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Smoke of Desire

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Kirisha grunted as she cut her way through the thick jungle foliage. “Bloody superstitious dragons. ‘This area is cursed, no one should enter.’ ‘We won’t guide you to the lost ruins of Thymus.’ Well they wouldn’t be LOST if you actually went and looked for them,” she grumbled sarcastically to herself as she pulls out a hand-drawn map based on a stone carving she found a few weeks ago. The green scaled anthropomorphic raptor with her sharp yellow eyes scans the horizon as she catches a glimpse of something out in the distance.

“‘Lost’ my tail,” she remarks with a smirk as she pushed forward. It takes at least another hour of pushing forward to get to her destination and when she bursts through the jungle she finds worn greyed out stones, statues, and a large pyramid-like structure with stairs leading up and into the middle of the building; but already at a glance she can tell rocks block her way.

“Remarkable,” she mutters to herself as she decides to take a long around putting her machete back into its holster, adjusting her backpack as she looks over the stone structures. They look not only worn but disfigured, “It's like someone tried to hide the evidence…” she remarks as pieces of the dragon’s stone wings, and face litter the ground, each of the massive eight statues leading towards the pyramid are. Weather has further disfigured them even more so. If it wasn’t for her earlier studies she’d not even been able to figure out that it was even a dragon. So much about this place was a mystery, but what she could gather that this was once a source of some kind of great power. It was an empire that spread across all of the known land and then vanished. It was this mystery that drew her here, despite the scrutiny of her peers who claimed this past should remain buried, but when she asked to why? They all gave vague answers of that it was, ‘just how it's always been’.

With a deep breath she moves up the stairs, her feet tapping on the overgrown stone steps. She slips once halfway up, catching herself as she looks back now that she is at least two and a half stories up and just reaches the blocked-off entrance. The doorway itself was massive-- big enough for a large dragon to easily fit through. “Hmm, well a rock in my way never stopped me… when I have just a smidge of dynamite,” she grins to herself as she pulls out a hand drilling tool. She spends a good half hour drilling into the rock before putting in a small bit of explosive. “I didn’t spend five years studying with dragons and not learn anything about fire now,” she chuckles to herself, feeling proud of her own brilliance as she pulls back behind the side on the pyramid. She sets up the long fuse and prepares to set it off when suddenly she heard a crack.

“What was thaaaaaaat!” she exclaims as floor beneath her gave way as she is quickly shot into darkness. Dust flies and rocks crackle as she fell a good story down, her legs aching as she looks up at the hole above her, “Not what I had in mind,” she grunts as she pulls out an oil lamp and a pair of flint rocks. After smacking the rocks together she manages to catch the wick on fire. A little smoke trail moves upwards from the lamp as the room is lit up. Nothing more than a little storage area filled with dust, bugs and foods that have long withered away to not even be called rotten anymore. Brushing herself off she stands up slowly, “Looks like the only way out of here is down… maybe I find something to build a mound back out,” she remarks to herself as she starts to head down. Here there was no growth, only dust and the faintest smell of something… she wasn’t sure what it was. Her best guess was… incense, maybe? Though it must have long since run out or gone putrid by now. She went deeper and deeper below ground level for sure till she reached a large open room that her lantern could do nothing but only light up bits pieces of it.

Here there were statues fearsome dragons, perfectly preserved... but these were nothing like what she saw in her sketches and research. These were something else. She moved closer to them, “Ancient draconic… wait no, this is older than ancient draconic, I can pick up a few words but-- gah I can’t makes sense of it. All I see is something about ‘smoke’? What smoke?” she comments to herself as she looks around taking note that there are thirteen dragons in the room, twelve in a circle with one massive-looking dragon in the center. The statue in the center was different from the rest. Instead of grey or brown stone, this appeared to be made out of pure obsidian and some kind of smooth ash grey stone chest. While the other dragons looked stern, fierce and menacing, this one looked angry, struggling as if caught in mid-fight.

“What could this mean?” Kirisha wondered as her voice echoed in the caverns. She moved closer to this center dragon, curious, her lantern held before her. It jingled and squeaked as she moved forward trying to find any markings or even a base for it. Only catching faded runic symbols around it. “Maybe this was a ritual sight of some kind,” she spoke aloud to herself as she stepped closer, her lantern shining bright and revealing the delicate carved scales of the statue.

“Whoever made this took their time; it looks almost real,” she remarks as she places the lantern down to start to quickly scribble some notes. A small puff of smoke floats up and touches the statue and is quickly absorbed. Suddenly, there is a small rumble felt in the ground. Kirisha jumps back, “An Earthquake? Of all the rotten luck!” she exclaims as the glass-stone statue starts to crack. Kirisha scurries back as stone fragments break off the state and fly off in every which direction. The sudden stone explosion causes Kirisha to reflexively protect her eyes with her arm, as the stone breaks with force but not enough to cause any harm to her. As the stone clatters to the ground Kirisha looks up to see… nothing. Not even a trace of the intricate statue at the center remained.

“That was strange…”

“Strange, indeed. And here I expected one of my own servants to take to freeing me. You, lesser creature, are not at all who I expected… Unwitting, unknowing, releasing me quite by accident. How delightful,” he chuckles deeply, his voice has a rolling echo, a domineering tone and a dark one that sends shivers through Kirisha’s spine. Kirisha jumps to her feet as she rushes for the lantern picking it up she looks around, still seeing nothing.

“Who's there?”

“Does the pitiful creature truly not know? Has my name been so stripped from the annals that my glorious form bore no title to it in your mind? A shame… But I believe we shall remedy that soon enough,” he remarks after giving out a soft sigh.

“Thymus?” Kirisha asks as she continues to look around.

“Oh ho, what a pleasant surprise. The little thing really does know who I am, does it?” he asks as his voice seems to echo through the room making it impossible to discern where it's coming from.

“Well… of course I know who you are. I’ve grown up hearing about the legend of Thymus. The great and powerful dragon. You are the reason I became an archeologist. My life’s work was to find your lost city and prove you exist. I just never expected you to be… alive. This is amazing, there are so many questions I want to ask you about li--.”

“SILENCE!” the dragon roared as Kirisha stopped in her tracks, before he let out a chuckle, catching himself almost amusedly, “Alive indeed. The elders were clever, weren’t they? They knew the power I held, they knew even slaying me was dangerous. No, pitiful insect, this is not the seat of my power. This is a prison, construed by those… guardians,” he scowls, looking to the statues around him, “It would seem they are quite bound as well. Such a shame I cannot awaken them. How I would enjoy showing them the grip of the power they feared. Ah, well,” he remarks as Kirisha hears stone cracking and breaking. She tries to follow the noise but only finds shattered statues in the sound’s wake, “There we go, now that, that’s been taken care of… onto you.”

“This was a prison? I guess the legends had some truth to them…”

“Legends you say? Let us hear more.”

“Huh… I somehow don’t think you’d like them.”

“Do you fear for your life? Naive little creature, how you misunderstand me. I do not intend to waste what can still be useful to me in service,” he chuckles deeply as suddenly a pair of yellow piercing draconic eyes appear out of a thick black smoke, which quickly forms into a face, then into a body, a massive dragon even larger than the original statue stands before her, his head lowered to hers as she can’t help but stare into those deep yellow glowing piercing eyes.

Kirisha stands there like a deer trapped in headlights as the dragon slowly smiles revealing rows of white dagger teeth, “Frozen in fear, are we? There will be no need to speak. I will learn all I need to know from your mind,” he chuckles as his eyes glow brighter, Kirisha’s own reflect the light seeming to glow in kind as she felt her head start to pound, blood rushing through her as she felt the thumping of her heartbeat within her ears. The air seems to be sucked from her lungs as his warm hand burning hand caresses her scaled chin. Suddenly the dragon blinks and whatever hold on her is broken, Kirisha takes a deep breath of musty air as the dragon chuckles once again.

“Now, now… It would seem I have been gone for too long indeed. Dragons at once dwindle in favor of the more quaint, mundane creatures of this world, and yet… These ‘purple dragons’ fascinate me. Never had such a power existed in my time. Able to master any power beyond their predispositions, while I had to tamper with my own spirit to be anything but a fire dragon-- hah! The cosmos loves its cruel jokes. So there are two now, are there? ‘Spyro’, and ‘Cynder’... You are fascinated with our history, to know so much about them. To know about myself, what little you truly do. And yet here you are. Such perseverance. I am suddenly finding you more interesting than I thought I might,” he responds as he pulls back, his black scales, ashen grey chest seem to disappear into a thick black smoke for brief moments as he moves before forming again into a solid form.

“Thanks?” Kirisha responds as she tries to process all that is happening, her head still throbbing from the dragon’s magic.

“No need to thank me… not yet,” he remarks as he turns to her, his wings flapping once turning into smoke briefly as it blows over Kirisha’s face. Kirisha breaths in the smoke causing her lungs to burn, suddenly recognizing the incense-like scent she registered before. She coughs loudly as she takes a step back.

“I… I’m fine really. I would just like to get out of here.”

“Through the hole you made? Yes, it will do as an exit. There are, however, more pressing matters that must be taken care of first...” he says as he moves closer moving gracefully on the wind.

“Yes?” Kirisha asks feeling a sense of dread in the pit of her stomach. Her lungs still aching from the blast, her eyes watering as she blinks a few times to clear her vision as the dragon towers over her.

“We need to make some much needed improvements to you. I can’t have a lesser creature serving me now. I only accept the finest,” he explains.

“Oh… I am humbly sorry but I don’t think I am the right type of person to serve you,” Kirisha responds as she takes a step back before the dragon fluidly moves behind her, his smoke turns into hands which burn into Kirisha’s skin even through her clothes.

“No need to be so modest. You get to be the first and I know just what to model you after,” he remarks with a soft chuckle as Kirisha steps and turns back tripping over a rock as she lands hard on her rump, the Thymus towers over her as he takes a deep breath.

“No please, I don’t want to die!” she yells out as Thymus lets out breath of thick black smoke which sinks low to the ground. The smoke feels warm and thick to the touch as Kirisha blinks for a moment, “That isn’t fire…”

“Did you listen to nothing I said? I am a meager fire dragon no longer,” he scoffs as Kirisha feels her feet, legs, hands, tail and lower belly burning. She growls as she suddenly sees smoke rising up from her clothes as they burst into flames.

Kirisha screams and panics as she starts to rip off her clothes as they burn, revealing her soft supple green breasts. She stands up as she looks at Thymus who gives a disappointing look.

“What? You happy you burned my clothes.”

“I must be a little out of practice… shame you have those things on your chest… what are they called?”

“Breasts?”

“Yes shame really, don’t worry we’ll fix that right up,” he says with a grin.

“You shall do no such thing,” Kirisha exclaims.

“But I’ve already started,” he replies with a chuckle as Kirisha blinks and looks down as she sees thick black smoke is covering her body from the belly down and along her hands up half her arms.

“What is this? Get it off!” she yells a she tries to brush it off but it simply clings to Kirisha’s scales like water… then like honey, the black smoke condenses and grows tighter and tighter.

Kirisha stumbles back, her claws pushing back in vain against the thick smoke that flows around her form, “Get away from me,” she growls, her sickle clawed feet twitch as she takes a few steps back. Her feet feel like they are moving through a thick soup. Smoke billows up as she tries to brush it away from her face. Her nostrils and lungs burn with each breath causing her to cough up some of the smoke her head starting to ache as she stumbles. Each step feels more difficult than the last, her natural sense of balance steadily shift. Her tail stiffens as she glances over at it to see the black smog enveloping it, obscuring her green scales from view as she suddenly falls to the ground with a thud, “What are you doing to me?!”

“Making you into a higher creature of course, one bound to me, bound to my will, serving my every desire,” he explains.

“I will do no such thing!” she yells as she falls to the ground with a thud she manages to lift her hands out of the low lying black smoke. A layer of the stuff remains on Kirisha’s scales as she watches it condense on her. Squeezing her claws together, shifting and transforming them till they are no longer hands but draconic claws, perfect for four legged walking, and moderate level of other uses, but they are a far cry from Kirisha’s formally nimble hands.

The smoke around her lower half continues to burn and squeeze her, causing her to grunt as she looks back. The smoke around her waist tightening, shrinking down into a thick black latex like corset, causing the breath to be knocked right out of her and as she breathes in small bit of smoke rush in causing her to cough but feel a burning twitching within her body. She tries to stand up again, revealing her lower half is no longer the fine green raptor self, but now a thick rubber draconic padding has enveloped her. Her tail looking rather iconic… with that… it was Cynder’s tail! “You are making me like Cynder?!” she exclaimed as she felt the rubber tighten even more, squeezing her form into a very thin waisted dragon her breasted chest flattening steadily as the smoke crawls across her form.

With each breath the breasts shrink, her lungs burn, her head feels light, and her mind heavy. She struggled as she looked down at herself as she stumbled farther away, temporarily out of the smoke where she trips and falls with a thud and a soft delicate squeak. She turns her attention back to the dragon that watches her like a hawk watches its prey.

“Yes I know, a very feminine design, but I assure you, I am crafting it to meet my tastes perfectly, don’t you worry. I will enjoy you like I do all my drones,” he replies in an self assuring tone.

“D-drone? I don’t want to be a drone!” she yells as she tries to crawl away and as she does she takes a glimpse at her belly and below. Her waist tight with that built in corset, that strand of grey rubber showing the borders of it. Her breath is heavy as she struggles against corset’s pressure, and the burning sensation of the smoke that seems to slowly follow her. Her delicate female sex, which burned when the smoke brushed up against it was now smooth, aching. It felt different but it was hard to tell, it was changing still, making the ache grow ever stronger.

“It's not your choice,” Thymus states as the smoke reaches Kirisha once again as she flips onto all fours and tries to awkwardly stumble away. The smoke rises and envelopes her from the neck down now as it clings to what bare scales she has left. She grunts and groans as she feels her chest starting to be squeezed down even more. She looks to see the smoke condense onto her body like a liquid black ooze that solidifies once it's squeezed and smoothed and continue to shape her into what the dragon desires.

Kirisha’s breasts are completely smoothed away, her chest now flat yet curved as her chest puffs out with the thanks of the corset wrapped around her waist. She tries to brush the smoke away from her face as she hears a jingle. She blinks and looks down noticing black cuffs with a single D ring on the inside of each cuff. Her eyes widen as she feels a twitch, an itch in her back. Kirisha looks behind her just in time to see smoke wings form and attach themselves to her back before solidifying like Thymus has done so many times before but now they were draconic black two toned rubber wings. They twitch sending shivers into Kirisha’s spine as she looks up before the smoke wraps around her neck causing her head to feel stiff as a thick black posture collar wraps around her neck and as she tries to move, she can hear the faint sound of a jingling D ring on the front, but thanks to the collar it is impossible for her to see.

“You are turning out rather well if I don’t say so myself. I do good work on my drones,” Thymus remarks.

“ I am not a drone!” Kirisha yells as she suddenly gasps as she feels something happening between her legs. Rolling onto her back again using her new wings the best she can, she ‘blows’ the smoke away but it remains in the area only revealing a path for her to see her desired self. That smoothed over crotch. That sensation that was aching between her legs. She reached forward and rubbed, as a moan escaped her lips. It was smooth, sensitive, and delightful but there was more, something underneath. She forced her hand away as she could see a growing bulge between her legs as she grew ever more aroused. It pecked at the back of her mind as did her forming pecker. She tenses and feels her tail hole wink as a phallic aching need throbs underneath the smooth rubber of her crotch. Her mind tries to grasp onto what she is feeling when Thymus lowers his head as he shifts over to his forming drone.

“Yes you are my sweet lovely slave,” he chuckles as he blows a thick black cloud of smoke into her face. Kirisha coughs and chokes on it as it starts to fill her lungs. Smoke wraps around the back of her head as horns grow from the blackness. Kirisha looks up at the dragon whose glowing yellow eyes look down at her. The smoke slides into her nostrils, into her mouth, forcing its way down into her lungs, transferring the smog, the energy, the smoke from the air to her blood stream, where it's carried out to all corners of her body.

The smoke slides across her face becoming a mask that is molded around her head, forcing her raptor features down. Kirisha’s eyes dart around as she sees the smoke circle around them and spread outwards as a filter starts to form at the tip of her mouth connecting to the rest of the mask, leaving just her eyes uncovered. Kirisha feels her heart beat quickly as the mask tightens more and more, a lense starts to grow like ice on a windshield but it's thick and clear. As it marches across her field of vision, the mask inflates and deflates with each breath as Kirisha freezes for a moment, she starts to see little bits of smoke escape from her filter, but with each breath inwards far more, especially from Thymus flows into her, and as the lenses finish around her eyes, sealing her completely within the new form, a solid gasmask styled look Kirisha hears.

“You will serve me drone, like countless others that have come before you, and countless more after,” Thymus says as his words start to echo within Kirisha’s head.

“No, I am not a drone,” she thinks as she feels herself squeaking with each move she makes the smoke enveloping her completely again till she can see nothing. Her breaths are heavy, she coughs even heavier as she senses the presence of the powerful dragon around her.

“I have to get out of here… I have to run!” Kirisha thinks as she finds herself suddenly able to sprint, but the movement is odd… different, bipedal? She pants heavily as she runs faster and faster through the thick smoke which seems to be endless.

“Run all you like my precious but there is no escape from me,” Thymus says as his voice echoes all around her. Kirisha tries to brush smoke away from her, but it's everywhere and seemingly endless then she bursts through the smog into what looks like a room of smog where there is space between but the walls are the endless flowing smoke that has enveloped her for so long.

She pants heavily as she looks around and then at herself, she is… herself, green scales, hefty bust, and delightful female sex and all, “What games are you playing at?!” Kirisha yells out.

“Nothing my drone. I just now have to make the inside match the outside,” he chuckles deeply as one of the flowing smoke walls seems to not part but instead, starts to reflect back at Kirisha, what she sees is not her green scaled self but the sleek, gas masked, Cynder smog dragon drone.

“I am not your drone!” Kirisha yells out.

“But you are, you just need to accept it. It is after all… what you desire,” Thymus replies as Kirisha sees in the mirror the smog dragon moving up behind the drone, his body towering over the drone as his claws rest on the drone’s shoulders. Kirisha shivers feeling the touch as she turns behind her to see nothing but the endless smoky walls. She turns back to the mirror as the Cynder drone was now on its back, legs spread, resting against Thymus’ body. His scales were warm, comforting delightful to the touch, a sensation Kirisha could feel as she looked over the dragon.

“I suppose simple mortals are driven by their basic instincts. Why don’t we adjust yours to be more suiting? Shall we?”

“What are you doing?” Kirisha asks with a stutter as she sees the drone’s smooth crotch, then the dragon’s scaled slit. The warmth from it brushed up against the drone’s tail, against Kirisha’s tail. She looks behind her again just to confirm there is nothing behind her.

Thymus’ obsidian claws run across the drone’s crotch, it tickles, teases, arouses, and caused the drone to moan out letting out a hefty puff of smoke in the process. Kirisha watched and tenses as she feels her own sex twitch and grow warm. The dragon’s touch felt good, nice… delightful. Kirisha moaned out as she watched Thymus rub harder and harder, increasing the pleasure, making the smooth crotch bulge out.

Kirisha felt she couldn’t look away she fell to her knees and starts to rub her sex, it grew wetter and wetter, tighter and tighter. Her claws teased her sex as it slowly started to shrink. Kirisha glances down and sees her disappearing female sex. She pulls her hand away trying to defy the burning need between her legs as the pleasure and lust only increased, “I must… not….”

“What’s wrong? Those are your urges, enjoy them. What harm could it do?” Thymus asked as Kirisha grunted as her claws returned to her sex as she rubbed, sliding into the ever tightening vagina walls as little bits of black smoke start to flow out of it. Kirisha looks up not noticing as Thymus runs a claw tip along the needy bulge of the drone that squirms helplessly in his lap.

“You see my drone, I don’t really care much for the opposite gender. It does nothing to for me. But males…” he trails off as he stares Kirisha into the eye for a moment before looking down at the drone’s crotch as the compartment holding his needy member is finally allowed to slip free. The thick black throbbing member, dribbling hot pre-cum that smokes when it hits something solid. Kirisha continues to rub herself trying in vain to look away as she starts to grasp something hard in her claws. She watches as Thymus caresses and strokes the drone’s member, Kirisha doing the same to herself in kind, the two sensations becoming one.

The drone was brought closer and closer to edge with each squeeze, milking out some of the built up pre-cum the dragon drone has made, “Yes, good, feel how wonderful a cock is. How it throbs, it aches. It desires the flesh of others. It has a commanding presence over your mind. A trait that I myself admire greatly,” Thymus explains as he gives the cock one more firm squeeze as Kirisha finds herself doing the same as she then looks down to see a matching drone cock between her legs, hanging out of a rubber slit opening as the black rubber drone skin has spread several inches in all directions from the throbbing length.

Kirisha gasps as she sees it, “No… I can’t… this is wrong to…” Kirisha trails off as he touches the aching cock again. It felt so good, her claws teasing it, the member twitches to the attention. It was stiff, hard, throbbing, bits of pre cum dribble from the tip, a smoky liquid that evaporates when it hits Kirisha’s body.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Thymus chuckles.

Kirisha looks up as that warmth from the dragon’s slit beats against Kirisha’s tail base, against the drone’s tail base as the scales start to part as the slick throbbing draconic cock starts to poke through. The tip is huge, already showing off the might of the dragon. With each breath of black smoke he breathes down his body it flows over the drone as the smoke moves like a river and the cock pokes through like a mountain bursting out from the ocean.

Kirisha gasps as she sees the cock, the massive features, its girth, its power, it was so much larger, stronger, than she was, that he was. Kirisha watches the cock unable to look away as the drone sits on it, as the cock is slightly more than half that of the drone’s own body. The drone touches and caresses the cock, the warmth being felt on Kirisha’s own claws.

“Good drone. Show what a good cock slut you are. You are gay just like your Master because that is what I willed you to be. I made your flesh out of my own, it hungers for males. It craves the warmth of cock, my cock.”

“N-no… it can’t be true…” Kirisha trails off as she feels the the ache between her legs. When her eyes stare at Thymus’ cock her own cock grows impossibly harder. Dribbles faster, more, it pains her with need. Pains her with desire, and the pain urges her on. Urges her to want it, to have it. To envy the drone caressing and massaging that length. She can feel it against her own scales, yet she knows it's not true.

“No, you aren’t into guys, you are into girls. Sexy girls with flat chests… strong scales. Muscles, wings, a hefty throbbing,” Kirisha squirms as she saw it, as the drone grinded himself against the length. The female looking Cynder drone was really an effeminate male drone, the idea seeping into Kirisha’s mind as being impossibly hot… sexy. Delightful. Her claws moved up to tweak her nipples her breasts. Her claws squeezed and pushed down on her mounds.

“Good drone. Accept how sexy males are. Mold yourself for me. Make those useless bags disappear,” Thymus commanded as Kirisha squeezed harder. She bucked her hips, her cock shooting pre cum into the air, against her form the smoke spreading across her belly, across her chest as she rubbed harder and harder, massaging, and rubbing her breasts down till there was nothing but a smooth black rubbery chest.

“I… I… I’m not a drone,” Kirisha pants.

“You’re not? Then why did you forget your breasts and become so much more male looking for me?”

“I… wasn’t… but… I find this to be sexier…”

“Sexier? For who? Who are you trying to impress?”

“N-no one. I just…. Females have too much curves. Just need the right amount like so,” Kirisha responds as the corset forms around her waist, squeezing her form down as from the neck down to her rump she looks like the Cynder Drone in the mirror but without the wings, “That doesn’t make me want your delicious throbbing cock Mas--Thymus. It means you may be onto something about males. My cock does seem to like the new look,” Kirisha explains as she reaches down to rub her needy member, the pre cum spurts out covering her hands which soon turn into draconic clawed paws, with a thick cuff with a D ring on the wrists.

“It does, doesn’t it? Maybe your little rear would like this too,” Thymus says as he grabs the drone. Kirisha tenses as she sees it taken, and then needlessly slammed hard down onto Thymus’ cock, spreading the drone’s tight tail hole within seconds. The drone and Kirisha let out a deep moan of delight as the drone squeezes down hard; its body stretching like it was designed to do to fit around the massive length.

Kirisha watches as the drone is abused, while she herself feels the pleasure. The spreading of her rump, the feeling of the warm member deep within her, it caused her body to stiffen, her legs start to shift as she watches with ever increasing intent, ever desire to feel that cock within her for real. Her tail hole clenches down, her cock throbs between her legs dripping helplessly as she stands at attention, her hips thrusting into the air as Thymus abuses his drone to the deepest desires of his delight.

“What’s wrong drone? You feel like you are missing out? You have a taste of my pleasures and now you can’t turn away? Are you hungry for more?” Thymus asks as he pins the drone to the ground and slams himself into its tight hole, causing Kirisha to gulp and is about to nod when her neck stiffens from the posture collar. Wings sprouting from her back as her tail takes full shape.

“I… but… this feeling is… it's so good. So delightful. I want it… no I need it. I must have it. Please give it to me. Please let me feel it for real,” Kirisha pleads as only her head remains.

“You’ve had a taste of my forbidden fruit and now you can’t stop. There is only one solution. Obey me drone. Serve me completely. Forget who you were. For all you are now and who you will ever be from this point forward is mine.”

“Y-yes…. Please… take me,” Kirisha pleads as Thymus lets out a roar spewing out his thick seed deep into the drone, causing it to puff out and seep smoke from every opening.

“I already have my drone. You are already mine. Your mind already begs to serve me in every way, and now I will bind you to me,” Thymus says as chains burst out from her claw tips and slither their way over to Kirisha where they stop just short of attaching themselves to her limbs.

“Accept your fate my dear drone. I want to see you bind yourself to me, forever,” he says as his words echo into Kirisha’s mind. Kirisha reaches for the heavy smoking chains. She moves the first one to her hind leg, the chain link and her D ring come together automatically sending a burst of delight into Kirisha’s mind.

“Yes, so good. Good to serve. I will work so hard to earn your rewards,” Kirisha stutters as she attaches the next chain to her other hind leg. The bliss grows as the smoke around her grows heavier, the rubber around her head starting to grow and spread across her face.

“I will use my knowledge of the world today to help you grow and expand. Point out those who could resist you and take them out first.”

“Good Drone, serve me in every way,” Thymus chuckles.

Kirisha attaches the wrist next, the two binding in an instant as the drone shudders in delight, “Drone will serve Master in all ways it can. Drone will do everything in its power to serve.”

The drone attaches the second to last chain, to its other wrist. The drone stiffens as it looks up, “Drone Obeys Master. Drone serves. Drone loves Master. Drone will do everything it can. It will undermine those that try to harm Master. Defend Master, fight for Master.”

“Go on drone, finish it.”

“Y-yes Master,” the drone responds as it attaches the last link to its neck. The drone shivers as it has a designation Cyn-1. Simple elegant, it was all that was needed as the chains hold the drone in place the mask completes around itself as Thymus grins at its drone, his eyes glowing as the drone’s lenses start to glow the same corruptive yellow. The smoke envelopes the drone completely as the many words of the drone is drowned out. Only a faint few escaping through the thick smoke and come out.

The drone stands at attention, stands before its Master, lenses glowing as it looks up at him.

“That’s it… take big deep breaths… breath in…” Thymus commands as Cyn-1 feels his body accepting the smoke without hesitation as his entire body burns with delight. His hips thrust forward as she feels her bound up slick draconic cock held within her dragon vent with no clear way to escape.

Cyn-1 feels Lord Master Thymus claws run across his body, while he looked at Master’s smooth scales and his powerful chest. His throbbing black smoky draconic cock hangs between his legs, dripping smoke that congeals and hits the ground with a hissing splatter that then evaporates after a few seconds.

“Like what you see drone?” Thymus almost sings Cyn-1 nods, the drone’s pucker squeezing in eagerness as it looks at the throbbing length.

“Lord Master Thymus is great.”

“Lord Master Thymus is powerful.”

“Lord Master Thymus is sex.”

“Drone serves Lord Master Thymus.”

“Drone will do anything for Lord Master Thymus,” Cyn-1 sang out as it stood there now awaiting for Master’s command. The smoke from its filter coming out thick, dark, powerful, as it was now natural for the drone to smoke so heavily.

“That’s it my drone, that’s it Cyn-1. This is your reward for freeing me. For that I will let you enjoy my cock and I may even let you cum, how does that sound?” he muses.

Thymus’ words seeped into Cyn-1’s mind as he lustfully desired Lord Master Thymus so badly. He was so sexy, so wonderful, so strong, and powerful. To do what he asked of him was right. To do what was asked of drone was correct. It was the way it was. It was purpose, it was the very meaning of existence.

More of the smoke breathed in, the stronger the drone got, consuming parts of Kirisha that may have remained with each breath out… releasing the waste into the air, letting it dissipate forever. In and out, in and out, the lenses grew brighter and brighter, like a burning fire that grew ever hotter just like the lust it felt for its Master. Lord Master Thymus.

Suddenly the drone stopped breathing for a moment. The smoke cleared away from the drone’s face as Thymus watched as the drone started to breathe on its own the same smoke that corrupted it. Each breath in was cool air, each breath out was Master’s smoke. Master’s will. Master’s power.

“Cyn-1 ready for order’s Lord Master Thymus,” Cyn-1 chimed in with a still female like voice.

“Good drone. Good slave. Turn off all unnecessary thought processes till I require them. I only want my drone to think when it's absolutely necessary to serve me. Do you understand?”

“Yes Lord Master Thymus,” Cyn-1 replied as it stood at attention, lust burning within it. An obedience, a desire built into the lust to do what Thymus wished, eager to get reward for its obedience as the inner drone, the chains that held its mind in place grew tighter, the smoke heavier, blocking out all but the most basics of thoughts that Master would desire.

“It’s been so long since I have really enjoyed myself. Now let that cock come out and show me how needy you are,” Thymus commanded as the drone nodded turning around and lifting its tail showing off its cute tail hole but what’s more it showed a slit form where there was nothing but smooth rubber and quickly dripping that same hot sizzling black smoky cum was a needy cock.

“Good drone,” Thymus said as he gripped Cyn-1 and unceremoniously slammed his cock into its body. The drone cried out in delight as it was speared by Master’s member. Pleasure and joy flooded into it as it milked cocks happily. Each thrust into it caused a loud squeak to echo in the room, the drone doing what it can it can to milk its Master’s member. The most delightful thing in the world, sex with Master. Master was male. Master desired males. Therefore drone desires males. It was simple, it was logical; it was perfect as the drone was taken over and over by its Master. Thymus’ cock twitching within the tight hole that spread wide to accommodate his member.

“What a good size for you to be, so small and so tight,” he grunts as he slams himself hard into the drone, pinning it to the ground as he released load after load of hot sticky smoke cum into the drone’s cute hole. Thymus’ cock filled out the drone perfectly as if its body was made just for this purpose, and the drone felt that this was true. It was made for Master’s pleasure. Master’s delight and it felt wonderful. It squeezed down milking Master’s cock, drawing in more of that burning smoky pre-cum into its body, wanting nothing more than to add to Master’s enjoyment.

In and out, in and out, the drone squeaked loudly as his body was pinned to the ground. Thymus caring not for whatever pleasure the drone may have been receiving, as he focused on his own bound up lust. His claws dig into the ground, as he slammed his drone hard into the ground again and again. The drone’s own dripping cock was eager, ready to explode itself as it squeezed down onto Master’s cock. It felt blissful when it was deep inside of it, and when it was gone it left an aching need, a desire for it to return.

Thymus lets out a primal roar as he floods the drone with his seed, the hot burning liquid turning into smoke that floods every bit of the drone’s innards. Filling him out, leaking out of his rear, as his tiny drone form could only hold so much. After several more hard thrusts Thymus pulls out and shoots hot stinging smoke seed onto Cyn-1’s shiny rubbery ass, “That’s enough drone you can put it away.”

“Yes Lord Master Thymus,” Cyn-1 responds without a hint of desire, need or want for its own climax. Its desire was Master’s pleasure. To obey Master. To do what he wishes. Pleasure, lust, desire were all towards Master and no one else. Its tail hole shrinks back down to its original tight size as the empty void left by Master’s cock remained. Only increasing the Drone’s desire to do anything to deserve a reward from him and to serve him directly once more. His own needy member withdrawing into his body as it understands that Master was done for the moment and Cyn-1’s cock was no longer needed.

“Come toy, we have to show the world that I’m back,” he says with a sly grin.

“Yes Lord Master Thymus,” Cyn-1 responds as it follows right behind Thymus as they head towards the exit of the temple prison.