[There are times when an author listens to the voices of his or her characters and finds that they have a life of their own and a need to share their ideas. This story, I am sorry, is one such piece. More Dragon than Futa it tells of the re-emergence of Ka, the first great dragon. It is longer (over two parts), more action than sex but brings to a close the first saga of the great cosmic Futa Dragon born in the body of a damaged and frightened woman. I hope you enjoy.]
The Platten home was not just a house it was a mansion of epic size. It was not pure self-indulgence, it did contain a sizeable computer processing centre, but at one time it had contained three adults and a shy but mischievous child. It had been the base of operations for the early configuration of Platten Computer Corporation. The lower story containing as many cubicles for part time programmers and hardware specialists as it did bedrooms and bathrooms. There were quarters for more staff than currently served and one of these rooms was ostensibly made up as Fiona's rooms. In reality Jemma had hoped that the Futa woman would not spend many nights away from her own bed when they were in residence.
Jemma Platten's brief appearance at the university had not caused any problems for George. Fiona had been worried that the lecturer who had identified Jemma for whom she was would associate her with George. The man, it seemed, was oblivious to the relationship and had not treated George any differently when they came back from their short break. Jemma had left them before they returned to the university campus. Her laptop and gear that George had forbidden them to have when they set out safely returned to her by the man from the baggage compartment he had locked in the storage of Fiona's flitter.
It had been easy to get Fiona's masters degrees accelerated. The woman had almost finalised her presentation and had only taken another month to polish it properly, along with several papers she presented on the subject of the symposium she had attended before returning to university. She had been given the awards with honours. She had arranged to have her tutoring and advisory roles taken over by another master's student but also gave her new email and vid link addresses to several students with which she had gotten quite friendly.
Fiona's mind was awhirl with worries. It had taken George almost a ten-day to get her settled. She presented her thesis, Management of Biomechanical Interactions with Flesh Response Real Time Feedback, to a very impressed audience. When she had presented her especially designed underwear to several of the female adjudicators they had come back with even more glowing praise of her work and her theories. They were even more surprised when the CEO of Platten Computer Corporation had already taken the patent from the woman and was on the verge of marketing it.
Sara had been overjoyed at the news when Fiona had personally came and presented her with the contracts to supply millions of the items. The women had spent almost half a day in bed in celebration. Fiona had told the little Asian woman that her adopted sister and her husbands had been very keen to meet her. "Little slut Sara only want Fiona's Dragon cock now," the little woman had told her shyly. "Not married big ox and brother, brother, brother. Little Dove flying away."
"Where will you go, Sara? Who will make these things for us now?" Fiona had asked worriedly. She was upset that she had caused her little tailor to take such drastic actions.
"Sara already have place on Thallix II. Have big factory with help from Sara obasans. We no longer slaves to ox," the woman had said happily.
Fiona began to realise the true situation. She helped Sara leave as soon as she could. It took only a matter of days. Fiona had come back to the little shop but the big blonde woman there had gruffly told her that the little traitorous bitch no longer worked there. Fiona was sad because she had not gotten Sara's new contact details. A soft image of a Dove floated in her mind as she sat and drank a coffee while rueing the little woman's departure. Her mind became filled with an address and a comm link protocol.
Sara had happily waved and smiled at her when she contacted the number. The little woman had danced naked around her big home as she showed it off to Fiona over the vid link. "Little Dove happy, Dragon," she said. "Come see me when Dragon come too."
Fiona had promised she would and had hung up happy that her little lover was free.
George had placed the choker around Fiona's throat before she had left him at the spaceport to board the Platten ship. She had giggled. Around George's balls and under the head of his big cock were the silver circlet she had given him attached to another tighter ring with a locking code that George did not know. They were connected by a titanium linked chain that would cause George's cock to bend downwards and not allow him to engage the bone like links in his pillar to make it like steel and ready for sex. Only Fiona could release him from its tight, but not uncomfortable constraint.
George was unaware that another also had the code that had to be whispered to his cock to release him.
She was a shorter version of Fiona, without a cock, whom had promised that if she ever asked would go and take care of George's sexual needs. Linda was a carefree, happy spirit that had confessed to Fiona that she had a soft spot for the couple. Fiona had warned the woman that if she did let her lose on George that it would be simply for sex and nothing else. Linda had hotly confessed that she was more interested in Fiona's cunt than George's cock. The Futa woman had promised the bright eyed girl that if she did have to come to George's sexual rescue that she would more than make it up with unrestricted access to her wet pussy. They had kissed very passionately and wetly to seal the deal.
Fiona wondered if she would ever let Linda use it.
*****
Fiona found herself lying on her back and having her big cock ridden within hours of arriving at Jemma's mansion.
She had been the only passenger on the private ship from
Thes
to
Thallix II
and had spent some of the six hour trip talking with the Boltaron pilot, Petik. Something about the very young looking male struck Fiona as sweet, especially the way he fussed over her to ensure she was comfortable in the big reclining seats and that she was not suffering any discomfort during the flight. She was quite impressed with the powerful body that moved under his dark captain's uniform and wondered how Jemma had ignored such a virile and handsome male. He also spoke a lot about his boss, Jemma Platten. Fiona realised very quickly that Petik was in love with the little woman.
It was not like he came out and told her that straight off but it was in the way his eyes softened and his voice became very husky when he described her. He was worried that she worked too hard and did not take enough time for herself. He also intimated that the CEO spent too much time in her dungeon, his description of Jemma's spacious work office, and not out in the field where she was needed. His concern seemed to go beyond just worrying about a lovely woman for whom he had deep feelings. His tone set Fiona's senses on edge. There was something that the man knew that he was extremely worried about. Fiona did not know how to elicit further information from him at the time.
When Fiona asked Jemma about the young man the woman had barely remembered whom he was until Fiona reminded her that he was her pilot.
"Oh, that Petik!" she exclaimed. "A very nice young man. I am surprised he has not found a wife yet. Many of the young girls around the place seem to mention how cute he is."
"You have not looked at him as a bed partner?" Fiona asked the woman as she was on her knees licking and sucking Fiona's cock before the woman had even taken her skirt off.
