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Oryza woke up to the worst headache she had ever experienced. Moving hurt, seeing hurt—even trying to go back to sleep hurt. But the lights of the compartment were beginning to brighten in spite of her body's protests. She could override them at the console in the main compartment of the escape pod, but that would require waking up, getting dressed, and then time spent at a screen—at which point she probably wouldn't want to go back to sleep, anyways.

She fumbled to get her jumpsuit on, despite the sleeping compartment's best efforts to stop her. It was not exactly designed to be a changing room, given the space constraints. Modesty was hardly a consideration in the escape pod's design. Besides, the clothes were designed for functionality, not modesty. Oryza used hers mostly for the storage afforded by the jumpsuit's many pockets. For humans, the jumpsuit had an excess of insulation to keep them warm, and it was tight-fitting to keep the air free of errant skin cells. Theirs had fewer pockets, though.

Her room no longer smelled, as far as she could tell, but her jumpsuit still did. At least the splotches had dried. If she were still on the hub station, she would have used a spare instead—but there weren't any spares on the escape pod. It would be a waste of space.

She had considered going out naked, anyways. The station policies had forbidden this, for reasons of safety. The jumpsuit was the first line of defense in the event of a chemical spill or fire. But she wasn't on the station anymore. Besides, there were no dangerous chemicals on the escape pod, and the chance of a fire was absurdly low. Going out naked held zero risk. But she had promised Corymb that there were no strings attached; she would start the day as if nothing had happened. Heading out naked would likely make him think that this promise had been violated.

Two legs were in, at last. The microgravity had not been helpful, but the first two were always the hardest. Her other two legs slipped in easily. She grabbed the zipper with a hindclaw and pulled it from her tail down to the middle of her underbelly—then hooking it with a foreclaw, she zipped it the rest of the way up, past her neck to right beneath her chin.

With a curt shove, she opened the door to her sleeping compartment and headed out into the oppressively warm main room. The light made her head hurt, and she couldn't tell how much of the buzzing was from the fusion reactor and how much was just in her head. The geodesic drive was still charging, but it had nearly finished now. The computer had the jump scheduled in half an hour. It was a short jump, repositioning in-system to leech momentum from the sun. They probably wouldn't even feel anything.

Oryza drifted over to the bathroom compartment and looked at her face in its mirrored surface. Her eyes were yellow. Not even a twinge of red. She noted a sharpness of vision, the way her irises popped out with a detailed, fractal structure she hadn't seen since childhood. Her vision was probably even better than Corymb's was, now. That would explain why it felt like a wedge had been driven into her skull. She was close to being a fugue—maybe she already was. This had to be the start of the withdrawal.

The withdrawal could kill.

She had the ardeo in a pocket. It was as much an emergency medical device as it was her own supply. If she were to come across another dragon close to fuguing, having extra ardeo could save a life. If I came across a dragon that looked like I do now, she thought.

It would be so easy to take it. It would only take a minute, and her body would love her again. But instead, she fought through the pain. If it were just her, she wouldn't have bothered. If Corymb were another dragon, she wouldn't have bothered.

It was several frustrating minutes before Corymb finally climbed out of his sleeping compartment.

“Hey," said Oryza.

“Hey," he croaked. There was an awkward pause. “Sleep alright?"

“Well enough, all things considered."

“I think I got three hours… I couldn't stop thinking. My head just wouldn't shut up. You don't look too great, either."

“All things considered," she reiterated.

Corymb rubbed his eyes groggily. “Listen—about last night," he stammered.

“Did you like it?"

“I mean… it felt really good. And I liked it. But you didn't tell me the whole story. I know a little bit about ardeo. We were taught that it enables reproduction, but that was it. We were never told anything about… this," he said, gesturing to her squinted, yellow eyes.

Oryza sighed. “You're basically right: ardeo enables reproduction. There is a physical dependence—but a controlled one." She winced as an invisible needle drove into her brain. “It's not abuse. There are negative side effects, and dependence develops, but ardeo is a carefully and methodically dosed pharmaceutical. There's only so much ardeo to go around. It has to be used efficiently."

“But you only take it when you want to reproduce… that's enough to develop a dependence? Even if you only take it every once and a while?"

“No, it's a required monthly dose. You can't mix dragons who have ardeo with fugues"—she rubbed her head—“that is, ones who don't. That fact makes it difficult to end up in a situation where taking it is a one-time occurrence. That's why Perphia exists. Every adult dragon who lives in Perphia always has ardeo. Over the years, a dependence develops. The side effects are a small price to pay. The eyes are the worst one—the color, the blurriness. But such is the price of not going extinct, at least for now."

“I guess I get that much. What was that about not mixing dragons on ardeo with those who aren't, though?"

Oryza shook her head. She kept her eyes closed; the light hurt too much. “It doesn't end well. I've seen it firsthand. It just takes a whiff, or a glance… do you need more details? It's really enough to know that it can't be done."

“I need to know why, Oryza. You wouldn't settle for any less were you in my place."

“It's just that… it might color your impression of us."

“And this doesn't?" Corymb stared at her, unwavering.

She sighed, forcing herself to look at him despite the protesting throbs of her head. “We think it's evolutionary in nature. We evolved alongside the ardeo tree, after all. It improves fertility, and we grew so dependent on it that our genes simply forgot how to reproduce without it. It's a symbiotic relationship—at least, it used to be. We refine it nowadays, so we no longer spread the seeds of the fruit. I guess that technically makes it parasitic." She chuckled wryly, but then noted Corymb's impatient expression. “Though I'm getting sidetracked.

“Imagine that you and your mate went to a nearby ardeo tree and ate the last of its fruit," she continued. “The trees are notoriously finnicky, so this wouldn't be too uncommon. Suppose, then, that another mated pair comes by; there is no more fruit. But ardeo lingers in the body. The liver takes time to process it. Even a week later, there is still plenty of ardeo in the liver. You understand?"

Corymb paused for a moment before having a sickening moment of realization. “Oh," he said. No ardeo meant no reproduction, zero fitness. Even in small, contaminated quantities, some ardeo was better than none. “That's… gross. Can't you just resist the urge?"

“It's not an urge, Corymb—it's a biological imperative. They don't know what they're doing. It almost makes it worse. We call it fuguing, since no one recalls it after the fact. Fugues have no agency; their only fault is being near someone with ardeo. Fault or not, it usually ends with someone dead. Sometimes more."

“Well, I'm not a dragon, so I'm not going to try to eat your liver."

“You wouldn't try even if you were. I don't really have any inside me right now."

“You've run out, then? You said you needed more last night."

“No—I have more. More than I need for our trip, even."

“Then why won't you just take it? You said it's more of a medicine than a drug. Isn't it irresponsible to not take it?"

“There's another side effect, Corymb. Although it is not typically considered negative. It's… what you would expect."

Corymb thought for a minute. Ardeo enabled meiosis—nature would favor making the best use of such a situation. He frowned. “Oh. That would make sense."

“It's the counterpart to fuguing, in that there isn't really agency. Though the memories are much clearer. Last night was about consent and precedent."

“You wanted to know if I was okay with having sex with you. Testing the waters, while you were in control."

She gave a curt nod, eyes fastened shut once more in pain.

“You couldn't ride this out?"

“Withdrawal. Somewhat deadly," she grunted.

“Just take it already, Oryza."

“You know what that means? What you're agreeing to?"

“It's okay. I want it too. And you're okay with it?"

“Yesterday, when I said you'd make a good mate, Corymb… I meant it."

As she spoke, she produced a small, metallic pouch from a pocket on her jumpsuit and drained its contents into her mouth in an instant. She half-dropped, half-threw it against the wall where it then bounced and tumbled aimlessly in the microgravity. A few minutes later, she opened her eyes again, revealing the orange sclera beneath.

“That was fast. Better?"

“Better."

“So now what? Are you going to pounce on me or something?"

She laughed. “Not quite. Not yet, at least. It'll take a bit of time for the ardeo to start working in that department."

“Breakfast, then."

Corymb floated over to the food panel and unsnapped it. What had previously been a clean, organized repository of food was now slightly disheveled. The pair had hastily dug through it the previous day, and now a few packages floated around in the unused space. He managed to snatch a silver pouch of apple juice that floated behind some of the clutter, along with a cylindrical bag of refried beans.

“Preferences?" he asked.

“Oh, let me browse," she said. Corymb maneuvered himself to the side in response, giving Oryza space to poke her head into the compartment.

There seemed to be many choices of food, but in truth there was less choice than she would have liked. Nearly a third of it was wholly inedible for her, intended solely for human consumption. The shared section was technically edible. Thankfully, the last third was stocked for four dragons; even ignoring the shared food, she could probably get away with just that for the whole trip.

She grabbed a small white tray covered in foil. Dark, jagged lines ran down either side, and a few large Perphian characters were printed on top. She rounded off her selection with an alcohol pouch—still from the dragon side—and a chewy, pastry-like rectangle that almost looked like a granola bar.

“What's that?" asked Corymb, pointing at the tray.

“Peptide cubes," said Oryza, snapping the compartment door shut. “Basically protein, but we've always been a little too precise with the naming. These ones have some flavors and other nutrients, too."

She unwrapped part of the tray and allowed a cube to float out, before opening wide and eating it out of the air. This one had the faint zing of ammonia, a poor attempt to mask the dry, paste-like consistency of the food. Such was the price of space efficiency.

“Water?" asked Corymb, holding up a couple of plastic bags with straws poking out. He had already opened up the panel to the water reclaimer and begun filling up one of the liter-sized bags.

“Sure."

“One moment," he said, pulling the bag out of the tap. The flow shut off automatically. “Catch!" He pushed the now-full bug towards her with a smooth motion.

Oryza caught the bag and slid the straw into her mouth. The water was uncomfortably warm, as usual, but there was no avoiding it. The temperature didn't make her any less thirsty, and it was just as quenching. She drained the entire pouch and looked back to Corymb, but he had since finished filling his and closed the panel.

“You only get one freebie from me," he explained, absentmindedly sucking on the straw and struggling with the thin, silver packaging of the beans.

Oryza extended her wings slightly, enough to swim through the air while still respecting the small confines of the cabin. The panel opened with a snap as she yanked on the handle, revealing a large machine tangled in a web of plastic tubing behind it. She poked the straw into a small hole in the machine and waited. It only took a moment for it to begin vibrating and start feeding fresh water into the pouch.

“The jump is coming up pretty soon," said Corymb.

“You want to watch? Out the window or something?"

“Not really. I wouldn't have minded sleeping through it, to be honest. Even if I wasn't this tired. But now that I'm awake… I feel like there isn't an excuse to not watch."

“It's probably the second most exciting thing that will happen in the next fifty days, too. Which is saying a lot, considering how mundane jumping is."

Corymb gave a nervous smile. “I do hope it stays mundane. The computer says everything is fine, so I know I shouldn't worry about it. But still, I get antsy for every jump."

“Nothing will go wrong. And even in the absurd off-chance that something does… well, it'd be quite painless." No one really knew what happened during a jump failure—but given the lack of transmissions, even after several years of waiting, it was safe to assume that they splintered into nothingness.

“You're terrible at comforting people, Oryza." Corymb took a sip of apple juice. “I know that it'll be fine. We've got jump safety down to a science nowadays. Hell, that was my dissertation! I know better than anyone else that there's nothing better to do than sit around and wait. And I can't stand it. It's like I've got all this pent-up energy, but I'm not allowed to do anything with it."

“Well, I have a few ideas for what you could do," said Oryza, licking her lips.

“Oh, I'm sure you do. But I'm way too anxious to be in the mood right now."

Oryza finished her second helping of water and went to go get more. “It would be a nice distraction, though… something to take your mind off of things."

“If only it worked that way." He sighed. “The jump is in five minutes, regardless, and I've still got beans to finish."

It took him all five minutes to do so. Oryza finished her food in half that time and started to make a small pile of leftover containers to compact later. It was refuse, now—but while space was at a premium, mass was not. They could afford to not jettison it; the nature of using Barnard's own gravity as thrust made carrying their trash effectively free.

“Ten seconds," she said. “Orientation?"

“I doubt it's needed, but a good habit to have nonetheless," he said hurriedly, angling himself upright. Oryza did the same, tucking her wings in to minimize her cross section as much as possible.

The humming stopped. Without the fusion reactor charging the drive, the ship was dead and empty. The silence was interrupted with a loud beep from the console in the center of the room, and then two subsequent shorter beeps. Corymb shivered and relaxed, loosening his white-knuckled grip on the handles. Everything was still in one piece.

“I always feel warmer after a jump," said Oryza. “I can never tell if I'm imagining it or not." She gave her wings a flap and went back over to the water reclaimer.

“Just in your head. For this one, at least," said Corymb. “Splintering is exponential. A jump this far? We're talking hundredths of thousands of a degree." He watched her unwrap an empty water pouch. “I take it you've never done an extrasystem jump, then?"

Oryza nodded, filling up a third liter of water. “The furthest one I ever had was to the hub station. Several into to Arche orbit, though."

“If you ever do jump out of system… well, you'll know." He glanced at the pouch she had just finished filling. Dragons only needed half as much water as a human, usually. “Are you feeling alright? Not dehydrated or anything?"

“It's an ardeo thing. Perfectly normal." She took a long sip and saw Corymb relax slightly. “You were saying about splintering? I always assumed it was just a warm feeling."

“It's not warmth. It feels… wrong. The heat comes from the inside. It doesn't care about insulation."

“I can show you a different kind of 'heat from the inside,' if you'd like,"

“I suppose I walked into that one," he said with a sigh.

“I thought it was intentional on your part?"

“Ah, sure. Now that the jump is over, I guess. We've got another fifty days or so before it even starts charging again. Need something to fill the time." His face turned red.

“You're sure that you're ready? It's"—she cut herself off with a wry laugh—"I was about to say, 'not too late to change your mind,' but it kind of is. If you need a minute, though…"

Corymb shook his head. “No; I do… want you, Oryza. But I don't really know what I'm doing—I've never been with a dragon before."

Oryza had never been with a human either—until last night, at least. Still, things were similar enough that she thought she had done a decent job. Though it still hadn't been quite what she had expected—perhaps that was what had concerned Corymb.

“Well… do you want to learn?" she said. “I can give you a comprehensive tour of the dragon body, you know. Except the penis. You'll need to find someone else for that."

“I just might, after what you said last night. About the quantity." His blush intensified.

Oryza was pleasantly surprised, but hid it under a smirk. “If we weren't the only two people in an escape pod fifty-five days away from Arche, I'd see about setting you up."

“Ack, it's fine. It'll remain a fantasy, for now."

“So, the tour," said Oryza, splaying her legs and spreading her wings. Her wingspan dominated the room. “I'm afraid there's a jumpsuit in the way," she hummed. “You know, understanding how dragon clothing works will teach you a lot about our anatomy. You should take care of it—it'll be a great lesson."

Corymb grabbed a handle and tentatively leaned forward. He couldn't quite reach the zipper on her jumpsuit. He contorted his body, reaching for another handle, but this position was even worse than the first. Oryza had inadvertently blocked the handles he would typically use to maneuver.

“Could you shift a little? I can't quite get the angle," he complained.

Oryza chuckled. “You know you're allowed to touch me, right? That's kind of the point." She made a mock gasp. “Actually, I have an idea! Why don't you only use my body to get around? Here, I'll stabilize myself." She grabbed a lower handle with a forelimb. “There. No more using pesky handles, now. You're only allowed to touch me."

Corymb hesitated, then grabbed her firmly by either side. Oryza took a sharp breath. His hands were so… grippy. He pulled himself forward, grabbing her sides again, this time higher up, embracing her in a zero-gravity hug. The closeness was intoxicating.

“How am I supposed to use the zipper if I need to hold on to you, too? I need both hands."

“Use your legs?"

Corymb considered the geometry for a moment. “I have another idea," he said. “We'll see if it works."

He pushed his head up beneath her chin, skin gliding over vulnerable black scales. She remembered her fantasy last night, that lick. The thought made her shudder. He was there, for real this time.

Corymb grabbed the zipper in his teeth, gave an experimental tug. It slipped out of his teeth with a metallic click; he gave a pained groan in response. Redoubling his efforts, he went at it again, this time with a different angle and more force. Apparently satisfied with the new grip, he pulled himself back down her body, the zipper buzzing as it exposed the subtly brighter, navy scales of her underbelly. He made a noise of approval.

“I didn't realize they were a different color," he said.

She flashed him a smirk. “You might find an even brighter color, if you know where to look."

The zipper was halfway open now. The front portion of Oryza's jumpsuit floated loosely, no longer held against her body. Corymb settled his hands lower, near her haunches. With a tug, the zipper started buzzing once more, eventually stopping at the base of her tail. The fabric had a dark wet spot and stuck to her scales there. Corymb looked back up to her and she nodded in reply.

Oryza felt the jumpsuit open up around her tail, the fabric billowing out freely. A refreshing burst of cold air flowed in. Corymb seemed enthralled by what he had found there, eyes wide in rapt attention. His legs wrapped around hers, and he placed a newly-freed hand over her slit.

Oryza felt every spindly finger on her. They were even the right temperature, for once. Warm, but not hot. The same temperature as an erect dragon penis. How would those digits feel inside her? She considered asking him to put them in right now, but the foreplay was too much fun.

“Not yet," she said. “I'm still wearing a jumpsuit, you know. We haven't finished the anatomy tour!" She moved her tail to the hand, wedging it off of her vulva. A gossamer trail of arousal followed it up, refusing to break in the microgravity. Corymb moved the hand up to his face and sniffed it.

“What do I smell like to you?" asked Oryza.

“You, but… more? See, this is why I wanted to learn scent theory!" He wiped the hand on his side, drying it.

“You're not as wrong, this time; it does smell like me. There's a word for the 'more' you mentioned, though. It's an ideophone that loosely translates to the smell of arousal. It smells like me, but composed with sex." She said the word to him, a growling sound that moved into a chirping phoneme. “But enough of that. Make me naked, Corymb. And remember, no touching anything except for me."

He peeled the jumpsuit off of a hind leg. The foot beneath it broke out into several black, calloused pads, with two-inch claws sticking out of each toe. He squeezed it gently and found that it had a very firm texture.

“We do a lot of walking. After a certain age, we're just too big to fly. Most of us, at least."

Corymb moved on to her other hind leg while she was talking. He had it halfway off by the time she had finished her sentence.

“Two left," she huffed, shifting her grip on the handle to a freed rear leg.

She felt as Corymb maneuvered himself around to her backside, dragging up her back to reach her forelegs. With her rear two legs free of the jumpsuit, his hands fell upon soft, bare scales. There was such warmth and articulated pressure there; Oryza imagined those digits sliding into her, stimulating her with a dexterity and strength no dragon could ever hope to achieve. Something brushed against her and Corymb recoiled.

“Corymb, are you having naughty thoughts about me?" she chided playfully, in response to the particularly pronounced poke from something in his pants. “You know, this anatomy tour is strictly for academic purposes. I don't think you have a very professional attitude."

“You're one to talk about professional attitude," He gave her jumpsuit a sharp tug, and it came off both of her forelegs. “Considering how desperately you wanted to taste my cock last night."

Oryza shot him a disapproving look. “I know it was a little fast," she scolded. “But if we didn't do it then, we'd be in a very different situation right now. It was unlucky. There should've been a week or more to broach all that. I do like you, Corymb, but don't think I'm uncouth."

“I know it wasn't a great situation. But you could have at least told me the whole truth from the beginning."

“Right, I know how that would go. 'So Corymb, I have this drug I need to take, and if I don't I could easily die. But when I take it, I get really horny, to the point where it's not even horniness anymore, but complete loss of agency to an instinctual mind.'

“Then, of course, you would say, 'Well, Oryza, you have to take it—we can't have you dying! Why don't you go to your sleeping chamber, and I mine, and then we wait it out?'"

“Oryza—"

“But I know you wouldn't want to fuck if you thought it was drug-induced, especially if I didn't seem to have control of myself at the time. There would be nothing I could say to convince you otherwise. Hell, even if you wanted to fuck, you'd still say no, thinking it was for my sake!

“But we established this beforehand—before the ardeo fever became an issue, before your decision would be tainted by the knowledge of ardeo. Now we get to have sex and enjoy it, and it's not going to make the rest of the trip awkward. If I told you the truth right away, we wouldn't have gotten the best possible outcome."

Corymb waited a moment, thinking she might continue. “Maybe?" he said. “I feel like there had to have been a better way, though." His erection had faded. “It's done now, anyways. Maybe there was no fault in what you did, maybe there was. I suppose it wasn't an easy thing for you to do, though." He nuzzled against her. “But I'm okay with how it turned out, in the end. Even if the path to get here was a little convoluted."

Oryza hummed and rested her head into his neck. Corymb leaned back into her and she wrapped him in her wings. The two stayed like that for a time, indulging in their mutual closeness. Eventually, though, Oryza found Corymb's furnace-like body heat to be too much to bear and pulled herself gently off of him.

“Well, that's it for the first part of the anatomy tour. I hope you're ready for the more intense portion, Corymb."

Corymb's erection had returned with a vengeance, showing through the elastic fabric of his jumpsuit. “Seems like it. Just need to get out of this thing first," he complained.

“In time. I have something I want to demonstrate for you before that."

“You're such a tease!"

She threw her head back and chuckled. “Don't worry—you'll be singing a different tune once my ardeo fever hits."

Oryza flung her wings outwards, darkening one side of the room as the shear wing membranes occluded the other half of the cabin. She rotated herself so that Corymb would have a front-row seat to her haunches, and then spread her legs as wide as she could comfortably manage, exposing herself to him.

Corymb immediately noticed the excessive quantity of viscous, pale fluid that pooled on her vulva. He would have described it as filmy, were it not so thick. Without gravity, liquid had nowhere to go, nowhere to drip. He thought he even noticed a slight curve from the surface tension.

“Is that… normal? You're so wet."

“On the contrary, humans are quite dry. Judging from last night, at least." She flexed her thigh muscles, opening wider, and jutted her hips forward to give him a better look. “You remember what I said about dragon males last night, right? It's the same kind of thing. Male or female, we're just… wetter than you are."

“So at breakfast, the water…"

“Was for this. It ought to be enough."

A moment passed between the two, Corymb staring at the wetness and Oryza staring at him, apparently waiting for a response.

“So…" he stammered.

“Right, right. The demonstration." Her ears drooped slightly. “Watch my tail," she said.

Corymb shifted to one side as Oryza curled her tail into a tight loop. She positioned it right about her slit.

“I want you to observe closely, Corymb. It'll be your turn soon."

An annular flash of pink surrounded the dark scales of Oryza's tail as she slipped the tip of it into her vagina. The bright ring grew as she slid another few inches of tapered tail into herself. It then fell into a sinusoidal rhythm as Oryza began to thrust repeatedly. The thrusts themselves were silent and smooth; the only noises came from the ship and Oryza's quick, inconsistent breaths.

“Tails are good," she huffed, “but uncomfortable to bend like this." Her thrusts accelerated, pushing deeper each time. The curvature of her tail tightened. “I can only get so deep, and it takes a lot work."

“Is it enough for you to get off?" he asked.

No, she thought. It wasn't enough. She bent her tail to an unbelievable degree, reaching for something deeper, something wider. Better—but still not enough. She held it there, legs shaking from the combined effort and pleasure. If only it wasn't so uncomfortable! She let herself relax, nearly slipping her tail out.

“Sometimes it is. Depends on what I'm thinking about. Mutual tail sex doesn't have any issues like that, though. It's wonderful. The texture, the taper… mmh, it's always just perfect."

“I don't exactly have a tail."

“Ah, no." She removed the remainder of her tail, a strand of arousal following the glistening surface. With a practiced twirling motion, she corkscrewed her tail against her body, severing the strand. She leaned forward and plunged the tip of it into her mouth, pulling it out a moment later to reveal a layer of liquid on the scales that was markedly thinner than that which had initially entered. “You do have two startlingly dexterous hands, however." She floated closer to him, assuming a spread posture once again. “It's your turn, Corymb."

Corymb rested his palm on her vulva, testing the thick layer of fluids there. The viscous lubrication adhered to his hand, drawing into thin, slippery strands as he pulled it away. His curiosity sated, he slid a few fingers into her, amazed by the odd, lukewarm sensation.

“Ah, that's it…"

Compared to her tail, Corymb's experimental fingering was tiny. But there was something about the texture and shape that hinted at a fierce deftness hidden in those digits. He pushed further in.

No, it wasn't the shape, nor was it the texture. It was his heartbeat. She could feel the quickening pulses from his fingers, beating stronger than any tail ever could. It was then that she had the epiphany: human fingers were more phallic than dragon tails.

“Don't hold back," she rumbled. “You won't break me, Corymb. Go as deep as you want, as fast as you want, with as many fingers as you want."

He sped up a little bit in response, but not enough. She had done a more thorough job with her tail than he was doing now. Her vision began to grow foggy. She needed far more than that.

“Enough playing, get your whole hand inside me," Oryza growled.

Corymb looked at her pussy, then back at her. She had said he couldn't hurt her, but his hand was hardly small.

“It'll fit?" he asked.

“I've had knots bigger than that. Do it!"

This was a slight exaggeration; she hadn't had knots bigger than that. About the same size, maybe. But she knew her limits—those knots were big, but there was room for bigger.

Corymb rolled up the sleeve of his jumpsuit. He had three fingers inside her before he felt her tail wrapping around his forearm. He barely managed to get his thumb and pinky finger into position before she forced him in up to the wrist.

His hand was shoved into a warm swimming pool, only with a lot more pressure squeezing on it and a rhythmic tug dragging him deeper. The lubrication began to pull itself up his arm, hungry for a change in curvature, and felt cool in the gentle air currents.

Oryza found that Corymb's hand felt significantly larger than it looked. Unlike knots, which were squishy, it did not give in to pressure. His hand was warm, prehensile stone in her vagina. It felt like the largest knot she had ever taken, but without the rest of the dick to go with it.

She clenched down on his hand and felt the digits shift from a tight, thick fist into a more streamlined shape, his fingers meeting at a single, forward point.

Oryza made a throaty trill. This was what she needed. This was so much better than her tail. Her pussy pulled on his hand, enticing it to go further, smearing pale, viscous lubrication onto the bare skin.

Corymb slid his hand a little deeper into her, experimentally, before adding another inch to it. Oryza thrashed, losing her grip on the handle. Corymb managed to hold on, mostly because Oryza wouldn't let his hand go—an incredible feat considering how little friction there was.

“It's… just the right amount of large," she exclaimed.

“Let me see if I can make it even more right," he said. As he flexed his fingers outwards, Oryza felt a bizarre pressure inside her and closed an eye involuntarily.

“Ooh, that's weird," she said. “Do it again."

He obliged, repeating the motion with vigor. The pressure was stronger this time, but nothing more than that.

“Maybe not. It's not really pleasant, just odd. Go deeper instead."

Another inch of hand found its way inside of her. Dragon penises were tapered, so those deep spots had never been pushed this far before. His hand felt massive.

“Do you want more?" he asked.

“No, that's enough… any further and I think it might get uncomfortable. You're practically to my cervix, anyways."

More of that mucoid lubrication spurted out, adding to that which had begun to seep up Corymb's forearm. He started to pull his hand out, and then thrust it back in.

“Yesss," she hissed.

Corymb took it as a signal to continue, and soon the pod was filled with rhythmic squelches, grunts, and quick, labored breaths. Oryza's fluids had gone halfway up Corymb's forearm, evaporating and cooling under the thrusting motions. His other hand smeared itself on some of the excess liquid before moving to her clit. It was hard for Corymb to find the friction to stimulate her—everything was too slippery—but he made up for it with a vigorous speed. He couldn't even feel that little nub of skin, he was moving too fast. He knew it was there, though, judging from Oryza's reaction.

She had her head as far back as it would go, panting in time with each thrust. Oryza was no stranger to clitoral stimulation; she had been fellated in that way, before, albeit without such a penetration at the same time. The combined sensations were exquisite. She was already at her edge.

“Corymb," she groaned with great effort. “Nearly there. Lick on neck. Beneath my chin."

He gave her a somewhat confused expression but obliged, moving his head into the place she requested. The pace of his hand-thrusts slowed but did not stop.

“Do it!" she hissed.

Oryza couldn't see the lick because her head was in the way, but she felt it as a hot wetness on the erogenous scales there. She came instantly, walls vice-like on Corymb's hand as more vaginal fluid dribbled out. Corymb made an attempt to move his hand, first to continue stimulating her, and then in a panic as he realized it would not budge. The pressure increased to a level that was almost painful before finally receding, only to return momentarily in full force.

Oryza gave a dry roar with the tacet force of a yawn, twisting and turning her hips in a vain attempt to find more stimulation. After a few more moments the orgasm subsided, and Corymb pulled his hand out. A diaphanous string of fluid followed like before, but this time it was thinner.

“What a tour," said Corymb, examining his slick, shiny hand. It was chilly in the open air. He put a finger in his mouth, testing it, and then quickly shoved the rest of his fingers in.

“I take it I taste good, then?" she hummed.

Corymb pulled his hand out of his mouth with a sucking sound. “Neutral, really—I just thought it would be hot." A thread of fluid still trailed from his mouth to her slit. He severed it with a careful chopping motion of his hand. He went to dry his hands on his jumpsuit, became frustrated with the way the residual liquid smeared rather than absorbed, and resigned to go to the bathroom compartment to vacuum it off.

He continued, talking over his shoulder. “So was that the ardeo, there?" He turned the vacuum on and continued, speaking over the loud whirring noises: “You seemed to be in control, mostly."

There was no response.

“Oryza?" He switched it off and turned around to face her.

In an instant his body was pulled flat against hers. Legs wrapped around him, and then a pair of wings followed, enveloping him. Oryza growled at him, the vibrations coursing through both of their bodies.

“Oh."

There was the sound of ripping paper as Corymb felt a burst of upwards pressure from his jumpsuit. It was replaced by a biting cold along his back as the fabric Oryza had slashed parted. She bit the front of his jumpsuit and finished tearing it off of him.

“Oryza! That's my only jumpsuit!"

But her tail had already coiled around his bare upper torso, and a forepaw brought to the back of his head. She released him from the tight embrace of her legs, instead spreading them wide. With her tail, she guided Corymb down to her slit, ramming his nose inside it.

Lukewarm fluid seeped onto his cheeks and clung, spreading into a film. It was far less viscous now, having the consistency of a runny nose. There was a smell, at first; the same smell from her 'anatomy tour', only now amplified several magnitudes. It disappeared in a panic as Corymb realized he couldn't breathe.

His head was locked in place. His nose was flooded. He tried his mouth; a bubble pulled inwards and touched the inside of his throat. He coughed and sputtered. Corymb tried moving again, but nothing budged.

It was time for a new strategy. Liquid wouldn't drain by itself in microgravity; it needed some external force. He pushed in and sucked, drinking deeply. He could outpace her, surely. Room-temperature liquid flooded his mouth in an instant, as if he had opened it underwater. He swallowed.

He tried to get a better look at what he was doing, but his eyes showed nothing but dark, wet scales, undulating with heavy breaths and pulses of blood. Oryza's grip on the back of his head held fast, keeping his forehead and cheekbones pinned against her groin. His mouth had filled again. He swallowed.

There wasn't taste anymore. There wasn't much taste the first time, either, but it had since become even more dilute. Or maybe it was from the lack of oxygen. Another mouthful. Already? What he wouldn't give for gravity. He swallowed.

Static buzzed in his vision. Corymb pulled away with all the force he could muster, and was rewarded with a quick, deep breath out of the corner of his mouth before Oryza bucked into him and pressed his face against herself once more.

He could breathe out of his mouth this time, having cleared enough of the fluid away that it was no longer an airtight seal. The adrenaline began to fade. Corymb realized he was now extremely hard. Oryza had her tail running between his thighs and up his back. His erection laid flat against it, and he felt every minute twitch of her tail as a burst of stimulation.

He gave a lick, feeling a slight resistance as his tongue slipped past her labia. Oryza moaned and bucked into him, mumbling something in Perphian that Corymb was too distracted to understand. He ground the bridge of his nose against her clit, humming happily when she matched his force and ground back.

That temperature. Oryza wasn't warm and wet; she was just wet. Nothing hid behind a haze of heat. Everything was laid bare and plain before him.

Oryza started pulling her tail back in forth, dragging his foreskin along it. Her scales did not rub or chafe, but were instead smooth and grippy. Corymb imagined what he and Oryza would look like now, his face buried in her slit and her tail stroking him.

His chest was wet—from sweat or vaginal fluid or saliva, he wasn't sure. Better there than floating in the cabin, though. Hopefully he was being thorough enough to avoid any mishaps with the electronics.

Corymb worked himself into a frenzy, fighting through neck cramps and the soreness in the base of his tongue. He could feel sore later; this took priority. As he increased his pace, Oryza matched hers in stride, working the underside of his penis with her tail in an alarming display of precision.

They were like that for a few minutes, grunting and thrusting and licking in their best attempts to get each other off, until Corymb felt Oryza release the back of his head. He had grown used to the pressure; it felt odd without it, as if she had pushed him away. No longer pinned against her, he floated off of her tail.

Oryza said another thing in Perphian, but Corymb only caught a bit of it. She required something? She moved towards him.

Then he was hugging her, and she him, locked together in as many limbs as they each could spare. Her tail found his cock and hooked around it. She shifted, and his crotch became immediately drenched.

It took Corymb a moment to realize that he was now hilted all the way into her; Oryza had managed it in such a smooth, immediate motion. She was so wet and welcoming, with none of that fervent heat. He had hardly realized it initially; it felt so right. It was nature's cruel joke, he realized: body heat only obscured sensation. All other sex was a shadow before this.

Skin and scales made constant contact from their necks to their chest, from stomach to crotch, and then again around each other's thighs to the other's back. Oryza had her wings draped around him as well, applying constant pressure to hold them together. Only his face was left out of this constant contact.

He went to thrust instinctively, but Oryza held him immobile, rear legs wrapped around his hips. She gave a growl of warning. Then she clenched down on him, vaginal walls pressing with a force half as much again as any human's.

Corymb felt dizzy with pleasure; he had nearly came right there. The pressure along the shaft of his penis had been uncomfortable, but it was positively exquisite near the tip. He swore he could her muscles stick to his tip and pull deeper, stretching and stimulating in pursuit of some juicy delight within. Indeed, they had very nearly found it.

Oryza stiffened against him and gave another squeeze. This time, Corymb thought he was prepared for it. But the very act of paying attention made it feel so much more intense. There was a slippery, forceful grip, and sharp tug as those walls tried to drag him deeper. If only he could go deeper! If only she had left him half an inch to thrust!

She gave him an irritated snarl—for his inability to ejaculate or lack of participation, he wasn't sure. But what was he supposed to do? He had Earth muscles, not Archean ones. At this point he was just along for the ride.

Oryza combined a thrust with her next squeeze. She pulled out slightly, then pressed back in. This time, the stimulation was more than enough. Corymb's penis twitched involuntarily as he felt the onset of a massive orgasm.

But Oryza did not pause between squeezes like before. She chained her thrust into several more, each one more fervent than the last. Vaginal walls spasmed in time with her heartbeat, still in pursuit of a dragon load of semen.

Corymb could hardly produce such a quantity, but it was not for lack of trying. Cum flung itself out with such force that he feared parts of his urethra were going with it. The orgasm was so strong that it burned, a sensation that would have been painful if not for the inordinate amount of pleasure.

Feeling that first load hit, Oryza instinctively pulled her hips flush against Corymb's and groaned. But she had expected a utter flooding and received only a paltry few spurts. Perhaps he needed more coaxing.

As Oryza redoubled her earlier efforts, Corymb realized that he would not be able to fully satisfy her, especially not in this state. Only his head was free to move; everything else was still trapped in a tangle of desperate limbs. He then remembered what had happened earlier.

He pulled his head away and licked her where she had taught him.

Oryza roared in reply, dragging him along with her through thrashes of pleasure. He stabilized his head against her, aiming to place another below her chin. He had meant to keep licking her neck until she was limp with pleasure, but it was an uphill battle to keep her still. Hell, it was hard enough to keep himself still!

But eventually the two calmed down, panting against each other, still coupled in the afterglow. They disentangled themselves, releasing limbs and letting muscles relax. Something still held them together. The air was so cold compared to being wrapped up in each other. Corymb pushed himself off of her. Slick, gossamer webs followed him up, trailing between both of their crotches.

“Oh, wow… that's quite the mess," said Corymb.

Oryza trilled in response and split it with her tail. The fluid fled from the new curvature, pressing flat against skin and scales.

“Yes… we should clean up. I hope we didn't break anything."

“Just my jumpsuit," said Corymb, shivering to emphasize the point. “I think everything else was… contained."

“Oh no… here, just use mine," she said, emptying the pockets of the wadded up clothing.

“No, no, I can sew mine back together. I just need to remember how to sew."

“Yes, but yours is halfway to being a jacket. Besides, I don't need mine. It's way too hot in here for clothes anyways. You, on the other hand, need something to stay warm in the meantime. Granted, dragon jumpsuits aren't exactly insulating, but it's better than nothing." She passed him the now-emptied jumpsuit.

Corymb gratefully grabbed the clothing and slipped into it easily. It didn't quite fit, but did a decent job of staying out of the way. He went to zip it up but then remembered the mess smeared across his front side.

“I should clean up first…"

“If you want. The jumpsuit already smells like me, though. And dries off quick enough." She hid her face with a foreleg at that last part.

“No, I'm vacuuming."

“Suit yourself." Her eyes trailed after him as he pulled himself over to the bathroom compartment. “Did you enjoy it?" she asked.

“Yeah," he said over his shoulder. “I think the next fifty days just became a lot less boring."