Tentacles of braided steel and flesh erupted from the walls. They did not strike to kill. They struck to penetrate —seeking every orifice, every scale-gap. Kyri roared and shifted full dragon, filling the chamber with jagged wings and a maw of star-fire. She bit through three tentacles, then four. But the factory adapted, wrapping her hind legs, forcing her down.
She curled around them, her body a warm fortress, and for the first time in a century, she slept without dreaming of iron. Alons Factory - Futanari Dragon Quest.epubl
Alons Factory – Futanari Dragon Quest
Good , she thought. Let it think I’m a broken tool returning to the womb. Tentacles of braided steel and flesh erupted from the walls
She was not what most stories called a dragon. then four. But the factory adapted
“Unregistered biomass,” it gargled. “State purpose.”