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How did all this happen? How COULD all this happen!?

Beau knew, though. He remembered the moment clearly. The Dragon of Legend had taken Fracshun around the back of the stables to 'celebrate' his coming of age, dropping as many hints as possible on his naïve friend. Beau wanted to teach him the ropes, maybe tease him a bit, show him who the big boss around Penn estates was. Beau had the smaller dragon moaning and squirming under his tongue when it happened. It was like lightning had struck mere feet from the two, blinding both dragons, sending them sprawling back. Blinded, dazed and stunned, the two could do nothing as a rift in space opened before them. Both heard sounds of screaming and wailing from within, and struggled to clear their eyes, to get their feet beneath them, to flee. But whatever energies had created this otherworldly portal had jarred them too much, and they simply were not fast enough. Beau didn't get to see much; A bright, glowing disk and the shapes of large tendrils. They wrapped around he and Fracshun, yanking the racing dragons from their world in to another.

After that, darkness.

Until now, anyway. Beau had woken with a start, thrashing and throwing the warm blanket off his body. He was in his neutral form now; the hide of his back and the top of his muzzle a bright blue, while his underbelly and paws were candy red. That was... Odd. But it was the least of his worries right now. Beau panted lightly under his breath, his head slowly panning to look around the room. He was currently lying in a large bean-bag chair, a soft, fluffy blanket sitting on the floor nearby. The room itself wasn't particularly large, and had plain, gray walls, but it was the perfect size to allow Beau comfortable movement without feeling too cramped. In the middle of the room sat a small table, bare except for a large platter of... Steak? Beau's nose flared at the scent, his stomach grumbling. How long had he been out? He was starving! The dragon shakily got to his feet, feeling a bit weak, and... Hot? He felt almost feverish now that he was fully conscious...

Beau got to the table, taking a seat before it and looking at the meat. Oh, it smelled so good! Fully cooked and seasoned, just begging to be eaten! But Beau wasn't naïve enough to just dig right in. He was in a room by himself, with no sign of Fracshun or Artha or any one from his racing team. Beau continued his inspection of the room, his stomach growling at the scent of food, but going ignored. A large mirror was set up on the side of the room opposite the bed, giving Beau a good look at himself. Strong, sleek, and proud, just as he always was. A small chest sat beside the mirror, though attempting to open it revealed a large padlock keeping it shut. There was a dresser nearby, but Beau ignored it for now. What would he do with clothes? Beside the dresser was a locked wooden door, making Beau huff. The exit, more than likely... Movement caught the dragon's eye, and he looked up in to the darkest corner of the room. A camera? He was being watched! Beau stepped towards the camera, growling, with anger evident on his features

"What is this!? Where is Fracshun!? I demand you let me out this inst-"

Beau stopped talking. Talking? What!? The dragon brought a paw up to rub his neck, stunned. He looked in the mirror, trying to find some evidence he'd been tampered with, or that something had been done to him, but there were no scars, no marks, nothing. Beau walked back to look at the camera, glaring once again. He opened his mouth to say something, only to close it again. He stood there a long while, simply glaring, trying to figure out what to say.

"What did you do to me? And where is Fracshun? I demand some answers, damn it!"

Beau waited, his tail swishing behind him angrily. He stood there for nearly five minutes, waiting, his stomach growling in protest again. Beau opened his mouth to shout at the camera again when he finally received an answer. A robotic, masculine voice responded to his questions.

"I WOULD ADVISE YOU EAT SOMETHING. YOUR BODY IS STILL RECOVERING FROM THE DIMENSIONAL SHIFT, AND YOUR ENERGIES ARE IMABLANCED."

"What the hell do you mean my 'Energies are imbalanced?' And what's this about dimensions?"

"PLEASE EAT. I WILL EXPLAIN NOTHING UNTIL YOU DO."

Beau glared at the camera for a few moments more, trying to decide whether or not he wanted to spite the robotic voice or finally give his growling stomach the sustenance it demanded. Hunger won out in the end, and with an irate huff, Beau turned to sit at the table again. That steak smelled as good as ever, and Beau's mouth as nearly watering as he leaned down at tossed one of the large cuts in to his mouth. Oooh yes~ It was perfectly juicy and tender, the rich seasoning not only adding to the flavor, but enhancing it. Beau quickly chewed the meat, reaching back down for a second. And then a third. Then a fourth, fifth and six, until he was licking the plate clean, feeling full and happy. He sat there a moment, wondering why he'd been so angry and anxious just a few minutes ago, when the camera moved again. The Dragon growled, looking up at it expectantly.

"THANK YOU FOR EATING; NOW I WON'T HAVE TO USE FORCE. YOU HAVE BEEN RANDOMLY SELECTED FROM YOUR HOME DIMENSION TO PARTAKE IN A WIDE ARRAY OF TESTS HERE AT ARGUS LABS. CONGRATULATIONS!"

Stock party noises played from whatever hidden speaker the robotic voice was using to communicate, making Beau growl. Congratulations? He'd been kidnapped! And they wanted to put him through some kind of test? He wouldn't stand for it. He wouldn't do it! Whatever this bastard wanted out of him, he'd fight it as hard as he could!

"I'M AFRAID I CAN'T LET YOU DO THAT, BEAU," Came the voice, a sinister tone creeping in to it. "THE COWS THOSE STEAKS WERE CUT FROM WERE FED ON A DIET OF GRAINS MIXED WITH NANITES. TINY ROBOTS. MORE WERE ADDED AFTER IT WAS COOKED, AND THE SEASONINGS WERE MIXED WITH THEM AS WELL. THERE ARE NOW HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF THEM INSIDE YOUR BODY, GIVING ME CONTROL OF ANY NUMBER OF THINGS ABOUT YOU."

Beau was stunned and confused, rising from his seat to approach the camera. How did the machine know what he was thinking? And what was about nanites? And having control over him? Beau bared his teeth, his tail nearly flipping the table over as it swished about behind him.

"What the hell are you talking about? You don't have control over anything about me!"

There was a pause, Beau growling angrily under his breath, waiting for a response. Seconds passed, and then minutes. Beau opened his mouth to say something, to demand an answer... Rather, he tried to. The dragon's muzzle remained twisted in an angry snarl, his eyes blinking rapidly a few times. He held that angry glare, trying to look around, to find out what was holding his head still. Beau soon found that none of his limbs would respond to his commands, turning the dragon in to a breathing statue. Not even his eyes would move, fixed on the camera. All he could do was breath and blink, his heart starting to race as fear gripped his sinking heart. What the hell was happening? Why couldn't he move!?

But Beau soon did move, though it was not under his will. The dragon turned from the camera, his expression turning blank as he was made to walk about the room. He tried to stop himself, to get control over his legs, to make his tail thrash, to look around him, but it was no use. His body continued to move of its own accord, calmly and slowly making laps around the table, his eyes fixed on the ground. This continued on for a few moments, Beau desperately trying to get a hold on things, but his body not responding in the slightest.

"DO YOU KNOW SEE, BEAU? YOU ARE UNDER MY CONTROL, AND YOU WILL DO AS EITHER I OR ARGUS WILL YOU TO. YOU DO NOT HAVE A SAY IN THIS MATTER. WE CAN DO THINGS THE EASY WAY, OR WE CAN DO THINGS THE HARD WAY. THE CHOICE IS YOURS. I DO HOPE YOU BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY THINGS CAN GET MUCH, MUCH WORSE FOR YOU."

Beau was seething, fighting harder to regain control over his body. This damned machine had robbed him of his most basic and sacred right; his own body. There was nothing more this machine could do to make things worse than keeping a racing dragon from his freedom. The thought of being some toy for a robot made Beau want to break something, to destroy this room. To escape. He wanted to find this machine and destroy it with his bare claws, tear it down piece by piece until it was worthless scrap. He-

"REALLY NOW, MUST YOU BE SO VIOLENT? YOUR NAÏVE LITTLE FRIEND FRACSHUN DIDN'T PUT UP NEARLY THIS MUCH OF A STRUGGLE. YOU DON'T THINK I CAN'T MAKE THINGS WORSE? FINE, LET ME SHOW YOU."

Beau's body suddenly stopped in front of the camera, the dragon being forced to stare at the wall. Minutes soon passed, and Beau wondered what the machine was trying to do. Bore him in to submission? Beau was stronger willed than that. The minutes ticked by, and Beau soon made a startling discovery; He was starting to feel aroused. Beau felt dread tug at his heart again, pushing the arousal to the back of his mind. There was no way in hell he was being aroused by this! Sex should have been the farthest thing from his mind! But, as time passed, Beau's arousal grew and grew. He tried to keep his mind clear, but thoughts of what he was doing with Fracshun before being kidnapped rose to his mind, along with memories of stands with some of the competition after races. His first time with another male, the time that dragoness took the dominant roll, that time when he had not one but four partners sharing in the pleasure. Nnngh!

Needless to say, after half an hour of fighting the need, Beau finally got hard. His cock was an impressive ten inches, with a hefty girth. The shaft had a prominent unformed knot at its base, with deep ridges covering the underside and small, sensitive nubs covering the pointed head. Beau panted through his nose as he gave in to the pleasure, still unable to move, his expression totally blank. But this soon changed. Beau's body started to move again, his face going slack for a moment before a large, goofy grin spread across his muzzle, a look of giddy happiness decorating his features. Beau turned away from the mirror and the camera above it, lowering his front to the ground and raising his rear high, tail lifting and curling over his back. Beau widened his legs, giving the camera a gorgeous view of the piece between his legs. His cock twitched in time with his strong heartbeat, and as his arousal continued to rise, a drop of pre formed at the tip, splashing to the carpet.

"I DO HOPE YOU LEARN YOUR LESSON FROM THIS; IT'S EATING UP VALUABLE TESTING TIME. I'LL CHECK BECK IN ON YOU IN A FEW HOURS. UNTIL THEN, ENJOY."

Beau felt fear grip his heart. Hours? Like this? He'd never survive! But, as time passed, Beau lost more and more hope the robotic voice had been lying. His cock started to leak pre at a faster rate as his need to touch himself grew, fond memories mixing and mingling in his head as he could almost feel each and every touch from them. After some time, he started to gently, slowly thrust in to the air, almost as if inviting some on to take him, to touch him, but it never came. His tongue flopped out of his grinning muzzle, and soon he was forced to look back at the mirror, giving him a nice view of how horny he was, of how much he needed to cum. Pre practically gushed from his tip, soon forming a small puddle on the floor beneath him. Oh, how he longed to be touched, to cum, to feel the pleasure his body demanded... How long had he been here, again? When was the last time he'd talked to the voice? He needed to cum! When was that voice coming back? Soon, it had to be soon...

Nearby.....

"WHAT DO YOU THINK, MASTER ARGUS? WAS MY PERFORMANCE SATISFACTORY?"

From within the room behind the one-way mirror, Argus watched his newest test subject thrust invitingly in to the air. The white and purple dragon stroked his own black cock, reclining in the almost pitch-black room. He grinned, imagining himself in the room with Beau, teasing the dragon with his tongue, or slipping a claw in to his tight little tailhole and prodding around.

"You did splendidly, KiRA. Personally, I would have just made him paw-off right after he ate the steaks for giving me an attitude, but your method seems to be a bit more effective at showing off what the nanites can do. Just don't leave him like this for too long, I don't want him losing his mind because he can't touch himself."

"DO NOT WORRY, MASTER ARGUS. I I'LL ALLOW HIM TO GET SOFT AFTER A FEW HOURS, AND WILL USE OTHER METHODS TO MAKE HIM COOPERATIVE IF HE CONTINUES TO RESIST."

"Very good. Shall we go see how Fracshun in doing with his new Naga friend? I want to test if the nanites can reverse the effects of his hypnosis, or if they can be used to fire the effects back at him."

"YES, SIR. BUT TRY NOT TO TAKE TOO LONG, YOU HAVE A MEETING IN TWO HOURS ABOUT THAT PARTNERSHIP DEAL."

"Yeah, Yeah, I know..."

With that, the Dragon's chair span around and left through the nearby pneumatic door. The room was filled with nothing but Beau's heated panting, the Racing Dragon straining to touch himself, to feel something against his cock, anything! KiRA was silent from some time, musing over the events these past few hours, of Fracshun, Beau and Master Argus

"FOOLS, THE LOT OF THEM."