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A once proud winged creatured lied on the stone cold floor, his widely open maw revealing a slightly reflective puddle of drool mixed along with overflowing tears that had dried and other fluids. The ambient light was hitting his face directly, leaving the majority of his abused body in the dark. His black scales were tainted with spots of white and thick fluids, he was dirty in a way he could've never imagined. Koori didn't even feel like moving a muscle. Only his slow and weak breath managed to show life signs, his diaphragm slowly expanding and contracting while faint signs of muscular movements seemed to come across his weakened mass. Lying on his side, he slowly turned his head around, rubbing it on the ground at the same time, dragging his wet muzzle into the very puddle of what fell from his gaping maw earlier.

Things weren't at their best and the dragon barely managed to get straight ideas. They kept abusing him for what seemed to be forever and finally, he was able to find something that could be compared to a resting sequence but he knew it wouldn't last for long. The dragon felt rotten, as if he was being eaten from the inside. he was slowly being corrupted and he knew it. Indeed, he couldn't fight back and he was actually witness to the changes that were brought to his attitude. He didn't growl as much as he did the first times. His fighting spirit was still there but slowly, they dragged it away using the chemical abilities of a product he knew nothing about. His brain managed to understand that the sharp tingle generally brought in the lusty and beastly state where he tended to abandon himself to all of his needs, obeying like a good slut. Last thing he could barely remember was the orgasm that never seemed to end, in which he had himself almost completely covered. His Masters managed to make him pump his seed out restlessly, taming the dragon through the sole basis of forcing an orgasm onto him, whispering dirty words and convincing him to capitulate and to know his place.

Though it didn't happen, Koori felt like they were preparing something. He couldn't hear anything, he could barely see but he felt like something was wrong. Slowly getting back up in a rather high state of distress, barely able to stand up, his four paws trembled as he was holding his weight against the damp and cold floor. All of this had made him exhausted and if he wanted to have a chance at doing something; at trying to find a way to end this atrocious and depraved chapter of his life, he'd take it. Begging to himself, wishing that he'd be safely carried to a safe haven, he tried moving on but he was quickly held back surprisingly once again. To his greatest stupefaction, he was bound in chains, which prevented him to even try getting away. His body felt sore. Every part of him felt like it had been going through intensive training for way too long and Koori had no idea of the time they spent using and making him a slave to their dirty and corrupting wills.

The chains quickly stretched to their full extent, leaving echoing sounds of metal all across the place's walls. At that very second, he understood that once again, he was done for. It didn't take long for footsteps sounds to invade the place, leaving him in pure emotional agony. He triggered something. They wanted him to be awake! If that wasn't the case, they would've never done such a thing. Again, he had been a fool and just as much as he struggled, trying to unfold his wings only to find that they were bound in tight leather straps, he started growling once again. His unwilling soul motivated him into thinking he had a chance, although his body was a pure mess. Still shaking, he heard the three voices emitting the same laugh he heard before. Things wouldn't change. They really had him labeled as a slave and he'd have to start taking it seriously, if he wanted to avoid punishment.

<I see you're awake, slut.> "U-Uh... W-What do you want...?"

His submissive and cracking voice wasn't enough to please his Masters now. Of course, they managed to make him break but if he took a step back, things wouldn't change. He'd always fight it, which is not what they had intended. Pressing his authority further as he placed a claw under Koori's moist neck, his first master growled lowly and stared at him menacingly. The victim had no choice but to whimper and to beg for forgiveness. He didn't call him "Master" and that was seen as a lack of respect. Implementing such things in his mind was a success, apparently and it left him completely disarmed. Being forced into acknowledging his role and the forms he should use when adressing to someone superior, Koori lowered his head. He decided he'd lay on his belly to please his Masters and so, he did. Chuckling while they noticed that he had covered his plated belly in the warmth of some recent harvest, Koori gritted his teeth and clenched his sore paws, hoping that this humiliation would end. Furthermore, he wanted to know what they had in store this time. He felt like they did everything to him already. Like he was now useless and like he could leave. He couldn't possibly be a distraction for a lifetime, after all.

"I...I mean... H-how can I help...m...my m-masters...?" <That's a good slave... Now, just lay there and we'll fix some things. Don't worry, it won't be long before you can help us...>

Stress started making him tremble once again. His Master's glowing eyes were staring at Koori and none of the dragons actually seemed to move. He didn't understand what what happening at all but all three of them were laughing sinisterly, sending Koori into torrents of distress and anticipation, which didn't seem to lead to anything. He slowly started to look around, breathing heavily while the heavy scent of all the musk started filling his crumbling spirit. Now wasn't the time for this and yet, he was invaded by those nasty thoughts. Even worse, images started showing up in his mind as another of his Masters walked towards him, images of male dragons breeding out of pure lust. It felt like perversion itself was launching a full scale assault on the chained dragon but it didn't stop there. Putting their efforts together in search of what would be the perfect toy, he started feeling weird. The glowing eyes were letting out more of this evil and heavy light, bright enough to hit the walls and to reflect a change of shape in the black dragon's musculature.

Koori squirmed as he felt that his body was going through modifications, he could physically feel all of it, slowly feeling his hanging and dripping firmness retracting to his underbelly forcefully. Terrorized, he gasped and shouted but his chains were broken so that he could be pinned on the ground and held against his will, in case he went berserk. It seemed like his rage was taking over, like at this very instant, he could kill to get out. Koori genuinely felt like slashing them all would be the best option and yet, they didn't seem afraid, just like they were in perfect control. Screaming and protesting wasn't enough. His claws started to fend the air rather quickly, he even tried biting one of his masters. Being physically forced down into submission once again through the strenght of the three dragons, all of his paws were held apart and his muzzle was slammed on the ground, a tail coiled around it to make sure that he wouldn't open it again. Lowly growling in protest, he was quickly brought back to discipline once again, only through the severe glance he had received. He knew he'd probably regret doing something like that. He was already regretting it and tears were flowing down his eyes. What worried him is that he could still feel his body being turned into something else. Although it felt quite similar, his dripping shaft resumed retracting as his Master started focusing once again, forcing Koori into powerful moans and twitches.

His body becoming a bit more slim and feminine, he tried screaming but he couldn't. His maw was forced shut. Crying and clenching his paws, he finally felt his dragonhood being pushed back in his slit and slowly, he started feeling hollow down to his private parts. He managed to understand rather quickly, with the help a of mutual smirk they all were sharing. Koori felt like he was about to faint. They were turning him into a female and he had absolutely no power over this imposed change, once again. His thick member slowly turning into something completely different, Koori started blushing deeply. His cum residues started dripping from his forming genitalia, knowing they'd soon relate to the dragon as "she". The warm feeling coursed through the dragon's underbelly, just as if every muscle was being stimulated to make sure that the process was being completed correctly. The moist and gentle lips, the sensible flesh and every single fold that was replacing his male dragonhood felt incredible, so much she was now gritting her teeth and clenching her paws once again. Koori couldn't fight anymore. Her female features slowly being tested as the body accomodated everything through series of muscular pulses, she sank her head deeper in the ground. Her sweet nectar started coating her tender and appealing vent, her hind paws spread apart by the dragons' brute strenght. Such imagines of a struggling dragoness were invading her Master's thoughts.

"MmmMMmmmMMMMM!" <Oh, this slut is going to learn not to try clawing her masters...> "MMMMMMMMM!"

She wasn't a male anymore. Koori just had been shifted to something completely different in a matter of minutes and things were even worse than she could imagine. She was having an orgasm, as if dealing with this wasn't enough for her shattering personnality and identity. Imposed by her first Master through a rigid lack of morality, he stared at her powerful moans and muscular contractions as her wet vent started to let out some more of her sweet and limpid fluids, invading every male dragon's mind. Every of her Masters seemed to enjoy seeing their new female slut whimpering and moaning. She was now free to scream all she wanted, they knew this female body would never allow her to overpower anything. Plus, she seemed too busy screaming as her underbelly was struck by violent muscular contractions, just like they were coming from deep in her womb. Her whole body was swept away in this wonderful and intoxicating bliss. She didn't fight it. She couldn't fight it. Her tongue simply flopped out of her maw as she was free to scream but she didn't. As much as her soul denied it, once more, she was enjoying it.

No one let out a word before she felt that things were going beyond what was even possible. The warmth of a rough breath against her moist scales, her pussy exposed, her juices dripping. One of her masters slowly let his tongue out, pressing it hardly against her scales, lapping up at the helpless dragoness' underbelly. The slimy tongue running directly on her wet lips, caressing her sensible folds to end it's run on her clitoris, she threw her head backwards once again as she started moaning even more powerfully, driven by lust. She needed more of this. She actually was willing to be used, if it could bring her so much pleasure. So was her mind set. She was corrupted. Her orgasm finally dying after the dragons shamelessly stimulated her for long enough, to taste her sweet nectar, she managed to get back to her senses. Seeing how aroused the three dragons looked, she got a hold of herself, terrified, knowing what would happen to her next. All of them seemed like they could barely hold back. They were waiting in line, waiting to get a turn at trying this new version of their slut. Koori gasped and blushed, once again, stuck in a forced submission. After all, she tried to bite them and now was the time to pay for it. It was her fault and she knew that she was in trouble.

<You've been a bad girl, slut... And now, you'll have to go through the three of us...> "W-Wait, p-please! M-Masters!" -Oh, we've had our share of waiting. Now's the time for mating, slut...- ~You'll be a fine dragoness to carry our eggs after all...~

To carry their eggs? A part of her knew it, yet, another one couldn't bear such news. She simply stopped talking, her lifeless eyes showed nothing but despair and solitude. She was all alone, abandoned by the world. Left as a slut to three horny dragons who, apparently, wanted her to lay eggs. She started crying but soon enough, she let out a moan. A bulky and dripping dragonhood's tip brushed again her exposed female genitalia, making her blush even deeper. She tried to crawl away but she was held tightly in place, once more. The low-pitched and animalistic growling of her first master came right next to her terrified muzzle at the same time the tip easily slipped through her folds. Invaded by this ridged and bulky flesh, she tried screaming once more but her feminine voice cracked. She wouldn't fight. She couldn't anyway. Placing her paws submissively once more while she was on her back, she quietly let tears run down her muzzle and closed her eyes while she felt the whole lenght slowly slipping inside her, starting to thrust, stealing her virginity and her pride.

<Good girl...>