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The Pleasures of Space

For Dragiking

By Draconicon

RathmulduR yawned as the stars of the hyper-lanes drifted past. The view that intrigued all newcomers also bored all old hands at the helm, and the Aerusan dragon was nothing if not an old hand at the trading paths through the galaxy. He rested one hand on the bone-plate horns that rolled back along his forehead, shaking his head as his yawn came to an end.

"They keep saying we'll get that teleport tech up and running, but do they ever deliver? No."

Not that it would ever be a good thing for him and those like him if they did. The long-haul flights - the only way to get cargo around without breaking the bank on the instant-transmission tech that the rich and powerful used - was still profitable enough to make a living on. Those like him that relied on having a ship, knowing the lanes, and having the patience to get the goods from point A to point B were guaranteed a job and enough credits to live on so long as that tech never got off the ground.

With that in mind, a little boredom wasn't that much of a price to pay, was it?

He leaned back in his chair, looking out the cockpit window. His reflection stared back, and he chuckled at the sight of himself. It was a mess, really; being out in the middle of nowhere for weeks on end meant that his grooming had gotten completely off-schedule. His green fur stuck out of the gaps of his jumpsuit around the neck-hole, and he could see places where it bulged through the material on the elbow and a few other places. Cream fur and gray scales dotted the rest of his exposed body, with brown-red bone plates along the back of his hands and neck.

As he pushed his 'sceathers' - quill-like protrusions that most species confused for feathers at a distance - back and over his neck, he considered what he'd do at the end of this run. There were options, of course; the paycheck always came through with a lot of temptations with it. Stop for a while and see how far those credits would last him? Hitch a ride on a cruise-liner through the stars and see where it took him? Or just settle down at the end of the line, see what kind of life he could build for himself?

They were always questions that he asked himself during the latter part of a journey, and just like usual, he didn't have any real solutions. All he knew was that he couldn't keep up with the long haul stuff forever.

Beep.

RathmulduR brought his arm up, checking his wrist. The console built into his watch flashed with a repeating image of two stick figures, one waking the other from bed. It faded to show the word 'Drackonthanri' in incredibly small print, flashed twice, and faded away.

"That time already..."

The Aerusan dragon chuckled, pushing himself to his feet and stretching his arms over his head before bringing them down and behind his back. He popped his spine, flicking his tail out and swinging the stiffness out of it. Plenty of that, unfortunately, plenty of that.

"Well, might as well get him on-shift."

That was the way the big ships ran. Most of the rest of the crew remained in hibernation, even on the relatively short-haul long-haul flights, unless they were needed. There were only two pilots, and they took it in turns to run the ship forward, keeping an eye on the console and the stars to make sure that they stayed on course and nothing drifted into the pathway of the ship.

After six hours in the pilot's seat, it was time to give the other dragon a turn. He looked forward to a little shut-eye.

Rathmulder ducked his head as he walked out of the cockpit, grunting as he kept his head down and his shoulders hunched in. The passageways were built for different species than his own; standing ten feet tall meant that he was nearly scraping his head on the ceiling in any room but the cafeteria and the other, more looming rooms. He'd gotten used to it, learned the way that he had to walk to keep from banging his head on every other surface, but that didn't mean that he enjoyed it.

The ship was big, and it took him nearly ten minutes to get from the bridge down to the sleeping quarters. It would have taken three, but the ship owners had decided to cut costs and not repair the lift shaft that was suitable for organics. The cargo lift was still in operation, of course, but that only went from the cargo bay to the underside of the ship for offloading cargo. Nothing to get them from one floor to another but the stairs, and it was a long, long, long way down to the sleeping quarters.

"Least I'm not going to be fat when we reach the other end," he muttered as he rested his hand on the door lock. "Alright, Drackonthanri, it's time - ah, fuck..."

The door opened to reveal their shared bed all messed up. It wasn't so much that they shared it together, but rather that one would sleep in it until it was their shift, and then leave it for the other person. Washing up was done in the half-hour or so when they were both awake if had gotten too bad, and other than that, they left it alone.

This time, however, he'd stumbled upon the other dragon in a bit of a state. The gray dragon was sprawled out, his arms over his head, his darker wings splayed out like other blankets across the mattress, and the blanket itself had been shoved aside by certain...obvious actions of anatomy. Two throbbing horse-cocks had pushed themselves upwards from between the other dragon's legs, one of them almost exposed and the other still covered. The blanket's draping blue cloth was hardly hiding the details from the taller dragon, however, and he bit his lips as he felt a twitch of excitement of his own.

No, no. That's a crew mate. You're supposed to wake him up and get some shut-eye. You're going to need it later.

But it had been a long, long time since he had seen another organic in the nude. Sure, there were holos to look at and there was a database of all kinds of porn in the ship's storage units, but that was nothing but images. Right in front of him was the real thing.

And for all that Drackonthanri was a full two feet shorter than him, it was impossible not to feel at least a little turned on looking at him. Two dicks...two very big dicks...and the smell of something else that had been aroused, too...

He took a step forward, then another. Common sense told him to activate the room's AC as soon as possible and vent those scents from the chamber, but something else - a very lonely something else - ignored it. Instead, he kept walking closer, and closer, and closer, his hands slowly reaching out for the pair of cocks. His mouth watered and he had a pulsing, throbbing feeling between his legs as he got within arms' reach of those cocks.

Wouldn't hurt to just get a good feel of 'em. Just touch them, see how hard they are, if they get any kind of...reaction...if they get any more stimulation...

After all, it was a bit of an odd dragon to have two cocks. Sure, there were mutations that went throughout the galaxy that affected bodies in all kinds of ways; some women had a double pair of pussies, and there were some men that had four arms, or two heads, or something likewise strange. It was just part of living in a universe where nothing stayed the same for long, and where everything stopped making sense past a certain point. Those cocks could be purely horse cock, or they could be modded further - by genes, surgery, radiation, bad luck, or anything, really - to have other features once they were played with.

Could be...kinda...

RathmulduR was just about to take one of those cocks in hand when his wrist console beeped again. He bit back a yelp as he yanked his hand back, tapping the screen rapidly, but the damage was done. Drackonthanri groaned, rolling his head left and right as he pulled himself upright.

He'd barely managed to take a step back from the bed before the other dragon was sitting up, the blankets no longer entirely exposing him. One dick was...still very much on display, but it was no longer pointed towards the ceiling as it had been. Almost a pity, he thought.

"Ugh, time already?" Drackonthanri asked.

"Yeah. Um, yeah, it is."

"Crap. I thought I'd just fallen asleep."

"Well, five and a half hours. Half-hour to shower and get dressed and all that."

"Thanks." Drackonthanri shook his head, rubbing his eyes for a few seconds before fixing them on the Aerusan dragon again. "Everything okay? You're staring."

"Yeah, well...not every day I come in to see your dicks hanging out."

"..."

It was an awkward moment for both dragons as his colleague looked down. Neither of them said anything, but Drackonthanri brought his wings around, pulling them tight around his middle and covering himself up enough to keep from being completely exposed. He stood up slowly, letting the blanket fall back on the bed, and - while there was no blush on his cheeks - he walked with a little bit more dignity than he entirely needed.

"Ahem. Thanks for pointing that out."

"Yeah. Any, uh, any time."

"...I'm going to take a shower."

"You do that."

As his fellow pilot hustled out the door, RathmulduR looked back at the bed. Even now, there was a slight scent left behind, and it embarrassed him just how badly he wanted to get in bed and get a better, stronger breath of it. The taste in the air was just sensual enough to make him curious, and he groaned as he slapped one hand over his forehead.

"Been in space too long," he muttered. "Gonna need someone pretty bad when we finally get to port."

He was already budgeting a half-hour to just get off a few times to take the edge off when the sound of running water caught his ears. A new idea hit him, and he hissed through clenched teeth.

"No, no, that's a stupid idea."

And yet, it wasn't exactly impossible, was it? All he had to do was walk down the hall and he'd get at least a little visual inspiration for that bit of relief.

"I have plenty of inspiration. I don't need more. I got to see him naked already."

Naked and covered-up. What would those cocks look like just hanging free? He could find out. Hell, he might even get a good look at the other dragon from behind.

"Ugh..."

It was a bad idea. He knew that it was a bad idea, but that didn't matter to him at that point. What mattered was the fact that his own dick was growing harder and harder in his pants, and his balls - all four of them - were churning away with seed that had gone unspent for the entire voyage. It didn't matter that he might have been able to paint a wall later if he just waited for half an hour for Drackonthanri to finish showering and go to the bridge. What mattered was that there was a different option, one that would be a great deal more fun.

"I am going to space-hell," RathmulduR muttered. "I'm going to space-hell, and I'm taking the express to get there."

The Aerusan dragon felt like he was almost on auto-pilot as he walked out of the shared sleeping quarters, his feet carrying him down the same corridor that his fellow pilot would have taken. His urges were already tenting the front of his jumpsuit, and he groaned as he resisted the urge to reach down and massage the forming bulge. Not yet, he told himself, and he knew that the 'not yet' was already a step further than it should have been.

The massive ship rumbled around him. It always did, but he was more conscious of it this time, as if there was some possibility that the rest of the crew might wake and catch him in the act. Technically speaking, the two pilots shouldn't interact beyond the half-hour between their shifts, and physical attachment wasn't precisely a good idea. Not illegal, by any means, but...

Well, the unions and guilds tended to frown on it. The idea of two pilots getting together and being 'bonded' in any way tended to result in a lot less jobs. They weren't so willing to spend time apart, so they were less useful in shifts.

We're not getting into that, though. Just...just a quickie, maybe.

No, no, RathmulduR told himself. Not even that. He was going to peak, get a little inspiration for his dick when he went to bed, and that would be that. He shouldn't have gotten so close before, and he wasn't going to do that again.

Ah, but you shouldn't have looked in the first place, and you shouldn't be doing this. What's wrong with going a little further?

A lot. So his subconscious could shut up and leave him alone.

It didn't take long to find the showers, and he could hear the water already running. Sounded like his copilot had already gotten in.

Last chance to turn around, he thought to himself. Could just go back to the bedroom and get some sleep. Stop thinking about this. Not get tempted and ruin the way that the job's gone so far. He wasn't that embarrassed, but he might be if I see him properly.

RathmulduR waited, seeing if he would listen to that little remonstration. He had hoped that maybe, just maybe, his brain would take the hint and all the blood rushing down to the dick between his legs - and the hefty pulsing that was already going on in his sheath - would turn around and go the other way. That, he thought, would have been just great, a lovely way to get things back to normal.

Instead, he felt the throbbing, the pulsing, and more than anything else, the sheer weight of his balls as they swung between his legs. All four of them swayed slightly beneath his shaft, even inside of the tight jumpsuit, and he was all too aware of how many days it had been since he'd last gotten off. Three, four, no, five days since the last time that he'd jerked off.

Five days of no cumming.

Five days of being completely pent-up.

The Aerusan dragon grumbled under his breath as he snuck up to the shower door, leaning against it. After a moment's silence and hearing nothing that indicated Drackonthanri knew he was there, he cracked the door just a hint. The immediate rush of hot air came out, but he kept the door mostly closed, ensuring that it wouldn't let any of the cooler air of the corridor in. Should be sufficient to keep from being found out, he thought as he poked the tip of his snout, then slightly more past the door.

If he hadn't been wearing as tight a jumpsuit as he was, the sight of the other dragon's taut ass and thick cheeks would have ripped his cock right through it. As it was, his cock ached with how hard it wanted to get and how inviting the naked dragon looked from behind, and as Drackonthanri spread his wings, leaning forward and almost touching his toes, the view only got better.

Mmmph...

It was an effort of will to hold back the grunts of pleasure that he felt when he saw that ass. The cheeks spread slightly, showing the lighter scales between and the black scales that framed it from the sides. As his copilot leaned down, his cheeks spreading, showing off a hint of pink between the cheeks and -

Holy...

A slit behind the other dragon's balls. He had assumed that he had smelled something else when he'd walked into the room before, but he hadn't been thinking clearly, if he had been thinking at all. Now? He could see two beautiful holes, each one flexing slightly with the dragon as he moved, as he got ready for his shower, as he...as he...

"Mmph...thought I'd wake up before he had to come get me," Drackonthanri muttered. "Well, looks like I'll have to get satisfaction now..."

Holding his breath before he realized what he was doing, RathmulduR crouched down. The long-tailed dragon leaned against the shower wall, his back to the door still, and his tail went up as his hand went down.

He could not be this lucky. He couldn't.

But he was. No sooner had Drackonthanri got into position than he had a hand between his legs, his cocks pushed off to the side as two of his broad fingers plunged deep into his feminine slit. The sight of it - and the following wet squelch of Drackonthanri giving up on subtlety and jamming all three of his fingers in - was enough to break the Aerusan dragon's restraint once and for all.

He reached down and unzipped his jumpsuit, letting his cock fall out. It was already pushing forward, throbbing hard but still growing. The head flared wide, equine in shape with a wide hole in the center that was already intent on making a mess if he wasn't careful with it. Tucking the head against the inside of his jumpsuit, he stroked it slowly to the show, resisting the urge to start fucking his fist to the same pace that his copilot was fingering his pussy.

Despite the mild nature of the show he was getting, it was hotter than any of the porn on the ship's database. He wanted to believe that it was just because he was so pent-up, but -

Squelch.

Squelch.

Squelch.

The wet, slimy sound that came from every slow thrust of Drackonthanri's fingers into that slit just made his cock jump. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to replace the other dragon's fingers with his cock, to shove past those slippery lips and plunge into those depths. He could imagine the heat in there, and the fluids dripping free only made him lick his lips in want. Oh, he could imagine how they'd be gripping at him once he slid in. He'd be more than big enough to spread them wide, to show the other dragon just what it meant to surrender and give in.

He's right there. All I have to do is...

But if he went over that line, he would never be able to take it back. And for all that it hadn't been that awkward to see the other dragon naked, that didn't mean that Drackonthanri was interested in actually fooling around with him. That might very well be his own imagination and no more.

But if he is -

The Aerusan dragon bit off a moan as his hand started moving faster, harder along his cock, stroking it faster and firmer. He squeezed his fingers tight just under the swelling head of the equine shaft, huffing as it pushed all the way free of his sheath. So large, fitting of a dragon that was ten feet tall, and so thick that even he struggled to entirely wrap his hand around it. If he got behind the other dragon, if he rammed himself home in that tight-looking slit, he would probably leave his mark behind. He'd leave that thing gaping so wide that Drackonthanri would struggle to find a smaller species that would make him feel the same way again.

That hit his pride, and it hit hard. His hips were starting to roll, grinding into his strokes as the other dragon leaned further against the wall. The other dragon's hips rolled, bringing his pussy down against his fingers, all but fucking them into him. Meaty smacks of hard cocks hitting wet scales filled the air, and he imagined that his copilot was grinding his cocks against the walls, his belly, and back again.

Mmmph...

He could feel himself getting closer and closer, his cock twitching and veiny from the sheer need that was coursing through him. Just a little more, he told himself. Just a little bit more and he would be able to go back to the bedroom.

Of course, fate had other plans. Just as RathmulduR felt his balls starting to rise, the object of his attraction moaned, rolling his hips, and his tail followed. That long limb swept left, right, then back -

CRACK!

The door swung open and slammed against the far wall. Both dragons froze in place, with RathmulduR holding his cock tightly and Drackonthanri bent over with the better part of his fist thrust deep in his pussy. He slowly looked backward, his mouth hanging open, and RathmulduR could not think to do anything but stand there with his cock in hand.

It was the most awkward moment that he had ever endured. He stared at the other dragon, and he felt those eyes staring right at his cock. The thick was slicked up with pre-cum, slimy and wet and so very veiny. It was harder than he had felt it in months, something that couldn't just be blamed on the conditions of the trip. This was something stronger, something far more intense, and it was obvious to the both of them just how potent it was.

They didn't say anything at first. The silence stretched on and on, and RathmulduR just stared, his mouth open, his cheeks red. What did you say when you were caught out in jerking off to someone that might or might not be interested? What did you say when you were breaking all the rules of a professional code of conduct?

What the hell did you say to make things normal when they probably were never going to be normal again?

"RathmulduR..."

"Uh...Yeah, Drackonthanri?"

The other dragon finally looked up from his cock. Those yellow eyes had always been a trifle intimidating despite the other man's lesser height, but this time, they were oddly warm. And a little hungry, as well, he had to admit.

"Why are you still in the doorway?"

"..."

"Or do I need to make a more physical invitation for you?"

"A more - holy..."

It was better than any fantasy to see someone reaching back and spreading their cheeks for him. His eyes went wider and wider as those cheeks were pulled apart, showing off both a clenching pucker and that slippery sex. The fingering had spread them open a bit, showing off the pink depths, and he licked his lips as he realized just how plump and juicy they were. Everything was wet, and a little line of clear fluid was already dripping from the dragon's slippery pussy.

And that was just the start. His balls, four heavy ones, were hanging down just ahead of that enticing opening, and further forward, those heavy dicks. Two of them, hard, throbbing, with a bulging knot forming at the base and a wide flare at the tip, as well as ridges that had started inflating along the sides of the shaft. They had a plethora of features, each one designed to bring greater pleasure to the one that got impaled by them.

But not to RathmulduR. Now that he had a clear invitation, he knew exactly what he wanted out of this.

He stalked up behind the other dragon, his cock in hand. There was no hesitation as he let it fall over Drackonthanri's back, grinding forward until his balls tapped those cheeks. The long shaft ran further, further, further up the eight-foot-tall dragon's back, stopping some little ways before the base of his wings.

"I'm going to make sure that you're walking funny tomorrow," he muttered.

"Why stop there?"

"You think you can take it?"

"I think we're about to find out," Drackonthanri said. "Go on...give it to me..."

Well, he wasn't going to turn down that invitation. He growled under his breath and rolled his hips back. The sight of the silvery snail-trail of his own pre-cum on the other dragon's scales was beautiful; the black scales along Drackonthanri's back meant that it stood out in stark relief compared to how it would look on the gray scales elsewhere. Further and further back, until the tip slid over the other dragon's tail base, and then rested between his cheeks. Oh, the head looked so large compared to that wet pussy.

"Ready?"

"Mmm-hmm," his copilot confirmed.

"Okay...here we go..."

Warm. Wet. Tight. Those were the words that came to mind as he pushed forward and felt the other dragon give before him. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as soon as the tip slid inside, feeling those inner walls clenching down on him and encouraging him to go further, deeper. Each little clench sent shocks of pleasure right up his spine, and his balls pulled tight against his crotch.

Not yet, not yet.

RathmulduR groaned as he rested one hand on the other dragon's hips and the other against the wall, steadying himself as he worked his hips further forward. A little further in, then a little more, feeling each inch disappearing into that warm pussy. His copilot groaned under him.

"Bigger than you looked..."

"You can take it, you said."

"Heh...oh, I'm going to take it...and we're both going to make a big mess..."

Oh, there was no doubt of that. With their balls both likely pent up beyond all reason and beyond all measure, he could only imagine how much they'd need to let loose at the end of this. Already, he was dripping more than he had done in the last three showers, and he was doing his best to hold back. This might be the only time they did it; he would make sure that he got all that he could out of it.

In, out, in, out, each thrust working his cock further in. He could feel the inner walls slowly loosening, only to clamp down again all the harder once he reached a certain new depth. The little spasms that ran through the other dragon would have made anyone else look weak, but Drackonthanri only seemed...intent. Eager. Never desperate for his cock, but always eager for it, rolling his hips back to take it that little bit further than RathmulduR had entirely offered it.

It was an experience in and of itself to gradually push something so large into someone smaller than him. Not so small as other species, true - else he never would have had a chance with this massive erection - but smaller, small enough that it was an effort for both of them.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Soon, he was down to his own knot, and the feeling of that bulb swelling up and getting bigger with excitement and need was all the better. The sloshing heat of the other dragon's pussy had rolled over it, waves of juices drenching it and soaking him with both that wet heat and the scent of arousal. His own surged, and he growled as he leaned forward, his belly against the other dragon's back.

They had no words for each other as he ground his knot against that swollen lips of the other pilot's pussy. Thump, thump, the wet slaps of flesh on flesh getting more lewd the harder he pushed and the more that he did it. He could feel Drackonthanri's body giving in, opening up, loosening up for him, but it was still not quite there yet.

He groaned, rolling his hips back before slamming in again. In, out, in, out, faster, harder, deeper. The rutting lust that had always been at the back of his mind on long trips and kept sedated by cold showers and protocol had come loose now, pushing for a good, long rut. The grunts and huffs of the other dragon under him only added to that need, and Drackonthanri was hardly just a hole against the wall. The other dragon's tail was wrapped around his hips, helping to power him forward, all but dragging him in.

Out.

In.

Out.

His knot ached from each battering thrust, but he was getting closer and closer to sliding in. Just a bit more, he told himself as those pussy lips spread, clenching around the mid-point of his knot. He pulled back, a soft 'pop' following the movement. A little more. In, out, in, out, feeling it spreading again, and again, each time a little further, like lips trying to suck something too big inside, straining until -

POP!

It was inside. He couldn't pull back and his thrusts were reduced to micro-motions, mini-thrusts that pushed an inch or two forward and back, but it was so perfect. Those inner walls gripped his knot like a vise, and he growled, his fingers curling into claws against the wall as he felt his balls leap again.

"Do it," Drackonthanri growled. "Let it out...I need it...I need - yessss!"

The other dragon's hissing growl filled his ears as he finally went over the edge. The pressure around his cock, the demand for more, the intense heat that completely covered his cock, was too much for him to take. His four balls pulled up as one, and his cock jumped, pulsing as shot after shot of hot seed went flying. He felt every single one shooting through his shaft into the other dragon's insides, flooding him, going deeper, deeper, deeper, as both his flare and his knot kept it all inside.

And that heat must have done something for the other dragon, too, because Drackonthanri arched his back and pushed back against him, sucking that shaft in deeper, or trying to. His cocks jumped, his pussy clenched, and both squirt and cum erupted from him. The shower wall was drenched almost instantly, the white lines of cum oozing down the sides of it, and the smell of rutting dragon was stronger than ever.

Pump.

Pump.

Pump.

The pulsing pleasure blotted out everything else, leaving him thinking of nothing but his spasming body, the warmth that flooded him from his crotch outward, the stiffness and squeezing around it that drove the pleasure forward. The smell, the wet squelches, the hot feeling of scale on scale: it all compounded to drive their pleasure higher. RathmulduR could think of nothing but the perpetual pleasure, and he let it stay that way, driving him further, deeper, lower in that rutting headspace.

And then, as soon as that wet, sticky, warm climax had come on, it was gone. He panted for breath, looking down at the dragon he'd impaled, and saw those yellow eyes looking back at him. Knowingly, and yet, warmly, too.

"Better?" Drackonthanri asked.

"...Better," he admitted, shaking his head. "Though I think we're stuck."

"Yeah...yeah, we are. Can you hold my weight?"

"Still need a shower?"

"More than ever, after what you just did."

"Yeah, I can manage. Hang on."

The hot water had been pouring over them the whole time, but it was odd to feel how cold his back felt after he stood up properly and let it hit the other dragon, instead. So odd to focus on that after something so intense as their sex had been.

As Drackonthanri washed some of the seed off his chest and stomach, treating it as if they were just on another shift, RathmulduR stifled the other questions he wanted to ask. Was this the only time that they were going to do this? Did the other dragon regret what they had just done? What were they going to do going forward? There were so many questions, and not enough answers for him to feel entirely comfortable.

"Your knot should go down in about twenty minutes, right?" Drackonthanri asked.

"Yeah. Maybe fifteen."

"Good enough for my shift. And for the next break between them."

"...Oh. Oh, you mean -"

"I took it, didn't I?" The other dragon looked back at him, scales gleaming. "Considering how boring the ship is when we're on our own, I'd say that the break times are all the more important. And I feel better after that than I've felt after any kind of nap. So...if you're up for it..."

He smiled. Oh, he was up for it, alright. He was up for that, and so much more. If he was going to get some from now on, then this week was going to fly right by. And if this was something that his copilot wanted to continue...

Well, it was going to make for some interesting protocol arguments in the future, but for a pussy that tight - and maybe some other holes in the future - he was more than willing to see where it went.

The End

Summary: A pair of dragon pilots have an awkward moment, then decide to take some stress off each other.

Tags: M/H, Dragon with Both Sexes, Sci-Fi, Vaginal, Double Dicks, Size Difference, Shower Sex, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Knot, Fingering, Orgasm, Cum, Creampie, Horny,