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Taken

Part two of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Adagiodajiang

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“See you later, Valorean!"

Soren, an anthro dragon, waved goodbye to his friend as he left the gym, his bag slung over his shoulder. He smiled, his thick, white mane of hair waving lightly in the breeze, though he paid it no mind. With his muscle and scales, clad in black and red, there was very little anyone around him could do to harm him – and the wind was hardly going to push a guy like him off-balance.

Yet the wind picked up and up, roaring around him as he walked down the street. Behind the dragon, the fabric of reality ripped apart, revealing a gaping blue chasm in the air, whirling with kinetic energy. The moment Soren turned, however, he was dragged straight off his feet into the rift, his bag flying off his shoulder.

As the rift closed behind him, all that was left was his black and yellow gym bag with the logo on the side, dropping to the pavement. A passerby paused, glancing up, though they had not come around the corner in time to see what had happened.

It was all as if the dragon had never been there.

*

“Mmmph…" The dragon groaned, blinking as the world before his eyes cleared. “What… What happened?"

He pushed himself into a seated position, shaking his head slowly from one side to the other as he sought to clear it. It was not all that easy, however, as he crawled his way upright, using his long, thick tail more than usual for balance. It was a good thing he had it sometimes.

Where he'd landed looked like a city… And it wasn't too unfamiliar to him, though the stores didn't look the same and the vehicles there were a little different. Some of them even hovered off the ground and Soren backed away from them, wobbly on his feet. What the hell was going on? Where was he?

“It's a monster!"

“Someone sound the alarm!"

Other anthros fled from him, though they just looked like normal people to him. Soren stared after them, slack-jawed as he strained to get his eyes to focus, yet none of it made sense.

“Okay, just going to walk away from the crazy people then…"

Soren rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged, only glad he was still wearing his clothes, though it didn't at all seem like he was “home," or what he knew to be his home.

But he was soon pursued by sirens and anthros on foot, some even with strange, black suits that covered them from head to toe. They obeyed orders in an almost robotic fashion, the black second-skin almost looking like latex to him. But it couldn't be, surely?

Yet it was a world Soren would have to come to terms with very quickly indeed as he fled, hauling himself over a fence in an alleyway with such force that he flung himself up twenty-feet in the air.

CRACK!

“Oof!"

The tarmac crunched out from where his body impacted the ground, although he didn't quite understand what had happened. With authorities in hot pursuit, he jumped back up again and ran, though it quickly became evident that his muscles were simply more effective there than they had been before.

He ran faster. He jumped further. He climbed higher.

A lash of his tail to the corner of a building, completely unintentionally, destroyed the whole corner, the building crumbling down with a colossal grind and crash in his wake. Yet Soren could not stop to apologise to anyone as he fled and, finally, found an abandoned warehouse to hole up in.

Things changed. It was a world in which he was seen as a monster and it took a small Arctic wolf to pull him out of his frenzied stupor. Decro said he'd been checking for supplies in the old warehouse, things his company might have left behind, when he'd uncovered Soren in there.

Far from being terrified of Soren, the wolf seemed to know and understand that he was just an anthro like anyone else – so he helped the dragon. Soren was glad to have a friend, even though his whole new situation threw off his sense of the world, shaky where he had before been confident. When he had only one anthro on his side, the dragon took that trust blindly.

Too blindly.

A few months down the line, he headed over to where Decro, the wolf, said he was working, with a whistle on his lips. The wolf had helped him some time back with a disguise, so his horns were mostly hidden and he just looked like a lizard anthro, though it had meant painting over some of his red scales so he looked more like a species from another country. He would not be seen as a native to the country the city was in, but it was enough for others to not see him instantly as a monster. Thankfully for Soren, he didn't have wings, so the need to hide those was stripped from them. His tail needed to be trimmed down of the white fluff, which matched the colour of his hair, but Soren was able to fly under the radar a lot more when he kept himself to himself and didn't act like he was out of place in society.

“Hey, Decro!" Soren greeted him at the door as the wolf signed him into the building, which was oddly behind three security gates and a big, metal fence with rolled barbed wire at the top. “High security place this… I didn't think you worked somewhere this intense."

The wolf grinned, ears perked up, though Soren was not to know what he had planned for him. Of course, the dragon was the perfect subject for the Commission, but he had needed time to settle into his body in that new world before he could be used as they willed.

“Of course, of course," he said smoothly, half in his professional persona and half more personable – the mask he'd put on to lure Soren in. “Come on, I have something to show you."

Soren didn't quite know what to think as he was taken down a hallway to a room that only had a bed in it. Well, it kind of looked like a bed as it was rectangular and flat, though it had a strangle, smooth cover on it. It kind of looked like latex.

Huh… Like those weird guys who were chasing me when I first got here. That's pretty weird.

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“This is part of our new research here I wanted to show you!" Decro yipped excitedly, the white wolf's tail wagging fervently back and forth. “You just lie down on it and… Oh, I'll do the rest!"

He was so bright and uncharacteristically excited that Soren couldn't help doing as he asked, though it was all very unusual for him. Maybe it was something anthros in that world did more often, though he wasn't even sure if it felt usual there. It was hard to tell, even though he'd only been there for a few months – but surely he'd got to know Decro well enough that the wolf wouldn't ask him to do anything too odd?

“Well, okay…"

Soren's tail flicked unhappily as the dragon lay down on the bed on his back, stretching out his tail between his legs towards the foot of the bed. It was hardly comfortable and he sucked in a breath as the wolf tapped a control panel on the right hand side of the bed, a series of beeps filling the room.

“What's it doing?" The dragon asked as the bed vibrated around him, a smooth layer of latex coming up over him, slowly cutting off his view of the room. “Hey! Decro! Decro, what's it doing?"

The last view he had was of the wolf smirking, his mask dropping as Decro finally captured the dragon he'd been coveting for so long. Well, for the needs of the Commission, of course – but there'd be a hefty bonus in it for him too, he had no doubt about that.

“Ah, Soren," he said softly as the dragon shifted back and forth within the vac-u-bed, the latex pulling more and more tightly over him. “You shouldn't have trusted someone like me so easily. At least you're going to be useful. That's more than a lot of furs in this world can honestly say."

He smiled and rubbed the back of one paw as he watched the vac-u-bed bear down increasingly on Soren, showing the dragon's shapely, muscled figure very nicely. It would have made a good show, in that sense, but the moment was all about the dragon and what the vac-u-bed, merely a draining device, would do to him.

Soren groaned, his tongue trying to loll from his muzzle, but the bed pulled too tightly around him. He gaped his jaws, trying to find some leverage or weak spot, though the latex pulled over him so tightly that he couldn't even raise his paws. His tail jerked back and forth until his body was completely immobilised.

Eyes wide and staring, all he saw was black. The smell of the latex dug into his nostrils, soft and rubbery, even with a hint of something stifling about it. It was the kind of smell that got into his system and had his eyes watering, locking down his senses so all he could experience was the bed and its tight, clinging pull all over his scaled body.

“Unff… No…"

He groaned, trying to wriggle back and forth, yet there was no point. Not as his eyelids fluttered and he moaned aloud, a strange sense of loss slipping through his body.

He was weak, so weak. And it was not because of the bed either – oh no. It was his strength, weaker than he had been since he'd been in that world. The only sensation, whole body, Soren could liken it to was a feeling of being sick; when his ability to move and care for himself was weakened, simply because he was fighting off some illness or another.

His limbs were heavy, so very heavy, and it would have taken so much effort to move them anyway. His fingers twitched, aching to curl up into a fist – to do something, anything, just to get out of there. He snarled open-mouthed, Soren's jaws frozen apart, but his energy was still his, even if his body ached with the sense of losing his ever-powerful strength.

“Unff…"

Footsteps rang out around him and mildly hushed voices, though no one seemed all that concerned about the dragon in the vac-u-bed. He twisted a little, feeling the latex give, and snapped his jaws, digging through it with a couple of his teeth. That was enough to give the dragon the edge he needed as he snapped and clawed, the break in the latex giving him enough room to rake his clawed hands through it, slicing raggedly as he forced his body through and out of the bed.

Yet every move was like pushing through sludge after the super strength he'd enjoyed for those months. His shoulders ached and sought to round – but, no! Soren had to fight, had to keep fighting, for finally the drake realised something exceedingly wrong was going on there.

And he had to do something to stop anything worse happening to him.

“Rrrrraaaawwwrrr!"

He bellowed a roar as he fought his way free of the bed, anger giving him strength. However, the dragon was strangely off-balance as he brutally tore his way out and freed himself, lunging for the shape of the white wolf without a second thought. He didn't realise immediately that his clothes were in shreds, ragged in some places and hanging off him in others, but the bed did more than simply drain one's powers. Some things were not for him to know as he desperately raked in a raw, painful breath and heaved at the wolf – but a dark figure blocked his path.

“Move!" He snarled. “This one… This thing… He's tricked me! Decro, how could you?"

The wolf laughed and shook his head.

“How easy it was," he mocked. “You were so willing to trust, having just come through that portal. “Look how weak you are now, your strength is already gone. But it was never yours to take, was it? Shouldn't you get a new pair of pants too, Soren? That pair is so torn up, I can see the scales of your ass. There's such a thing called modesty, you know."

The dragon cursed under his breath and tried to cover his ass with his tail, though it didn't help all that much. The bed, somehow, had ripped up his clothing while draining his strength, but Soren still had his old strength and his old body – surely? He balled up his right hand into a fist, grinding his teeth together, a muscle jumping in the corner of his jaw.

“You're going to pay for this, Decro…"

The wolf smirked.

“Why? You're more beautiful with your clothes off, Soren. Why wouldn't everyone want to see your gorgeous muscles that you spend so much time working on? We'll have an outfit, of sorts, that will show all of that off for you. And the nice curve of your ass. Glutes like that shouldn't be hidden away, dragon!"

Soren growled and lunged, but the dark figure blocked his path again. Blinking rapidly, Soren forced himself to focus.

“Who the hell are you? Or what are you?"

The black figure didn't react in the slightest to his voice, as if he was listening to something else, as his ears seemed to be pricked. At least, Soren thought it was a “he" for he seemed to have both the height and the musculature of a male, though it was hard to tell with that slick, shiny layer of latex covering him from head to toe. He looked faceless, perhaps nameless, with every feature of his body defined, showing off a vaguely feline muzzle. What type of cat he was, however, was not something he could determine. It was only the lack of shape of the ears and the longer tail that showed him to be a feline, after all.

“Incapacitate the subject!"

Decro gave the order and the latex drone moved instantly to obey. In a moment, a sharp sideways slice of his arm to Soren's throat knocked the dragon to the ground. When Soren coughed and rolled over on to all fours, trying to get up, the drone pinned him down with a heavy paw in the centre of Soren's chest, holding him exactly where Decro had ordered.

“What the – let me go! This isn't where I belong! Decro, I can't believe you'd do this to me!"

Pain laced his tone, but fiery angry rumbled underneath. He snapped and snarled, using his tail to knock out against the drone's legs, though Decro was there, leaning down close to his ear.

The wolf's lips curled into a smile, dark mirth glittering in his eyes.

“You'll be fine. At least, for what we need you for."

Drawing back, he set off a grenade-type device: one of the flash bangs especially made from the semen extracted from Daybreak, one of the captured heroes. Soren's head rang as sound exploded through the comparatively small room, the light blinding him.

The dragon tried to howl. And then he lost consciousness.

*

Soren blinked slowly as he came back around, although the dragon's head ached and he felt very strange. A mask clung to his head, feeding a tube to his mouth that, at least, offered him air, for it swiftly became clear he was floating in a tank, drifting up and down slowly.

“Mmmph?"

The dragon tried to turn, although something on his back stopped him from moving. It didn't hurt, though there were an awful lot of cables linked to it, a long, metal strip digging into his back at the end of them. They stopped him from turning and he grunted, tonguing the tube in his mouth, though it only extended far enough over his tongue to stop him from closing his mouth.

His nostrils puckered and flared as he checked he could still breathe properly, though blinking through the swilling, translucent-green fluid was eerie, like he couldn't fully see the world outside the tank. Pads were attached to his balls and nipples, which looked familiar in a strange way, though Soren couldn't quite place where he'd seen them before.

He clenched his buttocks and winced as something within his ass protested. What kind of thing were the sick fucks who'd captured him into? Claustrophobia clawed at him as the water and the walls of the tank pressed in on him from all sides, though the dragon's tail, at least, was free to swing back and forth. It came as no surprise to him, considering the plug that seemed to be up under his tail, filling his ass, that his cock was covered with a strange sleeve too. The tube was hard on the outside, connected to a tube, and soft on the inside, pulling a little pleasantly along his somewhat hard shaft.

The dragon groaned. Everything was wrong, so very wrong. He chewed at the tube and tried to tall, but all that came out was muffled gargles, his tongue and lips not able to move freely.

“Mmmph… Hmm-mmph?"

“Ah, it is awake."

Decro walked up to the tube, not looking at all like the wolf he knew. There was a new set to his shoulders and a proud swing in his stride, his tail lifted as if he was challenging everyone around him. Confidence like nothing Soren had seen from him before rolled off the wolf and Soren growled within the mask, blinking through the goggles that covered his eyes.

Damn him!

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His tail thrashed against the tank as liquid swilled around him, caressing his bare scales. The wolf raised an eyebrow, cocking his head.

“Well, Soren," he said, though Soren's name came out like it left a foul taste in the Arctic wolf's mouth. “Welcome to your new life. Feel that, the metal digging into your spine? That's a great little invention of ours, which allows us to directly influence your central nervous system…and therefore your brain."

Soren grunted and slammed a hand into the wall of the tank, though the fluid suppressed his movements, making him feel even weaker than he was. Being strong in that world hadn't got him all that far, quite clearly.

“Chemicals too will be injected into your body, to arouse you and weaken your will. I'd tell you how they work – but someone like you wouldn't understand. You'll have plenty of lovely ejaculations, however, as we break your will down slowly. I hope you break slowly, so I can watch every moment of your fall."

Soren growled, feeling the rumble in his chest, although it didn't seem to go all that far.

“Everyone," Decro said, addressing the other scientists in the room, three that Soren could see. “You may begin. See that everything is covered in your experiments."

The dragon growled as the others approached, though he was not in control. He tried reaching around behind him to remove the plug from his ass, but a mecha arm instantly snatched down into the tank, locking both of his hands in cuffs that meant he couldn't get around to it. They seemed magnetised in some way, keeping his hands roughly in the centre of the tank so he was facing the scientists doing stuff to him at all times.

“He is glorious," a stoat said, making a note on the clipboard. “I didn't think his pecs would be quite so large."

“We'll get measurements of those," a white fox said, checking some settings. “But I thought he would have a huge dick, like one you wouldn't think could fit inside anyone. His is just, like, regular for an anthro. Of that physique, anyway."

Soren growled and tried to turn away, but helplessness dragged mockingly at the dragon, reminding him too intimately of the situation he was in.

“He'll look even better when he's a drone," the last one of the three, a stag, said. “You'll see every bit of muscle on him then, even those horns that were hidden under his hair. Decro really is good at getting new targets inside these walls."

“Yeah, he really outdid himself."

Soren bristled. So, it had been Decro's plan all along to capture him? What a fool he'd been! Yet he'd been in a new world and hadn't found anyone he could rely on; he'd been so desperate just to find someone he could trust, someone who wouldn't think he was a monster.

So, that was what he would use as mental fuel to resist them, to not let them break his mind.

ZAP!

“Oof!"

The dragon grunted but otherwise tried not to show any kind of response as his balls ached, e-stim making him jolt and twitch as the scientists played with the settings. Pulsing pleasure rolled through him as they lowered the intensity, though it seemed like they were trying one mechanism at a time.

Just like they were experimenting on him.

Hold on, Soren told himself. They don't know what's going on in your head. They can't make you do anything. All you have to do is resist orgasm. Resist them breaking your mind, turning you into something you're not.

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He paused, thinking through what they'd said, distracting himself from the burning bursts of pleasure, twisting through almost the pressure of overstimulation to his nuts already.

A drone… That's what they said, only briefly. That must be like that cat-anthro thing who pinned me when I just came out of that horrible vac-u-bed. That's what I'll become if they break me down.

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He growled, gnashing his jaws around the tube, his tail sluggishly thrashing back and forth. The white fur of his mane-like hair floated around him, although he didn't need to consider it in that moment.

Not as pleasure sparked through him, making his cock throb in the sleeve, which suddenly felt warm and inviting, as if he could thrust and sink into it. He grunted and pulled his hips back, resisting the draw, though the e-stim came with more targeted shocks, as if the scientists were measuring his responses and changing what they did in tune with that.

No… I can fight back against this still. Them realising what shocks get to my nuts the best doesn't mean I'm going to break!

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He resolved to give them hell, the dragon closing his eyes and bearing down. He squeezed his glutes and tensed his calves, going through all the muscle groups in his body he could – even the smaller, lighter muscles that never usually had much focus. It took his mind away, if only for a few moments, but not even Soren could prevent his body from being wantonly hauled, against his will, towards inevitable climax.

He panted heavily into the breathing tube and jolted as a mecha arm pinned a big tag through his ear. Soren jerked his head away, but it was too late, the text reading, “SUB-2841," on it.

“Unff!"

“Oh, it won't hurt him," the stoat commented. “At least he's tagged now."

Why did he needed to be tagged? The dragon twisted, bringing his tail up to swipe it off, even if it ripped off a chunk of his ear.

“It'll be good for you," a voice rang out through his head, sounding so much like his own thoughts that he paused. “Keep it. It's you."

What the hell?

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He grunted and shook his head a little, worrying clawing at his stomach. Yet he couldn't think straight with pleasure rolling through his body, hearing voices in his head… Or was it just his thoughts?

There was no way to tell and that frightened the dragon more than anything else, hissing through the mask and bucking his hips, just to feel like he was physically doing something to fight back.

Pleasure swamped him, no matter how hard he tried to push it down, to fight it, to pretend that it wasn't all really happening, that he wasn't like the others. Still, Soren told himself that, even if he orgasmed, he would not to submit to them, that he would be stronger than the others the so-called Commission had taken.

His cock throbbed and Soren tensed, tucking his chin down so the big, heavy mask “thunked" against his chest. Though there was little else he could do or even worry about as orgasm pulled at him, his balls aching as the e-stim ramped up. There was not too much pain, though there was a dull sense of strain that rolled through his body, his tail sticking out straight as lust overcame him.

“Mmm-hmm-mmph!"

He moaned into the mask, embarrassed hotly by his own reaction, as orgasm overcame him. There was just too much going on, all at once, and he swallowed his moan the best he could, turning it into a growl while cum shot from him. His hips jerked against his will, helping send his seed down the tube into the containment chamber – or whatever the thing was that was taking his cum from him.

Soren wasn't even sure he cared, telling himself once again that he was going to hold back, even as his cock twitched and throbbed within the sleeve. It was just clasped so tightly and warmly in the tube that he couldn't help himself, trying to grit his teeth together even when he couldn't actually close his mouth.

Blinking through the goggles, he watched a gauge outside move down a little, though it was only by an increment. The gauge was still green and seemed to be on a digital screen, though it was slightly too far away for him to read the text that told him what it was for.

No matter. He wasn't going to fall prey to the Commission anyway, so Soren didn't care to know more.

“Okay, let's try something else this time…"

The e-stim eased off, leaving the plug in his ass to vibrate. He grunted throatily as it pushed up against his prostate, though he tried not to think about it. He tried to send his thoughts somewhere else, far away, but Soren was dragged back to reality as the plug moved. Revealing itself to be more of a dildo, though the Commission could adjust the shape and size of it at will, it worked back and forth like another male had their cock ground up under his tail, thrusting deeply.

“Nnnngghhhh…"

Soren didn't want to be caught up by everything as he watched the green bar of the gauge near the tank flicker a little. For a moment, it looked like it was going to go down a little more, but it held steady.

That little bar felt like it was important, although Soren didn't know what he was going to do about that.

The dildo worked harder and faster, vibrating against his prostate. He gnashed his jaws around the tube in his mouth, grunting and groaning.

“Nnnnnnooooo!"

He howled against the mask, trying to thrash, but all the cables sticking out of the metal strip in his back held him firmly in place, better than any bondage could have. The weight of the fluid around him bore the dragon down so his heavily muscled form was forced to rest near the floor of the tank, huffing and heaving for breath that was not really his to take.

“Turn it up another level."

“It's too soon!"

“They said to experiment. That's exactly what I'm doing."

The words of the scientists rolled over him and the dragon instinctively tried to bare his jaws at them, although it was not as if that was going to put them off. They knew he was contained; they knew he was weakened. They had no fear of anyone that was bound to be milked and drained at the Commission, for they had the resources easily at hand to bring anyone needed under control. Once they'd got that first hero, some time ago, everything had become easy after that.

He moaned and hung forward, his shoulders rounding.

Hold on. Don't think of anything else. Just resist. Resist. Resist. Resist.

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He repeated the words over and over again in his head, his own little mantra.

It was useless. As the dildo vibrated powerfully under his tail, his tail shot out straight, his spine going rigid. And Soren was, yet again, helpless to stop himself as he sent jet after heady jet of cum straight down the tube, flowing in a slick slide of semen that the Commission would make use of.

Not good use, at least to Soren; but use all the same.

Again, they swapped tactics, using e-stim on his nipples while the milking sleeve pulsed around his cock. The dragon moaned, watching the bar move down a little again on the gauge, but he couldn't stop himself from thrusting harder into the sleeve. His hips worked back and forth with little grinding thrusts that had a needy edge to them, though at least Soren had managed to soften the line of his tail. It hung in a gentler arc in the water behind him, yet lust ruled.

Hold on… Resist…

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I can…resist…

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Yet Soren was not all that sure of that anymore, not as he grunted and tongued the tube, his mind growing foggier. He knew he had to hold back as much as he could, forever, if that was what it took. Yet the water cooled him as his scales burned with inner heat, his cock aching brutally within the sleeve.

It worked him over, his too-sensitive flesh pulsing lightly with every throb of blood that rolled through him. Yet the dragon struggled to cling to a single thought, even though he'd been repeating his mantra, disconnected words floating through his head.

Hold…

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Cum…

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Need…

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Commission…

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Cum…

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Must cum…

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“Nnnnngghhhhh!"

Soren moaned again, his tail swishing discontentedly through the fluid, though that didn't help. He didn't want to lose himself, no, even though he struggled to string together a coherent sentence anymore.

“This will reduce his brainpower, bit by bit," the stag said, making another note on his clipboard. “It's fighting back harder than the others did."

Soren grunted and thrust, releasing another jet of cum as pleasure swarmed his mind. Yet he clung to a tiny fragment of reality as he pressed on, trying to clench his teeth together yet again.

His mind… No, not his mind. He'd hold on to that. They couldn't make him lose his mind merely by ejaculating, surely?

Yet the dragon had forgotten to account for the chemicals entering his system through the needles on the metal strip on his back, which was as much a part of him as his scales.

He blinked, feeling the loss of something, yet not realising what it was. It probably wasn't all that important if he couldn't remember it, Soren thought, jerking in his bonds while he let loose yet another stream of cum.

The scientists swapped between stimuli, taking him through different patterns of pleasure, so Soren never quite knew what was coming next. He twisted and bucked and pressed his hands uselessly against the sides of the tank, although there was nothing he could do.

The bar on the gauge slowly turned orange, moving closer to the centre. Bit by bit, it grew smaller, his heart pounding. What did it mean? Was that really his brainpower, what made the dragon who he was?

No, no… No, they couldn't do that. They were just trying to break him, surely, so he would do what they wanted. It had to be a trick, a mind game.

Yet Soren blinked dully and grunted as another climax ached through him, leaving him needier than ever. When had he wanted to cum so badly? He moaned and thrust, spearing his cock into the sleeve passionately, the heated pulse of his cock rolling through him.

It was not giving in, he told himself, to let himself have an orgasm. Yet even that was a false measure of Soren pretending he had any control over what was going on, while desire ached desperately through him. The force was like a wave, coming and going – but endless in its gravity-fuelled course.

“Ah! I see all is going well!"

Decro strolled back in with a smile as the stoat, deer and fox all lifted their heads to greet him.

“Pause the dronification process. We have an offer for our dear…dragon here. For you're not a hero, are you, Soren? You… You are the oddity amongst our collection here."

Never meant…to be… To be… To be…

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He fought to finish the thought, drawing on a reserve of energy Soren had not even known he had.

To be here_._

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The stimuli ceased, though his cock still tingled desperately, his body eagerly anticipating another orgasm. His balls throbbed from the e-stim, and Soren loathed just how his body wanted it already. He'd never thought his physical form was suspect to something so malleable, something that could twist and bend and break him to the will of another.

There, Soren had been wrong.

Decro stared him down, ears slightly back.

“You may fight our newest drone," he offered, with a tiny smirk on his lips. “SIG-twenty-one. Fight one another for release, for freedom. Do you accept?"

Soren shook his head, though that didn't help him clear it in the slightest. What was the dull wolf offering him? All he felt was a surge of dark loathing towards the wolf and he tried to bare his teeth once again, forgetting that the mask stopped him from doing so.

Fight other… Win freedom…

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His mind fought to make sense of it all and Soren clung to the smallest shreds of reason he could. Why the wolf would offer him such a thing wasn't a question the dragon could answer, but he tucked his tail down as much as he could with the mechanically controlled dildo shoved up under there. He just wanted to look like himself again: proud and in control of himself. Two things that had not been true all that often since his arrival in that world.

He nodded stiffly. Winning the fight, whatever it was, would get him out of there. He'd be able to stop playing their sick little games.

The orange bar wavered faintly, his brainpower going down another notch. He shuddered as mecha arms moved within the tank, fitting him with large, chunky metal plates of armour. They fit perfectly on his body as if they had been made for him, though somewhat hid his musculature. Of course, his cock was left out, in the sleeve. They had no reason to protect that further when it was already contained.

“Well done, dragon," Decro said smoothly. “You have made the right decision. Drain the tank, take him out now that the mecha armour is all in place. But remember this – the loser will be punished."

Soren, however, had no intention of losing.

Continued in part three of three…