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The Veteran's Desperate Fight

Written by: TiranMaster

Inspired by the works of: Grovedev & Sirizike

Grove was a quiet one to be sure, the blue drake had spoken his name, and that was about it for their travels together into the ruins. To be honest, Jaler himself wasn't too much of a conversationalist either, he left that up to the rookie for the most part. It did make tactical calling a bit hard though as he stood back to back with Grove, several bandages in the shapes of drakes surrounding them. He was preparing himself to start taking a few swings, right up until he heard the ground give way behind him. Grove hardly made a sound even as he fell away into the darkness, Jaler unable to catch his arm in time. "Damn!" he snapped, even as the bandages were attacking him. Deciding that it wasn't a good time to go pit diving, the red veteran started to swing at the bandaged creatures.

They weren't the hardest foes that Jaler had fought before, but they certainly felt strange when some of the bindings wrapped about the red drakes' arms. He grunted as he felt his cock stir behind his loincloth, not a sensation he'd been expecting, but neither was being attacked by reanimated bandages in the first place. Taking a couple of swings at a grouping of the bandages, the scarred veteran smirked as they fell away from his blades. "That's right, you- ack!" his witty retort was broken off as one of the bandages snuck up from behind him and wrapped its way up around his thigh.

Admittedly the feeling wasn't too unpleasant, the bandages were soft against his scales, and they hugged his leg in such a way that he... damn, he hadn't gotten any tail in quite a while. "Not the time!" he snapped at himself, kicking vainly at the bandage even as he whipped his blades around at another of the bandaged creatures. Such was their dance for a few minutes, him attempting to get a foothold, while the glowing purple bandages were slowly chipping away at his clothing. It was somewhat freeing Jaler had to admit, his body being freed up to swing with his full force, even with his older body, he managed to get several whirlwinds of blades flying about him.

Even so, Jaler could feel them in the corners of his mind, dark thoughts... purple thoughts, they tainted his mind. "Lay your weapons down, let us embrace you, become a guardian." The words were shockingly comforting, like the whisper of a lover, he wanted to... his eyes flashed purple for a moment before he bit down on the temptation.

"Go fuck yourself!" he roared, slashing at another group of the ribbons. Somewhere off in the distance he thought he heard the familiar grunts of Grove, closer, but not here yet. Jaler had to clear out the entry hall before the younger warrior came along, it was his duty as the veteran soldier. So he did his job, slicing away, grunting as parts of his body were tangled up by the bandages, aware that his mind was being eaten away a little at a time. He was so ensnared in the process of destroying bandages that he almost missed the one attacking Grove, but he lept into action destroying the creature before it had any chance to capture the blue drake.

Jaler said something, but he couldn't quite make it out over the voices in his head, those seductive voices that clung to him justs like the bandages. " Embrace us, let loose with free thoughts, and take our power." The power did feel good, it made him rigid with excitement, somewhere in the distance he realized he was nude. That... didn't bother him as much as it should've in front of Grove, but the younger drake took him under the arm and led him into their makeshift base.

Sitting on a stool, Jaler waved Grove away while the younger drake fussed over him, looking over the older warrior's "wounds". Jaler knew he wasn't injured, not physically at least, the bandages had finally slid off and he'd been able to pull his clothes back on. That... didn't matter though, he still felt the fingers of those bandages in his mind, tempting him... weadling away at his mental fortitude. "Go do something useful, try to open that door," he finally said, tired of Grove's prattling. The younger drake hesitated, but did as he was commanded leaving Jaler with some peace and quiet.

Alone at last, Jaler contemplated jerking off, he was horny... overwhelmingly so, the creatures had done a number on him. It had been a long time since he'd been this horny, heck, he'd even considered asking Grove briefly if he would've wanted to take a roll in the sand. Thankfully he'd tempered down those thoughts, but it wasn't easy... Off in the distance he thought he heard a beep, something slid out of the way... and then he was surrounded. Two of those bandaged monsters were there, he jumped out of his seat and grabbed for his blades. One of them slipped out of his hand, impaling itself in the stool, while the other was held tightly in his fist.

The two bandaged creatures were too close though, they grabbed onto his arms, and more of those damned bandages started to wrap about him. Grove rushed in, a look of panic on his face, and Jaler had to center himself. If he allowed the kid to throw himself into harms way again, he might get hurt, so instead he shook his head even as the words started to boom into his head. " There's no fighting it, our Master will embrace your thoughts, you will be reconditioned." Grove hesitated, it was long enough for Jaler to relax in the grip of the two bandaged goons as he saw something small flying towards him.

He'd seen it before... something following them in the darkness, he recognized it, but this time there was no avoiding it. Jaler's head snapped back as the rubber arms embraced his head, his eyesight taken up by a bright purple square. The grip of the two mummies lifted up taking the red drake with them, he couldn't do anything but sit there as the purple overtook everything. It was everywhere, tak1ng up everyth1ng. A new pr0gr@ming to take up his mind, to turn h1m into a proper serv@nt.

Somewhere in the distance Jaler knew that Grove would follow, would try to free him, that was... nice. It didn't matter though, he was enraptured by the pleasure of his change. From the visor upon his face, rubber was spreading out, black as pitch, spreading down his scales and smoothing them into perfection. He was becoming perfect, @s the Master demanded. His scar was covered up, his old clothes vanishing, bandages the only remaining aspect of what had been done to him. No, not him, It, it was a drone under the control of its Master.

Stepping onto the ground, the drone's rubber claws squeaked ever so slightly as it gripped its dagger in one hand. Conditioning was under way, extraneous thoughts and personality being deleted bit by bit. That felt good, that felt right, that was the way its Master had decided. Dragonkind would bow before its Master, and the drone would delight in that even as its cock was tucked away into a bulge. If it needed it, or rather, if its Master needed it, the drone would be allowed to have a cock. For the moment, it waited, waited for the blue drake to come, so that it would claim him for its Master.