[b][u][center]From Dragon Officer to Dragon Subject For NerubianKnight By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] The blue sun of Ecoran beamed down on the officers assembled in the palace square. It was sufficiently warm to drive the non-scaled officers to the shade, as well as keeping most of the non-reptilian members of the population inside for the height of the afternoon, but for Nesothram, it was merely pleasantly balmy. A downside to being cold-blooded and adapted to a hot world, one supposed, but it was sufficient to remind him that dragons [i]were[/i] at the peak of society for a reason. He crossed his forelegs as the great red dragon walked back and forth before him, the brass dragon listening with half an ear as he looked out at the world below. The palace stood on top of a mountain, and that mountain was surrounded on three sides by a lake and on the third by a forest. The natural beauty of the area had led to the Empire naming this their capital in years past, and one could still see why. It twinkled in the eye as a gorgeous place to lay one’s head and one’s crown, and it was impossible not to enjoy the natural twinkle of the light on the lake and the distant rivers at this time of day. Yet, he had to turn back to the red dragon. The General was keen to chew out anyone that wasn’t ‘paying attention’, despite their natural inclination to enjoy the warmth, and the last time that he had tuned him out too much, the red dragon had set him to flying patrol for a week straight. Not the most pleasant occupation for a smaller dragon, particularly one whose wings were regularly kinked-up. He tilted his head, listening. “And we must, of course, remind those under us that they are nothing without the leadership of proper dragons. So, ensure that all – even the bipedal lizards among your ranks – know that they serve the greater good when they follow our orders. Dragon-kind is the power that shaped the world, and dragon-kind will continue to shape it in the many years to come.” Nesothram needn’t have worried. The General was off on some of his less-acceptable dragon-superiority rants again. Not that the Crown entirely disagreed with the man, but there were some shifts in the public consciousness over the last twenty years that were slowly pushing more equality among the lower ranks. [i]One must respect ability,[/i] Nesothram thought, resisting the urge to shake his head. [i]Then again, if we did that properly, you would have been out of a job centuries ago…[/i] Putting his annoyance with the General to one side, the brass dragon looked out at the expanse of wilderness before him. The Empire had stretched over half the known world at its height, and they still had over a third of it in their grip as it stood. Once the airships were properly completed, so that the ground troops could move at the same speed as the officers in the air, then the Empire would regain its lost colonies and lost lands. They would soar to greater heights than ever before, and – Nesothram narrowed his eyes as a dot on the horizon started to move against the wind. Even a gold dragon would struggle against some of the breezes out there, if he remembered right, yet that dot was cutting against the breeze like a sailor of great expertise against a storm. What in the world – It was growing, too. Growing bigger, and getting closer. Nesothram stood up, all four legs grasping the stone as he unfurled his wings. “Captain Nesothram!” “General, there’s something coming!” he roared, pointing with his forelimb. “Look! On the horizon!” “There is nothing –” “Sir, I tell you, [i]look![/i]” The red dragon finally did, and the old male’s eyes went wide. The dot had gone from barely more than a speck to something massive, surely at least twenty dragon-lengths across and black against the blue sky. “To arms! To arms!” the General called. The officers dispersed, half heading to the barracks of the capital, while others took to the air. The General flew off to the great spire of the Mountain Palace, doubtless to tell the Crown just what was going on, while the rest of the officers formed up. Nesothram took point, gathering a flight behind him and sweeping around the mountain for momentum. One, two, three laps around it, and the air was shattering around him, cracking with the sheer speed that he was able to summon. The other dragons joined him, and they swung up and over the peak toward the dot. It was upon them, and it hummed in the air, an ominous sound that sent a shiver of fear down his spine despite knowing nothing about it. Nesothram narrowed his eyes, pulling in a breath to turn it to a weapon – BWOOOM. A sudden pulse of sound rippled through the air, and as it passed over the dragons, each and every one of them suddenly went slack. Even Nesothram, half-expecting some sort of response from the strange thing in the sky, couldn’t hold himself together. His wings slumped, his legs went limp, and his momentum could only carry him so far before he started to fall. [i]No…what…how…[/i] Something invisible caught him at the apex of his arc, stopping him just below the strange black craft. The other members of the flight fell, but at least they were falling toward the lake. They would hurt, but their scales would take the impact better than landing in the forests. He watched them fall as he was pulled up and away, dragged into the great craft. The bottom opened for a brief moment, splitting like water before a stone, and it swallowed him. Darkness swallowed him up, cutting off the bright light and shining sun of the outside world, and the sound that filled the air was gone. It was silent. It was dark. It was terrifying. Nesothram groaned as the empty, blinding room shifted under his feet. The great craft must be moving, turning and taking itself back to the skies. They were going up, as far as he could tell, and then… Then they were nothing. He felt his claws leave the ground, and he scrambled for it, trying to hold tight to whatever the smooth surface under his paws were. He sunk his claws into it, holding as tight as he could, and his heart pounded in his chest as he tried to understand what had just happened to him. What – How – A soft hiss filled the air. He turned, breathed – [i]Gas…[/i] The green dragons, before they had become part of the Empire, had a similar feature. They had been able to breathe out different fumes, each one capable of a different effect. This one immediately had his head swimming, and he knew that it was some sort of tranquilizer. He wobbled, trying to hold his breath, but the first little sniff had been more than enough to leave him too dizzy to fight. He wobbled left, right, then forward – Thump. He hit the ground, and he slipped into unconsciousness. # A strange voice speaking words that he didn’t understand was his call to consciousness. He managed to suppress a groan, knowing better than to give away his position to an enemy, but opened his eyes just a bit. Only to slits, but – Pulse. Throb. Shimmer. Deep greens and blues assaulted his vision, bright and yet comforting in a strange, impossible way. He stared into them, unable to look away, and the words continued in the background. Impossible to understand, completely against the form of anything in the Empire, and yet, there was clearly some meaning to them. Certainly more meaning than birdsong or wyvern-roar. There was something…something… Nesothram listened, but even as he made the choice to stay silent, he could feel…something. Something tickling at the back of his mind, something that almost seemed like it was encouraging him to do just that. Why? The pressure continued building in his skull as he stared at the colors, feeling them pulsing in the backs of his eye-sockets. He huffed under his breath, unable to help himself as the color, the pulsing, the relaxation, the sound – “Subject…healthy…gradually…coming out…” Something…words? Words. There were words in that strange voice, something that he could understand. He didn’t know how, as this was so far beyond anything that the Empire had ever seen before, but there was something there to be understood. He had to keep listening, had to keep…keep hearing… Pulse, pulse, pulse went the light over his eyes, and the more that he listened – and stared – the more that the words started to come through in a way that he could make out. They were different, not so much heard as they were understood, as if the sound came first and the words came after, but at least the words were coming. He could understand what was going on around him, even if he didn’t know what to do about it. “Subject is…awake.” The lights stopped all of a sudden, and he gasped as something was removed from his face. The brass dragon sucked air hard as he stared up at a black ceiling that reflected some sort of strange blue-green light. He couldn’t – He couldn’t move. “What – how –” “Subject is aware and speaking,” the voice said again. He whipped his head around to see who it was, and he found it almost immediately, standing just a half-step behind him at his head. And it was as alien a creature as he had ever imagined. It was black-colored, for the most part, though its hide was broken up along the sides and arms and rump with speckling dots that glowed and dimmed by turns. Four-legged almost like a deer or a stag – though with an oversized tail and hooves that seemed to move and shift as the creature changed its stance – he half-imagined that he had been captured by some strange pray until he saw its upper body. It had a vaguely person-like torso, still covered in the same oozing black flesh that seemed liquid and solid at the same time, with arms that ended in hands that appeared to have two thumbs and two fingers each, and the pads of which looked like they dripped with something sticky, or slimy. He could not tell which. The face was impossible to read, with six eyes, a trunk akin to an elephant’s, and tusks on either side of the mouth. It hummed to itself, looking down at him with glowing eyes. “Hmm. Can the subject understand me? That is the real question.” “…” “Can you understand me?” “I can understand you, sir,” Nesothram said, barely restraining his own annoyance at being called ‘subject’ by someone other than the Crown. “Splendid. The language implantation worked.” “You –” “Let me cut short the obvious questions. You’ve been captured as part of an uplift that will take you away from tradition. You will be conditioned to be useful on the galactic stage, and you will be encouraged to enjoy it. Your mind has been implanted with the knowledge of how to speak my language so you can better interact with me. Does that answer most of your questions?” “I am not speaking your language, sir.” “You might want to think about that.” “…” “Do you truly believe that you are speaking whatever it was that you spoke on your planet?” Nesothram blinked. The dragon, paused, and slowly opened his mouth, trying to speak the same words that he would have said to the Crown in obeisance. “May your glittering hoard ever – NO!” The words were coming out wrong. He could [i]hear[/i] what he meant to say, but the words weren’t coming out. It was the same sort of sound-before-meaning that came from the strange ooze-creature standing over him. Nesothram struggled against the strange flickering light that held him down, trying and failing to free a limb, a wing, his tail, anything. Nothing came loose, and even when he tried to breathe in to use his breath weapon, something kept him from inhaling deep enough to get enough air. “I have encouraged your mind to forget a few things while you were under. Just to make room and keep the confusion down,” the stranger said as he walked around the table. “And if that means that you end up getting acclimated to your new station a little faster, I’d say that’s worth a few lost memories, don’t you think?” “Why are you doing this, [i]sir[/i]?” he growled. “Well, actually, let me ask you a question. Why are you still calling me by something respectful despite being so angry?” “I am an [i]officer.[/i] One does not leave politeness and etiquette and [i]manners[/i] behind so easily.” “Hmmm, fascinating. Still, worthwhile knowing that I picked one of the more well-mannered creatures of your planet.” “I expect to be returned eventually, sir. There are things that I am responsible for that I cannot merely abandon.” “That might be a sticking point. I don’t plan to put you back. And I think that you’ll prefer to stay with me when all’s said and done.” “I do not serve a man that will not name himself.” “Oh, then let me introduce myself,” the rubbery, oozing taur creature said, bowing at the waist. “I am Dr. Xerocole, explorer, scientist, and the one that took you off your very low-tech planet for the chance to see the rest of the universe.” “There is little else that I need to see, save for what the Empire needs taking.” “I’m going to very much enjoy turning that loyalty to something that will use it properly,” Xerocole said, shaking his head. “At any rate, time for you to take another nap while I get things prepped.” “You –” There was no resisting the hand that fell over his face. The two thick fingers pressed to his forehead, and the two thumbs to either side of his snout. He couldn’t move his head away, and then they – Pulsed. Pulsed. Pulsed. Nesothram could do nothing but stare as that light dominated his vision, and each wave of it settled further and further into his head. It was like a shimmering star that refused to leave his vision, and each time it twinkled, each time it shimmered, he was made to stare at it again. His focus…his focus was trapped, and as he kept staring, something oozed out of Xerocole’s hand, running down the sides of his face, trapping itself against his cheeks and his earholes before forming into something solid. Something binding. Something trapping him. [i]Relax and enjoy this,[/i] a different voice said, almost like Xerocole but not quite, soothing and soft, almost like…like it had been said at a different time, or – [i]Do not think. Just feel. Do not think. Just enjoy. Do not think, just take in what is happening, and take pleasure from it.[/i] Pleasure. That word rippled in a different way to the rest of the words coming through his head, but there was something…something to it that echoed in his head. He kept staring at the light, even as something about it changed. Deeper in green now, further away from him, but sealed to his face nonetheless. Hands ran down his forelimbs, teasing them, stroking them like the kobolds and lizards had done after missions at home. It felt…nice. Gentle, soothing, encouraging him to just let everything else go. A low rumble escaped him as he tried to remember what he was doing, where he was, that he had been…been… [i]Do not think. Just feel.[/i] Do not think, just feel? Feel – “Mmmmph…” A low groan followed as those massaging hands reached down to his chest, and then past it. Along his stomach, tracing lines on his underside, pressing between his legs briefly and encouraging something else to rise. He huffed, chuffing through a barely-open mouth as he felt his cock sliding free, the tingling pleasure that the hands brought making his body feel better than it should – [i]Do not think. Just feel.[/i] It made his body feel good…feel very good. His cock kept getting harder as the hands went further and further down, touching his hind legs, his back legs. They traced the thighs, then the base of his tail, and his rump. One digit probed under his tail, but despite his growl, it still felt good. [i]Everything feels good.[/i] Everything did feel good. The pulsing lights, the touch of the stranger, the feeling of having something done to his body and the worshipful feeling that came with it all: it was what a dragon needed. What he needed. The throbbing continued between his legs as he stared into the light, feeling something running up along the bottom of his tail. It started at the tip, creeping up along the underside at first, then along the top. It was tight, clinging, almost like the film of a slimy marsh after falling in and having to drag yourself back out. It felt bad, at first, almost too tight, enclosing, entrapping him – [i]Do not think. Just feel.[/i] But it felt good as it touched him, felt good as it stroked his body as it covered him. The more that it covered, the better it felt, and he found himself growling in real pleasure as it spread up his tail, between his toes on his hind legs, and along them, too. The tight, clinging, oddly sensual feeling kept making his cock throb all the harder, growing to full size between his legs and begging for attention. Yet, he didn’t feel the need to beg himself. Not yet. Throb. Throb. Throb. He kept twitching, throbbing, and the little moans that escaped him as the tight, clenching ooze continued up his body got louder and louder. A different sort of slime oozed from his cock, drenching his belly scales as he laid there, and his wings twitched in minute movements as he was slathered in whatever that stuff was. It covered his hind legs and his groin, smearing over his shaft and pinning it to his belly. It was like ropes holding it down, at first, but there was something…something good and something right about a dragon having their cock pinned. [i]Held there. Waiting. To be used. When ready.[/i] A cock, like a weapon, should be stored and held in readiness. No need to worry about that. It was caught, ready, waiting for use, and all he had to do was wait for someone to give him permission to ‘fire.’ The ooze continued up his body, running along his chest and dribbling down over his sides as it went. Further, further, further, and yet, as it reached his neck, he felt…he felt something else from below, something almost too warm running along his spine, heading up to his head. He didn’t know what it was, but it – [i]Do not think. Just feel.[/i] Don’t think. Just feel. Feel. Feel. Feel. It didn’t matter what it meant at the back of his head and the length of his spine. If it felt good, what was the harm? And it felt…good. Warm. Corrective. Gentle. Teasing. The tingling feeling spread out from his spine along his wings, and then down his tail, before the same tight, constricting feeling pulled at his back and along his wings as it had everywhere else. There was no need to worry, no need to panic. All he had to do was just…feel…feel and enjoy… Enjoy the pleasure… Enjoy the process… Enjoy what was being done to him. Feel. It went on and on, and soon enough, his forelegs were coated in the same ooze, and so was his neck, all the way to the back of his horns and along the underside of his jaw. It stopped just short of whatever was pulsing light into his eyes and along his face, and then – “Time to test.” The light stopped, and the pulsing thing came off his face. As it fell to the side, Nesothram groaned, his mouth working slowly and his face feeling…strange. He didn’t know how to – “Are you ready to stand?” Xerocole asked. “Mmmph…I will try, sir.” “Good. Lowering you in three…two…one.” The flickering lights on either side of him finally died off, and he was lowered to the floor. He grunted as he laid on his back, feeling the weight of his body against his wings, and had to force himself to roll to the side and get to all fours. He could feel the difference. He [i]could[/i] move with relative ease, but whatever it was that had been smeared over him – [i]Latex.[/i] The word came to his mind unbidden, and he blinked. Slowly, the brass dragon turned to glare at the doctor again. “Did you put more things in my brain?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Would you prefer not to know the words that you need to know?” “…” “I am making your new life as easy as I possibly can. Now, if you want to fight that, feel free, but I’ve already decided that you’re coming with me.” “And what…what’s stopping me from saying no?” “Well, right now, the augment in your spine and head.” “…What?” [i]Augment: a piece of technology that has been fused to the body to apply specific effects.[/i] Nesothram shook his head, groaning as the word forced itself into his mind and answered his question for him. He didn’t – he didn’t want that. He didn’t want his body to be doing this for him, and he particularly didn’t want it to be – “Stand.” The brass dragon gasped as he was suddenly pushing himself further up. All dragons of Ecoran could stand on their hind legs at need, though it was somewhat more difficult than moving around on all fours. He preferred the latter, but he could walk around like the lizards and kobolds – “Walk.” Step. Step. Step. He couldn’t stop himself from moving around the room, each step wobbly, but taken at the command of his own body rather than his own mind. He stared at his legs as they shoved themselves forward, feeling less and less like a dragon and more and more like the clumsy automatons that the scientists of the Empire proclaimed were the way of the future. He could not stop it, though. “Stop.” But Xerocole could. He came to a sudden, abrupt halt, panting for breath. Looking from his legs to the alien, he shook his head. “I…you…” “Let me remind you of one other thing I can grant you. Climax.” Ping. The brass dragon thrust his hips forward as a roar forced itself from between his teeth. He screamed, bellowing his pleasure at the top of his lungs as his cock bulge all but tripled in size as he was forced to let loose. Pulse, pulse, pulse, and the tingling continued through his shaft, running all the way from the base to the tip. He wobbled, but as he had not been ordered to fall, he couldn’t. He panted, his hips twitching and thrusting his cock against the latex shell around him, keeping him oozing and leaking even as the peak of his orgasm faded away. He hissed and panted, watching as the suit somehow ‘ate’ his seed away, the bulge around his shaft shrinking down until there was, once more, nothing around it. “That pleasure is yours, whenever I think that you deserve it,” Xerocole said. “And I will show you how much pleasure there is in service to me, if you actually go along with it. I can make you forget everything, turn you into nothing more than the most base drone, but I don’t really want to do that. That’s boring; they do that all the time where I come from, and it’s probably the most irritating, annoying creature to deal with on a ship. “So, how about you start understanding where you need to be, what you need to become, and we’ll see how good a time we can make it for you, hmm?” Nesothram was still barely catching his breath after that intense orgasm, and he still didn’t know how he had lost so much, so fast. The fact that Xerocole had come down to his planet and utterly destroyed his life, kidnapping him away from the Crown and the other dragons that he knew, and planned to turn him into nothing more than some slave in his ship… And yet… And yet… The brass dragon could feel something in his head, something whispering to him of the pleasure that he had just received, and the way that the latex-taur had been so good as to give him the chance to be willingly taken in. There was a kindness there, though a very different kind to anything that he had ever known on Ecoran, and… And there was a commander there. [i]There is merit…and capability…and strength…[/i] Everything that an officer was supposed to be, and supposed to follow, back home was embodied in this strange creature. He couldn’t deny that, much as he wanted to, and it galled at him that it made sense. [i]Follow him.[/i] “I…will see what you have to offer, sir,” Nesothram said, and even as he said it, he knew that it was a vain attempt to protect his dignity. Despite that, Xerocole chuckled, gesturing back to the table without a word. Nothing about him being foolish, nothing about him being an idiot or anything of the sort. No, it was just… [i]Get on the table…and finish the job…[/i] He stumbled over in the robotic way that the suit made him move, and he dragged himself onto the table. He grunted as he laid on his back once more, and the table turned on, lifting him into the air again. “Am I…going to be masked again?” he asked. “For the rest of your life, probably,” Xerocole said, shaking his head. “Different masks, but always a mask.” “Why?” “Hmmm, it gives variety, I think,” the alien said, shrugging. “Besides, would you want someone to know that you were a slave?” “…” “Thus, the mask, heh. A nameless dragon, so your old name stays intact. This way, you can stay the mask until you decide who [i]you[/i] want to be.” There was an odd kindness there that he didn’t quite know how to process, but he took it with a nod and a sigh. Once more, the latex-taur lowered his hand over the dragon’s face, and once more, the lights turned on. He was caught by them, even as they went from strange speckles to strong spirals, pulling at his attention even more than before, all but drowning him in the light and the words that lingered in it. [i]Feel. Sink. Enjoy. Obey.[/i] The soldier in him gave in, and the brass dragon happily sunk himself into the oblivion that the spiral offered to him. There was nothing in there, nothing but the patience for orders and the pleasure that came from obeying them. He had earned that, he decided. He earned the pleasure of doing what he wanted and not dealing with the annoyance of someone that didn’t know what they were doing. This…this would be better. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: A dragon on an early-industrial world is kidnapped and given an ‘offer’ by an alien. Tags: M/solo, Bondage, Latex, Customization, Obedience, Body Control, Latex Suit, Hypno-Visor, Hypnosis, Mind Control, Alien, Sci-Fi, Four-Legged Dragon, Quadrupedal, Intelligent Non-Anthro, Military, Orgasm, Cum,