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The soft hum of the computers was soothing, almost trying to lull Graham to sleep. It would have been nice if he could have opened up a game or something, but these were research-only computers, part of the station's equipment. He'd have to go get his own later, but right now he had to make sure things were running fine. After all, they'd only arrived a few days ago, and they had to test all their systems on the research station before they could really be used. It was just such dry work...they weren't even getting to the exciting business of the results, or even checking data collection yet. This was just the boring stuff.

Still, he'd rather be here than still back on the planet. There was a lot more that they could be learning out in space than anywhere else. And it wasn't like he wasn't getting paid a ton for it. Sure, he had to spend the next twelve months on the station, without any leave time whatsoever, but at least he'd be comfortable for a good while after it was over. And he wasn't alone, there was a co-worker to share the time with them, when they weren't taking alternating sleep-shifts, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been anyway.

They were employed as part of a large research company, with research stations all over the galaxy and beyond. Theirs was fairly close to home, at least for Graham, stationed near Jupiter, with the purpose of studying the Great Red Spot, to learn its secrets and try to determine if it could be reproduced on other gas giants. Another group was studying the similar storm on Neptune, he knew, so there was a bit of incentive to be the first to get the answer.

It would be a few weeks before they could actually start collecting data. Set-up wasn't an easy process - once the equipment was all tested and found to all be working, then there would be calibrations, piloting, troubleshooting, all sorts of good stuff. And if it wasn't working, then calls to tech support would be in order, and that wasn't going to be simple in the slightest. And that wasn't even counting all the housekeeping, the setting up of all their supplies for months to come. It made Graham quite thankful that he didn't have to do it alone.

Especially considering his work partner: Nakurask, a dragon from another civilization. One of only a very few that had been discovered, and the only so far that was comparable to humanity in terms of development. “Dragon" wasn't what they called themselves to each other, but it turned out to be far easier for a human mouth to say than their own term for themselves, and they rather liked the sound of it, so they tended to use it a lot themselves. Currently the green dragon was sleeping in his quarters, getting some much needed rest after another day of set-up, leaving some of the details to Graham. Who was more than happy to dwell on the details, since Nakurask had taken care of most of the heavy lifting. Different skill sets, though “nine feet tall and built like a linebacker" wasn't exactly a skill set.

The fact that there were just two of them on the station was something Graham was very aware of - his thoughts had more than a few times run on about how well they'd manage socially with just each other. He knew Nakurask from the stuff they'd done planetside to prepare for the project and they got along well enough, but living together for an extended period could do things to you. But he'd have to learn to adjust, it was just the two of them...so that's why, when the automatic door slid open, and he knew Nakurask was sleeping, he was instantly alarmed.

He turned around rapidly, shooting out of his seat. There was a dragon in the room...and this dragon was NOT Nakurask. Though looking fairly similar, his scales were red, his horns black, he was slightly shorter and more muscular, and he wasn't wearing anything to hide it. And he very much did not have the green dragon's good nature.

“Sarx! Holy fuck! What the hell are you doing here?!" Graham knew the red dragon all too well; he'd been at odds with him in his early years at the university. Sarx was one of those dragons with a strong tie to his home culture, and he'd gotten aggressive with Graham, trying to position himself as his superior in every respect...to the point where he had become violent and threatening. When Graham complained to the administration, they stepped in and put a halt to it...it wasn't long after that before Sarx left. That he would appear now and here, of all places...Graham didn't hold even the slightest hope that it was to make amends.

“Stowed away," Sarx growled, glaring down at the human he dwarfed by over two and a half feet. “Not gonna wait another fucking year to get back at you."

“Get back at me? You're the one who started everything!"

“And you had to right to run like a coward to the dean, to undermine my status like that! If you couldn't handle it, you should've just conceded, but no, you scurried like a cowardly whelp to the bosses! You attacked my pride, I had to leave because of you!"

“You were threatening me!"

“Damn straight! I wanted a fight, I wanted you to come at me like an equal! How could I show my face after I they made me back down? Forced me to act like I lost to a pipsqueak like you? I had to leave so that I could be in a place where I could look people in the eye! All because of you...it's been eating at me for three years, and I'm sick of it! I'm going to reclaim my pride from you, and treat you like you deserve!"

Graham didn't need any elaboration on that. Dragons had a particular way of demonstrating their superiority: sexual conquest, and not the type where both parties were in agreement to it. There was a reason why dragons usually came to Earth rather than humans going to their world. “You...you can't!"

“Oh? Then stop me." Sarx's face twisted into an evil smirk, knowing full well that Graham didn't have a chance of physically overpowering him. “You think you can get anyone in here to stop me? I know there's only two of you in here, and one's sound asleep. It's just you and me, and my chance to turn you into my bitch like you should be. And I know I can't actually hurt you, thanks to the resilience treatments, so I can take you like a dragon's bitch SHOULD be taken."

That was a frightening prospect. Graham knew it was true; all research station employees were given special treatments designed to virtually eliminate all chance of injury or disease, given that emergency personnel couldn't get out to them on short notice. That would not work to his favor here; Sarx couldn't harm him, but he could be as rough as he wanted, and knowing how rough he was willing to get to someone he COULD hurt…

“No chance to get away now." Sarx stepped forward slowly, drinking in the sight of Graham trembling before him. The dragon's quite large endowment was slowly emerging from his slit, eager to be put to use. “Can't wait to get my dick inside you...you'll probably even like it, like most inferior creatures do."

Desperately, Graham looked around for anything he could use to save himself. There weren't any weapons around, for sure, a few emergency weapons were stashed away in a store-room in case of criminals attacking the station but it wasn't an expectation for that to happen. There were a couple of things around, a few books and notebooks on the workstation, the soda he'd been drinking...an idea came to him, he'd have to be lucky and quick to pull it off, but at this point he had nothing to lose.

Quick as a flash, he grabbed the soda from the table and flung it in Sarx's face. The dragon wasn't prepared for this, and got an eyeful of the acidic liquid, roaring loudly as he rubbed his eyes. It wasn't a long respite, but it was enough for Graham to scatter out of the room, racing to escape from Sarx.

There wasn't going to be a place to hide from him, not for long anyway. He just wanted to stave him off as long as possible...maybe Nakurask would wake up, the green dragon wasn't as built as Sarx but he was sure he could take him…well, more sure than he was that he could take on the red dragon on his own.

He could hear footsteps coming not too far behind him, and knew Sarx was following his own steps. As he ducked into another room, it was rather disheveled, not being fully set up. They were putting up shelves and racks and filing cabinets for storage in this room, but so far they hadn't gotten around to really getting it organized. On the ground, he could see a metal bar, used for hanging clothes in what would be something like an armoire. He snatched it up and waited, knowing Sarx wasn't far away...

The door opened and the dragon stepped in, about to take a look around, and Graham swung before Sarx could place him. The bar sailed into Sarx's kneecap, earning another roar from the dragon. His kind were tough, and Graham knew he hadn't done any major damage, but pain was enough to buy him time, and he used it wisely, scampering away again. This time he only had a goal in mind: get to the bedrooms, and try to wake up Nakurask.

But Sarx was closer behind than before, and much angrier. He barely had time to pound on the door twice before he had to duck out of the way of a grabbing hand. This caused him to stumble and fall back into some empty boxes, looking up fearfully at Sarx.

“Little bastard! I'm gonna take great joy in making you my bitch!" He took two steps over towards Graham…

Then the bedroom door slid open. Sarx had just enough time to turn to look at it before a heavy fist sailed into his jaw. He fell back onto the ground, completely knocked out cold by the blow.

Nakurask stepped over Sarx's prone form, anger glittering in his eyes. He wasn't wearing anything either, but as he'd just been asleep that was hardly unusual. “Cannot fucking believe it...inspection crew is so incompetent...how could they let him get on? You're not hurt, are you? He didn't get to..."

Graham shook his head. “No, didn't ever even get that far. He almost got a hand on me before you came out, but I was keeping away from him before that...got him with a bar in the knee in the storage room, get a nice roar out of him."

“That was what woke me up. Heard a roar straight out of my dreams...I'm glad you hit the door, otherwise I mighta thought that's all it was. What are we gonna do about him?"

“We gotta call a patrol. I'll send the message out, you try to find a way to keep him restrained."

“Got it. Make it quick, he's gonna be out for a bit but it'll be tough keeping him down for long."

---

Fortune was on their side on that day. Graham's call was picked up by a patrol ship that was in the area, having been responding to an unrelated disturbance. They had arrived and docked and picked up Sarx before the dragon had fully come around. It was an incredibly fortunate turn of events, and one that Graham and Nakurask were very thankful of.

Sarx was escorted off without further incident, the dragon regaining consciousness by then but kept firmly in check, glaring at Graham before he was taken away but not saying another word. Thus, peace had returned to the station, and the two had retreated to the dining room, sipping drinks and getting back into sorts after the unexpected adventure. Nakurask was now dressed a bit, wearing a thin robe that he'd managed to grab in one of the few moments he was able to leave Sarx alone.

“I owe you one, Nakurask," Graham stated, sipping a new soda after having cleaned his old one up from the workstation. He'd been shaky for a few minutes after it was all over, realizing how close he'd come to something unpleasant, but now he'd calmed back down. “Never thought something like that would happen up here, but I'm glad you were around to help fix it."

“Well, I was just the clean-up crew. You did amazing against a dragon...the soda in his eyes was a brilliant move, and nailing him with the bar was good timing and quick thinking. It was...um, really impressive."

“It wasn't that great, I mean, it wouldn't have stopped him. You're the one who actually did that, put an end to it."

“Maybe, but you did more than you think against an opponent that outmatched you. It's the kind of thing that'll get a dragon's attention."

Graham looked at Nakurask in confusion; the dragon was looking slightly awkward. “What do you mean?"

“Well...this is gonna be kind of awkward, but...you impressed me with the way you held off Sarx. Like, more than just a 'wow' kind of impressed."

“Uh? Not sure I understand."

“Well...you know how dragons are, right? When a dragon wants a partner, they often just issue challenges, because they want a partner that's on equal footing with them. Sometimes, though, a dragon proves himself without a challenge, and they don't have to do any competing to be seen as a good partner…" Nakurask's face darkened a bit, and all of a sudden Graham knew exactly what he was getting at.

“You?"

“Y-yeah...I mean, it's not necessary or anything, but...you're definitely worthy to me."

“That just sounds kinda weird coming from you, Nak. I mean, I thought you were less of a, uh, dragon-culture guy."

“Well, I am...or, at least, I try to be. I think the traditional dragon way isn't the best way to get along with other races...we should automatically consider each other equals, and not try to act like, well, like Sarx does. But...well, it's how I grew up, and there's more than a bit of natural urging in there, so I still get feelings along those lines, you know?"

“Yeah, that makes sense...I guess I really had an impact, though, didn't I? You never showed anything like that before."

Nakurask nodded. “Yeah, admittedly, I never really saw you as a potential mate before...I mean, you know, being up here just the two of us for a year, I entertained the thought of eventually asking if you wanted to, you know, fool around, just for release, nothing really intense or meaningful...but the way you showed yourself against a physically superior opponent...it's definitely got me hot."

“Wow...I don't know how to respond, I didn't really expect this."

“Neither did I. I mean, if you're uncomfortable with it, you don't have to do anything. I'm certainly not gonna do anything like Sarx and try to force you. It's just...you know, the offer's open. And it doesn't have to be a lasting thing if you don't want...maybe you just want some relief up here and you have different ideas for when you get back planetside. I'd be fine with that if that's what you wanted."

“Well, that's kind of way in the future at this point. I guess I don't really know where it's going to go, but I'm more than game to try it. I mean, you're right, it's gonna get lonely up here...and if I look that good to you, and you look that good to me, why not? Maybe there'll be more to it after all's said and done."

“Yeah...wait, I look good to you?"

Graham chuckled, reddening a bit. “Well, yeah. I mean, you're a dragon and all, but that doesn't really seem like a big knock against you...and I do happen to fancy bigger and stronger guys like you, too."

Nakurask's blush returned. “Well, that's good to know...you want to head to my room, then?"

“Yeah, let's go."

---

The rooms on the station weren't really designed for multiple people to be cohabiting; they were barely big enough for one, and when that one was a dragon it made things even more cramped. So it wasn't exactly the easiest thing for both of them to be in Nakurask's room at the same time. At least the bed was big enough that the wouldn't have trouble doing the important stuff, but until then they were kind of in tight quarters.

“They really like their 'space efficiency,' don't they?" Nakurask cracked as he shucked off his robe, trying not to elbow Graham as he got himself out of his uniform. He tossed it off to the side onto the floor, not bothering to put it away; he'd just be wearing it again soon enough, since he'd barely had it on at all and he didn't want to waste water with unnecessary washing.

“If they were any better at it we'd be in pods rather than rooms." Graham's uniform was considerably messier due to his run-in with Sarx, and it felt good for him to get it off. The air of the station was fairly cool, but still felt pretty good on his bare skin. “I guess I shouldn't say that, I don't want to be giving them ideas."

“Trust me, they've already tried that, they gave up when people revolted. Seems like personal space is a necessity." His eyes checked over Graham as the human's body was bared to him. He was a pretty average frame, not too big or too small, which made his defiance of Sarx all the more impressive; granted, if it had been a matter of pure muscle, he wouldn't have had a chance, but victory was often more than just that. He could also see the human's arousal hardening in the open air, it seemed fairly reasonably average in size for a human to him, though he had only limited exposure to their anatomy.

As Graham finished up undressed, he saw Nakurask looking at him, and his eyes started wandering as well. He'd seen the dragon in next to nothing plenty of times, they weren't nearly as concerned with skin exposure as humans were, but he'd never really spent time studying him...he was definitely easy on the eyes as far as Graham was concerned, over eight and a half feet tall (maybe a shade short of the nine he'd estimated before) and highly muscular from a human perspective, although as far as dragons went he was pretty average as well. Leaf-green scales covered most of his body, except for the whiter ventral plates down his chest and stomach. Two short horns extended off his head, slightly rounded to keep them from being so dangerous.

He took a special interest in the dragon's growing shaft, an impressive piece if he ever saw one. Nakurask's cock was enormous, longer and thicker than his foreram, possibly even exceeding the size of his lower leg. The tip was pointed, but rather quickly swelled out to the full girth over the first couple inches; after that it was fairly uniform, though the shape had a bit of variance to it, bulges or ridges where it got slightly thicker. “Wow, you're huge...are you guys all hung like this?"

“Er...yeah, kind of…" Nakurask turned red. “I guess selection pressures favored this kind of size...male and female dragons alike both enjoy it, anyway."

“You guys must stretch well if that's the case."

“Very well, actually. It's like we were made to take something this large...I don't think humans were, though. Few dragons can have human partners, I guess some of the smaller dragons can manage but I'd just hurt them. Normally, anyway…"

“...But because I've had the safety treatments, there's literally no risk involved," Graham finished.

“I think we're both lucky in that regard. You didn't find any, uh, lubricant or anything, did you?"

“Nothing even close to it fit for us. I really don't want to use the industrial stuff, that's for the machinery and something tells me it's not really made for this purpose."

“Nothing we have here is, I guess. They didn't really bother to account for this possibility, did they?"

Graham shrugged. “Well, whatever. We'll just have to do without...not like you're gonna split me in half or give me some horrible disease, right?"

“Oh, yeah. Not with those treatments...well, hopefully it won't be painful to start with."

“Pain's supposed to be pretty strongly dulled even with the worst of it. I'm willing to give it a try."

“Well, if you are, I'm certainly not going to stop you. Just let me know if it becomes a problem, all right?"

Graham nodded. “Yeah, sure." He didn't sound terribly worried about the prospect. Clambering up onto the bed, he bent down on all fours, raising his ass to the dragon. “All right, I think I'm as ready as we're going to get here. Go ahead and get started."

Nak nodded; something felt a bit out of place about this, but it wasn't coming to him at the moment, and he figured it wasn't anything important. He climbed onto the bed over Graham, positioning himself right over the human, dwarfing him completely...he hadn't ever thought he'd be having sex with a human, he hoped it wasn't going to be too awkward to try to perform this way.

His long, thick cock prodded Graham's rear, testing it out. As expected, he was very tight, and it seemed like it was going to be a bit of a challenge getting inside. Nak decided to just go for it, they wouldn't get anywhere by being tentative. He pushed, applying steadily increasing force as his cock tried to pry open that hole. Slowly he felt it give way, until he broke through and the tip sank inside. A couple of inches went in before he stopped himself; it felt really good already, but he had to be sure things were okay before he went on. “You doing all right, Graham? Did that hurt?"

Graham shook his head; he was panting noticeably, but didn't seem to be in distress. “I'm good...it doesn't really hurt, it just feels weird. I think I'll be fine, but go in slow until we're sure, okay?"

“Absolutely." Nak held Graham close as he slowly pushed his way in, spreading Graham further and further with each inch of his cock, slowing down a bit where his thickness got a little greater. The entry was filled with short pauses and a lot of tentativity every time he heard a sound from the human, wondering if it was good or bad. However, Graham never stopped him, and he was able to keep going each time, sinking in a little bit more until his body pressed against his rear. All the way in...it was hard to believe, but Nak was glad for it, this was the best case scenario and it meant that Graham really could handle anything he could give.

On Graham's end, he was also quite relieved that his expectations were confirmed. The last thing he wanted was for them to desire each other and not be able to do anything about it...sure, there were other methods of sexual pleasure, but he knew they would always feel wanting if they couldn't reach this level. But there was no question it was odd having something so large inside him, and although there was some pleasure, it hadn't yet overcome the peculiar sensations from the stretch. “D-damn...so huge, this is gonna be...interesting…"

“You need to wait a bit?"

“Nah, I...think I should be good. It'll probably feel better as you move around, loosen me up, too."

“Okay...same deal applies, tell me if it's too much."

“Heh, don't expect to hear it, but yeah, I know."

Nak nodded and began to thrust, starting out at a reasonably measured pace. The slow, steady draw of his cock had a very interesting quality to Graham, the bulging and narrowing stretching him out repeatedly on each exit, the inconsistency providing a fun sensation that ended up feeling really nice. And then when the dragon thrust in, it was harder and faster, making the bulges feel like they were rapidly punching through his passage, almost like multiple thrusts in one. The size of his cock made is easy for the dragon to make good contact with his prostate, amplifying the pleasure beyond the simple stretch and touch. And the more he thrust, the smoother it got as Nak's pre soaked into him, the slaps becoming wetter and his hole starting to leak with thin fluid.

Nak was enjoying it thoroughly as well. Dragons typically had tight passages to deal with, but Graham was tighter than most, being a human, and he hugged Nak's cock so snugly that he could barely handle it. Yet, it was almost effortless to thrust in and pull out, his strength making short work of Graham's resistance. It was the best of both worlds, he could get the tension on his cock that he needed to get off while still drilling at the speed that he liked. “G-gods...Graham, you feel so good…"

“Y-you do t-too…" Graham was already nearing his orgasm, the sensations were just too much for him, it was more different from the usual than it was for Nak, and without any pain his body didn't know how to respond other than ramping up the pleasure. His cock throbbed, spurting his own precum onto the bed below him. “G-go harder...please…"

“You got it…" Nak kicked it up a few notches, hammering away almost at the pace he'd take with another dragon. That Graham could take it this well, well, it only solidified the sense of strength he felt in the human...even if outside means had made it possible, the illusion was enough for him. His grip tightened on Graham, holding him firmly in place as he was ravaged by the dragon's monstrous dick; on occasion he collided hard enough that he could feel the human's sack smack against his hide, leaving a bit of a wet streak from the precum dripping from his hole. It was almost enough to make him pop right there, but he held back just a bit longer, waiting for his partner's release.

He fortunately didn't have to wait long. Graham couldn't hold himself back, the sensations were too much for him to fight. With a cry of “Nak!" he came, shooting hard onto the bed, staining the covers with plentiful white fluid. The shots came hard and fast, making him spurt nearly up to level with his head, one of the fiercest peaks he could ever remember having...he hadn't shot that far since his first round after an abstinence month in college, and this felt infinitely better.

Nak roared out finally, “Graham, I'm-!" He couldn't even finish before he set off, pounding in as far as he could and holding himself there as he fired off his load into the human. He, too, had plenty to give, much more than Graham in volume but about equivalent in terms of relative to his norm. Huge shots of dragoncum surged into Graham, filling him up at a depth he couldn't even envision, hot and sticky and so thick, much thicker than the slick precum that had fueled their lusts. He could feel Nak rub his stomach as he unloaded, could swear the dragon was trying to feel him swell under his fingers, the bump of his dick providing a solid reference point for that. Thankfully, he seemed to have space enough that no additional swelling did occur; that might have been a tough one to explain in his face-to-face reports.

The two of them stayed together for several minutes after their climaxes faded into a peaceful contentment. When Nak finally pulled out, a fair bit of pre leaked out after him, though his proper breeding fluid seemed mired inside. “Phew...that was a hell of a romp."

“You said it. You're not gonna keep me clogged up for a super long time, are you?"

“About an hour or so, then it'll loosen up. Yeah, I know, it's another thing dragons got, makes sure our seed can stay inside to breed even if another male gets in there. Don't know why since our females pretty much decide whether they want to be knocked up or not...though I guess I've heard that if you pleasure them enough you can force it, but I don't know why anyone would want to."

Graham shook his head. “Just weird, I guess...but doesn't matter to me, I'm not gonna be carrying any eggs any time soon, so I'll take what you have to give. You mind if I rest here for a while?"

“No problem, I'll join you." Nak laid down next to Graham, a big arm around him and holding him close. “Guess this is gonna help make sure we don't get lonely up here, right?"

“Yeah, definitely. And it may not end up here, either, if all goes well."

Both of them liked the sound of that, and as they laid there, they both contemplated what it might mean for them in the future. It was only then that Nak realized that the way he'd taken Graham hadn't really been equal, as he had intended...the two of them should have been face to face, not Graham on all fours. Well, he probably hadn't realized that that was a position of submission, Nak would educate him on that over time.