on the feel of each tiny, encased cable sliding into place across his scales, enveloping his form. He felt himself start to plump at the sensation, and grew harder as the garment forced the soft, warm lining of his diaper back around his erection. He exhaled slowly, letting himself grind his crotch just a bit against the suit. 'Later' he promised himself. He had some tech to find.

The drake stretched to make sure his environmental suit was fully adjusted then exited his craft and stepped down onto the desolate bit of earth. The jagged steel remains around him were almost mournful in their silence and solitude. He glanced around, then headed toward his destination, eager to find reclaimable equipment along the way. Leo spent many hours digging through refuse for salvage, his heartbeat picking up a bit more with each gadget that he found. He climbed, jumped, crawled on his belly, boosted with his thrusters to ledges, and more. Steadily, he drew toward the signal and wondered if he had actually found the research facility this time or if it was another false positive. It was a successful venture either way, as his pack had been slowly filling with electronic treasures.

He crested a ridge of shattered concrete and twisted rebar and saw the buildings and grounds of the university stretch out before him. Small chasms split the earth here and there, but the primary laboratory remained standing. Some statuary and minor monuments littered the fields. Checking the engravings on their plaques with a helpful translation via his suit's holographic display determined that he had indeed found the right place. He grinned and picked up the pace, practically running to get a chance at finding some truly unique gear and completing his job.

Once he was inside he slowed to a crawl as he was left in awe by the vast array of what he found. The computers were still functional, and no small bit of the institution still seemed to have power granted by some unseen generator still usable without any anthros tending to it. He must have doubled the time he had spent on that rock by the time he had wound his way through the labyrinthian basement layers searching every room for every last scrap he could gather. His fun was only somewhat spoiled by the dampness of his diaper, which had been used several times over on his trip by that point.

He finally came across a series of mechanical doors that needed so much security clearance to pass that it actually took upwards of several minutes per lock for his suit to hack through. Leo knew that he had found the good stuff, and was bouncing like an excited cub by the time the last hermetic seal allowed him to pass.

Once inside, the green dragon found himself in a vast, circular chamber. Consoles and monitors lined the walls on either side of him along with a series of cubicles with partitions low enough to see over in a tessellating pattern. The room was a bit over two storeys high, and had a smooth walkway swooping up and around the entirety of the laboratory. Near the far end of the room, seemingly jutting out of the floor at a severe tilt, was a cylindrical chrome capsule. It was made of uneven panels of metal and was connected by a collection of cables and hoses to various other parts of the room, at once appearing industrial and minimalist. It clearly had a seam where it would rotate open but was windowless, leaving whatever lay inside a secret.

Leo was torn between investigating this mystery piece of tech or completing his mission first. It could be an experimental powersource, a new kind of weapon, a vacuum or pressure chamber for tests...anything. The lure of puzzling out the enigma was a strong one, but he opted to first find the data chip and then explore the function of the strange equipment at his leisure. The drake hopped from computer to computer, finding only a small number here that seemed still operational. Much of their programming had been corrupted and the cybernetic security was nearly as strong as the earlier, but with the help of some of his own tools and gadgets he was able to get into a few and poke around.

There was research data on countless experimental technologies. The wyrm would have greatly preferred finding some physical examples of the gear other than just logs of their development and testing, but he made himself copies of all of the records that he found to peruse later. With a bit of effort, he discovered the data chip with the serial number to complete his contract. It was inserted into the heavy-duty console in closest proximity to the capsule. There was no way he wasn't going to sate his curiosity after retrieving it and he impatiently popped it into the tablet on the inside of his suit's forearm.

It seemed to be a command module for a device that he hadn't yet determined but was sure was in the bizarre cylinder. It was currently inactive, and had numerous error warnings popping up in the code that he dug through. Whatever the scientists and researchers were working on here they apparently never got quite right. Notations made it seem like they were trying to adapt potentially ancient, alien technology to their own understanding and methods of control.

Curiosity got the better of him. It felt risky, but after only a brief moment of hesitation, Leo switched it on. A humming emanated from the capsule as something inside of it powered to life. The electricity in the room fluctuated as voltage was channeled into the unknown device. The door slid open unceremoniously and mist billowed out. His display notified him that the data chip was transmitting readings of his physical form and biological and chemical makeup to whatever it was inside, and the coding was somehow rearranging itself with this information in mind.

He cautiously approached and peered inside.

Then Leo saw it: an environmental suit. Although this one was not exactly like the dragon's own. It had an older aesthetic and reminded the lizard of an antique diving suit with its tremendous bulk. It was made of some puffy material that looked both incredibly plush and resilient, and was built for a bipedal creature of roughly his build. When he stared at it for a while longer he noticed it subtly changing size and shape, presumably in adherence to the statistics from the chip's sensors.

The suit ballooned out like it had been partially inflated, or stuffed with pillows. Around the waist of the gear was a rubbery tube with metal studs and rings attached to a set of gauges on the front. A pressure valve and crank handle dominated the mechanism. The neck had a heavily-reinforced metal collar that could either be attached to a helmet or possibly create one with a temporary kinetic field the way his own did. At the throat was a smaller set of hoses, ports, and valves set with a bulky rebreathing apparatus. The suit was almost entirely a creamy, off-white color, with the exception of the brass and copper portions and some shimmering azure bands around the shoulders and thighs.

It was connected to the interior of its capsule by many hoses and tubes. They plugged into ports and valves at various points, primarily along the back. They varied in size and material, occasionally undulating under their own propulsion, seemingly protean and sentient. While Leo could guess at some of their functions, the vast quantity of them left him baffled. The rig was alluring. As though it had been made just for him.

He had to try it on.

He was only required to retrieve the chip, the dragon reasoned. If he wanted, he could keep the suit to himself and nobody would know or care. His employers wanted the research and development on it, and didn't ask for anything more. Maybe they didn't think it survived. If that was the case, it was their loss.

The wyrm looked around to make sure there were no functional cameras in the lab. He didn't expect security to come rushing in to stop him, nor did he believe he was about to do anything wrong, but on the off chance some later intrepid adventurer explored these ruins after him he would rather not have himself recorded as he stripped down. Thus far he had been careful to never allow a video log capture him in only his diaper and he intended to keep it that way. He tapped a gloved talon against a small release button on his environmental suit. There was a slight delay while the programming double-checked conditions and ensured that going offline wasn't going to lead to his demise, then it slackened.

The force visor dissipated with a faint wavering and the neck expanded. With a bit of effort he was able to wrestle his way out of it. Once he stepped away from the suit, it contracted tightly into itself, compressing into a neat, little package, with its armored-plating encasing it. As the dragon bent to pick it up and stow it in his pack, he sniffed and was suddenly aware of how wet and messy his diaper was. Gazing down confirmed that the padding had been well spent, and was now lumpy and discolored with use.

Leo decided to remove it as well and clean himself up with some wipes from his kit. Luckily, scales are easy to clean and before long he was presentable again as he stood naked in the abandoned laboratory. He debated putting on a fresh diaper before trying on the suit, but with how damp and full his previous one had been, he doubted he would need to relieve himself again immediately, and wanted to feel the cushioned interior of the bulky suit press against every part of his body, even if just for a short while. He was half-erect merely looking at the suit in front of him. His heart thundered in his chest as he reached out and touched the material. It felt incredibly durable, but also soft, giving just a bit beneath his touch, like the silky skin of an over-ripened fruit.

With its size he expected it to be heavy, but when the green-scaled drake hefted it from the container, it seemed like the suit might as well be full of nothing but air. The mercenary lifted it with such ease that he nearly toppled backward with how much unnecessary strength he mustered for the task. The nude reptile held the suit aloft, twisting it and examining it from all angles. It was as if his fetish fantasies came true.

Unique, alien tech to fiddle with on a pillowy body suit that would fully encase him. His cock throbbed at the thought, and dribbled a pearlescent strand of pre to the floor.

Leo searched for a way to enter it. The neck didn't appear to stretch open like on most modern suits. As he looked it seemed to respond to his need. The material on the back rippled slightly, then flowed apart, behaving more like molten metal than fabric before solidifying again with enough of a gap for him to step into. The suit seemed to deflate. It depressurized enough that there was a space for a body to fit inside. He was almost worried that his talons would rip the cloth as he stepped into it, but at any point they seemed like they would catch, the suit behaved mercurially again, allowing the razor-edge to pass without causing any damage. Once he was fully in it the back drew itself back together, sealing him inside.

The suit had a more traditional fit now. It was still cumbersome, but no longer swollen and round.

The dragon looked down at his waist, and saw the tenacious lump of his erection forcing itself against the fabric. Above that was the pressure valve and crank. He grabbed it, curious, and slowly shifted its position 90 degrees. There was a hiss as the suit began to intake air and inflated back to its full bulging bulk. It pressed against him on all sides. The way it expanded seamlessly as gas pumped in from the tubes attached everywhere meant there was no part of him that wasn't being enveloped by the suit's puffy embrace.

The tight, rubber seal around his neck kept the entire rig pressurized. He quivered with the pleasure of the sensation. A holographic projection emitted unprovoked from his collar and displayed in front of his face in thin air. It gave readings, not unlike his own suit did, but along with them came an electronic voice, simultaneously distant and comforting.

"My primary directive here is to provide for my user's every need," it explained. The voice held just a hint of clicking and static from being long disused and just getting back up to functional order. It strangely spoke his language and Leo wondered how it gleaned that from merely scanning his body. "I am operating on auxiliary power and not currently at full functionality. Some data is missing or damaged, but I will assist you to the best of my ability. My original classification has been lost, but I have been designated Project Echo by the researchers here."

"Echo?" The dragon repeated curiously.

"Correct. What can I help you with?" The modulated voice was accompanied by a series of beeps.

"Nothing right now, I guess," Leo responded, mystified by the tech as well as distracted by his unsatisfied horniness. AI had long been disallowed by intergalactic law due to its high likelihood of becoming hazardous if corrupted. No wonder his contract was interested in this research specifically. They were likely up to something very shady.

"My sensors indicate that you are exuding a high level of pheromones and are experiencing physical arousal. There is no danger in the immediate vicinity, allow me to assist you," Echo offered.

"That's alright. I can handle it by myself la-" Leo didn't manage to finish the thought before he felt the suit move around his arm with so much force he couldn't hope to struggle against it. It positioned his gloved claw over his groin and started making him rub his hardness through the material.

The drake gasped and shivered as he felt the plush fabric press and slide along his rigid length. The interior quickly grew slick with his pre as it dragged along his cock's sensitive crown. Even with the suit's precise readings the material was too thick and inflated for him to get a solid grasp on himself. His member kept getting pushed away with each attempt he, or rather Echo, made to grab at it. He exhaled heavily and fought the urge to sink to his knees, not knowing that his flesh could be so responsive to sliding against its engorged confines. The dragon's 19 cm of trembling maleness spurted splashes of pre against Echo's lining.

"We seem to be having trouble," his suit observed in a robotic tone.

A previously unconnected hose that dangled from the ceiling of the capsule among many others extended, elongating from an unseen coil and writhing as though alive. It slithered like a tentacle through the air, until Echo shifted the wyrm's free talon to catch it and attach the tip though a port in the pressure valve at his waist. Leo heard some whirring and what sounded like the rhythmic pump of a vacuum mechanism coming from between layers of pressurized cloth and rubber that made up his new environmental suit. The tube continued to feed itself through until it touched the tip of his aching erection. Then a sleeve of supple, ribbed silicone slipped over the tip of his penis. It was tight and moist, and slid slowly down his shaft.

He staggered as the suction kicked in, bracing himself against the cylinder to keep from falling over. A ring of pressure slid up and down his rod, sensing his desire and reacting immediately to it. Irving's face skewed as his breathing grew ragged. It milked his phallus more expertly than any lover he had ever been with, adjusting its speed, power, moisture, and tempo all of its own accord. Each slight change drew him ever closer to the brink of orgasm. The dragon knew he wouldn't last long. He leaned back against the capsule, letting it support the whole of his weight as he moaned loudly into the empty lab. He thrust up his hips, bucking as he came.

He felt himself forcefully throb and pulse while he unleashed the largest load he had ever given in his life. Ropes of hot reptilian seed shot from his cock, and he found that they were quickly siphoned off by the hose over his length. The tube was clear, and in his sensitive, post-orgasmic haze, he saw the milky, pearlescent strands of his offering slosh up the tube. Every last drop of his essence flowed by.

"Your species' emissions are found to be high in protein. They should not be wasted," Echo said, mysteriously. The arm of the suit again swept up to where the clear hose that was attached to the valve near Leo's groin met the ceiling of the capsule and gripped it. He involuntarily disconnected it and pulled the open end toward his maw. The flow continued, though with less power, and the lizard watched as the globules of his cum started to drip out near his face.

Since his lust had just been sated there was little less that he wanted to do than to eat his own cooling spunk from a tube and he wrinkled his snout defiantly. In immediate acknowledgement of his refusal the suit vibrated around his softening erection, eliciting a surprised huff from its host. With the dragon's muzzle temporarily open Echo slipped the tube in and ejected his ejaculate into his mouth, splashing across his tongue. He tasted the gooey, salty mouthful and swallowed it with a grimace. Then he felt the stickiness in the back of his throat as the morsel slipped into his stomach.

Despite the unpleasant aftermath of his climax, Leo's afterglow left his body naturally relaxed enough that he suddenly realized that he was relieving himself. The hose still ran from his penis into his mouth with enough suction that it siphoned it quickly into his muzzle. He sputtered at the acrid taste of his own urine.

"My system filters out any harmful impurities so that hydration can be recycled and maintained," Echo explained in its distant, uncaring voice. Halfway through his bladderful, the dragon managed to twist his neck and push the tube out of his mouth with his tongue. This proceeded to only shower him in his own piss. To add insult to injury, he felt a mess leave him as well, but thankfully it was whisked away out of another hose (to where and how he could only guess).

"That's enough for now, Echo," he groaned, wanting the suit removed, at least temporarily.

"I am not yet fully operational and must charge before allowing full user control."

"It's not difficult or complicated. I just need to get you off," Leo pressed.

"I will now charge to allow user command functionality. I apologize for the inconvenience. Progress to full will be displayed for you."

More cables and hoses swiftly erupted from the capsule in a wiggly, squirming mass. They attached themselves to ports all along the suit until there was hardly a bit of him left unconnected. The drake started to panic as they started to grow taut and retract, drawing Echo- along with him- back into the capsule. He didn't have the power to fight against the rig controlling him like a puppet when it had no supplemental aid, and any hope of successfully fighting back was unceremoniously quashed. Still, he couldn't not try to escape, and his natural fight or flight response kicked in. He fell forward onto his knees and futilely tried to scrabble away from the cylinder, but it ratcheted him ever closer. His covered claws scratched against the floor before he was drawn back upright, compelled into a standing position in the massive, metal tube.

He gasped in fear as the seal rotated shut, entombing him in the claustrophobic confines with only the soft glow of the HUD before him.