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09 of Inconspicuous' Hypnovember 2022

For TeryxC by g472y

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"Yaaaaaawwnn..."

The blue and yellow rain dragon jingled his keys in his hands, twirling the keyring around his finger. His tail swished slowly behind him, his face bearing an expression of clear content. His brown jacket was folded and draped over his right shoulder, laptop bag straps draped over his left. He was tired, weary, and more than eager to relax after a long day at work. He hummed a familiar tune that was inexplicably stuck in his head, his mind unable to immediately grasp where exactly it came from. He paused before the front door of his abode, head pointed down as he clutched his keys, picking out the correct one to slot into the keyhole.

Click!

Teryx pushed open the front door, the lightly fragrant aroma of a functioning plug-in air freshener immediately wafting into his nostrils. Taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh, he stepped forward and kicked off his shoes, bending down to place them beside the door as his feet tread upon soft carpet. He shook his bag off his shoulders down into his hands, placing it off to the side to lean against the wall. He no longer needed to care about its contents until tomorrow, a comfortable smile spreading across his face as he reached up for his red striped necktie as well. With a swift tug it was pulled out from his collar, the dragon folding it around in his hand before tossing the silken wad across the room to land onto a drab, fabric couch in dire need of new upholstery. His jacket was treated much more delicately, lifted from his shoulders to be hung atop a vacant coat hook. His hands reached up towards the ceiling, balled together into clenched, tight fists, raising his arms up high as his shirt naturally came untucked from his pants. Teryx murred softly as he slowly leaned back and to the left, bending his spine and torso before shifting to stretch the other side.

"Alright, what do I got in the fridge..." he mumbled to himself, hands swinging down to his sides as he sauntered over towards the kitchenette. Pulling open the refrigerator door, his face and bright blue body were met with a cold, colorless glow, and revealed to his bright yellow eyes were mostly empty shells of frosty white plastic. There was a half-gallon jug of milk with barely enough to add to coffee. Pushed towards the back was a takeout box of rice, but unfortunately there wasn't anything particularly saucy to pair it with. There was a half-empty bag of baby carrots beside a tin with only residual hummus still clinging to the sides.

"Huh, right. I guess I was supposed to get groceries today..." the rain dragon blinked, realizing that the date was indeed Thursday scratching his chin as he considered consuming the rest of his spartan stockpile. While his stomach was indeed rumbling, deep down he desired something more than reheated rice and carrots. He ultimately decided to close the fridge door, his eyes immediately then meeting a magnet stuck to its surface bearing the likeness of a pizza situated above a ten-digit number.

Teryx tossed his body onto his worn and well-used couch face first, sagging into the soft cushions that were no longer springy. He grunted as he lifted his head, reaching out for the TV remote that was placed just too far away on the coffee table, frowning as he opened and closed his hands and wished that he had telekinesis. Groaning, he gave in to his desire to slake his growing boredom and repositioned himself to sit upright, leaning over as he finally grabbed onto its smooth, black surface.

Knock knock knock!

"Huh? That was fast," he murmured, greatly anticipating the upcoming feast of baked bread with tomato sauce and cheese. He quickly let go of the remote, tossing it onto the couch this time for convenience before pushing himself up and off the seat, striding towards the door after plucking a couple bills out from his wallet. The dragon placed his hand onto the doorknob, turning it clockwise before pulling open the door. His excitement rapidly deflated as instead of an orange uniform-clad individual bearing two boxes worth of pizza and garlic knots, he saw a German shepherd dressed in a very fine suit and tie with rectangular-rimmed spectacles placed across the bridge of his muzzle. The canine's hands were hidden, placed behind his back as he grinned a confident, mischievous grin.

Goddamn missionaries, the dragon thought as he rolled his eyes, ready to close the door as soon as he could. "Sorry, not interested," he'd blurt, immediately trying to draw his eyes away to eliminate any chance of accidental eye contact.

"I think you might want to reconsider that," the dog interjected calmly, his deep brown gaze somehow managing to stop the door from closing and snaring the turning head as eyes locked upon eyes.

"Huh?" the rain dragon paused, his pupils constricting as he heard the stranger speak. There was an ominous familiarity about him, a sense of déjà vu that balanced right at the tip of Teryx's mind that no amount of racking nor jostling could manage to dislodge. Who is this person and where did he know him from? were questions that buzzed frantically around his brain as he practically tasted the power of authority exuding simply from how the dog just stood there. Eyes stared into eyes; all Teryx could see were two beautiful but opaque hazelnut orbs, but it didn't feel like the stranger's gaze stopped at the surface. His whole soul felt fondled and groped, his heart fluttering within his chest, bouncing around like a fly trapped within a jar. There was a tension that permeated his body, feeling as if he was a rollercoaster just about to crest the first hill, as if he was a gun with bullet loaded and chamber primed, as if he were a marionette whose owner was already holding his cross brace, but the strings were not yet taut. The dog's voice was smooth and silky, flowing like cream through the dragon's perked ears, in from one side and out from the other, seeping through and soaking into the sponge that sat in between. "Who... are you?"

"You don't need to think about that, Teryx," the German shepherd spoke, his smile getting wider and wider. "All that you need to care about is how you're going to open that door wider for me."

How did he know my name? A shiver ran down the dragon's spine, his teeth clenched with surprise. So fixated on this question was Teryx that he failed to notice his arms slowly expanding, widening the crack in the door that he used to peek at the stranger. Wider and wider, growing more and more relaxed as he saw the dog step forward, closer to him. By the time Teryx had mustered the will to compel himself to object to this advance, a canine muzzle was already placed up against the side of his face, breathing softly up against the velvety pink skin of his right ear. His eyes were wide open as he heard him speak once again.

" Unit 72: System Reboot"

It was like a key being turned within its keyhole. A switch being flipped within the deepest, innermost regions of his mind. The trillions of thoughts and theories buzzing within his brain all happened to vanish at once, obliterated from existence as the rain dragon stared forward past a thousand yards, eyes like two monitors both bearing blue crash screens. All his wants and worries, comments and concerns were no longer present as his conscious mind was reduced to a blank, blissful white void, but not for very long. Only seconds would pass as unearthed from the deepest regions, dredged from archives that he didn't even know ever existed, alternate routines and priorities would surface and supplant those that had suddenly gone missing. New cartridges slid into empty racks. Discs slipped into vacant readers. Cables were unplugged here and plugged in elsewhere by an automatic, unseen force, the labyrinthine conformation of the rain dragon's brain shuddering, shifting, adapting to fit its new nature. Slowly, surely the lights flickered back on inside the dragon's head.

"Close the door and turn around, Teryx."

Askim, his Master. An overwhelming feeling of blissful reverence and obedience spread throughout the dragon's body as he immediately realized who this person was. With a pleasant, vapid grin spread across his face, his eyes as blank as his mind, his hands pushed back against the doorknob, guiding back gently the door until he heard a soft, subtle, click. And as additionally requested, Teryx then turned around with swift about hace, discovering a dog whose jacket, shirt and pants had already been removed, folded neatly and placed upon the surface of his coffee table, a hand wrapped around an impressively girthy, twitching red rod. Without even being told to do so, the dragon's mind compelled him to nod and bow, to submit to his superior.

"Good job, Teryx," the German shepherd grinned, his tail wagging as it softly bats against the couch. The Master beckoned his servant over with a wave of his hand. "How have things been going? Are you still working at that job at TechCorp?"

Teryx stepped forward, nodding with affirmation as he spoke with voice dreamy and wavering. "I have been doing well, Master."

"Good It's been years since I've last saw you," the German shepherd's eyes locked onto the dragon's. "I've been looking for you ever since the project was shut down for.... ethical concerns. Take off your shirt and pants, Teryx. Slowly."

He acted without thinking, his hands reaching up to his collar to act out the will of his Master. With great care his shirt would be unbuttoned to reveal his light blue chest, slid off his shoulders and discarded onto the floor. His slacks would soon follow as he unzipped his fly and unbuttoned his pants, underwear included as he pushed them down to his feet to reveal his muscular blue legs. Protruding from his body, angled slightly further up than perpendicular would be his throbbing, pink manhood, ridged along the bottom. His eyes watched as Askim stood up from the couch, beckoning the dragon to come even closer.

"Not that you could even care right now, but I honestly used to think I was straight until I discovered your cock. Position yourself behind me," the German shepherd said, crouching down and then kneeling, leaning forward and then placing his hands onto the floor.

Teryx mind only thought of the things pertinent to his service, the comments and anecdotes flying up and over his head, in one ear and out the other while filtering for orders and commands between lines. Deep down within his shackled psyche he knew what his Master wanted him to do. Memories momentarily popped up of his prior service, of an experimental past long since forgotten. Of a seemingly endless routine of shameless experiments and ecstasy, of mysterious blackouts and shameless servitude. His eyes would briefly shimmer with excitement as stood behind his Master, his cock twitching with pre running down the underside.

"Fuck me, Teryx."

The voice was gruff and powerful, shooting up into the rain dragon's mind as it nearly compelled him to cum on the spot. But that would be disobedience thus such an action was unfathomable. His vapid smile would spread into a toothy grin, the serpent's tail swishing behind him as he joined the dog to kneel on the floor, knees splayed out as he placed his hand upon his Master's hips and guided his cock forward with pre-programmed aim and dexterity. The hole tightly squeezed against his sensitive shaft, the dragon biting his lip and rolling his eyes, letting out a faint murmur of a moan as he felt the dance of a bushy tail brushing against his chest.

Askim would shudder, trembling as he felt the dragon's cock gently prod against his prostate. With a guttural grunt, his fingers clenched the carpet as he barked out yet another order.

"_Fuck me _hard, Teryx!"

The dragon pulled his hips back with all restraints released, only to push forward as hard as he could. The draconic cock buried itself within the canine's rear with pinpoint precision only to retract and repeat its strike yet again. Back and forth, back and forth, Teryx pierced the prostate every time with the force of a bullet speeding out of a barrel, causing a cascade of sparks to shower from Askim's every nerve, causing the dog to clench down harder like a vice upon the dragon's sliding cock. Their eyes would roll up into their heads, their jaws would both slacken with tongues drooped out; both their brains were bathed in luscious baths of milky ambrosia, drowning in the absolute, unadulterated pleasure.

"F-fffuuuuck!!"

Both dog and dragon would be pushed to the precipice, the limit of their libidos. Teryx reared back with one final pull, his cock nearly slipping out of Askim's ass. With a final advance, an ultimate assault, the servant speared into his Master and their climaxes would be synchronized. Their heads snapped back, moaning as a choir enraptured in ecstatic bliss. The dragon's claws would clench upon the canine's thigh, the canine threatening to rip the carpet off from the floor.

The storm would soon part and both bodies would shudder. Clenched muscles would soften and unclench, arms and legs suddenly feeling like Jell-O. Still locked within the throes of their coitus, Askim collapsed forward and Teryx soon followed, both drifting off into a hazy slumber, lulled in by the inviting warmth of the afterglow.

Their subsequent snoring would ultimately be disturbed by the sounds of three swift knocks on the door followed by the tired croak of a worn, weary voice.

"Pizza delivery!"