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W-Wha…?

You see blackness.

But now, your eyelids have gained sense in them.

And as of now, they only emulated darkness.

Why?

Well, because that could mean only one thing.

There was light beyond.

And so, you realized you were still amongst the realm of the living, and you slowly peel your eyes open, blinking a few times to get out any sleep, and…

Wait.

Why did they…feel different?

They were more…rough, heavier.

And the view…

It was more…smooth…?

What?

Why…?

You squint as you awaken to the time of the daily cycle, the Sun out and beaming through a wall of slightly angled windows in front of you, the panes separated by wooden crossbars, likely due to the creation of the architecture.

Oh…

Its daytime.

The celestial star was glowing over this piece of earth right now.

You felt the warmth on you.

Ah, yes…

You wanted to get up and stretch your…

Wait…

Your neutral line slowly slipped into a slight frown.

What…

Why...?

W-why couldn’t you feel your legs?

You know, your limbs?

And…why weren’t they responsive?

Of course, as a dragon who had four, you wanted to know.

You dipped your head downwards towards were your front ones were.

Maybe they were just asle-

No.

Looking down was a mistake.

Your eyes widen as large as dinner plates.

What…

W-What?

WHAT!?!?

When you gazed down to see your limbs, you discovered a horrible truth.

Your legs weren’t there.

W-WHAT!?!?

You feel your heartrate go up.

You look down at yourself and see…

No.

There wasn’t…anything.

No. Nothing.

Not even stumps.

Your body was a perfectly shaped dragon barrel, but it was completely smooth and round.

And…

Wait.

W-WHY WERE YOUR SCALES GREY!?!?

The characteristic plates of Dragonkind on your hide were replaced with an endless synthetic material, in the pattern of diamonds, but not individual scales!

You felt it. It was synthetic and rubbery, so durable, so perfect in its sheen.

Wha…

W-Wha…

And…

There were two white and rounded slabs in front of you, lowered quite a bit from where you were, along with a black metal ring in the floor in front of you with equally dark triangles in a spiral inside, as if closing something.

W-Wha…

You stare at where the round platforms connected, where your main body lay, curling your neck like a crane.

And…

A-And…

You twist your head and…

Oh.

O-Oh Bahamut.

Your body was stuck on a table, belly downwards into its silvery surface.

Your gaze travels along and…

No, NO!!!

Bahamut! Your back!

They didn’t have large and leather wings sprouting out, but instead…nothing!

Your wings weren’t there!

Your Bahamut-given gift…gone!

And, what’s worse, your eyeballs, or, what you perceived as eyeballs, caught the other truth.

Your rear legs were also gone, just like the front ones.

And your tail, meant to guide you in flight amongst your draconic brothers and sisters wasn’t where it should be above your rear.

Now you began breathing heavily.

You face forwards once more.

You try your best move them, to move what was no longer there, and didn’t feel any sensation whatsoever. Not even phantom ones.

It was like they didn’t exist.

You try to move, move anything at all, but couldn’t.

You didn’t feel any bones on the outside that could move you. You couldn’t even shake the platform you stood on.

And…

Wait.

You felt something else.

It was in your abdomen, just below the center of your body.

You felt it, them.

The tubes.

You felt a constant push and pull of substances in and out of you, for they were connected to you where you weighed the table down. There were several entangled tubes of clear material, flowing vital fluids in and out of your body.

They were nutrients, meant to keep you alive, while others filtered out anything that could be deemed as waste.

They all went down, spiraling into a black round crevice of metal and into the floor, something you would never see.

You were constantly being fed and had what was considered useless swirled right out.

It flowed right into you, like a web of waters being poured into a hole in you that defied gravity. And yet, it didn’t make you feel full, for what was taken in had something taken out in return, a constant tug of war of artificial design.

No.

No…

You couldn’t do anything about it even if you could.

You were essentially a limbless dragon, modified into Bahamut knows what, and unable to move from your position.

You tried so hard to get some movement from your position, stretching your neck to move forwards, but no, it was futile.

After a bout of trying to wobble in order to get off, you began to breathe in exertion, leading to a heavier dose of liquids propelling themselves into your body.

Bahamut…

You were basically a draconic potato with what little movement you were capable of besides your head and neck.

W-What…

W-What…happened to you?

Your memory banks try to find books hidden in the shelves, and shockingly come up short.

You expected a great explanation, and all you got were visions.

Yes…

You remember. You were in some sort of accident, but what kind of accident? And what kind of accident causes you to turn into…this?

And your name!

Why couldn’t you remember your name!?

It was something all dragons have upon hatching with loving parents, but you just came up blank.

It simply made no sense!

How could this have happened to you?

And…w-why?

Bahamut, why? What did you do to deserve this?

How…

How can you even consider yourself a dragon?

No, think of what you have! You still have a windpipe, even though it felt more…rigid, and you still breathed! You still felt your lungs, and your heart was beating, albeit faster than a quicksilver. You also felt your horns on the back of your head even though you could never hope to see them, feeling the blood in the little vessels within the bone. You also had eyes and a dragon muzzle, although you felt that your teeth were way smaller and more pokey than anything sharp. Your tongue also felt fake, having stretchiness it shouldn’t have, and the buds were so microscopic that you didn’t feel bumpiness on the roof of your jaw.

Wait, shouldn’t you have a tailbone?

You try to wiggle it, try to find some part of you that remained and…and…

You felt it.

Them.

Your genitals.

At least the bones in your pelvis were left, giving your rump a shape, but what it contained was far from natural and was wrong, so wrong.

Instead of being hidden, they were surrounded by the same smooth and factory-made material akin to rubber, your skin not even a mockery of dragon scales.

You felt it, them.

Your tailhole, or…just hole, was no longer hidden and was shockingly warm. The anus blinked and showed blackened material inside.

And…worst of all, was at your groin.

You remembered being a drake, with a pair of testicles tucked inside of you, filled with your sperm to impregnate a dragoness, along with a respectable endowment, a penis, to do the job.

But that wasn’t what you felt.

No, no, that wasn’t.

No, for you instead felt not a drakehood, but instead a vagina, folds forever out as opposed to being hidden beneath scales until the pieces were needed.

B-BAHAMUT!!!

You tried to deny it, focusing all of your power at that one spot in between where your back legs could be, trying your hardest to feel anything remaining of your drakehood, aiming to get hard and feel the blood in it.

But no, no, you couldn’t.

You instead winked it, winked this new hole that you had, and instead of having a dick leak pre, the mound instead got hot and moist, the folds opening and closing in some vein attempt to feel a pair of internal balls and a cock.

But no, you had a dragonesshood permanently open to the world.

No…

Bahamut no…

You no longer had testes and a dick to impregnate with, for you now had the dripping cunt of a female.

How…

Your spirit crashed.

How…why…

You felt wetness in your eyes.

At least you could do that.

No…Bahamut…no…

What…what’s…happening to me…?

W-Why?

Why would anyone do this?

Why would Bahamut do this?

You couldn’t even consider yourself a drake anymore. The only thing that denoted you as a male was your masculine voice, but that was it.

And even when you attempted to find your sacs, you came up empty.

It was like they were phased out of your body and removed, or perhaps they shriveled up and died as they disintegrated.

All that happened was the fluttering and moistening of your folds.

Why…

WHY WAS THIS HAPPENING TO YOU!?!?

You began crying.

You lost almost everything that made you a drake besides your vocal cords.

The best you could do was uselessly open the flaps of your grey-lipped snatch like a pair of scissors, forever changed into…whatever you were!

And so, you gained great depression as your tears fell from your synthetically covered “skin” of your muzzle and plopping onto the wooden planked ground.

Why…

W-Why was this…happening to you?

You asked all the questions, but the answers evaded you.

You were wallowing in your own sorrow, with nothing but this shifting vent and puckering hole above it when suddenly…

You were broken out of your lamentation for what you’ve become when you heard something, the tears momentarily drying up.

It was…a voice.

“You may now proceed to the chamber.”

It was a cold and emotionless one belonging to a male, something that he lost besides his personal identity. It was also synthetically communicated through speakers unseeable to him.

You snake your throat around, wanting to find the source.

You crane your neck around your wingless back with ruined eyes and see oak double doors with golden handles, angled and durable to raw strength, a specialized rug going from under the platform you were stuck on and went under it where your sight couldn’t ever go.

W-Wha…

W-What was…

W-Who…?

Then…all of a sudden…

They opened.

They revealed what surprised you a bit.

It was a strong and powerful earth drake of dark emerald scales, woody horns sprouting from behind his head, and seeing with a pair of sapphire orbs. With a pair of great membraned wings, he began to stroll in with his four, three-toed paws.

This was a true dragon, with gifts you could never have ever again.

His snout breathed with his mouth, long and flexible tail swaying behind him, giving you a bit of a stare as you curved your only movable part besides your folds. He stood straight as he connected with your fearful eyes, rather perplexed that this bizarre thing was…looking at him.

He was attentive and…quite confused.

You were confused.

W-What…

W-What was a drake doing here?

You internally gasped.

Could…

Could he help him?

Yes!

He could!

He…

However, the monotone voice that felt like it was from a dead scientist spoke out.

And it gave him a very dark truth.

“You may now proceed to the mount.”

W-Wha…

W-WHAT!?!?

You…y-you…

YOU!?!? A MOUNT!?!?

You were turned into a mount!?

Your mouth was agape.

This…this was what you were turned into?

A stand meant for…

No! You weren’t! Never!

However, your thoughts akin to crashing trains were halted by the muscular and hefty drake behind you.

He made creaks in the flooring.

He was walking towards you, w-which meant…

No…

N-No!

T-That meant…

No! Bahamut no!

You barely saw it, but you peered at it when it hung to the side.

You saw his erect drakehood, dark red with a pointed cone for a tip, slipping from underneath his crotch and to the side with his steps.

It looked big.

No…

He…

H-He was planning on mating you!

NO!!!

You couldn’t move, for it was like you were glued to the table’s surface, forever trapped in the cell that was your body.

There was no escape.

You became desperate, you shook your head at him with pleading eyes.

No…

Not this…

Y-You’re not…

“N-No…p-please…”

You begged him, your tear-lined orbs filled with eternal fear.

No, you can’t be this…

No…

Your voice came out like a fellow drake like himself, and he stopped his clacks with his claws as he held himself.

What…?

The mount…stared at him and…talked?

What was…

“W-Wha…?”

You heard him ask as he tilted his head somewhat in this situation.

He saw that your eyes were once flooded with salty tears and that you were scared, and rightfully so.

Yes!

Please!

Help!

You weren’t this…this…this thing!

You weren’t a mounting stand!

Please…you…

However, like from death himself, you heard the technologically transferred voice once more.

It turned your blood into cold ice.

“It’s just a machine. Proceed.”

W-WHAT!?!?

NOOO!!!

You’re not a machine!

You’re a living creature!

You’re not just something meant to be mated with!

No!

However, like some sort of hypnosis, it worked on the drake. He just simply shook his head, believing that it was just his imagination as his inner draconic side took control, for he wanted to mate.

He made his last steps forward.

NO!!!

Bahamut no! P-Please…

Your voice somehow didn’t let anything out.

Why?

All you did was shake your head as he made his way towards your rear.

The only thing you could do besides that is fiddle with your leathery folds, which only beckoned him to continue towards you.

No…

Then, in one fell swoop, he hopped onto you. You felt the massive pressure of his mass above you, caging you in as his paws went snuggly into the circular platforms to your sides. His breast plates smoothed over your bare back.

No…

T-That was what…

No…

No.

No!

NO!!!

N-No…

You gasped.

It was happening.

You felt him.

You felt his rounded drakehood on the outer lips of your gleaming pussy, the head just at the peel of where your vulva was. You felt it grinding into your folds, the intense heat incinerating your outside.

No!

Nonononononono!

Please, Bahamut, no!

However, you felt…aroused?

What?

No!

You…

It shouldn’t feel good, what…

No! This was bad! This couldn’t be happening!

But it did.

The drake shifted his rear legs and slightly pulled them back.

And just like that, it was too late.

You felt the head of his cock grinding into your new hole, feeling the glue-like pre leaking into your entrance.

It was so unbelievably hot.

N-No!

However, your internal pleas were of no use.

He slipped in.

N-No!

NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

The head of his dick was guided into you, the pointed edge penetrating you with little effort.

You let out a tortured whine.

You began to tear up once again, your horror coming to fruition.

Now, the only thing left for your slit to do was to be filled by the dragon’s cock.

And that, it was.

He slid more of his shaft into you, the thrust effortless as you began to feel a searing burn in your dragoness-like cunt. It blew you up and spread your unexplored insides wide open as you felt his thickness feeding endlessly into your shining hole, unable to do anything about it except feel it become a part of you.

N-No…p-please…

You let out more pathetic whimpers.

While it was very discomforting to have your inner tunnel so spread wide open for the first time upon letting the penis in, it didn’t burn at all and no real pain amounted from it.

It was like you were built to take in the dragon from the very start.

N-No…

Then, you felt it.

He began rutting into you.

It started with a grinding pull from your already filled genitals, making you feel the afterimage of desert-like heat in your folds, involuntarily gripping onto him as he made his exit. However, he rectified this by doing a firm thrust into your gaping pussy, so utterly occupying your space once again.

No.

It wasn’t your space anymore.

N-No…

Your resistance was all but shattered as he began to fuck you, drilling into your mound as you were unable to stop him. The only movement from your position was the table moving back and forth like a teetertotter by a few millimeters, only to pull back the same amount.

He mounted and pounded you like a stud.

The drills became relentless as you shed more tears, lost and forgotten like who you were. That burning rod that was his fat cock drove into your vagina with reckless abandon, for he never cared about you or your feelings.

Your eyes wept just as much as your cunt wept juices that were discharged involuntarily around his rounded cylindrical cock. Were they even from you? It didn’t matter, for you were just what the drake saw you as.

A mounting stand.

You felt the inserting and removal of his drakehood, only to ruin you again by giving a firm thrust into you.

N-No…

Bahamut…no…

Your dignity was all but lost, for you were now a dragoness hole meant to be filled, to be bred, for you were meant to accept it and to be filled with his cum.

Afterall, you were what the deadpan director said to the drake what you were as opposed to acknowledging you.

You were just a mounting stand after all.

No, no!

Stop, no, you’re not a breeding stand, you’re a dragon, a person!

You have to maintain your identity! You’re a dragon! You’re a…

Another thrust.

You felt each and every vein and sinew of his staff, so hot and thick as he had his way with you, pumping his dick in and out like you were a submissive female.

T-This…w-was what dragonesses…felt?

Your eyes have all but dried up at this point, with nothing else to feel but the driving of the drakehood into you, plaps on your pert, boney ass, and, worst of all, your deepest nightmares coming true.

No, nightmares were better than this!

You should have just died…

At least then you wouldn’t have to feel the internal humiliation of being turned into…this!

It went on and on, the drake ravaging you through your hole meant for dragon cocks. You felt each sputtering of pre into your canal, so expanded as it was being filled to the brim with male flesh.

It was like an electrical outlet in the wall. He plugged into you like the hole you were, for that was your purpose now.

You were a sacrifice sent for execution on the hill.

A cow sent to be butchered.

A lamb sent to the slaughter.

You tried your best to resist at the start in your cry for help, only to be quickly rejected like some used scribble meant to be thrown away.

He didn’t see you as anything other than something meant to be fucked.

You internally cried, but nothing came out for you were too discouraged and emotionally ruined to do so, not that you could do anything about it anyways. You wanted to die, you prayed to be put down like a dying dog, but nope, you just kept on living like a hunk of dragon meat, primed for the taking by a fertile drake looking for a dragon to have fun with.

But then, there was a paradigm shift.

The more and more you felt the stuffing of the virile male’s drakehood, in your own sadness for your failure to be like him, a dragon with their own life, you felt little pangs of something.

At first, it was nearly unnoticeable, like a candle in a dark cave, but the more you felt of the green drake’s cock in your behind, you began to feel…

F-Feel…

Good?

No!

This shouldn’t feel good!

This should feel awful, abhorrent!

But it wasn’t like you got a choice in matter, for there was something else that you had no knowledge of, but was true regardless.

In the bundle of tubes below you, forever attached to the inside of your lower body, was one that was filled with something other than nutrients or water.

It was instead filled with pheromones.

It spread throughout your overly changed body, and slowly but surely became a part of you forever.

They were meant to make you subservient, to turn you into what they deemed you as.

A mount with a squishy dragoness hole and an anus to be ruptured.

It was slowly turning you into willing participant and was surely going to destroy your mind.

You began to feel it when this side of you began to admit that it felt pleasurable, and, like a war between armies, your consciousness silently fought to maintain control.

But only one side was going to persist.

No!

This wasn’t what you wanted!

N-No! You’re a dragon…you’re a dragon…

But your words did nothing, for the drake kept on ramming his member into your dragonesshood, clacking with your pelvis as he rolled his hips into your own.

But…

But…

It felt so…so…

Wait.

You then began to feel…something else.

It…

It was…something…foldable…

In you.

You felt his tip…push into something…

Something…malleable.

Little did you know that it was something akin to a cervix, except it was never meant to be opened by anything living, ever.

The kiss of the penis head against it sparked neurons across your body.

You couldn’t take it.

“OHHHH- OHHHHH~!!! ”

Your mouth let out a masculine moan.

No.

You couldn’t hold yourself.

Your defenses were dropping, and it showed.

Before, you just tried to close your flaps to keep him from coming in.

Now, you wanted him to stay in.

Before, your vent was just moist.

Now, you were sopping wet, constantly soaking his endowment with your arousal.

It only served to make your submission easier, as it allowed your suiter to more swiftly slam his dick into your sloppy hole.

Your juices came out profusely. They spilled onto the floor, but it was useless, like your attempt to believe that you were anything but a fucking stand.

He growled in dominance as he thrusted into you like you were a toy.

He had his way with you, breeding you like a dragoness.

You felt him leak out more of his penile slime as he wiped it along your inner walls.

It stimulated you to no end.

You began moaning, serving as ammunition for his assault into your cock hole.

His erection kept on being a forcing mass in your body and you began to feel your intense heat get much warmer, for your body began to want this.

No…

You...you’re not a…

Like a wall, your resolve collapsed. All previous thoughts of no longer being this…thing had all but disappeared.

“OHHHHH- UGHHHHHHH~!!! ”

It was another set of mating cries befitting of a living mounting stand, who was nothing more than a pale imitation of a once great creature and a sex you never even were before.

But then, you began to like it.

Really like it.

Look at you.

Look at yourself.

You were a nice and perfect mounting stand, meant to forever be mated until your bones broke.

And you began to like that possibility.

The pheromones have poisoned your mind permanently, becoming a slave to it.

But were you?

Were you becoming a slave?

Or was this what you wanted all along?

You were just a mounting stand after all…

You became wanting, became needy…

You felt every bit of his monstrous cock into your caves, and…

It began to mess you up for eternity.

You wanted to produce more fluids to coat his cock with to let him fuck you easier.

You wanted to squeeze as hard as you could, to feel him more.

You…

You even wanted to move so you could rock your hips into his and into his maleness.

But no, you couldn’t, for you’re just a rack meant to be filled.

Your throat began to get raw with how much ecstasy you began to voice, urging him to fuck you more thoroughly, for you wanted it, no, you needed it.

You needed that fat cock in you, and you needed him to fill you with his cum.

No…

You…

Your last stand was taken down so easily as you finally gave in, gave into the pleasure, your desires.

The pounds no longer felt like something you wanted to avoid, but something you wanted to savor as you clamped onto his dick with never-ending ferocity as the glowing red phallus cursed you with its charm.

No need to fight any longer.

Just give in.

You were just a mounting stand after all…

The being that was you was a perfectly willing sheath to a massive sword.

Then, you began to feel an intense warmth, a pull unlike anything you’ve ever felt.

You no longer had testicles, for it only meant one thing.

You were about to orgasm.

Your groin muscles tightened as the drake’s scarlet rod made you feel his heartbeat as it thrummed with need, just like you.

You were about to cum.

You poured more of your fluids. You wanted this.

You wanted to cum.

You want to cum so bad.

Your gaping pussy lips were constantly filled with meaty cock, throbbing endlessly to drive you over the edge.

Then…

Then…

You gave in.

Your battle was lost before it ever started.

You came.

You came hard.

You let out a screechy roar as you were destroyed forever.

It was too much, as your previous life slipped away into the aether, never to be seen again.

You clamped onto his penis as hard as you could, for you let yourself loose.

You orgasmed.

Oh…sweet…sweet release…

Sugary streams overflowed from your parted nethers as your mind shattered. His endowment was still wedged in your vaginal slit, and it felt like your attempt to compound him was fruitless.

Your bursts of your climax that made you roll your eyes into their sockets coated his penis in gallons of lubricant straight from your pleased snatch.

Then, all of a sudden, like a flaccid dick, you collapsed.

But there was the truth.

You couldn’t collapse except in energy and will, for you no longer had limbs to even do that.

Stars popped into supernovas and blew your mind to ashes.

You began breathing heavily as…

Oh…

Oh…

That…

That was…

A-Am…mazing…

But you still felt him.

He still acted as a battery ram in you, and now that your afterglow ended, you began to pant even more like the needy hole you were.

The tightness you wanted to feel around his pointed tower had lost its power, and you just let him pound you to submission, your voice all but lost as he began to utterly obliterate your pussy.

Your vagina just served to eat his dick and suck him back in. The sex was becoming too much for you.

And yet, this drake was a strong one, filled with great stamina, and likely filled with a large amount of semen in his testes.

Yes…

He began to feel pressure.

It was in his loins, where the sacs were, and he felt the end that was coming.

Your first time in this new form was coming to its conclusion.

Then, it began all of a sudden.

The weight above you shifted somewhat as he gave one hearty thrust, one after another into your insides, always suctioning on your inner cervix-like cover.

And it made you feel good.

One pound.

Then a ram.

And…

It happened.

The dragon mounting you unveiled his mighty wings, roaring to the tall ceiling in dominance.

It happened.

You began to flood with his cum, his dick spasming. He splattered his sperm into your inviting insides, penis ejaculating all that its worth.

He was virile. You felt him splatter his essence on your wall, dumping his cock milk from his seedy inner balls. The baby batter meant for impregnation was useless since you were permanently infertile, but your body was now turned into a great stove of goodness.

The thick and copious fluid made an example of you as something else began to occur.

Your folds involuntarily close around it tightly, even more tightly than you could manage on your own.

What?

Was something else…controlling you?

And something else.

Instead of his semen spilling out, it stayed in.

You began to inflate, not full of helium, but instead with splashing dragon cum.

You began to bloat, your long tunnel now expanding as your inner self from within your ass began get bigger. You felt pregnant with how heavy you were, and after eating a massive meal in your previous life with how big you were.

You felt it slishing and sloshing until it only fed into the great pool of whiteness within you, becoming a part of the ocean of swimming sperm, like rain.

And it broke you again.

You came again, albeit with much less fanfare and fluids, but your jolted mind couldn’t hold itself back.

It was just too much.

As he sputtered his seed in your ever-growing ocean of white, his member became a nozzle to fill you up like jelly into a donut.

Your belly had become heavy and your sides began to push out a little in a bulge, filling you to the brim.

It was a feeling you never had before, either because you lacked the memory to do so or you never did.

But that didn’t change the fact that it was the best thing you’ve ever felt. The way he busted his nuts for you was heartwarming, and the pushes of the white ejaculate into your inner chambers filled you with eternal delight.

You felt hot and heavy, heavy with dragon cum.

Perhaps you were made to take it all from the very start…

However, as much as you wanted it to last forever, he was a living being and was subject to limits.

His hefty testicles released all they could, rubbing his urethra raw.

He did his duty, he did his job, for he finally bred you.

You felt his ginormous weight crash onto your back as his tail and wings began to get limp. You felt the overwhelming amount of semen gunk up your insides, leaving his member completely overshadowed.

It began to soften to nothingness.

Despite the end, you wanted to feel that hardness in between folds again, but tomorrow was another day…

You wanted the earth dragon to slam you down to rut you more, but it didn’t happen, for the mass on your back subsided as he shakily got up on where his paws were meant to go, and you felt his presence leave you.

You sensed his cock leaving you.

The pull was surprisingly slow, as your vulva crunched around it despite you just orgasming twice.

Then, just like that, this magical experience you wanted to hold onto forever had come to its end…for now…

You felt the presence lodged in your snatch removed, leaving a little bit of a creampie, A little bit of his essence slipped out as your folds closed themselves like a bunker, his dick now floppy as it was covered white with himself and soggy with your fluids.

You barely noticed him as he slipped away from your presence, for that wasn’t what you cared about.

You were left with the remnants of your sexual high.

W-Wha…?

W-What…was…

That…felt…amazing!

So beautiful, so perfect!

He mated you like the perfect partner, reinforcing the fact that you were…

That you were…

A mounting stand…

However, something else began to shift.

While you laid there, content as you were fed come from your dragonesshood, the mechanism in front of you activated.

You saw it.

The black triangles arranged in the spiral within the metal ring were retracted, and up came…

It was a flexible, tentacle, like machine, the mechanical limb itself made of a translucent and hollow material.

On the end of it was a dark spider-like mechanism as the flexible tubing snaked around like a serpent in an urn attracted to flute music.

The closed legs of this arachnid faced you in the face as you were still taking big huffs from the mating.

You saw it tiredly as it faced your own draconic maw, then…

It opened.

Its legs sprung out, the metal limbs splayed at as you saw the bottom of it.

It was a blackened hole of flexible tissue.

W-Wha…?

W-What…

W-What was…?

You barely had any time to ask, for like a mountain lion on poor unsuspecting prey, is struck.

It darted in an instant to your face. You felt it force your maw open lick they were force-feeding you as a baby. The claws forced your jaws to open wide, your pupils widening at the sudden movement.

You couldn’t close your mouth anymore.

You gave a surprised gulp as the hole made its way in your mouth, what was supposed to be your esophagus.

You felt…

Oh…

O-Oh…

The thing that was considered your cervix then opened inside of you, the valve being reduced to open and release its supply of cum.

Your canal was no longer a canal, just as much as you no longer had a true rectum, for they were filled with stretchy and expandable material to sag with draconic seed. Both body parts ended in this blackened internal valve outside of your control, as they led to the same clear tubes within your insides that went instantly to your mouth.

This only reinforced what happened next.

The manufactured tendril began the vacuum. You felt sticky cum begin to be sucked from you, feeling every bit of its journey through your innards, for that was what they were meant to be.

Tubing for your collected semen.

You felt your tunnel deflate, becoming more and more cold, more and more empty.

N-No…

D-Don’t go…

You wanted to hold onto it, but could do nothing, for you were perceived as just an object of morbid and sexual infatuation.

Despite its wanting to cling to your insides, nothing could beat basic pressure, for it began to be sucked from what you wanted to be a womb.

Then, it came to your mouth.

You began hurling as your gag reflex was activated. You vomited the cum as it slipped into the tube, your eyes able to pick up every drop that was removed from you.

You belched it up as your tongue felt every bit of it.

The drake’s milk was so…salty, so…viscous…

The consistency was unlike anything you’ve ever had, not that you had anything to compare it to given that your memories ceased to exist right now.

It was so hot, so warm…

It was like buttercream to your tastebuds.

You could help but let out a little moan in between one of the folding into your throat making you puke it out.

Perhaps that was why you had such a changed tongue and set of teeth.

To feel every bit of those sex cells swimming in the stream poured from a drake’s internal jewels to your insides, until it was ready to be expelled from your closed off systems with unknown purpose.

Your tongue, so smooth, easily allowed you to spit it out and to have it burst with such great flavor that slammed into your mind like a baseball bat, and your teeth, so blunt, made the collection mechanism not super unlike your own easily suck it from your innards.

It was like you were swallowing in the opposite direction.

And, just like that, your insides were relieved of their purpose as they were emptied to a world beyond your understanding.

Without further ado, it unclasped from your jaws, leaving you breathing heavily from what you just felt.

Your insides no longer being natural muscles, but plastic tunnels with a person-created purpose.

But you didn’t need to care about that, did you?

You chamber where the gooeyness was being clogged up felt sad and vacant, with nothing to hold inside it.

And the tube?

Taking it from you?

What kind of thing would do that?

You wanted it to stay inside, to feel like a water balloon filled with draconic semen.

But…

As you felt the remnants of ejaculate dribble from the sides of your mouth, the tube and the closed spider claws no longer needed you, returned back whence it came and the shadow triangles closed it up again like a top.

You…

You began to ask…

W-Wha…

A small resistance against an empire began to form, but it was doomed to be crushed, so you used them to ask the question.

Why?

No anger or sadness at what was lost, but just…confusion.

You regained fluttering of your folds, but, just like that, it was over.

Nothing remained except excess fluids that stained the floor behind you and drops of male sexual fluids in front.

Only the deep musk of sex and your own experiences with the lifetime changes remained.

You looked down at yourself.

This.

This was what happened to you.

You became something that was simply to collect semen from a drake and have it removed from suctioned out of you.

You wanted to ponder more about your thoughts, but you became incredibly doozy.

Your first round within these new years ahead of you had taken its toll on you.

You suddenly became tired.

You tried to rest your head and neck on something to spend some hours alone to contemplate anything before your life of unhinged sex really began.

But no, even you couldn’t even do that.

There was nothing to lie on, so your neck was just hanging low as you attempted to sleep, only for the use of energy to keep you awake, for you would have to adapt to rest like this for the rest of your days.

Your new life and home.

This was…y-your…

Y-Your life? Your existence? Your fate? Your…destiny?

Or…lack thereof?

Yes.

It was your destiny, for it became your reality.

Your new purpose.

You were a living and breathing mount.

Forever and ever, for all of eternity.

The next time a dragon came in to fuck you, you felt the last shred of resistance of your previous self, but the fight was meaningless, for once you saw his pulsing cock, you instantly became wet.

It ended just like the first time, the drake coming inside you with his sticky globs of white upon nutting in you, and you a moaning mess.

You were ruined forever as your mind began to deteriorate.

No longer did you see these changes to your body as something terrible, as something to be feared, but instead, you saw them as gifts, gifts that you cherished.

Your previous life was wiped from your memories for good, for you didn’t need it anymore.

Why go back?

Why go back to a world of pain and suffering when you could be here and truly be happy?

And your legs and wings?

Now what would you do with them?

Move around with them?

No, you didn’t need dumb ol’ legs and wings, for you were content with where you were, where you could feel your vagina squelch and provide music to your ear holes as you were rutted into.

And where would you go?

What was the point?

You didn’t want to leave.

You wanted to get ravaged by a drake.

And a tail?

Why would you ever want such a terrible thing?

Why have something that’ll only get in the way?

Why hide what was true all along?

You had dragon pussy destined to be bloated and filled with hard, thick, long, fat drake cock to satisfy your needs.

You didn’t need a tail to hide what you wanted to show the world, what you wanted to show was true.

You also slowly lost the ability to speak.

Who needed a voice anyways?

One with a set of salivating outer lips didn’t need to speak.

No, you needed to moan and groan, to egg your stud on to pound into your waiting pussy even harder.

Besides, what’s wrong with hearing your amorous thoughts in your head?

And your vagina? Your canal?

Wow…

Just…wow…

This…was the greatest gift of all.

You had a snug little hole meant to be filled with red and pulsing flesh rods, pulling on it to milk dragons of their essence, to feel the satisfaction of them filling your tummy with their silky seed, for you were a cock sleeve.

Now, on one occasion, as you were having your soil being plowed once more, you imagined what it would be to be like them in this way, to have a think penis and a set of cum-filled testicles to empty into a hole. However, you purged the thought immediately, for you felt that nothing could compare to your tight and wet dragonesshood.

You felt the most pleasure there, to have your genitals designed to be stuffed with dragon dick, so why have anything else?

Well, that wasn’t it, as sometimes drakes who were homosexual had an interest in your other hole, your anus. Because it was one of the parts that remained of your old life, you winced in great pain as they pumped their plump shaft into your asshole, but it quickly subsided and was filled with carnality as they shredded your rectum. While the burn began with the sex into your tender back hole, it metamorphosized into mind-blowing pleasure, arguably just as much, if not more than in your dripping cunt.

It wasn’t like you needed the shitter anyways.

Even your emotions began to slip away.

Why have emotion?

Why?

What use would emotions have?

Silly!

A mounting stand didn’t need emotions!

You needed to get wet, to be fucked, and moan like a dragoness, like the tight ass you were!

Even your belief in Bahamut shriveled up into nothingness.

What?

Bahamut?

Who was that?

A god?

Who needed a god?

Didn’t you get it?

You’re immortal! You’ll live forever! Your needs are going to be forever fulfilled through the tubes that connected to you, and you didn’t need to care about what came in, for you didn’t need to urinate or defecate!

In a way, you were a god!

A god of pleasure, meant to serve participants in such a stellar ritual, while you were more than willing to satisfy their desires, for you wanted it too.

You wanted to be fucked relentlessly, to feel the electric pleasure in your nervous system repeatedly as your sensitive dragussy was penetrated for an endless amount of times.

And your name?

Pfffft…

You didn’t need a name, you needed to be mated with!

Mating stands didn’t have names!

No.

You didn’t even consider yourself a drake or even a dragoness with your parts, but instead, an it.

Yes.

You’re an it.

An item.

An object.

A mounting stand.

Nothing more, nothing less.

But you had the greatest purpose of all.

To have drakes mount you so they could release their cum in you, to have it go to realms beyond your comprehension through your mouth.

Gosh, these were the best times of your existence, for you would feel this over, and over, and over…and over ….and over …

You felt full and happy upon each load bubbling in your abdomen after they gave in to their biological limits upon creaming in your pussy, savoring the taste as it was removed from you, Even though you felt cold and empty afterwards, almost as if your valves to your holes didn’t shut, it made you want to experience it again, to feel that great heat coursing through your veins.

That was what made you happy most.

Your true purpose as a plaything, a fucktoy to collect semen from within your dick holes creviced inside of you.

Oh?

Another?

Yes…

Yes!

After feeling the speaker-carried voice in your ear holes, you heard the door open, and your side view caught them.

He was a deep blue drake, one with fins on the sides of his face for fins, likely denoting him as one of the sea, and boy, was he a hunky drake!

He had muscles that felt like they were bursting at the seams, and his stature really showcased his strength and experience in acts of power.

It looked like he was going to be rough with you.

You gasped upon seeing him.

If you had a tail, you’d be wagging it like a dog.

You involuntarily squeezed and fluttered the folds to your vagina as if there was something there, except there wasn’t.

You saw his hanging cock weaving and bouncing with excitement underneath him.

You wanted to feel something, anything within your genital slit.

And as such, you became wet then and there.

You faced forwards with a smile, awaiting them to mount you like a ravenous beast.

You internally awaited their presence, both on and in you.

Please. ‘m ready. Please, please, please!

Please! Fuck me, fuck me! Please!

You felt the weight behind you shift through the floorboards, as he got up on his rear legs.

You felt his chest plates on your back and felt his mass pushing you down to the table.

Oh! Yes, yes, yes! Come on! Fuck me! Please!

You were so needy, needy like a dragoness in heat, so utterly willing to have a gigantic cock shoved up your ass.

It was something to satiate your needs, and you gave up a flux of your fluids in response to him holding you down.

It wasn’t like you could move anyways.

Then, you felt it.

That familiar presence of one another.

His tool of the sex.

You felt the shaft tease your flaps as they slightly gripped them, the volcano of a penis being slid across your folds, slick and oily with your wetness.

Yes, yes!

Oh yes! Please!

Do it! Fuck me! Fuck me like an animal! Yes!

You felt his rear legs shift, his arms on your sides as his paws were on the rounded platforms in front of you.

His dickhead was prodding into your entranceway, your tunnel into sweet bliss.

It was giving a supple kiss to your sweaty folds.

Fuck! Yes, yes, yes!

Yes! Please!

Then, without further ado, he penetrated you, and you felt that burning and intense burning of pleasure in your spine from your heat.

Yes, YES!!! YEEEEEEES!!!

You out a squeaky moan, so submissive and breedable you were.

Yes! Fuck me! I’m a rack! Fuck me, fuck me!

He thrusted his spike into you, the appendage being felt the whole time.

You sensed the entire length, the spongy erectile tissue pumping with blood for your amusement.

He began to slide out.

Yes…

Then, he rammed it back in, right into your valve.

YEEEEEEEEEES!!!

Your insides blew up with each firm slide into you, becoming a wet and moaning glob of synthetic flesh, letting out draconic cries to encourage him do it faster and harder.

You felt so energetic and enthusiastic to accept his cock, to treasure each folding in of your sopping pussy, so sloppy in its production of nectar as it was grinded by it, only to be forced into you again. The liquids glossed his dick to a perfect shine as you made it primed and ready to fuck you senselessly like all the others.

It was exhilarating as your body felt shockwaves throughout this bout of hot and steamy dragon sex.

He mated you, and he did it hard as he pulled nothing back, the whole kit and kaboodle as he ruined you and your gapping cunt, the dragonesshood always waiting for this every day, every hour , every minute.

YEEEEEES!

“OHHHHHH- UHHHHHH~!!! ”

Oh fuck!

Fuck yes!

Fuck!

Yes!

Let yourself be a rack!

You wanted to be a rack!

You needed to be a rack!

You were a rack!

Something to be fucked!

Fuck me! DO IT!!!

You were a babbling mess of artificial design, one with pieces you weren’t meant to have.

Oh, but you were.

You were meant to have these gifts.

You wanted to be mated relentlessly until the end of time, for all of eternity!

You were just a mounting stand after all!

Don’t be shy about it! Indulge in your lust, your wildest fantasies!

Come join in the adultery, in the debauchery!

You wanted it! You needed it!

You let out a hearty draconic howl as you felt him plunge into your poor pussy again and again, the fake grey flesh overly sensitive as the key to your sacred door was thrusted into the keyhole.

He fucked you.

He fucked you hard.

The slamming of his genital slit against the curve of your pelvis and that tube of his in your container of heartburn destroyed your mind.

You began panting like you were overexerted upon escaping from a marathon, and you drooled like seeing a juicy hunk of meat.

But you didn’t need meat, for you were the meat.

You instead salivated upon letting your oral fluids go from your jaws, breathing so much until your throat was made raw.

You felt every bit of his thickness into your crotch, folding like a crease upon each set of mating movements to degrade you once again into a dragoness, begging to be bred to the utmost extent.

Yes!

Breed me! Fuck me!

Your cock! I need it! Give it to me!

You were so horny and needy, so fucking needy.

As expected, it was relentless, just like the way you wanted it, for each crash into your internal valve that closed off the way to your throat caused you to see stars.

These were your stars…

And…

What’s this?

This…pressure building up from your groin? From within your dragonesshood, your pussy?

You were about to orgasm again.

Yes, yes!

“Ohhhh-uh…~!”

Yes, please!

I need to cum!

Oh, please, pleeeeeeeeaaaaaase! Make me cum, make me cum, let me cum!

Your incinerated caverns of magma-heated desire overflowed from you, your body wanting release.

You felt the tightness just above your vaginal folds, burning with the need to relieve yourself on him, to cum and see heaven.

You felt each and every inch of his gigantic cock, always so wanted to make you submissive to a higher power.

Racks meant for breeding never needed such power, for they were a soaking holes for a dick to pierce into.

You didn’t need anything else beside that fat and slippery drake meat into your tunnel into a sunny field of beauty.

You wanted to cum.

And, in a way, it did.

You couldn’t take it anymore, for your limit, despite how much you’ve trained yourself from these sessions, almost seeing it as some sort of game, was at its breaking point.

Like a pencil into a sharpener, like the Sun and Moon, you two were in separable, for nothing else in the world mattered.

Nothing mattered besides sweet orgasm, besides the ultimate goal of being fucked silly.

The grunts above you only seemed to encourage your dams to crack, to shower him in your sticky goodness to let him properly destroy you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

I wanna cum! Please, please, please, let me cum!

And then, it happened.

Your tightening finally reached its apex, for you couldn’t hold it in any longer.

You let out a squawk of great pleasure as your barriers crashed.

Your slick flowed like a river and soaked into his cock.

And you were eternally happy.

Oh, yes, yes, yes!

Yes, YES!!!

You became as leaky as a broken faucet with how much you gave up. Your hot and sweet honey plopped onto the floor with how much you excreted while tightening on him in the heat of the moment.

However, it turned out that he was nearly at his breaking point too.

He was about to bust.

After orgasming on his deep arrow notched from a bow, you began to breath heavily and bend your head down like a goose, his slams into your plush and abused folds never ceasing, for his draconic nature gave him great strength and stamina.

You held onto the aftershocks, but there was something even better to come.

You began your pants once again, energy lost, but slightly recovered.

While you were still stuck in a state of delirium, your need to see him run to the finish line tore into your remains of your brain.

He was at the home stretch now, constantly inside you and impacting the last pieces of your pelvis.

You silently begged him.

Please! Cum in me, cum in me!

You wanted it.

You wanted to be overflowing with his cum, for that was the great kicker in the end, the thing that made you the happiest.

Perfection was about to come.

He was at the home stretch, his orbs tightening like some skeleton had them in its hands, waiting to squeeze the sexual fluids out of them like stress balls, clenching his teeth to hold on a bit longer, for the rack he was mating gave him such contentment to be so nice and comforting to his hungry mind.

However, he never had a choice in the matter, for his instincts acted on their own.

He got up on his rear legs and removed the weight of his front half on the mount, and opened the great wings of his in power.

It was instinctual, but for the mount in question, it was the sign that it was about to happen.

He was about to cum.

Yes, YES!!!

The roar.

YEEEEEEES!!!

He came, and as expected, it was powerful.

It was a garden hose of thick goodness, for it came in bursts, the milky white liquid gumming up your insides as it made a home in you, at least for a little bit, spreading into you as he gave you his cummies.

You let out a gasp and an exhale as he finally did the deed in you, with nothing left to do other than feel him filling you up, the material inside of you expanding you as he sprayed into your tunnel.

You widened and got fatter like a water balloon, this one’s load quite big compared to the others.

And you loved every second of it.

The creaminess made you let out a sigh of pleasue at feeling your creation.

You did this.

You made him cum.

And you filled yourself with the boiling sperm bank nesting in your insides.

Your vagina swallowed it and drank it greedily, taking all of it with no problem, a good service as a mounting stand.

You felt like you were going to burst.

However, you felt the jets come in less and less frequently and with a lower force.

His tank was about empty.

And, just like that, he was finished with you, for he never saw you as anything other than a rack.

He collapsed on your back as his urethra gave up some dry strings that just rumbled into the swamp of sexual pleasure in your passage.

The weight was disappointing, for it meant it would end, but it would happen again.

He got off of you as you began breathing with intensity, face red as the sex was done.

He depressed, yet still long cock from your nethers, his own semen still dripping before your vagina instantly shut to keep it in.

Good. You wanted it in.

He slipped from you like the others, uncaring about the mess they made with you, but that was okay. You just wanted to see another as soon as possible.

Like all the times before, the snake of a tendril sprouted form the ground and aimed to suck the semen from you.

As such, you willingly complied.

You opened your jaws gladly, wanting the clawed opening to attach to your throat.

Like a dart to a dart board, it found its mark.

It clamped onto your neck, and without anything left to impede it, the internal vacuuming system began once again.

Your eyes became half-lidded as you gave up your contents with vigor and enthusiasm, still high on your deep desires to never stop the mating cycle and the afterglow.

You felt it be emptied from you, leaving you more and more vacant by the second. You saw the whiteness slurped up from you like a straw, the clear tubing forcing you to see every bit of it as you tasted the sweet milk on your tongue.

Ohhhh…

It tasted so…so good…

You let out a moan while it was lodged in your open cave.

You felt it escape from your grasp, like all the drakes that came to fuck you.

But that was the past, you had to embrace the new!

Afterall, wasn’t that how you got here, so glad you got turned into this?

Such a precious gift…

However, like a sparkler, it never lasted long.

After a minute or two, it was purged from your system to a universe beyond you.

You didn’t care.

You were just glad that it happened.

Your insides felt so vacant and sad, deflated like a beach ball meant for fun.

It was suction cupped off of you, leading to your mouth wide open. However, you let out a massive exhale upon it removing itself from you, the sharpness on the edges of your maw relieved.

Like a serpent to its den in the dirt, it began to slither way, collapsing into the hole before shutting on its own.

You were left with huffs after the great experience.

And…

You began to smile and blush a deep crimson.

Another job well-executed, and you were primely satisfied for it.

Now, you awaited the next drake to come in and treat you like a rack again, for it was always something you liked more than anything else.

Sure, it was over, but it was going to happen again, and, like a child to Christmas Day, your anticipation was deafening.

You would choose to do this forever and ever, until the end of time until you became no more, for you loved it.

And you know what?

You enjoyed every bit of it.

You wanted every bit of it.

You wanted to see it as a rack.

You wanted to see the drakes fuck it.

You wanted to see a dragon lose their identity as it became nothing more than a sex toy.

You wanted to see a drake suffer, only to be reduced to nothing more than a fleshlight.

You wanted to see the dragon become something horses fuck in the name of science.

Was this what you wanted to see?

Was this what you chose to do?

This…this was what you did in your spare time?

To see a dragon get fucked endlessly for eternity, like it was burning in hell?

You read this?

Well, good job, because now you knew its fate.

It was once a proud and happy dragon with a lively existence, so happy and free with its life until it was taken away from him, only to be replaced with artificial pieces, not longer whole, no longer what it should be.

Not a living creature with a heartbeat, not one of mythological goodness, but instead a filthy, desecrated, forbidden object.

And you dirtied your sheets for that!?

HOW COULD YOU!?!?

How could a dragon suffer so much!?

Was this what you wanted!?

WAS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED!?!?

They were meant to live and breathe, not be…this!

It could’ve had a life, a dragon to settle with, maybe have some hatchlings, laughed and talked with his fellow dragons and some human friends, or perhaps fall in love with one of them instead.

But no.

That would never happen.

Never.

Never!

NEVER!!!

You want to know why?

Because it would never breathe again outside of these walls.

It would never feel the sweet pain of living.

It would never laugh, talk, or cry.

It would never have family, to perhaps have precious children with.

It would never fly through the skies on great wings, something they were meant to do, and maybe carry passengers along for the ride.

It would never see the world outside of this…dirty…cum-filled hellhole!

It would never be a person! Ever! Again!

Don’t you get it?

Don’t you see this?

Do you see this?

Do you see this?

It wouldn’t even know what it lost, for it was now the equivalent of an undead beast hanging at a meat factory, a stuffed animal head meant for decoration on a wall, forever staring at something with glassy eyes, permanently detached from family, life, and reality.

It wasn’t even alive anymore.

How could it?

Dying a peaceful death is better than living forever with your sins!

It once held all of these beauties that are characteristic of a dragon, one meant to glide in the open air and be happy, to please the mind in a world of uncertainty.

Dragons were meant to be beautiful creatures and fill people with hope…

But no. It wasn’t any of those precious things. Not anymore.

For it would never feel how to truly live ever again.