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When Mika awoke, she was expecting some awful shit. Her main prediction had been a dark, damp dungeon that wreaked of death; a place that always had her shivering, no matter how tightly she curled herself up.

But when she woke up, gasping and fatigued, she found that she was in her room. Intense confusion filled her as she examined the place she was in. Upon further inspection, she decided that this was not her room, only a replica; her room was a lot dirtier, clothes and toys scattered across the floor. This room was quite tidy, the floors polished more to her liking than she'd care to admit. The next thing that gave it away was that her little chest of bondage gear had been replaced with a multi-level cart, filled with bondage gear both familiar and unfamiliar.

It was at that moment that she noticed a familiar-looking key on top of the cart, a kind of key she'd seen far too many times. She looked down at herself, and to her horror, she was not only naked with one hand chained to her bed, but she was also sporting a shiny metal chastity belt. She roared in anger and instantly went to work, alternating between pulling and gnawing at the chains and stretching and pushing the belt; both were in vain, the metal far stronger than anything she'd ever encountered.

The door swung open, and another dragon stepped into the room. He was much bigger than her, with thick, armored scales and toned muscles. His scales were mostly dark brown, with a lighter brown on his limbs and tracing the edge of his underbelly, which was a tan color. He had an annoyed look on his face, but when he saw her, his eyes widened with surprise and joy.

"Oh!" he exclaimed excitedly. "You're awake! I was beginning to think that you'd... well, you know."

"Who the hell are you?!" she demanded, but he shushed her.

"Please lower your voice," he requested politely. "I understand that you have many questions, and as long as you are polite, I will answer them all for you. As for your first one, I am Krynn, and I will be your trainer."

"Trainer?" she questioned. What the hell was he going to train her in?

"That, I will explain later," he promised. "Along with the belt. Next question please."

She started to protest, but stopped herself, realizing that she had no leverage whatsoever in this situation. Even if she wasn't chained down, he was far bigger than her. "Where am I? What happened?" She questioned. Memories of the events that transpired before this flooding back in a wave.

"You were abducted by one of my mercenaries," he explained, most likely referring to the green-eyed human. "As a result, you are now the property of the Nightmares. You are currently in one of my training facilities."

"I am NOT property!" Mika growled, pulling against her restraints. Krynn only frowned. "And who the hell are the Nightmares?! What do you mean your training facility?!"

"Mika, please," he said softly. "Calm down. If you cannot lower your voice, I will be forced to gag you."

She shuddered at the threat... hell, it was barely a threat. He said it so nonchalantly and gently that it almost didn't register as one. But in the end, Mika growled and obeyed. He nodded his head in approval.

"Good," he assured her. Mika looked away and snorted sulkily. "The Nightmares are an interdimensional organization. We are powerful creatures from a diverse list of dimensions, varying from demi-gods to shapeshifters. As for your second question, I am the head of the Preparation and Correction program. Recently, I got bored with just an executive position, so I took a break to get some hands-on experience. Am I making sense so far?

Mika sat in silence for a moment, struggling to comprehend what she just heard. An entire organization consisting of not just powerful creatures, but creatures from other dimensions? She had learned of the other planes of existence, but she never imagined that it went this far.

"What am I being trained for?" she questioned, looking at the dragon in front of her in a new light. From what he told her, his powers could range from basic to god-like. Krynn sighed as if he had been dreading the question. For all the other answers, he had done his best to look her in the eye, but for this one, he turned away and fiddled with some of the stuff around the room.

"While you were asleep, we took all sorts of measurements," he explained. "And based on your size, weight, fertility, estimated durability, and many more fields... The Nightmares determined you would serve best in the Sexual Relief category."

"What?!" she screamed, pulling at her chains. They were going to turn her into a sex slave? A toy for others to use for their sexual pleasure? Would she get pregnant? What would they do to her? "YOU CAN'T DO THAT!"

Something shot from Krynn's hand, wrapping around her snout in an instant, silencing her; and before she could try to pull it off, several more launched from him, trapping her in place. She soon realized that what was binding her was not something that had come from his hand, no, to her horror, she realized it WAS his hand. His left foreleg had deformed and morphed into tentacles, which is what was holding her in place. And yet, despite everything, his eyes were still soft and caring.

"You will not raise your voice at me in such a way again," he stated firmly, before returning to a gentle voice. "I understand that this is quite the leap, and so, I'm willing to be patient with you. I promise, if you cooperate, you will not hate it here. But, I will not tolerate being disrespected. Understand?"

Mika wanted to shout, she wanted to scream and claw and kick this dragon. She wanted to be back home, with Nydon, cuddling him for warmth. But she was a long way from home, maybe even multiple dimensions away. Now, this was going to be her life... Forever trapped with this dragon. So, with no other choice, she nodded, and he slowly released her. She squeezed her eyes shut to hold back tears. She heard the door open. "If you're hungry," he told her. "Double-tapping the wall next to you opens the menu. It will be delivered in no time."

"Will I ever get to go home?" she asked through her tears, and he froze, stiffening. He turned to look at her again, pure pity in his eyes.

"No," he told her. "I'm sorry, but this is your home now."

And with that, he left her alone.