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Soul the Furry Dragon

By Zrathie

Dr Keton looked up from his computer display. He slid his glasses off the bridge of his muzzle to his forehead and scratched his muzzle. He was working late in his lab. He was busy because he had a new and very rare specimen. X-T105 was what it was called. After a brief rest, the wolf scientist returned his attention back to the report he was writing.

Test A - Date: 05-07-13

Subject: X-T105

Procedure:

X-T105 is to be dressed in a Mark IV bio-suit with feeding helmet compatible with anthropomorphic dragons.

Results:

The sedated subject X-T105 was successfully placed into Mark IV bio-suit. With Dr Keton and Dr Fulton assisting. The Mark IV bio-suit successfully booted, collaborated size and fit and passed its pressurisation test.

Analysis:

Mark IV bio-suit adapted to the non-standard shape of subject X-T105 without losing any of its functionality.

Dr Keton saved and closed the document. The real testing would begin tomorrow, for now, he would have to catch up on some sleep.

Some hours later there was a stirring in the testing chamber. Soul opened his eyes. The furred dragon wasn't at home. He looked up at the concrete ceiling. The next thing he noticed was he was looking through a visor. He reached up with his claws to remove the visor, no it was a helmet form his head.

His ordinarily white hand paws were wrapped up in black rubber gloves. He felt around for a seam or opening, but his helmet was fused to what he was wearing. The rubber coating his claws had rendered them useless. He could typically slice through most fabric with just a swipe, but now they just squeaked across the rubbery material that was coating his body.

He got out of the small bed he had been laying in. He looked down at himself. He had been encased in a rubber bodysuit and helmet. It completely encased his body. Not even an inch of his blue and white fur was visible. He was breathing through gas mask filters, and his breath came out in shallow pants. He urged himself to stay calm, but it was difficult under the current conditions.

Looking down he couldn't see any zippers on the front of his bodysuit. He felt around the back of the outfit, but he was only met with smooth squeaky rubber. He was wearing a small backpack that was integrated into his gear. He looked like he had been dipped in black ink. The rubber coated him entirely it was skin tight, yet he still felt comfortable.

"Hello subject X-T105, you are wearing the latest in smart clothing, the Mark IV bio-suit," came a computerised voice.

Soul looked around the mostly bare room. On the ceiling in opposite corners were two security cameras. Whoever had caught him was watching his every move. Are they talking to him?

"I'm your suit's AI. I am going to oversee your tests today," said Soul's suit.

"What!? I didn't agree to this let me go at once!" yelled Soul.

"Error 54: Subject X-T105 does not have permission to change testing protocol," said the bio-suit.

Soul let out a growl.

"Subject X-T105, please go over to your feed/watering station and insert your feeding tube into your muzzle," said his bio-suit.

"How about you insert my finger into your ass and rotate," replied Soul.

"Malcompliance detected. Assuming direct control over test subject." said the suit.

Suddenly Soul lurched forward. The suit was shoving him. Try as he might he couldn't stop the bio-suit from moving him. He could only slow it down. He was slowing dragged across the room to where a wall outlet had a hose with a metal plug attached as a nozzle. Soul was planted in front of the wall outlet. His arm was forced out and took hold of the cap and brought it towards his muzzle.

For several minutes Soul fought with the suit as it sought to insert the plug into the socket on his helmet. His arm was getting tired after a while, so he had to give in and let the plug slide into his mouth socket. The plug entered the outlet with a hiss as it formed an airtight seal.

"Subject X-T105, you have shown resistance to the testing protocol. You are to be punished with an extra punishment dose of water." said the bio-suit.

Water flowed down the clear pipe section and into Soul's muzzle gag. A jet of fresh water entered his muzzle. Soul was going to have to swallow if he wanted to avoid choking. He drank the first mouthful.

"That's a good dragon drink up." said the suit.

Soul's throat convulsed as he drank down the water. The flow was just enough to feel the urgency to swallow without making him choke. He drank down what he was fed. The bio-suit held him still. He had to play along until he could figure out a way to take it off.

"That's enough water for now." said the suit.

The feeding plug ejected, and the suit was letting Soul move again. He looked around his cell. Besides the small bed, there were no other pieces of furniture. There was the feeding station, but that was really just a pipe running down from the ceiling. The room was around six metres square with a high ceiling. The walls, floor and ceiling, were all made from grey coloured concrete.

The room was illuminated via a set of fluorescent lights. Soul looked towards the cell door. The door was solid metal. It had no handle or keyhole it sat in a metal door frame. It was the only way in or out of the windowless room. He walked over and pushed at the door. The cold metal didn't even rattle let alone open. He was trapped until whoever had captured him would let him go.

Soul hoped it would be soon because he needed to pee. He had awoken with a full bladder as with most mornings. It was just the surprise of where he was had kept the reality of his bladder needs from his mind. He double checked the room was indeed without a toilet. It was a forlorn hope he had missed one on the first scan of the room.

Sometime later Soul shifted his weight from one-foot paw to the other. His need to urinate had only grown stronger. He looked at the door hoping that it would slam open and his captors would lead him to a restroom. He had considered pissing on the floor, but there was no way he knew that he could take his rubber suit off.

Up in the observation room, the wolf, Dr Keton watched subject X-T105 on the monitor. He knew that Soul was uncomfortable and exactly why. He turned to the stats readout. The bio-suit was monitoring subject X-T105's bladder capacity. It even gave an estimate on how much longer the subject could hold out until wetting himself. Dr Keton was feeling quite flushed. The prospect of causing the subjet's first wetting was exciting him and not on an intellectual level.

Back in the cell Soul was pressing his legs tightly together was as the pressure in his bladder was getting worse. He had not needed to go so badly in quite a while. Over what felt like an hour the tension continued to grow in the dragon's bladder. It was now getting to the point it was almost painful to keep holding.

"Where is the toilet? I-I really have to pee," asked Soul. Having to admit to his need to pee out loud made the heat of embarrassment flood his cheeks.

"I was wondering when you would ask me that. I've noticed you've been holding your pee. You must be getting pretty desperate by now," said the bio-suit.

"That's why I need the toilet," Soul said.

"There's no toilet in the testing chamber." said the suit.

"You need to let me out before I wet myself." Soul urged.

"Just let it flow, and I'll take care of it." said the bio-suit.

"I can't do that!" yelled the furred dragon.

The dragon ignored the bio-suit and clawed at his latex covering. His paws just helplessly squeaked across the rubber surface his dragon claws rendered blunt and useless. His bladder was bulging and felt taut under his bio-suit.

"If you don't urinate in the next five minutes, I'll make you and give you a punishment." threatened the bio-suit.

Soul ignored the bio-suit and focused his efforts on trying to pull it away from his body. He growled as the seamless latex would not give an inch. He continued these futile efforts until suddenly the suit came alive. He was shoved into a squatting position by the bio-suit. No amount of thrashing on his part could break the suit's grip. Soul's bio-suit forced his legs wide apart.

This position was putting a tremendous strain on his bladder that was only getting worse by the minute. He still had control over his hand paws, so he thrust them down to his crotch. He gripped his dragon slit and clenched down as hard as he could.

"You time's up. I'm going to have to make you lose control of your bladder." said the suit.

"Please just let me use the toilet," said Soul.

"Toilets are not for naughty dragons because you are so disobedient I'm going to make you drink your piss as punishment." said the bio-suit.

Just as Soul was about to scream his muzzle was filled with the suit's expanding rubber. He could only let out muffled cries and shake his head.

Up in the observation room, Dr Keton couldn't help but give his erection a pat while he watched subject X-T105 on the monitor. While he was a rational researcher, he couldn't help but admire subject X-T105's slim dragon form. The bio-suit gleamed under the testing chamber lighting. He turned to the stats readout. The subject's bladder was at full capacity, and with the suit's help, it was going to force every drop out of him.

Back in the testing chamber Soul was getting very desperate. His hand paws were only taking a small amount of the pressure off his throbbing bladder. He would have let go by now if it wasn't for the suit's threat.

"Your naughty hand paws are trying to stop your flood. I think I will get them out of the way." said the suit.

To his horror, Soul felt the suit grab and pull his arms away from his crotch. There wasn't anything the furred dragon could do as his arms were brought up to his sides. In this position, he was going to have to wet himself whether he wanted to or not.

Sure enough, he lost control of his bladder. A powerful stream of piss poured into the bio-suit. He could feel the weight of his piss flowing up a small tube that the suit had formed inside itself. It was getting higher coming up his abdomen. He had to stop pissing himself before it reached his muzzle. He clamped down on his urethra and stopped the flow. His bladder had only started emptying its contents. He had stopped the stream of piss just as it reached up to his chest.

"Someone's still bladder shy." said the suit.

Soul was in a panic he wanted to pee but not drink it. If he let his piss flow, he was going to get a mouthful. He began to imagine the horrid taste of what was to come if he couldn't get out of his situation. This rubber thing had him trapped and was determined to torment him.

Suddenly the bio-suit began rubbing his lower abdomen right over Soul's bulging bladder. The rubber of the suit prodded and poked his still bursting bladder. Under this assault, Soul started pissing himself in earnest. He was aware of a sudden weight on his neck and then the side of his muzzle.

Nothing could prepare him for the taste when piss, his own still warm piss entered his mouth. He tried to block the tube with his tongue, but the inside of the gag had a ball of perforations each leaking piss into his muzzle. He mouth began filling it was getting to the point where he was going to have to swallow. Soul swallowed the first mouthful.

Tears started welling up in his eyes as the horrid taste washed over his tongue. He could taste everything, and it had only begun. All the while his cock was erupting a full strength flow. The naughty dragon was getting punished, and there wasn't anything the helpless creature could do but to drink his own piss gulp after gulp.

The bio-suit forced Soul's piss into his muzzle. He gulped it down. He had no choice not to. His bladder had been packed full to the brim, so there was a significant amount he had to swallow. He had finished peeing, but the bio-suit forced the last of his piss up the tube that was running up to his muzzle. Soon after the bio-suit removed the gag keeping him for speaking not that he had much to say.

"That's better. You took your punishment well," said the bio-suit.

The furred dragon didn't reply. He still had the acidic, salty taste of his own urine on his tongue.

Back in his lab Dr Kelton was typing out the results from this latest test. His report read:

Test B - Date: 06-07-13

Subject: X-T105

Procedure:

X-T105 wearing a Mark IV bio-suit is to be fed water in preparation for a urinary processing test. The bio-suit has control over whether subject X-T105's urine is processed or ingested by the subject. The bio-suit will encourage subject X-T105 to make use of its waste processing functionality. If the subject does not comply the bio-suit will force X-T105 to ingest its own urine.

Results:

A non-cooperative subject X-T105 was fed water from a watering station located in its testing chamber. Internal sensors detected that the subject needed to urinate. The bio-suit verbally encouraged subject X-T105 to urinate. The subject refused and was placed in a stress position and made to urinate. The subject was forced to ingest its own urine as part of the non-compliance protocol.

Analysis:

Subject X-T105 made repeated attempts to remove its Mark IV bio-suit during this test. None of the efforts to remove the bio-suit was successful. The bio-suit had to manually intervene to ensure the subject's compliance.

Dr Kelton finished up his report. The wolf licked his chops. He turned his gaze back to the display. He had finished his official tests. Now, he could indulge himself. Dr Kelton typed in a console command. It was a hidden program for Subject X-T105's bio-suit. The wolf selected the milking option. The dragon needed a good milking.

Back in his cell soul felt a sudden vibration at his crotch. It was the suit again. What was it doing? Soul didn't know what to make of his bio-suits actions. He walked around the cell trying to take his mind off the pleasant vibration. The manual stimulation was beginning to have an effect. The warmth of arousal was flowing down to his crotch.

Sure enough, his penis began to emerge from his dragonic slit. He had no desire to become aroused, but his modesty wasn't sufficient to overcome the stimulation. He crossed his legs in an attempt to hide his shamefully growing erection. He covered his growing maleness with his hand paws to protect it from the cameras. He was careful not to touch himself and provide further stimulation.

The suit teased and seemingly stroked his growing erection. Soon he was fully erect. Soul looked down to check the damage. His dragonic cock was standing tall. The bio-suit was wrapped around it as tight as a condom. He could see his knot and the four blunt barbs on the underside. Even his cock head was clearly visible. Whoever was watching him behind the cameras was getting an eye full.

Suddenly the vibrations stopped. At the base of Soul's knot, the bio-suit tightened itself and formed a ring of rubber. The furry dragon moaned as the tight ring of rubber slowly pushed up the length of his cock. It squeezed itself over his knot and then up the shaft over each of his blunt barbs and finally clasped his cock head. The suit was doing something sexual for sure thought Soul.

The ring squeezed itself back down now. First, over his cock head then his blunt barbs and finally his knot it went. It was like a clutching rubber doughnut hole. It felt divine despite his shyness, Soul was beginning to get into what the suit was doing to him. The clutching ring made it way back up his cock a slight bit faster.

Soul was at the bio-suit's mercy. It didn't take long for the furred dragon to abandon his meagre attempts at hiding his dragon prick from view. The rubber ring gripped his maleness and worked it like a magical sex toy. He was getting more vocal too letting out moans as the bio-suit stroked the ring back and forth over his excited prick.

Another fur was getting vocal. Back up in the lab Dr Kelton was lubed up and stroking his red wolf cock in time to the displays of Soul's rubber coated cock being milked. This wasn't science anymore just a pure sex show. Despite his calm personality, the wolf doctor did have his needs. He wasn't on this project just for the discoveries. The chance to dominate a dragon was on his sexual bucket list.

Meanwhile, Soul was getting milked to perfection. Soul let the bio-suit do the work leaving his hand paws to rub and grab at his heaving chest. The suit was going at a good tilt now. It knew how to work his cock like no other could. His cock jumped at the end of each pass of the clutching doughnut. He didn't know how much more he could take.

For Dr Kelton, his time was up. It was just too much having a rubber coated dragon as his plaything. The chair squeaked as he gripped his glossy lube soaked knot. A pulse of thick wolf cum sailed off in an arc. It splashed across his table. Soon it was followed by several more ropes of creamy wolf jizz. It was a waste of such potent seed, but there wasn't anything that could be done.

Soul was panting hard. He could feel his heart race as he approached his own release. He grabbed his chest as a boiling orgasm overtook his senses. The wondrous tight rubber ring did one last pass as it stopped at the tip of his penis it sank back into the rest of the suit. The first rope of dragonic seed surged up his cock. The bio-suit opened up at the very tip of his urethra just as the first rope of dragon cum left his prick.

The first of Soul's seed sailed into the air in an arc. It splattered on the floor of his cell. Soul moaned as more of his thick cum sprayed from his cock. He laid out some decently sized strings onto the floor. He fell to his knees as the last of his release rocketed free. It was such an experience. The dragon had some respite from the tortures of his imprisonment what came next was anyone's guess.