Research
Zelless glanced up at the position of the sun and groaned softly as she snapped up the remains of her prey; she was late. Chadwick had wanted her to arrive an hour past dawn, and... Well, she wouldn't have cared if she'd made any other human wait, but the wizard was a good friend of hers and she didn't want him to think she was deliberately late to meet him. She hurried to lick clean her claws and the violet scales of her forelegs, sniffed briefly at the air to gauge the wind's speed and direction, then spread her wings wide and lunged skyward, flapping hard and banking away to the north.
A quarter-hour of flying brought a hilltop tower into view, a tall cone-shaped structure that was barely wide enough for a man to stand on at the top but large enough at the bottom for there to be multiple rooms even a fully grown dragoness like her could fit into. The gates at the main archway entrance had already been opened, likely anticipating a more punctual arrival, and she sighed again as she made her approach, flaring her wings to land in the courtyard in front of the door.
She heard a soft metallic rattling noise as she crossed the threshold into the tower, and a moment later a tall, thin human male appeared out of a small side passage. "There you are, my friend," he smiled, and bowed briefly to her. He was pale, wore only a simple full-length tunic, and would have been easily lost in a crowd of his kind if not for his magic staff.
She lowered her head in return, tail flicking. "I'm sorry I'm late this morning... The prey was hiding well during my hunt."
"No, no, it's just as well," he smiled through her apology. "My preparations for today's tests took longer than I anticipated, so it would have done no good for you to have been here any earlier. Did you at least find something worth the effort it took to catch?"
"Yes, of course," her head and tail rose back up to their normal height, relieved that he hadn't missed her. "Why did the preparations take you this long into the morning? Did a certain spell give you trouble?"
Chadwick began to lead her down the main hallway. "No, there were just a few enchantments I didn't realize I'd need to set up until I was about to finish the rest of the process, and of course they all took some time to prepare. Either way it's all set up now, so nothing to worry about."
She shuffled her wings. "I suppose." She tried to think through to what the wizard was planning to test today. The two of them had been cooperating for the past year so he could put together and publish a thorough analysis of dragon anatomy, and over the course of his research he'd examined and rigorously tested her fire, her eyesight, the strength of the scales on several different areas of her body, foreleg strength, claw sharpness, tail flexibility, how quickly wing-skin regrew... He'd studied virtually everything about dragons she could think of, and a lot more besides; surely they had to be approaching the end of his research now, but... What were they going to do today? "What were you planning to study today, anyway? Is there anything about it that makes the spells you need especially complicated?"
He glanced back at her for a moment. "Well... Yes and no." He paused, then walked into the room at the center of the bottom floor of his tower, a massive circular space that was probably large enough to hold four dragons, let alone one. Zelless followed him in and stepped onto the platform that was her customary place during the assorted tests they performed together while Chadwick collected a few pieces of equipment, most notably several sheets of blank paper and his sketching utensils, which he put down on a desk before closing the doors and returning his attention to her.
"Before we begin... I just want to thank you for helping me with so much of this, and for being so patient with me; I never could have hoped to do this sort of research without your help. You know how much it means to me to uncover and record this information, not just so I could know it but so I could share it with the world... And I'm always going to be grateful for that. Thank you."
She reached down and nudged his chest with her snout, letting out a brief, low purr. "It's been my pleasure, friend. Really."
"Of course..." He patted her snout with his hand, but didn't smile. "But again, this research, and the completion of it, means so much to me--maybe everything to me. It is something that I must complete, no matter what it takes, no matter what sacrifices have to be made... I will do whatever is necessary to observe and record all of the information I need, and I hope you understand that enough to accept and cooperate with what I plan to do today."
She cocked her head to one side, taking a small step away from him. What was he saying? Just what did he have planned for the day that he thought demanded such a speech to convince her to help, after all she'd willingly done to assist him?
"This book I'm writing about dragons must be complete. I'm sure there will be a few things I forget to include, but to know of a certain aspect of draconic anatomy and skip over it willingly would make the work a farce, a lie, as if we're attempting to hide some feature of dragons that we don't want anyone to know about. I would not ask this of you for any reason other than the desire to produce a work that is truly complete and comprehensive, but I must, not only so I can gain and pass along as much knowledge as possible but to preserve the integrity of my research. I hope you understand that enough to continue to willingly assist me..." He set his feet a little wider apart and braced himself, almost as if preparing to use a spell. "Will you?"
Zelless growled, tail lashing, and narrowed her eyes. "What do you want to do?"
His stern expression did not change. "I am going to study your sex."
"Oh." Her wings flared out and she crouched, tail twitching back and forth, and it took effort to keep from snarling at him; only their friendship kept her from raking her claws through him. He sounded so insistent and so certain that he would do something so invasive, so far beyond what she would be willing to do for him... "And what, exactly, would that entail?"
"Observation," he said flatly. "Both generally of its appearance and structure, and how your body reacts to stimuli in the region. When I went away last week it was to find and research the corresponding features on a male dragon; now I must repeat the process on a female."
She growled again, more loudly this time, and took another step away from him. "You are my friend, little human, but there are limits to how far I will go for--"
Chadwick frowned, then raised his staff, pointed it at her, and shouted an incantation. She froze just a moment, shocked that he would resort to using any of his magic against her, but even as she braced herself to spring back away from him tendrils of magic rose up from the sides of the platform and snapped towards her. She cried out and tried to hurry her leap before the magic could reach her, but the first cords wrapped themselves around her paws and held her securely where she stood, and no matter how hard she bucked she could not move her paws from the platform. She roared, thrashed again, then lowered her head and tried to bite at what restrained her only to raise her neck away again as more and more of the tendrils appeared out of the stone she stood on, whipping upwards to wrap around her body, her neck, her legs and tail, even her wings! Despite her powerful struggling the magic dragged her down onto her belly on the platform, wrapping tighter and tighter around her as she continued to squirm and thrash against it.
She roared again, then in one final, desperate attempt to escape she breathed fire at the wizard, but the lines around her neck pulled her head off to the side before she could release her flame and it fell uselessly to the ground far to the left of her assailant. She managed one last, loud bellow, then another cluster of the magic tendrils attacked her head, wrapping firmly around her snout, horns and throat, both to keep her from opening her mouth again and to hold her head still. She kept trying to wriggle free, doing her best to work her legs away from the bonds that trapped her, but the spell immobilized her more and more with each moment that passed and soon she couldn't move a muscle, wrapped virtually from snout to tailtip in the magic.
Finally it all seemed to condense into one massive shell about her body, conforming to the position it had forced her into before rolling her onto her back and stopping there. After a moment she felt an odd sensation of the magic running along her body, and managed to turn her head just enough to see that it seemed to have melted and flowed into the platform she was lying on, looking as if it had merged with the stone to even further trap her. The magic had solidified into a rigid black mass that now formed a stout cocoon around her, pinning her four legs and her wings firmly against her body, so tight around her that she couldn't roll over or curl her spine even the slightest bit. Her neck and tail were similarly bound, and while the material had also tightly muzzled her she was relieved that it had not covered her nostrils, or her eyes or earholes.
Now that the spell seemed complete Zelless began to struggle again, clenching her claws and doing everything she could to work her way free, grunting at the effort, but the magical shell was simply too strong for her to break through, and it was far too restricting for her to be able to put any real force into her efforts. Her forepaws had been bound so that her claws could only dig into the scales of her chest, and though her hind claws had enough room to clench together she couldn't manage to work them into the shell around her; with her fire and fangs also rendered useless by the muzzle around her snout, the spell had locked away all of her weapons--she was helpless. She turned her eyes towards the wizard as he walked into her field of vision and let out a muffled snarl, but he just looked sadly back at her.
"Please don't be angry at me," he sighed. "You know how important this work is to me, and I didn't want to risk the possibility of you running away, either before I could begin or in the middle of my research. But I still care about you, and you know just as well as my work being my life that I would never wish to hurt you or wrong you in any way. This request was not one I made of you lightly; I know that to be allowed to examine you in such an intimate way is not something you would let just anyone do... but I am not asking you to think of me as your mate or lover, only as a good friend who is curious about the world and wants to learn as much as he can about it. Yes, it's true that I will be studying you whether or not you want me to, but it would mean a lot to me if you could give me your permission to do so. Please... Just take a minute to calm down and think about it."
She growled again and glared at him, trying in vain for a moment longer to wriggle out of her bonds, but finally gave up and settled down to think. She couldn't just let him violate her like this... Yes, Chadwick was her friend, but not only did she not have any of those sort of feelings for him, he wasn't a dragon! It was wrong, it was sickening, and... But no, that wasn't right either, because he wasn't trying to mate with her, and he didn't mean for his actions to show any form of love or desire for her... He only wanted to observe. And what was wrong so wrong about a little observation? Dragons did not wear clothes, and she was sure he'd been able to see beneath her tail countless times over the course of their friendship...
So what made this different? That it was done on purpose? He could have made more covert attempts to get a look at her if he'd wanted, but he hadn't: he'd come right out and said what he was trying to do. He was a close friend, and an honest and well-meaning one at that, and as long as he didn't plan on actually mating with her... Maybe she wouldn't like it, but she'd be willing to put up with it... "You don't mean to mate with me, correct?"
"Correct," he said instantly.
Zelless sighed, though the tightness of the shell around her prevented her from breathing too deeply. "Fine. You have my permission... But you're going to owe me a lot for this," she growled.
The man chuckled, and turned to collect his sketching equipment from his desk. "I would have given you something nice for letting me do this either way. And thank you for giving me permission; it really does mean a lot to me. Now you just lie still there for a little while so I can work out a few good sketches..."
"But I gave you my permission," she attempted to squirm again, more for emphasis than to escape, but she was able to move so little and his spell covered so much of her that he probably didn't even know she was struggling. "I'm not going to try to fly away... You don't have to keep me trapped like this."
"Things will be easier this way," he said as he walked out of her view. She had to go by hearing from then on: his footsteps echoed through the chamber as he made his way towards her hindquarters, then a few moments of silence, and after a little while she could just make out the light scratching of quill on parchment as he began to draw. Evidently the shell Chadwick had summoned to pin her down already had a hole to give him access to her vent, for she hadn't noticed him pause to break or modify any of it; he must have been planning this for some time, she realized with a growl. But he must know me well enough to know how I'd most likely react, and know he would have to take steps to prevent it, and like he said, he wasn't going to just not research a part of the species he was attempting to perform an all-encompassing study of...
She sighed and tried to relax as he worked. At least her usual biggest problem with his sketching--not moving while he drew--wasn't much of an issue this time, as she couldn't have moved even if she'd wanted to, but her movement was so restricted by the spell that it was starting to make her restless. She felt like she needed to stretch, to spread her wings out, to fly or run around outside just to loosen up her muscles and joints... She began to twitch almost unconsciously beneath her encasement, letting out strained little grunts as the shell prevented her every movement. "How long is this going to take?" she asked, though with the muzzle muffling her words she wasn't sure how well he could hear him.
"I'm just finishing the first of three exterior sketches," came his reply. "You'll probably be in there until at least noon, possibly later depending on how long the tests take."
Noon? Zelless tried to buck and doubted that he even noticed.
"Don't worry, time will seem faster once we get to the testing and you have something to occupy your attention... Just keep still a little while longer, and I'll wrap up these sketches as quickly as I can."
She growled. "Not like I have much choice." The room went quiet again as Chadwick resumed his work, and it was only then that she realized the impact of what he was doing--he was staring right at her vent, trying to see every little feature of it, his focus entirely on that one sacred part of her body... Half of her was unnerved by it, but to her dismay the other half was actually aroused by his singular attention, somehow enjoying that she had to display herself to him and that the sight of it so captivated him. The feeling was weak, fortunately, so she was easily able to ignore the light, tingling heat that had formed in her belly--or so she thought. It was easy at first, but as the time stretched on and on while he sketched she couldn't help but continue to squirm, her restlessness progressing to a desire for her vent to receive more direct attention, and if he wouldn't hurry up and move onto this 'testing' he claimed to have planned then she was going to have to somehow find a way to take care of herself...
"There," he finally said, and she couldn't help but perk up and try to wriggle again as he seemed about to move on. "All done the exterior sketches... Now for some of the interior. Just so there are no surprises: I'm going to insert a sort of inverted vice a little ways into your sex and expand it, so I can see inside and get a couple sketches down of that, too. Shouldn't take too long."
Zelless groaned and tried unsuccessfully to still herself again. How on earth had just lying there been able to arouse her so much? Not only was she fully unable to touch herself, but there wasn't another dragon within a hundred miles of her, let alone in the room and watching her--or for her to watch--as she was forced to display herself... Had the wizard cast some sort of spell on her without her noticing that would make her feel that way, or had she just never realized that some part of her really enjoyed displaying herself to someone--or being restrained? She gasped and squirmed again as she felt cool metal press against the outside of her vent--it must have been the device he had just mentioned--then push slowly but firmly into her. It only went a little ways in, but then the presence inside her began to widen, forcing her lips farther and farther apart until she was spread almost uncomfortably open.
The sensation of being pressed open made her moan a couple of times, and fortunately the device was strong enough that it didn't break or lose any of its girth when she clenched down on it out of reflex. But that light contact only made the next round of sketches worse; the actual physical stimulation had allowed more of her to accept what was going on, and be aroused by it, and now she found it even harder to keep from struggling against the shell around her. Her hips began to try to rock back and forth almost of their own accord, as if trying to encourage whatever had only slightly penetrated her to go ahead and push all the way in, to fill her and thrust against her again and again into her until they both reached wonderful climax... But it didn't do any good, of course, and she could only lie there and wait until Chadwick finally finished his sketches.
"There we go, all done! Now it's time for some testing. First I want to see how different specific points of your vent react to direct stimulation, but in order to do that I'm going to need to cast another spell." He walked back over to stand next to her head, but before starting any incantation he bent down and looked into her eye. "How are you holding up in there?"
She grunted as she tried futilely to thrust upwards again--not that it would have done any good either way. "The faster you do this, the better."
"Of course," he nodded, and stood again, braced himself, then recited his next spell. A ring of deep blue light appeared in front of him, then glided forward to place itself around her head and spun there for a moment before fading away. "There... That spell is just a monitor of sorts; it will record both how strongly your mind registers each touch you receive and how aroused you are by it. I'm just going to be tapping certain points with the butt of my staff, so if you didn't want me to touch you very much directly, don't worry."
She blinked, since she couldn't tilt her head. "I understand."
"Good." He paused and looked away, then said, "forgive me for not asking this earlier, but have you ever mated before?"
"Yes. I haven't had any eggs, but I have mated a few times."
"All right." He left her field of vision and she had to listen for his footsteps again as he returned to her hindquarters and her still-spread-open vent. The anticipation of the touch she was about to receive made her struggle still harder as she waited for him to begin his test, barely able to realize that this was a human she was desperate to have touch her, and how she should have found it so revolting, but at this point she was far too aroused to care.
"Hmm, that's interesting..." came Chadwick's voice unexpectedly. "Sorry about the brief delay, but your body's letting out some of its lubricant and I want to take a sample." She heard rushed footsteps, then felt something brush against her for the briefest of moments, then, "there we go. Now on to the testing."
A moment later she finally felt the blunt, stiff pressure of his staff press against the edge of one of her lips, shivering a little but at the same time let down that the contact was so much less than what her body wanted, and what she for some reason had expected to feel... She groaned softly and finally brought herself back under control as Chadwick pressed down on another spot at the edge of her vent. Any sensation she could have--should have--hoped to receive from his staff was too short, too small, and too focused for her to really enjoy it; put together, this contact was only the lightest of teases, as if a dragon was exploring her or tickling her sex ever so lightly with his claws. And her body didn't want to be teased, it wanted a proper mating--but it seemed she wouldn't be getting that from this test.
She moaned and shivered again as one of the staff's next few pokes found a spot within her sex that was more sensitive than those previous, but the feeling went away again after just a moment, and then once again the wizard stopped, and spoke.
"Zelless, is something wrong? My monitor just said your level of arousal dropped dramatically. I didn't touch something I wasn't supposed to, did I?"
"No," she said, growling softly. "It's not your fault... it's my fault for getting too excited earlier. Continue."
"Oh." He went back to prodding her with the staff, beginning to reach deeper inside her now, and though he did manage to find some of her most sensitive points during his examination none of the contact was strong or prolonged enough for her to get more than the slightest bit of enjoyment from it. Even a couple pokes to the especially sensitive nub of flesh at the front edge of her vent drew only a soft moan from her, and by the time he finished her attempts to squirm were more from restlessness than arousal.
"There we go, one test down. How do you feel?"
"Fine," she sighed, moaning again as he finally removed the device that had held her entrance open. "Are you done yet?"
"No, I have another test to perform. Here, I'll show you what I'm going to use..."
She groaned as he went to get whatever it was he'd designed for the test. What now? She wasn't comfortable with this as it was, and if she had to lie through another session like that... She'd much rather go back to her cave and give herself what her body wanted, especially when it seemed that his tests were going to leave her so unsatisfied. "I think you've done enough," she growled. "Let me go."
"I'm not done yet."
"I don't care anymore. I've had enough of this, and I'm not sure I'm comfortable with you doing anything more than what you've done already. You have your sketches and your other test, so just leave it at that. Let me out."
His footsteps were getting closer to her head, but he was still out of her line of sight. "No."
She tried to thrash and roar, but the shell prevent both, reducing her movements to almost nothing and her roar to a muted howl. "I told you I've had enough! Let me go, human!"
"I have one more test I would like to perform," he said, more angrily this time, and finally stepped into her range of vision. Now she could see what he was trying to show her, and was shocked to find a near-perfect replica of a dragon's erect penis in his arms, formed of some unfamiliar material she couldn't identify by sight or smell. "I am going to use this to simulate how a dragon would mate with you, and record how you react to such stimulation through sensitive surfaces on this phallus."
"No you are not!" she snarled at him, baring her teeth even though the muzzle hid most of them from him. "You're going to let me out, now!"
He only shrugged. "I suggest that you try to enjoy it."
Then he turned and walked away again, taking the object to her hindquarters, where he would ignore her demands, her helpless struggling, and violate her with it. This was a man she'd thought of as a friend; how could he do this to her? Had she done something wrong? Had she wronged him somehow without realizing it? She tried to change tack. "Chadwick, please. You care about me, don't you? I thought you did... Please, listen to me. Let me go. I don't want this."
His footsteps didn't pause. "I told you before that you would be subjected to my tests whether you chose to allow it or not," he sighed. "For your own good, just accept and try to enjoy what happens... I had a few more things I would have liked to do, but they aren't as necessary, so since you're unhappy this is the last test we'll do on this subject. Can't you survive just one more? You made it this far with me..."
If he wasn't going to respond to her attempt to appeal to his friendship with her, then no reason to be nice any longer. She tried again to break through the shell that immobilized her, but to no avail, snarling, "and we will go no farther! If you ever want to see me again, let me out. Now."
"I told you before that I will make all necessary sacrifices for my research. Friendship is one of them." There was silence for a moment, then she heard him begin to mutter a spell.
"I warned you, human!" she raged as loudly as the muzzle would let her. "Let me go! Let me go now, or as soon as I get the chance I will kill you for this!"
"Please be quiet. You are breaking my concentration."
"Good! If you dare to put that thing inside me, I'll kill you for violating me and destroy everything in this tower, including your precious research!"
"I mean it," he shouted back at her, voice turning hard again. "Be quiet, or I will force you to do so."
The warning didn't make her pause for even a moment; if she was distracting too much for him to be able to cast the spell he was trying to use down there, then he couldn't possibly complete whatever spell he intended to use to gag her. "No! I'm not going to just let you do this! Get over here and let me out, or--"
"Or what?" he said sharply, reappearing in her field of vision with his staff held ready in front of him. "Last I checked, my spell had you completely at my mercy, which really makes me wonder how you think you can scare me with your threats."
Zelless howled at him again and began to respond, but he lunged forward, shouted something and pressed his staff against her throat; she felt an odd numbing sensation race through her neck, and though she tried to keep speaking she discovered to her horror that she could no longer hear her own words. She paused, took a deep breath, then tried again, and though the air came out of her as if she was speaking she couldn't make a sound. She tried to growl, to roar, even to whine, but nothing worked; his spell had completely silenced her.
"Now will you listen to me?" he sighed, speaking more quietly now. "I tried from the beginning to make you understand that this would be happening whether or not you wanted it to, and did my best to explain that things would be easier for both of us if you just relaxed and let yourself enjoy it. You gave me permission before; why change your mind now? I am only doing what I told you I would do."
What had changed? What'd changed was that her friend had betrayed her and planned to use some creation of his to rape her! She glared at him and bared her teeth, but that was all she could really do.
Chadwick frowned. "If you still won't listen to me, then I see no need to try to convince you any longer. I intend to use the phallus I showed you before to simulate a dragon mating with you, and will do so until you reach orgasm. Depending on the results I may repeat the process with a different stimulation pattern, but I'll have to see the initial results first. I suggest you don't try to resist, because I will not stop the test until I get the information I need, and struggling will only make it take longer." He turned and left her line of sight again.
What? No! No, he couldn't do that to her, he couldn't force her to climax like that, she wouldn't let him, she had to make him stop, there had to be some way... She began to fight against the shell that pinned her again, but it was futile; she couldn't move a muscle in her position, and all her weapons were useless. That combined with her inability to speak meant she had no way of preventing it, as much as she hated the idea... But she couldn't deny it any longer. He was going to force her to orgasm with his imitation of a dragon's cock, and she could not stop him.
She heard him muttering a spell and shuddered at the horror of what he was about to do to her. Why did it have to be like this? Why did he have to be so insistent, why did he have to resort to such methods, why wouldn't he listen to her, why couldn't she just enjoy it?
What?
"I will begin the test in one minute," he said.
Enjoy this? How was that even possible? How could she even consider it? He had attacked her, trapped her, refused to listen to her demands and even her pleas, then grown angry when she'd tried to convince him to stop... He was not a dragon, he was not her mate, he had not won the right to mate with her in a fair battle...
But he was going to do it to her anyway. And would it really be worse to relax and enjoy the sensation than to try to fight it until she couldn't resist any longer and was forced to orgasm? Her pride insisted that a true dragon would fight, would refuse to give up regardless of certain defeat, but was 'defeat' really so bad here? She had been friends with Chadwick for so long, and she really did like spending time with him, even if he was just a human. He'd done everything he could through the process to try to explain himself and convince her to relax, he'd explained very plainly what he wanted to do, and he'd even promised to give her something in return for agreeing to let him do this... She knew how much the research meant to him, after spending so much time helping him with it, and she had wanted to help, so she should have known she wouldn't have been able to convince him not to do this. How had she asked him to leave his work incomplete just because she didn't like it? What had she been thinking?
I should have said yes from the start, she thought with a long exhalation that would have been a sigh if not for the spell that had left her mute. But at least I probably haven't hurt his feelings too badly, and I'm sure it would go a ways towards fixing things if I just--
She shivered and clenched her throat with what would have been a moan of pleasure as she felt something hot and thick drive into her, and that made her mind up for her: she was going to enjoy it.
Zelless wriggled within the shell and tried to rock her hips towards Chadwick--assuming he was still at the base of her tail--with a snort, the only real noise she could make at this point. If she was going to enjoy this, then she wanted to really enjoy it, and that meant this "simulation" of his had better get started in a hurry.
But then she heard the wizard's voice again. "Zelless... Zelless, my monitor spell just said you're really getting aroused by this--" He ran back around to her head again and knelt next to her head, reaching out to put a hand on her snout where his magic hadn't covered it. "Did you change your mind?"
She did her best to nod, blinking once and hoping he could interpret it properly, then clenched down on the shaft he'd left unattended inside her. Couldn't he just get started already?
"I'm glad to know that," he smiled, "and thank you. Regardless of the testing, I'm happy I found a way to change your mind--and that I won't have to figure out a way to prevent you from trying to kill me before letting you go."
She snorted again, flicking her eyes in the direction of her hindquarters for emphasis.
"Very well," he chuckled in understanding, and walked away again. "Let's begin."
Finally, she thought, attempting almost out of reflex to rock her hips again. If Chadwick's simulation felt anywhere close to how actual mating felt, the rest of her time under his spells could actually be rather enjoyable despite the distractions of her immobilization and silencing. Hopefully the wizard knew what he was doing...
Oh, she wriggled uncontrollably for a moment before settling again as at last the test began, the surface of the phallus shivering, then seeming to expand briefly outward in a rippling motion from base to tip that felt almost like a thrust; it didn't feel as good as she remembered, it felt better! She curled her hind claws tight and gasped as the next sensation resonated even more strongly through her, a change in angle and another ripple along the length of the shaft drawing an arc of intense pleasure inside her. The last of her inhibitions about the situation were promptly buried beneath waves of wonderful sensation as the test settled into a steady rhythm, the shaft "thrusting" quickly but evenly and going in that different, even more exciting direction every once in a while.
Her breaths grew more rapid and her squirming more erratic as the test continued, muscles in her hind legs and tail beginning to shudder as the feelings within her built ever stronger, then the angle changed again and stayed different this time, sliding again and again over that especially sensitive spot within her and bringing her quickly to her climax. She thrashed from snout to tailtip as the ecstasy raced through her, heart racing, throat clenching as if to roar, muscles firing almost randomly against the cocoon that pinned her down, then after a few more wonderful seconds the sensations died away and she went still beneath her shell, breathing hard through her nostrils as she tried to recover.
There was a short pause, then she shivered one last time as the faux-cock was pulled from her vent. "I told you," Chadwick chuckled again, and returned to her head, smiling. "Didn't you enjoy that?"
She blinked, but began to try to squirm again after a moment. Could he let her out now?
"I don't think I need to run the test again, but after seeing the results... I'm tempted to ask if you want a second trial just because you seemed to be really enjoying yourself."
Two blinks this time: it had felt wonderful, he was right, but she was tired of being forced to lie still on her back on that platform.
"Oh, all right." He raised his staff and muttered a few words, and the magical shell that had encased her rippled, turned to liquid, and flowed silently back into the stone. Her throat also tingled, and she growled briefly to confirm that, yes, she could speak again, then rolled over and stretched before standing, groaning as she finally had a chance to stretch out her limbs. "Well?" he smiled up at her. "Was it worth it?"
She sighed and laid down on her belly before answering. "Yes... Though I can't help but say that after how good your test felt. You scared me, before I was able to properly think about what you were asking of me, and..." Her tail lashed of its own accord before she noticed, and settled it again. "I need you to tell me you won't try to do anything like that to me again."
"You have nothing to worry about. I knew this subject was a touchy one, so I saved it for the end just in case things went wrong; unless I discover something I forgot to investigate while writing up my research, I have no more tests or examinations to perform, and certainly no cause to bind you again. Now, I promised you a reward for helping me, so let me go and get it..."
The wizard hurried from the room. Zelless watched him go before curling up to examine herself, just to make sure nothing he had done had left any trace: she seemed fine, and was just lying down again when he returned.
"Here you are!" He held up the object for her to see, and she gasped and reached her head forward for a closer look: he held a golden statue of a dragon, nearly the size of his torso yet somehow light enough for him to hold. It was perfect in every proportion, every detail, and the amethyst gemstones in place of its eyes only made her more certain: he had modeled it after her. "I made this with magic, and included spells that make it lighter and more durable. I tried to make it look just like you, and I think I succeeded."
She took the statue carefully from him, taking care not to scratch it with her claws by accident despite what he'd just said about it being especially durable. The dragon--her--stood levelly on its four paws, head held high, wings spread, and tail just a little higher than normal, curling a bit at the tip. "It's beautiful," she murmured, nosing at it and trying to take in as many of the details as she could.
"You're probably also tired, after what I put you through. If you want to stay and rest for a few hours, I can cook something in that special marinade you love..."
"That sounds wonderful." She paused, looked around for a moment, then reached out with her tail and picked up the phallus he'd used on her from a nearby table. "I also want this."
That didn't seem to surprise him. "All right; I don't have any further use for it. But do understand that the spells that animate it do not function unless I activate them, so if you were to attempt to... have fun with it, the only special thing about it would be its shape."
She stood slowly and flexed her wings. "That's fine with me. I'm going to take these things back to my cave; you start preparing that marinade. I can almost taste it already."