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When Jacob woke up, he felt awful. Nothing made sense for a few moments and the only things he registered was that everything hurt. His back hurt, his neck and his head, most of all. The second thing he registered was that it was awfully cold. The human moved to sit up and when he did, the cold metal touched his exposed skin and made him shiver. Jacob realized he was wearing nothing but the small undershirt he usually wore underneath his work clothes and his own boxer briefs that clung to his skin, yet he wasn't in his apartment. He definitely wasn't. A small sense of urgency lit up inside his head, starting to grow exponentially as the human looked around. He could see it well enough, even if his glasses were missing.

He found himself in some strange sort of… cage? It was round, yet large, with the floor made of metal and the ceiling made as well, but all around him was just glass. It was a slightly darkened type of glass, shining clean, which was why he only noticed it was glass when he saw his own reflection, a little blurry but clear in it. On the other side of the glass there was mostly darkness, except for a single light lit up to his right, but it revealed little aside from some sort of basement made mostly of the same metal he was sitting on.

Jacob move to stand up, his heart starting to race in his chest. Where was he? How had he even gotten there? Why was he there? Though his cage was round in essence, a small part of it was cut off by metal bars, and it was behind these metal bars that he could see a small door that seemed pretty regular. The cage was completely empty save from what appeared to be a dog bowl on the ground, though it was out of his reach, behind the the bars. Perhaps a kennel of some sort? That hardly mattered in his list of priorities to worry about. Jacob got closer to the glass to feel it. It felt thick, massive, and he was smart enough to know it wasn't going to break with a kick or anything of the sort. The main problem, however, was that when Jacob got closer his reflection got clearer and for the first time he noticed a piece of bandage around his head, right over his ears. He had no idea where that had come from, but when he tapped around with his hand, he felt a light throb of pain right over his right ear. Had he been hurt somewhere?

"Hello?" Jacob tried shouting, but he could tell the sound didn't propagate well through the glass. He tried hitting it a few times, signaling for help. "Hello?! Anybody out there?!"

It was helpless. Jacob leaned against the glass and tried to think. What had happened? How did he end up inside some glass prison in some dark basement? The last thing he remembered was… it was a normal thursday, he was at work, on his desk, filling up paperwork. Jacob worked as a civil servant in one of the main human embassies spread across the galaxy, a position he achieved with plenty of hard work and was pretty proud of. They took care of a great deal of political deals across all of Station 47. Jacob remembered he took some irregular forms to a client, and then his eyes went wide.

He remembered it. He took the forms back and found a bunch more being printed. He tracked it down to one of the judge's office and then he overheard it. A political ploy. It wasn't hard to put the pieces together, giving all his knowledge on the matter, but Jacob remembered gasping at the door when he heard it. He remembered dropping the forms he was holding, he remembered hurrying away. He was going to tell on them, clear things up, but that's where his memories stopped. Try as he might, he couldn't remember what happened afterwards, but he knew he hadn't gotten to the superior's office.

Jacob felt a small sense of duty, it was important that they knew what the judge was doing. Of course it had to be an anthro, a big, bulky tiger in a suit, to do something like that. They were always trying to put humans back down on the power scale. How much time must have passed? Was it too late to tell them? At least they could blame the guy and he could get arrested, if anything else. That was important, but figuring out where he was and how to get out was the main priority.

It still took quite some time of helpless attempts to find a way out before Jacob finally heard something. It came muffled by the glass, but he heard what seemed like a door opening, then another, and finally he could see one opening under the small light outside the glass. The figure flicked a switch and more lights came on all around Jacob's 'cage' and he could see the place was indeed some sort of basement, though it looked more like some maintenance room. Cables, pipes, all sorts of things ran all around the cage and everything seemed old and rusty, as if the place didn't see much care. The human took in all of those details, but he focused mainly on the approaching figure.

It didn't take long for him to notice he was taller than a human. The long snout and scaly skin gave it away. An anthro dragon. Jacob got closer to the glass towards the man, but his reflection on it got a on the way of seeing towards the outside, at least slightly. Through his own image, his clean, white skin and brown, short hair, Jacob could also see the dragon's black scales and, for some reason, smirking smile. A sense of dread washed over Jacob and he found himself taking a few steps back again, even as the dragon stopped right by the glass.

"Who are you? What is this place?!" Jacob was the first to ask. The small twitch signaled that the dragon could indeed hear him when he was being loud, despite the thick glass. The human followed the strange dragon's eyes down and suddenly became aware of his lack of decency, making the human's hands go down to cover up the small bulge of his softness that could be seen through the thin fabric of his underwear, as well as blushing lightly. The dragon seemed calm. He was fully clothed, unlike Jacob, but wearing a regular, large t-shirt to accommodate his large body and cheap looking jeans. Slowly, the large figure brought his wrist up close to his snout.

"All of your questions will be answered in their due time," the dragon said. He spoke towards what Jacob knew was a multi-function holo-watch and his voice got broadcasted to small speakers Jacob hadn't even noticed were there, high up on the cage's ceiling. It wasn't very loud, but it was much clearer than the muffled sound he heard from the actual dragon through the glass. "I'll make it simple for you," the dragon continued, "you know too much, so now you've been sent here, where you can't use your dirty human privileges to get in the way of anyone."

Jacob's sense of urgency flared up. So it was judge Marthens who had sent him there, somehow! The human frowned heavily. He was going to make the tiger pay. He would go to prison for it. The dragon saw the human's expression and just chuckled. The laughter ran through the cage's speakers. From his pocket, the dragon took a small card that Jacob quickly recognized as his ID card from work.

"Jacob Caldwell," the dragon read. "Haven't I heard this name before? Well, it hardly matters now." The dragon made a show of tearing it in small pieces and throwing them away, back towards a dirty corner. Jacob got closer to the glass and slammed it.

"Hey! I need that! I demand you let me out of here this instant! This is kidnapping!" Jacob used all the power he had to threaten the dragon, tell him the police would come for him, tell him he would be found, but through all of it, the dragon just kept laughing it off.

"You know what, little human? You're right. The police might trace you here, somehow, and they might come looking for a human, but you know what? They just won't find one. Like they didn't find all the other meddling humans that were foolish enough to get over their heads in other species' affairs."

Jacob took a few seconds to try and figure out what the dragon meant by that. The dragon saw his confusion and took upon himself to explain with a large grin over his face.

"You see, we've already taken care of everything. The drug is in your system, just waiting for me to release it." The big dragon said that with a finger hovering over a button on his watch. "There's a small chip inserted right over that pretty brain of yours, too. It'll make sure you survive and stay intact through the whole process, as well as… other surprises."

The dragon's grin was wider than ever. Jacob brought his hand up and tore the bandage around his head with urgency. He could see a small, closed cut right over his ear in his reflection and his eyes went wide. He couldn't be serious.

"What are you talking about?! What's in my system?!" The human asked with extreme urgency, but all of his fear and apprehension only seemed to humor the dragon further.

"You'll see," the dragon said, and he pressed the button.

Nothing happened for several moments, but then Jacob started feeling what could only be described as tingling. It spread all over, starting at his back and then slowly going through his whole body. The human found himself trembling, his heart racing, looking at his own hands and flexing his tingling fingers, but as he kept flexing them, he slowly felt it harder and harder to do so. His hands grew stiff, his whole body started doing the same, with Jacob's straight back slightly curved. A tingle of pain came from his face, which made him bring his stiff hands up to feel it and, strangely enough, his nose felt… longer? He was having a hard time trying to piece together just what the hell was going on. Jacob looked at the dragon and he was still grinning.

"What's going on?!" Jacob asked with high urgency, and he found his voice rougher than usual. Strangely enough, the small shirt he was wearing started to feel tighter, much tighter around his chest, as if it was getting smaller. Jacob's hands went down to feel it only to find it clutching tight to his chest. It was getting smaller! Or… was he getting bigger? "What did you do to me?! Stop it! Stop i..i-argh!"

The small shots of pain spread around. It was just small surges, but he felt it everywhere, on his knees, on his arms, on his neck. Jacob let himself fall down to his knees, closing his eyes for a few moments to cope with everything, and while he did, he heard the sound of ripping cloth coming from his shirt before he felt the air over his chest. Jacob wanted to feel it with his hands, but his arm felt stiffer, harder to move. He fell forward again, on all fours, breathing heavily and when he opened his eyes again, he didn't see his hands on the floor in front of him. He saw… paws? A set of canine-looking paws where his hands should be, and he didn't understand it. Jacob couldn't feel his fingers, at least not in the way he usually did, but he could still move them and when he tried it, the paw moved its claws.

Jacob gasped, but following that, his boxer briefs suffered the same fate of his shirt, ripping apart and leaving him naked. That brought a small sense of urgency to the human, his life-taught reflexes of covering himself flaring up, but when he did try to move his 'hands' down to do it, he just fell face first on the floor, having no balance. Jacob tried to speak again, tried to plead towards the dragon, but this time when he did, he couldn't form the words. His tongue felt weird inside his mouth, his legs were feeling strange now, tingling, shifting, his chest, his back, everything was changing, he knew. Jacob tried to shout again, but everything he managed was to let out a weird sound in-between a whimper and a growl, leaning more towards the former.

He tried to get back up on all fours, at least, but he couldn't find his knees, couldn't feel his feet quite right, so he failed to balance himself in his attempts. Finally, Jacob could see his nose surging forward alongside his mouth, right before his eyes, into a short sort of muzzle-like thing. He could feel his teeth changing and he could see them growing, larger and pointed, long enough to pop out of his muzzle, but he could feel his eyes changing as well. He had to blink, but his vision.. changed. The colors got a little blurred, the perspective changed. Jacob could see his skin changing from the usual light pink of a human to a sort of brown-ish, the texture feeling smooth, yet more… dolphin-like, was the only way he could describe it. It was around his muzzle, around the paws he now realized were his. The tingling slowly started to cease and Jacob was still sprawled over the floor, panting hard. It took a while for all of it to stop, but even when it did, it all just felt so… weird. So extremely weird.

"Everything went perfectly well, I see! You look better than ever, little human," the dragon commented, attracting Jacob's attention. He made another effort to stand up and found out that he couldn't go beyond all fours, that he couldn't find his knees, but that his legs had the right size and shape for it. It took a few attempts for him to find his balance, especially since Jacob realized he could feel and control a short sort of tail that was needed to help with it, but he succeeded in at least standing up, or what was the closest to it he could manage. In the reflective glass that surrounded him, Jacob could see himself, and another whimper-like sound came out.

He recognized the creature he was seeing. A varren, a feral, dangerous, alien dog-like creature. From his short muzzle, several rows of sharp teeth came out just underneath his big, wide red eyes. His smooth skin was light brown, but his whole body was shaped like that of a canine, but with a broader, bulkier chest. There were tiny-looking spikes coming from the arch of his back and, as he lifted his own paw, he could see the pointy yet short claws coming from it. Jacob had a hard time believing that was him reflected on the glass, but it was. It was. The human tried to speak again, but it seemed like his throat was no longer meant for it, for he couldn't get more than growling and whimpering out. He tried to walk towards the dragon, but he lost his balance and fell down again with a grunt.

"Don't worry, you'll get the hang of it. You have your whole life to do it. I'll let you get acquainted with the true nature of your new… accommodations before I start training you." The damned dragon was still grinning through all of it and, saying that, he tinkered with a few more buttons on his holo-watch and suddenly, Jacob's whole world shook. The glass cage wasn't just a cage, apparently, but also some sort of platform. Slowly, it started rising up, leaving the waving dragon behind and, above it, some sort of hatch started to open. The light of the sun came through, blinding Jacob while the platform kept on rising until it reached the surface, where the early morning light flooded Jacob's little cage and he had his first grasp of his surroundings.

He recognized the place right away. His cage seemed to be on top of a small hill, but all around him, farther away, he could see other cages with thick glass containing other strange animals. Small signs with their names were in bright-colored letters above each cage, describing the animals and giving information about them. He was in some sort of zoo. He could see the sun up in a blue sky, so he couldn't be too far from Earth, or maybe even in it, but he'd never been there before. Very worried, Jacob starting making an effort to stand up again and learn how to walk in four legs, but he kept failing. He had to get out. He had to do something and undo this freakish transformation the dragon had inflicted upon him.

"We will be opening in a few hours, doggie. Can I call you doggie? I feel it's appropriate now, given your new form. Anyways, I hope you're ready to entertain." It was the dragon's voice, coming from the speakers above in his cage. Jacob cursed inside his mind. He had to get out, no matter what.

The first hours were all about Jacob trying to get used to his new form. It took some time for him to learn the basics. Standing up, sitting, lying down and, most of all, walking. Walking on four legs was very different, but his brain didn't take too long to adjust to it, no matter how humiliating it was for him to walk around like a dog. It allowed Jacob some freedom, though, enough to claw at the smooth glass looking for a way out, even if he couldn't leave a single scratch in it, and also use the reflection to take a better look at himself. His skin was very smooth indeed and he looked like a perfect varren, at least regarding the few ones he had seen before in his life. No attempts of speaking ever made a recognizable sound, no matter how hard he tried to himself. Jacob was still painfully aware that he was naked, too, which felt extremely weird and exposing for the human.

The tattered rags of his clothes were on the floor, impossible to use or recognize, and he had nothing to cover himself up with. Not that he had much to cover. Jacob went as far as to lift his legs and he couldn't see anything… down there. It worried him greatly. He didn't feel different in that regard, but all there was there was a small slit. He didn't know a thing about varren anatomy, but that didn't really matter. At least, that's what he told himself. He didn't plan on staying a varren for long anyways, no. He had to find a way out and had to find a way to turn back. He had to. Finally, after the sun was a little higher up in the sky, the dragon's voice came through the speakers again.

"We're just opening. I'll be watching you closely, little doggie. You better behave, or else..." That was followed with a small laugh that the dragon didn't bother to close the microphone to let out. Jacob pondered over the words. Opening? Behave? And what else could the dragon possibly threaten him with? Getting turned into a wild alien animal was just about the worst possible thing Jacob could imagine.

He understood what the dragon meant by 'opening' soon enough. Down in the distance he saw three anthros approaching. Foxes. A mother and two children, by the looks of how the two small foxes ran around through the display with the mother chasing after them. Jacob got anxious. It was a chance to ask for help!

"Look, mommy! A huge dog!" One of the small foxes pointed at Jacob, which had his sibling running with him towards Jacob's display. The human turned into varren jumped against the glass, paws against it. He wanted to shout for help, wanted to tell them to call the police with urgency, but try as he might, all that came from his primitive throat was a bunch of growling and barking noises.

It had the opposite effect of what he hoped for. The small foxes ran away screaming back to their mother, though they were still having fun. The glass was so thick that Jacob could barely hear them, but he could.

"Be careful, pups, these things are violent," the mother warned. The pups kept looking at him with interest but no matter how much Jacob clawed at the glass and did his best to speak, they just moved on to the next display, not coming even close to realizing his true situation.

As the zoo got more and more crowded, the very same thing repeated itself at least a dozen times before Jacob, extremely frustrated, decided he needed a better strategy. He couldn't talk, so when he clawed at the glass, tried to make gestures or stared at both people and anthros they just found it funny and cute.

It bothered Jacob to no end to be on display like that. Everyone kept looking at him. The circular glass display meant that there was always someone passing by somewhere and, even if his anatomy had changed drastically, he still wasn't used to being naked, not to mention how humiliating his form was for him. It only frustrated the former human more and more, fueling his desire to find a way out.

Jacob decided he had to resort to writing if he wanted a chance to be understood. If the ground had been earth, he could write in the dirt, but the smooth metal of the floor didn't leave that choice open. When a teenager-looking tiger showed interest in him and stood close to the display, looking, he approached him. Jacob tried to keep his cool to avoid staring the tiger away, who looked interested.

The varren prompted himself up on the glass and tried to use his warm breath against the glass to write. The tiger seemed very fascinated by it, but with little control over his clawed paws, Jacob found it very hard to write. The tip was so thin it was barely visible and he only managed to write half of a trembled "H" for "HELP" before it started fading. It it was colder outside, maybe it would stick, but hot as it was, there was little chance. Jacob tried again and again, with the tiger barely paying any attention to what he was trying to do and instead just taking pictures of him because he was so close and then he walked away before Jacob could even finish a proper "H".

He growled in frustration. It felt a little natural to do so. He attempted the glass writing strategy once more, but then he heard the speakers again.

"Bad dog. What a bad little doggie, still trying to act like an human." Jacob had hope someone would have heard that from the outside, but from the looks of it it wasn't loud enough for them to hear it. "It's time for your punishment for not behaving. Don't say I didn't warn you."

That was all the damned dragon said before he turned it off. Jacob was confused about what he meant. He thought the dragon might come to the cage and whip him or something, but right in front of all these people? He scanned the small crowd, trying to find the black scales of his warden, but there was nothing. That's when he felt it.

It started as a small tingle. It clearly came from the side of his head, right where he had had those bandages when he was still human. It didn't hurt, but it was… strange. It seemed to propagate through his new body, but Jacob felt slightly worried when it seemed to focus right between his legs. He felt hot, or at least something similar to it, and he found himself twitching. He could recognize what he was feeling, and it was coming off strong, but he had never gone through it neither in this body or without reason like this. It was arousal. Sheer, pure, strong arousal.

Jacob had to sit on his haunches to look down at himself. The small slit he had seen before was indeed his genitals and now it was parting to let a red, canine-like, tapered member come out. Jacob found himself panting softly, much like a dog would, because of how overwhelming the arousal felt. He put a paw over his growing member in what was a lingering human reflect, but it just felt awkward and his clawed paw couldn't even grasp his length as it kept growing. The arousal was taking him over, making him pant louder, making his mind get clouded with confusing thoughts of sex related to humans as his member reached full hardness and the sensations didn't relent. Jacob felt a strange urge to move his hips, an instinctual, primitive need at back of his mind that kept growing, making a soft growl come from his feral throat, his mind starting to think about fucking something that was more like…

"Holy shit! Look at the beast, it's got a huge hard-on!"

The words brought Jacob back to reality. He lifted his head to see three teenagers, a hyena and two other canines he couldn't quite identify, laughing and pointing straight at him or, more accurately, to the prominent cock standing hard and firm between his legs. Jacob got up immediately and got his legs closer together awkwardly, but his canine shape didn't allow him to hide his hard member at all like that. His paw came down to it, but all he accomplished to do with that was to clumsily stumble and fall muzzle first on the ground, bringing even more laughter from the teenagers. Worse yet, their enthusiastic mockery brought the attention of of an human adult and a few more pups to come and look at his display.

They were all around him on the glass and, even as Jacob stood up again, there was nothing he could do. He had never felt so embarrassed in his life, though he was certain that his feral form couldn't display that with anything other than the few short whines he found himself letting out, but that they couldn't hear anyways. Jacob paced back and forward, trying to find a place to hide, but his prison provided no shelter of any sort. Worse yet, despite his deep humiliation, his arousal kept pulsing. His cock felt so hard and the need to take care of it was still there, but the incredible shame of the situation was overpowering it, at least for now.

Jacob looked up to see the teenagers snapping pictures of him and his dark red, hard cock jutting between his legs with their phones while still laughing and that made him dart up to the other side of the glass. The pups, however, were happy to run to the side he went to and even in their innocence they were following the teenagers laughter regarding his behavior. Jacob had time to see their parent or caretaker come running for them and, after his eyes met the older cheetah's eyes, he saw them going straight down to his hanging cock, then going wide.

"Oh my god! Come on pups, get away from that beast! It's very inappropriate!" Jacob got away from them as well, thoroughly embarrassed and ashamed. The pups responded with a bunch of "awww"s, but they followed the caretaker away from him. It served as no solace for Jacob however, because more and more people kept approaching the display now that ruckus had been done, all of them coming with giggles and comments and every pair of eyes set straight at his dangling cock.

So this was the punishment the dragon was talking about, Jacob realized. He regretted it. He hated it! There was absolutely no way for him to apologize or do anything to make it stop, however, and it felt so unfair! The chip kept emanating that heat, his cock felt so hard and aroused that sometimes it dripped down small drops of precum on the smooth metal floor and in his current form, Jacob couldn't hide it in any way.

Hours passed.

The chip didn't stop. Whatever the dragon had turned on, he was not merciful enough to turn off again, leaving Jacob growing more and more frustrated, desperate and incredibly humiliated by his own arousal. His display got a lot more popular. He could hear everyone talking, mocking, laughing of the 'horny varren' and there was nothing he could do about it.

He never quite got past the deep humiliation of having everyone pointing at, staring and taking pictures of his cock, but after a while, he desperately resorted to trying to ask for help again. All of his attempts were even more useless than before, however. When he tried to go to the glass, to speak, to gesture, to write, to do anything that would make the bystanders aware of his dire situation, all they did was get delighted at how close the varren was and, worse yet, 100% of their attention was directed to his cock underneath, hard and right against the glass as well. Close up pictures came while he desperately clawed the glass trying to tell them who really was, but nobody cared, nobody had any idea.

As the hours passed, Jacob tried other things. He tried laying down on his belly, the only true way he found of hiding his cock underneath his body, but his throbbing arousal pulsing against the ice cold metal of the floor was like torture. Even with that, it didn't go down. If anything, staying put with his member pressed tight between his smooth stomach and the cold metal felt worse. His thoughts of sex never stopped and, when he finally gave up and decided to stand up again, the increased laughter over the thin strands of precum that connected the tip of his cock to the small pool of it it had made on the floor where he lied were reason for a whole new round of laughter at his expense.

Jacob tried to reach the small, metallic bowl of food that was empty behind the short bars near one side of the circular glass display, but his paws weren't long enough to reach it and he really doubted he could even use it for anything. He tried to speak towards the people again, tried to write on the glass, he even tried to use the short rags of his previous clothes to write something on the floor, but he couldn't do much with the small lingering pieces he had and everyone just found his behavior to be, as they said, 'cute and lewd at the same time'.

The arousal was probably the worst part. It seemed to get worse and worse as time went by and his with his desires remaining unfulfilled. He was dripping more often than before and, despite his situation, thoughts of sex kept coming to him. He wouldn't admit it, but he had tried to use his paw to jerk off at some point, like he did when he was human, no matter how extremely embarrassing it had been to have people and anthros watching him attempt it. He couldn't do it, of course, his paw was just not dextrous enough, but with nothing to fuck and unable to use his paws, he couldn't think of any other means to get off. Actually, he could, but he wouldn't ever go that far. ...Would he?

It was a couple more hours until the day finally ended. The people walking around and watching him grew more and more scarce until, finally, as the sun started to set in the sky, they stopped coming altogether. It was a huge relief for Jacob, but at the same time, it meant failure. He hadn't been successful in asking for help, in getting out of this hellish place and going back to be human. It took another hour of deep thought and relentless arousal before Jacob finally heard the metallic clicks and clunks and his glass display started to slowly descend back into the dark basement from before.

There, with the lights already on, the black dragon waited for him, already grinning towards him. Jacob growled at him right away and he himself found it weird at how natural that came to him right away alongside his anger towards the damned warden. All of this was his fault!

"So, enjoyed your first day in my special zoo, little doggie?" The dragon started talking as soon as the glass cage stabilized in the ground. Jacob gave him a deadly stare.

"Still not inclined to being a good dog, even after a whole day of punishment? Hmm. Some of your peers were already whimpering and begging after a day, so I have to admit, you ARE quite stubborn. But quite stupid, too."

All the dragon did was press one button. One tiny button and Jacob already felt immediately his arousal skyrocketing. His eyes went wide, a small yelp escaped his throat. His cock throbbed and flexed, a bigger spurt of precum coming out to his the floor. Jacob felt hotter than ever and absolutely desperate to fuck something, to relieve himself of the tension. The cursed dragon noticed it, of course. His grin got even wider, if that was even possible.

"You see, going against me is not wise, it's never wise. In here from now on, you're my little pet alongside all the others. You'll do whatever I tell you to do."

Jacob growled more despite his need to pant and the dragon slowly stepped around the display to reach the side. After turning a heavy set of keys, he opened a door that was behind the bars, a small section for caretakers to approach the animals safely. Jacob got closer, but he couldn't reach the dragon through the bars, both of them knew. There was a smaller door made of steel bars itself too, which was the only way in and out of the cage and, much to Jacob's surprise, the dragon approached it. He even choose a rusty, metal key from his large keychain that was obviously the one that fitted that door, but after showing the key, he didn't make any further movements, just smiling at how fiercely Jacob stared at it.

From his pocket, the dragon also brought forth a small vial with a dark green-ish liquid inside as well.

"You see this? This is the key to your freedom, and this is the antidote to the formula I injected in you. It can turn you back into that skinny, naked human form you seem to like so much."

Jacob's attention was completely caught. So he could turn back!

"Let it not be said that I'm an unreasonable dragon," the warden continued quite casually. "I'm more than willing to give you the chance of earning your freedom, to strike a deal. I'm sure that, should you be wise enough to comply with a few safety measures, both of us could profit greatly."

Jacob's feral eyes stared intently at the dragon. Did he want money? Jacob could pay. He would pay anything to be free and human again. It made sense that the warden was corruptible, given the shady nature of his job.

"Before we talk business, however, I'd like to talk about pleasure." The dragon smirked and Jacob saw his eyes going down to his pulsing, exposed hard-on. It made him self-conscious and embarrassed. "I want you to show me that you're obedient and willing to cooperate. That you're a good doggie. It's just so much fun to see you snob humans taken down a notch, you have no idea."

That brought an instinctual growl from Jacob again.

"We'll start simple. Sit!"

Jacob could barely believe the dragon actually expected him to follow through with dog orders. There was so much more at stake! He growled again, but the dragon just shook his head and shifted his grip on the vial with the antidote so that he was holding it only with two small claws, ready to drop it.

"Come on, be a good doggie. You want this, don't you?" He wriggled the vial back and forth, grinning while watching Jacob's eyes follow it. Jacob growled again, but he decided it was better to comply, no matter how shameful it was. Slowly, he sat down on his haunches in front of the dragon, like a dog would. He hated it. It made his throbbing, desperate arousal all the more exposed in front of him. It had a drop of pre slowly running down the tapered tip and the frustration of the arousal himself was still affecting Jacob greatly.

"Goooood boy," the dragon cooed. "Now, roll over!"

Jacob narrowed his eyes towards the warden. He didn't want to do it, but he went through the thought process again and reached the same conclusion that, if it meant getting the antidote, it was better to suck it up and obey. Jacob lied down and rolled over, his four paws up in the air and his cock bouncing against his lean stomach.

"Good boy. Now, stay like that. Stay, or I'll drop this antidote on the ground and you'll never see another one again." The warning was serious, Jacob detected, so he made an effort to stay put even while the dragon turned the key in the lock, even while he opened the gate and stepped in. Freedom was so close! Jacob thought about jumping at him, but the way he held the antidote there was no way the dragon wouldn't drop it if he did and he couldn't catch it with paws. He decided it was better to continue obeying. The dragon got closer, the gate remaining open behind him, and got down to one knee by Jacob's side.

"That's a good boy. I knew you were one of the smart ones, that's why I'm considering this deal," the dragon said. His hand came down, making Jacob nervous, but all he did was scratch the rolled over varren's belly. It felt degrading, to say the least, and once again Jacob growled, but he made an effort to stay still. The dragon still held the antidote high in the other hand and Jacob's eyes were still fixated over it. They only left the small vial when the dragon's hand scratching his belly moved down and started touching his cock. The act made his hindpaws twitch and a burst of need and pleasure to wash over him. Feeling proper fingers over his member was heavenly, but incredibly violating and humiliating at the same time.

"You're so horny, aren't you? I'm impressed you managed to push through the whole day. It would have been so much easier if you'd just behaved." The dragon spoke while his paw went up and down, stroking Jacob's member. He felt like he should turn around, like he should stop this degrading act, but… he was just so horny. Just a little while longer and he would stop it, he told himself. He could feel his edge coming closer, as it had been all day, feel the instinctual, male need to cum.

"Look at you. One day you're an important human with a big role, the next you're a dog in a zoo rolling over so that someone can jerk you off." The dragon's taunts made Jacob's shame spike up. He wanted to deny it, he wanted to at least fucking bite the dragon, but his hand was moving faster now, stroking his cock, giving him the pleasure he had needed for so long. Jacob couldn't help it. It was a battle of will, and he was losing it. His hips were moving ever so slightly, humping into the dragon's hand as he felt his climax drawing closer and closer. Just a little more and he would be done, then he could reclaim his honor, his dignity. Just a little more… and then the dragon stopped. The hand was still gripping his cock, a single finger caressing the tip of Jacob's member, so very close to orgasm, but not quite there yet.

"I'll let you in a little secret," the dragon said, coming closer to whisper as if there was anyone else that could hear them. "The chip in your brain? Alongside controlling your arousal, it can keep you from cumming unless I give the order."

To illustrate his point, the dragon's hand went back to stroking him, faster than before. Jacob just let out a pleasure whimper, feeling the climax he had been so close to coming right away. The rush of imminent pleasure washed through his body, different from what he was used to, but it was still sex. He felt like he was about to cum, like the high pleasure he was seeking was just about to come, and yet, it didn't. The sensation lingered with Jacob's desperation increasing as well. The hand kept stroking him and Jacob whimpered. He openly whimpered in his feral form, desperate to reach the orgasm he needed, but it just wouldn't come. The dragon had spoke the truth. The dragon continued stroking for a little while longer, and then he stopped, cleaning his hand sticky with feral precum on Jacob's side. Jacob himself was left panting with his muzzle open, desperate to reach his release, but it wasn't going to happen. Not with the dragon there, the bastard.

"The deal was a lie, by the way. This is the antidote, but you're never getting it. You'll be my little doggie for the rest of your life," the dragon announced, standing up and playing with the antidote.

Jacob felt rage swelling inside him. He was angry, frustrated, needy! With his cock still bobbing back and forth, he scrambled up to turn around, got up, and guided by the feral instincts, he growled before he advanced upon the dragon.

Jacob was caught mid-jump. He felt something stinging his neck and he was thrown to the side, his sharp teeth missing the dragon altogether. He wanted to get up again, but he quickly found that he couldn't. His muscles wouldn't obey him anymore. Jacob's eyes looked up, frantic, as the dragon kneeled by his side again, the antidote right in front of his nose.

"Aww. So close, doggie, yet so far. You're such a bad dog..." Jacob saw the dragon pulling a needle from his neck, now empty after injecting him with something. That was the last thing he saw and heard before his eyes got heavy and, in a matter of seconds, he drifted into unconsciousness.

Jacob had many weird dreams. In some of them he was human again, in others he was a varren. All of them, however, involved some sort of sexual nature. He was always horny, always trying everything to get off and he never could. In the last one, there was someone licking his cock, and it felt so good. It was a great blowjob, he thought, and he just wanted to cum, but there was something cold touching his cock as well and he couldn't… couldn't quite…

Jacob's eyes shot open and he woke up. His head and body felt heavy. The first thing he noticed was a lot of noise around him, but he couldn't quite place what it was. The second thing he noticed was a plethora of smells, many more than he could feel when he was human. As he tried to move, he knew without a doubt that he was still a varren, that his nightmare wasn't over. Then, he felt a tongue lapping at his cock again and he realized that he was still aroused. Greatly aroused, in fact. He could feel the chip's influence over him. As his eyes took proper focus, he saw another varren standing next to him.

That wasn't the only one. A dozen of them were around, spread across a small, green habitat with rocks and even a small river. On one of its sides, a large glass wall stood with people walking by it. Another lick came to his cock, then another. It made Jacob whimper. The varren standing next to him was very interested in his member. It occurred to Jacob that it was probably an actual, feral varren, and that worried him greatly. He moved to try and stand up, but the varren growled at it fiercely, so he stopped. As the animal shifted by his side, he saw that this varren too had was aroused with a cock similar to his dangling between his legs.

"Welcome to your new life," a voice said. Jacob's head shot up, looking around, and then he realized that it came from the collar wrapped around his neck. It was the dragon's voice. "Don't worry. There'll be plenty of time for you to be acquainted to your new friends. Oh, 'acquainted' doesn't even begin to cover it."

Jacob heard the dragon laughing before shutting off the communication. Two more varrens, both also obviously male, started to head towards him as well and all he could do was let out another whimper.