Alons Factory - Futanari Dragon Quest.epubl May 2026

The Alons Factory was not built. It had grown. A century ago, the alchemist-warlord Alon Vert had fused his own nervous system to a living engine, transforming his body into a factory that consumed villages and birthed automaton soldiers from iron wombs. The factory felt . Its corridors pulsed with peristaltic rhythms. Its forges moaned like laboring mothers.

One thick cable found her slit. Another coiled around her phallus, squeezing with precise, cruel rhythm. She gasped—not in pain, but in unwanted arousal. The factory understood pleasure as a weapon. It began to pump warm, narcotic oil into her, and her limbs grew heavy.

In a cursed clockwork city where flesh is forged into weaponry, a hermaphroditic dragon-shifter named Kyri must infiltrate the Alons Factory—a biomechanical womb-turned-armory—to reclaim the heart-fire stolen from her lineage. Chapter One: The Iron Womb The sky above the Alons Factory never saw the sun. Instead, a perpetual aurora of oil-slick greens and magentas bled from its thousand smokestacks, staining the clouds like bruises. Kyri stood at the edge of the Sootwood, her talons digging into the petrified roots of a dead oak. Alons Factory - Futanari Dragon Quest.epubl

She was not what most stories called a dragon.

Into pure hunger .

And deep inside, in the Chamber of Unmaking, lay the Emberstone—the crystallized heart-fire of Kyri’s mother. Without it, Kyri’s clutch would never hatch. Her siblings lay dormant in their eggs, cooling toward death.

“Unregistered biomass,” it gargled. “State purpose.” The Alons Factory was not built

The tunnel contracted around her. Hot, oily, alive. Ridges of soft iron pressed against her scales, and somewhere in the dark, a low hum vibrated through her bones. The factory was tasting her.