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Kyri’s mother’s voice whispered from it: Daughter. You came.

Kyri stepped forward, letting her pheromones bloom. The foreman’s ocular stalks trembled. She reached up, cupped its main lens, and spoke in the old dragon-tongue: Yield.

“I always come,” Kyri said.

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.

Good , she thought. Let it think I’m a broken tool returning to the womb. Alons Factory - Futanari Dragon Quest.epubl

In the volcanic nest, her siblings’ eggs cracked.

Not into dragon. Not into half-form.

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.