Good , she thought. Let it think I’m a broken tool returning to the womb.
“No more waiting,” she whispered. Entry was simple. The factory’s outer husk was riddled with exhaust vents, each one a sphincter of heated metal. Kyri shifted—not fully into dragon, but into a half-form : wings folded tight, limbs elongated, her phallus unsheathed and slick with a natural pheromone that mimicked the factory’s own lubricating fluids. Alons Factory - Futanari Dragon Quest.epubl
She was not what most stories called a dragon. Good , she thought
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Twenty small dragons emerged, each one glistening, each one bearing the same twin gift she did. They looked up at her with curious, hungry eyes. each one glistening
Then she pulled out, leaving the foreman a drooling husk.