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With a loud metallic clack and sudden flash of being hit with a bright light, Desty awakes with a start, finding herself cuffed by the wrists and ankles to a metal table upright at about seventy-five degrees. The surrounding room is completely hidden by the draping darkness, the floor itself even made of a black material that reflects no light. Aside from a towel over her, the dragon is completely naked, her soft fur and crown of feathers groomed by very skilled hands. With quiet steps, a tall raptor dressed in business casual enters the cone of light and smiles down at her with no small amount of amusement at the situation. It's none other than Yskra Goldcrown, also known as Yskra del Reno in the underworld, and he's the man she was trying to ruin.

A billionaire and tech mogul, he's been behind some rather nefarious and frighteningly successful plots to manipulate the market, politics, and world affairs, and Desty got caught in her investigation while attempting to download data directly from his company mainframe. His guards being synths – specifically synths equipped with several different methods of tranquilization – was not in her briefing. Nor was the alarm. Really, almost nothing went her way besides getting through the initial security checkpoint, and now she suspects that was on purpose.

“So, how do you feel?" Yskra asks cordially. “I did my best to make sure you were comfortable."

“What do you mean cOmFoRTaBLe? I'm strapped to a cold metal slab!"

“Is it though?"

With it pointed out, Desty realizes the table is warmed, and wiggling in the restraints, there's enough cushioned lining she couldn't hurt herself on them without a great deal of effort. In fact, the table isn't metal at all, more of a firm padding material that just looks metallic.

“Oh. Huh. Alright… I rescind the previous statement," She scoffs. “But you can still eat a giant bag of dicks."

“Now what have I done to deserve that attitude?" He asks innocently with the ghost of a smile. “Clearly, I'm not a savage."

“Should I start with the extremely hostile takeover of your competitor company, the spyware on all your products, incredible amounts of kidnapping and blackmailing – did I miss anything?" Desty snaps. “Shall we add tax evasion?"

“I pay my taxes, thank you very much," He snorts with good humor, “If I'm going to exploit the planet, the least that can be done is pay the due tithe; professionals have standards. As for what you missed, it would make me sound like an ass if I listed it all off. For instance, Valkyrie, what was it we drummed up yesterday?"

“Increasing funding for the cyborg rehab centers," A voice comes from behind, startling Desty again, “And arming disgruntled marine biologists to disable an oil rig, sir."

“Oh, that reminds me! How did they do?"

“They overdid it and burst a holding tank trying to scuttle the drill. Crown Corp intervened to prevent an ecological disaster."

“I'm sure the media loved that."

“Our shares went up by fifteen percent, in fact!"

“I do so love angry scientists," Yskra chuckles.

“A cyborg rehab center?!" Desty spudders incredulously. “There's no way that is actually doing what it sounds like."

“Crown Corp has been scooping them up for the past six years. Did you think all the misbegotten synths and augmented veterans went away on their own?"

“I had never given it much thought… Wait, why are you doing that?"

“Synthetics have very few accommodating social services, as it turns out."

“Admittedly, that's mildly interesting but not what I meant! Why are you collecting them?"

“Well, it's hard to have a society with a bunch of blood or cum thirsty, borked beep-boops running amok, now isn't it?"

“That's it? No evil plan, no ulterior motive?" Desty demands incredulously.

“I mean, they make for very durable and stupidly versatile guards, as you found out, but that's if they can be rehabilitated and want to be hired. We only break even on the whole program with the breeding services we contract them out for."

“And there it is…" Desty says, narrowing her eyes.

“Yeah, I'd assume the worst of me too in this scenario before starting that whole shebang up, but it was actually a solution to keep their needs in check. A lot of them fell victim to a virus overclocking their sex organs and sexuality through the OS itself and it's not able to reset with one big fix; we need a team of caffeinated code daemons to do it one-by-one, and let me tell you, that takes a while!" Yskra clarifies with a shrug. “Let's be clear: people legally pay us money to spend time with a pampered and very willing partner. Though, I'd not be telling the whole story if I said I didn't throw them the lazy interns to use when we don't get enough clients."

“How on earth is that legal!?"

“To the former, a very thorough consent form. To the latter, we legally own our employees' rights; that's the tradeoff they make signing up for universal benefits and competitive pay."

“I shudder to think what your office culture is like."

“Productive, as a matter of fact! You'd be surprised how fast and intelligent workers get with the proper motivation."

“I'm going to enjoy wiping the floor with your quippy ass when my partner frees me," Desty growls.

As if on que, a vent cover hits the floor a few feet away from Yskra and there's the sounds of a struggle above that ends as quickly as it started.

“Boss," A rough, synthetic voice of a woman calls from above, a tall maned wolf dropping down silently into view with a familiar looking bundle on her back. “Present for ya."

Standing up fully, her visor is made of black glass that cracks open jaggedly along where lips would be and unnaturally flexes to reveal a dark mouth within, their virtual eyes on the display a deep purple. They wear nothing but a luxurious coat of black fur, their body perfect and slim in an artificial way that gives them away as heavily modified with cybernetics. The bodyguard drops the bundle in a heap on the ground and Desty identifies it as Lyn, her partner, now tied up in heavy black cabling.

“Well, shit," Desty sighs.

“Indeed," Yskra agrees, pleased.

“Heeey, partner," Lyn greets her sheepishly. “I. Uh. Didn't know Yskra made a new friend."

“Friend is a strong word," The wolf grunts with disdain, practically melting back into the shadows with the pinpricks of light appearing in the ceiling above moments later.

“But we're well on our way with these kinds of presents!" Yskra hums happily as he snaps his fingers, an identical table to Desty's rising out of the floor beside her.

Picking Lyn up, Yskra merely holds her up to the table, at which robotic arms reach out and grasp her, removing the need for the black cabling which the raptor removes and flings into the darkness above. It does not fall back down. There's a short laser light show from the slab and the pangolin's stealth suit falls to the floor in ribbons before she's promptly restrained, the platform turning horizontal to hold her belly down to account for her large tail.

“I just so happen to know this little mission of yours was kept under wraps, so now that there will be no more interruptions…" Yskra trails off into a small smile, “Shall we get started?"

“Started on you fucking yourself?" Desty smirks.

“Yeah, go fuck yourself, FREAK!" Lyn joins in enthusiastically.

“Damn, well I can't argue with that! But why do it alone when you're both here after blundering into my clutches…" Yskra ripostes with an arched brow and a quizzical smirk as to where this is going.

“Nuh-uh-uh!" Desty declares proudly. “I said it first!"

“Gee, and I was almost scared for my life," Lyn says dryly. “But I get the distinct feeling you're just a pervert with a big budget."

“Not an unfair statement," He chuckles, walking towards Lyn and drawing a finger across her sensitive back. “Careful, though! I find that particular quality of mine is quite contagious."

The arms flip the pangolin over at a tap on his watch and Lyn indignantly squirms under his hand as he ticklishly lowers it down her belly, using the other to grope a breast and tease a nipple with his thumb until he finds her clitoris. She stifles a gasp as his thumb presses into the sensitive flesh, massaging it with his before stopping and booping her on the nose. She nearly takes off his finger with her jaws for it but was flustered a moment too long to succeed, and Yskra is well aware of that fact.

“Good girl!" He praises her, making her let out a small, frustrated huff as she looks away with blush forming on her cheeks. “The best part is I know you trained this one, Desty. It explains an awful lot…"

“Ah, go sit on an unlubed dildo!" The feathered dragon snorts.

“I don't have one of those with me at the moment, but I have other toys…" Yskra snickers.

Motioning to Valkyrie, the blue dragon swiftly retrieves a vibrating wand and brings it to him on a silver tray, making Desty roll her eyes as he moves towards her with it in hand. The blue dragon returns to her previous spot, patiently waiting to be of service.

“I use one of those on the regular, do you really think that's going to – hnnfm!"

Pushing right up against her, he pushes into her with a kiss, his hands scritching behind her ears in the perfect spot as his tapered shaft, poking through his unbuttoned pants, grinds warmly against her snatch. It's only for a moment but it's soft, sensual, and his scent fills her senses, leaving her worked up faster than she thought possible as he pulls away and almost casually maneuvers the wand over her snatch, switching it on. The head of it is already moist with lube as it brrrrs against her sex, leaving her shaking lightly against the stimulation. Satisfied it's working, he taps the table and another arm sprouts to hold it in place for him.

As she opens her mouth to say something snarky, his knowing look leaves her momentarily speechless, the raptor winking as he switches his attention back to a suddenly very flush Lyn.

“Well, hello pretty girl," He croons, his hands gripping her thighs and slowly feeling them up. “If your mentor gets worked up so easily, I wonder what I can do to you."

“Nothing," Lyn says bluntly, biting her lip tellingly. “Not a single thing. Nope. No, sir."

“Ohh, skipping to 'sir' already, are we?" He croons. “That's adorable."

“I know, right?" Valkyrie chimes in behind her head, running her fingers down Lyn's neck and across the many scales in a grooming fashion that is heaven for the pangolin. “Did someone train you to be a good girl already? Takes one to know one after all, sweetheart!"

Evidently, Lyn missed Yskra's signal to his assistant and is now facing a bisexual assault she was not prepared for. She looks to Desty, but the feathered dragon is a bit busy trying to find her way off the table with the wand being persistently held against her vent, the arm moving and twisting it with her no matter which way she struggles.

“Does somebody like clickers, hmm?" Yskra chuckles, pulling out one to create a resounding click.

Both Lyn and Valkyrie visibly react to it, making him chuckle.

“Oh, you're just a treat. Do you wanna be a good girl for me, Lyn?"

“Of course not, si-s– Yskra," She shakes her head fervently, going sopping wet in front of his eyes.

“That's a shame," He frowns dramatically. “Well then, let me show you what I do for good pets! Maybe then you'll change your mind, sweetheart."

“Ignore him, Lyn!" Desty gasps amorously, “We covered this exact situation in training!"

“Oh, I have got to get some footage of those sessions now," Yskra chuckles. “But until then, let me show you something I doubt was on the curriculum. Xai, dear, please come on over~"

Whether she was watching from the shadows or entered from somewhere, neither spies can tell, the crow-esk woman simply appearing in the light next to Yskra as she walks forward. With midnight hair falling around the sides of her head, a sharp beak and a massive set of wings folded against her back make her strikingly different to the rest of the occupants of the room.

“Hello, master," She says with a sultry look, “I see you're already playing. Am I joining in too?

“Of course! In fact, I want to show how I reward a good pet!"

“Oh?" She smirks, undoing the straps of her skimpy dress and letting it drop to the floor around her talons, standing nude with a gorgeous body that has both Desty and Lyn staring. “Now how may I help by doing that?"

She emphasizes her point by grasping his shaft, the touch bringing it back to fully erect with drops of pre forming at the tip as she strokes it with a practiced motion.

“Take notes, Lyn. I appreciate initiative but not cheek," Yskra grins over his shoulder at her, opening his arms to Xai. “First, let me love my pretty bird for a moment."

With a small coo, she complies, stepping forward into his arms where he strokes her beak, rubs her shoulders, and slowly works his hands down in a massaging fashion to her snatch. His fingers probe her entrance dexterously, intimately familiar with just how much to rub her clitoris to arouse her without providing any real pleasure. With the other hand, he fills his hands with her breast, playing with the nipple while he nips at her neck.

She clucks under his ministrations, staying obediently still but visibly being worked up.

“I'm shocked, Desty, you've kept quiet for most of this time," Yskra smiles at her with a side eye. “What's wrong?"

“Sorry, you know what, you're right! In fact, how about I list off all the ways you're an absolute dickwaffle. Let's start with your face being on your own magazine every wee–"

She's cut off by one of the robot arms responding to a snap of his fingers, a ball gag being stuffed in her mouth that automatically clips itself into place. It's slightly soft and tastes of strawberries, catching her a little off-guard. She can only glare at him, suddenly letting out a moan as the wand picks up in speed.

“I like her," Xai says with a small snicker.

“I'm sure she'll make a good playmate when she's properly trained. But now for you my dear…" Yskra rumbles, tail wrapping around her waist as he turns her around and lifts the bird up just enough she's forced to lean back into him. Conveniently, this puts her in a perfect position for him to thrust up into her sex as well.

He sinks into her gradually, giving Lyn a particularly good view of how his shaft parts her nether lips and spreads them wide until his furry balls rest snugly against her feathers.

“Ah, I don't attend to you for a few days, and you become tight as a vice again, my dear!" Yskra chuckles, starting a slow, gentle pace.

“Aww, what a shame you won't last that long, then," She smirks, letting out a sudden squawk as he suddenly begins a much rougher tempo.

“Faster it is, then," He grins wolfishly. “Maybe even ready for my clutch with that bratty attitude!"

He uses his full length in each spearing thrust into her depths, creating wet impacts with her own flesh as he fucks her with the intent to breed, and there is nothing she can do about it held as she is. Not that she wants to, and both Lyn and Desty watch as she moans and chirps all the while. Xai is a familiar name, a past veteran agent that went missing, a bonified badass that now takes the raptor's bone like she's in heat. No wonder how he knew they were coming.

“Sorry, Lyn, but I need a platform for a moment," Yskra apologizes breathlessly as he pushes Xai down onto her.

The bird curls around the pangolin in an affectionate manner, holding onto her shoulders for dear life as Yskra charts the deepest parts of her sex with heavy, hammering plunges of his cock into her while he paints her womb white. There's so much it spurts out, drooling over and onto Lyn's own dripping sex, giving her a sense of the heat and sheer volume Xai is being pumped with.

It strikes chords in the pangolin, seeing Xai reduced to a shuddering wreck on top of her, and she wants the same.

“I'm not acting, you know," Xai murmurs with hot breath into Lyn's ear. “That dick. It's that good."

“Oh, honey, I know," Yskra laughs. “So, I'll ask again Lyn, do you want to be a good girl for me?"

Blushing to almost a feverish degree at this point, Lyn nods.

“No, use your words," He smiles. “I need to hear your consent."

“P-please, I'll be a good girl."

“A good girl for me? Only me?"

“Y-yes!"

“Ohhh, and what does my good girl want?"

“To get bred by you, sir!"

“You're such a brave pet to say it outright, Lyn! Of course I will!"

Pulling out and leaving the crow leaking his seed on top of her, Yskra thrusts himself into Lyn all at once. He was correct to assume he would hilt without problem, given all the juices dripping from her sex as is, and he's not at all surprised to find her quite spacious. That in and of itself is more rewarding, taking her from someone who put so much time into training and breaking her in, all for his benefit now.

With Xai he had to hold back some, lest he bruise and ruffle her tail feathers, but Lyn is all scales and shell with a well-used gash, and he plows it properly. It's so much at once for the pangolin, to be put at such a rough pace almost immediately, but after how worked up she got, it's like heaven. She climaxes almost instantly.

“Oh, my! No one has been taking care of you, you poor thing! Not to worry, I'm here now," The raptor assures her. “I'll make sure your needs are met!"

He makes good on that promise, holding Xai's hips for stability to fuck Lyn all the better. There's a wet crushing noise as Desty obliterates the ballgag in her grinding teeth, spitting it out to yell at Lyn to stop, only for Valkyrie to quietly stuff a cleaning towel in her mouth. Her mentor can only watch as Yskra fills her with his seed, the pangolin begging for him to keep going. Both have considerable stamina and it takes roughly half an hour until Lyn is finally fucked into unconsciousness.

Xai and Valkyrie carry her off to some pampering spa, no doubt, leaving Yskra alone with a rather ornery and incredibly edged Desty.

“Fuck you," She snarks as he pulls the now saliva sopped towel from her mouth.

“I'd say fuck me yourself," He half-grins cheekily, nodding to her restraints. “But. Well. You know."

“Undo them then. I'll happily get right to work…"

“Uh-huh? What would you start with?"

“Your face."

“Ohhh, facesitting kinda girl, are we?"

“T-that's not what I meant!"

“But a Freudian slip nonetheless."

“You don't know that…"

“Do I not?" He croons, running a finger along her sensitive belly, making her shiver. “Why do I smell heat filling this side of the room, then? I must be gravely mistaken! You prefer a good, hard railing instead."

“T-that – what? No!"

“Yes."

“No!"

“Yeah-huh!"

“Nuh-uh!"

“I bet I can make you moan louder than her."

“I bet you fuckin' can't!"

“Is that permission to try?"

“Sure, knock yourself out, ya bird brained dickhead!"

“Yes, ma'am!"

Much like Lyn, she's wet enough he doesn't need to prep her, but he wants to for his own amusement to watch her expression go through the stages of grief. He grasps her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the table and inserting his avian cock slowly, inch by inch, watching her fake cringing. The biting of the corner of her lip and her ardent breathing are the giveaway, and he enjoys starting with slow, gentle thrusts. The first stage, of course, is denial.

“The hell are you going so slow for?" She snaps.

Well, that was quick! Straight to anger it is.

“Oh, forgive me my dear…" He says with a small, smug smile.

Desty suddenly understands how Lyn felt as the table arms flip her over and he climbs aboard, mounting her and suddenly slamming himself balls deep with heavy humps into her snatch, gaping her on his dick and breaking her in in a manner she hasn't felt in a very long time.

“A-ah! That's too fast! S-slow down!"

“I can tell it doesn't hurt. Why should I? You wanted things to speed up, didn't you?"

“B-but that's too much, you dickwad!"

“What's in it for me?" The raptor snickers as she clenches around him, overstimulated and then some. “This feels so good, why would I ever want to stop?"

“Gah! J-just go slower!" She stammers, her legs shaking.

He doesn't answer and continues humping, knowing full well she's smart enough to figure this out. The stage has proceeded to bargaining.

“Fine!" She gasps. “W-what do you want?"

Immediately, his pace softens just a touch. Not enough to allow her to recover but to make her know she's on the right path.

“No more insults..." Yskra says, thinking for a moment. “And I want to hear you moan for me."

“Grrrr," She growls before relenting with a sudden yelp that turns into a girlish whine with a particularly firm hilting.

“That's much better, sweety," He says, upholding his end of the bargain and turning to slow, heavy thrusts.

It's a very tight fit, but she's got enough fire he can tell she's not too sore to make this work as of yet. She's subdued, ego a bit crushed as her body forces her to comply, but gradually they move from depression to acceptance as he works up going faster and faster, petting and whispering encouragement in her ear as they work up to both their highs. He holds nothing but as she orgasms, signaling it by crying his name, and he pounds her throughout it with every inch of his shaft. Her milking, massaging cunt proves to be too much and though he didn't intend to give it to her, he nonetheless cums inside her with heavy, thick ropes, draining himself inside until there goes no place in her womb unmarked.

He releases the arms on the table as he lays down on top of her, the feathered dragon too tired to fight back anyhow as he takes her into his arms.

“I'm not telling you any secrets still," She sighs wearily, still snuggling into his chest for warmth.

“I already know everything I need to."

“Then what was all this?"

“That's simple!" He says, kissing her on the forehead. “I wanted to make such a cute thing as yourself mine."

“O-oh…" She murmurs. “That's… really stupid."

“And like that," He says, Valkyrie not even needing an order to hand him a collar with a leash, “We're training you some more."

“Bitch, I wasn't going to break that easy."

“Which implies you can!"

“… I bet your maid over there pegs you."

“You can't hide behind trying to attack my pride," Yskra chuckles knowingly. “I'll give you a couple of minutes to rest up, my dear, and then we start again."