Stitched
The crate arrived early that morning under a cloudy sky. The truck driver waited hardly a minute before the door was flung wide open. Standing there in a dirty, tattered lab coat was a lean male dragon, his silver scales dull from lack of sunlight, making the black stripes on his arms and legs stand out further.
"FINALLY, you imbeciles took your sweet god-forsaken time!" He growled.
The tiger rolled his eyes and held out the little console. "Yea yea, just sign."
The crazy-eyed dragon quickly made a scribble on the little LCD screen and grabbed the rope handle of the wooden crate, dragging it in. The tiger blinked, the short lean male showing a surprising strength for his size. He shrugged and went back to his truck.
Meanwhile the silver scientist pulled the crate down a flight of stairs, impatiently sliding it into the basement floor. With a rusted crowbar he wrested the top open, flinging it excitedly to the side, knocking over a box of broken glass. As the shards scattered across the floor, the dull scaled male carefully pulled out a metal case from the crate, setting it on a table. He lifted a small cover to reveal a numbered keypad, and quickly punched in a code.
There was a >beeprocodile hybrid, the thin webbing between the toes showing. A bit of wear remained there, the previous owner a baseball player. The groin, torso, and head from a wild bipedal dragon, dragged from his tribe in the steaming jungles of the amazon and bled to death from a gunshot wound. The Scientist had preserved the body, repaired it, shipped it back to his basement lab, where he attached the other parts.
The scientist grinned, patting his creature's chest. "Soon, my son, soon." He murmured a few things about revenge and strangling, all the while his fingers worked. He swiftly attached the brain, nerve endings fitting perfectly, and sealed the skull. Plugging chords into vital places, the strapped down the dead monster, and slid on a thick pair of goggles.
He slipped behind a radiation-proof plate of metal, and threw a switch. At once the house lights flickered, the machines whirring angrily, the chords plugged into the body lighting up with pure energy. The corpse twitched and shuddered, convulsing as fresh electric current ran through the nerves, the heart forced to beat, pumping pints of fresh blood through the cold veins. Slowly it warmed, and after nearly ten full minutes, the scientist heard the sound of life. The creature gasped, sucking in lung-fulls of fresh air, coughing and growling as it shook and shuddered on the table. The scientist shouted in triumph and shut down the machines, pulling the plugs free of the groaning monster. He suddenly paused, blinking, seeing the creature's huge black member standing erect, throbbing intensely. "Fresh blood flow... to every vessel I suppose." He laughed with mirth and waited a moment before injecting a bit of sedative into the creature. It lay there, calming, its heart beat slowing, the proud, wild cock stood tall in response to the new stimulus. The brain, freshly inserted, was the brain of a promising young student who had died of heart-related complications.
Slowly the scientist untied the bonds and almost cooed to his creation, "Rise, my son. Can you get up?" Achingly, the big male sat up, and stood with the help of the scientist. "Yes
my son, don't be nervous now." The smell of the huge male, the massive log of flesh in front of him was somewhat arousing, the silver dragon's pants tightening. He ignored it, gazing up at his creation which stood nearly a foot and a half higher than he, making him feel child-like.
The male groaned, hands rubbing the sore scars, nose sniffing as his eyes focused, looking with confusion at the blinking machines. "Speak, son- can you speak? Are your vocal cords feeling alright?"
The huge reptile glanced down at the smaller silver dragon in front of him, and let out an agitated hiss, long glistening teeth bared. The scientist jumped. "N-now now, it's alright, you're safe here."
The creature bellowed, chest puffed angrily. He swiped with wicked claws, and the nimble scientist barely managed to dodge the attack. "Boy! What's wrong with you??" A machine buzzed suddenly, and the creature snapped around and snarled in annoyance, fists slamming into the console. The machine fell into a smoking shattered heap.
The scientist gulped and dug into the open brain-case, pulling out a card, reading quickly: "Specimen 31a- FERAL DRAGON, GREEN MALE." The scientist gasped in horror, dropping the card.
The stitched monster howling in anger, confusion, but above all, hunger. Slowly he turned, green eyes flashing as he saw the weaker creature. The scientist stiffened and leaped away just as the seven foot monster lunged, claws gouging shards of metal from another machine.
Dr. Tank screamed and ran upstairs full tilt, coat fluttering wildly. He had to get the tranquilizers! It would take some time but he could still fix this mistake! He grunted in horror as he felt a heavy body land on his back, knocking the breath out of him. The creature had followed and pounced upon him with a single bound, claws digging into the floor. The scientist whimpered with fear, the creature's thick cock grinding against him as dragon drool dripped onto his face.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. The creature looked up in agitation, and sniffed. Something he smelled caught his attention. Deep in his confused feral brain, something was triggered, a memory, a taste in his mouth. He sniffed again and remembered: predator, feline, tiger. His favorite meat. With a wicked grin he stalked to the door, sniffing. A voice called.
"Dr. Tank? Yea, you need to really sign this, my boss is kind of a dick... hello?"
The creature flung open the door and roared with triumph at the young male tiger below him. Before the cat could even scream the huge toothy jaws enveloped his head, dragging him into the house. Kicking and screaming with horror the tiger struggled, to no avail. The creature managed to dislocate his jaws like a python, shoving the tiger greedily into his mouth, clothes and all. There was no time to chew- he needed food NOW. The desperate, pathetic, vain squirm of the tiger brought back treasured memories of meals long passed, and the dragon gulped and swallowed, the stripped furred legs protruding from his mouth.
For a brief moment Dr Tank had watched in sick fascination before dashing to the closet and pulling out a long tranquilizer gun. He aimed and pulled the trigger, his heart pounding. It skipped a beat.
Click. No ammo.
"FUCK!" He shouted, dashing upstairs to his bedroom.
Meanwhile the dragon gulped and swallowed down the thick padded feet, purring in satisfaction, the heavy meal on the way to his stomach. His tight abs bulged, the feline feast still twitching inside him.
He sniffed- where did that other creature go? Now that hunger was sated, he wanted something else. His thinking was clearer now, but still a desire drove him. He pressed his nose to the carpeted stairs, smelling the doctor's feet. He followed the smell upstairs, down a narrow hall and into a large bedroom. He looked up to see the lab coated doctor pointing something. He tilted his head, eyes narrowed.
The silver shouted. "I-I'm sorry, son!" He fired, the long fuzzy dart sinking into the wide scaled chest.
The creature yelped at the sting, and pulled what he thought was a bee out of his flesh, dropping it to the ground. He felt dizzy for a brief moment, then hissed, licking his lips, realizing what he wanted.
The doctor snarled at his luck. "WHY did I buy DISCOUNT TRANQS!?" he threw the gun down and turned back to the tall dragon, now stalking towards him on all fours. "S-son please... don't..." He paused, blinking. The beast's belly was full, hanging below him. He wasn't hungry. A strange looked had glazed over the creature's eyes, and now the doctor could see the thick maleness bouncing eagerly between the muscled thighs. "Uh... oh...." he whimpered again.
The dragon lunged, the bed creaking loudly underneath them as he screamed and struggled. The dragon ripped and tore at the coverings, his teeth turning the trousers to shreds, revealing a glimmering ass and a small set of cock and balls. To the doctor's horror, his 'son' dug a wide draconic nose between his pale ass cheeks, sniffing and licking deeply, the wet warm tongue pushing at the pinkish hole there.
The dragon grunted with lust. It wasn't a pussy- but it was close enough. Warm and tight was all he needed. With his new hands he grabbed the black stripped legs, pulling them up and apart. The doctor screamed, his face red, and his cock... throbbing hard. The beast's ten inch flesh pole ground against his tail hole, tail lashing, his ass slick with saliva. The doctor let out a piercing scream of pain and disgusted pleasure as the wild feral cock rammed into him, awkwardly thrusting at first. The creature found himself chuckling. This thing sure as hell sounded like a female. And it was small too, easy to control. The pheromones pouring from it certainly were aroused- it wanted to mate.
And mate he did, thrusting and pounding, fat full balls aching for release. The silver doctor groaned and shuddered under him, his creation, his son, taking him like a bitch in heat, the massive cock shoved deep into his tight warm reddened tail hole. His pale toes clenched and flexed, ankles gripped tightly- he could do nothing as his rear yielded to his creature's lusts, the dragon's stitches bleeding a bit, still not fully healed at the skin level. He groaned in sick pleasure, trying to resist, but to no avail.
As the fat scrotum tensed and the cock in his rear jerked, releasing a flood of dragon cum, the silver doctor found himself enthralled in submissive orgasm, his stiff cock flinging cum onto his chest as face as his creation emptied out inside of him. He panted weakly in pain, but felt strangely satisfied. His ankles were released.
Whimpering, he pulled off, ass slurping wetly as the thick cock was pulled out. He tried to crawl away, making it off the bed and nearly to door. The dragon groaned, pausing, drunk with the ecstasy of climax still. He watched his little mate crawl away on all fours, tail raised painfully. His cock was starting to soften, but the sight of the wide cheeks, fresh cum dripping down between them, tail hole red and stretched was too much- he was stiff again in a few seconds. He walked on two legs to his knew mate, tail lashing around the silver ankle.
"N-no... please!" The doctor groaned again in pain as the creature knelt and slipped his cock back in, ramming hard and growling lustfully. there they mated long into the night, cum and sweat and urine wetting the floor. With every mating the doctor sank more and more to the submissive role, knowing he could never fight away from his creature's affections. this had all turned out so wrong. But somewhere, somehow, maybe it could be right...
As the doctor lay curled in the arms of the stitched dragon, his legs numb, ass sore, he began to think, and wonder where the children were kept in the morgue.
Mr. Sharp sat in his favorite couch, naked, thick cock lying across his thigh. Outside the rain pelted the windows, and it pleased him. The scars on his shoulders and hips were almost seamless now, though his scales remained their original tone. Months had passed since he had breathed in new life in the basement of Dr. Tank's home. The smaller silver dragon, a loving mate had eagerly implanted a small device in his feral brain, enabling him to learn the spoken word. The creature too the name of Sharp, liking the fierce connotation. Their relationship was strong and passionate, love -making sessions long and wild. He wouldn't trade it for the world. The brilliant silver had even used his 'magic' to make children.
He heard a squeal and a shout, and dashing into the den came two younglings. The tallest one giggled, blue fingerprint on his nose, chest and arms. His torso and right arm were blue-scaled, draconic. His left shoulder showed the thin scars of a stitching which held on the web-fingered arm of a gator boy. His legs, sewn at the waist and long ago healed nicely, were a pale green, somewhat like his 'father'. His right eye, vertically scarred, was discolored around the iris, and if one looked close enough, one could see the small optical camera embeded into the eye. His vision was incredible.
The second hatchling fluttered in after his 'brother'. He was shorter, fatter, his head and neck from a young horned lizard, torso and arms from a black dragon who had been born with functioning wings (these were from a young girl, but of course this would not be apparent until puberty). His legs were shorter, taken from a mottled-skinned monitor lizard. Both boys had been victims of a bus crash, a tragedy which took six lives, and created two new ones. the two hatchlings, hardly 6, were covered in fingerpaint.
Father gave a playful growl, and uttered in a guttural tone, "You boys play with paint again? Hahaha, silly hatchlings." He called for his mate. "Tank! hatchlings need bath time." From the kitchen stepped their 'mother'. 'She' was naked but for a pink apron.
Tank let out a girlish laugh. "Oh you two! come here now." She lifted both boys, setting him on her hips. She smiled happily. The doctor had never quite perfected the feminization serum (her member and sac remained, a small bulge under the apron), but the affect was apparent. Her pelvis had widened, chest swollen under the nipples- even granted her lactating ability. It warmed her heart to let her children (or husband) feed from her. She kept the house clean and food plenty, either fresh raw meat or cooked dishes, either of which her family happily gobbled down.
In the bathroom she ran the hot water, setting her boys down into the tub. As she laughed and splashed them, gently wiping off the paint, she let her fingers trace over the scars, the stitching having been flawless.
Long ago she had realized what her life work meant. It was not to defy god, not to push the limits of science- but to find happiness for herself. A loving mate. Two healthy young boys. This was what her genius brought her. After the 'birth' of her boys she had shut down the lab and locked away her notes. Maybe one day she would release the secret, but for now she was happy.