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"Natasha is paralyzed!"

Right Slave, currently a mirror image of Natasha's own nude human form, watched her from across the stale, white testing room with a triumphant expression. An expression that slowly devolved into one of fear when nothing happened. At the same time, the true Natasha's expression underwent the opposite transition.

Right Slave was unbelievable. He'd proposed the gender shifting idea as an informative experiment. Natasha saw now that it was only a ploy to take control. He opened his mouth, trying to cut her off so that she could not give any more commands, but it was of no use. Natasha had already begun to speak. A previous edict bound the man, preventing him from ever being able to interrupt her.

"Command: Neither Slave can speak!"

There. Now she was safe for the moment.

Left Slave took a couple of steps backward to watch the proceedings unfold. Despite being essentially the same person as Right Slave, he evidently wanted nothing to do with the coming confrontation.

"You lied to me," she said in wonder. "You lied to me!" she cried.

Right Slave averted his gaze and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I thought we were past those old conflicts. I thought we were seeing eye to eye. We were going to create ever more wild and exciting encounters. We were being honest with each other. We were beginning to each want what was best for both of us. For all of us," she amended with a glance at Left Slave.

"Why did you try to betray me? Our...relationship, for back of a better word, was beginning to become something great! I don't understand. What we were doing was, it was really going places. I just..." she sighed. "I don't understand, Slave."

The room was silent. Neither Slave could speak, and the others - Benjamin and the twelve board members - were still in their frozen state of stasis where they sat on the floor off to the side.

"You were close. I'll give you that. You really did trick me. Clever, to take my form so that you had my voice, and use that to input commands to Project Universe. That loophole slipped my mind." She tilted her head, a hand on her hip. "Elegant, too. The parallelism of using the exact same phrase I used to incapacitate you, that is. I imagine you were so fixated on turning the tables in such a poignant fashion, that you forgot the rules had changed. That you had to use the 'Command' keyword. Weren't you?"

Right Slave still wasn't meeting her eyes, but she could see the ripple of embarrassment that indicated she was correct.

Natasha felt a savage satisfaction. She was getting her groove back. "How sloppy. Not only did you betray me at the start of something great, but you screwed it up. Untrustworthy _and_incompetent. If that doesn't deserve punishment, I don't know what does."

Her lips curved into a smile at the sight of his widening, anxious eyes. "Command: I undo my previous command; it no longer matters what voice or whose voice is used to give commands to the simulation. Only_I_can give commands to the simulation."

That took care of that issue.

"Anything you wish to say before we begin, Slave? Command: Both Slaves are no longer mute."

Right Slave licked his lips, lips that didn't belong on him, as Left Slave continued to watch. "Listen, Natasha. I know I 'betrayed' you. I wanted to take control back, even though with you in control we were having a lot of, er, fun. You feel that I was being deceptive, underhanded. But please, look at it from my point of view."

Natasha was growing impatient. Hearing her own voice lecturing her from her own body was very disconcerting. Still, she'd give him a chance. For fairness' sake.

"I didn't have any hostile intentions. I was going to keep doing what we were doing. Escalate the pleasure, introduce more fanciful situations." He smiled, for a fleeting moment. "It's in my nature to try to take control. I'm a man, right? Maybe not this instant, but it feels wrong letting you always be the one to change my body and mind. It's unnatural for me to let you run the show."

Natasha shook her head. "I understand that we're both in charge of high-functioning teams in this project. I understand we've each been giving orders and managing people for years. But you're going to tell me it was your _manly instincts_that drove you to try to paralyze me? Come on, Slave."

Yet even as she spoke, she felt her resentment toward him lessening. Deep down, she could not blame him. After all, she was the one who had been giving the commands for most of their interaction. She'd paralyzed him first. She wasn't much better than he. They were too similar in how they'd behaved after gaining control of the simulation.

"I promise you," he said. "I had no ill will. I still don't. Although it seemed like a Machiavellian act, all I wanted to do was take control to make both of us even happier. I thought...you know. It would be sexier that way. Me in charge."

She stared at him, considering. Her plan had been to turn him into a mindless beast for a while as a fitting punishment for trying to outwit her. Now, though, she saw that the power had been getting to her head. Behaving altruistically did not merit punishment.

"I've been more than fair in my most recent use of the simulation," she said. Was she trying to convince him, or herself? "I took your thoughts and feelings into account after you'd been that stallion. I didn't take your mind away again. I even obeyed your gender shifting suggestion, no questions asked. Am I not the one who should be changing reality as we see fit? Am I not the most appropriate operator?"

He pushed his case. "You have been. You're right. But like you said, we're past the conflict, the hate and the punishment of before. All that insanity with the tranquilizer dart and the chains and the megalomania - we're past that. I know I would be just as fair and appropriate an operator as you, as it stands now. It won't be like my inauspicious beginnings, if I were to be giving commands again." His eyes hardened. "And frankly, I'm hesitant to do anything else with you, if you can't see that too."

"You're hesitant to do anything with me of your own free will," Natasha corrected.

He hesitated, his eyes shifting nervously. "Right. Of my own free will.

Seeing his reaction to her veiled threat of manipulating his mind sent a pang of weakness through her. Even one more command from her would be acknowledging that she was a dictator. That he, a fellow brilliant scientist, was beneath her. If she were to change his mind using Project Universe, she would have to move forward with the knowledge that she was a tyrant. And that would drain all the fun from what they might do.

Still, she wasn't about to hand over complete control to him. He'd tried to paralyze her after all. Was there some way she could test his authenticity?

Of course there was.

"Command: Right Slave is now hooked up to a perfect polygraph machine, with all results fed to a screen for my eyes only."

The air around Right Slave shimmered and bent as the simulation converted energy into matter per her specifications. Abruptly, he was connected to a lie detector set-up that culminated with a bright computer screen on a table facing her. Her eyes roved over the wires, the blood pressure cuff, the sensors on his fingers, the axes of the graphs on the screen. Yes, this was just what she needed.

Right Slave swallowed.

"In attempting to wrest control from me," she asked him with an authoritative tone, "did you mean me any harm?"

"No," he said.

She checked the output on the screen. Green across the board. He believed he was telling the truth.

"Did you intend to pursue scenarios that would bring me pleasure?"

"Of course," he said.

Truth.

"Natasha," he murmured. "Is this really necessary?"

Someone was worried about what she might ask, it seemed. Nonetheless, she was taking it a bit far. This was perhaps an unwarranted invasion of privacy. Perhaps.

"One more question. Did you intend to take away my intelligence or, in any way, prevent me from thinking my own thoughts?"

He thought for a moment. "No," he answered proudly.

The screen indicated he was being honest.

Natasha was surprised despite herself. He wasn't a silver-tongued manipulator after all. To be fair, they'd both shared a workplace for quite a while, even if they led different teams. She would've heard by now if he had a reputation for being a skilled liar.

Seeing her expression, Left Slave spoke up. "I'm as surprised as you are Natasha."

A brief smile escaped her. Coming from him, another version of Slave, it was a witty joke. She felt more at ease, too, seeing him as he should be. In his normal form.

"I should have done this already," she chided herself. "Command: Right Slave is in his normal body."

Right Slave seemed relieved as Natasha herself as his feminine body shifted back to its usual male self. Although, the reappearance of his penis and testicles was something out of a science fiction horror film.

"What do you say, Natasha? Take a load off. Let me run things for at least a little while."

For a long time, the room was quiet. Natasha considered the possibility. She concluded that this decision was one of those rare moments wherein an emotional gut feeling should be the prime mover, not logic and reason.

"I'm trusting you, despite my better judgment," she said softly. "Don't screw it up."

"Command: My previous command is no longer in effect. Both Slaves and I are able to issue commands."

Natasha braced herself as their expressions lit up.

"I've got one," said Left Slave with a jovial air. "Inspired by the lovely Natasha. Command: Natasha cannot distract, interrupt, or otherwise stop me or Other Slave from speaking a command when that's what we're trying to do."

"Not as eloquently as how I put it, but fair enough," she said.

Right Slave raised a finger. "Oh! Command: Natasha cannot directly physically hurt or restrain me or Other Slave. Unless we want her to," he added suggestively.

Yesterday, Natasha would have inwardly rolled her eyes at the immature implication as she kept her face a professional mask. Now, the possibility was very real and very present. A small thrill ran through her. Small but significant.

"Fair's fair," she commented. "Now we're both equal in the eyes of the simulation, if memory serves. The same restrictions and permissions."

Right and Left Slave nodded together. "Representative of our equality," said the right one. "As we move forward," said the left one.

"This one's a bit zany," said Right Slave. He sounded self-conscious. "I was into comic books as a child. You know, before I changed my ways to become the geeky, hopeless scientist I am today. This command will be appropriate, as it'll bring us even closer together in a way that you'd never expect. You know what I'm thinking, Other Me?"

Left Slave nodded. "I believe I do. Command: Natasha, me, and Other Slave now have telepathic abilities. We can communicate silently using our minds."

A spreading pressure filled Natasha's skull. Warm, prickly. Then it was gone.

_Hello? Can you hear me?_spoke the voice of a Slave in her head. She gasped at how close the voice was. How intimate. It was inside of her, inescapably present. No matter how loud it might become in her environment, that voice would always be perfectly audible, right between her ears.

Er, hello, she thought in the general direction of the Slaves. They grinned like schoolchildren being released from their classes early.

Natasha voiced a thought as she ran through the implications of telepathy. "Command: We have a mental sense of who is talking when we receive telepathic communications."

Good idea, 'said' Left Slave. This time, Natasha could tell it was he who was 'speaking'.

With the crisis of trust past them, Natasha allowed herself to relax. Part of her was loathe to admit it, due to its blatantly science-fiction origin, but telepathy was rather intriguing. It was instantaneous. It was private. It would never suffer from stuttering or slips of the tongue. She felt herself blush as she considered its potential uses in the near future. They'd be able to communicate when their mouths were incapable of intelligible speech. Or otherwise occupied.

"Command," said Right Slave. "The microphone is modified to receive telepathic messages, and the simulation treats these the same as spoken words."

Natasha nodded her approval. Let's begin our next...activity, she said to them. Any enticing ideas?

The Slaves looked at one another. Natasha couldn't tell if they were having a private conversation or not. Although they'd hardly have need to share thoughts when they were likely already thinking very similar ones. Though their experiences had slightly separated them by now, they were still largely the exact same person.

We've already been multiple animals, said Right Slave.

And we've already found ourselves in fairly unnatural and absurd couplings, said Left Slave.

But this is going to raise the bar, finished Right Slave.

"Command: When next I speak the word 'legendary', the following changes will occur. Over a minute, Other Slave and I will each transform into different dragons. Dragons of the Western, or European style. We will be gargantuan scaled behemoths of dazzling color and mountainous strength. We will retain our human minds but be filled with extremely engrossing draconic mating urges. Simultaneously, over a minute, Natasha --"

_Oh, plug your ears!_Left Slave said to Natasha. She hesitated but then swiftly obeyed. If they wanted it to be a surprise, she'd oblige them. Not having much skill in lip-reading, she felt no guilt in keeping her eyes trained on Right Slave's lips. The only other words she caught were 'sexual', 'elegantly graceful', and 'oral sex'. Not too helpful.

At their nods, she unplugged her ears and faced the two identical men. Casting her mind back to their previous experiences, she wondered how the previous scenarios could possibly be trumped. It seemed unlikely.

_Ready?_they asked. She took a deep breath.

As I'll ever be.

"Legendary."

The room lurched downward. Natasha's view was quickly rising toward the ceiling. In seconds, she'd bumped her head on the plain white roof of the makeshift testing room. She flexed her much longer neck so that as she kept growing, her neck could grow forward instead of upward.

What on God's green earth was so tall that a few seconds of growth gave her some five feet of height? A giraffe? Yes, she could feel protrusions sprouting above and behind her eyes, extending backward past her ears. Horns of some kind. But no, if she were becoming a giraffe over the course of a minute, wouldn't her neck have grown much more slowly? Maybe the Slaves were turning her into an impossibly gigantic giraffe?

She had no more time to think as sensations from the rest of her body assaulted her. A tail had pushed its way out and was already as thick as her belly. She felt its tapered tip noisily scratching its way along the wood farther from her. And farther. And farther. Soon it was much longer than even her lengthy neck. Its shape was tubular like the lovely river otter tail she'd once had, and her torso was filling out to become the same cylindrical shape. In fact, she felt herself lengthening from shoulders to hips as well.

It made no sense! What animal, what _organism_even was so impossibly long? A giant worm? A boa constrictor? Her tail alone was already fifteen feet and counting. Biology had never been Natasha's strong suit during her education but she could nonetheless call to mind all of the largest species on Earth. None of them quite fit her current qualities.

She turned her head to inspect her tail, which was beginning to itch along its length. She found the action off-putting by how easy it was. Her neck was so snake-like that she could have turned her head 720 degrees with little effort. On the spine of her elongating tail, a thin mane of fur was growing from her exposed skin. It was confined to a narrow strip along the top of her tail, and shockingly crimson in color. By contrast, all of her skin was darkening in color. The tip of her tail, which had just bumped into a wall as it continued growing, sprouted a lovely red tuft as she watched. It tickled when the tuft fur was bent against the wooden wall.

A novel question occurred to her. One to which she should easily have found the answer, as physics was her whole world. How had she not fallen over yet? The upper half of her body slid and bumped along the ceiling as she continued growing - which felt peculiarly sensual against her new mane - but she'd not lost her balance and fallen forward. Though she sensed the presence of new stabilizing muscles running down her now-tubular body, she doubted that would be enough to maintain her lofty, forward-leaning position. More troubling was that with every passing second, keeping her upper half off the ground became easier. Somehow.

Natasha's nose suddenly occupied her attention. Like a canine's in shape and color, it pushed farther from her face, dragging her jaws along with it. Tongue lengthened within her snout. Teeth shifted into sharp points suited for puncturing flesh and tearing her prey apart. The distant sound of her tail sliding merrily along grew sharper; her ears were pushing out into tips, becoming keener. All in all, her head was now much like a wolf's. Until two nubs just behind and below her nose exploded outward. They only stopped growing when they were four foot long waving tendrils, fluttering in the stale, dead air of the facility.

And she understood.

Natasha the Chinese-dragon-to-be was distracted from her own transformation for a moment by a glimpse of the Slaves. Remarkably, they were both far larger than her, but in a different way. The Slaves were massive, bulky, _heavy_looking beasts. The thick armor of scales alone that each wore would have outweighed her. One of them was becoming a deep blue color, like the ocean, and the other was an eye-catching red. She wondered what color their dicks were, and how it would feel to have meat on her tongue again. She had other impressions - developing wings, mesmerizing slit-pupilled eyes, vicious talons - before the ceiling cracked and burst outward. The men had bodies that could no longer be confined by the small testing room that was appropriately sized for tiny human beings. The Slaves were completely inflexible, but made up for it by bulling through the pesky obstacle in their path. Panels of white wood slid off their faces and necks as they pushed upward into the larger warehouse outside of the testing room.

Some gut reaction had Natasha weaving her face side to side as she joined the men in extending her neck toward the high, sloped metal ceilings of the immense warehouse facility. She didn't stop pushing until her legs had lifted off the ground. Then she used her lengthy tail to lunge the rest of her body into the air. It was freeing and wonderful to extend her body upward to its full, unfettered length. And so easy. She felt like she weighed nothing at all despite her rapid growth. When her tail-tip had left the testing room floor completely, she waited for her body to fall back down. The moment never came.

Natasha gasped in a deep hiss. She could fly. Her body floated in the air of the warehouse, suspended by absolutely nothing. By magic. No, by the power of the reality that Project Universe had generated. She could see all of the machinery and equipment from her new vantage point outside of the small room-within-a-room. She saw the wires coming out the other side of the testing room. The servers, the computers running the requisite software. The copper, steel, iron, and tungsten alloys of the accelerators, the Hawking arrays, the forklifts, the shelving, the bright windows near the high ceilings. The tiny break room in the back corner three hundred feet away. It looked much smaller from so high.

She felt her spine subconsciously flexing. It did not want to be straight and rigid. Even as she felt her body growing still longer, she found her length had grown tortuous, ever-shifting and moving in the air. The lower surface of her noodle-like body had grown hard to form shiny bands protecting her belly. Admiring their gray, iridescent sheen as a portion of her length slid past her face, she realized her darkening body would soon be midnight black. Her crimson mane would stand out quite beautifully against it.

Her new body guided her movements as she flexed the muscles along most of her length to bring her limbs up for inspection. So much of her was moving that she was hard-pressed to say whether her upper neck was bending, her lower neck, her torso, her belly - there was too much of her to even reasonably assign named segments. In the air, with her body touching nothing, and with no objects by her face to use as a point of reference, it was even harder to say exactly how she was maneuvering herself. The instincts and reflexes of her modified brain were in charge of her motion now. Regardless of what exactly had moved, she soon found her arms and legs in her field of vision.

That was the oddest sensation yet. Seeing her body stretching vertically in front of her face. It was _her_body, but it was _in front_of her face. Five feet away from her out-turned canine nostrils. She couldn't even feel a strain or stretch in her back. Expecting a feeling of disorientation, or even vertigo, she closed her eyes. But none came. In this body, any orientation and any position was perfectly natural.

She looked past her not-quite-wolf snout to inspect her body. Her arms would now be more appropriately called forelegs, and her legs, her hind legs. There was little to differentiate them anymore. Each had three stocky toes with black claws on their tips. Each had the same texture as the rest of her normal skin, which was thicker and more protective than her human skin. And jet black. Her opposable thumbs were gone, leaving only thick talon-like digits devoid of any real dexterity. Paws meant for walking, she supposed, were she not capable of effortless flight.

What was most striking was the way her limbs looked like afterthoughts to her body plan. Tacked-on. Though each limb was significantly larger than it had been as a human, it was tiny compared to her ridiculously long, wide body. Almost vestigial. At least her thighs were still present. She could see some heavy muscling there. And between her exposed hips, in the space between two of her belly scales, she saw her new vagina. It was horizontal, and very large. A humongous penis would be needed to fill that slit, she was sure. Briefly, she tried to squeeze her thighs together to conceal her womanhood. But with her new reptilian anatomy, her hind legs were permanently splayed wide. Ready for the taking.

After losing interest with her limbs, she allowed her length to slide past her face. She noted the twenty or thirty feet of her body that separated her forelegs from her hind legs. To think of that portion as belly and chest would have been folly. She was one long, continuous serpent of the sky now.

And she was finished changing, she noticed. She'd stopped growing. Now her head hovered in place above the testing room, while from the neck down, her naturally undulating body weaved through the air. Her thick skin was jet black, featuring a gorgeous crimson mane from tail-tip to forehead. Tufts of the fur had sprouted along her jawline and around the base of her long ears, too. A weight tugged at her brows when she moved her head, due to the weight of the antlers that had grown. She wondered what color they were. And her eyes, how did they look? Her head was the one part of her body that she could not inspect with meticulous detail.

As for her total length, Natasha had no idea. She had to be at least eighty feet long. Possibly over a hundred. Idly she wondered if she could still her restless waving body long enough to measure it with a tape measure. The thought of making her entire body stock-still provoked some deep-seated anxiety from the depths of her transformed brain.

While running her tongue along the backs of her sleek new fangs, she wondered how dragon semen might taste. Would it burn her? Would it be more viscous than normal?

WHOOMPH.

WHOOMPH.

Natasha bent her neck to find a gigantic blue dragon heaving his body toward her on bat-like wings that spanned more than forty feet.

WHOOMPH-WHOOMPH.

WHOOMPH-WHOOMPH.

A second set of pounding wing-beats began to shake the air. The red dragon was close behind.

The Slaves in their new bodies were stunning. Frightening. Titanic. Invulnerable. They had long tails and necks, but those were nothing in length compared to her Chinese dragon body. Yet each was decorated with gorgeous but thick that would surely turn away even large caliber rifle rounds. The muscles of their bodies were defined despite the dragon-hide that threatened to obscure their handsome curves. The wicked talons on each of their four legs squeezed and clawed the air. She imagined her sinuous body helpless within their firm grips. The Slaves' intentions were obvious - they wanted to hold her length as they fucked her.

She could see it in their eyes. Their beautiful, bright eyes. The red dragon - Red - had eyes like the heart of a torch-flame: blinding orange with a coal black center. Blue had luminescent teal eyes that matched his cerulean hide wonderfully. Hard and fearsome though their expressions were, she could still see the lust written all over them. It was in the way they frantically flapped to quickly reach her without a second wasted. The movements of their thick digits and swaying tails. Their ivory fangs, exposed by their fixed snarls of lust. She couldn't see between their monstrous legs, but something told her she'd see fully erect dragonhoods ready to penetrate whatever orifice they could find on her lithe form. And in turn, she couldn't wait to suck on one of them.

What was wrong with her? Why was she so fixated on sucking one of their cocks?

Then the dragons were upon her. She felt the warm grip of Red's forepaws wrapping around her skin. Two sets of four pinpricks marked where his talons dimpled into her skin. She swung her maned head to the side and saw that of course he'd grabbed her near her hind legs. Red's wing-beats continued to shake the air while he maneuvered himself over her slit. The eager pants from his draconic maw fell upon her black skin and the bands of her belly like heat emanating from a live flame.

Instinct kicked in, and Natasha found herself wanting to latch onto the beast attempting to mount her. She needed points of contact. She needed leverage. The long, long length of her tail began wrapping around Red's own much thicker tail. Around and around she wrapped until the dragon's hide was mostly obscured by her black skin and crimson fur. She found the rest of her lower body slithering through the air around Red's upper half. While it was immensely comforting to feel her length against his warm scales, she was careful to leave plenty of room for his wings to move. She doubted her ability to keep them both aloft by whatever power she possessed.

From his tail to his neck, Red's body was covered with the serpentine noodle of flesh that was her body. Natasha found that the upper half of her body from forelegs to head was still free to wave and dance through the air. She immediately put her free portion to use by making a bee-line for Blue. The gargantuan beast had been forced to make some distance while her body whipped through the air to wrap around Red. Now, he bellowed a deep grunt to express his angry impatience. Black smoke trailed from his nostrils. He needed relief. Natasha would give it to him.

Her head swam through the air between Blue's legs, then over his flank, down the other side, beneath his belly once more, in front of his wing joints, past the underside of his neck - her movement was a blur and at the same time oh-so-natural. In seconds she'd wrapped Blue as well and positioned her wolf-like snout with their two tendrils in front of the dragon meat between his hind legs.

It was magnificent. Dark blue in color. Almost as thick as her snout. The base pointed downward but it curved up to point forward. Right toward her face. A bead of white fluid teetered at the tip of its two-foot length. A quick sniff confirmed that the masculine scent of his manhood and semen was very appetizing. She could feel the beast flapping, pulling at her body, trying to urge his cock forward and into her gullet. But her body was wrapped firmly around him. Any movements he made would pull her along too. The only way his cock would be going anywhere was if she wanted it. And luckily for him, want it she did.

But she could feel Red poking around the belly bands between her splayed hind-legs. Quickly, she swung her head out from beneath Blue's broad belly to look where, twenty feet away, Red's crimson dragon-cock finally found the proper angle of entry for her new vagina. To grant herself some measure of control, Natasha tried to grab onto the scales of Red's belly with her hind paws. The smooth, fiery red scales of his nether region granted her no purchase. She could feel as her claws, so far away from her face, scratched and slid off his belly.

A hissing snarl escaped from between her sharp teeth. Her eyes squeezed shut. She felt her twin tendrils stiffen. Red had entered her, alright. The familiar, desirable rush of blazing pleasure filled her loins, spreading outward. Every foot of her draconic length that was resting on Red's warm hide contracted, bringing them even closer together. Like this, she could feel the shifting of each hulking muscle beneath his armored hide. When his monstrous tail swung hither and thither to balance his movements, her own tail was pushed and pulled in concordance. The great breaths he pushed in and out of his long throat she could feel against her own belly. As if they were one beast, her body moved with his. Felt his motion as her own.

Red's rhythm was the slowest yet. As he rammed deeper into her on each thrust, spreading her walls with his hot meat, she found plenty of time to anticipate each push. Dragons were not swift creatures. But they were deliberate, and more importantly, powerful. The crushing weight of his thrusts could not be denied. For all her length and the sinuous strength therein, she was surprised to find that he could override any movement she tried to make. The strength contained within Red's hips and hind legs was simply too great for her to resist. If she tried to keep her slit away from him, he would squeeze her between his hind paws all the harder and pull her onto his shaft. Not that she had any true inclination to stop their bestial coupling.

She was interrupted from her swim in sensation by a blast of sound from Blue's fearsome maw. He'd craned his neck down, bringing his much larger head in front of hers. The heavy black horns behind his brows were emblems of his masculine dominance. Genuine rage flashed in his stunningly bright, slit-pupilled eyes. As he roared into her face, she could see the sharp fangs, coated in his viscous saliva, and the thick pink tongue they flanked. As well as the menacing glow of dragon-fire illuminating the back of his throat. Before the heat washing over her could become flame, she swung her head back between his legs and telepathically sent him a brief message.

Sorry, she said. The Slave within the dragon did not deign to respond to her.

While Red insistently pounded her slit far along down her body, she struggled to maintain her focus on what was in front of her nose. Yet when the thick blue member hung before her once again, the powerful sensations from her loins were almost easy to ignore. How could she turn this cock down? She felt like her mouth was on the verge of watering, so great was her desire to take Blue's meat into her mouth. How would he taste? How much of him could she fit? His pungent aroma beckoned her. Without further ado, she parted her teeth, closed her eyes, and extended her neck onto Blue's cock.

She'd scarcely felt him on her tongue when Blue bucked forward, jabbing his tip into the back of her throat. The gagging sound she made was a choked grunt unlike any animal on Earth. It quickly transitioned into a pleased hiss. Natasha found it easy to wrap her tongue around Blue's thick member. Easier still to slide her head back and forth along his length. It was so easy. So natural. Why was it so deeply satisfying to blow the dragon?

Blue let out a rumbling growl that ended with a sibilant hiss. Natasha, with her longer ears, could hear the relief in the dragon's wordless tone. Could feel it in the way his body relaxed in her coils. He even forgot to flap for a moment, but whatever force kept her aloft prevented them from immediately plummeting. No fear could touch her in the air. The cool wind was ruffling the fur of her mane. It made a faint keening noise as it swished past the bony edges of Blue's wings.

Her eyes shot open. The warehouse was gone. Now, they were three dragons in the wide open blue sky. Lazy white clouds dotted the distant, hilly horizon. A few hundred feet away there was one of those tiered towers - a pagoda, Natasha thought they were called. Its eaves were painted a bright red, which stood in stark contrast to the lovely blue lake at its shore. Natasha tilted her head as she continued her ministrations of Blue's cock, and eyed the pristine waters of the lake as they floated above the surface.

_Lovely day for a long fuck, isn't it?_she said to her two draconic lovers. She made sure to get her humorous tone across their telepathic link.

Yeah, said Blue, sounding distracted. His true mouth continued to make rumbling growls in time to her back-and-forth motion along his big blue cock.

Yep, said Red. He'd barely heard her, by the sound of it. The gargantuan red dragon's eyes were closed and his neck bent forward and downward. Natasha caught the sound of his pleasured hissing as he slowly pounded her slit. She could see and feel - _definitely_feel - the place between her lax hind legs where his monstrous hips ground against her long belly.

It was a good thing their penises were curved, or else Red might have pushed all the way through to her back and out the other side.

As the breeze puffed against her form once again, Natasha focused on the sensations she was receiving. She wanted to keep them in her memory for as long as possible. To savor the impossibly delightful sex with these two colleagues-turned-dragons.

A warm mixture of her own viscous saliva with Blue's even thicker precum dribbled out the corners of her mouth. Long though her snout was, it could not contain all the fluids being produced within it. Her tongue licked and squeezed the firm blue meat with a mind of its own. His penis tasted spicy, maybe even a bit salty. Though it was certainly very warm, it wasn't hot enough to burn her. Every now and then she let the sharp fangs at the tip of her snout brush against his cock. She loved the resultant staccato of hisses that bit into his steady groaning. Even his hisses were incredibly low-pitched. Her whole body felt the sounds his vast chest and throat produced, as she was in intimate contact with him all along his body.

The taste of the semen itself was like nectar to her. Sweet. Tangy. Hot. Undeniably male. She could taste it in her nostrils. She could feel it on her tongue. And she absolutely loved it. Whether her new form was instinctively satisfied by the act of oral sex, or if the men had put in some strange clause for her transformation to alter her mind, Natasha knew not. She cared even less.

All the while, Red shoved his thickness between her legs, then tore it back out. She was only barely big enough to accommodate his dragonhood. Compared to the rest of his bulky body, his cock was proportionately large. But that didn't mean it was small. It was bigger by a long-shot than the stallion cock she'd taken earlier, that was for sure. Because she squeezed her vaginal muscles and contracted along his length when he went in, it almost felt like her walls would be torn out of her slit when he withdrew. Every cycle was greatly enhanced by the feeling of him pulling out of her warm and wet tunnel. Like a woman trying desperately to hold onto her lover's stronger arm as he pulls away, leaving her fingers to slide down his forearm before he finally breaks contact. She savored the squelching sound that their sexual organs made every time he pulled out.

This has gone far beyond amazing, she said to them, not trying to hide her incredulous delight. They made no response, but she knew they could hear her. Their 'extremely engrossing draconic mating urges' must have been more overwhelming than they'd anticipated. The two couldn't even process her words when they were spoken directly into their minds.

Briefly, she pondered what it must be like for one to be so drowned in lust and sensation that one could not even make sense of telepathic communication.

This is impossible, she went on as her body undulated to the rhythm of their coupling.We're not even pretending to retain our humanity anymore. You couldn't call us even close to human. We've gone far, far beyond anthropomorphic forms. Beyond those imitations that merely mimic the size and shape of human beings. Now we're nothing more than feral beasts.

Natasha felt like the corners of her mouth might have quirked upward in amusement, were she human. The fact that they didn't only emphasized her previous point in her mind.

We're more than human. Better_than human. We're mythical creatures; legends that were the subject of humanity's awe and respect for centuries and centuries. Across cultures far and wide. It's incredible._

Blue continued to moan and groan his passions. Red kept on hissing and rumbling. Natasha was loving every second. The dual stimulation. The way her long, long body was so tightly wrapped around each of them. The fact that each of them was fucking her at different speeds and so far apart from one another, yet her body bridged the gaps with ease.

You're so damn big. I'm way too long. And you're both the hottest pieces of ass I've ever laid eyes on._She grunted. _Well, we don't really have asses anymore per se. Those muscled tails make up for that though. They're quite shapely. And the meat between your legs; leagues better than any human.

Natasha felt absolutely care-free. She was drifting in the breeze in the form of an elegant and beautiful Chinese dragon. An unbelievably powerful and sexy dragon was fucking her entire mouth as another equally hunky dragon took her between her legs. They could manipulate the world and themselves however they liked. Words flowed from her mind like water.

She started to go on more about the feel of their hot cocks inside of her, but she felt something change. Along the length of her neck she felt Blue beginning to tense up. His hisses went higher in pitch. His rhythm sped up. Not five seconds later, the same thing happened to Red. They were going to cum. Inside of her.

The thought threatened to make her burst with anticipation. She pictured gallons of semen spraying out between her wolfish fangs. The cock in her mouth was going to erupt in mere moments!

Yes, there was something definitely wrong with her. Oral sex had never excited her so much. Not that she was opposed to feeling so eager. The opposite was more true.

There was a problem though. She wanted both of them to ejaculate at the same time, which meant Red needed a bit of help.

She began to undulate the portion of her body that connected the two winged beasts, such that the lower portion of her body wrapped around Red waved up and down to the rhythm of his hastening thrusts. Every time he pushed into her slit, she changed direction, effectively amplifying the force and the pleasure he would experience. Every time he withdrew from her wet vagina, she let him fall so that he could slam back into her all the harder. Each peak, she could feel his moist and hot tip marking her cervix with his seed. There was absolutely no room inside of her vagina with that girthy meat taking up every inch of room. When he came, where would it all go?

The build-up was longer than expected. She couldn't keep herself from growling and hissing right along with her two lovers as they went faster and faster. Every second was fiery ecstasy. They must have been quite a sight, were there anyone to see them. Three legendary animals fucking so intensely. Their chorus might have set the lake rippling if they were a bit lower in altitude.

Finally, the moment came. Blue roared so loudly that Natasha felt her ears turn away from the sound. Her body bounced and rocked against his as it vibrated with the force of his bellow and his orgasm. Spurt after hot spurt of dragon-semen slammed the back of her throat. She swallowed once, swallowed again, swallowed as quickly as she could. Semen tickled and burned her lips where it dribbled out. It was delicious, absolutely delicious. She could not recall anything tasting better. She didn't want it to end. She wanted the moment to freeze. This could be her life. Feeling her blue lover shatter the air with his passionate roar, and being privileged enough to swallow his proud load into her infinite body.

Simultaneously, Red pressed himself close to her exposed hips, pushing her tiny hind legs apart, as he exploded into her. His semen oozed out around his cock, running along the shallow crevices of the belly bands around her slit. As she'd suspected, there was no room. Even so, she felt an intense blooming of heat deep inside her. Every conceivable space that might have not been filled by Red, now was. Natasha wanted him so badly, wanted him to fill her as much as he could. She would be happy to bear his children, his little dragonets. She'd be overjoyed to birth his sons and daughters, or to lay their eggs, or however the fuck her body functioned. It was bliss. Liter after liter of hot, gooey semen seeped out of her vagina around Red's pulsating cock. The feeling flowing through her being was untouchable. Golden.

Ten seconds, or perhaps ten minutes later, Natasha became aware that her ecstatic state was fading away. She was coming back to herself. Blearily, she blinked her eyes. Now they were only a few feet from the surface of the lake. Each _WHOOMPH_of Red's and Blue's wing-beats agitated the surface into ripples and waves.

A lethargic calm overtook her. Paradoxically, a restlessness crept into every foot of her tubular body. She allowed her body to unwrap from her lovers, a process which took many seconds. Somehow she felt not the slightest bit disoriented as her head was swung around and around Blue's torso. At last free, she felt more at ease once her length began to wave and dance in the breeze. Unrestricted.

Let's land on the shore over there, she said, gesturing with her snout to a bank near the pagoda. She felt the assent of the other two in her mind as they began flapping over.

After they'd landed and folded their humongous wings, Natasha alighted beside them. Her long neck and tail continued to undulate even with all four feet on the ground. The air contracted, suddenly tense. The distant scenery wavered, dimming in color toward industrial gray. The room was reverting.

May as well take our cue, said Red. He sounded grouchy, but at the same time, satisfied.

Blue must have said something telepathically to the microphone, as Natasha felt her body beginning to shorten at least as quickly as it had lengthened during her earlier transformation. She closed her eyes, doing her best to ignore the depressing sensation of her glorious dragon body shrinking into her puny, pathetic, helpless human form. Yard after yard compressed together and was swallowed into nothingness. Mercifully, it was over in less than ten seconds. She got to her feet and looked at the two Slaves standing nearby. They were in the testing room once again. Or what was left of it; the roof was still completely destroyed from their prior transformation into humongous beasts. The gash in the wall from the impact of a certain tiger remained as well.

Natasha drew in a prolonged, shaky breath. And let it out. She wiggled her fingers and toes, missing the thick strength of the claws she'd worn seconds ago.

She was human once more.

_So what did you do to my head?_she said wryly. They looked at her blankly before smiling at the same time.

We gave you an oral fixation, Right Slave sent.

Put it in your head that you were obsessed with the idea, process, and sensations of having dragon penis in your mouth, added Left Slave.

That way, everyone would win, Right Slave finished.

Natasha let out a chuckle. It was clever, she had to admit. I know I should_be bothered that you fucked with my brain like that...but somehow, I can't seem to care. In fact, I think I liked it._

Glad to hear it, said the Slaves together. They glanced at each other in surprise, then high-fived.

Natasha rolled her eyes and chuckled again. And here I thought you two were getting the hang of finishing each others' sentences.

* * *

Ten minutes later, Natasha was lounging in a sinfully comfortable leather massage chair. She smiled; the vibrations reminded her of the feelings she'd experienced as a Chinese dragon a few minutes prior. The close contact with her orgasming dragon lovers had vibrated her whole body then, too.

She raised the straw to her lips. An ice cold Shirley temple, her favorite drink as an undergraduate. She used to pretend it was alcoholic when her college friends dragged her out for a night of dancing, despite the number of essays due or exams they had the following day. How distant and inconsequential her life now seemed. With Project Universe, anything was possible. She could do anything. Absolutely anything.

A shiny golden robot three feet tall attended to her feet while she sipped. She'd commanded the simulation to make a robot capable of giving the ultimate pedicure, and so far it hadn't disappointed. In fact, it was giving three ultimate pedicures at once. The two Slaves were sitting in identical chairs across from her, each relaxing with their beverages of choice. Some kind of beer that she didn't recognize.

Right Slave spoke to them without bothering to open his eyes. We created a restroom, used it, and made it disappear. We made a list of all active commands and evaluated them for any potential hazards or contradictions down the line. We confirmed that time is nearly frozen outside. And now we're sitting in the world's most comfortable chairs, receiving the world's best pedicures. I'm not sure how this day could get any better, but if either of you have any ideas, I'm all ears.

The air around his jawline shimmered before resolving into an additional pair of human ears.

Natasha laughed, almost gagging on her drink. Nice, she sent as he telepathically commanded the new ears to disappear.

Left Slave held out a hand. A tall cheeseburger materialized on his palm. It was steaming fresh. He took a big bite as Right Slave created his own burger. Juice dribbled down their chins. Natasha turned away from the unappetizing sight and tried to think of anything they might be missing. Anything that could be improved, and what their next scenario could entail.

Her eyes wandered the room. Facility front entrance. Gashed wooden wall. Sloped ceilings high above. Benjamin and the board members frozen in stasis along the other wall. Beth the wolf - who knew what her original name was? - was crouched right there along with the humans.

An idea began to take root. She nurtured it, explored it, allowed it to become a real possibility. Then she prepared the world for the idea to join it.

"Command: No one and nothing can physically harm or restrain me or the Slaves, unless we wish it. No one and nothing can interrupt, distract, or otherwise stop me or the Slaves from issuing commands to the simulation, unless we wish it."

Both Slaves watched her curiously, the burgers and mugs of beer forgotten in their hands. They were trying to figure out her plans. She could tell.

"Command: the thirteen people in stasis are no longer gagged. The thirteen people in stasis are naked."

She eyed the people frozen in time where they sat as their clothes and gags were dissolved by the power of the simulation. By some impulse of curiosity, she found her eyes on Benjamin's crotch. Hm. His bush of pubic hair, flaccid black cock, and tiny testicles weren't exactly unattractive, but after what she'd experienced in the last hour or two, it would take a lot more than that to even begin to tantalize her.

She glanced up at the Slaves. Slow smiles spread across each of their identical faces. Yes, they were beginning to guess at her intentions.

What do you say, she said with a smirk in her tone. Shall we unleash the hounds? Or perhaps we could start a stampede? The possibilities are endless, you know.

Natasha, you beautiful, sexy genius, said Right Slave.

You cunning, gorgeous girl, Left Slave added. The possibilities are indeed endless.

Natasha stood. The men joined her. She commanded the simulation to destroy the massage chairs, robot, and the food and drinks. Together, they stood before the thirteen people frozen in time. Natasha wondered what their reaction to her and the Slaves' proud nudity might be. It seemed like ancient history when she imagined the horror she would have felt standing naked before her fellow team leads and the full board earlier that day. It would have been her worst nightmare.

Now, she was invincible. Empowered. Literally untouchable and in absolute control of everything that could happen. She had no fear. No hesitation. When she pictured the thirteen re-animated people looking at her naked with horror and embarrassment, the image brought her only amusement and a sense of distant fascination.

_Let's get started,_she said.

We're ready, said the Slaves together.

Eagerness put a smile on her face as she parted her lips and spoke the command that would bring them into a new world of opportunity.

"Command: the thirteen people in front of me are no longer in stasis!"