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Planet B2753-EXO-GX5 Class 2 or Terra Arca Deux was not a particularly interesting planet. It could generally be considered the "suburbs" of the much more populated B2753-EXO-PX2 Class 1 nearby which was a large commercial hub for the sector. But just like any society, the wealthiest of the bunch decided that living on the same planet as the commercial continent is too "noisy" and that a nearby planet would be more suitable.

Terra Arca Deux was the solution, with its moderate atmosphere and sandy beach vistas, it was the perfect place to spend too much money on your residential dome. The planet itself had been terraformed to have just enough atmosphere to keep the RealWater™ oceans from evaporating, the residents from getting cancer from nearby star radiation, and people dying from lack of air. You'd still struggle to breath for about an hour and eventually pass out, but it was still a vast improvement from asphyxiating and it was rare that a medical team couldn't get to you by then anyways.

The inhabitants live in sprawling networks of sealed hubs, dotting the planet in glistening clusters of diamonds, octagons, and other shapes indicative of jewelry. Inside are equally lavish homes, gyms, malls, parks, and everything else a utopian establishment might want, filled with beautiful greens and designer-crafted rivers. But of course, like any wealthy neighborhood the clusters are governed by Dome Owner Associations, acting as pseudo governments while private security, private medical staff, cater to the whims and protection of their wealthy clientele.

Outside these glistening domes of superficial perfection there were few things. Large veins of conduit traveled the surface, pumping power, information and resources, only broken up by the occasional maintenance structure. Sandy beaches of dark grey sand flanking the RealWater ™ oceans provide serene, if not downright boring vistas, while the majority of the planet's surface was a craggy grey collection of rocks, fields, and boulders, left only to be traversed by the maintenance staff who would regularly be tasked with monitoring said domes. From the outside, of course.

Security and maintenance were well paid positions on luxurious planets like Terra Arca Deux but that didn't translate into lavish working experiences. These small, dug-in living and working spaces had just enough creature comforts to make them bearable, but it was by no means a premium experience. With function over design, most maintenance dwellings were little more than a kitchen, bunkroom, communications/VR, and a large multi-purpose space to connect it all together. Still, it is enough to keep the staff from turning over and the systems reliable, despite them living in semi-isolated, separated habitats scattered around the planet.

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With clientele that were always interested in finding newer, more reliable, more advanced, and ultimately, cheaper systems for maintenance, it resulted in an influx of technologies to these smaller outposts as well as fresh blood interested in them. This exact kind of job posting is what led Calax to Terra Arca Deux. The promise of exciting new technologies, stable work environments, and strong pay would be hard for any creature to resist and it was no different for him.

Having already touched down on his transport and received his new work assignment from the Dome Owners Association Management (DOAM), along with access to training sims and more, the red scaled dragon sat about the autonomous surface transport as it steadily buzzed across the thin atmosphere. Sitting comfortably in a pair of grey sweat pants and an equally nondescript new employee jacket which was dark grey (DOAM calls it Arca II Slate), he watched the grey terrain slide by out of the window with a small sense of trepidation. The excited anticipation had long since dissipated, now all that was left was an eager nervousness. After all, he knew it wasn't the most exciting job in the galaxy, or even the most social one, but it certainly checked all the right boxes regardless.

He idly bounced his leg, hoping the distance from masses of people felt more like solitude and less like isolation. Though he knew he wouldn't be completely isolated.

He flicked a pair of fingers over the small glass device in his hand, gripping the small base, the device blipped to life and with a few deft flicks of his fingers, he pulled open the document detailing his new roommate, coworker, manager, and "handler". It was widely accepted that in order for staff to be working in any sort of unsurvivable atmosphere, they required another staff member to monitor them. Unsurprisingly, it was also found that staff needed an actual, physical partner to maintain acceptable levels of sanity the rest of the time, and it just so turned out that the minimum number to maintain that was one.

Supposedly they had been "matched to ensure a comfortable, amicable, and supportive work environment", but despite that he'd never actually met or exchanged any information...

He gazed down, realizing he was idly staring at his coworker's face. He flicked a hand to scroll back to the top of the profile. His name was "Zendee", his credentials showed he was a rather long time employee. There was a tiny blurb about his allergies, and any other "critical safety information" but it was empty. Otherwise, there was a low quality headshot.

He was obviously a steel grey draconid too with a particularly angular snout adorned with lines of silver nubs that traveled the length of his snout. Calax squinted a little, trying to figure out for the umpteenth time, whether the nubs were piercings, or just part of his body. With a slight shake of his head he sat back, maybe Zendee had some more xenomorph blood, maybe he just had a thing for body piercings. Without anything new to review, he tapped his device asleep and tucked it back into his jacket, letting out a long breath to calm his slight nerves, he returned his eyes to the grey visual static of terrain whipping by.

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The transport gradually slowed with a soft bong. Drawing Calax out of his zoned out state as the ground slowly rose up and met the underside of the transport with a soft thump. Familiar with hazardous environs, Calax reached down to the backpack resting on the floor between his feet and retrieved a clear mask off the side. He pulled it over his snout and gave it a tap before it sealed to his face with a soft beep. Breathing normally and without missing a beat, he grasped the handle to the door which started the cabin depressurizing, and a moment later another painfully pleasant 'bong' indicated it was now safe to exit into the hazardous atmosphere.

His paws crunched dully on the rocky ground as he stepped down from the transportation, and laid eyes on his new "home". Though truthfully it wasn't anything to look at, and he shouldered his bag before stepping towards the structure. Amongst the rather featureless grey ground, there was a strange building, seemingly half sunk below ground-level, it was an amalgamation of grey rounded squares. The only features were a door, with a currently opaque window on it, a half a meter diameter pipe out the side that quickly vanished into the ground, and a fenced basket looking area on the roof, which was likely the supply pad.

Calax had barely taken three steps when the transport door pulled closed and automatically lifted off back to base, hitting the dragon with a powerful blast of air that only urged him towards the small building while making him painfully aware of the isolation. Within moments the transport was gone and he was upon the door, unsure of any sort of courtesy he gave the door a testing knock, and nearly immediately a small engraved square lit up. He pulled out his communication device and brought it up to the square, which flickered for a moment before the door slid straight downwards with a hissing swoosh.

He stepped inside the airlock, which was another familiar sight of brushed steel walls, grated floor, and various nozzles. After the appropriate whooshing of pressurization, he was let into the base proper and casually reached up to pull his mask off.

He took a steady breath and his snout filled with the scent of another male, nothing too abrasive, but it definitely smelled like someone else was living here. He gazed around the simple square room for the culprit, but it wasn't particularly large. With a single table in one corner adorned by a comfortable, if simple, pair of chairs, a couple of huge, person-sized locker/cabinet/things in another corner, and nothing more. The walls were clearly panels for storage, only broken up by three doors.

To the right was an open door to what looked like the operations office and VR communications, though the lights were off. Directly forward was a closed door, and off to the right was an even smaller room that seemed to function as a kitchen or dining area since there was clearly a countertop and a food replicating device of some kind. Nothing terribly surprising.

Calax shrugged and moved towards the table, offloading his backpack onto one of the chairs before a soft set of thumps from beyond the closed door drew his attention to the closed door and with a thrumming rumble it slid open. He turned to the door, and was caught severely off guard as his coworker stood naked as the day he hatched, though Calax couldn't be sure if he even was the sort of creature to be hatched.

His coworker seemed like a draconid at first, but it was tough not to notice all the differences he seemed to possess. Loosely described as a rather large example of a draconid anthropomorphic, he had thick, muscular digitigrade legs, with strong matching arms. His body was covered in steel grey scales, with a lighter, almost glistening silver underbelly. The coloration was something Calax had never seen before, but along with that were strange, organic "channels'' that traveled right down his sternum, before branching out, almost like seams along his silver underside. The channels branched and broke up his scales and looked like strange purple veins, but they didn't follow any biology that Calax recognized. The veins seemed to steadily pulse a soft glow of purple, but as his chest rose and fell the strange markings swelled and contracted.

They were extremely distracting, Calax eyes quickly followed the purple glowing network down to between his legs where his breeding tool dangled just as casually on top of a pair of fat orbs.

Wait...

Calax's eyes grew wider as he realized it was two-pairs of fat nuts! The four hefty orbs hanging penduously While above would be a normal slit on a dracanoid, it seemed almost superfluous on this male where his tube of cock flesh hung from a spread pair of purple slit lips, even soft never retreating into his body. The shaft itself was only describable as intimidating with the same silver nubs traveling along the top of the shaft, terminating in a cock head that not only had multiple ridges, but the same silver nubs along each ridge of glans. Even in its un-erect state, the breeding instrument was intimidating.

Calax couldn't help but stare, and he swore he could see thick purple veins pulsing just below the dark grey flesh. A twitch of the flesh is actually what made him realize he was staring and his head snapped up to the face of his coworker. Glad that his own pants were a nice loose material he flushed as he stammered for a moment,

"O-oh uh! H-Hi!" He squeeked,

The muscular male stepped forward and outstretched a hand and a smirk on his pearly white teeth, not bothering to cover himself up in any fashion.

"You must be the new guy, Calaz, right? Zendee." He said, his voice a deep rumble that filled the tight room,

Quick to get himself sorted, Calax quickly grasped the hand for a firm shake, "It's Calax actually. And uh, it's nice to meet you.... Um... is this standard work attire?" He asked with another slight flush and a slightly awkward laugh.

"No, it's not, but there isn't anything else to wear besides our engineering suit and I try not to wear that as much as possible." He responded, taking a few steps forward while Calax stepped back, the larger male walking through the small space like he'd been living there for weeks.

"Engineering suit? For outside?"

"Yeah, it's some new tech thing. We're supposed to wear it all the time..." He said before flopping down into the only other unoccupied chair, sitting with his legs rather... spread apart.

"It's supposed to provide AI monitoring, haptic feedback, communications, protection... all that stuff. It's the only thing we're allowed to wear on the job."

"They don't care if you take it off?"

"Nah, no one's monitoring our suits, just me. Everything else is for "analytics" probably getting sold off-world or something." He said dismissively, "You should probably strip down and get it on though." He added, almost a little too fast.

"Oh, we don't have a uniform or something?" Calax asked, feeling another wave of heat on his cheeks as he kept his snout pointed anywhere that wasn't the large, nude, xeno-dragon nearby.

"That is the uniform. It's either that or naked when off duty, but since you're technically on duty..." He insinuated with a little flick of his fingers, indicating Calax to get out of his clothes.

Calax couldn't help but notice out of the corner of his eye, Zendee reaching down to scratch his low hanging orbs. But he pretended not to notice. That or the slight up-tick in masculine musk in the smaller room.

"Oh uh, ok." He said rather dubiously, looking over towards the pair of booths. "In there?"

"Yep."

Calax stepped over to the locker, which despite it's flat grey surface, a display of words started to appear on it.

"DISROBE & ENTER" Glowed menacingly, before a handprint appeared below it with his name gently glowing below.

"Uh... can I take it to the bathroom."

"Nope. It doesn't move."

"Do I have to be completely naked?"

"Yep. It will dissolve your clothes if you leave it on."

There was a pause as Calax stared at the slowly pulsing text,

"Can you let me change in... private?" He asked, looking over his shoulder,

"Nope." The grey male looked ever so slightly amused, but that seemed to be slipping away as Calax continued to try to avoid changing in front of him.

"What?! Why-"

"Look, Calax. We're gonna be living in these tiny little boxes together, yeah? You're gonna need to get used to it. I'm responsible for your safety on your jobs, and you better believe the readouts I get from your suit will show me your dick size."

"What the hell! B-but can't-" Calax began

"No. Do you want the job or not?" Asked the male with a slight, exasperated growl to the edge of his voice.

The slender dragon stared at the other male, a short battle of resolve taking place before he sighed and looked back at the grey metal closet. His and Zendee's lockers were the same shape, but Zendee would be barely able to fit inside his, and Calax would still be snug inside the device. He gulped as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down, cresting over his rear as he turned a little more into the corner, as though trying to hide.

Though in a final attempt, he looked back over his shoulder, seeing those piercing purple eyes on him.

"C-can you at least not watch me? I don't know how-" He started, but was quickly cut off as the other male suddenly stood.

"You really care that much, huh? Even though in a few minutes I'm going to be able to measure the diameter of your tail hole? Fine. Get changed. We've got some tasks in a few hours and I want you to get used to the outfit..." He trailed off as he stepped out of Calax's sight into the bedroom.

Calax was still silent, letting out a slow, somewhat frustrated sigh. He hoped his co-worker wasn't always so invasive or crass. There's no way any fitted engineering outfit would contain sensors like that anyways.

"Perv..." He growled softly, not particularly concerned about being overheard as he pushed his pants down, dropping them in a pool around his ankles before unzipping his jacket and tossing it in the same pile. Following that he whipped off his shirt and gave a little shiver. It wasn't cold, but he hadn't expected to feel quite so exposed and quite so soon.

Delaying wasn't going to make this any easier, he thought, and with that he gingerly placed his hand on the glowing pad. It took only a second for it to make a confirmed beep and for a heavy sounding lock to disengage as the door to the cabinet popped ajar. The dragon hooked a claw around the door and slowly pulled it open, unsure what to expect, since having a personal dressing closet was already so weird.

Inside the dim cabinet a pair of clean white lights glowed from the upper corners, illuminating the entire inside which was fairly dull on the inside. There was a vague outline of a humanoid, indicating the user to stand inside, though that's all there is room for anyone to do inside anyways. Calax dragged his eyes dubiously up and down the sides, where there was a small constellation of holes, almost looking like decontamination nozzles along the sides of the space. He pulled the door open and looked at the back where a small black screen lay dormant about height level and about midway down there was an internal handle.

With a shrug and a sigh, Calax hooked his toe claws into the backs of his shoes and stepped right into the small cabinet before realizing that it might be kinda tricky to turn around inside of, and with a silently embarrassed rise to his cheeks, stepped backwards out of the box, turned around and stepped backwards this time into the cabinet before grabbing the handle and pulling it closed.

Once the door closed, the screen immediately flickered on. In the near perfect dark the screen's advanced glow seemed to emanate out of nowhere, and to Calax's eyes so close to the screen the images were projected into a 3d space before him.

As if to accentuate the simulated volume, a 3d logo rotated before him, "OZX Management - Security, Personnel, Energy" and then it went on with their mission statement and plenty more corporate mastrubatory literature. Calax sighed and rolled his eyes, gently thumping his fist against the door, trying to make whatever it was go any semblance of faster. Standing in a tiny box was not exactly comfortable, especially as he leaned back and found that despite the box being made for a humanoid, it wasn't padded in any fashion and was mostly uncomfortable.

So Calax did his best, bending his knees until they awkwardly jammed against the door and his back rested against the flat surface behind him. His thoughts drifted as corporate platitudes rolled by, explaining the systems on the planet he would be responsible for in detail, however, he'd already watched most of the program when he signed onto the job. Though this video did contain some extra information.

It started by going over the contents of the conduits along the planet... again. A mixture of nanites, conductive particles, capacitive particles, and insulative organic gel that formed a thick black sludge. It proceeded to explain all the applications of such a mixture... again. Allowing for the transport of information, energy, matter through a single conduit. Then it started to detail the various systems... exchangers... and on and on.

Calax sighed heavily, trapped in an uncomfortable little box, the on-boarding video felt like hours compared to the minutes it felt like last time.

Letting his mind drift again, though only for a few minutes, the screen eventually flickered as it swapped between videos.

CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR NEW POSITION [CALAX].

IN ORDER TO PROVIDE YOU WITH THE MOST COMFORTABLE, SECURE, & SAFE WORKING ENVIRONMENT ON Terra Arca Deux YOU WILL BE OUTFITTED WITH THE LATEST IN HAZARDOUS ENVIRONMENT ENGINEERING OUTFIT. PLEASE STAND BY AND REMAIN CALM WHILE THE UNIFORM IS DISPENSED.

"Dispensed?" Asked Calax aloud,

Smooth jazz started to emanate from somewhere, though it was low quality and it barely managed to cover the soft hissing sound that filled the tiny compartment. And what felt like warm air rushing through the space between Calax's legs, the sudden sensation made him jump with a sharp yelp. Though he couldn't really escape the sensation, he did bump the end of his snout against the screen.

With a soft frustrated whine and a sore nose, he stood up and decided to let whatever was going to "dispense" to it's business. The warmth grew between his legs, at first it felt like currents of warm air, tickling his scales, and rather distractingly, blowing across his genital slit. He let out a soft sigh of a moan, spreading his legs a little as the air in the cabinet grew warmer and filled ever so slightly with his musk.

The strange warming bath and soft music was interrupted suddenly by a thick sputtering sound as the warm air seemed to get plugged from the nozzles surrounding him. He felt droplets of something very warm and gooey splattering against his legs, arms and sides as the nozzles stopped pumping air and after a moment of weird sputtering, began to spray something thick and warm along his sides with a steady hum.

It was still fairly pleasant, like a strange warm goo that at first seemed to ooze down his hands and legs, before on the screen before him gently pulsed a message.

PERFORMING PHASE ONE BIO-COAT...

The heavy goo was still dripping down from his hands at his sides for a moment before it stopped moving on his body. No longer runny, or dripping he could feel the thick, warm, ooze spread out along his scales, with a tickling, numbing sensation as his scales were coated and cut off from the air. He could only groan softly as the ooze spread out along his legs first, like warm hands sliding down his thighs, and up along his arms it crept and much to his dismay it began to coat his bulging slit.

While pleasantly warm against his scales, it was hot against his slit, and he sucked in a breath as the hot fluid slid sensually along his vent and simultaneously between his legs. Ripples of pleasure made him squirm as the warm slime coated his tailhole and he could feel it starting to make its way up his spine and along his front. It was impossible to ignore how good it felt, as he was slowly coated in warm, slick ooze, and instead of fighting the sensation he let his own proclivities get the better of him.

With a sighing moan he gave into the pleasure as his shaft began to slide free of his vent. At first it almost seemed to be trapped under the spreading liquid, but like a bubble bursting, the fluid suddenly tightened like a vacuum seal and the dragon groaned in pleasure as strange, tickling pleasure slid across his shaft. His knees bumped against the walls of the locker as he tried to spread them more, rattling the compartment as he felt the fluid squelch into his slit, like slim tongues snaking into his most sensitive depths he could only groan as it seeped into his body, coating every inch of his shaft as it continued coating up to his neck.

PHASE ONE BIO-COAT COMPLETE.

PERFORMING PHASE TWO OPERATOR FITTING...

He only saw it flash for a moment before suddenly the suit grew much tighter, making him draw a sharp breath as it gave him a firm hug and he became acutely aware of the suit, sinking into every cavern and crease along his body. Especially when it pushed deeper into his slit, the same soft pressure along his body pushing around the base of his cock was only a warning to come. With a sharp yelp he could feel the ooze squeeze his cock tip before it started to slide a straw sized tendril right into his stiff shaft. he could feel the tendril worming down his urethra as it slid down along his shaft before vanishing from sensation, it went deeper and deeper into his bladder and testicals. Despite not having the correct nerves in the places the suit had gone, he could feel the fullness inside his body from the intruder. His bladder felt... full, but he didn't feel the need to piss. His internal balls felt heavy, but didn't come with their normal aching heat of being full. There was just a dull sensation of presence inside his crotch that made him squirm a little. The sensation's dullness vanished suddenly, interrupted as his ass hole was suddenly invaded and stretched open, making stars dance in his vision as the locker plunged hot slime into his depths.

He panted and moaned in the tight confines, finding his arms, stiff in their "sleeves", as he tried to reach for his length. Already aroused from the sensation of his body being coated, arms tried to move to his shaft. He groaned, wanted to paw off so bad as his tailhole was stretched and a steady warm appendage of goo traveled deeper into his body. He let out a loud, unrestrained moan as the warm, thick ooze pushed into his colon. Reduced to heated whimpers and he could feel heat spreading inside his lower body as the suit seemed intent on mapping his guts, and errant gurgles of his stomach only confirmed how deep it continued to go.

PHASE TWO OPERATOR FITTING COMPLETE.

PERFORMING PHASE THREE DERMAL PROTECTION...

A fresh horny groan spilled from Calax's lips as the squirming deep inside his stomach and the slow stretch of his tailhole paused for the moment. The sensation of suit squeezing and kneading his body paused too, adding to the unsatisfied sensation and surely leaving his shaft drooling if it wasn't plugged by the strange suit already. His arms were stiff in their coating, but even in the tight confines he wouldn't have been able to get himself off as he frustratedly huffed and humped against the small locker's door.

As if sensing his desperation, the sensations in his crotch, and the slight pleasure he was getting from simply rubbing his coated cock against the wall was soon taken away from him. It was difficult to tell in the darkness, but he felt himself growing "thicker". It was a particularly odd sensation as a harder, thicker layer of a hard, rubber, plastic grew in sheets along his arms, legs, and across his crotch and front. Soon his crotch was gently clacking against the front of the locker as his still firm shaft was trapped under a cup-like plate designed to protect the wearer.

Calax whined frustratedly, only protected from his own pleasure as he squirmed. The suit remained frustratingly comfortable and sensationless, offering barely any pleasure to the horny male as he humped at the wall before him. The suit's plating only giving him the sensation of pressure without any friction as he humped his crotch plate against the wall. He even twisted and rocked his hips, trying to work the strange appendage still buried in his tailhole, but that had about as much rigidity as an overcooked pasta noodle now and did little to stimulate him there either. There was still a pervasive sensation of being full and plugged from nearly every conceivable orifice below the neck, but that wasn't enough to get him any closer to orgasm.

Even if it was just enough to keep him from getting any less horny.

PHASE THREE DERMAL PROTECTION COMPLETE.

YOUR SUIT IS IN "FIELD" MODE

YOU ARE NOW READY TO SAFELY AND COMFORTABLY PERFORM MAINTENANCE ON [THIS PLANETOID]'S SYSTEMS. THE SUIT REQUIRES NO MAINTENANCE AND DOES NOT NEED TO BE REMOVED. PLEASE READ THE HELP MANUAL FOR ANY ADDITIONAL QUESTIONS.

** UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD YOU LET THE SUIT SYSTEM TOUCH OPEN WOUNDS OR INTERACT WITH YOUR BLOODSTREAM. USE EMERGENCY SUIT DISABLE IN CASE OF EXPOSURE **

HAVE A NICE DAY.

The message flashed on screen as Calax groaned and leaned his forehead forward, panting softly as he waited for the locker's tourture to be over. And after a few moments longer, and as unceremoniously as possible, there was a heavy locking Thunk of the door disengaging. Calax fell right out of the locker, as the door clanged open. The dermal armor immediately offered it's prescribed protection as his knees harmlessly banged onto the floor and he caught himself on his gloved, glossy black paws.

The normally red dragon sat up, lifting his arms up to see what exactly had been done to himself as he marvelled over the skin tight, black coating. The once-liquid coating now seemed even stranger as he caught the reflection of the light off his arms. In a particular reflection, he could just barely make out the color of his naked body through the thin coating, which made him shiver from how barely naked he seemed. But most of his body was still covered in centimeter thick grey plates that obscured his near nudity with body-hugging smooth panels. Despite the panels stiffness, there was the perfect amount of space between the individual panels to give him near perfect motor control, while likely preventing any dangerous bending.

He gazed at the impressive body suit a moment longer, noticing how it looked more like a strange layer of dark, smokey, resin. In normal light the material gained most of its opaque-ness from the tiny particles suspended inside the dark coating, making the black gel appear almost matte. His fascination with the gel-like layer was almost enough to distract him from how ragingly horny the whole process had been, and a dull throb from his crotch made him bring his hands down between his legs, grinding his palms fruitlessly against the grey cup there.

A shift of movement caught his eyes, suddenly making him realize he wasn't alone, he shot up and clasped his hands over his crotch. His coworker sat in the exact place he had been before, a shit-eating grin plastered on his snout, his legs spread, and his right hand cupping his exposed cock head. His fingers tugged and played with the loose flesh there, but despite that he was still mostly soft, yet leaking steadily onto the metal floor.

"Worked up?" He asked with a knowing chuckle.

Calax cheeks flushed almost painfully hard. He wondered just how much Zendee could hear about what transpired inside the locker, though as if to answer the male scooted his chair towards Calax and spread his legs wider, clearly inviting the other dragon.

"You're kinda a slut." He stated with enough bite that Calax felt like it was a slap across the cheeks. But despite the biting comment, his hand kept stroking his slowly inflating cock head, a thumb continued smearing his slippery precum into the silver and purple flesh. Both a little stunned from the bluntness and the sight of this male continuing to stroking himself to hardness, Calax could do little more than look away with embarrassment, even as his hands kept grinding into his crotch plate, still trying to milk out any pleasure.

"No words, huh?" He said, scooting his chair once more closer and taking his small hand-held off the nearby table before turning it around to show Calax.

On screen Calax could see a simplified cross section of himself clearly depicting his shaft trapped between the plating around his crotch and his stomach, the flexible length of gel inserted under his tail, and the twists and curls of his "mapped" internals, down to the shape of his internal testicals.

"What..." Calax managed, the sight was a little dizzying, especially when a pair of Zendee's fingers panned the image closer to his crotch, giving him an understanding of exactly how much detail the alien dragon could read from his body. Calax stared wide eyed, moving his hand off his crotch as he reached up to the device, only to have Zendee pull it away.

"You want to cum?" He asked with a lusty growl,

"Suck my dick and I'll let you cum." He said with a grin, making the slowly thickening shaft jump right before Calax's face. The ribbed, nubbed, and purple flesh pulsed powerfully, plumping visibly and growing tall like a spire as if on command by the alien dragon, who only seemed bigger from Calax's place on the ground.

There was a long pause from the red dragon, fighting back his horny thoughts with the new predicament he now found himself in. He watched the fat, alien shaft rise before him lined with nubs and silver flesh that made his mouth water and his tailhole quiver. But ultimately, Zendee wasn't wrong, and Calax crawled forward, never looking up into the smug dragon's eyes as he pushed his snout into the base of the cock and dutifully dragged his tongue from the lips of the purple slit all the way down the aggressive ribbed length till his muzzle was kissing the first plump glans.

Any resistance Calax still had was gone in that single lick along the shaft. His maw watered at the heavy taste of male scent, and something about the pungent yet alien scent made his head swim more than musk usually did to him. Enough so that he didn't even notice the saliva dripping down his chin as he curled his tongue out around the fat shaft, taking a few long laps along the ladder of silver fleshy nubs along the bottom that earned a shiver from both of them. His lips finally leaving the cock head as he began to slowly descend along the stiff pole, softly slurping as he accepted the breeding shaft down his maw.

Zendee huffed, his broad purple chest rising and falling quickly as he leaned his head back and grunted with each steady slurp along his shaft. The slippery dragon tongue caught along his sensitive nubs and slithered behind his cock head so deliciously it was hard not to orgasm. His hips would jerk and twist, mercilessly jamming his thick cock head into the back of Calax's throat. A large paw clamped down on the back of his head, fingers curled into his white mane and claws dug into his scalp as Zendee sat up and mashed his hips forward. At first his fat shaft met resistance as his cock plugged the dragon's throat, digging rudely into the back of his throat. Calax's eyes watered in pain as he tried to sit up a little more, angling himself slightly before that forceful breeding length stretched down his neck.

The slender dragon's throat visibly bulged as his tongue curled around the fat bulbs of growing knots along the purple alien's shaft. His eyes mesmerized by the brightly glowing flesh around Zendee's crotch, oblivious to the frantic manipulation he was doing on his hand held above him.

Calax's eyes opened wide as he felt the sensation around his cock grow stronger, no longer a slow, steady squeezing, stroking massage, but now it was a hungry, sucking, squeezing that made his tail arch in pleasure. It seemed that was the intention as he looked up and saw the bigger creature grin with dark lust before he clicked something with a finality on his device and tossed it aside. No sooner had he done that then calax felt the warmth around his tailhole grow hotter as his pucker was suddenly stretched by what felt like a thick rod inflating inside him.

Hands clamped over his head as Zendee grabbed his head by the mane and his horn, holding his snout jammed against his crotch as his muzzle filled with knots. His jaw ached as it was stretched but even that was no match to the pleasure of a male humping his maw and that shaft twitching powerfully as he felt seed gush right down his throat. Unable to do much more than squirm, he tried to wiggle and hump, the "rod" in his ass twitched in time with the shaft and in his haze it dawned on him that Zendee had "mirrored" his shaft buried deep in his ass. The sensation of both shafts twitching, pulsing, and his belly warming with fresh cum paired with the intense sensation over his own breeding tool was pushing him quickly past orgasm.

But even then, he humped and squirmed as he was pulled over into his own climax. He helplessly thrashed against the ground as the slurping, sucking sensation along his shaft made his internal balls clench till they ached. He couldn't even really tell if his shaft was even emitting anything as his oversensitive length nearly went numb from the milking. His thrashing slowed, as his eyes watered from all the pleasure. His throat squeezed and tugged as he weakly gurgled under the hands holding onto his head, doing his best to swallow the thick alien semen, but as the male rocked his hips above, the hot seed caught and crept up into his maw and throat, squelched out of his nostrils as his head literally swam in the seed and that shaft kept his neck stretched and maw stretched open around the pair of bulb-knots at the base.

Eventually he was released and his maw ached as he pulled his head back, feeling like he nearly dislocated his jaw as he managed to squeeze the alien knots from his maw before the cock slid out of his throat with a huge hacking cough. He fell onto his side rather painlessly (thanks to his suit), rasping and hacking as thick globs of cum splattered on the ground. He barely noticed that Zendee had reached back to his hand held, and was mercifully turning down the mirad of settings on his suit. Calax panted and tried to recover as he lay limply on the ground, coughing occasionally, but mostly just feeling warm slime ooze down his face.

"Hoooh... fuck..." Growled Zendee above, turning off the torture to Calax's shaft, though it was still hidden under a thick dermal cup. The fat shaft buried in the limp dragon's tailhole softened, seemingly matching the state of its owner as Zendee leaned back in his chair, panting heavily too at such a powerful orgasm. Calax whined softly as his tailhole relaxed to a lesser tense state, still with the strange sensation of a long soft shaft buried inside him.

Zendee fiddled briefly with his device before he lifted a paw and firmly pressed his foot down onto Calax's crotch. The weakened male couldn't do much beyond groan from the pressure, but a soft squelching filled the room as he felt something hot ooze along his inner thighs, and he turned his head to look down as see his own seed squelching around the dermal plate on his crotch, thick beads of his white cum squelched out of the black material, like sweat perspiring on skin before Zendee removed his foot and stood.

Calax panted softly, laying on his side, with his maw hanging open while he panted. Cum drooled from his open lips, and hung off his snout like snot. A few white specks of the alien dragon's essence decorated his plated upper body while his crotch was a sticky white mess of cum that had squelched out from around his crotch plate and drooled down his plated, black legs.

"Heh, hope you enjoyed that. I'm not sure when I'll let you cum next. But if you want the plating to go away, you should probably read the manual." He said with a grin, and a lewd growl, knowing the full extent of Calax's own control over the suit the dragon had on.

"You'll probably want "Leasure" mode," he said as he stepped over Calax, returning to the bedroom as Calax planted his paws on the ground and began to pull himself up, noticing the small, screen like panel on his inner right arm with a little button that read "mode: Field [1]" on it smeared with alien semen.