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The wolf found the wall after a month and a half of stumbling around the heavily wooded road. Calling it a road was generous; the path was poorly cleared and large sections of it dissolved into nothing but trees. But he made it to the wall, beyond that was what the dragons called the northern expanse. He wasn't expecting a welcome party but the lack of anything was eerie. There had to be watch guards, or a gate house. There was nothing but a crack filled paved road leading past the border wall. He noted the decrepit condition of the wall as he passed through. Holes spackled the wall, rusty rebar jutting out. The rebar was bent, looking like something punched through.

Maybe some sort of enemy artillery?

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The wolf mused on the holes as he passed by, stopping for a second when he noticed one massive hole had the rebar bent outward, like something inside had broken out. He felt his nerves working overtime as he imagined what kind of monster could have made that hole. His paw clasped his sheathed knife looking for reassurance, it only helped a little. His first step past the wall was uneventful, opening up to a dirt path cutting through a large field curtained by trees. The sun was beginning to sink.

I Better set up camp before nightfall.

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He scanned the tree line for a flat patch of ground to get his tent up. Back home he would opt for just a sleeping bag but he wasn't sure what kind of wildlife these woods might contain. A glimpse of a small clearing with a large tent in the middle perked the wolf's ears up. If a tent was there the wolf figured maybe the owner would be nearby. He approached still slightly apprehensive, but he heard that the team sent from the main city would constantly set camps up as they scouted the area.

Well fire's still smoldering but no one's here, might as well hang around.

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He dropped his bag before rolling his shoulders out, finally free of all that weight he had been around. His leather garb was shed next, left next to the tent's opening, he didn't want it sweaty for the work he was about to do. The firewood pile was down to a few sticks and if he was going to leech off the already set up camp, the least he could do was a little work. He twirled his axe in a paw and began humming as he chopped a few large branches off one of the trees behind the tent. Sweat made his fur glisten in the dying light and beads rolled down his forehead. He swung the axe for the final time, splitting the last branch down the middle. A light stinging radiated down his arm and he watched a faintly glowing insect flying away until it was a purple glowing spec, then gone into the tree line.

Shit, shit! I hope that didn't have any sort of disease or something. It feels oddly, warm...

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The wolf looked at the bite mark on his arm. For some reason the fear of disease slid from his mind leaving the warm sensation radiating from the odd pink symbol on his arm. He picked the chopped wood up, bringing it to the fire's remains. More wood, dry leaves, puff of air, roaring flames. Orange wisps flickered in his eyes, but no matter how close he sat to the fire the radiating warmth in his body was all he felt. It would be annoying if it didn't feel so, good. It felt so good his paw was reaching down without him realizing, prodding into the tight spandex he was wearing to grip his sheath. There was already a dark wet spot forming and he peeled the material down for easier access to play with his balls. The tip of his dick was barely poking out of the sheath and it was dripping a near constant stream of pre. His idle paw reached up under his cloth shirt curiously playing with a nipple. The wolf was never really into playing with pecs but it felt like they were buzzing with electricity, and each little rub and squeeze sent tingles of pleasure down his stomach and into his brain.

Fuck, it feels like I could... I could just do this forever, like that.

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A chord was struck in the wolf's brain and his head leaned back; a long sensual moan crept out his throat. Like he was feeling himself for the first time. His eyes were closed, just enjoying the warm pleasant tingling enveloping him. When he opened them again he was staring at the upside down silhouette of a heavily blushing figure. Suddenly he was snapped out of the haze enveloping him. He snapped his presoaked spandex back up and ripped his hand out of his shirt before snatching his cuirass off the ground and quickly slipping it on. Still panting heavily he drew his dagger and waited to hear something from the stunned figure just barely on the edge of the firelight.

"Uh h-hello?" The figure stepped further into the light, arrow knocked in their bow but the string wasn't drawn. Draconic in nature his scales caught the light first, then his light scout armor. His pastel blue face scales were still tinged red with blush, he swallowed hard causing his adam's apple to bob up and down his beige throat.

"O-oh s-sorry." The wolf was mortified, wondering just how much of the show the ranger had seen. Based on the visible tent in their pants it was evident to be more than he would have hoped, humiliation caused his face to begin burning red. The glint of a silver badge on the ranger's quiver strap made the wolf drop his dagger to the ground in realization. "This is your camp, isn't it?"

"Yeah! But, I mean, you should stay the night. For sure!" The ranger stored his arrow before resting his bow and quiver on a log near the fire. "Thanks for getting some more wood by the way, I was never really good at that..."

"No problem, it was least I could do!" The awkward air was still heavy in the air but as the wolf sat cross legged in the grass looking at the dragon over the fire, it was slowly dissipating. The more reason returned to him the more embarrassed he felt. "By the way, what I was just doing..."

"Don't mention it!" The ranger squirmed in his seat and averted his gaze. "Really, as odd as it sounds, that kinda thing happens all the time... Especially to me..."

"All the time?" The last part was whispered so quiet it was barely audible to the wolf over the fire. His ears perked.

"Yeeeeeah all the time, that's why we try to keep field reports back home vague. Usually it's just 'Grove rescued someone from somewhere, they're expected to make a full recovery.' He seems to put in the most work around here, I can't really keep up with him like, at all." The blue dragon's eyes lit up when he mentioned that name, but quickly faded back to unease when he carried on.

"Grove?"

"Oh! Yeah, I guess you wouldn't know him! He's like an all around work horse, barely sleeps and I keep telling him to relax more but he just keeps going on expedition after expedition and I just, am rambling, again... Sorry."

"No no, that's fine. Honestly, I haven't had a good chat with anyone in a few weeks, your friends back home didn't seem to take to me well. Basically pointed me in this direction and told me to look for the primary division and help them out if I wanted any answers from them. This Grove guy, is he part of the primary division?"

"No, he's like me. We're both in the secondary division. But Grove should be primary if not higher. He's actually been trying to figure out what happened to them. So far he's only manage to find a few of them, and they seem, off?"

"Off?" The wolf cocked his head, hoping for more context.

"Well, I didn't know them before but they couldn't have been so..." The ranger trailed off looking for words and squirming again.

"So?"

"Voraciously horny!" The squeaky response flew out, the dragon buried his face in his paws. The wolf was speechless as a torrent of word flew from the ranger. "One of them has a bat creature as a fuck buddy and I hear them fucking late at night when my window is open and the other one is obsessed with black latex and blue slimes!"

The wolf felt his jaw go agape. "So when you said all the time?"

"Aaaaaall the time..."

The two sat in silence for a while the wolf processed the new information of the place he stepped into. He didn't even know what blue slimes were but he could hazard a guess. The ranger grabbed a log and tossed it into the fire.

"My name is Kuno by the way... sorry for the way you were treated at the capital, they're, not very outsider friendly. And well, you're not what we'd call a traditional visitor, never seen anything quite like you before. I mean I've heard of werewolves before."

"Werewolf?" The wolf scoffed. "Not a werewolf, it's not even a full moon man."

"Oh yeah right right."

"Splicer, name's Splicer. I'm a normal wolf, well not normal but you know..."

"Oh I see... So Splicer, what was the question you wanted answers for? Seems like you came a long way, maybe I might know something!"

Splicer pulled back his leather sleeve just enough to show off his left forearm but making sure to keep the bug bite hidden. His arm's veins shone bright blue, more than bright enough to pierce through his sleet grey fur.

"I heard stories of a species who had glowing arms that gave them special abilities or powers."

"Whoa can I see?" Kuno almost jumped through the fire in his rush to see the wolf's arm closer. He rubbed the fur up and down causing Splicer to shiver at the sensation. The ranger was so close and he could feel them poking at the crackling electricity under his skin. He could smell the light sweat of a hard days work and he felt his mind start wandering back to the tented dragon's dick. What size and shape it was, what it might taste like. "Hmmmm... nope!"

"Nope? No? Nothing?" Splicer's focus snapped back, appalled by the curt shut down of his months of searching.

"Oh I mean no, it's not like ours but it's similar!" Kuno looked up just long enough to see the horror on the wolf's face. "Ours is like a tattoo on the scale and yours is under the skin. We kind of have to call ours out and yours looks like it's always on. So yeah no, it's definitely different."

All that money, all this time, wasted...

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Splicer's mouth felt dry and he swallowed hard.

"Those fucking assholes back at the capital could have told me that." Splicer muttered under his breath. "I appreciate the hospitality and I'll be on my way out at first light then."

"Wait but..." Kuno dropped the wolf's arm. "Please stay, at least a while longer. You seem like a well-versed explorer and we need all the help we can get here."

"I've wasted enough time already and I need to find out what's up. I have no idea why I'm like this and it honestly scares me."

Kuno looked up and noticed another glowing blue mark dropping from the wolf's right eye, splitting off in two fishhooks.

"Wait! I don't know anything, but I know someone who knows a lot of stuff. He owns the inn at the settlement and he's managed to get a hold of some pretty secret stuff, maybe he could help?"

"DAMN!" Splicer shouted maybe a little louder than he intended to.

"No shhhh-sh-sh-sh. Shut up, don't make any sudden loud noises!" Kuno's eyes scanned the circle of light shed by the fire for any darting creatures or shadows.

"Sorry, that's just basically what drug me out here in the first place... But you seem cool and I'm already out here so I guess I can kick around a bit longer..."

"Yeah? I'm super glad to hear! Although I should clear your entrance with everyone back at the settlement. Security has gotten a lot tighter ever since Sulik moved in. I'm sure it'll be fine though!"

"Alright when will that happen?"

"I could leave now, probably should. That tent would be cramped if we both slept in there tonight anyways..." Kuno's voice trailed off as he looked at the ground. "Also did anything grab you, or maybe bite you? Even a little thing?"

"No, can't say anything did." Splicer felt his own voice trail off as he tossed another branch on the fire. Somehow his mind was telling him not to mention the odd purple bug and the pink mark it left and he rolled his sleeve back down.

"I'll be back as early as I can tomorrow, try not to let the fire die tonight and sorry for leaving you all alone like this but, the sooner you get to the settlement the better." Kuno's voice hardened as he picked up his bow and quiver. His arm began glowing a bright yellow patchwork of intricate lines. Surely the pattern was important but the meaning was lost to the wolf. Then, the dragon was gone far down the path, trailing a yellow line behind him, another line, further away, then the dragon was gone in a yellow glowing spec.

Well that was weird, wonder why he got so serious like that about the fire.

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** ** Splicer looked down at the fire and the pile, he threw a few more branched into the dying embers, coaxing it back to brilliant life. He would probably have enough wood to last the night. He couldn't help but shiver still at the warning, he felt like a little pup who had been told a scary campfire story and he found himself scanning the shadows around the fire for movement. He could swear there was something blacker than night swirling around the edge of the clearing, drawing closer and backing off. He shivered again and tossed another branch on the fire.

Mind's playing tricks on me

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_ _ Exhaustion overcame the wolf all at once as the day's travel hit him. He looked to the tent and piled the remaining firewood into the stone circle. Stripping his armor and clothes off he tossed them into the tent dragging his bag behind him, making sure to seal the flaps. He saw a prepared sleeping bag on the floor already but he didn't want to get someone else's bag dirty so he rolled his own out next to the other. There was more than enough space for both of the in the tent. Maybe he had put the dragon off earlier with the jacking off, yelling and acting like a ass.

He leaned over to the empty bag and took a deep breath, the same earthy mix of sweat and soil the wafted off the ranger met him and he felt his mind start wandering back to nasty thoughts of what he and the dragon ranger could do together. But the call to sleep even cut through those thoughts as he laid his muzzle down across his arm. Splicer drifted off into a deep sleep. It was all black at first, pink symbols cut through, incomprehensible to the wolf but evidently trying to be understood by him. Everything went black again.

"Splicer? Hello?" A voice roused him from his deep sleep. Splicer stretched out, noticing the harsh sunlight hard on tent's fabric. It had to be near mid-day if not past. Could fathom oversleeping in this strange land.

"Sorry yes, I'm here!" Splicer kicked his sleeping bag off and away and burst from the tent, feeling the sunlight wash over his naked back. His naked back... He felt his face redden as his paws shot down to cover his sheath. Kuno was standing near the campfire, eyes wide at the full view the lithe wolf was giving him.

"H-hey Splicer, surprised to see someone sleep in longer than me hah. Sleep well?" Kuno watched the panicked wolf quickly dove halfway into the tent without thinking, digging around for their clothes. His tail was hiked high and he was unintentionally giving the ranger a perfect view of his ass. It looked tight, Kuno felt his pants growing tighter and whirled around to offer the wolf some privacy.

"Oh yeah, I'm surprised! Slept great, weird dream though..." Splicer admitted, sloppily sliding back into the wrinkled pile of clothes he had worn yesterday. When he turned around, he realized what he had just done. His tail shot between his legs and he wrung it in his paws as if he could strangle it into submission. "Sorry, I forget what my tail is doing sometimes..."

"Oh no it's fine I get it, min is the same way. What kinda dream did you have?" Kuno replied, turning back to face the wolf.

"Honestly? I can't remember, it was weird that's all I can tell you."

"Well, just try and be careful out there. I'd love to escort you, buuuuut, I need to go back to base for a join exploration task. But it shouldn't be too hard to find the camp, just follow the path and you'll get there in no time." Kuno focused, preparing to use his jump run, arm glowing bright yellow when he remembered the blacksmith's gift.

"Something up?" Splicer had expected to see that bright flash of light. Instead, the tattoo like structure faded back to dormancy and the ranger turned back blushing heavily.

"I don't know how to say this but uhhhh, I saw your stuff and while explaining your situation to everyone Tuon, the blacksmith, he seemed to get really excited and rushed off and you don't interrupt him when he's in that kind of mood. So, uhm, he gave me this this morning to give to you and you should probably wear this until you get to the settlement and I agree but this is still gonna be super weird but yeah..." Kuno was running his mouth like a marathon, the words kept coming out faster and faster. His face was nearly purple from his lack of oxygen and apparent blushing when he dropped the 'gift' into the confused wolf's open paw.

"Thanks?" Splicer said to no one in particular, the ranger nearly out of sight in an instant. He turned the metal device over in his paws trying to figure out what it was. There was a faintly pink glow resonating within the ring at the base. The pink ring connected to silver metal rings by some kind of locking mechanism with a bright pink gem, the metal rings were then connected by more metal rods to form a perfect cylinder. The cylinder was almost the same size as his...

!!! No fucking way am I putting my sheath into this death trap! Who does this blacksmith think he is? What the hell? Why is there no key?

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_ _ Splicer's mind was spinning with questions about the strange seemingly magic imbued device. He threw it into his bag, reserved to tell the blacksmith to fuck himself later. The fit was perfect, which meant Kuno must have given them a scarily accurate guesstimate of his sheath, which meant Kuno must have been watching the wolf playing with himself for a while, from a different angle than when they made themself known.

He pushed the building revulsion and anger from his mind and finished packing his bag, slinging it over his shoulder and following the dirt path north. It wasn't long before he came upon a small river bubbling along near the dirt path. His clothes were dirty, his fur was matted with sweat. It looked so crisp, clear blue with a gentle current. Less than ten paces from the path.

Not really in a hurry, plus if all the people at the camp are like that blacksmith I'm definitely in no hurry at all...

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_ _ He was already stripping himself before he realized it, shedding his armor and clothes until he was naked under the sun for the second time. He stripped some trees next, sticking the small branches into the soft ground by the river's edge. He didn't have any soap to really wash his clothes, but rinsing the sweat from them was better than nothing. The water felt nice on his paws. When he was sure his clothes were safe and secured on their drying branches, he dove snout first into the river. It felt better than he imagined. He could almost see the matted clumps on his back slowly coming undone while he swam against the current. Suddenly like a switch was flipped he felt the water instantly start to heat up. The current seemed to get faster and he found himself huffing trying to avoid being swept down river.

Splicer was thrashing in the water, flailing his limbs. The water was giving him conflicting feelings, the warmpth felt near boiling but it was still feeling good, almost better than it had when cold.

Maybe, I could, lean back and, just let it take me...

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_ _ Splicer shot his head up, struggled his way to the edge and draped his arms on the shore, crawling out. He flopped on his back feeling drained. He looked down, past his semi erect dick to find a dark purple leech like creature sucking away on his ball sack. He felt horrified but as he reached down his paw hesitated, it didn't seem to be doing any real damage and he wasn't sure what would happen if he ripped it off. His aversion to the foreign object on his junk won out as he gripped the thing firmly, pulling hard until the leech popped off with a wet schlicking noise. The thing thrashed in his paw looking to latch back onto something.

Splicer tossed it into the water as far as he could away from him before he decided to stick it back on himself. His dick was practically begging for it again. When he inspected the spot the leech was sucking on, a bright pink ring was left in it's wake. Same colour and glow as the bug bite from the previous day. He got off his back and gingerly put his paw in the water, it was cool, current calm again, but maybe it had never changed. Everything in this area seemed perverse in some way or another and the wolf couldn't quite wrap his head around anything.

Another faint pink glow in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Despite being tucked deep in his pack, he knew exactly what was glowing. His paw nervously sunk in, until it brushed against something small and cold. The cage was pulled out, for some reason the ring and gem seemed to be brighter than when he put it away. Held experimentally held it next to the pink ring left by the creature, it almost seemed like the cage's glow was being pulled towards it.

I can't believe I'm doing this...

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_ _ Splicer tugged on the ring, it came apart easily in his paw. He looked at the ring, trying to figure out it's function and where to put it. He slid it over his sheath, gently tugging at the shin below until his balls slipped past the metal ring. His heart was racing and he swallowed hard holding the cylinder just above the pink ring when it shot out of his paw and clicked into place, locking his sheath in a tight hug. The gem glowed brighter, almost burning the wolf's vision. Then it faded to a gentle glow. The pink ring left by the creature was gone, as was the bug bite. The wolf grabbed the base ring in one paw and the cylinder in another and pulled as hard as he could to no avail. No locking mechanism was visible yet it was obvious he was stuck in the cage. Despite the mild annoyance, it was balanced out by a serene knowledge that the odd creatures couldn't mess with his head anymore; So he figured.

Clothes on, armor equipped, the wolf set out again. Despite the lack of enthusiasm to make it to the settlement of assumed kinksters, he figured the blacksmith would be the one who could remove his new accessory. He felt a hum in his throat as he strode down the dirt path. It was a beautiful day, sun was high in the sky and the birds were singing. Then they weren't. The birds stopped, every wildlife sound stopped until he was left with nothing but the wind whistling past his ear. Behind him a harsh whistle like an arrow's flight sounded off.

Splicer whirled around, ducked while covering his vitals. But there was no arrow and the whistling was gone. Confusion filled his head as he rose from his crouching stance. Then his feet came out from under him. He landed hard on his back. There was a long branching shadow connected from deep in the tree line to his left ankle. Instinct took over as he drew his dagger and stabbed it deep into the shadow tendril until he felt his dagger stuck halfway in the dirt. The shadow tendril phased around the knife's edge, still firmly connected to his ankle. Again and again the wolf stabbed at the shadow until his arm was exhausted and the dagger slipped from his paw. He flipped onto his stomach, trying to wrest his angle from the tight gripe, clawing along the dirt path, fighting for every centimeter.

"HELP! PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP!" Splicer cried out, to the surrounding forest. Praying someone would hear his pathetic cries and make it to him in time. He figured Kuno was fast enough, or the one who the ranger spoke so highly of, but the forest stayed silent as he was slowly drawn back from the dirt path until he was sliding along the grass. His arms wrapped around a tree in a last-ditch effort to avoid the forest swallowing him whole. The wolf thought he was going to be split in half from the pressure, arms eventually giving up. His claws fought to stick to the tree until he came away with a large section of bark.

The deeper into the forest the stronger the grip around his angle got, shadow creeping higher up, until it ripped his armor straight off, leather snaps easily snapping away from the shadow's force. The wolf reached back to try and grab it but he was already too far. Trees looked like a blur, a thin razon of shadow cut down the center of his shirt like a scalpel and rough jagged segments shredded his pants. He felt the steady drag abruptly end as he tumbled end over end and side over side over a rock floor.

Motionless, Splicer lay on the cavern floor. His whole body felt battered and bruised but despite the surrounding darkness he could see just enough to know there wasn't any serious damages. Just his pride at his inability to fight the shadow.

How far have I been dragged and where to? Is this place that thing's home?

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_ _ He got up, his knees felt unsteady and he stumbled around until his paw brushed against cold rough stone. No exit in sight. The flipping was so disorienting the wolf wasn't sure which way was out so he just pushed onward, keeping his fingertips rubbing the wall as he walked. His spandex were the last article of clothing preserving his dignity but there was a cold wind coming from what he presumed was the cave's entrance. The air felt malicious on his naked fur, making it stand on end. The darkness began giving way, sunlight began to light the rock covered corridor until a blisteringly bright exit was in sight.

Splicer picked his pace up, nearly sprinting by the time he got to his freedom, breaking free of the cave.

No, come on, NO!

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_ _ Eyes adjusting to the light, the wolf was left standing in a large open space with sunlight pouring in, but still deep within the cave system. Large rocks laid strewn about cave floor, as if something had burst through the high up ceiling similar to the northern expanse's wall. Black seemingly inert sludge was littering the floor in pools. Splicer picked up a fist sized stone and tossed it into the nearest puddle. It bounced off the surface a few times before coming to a rest, leaving a slight indent. He reached down and pressed a paw to the substance. It was cold to the touch and felt like a viscous liquid rubber. He pulled back and the material slowly reverted back to its original form.

Splicer turned back towards the tunnel he came from, but the dark corridor had whisps of shadow swirling around. He knew that trying to go back that way wasn't an option. Gingerly he stepped around and over the black pools until he stood in front of a large frozen stalagmite of the black substance. Something looked to be buried in the middle of the growth.

Was I brought here for this thing? By that thing?

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_ _ Splicer turned to look at the exit again, it was a wall of pure shadow now, lighter patches in the middle almost made it seem like there was a jeering face. He scanned the walls but there was only one way in or out of the area, unless he miraculously grew some wings. He swallowed hard and pressed his paw against the black outcrop, the film like surface bent inward until it finally gave out. The wolf yelped, his arm thrusting deeper into the thinner near liquid insides of the sludge. He wished he could lie and say it felt disgusting on his fur, but the feeling was oddly pleasant. He pressed his cheek to the smooth surface, flailing his shoulder deep arm around until his paw came into contact with a large fist sized stone. Pulling it out took more effort than he thought possible, like the sludge didn't want to let go, or the stone didn't want to leave. When he wrenched his arm free finally he fell backwards, landing in the middle of an inert pool.

A large pink stone sat in the palm of his oily black palm, connected to his sludge coated arm. It looked something similar to the stone in his cage. The pool below him began quivering. Splicer jumped to his feet while trying to get the vibrating black goo on his arm off. It was working its way under his fur fast, almost exploring it as it wormed its way to his skin. The black sludge around the room was flowing inward. It all was drawn into the central pillar's hole as if it contained an infinite void. The once goo filled room was now empty save for the central pillar which was now pulsing a deep purple light.

After the sludge was gone it almost felt like even the sunlight was being absorbed, slowly replaced by the ominous glow. Splicer took a deep gasp of air, not realizing how long he had held his breath for. The pillar folder in on itself, then expanded in the span of a second into a large black sphere. Another second later and a large shiny black dragon stepped out. The wolf felt like the dragon's deep purple eyes could pierce a hole straight through him and he held the pink stone up as if that alone could protect him in some way.

"Oh so you were the one?" The dragon's silky smooth voice felt like it was filling the whole cavern around the wolf. Their lips weren't moving but the wolf still heard the dragon's words. "I suppose I should thank you for freeing me..."

"Thank me? How about letting me go?" Splicer asked, hoping against all odds the midnight dragon was just really evil looking and not actually evil. The state of it's prior containment made that unlikely though.

"Free you? Yes I suppose... First thing's first though."

Splicer barely registered the motion, by the time he had, the black tendril had already lashed at his wrist with enough force to make the wolf drop the pink stone to the ground. Then the tendril was wrapping around his neck, lifting him off the ground by a full meter. The black dragon's finger was retracting, dragging the kicking wolf in for a closer look.

"Well aren't you a specimen, perhaps I should keep you, add you to my collection." The dragon's voice taunted as the odd tentacle finger scratched under the wolf's chin. Splicer's ear flattened, air cut off, unable to respond.

Well, I guess this is how I'll die...

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_ _ Splicer felt his vison fill with static dots until it looked like the glowing purple eyes were all he could see in view.

"Kill you? No I couldn't possible do something so wasteful to a rare catch." Somehow the dragon knew exactly what the wolf was thinking. More tendrils wrapped around his body as they gently pressed him to the cavern floor.

The wolf gasped for air, finally being given enough leeway around his throat to take a few short breaths before it was gone again. The dragon stood over him. Dozens of other tentacle like appendages protruded from their body.

Fuck you!

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_ _ Splicer hoped the vitriol behind his thoughts would be telegraphed to the dragon. Based on how tight the subsequent squeeze on his neck was the message got through. Spicer was given a breath, he repeated the thought, the tentacle squeezed, the cycle repeated. Splicer lost count of how many times he felt on the verge of passing out, or how many gasps for air he made. All he could focus on was not letting the dragon break him. Every passing second that focus waned.

F-fuck you...

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_ _ "I tire of this game now. As if you could fuck anything like this anyways!" The dragon teased as a tentacle rips the wolf's spandex off, leaving the wolf fully nude and revealing the chastity cage underneath.

Splicer didn't even realize what had happened. All he could see was flashes of black and purple, but as a thick tentacle wrapped around his cage his field of view got tinged pink. A muffled gasp escaped from his muzzle which was then silenced by another smooth cool tentacle wrapping around it.

"Just, relax..." The dragon cooed directly into the wolf's brain, drawing another tentacle down his nose in a mock shushing gesture. "I'll make it good for you."

His squirming did nothing to help as a razor sharp claw pressed down to the skin on his chest, threatening to draw blood. Instead as it moved, it drew a pink glyph on the wolf's chest. Splicer couldn't see what the sigil said but the deep pink outline of it was burned into the center of his vison and the longer he stared at it, the harder it was to resist the clawing whispers in his mind.

I will obey... NO!

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_ _ The wolf blinked and the pink sigil was gone, along with the odd thoughts bubbling to the surface.

"Seems there's been innovations since I was trapped." The dragon recoiled for a second as he watched the pink symbol he drew on the wolf's chest fade from existence, all the while the gem in the chasity cage grew a little brighter. "Well no matter, let's see how far we can push it, shall we?"

Please no, I don't, don't want this.

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_ _ Splicer felt the razor on his forehead, drawing a smaller symbol, but just as effective.

It feels so good though.

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_ _ Another blink, symbol gone. The wolf was screaming in all ways but through his mouth. His lungs burned, his muscles ached, his mind thrashed and his dick strained.

Just gotta hang on. Just a little bit longer. But why should I?

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_ _ A near constant stream of flashing pink symbols were filling his vison, the disappearing in a blink, each one drawn on a different part of his body. He didn't know exactly what they meant, but with each passing flash it felt like he understood them a little more. Drool ran down his cheek, he didn't even realize his mouth was open, until a dark black tentacle began sliding in. He tired biting down on it in a final act of defiance, but the rubbery appendage just slipped past his teeth and deeper into his maw.

"Still feisty? I wonder if that's because of the cage or if it's you?" The dragon mused, barely phased at the attempted severing of his violating appendage. He pressed deeper, exploring the wolf's protesting mouth.

Despite the groan rising in his throught, the wolf's cage was now leaking a near constant stream of pre from the mental and physical pressure. He didn't want it, but the pink symbols were pushing at his body and mind, bending it. Terror rose in his chest at the revelation that he was relaxing his throat, letting the tendril delve deeper. Splicer knew he was about to break. His tail shot straight up when he felt a sleek tentacle push its way in without any resistance. It felt like it was coated in a generous glob of lube, anything touched by the lube relaxed instantly. It slid against his prostate and his eye's shot open for a moment as if pressing it sent a jolt of electricity through his entire body. His muffled moan and slight bucking hips were what the dragon was searching for. He started picking up the pace. A rhythm was found; Each time the tentacle in his tailhole was slide back, the tentacle in his mouth slide deeper and vice versa. A dark slimy tentacle slid over the wolf's eyes so he couldn't even blink anymore, sigils overlapping on top of each other. They filled his mind with impossible offers of perfection, a lifetime of bliss for one price.

Give in... I've got to give in... But, I, have to resist... Someone might find me... Kuno? God, this really does feel good... Can't think like that!

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_ _ Splicer wasn't even sure what was his own thoughts and what thoughts were being forcibly implanted inside him, his body fully wrapped up by the black tendrils. The two inside him were so thick, and he felt like he could cum at any second, like he was on a hair trigger, but it was held in check by the infuriating cage.

Fuck I'm so close... But I don't need to cum anyways, all I need it to serve... my new master...

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_ _Piercing purple glowing eyes broke into the black and pink haze he was lost in. He knew those eyes, he knew what they demanded of him. He knew what he was going to give them. Thoughts of his rescue left his mind, he was being rescued from his previous life. He was done wandering, he had found what he was looking for. The wolf found his true purpose in servitude. A tear slid down his cheek in one final act of resistance, but it was lost in the sea of ecstasy Splicer was feeling. Beyond pleasure, beyond anything he had known, the wolf felt complete. Whole, ready to be released back into the world to spread his new purpose.

I will be a good servant to our lord...

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_ _ Splicer woke up hours later laying on the floor, all signs of anything happening in the cave gone. He looked down at his now dyed black fur giving it an experimental rub. Shivers ran down his spine at the feeling. The now purple gem seated in his cage reminded him of his master's eyes. He pawed at it gingerly, wishing he was able to cum. But he knew that wasn't what he needed. He rose to his feet and gave his new body a shake.

"What a wonderful feeling fur is! I suppose I should take this vessel for a test spin now, you ready?" There was a familiar voice coming from his muzzle. Splicer didn't really mind being a back seat in his own body, it wasn't even his own body anymore, it belonged to that nameless black dragon. "Now where's this Kuno fellow at I wonder? He seems like he might be fun to play with next..."

The four dragons came to a stop on the dirt path. They stood wordlessly in a semi-circle around the dagger still buried in the dirt, claw marks deep in the ground leading into the forest. Close to the edge of the forest was a torn open backpack. The ranger began running to the bag, a crimson arm stopped him in his tracks.

"Jaler... We have to help him..." Kuno started, worried about what could have overpowered the wolf so easily.

"Yes, and we will." The red scaled dragon responded. "But we need to report this to Sulik first. I'm thinking this is less meet and greet and more search and rescue now. Grab the dagger and let's go back, the rest could be bait."

Kuno kicked his claws in the dirt, stooping down to grab the dagger. When he took one final look at the bag, he could swear there was something in the tree line, shadows swirling around a clocked figure. He blinked once and the apparition was gone. Nervous he stuffed the silver dagger into his bag.

"Y-yes sir..."