{"sf1_id":992857,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Year of the Black Dragons - Ch #3","author":"FBtH","words":2019,"posted_at":"2016-04-30T12:15:00.000Z","tags":["Beau","Bondage","Dragon","Dragon Booster","M/solo","Machine","Male","milking","wyldfyr"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/992857-year-of-the-black-dragons-ch-3","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/992857","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=992857\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"\nDragon Booster: Year of the Black DragonsIf you wish to see the full, visual designs of the dragons from Dragon Booster, Google is your buddy. ~\nDisclaimer: I do NOT own Dragon Booster, its characters, locations or\nanything associated with it.       Chapter #3 - A Wyld Rescue When Wyldfyr next awoke, he had\nbeen moved a flat slant-orientated surface to which he was cuffed at the ankle\njoints with metal bands. \nHe was in a different room that was\nequipped with several industrial incinerators. The fiery light that poured from\nthem spilled a daunting orange glow over a long file of raised and slanted\nplatforms.\nThe next one over on Wyldfyr's\nright side had a lanky Sonic-Class dragon locked to it. Its palish cock, sprung\nfrom its sheath, was bottled up inside a column of glass which belonged to a hanging\nmachine that looked like a mechanical hive. A bunch of coiling tubes connected\nthe machine to a great metal vat. \nThe Sonic-Class dragon was\ndrawing breath in wheezy gasps but its eyes were hidden beneath the visor of\nsome helmet that looked like new, experimental racing headgear so Wyldfyr could\nnot tell whether it was from pain or pleasure. \nThe shade of a visor darkening\nhis own vision drew Wyldfyr's attention to a helmet of his own, which sat hefty\nand cumbersome over his own head. \nIt had an immediate, dizzying\neffect on his mind that made Wyldfyr feel strangely...needy. But he still\nretained full self-awareness so the helmet probably did not exert absolute\ncontrol over his mind so much as guide his mood by amplifying specific areas of\nhis brain. \nThis was obviously no ordinary\npiece of racing gear. It had to be some variant of neural gear - a type of Black\nDraconium gear favoured for its psionic effects on both dragons and humans.   \nThe feeling of neediness gnawed\nat the Magma-Class dragon so badly that a cock that was as colourfully rich as\na blood orange with a broad nib head sprouted out of his cream coloured sheath,\npoising out in the open. \nAbove Wyldfyr's platform, a metal\nhive much like the one attending to his neighbor descended from high above. It arranged\nitself at an angle where it was pointing directly at his expelled cock. The\ninstrument extended, each segment of its neck zooming forth with a whir, like a\ntelescopic barrel. Then, from out the barrel protracted a long cylindrical\nshuttle of glass that cupped directly over Wyldfyr's crotch pouch.\nAt first, it looked as if\nWyldfyr's stocky cock would be too broad to fit into the narrow diameter of the\nshaft but the tube somehow squeezed over its target causing Wyldfyr to hiss at\nthe uncomfortably tight fit. \nA head cap with a suction ring fitted\nonto the glass tube's rim dug into the supple creamy patch around Wyldfyr's pouch,\nlocking the Magma Class dragon's glass-encased cock in an airtight seal.\nThe instrument yanked into\nmotion, the base of the glass shuttle dipping into the head cap. The inside of\nthe shaft felt like it had been treated with some sort of special invisible\ncoating - it was much more slippery than ordinary glass had any right to be,\ngliding up and down along Wyldfyr's cock without even the tiniest hint of\nfriction.\nAgainst the infernal backdrop of\nleaping flames belching out from the roaring incinerators, Wyldfyr snaked and\ntwisted in his restraints, making strangled gasps in the same vein as the\nSonic-Class dragon next to him as they were both subjected to the same automated\npumping process.\nThe initial phase of the\nprocedure was well underway so the machine upped the ante. It switched to a\nhigher speed and the shuffling capsule gained momentum, zipping up and down\nWyldfyr's cock like a bullet. \nWith the Black neural gear\ntriggering a constant chain of electrical impulses at his pleasure centre, the\nfireworks Wyldfyr was being overloaded with was making him giddy from the\nendless pops and bangs of pleasure.\nThe machine ramped the speed up\nall the way to the fastest possible setting. The clinking glass skidded across Wyldfyr's\ncock at such a rate that it wore the special coating rapidly away. Through the pleasure,\nhe could feel a faint streak\nof heat beginning to slowly build on the underside of his nib cockhead where it\nwas scuffing the glass it was flattened up against. \nWyldfyr's feathery ears flattened\nagainst the helmet and his sagging tail curled up right off the floor as he\ncame in a gloppy explosion of sheer white that turned the inside glass opaque. The\nwhitish tint that blotted out most of the capsule glowed with the vapourish\nscarlet light of Red Draconium.   \nSmothered in a thick plastering\nof Wyldfyr's creamy dairy, the glass became slick and buttery, no longer chafing\nor burning Wyldfyr's cock. It was thicker and sloppier than the special coating\nbut worked just as well at nullifying the friction. \nOn top of that, a high-pitched\nwhine stirred to life as the atmosphere inside the capsule shifted to a vacuum\nstate. Wyldfyr's eyes all but bugged out of their sockets as his cock was caught\nin the full brunt of the drastic air pressure change.  \nAs the machine picked up steam once\nmore, Wyldfyr let out a tapering sigh as his cock was pumped again by the device.\nIt bulged, puffy and squashed inside its see-through prison where it was being violently\nsucked by the vortex of rushing, raging air. \nBefore long, the device had Wyldfyr\nsplattering the already dripping glass for a second time. It was all funneled\nup the capsule and into the vat via the bundle of tubes on top of the machine.\nThe machine was finally winding\ndown, allowing the dragon time for a breather, and Wyldfyr rested gratefully\nback against the platform.  \n* * * \n\"Kitt? Kitt, wake up.\" \nThe pink-haired rider opened her\neyes. She was back at Penn Stables and Artha was standing over her with a look\nof concern. \n\"Ugh...what happened to me?\"\n\"We found you lying beneath an\noverpass,\" he told her. \"You crashed during your race.\"  \nKitt groaned and raised a hand to\nher temple. She had a nasty headache. \n\"That stupid pothole in the\nroad...\"\n\"Kitt, where's Wyldfyr?\"\n\"What? He's not here? He was with\nme when we both fell together.\" \n\"You were alone when we found\nyou.\" \nKitt sat bolt upright and at the\nsame moment, Parm walked in. \n\"Oh, Kitt, you're awake. Good\ntiming. I just finished talking with the race organisers. They said that they\ndid a full safety inspection of the course only the day before and there was\nnothing wrong with that stretch of track then.\" \n\"Which means it was deliberately\nsabotaged,\" Artha guessed. \"But that overpass isn't part of the official route.\nHow did they know someone would use it?\" \n\"What if...\" Kitt said, slowly.\n\"What if, it was someone who studied my racing history and knew that I've taken\nthat shortcut before and that I would probably use it again?\"\n\"So they were going after you?\"\n\"No...not me. They left me behind\nafter the crash. It's Wyldfyr who's missing, not me - they were after\nhim.\"  \nShe looked up at the others. \"I\nhave to find my partner.\" \n\"I can get Cyrano to track down\nWyldfyr by scent from some of his riding gear,\" Parm volunteered. \"But it would\nbe safer it we wait for the Security Council to put together a task force-\" \n\"That could take days!\" Kitt argued.\n\"Who knows what they could have done to Wyldfyr by then!\" \n\"I know! But I'm just saying, it\nwould be recklessly dangerous for us to just charge in blindly when we have no\nidea who or what we're dealing with,\" Parm countered. \"I know that Wyldfyr is\nyour dragon- Kitt, wait!\" he called, for the blue-headed girl was already back\non her feet. \n\"Fine. Then I'll go get Wyldfyr\nback without your help,\" she snapped. With that, she was out the door. \nParm turned to Artha, who offered\na resigned shrug, and sighed.\n\"Well, nothing could possibly go wrong. So what are we\nwaiting for?\" Parm said, sarcastically.  \n* * *\nBy the time that Cyrano's lead\neventually led them to the fringes of Down City, night had already fallen. It\nwas hard to tell due to the eternal spell of grubby, gloomy darkness that\nswallowed everything close to the world's surface where the sunlight never\nreached. \nCyrano brought them to a site\nthat looked like a run-down ore refining facility that was sitting back to back\nwith an expansive junkyard.\n\"It's got the exact same\nUltralocks that other place had,\" noted Parm.  \n\n\"It's being used - I can see light\ninside,\" Artha added, pointing out something that looked like firelight through\nthe high windowpanes.  \n\"Right...So, any suggestions on\nhow we're getting in?\" \n\"I have a suggestion,\" declared\nKitt.  \nBoom!\nUltralock or not, the door was\nstill blown clean off its hinges once Beau barged it down, blazing with the golden\ncolours of his true, released form. \n\"Not what I had in mind,\"\nadmitted Parm, as Cyrano stepped through the cleared doorway. \"I was thinking\nof something more along the lines of stealth.\"\n\"We don't have time for stealth,\"\ndismissed Kitt, who was riding with him on Cyrano in the absence of her own\nmount. \nThe group trotted quietly down the\npassage and came out into a large hall.\n\"What in the-?\"\nThe place was populated with dragons\nthat had been strung up like they were being hung to dry. Below these dragons were lines of\nmetal troughs that were collecting the juicy Draconium dribbling from between\ntheir legs. \nThe group didn't have long to stomach the horror of the sight before them. Alarms went off, shrieking\nthroughout the whole facility. The noise was answered by bloodthirsty howls in\nthe distance that sent chills down their spines.\n\"You guys go find Wyldfyr and get as\nmany of them out of here as you can! Beau and I will draw them away!\" Artha\nyelled over the chaos. He turned Beau around and they raced off toward where\nthe howls had come from. \nSure enough, they crossed paths\nwith two Black dragons that snarled at the sight of the intruders. \n\"This way!\" Artha ushered Beau\ntoward a round opening in the side of the wall, which they leapt through.\nTogether they plummeted; turning and curving their way down what seemed like a very long and winding slide. \nThe talons on Beau's toes left a\nscreeching rocket trail of sparks as he kept all four feet glued to the\nground like skis to steer them perilously down the sloping chute. Artha could hear more\nscraping from not far behind as the other dragons gave pursuit.  \nThey shot out the end of the pipe\nlike a cork from a bottle before finally coming to a skidding halt. \nThey had arrived in the junkyard.\nBut that wasn't all. They had emerged right in front of two more waiting Black\ndragons. A third was perched atop a heap of scrap metal, nearby. They were all\narmoured in Black Draconium gear, ready for battle.  \nThe dragons giving chase flew out\nof the pipe with whooshes and landed behind them, blocking off their retreat. \nOne of them charged right away, tanking Beau\nwith a blundering crash that knocked Artha clean out of his saddle.  \nThe Black dragon clung to Beau and\nthey wrestled one another until the latter was hit in the back with three Mag\nCables fired by three of the other dragons.\nBeau's knees weakened as his\nenergy drained out of him at thrice the regular rate. Commendably, he managed\nto stay on his feet but it was only a matter of moments\nbefore the strength in his legs was robbed, too. He tipped over sideways and\nwas brought to the ground.\n\"Beau!\" Artha called out. He scrambled\nto his feet but there was a whack in the back of the head. The last thing\nhe saw were the Black dragons closing in around Beau from every direction. \n"}