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"How do I get myself into these messes?"

Meceron really didn't know. The green dragon took a few steps back and forth along the floor of the narrow pit, barely more two paces in any direction, a completely perfect circle. The walls were completely smooth, without the slightest signs of any handholds, let alone any earth that he could dig his claws into. Some last bits of sunlight flickered at the top of the pit more than twenty feet up, but that was fading fast.

He grunted softly as he touched his hand to the wall of the pit. If this was any bigger, he might be able to fly out, but as it was, he had to keep his wings furled tight to his back. Whoever dug this pit - and it had to have been dug, with how smooth the walls were - obviously intended whoever fell in to be stuck for a while.

The question was, why would anyone put a pit like this out in the middle of nowhere, with no sign of civilization or any bipedal life anywhere around it? It didn't make any sense, and as the light faded, Meceron started to worry more about the purposes of this pit.

Normally he wouldn't worry much. He was a dragon, after all, if a very inexperienced one. He had strong scales that most creatures would have a hard time getting through, and unless there were armed guards that came to get him, armed with some pretty big guns, he didn't have much to fear from most furs or humans either. His claws were strong, and could slash through skin as easily as a knife through butter.

So why was he so afraid down here?

Finally the sunlight disappeared, leaving him in total darkness. His own hand was impossible to see, even though he knew just where it was, let alone anything that he might have missed on the wall that might help him out. Meceron shook his head a few times, stepping back from the wall, slowly laying himself down on the pit floor. It was just wide enough for him to stretch out, his head a few inches away from one side of the pit, and his feet the same distance from the other. "At least I can sleep comfortably," he muttered under his breath, folding one wing around his chest like a blanket against the night chill, closing his eyes.

#

Gurgle, POP!

The dragon's eyes opened as he heard what sounded like bubble wrap popping, shaking his head a few times as he lifted his head off of the ground. He blinked several times, clearing the blurriness of sleep out of his eyes, and looked around.

At each side was a slow flowing black mass, shining softly in the moonlight. It bubbled as it flowed, little black bumps forming in the goo before popping when they got too big. It seemed to flow out of the side of the pit, through some small hole in the side that he had missed, and it already had his left foot covered up in it.

Meceron shook his head as he tried to pull himself up, but no sooner had he gotten his back off of the ground than the goo surged forward. It slammed into his chest, knocking him back against the ground for a second before pushing him off of it again, the strange black liquid surrounding him, above and below. His arms were completely covered, shoved down against the ground, as the strange semi-solid goo flowed over his body, surrounding it bit by bit.

What few clothes he had were the first to disappear, affected in some strange way by the goo, disintegrating under its touch, and leaving him completely naked. He growled, trying to raise his hands off of the ground, trying to slice at the goo, but his arms were pinned down against the ground. No matter how hard he struggled against it, the goo seemed possessed of some kind of super strength, and it resisted his best efforts, his strongest struggles, keeping him pinned as easily as an adult might pin a hatchling.

The goo was strangely warm against his scales, almost like it was a living being pressing against him instead of some sort of black, moving goo. He could only watch as it slid along his body, sliding up his leg and spreading down his chest, surrounding his scales with the slick, black material. It was highly reflective as well, bouncing the moonlight off of its surface, which was the only thing that let him see where it was other than the contrast against his scales.

It stroked him in strange ways as it spread further and further over his body, the touches almost tender as the goo clung to his scales like a skintight suit, and against his will, Meceron started to get hard. He groaned and blushed in embarrassment as he felt his cock slide free from its protective slit, fighting it with as many thoughts and as much willpower as he could summon, but nothing seemed capable of stopping it. More than that, the goo stroked along his thighs deliberately, as though it was trying to get him hard, as though it was trying to make his cock get as hard and as erect as it possibly could.

He felt the strange stuff surround the back of his head, pushing it up from the ground, forcing him to watch as the rest of it slid over his body. The strange stuff had already sealed most of his left leg into itself, surrounding his leg with the reflective black stuff. It felt...familiar, in a way. Very familiar, even if he couldn't quite figure out just what it was.

Familiar or not, though, the dragon grunted and continued to struggle, flailing his tail around. It pushed at the goo, trying to shove it off of his leg, and for a second it looked like he might have a little luck with that.

Then the goo grabbed hold of it from below, swallowing up the tip before spreading up his tail. Connected as it was to the puddle of goo below him, he could only watch as his tail was stilled, and slowly swallowed up.

Latex. The thought came to mind like a bolt of lightning through the sky, suddenly and clearly. The goo felt and looked like latex, though he had never heard of it moving around on its own before, nor seen it cover a person without the person actually moving it themselves.

He opened his mouth, drawing in a deep breath. If there was someone around controlling this, maybe there was someone else around to hear him. Meceron was past the point of caring if someone saw him like this, and he'd take the chance of being embarrassed about his situation if it meant that someone could get him out of this.

Before he could shout, though, the latex creature surprised him. A stalk of goo raised out of the main puddle, raising above his head. Before the dragon's eyes, it shifted in shape until it was an exact copy of his own shaft. His eyes went wide, and he could get no more than the slightly whimper out before the latex cock slammed into his mouth, filling it up in less than a second.

Even as his tongue was pinned by the fake cock, and his mouth filled with the taste of latex, he watched it spread even further, surrounding his mouth and spreading down his snout. No matter how hard he tried to open his mouth, it didn't work. The latex creature was too strong, holding his mouth shut as his scales were covered, almost replaced with the smooth black goo, turning more solid as it settled around his muzzle, still slightly stretchy and still leaving his nostrils uncovered, but too strong for him to pull away.

It had managed to slide all the way up both of his legs now, leaving only the top of his head, a bit of his tail, and his groin uncovered. The dragon gasped and grunted around the latex covering his snout, but he could barely hear himself. There was no way that anyone else, even the person controlling this thing - if indeed there was one - could hear him.

His eyes went wide as he saw another fake cock rise out of the goo, his body forced to move until he look down between his legs. The living latex had spread along his tail all the way up to his anus, and the latex had forced tentacle fingers to spread his hole open a little bit. Actually able to see a little bit into himself, Meceron was helpless to do anything but watch as the latex cock moved closer and closer to his spread hole.

It slid in with ridiculous ease, the goo lubricating itself as it slid into his hole. He grunted, biting down as much as he could onto the latex in his mouth, without any effect. It pushed in deeper and deeper, spreading him open, filling him up, deeper and deeper with every second. For a few moments, it almost felt like it might spread too deep for him to take.

Then it stopped. Before his eyes, the latex sealed itself around the cock in his ass, keeping it inside, even as it kept spreading upwards.

His view was cut off as the latex covered his eyes, forming a hood around his face. There was no way for him to do anything but smell now, and that was only so that he could breathe. He couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't taste anything; all he had left was his sense of touch, and that was getting a hell of a workout as his crotch was assaulted by the latex creature, the goo spreading around his groin slower than it had the rest of his body.

Meceron felt it cover his cock, felt it slide along his shaft. It tightened hard around the base of his cock, squeezing it, forcing it hard, harder than usual. As his cock throbbed, the latex slowly flowed up it, feeling almost like a blowjob in reverse, swallowing his cock from the base upwards rather than the tip downwards. Little whimpers slipped from his lips before he could stop himself, and then moans as the latex moved further and further along his cock.

With every inch that the latex advanced over his cock, the dragon found it harder and harder to move. What little mobility he had left in his arms and legs disappeared, and even his tail stopped moving, the latex hardening around him, stiffening.

Except for on his cock. That latex moved, swirled, squeezed, even vibrated around his shaft, making him grunt and moan and whimper like a first timer beneath his latex gag. He could feel his pre flowing up to the tip of his cock, could feel the latex pushing him further and further, as though it was trying to push him to a full on orgasm. Even the goo inside of his ass, even that latex cock started to vibrate, rubbing right against his prostate, and he would have bucked against the bizarre latex creature if he had any freedom of movement.

Just as the latex reached the tip of his cock, however, something pressed against his urethra. It pushed into him with enough force to make him gasp, his entire body shaking as his cock was capped off. The latex tube sliding in went deep, deeper than anything he could have imagined, leaving a strange mix of pleasure and violation in its wake as it went deep inside of him.

As it descended, it vibrated softly, buzzing against the inside of his cock as the rest of the latex buzzed against the outside of his shaft, tantalizing him, teasing him. The dragon wanted to cum, needed to cum despite the bizarre strangeness of the situation, but the cap on his cock, the squeezing latex at the base of his cock, kept him from being able to. His cock was utterly restrained, his body kept at the edge as the tube continued to go deep inside of his cock, following his plumbing further and further.

Finally, just when he thought that it could go no further and still be inside his body, it stopped. Yet, it continued to vibrate, continued to tease him. Meceron groaned, squirming in the minute, miniscule way that the suit allowed, trembling, whimpering through the gag as best he could.

#

On a computer screen a long way away, a little light came up and a little beep sounded from the console. "Pit 3 Active, Awaiting Retrieval. Pit 3 Active, Awaiting Retrieval," said a little monotone voice, and a silhouette at a table on the other side of the room looked up with a grin.