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 TITLE: Alixidor's Daughters
PART: 1 - Alixidor and the Egg
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: MF 1st F1st anal piv impreg cons size inc ScFi fant nonhuman
UNIVERSE: Nexus Empire
SUMMARY: Alixidor's life becomes a lot better, and sexier, when he is
given a mysterious egg.  Set in the Nexus Empire, an original space fantasy
setting of my own devising.

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   "Keep an eye on this for a while, would you, Al?"

   Alixidor mumbled something noncommital, hypnotized by the sight of
Hirake's gorgeous green ass coming up and letting his giant foot-long cock
pop free of her rosebud.  "Sure, Hirake."

   He sighed blissfully.  The luscious little goblin - half his height -
had just fucked her ass on his massive cock, and both their brains out in
the process.  She swayed a bit, steadying herself, and began buckling on
her clothes once more.  "Keep it out of sight," she went on.  "I don't
expect anyone down here will even know what it is, but best to take no
chances."

   Alixidor's eyes were glued to her bushy green-haired pussy and her
succulent boobs before they were covered by her clothing once more, and a
little blood was able to return to his brain.  "What is this now?"

   Hirake snorted - a indelicate yet still cute sound - with amusement. 
"It's hot merchandise, is what it is.  Need to stash it till the heat's
off, then I can fence it to the right buyer." She gestured to the
plasticrate she'd dropped carelessly in the corner before she'd pounced on
him and ravished him.  Through its translucent casing, Alixidor saw
something large and oblong, bigger than his head.

   "Is that..." He scratched his head.  "...some kind of egg?"

   "Yup," Hirake confirmed as she pulled on her boots and strapped on her
impressive array of laser pistols.

   "What's in it?" he wondered.

   The goblin grinned cheekily at him and lightly touched her green finger
to the sensitive triangle of flesh where his shaft met the cockhead,
wresting a low groan from him.  "That would be telling."

   "But is it going to hatch?" he retained enough presence of mind - barely
- to ask.

   "Nah," Hirake assured him.  "It's not fertilized.  The momma just popped
it out, no dah involved.  If you don't know what it is, any psychic
blankets the fuzz put out will miss you; though I doubt they'd bother
putting one down here anyway.  I'm going to Tanthor, see you in a couple
months, love."

   She kissed his swollen cockhead goodbye, smearing her plush dark green
lips with his precum, and sauntered out as he sputtered.  He rushed to the
door, trying not to trip over his trousers - which were at his ankles - in
time to see Hirake zooming off in her stealthskin starspeeder.

   And so it was just him at the farm again.

   Alixidor was 19.  In the Nexus Empire, it meant that, as of a year ago,
he was old enough to vote and run for parliament, old enough to pilot a
starship, old enough to be drafted - and old enough to be taken off the
Skytown orphanage and dumped groundside to be put in charge of a small
synthsource plot, or 'farm' as they were colloquially known.

   On the remote world of Iarkov III, only the poor working class lived
groundside; the middle class and rich - and the children supported by the
state until such time as they turned 18, like Alixidor - lived in the
floating skytowns.  Not that the surface was bad; it was tranquil and
lushly vegetated, and no one ever bothered him.

   Well, no one other than the various females who kept popping into his
life.  Girls of all ages and species seemed to go agog over his massive
foot-long cock, and had been regularly ravishing him for the past year.  He
didn't meet nearly as many girls since he'd left the Skytown he'd grown up
in, but several he'd already known still came by to fuck his brains out,
the goblin Hirake one of them.

   Hirake had never explained exactly what she did, just calling herself an
acquisitions specialist.  Alixidor didn't really care, honestly; she was a
butt girl, and as much as she loved giving him head or having her pussy
fucked, she loved taking his monster up her tight little green ass even
more.

   A beep from the holo display alerted him that one of the cattle had gone
into heat.  He perked up; Hirake might be gone, but that didn't mean he had
to put his sex life on hold while waiting for another liaison to randomly
barge in.  The 'cattle' on Iarkov III were actually a mostly sentient alien
species - debate raged as to whether they were highly intelligent animals
or really dumb true sentients - that the locals called 'cowgirls'.

   Cowgirl milk was one of the commodities that a synthsource plot farmed,
so breeding them regularly was a must for a plotfarmer such as himself;
however, males of the species were in high demand and there weren't nearly
enough to go around.  To circumvent this, the planetary government
encouraged plotfarmers to 'personally' breed the cowgirls; few plotfarmers
did so, disgusted by the 'filthy aliens', but the government had created a
stipend law to reward those who did.

   Alixidor had no problems with the cowgirls - a young lass of the species
had befriended him up in Skytown, and as far as he was concerned they were
full sentients, if a bit simple - so he received extra income just for
doing what he would have done anyway, fucking the eager horny cowgirls once
they went into heat.  And often when they weren't in heat; the cowgirls
would fill the nights with soft lowing for him, once they had felt his
cock, the same way females of any species seemed to crave him.

   A few hours later he returned to his chambers.  Bessie had been
especially eager this morning, but he was certain now that she had to be
pregnant multiple times over.  Seeing the plasticrate in the corner
reminded him of Hirake's 'hot merchandise', and he opened the container to
take a look at what was inside.

   Instantly a strong aroma filled his nostrils, and he inhaled sharply. 
His skin tingled, heat flushed his body, and his cock throbbed in his
trousers, despite having been recently tired out with Bessie.  "What the
hell?" he muttered, trying to keep from panting for breath.  The front of
his trousers rapidly stained heavily with his pre as he reached in and
picked up the egg.

   Touching the egg only made the lust stronger.  He involuntarily dropped
it from nerveless fingers trembling with desire, and it landed on the top
of the plasticrate, wobbling slightly but unharmed.  Desire fired his
actions, and he fished his cock out of his trousers, which had swollen up
into his enormous pillar of curved dickmeat.

   Groaning like a beast, he gripped his monster in his hands - one near
the cockhead, the other near the base - and began jacking himself off.  He
was so thick that he couldn't quite make his fingers meet, but that didn't
stop him from stroking furiously.  He was so on fire with need he couldn't
even spare the time to go out and find another horny cowgirl, he had to get
off NOW.

   Precum gushed from his cumslit and poured liberally down his shaft as he
beat his meat, and with a shuddering roar guttering in his throat, he
spunked.  Long thick ropes of his jizz squirted forth to blast the egg
directly.  He cried out in deep groans of rapture as he cummed and cummed.

   His load was always so much larger than a normal male's, of nearly any
species; he'd been compared to a titan before in that regard.  And so the
egg was coated in layers of his cockmilk before he was done, with the
mysterious lust-madness gone as he breathed heavily.  "Oops," he said,
seeing the egg completely slathered in his jizz.  He hoped Hirake wouldn't
be cross with him for dirtying up her prize.

   Of course, given how much she enjoyed his cum, he didn't think she'd be
too upset.  Still, he should probably wipe it off.  He fished a packet of
glitteract nanodust from the closet - those tiny magitech nanites, common
to households across the nine galaxies of the Nexus Empire, were adept at
sucking up unwanted foreign material from objects, so he planned to open a
packet over the egg.

   But as soon as he turned back to the egg, he noted with a furrowed brow
that his cum seemed already half-gone.  Before his eyes, more of it
disappeared, and he realized with amazement that the egg was absorbing his
jizz through its surface.  What the hell kind of egg was this?  he
wondered. Was that some kind of defensive mechanism, absorbing anything
foreign and potentially harmful to it?

   Alixidor decided he was just glad that, whatever it was, it wouldn't
hatch.

   He went back to work outside, checking on the pregnant cowgirls,
harvesting the daily crop of ferro-beets, and checking the ambient ley
nuances.  By the time he finished his daily routine, all three suns had set
and four of Iarkov III's fifteen moons had risen, draping the lush world in
glimmering shades of soft lavender.

   Alixidor had just come out of the aquasonic shower - a minor luxury his
extra income afforded him; most plotfarmers just used glitteract nanodust
to clean themselves - feeling much rejuvenated and ready to fall in bed,
when he heard a sharp crack.  Jerking into alertness, he looked all around
and saw with horror that the egg had fallen on the wooden floor, and
apparently landed so hard that a crack had appeared along the shell!

   "Oh, no, no, no, no," he murmured, rushing to it and kneeling down.  He
knew he should have put it back inside the plasticrate instead of leaving
it on top!  As he reached down, intending to pick it up, it wobbled, and he
jerked his hands back.  The egg trembled and shook, and more jagged cracks
tore along the outer sheel.

   With growing horror, yet also fascination, Alixidor realized that,
despite Hirake's assurances, the egg was hatching!

   A long snout pierced a hole in the shell, and a talon gored a smaller
hole elsewhere, and the shell started coming apart.  Alixidor's heart
caught in his throat as the shell burst into pieces-

   "Mrrrh?"

   Alixidor remembered to breathe again.  There, attempting to stand on
tiny unsteady legs, was a mewling baby dragon!  It had four limbs and two
wings and a tail, with coloration ranging from lightest pink to deep
magenta.  A newborn infant, it was the size of a monkey, and it was mewling
in the cutest way at him.

   Alixidor instantly fell in love with it.  Its eyes were huge and
trusting as they focused on him, and it crawled over to him where he knelt
and rubbed into his skin, purring.  "Awwwwwww..." The young man was utterly
overcome, and picked it up, cradling it, as its mewling increased.

   It was a gorgeous little beast, in those hues of pinks, and its skin was
soft and satiny.  There were no scales as he would have expected on a
dragon; although there was a mottled color pattern along its flesh, that
resembled scales.  Perhaps scales would grow in later.

   --Daddy-

   Alixidor jerked in startlement as he heard the voice in his head.  He
looked down to see the baby dragon looking up at him with those large
inquisitive eyes.  It was telepathic!  And the voice was female!  And
calling him Daddy?

   Goosebumps ran up his spine as he remembered what Hirake had said. 
'It's not fertilized.  The momma just popped it out, no dah involved.'

   Until he had cummed on it.  He had fertilized a dragon's egg!  He hadn't
even known that was possible!

   But here it was, this miracle - his halfbreed daughter by some quirk of
fate and nature - mewling and purring in his arms, and it, no she, knew who
he was.

   --Food-

   She was hungry.  What did you feed a baby dragon?  Animals?  He hoped
not, but he had taken care of many cowgirl newborns, and so he carried the
baby dragon - his daughter!  - out to the stalls.  "Bessie!" he called, and
the newly bred cowgirl lowed happily to see him.

   Cowgirls gestated quickly; Bessie's boobs were already swelling and
heavy with milk, even though her litter wouldn't be born for a month. 
"Al?" she murmured quietly, the bell around her neck jingling as she craned
her neck to see what he carried.

   "She's a baby dragon," he said breathlessly.  "She's hungry."

   Bessie, bless her simple heart, took the baby dragon in her arms and
brought her to one of her six milk-swollen tits, and his little girl began
suckling happily.

   Alixidor had learned not to get attached to his cowgirl daughters; they
were property of the state, and the state collected them via tesserport
chute within 3 days of their birth, to be sold.  But this baby dragon, by
all the gods and stars and emperors, was his.

   "What's her name?" Bessie asked.  He blinked.  He didn't know; what did
you name a baby dragon?

   Then it came to him.  "Alorie," he whispered, and the cowgirl beamed. 
Al's little star, it meant.

   --Alorie-- came his draconic daughter's telepathic murmur as she suckled
on Bessie's tit, which he knew from personal experience was delicious. 
--Daddy­-

   Alorie grew quickly over the next few days and weeks.  Her limbs
lengthened and she gained strength and confidence, leaping nimbly
everywhere, and catching just enough wind that she could sail in mid-air
for a scant second before coming down again.  Her intelligence grew rapidly
as well, going through childhood stages in just days and already attaining
the consciousness, and draconic physiology, of an 18 year old human girl
after just two weeks.

   Alixidor spent nearly all his free time - that which wasn't spent
nutting inside various horny cowgirls, whether they were in heat or not -
looking up lore on dragons on the database tesserlinks.  There were so many
different varieties of dragons, dozens at least, and he had no idea which
Alorie belonged to.

   All of them, it seemed, could breed with nearly any other species, but
most of these offspring were actual half-breeds, primarily resembling the
non-draconic race in form but with several draconic features.  Clearly,
Alorie didn't belong to any of those, since she had bred true.

   He learned that the females of several dragon species were capable of
having their eggs fertilized while in the womb - by fucking a dragon male,
presumably - but if they had gone too long without breeding (anywhere from
centuries to millennia, depending on the variety of dragon), then the
female could lay unfertilized eggs to clean out her ovaries.  And, as he
had learned personally but the tesserlinks confirmed, the unfertilized eggs
could still be fertilized by a male's jizz, not unlike billions of fish
species throughout the nine galaxies.

   Alorie would curl up in his lap while he browsed the tesserlink entries,
and he'd scratch her head and ears and stroke her back, listening to his
daughter purr.  It was rapidly becoming his favorite sound, and made him
grin every time he heard it.

   He finally narrowed down his daughter's species to three different
varieties, which still left the mystery of her scales.  Two of the
candidates were born scaleless, but gradually grew in scales after the
first few years.  The third one was born with scales, but the scales only
rose through the skin when the dragon was in danger, or in heat or rut
(depending on the gender).

   "Don't suppose you know what species you are, Alorie?" he asked idly.

   "Dragon," she said, her tongue lolling out.  She was capable of speech
now, of course, and not merely simple telepathic words, and Alixidor
laughed.

   "Cheeky girl," he said fondly, and her long throat guttered with a cute
girlish but animalistic giggle.

   Once Alorie had reached a certain size - from snout to tail she was as
long as Alixidor was tall - she stopped growing very quickly.  Apparently
her initial 'childhood' spurt was over, and now that she was an adult, she
would only very slowly grow over the centuries.  She was certainly heavier
now, though he could still carry her around on his muscular shoulders as
she beat her wings and laughed.

   She surprised him one evening, as he ran under the lavender moons with
her on his back, when she lifted her wings and beat them, lifting them both
clear into the air.  "Whoa!" he cried, laughing and terrified all at once.

   "I can fly, Daddy!" she cried triumphantly, holding onto his shoulders
gently but firmly as they soared low across the grasslands.  "I bet I could
fly all the way up to the Skytowns!"

   "I bet you could, little girl!" he called.  A thought sobered him.  "But
maybe you'd better not.  Someone somewhere wanted your egg, and I don't
know what they'd do if they found you hatched here with me."

   "Aw," Alorie said, but his teenage dragon-daughter nonetheless saw the
wisdom of his words and stayed low.  She slept happily in his arms that
night, as she always did, lying half on her daddy and half on his side, on
the single bed of his plotfarm cabin, purring as he stroked her, proud of
herself for flying.  Alixidor had once slept naked, but with a young
daughter sleeping with him now, he'd gotten into the habit of wearing his
trousers to bed, which was a very good thing, because Alorie usually wound
her long pink tail around his leg in her sleep, and having the tail wrapped
around his cock might be a little awkward.

   He was woken up in the middle of the night by Alorie rubbing her body
into his, and inadvertently getting a throbbing reaction from his crotch,
and whining softly.  "Alorie?" he said, his voice husky as he realized his
dragon-daughter's writhing had made him hard.

   "I'm so hot, Daddy," she whimpered, and he suddenly noticed - her
normally soft skin was hard!  Scales had pushed out of her skin, matching
the mottled pattern on her pink flesh.  The young dragon was rubbing
herself on her daddy's body, and he felt a wet stain on his side where her
naked crotch was.

   He suddenly realized: his daughter had just gone into her first heat! 
"It's okay, Alorie," he said.  What could he do for her?

   Alorie took matters into her own hands, however, as her lust overtook
her.  She leapt up, carried aloft with a couple beats of her wings, and
landed fully atop her 19 year old father, humping her naked teen-dragon
pussy on her daddy's treacherously hard pants bulge.

   "Alorie," he gasped, incredibly hard and turned on, but not knowing how
to handle this.

   "I need you, Daddy," she whined, and with her lower limbs, she
dexterously snagged the hem of his pants and ripped it, literally ripped
it, clean off.  His massive boner, a foot-long shaft bulging with thick
twisting veins and as thick as his muscular forearm, sprang out to beat
along her long draconic torso, the second-softest place on her now-scaled
body.

   She moaned, a sultry lusty cadence added to her usual purr, as his
precum moistened her torso, and the sound made Alixidor's breath hitch in
his throat.  "Alorie," he said again, "we need to--"

   The young dragon-girl cut him off, holding his arms and legs down with
her own four limbs and pinning him with draconic strength, as her tail
darted dexterously between their bodies to wrap around the base of his
thick bulging shaft, lifting his fuckpole up to where her pink pussy - the
altogether softest, and wettest, place of her now-scaled body - dripped
incestuous fuckhoney down his curved manhood.

   "Alorie..." Alixidor groaned, but there was no hesitation in his voice
now, only the thick desire of a man stoked by his lusty young
dragon-daughter in heat.  She plunged her body down on him, letting his
huge cock part the virgin petals of her tight cunt, They hissed in ecstatic
pleasure as his dickmeat thrust slickly into her hot slippery little
fucktunnel.

   "Daddy!" Alorie mewled, "oh yes, Daddy!  You make me feel so good!" His
huge fucktool throbbed and lurched madly inside his own young
dragon-daughter's cunt as she began bucking her body up and down on him,
fucking herself madly on her own daddy's huge cock, the very cock that had
made her.

   Alixidor grunted in bliss as he heaved his sweaty body up into the
dragonelle's heavy scaled body.  His cock thrust up into her twat, which
practically gushed juices as he spitted her on his tremendous shaft,
pistoning into her again and again as she rode her daddy like her personal
stallion.

   Her soaking wet cunt was incredibly hot - draconic body temperature was
much higher than a human's, obviously - and rippled and convulsed expertly
along his throbbing length as she bounced up and down, hilting her own
daddy's fat long cockmeat balls-deep in her fertile pussy again and again,
roaring with draconic pleasure as her daddy soothed the ache in her core
with his ecstasy-giving fuckstick.

   She was fucking him violently, the entire length of her draconic body
thrashing in the frenzy of her pleasure, and Alixidor could hold back no
longer.  As his cockhead slammed against her cervix, and finally popped
through, catching inside her fertile virgin womb, he cried out, and
squirted thick creamy lust inside his own daughter's horny breeding
fuckhole.

   Alorie shrieked in delight as she felt her daddy's hot potent ropes of
thick cockgunk pump into her, pulsing with every lurch of his jizzing cock.
"Daddddddddddyyyyy!" she roared, and a gout of flame guttered from her
throat in a brief firework that scorched the ceiling.

   Over and over, Alixidor's immense load spurted from his obese nuts,
gushing forth love inside his daughter's fertile womb and impregnating her,
siring a litter upon her as her ovaries were flooded with his potent cum.
Alorie collapsed atop him, her weight pinning him once more (even though
she was no longer actively holding him down with a grip on his arms and
legs), and moaned happily as her scales faded back into her skin, and her
daddy's cock flung the last few gobs of his load into her.

   "Ohhhhh, Daddy," she sighed happily, licking his face.  "Thank you for
making me feel so good!" Alixidor's cock throbbed inside her thoroughly
deflowered, ravished, knocked-up dragon-pussy, as his young daughter fell
asleep atop him, her tail wrapping possessively around his leg.

   The enormity of what had just happened flooded Alixidor's awareness, and
it was scorchingly hot: he had just knocked up his own draconic daughter in
her first heat!  But with all that in his mind, only one thought rose to
the fore of his consciousness.

   He still had no idea what he was going to tell Hirake.

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