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Zasz could only bury her face in her hands as the guard carried her from a very satisfied Deggoth's cell that morning. She hadn't even gotten that much sleep before the lizard had woken her again to punish her newer opening. Her heavy eyelids starting dropping down uncontrollably until she realized that she had been passed to someone else. She forced her eyes open to look into Char's blank, featureless stare. "Oh, Zasz..." He said, carrying her to her bed.

She let out a long, heavy sigh that betrayed the fact she was holding back tears, as was normal for her these days. "My ass really, really hurts..." She admitted. The painful, throbbing sting on her bottom and the still-fresh burning sensation in her tail-hole served as a horrible reminder of her newest form of torture, made possible by the countless butcheries Arkania Labs was forcing her body through.

Char laid her down and she grimaced, rolling onto her side. She groggily looked around the room, Char being the only item of interest in the entire cell. "Wh-where's Jake?" She asked, suddenly aware of the dragon's absence.

"I am not sure. After his removal yesterday, he's yet to return, I'm afraid." Char responded, grimly.

She closed her eyes and flopper her head against her pillow, "Oh, God... I hope he's okay..."

"As do I, but I highly doubt it."

Minutes passed in awkward silence before Zasz drifted to sleep. It was actually quite blissful until a few clangs against her cell door awakened her two hours later. It was Professor Khrast. Char was already in the process of starting conversation, but the hyena woman looked haggard, as if she herself hadn't slept in a few days. "Good morning Zasz, Char. Sorry to interrupt, but I was just passing by to fill you in on your status." She said, trying to be cheerful. Zasz and Char both leaned forward in anticipation.

"Zasz, you check out just fine, according to Deggoth. Complete success, it seems, except for your inability to walk, but I really don't have time to deal with that right now. Char, how many fingers am I holding up?" She asked, happily.

"Three." Char stated, correctly. She smiled back at him.

"Well, you seem to check out just fine too." She said, scrawling on her notepad. "Well, I am happy to inform both of you that, as of the next three weeks, your services are no longer needed in our experiments. After that, I'm not sure what we might have in store, but since you both are my personal guinea pigs and I have much more pressing projects to attend to, you two are off the hook." She finished writing and waved them 'goodbye' before walking off, somewhat blissfully.

Zasz and Char both exchanged happy glances and smiled. Zasz's hands drifted down to her privates, happy to have them spared from more abuse, and breathed a sigh of relief. "That's the best thing I've heard since I got here..." She said. She looked back up at Char, who was obviously lost in thought. "Char..?" She called. "You okay? You only get like this when there's a catch-" She caught herself. It was obvious now.

She, Char, and Jake were all of Khrast's personal test subjects, and there weren't any more outside of their group she was personally involved with, besides judges of Zasz's worth as a sex slave. If she were too busy with her project, that meant... "Jake..." Zasz whispered. Char nodded in somber agreement. "What are they doing to him!?" She asked, frantically.

"I don't know. But it is out of our hands, currently."

"Well we have to find out something..." Zasz proclaimed.

"In time, my dear friend. We will not forsake him. But your current condition will only hinder efforts, I'm afraid. But until we concoct a way to aid him, for which we need information not freely given, all we may do is pray for his safety." Char responded, calmly. Zasz nodded and looked down at the floor, and then down at her useless legs. "Zasz," Char continued, "if you like, we can use our time given to help you better utilize your new body."

"Of course, Char." She said. "The sooner I can walk, the better, I'd think."

The next few days passed uneventfully for the two slaves, save for the progress in mobility made by Zasz. Hour by hour, day by day her mind and nervous system got used to the stretch and pull of the muscles in her legs, and the feel of her weight placed on top of them. Within a few days she could even walk, so long as Char held her by her arm. It was only another two days later when she took her first steps. "Char, Char look!" She exclaimed, balancing herself with her arms as she took another step. The huge smile on her face said everything, though.

Char grinned at her child-like excitement, still sitting on his bunk in a meditative position. "You picked an excellent time to perfect that little trick." Char said. Zasz stumbled a bit and turned to face him. "I heard a few of the scientists speaking, and I managed to catch word of Jake's rough location. That, coupled with he increased traffic in the area, I feel confident I know of Jake's location."

"You're really enjoying being blind, aren't you?" Zasz asked the falcon, clumsily walking over to him. He took note in the tone of her voice, which was becoming much like her old self's.

"I admit that I'm quite fond of my abilities. However, one of the side effects is somewhat bothersome..." Char responded, gesturing to his bed, which was covered in the feathers he was slowly loosing. Zasz smirked at his plight, unable to resist the humor in the fact that he was effectively going bald.

"Well at least you look as old as you act now." She laughed, Char being unable to resist smiling at the return of Zasz's wit. "So, you know where Jake is?" She asked, suddenly serious.

"Roughly. However, our ability to get to the locations in question is... nonexistent equipped as we are. We need the proper card key to enter it."

"Card keys?" Zasz asked. She thought for a moment before remembering that almost all the guards and scientists carried a specialized card keys to access certain areas of Arkania labs. "Well, if it's Khrast's project, all of her subordinates should have them, right?"

"One would assume so. We'll worry about that later. It's almost lights out. You should get some sleep, my friend."

Zasz nodded in agreement and eased herself into the bottom bunk. It was only seconds after she was in bed when the time was called and the lights flicked off. Zasz sighed and her mind went ablaze with thoughts of escaping and rescuing Jake. She thought of what she would do when she finally escaped into the remote forests around the Arkania facility. How she would find her way back to her home. A smile found its way onto her face at the mere thought of it.

She hugged her blankets to her, her mind filled with memories of her fiancé. "Illia..." she thought, cuddling against the covers. In her mind the beautiful serpent coiled around her, returning Zasz's embrace. Maybe she could find a way to restore her gender, she thought. Or, maybe Illia would still love her, even through her transformation. She closed her eyes and smiled happily, fantasizing about nothing but cuddling with her one true lover.

Her thoughts were cut off when a pair of hands suddenly grabbed her by her shoulders. She thrashed, confused, but continued to cling to her blankets as if they were really Illia. She hit the ground and continued to be drug out of her cell and finally stopped on the floor. She looked up through the darkness, finally able to see the canine and avian faces of her assailants. They were a few of Khrast's personal guards, the same ones who harassed her before. "Hey there, Zasz!" The doberman guffawed, inanely. She tried to get up but they each had one of her arms.

"You just looked really lonely in there." The eagle added. "What with your little friend refusing to touch you, eh?" She looked up at her cell, where Char was awake and staring at the wall, averting his gaze. She grimaced and yanked away again, only to be held down.

"This isn't authorized, I know it..." Zasz spat, trying to dissuade them. She knew that she was still a fairly valuable specimen and they couldn't possibly damage her. The eagle guard caught the look in her eye and smiled, suddenly clamping his hand over her muzzle.

"Don't scream, girl. We aren't going to hurt you, but if you get us in trouble we'll get a black mark at worst, and we can make your life a whole lot more miserable." Zasz closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, still straining against them. The forced her onto her belly and she heard the dog fumbling with his belt and giggling to himself.

Her healed mind was being ripped apart again when the bird stroked her face. "Don't cry now. You're going to have to get REALLY used to this, heh heh heh." She gasped when the doberman's cold nose pressed against her slit, followed moments later by his cock. He slid into her, inciting the all-to familiar sensation in her loins. She let out a little squeak trying to avoid letting out a very different noise. The eagle surprised her and lifted her up slightly, shoving his member into her maw. "No biting." He warned, before he started manually moving her head up and down before she grudgingly took over the motion by herself.

The canine's cock continued to pound her, her whole body rocking back and forth. She moaned into the eagle's crotch, her body on fire once again with pleasure. She was getting very sick of how good being violated felt, physically, and how her new body wasn't on her side anymore. She grabbed at the avian's pants, the canine's thrusts becoming more violent. She tried to pull away from the eagle, but he held her head down over his cock.

The two guards exchanged pleased grins as they violated the poor slave under them. The Doberman pulled his pulsating dick out of her dripping slit, only to plunge it into her tail-hole. Her grip on the eagle's pants tightened with this new forced entry, and the both continued to pound into her. She felt the canine's knot pressing against her entrance, causing a small whine to escape her. The eagle finally started shooting hot threads of cum into her mouth, pulling out halfway while she curled backwards, allowing him to spray the rest of his load onto her face and chest. Her mouth now free she let out a moan of pleasure before curling downwards towards the floor. She closed her eyes and let go of the guard's pants, instantly placing her hands over her loins and sinking her fingers into her snatch.

"Look, she's fingering herself, huh huh huh." The dog pointed out.

"She must really be starting to like it. Isn't that right?" Zasz nodded weakly and groaned in response. The dog finally pulled out of her, not wanting the growing knot in his cock to bond them together. The eagle helped turn her over onto her back, allowing the dog to cum all over her chest and face after a few moments of stroking himself. She arched back at the same time, having pushed herself to climax with her fingers.

The two guards buckled their belts and laughed, dragging her back to her cell. "You really are a good fuck." The eagle stated, snidely. "The boss does good work." After tossing her back in her cell, the two left. Char instantly hopped down, distracted only for a moment by the sound of the Doberman sliding his keycard through the door, allowing entrance. Char damned the luck.

"Zasz, are you okay?" Char asked, supporting her head. The snake, still panting, nodded. "I'm okay..." She claimed, staring at the white fluids coating her lovely green scales. "In fact, I feel pretty good..." Char raised his eyebrows, questioningly. Suddenly the fear that she had been broken set in. She reached down between her legs, pressing her fingers back into her pussy. Seconds later they emerged again, along with something other than her own juices. Between her fingers was a small, plastic card, about half the size of a playing card.

Char looked at the triumphant grin on his friend's face. "We could have found another way..." Char said.

"Well if they were going to rape me, I might as well find something good to come out of it..." Char nodded, somberly, yet eagerly. The card exchanged hands and it soon found itself in the door to their cell. Char took a step out, Zasz scrambling to her feet and stumbling behind him. "We're going now!?" She whispered. Char shushed her. A moment passed. "Can you hear anyone?"

"Not in the direction we're going." Char said. "Those two idiots went the other way. But, we can't possibly rescue Jake at this particular moment, but we can at least find him and see where we stand."

"Right" Zasz replied. "We can think of a complete escape plan when we know about Jake's situation."

The two friends both darted out of their cell, towards the door that led to their friend. Zasz moved clumsily, but quietly. They paused for a moment, waiting for Char to detect any personnel. He slid the card through the reader and they found themselves with access to the hallway. "Can you walk well enough? I'd rather you stay here than be caught."

"No, I'm coming too." She asserted. Char nodded and the two skittered into the hallways. The super-sensitive bird led his friend into a few more doors, all of which making no barrier due to their new key. Zasz couldn't help but note the pristine, white environments of the employee areas that contrasted so well to the dismal, industrial scenery that made up their home and the labs they were assigned to.

Char stopped sort, motioning for Zasz to duck into another room. "Guards..." he whispered. The two took shelter in a lit supply closet, waiting for the armed personnel to move past them. Zasz looked down at her cum-spattered body, disgusted. Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried wiping the fluids from her body, only succeeding in spreading the stuff further down her belly. She couldn't see her face, but she could feel the moist cum on her scales, still. She wiped the tears from her eyes and Char handed her a small rag from the shelf behind him, which she used to tidy herself as best as she could in the five seconds she had before Char motioned for them to move.

They dashed into the hallway, and into the final room. Char stopped again, and Zasz almost stumbled into him. She peeked over the stunned falcon's shoulder, taking in what he was 'looking' at. The center of the similarly industrial chamber was dominated by a huge figure. It was a large dragon-like creature, and intimidating to behold. It housed a total of six grand wings, all of which were anchored to the ground. It was covered in spines and black scales, despite having a rather elegant form. Zasz was the first to ask, "Is that... Jake?"

Char looked a moment before replying, "No... I don't think so. There are many other creatures in here." Zasz looked around, closer. Lining two sides of the circular room were a series of medical beds, each housing an unconscious figure. Char raised a taloned finger towards one bed, and said, "There he is!" The two raced across the wire-strewn lab and found themselves looking down upon their unconscious, but otherwise unharmed friend. Zasz shook the black dragon by his shoulders.

"Wha!? What'd I do!?" Jake groaned in response. He opened both eyes and looked over his two friends, his eyes instantly swelling with tears. "Guys!? Oh my God!" He shouted, grappling both of them in a hug. "I can't tell you all how happy I am to see you! It was terrible! They- Zasz, you're all slimy- what is this?" Jake asked, looking at the shamed look on Zasz's face. "Oh... Well... I'm happy to see you regardless!" He said, still embracing them. Char and Zasz pushed themselves away.

"We're really happy to see you too, Jake. We were afraid they were doing something really nasty to you." Zasz said, relieved.

"No, I'm okay. They even cut me off my steroid supply, thank God."

"This is good." Char entered. "What have they been doing to you here?"

"Well," Jake started, blushing slightly, "When you said 'nasty', that depends on the definition." The dragon gestured towards a machine with several tubes running from it to himself, two of which obviously transferring blood and water. The third tube was empty at that moment. "The one in the middle there is hooked up to a device they've got clamped on... a... erm... delicate area...."

Char and Zasz exchanged glances of realization, returning their eye contact to Jake, who was still red in the face. "Hey, I can't complain." He admitted, jokingly.

"But... why!?" Zasz asked, disgusted.

"Dunno, I think it has to do something with THAT." He said, pointing towards the massive, god-like dragon. It was easily over twenty feet tall. One of its four eyes opened, scanning the room for the intruders, which it found. It growled lightly but did nothing, closing its slit-pupil, burning red eye. "'Cording to a few of the 'senior' subjects in the room, she was a normal, innocent, dragon girl. She was only eight when they started doing this to her, the poor thing... She's 22 now. I talk to her a lot, and it seems to calm her down."

Zasz looked up at the dragon, who's mouth was held shut by a metal muzzle, and its limbs were all shackled down as well. "What are they doing to her? And what does your jizz have to do with it!?" Zasz asked, horrified.

"Project 'Tiamat'. They use the un-mothered DNA in our sperm cells somehow, altering her own genetic structure with one of their other machines. She was red until a few days ago. She's also obtained all of the natural abilities we have. See that hydra over there? She can regenerate just like him. I don't know what else they're doing..."

Zasz looked up sympathetically at the poor experiment. Her two left eyes opened and met Zasz's, and the two seemed to share their pain with that mere look. The large creature suddenly looked towards the door, and the three friends soon followed. The door slid open and two guards walked in. The escaped slaves looked for a hiding place, but none were readily available before they were seen. The two insects' conversation hit a complete stop, interrupted with "Escapees!"

Shots were heard fired off, Char being unable to get out of the way of the needle-like projectiles. Electricity bridged the wires and instantly sending the molting bird to his knees, and then the floor. Jake tried sitting up, but the metal belt holding him to the table and the device hooked up to his shaft prevented his movement, no matter how he strained. "On the floor!" The professional guards shouted. Zasz instantly dropped to the ground, more because her legs gave out from underneath her.

She put her hands over her head, laying down next to the silent and motionless avian. She couldn't tell what the guards were beneath their helmets, but their chitinous bodies both marched over to her, stomping near her head and shackling her arms behind her back. "I'm sorry!" She choked, but the guards hoisted her up to her feet. Tiamat strained and whined at the sight of this, but was powerless to perform whatever action it had in mind. "Stop!" Zasz cried, trying to shake the security from her body. However, the butt end of a shock gun found its way into her forehead, sending her spiraling into the folds of unconsciousness.

Cold water splashed all over her face and she coughed herself awake. "G'morning, Zasz." A familiar, soothing, yet sinister voice cooed. Her blurry vision made out the shape of Professor Khrast. She coughed a few more times and the hyena's hand grasped the serpent's face, tenderly. "I know what you did, Zasz. Do you realize that you could have set back ten years of research?" Zasz's eyes adjusted, able to pick out the stern, cold gaze Khrast was shooting from behind her glasses. "You've been a very bad girl, Zasz." She added.

"I-I'm sorry..." She whimpered, fear overwhelming her. She tried moving but her wrists were bound over her head, making her panic more.

"I know you are." The hyena returned, running her hands down Zasz's sides. "But this is exactly the problem with you. You're so strong willed, Zasz..." The scientists squeezed at the panicking slave's breasts, and kissed her on the mouth, gently. Zasz's eyes closed as the canine's tongue slipped into her mouth, something actually pleasing to her male mentality. Khrast rubbed at the bound snake's slit, but suddenly broke their kiss. "But we can fix that. I didn't want to do this to you, sweetie, but you've become a bit of a risk to us, and if we have to squeeze it out of you then we have no choice. I'll see you again in two months, sweetheart."

With that the Hyena kissed the snake on the cheek and walked seductively away. Zasz strained against the rope bonds uselessly, and looked up. She was tied to a showerhead, and standing in a pool of water about a quarter of an inch deep. She was in a public shower area. She looked around, confused, until a few guards walked into the room with her. Tears flooded her eyes with realization and her legs gave out from under her, leaving her hanging limp from her arms as more guards slowly walked up to her to examine their new toy.