Dragon Experiment Zero (2) “Orientation”
#2 of Dragon Sexperiment Zero
Archie wakes up and finds....things have been going on.
Dragon Experiment Zero (2) "Orientation"
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Archie woke up with a startle, feeling oddly cold, very thirsty, extremely tired and not quite sure where he was. The pale green tiled wall in front of him did not strike familiar, not a reminder of a college dorm bathroom or any other usual place he might be found passed out, for example. He also didn't feel like he was lying in a pile somewhere, rather, he was on his back, partially sitting, and lying on something that was both smooth, but also firm. It also felt, by the sensation on his scales, that he was naked.
Archie yawned, blinked, and tried to move his hand to rub his snout, but a strange tugging stopped him. The dragon glanced blearily onto his arm and saw thick white bands surrounding it, from the wrist, over the arm, elbow and shoulder, too, which seemed to secure his entire arm onto a wing-like part of the surface. His lower body was covered by a sheet but he could see his footclaws sticking out from underneath it, but trying to move them either did not bring any results.
"What..."
He looked around, bewildered now, as the confusion was rapidly replaced with anxiety. His entire body was splayed spread-eagle by the strangely shaped surface or a table...or a chair, and he was bound to it with those white bands that had no give to them. Adding up to that, he had a needle stuck onto his left arm and it was connected to a series of bags hanging from an IV stand, along with a strange machine at its base loaded with a gigantic syringe full of greenish fluid.
It looked vicious, sci-fi, dangerous, and it was definitely pumping something into his body.
"WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
Almost immediately, once he started trashing anew, trying to pull himself free of the strange and bizarre implements trapping him onto the chair, a door opened and the lights came up brighter. He had to squint, it seemed to hurt his eyes, but he could still see that it was a vaguely familiar jaguar, wearing a strange white cassock with a high collar, white gloves, a plastic shield, and a grim expressions on his muzzle.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?" Archie yelled to the jaguar. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING LET ME OUT OF HERE AT ONCE I DIDN'T AGREE TO ANY OF THIS!"
The jaguar did not flinch at the dragon's yelling, nor reacted to it besides walking over and checking blinking numbers on the strange device that had the enormous syringe attached to it.
"The doctor will be here right away," the jaguar said.
"WHAT DOCTOR? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN I DID NOT AGREE TO ANY OF THIS WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?"
Archie tried to swing his tail at the jaguar, but that, as well as his wings, were equally heavily bound and made it impossible to fight the strangely dressed fur. He felt tired, and not normal, too...maybe they had drugged him, too...he didn't remember much after he'd been to the treatment room to have the infusion of...something...the memory seemed dull by now. Being scared out of his wits surely contributed to that.
"IS THIS SOME FUCKING CANDID CAMERA OR SOME GODDAMN HOSTEL KIND OF A THING BECAUSE IM NOT GOING TO BE CUT UP FOR FUN!"
He looked wildly around for any power tools or surgical equipment, but couldn't see anything scarier than a pair of scissors on a steel tray next to some rolls of gauze. It didn't look dangerous enough for the use of vivisecting a dragon, but still...his thumping heart and the strange burning under his skin was not going to agree with that. He struggled again, threw his head from side to side, and made the chair rattle a little.
"NOW YOU LET ME OUT OF HERE YOU SICK FUCK AND - "
"Mister Phillips!"
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The door opened and the wolf, that goddamn wolf was there, wearing garb similar to what the jaguar was, shield, gloves, apron, everything, over a white medical coat. He was smiling unnervingly cheerfully beyond the plastic mask.
Archie stared down at the wolf and sneered.
"YOU LOUSY FUCKER WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO ME?"
"Everything checks out fine, Doctor," the jaguar spoke to the approaching wolf.
"Splendid!"
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Archie rattled the chair.
"Now, Mister Phillips, I am sure you feel somewhat unsettled after your very rapid induction, but I am also convinced that we can see it reasonably in only a few moments."
Archie bared his teeth.
"No fucking way, no fucking - "
"The sedative has worn off, good," he said, "we had to put you to sleep for a moment so that your body would not simply exhaust itself during the first transition into its new state."
"WHAT STATE?" Archie felt his eyes bulge.
"Progress, Mister Phillips," the wolf mused calmly despite the huffing dragon who'd likely be spitting fire if he could, "progress to - "
"YOU'VE DRUGGED ME AND DONE FUCK KNOWS WHAT AND - "
"Simple enhancements via a DNA transcription molecule that adds a particular code sequence into the induction series and produces a response in the paraxial - "
"FUCK YOU!" Archie panted. He felt angry, he felt confused and scared, and his belly felt oddly heavy and there was still a weird, tingling heat under his scales. And his slit felt strange, kind of...numb...somehow...he didn't even want to try to explain.
The wolf clasped his paws together over his belly.
"Perhaps it would be easier to show you, simple as that," the wolf said. "Remove the sheet, please."
The jaguar nurse stepped closer to Archie.
"No no no you ain't touching me - "
The jaguar's gloved paw grasped the edge of the sheet and pulled it clear off Archie's body. The dragon snorted and huffed and struggled, but stopped as soon as he saw what was revealed when the sheet had been removed.
His cock hung out of his slit, mostly limp, it seemed, but since it never did that when he was not having an erection, it was hard to tell, quite so. It hung between his legs, bent towards his knees, and heavy slab of meat about a foot long. A clear tube poked out of the tip where it had been secured with some kind of a tape, and the plastic tube curled away to somewhere under the chair. Whatever it was, it was inside his dick.
"OH MY GOOOOOD!"
His cock was enormous...big enough that it _drooped..._and it'd been...tubed...somehow, and they had done some fucked up shit to him to make that happen, and that wasn't even to mention the fact that his balls felt heavy and...well, not like their usual selves, for he could actually see them.
His nuts were shaped like ripe pears and hung in a newly formed pouch of stretched skin where usually only the smooth bumps of his internal scrotum could be seen from the outside - or felt by fingers whenever they felt playful. Now instead of being so snugly preserved they hung in their sac against his tailhole, and felt hot and weird on bizarre on his anus. The opening of his slit looked tight around the massively thick shaft, its own sturdy skin stretched to the max into a ring of flesh around the base of his ridged dragonhood that now sprouted from his loins like some obscene log. He hadn't been small before, but now it just looked wrong...swollen and somehow the wrong color, and violated.
"Yes, it was necessary to insert a catheter for you to void while you were under sedation to avoid any discomfort."
Somehow that didn't sound like much when you considered everything else that had just happened to him, seemingly in a matter of minutes since he'd had the injection and then he was waking up in this strange laboratory place being looked at by the weird wolf and that bastard jaguar who did his bidding.
"WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MY DICK?!"
"Enhancements, Mister Phillips," the wolf said, "a boost to your natural potency, that is, which was considerable to begin with, according to our - "
"I'VE GOT A TUBE IN MY DICK!" Archie hollered.
"To gather any urine you might secrete," the wolf replied. "It is there simply until you are able to void yourself, which is as soon as you have been introduced to our work here and, your part in it."
"IF YOU FUCKING THINK I'M GOING TO LISTEN TO YOU - "
The wolf raised a gloved paw, and it was enough to silence the edgy dragon for the moment.
"Mister Phillips, I am sure once I will explain - "
"THERE'S A FUCKING TUBE IN MY COCK THAT LOOKS ALL WEIRD AND YOU'RE TELLING ME TO LISTEN? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, 'SAW' OR SOMETHING?"
"I'm not sure what you are talking about, but Mister - "
"GET ME OUT OF THIS THING AND MAKE MY DICK GO BACK!"
"You'd rather piss all over yourself?" the jaguar in scrubs hissed.
Archie sneered.
"That's quite enough," the wolf held up a paw, "Mister Phillips - "
"FUCK YOU!"
"if you do not calm down, we will have to place a muzzle on you to keep you quiet while we explain your new role in this project for you."
"I'M NOT GOING TO BE LISTENING TO ANY OF YOUR CRAP!"
The wolf waved a paw.
"With pleasure," the jaguar said.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"
The feline opened a drawer on a metal cart and took out a strange-looking device, mostly composed of leather. Archie's eyes widened.
"WHAT THE FUCK?!"
"It will cause minimum discomfort," the wolf said. "Do it."
"NO! NO!" Archie twisted his head to the side.
The jaguar nurse approached with a quiet expression on his eyes, paws holding what the dragon now knew to be a muzzle to keep his snout shut.
"Just stay still," the jaguar said.
"YOU THINK?!" Archie screeched.
The jaguar's paw was remarkably strong. He grabbed onto the dragon's chin and kept onto it despite Archie's best effort to try to throw his head to the side. Cool metal clicked against the drake's scales with the feeling of the leather and steel muzzle being slipped onto him.
"NO!" Archie yelled. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS!"
The jaguar's fingers pressed onto his lips, which prompted Archie to try to keep his teeth clenched tightly together, but his jaws were pried apart and a leather bit slipped between his lips.
"Just bite on that all you like," the jaguar drawled.
Now Archie wanted nothing more than to open his maw again, but the jaguar kept his maw shut and instead slipped bands of leather over his long snout and behind his head. Archie tried trashing his tail around but none of his defenses seemed to have any effect. Only moments later, he was staring wide-eyed at the remarkably calm wolf doctor looking back to him, while a drop of drool already drizzled down the corner of the immobilized dragon's maw.
"Now, there we go...at least you had the courtesy not to start spitting on us like our previous subject," the wolf said. "Now..."
"MHMHPHP!" Archie growled.
"You should just calm down and hear what we have to say."
Archie made the chair rattle, but the thick bindings were too much strong to even budge.
"Now, Mister Phillips..."
"AHRPHP!"
"What we do here is very simple," the wolf said, "We have hyperstimulated your gonads to produce larger amounts of sexual hormones, spermatozoa and secretions of the Cowper's and the prostate glands. These will be used for fertility experimentation and the production of special compounds which we hope will be used as a cure to drake infertility syndromes. And you...you will be the source of these...materials, for our experiments, quite simply put."
"MPHP!" Archie trashed against his bindings.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing. The wolf told him that they'd basically...done some Frankenstein thing on him to...not only to make his cock huge, for whatever perverted reason that was, but they were also planning to...do what? Keep him in a cage as an eternal sperm donor or something? Was there going to be an entire generation of young Archie offspring walking around, thanks to the wolf's perverted experimentation on him? He wasn't sure what was going on exactly but it was obvious that the wolf was fucked up and he had simply abducted the dragon for his own purposes.
"You will of course be released once we are done with the experiments, but before that, I am sure you will be well...useful," the wolf rubbed his paws together.
"HMHPHPHPHP!"
"Get the mobile extraction unit," the wolf told the jaguar. "I think we should try to ease some of this tension for Mister Phillips."
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