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By those that knew her, Amylia had the title of Goddess of Life. And as such, she prided herself in her pure nature- She had white scales, she had a perfect body, and she was full of the life she claimed power over. The feral dragon was comfortable in her position.

What she was currently very uncomfortable about, however, was the fact that she just woke up in an unfamiliar room, up to her neck in some strange, sticky substance, completely immobile. This was nowhere near usual for her, which was a bit of a problem.

However, her number one problem was probably her inability to move. She struggled and wriggled, whimpering, but it was no use. This stuff holding her stuck was black and rubbery-looking, forming a seal all around her.

"H... help? Anyone?" She cried out, but nobody came to her aid.

She looked around her. Metal floor, metal walls, metal ceiling. The room was dim; the only light coming through was through a small window in the door, which itself looked rather reinforced... This was nowhere close to her home.

"Hey...! Get me out of this right now!" She said, feeling a little more angry at this point. Who would do this to her?

Before she could contemplate that thought, she heard a groaning noise from inside the room. She wheeled her head around at the noise, trying desperately to find it among the dim shadows of the room. Soon, she pinpointed it as coming from the shape of another snout poking out on the other side of the room...

Soon after, she heard a voice.

"Urrrgh... I feel funny..." the voice said. It sounded male and not particularly deep.

Amylia struggled with her bonds some more. No use. "Well, so do I. What's going on?"

"Well... Hey! I can't move... Where is this place...?"

She groaned. "I thought you'd know."

"Oh!" he said. "So we're captives! Together!"

"... I suppose you're right..."

"Well, isn't that something." he said, strangely unfazed. "So, I'm Devos. You are...?"

"Amylia. The Goddess of Life to you."

"A goddess? Wow!"

"Yes! Divinity in the flesh."

"But.... If you're a goddess, why are you stuck here with me?"

She shot a glare at the vague shape of Devos. "Because... Err... Reasons you can't know. Mortal."

"Well... Okay. Any plans for getting out of this?"

"... Of course." she bluffed, her pride getting the best of her. "We just..."

"We just...?"

"We wait. Trust me, it'll work."

"... That doesn't sound like a good plan."

"Quiet."

She mainly told Devos to quiet down because she was embarrassed, but she also did that so she could hear some strange noises from outside the cell she found herself in. It sounded like footsteps and muffled speech...

And so they waited. She listened to activity outside and struggled occasionally, but nothing happened. She got excited as a shape blurred past the small window, but soon relaxed as nothing happened.

"Hmph. Your plan isn't working." she heard from the other side of the room.

"It'll work! You shut up!"

"Hey! Don't be mean."

"Mean? Oh, I'll show you mean, you... You-"

She was cut off suddenly by the creaking open of the door. Light flooded into the room, making the dragoness squint. She quickly focused on the person opening the door, wriggling in her bonds all that much harder.

So this must have been their captor. The person walking into the room was a fox lady, tall and skinny. She was wearing a labcoat, nametag affixed to one side. A scientist of some sort... And was that a company logo on her nametag?

The fox spoke. "Ah, you're both awake. Good. Let's get going."

"Well, I'd love to leave. But, you see..." Amylia spoke up, wriggling harder.

"Yeah, I know." the fox replied, leaning down next to the helpless dragoness. "Give me a sec, hey?"

Devos chimed in. "Are you letting us go?"

"No. Why would I let our test subjects go?"

"Test subjects? You can't test on... Me..." Amylia said, before trailing off, watching what their captor was doing.

The fox lightly tapped the black stuff holding them down. Suddenly, she felt the stuff writhe and flow around her, becoming almost liquid! She yelped in protest, suddenly able to move a bit more, but the stuff hugged her tight. She felt it crawl across her scales, eventually taking on a new shape.

It flowed around her neck, soon encroaching onto her snout, making her whip her head around in fear. Soon, the black stuff was coating her snout tightly, only holes for the nose exposed. The goop then receded from her body, going more towards the limbs- Soon, she felt it only covering her wings and legs...

The process eventually completed, and the stuff around her quickly hardened. He flailed and fell over on the ground before taking in her new bonds. She was muzzled, jaws completely unable to open, and she felt a collar of rubbery stuff around her neck. Her wings were entirely covered, bound together into uselessness. Her claws were similarly enveloped in the stuff, making for a sort of mitt, while both her pairs of legs were hobbled with a thick black band. She was mobile now... But not much.

Being put into bondage like this was... Unacceptable! Amylia let out a hearty "mmmph!" before jumping to her paws... Or at least trying to. Her bonds made her fall over several times in a flurry of motion, before finally getting up and looking at the situation.

The fox was over at Devos's side now, quickly forming his bonds. Amylia stared as she finally got a view of her fellow captive; the dragon was grey, with an odd lack of wings and very small stature. He seemed more calm with the whole affair, huffing derisively yet keeping himself upright.

"Mmmmph!" Amylia whined.

"Oh, hush. That's just some smartgel gear. Don't get yourself too worked up." The fox grumbled as she finished up with Devos's bonds. She grabbed onto his collar and pulled; A thin black leash sprang forth, surprising the dragoness next to him. The fox then turned towards Amylia; her eyes went wide, and she couldn't help from shaking. She tried to pull back as the fox went for her collar, but she only stumbled over herself, and her captor leashed her up, too. In front and center of her vision now was that leash, soon pulling Devos and her forwards...

She had no choice but to comply. She wobbled forwards unsteadily as the fox tugged them out into the hall, but soon figured out how to walk with her legs together like they were.

As the fox turned around to check on her captive, Amylia got a good look at that nametag. It read:

Alaina Woods

Testing Assistant

Enduring Enterprises Testing Services

So she WAS a test subject. Dread only crept through Amylia as she walked down the corridor of the lab. She couldn't ask any questions, being muzzled like so, but she sure had plenty. What were they going to do to her...?

She walked past many other lab employees, the furs looking at her and Devos, many of them smirking, some of them just passing along. A blush crept across her snout, luckily hidden by the muzzle, as more and more people saw her like this. What was this place doing...?

More and more questions piled up as she took the long walk down to whatever Alaina had planned for her. Whenever she tried to veer off the path, or even slow down, she was met with a sharp tug, making her stumble and correct course. The two dragons were utterly helpless, despite her constant whimpering and shaking.

She dwelled over her helplessness for a long while, but soon the walk would come to an end at a door, thicker and larger than any other one she saw in the facility. She gulped in fear.

Alaina pushed open the door and got behind the two ferals. "In you go now."

"Mmmmph!"

"I said. In you go!" She added, with a rough push, releasing the leashes and pushing them towards the door.

Devos hobbled his way in before Amylia, the dragoness taking a bit more shoving. Before she could turn around and bolt for freedom, however, the door slammed shut behind them.

They both wheeled around and let out mmmphs. They were locked in... Who knows what was in the room! They couldn't even see right now; there was no window in this room, and the lights, if there were any, were off.

Suddenly, an intercom clicked on. Alaina's voice filled it.

"Okay. Begin test 05326A... Huh?... No, Foruier, I didn't... What's the point if he's not here?... Yeah, I guess... Fine."

It was obvious there was someone else talking with her. Devos let out a curious "mmph?", and Amylia just sighed and stayed silent.

"Hello, test subjects. I'm Alaina, your test manager for today. Our boss isn't in, so you'll have to... Ugh... Forgive me." She seemed very unwilling to spit out that last sentence. "Today, we'll be... What?... Oh, right."

After another bit of dialogue with the unknown second person, the lights flicked on., revealing... An empty room. The only thing interesting about it was the large bay door in the back, as Amylia saw as she wheeled around.

"Today, we'll be testing out a new solution for management of... Unwanted waste."

What? She wasn't trash! Amylia mmmmphed loudly and struggled against her bonds. Devos's eyes went wide, but that was all.

"So, as you can see... Oh, come on... Fourier, can you get the doors?... There we go."

A mechanical whirring sound filled the room, and Amylia looked back towards the bay door. It was slowly receding upwards, revealing this solution Alaina was talking about.

"So, as you can see, this will be doing the management. CoRE."

In front of them was a towering robotic dragon. It stood on two feet, easily 7 feet tall at the least. Smooth metal plates formed the limbs, giving it a feral appearance, while the middle was made of some slick synthetic material. It was a hulking beast of a machine, metal jaws gleaming viciously. It was currently inert, but Amylia figured it wouldn't be for long...

"This is to test his ability to work through living materials."

Suddenly, their bondage gear began to melt. It wasn't surprising that it would do that; it melted onto them, after all; but it was awfully surprising to the dragons who were much more focused on the robot in front of them. The muzzles, hobbles, and collars dripped into a puddle onto the floor, leaving the dragons much better able to scream.

"Hey! I'm not waste! I can't get processed!" Amylia shouted.

"Oh no... Oh my..." Devos stammered.

Alaina soon chimed in. "His central cavity will do the processing. Enjoy."

Before they could even process what Alaina meant, they saw the machine's eyes flicker to life. Red eyes. CoRE shuddered to life, soon silently staring down the two terrified dragons.

"Please... You don't have to kill me!" Amylia said, pleading with the machine.

"Oh hey... Mr. CoRE..." Devos said.

The machine made an odd grunting noise, and took a creaking step forwards, servos whirring.

"CoRE MK-I active. Testing mode engaged." It spoke out, jaws not moving.

Amylia looked at Devos, and back at the machine. Maybe she could escape if... If...

"Oh, and another thing." Alaina said. "Boss wanted to let you know that the one of you who survives the longest will get to leave this room alive. Cheers."

Well. That changed everything. Amylia turned right towards Devos and snarled.

"You won't last a second in there... Runt."

Devos scoffed and blushed. "Me? I'll go in there first, and still last longer! Look at you!"

"No, no. I simply MUST go in first."

While they were arguing, CoRE kept walking forwards. Soon, the machine spoke, interrupting the squabble.

"Two targets identified. Designation: Refuse."

Devos grinned nervously. "Well. I guess I am..."

Amylia, however, still took offense. "Refuse? Who's refuse around here?"

"You." The robot said. Obviously, it was capable of some level of thought.

"Well... Well... Hmph!" Amylia said, knowing full well there was no getting out of this one. "Just make it quick."

"I will. I am rather efficient." CoRE said, before swooping down towards them with its chunky metal arms.

It effortlessly grabbed Amylia with one huge, metal handpaw. In the other was Devos, wriggling uncomfortably. The grip was almost crushing for the poor dragoness, making her wheeze. CoRE soon brought the two of them up to its snout, red eyes glaring.

"You will make for adequate fuel. Thank you." CoRE said, before slowly moving Amylia towards that visage. She had no choice but to watch as the machine opened its jaws...

In between the metal mandibles was a layer of shiny black material, probably some sort of rubber. It emulated a fleshy mouth, sans tongue, and ending with a sealed ring of the stuff, certainly to make entrance to whatever the robot had for a gullet. Despite CoRE's words, Amylia felt it give off waves of cold indifference. She couldn't help but shake as it slowly pressed her head in between those jaws...

The material was cold and slick against her scales, yet entirely dry, making her squirm. It was low-friction, whatever it was, so pushing against her captor was no use- It had all the leverage. Soon, it tipped its jaws upwards, releasing its grip and letting Amylia slide right into the mouth. She scrabbled, trying to get a grip and right herself up, but the material just sent her stumbling...

And then the ring of synthetic flesh opened. Her snout suddenly slid in by the force of gravity, only causing the sphincter to open further, making her desperately try to pull out, but to no avail. She wailed, jaws held closed by the ring, but she slid down further and further, her entire head soon popping through into the inky blackness beyond its maw. Her feet scrabbled at the sides, but they, too, began to slide, soon joining her head and shoulders.

She began to feel synthetic throat muscles do their work, clenching around her rhythmically to draw her in. She was drawn in faster and faster, forelegs soon pinned against her body, between these rippling walls of rubber. In and out, those muscles worked over her, slowly enveloping her whole body...

Her hindlegs kicked as hard as they could, but kicking did nothing as Amylia felt its jaws close, sealing her fate. Trapped between the jaws, the only place for her hindlegs and tail was down, down into the gullet... And soon, whatever this thing had for a stomach, she knew.

The path down was a slow one, at least to the dragoness, who hardly had a perception of time any longer. Only darkness met her vision, and only whirring and buzzing noises filled her ears- Sounds of the robot doing its terrible task. The only indication she was moving at all was a slow increase in warmth as she approached the core of this CoRE... She could only squirm weakly and whimper as she went...

Eventually, she felt another synthetic sphincter press against her snout. She mmphed and squirmed, but it was only a second she was stuck at the bottom of the gullet; it soon schllrked open and let her slowly slide through. She felt her snout press into a tiny sac of the same rubbery material, which soon stretched tight around her, expanding to fit Amylia in her entirely.

As the entrance to the stomach closed, and as she curled up in the robot's warm, tight stomach, she realized something- It was dry in there. No acids! She squirmed in there, entirely uncomfortable, and entirely unsure of what was about to happen. How was this machine going to... Process her...?

What happened next was entirely unrelated to her fate, however. It was more closely related with Devos's fate. She knew this quite quickly when she felt a snout push against her back, right where the entrance was; the robot had finally sent Devos down to meet her.

If there wasn't a lot of room before, there was even less room as the grey dragon shoved his way into the machine's gut. Devos had to curl around Amylia as he was pushed in forcefully, paws and tails and snouts getting all pushed around and pushed together in a tangle. Eventually, she found her snout pressed between the base of Devos's tail and the stomach wall, making her sputter and shift in there.

"Ugh! Get off of me, you runt!" she wailed.

"Oh, am I not good enough to touch a goddess? Or should I say... Fellow trash?"

"S... Shut up!" Amylia growled and wriggled around. Eventually, she managed a position where her snout was wedged against his hindpaw instead. It'd have to do.

Devos pushed back against her, and hard. "Well, you shut up, if you want to-"

Suddenly, he was interrupted by CoRE's voice, reverberating from the stomach walls, coming from every side. "Fuel conversion process: Begin."

They both went quite silent and still for a few seconds. And then they felt the stomach walls clench around them softly. Then they began wailing and struggling.

Despite their reactions, it was gentle at first, making them shift into a slightly tighter ball. But it soon increased in pressure, slowly churning them around while pressing down harder and harder... Amylia grit her teeth as she dug into Devos harder, limbs bending to her body as tightly as they could...

But the synthetic stomach continued relentlessly. She heard Devos yelp as she heard a light popping noise; she soon knew what that was as her limbs began to hurt. The joints couldn't handle this stress! Lowly, the burning pain of the struggle increased, and then... POP. With a yowl, Amylia leaned into one of her forelegs, joint popped out of place. She felt another burst of intense agony, and another pop...

But, to her surprise, it didn't spell the end of her. With a groaning noise, the rubbery walls began to slacken, slowly expanding to its original size. She sighed as the tension was released, only leaving the pain of dislocated limbs behind.

"Urrrgh... Huff. You still in there...?" She said.

"... Unfortunately... Uuuunf." Devos replied.

"... Hmph. So winning isn't that easy?"

"... Nope."

She could just tell the grey dragon was grinning. What a silly thing to do when you were about to be made into fuel, she thought, shifting around and trying her best to nurse her wounds. However, there would be no time to even try to pop those joints back in place, as the stomach quickly began to contract once more.

Her yowling picked up once more as the pressure shoved them together into a tighter and tighter ball of dragon flesh... This time, the organ clenched faster, sending them right back into their old state of groaning, whimpering... And soon, popping, as their bodies couldn't handle the stress. Her limbs were soon all pressed into each other in a dislocated jumble, and she felt more and more tail joints pop out of place with every passing moment. She could fel her tendons themselves begin to creak...

And then CRACK. They began to yell in agony as tendons and ligaments snapped under the pressure, rendering themselves unable to even effectively squirm. With a resounding SNAP, she heard some of Devos's leg bones snap entirely...

But again, the walls eventually receded, leaving two barely conscious piles of dragon meat in its wake. Amylia's world was nothing but pressure and pain, her screams not soon dying down. But when she did switch to pained whimpering instead, she heard Devos speak.

"Still... In... There."

"... You... You runt..." She managed to choke out.

"Eh... Heh."

They just sat there in silent fear as the stomach churned them softly. Amylia began to worry... Could this tiny, weak-looking dragon actually beat her? She was absolutely unsure she'd last as this rate...

But she could only find out, she knew, as those rubbery walls contracted another time. Pain shot through her as the pressure aggravated her broken limbs, only increasing as the synthetic flesh closed in. They quickly began to contract further than ever before, curling them into a sphere smaller than she was by herself... Cracks, snaps, and whimpering soon filled the space as they were further compressed. With a series of snaps, she could feel her ribs caving in under the pressure, letting Devos push into her chest... With a horrible squelch, she could feel the worst thing yet: Her limbs, pushed too far, were shearing right off, collapsing into a horrible bloody pulp. She screamed, but she hardly had any breath to scream with, making it eerily silent inside the stomach.

She blacked out for only a second, before she somehow stirred herself to life once more. Barely hanging on to her mortal coil, she felt the damages- The stomach had released its grip in the time she was out, but the dragoness was in terrible shape.

She felt wet now, and to her horror, she quickly realized that it was their combined blood, flowing out of them. Her limbs were entirely crumpled and useless, and half of her organs were crushed into a pulp... She felt wet bones press into her middle, which she quickly identified as Devos's ribs, pushed right out of their fleshy prison.

After a long while, she found the strength to speak.

"... Devos...?" she softly croaked out.

There was no response.

"... Runt...?"

Nothing.

The truth slowly dawned on her pain-wracked mind. Devos was dead. She had won. She was going to leave here alive!

She squirmed softly, using the last bits of her strength to see this through.

"... I win! Let... Me go! I... Win..."

But there was no response. Not from Alaina, not from CoRE. She sat in stunned silence as nothing happened.

But it did not remain still forever. But a second later, she felt the stomach walls begin to clench around her.

Wait! She tried to scream out, but her lungs wouldn't comply. She had won! Why was it still happening?

The walls were relentless. She felt the pressure increase once more, making her whole body crumple and squelch once again.

Did they lie? No, no, no, no...

She couldn't even piece together any other thoughts as the stomach continued processing her. Processing her for the final time, she knew, as the pressure became unbearable. With a wet splort, her body collapsed on itself, yet it continued.

Instantly, it was over. Amylia was nothing but a mashed up pile of bloody mush. The synthetic organ continued its work, processing the two dead dragons further into a meaty slurry.

"Processing: Stage 1 complete." CoRE rang out.

* * *

Alaina leaned back in her chair, legs resting on the room console. On the screen was a recording. More specifically, it was a recording, employing extreme low-light vision, looking down into CoRE's throat. In the recording was the image of two dragons, pressed against each other, crying out as they were forcibly pressed even further against each other.

What good example footage of the fuel conversion process, she thought. Pressing a button on the console with her footpaw, she rewinded the recording, watching it again.

Behind her, another figure came into view. He looked halfway between a wolf and a dragon, and was bright red all over.

"Hey, Alaina." the figure said. "Did you figure out who lasted the longest yet?"

"Oh, Fourier..." she replied, grinning, "I'm way ahead of you."

"So...?"

"The white one took the longest to die. I already regenerated her. She's alive and bound up back in holding cell A".

"Good, good." Fourier said. "... Hey, isn't that the cell with the display?"

"Yeah." she said. "I'm treating her to a 24/7 playback of how pathetic she looked as he ate it."

"Heh. And here I thought you didn't like messing with test subjects."

"Oh, I don't. But I'm sure the ol' boss will love to hear what I did."

"Hahah! That he will. And then, I assume, we'll put her into the next test."

"Oh, of course, She better get used to test-subject-dom. She won it, after all."

Fourier snickered. "And what about the new machine?"

"Working perfectly. But we can always test it on her again."