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Dark was awoken by a heavy paw to the face and the icy sting of cold water to his face, which felt hot, almost burnt. He tried to open his eyes but all he could see was darkness with a feathered light. He was inside of a bag of some sort. Or at least his head was. He was in a sitting position with his hands behind his back, tied with something that had broken through his layer of scales and had burnt its way into his raw flesh. He was sitting on some metal, presumably a foldable chair by the curvature of it. He also realized he was naked becuse he could feel exactly how cold it was in the room and the metal of the chair wasn't helping. The deep rumble of a voice reached his tired ears. He was still groggy from whatever medication they had given him to keep him asleep. His heart was pounding faster the more he realized the predicament he was in. The voice again reached his ears and he scraped together enough energy to listen to what it was saying.

In a deep, monotonous tone it said"....will be the first of many. You will be the first of our new super soldiers. We will train you and make you into what you never thought possible. You will be the generation one. And best of all, you will be OURS!" dark tried pitifully to tell the voice it can go fuck itself. But was prevented from doing so by a round object shoved into his cheek.

He tasted blood. His tail was curled beneath him up until now and it was slowly unfurling as his courage and anger grew too "you will be silent in the company of Dr. Zietgiest. Came a different voice. More harsh and almost bladelike. It cut through the darkness of the hood over the dragon's eyes, giving an image of someone in uniform and very buff. A small chill nuzzled itself against the dragon's underside. He would shiver but didn't have the energy. Being in this cold room offered no chances for his reptilian blood to warm itself and in turn give him the energy to think of a possible escape. His mind felt like molasses. Thoughts bubbled up to his consciousness slowly and a bit scrambled. He doubted he had the energy to move even if he were free. Dark began thinking about his home. The last thing he saw was his home town. Everything on fire. Bloodied bodies everywhere. Why hadn't he woken up sooner? It's all his fault. They only wanted him l. All of it. Burning to the ground. Like a sea of red embers. .. Embers....fire.....FIRE! He was a dragon! Without hesitation he inhaled as deep as his lungs could. Feeling like they were frozen too. He snapped his inner set of flint and felt his stomach gasses mixing with his precious lung air.....release...immense heat. He was on fire. The room was on fire. The bag was on fire. He had freed himself, but at the cost of the last of his bodies energy. It didn't have enough time to take effect. The room felt good against his cracking and broken scales. He fell into a deep sleep. "What Way to go. Maybe I got one of them. Oh well..."then darkness.

A burning sensation woke him up. His entire body felt like it had just been used as a washrag to clean a limousine. He struggled a moment but opened his eyes. The world was bright and only white existed. He tried looking around but here was still only white. "So this is it. I must be in heaven. Odd, for killing an entire village. Not that wasn't my fault how could I ha-." His inner monologue was cut short when his pupils finally constricted. And he saw he was in a hospital, or something similar. No it wasn't a hospital. They don't have plastic walls and normally doctors aren't allowed to smoke while operating. Wait operating? His eyes slowly focused and saw that his chest was spread open like a dissected frog. He could see inside himself! His lungs, they were growing and shrinking in unison. His heart, it was beating at a slightly slower, but hey, better than dead right? The doctor was pulling something out of him; his ribs were either missing or severely cracked and removed. So the surgeon simply stuck his hand into the chest, no, his chest, that was HIS chest. Damn. Wait, what was that he was pulling out, no that was his heart, and he needs that! "Stop! Don't do that, I'll die! Please no...." darkness again.

It really was peaceful here. Nobody trying to kill him, because he was already dead. The darkness was kinda eerie, but whatever. He wasn't so much a body as much an entity, he "looked" at his arm. It looked like a thin, netlike shape of an arm. "I must be a soul... no body to inhabit. There was a soft thumping sound. So small and distant he almost didn't notice it. But it happened again, what was it? He looked around. Another thump thump. It sounded oddly like a heartbeat. Then he saw it, directly in front of him, almost illuminating the darkness around him. A huge red, bulbous shape. It was similar to a heart, but kinda misshapen.it thumped again and flew into his upper chest. Suddenly his nerves had a radish tinge to them.

"Odd" he thought. A small buzzing could be heard this one wasn't as coy as the heartbeat. It looked like a brain and several dots, more and more, to the point of looking like a body.it was blue and flew to his face. The darkness was fading quickly. He was choking and his chest hurt, a small string flew in front of his face, so small his missed it. But then there were more, they began forming around his dots and veins it was black and seemed to not so much illuminate the darkness surrounding him as much as absorb it and make it simply a void. He knew what was happening but, his emotions were being scrambled by the foreign brain. He wasn't used to it, and it wasn't used to him, or by the feel of it, any soul.

He looked down and saw his veins, muscles, and nerves all becoming intertwined, then they began to become slightly frayed at the edges of his fingers. He smiled, wait he smiled, he got this thing to work! As he did, the sinews of glowing muscle fibers began to Frey. He moved his arms to his face and tried to hold it in, not wanting to lose what he had. Then a flat sheet, came from nowhere and smacked his lower body, it was skin. The skin had a faint white glow where it became connected to his body. It quickly snaked along him, coming together around him like a full body zipper. His legs were now tightened as the muscles flexed and rippled through him, followed by his torso and arms. As it reached the peak of his head, his eyes shot open and excruciating pain shot through his newfound body.

He looked around and saw a group of furs in lab coats. There were dozens of wires and tubes attaches throughout his body. His inner fire was burning so hot he felt he could take out a whole city. His birth mark on his wing was threating to melt itself from heat. Dark looked down at his arms, saw they were binded with a quarter inch of steel bracelets, and ripped them as if they were made of paper Mache.

Dark did the same with his leg bindings and hopped off the table, his wings unfolding. "I don't know what you did to me" he said in a hushed voice "but I will rip out your hearts and shove them up your ass until I see that fuck that kidnapped me." The five scientists were speechless. Dark roared, shattering the glass into the observation room and making the scientists ears bleed. The dragon decided to test out his body and griped the closest one to him-a fox- by the jugular, he watched as the tighter he grabbed, the faster the small fox's eyes went from bright blue, to grey and lifeless. Dark tossed the limp body into the throng of horrified onlookers. A German shepherd reached for a scalpel in a mobile cart. As his fingers wrapped loosely around it they were met by 4 daggers of claws into his hand. Dark slid his blades through the hand like cutting cake.

The last observer, a young otter, sat in the corner with his pawn covering his face, he was crouched in a corner shaking and crying. He looked up at the approaching dragon and began whimpering loudly.

Dark squatted on his haunches, getting eye level with him. "Who did this to me?" his voice.

The otter stumbled a bit searching for his voice but came out stuttering. "I-It was Faust! His name is Zitegist Faust "the otter tried to stand but his legs went weak and he fell again with a soft thud.

Dark growled as the name was burned into his mind. He stood up and grabbed the otter by the armpits. He inhaled deeply. The smell of blood was thick in the air. It was riddled with iron. He licked his chops as the smell was sent through his body like an electric storm.

He exhaled slowly as his member jumped to life, engorging his pubic area. The scales sliding over each other smoothly to make room for the quickly growing cock. The otter's eyes bulged at the 7 inch cock slid out of its pouch and dangled inches from his face.

Dark looked down at his brown furred hostage. He was staring blankly at the pulsating meat. He smiled and said" wanna taste it huh?"

The otter was shaken from his trance. And started to say no but changed his mind and looked pleadingly "yes, please" dark gave him a toothy grin and said in a hushed tone" we'll be my guest." He released the otter and waited for a response.

The otter considered running, but the sight of the dragons' juicy cock, his own writhed in his pants. The otter got to his knees and gave it a long lick along the bottom of the shaft. It was salty and warm. Dark growled in affection. "You know, it's been a while since I've had a good sucking off. Do a good job and I might let you go"

The otter's ears perked up at this last bit and smiled. He wrapped his lips around the head and forced it down his maw; he forced back his gag reflex and drew back bobbing his head on it like it was a lollipop. Dark moaned and curled his toes his claws reaching the back of the otter's head, gently rubbing behind his ears.

The otter moaned at the flavor and the massage he was receiving, the mush was over empowering his senses and extremely intoxicating. The entire time they had the dragon on the slab, he could only focus on his member all he wanted to do was impale himself on it, every night when he went to bed he pawed off to the image of being fucked by this great beast, and here he was, sucking off the very same.

Dark dug his claws deeper as the pressure in his balls expanded his cum swirling around with every tap of a chin. The closer dark got to his climax, the more pressure he applied to the otters skull.

It got to the otter began to softly whine at the pain it was causing. But dark corrected his behavior by forcing his cock down his throat till he couldn't breath. After a few seconds he let up and silently let the otter get back to work.

Within seconds dark was digging his claws into the otters skull so hard he began to bleed. Moments later dark roared so hard the glass shattered around them and shoved his cock inside the otter his claws had bored into the otter and an audible crack could be heard as his skull fractured and the otter screamed out in white hot searing pain. Dark pulled him up , his claws still in the back of his head, and gave him a kiss before pulling hard and splitting the otter's head in half. He dropped the otter on the floor and sucked the blood and bone marrow off his claws.

"nice blow job, we should do this again some time." And left the lab, on his way to exact revenge on the man who had done this to him.