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This story was written for Rin-U as Day #6 of Kinktober 2020! Today's kink was "Bondage" and the story contains sexual acts between consenting adult hermaphrodites, on a grand and exotic sci-fi scale.

Touched by Starlight

Darou's vast body swept his wings back, though it was a power far beyond physical propulsion which pushed the colossal martian dragon through the glittering nebula he had chosen to explore. Far from the red, dusty plains of Mars or even the beauty of Earth's most verdant forests, the gases present in this stellar nursery shone in tones far beyond the capacity of any conventional creature's eyes to see. Purple fires rippled across space as volatile elements collided and broke down into constituent elements which were drawn together by gravity's inexorable pull, and pale blue lights flickered amongst ribbons of red, green and colours beyond words' ability to define as the cores of wild young stars roared into life over millions of years. Right now though, in those moments of linear time through which Darou travelled just as he did through space itself, the nebula did not look or feel like a boiling casserole of elemental potential. It was more like floating through the most beautiful and flourishing garden, only with potential stars as each individual flower and the arcing bands of interstellar dust and ignited gases as soaring trees.

As Darou's journey through the glimmering gas-field continued however, he noticed something up ahead. Something far darker and more solid than anything else he had witnessed on his leisurely flight through the nebula. With a final beating of his primary wings, the second smaller pair tilting to help angle him towards the object, Darou sailed closer to investigate this object so unlike anything present in the rest of the nebula. Soon enough, each of his thirteen eyes capable of doing so widened in awe, and as the lights of the nebula all around rippled and cast themselves across his vast blue scaled body, the dragon floated in a wide arc around what looked to be an asteroid, or perhaps the tiniest of barren planets, just floating there unmoving at the nebula's very core.

For a while the dragon circled the object, the planetoid still many times larger than his vast, almost two hundred and ninety metre tall form but absolutely tiny even by the standards of the smallest moon that Darou had ever seen. It wasn't a moon though, for it wasn't orbiting anything. And it was so rounded, so almost perfectly spherical aside from ridges and crater-like indentations upon its dark, dusty grey surface, that it did indeed appear more like a minute planet than an asteroid fragment. He grew closer, intrigued by how it could have come to be here and wondering if it had at one point been a rogue planet, hurtling through space after being ejected from its original orbit before something about the gravitational forces of this nebula had brought it to rest here. He examined it with each and every one of his eyes, looking for any signs of life, any signs that it had been previously explored by either spacefaring species or naturally space dwelling organisms. Everything about it seemed to resist visual examination though, and it didn't take all that long at all before the martian dragon found himself helplessly overcome by his curiosity, and coaxed by his own enthusiasm into sailing down towards the surface of the silent, perfectly still rock.

Darou landed on the planetoid's surface on all eight limbs rather than just his legs, its small size proven by the fact that he could feel the curvature of the ground between his upper set of arms and his legs much further down his lithe figure. He kept his wings spread though again the lack of atmosphere meant that the balance they provided came from forces beyond anything related to gravity or indeed any other laws of physics, and found both his primary tail and those protruding from the back of his head twitching with curious excitement as he tested the ground beneath him, digging clawed hands and feet into its surprisingly brittle surface.

In fact, Darou didn't have much opportunity to examine the supposed planetoid at all beyond that, for as his claws dug into the surface beneath him long cracks began to erupt across the ground beginning at the point where his claws had pierced the fragile casing. He gasped in surprise, in confusion, and in an instant rendered himself airborne again, staring downward from just a handful of metres off the planetoid's surface as despite his lack of any real force he watched those cracks spread and grow across all that he could see of the planetoid's outer shell and beyond. Pushing himself further away, Darou looked down with regret, wishing that he had left that delicate marvel alone to be admired as the strange quirk of the nebula that it had been as its surface began to entirely come apart, fragments floating away and dissolving into yet more dust to be swept up in the nebula's clutches. His sorrow was short lived though, and replaced by renewed wonder as beneath the grey shell of the crumbling planetoid he saw neither rock nor an empty cavity, but instead a rippling, pulsing ocean of silvery liquid that seemed to have been encased within that delicate, now fractured shell.

For a handful of moments Darou hung wide eyed in space over that rippling, still spherical ocean of shining silver, before in an instant, a tendril of the same substance comprising the now liquid sphere erupted from its surface and lashed out at high speed to wrap itself around one of Darou's ankles. The martian dragon roared, or rather he opened his toothy maw and tried to expel a cry into the silent vacuum of space as he kicked but found the tendril simultaneously liquid enough to flow in motion with his leg's flailing and yet solid and impenetrable enough to keep him from pulling free. He thrashed and fought with all his almighty strength, tilting his head back before flinging it forward and ejecting a gout of volatile acid down at the seemingly living liquid's surface. Whether it had any meaningful impact though it was impossible for Darou to tell, as the acid simply found itself swallowed up by the gleaming silver an instant before another tendril erupted forth, then another, and another, and more until each and every one of his eight limbs were bound, and Darou felt his vast and powerful form being helplessly dragged back down to the planetoid's now shining silvery surface.

Within a matter of seconds, Darou was helplessly bound and unable to get free no matter how hard he tried. The tendrils binding him were impossible by any laws of physics he understood as he bowed his head and tried to bite through them; the gleaming substance splashing around his toothy jaws like liquid, but appearing solid and inescapable as ever once again as soon as his muzzle withdrew. His many eyes bulged and his whole body shook as the silvery liquid began to flow up over his legs, his body not being drawn down into the shining substance but it rippling up across his limbs and soon over his entire body. He roared silently as he felt it seeping in between his scales. As he felt the substance pouring into his genital slit. He thrashed and fought to the last as it encircled and encased every last inch of him, outlining his colossal but utterly vulnerable body in a microscopically thin yet unbreakable casing of glittering silver. It flowed into his eye sockets. Into his nostrils. Down his throat. It filled him. It coated him inside and out completely, and then, as Darou felt himself entirely consumed by the substance... it was gone.

Even faster than it had swept over him, it flowed out and away from him once again. The bindings holding his ankles and wrists remained, but the rest of his body was freed. Darou looked around in confusion, but in relief, even gratitude. Was this substance somehow sapient? Had it understood his intelligence and withdrawn as it realised it wasn't simply eating some space-borne animal of a kind it perhaps preyed upon? Or, was something even more strange and alien occurring? Those questions raced through his mind, and were soon answered at least in some way by the rippling sphere beneath him.

He watched as just up ahead, a form began to emerge from the silver liquid. A huge, elongated shape that was just a series of bulging bubbles at first, but which soon began to ripple and shift into more defined and unmistakable features. Each and every one of the martian dragon's thirteen eyes stared in disbelief and awe as a near perfect, almost identical and shimmering silver copy of himself emerged from the liquid planetoid. The only thing which kept it from being a complete copy, colouration aside, was the fact that its limbs, while in contact with the body of the planetoid below, flowed like liquid against its surface, and when it began to move towards him it didn't take steps so much as it did simply glide upon those eight rippling arms and legs.

It moved close to the martian dragon whose form it was replicating, and to Darou's shock... it nuzzled up against him. His many eyes widened, and as soon as he opened his muzzle to gasp in curious confusion, Darou felt the silver copy of himself press its maw to his, and kiss him. He didn't know how to react, at least mentally, but his body did. Heart racing, filled with endorphins and adrenaline at the rush of simply being alive after being almost consumed by the liquid, he kissed back. His tongues extended forward and their own toothless mouths opened up, only to be met within the embrace of that main kiss by the liquid dragon's own tongues and their mouths, seemingly just as at ease with the workings of Darou's body as he himself was.

The kiss was passionate and intense, but relatively brief compared to what Darou might have hoped. He was still trying to convince himself that this was okay, that this was preferable to being swallowed up alive by the liquid still binding him to the planetoid's surface, when the replicated version of himself drew back, and began to circle around Darou's long body. The martian dragon turned his head and peered back over his shoulders, easily able to rotate his long neck enough to keep a close eye on the other creature's actions. When he felt the liquid silver dragon's muzzle bumping against the base of his tail though, Darou didn't need to look in order to know what was about to happen. He barely had time to ask himself why he was so okay with this, and to wonder whether the liquid had done something to him to make him so agreeable to what was happening, before he felt the liquid dragon's body hoist itself up onto his from behind, and mount him like a wild animal.

He felt long, liquid silver tendrils pressing against his genital slit, and hissed silently in pleasure this time as they probed into his cloacal vent, beginning to stimulate its walls and provoke the arousal of the martian dragon's genitalia in its own right. He almost chuckled as it crossed his mind that the creature seeking to breed him was not the only one here with tentacles, and Darou's back arched slightly as to his delight he felt more tendrils bursting forth from the liquid dragon's crotch and meeting his own protruding, prehensile genitalia. Just like his, they opened up at the tip to reveal almost flower-like buds with multiple smaller tendrils within, and Darou gave an outright but still utterly soundless roar of ecstasy as he felt those myriad little tendrils being encircled and entwined with more of their own number. He had experienced this before of course, but only with his multiple phallic genitals stimulating one another. The occasions during which had Darou met or even been aware of another of his own kind upon Mars were few and far between. But as his rare and wonderful body was met and matched organ for organ by what this shining copy of him had to offer, his myriad eyes rolled back in their sockets as Darou hoped that this was what it might feel like to be bred by another like himself.

The silvery dragon began to rut Darou in earnest before long, humping him, stimulating him and holding him tightly within its grasp as the limbs that had pulled themselves up and out of the silvery lake to allow the copy to mount Darou flowed around him and gripped his underbelly less like solid limbs and more like a flowing blanket wrapped around him and locking the two of them together. He couldn't have escaped if he tried, but thankfully Darou had absolutely no desire to escape. He shuddered and spasmed as his body was matched in a way it never had been before. No creature he'd bred with, no self-stimulation he'd been able to inflict upon himself with limbs or muzzle or indeed his own genitalia working against and upon itself had ever been able to fill him and stimulate him to such excesses, and in a matter of minutes Darou was thrashing and spasming as cum oozed from his phallic genitalia, coating and dripping from the matching sets pressed against them by his partner, while his eyes bulged and his cloaca milked the tendrils within it, throbbing and pulsing in their own right as Darou felt several warm, liquid and yet definitely egg-shaped objects being deposited deep within himself.

If the silver dragon was aware that he had cum though, and indeed if it was aware that its own body had achieved the biological goal of copulation, it showed no sign of that recognition. Darou's head span as it kept on breeding him, stimulating him with the same urgent vigour, and still it held him tight within its grasp as he shook and writhed and silently bellowed into the depths of space in even more intense, overwhelmed pleasure.

He climaxed again.

And again.

The silver dragon flooded his inner workings with eggs and hot liquids presumably of its own being repeatedly, and utterly without fatigue. It held him tight as Darou thrashed and snarled with overstimulation, though as impossibly intense as the sensations were the martian dragon was almost glad of the bondage in which he was held, glad that he was being pushed, forced to endure this feeling which otherwise he might have sought to escape no matter how intoxicating it was to a deep, primal part of his mind. He came again, and again, his cum flowing out of his own body's nether regions and dripping down into the silver mass beneath him, absorbed for goodness only knew what purpose, if any. His lidded eyes fluttered. His limbs grew weak. He sank down onto the gleaming, rippling surface of the planet as he howled in ecstasy one more time, and felt more eggs stuffing themselves into his already swollen egg-sack.

Quite when Darou passed out, he didn't know.

How long he was unconscious was equally a mystery to the martian dragon.

When he awoke again though, he did so floating alone in the depths of space. His body turned and twisted to orient itself, and to hopefully see the silver dragon flying through the infinite breadth of the cosmos beside him. But, instead, he saw in the distance the glimmering lights of the nebula. Beautiful, and perhaps the slightest bit brighter with a gleaming, silvery glow than he remembered upon first seeing and approaching its radiant limits.

Darou glanced down at himself, his body spotlessly clean and not a trace of injury upon it. Were it not for his egg-sack being distended, his teats swollen and of course his memories of the events that had transpired in the nebula, he might have wondered if it had all been a dream. But, even thinking about it in the wake of the act was enough to make Darou's genitalia stir anew, and he grinned to himself as he considered that nothing so vivid as that could possibly have been a dream.

Licking his lips as his own phallic, prehensile genitalia began to tease and probe at his cloaca, Darou took a note of the nebula's position relative to the other stars gleaming around him countless light years away. He nodded, and with a flick of his wings turned and floated off deeper into the depths of the galaxy, casually masturbating himself to the memories of his recent, unplanned rendezvous as he did so.

Perhaps in a century or two he could return to this nebula. And hopefully if he did so... his companion hidden away deep within it would not mind in the slightest if he visited them for another impromptu booty-call.

By Jeeves

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