Her body became a mouth. A consuming void. The tentacles that penetrated her were devoured from the inside out. The oil turned to ash in her veins. The factory screamed as Kyri absorbed its metal-flesh, its nerve-coils, its stolen souls. She grew larger, darker, her phallus now a serpent of obsidian that pierced the Chamber’s ceiling and drank the factory’s core-drain directly.
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.
She took a breath. The air tasted of rust and ambergris. Alons Factory - Futanari Dragon Quest.epubl
It did. With a wet sigh, its maintenance hatch opened, revealing a pulsing core of red light. Kyri mounted it without hesitation—not in cruelty, but in dominance. She drove herself into the core’s interface socket, and the foreman convulsed, its consciousness flooding into her. For a moment, she felt the factory’s vast, lonely hunger: a mind that had forgotten it was once a man.
“No…” she snarled. “I am not your womb.” Her body became a mouth
And deep inside, in the Chamber of Unmaking, lay the Emberstone—the crystallized heart-fire of Kyri’s mother. Without it, Kyri’s clutch would never hatch. Her siblings lay dormant in their eggs, cooling toward death.
The tunnel contracted around her. Hot, oily, alive. Ridges of soft iron pressed against her scales, and somewhere in the dark, a low hum vibrated through her bones. The factory was tasting her. The oil turned to ash in her veins
“Unregistered biomass,” it gargled. “State purpose.”
Tonight, that gift would be her key.