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and as you may expect it's some perils for Iron Dragon! She's got to be far more careful about how she handles new foes. But hey, it's nothing new to her.", "writing": "The Egg Test:\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\tIron Dragon smirked under her helm. She felt the cheap metal and ceramics of her last robotic foe crumple to nothingness in her grasp, fritzing and frizzling into decayed sparks just like the rest of the little swarm.\n\n\t“Ok, Ota-Khan.” The daring Dragoness laughed to herself. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Come on out with the girl and you won’t get hurt.” A bola launcher popped out from the top of her gauntlet. The thick, slightly cushioned metal cable making up its core almost sang as the firing mechanism tensed up. The rough thing about these younger villains was that they rarely seemed to understand just what they were getting into. Capturing Miss Victory City right from the pageant green room was a bold move. It also made him easy to track.\n\n\tIt also meant that he was more likely to back down under the threat of force. Sometimes they were even smart enough to give it up after the first time getting caught. Not often, but enough that she was confident the robot-making little mastermind would probably mend his ways with one good scare.\n\n\tThe unfinished office building was quiet. Only the sound of sparking sizzling electronics smoldering out the last of their batteries filled the night air. Her HUD soon brought up a reticule to her right. A young jerboa man in a white suit stepped out into the hallway. His brown fur marred only by the odd black and white checkerboard triangle that hovered over where his face should be.\n\n\t“Hold up, Iron Dragon. I want to talk.” The rodent chattered, raising his hands slowly. “You’re looking for ‘Miffy’ right? Gotta say I’m a bit shocked they sent a dragon to save a princess.”\n\n\t“I’m guessing you’re new in town. Sorry to tell you this but your type of villain never gets anywhere around here. I’m one of the reasons for that. Sorry to say but at this point you’re looking at probably five years hard time at the very least. That is unless you co-operate and come peacefully.”\n\n\t“You know, I don’t think I’m going to do that, Iron Dragon.” Ota-Khan sighed even as he paced his way towards the power armored woman “Don’t’ get me wrong, you have me dead to rights. But the truth his, the princess is in another castle.” He waved his hand and a screen popped up in the corner of Settas visor. A blonde haired, large breasted mink girl of about twenty hovered in a large fluid suspension. Her head locked in a large metal helmet as the lights pulsed blue under her. “You could drag me in, but no way I’m going to talk. Plus I don’t think you want to risk unhooking her yourself. You’ve seen how janky some of my tech can get. One mistake and, well, who knows what will happen.”\n\n\tIron Dragon let her arm drop even as she held back a snarl. She dashed forwards mere inches from the man, her fist raised. He flinched a bit, but was doing a decent enough job of not moving. Somehow, under that stupid projected effect over his face, she could feel him smirking. “What do you want.” Setta spat thumping her tail firmly on the ground.\n\n\t“Oh that’s easy.” the rodent chuckled “All I need from you is some help. I have a new bit of tech I need tested. You do that for me, you get the girl. I mean come on, that can’t be the worst deal you’ve ever made.”\n\n\tSetta lifted her power armored fist once more. The targeting holographic for the bola sparked to life, flickering before finally dying down. Her arm slumped to one side and trembled as much as the heavy servos would allow. “And you promise that you’ll release the girl if I help you? No tricks?”\n\n\t“oh come now Miss Dragon. We both know if there were tricks you’d do it anyways. Saving the girl is more important than backing down from the risks, isn’t it?” Ota-Khan leaned in. If his eyes were visible Setta imagined they’d be wide with delight. She made a mental note to figure out how he was getting past her security and fix it when this was all over.\n\n\t“Fine.” Setta muttered I guess I have no choice. But I’m warning you, boy,. You’d better hold up your end of things. I promise I won’t be will find me far less merciful if you try to pull a fast one.”\n\n\t“Oh, I’m quite sure I will.” The rodent chattered bemusedly “now, if you’d kindly come with me.”\n\n--------------------\n\n\tThis Ota-Khan didn’t seem to be the worst foe Setta had faced. Admittedly the Iron Dragon wasn’t exactly a newbie at this, making the bar rather high. Still as far as ransoms went, a bit of a field test for the freedom of Miss Victory City didn’t seem like too bad of a deal.\n\n\tAdmittedly the design could already use some work. The suit which Ota-Khan had designed was barely a prototype. A tangled coiled mess of artificial muscle fibers, cables and wires with bulky armor bits hung from her arms, down her legs and ran with an neurotransmitting spine plate up the small of her back. Boots and gauntlets were likewise far bigger than they needed to be. So big in fact that it made walking without the artificial muscle bundles nearly impossible.\n\n\tShe looked down at the huge robotic digits of her glove and tried in vein to open her hand. Both fists were balled up and held tight, yet the suit itself seemed to track her muscle movements enough that the fingers opened and closed the way her normal digits would with barely any loss in dexterity.\n\n\tIt would almost be impressive, if the Jerboa she was facing had any plans of using it for the good of others.\n\n\tWith the last of the prototype power armor affixed, Setta stepped on to the platform in the small makeshift locker room as a hydraulic jack elevator lowered her down into the large gravel pit turned arena. Up above her was a heavy cascade of flood lights that turned the night sky into noon. Along with the rest of the suit a simple visor had been affixed over her face to feed in data from its movements. The visor itself eventually shifted opacity enough to block out the more damaging rays of the floodlights. Another simple feature that almost made this feel like a genuine field test and not the result of vile extortion.\n\n\t“I am sure that this is nothing new to you, Iron Dragon.” Ota-Khan’s voice boomed out over a dozen cheap speakers littered all around the gravel pit. “I’ve tried to set this little trial run up to be as simple as possible, and as much like what I imagine you’d do testing out your own glorious gadgets! All I need for you to do is relax, and do what comes naturally. The longer you can go, the more data I will collect. Give me enough, and I let the precious princess go.”\n\n\t“She’s not a princess, you… dork.” Setta muttered “She’s just some beauty pageant winner. And you should have let her go already.” She sighed and slumped her shoulders trying to let the few bits of corset-like bracing that held her mid section carry the weight of her encased arms and legs. She reminded herself to break these little toys as soon as she got Miss Victory City to safety. No reason to let him profit by selling to whomever it was he had lined up.\n\n\tLoud warning claxons and a chibi anime girl bleeped in the headset drawing the dragoness’ attention up to some blocky metal figure skulking on all fours along the upper rim of the quarry. The features were canine in the most broad sense imaginable. A sharply glowing asymmetric set of photoreceptors placed in a rectangular head seemed to be scanning her even as the warning lights barked back at her.\n\n\tMoments later the figure had somehow darted into the heavy shadows cast by the floodlights. Setta braced herself back on one foot and tried like hell to run her mind though any sort of weapon systems this thing might have. The foul rodent must have planned on this. Realized she wouldn’t notice the lack of instructions on operation. That realization forced her to simply brace and keep herself facing the fast circling mech construct rampaging around in the shadows just out of proper sight. Its big body of metal and ceramics moving with far more speed than the shape implied possible.\n\n\tThee first pounce stung. Without warning the draggie found herself sprawled on her back and struggling to get back up. Without proper chest protection on the suit the monstrous thing had apparently seen fit to rip a strip out of the simple rubbery zentai like catsuit she’d been given to help ‘attach’ the greater frame. Now her ample chest had spilled out and for a moment Setta was struggling to keep herself covered from the sudden shame. A split second later both gauntleted arms were up and absorbing the impact from the massive raking claws of the robot. Fortunately the armor plating of those gloves seemed more than capable of deflecting the claws with minimal effort, and for its shoddy design the frame still managed to lock itself into her defensive posture grating the dragon a high degree of protection as each blow rained down on her.\n\n\t“Are you trying to test me, or this thing?” Setta barked. A fresh blast of subtle unnerving warmth followed by cool air and exposure caused her hand to dart down and cover her suddenly exposed nethers. The furiously blushing dragon barely had time to think as her will caused the enhanced muscles of the suit to rear back and knock the robotic beast flying with a sharp backhand to what passed for its head.\n\n\t“I guess it was too much t hope that you weren’t going to be another hopeless pervert, huh?” Setta muttered.\n\n\t“Oh Iron Dragon, you wound me.” Ota-Khan snickered over the various speakers from whatever hidden perch held him.\n\n\t“Well if you don’t want a lady to think of you that way, maybe don’t tell your robo-dog to ‘strategically’ mess up her cloths. Or are you going to tell me this whole thing was one big coincidence?” \n\n\t“Baka woman, that’s not what I meant. Of course I’m a massive Hentai Pervert.”\n\n\tThe words cut off with the sound of servos and metal screaming against each other. Dust and graphite powder lubricant falling from the shaking beast as it charged forwards. The robot knocking into Setta’s back before she could react and pinning her firmly to the rough stony ground.\n\n\tThe dragon flushed and struggled to push herself up as the dog-bot snarled and wiggled its box-head the way one might imagine a feral pup thrashing freshly caught prey. Setta returned the growl and struggled to pull herself up, only to find that the arms would not move. Her already balled fists were locked in place with the heavy servo gauntlets planted firmly in the stony dirt. It kept her body pushed painfully forward with only her poor breasts for cushioning while the robotic monstrosity leaned its heavy metal frame into her back and started saw itself back and forth along her back.\n\n\t“Oh you have got to be kidding me.” Iron Dragon snapped “What do you think you’re doing? Get off of me. This isn’t funny!” \n\n\tThe Dynamic dragon watched as dozens of warnings flashed and blinked in oddly off-tempo patterns though her visor. Chunky heavy boxes screaming out the raw numbers for artificial muscle tolerance and armor integrity blinked along one corner. Circles frantically bouncing around in a lulling sweep crisscrossed her view pinpointing every detail around her seeking out anything that might be used as a counter-measure. Most shamefully the chibi anime girl in the corner was panicking in a six-frame animation where a feral dog was prowling up to her panicking form, knocking her over, and rutting her with the same graphic quality one might expect from an ancient commodore 64.\n\n\t“I should be honest with you, Miss Iron Dragon.” Ota-Khan snickered though his speakers, this time the voices seemed to be pumped into her headset along side the slathering synthesized snarls of the metal monster. “The truth is that I’ve admired your work for quite a while. Not really the route I’d go with most of it. But you clearly have talent, and skill. However I never felt your use of technology showed a true appreciation for just how an AI should be developed. It’s one of the few processes where I feel an organic process is best.”\n\n\tEven with the robot bearing down on her and the suit now trapping her in its iron grasp, a small part of Setta resented the implication of any real programming deficiency. It was especially insulting considering the primitive thing that even now was pressing something warm, slimy, and clearly silicon against her now exposed folds.\n\n\t“Oh no. No no no. No you don’t you stupid dog… thing.” Setta snapped wiggling what little of her booty could be wiggled in a fruitless attempt to topple herself away from the artificial member though sheer momentum. All that did was seemingly entice the heavy hunk of two-meter-tall metal to hammer its hips down with an odd mix of animal lust and postponing precision. It sunk itself in up to a barely pronounced knot and began to draw back. The howling mix of animal noise and bit-code chirp thrummed into her visor as the slow thrusts pushed and prodded the shaft into her soft tissue. Grinding harder and harder with each thrust into the helpless dragon.\n\n\t“I said I wanted data, and I didn’t lie.” The mans voice oozed into her ears. “The combat data was nice, but if that’s all I needed I could just as easily hire any number of thugs now couldn’t I? After all, being familiar with your own designs means nothing when dealing with mine. Just as I’d glean little from examining yours.” The way the man spoke, calm and bemused. It grated on her brain and stoked the red scaled woman to a growing rage rendered impotent by the artificial muscles forcing her suit to stay in place.\n\n\t“As you may have guessed, I like to multi-task. So the combat data is a bit of a bonus. But really, I’m just hoping you’ll hold out. Physically, and mentally. I want to get more data on my Dire Wolf there. I want to see just how much it can evolve from this interaction.” The villain laughed\n\n\tOta-Khan’s words caused her to look up. The little tracking circles in her visor told her so many things. Informing her of the camera drones flitting around, catching her shame digitally for the fiend to use later if he so chose. The speed of the six-frame animation also seemed to change as the dog-bot ramped its thrusts up and down. Just looking at it brought her mind back to the crippling pleasure and lust-building pain burning between her legs. Feelings she hoped to ignore blossoming to the fore within moments while the dog-bot rutted her chest first into the dirt.\n\n\t“All you have to do is endure the testing, and I’ll happily let you and the princess go whenever you wish!” The mad jerboa cooed with a smoothness utterly unfitting for the torment he was heaping on to Setta. With her former train of thought broken it was all too easy for the hammering of the beast bot on top of her to resonate though her. Each thrust bumping that knot into her sensitive nub and spreading her folds wide. Before long reluctant moans began sipping from her lips. Frustrated little whimpers of unwanted pleasure mixed with other sounds, odd sounds. Screaming and begging. Moaning and pleading. ‘nos’ and ‘yeses’ and a dozen other odd sounds slipping into her ears in all of their horrible voice acting glory. Each one matching the pitch of her voice to some degree.\n\n\t“Knock it off!” Setta squealed between thrusts and moans. “What do you think I am, some kind of common-”\n\n\t“Puppy fucker!” the words were in the same bad voice acting tambour. \n\t\n\t“Puppy fucker! Wait, no, that’s not what I meant. Gahh” Setta yelped\n\n\tThe words were joined by images and short cheap animations of girls being taken from behind by dogs. The whole display hammering her senses relentlessly just as the robot continued to grunt and wedge the growing silicon knot against her folds.\n\n\t“Feel free to resist all you want, Iron Dragon. Or enjoy it.” Ota-Khan laughed\n\n\t“Enjoy it! Enjoy it! Enjoy it!” The voices in her visor began chanting the words in more warped and rearranged anime dub wording.\n\n\t“I can see so much about you from where I am. See your thoughts. See your feelings. See how wet your noble snatch has become under the ministrations of my creation.” The jerboa laughed\n\n\t“You won’t get away with this!” Iron Dragon spat. Her words only seeming to spur on the robot as it wedged the knot deep into her with one sharp thrust and the toy began to inflate.\n\n\t“Ok, hold it a second.” The mad engineer’s voice lost much of its maniacal mirth. “Can we just, not? Please? Like is there someone to talk to about putting a moratorium on this whole ‘you won’t get away with it’ thing? Putting aside that I obviously will, and indeed am currently getting away with it… how cliché can you really get? It was bad enough when the ‘princess’ was doing it but at least she has the excuse of not dealing with my kind every other day.”\n\n\t“Really? Now? You want to go into all of this now?” Setta grumbled. Secretly thankful that the relentless fucking had ceased for the moment.\n\n\t“Well yeah! Would it really be that difficult to sit a few capes around the table and workshop a few alternatives? God knows you get captured often enough it’s got to get tedious. I mean I’m still new at this and I already hear it all the time. Oh! Wait, yeah. I almost forgot.”\n\n\tSetta was about to voice another protest to the absurd rant when a fresh tug from the knot reminded her of what was happening. Unwanted pleasure blooming in her loins while her stiff nipples were rubbed roughly into the rocky dirt. Fresh flashes of the same bad anime clips along with the cheap chibi animation in the HUD filled her eyes when she penned them. She slammed them shut, only forcing her to listen more intently to the oddly cadenced jumble of voice acting sounds twisted into words.\n\n\t“Dirty”\n\n\t“Hentai”\n\n\t“Pervert”\n\n\t“Puppy fucker”\n\n\t“Submit”\n\n\t“Obey”\n\n\t“Learn”\n\n\tA blur of words hammered into her skull in mechanically perfect time with the savage humping robot. She could actually feel the arms and legs digging in, feel the suit that held her prepping the scaly form under it to remain firm even as the speed and intensity picked up. Something hot and less unpleasant than she’d care for it to be dripped into her warm insides and Iron Dragon loosed a muffled scream that instantly morphed into a moan with her cheek pressed hard into the dirt.\n\n\tYet the thing didn’t cum, if that’s what it could be called. The pounding slowed, the knot deflated ever so slightly. Setta felt herself resting on the edge as more lewd images of old cartoon pornography filled her eyes and ears. Girls tied up or held down all begging to cum. Pleading and whimpering as they surrendered themselves. Just that word hitting her brain nearly drove Setta back to the brink of a craved orgasm. She was only just aware of her hips shaking back on to the shaft and already struggling to step herself while feeling the knot swell and deflate teasingly.\n\n\tShe knew what this was. With of the truly powerful foes behind her, The Iron Dragon was more than experienced enough to know how this played out. She had become far too familiar with her own natural reactions and thoughts in situations like this. Familiar enough to feel the horrific gut-dropping fear of once again having some kind of mind control slowly supplanting her own will. She struggled to clear her mind and ignore her growing moans as the mechanical beast began to pump into her once more with the horribly tantalizing kiss of whatever its artificial shaft used to simulate semen.\n\n\tShe could feel words forming, all blurring together between her heavy breaths. Each time the machine fucked her near orgasm she thrust her hips back that much harder muttering some kind of plea for it, only to be utterly ignored. \n\n\t“F-fine! I admit it. I need to cum. I’m a dirty hentai puppy fucker and I need to cum!” It was inevitable. Her body sadly used to this kind of thing from many of her foes. Protests and cries of ‘no’ slowly turned to pleas and whining in her throat as she blurted the phrase out again and again. The machine locking her hips in place making it impossible to finish her own desperately needed climax as tears of frustration formed in her eyes. “Just let me cum, please. Your brainwashing worked are you happy?”\n\n\t“Ok, wait. Brainwashing? I mean I admit I’m putting in some subliminals but, I kinda thought that was the norm.” Once again the arrogance and smarm dropped from Ota-Khan’s voice. Indeed he sounded genuinely shocked by the sudden proclamation. “Look, Iron Dragon, I’m not trying to put you though some kind of serious mind control. I mean fuck with your head a bit, sure. But I didn’t plan on you saying anything like that. That’s on you, lady.”\n\n\tShe felt her cheeks flush in shame, realizing sadly how true the statement was. Setta scrambled for an excuse which would never come. With the knot swelling in her once more, the Iron Dragon felt the plates of the metal monster atop of her shifting and opening up. Rubberized servo arms reached out and wrapped around her shoulders, thighs, midsection and neck. She was yanked back in one smooth motion against a pleather pad and squeezed tight, the shaft still vibrating and pistoning every once in a while when the borderline orgasm began to abate.\n\n\t“Now all that being said, I don’t know if phase two will have a major impact on your mental state one way or another. As I’m sure you can guess by now these two items are a bit of a rough prototype for a bigger concept. Namely my bots here are going to be used as a means of getting me the cuties I like” Ota-Khan giggle-snorted though the sound system as the formerly canid thing pulled itself up right and shifted its boxy body into a large exo frame. “So if it’s any consolation I’m going to be seeing how your mind does though a little obstacle course, and make sure it’s safe for others. I mean, safe once I figure out how to make the hands and feet work better.”\n\n\tThe gauntlets and boots that had been the supposed test suit’s main features now seemed perfectly proportioned to her new metal prison. She struggled t speak up, only for the odd boxy head to shift its plates around and envelope her utterly in a type of helmet which blacked out any light beyond the visor. Within the span of a few moments Iron Dragon was the unwilling passenger in a large suit of power armor, feeling her body ache and yearn with each step. Her head still bombarded with the cut bits of cartoon porn and bad audio. Now though it was mixed in with other images. Girls and boys in costumes similar to those of the cartoons, Information on tabletop games, very familiar scientific and engineering primers. Dozens of different information bits pressed into her head with force any time the machine began forcing her up to the edge once more. An attempt to scream something into the muffled confines of the helm was met with another dog-shaped shaft. This one inflating with enough give to ensure she didn’t crack her teeth should she try to bite down and ushering in fresh air.\n\n\tSuddenly that was her whole world. Burning lust held on the cusp while information was fed into her. Powerful artificial muscles and servos moving her along at a rapid pace. Jumping and rolling, lurching up and down in such a way that her stomach probably would be in knots if not for her own past experiences. Every once in a while she’d feel a new spurt into her womb. Slowly it dawned on her, the stuff was some form of aphrodisiac, and while slow acting it only drove her lust further every time it sloshed and soaked into her body.\n\n\tIt felt like hours of work. Her muscles ached. Endorphins from the activity had mixed with the constant pornographic and chemical stimuli so that even the blissful release of unconsciousness would not come to provide release. At one point the familiar tapping and panging of high powered rounds off of the shell told her that these tests even included live fire. Whatever carried her it seemed it really was designed to drag whoever it contained all the way back to this mans lair, and it was quite possible conventional officers wouldn’t stand a chance. \n\n\tOf course those fleeting thoughts were lost in a sea of lust and helplessness. The metal pushing on her chest and the toys in her holes helped to keep her both still and stimulated, unable to work towards her own gratification. The visor took her focus to strange pornography and begging she wasn’t entirely sure wasn’t coming from her own head after a while. \n\n\tThe Iron Dragon was a drooling haze of hormones by the time the suit finally stopped. She glanced down at the jerboa looking back up at her with a smug grin. They may have been in a lab, or workshop, or something similar. It was too hard to focus with the light hammering her eyes once more. Even when she shut them the images had been burned into her mind and caused her to shift uncomfortably in place.\n\n\t“Well then, That was a good round of testing wasn’t it?” Ota-Khan snickered. The rodent took a set forward and put a hand on the suit’s metal frame. “Granted I bet one of your suits could take one of these out without putting the contents in too much danger. But then I have a feeling it’s going to be a while before you’re ready to stop anything isn’t it miss Draggie?”\n\n\t“Need to cum…” Setta muttered. Her jaw still hurt from the hours of work against the gag. Her eyes hazed and body heaving. It took the space of a dozen breaths before she was finally able to shake her head clear of the haze and re-focus on the brown furred fiend gazing up at her indignantly “Ok. Fine. You got what you wanted. Now let the girl go.”\n\n\tSetta winced as the mans paw moved up to her neck and stroked it tenderly. His cheap white suit slumping down his narrow arm as he did so. “Now now, like I said once you’re done then both of you are free to go whenever you want. But I didn’t say we were quite done yet did I, Iron Dragon. Still, I’m a nice guy at heart. So…”\n\n\tThe dragons hazed blue orbs caught a bare glance of a trembling figure off behind one corner. A mink girl, frumpy and stooped peeking around the corner though a pair of thick coke bottle glasses. The girl stumbled knock-kneed out of her hiding space in a too-big sweater and shoved the glasses up her muzzle as she eyed the trapped dragon curiously.\n\n\tRecognition struck. Setta gazed in shock at the girl before her, then glanced at the villain with a small snarl. “What did you do to her?” She muttered. The question earning a soft stroke at her neck scales.\n\n\t“oh her? Just a little side project. I mean I said I was going to nab up some cuties, right? Or did you think this test was the only one I had going? But like I said, you two are each free to go when you want once the testing is done. Speaking of which.” He chuckled and glanced over his shoulder. “Say, Prudence, do you want to go home?” He chuckled.\n\n\t“What? N-no, Senpai!” The mink yelped as she tucked herself back out of sight, peeking around the corner.\n\n\t“She said no, Iron Dragon. Depending on how long this lasts it may be a while before Prudence decides she wants to be ‘Miffy Hargrove’ again. As for you.” He laughed as he stepped back and the suit began to seal around Setta once more. “Tell you what, take another run with my Dire Wolf and if you still feel the same I‘ll have him give you a ride home. Or at least somewhere you can change without people seeing.”\n\n\tIron Dragon blushed furiously and gave him a small reluctant nod. Her body trembling as the robot enveloped her once more, pulling over her body as the lights and sounds of her visor consumed her world once more.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The Egg Test:
By TerraMGP

\tIron Dragon smirked under her helm. She felt the cheap metal and ceramics of her last robotic foe crumple to nothingness in her grasp, fritzing and frizzling into decayed sparks just like the rest of the little swarm.

\t“Ok, Ota-Khan.” The daring Dragoness laughed to herself. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Come on out with the girl and you won’t get hurt.” A bola launcher popped out from the top of her gauntlet. The thick, slightly cushioned metal cable making up its core almost sang as the firing mechanism tensed up. The rough thing about these younger villains was that they rarely seemed to understand just what they were getting into. Capturing Miss Victory City right from the pageant green room was a bold move. It also made him easy to track.

\tIt also meant that he was more likely to back down under the threat of force. Sometimes they were even smart enough to give it up after the first time getting caught. Not often, but enough that she was confident the robot-making little mastermind would probably mend his ways with one good scare.

\tThe unfinished office building was quiet. Only the sound of sparking sizzling electronics smoldering out the last of their batteries filled the night air. Her HUD soon brought up a reticule to her right. A young jerboa man in a white suit stepped out into the hallway. His brown fur marred only by the odd black and white checkerboard triangle that hovered over where his face should be.

\t“Hold up, Iron Dragon. I want to talk.” The rodent chattered, raising his hands slowly. “You’re looking for ‘Miffy’ right? Gotta say I’m a bit shocked they sent a dragon to save a princess.”

\t“I’m guessing you’re new in town. Sorry to tell you this but your type of villain never gets anywhere around here. I’m one of the reasons for that. Sorry to say but at this point you’re looking at probably five years hard time at the very least. That is unless you co-operate and come peacefully.”

\t“You know, I don’t think I’m going to do that, Iron Dragon.” Ota-Khan sighed even as he paced his way towards the power armored woman “Don’t’ get me wrong, you have me dead to rights. But the truth his, the princess is in another castle.” He waved his hand and a screen popped up in the corner of Settas visor. A blonde haired, large breasted mink girl of about twenty hovered in a large fluid suspension. Her head locked in a large metal helmet as the lights pulsed blue under her. “You could drag me in, but no way I’m going to talk. Plus I don’t think you want to risk unhooking her yourself. You’ve seen how janky some of my tech can get. One mistake and, well, who knows what will happen.”

\tIron Dragon let her arm drop even as she held back a snarl. She dashed forwards mere inches from the man, her fist raised. He flinched a bit, but was doing a decent enough job of not moving. Somehow, under that stupid projected effect over his face, she could feel him smirking. “What do you want.” Setta spat thumping her tail firmly on the ground.

\t“Oh that’s easy.” the rodent chuckled “All I need from you is some help. I have a new bit of tech I need tested. You do that for me, you get the girl. I mean come on, that can’t be the worst deal you’ve ever made.”

\tSetta lifted her power armored fist once more. The targeting holographic for the bola sparked to life, flickering before finally dying down. Her arm slumped to one side and trembled as much as the heavy servos would allow. “And you promise that you’ll release the girl if I help you? No tricks?”

\t“oh come now Miss Dragon. We both know if there were tricks you’d do it anyways. Saving the girl is more important than backing down from the risks, isn’t it?” Ota-Khan leaned in. If his eyes were visible Setta imagined they’d be wide with delight. She made a mental note to figure out how he was getting past her security and fix it when this was all over.

\t“Fine.” Setta muttered  I guess I have no choice. But I’m warning you, boy,. You’d better hold up your end of things. I promise I won’t be will find me far less merciful if you try to pull a fast one.”

\t“Oh, I’m quite sure I will.” The rodent chattered bemusedly “now, if you’d kindly come with me.”

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\tThis Ota-Khan didn’t seem to be the worst foe Setta had faced. Admittedly the Iron Dragon wasn’t exactly a newbie at this, making the bar rather high. Still as far as ransoms went, a bit of a field test for the freedom of Miss Victory City didn’t seem like too bad of a deal.

\tAdmittedly the design could already use some work. The suit which Ota-Khan had designed was barely a prototype. A tangled coiled mess of artificial muscle fibers, cables and wires with bulky armor bits hung from her arms, down her legs and ran with an neurotransmitting spine plate up the small of her back. Boots and gauntlets were likewise far bigger than they needed to be. So big in fact that it made walking without the artificial muscle bundles nearly impossible.

\tShe looked down at the huge robotic digits of her glove and tried in vein to open her hand. Both fists were balled up and held tight, yet the suit itself seemed to track her muscle movements enough that the fingers opened and closed the way her normal digits would with barely any loss in dexterity.

\tIt would almost be impressive, if the Jerboa she was facing had any plans of using it for the good of others.

\tWith the last of the prototype power armor affixed, Setta stepped on to the platform in the small makeshift locker room as a hydraulic jack elevator lowered her down into the large gravel pit turned arena. Up above her was a heavy cascade of flood lights that turned the night sky into noon. Along with the rest of the suit a simple visor had been affixed over her face to feed in data from its movements. The visor itself eventually shifted opacity enough to block out the more damaging rays of the floodlights. Another simple feature that almost made this feel like a genuine field test and not the result of vile extortion.

\t“I am sure that this is nothing new to you, Iron Dragon.” Ota-Khan’s voice boomed out over a dozen cheap speakers littered all around the gravel pit. “I’ve tried to set this little trial run up to be as simple as possible, and as much like what I imagine you’d do testing out your own glorious gadgets! All I need for you to do is relax, and do what comes naturally. The longer you can go, the more data I will collect. Give me enough, and I let the precious princess go.”

\t“She’s not a princess, you… dork.” Setta muttered “She’s just some beauty pageant winner. And you should have let her go already.” She sighed and slumped her shoulders trying to let the few bits of corset-like bracing that held her mid section carry the weight of her encased arms and legs. She reminded herself to break these little toys as soon as she got Miss Victory City to safety. No reason to let him profit by selling to whomever it was he had lined up.

\tLoud warning claxons and a chibi anime girl bleeped in the headset drawing the dragoness’ attention up to some blocky metal figure skulking on all fours along the upper rim of the quarry. The features were canine in the most broad sense imaginable. A sharply glowing asymmetric set of photoreceptors placed in a rectangular head seemed to be scanning her even as the warning lights barked back at her.

\tMoments later the figure had somehow darted into the heavy shadows cast by the floodlights. Setta braced herself back on one foot and tried like hell to run her mind though any sort of weapon systems this thing might have. The foul rodent must have planned on this. Realized she wouldn’t notice the lack of instructions on operation. That realization forced her to simply brace and keep herself facing the fast circling mech construct rampaging around in the shadows just out of proper sight. Its big body of metal and ceramics moving with far more speed than the shape implied possible.

\tThee first pounce stung. Without warning the draggie found herself sprawled on her back and struggling to get back up. Without proper chest protection on the suit the monstrous thing had apparently seen fit to rip a strip out of the simple rubbery zentai like catsuit she’d been given to help ‘attach’ the greater frame. Now her ample chest had spilled out and for a moment Setta was struggling to keep herself covered from the sudden shame. A split second later both gauntleted arms were up and absorbing the impact from the massive raking claws of the robot. Fortunately the armor plating of those gloves seemed more than capable of deflecting the claws with minimal effort, and for its shoddy design the frame still managed to lock itself into her defensive posture grating the dragon a high degree of protection as each blow rained down on her.

\t“Are you trying to test me, or this thing?” Setta barked. A fresh blast of subtle unnerving warmth followed by cool air and exposure caused her hand to dart down and cover her suddenly exposed nethers. The furiously blushing dragon barely had time to think as her will caused the enhanced muscles of the suit to rear back and knock the robotic beast flying with a sharp backhand to what passed for its head.

\t“I guess it was too much t hope that you weren’t going to be another hopeless pervert, huh?” Setta muttered.

\t“Oh Iron Dragon, you wound me.” Ota-Khan snickered over the various speakers from whatever hidden perch held him.

\t“Well if you don’t want a lady to think of you that way, maybe don’t tell your robo-dog to ‘strategically’ mess up her cloths. Or are you going to tell me this whole thing was one big coincidence?”

\t“Baka woman, that’s not what I meant. Of course I’m a massive Hentai Pervert.”

\tThe words cut off with the sound of servos and metal screaming against each other. Dust and graphite powder lubricant falling from the shaking beast as it charged forwards. The robot knocking into Setta’s back before she could react and pinning her firmly to the rough stony ground.

\tThe dragon flushed and struggled to push herself up as the dog-bot snarled and wiggled its box-head the way one might imagine a feral pup thrashing freshly caught prey. Setta returned the growl and struggled to pull herself up, only to find that the arms would not move. Her already balled fists were locked in place with the heavy servo gauntlets planted firmly in the stony dirt. It kept her body pushed painfully forward with only her poor breasts for cushioning while the robotic monstrosity leaned its heavy metal frame into her back and started saw itself back and forth along her back.

\t“Oh you have got to be kidding me.” Iron Dragon snapped “What do you think you’re doing? Get off of me. This isn’t funny!”

\tThe Dynamic dragon watched as dozens of warnings flashed and blinked in oddly off-tempo patterns though her visor. Chunky heavy boxes screaming out the raw numbers for artificial muscle tolerance and armor integrity blinked along one corner. Circles frantically bouncing around in a lulling sweep crisscrossed her view pinpointing every detail around her seeking out anything that might be used as a counter-measure. Most shamefully the chibi anime girl in the corner was panicking in a six-frame animation where a feral dog was prowling up to her panicking form, knocking her over, and rutting her with the same graphic quality one might expect from an ancient commodore 64.

\t“I should be honest with you, Miss Iron Dragon.” Ota-Khan snickered though his speakers, this time the voices seemed to be pumped into her headset along side the slathering synthesized snarls of the metal monster. “The truth is that I’ve admired your work for quite a while. Not really the route I’d go with most of it. But you clearly have talent, and skill. However I never felt your use of technology showed a true appreciation for just how an AI should be developed. It’s one of the few processes where I feel an organic process is best.”

\tEven with the robot bearing down on her and the suit now trapping her in its iron grasp, a small part of Setta resented the implication of any real programming deficiency. It was especially insulting considering the primitive thing that even now was pressing something warm, slimy, and clearly silicon against her now exposed folds.

\t“Oh no. No no no. No you don’t you stupid dog… thing.” Setta snapped wiggling what little of her booty could be wiggled in a fruitless attempt to topple herself away from the artificial member though sheer momentum. All that did was seemingly entice the heavy hunk of two-meter-tall metal to hammer its hips down with an odd mix of animal lust and postponing precision. It sunk itself in up to a barely pronounced knot and began to draw back. The howling mix of animal noise and bit-code chirp thrummed into her visor as the slow thrusts pushed and prodded the shaft into her soft tissue. Grinding harder and harder with each thrust into the helpless dragon.

\t“I said I wanted data, and I didn’t lie.” The mans voice oozed into her ears. “The combat data was nice, but if that’s all I needed I could just as easily hire any number of thugs now couldn’t I? After all, being familiar with your own designs means nothing when dealing with mine. Just as I’d glean little from examining yours.” The way the man spoke, calm and bemused. It grated on her brain and stoked the red scaled woman to a growing rage rendered impotent by the artificial muscles forcing her suit to stay in place.

\t“As you may have guessed, I like to multi-task. So the combat data is a bit of a bonus. But really, I’m just hoping you’ll hold out. Physically, and mentally. I want to get more data on my Dire Wolf there. I want to see just how much it can evolve from this interaction.” The villain laughed

\tOta-Khan’s words caused her to look up. The little tracking circles in her visor told her so many things. Informing her of the camera drones flitting around, catching her shame digitally for the fiend to use later if he so chose. The speed of the six-frame animation also seemed to change as the dog-bot ramped its thrusts up and down. Just looking at it brought her mind back to the crippling pleasure and lust-building pain burning between her legs. Feelings she hoped to ignore blossoming to the fore within moments while the dog-bot rutted her chest first into the dirt.

\t“All you have to do is endure the testing, and I’ll happily let you and the princess go whenever you wish!” The mad jerboa cooed with a smoothness utterly unfitting for the torment he was heaping on to Setta. With her former train of thought broken it was all too easy for the hammering of the beast bot on top of her to resonate though her. Each thrust bumping that knot into her sensitive nub and spreading her folds wide. Before long reluctant moans began sipping from her lips. Frustrated little whimpers of unwanted pleasure mixed with other sounds, odd sounds. Screaming and begging. Moaning and pleading. ‘nos’ and ‘yeses’ and a dozen other odd sounds slipping into her ears in all of their horrible voice acting glory. Each one matching the pitch of her voice to some degree.

\t“Knock it off!” Setta squealed between thrusts and moans. “What do you think I am, some kind of common-”

\t“Puppy fucker!” the words were in the same bad voice acting tambour.
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\t“Puppy fucker! Wait, no, that’s not what I meant. Gahh” Setta yelped

\tThe words were joined by images and short cheap animations of girls being taken from behind by dogs. The whole display hammering her senses relentlessly just as the robot continued to grunt and wedge the growing silicon knot against her folds.

\t“Feel free to resist all you want, Iron Dragon. Or enjoy it.” Ota-Khan laughed

\t“Enjoy it! Enjoy it! Enjoy it!” The voices in her visor began chanting the words in more warped and rearranged anime dub wording.

\t“I can see so much about you from where I am. See your thoughts. See your feelings. See how wet your noble snatch has become under the ministrations of my creation.” The jerboa laughed

\t“You won’t get away with this!” Iron Dragon spat. Her words only seeming to spur on the robot as it wedged the knot deep into her with one sharp thrust and the toy began to inflate.

\t“Ok, hold it a second.” The mad engineer’s voice lost much of its maniacal mirth. “Can we just, not? Please? Like is there someone to talk to about putting a moratorium on this whole ‘you won’t get away with it’ thing? Putting aside that I obviously will, and indeed am currently getting away with it… how cliché can you really get? It was bad enough when the ‘princess’ was doing it but at least she has the excuse of not dealing with my kind every other day.”

\t“Really? Now? You want to go into all of this now?” Setta grumbled. Secretly thankful that the relentless fucking had ceased for the moment.

\t“Well yeah! Would it really be that difficult to sit a few capes around the table and workshop a few alternatives? God knows you get captured often enough it’s got to get tedious. I mean I’m still new at this and I already hear it all the time. Oh! Wait, yeah. I almost forgot.”

\tSetta was about to voice another protest to the absurd rant when a fresh tug from the knot reminded her of what was happening. Unwanted pleasure blooming in her loins while her stiff nipples were rubbed roughly into the rocky dirt. Fresh flashes of the same bad anime clips along with the cheap chibi animation in the HUD filled her eyes when she penned them. She slammed them shut, only forcing her to listen more intently to the oddly cadenced jumble of voice acting sounds twisted into words.

\t“Dirty”

\t“Hentai”

\t“Pervert”

\t“Puppy fucker”

\t“Submit”

\t“Obey”

\t“Learn”

\tA blur of words hammered into her skull in mechanically perfect time with the savage humping robot. She could actually feel the arms and legs digging in, feel the suit that held her prepping the scaly form under it to remain firm even as the speed and intensity picked up. Something hot and less unpleasant than she’d care for it to be dripped into her warm insides and Iron Dragon loosed a muffled scream that instantly morphed into a moan with her cheek pressed hard into the dirt.

\tYet the thing didn’t cum, if that’s what it could be called. The pounding slowed, the knot deflated ever so slightly. Setta felt herself resting on the edge as more lewd images of old cartoon pornography filled her eyes and ears. Girls tied up or held down all begging to cum. Pleading and whimpering as they surrendered themselves. Just that word hitting her brain nearly drove Setta back to the brink of a craved orgasm. She was only just aware of her hips shaking back on to the shaft and already struggling to step herself while feeling the knot swell and deflate teasingly.

\tShe knew what this was. With of the truly powerful foes behind her, The Iron Dragon was more than experienced enough to know how this played out. She had become far too familiar with her own natural reactions and thoughts in situations like this. Familiar enough to feel the horrific gut-dropping fear of once again having some kind of mind control slowly supplanting her own will. She struggled to clear her mind and ignore her growing moans as the mechanical beast began to pump into her once more with the horribly tantalizing kiss of whatever its artificial shaft used to simulate semen.

\tShe could feel words forming, all blurring together between her heavy breaths. Each time the machine fucked her near orgasm she thrust her hips back that much harder muttering some kind of plea for it, only to be utterly ignored.

\t“F-fine! I admit it. I need to cum. I’m a dirty hentai puppy fucker and I need to cum!” It was inevitable. Her body sadly used to this kind of thing from many of her foes. Protests and cries of ‘no’ slowly turned to pleas and whining in her throat as she blurted the phrase out again and again. The machine locking her hips in place making it impossible to finish her own desperately needed climax as tears of frustration formed in her eyes. “Just let me cum, please. Your brainwashing worked are you happy?”

\t“Ok, wait. Brainwashing? I mean I admit I’m putting in some subliminals but, I kinda thought that was the norm.” Once again the arrogance and smarm dropped from Ota-Khan’s voice. Indeed he sounded genuinely shocked by the sudden proclamation. “Look, Iron Dragon, I’m not trying to put you though some kind of serious mind control. I mean fuck with your head a bit, sure. But I didn’t plan on you saying anything like that. That’s on you, lady.”

\tShe felt her cheeks flush in shame, realizing sadly how true the statement was. Setta scrambled for an excuse which would never come. With the knot swelling in her once more, the Iron Dragon felt the plates of the metal monster atop of her shifting and opening up. Rubberized servo arms reached out and wrapped around her shoulders, thighs, midsection and neck. She was yanked back in one smooth motion against a pleather pad and squeezed tight, the shaft still vibrating and pistoning every once in a while when the borderline orgasm began to abate.

\t“Now all that being said, I don’t know if phase two will have a major impact on your mental state one way or another. As I’m sure you can guess by now these two items are a bit of a rough prototype for a bigger concept. Namely my bots here are going to be used as a means of getting me the cuties I like” Ota-Khan giggle-snorted though the sound system as the formerly canid thing pulled itself up right and shifted its boxy body into a large exo frame. “So if it’s any consolation I’m going to be seeing how your mind does though a little obstacle course, and make sure it’s safe for others. I mean, safe once I figure out how to make the hands and feet work better.”

\tThe gauntlets and boots that had been the supposed test suit’s main features now seemed perfectly proportioned to her new metal prison. She struggled t speak up, only for the odd boxy head to shift its plates around and envelope her utterly in a type of helmet which blacked out any light beyond the visor. Within the span of a few moments Iron Dragon was the unwilling passenger in a large suit of power armor, feeling her body ache and yearn with each step. Her head still bombarded with the cut bits of cartoon porn and bad audio. Now though it was mixed in with other images. Girls and boys in costumes similar to those of the cartoons, Information on tabletop games, very familiar scientific and engineering primers. Dozens of different information bits pressed into her head with force any time the machine began forcing her up to the edge once more. An attempt to scream something into the muffled confines of the helm was met with another dog-shaped shaft. This one inflating with enough give to ensure she didn’t crack her teeth should she try to bite down and ushering in fresh air.

\tSuddenly that was her whole world. Burning lust held on the cusp while information was fed into her. Powerful artificial muscles and servos moving her along at a rapid pace. Jumping and rolling, lurching up and down in such a way that her stomach probably would be in knots if not for her own past experiences. Every once in a while she’d feel a new spurt into her womb. Slowly it dawned on her, the stuff was some form of aphrodisiac, and while slow acting it only drove her lust further every time it sloshed and soaked into her body.

\tIt felt like hours of work. Her muscles ached. Endorphins from the activity had mixed with the constant pornographic and chemical stimuli so that even the blissful release of unconsciousness would not come to provide release. At one point the familiar tapping and panging of high powered rounds off of the shell told her that these tests even included live fire. Whatever carried her it seemed it really was designed to drag whoever it contained all the way back to this mans lair, and it was quite possible conventional officers wouldn’t stand a chance.

\tOf course those fleeting thoughts were lost in a sea of lust and helplessness. The metal pushing on her chest and the toys in her holes helped to keep her both still and stimulated, unable to work towards her own gratification. The visor took her focus to strange pornography and begging she wasn’t entirely sure wasn’t coming from her own head after a while.

\tThe Iron Dragon was a drooling haze of hormones by the time the suit finally stopped. She glanced down at the jerboa looking back up at her with a smug grin. They may have been in a lab, or workshop, or something similar. It was too hard to focus with the light hammering her eyes once more. Even when she shut them the images had been burned into her mind and caused her to shift uncomfortably in place.

\t“Well then, That was a good round of testing wasn’t it?” Ota-Khan snickered. The rodent took a set forward and put a hand on the suit’s metal frame. “Granted I bet one of your suits could take one of these out without putting the contents in too much danger. But then I have a feeling it’s going to be a while before you’re ready to stop anything isn’t it miss Draggie?”

\t“Need to cum…” Setta muttered. Her jaw still hurt from the hours of work against the gag. Her eyes hazed and body heaving. It took the space of a dozen breaths before she was finally able to shake her head clear of the haze and re-focus on the brown furred fiend gazing up at her indignantly “Ok. Fine. You got what you wanted. Now let the girl go.”

\tSetta winced as the mans paw moved up to her neck and stroked it tenderly. His cheap white suit slumping down his narrow arm as he did so. “Now now, like I said once you’re done then both of you are free to go whenever you want. But I didn’t say we were quite done yet did I, Iron Dragon. Still, I’m a nice guy at heart. So…”

\tThe dragons hazed blue orbs caught a bare glance of a trembling figure off behind one corner. A mink girl, frumpy and stooped peeking around the corner though a pair of thick coke bottle glasses. The girl stumbled knock-kneed out of her hiding space in a too-big sweater and shoved the glasses up her muzzle as she eyed the trapped dragon curiously.

\tRecognition struck. Setta gazed in shock at the girl before her, then glanced at the villain with a small snarl. “What did you do to her?” She muttered. The question earning a soft stroke at her neck scales.

\t“oh her? Just a little side project. I mean I said I was going to nab up some cuties, right? Or did you think this test was the only one I had going? But like I said, you two are each free to go when you want once the testing is done. Speaking of which.” He chuckled and glanced over his shoulder. “Say, Prudence, do you want to go home?” He chuckled.

\t“What? N-no, Senpai!” The mink yelped as she tucked herself back out of sight, peeking around the corner.

\t“She said no, Iron Dragon. Depending on how long this lasts it may be a while before Prudence decides she wants to be ‘Miffy Hargrove’ again. As for you.” He laughed as he stepped back and the suit began to seal around Setta once more. “Tell you what, take another run with my Dire Wolf and if you still feel the same I‘ll have him give you a ride home. Or at least somewhere you can change without people seeing.”

\tIron Dragon blushed furiously and gave him a small reluctant nod. Her body trembling as the robot enveloped her once more, pulling over her body as the lights and sounds of her visor consumed her world once more.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "The Egg Test", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "application/msword", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "1", "views": "737" }