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The dragon sat in the massive, mostly abandoned lobby of the space-bound emporium, flanked by four imperial guards. His foot tapped and his wings ruffled impatiently as his eyes roved over the hall he was in. It was enormous, not because it needed to hold many people, but because it wanted to convey a sense of grandeur and luxury: massive windows opened over the nearby planet and its moon; five-story holographic displays showed off the latest products available ("Why waste time with a recalcitrant slave," one ad declared, "when you could have a custom-built toy instead?"); marquee messages scrolled past along the walls, informing all customers of the specs on the latest models; four actual toys were suspended in cages in mid-air, two dragons, two dragonesses, each of the purest iridescent white, gyrating sensually, constantly, mindlessly; and down near the entrance to the factory proper, were two more products, one a fiery red and the other a liquid blue, collared to and constantly caressing the other. The corner of the dragon's mouth curled almost imperceptibly upward as he looked at them again.

"Your eminence!"

The dragon and his guards turned their heads as one to the entrance of the factory, where a smaller, lab-coated reptile -- the dragon would have been loath to refer to the wingless creature as the same species as himself, although it was technically true -- was running across the floor towards them. The dragon finally stood, his guards stiffening, as the reptile approached.

He stopped a foot before them, bowed his head, and touched his open palm to his chest in salute. "Ajel Mardon, Lord High Cariff of the Empire--" the lineage of titles was broken by the dragon making a waving motion to stop him "--you have my sincerest apologies. Our communications have been down for repairs. We only just learned you had docked."

One of the guards (a huge shaggy thing from one of the enslaved worlds) gave a growl and his grip tightened on the gleaming, laser-tipped halberd he carried. Ajel, the dragon, touched the guard's shoulder and shook his head. "Back to the ship, all of you. This is a private affair."

The guards lumbered away, and the reptile stayed bowed low until they had gone.

"You are forgiven," Ajel said at last. "We noticed your station was under repairs as we approached."

"A thousand apologies still, your eminence. I am--"

"Who you are is unimportant. I only care about how you can serve the Empire."

The reptile glanced up, gave a shaky nod, and averted his gaze again.

"What is it you do here?"

"I am an overseer."

"Very well, overseer," the tall dragon said in a deep voice. He waved a hand towards the far end of the chamber, where the red and blue dragonettes still knelt caressing one another. "Are these the ones I requested?"

"Yes, your eminence, made exactly to your specifications."

"Show me."

They walked together across the spacious floor, a study in contrasts. Ajel walked in front, tall, imposing, as black as ebon, with his wings held high and his strong tail whipping back and forth with every step. The overseer walked behind, hunched, meek, green as an emerald, his tail hidden under his coat, and -- of course -- wingless. Ajel wore little, only a loincloth and a y-shaped harness over his chest which held a few small bags and kept the imperial sash pinned in place on his shoulder. The overseer wore so much it seemed he was trying to disappear into the voluminous lab coat.

As they got closer to the far end of the lobby, it became clear that the dragonettes who knelt there were artificial. Instead of the usual lustrous scales that Ajel and the overseer had, they each had a glossy sheen. Their skin was latex. Their breasts hung at a perky height impossible by natural means. Between their thighs each of the dragonettes had a shaft, constantly erect and leaking and again made out of latex. Beneath that, a vaginal slit opened up. On their outer hips, a pair of handles were fixed, for better grip during sex. While their eyes focused on Ajel and the overseer as they approached, the focus was a dull one. Their gaze always seemed preoccupied. They certainly were preoccupied in other ways. No matter what else was happening around them, the red and blue dragonettes were caressing one another, grinding against one another, kissing one another, fondling one another. The intimacy of their touches was deeper than any Ajel had even seen before, even between him and his wife.

"Beautiful," he said.

"We had our finest artisan working a week to craft their features," the overseer said. "Every groove, every flare, every color was designed by hand."

Ajel reached out for the red dragonette. She immediately took notice and leaned away from her partner to press into the touch. She gasped and cooed as her skin was caressed, looking up with devotion. "Has she been imprinted on me yet?"

"No, we thought it best to wait until after you arrived in person, so they could imprint better on your scent and taste as well. Also, we have not received final payment." The last part he added in a quieter voice.

"I wanted to make sure everything was as I wanted first."

"Of course, your eminence," the overseer said quickly. "I completely understand. We are under no time obligation. You may take as long as you like to be sure."

Ajel continued his inspection of the two toys. He was pleased to note that although their skin had the appearance of latex, it was not as flexible as rubber. The skin was taut and the horns on the back of her head were as tough as real horns should be. Of course, he had not desired this purchase merely to admire the craftsmanship of a good horn. He inspected her sexual attributes thoroughly: the firmness of her breast, the feel of her shaft in his hand, the warmth, tightness, and slickness of her lower entrances. When he put his fingers into her mouth, she closed her lips around them, her tongue coiling out to wrap as much as it could around his wrist, as if wanting even more of him to suckle on. "Impressive."

"It all meets your needs?"

"Quite."

"Might I show off one of our latest features? It comes for free on all the new models."

Ajel nodded and withdrew his hand as the overseer reached in to touch the top of the red dragonette's muzzle. After a moment of holding his hand still, a bio-illuminated display appeared on the latex skin of her muzzle, sharp blue against the skin's red. The overseer swiped the display once to the left. A moment later, the corners of the dragonette's lips began to fuse, as if a hidden zipper were pulling them in tight towards the front, but the front of her lips instead formed a perfect O. Her muzzle was shaped like that of a lovedoll. "For greater suction when desired," the overseer said and swiped right to let her muzzle reform the way it had originally been set.

The dragon stood back, silent and impressed, although he did his best not to let any of his feelings show. "Nanite manipulation?"

The overseer beamed and nodded.

"Any safety concerns? I wouldn't want to get a finger trapped in her cheek."

"Oh no, your eminence. We've been testing them thoroughly. You could shift her muzzle type even while... in use... and you would be perfectly safe."

The dragon licked his lips lustfully. The red dragonette met his gaze and returned the motion.

"We have extended the technique far further," the overseer said and this time touched the dragonette's midriff. After the display appeared and he swiped left, the dragonette's shaft wilted and slid back into a newly formed sheath that was waiting for it. Another swipe left and the sheath and shaft disappeared entirely, turning the dragonette into a true dragoness. Another swipe left and the slit disappeared; the breasts shrunk to half size. Another swipe left and the shaft reappeared. Another swipe left and she was back to being the way she had begun.

The high cariff had watched all this with a stirring in his loins. He did not bother to hide the bulge that formed under his loincloth. Such prudeness was not the concern of the aristocracy. "Why did the breasts not disappear entirely?"

"Oh, yes. Here, your eminence. If you would place your hands on the secondary horns, you should feel a button just behind them. Please press them both simultaneously." The overseer was careful to phrase it all as a suggestion. No dragon would dare to order the high cariff, except perhaps a member of the imperial court.

Ajel caressed the dragonette's primary horns again, the two magnificent shafts of rubber that arced beautifully from the top of her head down towards her back. The secondary horns were lower, at her cheeks. When he held them, it felt like he was holding her head in his hands. He pressed the two well-hidden buttons, her body and face stiffened, a hiss of air whooshed around his fingers, and the dragonette's luscious rubber face came away in his hands. It was only a mask. Inside was another face, light brown, curls of red hair, a short nose, no muzzle at all.

"A human female," the overseer said. "Human females have breasts and you specifically requested we not drastically alter the host's body."

Ajel nodded. He looked over the red dragonette's true face. She was staring sightlessly ahead of her. Her lips were moving in an odd way, as if expecting to be much longer than they actually were.

"Ah, yes," the overseer continued, accustomed to explanation and detail. "The host is trained to think of the suit as her own body now. When her face is not attached, she falls into a deep trance state. Highly suggestible. You could reprogram the instituted brainwashing if need be, but we would dissuade you from making any long-lasting changes."

"Understood. How do I put it back on?"

"Just set it back in place. It auto-locks."

He pushed the dragonette mask back over the human face. There was a sucking sound and then the dragonette looked up at him again, giving a loving churr as she nuzzled against his hands.

The overseer's eyes darted from the dragonette to the dragon and back again. "So, is everything to your liking?"

"Yes."

"Excellent. Shall I bring up your account?"

Ajel ruffled his wings and shook his head. "It is easy to make a product that appears good on the outside. I want to be sure their construction is just as careful as their final looks."

The overseer fumbled about for words for a moment. "Uh, how about a factory tour then? I will guide you through the whole process myself."

Ajel beamed. Exactly what he had hoped for. "Lead on."

The overseer scurried forward. He was a foot shorter than the high cariff and for every one of the dragon's massive steps, the reptile had to make one and a half. The two dragonettes, as they always did in the absence of others, went back to fondling one another.

The two walked past the door whose sign read "Emporium" and whose interior contained dozens of other rubber toys. They stepped past the door whose sign read "Testing room" and from which emanated a number of loud moans. Then they came up to a door whose only label said "Employees and designated guests only."

Just inside, two guards stood. They were again dragonettes, but different this time. They were pure black with bio-illuminated purple running like circuitry under their skin. Beside their ebon shafts, each was equipped with a holster and pistol. Instead of eyes, a single visor of the same purple color ran across their face, and their muzzles were frozen in a constant smile that, if the high cariff were honest, he would say was a little unnerving. These weren't toys or models like the ones out front. These were service drones.

Seeing the high cariff's concern, the overseer placed his hand on the guard's muzzle, waited a moment and swiped once right. The grin was replaced by a neutral expression. "Apologies, your eminence," the overseer said.

The dragon took a closer look at the guard. Atop its forehead, etched in the same purple, several numbers and letters appeared: an identification code of some kind. "Are these guards fully functional?"

"Oh, yes, of course. All the drones are. I can give you some privacy if you'd like to test--"

"No need." Ajel reached down and took a firm hold of the guard's erect shaft. "Cum," he commanded and then silently began counting as the guard's hips slid forward and back, the shaft jumped, and a burst of seed flew from the tip. "Seven seconds."

The overseer rubbed his hands together and bit his lips. "I'm sorry, your eminence. We could install a wire directly into the host's brain in order to stimulate instant orgasm, but we generally prefer to rely solely on behavior modification instead. Our best record is four seconds."

"Impressive nonetheless. Clean the mess." His last words were directed at the guard, who got down on all fours, licking up her own seed. "Many other species would require half a minute. These humans appear to be well-adapted for becoming playthings."

The overseer swallowed and smiled in clear relief. "I take pride in a job well done."

Ajel watched the guard finish cleaning and stand back at attention. "Is this host male or female?"

"Male, your eminence. Since many customers wish to have a dragonette with functional vagina but do not want the host surgically modified, we often use females for toys. I would say three-quarters of our toys have female hosts. Males are more commonly used for guards or workers."

Ajel considered this. "Very well. Begin the tour."

"Right away, your eminence." the overseer hopped forward, feeling the need that came with his position grow. He had to explain everything, no matter how insignificant. The dragon walked with slow, purposeful steps, curling his wings behind himself and tuning the overseer out until something interesting happened.

"And here we have the waiting for prospective hosts," the overseer announced a few minutes later. They were now on a moving walkway, gazing into a room through one-way glass. The room in question was packed full of humans, mostly of young adult or middling age, male and female, with a variety of different skin and hair tones. Ajel was pleased to see a few of them had deep hues to their skin, almost on par with the blackness of his own scales. He wished he had known to request one of them for the hosts of his toys. "Prospective hosts typically belong to one of three broad categories. First, of course, are the criminals." He pointed to a significant number of humans in the back off the room, each of whom wore an orange jumpsuit.

"Criminals?" Even the high cariff had trouble keeping the surprise out of his voice.

"I know, your eminence. But human justice has been based in part around the idea of repaying one's debt to society. So many of the provincial governments will ship unwanted criminals here, to be turned into drones or toys who will be more useful. If the crime is not severe, it is temporary. Many, however, are permanent."

"I see..."

The overseer coughed and spoke a little quickly. "We keep those whose crimes were violent away from others. Just in case the mental reprogramming isn't perfect."

The high cariff gave a somber nod. "Continue."

"The second group are those seeking money, either due to debts or a chance to make some 'quick' money. They will often enter a contract for a year or so. The payment is often enough to cancel all but the worst debts and help many humans live a comfortable life. The third group are EVs, the Exceptional Volunteers."

One of the high cariff's eyeridges lifted.

"They are the highest class of host, precisely because they want to do this, either temporarily or permanently. They are not in it for the money, although if they are temporary, they are still paid quite well. They are so valuable because the programming is much easier and more effective on a willing mind. The highest quality toys come from the highest quality of hosts."

"Such as mine?"

"Oh yes." The overseer tapped his wrist and an embedded computer there popped up a holographic display. He swung through it for a bit before the image of the two dragonettes appeared. He read from it. "The red one, we have nicknamed her Rose, after a flower from the planet below, has always wanted to serve someone high in the Empire's hierarchy. We monitored her vitals shortly after informing her that you were interested in buying her as a toy and she appears to have fantasized about you on at least ten occasions in three days. The blue one, nicknamed Lilac for similar reasons, has a fetish for being a mindless toy. They are both very eager to be yours."

"Excellent."

The overseer swept a hand through the air in a graceful arc and the moving walkway responded by shuttling them down to the next room. Here they were overlooking a more medical facility. More of the black drones were tending to the humans now, weighing and measuring, poking and prodding. A few looked scared, a few looked bored, a few (quite a few, Ajel noticed) looked excited by the seductively shaped drones. "At this point we conduct a thorough medical examination, checking for any issues and setting up a regimen to fix them. Also, by this point, all future hosts have been giving a light sedative that drops their inhibitions."

"You're already begun the brainwashing?"

"Yes, your eminence, but on a very light scale. We are only interested in having them comply with current demands plus prepping them for deeper inductions to follow."

The high cariff nodded and the walkway swept them forward again. Another medical room, this time outfitted with various exercise equipment. The humans were in minimal amounts of clothing now, often just their collars and something to keep breasts or balls from bouncing around too much. Ajel noticed that the collars occasionally emitted a pulse of light.

"Deeper brainwashing as well as a steady exercise regimen has begun. We are dropping their inhibition levels and using pheromones to elicit a more sensual response to the drones in anticipation of the more sexual aspects of their training later. The collars help us monitor their vitals and adjust the drugs we are feeding them as necessary. No host proceeds past this point until they are in fit shape. And here..."

The walkway slid again, revealing a cavernous chamber with hundreds, possibly thousands of humans tucked into pods on the side. As they watched, two of the drones were hauling away a naked human, who was fighting and struggling as best he could. His collar was beeping a warning red light. "Criminal?" Ajel asked.

The overseer nodded. "The sedatives must have worn off earlier than expected."

Ajel looked closer and saw the two drones lean in and speak into the human's ears. His struggles grew sluggish.

"All hosts are quickly hypnotized and given a trigger phrase to help improve their docility. This is rapidly expanded to a mind-draining mantra. Watch."

Ajel was watching. The human's lips had started to move in time with the drones' lips. The motions were repetitive, a mantra just as the overseer had said. His struggles slowed and then stopped altogether. One drone slid to its knees before the human, starting to fellate him.

"Standard procedure," the overseer said. "Early on, when the mantra is used, we pleasure the hosts, so that they will come to associate a state of trance with feelings of pleasure. Later on we will not even need to provide the pleasure: they will become intensely aroused just by being placed in trance. As you will see in just a moment, all drones on the factory floor are given a trance inducer to help drop hosts from this mantra stage to a fully blank stage of trance."

The standing drone pulled out a device from her hip and held it in front of the human's eyes. Beams of light emanated from the device, which made the human's eyes grow unfocused and his body stiffen. At a command from the standing drone, he began to hump wildly at the muzzle sucking him, climaxing shortly thereafter. He remained standing at attention even as both drones let go of him. They spoke an order and he obediently followed them (and the shimmering colors of the trance inducer they held before him) all the way into one of the pods.

"Here the hosts sleep. They receive constant brainwashing during the night, typically in the form of dream manipulation. We use subtle impulses to activate the desired neurons in the brain. It often takes no more than a few days before a layer of obedience and submission has formed."

He gestured to another part of the chamber, where two drones were helping a human out of her pod. They did not issue commands, but merely walked in a particular direction, the human following docilely behind.

"Now we come to the most entertaining part of the factory, if I do say so myself," the overseer said as the walkway slid underfoot again. "This is the primary brainwashing chamber. I have only been here a few months, but I must say this rapidly became my favorite place in the factory."

Before the walkway stopped, Ajel asked, "You reached the rank of overseer after a few months?"

The reptile looked a bit quizzical, but nodded. "Yes. I'm quite good at my job, high cariff. My superiors promoted me quickly."

Ajel shrugged and looked in at the room that had just come into view. Where the previous chamber had held hundreds of pods not much larger than their occupants, this room was partitioned into fourteen different sections, each one containing a single occupant and monitored by what seemed to be twenty or so of the rubber drones simultaneously. The smaller rooms were each shaped like cylinders, their occupant in the middle, with interweaving threads of light moving from the outside of the chamber to the center and back again. It looked disjointed from high above, but Ajel recognized the system as a sophisticated virtual reality generator. From high above, it looked like nothing, but for the occupant, it was as close to reality as could be simulated.

"We combine multiple techniques here," the overseer said. "Each host is run through training scenarios that replicate what they would be doing for their jobs. Simultaneously, we are monitoring and tweaking their neural activity, pumping a steady stream of subliminal brainwashing into their system, and rewarding all proper behavior with immediate sexual pleasure."

He gestured to one of the nearest partitions. Inside the room a human female knelt, head sliding forward and back, fellating a shaft that wasn't there. Then he held up his wrist and patched into the virtual reality feed to show a holographic image of she was seeing: it showed a black dragon, not unlike Ajel himself, slamming his hips forward towards the viewer, the shaft mostly obscured by a sleek rubber muzzle. "You've already begun the self-image shift?"

The overseer nodded. "We find the system is most effective when we institute all the desired effects incrementally together."

On the hologram, the hand of the black dragon held the viewer's head and thrust in deep, climaxing. Then the hologram phased out. Below, in the chamber itself, a dildo on an extendable arm moved up from the floor of the chamber to reward the future host for her obedience.

"Why do you have so many of those drones here?"

"Neural remapping is a very delicate procedure. That female you saw was being trained in particular on the feeling of her head being pushed and pulled onto her owner's shaft. That requires isolating the particular neurons responsible for that feeling, stimulating them at the appropriate time, and associating that feeling with feelings of happiness. So much can go wrong. We prefer to have many eyes watching at the same time."

Ajel tapped a foot, impatient with the overseer's longwinded answer. "It all seems like an extremely slow process."

The overseer bowed. "For the finest of products, such as yours, it can take two to three months. For those who only need a single task to be installed, perhaps a week."

"Your diligence is commendable. What next?"

The overseer waved his hand again and the walkway carried them to another room of roughly the same dimensions as the previous one, partitioned in similar ways. But instead of the virtual reality chambers, here each human was nestled onto a small dais, surrounded by a thorny brush of mechanical arms.

"This we call the dressing room, where each host is fitted with the suit they will eventually be bonded with."

"Isn't this the last step?"

"Oh no, not at all. The last step is the testing room which we passed by earlier." (Ajel had considered visiting, but, to be honest, the thought of the rampant orgy going on inside had little appeal compared to the two dragonettes waiting to be imprinted on the high cariff.) "The hosts come here quite often. They are frequently dressed and undressed from their suits during the process to help adjust to them over time."

Ajel walked closer to the bay of windows to get a closer look. Nearest to him, black, goopy nanite rubber was being poured onto the head of a young human male. The coating was reforming itself and from the chest up, the host appeared just like the rubber drones surrounding him. Not far from him a human female was being suited in pure white rubber, although instead of the dripped goop, her suit was premade and only had to be placed on and its seams sealed. Behind her, a mask was lowering onto an otherwise fully-suited human, who had a look of euphoria on his face as the mask neared. And then, just beyond him...

"What is that?" Ajel marveled.

The overseer had to lean in closer to see what the high cariff was referring to. "Oh! Something rather new. Still in testing The nanite suits have traditionally always been textured much like rubber, but not all our client enjoy rubber as much as other things. That is our attempt to produce a toy whose skin texture is more like leather. A difficult task, but we love a challenge here. Although not on display here, we have already been successful in producing a realistic scale texture. The toys are indistinguishable, at least at a simple touch, from you or me."

"Truly? Indistinguishable?"

The reptile nodded, unable to stop himself from beaming. "We ran a study. Even with touch, the toys were only distinguishable from flesh and blood dragons about 30 percent of the time." He leaned in and lowered his voice just a little. "It has been a special project here. We are hoping to be down to 15 percent by year's end."

"Remarkable." Ajel turned his back to the windows. "I think you have convinced me the construction of your toys is second to none. I may have to recommend you directly to the imperial court."

The overseer gasped and then touched his hand to his chest in salute. "It would be the highest honor, your eminence."

Ajel smiled and spoke even quieter. "I heard that the empress herself was looking for a new consort, but was not caring for the rubber texture of modern toys. Perhaps your scaled toys..." He left the thought dangling there and the overseer looked as though he might faint.

"A toy of ours? With the empress herself? Why, we-we would be honored beyond compare!"

Ajel waved a hand to quiet the overjoyed overseer. "I only have one more question," he said.

"Yes, your eminence?"

"In all the toys and drones you have created here, none have had wings. Why is that?"

The overseer scoffed. "Please, your eminence, be serious. We would not dare to give our products such a symbol of the aristocracy."

A grin spread wide over the high cariff's face as he looked over the overseer's form. The overseer's wingless form. "And you said you had recently been successful in designing products with a skin that is indistinguishable from scales like yours or mine?"

The overseer nodded slowly.

"And that you yourself had only been here for a few months?"

The overseer nodded again, confused.

"Hold still."

The smaller reptile gave an eep in his throat but stayed as still as he could while the high cariff's hands touched his face, took hold of the secondary horns, and pressed the buttons hidden behind there.

The high cariff gave a chuckle as the overseer's mask came away in his hands, revealing the human host inside, male, older than most he had seen, with wisps of grey hair amongst the otherwise deep brown locks. And, just as the dragonette's host had been, his eyes were now unfocused, distant, entranced. The high cariff leaned in and whispered orders into the human man's waiting mind, rewriting the programming, but only a little bit, only for a little while. Then the suit's face was eased back on.

"Sorry about that, your eminence," the overseer said. "Not sure what came over me."

The dragon waved him off. "No matter. The tour is finished. I am satisfied. I will pay and then leave." He began to walk towards the lobby.

"Your eminence!" The smaller reptile dashed to the high cariff's front, and the elder dragon had to hide a smile as the overseer's reprogrammed brain followed the instructions to the letter.

"What is it?" Ajel said with a growl in his throat at being interrupted.

"I'm so sorry, your eminence, but I have a small request."

The dragon nodded and crossed his hands over his chest.

"You see, we are so far away from the homeworld, and someone as close to the imperial court as yourself so rarely visits us. In all my days, I have never met someone with your charisma, your beauty in person before. It would be the greatest of honors and privileges if you were to permit me one moment to... to worship you as your station deserves."

"Worship?" Ajel asked, as if he did not already know the meaning.

The reptile licked his lips. "A figure of speech, your eminence. If you permit me to be crude..."

Ajel nodded.

"My mouth on your cock."

Ajel laughed to himself. As he pulled his loincloth to one side and the overjoyed overseer knelt down to nuzzle against the ebon length, all the dragon could think of was how he really was going to have to recommend this place to the empress herself.