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Seminal Slaves

for Sanmer

by Draconicon

Faran slapped his hand against the console of his ship. Thankfully, it didn't respond, or the dragon would have been ejected from his own cockpit. Then again, the whole non-response thing was the problem in the first place.

"Save on gas, he said. Save some time and money by only gassing up after the job. Fuck that asshole; next time..."

He sighed, slumping back into the pilot's chair. 'Next time' implied that this one would finish with him alive, and he wasn't sure of that. The dragon had been in deep space before, but this was the first time that he'd done it without having any backup fuel supplies. His spaceship rotated around in empty space, without even a nearby star to use to determine his location. Without the fuel to run his navicomputer - let alone his ship - he was in trouble.

Maybe I'll get lucky and drift along towards a planet and get a slingshot around it, he thought with a small chuff of laughter. It was a ridiculous thought, in all honesty; there was no chance that he could 'find' a planet and have that happen. That'd need all sorts of calculations that he couldn't do in his head.

Sighing, he lifted his wrist, checking the oxygen readings in the air. After a few seconds, it reported that there was five hours of oxygen remaining.

Even if I had a computer, there's no way I'd find anything in that time.

The dragon closed his eyes, feeling a shudder run through his body for a moment before he clenched up. Panicking would be the worst possible thing at this point in time; if he started crying, or let himself go crazy, he'd never get out of this. He might never get out, anyway, but he wasn't going to throw his only -

A sudden brightness disrupted his thoughts, and he blinked before opening his eyes.

In the distance, a ship was passing overhead, and it swept a searchlight over the viewscreen of his cockpit. Immediately, the dragon leaped to his feet and grabbed one of the emergency lights that were kept under the console, and waved back. It wasn't much, but if the other crew was actually looking, rather than putting on a light show -

Yes!

The ship turned towards him, and began a slow approach. It would take a while, but perhaps he'd be rescued after all.

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"Thank you for saving me, Captain..."

"Edgen. Just Edgen, Mr. Faran."

"Captain."

"Fair enough, Captain Faran."

The other dragon nodded as Faran continued to eat the food they'd brought him. It wasn't much more than soup, but it was more substantial than the dried rations that he'd been dealing with for the last few weeks. He wouldn't have put the rubbery foods in it that Edgen's cook had, but beggars couldn't be choosers.

As he swallowed down the last few bites, he looked up at the other dragon again. He was one of four in the room, all of them blue-scaled, all of them rather...eerie looking. Faran didn't like to judge people - mostly because scavenging wasn't quite always legal, and he didn't want to throw the first stone - but there was something wrong with them, like they were off, somehow.

Maybe they just looked too similar, like brothers or something.

Putting his bowl to the side, he cleared his throat.

"Thanks for saving me, but I don't know how much I can help you. I only have a bit of salvage, but -"

"Don't worry about paying or anything like that," Edgen said with a shake of his head. "We'll deal with that. For now, I think you should get some rest. After all, you were just put through a harrowing experience."

"Well...I guess -"

"You will. Melkin?"

One of the other dragons perked up.

"Take him to one of the spare quarters."

"Aye, captain."

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Surprisingly, the guest quarters were rather spacious. Admittedly, this ship was more of a freighter than the exploring craft that he used, but Faran was still surprised to see so much space allotted to guests. It was more than he'd seen on some of the cruise liners or passenger craft that took people from one world to another, for that matter.

But he was thankful. The dragon kicked off his boots as the door shut behind Melkin, and laid back on the bed. It was strange to feel something softer than steel and basic padding under his back, but not unpleasant. He smiled as he shifted from side to side, getting as comfortable as he could as he looked up at the ceiling.

Well, looks like I live another day...

He closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

Or, at least, he tried to. Despite moving from side to side, squirming to get comfortable on the bed, there was something off. His body just felt too restless for him to be able to settle on the bed, and every time he thought he was comfortable, something happened with his jumpsuit that made it pull on him or tug in the wrong place, and he had to move again.

Finally, he gave up. Deciding that he'd have to just get rid of the jumpsuit for a while, he sat up to unzip it -

And froze, staring down at the massive bulge that was pointing up from his crotch.

I...don't remember being that big...

Hell, he doubted that any dragon had gotten over the 18 inch mark before, but this was beyond that. He was nearly two feet long, and it was throbbing inside of his jumpsuit hard enough that he could see rips forming inside of the damn thing. Faran hurriedly tugged at the zipper in the front - being careful not to catch his cock in it - and dragged the jumpsuit out of the way as quick as he could, kicking it to the floor to get it out of the way.

What he saw was astonishing. He was familiar with his cock, and he was quite used to seeing it...when it was still at the normal length of about 14 inches. He wasn't used to seeing it so large, so huge, so...thick as it was currently. And he definitely wasn't used to seeing it bobbing back and forth so close to his muzzle.

How...

There were so many questions he could ask. How had this happened? How could this have happened? How did he not notice it? How long had it been like this? All of them would have had some sort of science behind them, some good reason to be asked. His question?

How would it feel...to suck that?

Faran blushed, but he had been alone for a very long time, and it would be something he might never have the chance to do again. Why not give it a shot while he had the opportunity?

Slowly opening his mouth, he stuck out his tongue and flicked it over the head of his cock. It wasn't bad; the taste wasn't that impressive - and in fact, wasn't something he particularly enjoyed - but the feeling of his tongue was great. He moaned, the tip starting to ooze pre, and he leaned forward, sucking on it a bit more thoroughly. His cock twitched and bounced in his hands, throbbing under his fingers as he wrapped his lips around the head, flicking his tongue around the sensitive tip.

As he leaned back on the bed, he felt his balls churning, and he felt them get squeezed between his thighs. He ignored it at first, but soon he had to spread his legs wider to keep from pinching his sac between them. The dragon panted, sucking harder, flicking his tongue against his cock head more and more. It felt so good that he barely had to squeeze it with his hands, and even the head being teased was almost enough to push him over the edge.

Panting and puffing through his nose, the dragon slowly pushed further down, taking more and more of his cock down his throat as he sucked himself. The sensation was so different than jerking off, and he loved it, even as he wondered how this had happened.

He didn't wonder for long, however, as suddenly he had a massive need to cum. He panted, but pulled back, not wanting to swallow his load - not being that sort of dragon - and jerked it hard, taking himself over the edge with a roar. He came hard, spurting his load all over the bed...and then kept cumming...and cumming...

Faran panted as he stared at his fountaining cock, which kept loosing more cum as the seconds went by. It was like watching a faucet gone mad, and it wasn't until the one minute mark finally passed that he stopped shooting his load. The dragon collapsed onto the bed, panting softly, hardly able to believe he'd cum that hard and that -

"My, my, look at that. So much already."

The voice was too tiny and high pitched to belong to any of the dragons he'd seen so far. So what -

"Down here, you idiot."

Faran slowly sat up, and his eyes went wide as he saw a drippy, tiny replica of...himself. It was made of his cum, but it was slowly taking on his scale color as it walked across the bed, stopping at the base of his cock. It was only about 8 inches tall, but it was intimidating to see himself touching his cock like that. The thing leaned around.

"It looks like my daddy in your balls is hard at work. You'll have another load to feed me before long."

"Your...what?!"

"Mmm, not really a daddy. But he made me. And he's going to make me get bigger, and bigger, just like the rest of the group. They saved you for a reason, you know."

"For...They're made of -"

"Cum. Cock milk. Seed. Semen. And you're just another one of their milking dragons to make more of them."

Faran tried to jump to his feet, but the little replica of him grabbed hold of his cock. The oversensitive length flooded him with pleasure, and he panted as he flopped back on the bed. It only got worse as the little thing crawled to the tip of his cock, smirking down at him and sitting on it like a throne.

"And forget about cumming when you want. We need nice, big loads, so you'll be edged and teased as long as it takes to make you shoot buckets."

"For...for how long?"

"Oh, I don't know. As long as it takes, I guess."

The End