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The next day Dr. Bren walked into the room and flicked on the lights, hearing the squeak of rubber as the vac-racked creature twitched when the lights came on. "Good morning to you too," the sergal said with a grin as he took the coffee he was carrying and set it down on the desk. "You've cooked long enough, let's see how well this cake was baked. The training program ended about thirty minutes ago which should have given you enough time to cool down and let the commands really take root, now it's just a final check and then you're off to shipping."

Newlyn remained still as the visor that had been feeding him all manner of programming had been removed, the rubber eyes now a solid purple as just another indicator of how much he had soaked in during his training. Once the visor was quickly set aside the mask came next and for the first time in a long while he was able to move his draconic muzzle once more. As the cables that had been stimulating his cock for the entirety of his duration in the rac-rack were removed the rubber dragon began to try to move only to have the tightness of the rubber against his definitively outlined form still hold him there. That would change soon, the sergal explained to him once he had put all the equipment back into place, and to prepare himself for his release.

All that came from the rubber creature was a nod as the nozzle at the bottom of the vac-rack was popped off and the suction that had kept him for so long pulled away as air was allowed back in. As soon as the vacuum-induced seal was broken the sergal quickly reached in and grabbed Newlyn, helping support him as the two layers of rubber separated from one another. The shiny draconic creature let out a small sigh as his foot felt floor once again, hearing the slight squeak of latex against metal while Dr. Bren continued to aid him in getting out of the vac-rack. Once he had been completely extracted Newlyn was told to go over to the examination table and lie down, which he immediately did.

"Looks like the subservience modules have definitely taken hold," Dr. Bren said as he took something off the tray and looked into Newlyn's ears. "Auditory functions look good, ocular vulcanization appears to be uniform and complete. Now onto the Q and A, what is your name?"

"My name is Newlyn," Newlyn replied immediately, shifting his body slightly as he began to feel control returning to his limbs.

"Very good," Dr. Bren replied as he pressed a square on his table. "Immediate response, shows good identity retention. Now can you tell me everything you remember from the time you walked into The Factory until the moment you laid on this table?"

Newlyn told him about how he was told to go to the factory to pick up a package, then got locked into a room with a suit. He remembered getting buffed and polished and his photos taken before being led into the training room. Then after a very interesting experience with a bunch of tentacles he ended up in this room... though after that it started to get fuzzy. When he told Dr. Bren he couldn't remember anything after that the sergal nodded and typed it into his tablet.

"It's very common to forget that part of the training," Dr. Bren reassured Newlyn as he began to examine other parts of his body. "Naturally anything that messes with your mind is going to have a few effects, with amnesia being one of them. It's just part of the process..."

"I guess..." Newlyn replied as he felt his leg get lifted and bent upwards to check for mobility issues. "I still remember that this had something to do with becoming a slave, but it's strange because I really don't feel like one. I thought that it would be following around someone and calling people sir and groveling at their feet."

"That can be the case sometimes," Dr. Bren said after he finished squeezing Newlyn's draconic feet to make sure he could still feel them. "Some want a slave that do that, others want a different type of personality. What you got is what the client wanted, nothing more and nothing less."

"It still feels strange..." Newlyn replied, shaking his head.

The physical examination continued for a while longer, going through everything from reflexes to tactile sensation testing. Newlyn squirmed slightly when the sergal checked his tailhole, feeling it stretch with ease as he looked inside before taking his hand and stroking the rubber dragon cock a few times. When he felt hit begin to harden in his grasp he stopped, once more checking off things on his tablet. Finally after what seemed like ages Dr. Bren announced that he was finished and told Newlyn to hop off the table and face him.

"So let's see if all that training actually stuck," the sergal said as he motioned for Newlyn to look straight at him. "Already you're following orders, which is good, and you have great memory recall and identity recollection. Let's see how well your actual programming went, starting with telling me what you are."

"I'm a rubber dragon slave," Newlyn said, which caught him by surprise and caused Dr. Bren to grin a little. "I mean, I am now, but I was a rubber dragon slave." Though he knew that he was a snow leopard before he put on the suit the words seemed to change from his brain to his mouth as he tried one more time. "I am a rubber dragon slave eagerly wanting to serve my master!"

"There it is," Dr. Bren stated with a wink as Newlyn put his hands on his muzzle in shock. "Who created you?"

"The Factory," Newlyn replied without hesitation, his mouth practically moving on its own after he heard the question.

"And who is your owner?" the sergal asked next.

"S-Ser... Ser... a..." the rubber dragon tried to speak, only that it didn't seem right to try to say what he was about to say. Though it felt like the correct answer it was missing something, which came to mind as he continued to try and say it until he finally put it all together. "Master Serathin."

"Perfect," Dr. Bren exclaimed as he checked the last box on his list. "Alright, everything passes inspection and you're cleared from quality control. Time to get you packed up and shipped out."

The sergal told Newlyn to follow and once more the rubber dragon did what he was told as they made their way from the room and out another door. This one led into a hallway that appeared to be general use, the Factory no longer needing to guide the obedient latex slave when they could just command him directly. As he followed behind the sergal he saw others that were likely undergoing the same fate, from those that were still beginning the process to freshly created product like him either getting more training or heading to the shipping area. What wowed him even more was when they went through the primary production facility and saw all kinds of different suits, masks, bondage equipment, and all sorts of things being created.

"It's a bit of a different perspective when you see them from the other side of the process," Dr. Bren said as he looked back at Newlyn. "Technically that's where the you that's standing there now was born, your suit created in one of those vats by The Raven." Newlyn nodded as his brain still tried to catch up with what happened to him, looking at the other latex dragon suits that were similar to him. He realized he didn't even think of what was on him as a suit and since it had completely transformed his body after fusing with him it wasn't really right anyway.

"Can I ask a question?" he asked, the sergal nodding. "Why am I able to still remember what I was even though I've been programmed to answer that I'm a rubber dragon slave?" Newlyn paused for a second when he realized that he had added slave to the end of it even though he had just meant to call himself a rubber dragon. "With all that programming I would imagine that you could just make me think that I was always this way."

"We try to dissuade our customers from ordering such modifications," Dr. Bren explained. "You start messing around with memories and such too much and you start losing aspects of the personality, and while for some that's desirable most turn a particular someone into a slave for a reason. Not to mention if someone doesn't want to be a slave or something like that it can totally render the programming useless and we either have to start over or remove the suit and give the client a refund."

Those last few words caused Newlyn to pause in his tracks, though when he saw the sergal continuing to move forward and found himself instinctively doing the same. If someone didn't want to be a rubber slave the programming wouldn't work on them... did that mean that somewhere deep down he wanted this? Or maybe not so deep down if Serathin was able to pick up on it enough to send him there for such a treatment in the first place. Newlyn didn't have long to think about it though as he reached an area that was bustling with activity.

The sign on the wall read Factory Shipping and all manner of rubberized creatures were working on everything from packaging up various products to loading them up on trucks. Dr. Bren informed him that he would be heading into special packing, a place where already created slaves went in order to be bound up. As they walked towards the back he also noticed a number of somewhat misshapen larger rubber guys that he was told were the guards of the place to make sure no one stole any of Raven's Merchandise. When Newlyn asked what happened if someone was caught doing such a thing he motioned over to those creatures that were like him, not just wearing a suit but completely made of rubber and bound up for shipping to somewhere to be used as a toy or slave.

When they got to the back Newlyn saw another door that was labeled as special shipping and Dr. Bren opened it for him so he could go in. The room on the other side was much smaller than the main shipping operation they had outside, this one just having a number of boxes, a few vac-cubes, and a rubberized fox that greeted the both of them. "Newlyn, this is Kit," Dr. Bren introduced. "He's going to be the one taking care of you from here on out, and as much as I would love to stay I have other obligations to tend to."

Newlyn waved off the sergal before turning to the fox, not realizing how muscular he was as he stood there in front of him with his arms crossed. "Another dragon slave eh?" he said as he moved back over to a different platform. "Seems to be quite the popular model nowadays, used to be the dogs and wolves that got all the attention before now. What species did you used to be?"

Just as Newlyn was about to answer he stopped with his mouth partially opened when he realized that he wouldn't be able to say what it was, which caused the fox to laugh and slap his latex knee. "I'm jus playin with ya," he continued on, the rubber dragon frowning slightly. "Never ceases to amaze me that every time I ask that you lot try to answer. Enough joshin around, you have an owner that I'm sure is just waitin for you with baited breath."

Before the rubber dragon could say anything the fox was suddenly on him with an electronic measurer, beeping in places like his feet before going up to his head and doing the same. Once all his measurements were taken the shipper took a look at the results on his tablet and then over at the supplies that he had on hand. The entire time Newlyn continued to just stand there and wait, not knowing quite how to act as the fox went over and began to pull something out from the back. When he brought it out and put it on the floor he saw that it was just a simple white box that didn't even look like it had an opening.

"I don't think I'm going to fit in that..." Newlyn commented as he watched the fox continued to work.

"Didn't say nuthin about you goin inside it," the fox replied as he put the white box on a platform so that it was raised a few feet off the ground. "Go ahead and press your back against it, try to be as center as possible."

All the rubber dragon slave could do was nod and move to the object, turning around and with the guidance of the fox pushing his back firmly against the box. When he heard the other male say that was good Newlyn instinctively tried to move back forward, only to find that he was stuck! He wiggled a bit before the fox quickly told him to stop and that if he accidently got a limb adhered to it in a rough place he would be like that for the entirety of his delivery. The draconic creature quickly calmed himself down and just took a deep breath as he felt the fox take his butt and the back of his legs so that they were also stuck to the same side as his back was while also threading his tail through a hole that went through the column. As the packaging fox moved to his limbs next he told him to keep them spread out until he got to them.

Once more the feeling of being restrained was extremely enticing as Newlyn felt his shoulders and arms get pressed back until they were on opposite sides of the column. Once he was sure that they were in the proper place the fox pressed them in and they were stuck like that at a downward angle that made him feel like he was constantly leaning back. "Alright, final leg of the process," the fox said with a smirk as he got behind the box and grabbed onto Newlyn's feet. "Just relax and try not to tense up."

The rubber dragon felt himself falling slightly as his legs were lifted off the ground and pressed against the same sides of the box as their corresponding arms were, his fingers almost able to touch his calves as the packager pressed them in to stick to the sides. "This is certainly one way to do it..." Newlyn gasped as he felt his toes get curled around the corners, his cock throbbing in the air with no way to stroke it. "Couldn't I have just delivered myself?"

"That's not the way that Raven likes to do things," the fox replied as Newlyn felt something get applied to his tail before the end was curled around something metallic. "Plus some people out there don't prefer to see his product marching about in the streets as it were, but that's enough talkin outta you now..." Newlyn tried to ask what that meant before something was pushed into his mouth, which turned out to be a ball that had a similar substance as the box on it that caused his muzzle to stick to it instantly. "Now that adhesive will wear off long before you are delivered, so we have to give you an extra layer to make sure you don't get jostled about."

With the gag in his mouth there was nothing Newlyn could say as he felt something get attached to the ring that his tail was wrapped around, then shockingly have it support both his weight and the box he was attached to as it was lifted into the air! The restrained dragon wiggled as the fox continued to hoist him up until he was hanging almost at eye level to the fox. Once he was hanging there Newlyn's head, the only thing that wasn't glued down, watched with wide-eyed fascination as the fox brought around a huge roll of rubber sheeting.

"I think you already know what's going to happen," The fox replied with a grin as he took the end of the sheet and stuck it to the back of the box, then wrapping around the restrained dragon once before putting it on an automated wrapping machine. "And if you think that's good, just wait until you get it all heat-shrank..."

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A few hours later a delivery truck came rolling down the street of a typical suburban neighborhood; with it being the middle of the day there weren't many people out, which was when The Factory made deliveries such as the one that was loaded onto the truck. The delivery driver looked until he found the correct address, then backed into the driveway before hopping out of his vehicle and ringing the doorbell.

For a few minutes there was nothing but silence, then the delivery driver once more rang the bell and about a minute later there was the sound of shuffling on the other side of the door before it opened. "Sorry about that," the draconic sabrewolf said as he poked his head out of the door. "I was in my office writing and thought I had left the door open to hear the doorbell. Is this what I think it is?"

"If what you're thinking is a rubber dragon slave from the factory then you would be correct," the delivery driver said as he gave the sabrewolf some forms to sign. "Alright, now that everything is good to go let me get you your package. Is there anywhere in particular that you would like me to put it?"

"You can just set him in the living room," Serathin said, rubbing his scaled hands in anticipation as he watched them unload something with a sheet covering it. The sabrewolf held the door open for him as they brought it inside and set it down on the hardwood floor. After handing the delivery driver a tip he quickly ushered the other male out of the door before closing and locking it.

Once the draconic sabrewolf got back to the package he quickly took the tarp off and grinned from ear to ear at what he saw underneath. The rubber dragon was completely sealed against what looked like a block or something, a layer of rubber suctioned to him like a vac-rack that showed off every feature of his new musculature. His arms and legs were pressed backwards against the sides as his chest and abs jutted out with the logo of The Raven emblazoned in purple on it. Serathin let out a little giggle when he saw the null bulge with a lock on the groin of his package's package, likely meaning that there was no way for Newlyn to stimulate himself fully while he was inside, and the rubber ball gag in his mouth. He couldn't wait to unlock his gift to himself as he saw a purple collar hanging from a ring on the dragon's tail as well as a packet of paperwork.

"Dear Mr. Sabertooth," Serathin read as he spun the collar around on his finger. "On behalf of The Raven and The Factory we would like to thank you for your purchase of this rubber dragon slave. We believe everything has been met according your specifications and all our products are guaranteed to bring you satisfaction. To release your slave from its packaging simply press the collar provided against his neck to dissolve the wrapping material and to authorize your control over him."

Serathin looked down at the collar and saw the words DRAGON SLAVE NEWLYN: PROPERTY OF MASTER SERATHIN emblazoned on it, causing him to be even giddier as he went to do what the product said. The hybrid could feel the creature inside the vac-rack like material twitching as he found a space where he could thread the collar through and quickly threated the ends through their respective buckles. The result was instantaneous; the outer layer of rubber began to dissolve into nothingness to reveal the purple and black latex body underneath as Newlyn could feel himself start to move again.

The rubber dragon wasn't sure how long he had been waiting for release but ever since that fox had put him in that package he had only grown hornier by the second. When he saw someone standing there here he didn't even recognize his friend immediately, instead it was someone that could finally give him what would be his second release of the day. But he found himself unable to move or speak, after he stood up when his limbs were finally freed from the packaging he found himself standing perfectly still while the draconic sabrewolf continued to read the instructions.

"Your new slave or toy may be pent up during its time in The Factory," Serathin read outloud, his eyes glancing down at the latex dragon dick jutting straight out from Newlyn's groin. "It is advised that you use them as soon as you get them out in order to relieve any pent up sensations that they might have." The hybrid shrugged and tossed the instruction manual behind him. "Well who am I to argue with instructions like that?"

Serathin instucted Newlyn to get on the nearby couch, the rubber dragon doing so without saying a word. Though he wanted to speak his Master had not given him permission too, his programming kicking in hard in order to make the first impression with his owner a smooth one. Thankfully it appeared that he was getting what he wanted as well, Newlyn's entire body practically vibrating with lust as he got on all fours as instructed. Once he was in place he felt the draconic sabrewolf prop himself up behind him and push his tail out of the way to expose his hole.

"Aww sweet, you're already lubed up!" the draconic sabrewolf explained as he put a finger inside the glistening rubber hole, a cascade of pleasure stacking on top of what he already felt as the digit was withdrawn. "I love the shine you have and the coloration is just what I wanted too. Hopefully you enjoyed yourself at the Factory too Newlyn! Newlyn?"

When Newlyn found himself unable to respond Serathin looked at his toy in confusion, then went back over and picked up the instruction book while undressing himself. "Ah, here it is... list of personality commands..." the rubber dragon slave watched as his green eyes scanned through the list, taking off his boxers by the time he got to the bottom of the page. "So you're on default mode now it looks like... I wonder what activate subby slave does."

Suddenly the rubber dragon was filled with an intense need to please his master, taking Serathin by surprise as he looked up at him. "Please Master," Newlyn pleaded. "Let me service your cock, I'll let you do anything you want to me!"

"Ahhh... nope," the draconic sabrewolf said as he quickly went back to the list. "Ah ha, here we are! Resume normal personality functions."

Newlyn blinked a few times as he felt all the mental restraints that had been on him lift, hearing Serathin comment on how it appeared that would have happened in a few hours anyway if he had did nothing. This was the first time that he was able to confront of his friend after everything that he had done to him and got up to meet him face to face. "Excuse me, Mr. Sabrewolf," Newlyn said angrily, causing the hybrid to look at him in surprise. "I BELIEVE that we were about to have sex before you got distracted like you usually do, Master Serathin..."