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Three months have gone by since the three dragons started to work at their new home. They wake up in the morning, their collars always on them, and now to the point they don’t even realize they are even there till they touch them, or some information is fed into them that they need to do their job. Their shared communal room is small, three other anthropomorphic employees are there. Food is provided, clothing is given, time to rest and even gamble is allowed. The shifts are long with five ten-hour days a week, but as each of them get into their routine it could be far worse than what it is. The threat of jail time always hanging over their heads.

Kiru dressed in clean cut uniform stands at his job post at the service desk. There he greets patrons that arrive to the hotel. Answering phone calls, working with other service clerks, two who are the same boat that he is, while at least six others he discovered to be normal employees.

Viratan stands as a dealer at a Texas Hold-em table. He greets customers with a smile, the pleasure of watching some make it big, while those who lose horrible, give him subtle reminders of his current position and why he is even there. Every so often a feral comes to his table, and on rare occasion Zirra is their helper. They smile at each other when it happens, as they occasionally meet up when their schedules line up.

Glephnir, dresses up as as security guard and patrols the casino floor, responding to any incidents, many just someone losing their cool when they lost it all, or someone who just had a few too many drinks. They work hard, they work long, but with each passing day they found enjoyment in what they were doing. When they see the Mistress salazzle they find themselves drawn to her, unable to look away, the memory of being so close to her returning time and time again.

They work hard and occasionally they play hard spending some of their free cash at the slots, or some other non-card game, as that was now banned for them seeing that they are employees of the casino. One day though just as they were getting off of work Emi greets them at the front of their living quarters.

“How are you three wonderfuls doing today?” she asks with a smile, her lovely scent wafting over them as they bow before her.

Glephnir speaks up, “We are doing good, what brings you to us on this lovely day?” his wings twitch a little.

“The Mistress wants to see you three,” Emi explains as her words cause a shock of pleasure to run through them.

“She wants to see me?” Kiru thinks.

Viratan thinks, “I don’t think I am ready to be that close to her again…”

Glephnir nods to her as he wonders, “I bet maybe Mistress will finally see that she needs to be close to me, and maybe let me have some fun with her.”

“Follow me boys,” Emi commands as she walks them back to the elevator and to the top floor. This time they walk down the right hallway. The thick aroma in the air sends shivers down the dragon spines. The sensation tingles and spreads outwards into their toes, their tails, their minds. A pit in their stomachs that’s been with them since they left this floor slowly fades, as excitement, fear, anxiety takes root.

Emi doesn’t lead them very far when she stops and opens the door, “She’s waiting, don’t disappoint her now.”

Kiru gulps, “Yes, yes of course,” as he walks in first.

Glephnir grunts, “I’ll be fine,” as he follows.

“I’ll do my best,” Viratan replies as he gives Emi a little bow before playing catch up to the other two. Inside they are greeted by a strange sight, and office, sitting at a desk is a salazzle, she looks up and smiles.

“Great you are here,” she reaches over and presses a button, “Mistress the dragons you requested are here.”

“Excellent, send in Viratan first,” she replies. Her words sinking into the dragon’s minds.

“Why does he get to go first?” Kiru wonders.

“I hope he doesn’t get to her before I do… lucky bastard,” Glephnir thinks as Viratan gulps.

“Okay… coming,” as he walks ahead past the secretary to the mahogany door with gilded gold, a handle of purple and magenta with blue tinted glass that prevented anyone from being able to see what’s going on inside.

The moment Viratan cracks open the door a wave of delectable aroma hits him in the face. A warmth runs through his body as he opens the door wider, the wave grows stronger as he sees a relatively speaking small lounge room. The Mistress salazzle is currently laying on her back on a purple and blue colored cushioned full body length massage couch. One salazzle is currently massaging her back, while another is busily rubbing her feet. She stares at Viratan with her blue eyes, “Close the door behind you.”

“Y-yes Mistress,” Viratan replies as he quickly closes the door.

“That’s enough for now girls. You both know what to do next.”

“Yes Mistress,” the two other salazzles reply before bowing as they leave through a different door on Viratan’s right.

Viratan gulps, his heart races as he looks over the sleek shiny body of the Mistress salazzle as she lazily lounges there, “Do you know why you are here Viratan?” she asks as he feels a rush down his spine.

“Because I owe you a lot of money?”

She grins, “Yes, but I meant here at this moment?”

Viratan shakes his head, “No Mistress.”

She slides herself into a sitting position, “It’s time for your quarterly review, and I must say…” she trails off leaving a dramatic pause. Viratan breaths heavily as he waits, the drum roll is the beating of his own heart, “You’ve done very well. I’ve gotten nothing but good reports from you. I am pleased.”

Viratan feels a shiver run down his spine as her words reach him, they echo through his mind, “I’m pleased.”

“So much so I am willing to give you a promotion, isn’t that nice of me?” she asks as she stands up just as the right door opens. One of the salazzles returns with a large black ceramic bowl and a stand. She places the stand then the bowl in front of the Mistress, placing a washcloth on the edge of the bowl before she bows.

“As requested Mistress.”

“Thank you, you may go,” she replies as she gently caresses the salazzle’s chin, causing her to visible shiver and moan.

“Y-yes Mistress.”

Viratan watches the other salazzle leave through the right door once more. Viratan tenses when her gaze returns to him, “Do you like the sound of that?”

“A promotion? What will I be doing?” he asks nervously as she slips her hands into the bowl, the sound of a liquid splashing as she does so.

“You will be moving up in the chain, brought a bit closer to me in service to me, but it will come with more responsibilities and commitment of you to me,” she explains as Viratan starts to hear a soft squeak coming from the bowl as the Mistress salazzle continues to wash her hands, “It will also mean becoming more mine of course.”

Viratan gulps, “Does that mean I’ll be closer to the others serving you?” he asks as the salazzle nods but before she can verbally say anything Viratan blurts out, “I accept!”

The Mistress’s eyes widen slightly as she pulls her hands out of the bowl, a strange clear liquid that looks like water but the way it flows tells you that it's not, water just doesn’t flow that way. She grabs the purple cloth and dries her hands as the shine from the polish on her body, that makes the lights reflect off of her in such luscious ways is no longer there on her hands but it doesn’t mean it isn’t shiny or reflective, it just is different, like the difference between polished leather and polished latex, or fresh new scales from a molting. Around her wrists is a clear distinction between the two forms of shine. Her hands rub against each other as a squeak is heard.

“You know, I do enjoy that sound from time to time, but if I squeaked, people would get the impression I am artificial, fake, a toy of some kind. I am all natural and organic, but ever since I was born, a little salandit, yes I know I was one, once too, I was different,” she approaches him.

“Oh?”

“Stand,” she commands motioning him up.

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good boy. Where was I…” she trails off for a moment as she places her hand on Viratan’s head. The warm salazzle hand feels smooth against his scales, his body tenses as he lets out a soft moan as her touch sends near orgasmic pleasure through his body, “Oh yes, I discovered I had more powers than others did. And as I grew stronger and grew into being a salazzle I was delightfully happy to discover my pheromones were far more potent than any other salazzle, to the point it even affected them to want to obey me. Seeing how much I love my fellow salazzle, it was like I was born to be who I am now,” she lifts her hand off of Viratna’s head.

“T-that… s-sounds great,” he moans as he can still feel an impression of the Mistress’ touch on his head, which starts to trickle down and spread across his head.

“It is, isn’t it? I learned I can do many things with my abilities, such as turn others into rubber like creatures like myself, that I can directly manipulate physically,” she chortles a little as Viratan blink s and looks over himself as he can see his skin starting to grow a latex like shine. The change crawls across his body like dripping water running down his form, the pleasure causes Viratan’s knees to buckle as she slumps back into his chair.

“Strip,” the salazzle commands.

“Y-yes Mistress,” the transforming dragon replies as he rushes to remove any shred of clothing on his body. He watches as his black scales shine brighter and brighter, his pink throbbing cock, unable to contain himself aches between his leg as he can watch the transformation crawl up his sensitive flesh, feeling near twice as good as it did before.

“My scent is even stronger when I remove my polish. I specially designed it to keep a proper balance between my lovies, and to keep them from squeaking till I desire it.”

Viratan nods, “Lovely…” as he gently rubs his hand across his member, his shining hands and cock squeak against each other as the Mistress salazzle shakes her head, “Stop that.”

Viratan freezes in place, his hands quickly pulling to his sides as his entire form squeaks. He looks up at her as the last vestiges of his normal body are turned glossy and shiny.

The salazzle smiles, “Good boy. Now wait in that room, and just take a seat till I am done with your friends’ reviews,” as she points to the door to the left.

Viratan nods as he stands up, “Y-yes Mistress,” as Viratan heads over to the other room. The Mistress saunters over to her couch, sits down, and presses a button on the side, “Send in Kiru.”

“Yes Mistress,” the salazzle secretary replies as the Mistress takes a seat, the door opens a moment later.

Kiru lets out a deep moan and a shiver, he feels his member climax as hot gizz fills his pants as the thick scent of the Mistress overpowers everything.

“Step inside and close the door,” she commands, drawing Kiru out of his sudden climatic bliss as he does so, “Now take a seat there.”

“Yes Mistress,” Kiru replies as he sits down looking around the room, “Where is Viratan?”

“He’s in a different room waiting like a good employee till I am done, speaking of which… We are here to do your quarterly review.”

Kiru gulps, “My quarterly review? I didn’t know we had those!”

“Aren’t you a darling, of course there are reviews, how do you expect I keep my employees in line? To do the best job they can do helping our guests? To do the best job they can do serving me,” she explains as she stands up once again, approaching Kiru with slow methodical steps, letting her hips purposely sway wide, spreading her scent over him as she circles him once.

“I-I see Mistress. H-how did I do?” he asks shuddering as he looks up at her as she stands behind him, the salazzle’s hands tantalizing close but not touching him. The Mistress salazzle remains quiet for a moment, as if contemplating how to respond. She places one hand under her elbow and the other on her chin, causing the faintest squeak to be heard.

“Well… that is what I want to talk to you about, you see…”

“I’ll do better Mistress! I swear! I thought I did good up at the front desk, but if there is anything I can do to do better, just let me know!”

The Mistress smiles as she looks down at him with her domineering blue eyes, “Really? Anything you say?”

Kiru shivers and moans, “Yes, anything.”

“Accept that you will serve me even deeper than you have done so far. Allow me to take further control over you and that would certainly help I suppose.”

Kiru feels her words sink in, his pants bulging, aching as it grows hard again despite his recent climax, a wet stain now showing through at the front of the bulge, “Yes, please, anything!”

“Alright, I will allow it. Strip,” she commands.

“Yes Mistress!” Kiru replies as he frantically rips his clothes off, revealing his cum covered member as it bounces in the air once freed from its confines.

“Aren’t you a messy boy.”

“I-is that okay Mistress?” Kiru blushes.

“Sometimes, but not at this moment, use your clothes to clean yourself up.”

“Yes Mistress,” Kiru grabs his shirt and quickly cleans himself off, “That good Mistress?”

“Yes, much better,” she places her hands on Kiru’s shoulders as her touch sends shocks of pleasure through him member dry orgasming as he arches his back, his wings spread outward as his toes curl.

“Oh my God…” Kiru cries out as his white scales start to shine, the sensation spreading across his shoulders up his neck and down his chest as his transformation starts to to take place.

“Close, but something just a little than that better, me,” as she peels her hands away.

Kiru grips his chair to keep himself on it, he looks down as he feels the march of the pleasure through his form, the spread of the latex like shine, the rubber like feel of his skin, as it moves down and over him.

He manages to look away from the addictive change only to look at the Mistress as she walks back over to her couch. He stares at her supple sleek rump, the flowing tail and vestigial flaps on her back. She turns and sits, showing her dripping sex, her glistening rubbery-like lips as Kiru is torn between looking at it or his transforming body.

“It’s a one-way change, there will be no going back, but I think you don’t want to, do you?”

Kiru shakes his head, his eyes not moving from their staring location as he replies, “No Mistress, I don’t.”

“Excellent,” she replies as she leans back spreading her legs nonchalantly as she watches the last of Kiru’s change take place. Every inch of his scaled form now shines, his rump squeaks as he slides in the chair, his tail twitching in eagerness all of which freezes in place when the Mistress gives him an order, “Stand.”

Kiru jumps to his feet, his cock bouncing from the momentum as pre-cum is once again glistening at the tip, “Yes Mistress!”

“Go into the left room and wait. I still have one more quarterly review to conduct before we finish up.”

Kiru nods, “Yes, of course Mistress,” as Kiru heads into the designated room, once the door closes, the Mistress presses the button to call in Glephnir.

Glephnir fumbles with the door for a moment before he manages to open it. The smell in the room hits the dragon like a Mack truck, causing him to become disoriented for just a second. His nostrils flare as he takes a deep breath, smelling the air that is heavily laden with the Mistress’ aroma with a subtle hint of sex as Kiru’s arousal and seed lingers in the air. Glephnir eyes the salazzle as he steps in, looking around.

“Where did the other two go?”

She motions her head to her right, the dragon’s left, “They are in there waiting for your quarterly review to finish.”

“My quarterly review?” Glephnir full steps into the room now as the salazzle secretary in the other room closes the door behind him.

“Yes. I evaluate and decide what will be your next course of action while in service to me,” she explains as her words cause him to tense, his heart pounding ever faster. His vision like all the other two is influenced by the collar, showing them that the Mistress is the superior, to obey, to listen, to serve.

Glephnir tenses as he adjusts his wings, “Does a good review mean higher pay?’

The Mistress salazzle stands up, “It can, if you are committed to the job. It also has other perks.”

Glephnir flicks his tail and tilts his head to the side, “Perks you say? What kind of perks?”

“Being closer to me for one. I know a big, strong, domineering dragon like yourself has just been itching to let loose. To strut your stuff. I’ve watched how you’ve taken command of any security incidents. Demonstrating your overpowering draconic masculinity.”

Glephnir grins, “Yes, well it comes naturally to me I know. It's a gift.”

“That it is… I know your two companions have a little bit of it themselves, it just needs some refinement, of course the same can be said for them to you.”

“What? Impossible Mistress. I am near perfect.”

“But you want to be perfect, don’t you? For me you do.”

Glephnir shivers, “Ye-p-perhaps.”

The Mistress salazzle smiles, “You want to get closer to me, don’t you? To show just how strong and dominant you are, isn’t that right?”

Glephnir looks away from her gaze, “I-I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“You can’t hide things from me. it’s written all over your face. Accept my offer, serve me and you will get that chance to get closer to me. To show off your dominance to me… eventually.”

Glephnir grins, “Well, when you put it that way,” he chuckles, “How could I refuse Mistress when she makes such a fine offer?”

She reaches up and touches Glephnir’s chin, “Excellent, accept my first of many gifts to become exactly what I desire you to be.”

“Yes… of course Mistress,” he replies with half laden eyes for a brief moment as the pleasure spreads from her touch and up his muzzle, “Wait... what?” he remarks as she takes a step back.

“You’ll see in due time, especially if you keep up the good work,” she responds as she sits back down to watch the blue dragon scales begin to shine. The glowing markings on his body continue to do so while his black fur becomes thin strands of shiny like rubber hairs.

“Oh, fuck me…” Glephnir moans as the sensation rolls across his body.

“No, not yet. You aren’t ready yet, nor have you deserved it,” she replies as she watches his scales, one by one shine. Despite his size, the transition from one state of an organic being to the other is no longer nor shorter than Kiru’s or Viratan’s. The process brings warmth, delight, excitement to his body as his glowing cock slips free from his sheath.

The Mistress eyes the cock, “Yes I know you are eager, but one thing at a time. Follow me.”

Glephnir shudders, “Yes Mistress,” as she leads him into the room where his friends are waiting. Kiru and Viratan look over as the door opens, their bodies tensing, their cocks twitching, their hearts race as the salazzle enters the room with Glephnir in toe. The room itself is a simple blue and purple tiled floor waiting room.

“Good boys, now you will enter the next room and you will stand on the magenta colored circle in the room. It doesn’t matter which one, just pick one and stand on it,” she explains as she goes to the door across the way. She stands by it as it unlocks automatically with a click, “Well in you go.”

“Yes Mistress,” the three dragon’s reply as they walk into the room. The lights flicker on as they do so revealing a long hallway with a metal floor. Scrap marks along the bottom cause some parts to reflect more light than others, but spaced equidistant apart are the circles that she described. Viratan moves down to the third dot out, Kiru taking the middle while Glephnir takes the one closest to the Mistress salazzle as he turns to face her once he’s on his spot.

“Like this?” Glephnir asks.

“What is this for?” inquires Viratan.

“I am getting a strange good feeling about this,” remarks Kiru.

The Mistress salazzle nods as she stands in the door frame, one hand hidden by the wall as she slides a hidden panel in the wall, “Yes, just like that. And please enjoy yourselves, and always remember. Mistress knows what she is doing. You should trust Mistress,” as she presses a big magenta button on the other side of the panel.

A whir and click of machinery is heard echoing down this hallway, as a metallic rumble is hard as shutters on the walls pull up, “Mistress?” asks Glephnir as he looks at her.

“Stay on your spots and all will be fine,” as the three dragons feel burning desire to stay where they are. So strong it is, that it overpowers their sudden fear, their desire to run squashed by a few simple words as the walls peel away to reveal giant metal mold presses with molds that are only a fraction of the size of their bodies, Glephnir especially.

“You’re crazy!” yells Glephnir as the thick metal walls approach the three from both sides.

“Fear not. This will feel good, as long as you are near me and I will it, your bodies are malleable to my will, now that you have freely given them over to me,” she explains as she watches the two sides come down on the dragons.

Instinctively Viratan and Kiru put out their arms against the hard metal which feels warm to the touch, “Glephnir help!” yells Kiru as the walls close in on them.

“I can’t seem to move,” Viratan cries out as he fights fruitlessly against the walls press, his hands become weaker and weaker as he is pushed back. The heat from the walls grow in intensity as he feels the sensation of sweat pouring down his scaly palms.

Kiru feels the same when a thought crosses his mind, “I don’t sweat…” as he looks at his hands as he tries to fight back only to see them partially melted. The white gooey rubber liquid flowing down the sides of the wall as he pulls his hands back in shock, “What the…” he stares at his melted hands, as they continue to drip down. He feels an odd sensation of pleasure, warmth, heat, and the connection to the droplets that hit the ground as he keeps a connection with it.

Glephnir doesn’t look towards his two friends as the walls press against his body, squeezing his wings, quickly melting them down as the liquid flows to the floor as the press squeezes and squeezes, the air being pressed out of him as he looks into those ever-domineering eyes of the Mistress.

In his peripheral vision the silver metal closes in on him, pressing down on his sides, head, his form squeezes tighter and tighter. The sensation is impossibly tight to describe as he’s pushed flat, the last of his vision fading into darkness as the two halves of the metal walls close in and press against his head. The hot metal melting and pushing down his form, pressing away his draconic shape.

Kiru lets out one last moan as the walls press down on him, his wings pressed and merged into his back which is just melting away with the rest of him, his entire form pulled down by the pull of gravity, his sense of what his body feels like fading, as it is pressed into an amorphous blob.

Viratan shudders as the walls encase him, the tight pressing sensation of the mold steadily decreases as the sense of being like flowing liquid increases. His sense of where “he” is, shifts as it pools and collects into the cavity of the mold. Other parts of his form are suddenly sucked away via small pin size holes that suck away the excess material.

Glephnir feels his massive form grow smaller, smaller and smaller as the connection with his steadily larger mass grows farther away, flowing through tubing, being spun around, forced through strange contraption, swirled around while kept so hot and warm it felt like the bliss of a climax without there being one.

Kiru wants to moan but he can’t as there is no air, no lungs, no body he can fully understand that is his to speak of. He knows where he is, floating in the middle of the mold but he feels so much of himself elsewhere, nearby, disconnected from where he is but connected to his mind.

The Mistress watches in amusement, chrome sparkles clean from the hydraulics as they keep the pieces of metal impossibly tight, as machinery hums. Clear plastic tubing shows a mix of colors coming from each mold. Viratan’s mold it is colors of blacks, pinks, and hints of green, Kiru it is white, silvers, and blues, while Glephnir’s is a mix of black, shades of blues and whites. Each are funneled off into a different room.

“I’ll be back, I must attend to your filtering,” the Mistress remarks as she closes the door, the lights turn off, not that the three dragons can tell. They are helplessly floating and moving as the Mistress enters the waiting room. There she stands at a blank wall and like before with a touch of her hand a door appears and slides open. She walks inside and there are several empty clear plastic containers but three are filled to different heights with the same liquids that were drawn from the molds. They swish and turn within the vats, their liquids never mixing with each other, and their colors never separating.

The Mistress goes over to the vat filled with the most liquid, a plastic protective cover remains on top as she presses herself up against the plastic. Her sex dripping as she slides her hands across her sensitive petals. She lets out a moan as she fingers herself letting her sleek squeaky fingers get soaked in her own fluids, her hand cupping so she may pool some of it in her palm before she pulls her hand away. Lifting a small door on the cover, “You will be first Glephnir,” as she slips her hand in, her droplets of hot juices falling into the liquid causing small explosions of colors to change as they shift to purple, magenta and black. Her hand reaching down to touch with one finger the liquid as the color change explodes from the touch point and spreads outwards. She pulls her hand out letting the bits of liquid roll off her finger into the container before she presses a button nearby that funnels the liquid back to Glephnir’s mold, “I think you’ll be next Kiru,” as she saunters over to the container filled with white liquid.

Kiru feels his two parts floating there, one idly, unmoving, with the ever-faint sensation of that collar wrapped around his “neck”. The burning warmth is all around him, yet nowhere at the same time. It's a strange sensation to feel oneself being constantly moved around while also staying completely still. There is no light, no sound, no smell or taste to tell him anything, only his sense of touch informs him about what is going on, and even then, that is a mix of burning arousal warmth, smooth textures, the sensation of being wet without being wet.

Suddenly there was a cool sensation blowing over parts of him. Which parts though was always changing moving, it made it feel like it was everywhere but nowhere at the same time, the only thing he did know, that it is part of his disconnected section of his body.

“What’s going oooohhhh ohhhh” Kiru thinks as his liquid squirms and wiggles within itself. Explosions of pleasure hit his body, warm droplets hit his form, the sensation spreads outwards from thousands of different points on his body. It feels like when the Mistress touched him and made him all shiny just not long ago but this sensation was stronger, burned hotter, if he could feel his dick, if it was there, he’d be blowing his load thrice times over.

Then time stopped. The burning explosions of pleasure he felt were nothing to what happened next. A total nuclear release of bliss and euphoria rushes through his disconnected section of his body. His mind grows completely blank as it not only spreads but grows even hotter. The hottest point though lasts only for a moment before that point of pleasure feels “cold” compared to the rest of his form. Then he starts to feel this burning hot mass of delight move back through some tubes, as he feels himself getting closer to himself once more.

Viratan soon enough is brought to this blissful state of experience, his mind tries to formulate the words to even begin to comprehend what is happening, but his mind is a torrent of euphoric feelings, that its down to base instinct to simply “let it happen.”

Streams of hot burning essence approaches his cold core, “I… oh… eee irk,” Viratan’s thoughts manage to produce as though his core was still physically hot and melted, it felt icy cold compared to what is approaching him. Vibrations are felt as pressure builds within his core body, just as the burning hot liquid sprays into himself.

Two parts meet once again as the cold and hot naturally mix within themselves. The lustful sensation spreads through the core, piercing deep into his mind. It feels so good, so right, so perfect to let it happen, the soft words of what was said to him, “Mistress knows what she is doing” flood into his mind. The drive to listen, to obey, to be loyal to the one who could bring such delight to him was hard to ignore. The intense burning heat of arousal, of delight and joy are pushed deep into his very center. The pressure within him builds and builds, like he’s about to climax but instead of just being his cock and balls ready to blow, it is his entire form.

Glephnir struggles to process everything that has been happening to him, these strange wonderful sensations that should be impossible to be felt, yet here they are. The pressure of the mold, his own essence forced back into him, as he feels himself being impossibly tight and bound as the feeling of his body slowly returns to him, like having slept on your arm too long, the numbness fades with thousands of explosions of sensation, all of which are full of pure bliss, spread all over his form, allowing his mind now for the first time in unknown passage of time to feel his body as a solid entity once more.

The forming body felt so foreign to him. There were no wings, no hind legs, there was a tail but it didn’t feel right, yet it felt also like how it should be. His hind paws felt like… hands? No sensation of hair, and though he steadily could feel all of himself, he felt there was a lot less of himself than there used to be. His member was already out, twitching, burning hot from the mold and the pleasure he is being given.

Unknown more time passes, the three dragons are left to feel out their bound forms, and with no movement whatsoever, and total darkness, the only thing they could be for sure is that they were smaller than they were before, and their collars were right where it’s supposed to be, on their necks, adjusted perfectly for snug tightness.

The warmth they felt physically and internally slowly cooled down, and with it so did their minds as they began to collect their thoughts once again. Their forms felt solid, their own, yet not what they are supposed to be. A sudden hiss, and tug across their forms as the molds peel away with a squeaky sounding schlunk, as the three dragons fall to the ground.

The urge to breathe hits them once again as they take their first quick breaths. Cool air rushes into their lungs as they felt as if they filled so much faster with air than before. Their eyes squint as lights turn back on, vision blurred from the glare of the lights. Their nostrils flare as they smell the thick lovely scent of the Mistress ahead of all three of them.

As their vision clears Viratan looks to see down the hall standing at the opposite doorway is the Mistress. She leans against the door frame as she looks down at the three. Viratan shivers at the sight of her, his member still out, aroused, twitching between his legs as she looks so much bigger than she did before.

Kiru takes quick shallow breaths, his cock spasms as he lets out a squeaky hiss as he cums onto the floor. His hands tense and run across the metal surface with more squeaks. He looks up to see a salandit with a red stripe along the back of his tail that goes up, sprouting into three bulbous ends on his back, “What is a salandit doing here standing before me? Why does he look so tall?” Kiru wonders.

Glephnir’s vision comes into focus as he wobbles on two feet, he tenses as the aroma coming from the Mistress feels even more overpowering than before. He looks ahead to see her but also two salandits on all fours. The one closest to him has a red stripe from the end of his tail along the back which spurts into two bulbous ends.

“What happ--” Glephnir freezes as he hears his higher pitched, smaller but still masculine voice. It sounded a lot like salandit voices. He looks at himself for the first time to see his glistening, shiny, new salandit body.

Kiru and Viratan look behind them as they hear the voice speak behind them, as they too start to piece the pieces of the puzzle back into their minds. Viratan reaches up to his neck as he feels the collar still there as it still feeds that information as it always has done when it was needed.

“Now that we got that part of your new job out of the way, it is time to give you all new names to better suit you,” the Mistress states as she stands there motioning the three to come up to her with a simple hand gesture.

“N-new names?” Viratan asks as she walks over to her. Each step makes that overpowering aroma stronger, the urge to listen, to follow her every command, to stare at her luscious, tall, strong body even harder to ignore.

“Of course, what is in a name after all? Everything. It is a defining piece of who you are. And you all belong to me, that includes your names. Now lineup so I can give you proper names to carry.”

Kiru shivers as he follows Viratan, “But I like my name…”

The salazzle flicks her tail, “But you will like the one I give you even better.”

Glephnir follows suit as he is the third to stand in line, “You can’t do that.”

“But of course, I can. It was all part of the contracts I had you sign the following day.”

“But…” Glephnir trails off.

“Now what to call you three,” she looks at Viratan who blushes as he feels her gaze upon him, his hands covering his throbbing erection, “You will be Venecia.”

Viratan feels her words push into his mind, an urge building up inside of him to accept it… to take it… “Y-yes Mistress,” Venecia replies as he looks down at the ground.

The Mistress looks at Kiru, “You… you shall be Kristina, Kristi for short.”

“B-but…”

“But what Kristi?”

“N-nothing Mistress,” Kristina replies lowering her head as he feels a tingle of delight.

Glephnir stares up at the Mistress, her gaze meets his as Glephnir gulps as he feels her authoritative weight press down upon him, “You my defiant little squirt. Will be known as Gnaria.”

Glephnir bits his lip, his tail twitches behind him as he stares at her for one minute… two, “That’s a girl’s name.”

“So? It's a name fitting for you, is it not?”

Gnaria relents as he averts his gaze, “Yes Mistress,” as she tenses up, the phantom wings of his twitch, causing him to look behind him to find nothing at all.

“Such a good little ones. Now it's time to assign you a Mistress who will train you into your new roles. Follow,” she commands as she turns around, her tail swishes less than an inch from their faces. The wind wafts over their faces as her scent follows in the void left behind, drawing them into her words as the feel the strong compulsion to simply follow.

Led down a simple hallway they soon enter another room, and as the door opens they feel the Mistress’ scent get mingled with countless other salazzle aromas. They feel as if they are being bathed in a sea of domineering sweet salazzle scent, and the one floating on top of it all is the Mistress’ own.

Walking into the room the three salandits suddenly feel like a deer stuck in headlights as over two dozen collared salazzles watch them approach. Their purple eyes watching their every move, their throbbing cocks as they move deeper into the room, the feeling ends only temporarily when the Mistress salazzle enters the room as the other salazzles’ gaze upon her. The three salandits watch the salazzles have a mixed reaction, some in total awe, others shivering in delight, others grow speechless, their arousals filling the air as they can see a few have wet sexes where only moments before they were dry.

“Stand in front of them,” the Mistress commands.

“Yes Mistress!” the three salandits yell out as they rush to stand front and center of the salazzle crowd.

The Mistress paces behind them, her movements are slow and methodical, “You all know why you are here. These three little ones my lovely ladies have been recently added to our delightful group. Seeing none of you yet have any salandits under your command, I am going to give you an opp--”

“I’ll do it!” yells Zirra as the room goes silent, the other salandits eyes grow side as they take a few steps away from Zirra as her sister who remains behind her whispers.

“You just interrupted her.”

Zirra gulps and glances at her, “I-I know.”

The Mistress stops her motion in her tracks as she looks over her shoulder at Zirra. Zirra gulps again as their eyes meet. The three salandits tense as they feel the tension in the air grow tense, “You will Zirra?”

Zirra nods, “Y-yes.”

The Mistress turns to face her, “Are you sure you up to the task? You know just how valuable these three are to me. To my plans, don’t you?”

“Y-yes Mistress,” Zirra replies as she stands firm taking a step towards as the other salazzles including her sister step away, “I will take them as my salandits to train and perfect in the way you see fit,” as she takes one more step closer to her as the Mistress continues to smile, walking over the salandits, letting them get a good tantalizing view of her naked rump as she now stands face to face with slightly shorter Zirra.

“Really? Are you prepared for such a task? You manage at times to pull the part I desire, but so often you show lack of resolve. Unable to take the role of the salazzle I want you to take. Your dear sister Mina, she’s been ready for some time, but has held back not wanting to leave you behind, perhaps I should have her do it.”

Zirra tenses, “No, I can do it Mistress!” she exclaims as she takes a half step closer to her. Zirra’s nostrils flare, her body shakes, her tail twitches, as she breathes heavily.

“So certain, are you?” the Mistress asks as she takes her still unpolished hand and runs it across Zirra’s chin. Everyone in the room sees he shudder, her sex twitches as she climaxes there on the spot, her hot slick juices dripping down her thighs as the Mistress continues to rub her chin, “I don’t know…”

“Please Mistress! I can do this!”

The Mistress lifts her chin up and brings her head close to hers. Zirra feels the Mistress’ hot breath washing over her, “You do know of the importance of this. What I want. What I desire. The consequences if you fail me. Are you ready to take such a big step?”

“Y-yes.”

The Mistress moves in and gives Zirra a big open mouth kiss. Their tongues intertwine as the Mistress forces it down into Zirra’s maw. Her hot breath flooding into her lungs as Zirra climaxes again on the spot, her legs wobbling her body growing weak as she looks like she will collapse where she stands at any moment.

Verenice watches the events unfold as he wonders, “Why is she doing this? Mistress seems not to want you for the job… why put yourself at risk?”

Kristina grins as he plays with his pink rubbery flesh, squeaking softly, “Yes… kiss her more. Oh this is so damn sexy, this is so worth it.”

Gnaria pants softly as he watches the events unfold, “What is Mistress getting at?” he thinks.

Slowly the Mistress breaks her kiss, her hand still caresses Zirra’s chin, saliva strands between their lips, breaking when the Mistress speaks, “No. You aren’t ready.”

Zirra shudders, her body wobbles as she stumbles back one step before she stops. She takes a deep breath and steels herself, straightening herself, “No Mistress. I won’t take no for an answer. I want these to be my salandits to serve me, to be trained under me. They will be the best salandits serving you in no time,” she states as she gives the Mistress a stern look.

The Mistress salazzle lifts an eye ridge, “No? I want all my lovely ladies to leave the room, now,” she commands as all the salazzles start to leave, “Except you Mina, I want you to stay. You are her sister after all.”

“Yes Mistress,” Mina, the salazzle that was with Kiru replies and bows. The Mistress never breaks her gaze from Zirra who continues to stare back at her. The two standoff till the last of the other salazzle’s leave.

“Mina? Bring me my polish.”

“Yes Mistress!” Mina rushes off to a nearby cupboard built into the wall, she comes back with the bottle of polish and a cloth.

“Polish my hands as I speak to your sister.”

“Yes Mistress,” Mina replies as she pours the liquid into the cloth and starts to polish the Mistress’ hands.

“After all this time. You stand up and defy me. After all my training, all the pleasure I have given you, now, in front of others you stand up and say no to me.”

Zirra gulps and tenses, “Y-yes Mistress. You mean a lot to me, but this is something I want to do more than anything. I will gladly accept whatever punishment you want to give to me, but,” she glances as Verenice, “I have to do this.”

The Mistress listens as Mina finishes polishing her hands as she becomes one uniform type of shine once again, “Any punishment I give? Are you sure?” she asks as she walks around Zirra.

Zirra gulps and nods, “Yes any.”

“No matter how horrible? Perhaps failure will get you demoted back to a salandit? Or worse yet, put you far, far away from me. Left to wait and wonder whenever you will get close to me again. To feel my touch, to smell my scent, leaving you wanting and waiting for months or even years?”

Zirra swallows a lump in her throat as her shaking hands stop, “Yes. I am willing Mistreeeek!” she yelps out as she feels The Mistress’ tail whip against her ass.

“Good. I love defiant dominating girls who want to serve me. Your sister is the same when she refused to move up in rank due to you,” the Mistress looks over at Mina who tenses up, “Show me what you have, dominate these three once they’ve polished themselves up,” she looks at Mina, “Give your sister the polish and clothes.”

“Yes Mistress,” Mina rushes over and hands her the items as she whispers.

“Don’t fuck this up.”

Zirra whispers back, “I won’t.”

“Good luck,” Mina walks back to her Mistress.

“On all fours Mina, I want a place to sit as I watch.”

“Yes Mistress,” Mina moves onto her hands and feet, straightening out her back as the Mistress sits down. Mina lets out a delightful moan as her sex twitches and grows even watter.

The Mistress looks over at the three salandits who stand awestruck at what just transpired, “They will be put in your care, but your weekly privileges will be revoked. You will remain in your quarters unless on duty serving our guests and you will not see me, speak to me, or try to even catch a whiff of my scent till their next quarterly review. Do I make myself clear?” The Mistress asks as she crosses her legs.

“Y-yes Mistress.”

The Mistress grins, “Good, you may begin.”

Zirra takes a deep breath as she holds the cloth and polish tightly in her hands as she approaches the three salandits. Verenice smiles a little, as Kristina eyes the Mistress and the one she is sitting on, while Gnaria keeps switching his gaze between all three salazzles.

Zirra’s nervous demonar fades as she stands there, she takes one deep breath before a smirk crawls across her face, her sex twitches slightly as the one of her voice shifts from what it was just moments ago, “You are not to focus on the Mistress. You are lowly salandits not worthy to gaze upon her!” she exclaims as she smacks Kiristina and Gnaria on the rumps with her tail with a whip like crack.

Kristina moans and turns his attention to Zirra, as Gnaria closes his eyes and slowly does the same, as Zirra then states, “I am your Mistress. You belong to me. You serve me. You will worship me. I am your salazzle superior, and to you, I am your one and only until my Mistress says otherwise.”

Verenice shivers at her words as he can smell Zirra’s scent grow heavier in the air, pushing away the Mistress’ pheromones not in quality but in sheer quantity and close proximity. A wave of pleasure washes over them as their collars help subtly reinforce Zirra’s authoritative words, “You will obey and serve my every whim, my ever desire. You have been given new names, state them now!”

“Verenice!”

“Kristina!”

“Gnaria,” they each reply one at a time and as they do they each feel a tingle of pleasure that makes their hard cocks twitch.

“Good, now polish each other. I will not have unrefined salandits serving me. You will follow the same rules my Mistress gives to me. Your squeaky bodies will be controlled, and only used when I will it.”

Zirra’s scent floods over them, their eyes growing glossed over as they can’t help but feel the strong compulsion to yell out, “Yes Mistress!” Zirra tosses them the cloth and the polish. She stands over them, arms crossed, her purple eyes glaring down at thiem.

“I’m waiting.”

“Sorry Mistress!” Verenice replies as he scrambles to grab the bottle of polish, quickly pouring it into a cloth he goes over to Kristina and starts to rub the liquid over his back. Kristina lets out a soft moan as the microfibers run across his bare back. His skin feels slicker, as the cloth runs across him. The cool air brushing against his back causing him to tense, each spot the polish comes across feels nice and refreshing in a unique way. It wasn’t like his currently unpolished parts were unclean, they felt nice and delightful too, but this felt just as good in a different way.

Gnaria watches Verenice polish over Kristina’s back with arms crossed. His tail flicks as he looks up at Zirra who was walking away for a moment, her size reminding him just how small he has become. The thoughts of it make his cock twitch, he grits his teeth as he feels the submissive draw of his new body’s instincts want to serve the salazzle commanding him.

“No, I am a dragon! I can’t just give in and accept the sex salazzle Mistress as my Mistress…” he thinks as suddenly a cloth is thrown into his face drawing him out of his thoughts. He falls over from the sudden shock, landing with a soft squeak, “You are not to stand idly by while your brothers work to get polished, join them. I will not accept laziness from any of you,” she commands.

Gnaria shivers as he looks up at Zirra she stares back at him into his own purple eyes as he freezes, “Yes Mistress, sorry Mistress,” Gnaria scrambles back to his feet, rushing over to the bottle of polish so he may join in the polishing of his fellow salandits.

“Don’t you dare miss a spot on my body or yours, if I hear one squeak once you are done,” Zirra states as she ass slaps Gnaria with her tail, his still unpolished ass gives a soft squeak as he moans, “There will be consequences.”

“Yes Mistress!” he yells out as Zirra paces around them, circling the three with her scent, her magenta marks glowing as she tries to not look at her own Mistress, who is gently running her hands along Mina’s upper back and rump. Mina moans softly as she feels not only her Mistress’ touch but her hot wet sex dripping onto her back. She closes her eyes, trying to keep focus, to remain stable for her Mistress to sit on when she feels the Mistress’ fingers trail along her tail pulling it towards her as she then slips the tip between her sex.

Mina tenses, her hands dig into the soft carpet, her toes curl as her sex quakes in delight as she feels her Mistress’ hot dripping vent squeeze around her tail tip, making her body want to scream out and moan, to shiver in delight, but instead she steels herself to remain as stable and still as possible.

Zirra catches her sister’s soft whimpering moans but keeps her cool, her focus and as soon as the three salandits finish polishing she steps in knocking Kristina over and presses her foot over his crotch her long toes running across his belly as she leans in, “Good, good i can see you polished him like you should, but you made me wait such a long time,” she complains as she tail smacks Verenice on the rump.

“Sorry Mistress!” Verenice cries out as Zirra reaches out and holds his head. The new salandit shivers at Zirra’s touch. He feels her draw him closer, the large salandit leans down so she can be almost head level to him. He looks into her eyes, her soft gentle loving eyes, which then steel up into domineering loving ones. Zirra takes a deep breath and blows a thick wave of her scent into Verenice’s face.

Memories flood Verenice’s mind of the time he and her spent together, wearing the gas mask as he just breathed in her scent. His cock twitched as he let out a deep moan, his hips jerk forward as Zirra continues to caress his chin. She lets out another wave of her scent, blowing it onto him as Verenice closes his eyes, his body reaching over the edge as he climaxes, his hot sticky glistening seed spewing onto the floor.

The Mistress squeezing her legs together to keep’s Mina’s tail deeply lodged within her, her hands were covering her face but now peel away as she speaks, “You got one to climax by scent alone. Impressive, but now you’ve gotten my clean floor dirty.”

Zirra tenses, “Sorry Mistress, I’ll get that cleaned up right away.”

“Please do, I don’t want it to stain.”

“Gnaria! Clean the mess your brother made, now!” Zirra demands as Gnaria tenses. He tries to resist, but her voice, it echoes within his mind, her scent, it's so intoxicating, drawing him in closer, and the sensation of doing what she says feels so good, “I.. why… I am a great dragon…” Gnaria thinks as he says, “Yes Mistress,” as he falls to all fours. His body shivering ineagerness as he hears Kristina and Verenice moan out in delight, their blissful songs causing his member to twitchin the air. He crawls over to the cum covered floor and looks up at Zirra.

Zirra eyes him and stares firmly back into his eyes as she gives out an order, “Lick.”

Gnaria shivvers, “Y-yes Mistress,” he lowers his head and runs his tongue across the salandit gizz. The salty taste lingers on his tongue along with small bits of fabric that are absolutely soaked with salazzle aroma. Zirra takes another deep breath and blows it over Verenice. Verenice shudders as he climaxes again, his stream of seed slopping over Gnaria’s single bulb patterned back.

Zirra curls her toes, slightly scratching Kristina’s belly as she lifts her toot up, “Clean your brother’s back. I don’t want my salandits to remain dirty for long.”

Kristina blushes and nods, “Yes Mistress!” He wiggles out from under Zirra’s foot and starts to lick across Gnaria’s back. His tongue slithers across the polished skin which tastes a little sweet, mixing well with the salty and tangy flavor of Verenice’s cum. He then moves to lick across Verenice’s cock, suckling the tip as his tongue coils around his pink shiny flesh.

Kristina’s cock grinds against Verenice’s back who presses back against the throbbing delight, while Verenice watches things unfold. Kristina pulls his hips back and slips his member underneath and into Gnaria’s cute tight rump. Gnaria feels the member slip into him, his hands tensing as he’s so suddenly penetrated, and just as suddenly Gnaria and Kristina feel a firm thwack against their rumps and back side.

“Did I tell you to mount him Kristina? Did I tell you to let him mount you Gnaria? I said to clean up the mess. You are to be good salandits and do as you are told,” as she is now standing over the three with a firm glare.

“Sorry Mistress!” Gnaria and Kristina exclaim as they lower their heads.

“As punishment you will be regulated to licking and massaging my feet,” Zirra remarks as she sits down, spreading her legs and lifting her feet into the air, wiggling the goes.

Kristina shivers, “Yes Mistress,” as she grabs Zirra’s left foot, her hands massaging the salazzle’s souls as he licks across the toes giving them a soft and tender suckle.

Gnaria lets out a soft huff of air as he goes to the other foot, he runs his hands along the sides as small bursts of pheromones waffs across his face. He tenses as he breaths them in, salandit body urging him to rub more, the scent lingering on his tongue as he licks across the base of the foot nuzzling it as he props up his Mistress’ foot. This leaves Verenice now standing in the middle staring up at his new Mistress.

Verenice shivers as he looks at her, her sex twitches as it glistens with her juices, his member bounces as he tenses up, she motions him to step up but as soon as he takes a step closer to her, the Mistress clears her throat.

Zirra shivers, her toes curling around the other two salandit’s heads as she looks behind her, “Yes Mistress?”

“Turn around so I can see your feet being played with. It will please me.”

Zirra shivers and nods, “Yes Mistress, of course,” she looks at the two salandits who are still working on her feet, “You heard my Mistress sluts, turn me around so she can see you work. Don’t fail me now or I shall add a little fire to my tailwhip next time.”

Kristina hikes his rump at the thought while Gnaria tenses, the two look at each other and nod as they move in unison to spin Zirra around, using her rump as a pivot point, stopping when her twitching feet now face the Mistress, leaving Verenice running to catch up.

The Mistress smirks, “Better, proceed,” as she drives Mina’s tail deeper into her sex as she eyes Zirra’s quivering sex. Zirra looks up at the Mistress for a moment before her hands tense against the carpet, “Lick,” she commands as Verenice rushes up, pressing his hands on her inner thighs, rubbing along the smooth shiny flesh.

“Yes Mistress,” Verenice replies as his red shiny tongue slithers out of his drooling maw. It runs across Zirra’s skin, lapping out the clear fluids already leaked out of her hot vent. Zirra moans softly as she watches him work. Her toes curling around the other two salandits. Kristina’s mouth is forced up by the curl as he is currently busily suckling one of her shiny slick toes.

“That’s it, just lick. Lick around, lick over, but don’t penetrate, you haven’t earned that yet. You need to work for your rewards.”

“Yes Mistress,” Verenice replies as he licks across her vent. He feels her warmth, her strong sweet scent emanating from it causing a single dry orgasm to be forced between his legs as he also savors the equally sweet scent of her flesh and sexual fluids. His hands caress her inner thighs, the area around her warm petals, revealing the pinkish flesh within. The cool air brushing against Zirra’s sex causes it to twitch, her muscles flex as it closes the vent, allowing Verenice to lick across it once more without fear of breaking her command.

Mina watches her sister dominate the three new salandits, “That’s it sis, if you need any help I will be there… ohhh that feels so good,” Mina thinks as the Mistress firmly grips Mina’s tail and slides it in and out of her sex like a wiggling worm dildo.

The Mistress holds back her moans as she enjoys the display before her, thoughts mulling in her mind as she thinks, “So far so good. Let's see if Zirra really can keep to her promise. I would hate to further punish another lovely prospect,” as she will continue to watch the sexual display of salazzle dominance over salandit till she’s had her fill, allowing them to go to their new place of stay, only one floor below this one, bringing the three now salandits ever closer to the one pulling all the strings, the Mistress.