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Time stopped at some places after the Seven Hour War. The metro stations became temporal shelters for either the Resistance or small groups of survivors, before being abandoned after the Combine Army raided said camps, leaving a trail of death and destruction, as if the ruined cities weren't enough proof of their dominance on Earth. These places were the main source of resources for scavengers and Resistance members for some months until it became too dangerous for anyone to even walk close to them, and so, the metro stations and the tunnel got frozen in time, as not even pests lived there.

But resources were scarce as time passed by, and the need for food and weapons made the Resistance look back at the abandoned camps, hoping that they might still have something useful to the fight--or at least, to live another day.

It took the generator some seconds to start. The electricity brought the light bulbs back to life, one after another, and they flickered across the entire station. For a brief moment, it was just like any other day, with hallways expecting the arrival of hundreds of citizens. But those days were long gone, and the only visitor the station would have that day wasn't looking to travel through the city.

"Phew, I thought this old thing wouldn't work," a voice yelled over the radio, with the noisy engine roaring in the background. "It even has some pieces we could use. Hurry up so I could scrap it! Over."

"Got it. Any idea of how long it would last? Over."

"Eh... not really. It's looking good so far but it could break at any moment. You know, it has been without use for years. Over."

"Great. I'll see what I can find. I might not have a signal once I walk in. If I don't reply over the next hour, scrap it and go back to the camp. Over and out."

Gale put the old radio back into one of his pockets and walked down the ruined stairs leading into the Metropolitan Metro Station, or at least that's what he understood from the rusty signal outside. He had vague memories of how the world was before the Combine invaded Earth, but names of streets or stations were not part of said memories.

The dragon walked down carefully, with the unnerving sensation that he was entering into the maw of a sleeping beast. Unlike many other dragons out there, Gale had no scales but fur. Most of it was ocean blue, with the exception being his palms, chest, belly, and under his chin and tail, where the fur had a creamy color, just like his mane, that went all the way back to his nape. His white wings had feathers too, and some Resistance members liked to say it made him look like an angel. A fallen angel, he believed, since his fur was messy and his body was out of shape due to the lack of food.

The flickering lights welcomed him; it was a surprise most of them were still functional after all that time. Gale jumped over the broken turnstiles and inspected the entrance. There were some old skeleton remains, and his first instinct was to check their clothes, but none of them were his size, and some even were in a worse state than his old, ragged clothes. The dragon let out a disappointed sigh.

After that, he noticed the dozens--maybe even hundreds--of bullet holes over the walls. His fingers moved over them. They had different sizes and shapes, remarking the notorious difference between the Earth and the Combine arsenal. What his SMG1 could do after shooting 45 rounds, most of the Combine weapons could do it with just one or two rounds. It was terrifying.

Gale advanced through the station, seeing the same scenario of death and destruction. The air was humid, and the buzzing sound coming from the light bulbs became louder as he progressed. According to the leader, the maintenance tunnel located in the Line 4 platform was the last accessible entrance to an old camp.

While there was no evidence that the Combine still had active camps inside the metro stations, Gale walked with his SMG1 ready to shoot. After all, zombies were also a threat, and the last thing he wanted was a headcrab jumping over him. The ruined hallways had several pillars that worked as cover, and he had a lot of ground to run in case of an ambush.

But as he moved down the station, he was glad to see there was not a single living thing in there. Gale relaxed. It seemed that would be an easy scavenging mission, a luxury during those times.

The dragon reached the platform some minutes later. A derailed subway blocked the path into the maintenance tunnel. Gale squeezed through the wreckage to reach the other side, tearing off even more of his already old clothes. "No surprise the Combine didn't close this entrance," he struggled to say, imagining one of those brutes trying to fit into that path. Besides some brushes and oil stains on his fur, Gale made it to the other side, where the light coming from the tunnel entrance guided him.

"Gale to Firehawk. I reached the camp. Over." The radio replied only with static. Gale tried again, but the response was the same. Just as he expected, he was alone there. "I should still have around 45 minutes before he turns off the generator. This better have something worth it."

Gale entered the narrow pathway, whose walls were covered by rusty pipes. The lightbulbs were less functional there, flickering more constantly; some even exploded as Gale made his way through that labyrinth. Using a spray can, he marked down his path and the rooms he explored; the tunnel was supposed to lead to the offices, but some paths were dead-ends or maintenance rooms with nothing of interest on them.

After some excruciating minutes, Gale stopped in front of a metal door that had the Lambda logo on it. He sighed in relief and pushed against the door; to his surprise, the door swung open with no effort, and the dragon fell to the ground, rising a cloud of dust with him. A deep growl of anger came from his throat, but it didn't last long; his eyes opened wide when he saw the old door falling, and he rolled away, evading the heavy metal by mere inches. Gale recovered immediately and pointed the SMG1 at both sides of the hallway, but no one appeared.

"At this rate, the stress is gonna kill me first," he muttered.

While the hallway wasn't that different from the maintenance tunnel--with some pipes and ventilation shafts on the roof--its gray walls and white lights reminded him of a hospital. It was a more welcoming and familiar area than the narrow tunnel from where he came. The boss didn't make a map for him, and his description of the layout wasn't good. Gale usually explored the stations and platforms; he wasn't familiar with the "employee's area" of the subway, which meant he would have to check every room.

And so he did. Without lowering his guard, Gale entered each and every room he found, from small offices to security booths, checking drawers, cabinets, and lockers alike. There were faded pictures, old maps, empty food cans, but nothing really useful, aside from some ammunition and medical supplies, although some of the pills had expired already.

"Gale to Firehawk. Gale to Firehawk. This place is empty. Over."

Once again, the radio only offered a white sound. Being alone and without support wasn't precisely the best scenario, even with no enemies around. He knew the metro stations had nothing of value after all those years, but the boss insisted on the mission, and now he had less than 30 minutes to find something of value or go back before being stuck in a dark station.

It was during that desperation that he kicked the right wooden door. The shower room was the last place where he expected to find a piece of Combine technology. He knew it was Combine, he would recognize the aesthetic anywhere. Located at the end of the room, close to the showers, the machine was as big as a chest freezer. Most of the surface was gray, with a red square in the front that had the Combine logo. Several tubes connected the back of the machine to some sort of generator hanging from the roof. As Gale approached the machine, a piece of it extended from the left side; it was like a projector, with a lens in the middle surrounded by blue light.

Did the Resistance have it? Or did the Combine leave it there? What surprised him was the fact that it was still working and it didn't look old. Not only that, but it reacted to his presence as if it had been expecting someone to find it after all those years.

Something on the ground caught his attention after kicking it. Gale picked up a small artifact, almost the size of his radio. It had two digital displays on the front and a small rod at the top of it with two triangles, one white and the other red. On the left side, it had a small trigger. It appeared that someone fixed it and put some duct tape in the base to hold it together, and while the displays didn't show any info, the artifact was still on and functional.

Gale inspected it for a moment, then went back to the machine. There was a piece in the front, close to the projector, that had an opening divided in red and white. He pondered about it for a moment before putting the rod inside the opening and turning it to the right like a key. Much to his surprise, the machine reacted immediately; the hole where he put the rod extended and a small lens turned on. Gale backed up in fear that he activated some sort of defense mechanism; instead, he saw the projection of the 3D image of nine spheres. Most of them were red, but the one in the middle was blue, and it was connected through red lines to four other spheres. The blue one also had a silhouette of the same artifact Gale picked up.

The dragon scratched his head. He wasn't sure of what to do. No other piece of the machine reacted, so he deducted the projection should turn it on. He inspected the spheres, then went back to the artifact. Gale decided to match it with the silhouette projected. Nothing happened at first, but his curiosity led him to push the trigger, and the blue sphere got stuck to the rod.

Gale stared in disbelief. As long as he kept the trigger pushed, the small artifact moved the blue sphere anywhere. He never thought it was possible to manipulate a hologram like that. And not only did the sphere move, but the red lines did it too. And when one of them connected to another red sphere, the line changed to blue. Gale frowned, then his eyes opened wide as he realized what he had to do.

Carefully moving the sphere across the projection zone, he searched for the right position where the lines connected with the remaining red spheres. It was harder than he expected, as the position had to be perfect, or it wouldn't connect. But once he found it, all lines and spheres became blue. Gale released the trigger, and the hologram disappeared.

"Combine Fabricator online," a male voice said.

The machine opened from the middle, revealing a cavity composed of several semicircular pieces lined up, with blue lines on top of it. Another panel moved to the left, from where a led screen came out. It turned on, displaying the phrase "Insert weapon in cradle", with some arrows pointing at the semicircular pieces. On the lower part of the screen, it said there was no resin available.

"Combine Fabricator...?" Gale never heard about it. He didn't remember either a member of the Resistance talking about a machine like that one. The dragon swiped the screen to the right, and more options appeared, with the top one being "Weapons". He whistled when he saw the vast list of options available; his finger hovered over the one saying "Heavy Energy Shotgun". When he pressed it, a hologram of the weapon appeared on top, and the screen displayed the modifications available. Gale immediately recognized the weapon; it was mostly used by heavily armored drones, and he knew it packed a punch.

It was the jackpot. That Fabricator was exactly what the Resistance needed. An overexcited Gale jumped and clapped his hands, anxious to see what it could do. He pushed the "Print" button, but the male voice replied immediately. "No resin available. Please refill the resin container to proceed."

"What...?" His excitement turned into deception. Without resin, the machine was useless. He looked around hoping to find what he needed. But something told him the Combine wouldn't put a label on their stuff to find it easier.

He found a black cylinder behind the Fabricator, with an opening above it revealing a white material. He had a hunch that it was what he needed. On the right side of the machine was a similar cylinder connected to a tube. After replacing it with the full one, the voice said: "Available resin: 98%".

"Yes!" Gale screamed and went back to the screen. The "Print" button became available again. Gale decided to play around with the modifications and installed an extended magazine. After he pushed the button, small syringes appeared from the circular cavity, and started to make a 3D printing of the shotgun using the resin. The cavity extended outside the Fabricator so the weapon could fit on it.

Gale had no words to describe the process. A real Combine shotgun was appearing right in front of him. With a length of around 25 inches, the silver metal looked almost real. Gale never had a chance to see one so close; for a moment he thought it was some kind of rocket launcher, as even the barrel was bigger than any other shotgun he had seen before. The Resistance would be pleased with that discovery.

"Project complete," announced the male voice.

The weapon was beautiful, to say the least. Gale was fully aware of how devastating that thing was, and he still couldn't do but appreciate the elegance in the details. His hands hovered over it. It was his first time trying a Combine weapon. What the Resistance would think after seeing him walking back into the camp carrying that thing?

His excitement didn't last. He almost dropped the gun the moment he picked it up from the Fabricator. It was heavier than what he anticipated, and the grip wasn't that comfortable. The drones made it look easier. Gale knew he wouldn't be able to bring that thing with him, but he could at least try it and, if it worked properly, maybe print something lighter.

Gale pressed the trigger, but instead of the blast, the same male voice said. "Error. The current user is not authorized to use this equipment. Please ensure your current armor is online."

He didn't understand at first, so he pulled the trigger again only to receive the same answer. A Combine Charger? Weren't those the heavy brutes that usually carried the Energy Shotgun. It would make sense for an advanced piece of technology to require authorization of some sort, which rendered the Fabricator useless for the entire Resistance. Gale ended up throwing the shotgun away. "It was too heavy, anyway!" He expressed, trying to hide his frustration even when he was alone. What was the point in having a key piece like that if they couldn't use it? He even considered for a moment destroying that thing.

Instead, the dragon took deep breaths and went through his options. Firehawk was about to turn off the generator. The camp had nothing else of value. His best choice was to go back. But something was still bothering him. He couldn't just leave the Fabricator there. The Combine left it there for a reason. There must have been something he could do with it!

Despite knowing his chances of failure, Gale decided to go one last time through the list of items available, hoping to find something that didn't require any kind of authorization. He went through the weapons and accessories but all of them listed a particular piece of hardware to ensure their functionality. Decided to check all the possible options, he finally pressed the armor button.

The display listed all the different pieces available for printing. Gale assumed the Fabricator allowed the Combine soldiers to change damaged pieces individually, instead of replacing the entire armor--it was a faster process and it might even open the door for multiple modifications, depending on the situation.

At the end of the list, he found the full armor sets for all the different Combine soldiers. He started to check each one of them, with the hologram offering him a good 3D image of the set in question. It was then when a brilliant idea came to him--if the Shotgun require the Combine Charger armor, then he might still have a chance! Gale read the remaining options until he found the one he was looking for, and when he pressed it, he blushed right after the hologram appeared in front of him.

The blue image pictured a Combine soldier in a massive piece of armor. It had huge plates covering his chest, belly, and legs, and two big pauldrons. Instead of a helmet, the face was covered with a hood that included a gas mask and a visor glowing in blue light. While Gale couldn't make all the details from the hologram, he recognized the armor. It was a shameful thought, but the dragon had been fantasizing about that armor since his first encounter with a Charger. There was something so exciting about their look that he couldn't explain--especially with the gas mask. Of course, they were the enemy, so Gale never shared that attraction with anyone else, and waited until the night to please himself with the idea of wearing that heavy armor.

The dragon realized that he was in control of the Fabricator. Printing the Charger armor and fulfilling his dream was a possibility. Besides, if it worked properly, he could use it to his advantage. After giving it another use, of course.

"Ok, let's see." His voice was agitated. He was already thinking about how the armor would feel. "It says here there's enough resin. The other materials are already in the machine..." His finger trembled over the button. He was about to do it. He was moments away from wearing that precious armor. Dirty thoughts invaded his mind as he tried to gather the courage to push the button. He took a deep breath and...

"Combine Charger armor selected. Initializing printing process."

A huge smile appeared on Gale's face. It was finally happening. But it was only at that moment when the dragon questioned how it would print it if the armor was too big to fit into the circular cavity.

A set of four mechanical arms extended from the machine--two from each side--and held Gale from wrists and ankles, spreading his legs and raising his arms. His instinct kicked in and the dragon tried to get free from his bonds, but his malnutrition had him in a deplorable state, and he only hurt his limbs during his struggle. "Help!" He screamed, but he knew he was alone in the station. No one would come to his rescue.

Another metal arm appeared, different from the others. It had a small pointer with a black cable connecting it to the Fabricator. A red light scanned his entire body shape from head to toes; it then made a retinal scan that left him with tears in his eye. Gale looked at the display, and a hologram of his body appeared next to the Charger armor--some seconds later, the armor superimposed over his body and changed to fit his height. From the pointer, a dim laser made careful cuts in his dirty clothes to undress him. Gale was surprised that it didn't hurt him, then felt embarrassment for being naked in that position.

"There is no register of the current user. Biometrical data will be taken during the suiting process to synchronize and ensure the correct functionality of Combine equipment."

"So the armor grants the authorization," Gale said. "But is all of this necessary?" He added looking at the clamps holding his wrists.

The circular cavity started to create a black liquid similar to a thick slime. A gray tube appeared from under the cavity and went down Gale's paws. The dragon observed as the same slime came out of the tube and covered both paws. He gasped in fear and surprise when the cold liquid started to move up his legs.

"What is this thing?!" He screamed.

"Current user has displayed a lack of knowledge of Combine technology. Initializing training program," the voice coming from the Fabricator made a pause, and when it talked again, it had a more conciliator tone. "The liquid being poured right now reacts immediately to body heat, creating a sealed latex suit around the user's body. It serves not only as a protection but also keeps track of the user's physical and biometrical information, like current health and limb damage, which is displayed in an easy-to-understand HUD. The use of this suit is required to all Combine soldiers, regardless of their rank or class."

Even with the explanation, it was hard to believe what he was seeing. As the slime continued moving up his body, it also started to solidify. Gale felt the tight latex around his legs. The slime covered the outer side of his body and left his belly and chest alone for the moment. And as it progressed, Gale also started to put his fear behind him to make room for his excitement. He had no words to describe the pleasure caused by the tight latex suit. His legs started to heat some seconds after the slime turned into latex. Gale couldn't stop his tail from wagging when the slime reached it, encasing it in a black and flexible latex cover. Two small tubes helped him to keep his wings folded in a comfortable position as the substance covered them, making them look like a massive shield covering Gale's back.

The dragon was in heaven. And the armor wasn't even finished. He was so excited just for feeling the suit pressing against his body. His legs trembled, and if it wasn't for the robotic arms, he might have felt down his knees at any point. Gale was embarrassed but happy at the same time. It didn't take long for his cock to finally came out from the slit. 10 inches of thick dragon meat already covered in pre, Gale's pride and the treat several members of the camp loved to taste--at that moment was particularly hard, more than he could remember.

The slime finally started to move over his front. Gale drooled when the black liquid reached his cock. He was nervous, but at the same time, he wanted to know how it would feel. The dragon let out a moan when the cold substance covered his shaft, starting from the knot and moving up, pressing it against his belly. It was incredible, far from anything he experienced before. The latex squeezed his cock without hurting him, leaving a notorious bulge.

Gale couldn't see from his perspective the logo of a blue padlock appearing where his bulge was. No, the dragon was too focused on his pleasure that he didn't even notice the hood made of latex that was covering his head, leaving just his face exposed. It wasn't until the male voice spoke right to his ear that he realized how far he was into the process.

"Latex suit ready and functional. Suiting process at 50%."

Gale snapped out of his vivid dream. The dragon realized that his cock was encased under the latex and tried to touch it, only to remember that the metal clamps were still holding him. The Fabricator quickly produced the metal plates that would make the Charger armor, and put them in place one by one, starting with the boots. Gale's fantasy took shape, with each armor piece made to size. The excited dragon couldn't give credit to his eyes as he turned into the very embodiment of his desire.

When the machine made the crotch part of the armor, Gale noticed something different on it, an 8-inches-long anal probe. The dragon chuckled at the idea of having something that big inside.

"I detect a change in your heartbeat after seeing the following piece," the voice spoke. "Due to the time it takes to remove and put back the armor, the anal probe you see has been included for waste management. Don't worry, it has been previously lubricated."

Gale wasn't sure about it at first, but he didn't have much of a choice once he felt the cold metal piece against his entrance. The dragon moaned, experiencing a pleasure mixed with pain as the probe slowly made its way into his hole. While the lubricant did help, his tight entrance still had some trouble taking something that big after a while. His cock throbbed against the latex suit, especially when the probe reached and rubbed his sensitive prostate.

The Fabricator paid no attention to his current state and continued the suiting process while the trembling dragon struggled to get used to the probe. The size and girth had him on the verge of cumming, with tears of pleasure rolling down his cheeks.

"Suiting process at 90%," the male voice announced.

Gale saw the final piece approaching--the gas mask he was so obsessed with. But just like it happened with the crotch part, the mask also had a small probe located in the mouth.

"W-w-what is that thing?" He asked.

"As previously stated, taking the armor is not a recommended choice. The included probe helps to provide the user with the needed nutrients more easily and quickly. It also detects when the user tries to speak and translate the voice in a more authoritarian tone, which some individuals describe as robotic."

Gale swallowed. While the piece wasn't that long, he couldn't imagine how it would feel once inside. The dragon closed his eyes and tried to convince himself he was taking someone's cock. It was made of a more flexible material, and while it didn't hurt or made it gag, it felt weird to take it. It didn't reach his throat, but once the gas mask fused with the latex hood, Gale noticed a switch in his breathing and the sound of it.

"Suiting process finished. Initializing biometrical register."

The visor turned on and Gale was blinded by a strong flash of light. The oral probe took a sample of his saliva. He slowly recovered his sight and was surprised to not only see the room in more detail, but also a yellow HUD displaying his heart rate, current location, and armor damage. What made it better was that whenever he focused on the background, the HUD disappeared, and only came back whenever he wanted to see it.

"User registered. I detect a severe state of malnutrition, which might hinder the user's capability. I also noticed high mental stress. You will be immediately provided with a serum that includes the nutrients needed and the latex suit will help you to reduce your current stress level."

As soon as the machine finished, Gale noticed something warm and thick coming out from the oral probe. The dragon gagged and struggled for a brief moment, but the probe forced him to swallow the substance. The taste was not so different from cum, maybe a little saltier. At the same time, the anal probe and the "cage" pressing his cock started to vibrate. Gale tried to focus on the HUD, which displayed an image of his body, and the areas being stimulated during the process. With his limbs still trapped, he felt humiliated not only for being teased like that but for enjoying it too. The oral probe fed him for around 30 seconds. The physical stimulation continued for around 2 minutes.

"Relaxing process finished," the male voice indicated, and the armor stopped. "A second scanning confirms the user can use the armor at 70% of its capabilities."

The metal clamps opened and Gale took a step forward, almost tripping after being in that position for so long. However, as he tried to move, he noticed how different his body was. He barely noticed the armor weight and his movements didn't feel hindered. It was incredible how natural that thing felt like a second skin made only for himself.

Putting the previous humiliation behind, Gale took the Energy Shotgun from the ground; unlike his first attempt, he didn't have any trouble holding it with both hands. The HUD displayed the weapon on the left, along with the current ammo. Gale pointed at the lockers behind him and pressed the trigger. A blast destroyed two lockers, sending junk flying all over the room. The dragon took a step backward and almost dropped the gun, surprised that it worked.

"Yes!" He yelled. The voice that came from his mouth was mechanical, a detail ignored due to his joy. "The Resistance will be pleased with this."

He was ready to leave when he realized something; he couldn't walk back into the camp looking like a Combine Charger. Well, there was no need to take the armor with him. He already experienced it for a moment, and he could make more Charger suits on a second trip. Gale put the gun down and tried to take off the gas mask, but it didn't come out. He tried with the gloves, the chest plate, the boots, but nothing came out. The dragon started to panic and looked over the Fabricator's options, trying to find a way to take off the suit.

"The current user has been assigned the role of civil protection recruiter," the male voice said. However, Gale heard it inside his head. "Please present to the closest Combine station. Your HUD will display the optimal route."

"What?! No. I am NOT a Combine soldier!" Gale screamed in his robotic voice.

"Detecting disobedience." The cage and anal probe vibrated once again, but with a stronger intensity than the last time. Gale moaned and moved away from the Fabricator. "The current user shall be loyal to the Combine Empire."

"N-no!" Gale screamed again, and the intensity increased. His legs trembled under his weight. He tried to endure the pleasure by focusing on all his hatred for the Combine while trying a second time to get rid of the gas mask. But the moment he pulled it, Gale noticed a strong smell and a salty substance coming from the oral probe. The HUD displayed an increase in his heart rate. Gale felt a strong--almost unbearable--desire for sex. He moaned in his robotic voice and finally fell to his knees.

The anal probe moved in and out inside his hole at a high speed, pushing his prostate with each thrust. The cage continued vibrating, making a mess of his cock under the latex but without giving him the pleasure to cum. The entire suit tightened up. Gale had never experienced that level of pleasure in his life. He wanted to fuck and breed and fuck and breed. It was the only thought in his mind.

"You shall be loyal to the Combine Empire. Our mission is to bring peace and order to this world and many others across the Universe. We desire nothing but the best for all the members of the glorious Combine Empire. And the reward for your loyalty will be immense."

The HUD disappeared, and the visor blinked repeatedly between black and blue. Gale noticed something in between both colors. Images almost imperceptible. Combine Chargers with their cocks out. Sucking each other. Fucking each other. Cumming over their armors. Gale tasted their cum and filled his lungs with their musk.

We're those images real? Those Charger were really fucking? Would Gale experience that? The questions invaded his mind. He knew how wearing the armor was, and how much pleasure it could bring to him. Now the dragon became aware of the possibility of experiencing something even better. A pleasure that only other Chargers could provide him.

"Your reward will be immense," the male voice repeated.

The dragon snapped out and tried to fight back. He refused to be a part of them. But that remaining sanity vanished with each thrust against his prostate. The maddening pleasure, that never-ending lust was crushing what was left of his mind. The images continued blinking, filling his empty head with dirty fantasies that he never imagined could be possible.

The anal probe increased its speed. Gale swore it even became thicker and longer. He laid on his fours and took another deep breath of the aphrodisiacs provided by the mask. In his mind, the probe turned into another Charger's cock. The huge brute was behind him, holding him from the hips while shoving his massive shaft deeper and deeper inside his hole. He felt his passion and his lust and heard the robotic grunts coming from his mask.

Gale looked forward and found another Charger shoving his cock deep into his maw. His musk was so strong, just like the salty taste of his shaft. He pressed his lips around it and let the Charger feed him with a delicious and massive load of cum. And while his mind tricked him, the cage around his cock tightened up even more, something Gale turned into a hand jerking him off.

"Join us. And this shall be yours."

He wanted to cum. He craved for his climax. Gale needed it. But the suit refused him such pleasure. He had to earn his right to cum. The dragon knew that no other male would make him feel what he experienced at that moment--or at least, no one from the Resistance. The pleasure he so desperately needed was among the Combine army. About those brutes in heavy armor. His army. His brutes. His people. He wanted to be one of them.

The suit released a strong discharge at the cage and Gale screamed as he finally had earned his right to cum. His thick cock shot a massive load that spread all over the suit, covering his belly, chest, groin, and legs in his hot dragon seed. The suit sent one discharge after another to prolong his climax, making the pleasure even more intense. Enough to break what was left of his mind. The visor went off, and so did the lights all over the station. And the one left inside the dragon's mind.

The place remained in darkness for several seconds.

"Brainwashing process complete. Please report immediately to your duties."

The visor went back on, with a strong blue light glowing with intensity. Gale stood up and said with a strong, robotic voice. "Yes, Master."