Sapped
"Splash behind!"
Vram was in the air and away through the trees before the other dragon's roars had died away, and waited to hear the impact and the splattering noise that followed before daring to flare his wings and turn around. The black dragon circled for another moment to hear the other dragon call "dry!" then returned more slowly, looking around as he came in to land at how much the forest floor had changed in the few seconds he'd been gone: the formerly dry ground and the bases of the massive trees nearby were now coated in a thick, translucent orange sap that was already dry and hard as stone. He set down at the center of the affected area and inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet smell of the fresh sap, then looked around for his partner.
The pink dragoness who'd warned him of the splash circled down on outstretched wings and landed next to him. "That was close..." she said. "I didn't think any of the pods in this zone were ready to fall yet. Does it look ripe, at least?"
He tried to dig a claw into the sap, but couldn't make the slightest of marks in it. "Ripe, and ready for harvesting. I'll call it in." Vram sat back on his haunches and thrust a forepaw into the pack slung around the base of his neck, pulling out a radio. "Maz?"
"I hear you, Vram, what is it?"
"We just had a splashdown in the middle of Zone 7G, medium size--"
"In 7G?" his supervisor cut him off. "Those pods shouldn't be falling for another year at least! Are you sure you didn't wander into another zone?"
"Check my GPS; I'm standing right in the middle of it."
There was silence for a few moments. "All right, I guess you are. There must be a few specimens in there on an accelerated cycle or something... I don't have any other way to explain it. Right, I have your position down; there'll be a harvesting crew out to get it in half an hour or so, so you can move on."
"Later." He put the radio away and looked around, then tilted his head to the dragoness. "Okay, Baela, let's move on. Still a lot of ground to cover before we can head back."
The two dragons took off again and flew away, weaving through the five-hundred-foot trees of the sap farm to continue their inspection of the developing crop. On its own the tree sap was useless--and in fact the fumes of the raw sap were toxic to humans--but when mixed with the right chemicals it could be converted to a liquid medicine capable of curing most mild draconic diseases. But the sap had to be harvested within a couple of hours or it would be impossible to liquefy without destroying, so the trees had to be constantly monitored by scouts like himself in order to collect as much of the rare substance as possible.
It was a dangerous job. Most of the egg-shaped, dragon-sized pods of sap grew at the very bottom of the foliage, where it was almost impossible for dragons to fly without having to constantly dodge branches, and they typically burst open without warning, dumping their contents onto whatever happened to be beneath them at the time. The sap hardened within seconds once it came into contact with the air, sticking to whatever solid substance it first came into contact with and locking into place almost instantly, so the scouts had implemented several safety measures to prevent any deaths from being trapped by hardened sap. Along with always carrying GPS locators to broadcast their positions to a central supervising hub and radios to report with, they carried vials of a fast-acting acidic compound that could eat away the sap as quickly as it hardened, and worked in pairs, flying one behind the other, so one dragon could warn or help the other in case something happened.
As Vram was the more agile flier of the pair, he took the lead as they flew slowly through the forest, scanning the pods above and the ground below for signs of any recently released sap. As they'd expected to see when leaving to fly through the zone that morning, there wasn't a drop of released sap to be seen--at least not until they flew over the earlier discharge to see a harvesting crew hard at work. From there they set out towards the far side of the zone, still searching, but there was no discharged sap to be found.
Vram sighed as he glided around one of the largest trees in the zone, glancing back at Baela. Scouting out off-cycle zones was boring work--though it had to be done--and it lent the mind many opportunities to wander; in this case his thoughts were directed towards his partner, the cute pink dragoness he'd been flying with for a couple of years now. They had gone to dinner a few times early on, just to get to know each other, and while it was clear from the start that they enjoyed spending time together Baela, who was a couple of years older than he was, had very strongly refused to consider those meals "dates." A professional relationship could not be complicated by personal feelings, she'd said, and refused even the slightest of advances he attempted on her, and he'd quickly given up--but couldn't help but wish things were different. They got along well, they were both fairly attractive, they--
Her roar cut across his thoughts. "Splash above!"
He banked hard to the right and down, doing his best to get out of the way, but from her shout he knew the pod was directly above him and gasped as a wet, sticky substance struck the outermost joint of his left wing. "Hit!" he bellowed, straining to get his wing all the way open before the sap set, and was barely able to do so before he felt it go stiff. He was able to keep his wings level but the sap still unbalanced him, and it took tremendous effort, tail and free wing flailing, to keep from corkscrewing down to the forest floor. He descended as quickly as he could without hurting himself and made a rough landing, wincing as pain lanced through one of his hind legs, but it went away after a moment. "Dry," he called up, looking at the rough circle of sap to his left.
Baela drifted down a moment later. "Are you all right? I saw it get your wing..."
"I'm fine," he growled, wing shivering as it tried reflexively to fold itself but was stopped by the sap. "Just get this stuff off me, then we'll call it in."
She took a vial of clear liquid from a loop on the outside of her bag, popped the cap off it and poured it onto the joint of his wing, the liquid eating rapidly through the orange sap until all of it was gone and the acid evaporated, leaving his wing undamaged. He growled again, flexing his wing and flapping it a few times to make sure it really was all right, then folded it against his back. "Nothing broken, so le--"
There was a thump from above them.
"Splash above!" both of them roared, and leapt, collided, fell to the ground in a tangle of scaled limbs--
Then the sap rained down and coated them both.
Breathe out! was the first thing Vram thought as he felt it stick to his scales; it would at least stay liquid for a few moments, and if he could just blow out hard through his nostrils then it would keep them clear and the sap wouldn't suffocate him... His next thought was to move, to try to reach into his bag for his radio to call for help, but it was too late: the sap had already hardened, and when he tried to raise his paw he felt it fully encased and immobile. He found the same result for his other three limbs, his wings, his tail... Even his head and neck were coated, and while he could still see, his surroundings were only visible through a thin orange film.
At least he could still breathe.
He struggled to break free a moment longer, but gave up before he'd wasted too much of his strength; he already knew it was useless. The sap was too strong, and his claws, teeth, even fire were useless against it--though with his snout pinned shut he couldn't use his fire anyway.
Barely noticeable movement beneath him made him remember his companion, and he rolled his eyes downward to see her trapped and also thoroughly encased beneath him. He could see her head and forelimbs coated in the sap, but he could feel the warm, smooth scales of her chest, belly and hind legs against his own, torso expanding and contracting as she breathed--so she was all right, too!--and muscles shivering as she fought in vain against the sap.
"Are you all right?" he tried to ask, but with the sap around his snout it came out as an unintelligible moan.
"Mm mmm!" she replied, equally impossible to understand.
"Mmm..." he growled back at her, again trying to see if he could move anything other than his eyes, if he could just reach for the radio in the pack at the base of his neck... But he could not, and stopped trying for fear of injuring himself. Not being able to reach his radio wasn't the end of the world; the supervisor on duty would be alerted if their GPS transponders didn't record any movement for a period of at least twenty minutes, and once the alert was made help would arrive as quickly as it could--which at their current location was probably an additional half-hour.
He looked down at Baela again, watching as she went still beneath him, unable to reach her own radio and her mind clearly following the same thought process as his own.
Nothing to do now but wait.
But a dragon's mind is prone to wandering, and stuck to the forest floor unable to do anything except think, his thoughts began to wander aimlessly about his mind within moments. He wondered who would come to find them, and just how long it would take... If he would miss a news report he was hoping to see... The position of the sun showed it was mid-afternoon already, and by the time I'm freed, cleaned off, and flying home it will surely be close to dusk... What will I be able to do about dinner? I won't have the patience for something complicated, so maybe just flame a steak from the fridge and eat it still smoldering... That one restaurant downtown always prepared amazing flank steaks that way, I should go there again sometime-- Remember when Baela and I went there? The food was amazing, and we had so much fun talking. Maybe we should go out again sometime, maybe this time now that we've been working together for a couple of years, maybe she'll see we go well together, that she should consider actually dating me like I've wanted to for so long... She's cute, she's nice, she likes me; why would she say no? It's not like caring about each other or even getting serious enough to start mating or whatever would hurt the way we work together... She is cute, too...
"Mmm! Mmmm m mm!" Baela howled, suddenly squirming beneath him, and he dragged himself out of his thoughts, wondering what was wrong, what could have changed in their static, isolated environment when she'd been fine a few moments ago... He groaned and tried to turn his head, to look and see if there was some danger she could see but he couldn't, but it was useless, and she was beginning to shake beneath him--
Oh.
He stiffened with realization as her quivering made her belly-scales rub against his own, and it was then that he finally realized the sap had bound them together with his slit pressed against her vent--and that, stirred by his thoughts of her, his slit was beginning to swell with arousal. He groaned again, trying to shift himself to pull away from her, trying to change the angle to be sure he wouldn't penetrate her, to somehow make it clear that he didn't mean to do this... But no matter what he tried he couldn't find a way to get even the width of a claw away from her, the sap had set so tightly around them, and despite all their thrashing that wasn't going to change.
She howled again, glaring through two layers of sap at him as her struggling proved fruitless. He howled back at her and began to squirm himself, doing his best to demonstrate that he wasn't doing this on purpose, doing his best to think about something else so his arousal would fade again, no harm done... But he couldn't. The thought of her being so helpless beneath him, trapped and unable to do a thing about it if he did enter her, as if he'd defeated her like they were wild dragons of old--
No! Baela was a dragoness he cared about, he treasured his relationship with, and to think of raping her like that... It was the last thing he could have possibly wanted. It would ruin everything they had together, ruin any chance of them ever having some kind of relationship in the future, maybe even force them to work with other partners, and he couldn't stand the thought of never being able to see her again! He thrashed again, eyes wide. "Mm! Mmm-mm mm mmmmm!" he gasped, straining to stay away from her, somehow, but now that he'd imagined them mating he couldn't shake the thoughts away, and in a few more moments...
Her shivering only increased as each second dragged by, but there was nothing either of them could do to stop it; his cock continued to grow, and finally it slid out of his slit--and directly into her vent. She howled again and thrashed, but it only made her grind so wonderfully against him, and by the time she gave up and went still again he was fully hard, embedded deep inside her.
It took every ounce of self-control he had not to thrust, and even then he could feel his hindquarters shivering with instinctual desire. "Mmm-mm!" he moaned, trying to block out the sensations, blinking in patterns of two and hoping she would understand that he didn't mean to do this, it was an accident, a mistake, and if not for the bulb full of sap that had burst over them both it never would have happened...
She moaned back at him, then with one final shudder laid still, and--pressed herself against him? Vram froze, confused and, for a moment, hopeful--was she accepting him? Giving him permission, even?
"Mmmm," Baela said, and he couldn't help but squirm with pleasure as she clenched down on his length.
He purred happily and leaned against her for a moment, relieved that she wasn't angry, that she'd realized he didn't mean to, and that since there was no way for them to escape it would be best for them to relax and just enjoy it... Then he gathered himself to thrust--and discovered just how difficult that was. The same unyielding shell that pinned them so firmly together was still right there, forcing his belly against hers, and he didn't have enough room to pull out of her even the slightest bit. He tried as hard as he could to do it anyway, to find some other angle, some way to do what he was actually allowed to do... He finally managed to press himself still farther into her, but even then when the two of them pulled back to come together again their hips barely moved the width of a claw.
Though it wasn't what he was hoping for, Vram was happy to keep up those tiny thrusts for a little while. But now that he wasn't trying to block it out his lust was only growing stronger, and the tightness of her vent around his cock encouraged him even more; the teasing of those far-too-brief movements was nowhere near what his body craved now, and despite his eagerness to take her he couldn't get any more room to move than what he was already using.
His arousal began to quicken his movements--even if he couldn't get more room, he could go faster, and if he went faster then there would be more friction, more rubbing of his flesh against hers, more of that wonderful sensation... He thrust more and more rapidly along that miniscule path of movement he'd found, panting with effort and moaning with a mix of pleasure and desperation as it still wasn't enough to satisfy his desires. Baela's own ecstasy had built enough now to break through whatever inhibitions she'd had, and she began to moan at each of his thrusts, her little shuddering movements driving him still higher as she too strove to feel more than that tiny bit of motion they could manage, clamping down as hard as she could around him, pressing herself against him, grinding back and forth against his belly as he moved...
He could feel the first hints of a coming orgasm now, the curious sensation of every fluid in his body seeming to flow to his belly, of pressure building deep in his loins, and he groaned with anticipation as the pressure slowly, oh so slowly began to build, encouraging him to go harder, faster, to lengthen his strokes and just mate properly...
But he couldn't! No matter how hard the two of them tried, no matter how quickly or how strongly they humped each other, there was no way to get any more of the pleasure they craved than what their restricted movements could give them--and it wasn't enough! They thrashed, bucked, wriggled powerfully beneath the hardened sap as they continued to grind against each other, but it simply didn't do them any good, didn't get them any closer to the climaxes both of them could feel just beyond the reach of the pleasure they could manage to give each other. Both of them were groaning with every exhalation as they struggled to thrust, claws clenched against the sap, muscles straining in their bellies and hindquarters as they thrashed wildly against each other, all else forgotten as his presence inside her drove the two dragons mad with lust. They were moving as quickly as they could, as far as they could, doing everything they could think of to enhance the sensations... Vram shut his eyes tight as yet again she clenched down against him, thrusting as hard as he could into her and letting out a pitiful whine of frustration as it still wasn't enough to get him any closer to that orgasm he wanted so badly.
Just a little more, he thought, a little more room to move and we would both be right there, a couple good long proper thrusts and we could both climax... I need to, I have to find enough space to, somehow, and if I can just figure it out then it will feel so wonderful, so perfect, and we both will enjoy it so much... I just... Need to figure out how...
He had no idea how long they were trapped there, but the next thing he knew there was some kind of hissing noise around him, he was vaguely aware that he was still riding her, still thrusting, and somehow forced himself to fight down his arousal and stop, to look around... And there were other dragons there, drenching the sap that encased them in acid so finally it would loosen its grip on them and they would be able to thrust harder, and longer, and orgasm... The potential embarrassment or repercussions didn't even enter his mind, he was so desperate, and he howled with excitement as he felt his back come free, hindquarters finally rising as much as he wanted them to so he could drive himself into her properly, both of them crying out as they finally found the ecstasy they'd needed for so long. Each of them was so aroused by the lighter sensations they'd been been forced to feel for so long that they both reached climax within moments, bucking against each other and roaring with pleasure as they released themselves.
Vram laid exhausted and gasping for breath against her for a couple of minutes before he realized that they had been set free, and that a full ten dragons stood around them, watching them with a mixture of confusion, embarrassment and amusement. He felt his face flush hot as he noticed many of them looking at their hindquarters, and he backed away from her hurriedly, stumbling over his own tail in his haste.
"This is not the first time I've seen something like this," one of the dragons, Maz, chuckled, tail flicking. "And really, Vram, most of the farm knows you've been after her for months; no need to act all shy now that you two have finally done it..."
"We didn't mean to!" Baela growled, rolling to her feet and advancing on Maz with her teeth bared. "We were splashed, and stuck belly to belly, then something aroused him, he couldn't control it, and since I knew there was no way to stop it I encouraged him, but then the sap was too tight for us to do as much as we wanted, and..." She ducked her head. "Well, you all saw the rest."
"I'm really sorry," Vram said quietly, walking up next to her and nuzzling at her neck. "I didn't want to, I didn't think you'd like it, but I couldn't control myself. Thank you for not being mad at me about it."
She growled at him, but returned his nuzzle after a moment. "Don't worry about it. Besides... I think you've convinced me that I shouldn't have kept rejecting you before."
He purred and nuzzled her again, on the snout this time. "Hey Maz, is our shift over?"
Most of the other dragons laughed. "It will be by the time you get back to central to sign in your locators. You two get going, and we'll get to work harvesting what we can here."
"Let's go," Baela twined her tail in his and spread her wings. "There are a few steps you skipped between taking me to dinner and mounting me that we might want to think about going back to."