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This was the submission for June's Writing Challenge on my telegram. We each draw random tags and characters to use, then write a story of a certain length. Wanna write your own and see if your story can be more popular than mine? Join our server and give it a shot! All walks of life are welcome, as long as you're 18+.
As always: share with your friends, drop a fave, leave a comment. I love hearing from my readers.
For the PDF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/57264344/
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"writing": "Coming in Clutch\n\n“S1M, give me a debriefing, please.” Stella and S1M stood around the ship's center console. It was just another data collection mission, nothing special. A circular platform stuck out from the console, holding her gear and uniform. She began dressing as S1M began. \n\n“Of course, Mistress.” S1M brushed the fur around his neck and cleared his throat. “Planet 45-D83, or Dragonia as the natives call it, is a hospitable planet consisting of 75% Nitrogen, 20% Oxygen, 1% Argon,”\n\n“S1M, is it breathable?” Stella appreciated their attention to detail, but sometimes it wasn’t necessary.\n\n“Yes, Mistress, you will have no trouble breathing.”\n\n“Do continue then.” Stella stretched a tight black latex leotard over her body. It showed every contour of her body, especially her nipples, which peeked through the latex. S1M continued as she tried to pull her tail through the tail hole in the leotard.\n\nA hologram of a cute-looking dragon appeared above the center console. “The natives resemble quadruped lizards. They are capable of breathing fire, their claws are as sharp as a dagger, and the horns on their skulls can pierce the toughest armor.” The hologram performed an action relating to every description that S1M gave. “As you can see, their wingspan is nearly twice their body, and designs vary.” The dragon being displayed had dots on the inside of their wings.”\n\n“They sound dangerous.” She grabbed her stun gun holster and strapped it to her thigh.\n\n“Quite the contrary.” S1M pressed a few buttons on the console, and a short holo video appeared. “They are quite playful. Amongst their species, they are almost incapable of causing bodily harm to those of their species.” The footage showed three dragons frolicking in a green field. They rammed each other, breathed fire when they were especially rowdy, and their claw left white scratch marks on their scales. \n\n“Well, they seem to be good allies to have.” Stella put her communicator in her ear and ensured it was on, only to reel in pain when it gave feedback. “YOW!” She shook her head and continued. “Are they friendly?”\n\n“Oh, yes, quite. You should not have any issues communicating with them.” \n\n“I wonder,” she reached for a small camera contact lens and carefully leaned back, “why everyone has turned this mission down.” She paused as she placed the contact in her right eye. \"I shall be off then. You are in charge up here, S1M. Keep in contact.” Before leaving, she made sure to grab the transmorgifier. She strapped it to her wrist and strode down to the teleporter. \n\n“Yes, my lady.” S1M bowed respectfully and continued fiddling with the console.\n\n“Alright, just like any other mission.” She glanced at the transmorgifier on her wrist. It resembled a wristwatch, but it was anything but. This device allowed her to blend in with the locals on the planet without causing chaos. Backwater planets such as Earth, as she had learned the hard way, had only made it to their moon within the last one hundred years and had clearly not been adjusted to other life forms visiting them. “Wonder what I’ll look like as a dragon.” She stepped into the teleporter. Her molecules were scattered about as they were shot down the planet's surface at the speed of light.\n\nStella woke on her back, her brain still foggy from the trip through space. The lush green fields and colorful flora were off-putting when dragons occupied the planet. She slowly rose and looked around, tapping the comm in her ear. “S1M, I’ve landed safely. About to transmorgify, do we have the species data?”\n\n“Confirmed landing zone,” S1M replied. “Data should be uploaded. Clear to transmorgrify.” \n\n“Clear.” Stella pressed the buttons on both sides of the watch face and waited. The process was quick and painless, as it nullified any pain while stretching, squashing, or growing bones, a fatal flaw with the last model. For the sake of privacy as well, it covered her body in light. A downside to this is it tended to attract attention. In a few seconds, Stella had become another dragon on Planet 45-D83: black scales and white claws. The mainsails of her wings kept her rainbow colors, possibly the one trait that would make her stand out the most. The claws on her front and hind paws and the two curled horns on her head were pure white. “Well, aren’t I beautiful?” She stretched her wings as far as they could, feeling the power they held. The holster holding her stun gun was strapped to her flank; a lot of good it would do her, though, with no fingers. The transmorgifier was also still on her body, wrapped around the wrist bone of her right front leg. It stuck out, but there was no way to cloak them yet. Her skintight suit had assimilated with her new form, so she wouldn’t be naked when she changed back, not like S1M cared. She didn’t care about that either.\n\n“Reading’s show transmogrification is complete.” S1M’s voice came through the comm still in her pointed draconic ear. “Any errors or misgenerations?”\n\n“No, we are all set, S1M.” Stella heard her voice loud and clear, but S1M reeled from the other side of the comm, falling over in pain. “What? What’s wrong?”\n\n“Mistress, I must ask you to stop!” S1M frantically shouted, causing Stella to stop, but wanting to dig more into the issue. “You can’t speak standard anymore. Let me get the translator operational. Meanwhile, please cease communicating unless you have an emergency for 3 minutes.” Some light obscenities could be heard from the other end, but Stella didn’t respond. She must have been roaring into the comm. \n\n“Alright then.” She began exploring the planet on foot, heading toward what looked like a populated area to the west. She had to get used to walking on four legs rather than two. On her way, birds flew down low and seemingly examined her but didn’t attack. They seemed curious about the new dragon in the valley. Going with the flow, she let them be and continued. Other dragons flew overhead as she got closer. \n\nThe settlement was nothing special. The ground was cobblestone and roughly stamped into the ground. Small huts were haphazardly placed along the rocky road, the entrances no taller than her. Other dragons spoke to each other in a language she could now understand. They spoke about the flying conditions today, how animals that she had never heard of were behaving, and other family matters. Once she reached the center of the street, everyone seemed to stop and look at her, especially males. \n\n“Hi, everyone.” She had roared in their tongue. “I am from the other side of the planet. I wish to say hello and meet everyone.” When it came to greeting foreign species, a few methods had proven to work. First, you could look the part and observe for a while, try to pick up on local customs and behaviors, and then try to interact with the locals. The second was to go in cold and hope for the best. This method usually worked for contract workers like bounty hunters and others who could defend themselves easily. There was also the ‘hope for the best’ method with species like these dragons. They are not technologically advanced, very social, and rely on each other. Say you’re from another side of the planet and wish to say hi. They wouldn’t understand that you’re from another planet, and if you look different, they could likely kill you.\n\nThe males turned and looked at her with a lustful gaze. She could tell they were males quite easily. One, their dicks were visible on their body, and they were growing erect. Second, their heads had a discolored, more rigid patch of scales around the forehead. This was probably how they moved things around if they didn’t carry it: by pushing it on or through the ground with their heads. Draclings popped out of a few huts, wondering what was happening. They only had a solid color and very short, stubby wings. \n\nThe females pulled them back into their huts and disappeared. The males came closer to her, a horny look in their eyes. “Now, boys. I’m not interested in courtship.”\n\n“New female.” A purple dragon said as they all approached. “Must do ritual.” His eyes showed no sign of letting up. The other males agreed. The ritual was in order.\n\n“What ritual?” She asked calmly, slowly stepping back.\n\n“Mating ritual.” An orange dragon with red stripes along his back said between pants. “You no smell like our tribe.”\n\n“I see.” Stella had encountered this before but was on a peace mission. If she ran away, she’d potentially cause discourse and cause even more trouble for anyone else who tried to gather data on this planet. She allowed the boys to surround her. “So be it.” She crouched into a mating position: legs underneath her and wings tucked in.\n\nThe purple dragon didn’t waste any time. He practically sprinted behind Stella and mounted her. She felt his hot dick poke against her body, trying to blindly find her pussy. While he did that, a green dragon with blue markings that resembled scratches approached her from the front. It was then that she got a good look at a dragon dick. Flared ridges down the back of the neck, a pointed head, and a ginormous knot at the base. “Please be gentle,” Stella said as the green dragon aimed his dick at her maw.\n\nStella didn’t know if he responded because the dick was instantly thrust into her mouth. It filled her long snout, giving her an idea of what she had become. She had a lingering thought in the back of her head, ‘If I don’t satisfy them, will they kill me?’ Probably not, but she didn’t want to risk it; she put her heart and soul into this breeding. She ran her tongue up and down the dick inside her maw, tasting and feeling every vein, every wrinkle of skin, and flavor he had to offer. It wasn’t as salty as she expected it to be, instead leaning on the fresher side of the flavor spectrum. The sweetness of the precum was delicious. Fruit must be a big part of their diet. Suddenly, the purple dragon hit his target and thrust his length inside of her. She nearly bit down on the dick inside of her maw. This wasn’t her first rodeo with sex, but having oral sex with beasts was. And so far, she was enjoying every bit of it. The purple dragon’s medial ring was hitting every button of her dragon body. \n\n“Mistress, come in.” S1M chimed in on the comm. “I have found more info on the planet. This time of year is mating season. The pheromones in the air may put your new body into heat. We have permission to halt our research if this hinders our results.” Nothing but sloppy sounds came through on the comm. All S1M could see from the camera embedded in the contact lens was a dragon’s lower flank and dick being thrust toward the camera over and over. “Oh my. Mistress, are you alright?” Stella let out a muffled growl, which translated to ‘I’m fine.’ \n\nThe pheromones were getting to her, and she couldn’t care less. The musk from these dragons was driving her wild. The green dragon thrusting into her maw began grunting and pushing harder. 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I didn’t get a solid answer from the dragons,” she growled. “At least we learned to check for mating seasons, right?” \n\n“Mistress,” S1M asked, “What are we going to do when the eggs hatch?”\n\n",
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“S1M, give me a debriefing, please.” Stella and S1M stood around the ship's center console. It was just another data collection mission, nothing special. A circular platform stuck out from the console, holding her gear and uniform. She began dressing as S1M began.
“Of course, Mistress.” S1M brushed the fur around his neck and cleared his throat. “Planet 45-D83, or Dragonia as the natives call it, is a hospitable planet consisting of 75% Nitrogen, 20% Oxygen, 1% Argon,”
“S1M, is it breathable?” Stella appreciated their attention to detail, but sometimes it wasn’t necessary.
“Yes, Mistress, you will have no trouble breathing.”
“Do continue then.” Stella stretched a tight black latex leotard over her body. It showed every contour of her body, especially her nipples, which peeked through the latex. S1M continued as she tried to pull her tail through the tail hole in the leotard.
A hologram of a cute-looking dragon appeared above the center console. “The natives resemble quadruped lizards. They are capable of breathing fire, their claws are as sharp as a dagger, and the horns on their skulls can pierce the toughest armor.” The hologram performed an action relating to every description that S1M gave. “As you can see, their wingspan is nearly twice their body, and designs vary.” The dragon being displayed had dots on the inside of their wings.”
“They sound dangerous.” She grabbed her stun gun holster and strapped it to her thigh.
“Quite the contrary.” S1M pressed a few buttons on the console, and a short holo video appeared. “They are quite playful. Amongst their species, they are almost incapable of causing bodily harm to those of their species.” The footage showed three dragons frolicking in a green field. They rammed each other, breathed fire when they were especially rowdy, and their claw left white scratch marks on their scales.
“Well, they seem to be good allies to have.” Stella put her communicator in her ear and ensured it was on, only to reel in pain when it gave feedback. “YOW!” She shook her head and continued. “Are they friendly?”
“Oh, yes, quite. You should not have any issues communicating with them.”
“I wonder,” she reached for a small camera contact lens and carefully leaned back, “why everyone has turned this mission down.” She paused as she placed the contact in her right eye. "I shall be off then. You are in charge up here, S1M. Keep in contact.” Before leaving, she made sure to grab the transmorgifier. She strapped it to her wrist and strode down to the teleporter.
“Yes, my lady.” S1M bowed respectfully and continued fiddling with the console.
“Alright, just like any other mission.” She glanced at the transmorgifier on her wrist. It resembled a wristwatch, but it was anything but. This device allowed her to blend in with the locals on the planet without causing chaos. Backwater planets such as Earth, as she had learned the hard way, had only made it to their moon within the last one hundred years and had clearly not been adjusted to other life forms visiting them. “Wonder what I’ll look like as a dragon.” She stepped into the teleporter. Her molecules were scattered about as they were shot down the planet's surface at the speed of light.
Stella woke on her back, her brain still foggy from the trip through space. The lush green fields and colorful flora were off-putting when dragons occupied the planet. She slowly rose and looked around, tapping the comm in her ear. “S1M, I’ve landed safely. About to transmorgify, do we have the species data?”
“Confirmed landing zone,” S1M replied. “Data should be uploaded. Clear to transmorgrify.”
“Clear.” Stella pressed the buttons on both sides of the watch face and waited. The process was quick and painless, as it nullified any pain while stretching, squashing, or growing bones, a fatal flaw with the last model. For the sake of privacy as well, it covered her body in light. A downside to this is it tended to attract attention. In a few seconds, Stella had become another dragon on Planet 45-D83: black scales and white claws. The mainsails of her wings kept her rainbow colors, possibly the one trait that would make her stand out the most. The claws on her front and hind paws and the two curled horns on her head were pure white. “Well, aren’t I beautiful?” She stretched her wings as far as they could, feeling the power they held. The holster holding her stun gun was strapped to her flank; a lot of good it would do her, though, with no fingers. The transmorgifier was also still on her body, wrapped around the wrist bone of her right front leg. It stuck out, but there was no way to cloak them yet. Her skintight suit had assimilated with her new form, so she wouldn’t be naked when she changed back, not like S1M cared. She didn’t care about that either.
“Reading’s show transmogrification is complete.” S1M’s voice came through the comm still in her pointed draconic ear. “Any errors or misgenerations?”
“No, we are all set, S1M.” Stella heard her voice loud and clear, but S1M reeled from the other side of the comm, falling over in pain. “What? What’s wrong?”
“Mistress, I must ask you to stop!” S1M frantically shouted, causing Stella to stop, but wanting to dig more into the issue. “You can’t speak standard anymore. Let me get the translator operational. Meanwhile, please cease communicating unless you have an emergency for 3 minutes.” Some light obscenities could be heard from the other end, but Stella didn’t respond. She must have been roaring into the comm.
“Alright then.” She began exploring the planet on foot, heading toward what looked like a populated area to the west. She had to get used to walking on four legs rather than two. On her way, birds flew down low and seemingly examined her but didn’t attack. They seemed curious about the new dragon in the valley. Going with the flow, she let them be and continued. Other dragons flew overhead as she got closer.
The settlement was nothing special. The ground was cobblestone and roughly stamped into the ground. Small huts were haphazardly placed along the rocky road, the entrances no taller than her. Other dragons spoke to each other in a language she could now understand. They spoke about the flying conditions today, how animals that she had never heard of were behaving, and other family matters. Once she reached the center of the street, everyone seemed to stop and look at her, especially males.
“Hi, everyone.” She had roared in their tongue. “I am from the other side of the planet. I wish to say hello and meet everyone.” When it came to greeting foreign species, a few methods had proven to work. First, you could look the part and observe for a while, try to pick up on local customs and behaviors, and then try to interact with the locals. The second was to go in cold and hope for the best. This method usually worked for contract workers like bounty hunters and others who could defend themselves easily. There was also the ‘hope for the best’ method with species like these dragons. They are not technologically advanced, very social, and rely on each other. Say you’re from another side of the planet and wish to say hi. They wouldn’t understand that you’re from another planet, and if you look different, they could likely kill you.
The males turned and looked at her with a lustful gaze. She could tell they were males quite easily. One, their dicks were visible on their body, and they were growing erect. Second, their heads had a discolored, more rigid patch of scales around the forehead. This was probably how they moved things around if they didn’t carry it: by pushing it on or through the ground with their heads. Draclings popped out of a few huts, wondering what was happening. They only had a solid color and very short, stubby wings.
The females pulled them back into their huts and disappeared. The males came closer to her, a horny look in their eyes. “Now, boys. I’m not interested in courtship.”
“New female.” A purple dragon said as they all approached. “Must do ritual.” His eyes showed no sign of letting up. The other males agreed. The ritual was in order.
“What ritual?” She asked calmly, slowly stepping back.
“Mating ritual.” An orange dragon with red stripes along his back said between pants. “You no smell like our tribe.”
“I see.” Stella had encountered this before but was on a peace mission. If she ran away, she’d potentially cause discourse and cause even more trouble for anyone else who tried to gather data on this planet. She allowed the boys to surround her. “So be it.” She crouched into a mating position: legs underneath her and wings tucked in.
The purple dragon didn’t waste any time. He practically sprinted behind Stella and mounted her. She felt his hot dick poke against her body, trying to blindly find her pussy. While he did that, a green dragon with blue markings that resembled scratches approached her from the front. It was then that she got a good look at a dragon dick. Flared ridges down the back of the neck, a pointed head, and a ginormous knot at the base. “Please be gentle,” Stella said as the green dragon aimed his dick at her maw.
Stella didn’t know if he responded because the dick was instantly thrust into her mouth. It filled her long snout, giving her an idea of what she had become. She had a lingering thought in the back of her head, ‘If I don’t satisfy them, will they kill me?’ Probably not, but she didn’t want to risk it; she put her heart and soul into this breeding. She ran her tongue up and down the dick inside her maw, tasting and feeling every vein, every wrinkle of skin, and flavor he had to offer. It wasn’t as salty as she expected it to be, instead leaning on the fresher side of the flavor spectrum. The sweetness of the precum was delicious. Fruit must be a big part of their diet. Suddenly, the purple dragon hit his target and thrust his length inside of her. She nearly bit down on the dick inside of her maw. This wasn’t her first rodeo with sex, but having oral sex with beasts was. And so far, she was enjoying every bit of it. The purple dragon’s medial ring was hitting every button of her dragon body.
“Mistress, come in.” S1M chimed in on the comm. “I have found more info on the planet. This time of year is mating season. The pheromones in the air may put your new body into heat. We have permission to halt our research if this hinders our results.” Nothing but sloppy sounds came through on the comm. All S1M could see from the camera embedded in the contact lens was a dragon’s lower flank and dick being thrust toward the camera over and over. “Oh my. Mistress, are you alright?” Stella let out a muffled growl, which translated to ‘I’m fine.’
The pheromones were getting to her, and she couldn’t care less. The musk from these dragons was driving her wild. The green dragon thrusting into her maw began grunting and pushing harder. Before long, he released a primal roar, and sweet cum shot from his dick, filling her mouth and flowing down her throat. The purple dragon followed suit, roaring and filling her pussy. As was the order of things, two more dragons stepped up and filled her holes.
Stella was curled up in a makeshift nest in her ship two weeks later. Turns out, if you’re pregnant, the transmorgifier won’t register that more than one individual is within its radius and won’t function. She had to wait it out while the clutch of eggs in her womb finished incubating. S1M installed an auto-translate collar on her neck so he didn’t have to translate through the ship’s onboard computer. Stella roared from the nest. The collar translated: “S1M! The eggs are cramping me again!”
“Yes, Mistress,” Sim replied as he massaged her white stomach, now softer to accommodate the ever-increasing size clutch in her womb. “How much longer until you lay, my lady?”
“I don’t know, S1M. I didn’t get a solid answer from the dragons,” she growled. “At least we learned to check for mating seasons, right?”
“Mistress,” S1M asked, “What are we going to do when the eggs hatch?”
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