[There are times when an author listens to the voices of his or her characters and finds that they have a life of their own and a need to share their ideas. This story, I am sorry, is one such piece. More Dragon than Futa it tells of the re-emergence of Ka, the first great dragon. It is longer (over two parts), more action than sex but brings to a close the first saga of the great cosmic Futa Dragon born in the body of a damaged and frightened woman. I hope you enjoy.]

The Platten home was not just a house it was a mansion of epic size. It was not pure self-indulgence, it did contain a sizeable computer processing centre, but at one time it had contained three adults and a shy but mischievous child. It had been the base of operations for the early configuration of Platten Computer Corporation. The lower story containing as many cubicles for part time programmers and hardware specialists as it did bedrooms and bathrooms. There were quarters for more staff than currently served and one of these rooms was ostensibly made up as Fiona’s rooms. In reality Jemma had hoped that the Futa woman would not spend many nights away from her own bed when they were in residence.

Jemma Platten’s brief appearance at the university had not caused any problems for George. Fiona had been worried that the lecturer who had identified Jemma for whom she was would associate her with George. The man, it seemed, was oblivious to the relationship and had not treated George any differently when they came back from their short break. Jemma had left them before they returned to the university campus. Her laptop and gear that George had forbidden them to have when they set out safely returned to her by the man from the baggage compartment he had locked in the storage of Fiona’s flitter.

It had been easy to get Fiona’s masters degrees accelerated. The woman had almost finalised her presentation and had only taken another month to polish it properly, along with several papers she presented on the subject of the symposium she had attended before returning to university. She had been given the awards with honours. She had arranged to have her tutoring and advisory roles taken over by another master’s student but also gave her new email and vid link addresses to several students with which she had gotten quite friendly.

Fiona’s mind was awhirl with worries. It had taken George almost a ten-day to get her settled. She presented her thesis, Management of Biomechanical Interactions with Flesh Response Real Time Feedback, to a very impressed audience. When she had presented her especially designed underwear to several of the female adjudicators they had come back with even more glowing praise of her work and her theories. They were even more surprised when the CEO of Platten Computer Corporation had already taken the patent from the woman and was on the verge of marketing it.

Sara had been overjoyed at the news when Fiona had personally came and presented her with the contracts to supply millions of the items. The women had spent almost half a day in bed in celebration. Fiona had told the little Asian woman that her adopted sister and her husbands had been very keen to meet her. “Little slut Sara only want Fiona’s Dragon cock now,” the little woman had told her shyly. “Not married big ox and brother, brother, brother. Little Dove flying away.”

“Where will you go, Sara? Who will make these things for us now?” Fiona had asked worriedly. She was upset that she had caused her little tailor to take such drastic actions.

“Sara already have place on Thallix II. Have big factory with help from Sara obasans. We no longer slaves to ox,” the woman had said happily.

Fiona began to realise the true situation. She helped Sara leave as soon as she could. It took only a matter of days. Fiona had come back to the little shop but the big blonde woman there had gruffly told her that the little traitorous bitch no longer worked there. Fiona was sad because she had not gotten Sara’s new contact details. A soft image of a Dove floated in her mind as she sat and drank a coffee while rueing the little woman’s departure. Her mind became filled with an address and a comm link protocol.

Sara had happily waved and smiled at her when she contacted the number. The little woman had danced naked around her big home as she showed it off to Fiona over the vid link. “Little Dove happy, Dragon,” she said. “Come see me when Dragon come too.”

Fiona had promised she would and had hung up happy that her little lover was free.

George had placed the choker around Fiona’s throat before she had left him at the spaceport to board the Platten ship. She had giggled. Around George’s balls and under the head of his big cock were the silver circlet she had given him attached to another tighter ring with a locking code that George did not know. They were connected by a titanium linked chain that would cause George’s cock to bend downwards porno film and not allow him to engage the bone like links in his pillar to make it like steel and ready for sex. Only Fiona could release him from its tight, but not uncomfortable constraint.

George was unaware that another also had the code that had to be whispered to his cock to release him.

She was a shorter version of Fiona, without a cock, whom had promised that if she ever asked would go and take care of George’s sexual needs. Linda was a carefree, happy spirit that had confessed to Fiona that she had a soft spot for the couple. Fiona had warned the woman that if she did let her lose on George that it would be simply for sex and nothing else. Linda had hotly confessed that she was more interested in Fiona’s cunt than George’s cock. The Futa woman had promised the bright eyed girl that if she did have to come to George’s sexual rescue that she would more than make it up with unrestricted access to her wet pussy. They had kissed very passionately and wetly to seal the deal.

Fiona wondered if she would ever let Linda use it.

*****

Fiona found herself lying on her back and having her big cock ridden within hours of arriving at Jemma’s mansion.

She had been the only passenger on the private ship from Thes to Thallix II and had spent some of the six hour trip talking with the Boltaron pilot, Petik. Something about the very young looking male struck Fiona as sweet, especially the way he fussed over her to ensure she was comfortable in the big reclining seats and that she was not suffering any discomfort during the flight. She was quite impressed with the powerful body that moved under his dark captain’s uniform and wondered how Jemma had ignored such a virile and handsome male. He also spoke a lot about his boss, Jemma Platten. Fiona realised very quickly that Petik was in love with the little woman.

It was not like he came out and told her that straight off but it was in the way his eyes softened and his voice became very husky when he described her. He was worried that she worked too hard and did not take enough time for herself. He also intimated that the CEO spent too much time in her dungeon, his description of Jemma’s spacious work office, and not out in the field where she was needed. His concern seemed to go beyond just worrying about a lovely woman for whom he had deep feelings. His tone set Fiona’s senses on edge. There was something that the man knew that he was extremely worried about. Fiona did not know how to elicit further information from him at the time.

When Fiona asked Jemma about the young man the woman had barely remembered whom he was until Fiona reminded her that he was her pilot.

“Oh, that Petik!” she exclaimed. “A very nice young man. I am surprised he has not found a wife yet. Many of the young girls around the place seem to mention how cute he is.”

“You have not looked at him as a bed partner?” Fiona asked the woman as she was on her knees licking and sucking Fiona’s cock before the woman had even taken her skirt off.

“Petik is a child, Fiona. Could you imagine me with such a young man? It would be a scandal! I can see the headlines on the servers now. CEO baby snatcher! Old crone takes young lover to feel younger! No, I could never see myself with such a sweet innocent man,” she objected loudly.

Fiona thought she may have upset her hostess within minutes of being in her home. However, when Jemma dropped her robe and bent over to expose her soft pale arse she knew it wasn’t so. “Fuck me hard, Fiona!” the woman cried as she reached back and pulled those soft cheeks apart. “It’s been over a month and I am sick of dildos!”

Fiona giggled as she grabbed her big cock and pressed it into Jemma’s sweet already lubricated arsehole. The woman was squealing and cumming even before Fiona had fully buried her big tool. “You are such a slut, Jemma,” Fiona whispered in her ear as she rapidly fucked the squirming and loudly groaning CEO.

“Just for you and Georgie, love. I am just holes for you and him.”

The first ten-day of work for Fiona was very boring and unusually lonely for the beautiful woman. She had been stashed away in a largish office down the corridor from Jemma. The floor did not seem to contain any other staff despite the fact that there seemed to be plenty of offices, a kitchenette and several large meeting rooms. Outside of Jemma’s large office was an impressive array of video monitors and potted plants. Fiona could see many staff on the screens but it did not seem that the cameras concentrated on any group or floor in particular. The screens were continually changing every minute or so.

Adjacent to the screens, but not in their direct line of sight was another large desk that seemed to be covered in more personal items than office requirements. The ubiquitous computer screens, intercom and trays were surrounded by figures sex hikayeleri depicting various species of aliens and surprisingly, many animated characters that Fiona found she recognised from George’s comics. Some of them were quite scantily clad. Fiona could barely suppress her giggle when she saw a Futanari model of Yuiko standing with her great long cock hanging down to her near her knee. Jemma simply waved as they passed it on the way to her new office and said that it was her secretary’s pastime.

A pretty little secretary had brought her a stack of paper forms as well as showing her where to access them on her workstation. They were the standard fare. Contracts, non-disclosure, medical history, family history etc. etc. Fiona finished them all in the first day. At the end she had gone looking for the woman and was surprised to find all of the rest of the staff had gone home except for the secretary. None of the screens on the far wall showed any staff wandering around their workspaces, in fact Fiona could only see one or two and they looked as if they were hurrying for exits.

“Why are you still here, Brianna?” asked Fiona when she came up to the woman’s desk.

“I stay here until Miss Platten goes, in case she needs anything,” the woman replied softly.

“No, that is going to stop. Off you go, Brianna. It is end of day. I will see to Miss Platten if she needs anything else. Right now I think she will be going home.”

Brianna watched in amazement as five minutes after the lovely curly haired woman had gone into her boss’ office the two had walked back out and headed to Jemma’s private teleport. The little CEO waved goodnight to Brianna as they breezed past her desk.

Ten minutes later Jemma Platten had a large cock stuffed down her throat and the tip of her long tongue buried in Fiona’s wet cunt. “You want to have this every day, Jemma?” Fiona asked hotly as she held the little woman’s ears and gently fucked the sucking mouth. The woman could only nod. “Then you work proper hours and let your lovely secretary go home or out or whatever. Even I could see that she is desperately horny and needs a good cock in her! Just because you held back until now doesn’t mean you are going to hold that lovely little bit of pussy back either!”

The next day Brianna asked Fiona if she wanted tea just about every hour on the hour. Fiona had nothing else to do and so she sat and talked with the lovely woman. Finally Fiona decided that this was not what Jemma had employed her for. Time for action. Brianna was obviously as bored, Jemma hardly made any demands on her. Fiona decided to learn about Platten. For almost two ten-days Fiona got the woman to bring her the files on every department, every manager up to department heads and the details of every project that was current, proposed and abandoned. The little secretary had never been busier. Each day Fiona stormed down to Jemma’s office at the end of the work day and ordered Jemma out of her office and home.

Each time Jemma had one of her delightful holes fully and lovingly fucked and filled with cock cream. Jemma found she could taste and smell Fiona on her all the time. It made her panties wet and her nipples stiff. She could barely wait for the end of the work day.

Sitting and talking with Brianna in the morning after she finished her extensive research of the organisation Fiona realised that she knew everything about the company but had not seen much outside her large office on the top floor of the building. It seemed that the floor was only occupied by the three of them. It was something she needed to rectify. Besides something in the way everything looked to be too pat, too organised in the files she read raised Fiona’s hackles. Something was not right, she could feel it inside her. Her mind was reeling under all the statistical information and cold data she had been fed but some inner demon was not buying it.

Pondering her feelings she thought back to her first encounter with Petik, the pilot. He, too, gave her the feeling that something was not right in Platten Computing. His gentle reprimand of Jemma’s hiding herself in her dungeon remained uppermost in her thoughts as she contemplated the mountain of data she had been reviewing.

Brianna took her for tours of the office complexes that resided in the fifty storey tower. Brianna had been confused at first. Fiona had insisted that she introduce the taller attractive woman as a new secretary in training. They traversed each floor and were given brief minutes to meet with managers and department heads. They spent a lot of time hanging around lunch rooms and break out areas. Fiona would send Brianna off on little missions, getting some office supplies or go to the toilet. She herself spent a lot of time giggling and flirting with the young men and women that seemed to find their way towards her like steel to magnets. Even some sex izle of the older staff sat and talked to her as she chattered and laughed with them. Fiona gave every impression that she was an airhead and ready for some intimate times in a storeroom if someone was game. Brianna found herself very annoyed with her when she acted that way.

Sitting down together the next morning Fiona asked her a lot of questions about the state of toilets, supply cupboards and the general tidiness of work spaces. She also asked her how she felt the staff were. Were they happy, working properly together? How did they feel about Jemma?

Brianna had not taken much notice but when pressed she found she had found some things odd and other things seemed to be normal. “I found that over a ninety percent of the people I spoke to didn’t even know what Jemma looked like. Most of them didn’t even know that such a person existed. They thought that the woman that died on the Cannindale was the CEO and that some board of directors managed the place from Prime,” Fiona told her sombrely.

“Oh, dear,” said Brianna worriedly.

“You on the other hand were reasonably well known. They suspect that you are the representative of that board and are truly the manager of Platten on this planet. Introducing me as a new secretary in training seemed to make them think that it was to be for you. Now do you understand what we are doing, Brianna?” Fiona asked her softly.

“I think so. You are planning on shaking things up, aren’t you?” the woman said with a small giggle. Gone was her vexation of the airhead act.

Fiona nodded and pointed to the piles of files on her desks, she now had a second large mapping table installed in her office. “Let’s go, we still have thirty floors to cover,” she said with a grin.

A week later they sat together reviewing all they had learnt. It was not a good picture. The company was solid on its old basis and existing contracts but, apart from Fiona’s contribution of sex toys, no new business had come in for almost five cycles.

Jemma had agreed to Fiona visiting the other headquarters on Prime, Verdale and Thuel. Petik ferried the two lovely women around. He was pleased that he actually had something to do for Jemma, at least indirectly. Brianna and he spent a great deal of time talking and going out to meals together as Fiona continued her sleuth like investigation of Platten Computer Corporation aka PCC. A month later Brianna and her sat in Jemma’s large office suite and reported their findings.

During the month that they had been on tour Brianna had found herself very much at ease with the woman who masqueraded as anything from a new delivery girl, an interviewee for a job, a cleaning woman and, at times, the new secretary in training. Brianna had accompanied her in these roles when she could. Prime had been one place where Brianna had found herself treated like someone of great import. She did not know why. Jemma was probably a more frequent face there than any other world but Brianna seldom accompanied her.

Fiona had giggled when she had related the treatment back to her new boss. “There was a rumour, I heard,” the curly haired woman laughed, “that the new CEO of Platten was being toured around the planet’s headquarters.”

“What?”

“Maybe I heard wrong,” the woman said with a grin.

“You started them! You bitch!”

“I am not ready for them to know who I am yet, Brianna. Anyway I believe it is your turn to buy dinner,” the woman replied as she indicated the exit to the starship.

Petik was waiting at the bottom of the exit ramp, dressed in his uniform, he was accompanying the two women to dinner.

“Petik?” Fiona asked in surprise.

“Yes, Miss Platten,” his stoic face showed no hint of what this pretty woman was concerned about.

“The work day has finished,” she said coolly.

“Which means you lose the duds, Petik,” Brianna explained softly to the confused man.

“I have nothing else to wear to dinner,” he swallowed as the brown eyes of the taller woman gazed at him with expectation.

“Very well, Petik. But next time…” she left the rest of the sentence open as Petik turned and opened the door of the hired flitter that had arrived as they had been standing there discussing his dress. He assisted the two women to board which got another light hearted reprimand from his boss. “You are not a servant,” she had told him. For some reason Petik had felt his chest swell in response. It was a far cry from others that had been on his ship.

Sitting on the back seat facing the two women he felt a little uncomfortable at their open faced appraisal of him. “You do look dashing in your formal uniform, Petik,” Brianna said with a small flush of pink that seemed to light up her pretty face.

“I am sure, Brianna, that he would look even better out of it!” Fiona had said with a bright twinkling of her eyes. Petik did not know whether she meant seeing him in other attire or something else. The squirming of the smaller blonde woman suspected that she meant the latter.

A look was exchanged between the pair. “Yes, Brianna, you win,” Fiona said almost too softly for Petik to hear.