Dragonwings

NOTES: The sentinel senses are there, but how he gets them is different. No summary because I don't want to spoil it. Its definitly NC-17. There is a part that may be non-con later in the story. I don't think it is, but some might think it is so I should warn to avoid being hung.

Chapter One

Jim Ellison stood in line with the other seven members of his training team outside the Hatchery. He felt a swell of pride in his heart as he realized that he, that they had passed. Passed the most rigorious, brutal, and deadly training ever known to prepare themselves for what was to come. Many a man and woman had fallen to the training wether to defeat or death, it was all the same. They had failed, and they did not need failures when the enemy was closing in.

A man in a white coat stepped out through a metal door that opened automatically at his approach. He motioned for Jim's team to enter, for that was what they were. Jim's team. Jim had excelled byeond his classmates, and was therefor to be honored with the command of the team once the final phase was complete.

Jim led his men into the Hatchery. There was no nervousness among them, no hint of fear. After the training, they feared only one thing, and that was yet to come.

Jim was last to be laid out on the table, completely nude. An IV was placed in his right hand, another in the large vein in his left thigh.

"Curl up into a fetal position." One of the lab coated men ordered, and Jim did as he was told, quick to obey as he had been taught. It was then another needle was placed in the small of his back into his spine. Cold liquids entered his body through the IV's, streaming through his blood vessels. They burned as they wove their way through his body, but Jim ignored the pain. The training had taught him there was worse pain, and to endure what pain was inflicted.

It didn't take long before the chemicals began their work. Jim shivered as he sweated from his pours, not saline, but a liquid ooze, dark in color, almost like blood. Not only from his pores, but from his anus, and piss slit. The dark liquid covered him, and gelled. Then more liquid, lighter in color but still a deep red poured from the tiny holes in the gelled liquid. This too completely covered the body of one Jim Ellison. The process continued. More liquid forming more layers around the fetal body, the later layers  hardening more than the first layers. Eventually the last layer formed. A hard black shell like obsidian covered the egg shaped incubator where deep inside a human began to change.

The huge egg was lifted, and placed in a nest among seven other eggs, all smaller, all brown in color. Above the nest was a heated lamp whose tempatures reached in the hundreds of degrees.

Each day the scientist came to check of the many nest of eight eggs they had. Each nest contained one black egg, and seven brown eggs. What test could be performed were done on the eggs. A machine turned them each day, and the scientists waited, smiling and congratulating each other. Already nicknames had been given to the eggs, some attachment were formed, but every scientist knew not to get their hopes up too much. One in twelve eggs never hatched. And the one time they had cracked open an unhatched eggs, many a scientists had lost their lunch upon the sight of the deformed grotessque thing found inside the egg.

Time passed. Inside the egg, the bodies of the humans were tortured by chemicals designed by those scientists. Twisted, and deformed, their hearts pounding along with the pulsing of pain. The creatures within the eggs barely conscious of what was happening, aware of only pain.

Eventually even the pain became a memory, and the only conscious knowledge the occupants of the eggs had was the steady noise of the heartbeats that surrounded them. Their own heartbeats, the heartbeats of their siblings, and the movement of men outside the egg that had become thier home.

And then the hatching began as the first small crack appeared on a brown egg.

The scientists split into groups, each going to a nest to watch as the eggs hatched. There was little they could do to help. The one inside must emerge from the egg by themselves, or they would suffer from heart and lung problems, though no scientists knew why that was.

The scientists that watched the brown eggs hatch in the nest where Ellison's own black egg sat unmoving watching the dark egg with dissapointment. If the black egg did not hatch, the entire litter would have to be destroyed. A waste, when so many were needed for the ongoing war that threatened Earth.

When the black egg cracked down its center, the scientists gave a cheer, but the black egg was still slow in hatching. The brown eggs were torn competely open, and the seven human males, nude, covered in a slimy substance lay among the shards of their eggs, shivering despite the heating lamp, unable to speak, or move. The scientists used soft towels to dry off the eggs' occupants. By the time the tohers were dry, the black egg was completely hatched spilling out its human occupant also shivering and covered with the slimy liquid. He, too, could not speak at first, though his memories raced through him, and begged him to speak aloud. His limbs did not want to function either, and he felt like a newborn baby, which essentially he was.

The scientists dried him off with towels, words of praise filling Ellison's ears.

Once they were dry, and the heating lamp warmed them, each of the newly hatched men were given bottles of a formula created by the scientists that helped promote the change, and keep them alive.

It would take a few days before each of the hatchlings would regain their ability to move and speak, but they would not have to relearn anything. It was only a weakness in the muscles theat prevented their movements, not a weakness in the mind.

During those days the scientists would care for them. Feeding them the formula through bable bottles, cleaning them up, diapering them, smoothing an oil on their bodies that was quickly absorbed into their skin. Till eventually, the hatchlings, stood, and walked, and was able to pass a rigerous physical and mental tests.

Once that was done, the now Captain Jim Ellison, and his team of seven men were loaded with thier personal belongings onto a shuttle that would send them to the warship they would serve on at the front lines where a war between humans and aliens had been going on for ten years. And the only reason the humans had not already lost the war was because of what was produced in the Hatcheries. The Dragon soldiers like Jim and his men, fearless, deadly, and beautiful, and mankind's only hope.

Jim leaned his head against the clear window of the shuttle staring out into the vastness of space. He used his now enhanced vision to make out that a few of the lights in the depths of space were planets rather than suns. Blinking, Jim turned his head to look at his companion on his right. 1st Lt. Ben Saris was Jim's second in command, but it was only an illusionary role. Like Jim, Saris wore the black uniform with its silver piping down the leg, and the bit of silver at the collar. On his left shoulder was the Dragonwings patch, a stylized dragon with its wings unfolded. Below was the number of their wing group. 35. On the other side, they would receive the patch that would say what ship they served on.

Saris smiled at Jim, a tight smile, but it was genuine. All of Jim's siblings were a bit worried; he could feel it through his link with them. A thin link, it gave him only pictures and some emotions. It would be how they would communicate with each other over the vastness of space.

Jim tried not to admit it in the sibling link, but he, too, was nervous. They were but a few hours away from a rendezvous with one of the great warships that had been produced in the past decade by EllisonCorps. EllisonCorp had managed to get an exclusive government contract to build ships, and weapons making William Ellison a very rich man. Jim was no longer an Ellison, as Ben was no longer a Saris. Though they remembered those names, they knew that those names meant nothing anymore.

The shuttle continued its journey unimpeded. Within a few hours, the enhanced sight of the dragons was able to locate the ships. There were four warships, and three cargo vessels with fighter escorts. The shuttle headed for the largest of the four warships, and its bay doors opened some two hours later to admit the small shuttle.

The shuttle bay was huge, and the little shuttle maneuvered easily though the space to a designated landing spot. As soon as the bay doors were closed, and the bay was repressurized, four men entered through a door on a far wall and headed for the shuttle just as the dragons were exiting down the ramp.  Jim's sharp eyes caught the general stars on the tall black man that led the small group coming toward them. Beside him was another black man wearing the birds of a Colonel. The other two were MP's. Just off the ramp, Jim and his siblings waited, and snapped a sharp salute to the General. The black man returned the salute.

"Welcome to the Grace." The General said.

Jim tried not to wince visibly at the name. Part of EllisonCorps contract said that EllisonCorps would name the ships, not the military. The Grace was the only one with a name associated to the Ellison family.

"Thank you, sir." Jim said with a slight nod. His siblings had fanned out around him in a defensive position. Not that it would be needed, but it was instinctual, and the General knew that. Or should know that. The Grace had five other dragon wings onboard.

"My name is General Simon Banks." The tall black General said. "I command this vessel. This is my second in command, Colonel Joel Taggert."

Jim nodded to the Colonel in greeting.

"Your shuttle arrived on time, I see. Unfortunately, the shuttle carrying the telepaths was delayed. I trust there will be no problems as you wait, I would not want to have to confine you to quarters, but I would hate to have any giant holes in my hull either."

Jim tried not to show any signs of the fear he and his siblings were feeling at the word 'telepath', and calmly answered, "There will be no trouble from me or my men, General."

"Good, I am glad to hear that. The telepath shuttle should reach here in two days time. These men will show you to your quarters. You are on liberty until the shuttle arrives." The General nodded his head, then turned with Taggert at his heels. The two MP's waited while Jim and his siblings grabbed their bags, then turned to exit the shuttle bay. The dragons followed.

They were each led to individual quarters, one of the perks of being a dragon. Each of the rooms had a sitting room, a bathroom, a kitchenette, and a bedroom with a queen sized bed. In Jim's room, he laid his bag on the bed, and opened it to unpack. The MP's had left once all the dragon's had been shown theirs rooms.  Jim unfolded, and hung up his spare uniforms, then placed socks, and underwear in a drawer on the nightstand. Civilian clothes were also hung up as needed.

When he was done unpacking, he placed his bag in the back of the closet, and then headed toward his door. He could feel the restlessness of his siblings after having been stuck in a small shuttle for several hours. He, too, felt that restlessness, and knew he would be needed to keep his siblings in line. The General was right, they didn't need large holes in the hull, and they got messy.  They met up in the hallway outside their rooms. The dragons were glad to be out of the shuttle and were ready to see more of the ship. The ship's computer diagrams on the walls helped them find the ship's officer's lounge.

They walked through the doors of the officer's club, and appraised the room before heading for an empty table. His siblings followed his lead, ignoring the looks they got from the humans, and trying not to look in the direction of the table where a dragon wing sat with telepaths. Instead, Jim and his siblings seated themselves at the table, and when the waiter came by ordered dragon juice. Alcohol no longer being an option, Dragon juice was essentially the same thing the scientists had fed them upon hatching. It tasted good, and helped to keep them healthy and ready for combat.

With the light jazz music playing over the speakers, and the low lighting, the place was relaxing. Jim slumped in his chair, and took a drink, then closed his eyes, listening to the music. He was interrupted when Ben Saris tapped his shoulder and asked, "Hey, Jim, let's play a game of pool."

Jim looked over in the raised area that had pool tables, and air hockey games. Jim nodded, and stood up taking his drink with him. The others followed.

While Ben and Jim set up for a game, the others seated themselves close by on stools to watch.

Jim had been learning the game recently, and was getting better at it, but Saris was still the best. They sat up the game for nine ball, putting the nine balls into a diamond shape. Jim chalked up his pool stick and then lined up the cue ball to break.

He didn't use all his strength, but enough that the cue ball hit the diamond with an audible slap and disintegrated the diamond. Balls went everywhere on the table, and four of them fell into pockets.

"Good break!" Bobby one of Jim's siblings said with a laugh. The others joined him laughing.

The one ball had been one of the four balls to fall into a pocket during the break, so Jim concentrated on getting the two ball into a pocket. Unfortunately it was a tough shot, and the two ball missed the pocket. Jim went over to the stools where the others sat, and took a drink of his juice while he watched Ben chalk up his stick, and try for the two ball. The ball went into the pocket, and the cue ball bounced off the edge and rolled into the center of the table.  Ben smiled at Jim, and the captain knew the game was over. Ben hit the three ball into a corner pocket, then the five ball, the four ball having gone in during the break. Jim shook his head, then headed off the raised area to the bar to order another round of drinks knowing that Ben would sink all the balls not giving Jim another chance.

As Jim walked off the raised area, a young Lt. walked into him deliberately.

"Watch where you are going, dragon." The man said angrily. Jim ignored him, refusing to be baited into losing his temper.

But the man refused to let it go. He grabbed Jim's arm and said, "What's the matter, dragon. You too dumb to understand human speech." The man laughed as did two comrades who had joined him. With a mental command through the sibling link, Jim kept his siblings from coming over to help.

"Let go of my arm." Jim said. His blue eyes glowed like a cat's when it was angry.

"Oooh scary." The lt. said at the sight of Jim's glowing eyes.

Jim was very close to loosing his temper, and disobeying the general by throwing the human through the wall, and leaving a man sized hole in the hull. The fact that it will kill every human in the room was not much of a factor when a dragon's temper was up.

However, one of the telepaths at the table stood up, laying a hand on the dragon on his right, then heading toward the raised area where the men were about to be torn to pieces. He stopped at one table where two off duty MP officers where sitting, and ordered them to follow him.

The MP's did so, and suddenly the telepath was between Jim, and the man who would be a dragon's chew toy very soon.

Jim stepped back away from the telepath, and lowered his head refusing to look at the telepath. The telepath only glanced at Jim, then turned his attention to the foolish Lt. and his two comrades.  The men looked scared.

"You know that it is illegal to bait a dragon. If he had torn you to pieces, he would have been justified. Either you are completely brave, or completely stupid. My guess is the later. The only reason I intervened is because we need all the cannon fodder we can get for this war." The telepath said contemptuously. Then he turned to the MP's, "Arrest them for Baiting a dragon, and disrespecting a superior officer."

The MP's moved to obey. The men protested, but where easily cuffed and led out of the bar. People watched, and shook their heads mumbling about how they would let any idiot into the military now.

The telepath turned to look at Jim who kept his eyes and head down not looking directly at the telepath. "You did good keeping your temper, Captain." And with that compliment he returned to his table.

Jim watched from the corner of his eye as the telepath sat back down in his chair, and the dragon on his right laid his head down on the table leaning towards the telepath who began petting the dragon's short hair, and neck. Jim could hear the dragon purring.

Turning on his heel, Jim went back to his siblings. "Let's leave, and find a gym that is not in use."

The other's looked at the table of dragons and telepaths, and shuddered. Though they had known before they had ever signed up to begin training that they would be paired with a telepath, it was another thing to witness it for themselves.

They nodded agreeing with their captain, and followed him out of the bar. Though the incident was uncommon, there were a few fools in the military who believed dragons to be nothing more than animals, and not worthy of being officers. Luckily they were few and far between.

Fortunatly, they found a gym that was not in use, and Jim placed his hand on the scanner, then requested two hours in zero gravity. The doors opened, and they stepped through. As soon as the doors closed behind them, the gravity was turned off, and the eight of them began to float. They all smiled, then laughed as they pushed off the walls to fly through the air, grabbing rings in the ceiling , and pushing downward from them. They moved through the air, laughing, and enjoying themselves like children, the stress of the day melting away as they came as close to flying as they would until the telepaths came, and they were able to go hunting.

Blair Sandburg stood staring at himself in the bathroom mirror. He reached up to straighten his black and light blue uniform. His fingers brushed the captain's bars on the stiff collar of the uniform. Sighing, Blair gave himself one last look, and then exited the bathroom. He could admit to himself that he was nervous; and worried. After being told by the commander of the Rainier Institute for Telepathic Learning that the shuttle that was supposed to take them to the Grace before their dragons got there was damaged, and another shuttle wouldn't be available for a few days, Blair had blown his top. Though in hindsight, Blair realized that yelling at the commander had done little good. Reminding the man of what he already knew did little good. The commander had told Blair that the General of the Grace could handle the dragons until Blair and his classmates could get their and take over.

Upon exiting the bathroom, Blair bumped into one of his comrades. The older man, Lee Bracket, was one of Blair's friends, and was a strong telepath. He had come just barely under Blair's abilities, and was therefore Blair's second in command.

"I'm glad we are finally heading out." Bracket said to Blair. "I was beginning to worry."

"Me too." Blair answered. "We still have seven hours on this shuttle to endure."

"Don't I know it," Bracket laughed, and entered the bathroom.

Blair smiled, and headed for his seat. As he seated himself, Blair pulled out a briefcase from underneath the chair, and used his thumbprint to unlock it. Inside the case were the records of the dragon chosen for him. He had already memorized everything in the records, thanks to a photographic memory, but Blair still liked to look them over. A nervous habit as they waited to reach the Grace.

A few minutes later, Bracket returned and seated himself beside Blair. After glancing at the records Bracket said, "Who would of thought that a son of William Ellison would join the ranks of the dragons?"

"It is a surprise. He was apparently the eldest son, too. He would have inherited quite a lot of money." Blair said.

"Except now he isn't an Ellison anymore. Have you thought of a name yet?" Lee asked.

Blair shook his head; "I want to see him in true form before I decide on a name. How about you?"

"I've thought about it, but all the names that stick in my head are silly, and already taken. Maybe I'll be like you and become inspired when I see his true form."

"I wish this shuttle would move faster." Blair said.

"If wishes were fishes, we'd walk on the sea." Bracket said.

"That is the silliest thing I've heard." Blair laughed.

Bracket laughed, "I know, my mom used to say that."

Together the two friends laughed and talked as they waited for the shuttle to reach its destination.

After the shuttle settled in the bay, the eight young telepaths exited off the shuttle walking down the ramp, their bags in their hands. They were smiling, and talking amongst themselves.

General Banks, and Colonel Taggert met them at the bottom of the ramp. Each of the men saluted, and Simon saluted back.

"Well, I'm glad you've finally arrived." General Simon said.

"Any problems, sir?" Blair asked.

"A few, but nothing major. No dead bodies, or holes in my hull at least."

The telepaths laughed at that statement. Dragons were strong, but not even they could throw a human being through the thick hull. Though they could make a sizeable dent.

"The dragons were confined to their quarters last night per tradition, and are awaiting you. Colonel Taggert will take you to the rooms." General Banks said as they began walking out of the shuttle bay.

Inside Jim's room, the dragon leader paced. He could feel the nervousness and fear emanating from within the sibling link. The other dragons were just as fearful as Jim about the telepaths, but there was little he could do to comfort them. They knew when they signed up what would happen. But the advantages far outweighed the disadvantages, at least in their opinion. When the war was over, they would receive quite a few privileges. Not the least of which would be land and a home on one of the new colony worlds.

Jim's superior hearing caught the sound of footsteps headed in their direction. Jim glanced around the room, making sure that it was ready for the coming ritual. The candles were in place, the ritual implements were cleaned and laying ready by the bedside. Jim wore only a black kilt with silver snaps, and a silver dragon design on the cloth. He had bathed in the herbal water, cleansed his hair, and combed it. He had not had anything to eat or drink since last night, and his stomach was protesting the fact. He ignored it.

Through the link, Jim knew the others had completed their part of the ritual as he had and were waiting.

The locked door to his room unlocked and Jim sank to his knees in front of his bed, hands behind his back and head down. His hearing told him that the door opened, and someone entered. Footsteps carried him closer to Jim, and the dragon could smell the man's scent.

The telepath walked passed him. Jim got a glimpse of black clad legs as they passed him, and felt the hand brush his short hair. Jim was ready, but the telepath was not.

Blair entered the bathroom where the ritual bath was ready and waiting for him. Blair smiled at that, and began to undress. Once he was nude he climbed into the tub, and began the ritual cleansing. He washed his hair several times being sure that it was clean, and washed his body twice. When he was done, he exited the tub, and used a large soft towel to dry himself off. Hanging on the door was a kilt, black in color with mystical symbols in light blue over the cloth. Blair put the kilt on, snapping the silver snaps together, then walked out of the bathroom barefooted.

Jim had been listening to the telepath as he bathed, and knew the moment he was done. He flinched when the telepath touched his bare shoulder, but the hand did not leave. Instead it moved upward across his neck and through his short hair. The hand continued its petting and much to his surprise and disgust Jim began to purr. The purring was an uncontrollable response to pleasure. Built into them like a cat. The petting continued, and Jim's purring increased.

Another reaction took place at the same time. He could feel it for the first time, and it felt strange. Inside his rectum, the walls began to build a fluid, a lubricating fluid; also an uncontrollable response to pleasure.

The hand was joined by another hand, and they both petted his head, neck, shoulders, and back. Jim still kept his head down knowing not to look his telepath in the eyes, not yet.

Warm lips touched the back of his neck, and kissed their way down his back as the hands moved into the front, rubbing his hairless chest.  A tug on his body had Jim rising following the unspoken command.  Having been taught what to do in training, Jim laid on his stomach on the bed, and tried not to flinch when the telepath straddled his hips.  The oil waiting in the hot water was lifted out, and the warm liquid poured onto his back. The oil was a special oil designed just for dragons.

As the telepath rubbed the oil into his skin, Jim could feel the edges of the telepath's mind in his own, different from the sibling link. The more Jim relaxed beneath the massaging hands, the more of the telepath's mind slowly entered his own. When the oil was used on his legs, Jim could feel the telepath strongly in his mind. He tried not to fight it as he had been taught. To fight it would cause pain, and perhaps even death for both of them.

A tug on his hip, and Jim turned over onto his back, and for the first time looked at the telepath that had come to claim him. The young man's bright blue eyes were filled with lust, and pleasure. His long curly chestnut hair fell over his angelic face as he leaned over Jim to smear the oil into Jim's chest and stomach.

Jim's sense of smell could detect the scent of arousal from the telepath. His sense of touch had increased the moment the telepath had touched him, and had no intention of obeying his orders, and turning down. He felt every ridge of the man's fingers and hands as he rubbed them over Jim's body.

When it was done, the man wiped his hands on the clean wet towel near the bed. The he reached over and grasped the last instrument of the ritual; a black leather collar with a silver buckle. The telepath leaned over, and kissed Jim on the mouth as he buckled the collar around the dragon's neck. Just a symbol that Jim would only have to wear for an hour or so, but it was still a frightening thing to feel around his throat. As the kiss deepened, so did the sink of the telepath's mind into Jim's own mind.

The the hands moved down his body, to his calves, and with a gentle push, the telepath whose name Jim could hear in his mind, Blair, lifted Jim's legs up and opened them. As Jim's hairless legs rested on Blair's shoulders, Blair reached down and pushed the kilt up exposing Jim's bottom, and the anus leaking its clear lubricant.

Then Blair moved aside his own kilt revealing his well-endowed penis, hard and leaking. Taking himself in hand, he guided the head of his large cock to the small virgin opening of Jim's body. With one thrust he pushed the head of his penis into the small anus, and continued forward. Jim's ass stretched to accommodate the large cock until finally Blair's hairy balls rested against Jim's ass cheeks.

There was little pain, only an uncomfortable fullness, and the strange feeling of being stretched. As Blair's cock entered Jim's body, so did his mind enter Jim's mind fully, and found the place that he needed to be. Once that was done, Blair began to fuck the dragon hard, thrusting madly, building up the endorphins he would need to break through the wall in Jim's mind, and open him up to the change.

Jim's body was powerful and strong, and took the hard fucking easily. He tried to fight against the mind entering his, and was reward with a slap to his rear.

{Stop that} A voice said in his mind. {Don't fight me}

Jim stopped fighting, and concentrated on the feel of Blair's cock moving in and out of his ass at an intense pace.

Then suddenly there was a feeling of warmth flooding inside him as the telepath came, and at the same time a painful twisting in his mind as Blair opened up Jim's ability, and bonded to the dragon.

Exhausted, Blair collapsed on top of Jim, his sweat soaked head resting on the dragon's chest. Jim had lost consciousness at the moment of the bonding.

After a few minutes, Blair had caught his breath, and
gently rolled off the dragon’s back. He sat up, and
took a cloth from the warm water by the bed, and used
it to clean both himself, and the dragon up. The
dragon stayed asleep while Blair washed between his
ass cheeks. Blair then replaced the washcloth in the
water, then reached down and unbuckled the leather
collar from around the dragon’s neck. He placed that
on the nightstand, and then unbuckled the kilt,
removing it, and placing it in the laundry chute.
Blair then removed his own kilt also dropping it in
the laundry chute, the settled down on the bed beside
the dragon snuggling up against the warm body, and
wrapping them both in a blanket. With on hand resting
on the back of the dragon’s neck, Blair fell asleep.

Sometime later, Jim opened his eyes. He could feel the
weight of the telepath against his right side, a hand
on his bare neck, the blanket lying over them both. He
yawned, still sleepy from the bonding. He could feel
the telepath like a little bundle in his mind, and he
follow the newly opened passages in his own mind that
was the bond, and the passageway to the change. He
didn’t follow it to the end, training kicking in. He
was not to change unless told to do so by his
telepath. Yawning again, Jim snuggled closer to the
telepath instinctively, and closed his eyes falling
back into sleep.

The next time he awoke, he found himself alone in the
bed, but he could hear the shower going, and knew the
telepath was there.

Jim pushed himself up to his hands and knees with his
arms, then yawned and stretched. He felt the heaviness
in his fingers, and looked down at them. Where there
had been human fingernails where now retractable
silver claws; one of the signs that he had been bonded
to a telepath. He un-flexed his hands, and the claws
disappeared into his fingers.

Rolling to sit on the bed, Jim turned and faced the
bathroom area as the telepath, Blair he remembered,
exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his
hips. The telepath smiled at him, and Jim smiled back,
unsure of what he should do.

Blair walked over, and laid his hand on Jim’s head,
and began to pet him, which of course caused Jim to
begin purring deep in his chest. Blair smiled at that,
and continued to pet him, and the purring deepened as
the pleasure increased. Jim closed his eyes and
relaxed into the pleasure as it built.

Blair felt he could stand there all day and pet the
dragon listening to him purr. It was a pleasant sound,
and Blair could feel the pleasure from the dragon in
his own mind. It was increasing with each touch of
Blair’s hands. Knowing that this was one of the few
pleasures dragons had, he was reluctant to stop.

Eventually however, he did. The purring continued for
a while afterwards. The dragon lay down and stretched
on the bed looking for all the world like a big
contented cat. Blair smiled at the scene as he got
dressed in his own uniform.

Eventually the pleasure subsided, and Jim was able to
think coherently. He got up, and went into the shower
to wash himself. He used the gentle, mild soap and a
washcloth to rub the soap onto his body. When he
rinsed off, he washed his short cut hair, then dried
off with a big fluffy towel that he wrapped around his
hips.

Jim walked out of the bathroom to find that Blair was
fully dressed, and was making up the bed. The stuff
from the ritual had all been put away, and the room
was clean.

Jim removed the towel, and placed it in the laundry
chute, then opened up the dresser drawer to get a pair
of boxers. He put them on over his smooth body, and
then finished dressing into his uniform while Blair
watched from his seat on the bed.

Blair watched the dragon dress. When the towel had
come off, Blair had looked curiously at the smooth
groin of the dragon. It was strange to see, though
Blair had known about it. Like all telepaths, he had
learned about the beginning when the scientists first
created dragons. Both men and women had been changed
into dragons, and it was discovered to late that they
could breed not only with each other but also with
humans. The results were monstrous. Most didn’t
survive full term, other were born so grotesquely
altered they did not survive but a few minutes after
birth.

So the scientists went back to the drawing board. They
made all dragons sexless no matter what their sex was
before. The only way to tell the difference between a
dragon that had once been male, and one that had once
been female was the lack of an Adam’s apple. Giving
them a means to know pleasure through touch, and
express that pleasure by purring compensated the loss
of their sex. A dragon could know such pleasure from
the petting and touching of its body that they could
fall into a blissful state of unawareness. A state
where only instinct and pleasure existed.

When Jim was dressed, he came over to stand in front
of Blair. The telepath reached out. “Let me see.” He
said.

Jim stretched out his arms, and Blair took the Jim’s
left hand, and squeezed the palm. He smiled when he
saw the silver claws un-sheath. Releasing Jim’s hand,
Blair stood up, and smiled up at the dragon. “Guess
its time to see how your siblings are doing.” He said.


Jim nodded. He could feel his siblings through the
link. He could feel the change in them that spoke of
being bonded. However, like Blair, Jim wanted to see
his siblings to be sure they were alright.

The floor beneath them shook as yet another blast hit
the shields that surrounded the Grace. The Ki’hsians
had two battlecruisers waiting for them as the Grace
and the other three ships, the Freedom, the Columbia,
and the Challenger escorted the cargo ships to
Callisto station. The battlecruisers had immediately
begun the attack, launching small two man fighters. So
far the shields were holding, and the Earth warships
had sent out their own fighters and the 18th wing.

In the Wing Launch bay, a huge open space with a
raised platform surrounded by strong plexiglass where
lounging chairs held eight telepaths, and more
lounging chairs remained empty. The telepaths were in
deep trance, an IV in their arms to provide them fluid
and energy as they rode their dragon’s minds.

The 35th wing were getting ready to launch. Jim and
his siblings were stripping out of their uniforms,
placing them in a storage locker, while in the booth,
Blair and his fellow telepaths were getting prepped.

Then the signal came, a horn heard over the speaker.
Blair immediately linked his mind with his dragon, and
opened the passageway fully allowing the change to
begin. The other telepaths had done the same.

From the booth, Blair watched fascinated.

The dragons were on their hands and knees wracked with
shudders caused by pain. Their bodies contorted,
enlarged, and changed. Skin became scales, wings burst
forth from their backs, their heads and necks
elongated, a tail grew from their tailbone.

The change took all of twelve and half minutes. Blair
could feel the edges of the pain caused by the change,
but was not yet deep enough to feel all of it himself.


When the twelve and half minutes were done, Blair
looked at his dragon. As the biggest dragon, Jim was
450ft long from nose to tail. His scales were black as
night with shimmering silver specks that made his body
look like a starscape. His eyes were silvery blue, and
they looked up into the booth to stare into Blair’s
own eyes. Blair smiled, and sent through his mind,
{You’re beautiful.}

There was a hint of laughter from his dragon. Then the
alarm sounded, and the bay depressurized, and the
doors opened.

The coldness of space didn’t bother the dragons, nor
the lack of air. Their own bodies were like nuclear
power plants producing all their energy inside them
from the splitting of atoms. Their bodies were warm,
and protected. The scales were as strong as the
shields on the Grace. And when they opened their
mouths, they could breath fire that had the power of a
30 megaton nuclear warhead.

They moved through space using their wings, which
glowed a bright silver. Their wings served like solar
sails moving them quickly through the depths of space.
As fast as the fastest fighter ship.

And with them in their minds were their telepaths.
Always. The very reason why men and women signed up to
be dragons, why men signed up to be telepaths. To
never be alone in the depths of space. All healthy men
and women between 18 and 35 had been drafted for the
decade long war. And they had fought that decade in
ships dying alone in the darkness of space no matter
how many died around them, they were always alone.

If a dragon were to die in battle, the telepath riding
his mind would also die still linked by their minds.
They never died alone, and they would never be alone.

As soon as the 35th wing was in space they followed
Jim as he led them to the battlecruisers. A few alien
fighter ships tried to engage them, but where
destroyed by Ben and Bobby. Fighter ships had shields
that kept energy out, and only a light shield that
protected them from physical objects such as tiny
meteors. A dragon could catch a fighter ship in its
claws, and rip it to pieces exposing the pilot to
space, then getting a free meal.

Once he was close enough, Jim opened his mouth and
breathed fire on one of the alien battlecruisers. It
hit the shields and was absorbed. Jim flew up and
allowed John behind him to breath fire at the same
spot. This continued as they avoided the shots from
the cannons on the battlecruisers which had been
blasting away at the warships. The 18th wing had
concentrated on the other battlecruiser and had
already created some holes in the shields.

Their tactic worked, and a hole appeared in the
shields, something only a dragon could see, but that
the fighter ships instruments could detect. They
immediately used the hole to get to the hull of the
ship. Once there they used their claws and their fire
to try and destroy the ships.

A roar of triumph in his mind had Jim looking to see
that the 18th wing had been successful. The other
battlecruiser was on fire and breaking up.

The 35th wing concentrated on the ships engines, while
the cannons blasted at them. Jim’s wing took a hit,
but it absorbed the energy like a shield. Harry
managed to tear a hole in the hull with his claws and
teeth, and aliens were sucked out of the ship by the
depressurizing of the room. Jim and a few of his
siblings swallowed some bodies for snacks. Harry blew
fire into the hole he had created, and Jim and Bobby’s
attack on the engine produced results. The shields
came down completely as the battlecruiser burned up,
and went to pieces. The dragons got clear before the
ship completely exploded.

The few fighters left were destroyed, and the dragon
wings headed back to the Grace. The doors were opened
for them, and they landed inside. Once the bay was
repressurized, the dragons changed back to human form.
Their telepaths came down from the booth to greet them
and reward them with petting and touching. It wasn’t
long before the room was filled with the sound of
dragons purring.

Blair looked at Bracket who had his dragon, Ben,
curled in his lap while he petted his head. Blair was
also seated, Jim’s head resting on Blair’s thighs,
Blair’s hands rubbing through his hair, and his neck.

Lee smiled at Blair and said, “Red Star.” Ben had been
a deep red shining like a ruby or a star in his dragon
form.

“Nightsky.” Blair said back, and the two friends
exchanged grins, and feelings of wonder and happiness
that wove back and forth through the links.

Eventually, the telepaths helped their dragons to their feet. With
hands touching backs or arms, the telepaths led the dragons to the
lockers where they could re-dress in their uniforms.

Once dressed, the dragons followed their telepaths to the chow hall.
Despite having eaten several aliens while in true dragon form, the
change had used quite alot of energy and had to be replaced.

The dragons were given large portions of meat, raw, red and
bleeding.

The dragons wolfed the meat down, their stomachs changed to be able
to digest the meat chunks.

The dragons were tired, and sleepy once their bellies were full. The
telepaths led their dragons back to their rooms.

Once in the room, Blair, like the other telepaths, helped Jim
undress, then rubbed his body down with a special oil. By the time
Blair had finished the massage, Jim was fast asleep. Blair smiled,
undressed and then spooned up behind Jim covering them both with the
down comforter. It didn't take long for Blair to fall asleep.

The next morning, Blair woke up still spooned up behind Jim, one arm
thrown over the dragon's waist. Yawning, Blair at first thought to
fall back to sleep, but a persistent bladder, and a low growling in
his stomach decided him.

Carefully, Blair extricated himself from the bed, and headed
into the bathroom. After relieving himself, Blair took a quick
shower, and then dressed. He went over to the bed, and stood looking at
the dragon still sleeping. The change had taken its toll, and Blair
knew from his training that the dragon would sleep deeply for a few
more hours.

Smiling, Blair reached down and stroked a finger lightly through
Jim's short hair. The dragon shifted in his sleep moving to his
back. The blanket fell down to his waist, and Blair reached down and
rubbed his hand over Jim's flat belly. He smiled even more as the
dragon purred in his sleep from the pleasure. Blair rubbed the
dragon's belly for a few more minutes, and then with one last pat, Blair turned and left the room. The door automatically locked behind him, which kept anyone from entering, and Jim from leaving the room.

Outside the room, Blair met up with Lee and the other telepaths.
Sammy Chang smiled at Blair greeting him as he joined the group.
Tony Casarez and Phillip Moore nodded their greetings. Stephen
Cantrell and Daren Meisher fell in behind the group as they headed
to the chowhall.

"We should be able to eat and get back before they wake up," Lee
said.

"We should." Blair agreed.

They walked into the chow hall and got in line for their trays. The
18th wing telepaths were also there without their dragons. Blair and
the others sat down and ate their breakfast quietly.

When they were done, they went back to their rooms. The dragons were
still asleep.

Full stomachs made for sleepy telepaths and they curled up next to
their dragons and napped.

A few days later found the convoy at Caliope station. The cargo
ships docked first, and workers unloaded the cargo with the help of
exo-suits. The much needed supplies were carefully tallied and
checked against the manifests.

Caliope station was one of the largest space stations built by
Earth. It ran off the energy produced by the gases that were taken
directly from the moon that gave the station its name.

The station moved in the same orbit as Calliope around Jupiter, and
was a big as a moon itself.

Calliope station had become an alien refugee camp. Alien refugees
from all over the known universe that had been defeated by the
present menace to Earth had made their way from conquered territores
bringing advanced warning of their conquerors.

Calliope station was an alien melting pot. The refugees had brought
items people from Earth had never seen, and had set up bazaars,
gardens, and bars.

Once the cargo ships were docked, the warships began their patrols
and shore leave.

Since the 18th and the 35th dragonwings had fought recently, they
were allowed shore leave first along with the fighter pilots on a
rotating shift. The warships would stay at Calliope station for
three days before heading to the front where several battleships
with fighter wings, and dragonwings fought skirmishes with alien
vessels.

Blair was looking forward to being on the station. His fascination
with aliens had prompted him to get a degree in xenobiology. Then
the war had interfered before he could finish.

Inside their room, Blair was finishing up in the shower while Jim
was getting dressed in the bedroom. Since it was shore leave, they
would be dressed in civies.

As Blair exited the bathroom rubbing a towel over his damp hair, Jim
was buckling the black leather collar around his throat that would
identify him to civilians as a dragon so they would know not to mess
with him or his telepath.

Blair went to the dresser and mirror, and then began to work on his
hair. When he was done, he dressed in jeans, and shirt, slipped on
his boots, and the two of them left the room headed for the shuttle
bay.
The shuttle took them from the Grace to the space station. There they disembarked in the landing bay, and went through a security check point rather quickly unlike the aliens that were being thoroughly searched at other checkpoints. Blair, fascinated by the aliens, couldn’t stop staring, which brought one alien’s ire toward Blair, until the alien saw the glowing eyes of the dragon beside the human, and wisely ignored them.

Past the checkpoints, they exited the landing bay into a wide hallway. On the walls, holo pictures advertised for clothes, food, luxury items, and patriotism. Most of the vids at one point urged men and women to sign up for the military to battle the Ki’hsians. There were a few advertisements for dragon volunteers, but they were not as numerous despite the fact that dragons were the reason the war was not going badly for Earth.

Jim stared at the few holovids that advertised for dragon volunteers. He remembered seeing such a vid after he had run away from home. His father had sent the police to look for him, and had used his influence with the military and the government to keep Jim from joining the military despite that he was of age to do so. After an angry shouting match with his father, and a vicious beating that had left the younger Ellison nearly half dead, Jim had made his plans to runaway. On the run, however, he discovered he could never get far enough away from his father’s influence. Then he had seen the advertisement. Once signed up, even a wanted fugitive could not be arrested or detained. Anyone could sign up to be a dragon, but only some managed to survive the experience. Not even his father’s influence could get Jim out of the contract once he had signed it. Dragons had become that important. And only high officials in the government knew just how important.

Shaking his head, Jim brought himself back to the present. He had paid a huge price to get out from under his father’s heavy hand; the same hand that had killed his mother, and her unborn child. A murder that had been ruled an accident.

They continued to walk through the hallway, ignoring how other soldiers and some civilians immediately got out of their way. They stopped at a drop tube and waited.

“Are you sure you want to go down there?” Lee asked.

“Yes, I am. I’ll meet you guys later at the officer’s club.” Blair told Lee.

“Alright, but be careful. I’ve heard stories about how rough it is.” Lee cautioned.

“Don’t worry, I’ll have Jim with me.” Blair scoffed, then entered the drop tube with Jim beside him.

Standing on air, the tube’s artificial gravity changed from zero and dropped them a few levels at about half the speed of normal falling.

The level it dropped them on was the alien sector. It was the lowest level of the station before reaching the recycling system that took up the entire last level. The alien sector was dark, half the lights had been jacked for spare parts by the residents, and the few lights that still worked flickered occasionally.

Jim followed closely beside Blair, his eyes glowing in the dim light allowing him to see easily.

In the hallway some residents of the alien sector were huddled in corners, space having been filled quickly by the first refugees. Despite the homeless look to some of the aliens, food was delivered to them by several soup kitchens.

As they moved forward they passed a few makeshift stands where strange items were on display. The aliens seated behind the stands watched them warily as Blair stared at them fascinated.

At one point he stopped at a stand and began speaking to the proprietor in Spacer, a rough language comprised of English, Spanish, French, and two alien languages. Most of the older refugees knew Spacer, and the proprietor was obviously one of them.

Jim stood watch as Blair communicated with the alien, asking questions about his race, and even doing some bargaining for a bolt of cloth.

As they stood there, Jim began feeling as if someone were watching them rather too intently. He looked around, his eyesight allowing him to see easily into dark spaces. He found their watcher in the shadows.

The alien was of a kind Jim had not seen. It was big, at least eight feet tall covered in fur. Its hands ended in sharp claws much like a bear. The only clothing it wore was a leather robe that was belted around its waist. From its stance, and eye contact, Jim felt as if he was being challenged.

Another alien, of a species Jim recognized, immediately went over to the bear alien, and chattered at it in its language. Jim got the feeling the little alien was warning the bear not to cause trouble.

The bear didn’t take the hint. Instead it pushed the little alien away and walked from its corner over to them.

“Blair,” Jim growled in warning, and the telepath turned from his conversation to see the bear heading toward them.

“I don’t recognize his species.” Blair said.

“A T’roirk. He is a newcomer, and scoffed when he was warned about your dragons.” The proprietor said in Spacer. “Their people fought the Ki’hsians for four of your years before they were defeated.”

“Thanks for the information.” Blair said. “You might want to get inside and called security to come peel this guy off the floor.”

The proprietor nodded in confirmation, and scurried through a doorway.

The T’roirk came toward them speaking in its growling language. In Spacer, Blair warned it off, but the bear only laughed. Other aliens were quickly finding somewhere else to be.

The bear stopped an arms length from them and growled something.

The little alien from before was there, and spoke in Spacer. “He says he doesn’t believe that humans could defeat a foe that their kind could not. He says that it is all lies and that humans are losing the war and are trying to negotiate with the Ki’hsians.”

“Tell him to leave us be. It’s the only warning he is getting.” Blair said.

The little alien bobbed its head, then turned to speak to the bear. The T’roirk snarled, and with one hand sent the little alien flying backwards, then with a growl lunged at Blair. He never touched the telepath.

Instead he was thrown through the air to hit a wall leaving a T’riork sized dent in the metal. The T’riork slid down the wall leaving behind a purplish blood stain. Eventually security arrived.

Blair told them what happened, and they nodded. One of them even said that they had heard the T’riork mouthing off about dragons not being real.

“Well, now he knows they are real.” The young security guard said.

The security guards took the body away on a gurney, and left to file a report.

“This place isn’t as interesting as I first thought. Let’s go meet the others at the officer’s lounge.” Blair said.

Jim nodded.

They took a drop tube up several decks to the officers club. The others were waiting for them in a raised area in one corner of the room. They all sat at a large circular table. Behind them was a large window that showed Jupiter with its violent storms lighting up the gaseous clouds. At their feet were bags from the various shops around in the mall area on the same deck as the officer’s club.

Jim smiled to himself when he saw a bag at Ben’s feet from the game store. Ben and John were video game junkies. They had discovered that mutual interest during training. While training they didn’t have access to a game console, but had talked about games incessantly.

Jim followed Blair to the table, and seated himself beside Bobby, while Blair sat down beside Jim.

‘Heard about your incident, Blair. You can’t go anywhere without getting into trouble.” Lee teased.

“Hey, I don’t do it on purpose.”

“Well, while you were getting into trouble you missed the vid on Outpost 413.” Sammy put in.

“Outpost 413? What happened.” Blair asked. Jim could hear the telepath’s heart racing.

“It was attacked by the Ki’hsians. There’s talk that they took prisoners.” Lee answered. His eyes were sad.

“Dana was heading toward Outpost 413. They say anything about the Hawking?” Blair asked.

“Nothing. I’m sorry Blair.”

“I need to find out. The regular reports we get might say something.” Blair took out his comn device, and tapped in some commands. Once his passwords were inputed, Blair brought up the daily reports. Only officers of the rank of captain or above received those reports on their comns.

“Blair Sandburg!”

At the sound of his name, Blair looked up, and his eyes widened, and he grinned happily when he saw the person standing in front of their table.

Jim also looked at her curiously as his telepath stood up and hugged the woman enthusiastically. She had auburn hair, blue eyes, and was wearing the uniform of a scientists assigned to a science vessel.

“Dana, my god, your alright.” Blair said as he tried to squeeze the life out of the woman.

“Easy little brother, I’m fine. The Hawking got the warning and turned back before we reached the outpost. The Einstein beat us there, though, by a few days.” The last was said sadly.

“I’m sorry about Wendy, and Samantha.” Blair said. He knew that they would have been on the Einstein.

“So am I…” She stopped short as she eyed the other people at the table, including Jim who watched Blair. She noticed the collars immediately. “Blair what have you done?” She asked.

“You, too. Mom gave me the third degree and then went to a retreat.” Blair said.

“So that’s why I haven’t been able to get a hold of her. Blair, are you telling me that you’ve become a telepath?”

“Yes, I have.” Blair said.

Dana looked at Blair intensely, then smiled, “Alright, little brother, I’m not going to be mother. You want to be a telepath, you are a telepath, then I’ll support you. I don’t know that I want to take on mom for you.”

“I’m glad you can understand, Dana.”

“I really don’t, Blair, but its your decision. So now that I know, why don’t you introduce me to your wing.” Dana said.

“I’d be happy to.” Blair smiled, and showed her to a chair.

Later, after the introductions, Dana left saying she had to report to her captain, and find out where the Hawking was going to end up. Blair gave her another hug, and told his sister to keep in touch. Dana got the same promise form him, and then she left.

Blair checked the time. Their leave was almost up and it was time to get back to the Grace. They would have a rotation on patrol duty and they needed to get some sleep before it came up. The group got up and left the lounge, and headed down the drop tubes to the shuttle bay. They took a shuttle back to the Grace, and after Blair found out their patrol time, some ten hours later, they went to their rooms to rest.

Jim was in his room when he felt the pleasure through the sibling link, and discovered some of his siblings were doing more than sleeping. From the scent of pheromones in the air, Jim could tell that the other telepaths weren’t the only ones who were horny. So he was surprised when Blair jumped him upon exiting the bathroom.

Jim submitted to Blair easily, finding his own pleasure in Blair’s hands, and cock. By the time Blair entered Jim’s body, Jim was purring as he braced himself on his knees while Blair pounded into Jim’s ass. When Blair came, they laid down on the bed, and Jim continued to purr as Blair rubbed Jim’s flat belly and lower to his smooth groin.