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"What do you remember from your transformations?" Julie's voice was soft and even, floating over the quiet scratches of her pencil as she took notes.

This was the question Myrilla had been dreading-- she'd been avoiding it, even in her own mind. She had turned into a... monster... twice now, and while she couldn't remember much, the evidence afterward had been plenty enough to make her sick even thinking back. She shifted in her seat, fidgeting and clearing her throat. And what little she did remember...

"Is the couch uncomfortable?" The rabbit looked up, giving a soft little smile.

Myrilla perked a bit, blinking in confusion. "Oh! Uh, no, it's-- it's very nice." She'd agreed to a little therapy session with Julie, but she hadn't expected her to have furniture brought into this stark, oversized room of hers. A couple of guys, janitors by the looks of them, had hauled the sofa in at nearly a run, circling well around the canine to plop it down before retreating to the door again-- which only opened barely long enough to admit them once more. Word must have gotten around about her, but it didn't do a lot for how she felt to see the fear in their eyes as they retreated. It was a very comfortable couch, though. She sighed. "I don't remember very much... except, toward the end, I think... I remember looking down, and seeing-- him..." Myrilla swallowed.

Julie nodded softly, scratching at her notepad, propped on a crossed leg as she sat back in her own little padded chair. "Right before you started to change back? You'd seemed very suddenly distraught..."

"Yes... You could say that." She managed a weak smile, and looked up. "Um. So. Was he...?"

"Hm?" Julie looked up, and after half a pause, she smiled. "He survived. So that was when your memories became clearer? Right toward the end?" She'd changed the subject quickly.

Myrilla frowned softly, but she gave a little nod. "When I was... coming down, I guess..."

"And what about the time before? Do you have any memories from then?"

Blinking, the canine took a moment to consider. "There was... there were soldiers, and-- tanks? I just remember looking down the ramp at a lot of people, and..." She hesitated, and shook her head. "That's about it." Besides the voices clawing at the inside of her head. She didn't feel like talking about those just yet. She had a hard enough time convincing herself she was still sane without saying things like 'I hear voices' out loud...

"Hmmm." Julie scratched down a few more notes and paused. "The last time... Ms. Tremic managed to communicate with you rather early on, more or less. You don't remember that?"

Myr straightened. "She did? What-- what did I say?"

"Well." The rabbit canted her head, smiling a bit ruefully. "You didn't actually speak, but ah, she did elicit a clear reaction from you when she mocked your self-stimulation." She cleared her throat. "It was enough to confirm you seemed to have basic understanding of English, at least, though it seems... strange..." She considered a moment.

Myrilla didn't give her much time to think. "Self-stimulation? W-you don't mean like..." She glanced up at the cameras looming high overhead, and lowered her voice. "Masturbating?"

"Ah... not quite, but you did seem to be on the way." Julie flipped her notes shut, offering another smile. "When you change, you seem to immediately enter a state of extreme arousal." She tilted her head a hint and pitched her voice softly. "Dr. Winterbeau... Are you often aroused?"

The canine did her very best to keep her eyes up, not daring anywhere near that bared thigh peeking out from the rabbit's skirt from the way she sat. Even so, her cheeks were already flushing blue. "I... no more than is healthy, I should think...?" She found her voice wavering in her throat, and she cleared it, speaking up. "I'm not some kind of-- horndog, or anything, if that's what you mean."

Spreading her paws reassuringly, the lapin smiled and nodded softly. "I don't mean to accuse you of anything lewd, but, well, it does seem this may be a very important part of refining your ability to transform, and to represent your country properly when you have changed. So, please, don't take it the wrong way if I ask some personal questions." She rose quietly and moved to join the canine on her couch, setting down to one side, prompting the dog girl to scoot the other way politely. "We're just trying to make you the best you can be." She smiled a bit ironically, waving a finger. "Alright?" The canine nodded quietly, though not without hesitation, and Julie continued. "Now, this is important..." She leaned in, her brow lowering in a quiet touch of seriousness. "Not counting your transformations, when was the last time you had sex?"

Mouth hanging open, Myrilla blushed quite promptly, "ah..." She actually wasn't sure. The last time... would have been... oh, that boy wouldn't count, he'd shied away at the last second. Thinking back further... maybe when she went out drinking that one time, and met that nice 'lesbian...' They hadn't gone very long, but that still counted, she was sure. But... that might have been when she'd gone out to celebrate earning her Master's... And if she'd already had her doctorate nearly a year...? "A... while," she finally said, swallowing a sour knot in her throat. Sure, she thought about sex now and then, but she'd tried not to think about exactly how long she'd gone without...

Julie nodded quietly, a thoughtful pout on her lips. "Well, in that case..." She leaned closer still, her bosom pressing slowly to the canine's arm through her sweater. "Perhaps we should address that..." She smiled, a kind of smoky curl of her lips that Myrilla wouldn't have guessed her capable of a moment ago. A paw landed on her thigh, stopping her from scooting down the couch again. "Dr. Winterbeau... do you find me attractive?..."

The canine swallowed. Golden brown eyes, staring into hers, big and open. The rabbit wasn't wearing a bra. Her pants were getting terribly tight. Her breath came in short bursts. Her face was burning up. She had to get away. "I think! Um." She slid down the couch till she was sprawled over the armrest. "I... think I'll be fine. H-how about-- I think I'm ready for another test?" She almost bit her tongue. Turning into a monster again was the last thing she wanted-- or, second last, perhaps, after... having sex with a woman she barely knew in a cold, stark room under silent, judging cameras... She found herself panting, still quite flushed, her heart pounding in her chest. If she could just convince the contents of her pants that she didn't want that...

"Very well." Julie was on her feet, smiling softly again. She didn't seem... fazed, that Myrilla could see. "We do have another course set up. We're hoping to establish your reasoning abilities while in your transformed state." She produced a small, stone box with a simple metal clasp from her pocket. "And they've arranged the usual... bait." She smiled, though there was something else in her eyes. She handed Myrilla the box and turned to take her leave.

"...Bait...?" The canine closed her fingers slowly around the little capsule, suddenly feeling queasy.

"Yes. Live bait." She glanced back at the doorway, giving another strange smile. "It seems to be the best way to hold your attention when you change, after all. Good luck, Dr. Winterbeau." With that, the heavy steel door slammed shut behind her, and Myrilla was alone again. With the box.

Cracking it open revealed a chunk of black, reflective stone. Obsidian. Where did they get these from? Even through the stone of the box, she thought she could feel the... energy, a churning chill creeping through her fingers. She swallowed.

"The subject will touch the sample," squawked the speaker overhead, jerking Myrilla from her melancholy. She glared up at one of the cameras. If she had to name one reason this whole project left a horrible feeling in her gut, it had to be Ms. Tremic overlooking her every move. Begrudgingly, she got up from the couch and took a few steps away to consider the artifact, one finger curled over it, hovering over that dreadful lump of black. A familiar feeling welled in her, suddenly-- one touch, and at least she'd forget about the horrible things she'd done, and this awkward quagmire of feelings that was forming a lump in her throat: old, aching desires, shame, and fear. It didn't quite connect in her mind at the time, but this was the same feeling with which she picked up the bottle back home, sometimes. She touched it.

Searing energy flashed up her arm and seized her entire body, at once choking her off and filling her with the most incredible vigor. A surge of some kind of dreadful pleasure, malevolent and arrogant and wondrously alive, filled her chest as her head snapped back. The box clattered away as she shook violently, her bones creaking in her ears as she began to change. Her voice sprung from her in sudden cries as the ground lurched away a moment before swinging up to smack into her face, her limbs sprouting outward, her body lengthening, her tail lashing out heavy and hardened. Modesty, uncertainty, etiquette, fear of rejection, it all fell away in shreds around the sweet hunger-- not just for food, or sex, but for life itself. Life! Her clothes disintegrated, forgotten, and as the electric webs of strain and distortion pulled across every inch of her thickening hide, her sheath bulged and spat out a heavy length of flesh, throbbing with the bizarre, almost masochistic pleasure coursing through her, inescapable and growing as she labored under the full transformation. Her neck popped and crackled, fresh vertebrae sprouting to whip her head out and forward, neck lengthening dramatically as fresh bones ripped from her back, a new set of limbs --wings-- searing free to flare in the cool air.

The change ended abruptly, her internal earthquake suddenly dropping into silence but for the heavy, slow beating of her heart. Trembling, she hefted herself up on hands and feet, every motion flexing her scale-riddled hide in strange and unfamiliar ways. She was preeminently aware of every inch of her body. There was little room in her mind for anything but the sensations flooding her-- every motion was a wondrous stretch of an underused muscle, and her body in full burned with pleasure-- and need. She was hard, and her hips ached to dig in, to bury that full length in something warm. She groaned-- a heavy rumble, smoke curling from her nostrils as her eyes finally cracked open.

She was red-- bright red scales scored the length of her form, barely showing a hint of blue fur peeking through here and there. Her body was stout in the middle, tapering to a long, muscled neck and a powerful, whipping tail. She was smaller than last time-- no more than twenty feet in length, though more sleek and muscled. She was planted on all four legs, tipped with vicious black claws. A twitch of her ear rustled strangely-- she bore fins on the side of her head now, and a blunt muzzle full of teeth. A roll of thunder sounded in her throat, a heavy growl, and her head lashed around, surveying her surroundings. She was just starting to consider the couch sitting just off her flank when a great crash and rumble announced the massive steel blast door making up one wall slowly sliding open.

There was little of interest here, so the creature that had someone called Myr deep in her lurched forward, wings flaring high to catch the air as she stepped through the barely opened doorway. Beyond, through the short metal hallway, lay another stone room-- divided with great sheets of glass or some other transparent material, several feet thick and bolted in place with thick steel frames. It was divided into quarters: the close one on the left was open and empty to enter, and the close room on the right held a small, humanoid form, though trapped behind those heavy sheets of glass. Myrilla snarled, launching forward to lash at that barrier, and the little one jumped back, running to the far end. Myr slashed at the glass with her claws, beat against it with tail and shoulder, but it held fast. She fixed her gaze on the creature within.

It was a little feline, naked and cringing against the far wall. Myr's balls roiled heavily with need, and the dragon snarled slowly, looking about this way and that. Wings flaring wide, she launched herself up, trying to claw at the glass up higher, but it was all solid, and it went straight up to the ceiling high overhead. Around the side, though-- there were doors of some sort. Each of the rooms was connected: the glass was set in frames of metal to outline doors set in place with stout hinges and mechanisms. The open room on the left had a door to the far room, which connected to the far right-- and that had a door to the room with the creature! Myrilla huffed out thickly, smoke billowing from her gullet a moment. Conclusions came slowly, the throb of her body constantly filling her mind, but she knew she had a way to get what she needed. This door-- she inspected it closely. This... this was just a handle. She snorted. Closing a clumsy claw around the bar of steel, she turned it, and hauled back. Slowly, the heavy door dragged out of its frame, opening the way enough for her to slither through. She almost felt insulted.

The next door bore a rudimentary puzzle. She had to stare at the colorful shapes several moments before managing to solve it, and the next bore symbols and sliding mechanisms. Her heart beat loud in her ears now, thumping with the searing heat of her need, impatient and nearly overwhelming, but she managed to slide the pieces into place. The final door latch slid with a heavy clack, and she puffed out a heavy sigh of smoke in satisfaction. The door swung open.

"No!" The little creature screamed, scrabbling into the far corner of her room, huddling down, shaking, staring up at Myrilla. The dragon stepped in triumphantly, a thick snarl of hunger in her throat as she surveyed her prize. It was awfully small, though... "P-please! Gods, no! I'm s-sorry! Noooo...!" And... she was sobbing. Myrilla wrinkled her nose a little. This... she knew the smell of this creature. It was... the leopard, from before. Some vague memory of a frowning ditz. The dragon's wings fluttered and folded slowly. She took another step closer, and growled. The little one just screamed, curling up on the floor. Myrilla sagged a little. Something quiet and weak whispered in her mind, giving the mighty dragon pause. She was actually going soft. This was no proper prey. This was... just a useless whelp. Bitterness bloomed in her sluggish mind. Useless! There was no pleasure to be had here.

Turning about, the dragon reared up and loosed a roar of frustration, fire gouting from her maw to choke the air with smoke, and her wings beat at the walls. She turned her gaze on the camera, that little, hateful, black bug in the high corner, and snarled out in outrage. Where was her prey! This was-- this was illusion and deceit! She launched herself up, wings beating at the air, scraping the walls as she lunged for that camera. Heavy scores dragged through the concrete under her claws, but she could not reach the camera itself. Her wings were strange and clumsy, aching for use yet confused and bumping into everything. She slammed to the ground again, landing in a heap and hauling herself up to rage and spit fire at that hateful creature high on the wall, the center of all of her fury for some reason she could not recall. Her aim and reach were improving as she focused her flames-- but a clank nearby drew her attention.

A small metal door in the concrete swung open-- and another small one emerged. Myr's nose flared: it was... the rabbit. Her fury faltered somewhat, a certain... warmth spreading in her chest as she recognized the scent.

"Dr. Cantor! Return to-- you're endangering yourself and the crewmen!" The speaker blared, actually tinged with a little emotion for once, but the rabbit ignored it.

"Doctor!" The rabbit called, spreading her paws in a soothing gesture. The door slammed shut behind her, making her jump a little as the canine turned to regard her. "...Myrilla..." The rabbit managed to walk closer, one shaky step at a time. Myr slowly turned her head down to watch her, looming over the little one at at least double her height. She snorted a gust of smoke, and the rabbit froze a moment, before carefully stepping closer again. "It's okay, Myrilla..."

"Julie, get out of there. We can open the door again, just run." The speaker almost sounded conspiratorial. Myrilla growled softly.

The rabbit ignored the blaring voice still. "Shhh, I know." She smiled, perhaps a bit tremulously, standing just a couple feet from the dragon's spread foreclaws now. "It's alright, Myrilla. I know, it's too much to handle..." Slowly, she raised her paws, spread as if to embrace the creature. She might have been just able to reach past Myr's shoulders, but slowly, the dragon leaned in to sniff at her, curious. Julie was still as that two-foot maw of teeth neared her outspread fingers. A few slow, audible sniffs, and the dragon huffed a cloud of smoke in the rabbit's face, earning a little yelp from her. When the smoke cleared, she blinked her eyes open again, her fur a little singed, and-- she laughed softly. "It's me. Can I give you a hug?"

The speaker crackled as though to speak, but it emitted nothing more than a little gray noise and some rustling before shutting off again. The monster that was Myrilla twitched an earfin a moment, and slowly leaned in to nuzzle that little creature-- nearly knocking her off her feet. Julie laughed softly, wrapping her arms around that muzzle in a warm hug. She was shaking a little. She smelled good, though... Myrilla shifted her claws slowly, her arousal giving a slow pulse of impatient need.

"Thank you." Julie murmured, loosing her grip on the dragon, and stroked over the heavy scales of her snout. "I would have liked to take it slower, but I think you're already making a lot of progress." She smiled a bit sadly. "I don't know how much of this you can understand, let alone remember, but I'm proud of you." She glanced over at the leopard, still huddled in the corner. "I know it had to take a lot to hold back. Here..." She stepped slowly to the side, patting the dragon's snout, then her foreleg. "Let's see... what we can do, huh?" She halted suddenly, gasping as she rounded the dragon's side. Myr's head twisted to find her-- staring at Myrilla's engorged, heavy-throbbing length. "Oh... you're certainly... well-endowed, Dr. Winterbeau." She smiled up at the dragon, a little flushed in the cheeks. "It's very impressive indeed, in person..." She took another step closer, and looked up again. "...May I?"

A vague impression of an implication clattered through her mind-- and knocked against the great, burgeoning beast of her seething arousal. Myrilla turned suddenly, barely giving the rabbit time to start to jump before the dragon was atop her, knocking her on her back under the press of breasts and belly, leaving her in a peculiar hollow between the bulge of two heavy, scale-lined tits over her head and the wall that was her back legs and slowly twitching balls, hanging low with their weighty contents. And her partner in this hollow, taking up most of the space in fact, was that monstrous dragon dick, over two feet in length, nearly as thick as her waist, a brilliant creature of deep blues chased with sleek, bright red veins, creating a hint of a regal purple around the corners of the eye. It hovered a scant few inches over the rabbit, drooling on her sweater as she caught her breath and finally managed: "...oh!..." Myrilla's answer was a low growl.

The first tender touch of a paw to her length sent a ripple through the dragon's body, at once a sense of relief and a tightening, renewed hunger. Her body was at odds with itself, burning to fuck this little scrap to bits and go find something else, but-- there was a glimmer of something holding her back, a promise, a wish, an image of reaping hours of sweet pleasure from this fragile little body with just a little... care. Her muscles trembled and flexed uneasily, but she managed to hold back. Nonetheless, a fat glob of pre soaked the rabbit's face when she started to lean in, earning a gurgling yelp, followed in a few moments by a low moan. Those paws felt deliciously warm on her, and now lips slopped over that pointed cockhead, suckling, licking over her, and a low groan rolled through her as her mind fixated on this rabbit, on their union. The hunger churned in her balls, and a pulse of energy washed down her shaft, and into that rabbit. A connection.

Julie was moaning steadily now, paws coursing over that fat creature grinding into her belly and up between her breasts. They almost seemed-- attracted, not just in that she was growing more and more hungry for this monster with every moment, but almost like magnets, it almost seemed to stick to her, and her paws slapped readily to it as soon as they neared. Julie was wet and aching, and she had to pry one paw away with some difficulty before she could wiggle out of her panties. "H-here... I-I..." She clutched at that rod with both paws, panting, flushed, and pushed it down weakly. "D-do it, Myr... I kn-know you want to..." The dragon flicked her ears, slowly shifting with that pressure, and a low growl rolled slow and thick in her belly as she dragged that heavy cockhead down the rabbit's belly. Julie peeled up her skirt, guiding that tip down-- but the closer it got, the more it seemed to move on its own, grinding tortuously down her mons and suddenly ribbing down her clit to spread her lips abruptly, painfully wide.

The little one screamed. Myr hesitated, earfins flicking and flaring and nostrils puffing a great cloud of smoke, but she stilled a moment, her eyes dim as her every nerve focused on that sweet point of connection-- on the tender kiss between that stretched little sex and her full, dreadful arousal. The little one would open to her, and Myr would taste her sweetness-- the heat of her every muscle, aching tortuously for a long-awaited release intertwined with some strange burning buried in her chest, a smoky web of shameful desire that only sweetened the anticipation, all coming together to fuel the absolute certainty in her mind that she would claim this creature. Slowly, the screams melted into moans-- and she sank deeper.

Each thick gush of precum washed hot across Julie's insides now, shoving the moans from her without even a thought as she strained open around that beast, her hipbones opening to accept it, her belly already bloating with the dragon's juices. The head wasn't even entirely buried inside her, and she felt more full than she ever had in her life-- and she'd had a very... active nightlife in college. The dragon's hips creaked with the slightest push inward, and she found her back sliding across the floor-- the pressure of that wedged cockhead shoving at her lips was just too great! She panted heavily, a murr in her throat as she craned her head around-- and braced her arms against the dragon's low-hanging tits, clutching at them and pushing, trying to meet that wondrous pressure. She needed it. All of it, right down to the balls. The sweet musk of that cock had pulled out her deepest desires, and beyond that, this massive, pulsing creature, massaging her belly with every throb had unlocked a hunger she'd never known she had. It was-- beautiful, and she wanted it all to be hers. She wanted to belong to it. Her mind was at once fogged and clear-- all the petty nothings had melted away, and everything that was important was in sharp clarity. Pleasure. Strain. Self-sacrifice. Her head fell back, and she screamed out-- not in pain, but in obscene pleasure as her hips rocked and finally swallowed that monstrous cockhead.

The unspeakable tightness of that stretched little snatch was sending shuddering waves of shameless pleasure through the dragon from that barely wetted rod. Her eyes were shut tight, claws crackling slowly at the concrete below as she throbbed and pumped the little one full of her liquid pleasure. Yet, she was hardly buried a few seconds before she burned for more. She managed to restrain her hips to slow little hitches forward, each one shoving a high yelp, or perhaps a groan, from that rabbit as the obscene swell in her belly crawled up past her navel. Myr stretched and flexed her legs, her tail whipped from side to side, and her teeth ground around a seeping mass of smoke as she worked into that body barely a few inches to a stroke, and she could feel the quivering life of that little creature strain taut around her-- crying for more all the while.

Julie could only stare at that obscene swell, unable to interpret the overwhelming sensations straining through her long-since punctured womb-- but this, this great swell pulling her hide taut into a sculpture of that glorious cock, this told her everything she needed to know. Her head fell back, and she moaned out her helpless pleasure, arms shaking with strain to push up against those hanging teats as hard as she could, to hold against the relentless grinding of that dragon dick burrowing still deeper into her. Finally, one firm push shoved the air abruptly from her lungs-- that beast was rooting to the underside of her ribcage. Her strength dried up instantly, and her arms fell away, weakly curling around that beautiful swell as she managed a whimper. Another push slid her along the floor under those broad, hanging globes, shuddering as she felt that pulsing hot flesh strain against her vitals.

The sudden end to those cries, and a lack of fresh cunt sliding around her length, pulled Myr from her addictive grind, her eyes blinking open and her head twisting down to try to see what had happened. Her own breasts made a formidable obstacle, however. Growling softly, she took care to work her tail in and under herself to wrap around that skewered rabbit and shifted her weight, slowly rolling over on her side, and landing on her back to slouch against the wall, keeping the little one pressed close against her as she maneuvered. A fresh, weak moan rose from the little one as she was pulled upright to sit skewered on that freshly erected obelisk, clutching at the swell filling her middle, knees dangling just above the dragon's sheath. Fortunately, she seemed to be reviving-- and more active than ever.

With the world set aright around her again, Julie found herself set with the pressure of her weight sat on two points-- that monster of hot flesh jammed against her insides, and her feet, curled around the broad of that massive sack sitting below. It was a feat of willpower just to remain conscious, but she still wanted more. Giving weak little pants, Julie worked to arch her back-- pushing that bulge up and out, the point of the tip jutting up to nuzzle in between her breasts. She worked it out, paws massaging over that creature in admiration, guiding it on its path to fuck her deeper, while her footpaws wriggled and slid down around the broad flesh of that sack below. Pushing in snug between fur and scales, she managed to find some purchase-- and hauled herself down with a rasp of a growl. Fresh, fat inches of dragon cock slid into her, and she moaned out weakly as that fat shaft pushed a great bulge up, between her tits to jut up before her face as she dragged herself obsessively down, and down, every second a searing, delicious strain racking her whole body.

Myrilla could only watch, stunned a moment, as the little one speared herself through on that throbbing arousal. It was... bizarre, but at the same time, it stirred some dark pleasure in her. To be... worshiped. Her teeth bared, something between a snarl and a grin as she throbbed thick against those straining insides, claws spread on the concrete, eyes drawn in on the spectacle. Her tail lingered nearby, ever so tempted to shove that thing down to the hilt-- but... she wanted to see her do it. Panting, screaming out weakly, the little one clutched at herself and worked her little legs down to strain out her own body, pulling that bulge up past her bust. Snarls swelled in the dragon's belly as she neared the very root, the little one slowly wrapping her legs all around that fat sack to use for a hold as she hauled down... and down... until those wide-stretched lips finally pressed snug to the fold of scales that was the dragon's sheath. The little one gave a final, weak cry of pleasure, wrapping her arms around the bulge rearing up before her face, and looked up to the dragon, smiling, eyes glittering with... pride, of the most deliciously servile kind.

The Myrdragon was going to reap a great deal of pleasure from this one.