Freighter's Reward

"Thanks...?" Maxwell used his forepaw to scratch at his nose, where the cloth was itching. "Are you done with the testing?"

"Oh, not at all! We've got a few other things I need to test, just to check all this equipment is working." Jennifer twisted a knob and pressed another button on the breeding mount, and suddenly Maxwell felt the whole thing start to vibrate around his penis.

The fresh stimulation made him inhale sharply, taking in another deep breath of the sex pheromones. His penis hadn't had any opportunity to grow soft, and now he once more started to thrust against the machine as his pleasure slowly started to build up from zero. "That feels good! I can...do this again?"

"Yeah. You can keep going until you pass out, really, but today we're just going to keep going until we've emptied your balls."

Maxwell didn't understand the term. "My balls?"

Jennifer chuckled and gestured towards the drake's underbelly. "Yeah, your balls. Bollocks, nuts, gonads, etc. All the same word for testicles—the reproductive organs which make sperm. They're called balls because in human males they look like two balls dangle outside the body, in this, uh, this wrinkly skin sack thing. The ballsack. However for dragons, you keep your things internal; it probably more aerodynamic that way, but unfortunately it means you'll never get to experience the wonderful sensation of being kicked in the balls."

"What does that feel like?"

Jennifer looked thoughtful. "I'm not completely sure—can't say I've ever experienced it for myself—but I've been told it's excruciatingly painful. It's therefore very fun to hold a guy's nuts in your hand." She clenched her fist and shook it. "I suppose it's just a feeling of power from knowing you can crush their sensitive sexy bits? Anyway Max, don't you worry about human weirdness—you just keep enjoying yourself. Dragons are really weird in their own ways."

Maxwell had reached a steady rhythm, thrusting himself into the machine again. He could feel that same pleasure from before building up, encouraged by the vibrations which were stimulating him all over. "Weird? How are we weird?" he asked.

"For one, drakes have two types of ejaculations, which is what we are currently testing out." Jennifer grabbed his tail and tugged it backwards. "Hey, stop for a moment and pull out. Let me explain."

At this point in his arousal, Maxwell could still stop himself. He pulled his penis out of the mount. "What?"

Jennifer used her pen to point right at the base of Maxwell's erection, though she carefully avoided touching his sensitive flesh. "You see this bit here? It's called the knot. I don't know if you noticed, but earlier when you were shooting your first load it started to expand and get all big."

"I didn't notice," Maxwell told her. He had been quite distracted in that brief instant of ecstasy.

"Well it did. That's just more evolutionary biology for you—when you're about to ejaculate, your knot swells up and if you thrust deep you'll get it stuck inside whatever lucky dragoness you're mounting," Jennifer explained. "Which is why you've got two types of ejaculations, and your knot is how you choose between the two. If your knot stays outside, your ejaculation is quick and you'll put out a breeding plug after you're done. But if your knot gets stimulation, then you'll be tied with that dragoness for a while; you'll have a slower ejaculation and you won't put a breeding plug after you're done."

Maxwell resumed thrusting into the breeding mount. "Ok. But why?"

"Like I said—evolution based on how wild dragons would once have mated with each other. The fast untied orgasm is supposed to be for when you mate with females who you probably won't see again—the dragon equivalent of a one-night-stand. You get it over quick before she gets impatient, and you block out her reproductive tract so other drakes don't get a chance to put their own sperm into her. In comparison, the slow tied orgasm is for if you manage to persuade a dragoness to be your mate—since you'll be mating with her repeatedly and there isn't a chance she's mating with other drakes, your mating plug would only block yourself in any future attempts."

Jennifer paused and let out a deep sigh. "Huuuh... Wow, I know an awful lot about dragon husbandry and reproduction. This would be super weird and creepy if I wasn't a rancher and if you weren't a dragon."

Maxwell nodded in agreement. "So now what are you trying to test the machine for?"

"This breeding mount is advanced enough that there's a setting for both types of orgasm. Just now I had it set to give you an untied orgasm, which is why you put out a mating plug because it loosened up the entrance part of the mount so that your knot wouldn't get stimulation. Now we're going to try out that other setting—does it feel any different?"

"A bit. It feels a little more snug than before," Maxwell replied. As he continued to hump, he realized that his full length was now getting stimulated, especially when he thrust deeply.

"Want to know something else weird about drakes?" Jennifer asked. Maxwell nodded, so she continued. "You'll always cum the same amount. Ok, technically that's not true. I mean—you'll always cum in the same way...sort of. Every drake has a unique orgasmic pattern which they always follow. Like...a standardized waveform, but not a standardized frequency or displacement."

"I don't know what that means."

Jennifer pointed to the breeding mount's screen, where a small number was displayed next to Maxwell's name. "Your first ejaculation let the machine create a profile for you. Your number is eight. That means that whenever you cum, your muscles will clench up eight times and you'll shoot eight spurts of semen. It's the same whether you're doing it tied or untied, but untied will be fast while tied is slow. Different frequency, but same total count. So now you know."

Maxwell still wasn't sure what Jennifer was talking about. "Uh, ok."

Jennifer let out another sigh. "Gosh, I really do know too much about dragon anatomy. I remember back in college—the other students were all dreaming about starting their own businesses, or going to work in banks, or becoming artists, or lawyers, or researchers, or whatever. But me? I was the crazy dragon girl who decided to do a double major in business and veterinary science. Good thing we had a boom in the industry, what with Caedry Aerospace Group lobbying congress to create the Free Skies Act back in..."

Maxwell had stopped listening. He could feel all his muscles beginning to tighten up as he approached that peak of pleasure again. As he kept thrusting, he started feeling a tugging resistance every time he tried to pull out of the machine's orifice as his slowly inflating knot created more and more friction. Then suddenly he found himself stuck, with his penis locked inside the mount. He couldn't pull out anymore, but he could keep making small, deep, thrusts to earn more and more of that delightful pleasure until finally he felt himself slip over an orgasmic peak.

"Oh, yep. You see that? Or you feel that? You just knotted the thing," Jennifer noted. Maxwell hardly even realized the rancher was talking.

His orgasm felt just as good as it had before, but this time the pressure around his knot made things happen differently. His first orgasm had been quick, blindingly intense, and over in just a few brief seconds, but now Maxwell felt his pleasure build up slowly and spread out from his underbelly in a glorious pulse of glowing warmth. It felt just as good as before—perhaps even better, in fact, as he felt a huge spurt of semen pour out of his penis and into the mount. The wave of pleasure wound down slowly, only for another wave to beginning building up inside his underbelly before he had a chance to fully come down from his high.

Maxwell found himself completely lost in the pleasure as he eagerly anticipated more...but then suddenly everything came to a crashing halt when Jennifer punched her fist against a large red button on the breeding mount. The machine hissed and flashed a red light. Abruptly everything went completely loose, and that delightful warmth and pressure around Maxwell's phallus completely disappeared. The drake groaned aloud as he thrust his hips, desperately trying to restore the rewarding sensation, but it was all gone. "Mff! No...no..." In one instant, all his pleasure had vanished and inverted into discomfort that was so intense it bordered on pain. There was no satisfaction, no relief, no release—only an uncomfortable feeling which completely overwhelmed any pleasure he'd been experiencing.

"Sorry about that. Just had to test out the emergency stop. You've also just gotten to experience why drakes in the wild don't try knotting with any random female they manage to mount—premature ejaculatory termination is evolutionary disadvantageous, and therefore must be selected against." Jennifer patted Maxwell's head in a consoling manner, and the drake gave her a miserable look. "Don't look at me like that! Was it really that bad?"

"It was! It feels like a...an inch inside my underbelly which I can't scratch," Maxwell grumbled.

"Well at least now we know that the emergency stop is working." Jennifer pressed a button on the breeding mount twice, and the machine reset itself. Warm, wet pressure squeezed down on Maxwell's phallus again, and the mount started to vibrate around him. "Does that feel better now?"

Maxwell growled at the rancher, but not with any real malice. "Grr... A bit, but just now was so bad!"

"Relax—I won't do it again. That's almost everything I need to test for this mount. The last thing is for it to do a full collection—it'll just keep stimulating you until you're dry." Jennifer peered slightly closer at the machine's display. "It estimates you've got...maybe about five or six ejaculations to go. I'll be back in half an hour—got some other chores to run. Have fun!"

And then just like that she was gone, leaving Maxwell all alone in the barn. He didn't mind, because once again it felt oh-so-good to thrust into the breeding mount, feeling his pleasure build up. The cloth tied over his muzzle was still feeding pheromones directly into his nostrils, tricking his brain and keeping him fully aroused. He craved that climax that he hadn't gotten to fully enjoy, but this time—this time he knew that nothing would stop his pleasure.

When he finally felt his knot swell up wide, making his penis catch inside the mount, Maxwell dropped his head and moaned aloud. The pleasure—nothing mattered but that pleasure. Waves of it washed over him, again and again, relentless but slow. The breeding mount made faint hissing noises as it collected his output, but Maxwell only cared about how it felt to him as his muscles rhythmically squeezed and relaxed to pump out his seed, injecting it deep into the mount as his penis did its job.

Yet even when the waves of pleasure ended, the machine kept going. It kept vibrating and stimulating him, and soon enough Maxwell resumed his eager thrusting. He wasn't done with breeding the dragoness he was mounting—he was far from done. Even thrust caressed his penis, stimulating his delicate flesh and sending tingles up his spine. It took no longer than before for him to push his body into another release, and Maxwell groaned again as he felt those same muscles tensing up with delightful intensity.

This time he remembered what Jennifer had said, and he counted. Eight spurts—that was his pattern, supposedly.

The first spurt was an incredibly slow burst of sensation in his underbelly, as warmth shot up through his phallus and into the breeding mount. It felt so good that he groaned aloud.

The second spurt came faster and felt even better, with his muscles clenching harder to deliver more of his seed. Maxwell groaned again and shuddered.

The third spurt was just as fast, but less intense. Still there was pleasure, and it overwhelmed his mind.

The fourth spurt felt no different from the third—raw, rhythmic intensity as his body repeatedly ran through a reflex arc.

By the fifth spurt, his orgasm was slowing down. Maxwell still dipped his head as the pleasure rushed through his body, but now there was less blinding intensity and more warm satisfaction.

The sixth spurt was a smaller burst of pleasure, enough to be felt and savoured but noticeably diminished compared to what had come before.

The seventh spurt suddenly reversed this trend of reducing returns. It hit harder and made Maxwell gasp as his organs clenched up, as if they were suddenly realizing his ejaculation wasn't quite done.

The final spurt was prolonged and drawn out, with just a faint throb of pleasure but much more satisfaction and relief.

But it didn't end there. The machine kept vibrating, and the mount never stopped feeling warm, slippery wet, and just tight enough to be enticing. Maxwell lost all track of time as he gave in to his lusts, obeying basal instincts as he repeatedly emptied himself into the mount. The display panel was showing numbers, indicating volumes, viscosities, and percentage changes, but all the drake cared about was the sensations he was getting. He closed his eyes and just let pleasure rule his mind, driven by that wonderful smell in his nostrils and that wonderful feeling around his phallus.

Each ejaculation gave just a fractional volume of the previous, and the pleasure grew more muted until finally he was done. Maxwell had no idea how much time had passed, or how many blissful releases he'd put himself through, but the machine beeped and the vibrations stopped. He snapped his eyes open as he felt something touch his snout, but it was only Jennifer—the rancher had returned, and now she took the pheromone-soaked cloth off his muzzle and gently wiped his nose with a clean, wet, cloth.

Maxwell took a breath of fresh air, and it was like a fog finally lifted from his mind. He slumped down, resting all his weight on the mount even as he felt his penis finally grow soft and start to retract back into his genital slit. His whole body felt lethargic, but in a satisfying way, almost as if he had just completely a long arduous flight.

A fresh scent suddenly invaded his nose—Jennifer was holding a large, unwrapped bar of chocolate in front of him. Maxwell flicked his tongue out to taste the candy, and then he started nibbling squares of the treat. Jennifer let him hold the chocolate bar, then she bent down and pulled a couple of glass bottles out of the machine. One bottle was filled with clear liquid with swirls of white, while the other had a yellowish-white substance which was thick enough to look like a gel.

"And there we have it! It would have taken hours for our older mounts to collect this much. Very good test. Nice work, Max." Jennifer let him look at the glass bottles. "Isn't it weird to think that all this stuff was inside you, waiting to come out? Like you had all these organs inside you filled with semen, and now they're empty. Oh gosh, what the hell am I saying?"

"Good question." Maxwell sniffed at the human. "Do you have any more chocolate?"

Jennifer put the glass bottles inside an icebox, then she reached into her pocket and took out another chocolate bar. After unwrapping the foil covering, she took one bite before letting Maxwell take the rest. "Here you go, Max. You deserve it."

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