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"I just don't get it, what'd Gantu want with Experiment 320." I ask, getting no more than a shrug from the little alien. Added to the near silence of the city, it makes me feel a little uneasy. "Any ideas, thoughts... theories?"

Once again, another shrug.

"Common Stitch, I can't be the only one who's interested in it."

Stitch looks away for a moment, slowing down until he just stands.

"What's wrong buddy?" His paws go between his inner thighs before looking around quickly, dashing off into a bush without a word. "Hey?"

I take a moment, rubbing the back of my head in question. After a minute or two, I follow the little guy, reasoning that a pee break wouldn't need such a reaction. Passing through the shrubbery, I search for him, not particularly worried. If he wanted to stay hidden, there's not much I could do about it. But continuing forward, I soon find a small clearing. Stitch is sitting at the foot of a tree, facing towards the wood with his back facing me.

"Hey, you worried me back there, you ok there?" I ask, my voice wavering slightly, taking tentative steps towards him. "Stitch?"

He doesn't respond for a moment, but he stands up, turns and jumps onto my face. I stagger back and instinctively turn into my 'dragon mode', trying to shake him off before I go to grab Stitch's back. Despite my strength and attempts, he's stuck on me like a face hugger. I fall onto my backside, and only then does the alien jump up into the forest's canopy. Panting softly, I grumble a soft 'What the hell.', before movement catches my eye.

A shift here, movement there. But a blur of blue shoots down onto my left wrist, tying something around it before moving to my right. Pulling them behind my back, Stitch ties my arms behind me, kicking me to the ground. I huff as I land, struggling against my restraints as the alien does the same to my ankles. Once I'm just a mass of struggling scales, Stitch walks to my front. Looking to the side, I notice some extra vines left to the side...

"Damn, how long have you been planning this?" I ask, just a little impressed.

He clamps my mouth shut with a foot, putting a finger to his lips. "Shhh..."

I struggle as he moves, grinding his balls against my nose, letting small beads of sweat run along my nose. This makes me freeze, my eyes go wide, finally looking in between his legs to see his throbbing length. It stands at six inches, looking rather big on his small frame. Words escape me for a few moments, drawing breath tentatively through my nose.

"Wh-wha...?"

"Spud." Stitch replies, smiling down at me, as if that's all I needed to know.

"Loose lipped little..." I say, instinctively sniffing his scent.

He chuckles as he continues to rub his ball stank against my nose, knowing I'd want it. Of course, he's right, but I don't want to admit it quite yet. It doesn't stop him from repeating the act over and over, occasionally stopping on my breaths in. A blush creeps over my scaley cheeks, matching my more submissive nature taking over more of my mind. I struggle against the vines as this happens, moaning out with unwanted pleasure.

"Fuck..." I mutter between my lips, looking up at the alien. He doesn't stop though, gripping my horns to keep me in place while he grinds his fuzzy balls against my nose. "St-Stitch... stop..."

"What?" He asks, his grin wide.

"Stop being... so damn... vanilla..."

He actually looks a little pissed at that. "Vanilla?"

"Make me your... your little bitch."

With a smile on his short muzzle, he gets off of me, going over to grab the nearby vines. He ties the vines around my muzzle, making sure I'm shut up nice and tight. Petting my nose, he gives one of my horns a kiss.

"Stay," he purrs.

"Mmm, mmm." I try to say 'Yes, sir.'.

With a small moan, he turns around and wiggles his butt a few inches away from my muzzle, making me whimper a little in need. I can barely smell the scent of his rear as I struggle against the vines around my wrists. Stitch chuckles and brings it closer, not by much, but still, it makes the scent a little deeper.

"Want this?"

I nod quickly, gulping my submissive need down. "Mmmm!"

He brings himself a little closer. "Keep begging."

I continue to moan out through my nose, each time he comes closer, my voice becomes a little higher in tone. And finally, after a drawn-out eternity, his wrinkled ring presses up against my nose. Taking my chance, I sniff as deep as possible, shivering in lust filled need. His backside smells so earthy; wet fur, sweat, and the smell of other males hits my lungs. The moan that pours out of me is more submissive than it has any right to me.

"Again!" He shouts out, grinding his big, blue butt against my nose. "Sniff again!"

I give it my best shot, rubbing my nose up and down the cleft of his ass, his sweat covering my scales and sinking into my skin. The idea of my nose and snout stinking of his scent makes my body shiver in anticipation, and I stay there for as long as possible. Each breath, each sniff just brings my instincts closer to the surface. The urge to serve my betters with my body, to only receive pleasure from undertaking this sordid task.

Stitch practically sits on my face, wiggling his plush cheeks against me. He's enjoying each and every second of this, just like me. Grinding back up against me, the wedge of my muzzle spreads his hole slightly, my nostrils entering his warmth. I take the moment and continue to sniff, getting the deepest taste of musk I've ever had before. A loud, drawn-out groan of pure pleasure escapes the alien's lips, stopping to really enjoy the situation.

"So good..." he says under his breath, a whimper almost covering it.

After a moment, he continues to push back against me, and gets a good portion of my snout into his ass. But this doesn't last long, and when he reaches his limit, most of the tip of my nose is held within him. It's a wonder how he can take even this much, has he taken a lot of larger beasts before? Honestly, it's probably best, and sexier, to leave it without an answer. That way, I can imagine all sorts of situations when I'm 'alone'. Letting me get as much of a taste as I want, he then pulls away from me, leaving me a huffy mess on the ground.

He turns to me and grins. "Good boy."

Untying the vines around my muzzle, and I stretch my muzzle out a little.

"Fuck, you smell so good..." I say, giving him a pleading look. Trying not to let my slutty nature pass through my voice, and failing. "Please, use me more. It feels really good!"

Heading over to one of the nearby palm trees, Stitch takes out a large bag from behind it, opening the top to reveal several sex toys. A couple of large equine dildos. Some canine penetrables, and even a horse shaped strap-on, the largest of his collection. I eye them all up with a lick of my lips, watching him pick up the strap-on and putting it on. He tightens the straps around his plush hips, and I can't deny he looks good with it on.

"I got online," Stitch replies as I lick my lips with desire.

I gulp a little. "Have you ever... taken it before?"

He nods and picks up a larger dildo, walking up to my muzzle. "Every one, every inch."

He presses the tip against my nose, and I dare to take a sniff... it even smells like a horse. How did he do that? The thoughts don't last as he lets me sniff his new add-on for a moment, he then moves the other dildo to my lips, and I open my maw like a good boy. My eyes open widely as he shoves it into my muzzle and down my throat, bulging my neck obscenely as it cuts off my airflow.

I clench and wiggle around the silicone length, as Stitch ties the vines back around my snout. But this time he includes the dildo within the web of vines, keeping it tight on my maw. Rubbing his strap-on, he moves to my backside, grabbing my plump rear with his other hand. Whimpering at his touch, I gulp around the length inside my maw. The brush of his fingers along my scales makes me shiver, anticipation runs along my spine. My mind responds the only way it knows how; making me become a fully blown, submissive bitch. A long moan escapes my throat, muffled by the dildo.

"You like?" Stitch asks, gripping my butt.

"Mmmm..." Is all I can manage to respond with.

"I'll take as yes."

He presses the tip of his strap-on against my ass, letting out a purr of pleasure. Instinctively, my body relaxes as he pushes forward, knowing to submit to anything that wants it. The blunt tip spreads my hole easily, my experience of taking lengths is finally paying off. Stitch tests my body's resistance out, keeping up his thrust forward, until his inner thighs press against my ass. The fullness is one I'm more than used to, I love it, crave it even. Looking back at him, I groan as I do so, finding the alien looking down at my ass, a look of astonishment across his maw.

But he quickly shakes his head and puts his clawed paws around my hips, getting a good grip for when he pulls out. Doing so, I moan as I'm left empty and craving to be filled again. He picks up on my desire and slowly pushes into me again, repeating the act, over and over. Each time he pushes into me, he picks up speed, giving me exactly what I want. After a few thrusts into me, he swipes his paw at the vines around my wrists.

Stitch points to my upper end with a smile. "Move, that side."

I nod and go to untie the vines around my muzzle, placing the dildo down onto the ground. Taking a moment to get my upper body into position; my clawed paws either side of the dildo, my lips at its base. I pull my muzzle up, feeling the length tug and move inside my throat. Knowing my personal tempo, I move my maw up and down the silicone cock, fucking my throat with it. It's fast, rough, and oh so wonderful, just the way a slutty dragon likes it.

Stitch continues to work my behind, humping me with gusto, making sure to aim for my prostate. My moans act like a pleasure radar for him, letting me just focus on getting my fill of equine cock. Relishing in having my neck bulging around the sex toy, my mind goes to the recent sexual exploits I've had. The unicorn at the spring, that equine threesome in the park, and the dom centaur who loved getting his balls sniffed.

All these thoughts just make me even hornier, bringing a deep blush to my cheeks. Stitch takes the opportunity and slaps my ass roughly, making me moan around the dildo, almost gagging on it. Pulling back from the length, I look back at Stitch with a grumble on my lips,

"You're a rough little thing, aren't you?" I ask.

He just gives me a menacing grin, looking at me with glee. I... I don't like that gleam in his eyes.

"What... what are you planning?"

Again, he doesn't respond.

I blush at that last word, instinctively lowering my head to the ground. But I nod and turn back around to the silicone length, the gleaming surface covered in my spit and throat juices. Gulping with a mixture of apprehension and lust, I open my maw again and push myself down on the cock. Once again, my neck bulges, the perfect outline of its mass. I love the feeling of my throat being bulged; the fulness, the tightness of every centimeter, the taste of the silicone and my spit...

I pleasure the length as if it were a real, throbbing shaft. Closing my eyes, imagining the stallion squirming and wiggling under me, the strain of keeping himself from sweet release on his maw. He wants me to know that I'm doing a good job, that it's a struggle to keep his glory at bay. But I don't want him to hold back, I NEED him to claim me, like the length claiming my ass. Trying to match the thrusts into my ass, but can only go so fast, being outmatched by the alien's ramming hips. I feel my throat clench and massage the intruding mass on instinct, a wave of happiness washes over me at this realization.

"So good!" Stitch moans out, licking the underside of my tail. "You like, slut?"

I just groan in response, pausing every time I get balls deep onto the dildo in my maw, loving the sounds my throat makes doing this. A bite on my tail brings my attention away from the length inside my upper half, looking back to glare at Stitch, the dildo swinging around lewdly as I do so.

"Attention, scale boy." I go to pull the length out of my mouth, but Stitch shakes his head, pointing to the dildo inside my maw. "Keep in, but watch me."

Returning the fake shaft where it belongs, moaning out submissively. I move my head under my chest, getting an upside-down few of my throbbing cock, watching shots of pre shoot down onto the ground. Had I been this hard for long? I hadn't even noticed it, am I that much of a slut? It could be a good thing, giving pleasure to others, without much thought of my own. Watching my cock in a weird sense of wonder, I try my best to focus on my ass, working the length. It takes some effort, but my ass begins to properly work the intruding mass. Relax on the entry, clench on the draw out... milk it, make him feel good.

"You like cock?" Stitch asks, repeatedly gripping my ass. "Say it!"

I pull my head up and let the dildo out once again, looking up into the air. "I love your cock! It's splitting me in two!"

"Beg."

"Please! Breed my ass! Give me your eggs!"

"Then cum, I give eggs, if you cum!"

"Ahhh!" I let it all out, my strain, my essence, everything just pours out of me.

Shot after shot of my thick seed pours onto the ground, thrusting my hips in time with my release. The orgasm feels like all the others; blissful, overpowering, and completely controlling. I'm a complete whore for this, a slut for orgasmic bliss. My head falls with the end of my segment of bliss, panting out from exertion. While I try and to catch my breath, the strap-on in me is pulled out roughly. My hole gapes at being left empty, clenching slightly, begging to be filled again. The ass of a true submissive dragon, and I love it!

Slapping my ass, my ring tightens and releases to gape again. Stitch purrs, slapping my cheek once again, getting the same response. This seems to entertain the small alien, and I sure as hell enjoy the pain it causes me. Each slap deepens the stinging pain that radiates from my plump butt cheeks, making my yelps louder and more feminine.

After enjoying my booty, the alien leaves my lower half with a grip on my tender flesh. I moan out at the sting, watching Stitch move back to the bag, rummaging through it for a couple seconds. After seemingly making me wait, he pulls out a large, silicone egg from the bag, the size of the item seems to almost dwarf the bag it came from. It's about a foot long, and about half a foot wide.

I don't question it though; my mind is too far gone to care anymore. Padding to my backside, the alien drops the egg and lifts my tail, smiling down at my gaping hole. His nose presses against my backside, moving up my cleft as he draws in breath. With a pleasured moan, he picks the egg back up and presses it against my hole. The mixture of saliva and inner juices coats the egg as the mass pushes into me.

"Stitch... oh Stitch..." I moan out, pushing back against his efforts.

The stretching of my ass is the hardest part, like with all the other times. But when I get to the widest part of the silicone sex toy, I begin to feel the strain. Gritting my teeth, I look back at Stitch and watch, as he puts his clawed paws onto the bottom of the egg. He grows his second pair of arms from his midsection, adding them to the base. With a grunt of excretion, he pushes forward. I pull my head back and yell out as the egg is forced up my ass.

"Ah-h-h-h-oh-h-h-h!" My yell turns into a moan, moving my head down onto the ground, clenching down onto the egg. The silicone sex toy makes me want to push back out, an internalized urge to birth the mass. But I keep it inside me, I want to keep it warm, safe and sound.

"Good boy! Good boy!" Stitch replies as he pets my ass, pride held within in his voice. "Want another?"

"Yes! Please! M-more eggs!"

The alien smiles and goes back to the bag, pulling out another egg from it. I crave the prospect of being filled with another one, and every second that passes without it inside me, is a second wasted. Stitch doesn't waste any time though, pressing the flat side against my hole this time. Fuck, he's going to make this one hard... just the way I like it. He pushes it into my hole, the resistance of the egg already inside me makes it harder than before. But I bite my lower lip and groan in pleasure. The drawn-out act of pushing my body further just draws out the pleasure, letting me really feel the shots of pure bliss move through my spine. It enters me, making me let out a drawn-out moan.

Stitch repeats this with a third, fourth, and even fifth one, making my ass feel nice and full. I move onto my back legs, the weight of the eggs now inside me makes me wobble a bit. After a moment of trouble, the alien smiles up at me, pointing down to the ground. He doesn't even need to use words for me to follow his orders, my chest going down against the ground, sinking against the sand. My muzzle aims up and I open my maw, not knowing what he has planned, but he'll definitely will want access to my mouth.

"Good, boy." He purrs, petting my head.

Once again, he goes to the bag, grabbing an egg from inside. But this time, one doesn't satisfy him, going in for another, and another. He's... he's not stopping. Six... twelve... eighteen. Only stopping after twenty eggs sit in a pile, their surfaces gleaming slightly in the sunlight. I gulp, beads of sweat falling down my forehead, quickly being licked up by Stitch.

"What do you plan to do with those?" I ask, not really wanting the answer.

He just moves my upper jaw up, opening my mouth again, and pets my nose. Grabbing an egg before returning to me, he pushes it onto my tongue. I slather it with my saliva, but he doesn't let go, he pushes it further into me. With a worried look to him, I feel the silicon mass hit the back of my throat and continue down. Instinct takes over and I go to gulp it down, my eyes close with strain as it slowly travels down my gullet. Bulging my neck as it moves, making sure I feel every millimetre of progress. The process is slow, kinda painful, and leaves me a huffy mess once the egg finally gets to my belly.

I look at Stitch for a praise, to be called a good boy again. But he just holds another to my lips, pushing it into me again. His hand stays at the base until it's almost halfway down my neck, letting go before dragging his paw-pads against my insides. His paw is covered in a sheen of wetness, which he licks at and gulps, purring out happily at the taste. Egg after incredibly large egg travels down my throat.

Losing count after the fifth, my world becomes a series of eggs, being filled with the soft masses. I can barely register the weight growing inside me, let alone process the bliss it causes me. It's just a series of signals along my spine, registered by instincts alone. But soon enough, I'm on my back, given a long enough brake for me to finally come back to myself. I look over to Stitch, finding by another five eggs, were those the last of the batch? Or did he pull them out while I was 'distracted'?

"I'm... so full." I manage to say, slowly getting up onto all fours. My midsection weighs my down, keeping my focus on the alien. "Stitch... I don't think I can take any more."

`He shakes his head as he moves to me, jumping up to my chin to bring my head back down to the ground. "Stay."

I'm in no position to deny his whim, so when he picks up another egg and brings it to my mouth, I just open up again. He's a little slower this time, but he's still persistent. The mass moves down my throat, and shifts the masses already in me, as my body tries to make space. I don't know how many more I can take, but it doesn't matter to Stitch, who gets another. My stomach gurgles and shifts within me, while I just do my best not to burst.

The last one provides the most difficult experience, to the point that it sticks inside the middle of my throat. I try and gulp it down, but it's definitely stuck in there. Stitch moves to my neck and begins to massage my scales, helping me in getting it down my gullet. Once it passes my collar bone, it gets easier to bring down, gasping slightly once it clears my lungs. My eyes flicker slightly, focusing onto Stitch, my mind is as sluggish as my body.

"Stitch... I'm so full..." I groan out, gulping as I look down at my belly, finding it stretched around the mass of eggs. "How the...? How can I... fit so many eggs in me?"

Stitch pats my nose before kissing it. "Good slut."

"I don't think that being a slut makes me extra stretchy... but it helps, I think."

The alien moves around the gurgling mass, going to my mostly unnoticed cock, his fingers sending jolts through my body. When the fuck did I get so sensitive? But my question is somewhat answered when Stitch returns with a paw covered in cum, licking it off his slick fur.

"Mmm, tasty."

I groan out and shift softly, getting a smear of my own seed across my nose. "Fuck, when did I cum? I didn't even feel it..."

"Fifth egg, then twelve." Stitch answers me, smearing some of my own cum along my nose.

"Mmm, I think I should return the favour." I sniff the thick liquid and moan out, licking it up after a little as I look at Stitch's stiff length. It's six inches long, looking impressive on his small frame, with small nubs and bumps along his shaft. Honestly, those little add-ons just make it look really fucking tasty. "Wanna fertilise my eggs, baby?"

He smiles down at me, his paw going to my lips to finger them softly. I open my maw in response, knowing exactly what he wants. With a chuckle, he moves his tip just an inch in front of me, letting me do the hard work. Grunting with exertion, I drag my overstuffed belly forward enough to let me engulf the alien's length. The salty taste of his cock and sweat hits my taste buds, and I push even more, wanting to get an even deeper taste.

Stitch moans out as I take his length, feeling it just barely hitting the back of my throat. My tongue runs along the underside, gathering up the semi-dried up pre-cum that coats his shaft. It tastes deep, and unbelievably good! I go to collect even more from the throbbing cock. Moving back and forth, I drag my lips along him, gazing up at him as I do so.

I try to gauge his response; the twitch of his thigh, the depth of his breath, the amount of pre-cum that pours out from his tip. Everything seems to show he's getting somewhat close, but he's not going to boil over just yet. I'm going to make sure he lasts as long as he can, the love is in the buildup, not just the orgasm. The end is just the last, delicious lick of honey, but every lick before is as important, if not more so.

"Oh yeah..." Stitch purrs, licking his lips before giving my head a soft pet.

I smile back up at him, at least, as much as I can while my mouth is full. Nosing his crotch fur softly, I take in his scent. It's thick and oh so musky, reminding me of some of the unicorns I've 'mated' with. The lingering scents of previous mates still on his fur, almost as if he made sure not to clean this part of him, or imply he just gets that many mates. I... I like the latter one more, it makes me feel a little better.

Moving a paw up to his balls, I cup them and massage them softly, moving them between my fingers. This makes the alien moan out, petting me even more, hearing a small 'good boy' under his breath. My other front paw goes to his behind, gripping his cheek before running a digit along his cleft. Pushing a little deeper, I find his right hole, swirling my finger around it. The skin is wrinkled and surprisingly soft, with a small amount of give to it.

Stitch looks into my eyes and bites his lower lip, his movements become shorter, a little more... twitchy-er? I don't think much of the descriptions, all I care about is his oncoming high, the building of need held within his tiny frame. Come on big boy, give me what I want! You're so close, I can feel it!

"J-Jake..." Stitch says, moaning out with pleasure.

The taste of his pre seems to deepen somewhat, getting a little thicker too. I tighten my lips around his cock, properly milking his length. Looking up at him, a small purr rumbles from the back of my throat, vibrating his shaft softly. Everything comes together; the weight of his balls in my paw, the taste of him that'll cling to my lips. It all builds to the moment I crave, the one he wants oh so badly.

"Gonna... gonna!"

He slams his hips against my lips, and his balls slap along the tip of my chin. They pull up in my grip, shooting seed up and along his length, given a helping hand by my tongue, running along the small bulge his jizz causes. I relax my throat in preparation, stopping in waiting for the 'fireworks'. When it reaches his tip, it shoots against the back of my maw, making me thankful I lost most of my gag reflex after my first unicorn. Each shot runs down my gullet with ease, gulping down each drop of his seed.

His seed has a strong, sweet taste to it, unlike most of the other males I've taken down my maw. It makes me crave his cum even more, moving my maw back and forth again. I draw each shot of his thick seed from his tip, working for my jizz. With each slowing shot, Stitch's body relaxes for a moment. But this doesn't last long, before I feel his limbs twitch and jerk as I continue to work his cock. He's getting sensitive, really sensitive. And I plan on using this to my advantage, my full, sordid, lewd advantage.

"Jake! I... I!" He can barely even talk, despite his already limited vocabulary.

I suck his length, slow and steady at first, but quickening up as he squeezes my horns, trying his 'best' to stop me from milking his over-sensitive cock. But it doesn't stop me, nothing could stop me from getting every drop of his essence. I'm a thirsty little dragon with a big stomach, and I'm not stopping until I get my fill. Getting onto my feet with a groan, I push the alien back against one of the palm trees. He's trapped right where I want him, so cute and at my mercy.

I look up at him again, my eyes big and as innocent as I can get them, meeting his gaze. As much as I love being a submissive dragon, for once, I'm going to take what I want from him, and he's going to love every second.