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Still I am hoping people enjoy it. Hopefully after the next one things will clear up some.

Questions, comments an criticism adored", "writing": "By Right: Subsystem\n\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\tHeavy footfalls slammed into the thick black and white diagonal tiles. Heavy panting echoed down the corridors accompanied by the sound of running foot paws an sharp scratching claws and dragging chain. The tensed, willowy bundle of brown fur mixed with red scales limped and sprinted her way though a twisting maze of corridors and stairwells seemingly leading nowhere.\n\n\tThe Lithe yet powerful creature started to pant as she looked up towards an obvious exit. Miles off from her current position when walking and at least a hundred feet up. She spread her wings a bit and considered flying up though the exposed ceiling. But the presence of so many drifting, floating eyes seeking her out made the prospect difficult at best.\n\n\tInstead she ducked back against the perfectly flat and smooth wall of a kinked corner and sought out a program from her list of usual tools. A simple shimmer from one clawed hand and the light of the maze shifted. Shadow shifting to envelope her in the small corner.\n\n\tNo sooner had she pushed into the corner than a large creature started to lumber its way around it. Massive with motted skin and wiry hairs. It’s forearms huge and burley with heavy talons on the ends of its fingers. Scr1pt winced and pulled further back into the shadows as the thing looked around slowly. Sniffing and growling as its huge maw opened slack and drool dribbled from its jawls. \n\n\tShe pushed back hard as the beast slowly pulled its way forward. Clawing and scratching as it leaned from one side to the next. Sniffing the air and wiggling its ears as the beast glanced around with milky offset eyes.\n\n\tThe air grew painfully still and tense as the beast pulled its way around one corner, facing her yet seemingly unable to notice her in the darkness. At least from a few feet away. Still as it slowly moved forward the few feet before the next turn she watched the thing sniff and growl. Slowly seeking out its prey and growling a hard, throaty growl with each slow pace forwards.\n\n\tFor a moment it almost felt like her heart had stopped. Some vague stillness and a tinge of terror with each slow movement of the beast as it pulled towards her. Thick shoulders spanning almost all five feet of the corridor and chest heaving as it took in deep, sucking breaths.\n\n\tShe watched as the creature lowered its small head and sniffed around near the shadows. If any of her protections failed, even for a moment. Scr1pt knew it would be over.\n\n\tAfter what seemed to be a painful eternity the beast moved again. Snorting in disgust and pulling away as it slowly started along down the corridor further. Scr1pt sighed in relief and shook her head. The last time she got out one of those brutes was the thing that dragged her back. It seemed to be impervious to any of her weapons or basic tools and had cornered her in a dead end. \n\n\tThis time though, she had a plan.\n\n\tShe waited for the thing to get ahead of her. Not too far. No more than a handful of steps. Enough to be sure she had space if she needed it. A moments thought and her hand was wreathed by a small, shimmering blade of pure raw code. Not much. Not enough to reach very far. Really it was the most she could manage. But it should be enough.\n\n\tAs the creature lumbered on Scr1pt crouched and growled, narrowing her eyes and waiting for the right moment. She watched as the beast dipped to sniff around again, and the second his head started to pull back up she dashed out. Hand held up over her and wings outstretched.\n\n\tIt was one quick movement. A hard slicing swipe against the back of the beasts neck. Barely more than a flick, but enough to sever the head from the body. The whole motion was so precise that Scr1pt wasn’t even sure she landed the blow until she made footfall on the other side of the body and turned to look, seeing the thing falling over helplessly and groaning as that body twitched like a headless chicken.\n\n\tThe decker sighed in relief and let the blade dissipate over her hand. Grumbling in frustration as her body was allowed to untense again. There was no way in hell to know if that would work. A garble of code like that was a dangerous thing after all. Just so much static and white noise could rip apart ordered systems in a heartbeat. Something she was reminded of as she looked up to see the lilting streak of nothingness that trailed from where her blade had been formed over to where the thing lay.\n\n\tSystems were already working to fill in the gaps and repair the data. But it was pretty clear she’d done far more damaged than she would have wanted.\n\n\tStill it was a victory and Scr1pt knew that whatever else happened she had at least proven that she could take these monsters out. Assuming this was the worst that dragon could throw at her, this might be her last dash to freedom.\n\n\tThe little draco-bat grinned too herself as she dusted off her hands and turned, gasping as she bumped face to face with a large, drooling, growling, slavering mess of milky eyes and motted grey skin. \n\n\tHer eyes were quick enough to catch it as the thing raised its massive arm. Mind scrambling for the code once more even as she lifted her own hand to its neck.\n\n\t“Oh Fu-”\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\tThe world started to fade in once more. Scr1pt winced and shivered softly while the now all-too-familiar lair coalesced to life around her. The same shelves. The same floor. The same chains. \n\n\tShe glanced up as her mind quickly willed her bio-check counter into being. The time she had been in the tube was still obscured. Her new ‘Lady’ had seen to that. But the bio signs hadn’t gone too far downhill so it couldn’t have been that long. \n\n\tShe glanced back at the side of the throne and carved a small tally mark into it with her claw. Seven. This was her seventh attempt. Each time the lock got harder to break, and each time she got further. So far the new locks weren’t that hard to break when she was dragged back. But they did get harder, and each exploit she used would surely be ready for the next attempt.\n\n\tScr1pt slumped and sighed loudly. There were too many ticking clocks to juggle at this point. Too many things clearly working in concert to keep her in check. It didn’t help that the damn hooded squirrel was sitting at the other end of the throne, watching with a painfully creepy intensity.\n\n\t“So, can I help you?” the Draco-bat avi growled loudly as she sat up and settled herself on the hard wooden floor.\n\n\t“Miss said to keep an eye on you. She gave me a very fun job. I like this job” the squirrel churred in a happy sing-song. Her grin nice and broad and infuriatingly optimistic.\n\n\t“That was your job the last few times too. I got out then. Seems like you’re a pretty shitty file there.” Scr1pt grumbled “You do realize when I get out of this I am totally deleting both of you, right? I mean just to be up front here I’m going to scatter your fragmented ashes to the four winds and do a little dance from whatever terminal I’m jacked in to.”\n\n\t“Awww but that’s no fun.” Rati pouted “Then we wouldn’t get to play anymore. Besides you gave me this pretty cloak… hoodie… thing.” She giggled and tugged at the overly-large zipper up the front. Kicking her legs idly and hmming away as she pulled the zipper up and down.\n\n\tScr1pt did everything she could not to scream in frustration while watching the display. “You know you’re lucky I can’t make any weapons right now…” She muttered loudly.\n\n\t“Oh I know” Rati giggled “But until the Miss gets back you can’t do nuffin anyways. Lady Nio said you can’t form anything dangerous in here. She put that block on your code so you can’t try to attack me anymore.”\n\n\tScr1pt sighed and shook her head Seven times she’d tired to break out and each time the damn dragon and her I.C. had dragged her back kicking and screaming. For whatever she had said bad about Drasi tech in the past Scr1pt had to admit the rock-stupid simplicity made it hard to find any decent gaps or flourishes to exploit.\n\n\tIt was becoming clear that she needed focus, and needed a new plan.\n\n\t“So, Rati. Any idea where this ‘lady’ of yours gets herself off to when she isn’t busy sitting there ominously and making vague threats about what fate she has in store for me?” She cast a long, sideways glance at the construct and sighed a bit. Curling one leg to her chest and leaning her chin on it, trying to look cute. Just coming off as exhausted.\n\n\tThat buck-toothed little menace beamed proudly and nodded. “Of course I do silly” Rati giggled “I keep apprised of every pertinent detail so that I can properly rely all that nice helpful data to our users. It’s important they keep in formed. Especially at a time like this.” \n\n\t“At a time like what?” Scr1pt muttered.\n\n\t“I donno. But there is a ton of network activity. Huge data flow in and out of the main Q.E. array. Someone is doing something big.” \n\n\tHer heart skipped a half-beat at that. At least it would if she was in her body properly. If someone was using the array heavily then odds were good one of three things happened. Either they were planning for Butchers assault, they had already won, or they had already lost. If nothing else that meant the readout of her body being fine might in fact be accurate… for the time being at least.\n\n\tStill that gave her some options. If she could get her body unlocked and woken up, a fire fight would provide perfect cover to slip away. Even better if she could find a way to time it for when the compound got breeched. Considering they seemed to be slavers it wouldn’t be hard to escape while Butchers men were occupied by the older and more well developed members of the proverbial herd.\n\n\tHell, even if the crazy wolf lady decided to stay and take them on rather than calling in an evac odds were good that she could slip herself out of the maze when Nio’s attention was drawn by heavier processes. On a fast enough system that could give her virtual hours or even days worth of time to slip free though a buggy and overtaxed security system. Given it was Drassi tech that might only be a few hours. But still it was something.\n\n\t“I just have to plan my next move carefully. Take a mental inventory of the code I have on hand and- Ghost damn it what the hell are you doing?”\n\n\tA loud scream jarred her from her calm. Scr1pt glanced over to see Rati sitting there, legs spread and jaw a bit slack. A screen opened to display some rather graphic and painfully over-stylized flatvid cartoon. A mouse in a fuck-machine laden tube held in the hand of a giant robot in a cloak and everyone yelling loudly in New Norse, and the dirty little rat-toothed bitch getting herself off as she watched.\n\n\tThe draco-bat’s thick paw flailed along the ground until it came to rest on one of the countless thick tomes laying about. She chucked it though the display causing it to warp and distort, startling the little squirrel construct and snapping her attention away from the dissipated image.\n\n\t“Hey, that wasn’t very nice.”\n\n\t“Wasn’t… Bitch. I’m right here. Maybe save the fur-flogging for a time when you don’t have a captive audience.” She grumbled “What the hell do you even need sex for anyways?”\n\n\t“Oh, I don’t know. I found it rather cute.” A booming voice laughed from near the entrance. \n\n\tScr1pt winced and sighed as she looked up. Her hand instinctively went to her gun tool should be, and as happened each time before winced at the disappointing absence.\n\n\t“Lady!” The damn squirrel churred happily as she took a very formal kneeling position. Legs apart, arms behind her back. Perpetually dopey grin colored with cotton candy sweet affection that made the bats teeth hurt. \n\n\tNio smirked and shook her head as she looked at the pair. Her thick, powerful body swaying as she strode towards them. Whatever else could be said this was possibly the most detailed rendering of a dragon the bat had ever seen. Every scale perfectly outlined. Every muscle and movement just as she imagined they might be from the books. It set a standard for beauty that Scr1pt felt she could never match, which frustrated her to no end.\n\n\t“So then it seems that my little half-blood managed to slip her leash again. Doesn’t it Rati?” That thick voice cooed as smoke billowed from her scaly lips. Eyes twinkling like gems as they scanned the huffy little decker. Nio looked the squirrel over a moment, locking eyes on her as that long slender slithery tongue licked and hissed out, tracing a small line affectionately up the lesser programs cheek.\n\n\tRati melted almost cartoonishly. Her dopy grin growing and eyes lidding as she drooped. Barely caught and easily held up by that clawed hand hooking under her chin. She laughed dopily and giggled as her tail stood straight up. Contrasting her wobbly weak body.\n\n\t“Do you have to do that?” Scr1pt muttered\n\n\t“Do what?” Nio chuckled as she moved the claw away. She turned herself to look at her captive more closely. Rati fell slowly only for her chin to land rather comfortably against the thick swinging tail of her Lady. Murring and nuzzling a bit as the swaying tail raised enough to keep her propped up somewhat.\n\n\t“Look, she was clearly slapped together on break. But I can tell that you have some context as to your existence. So can we drop the whole sex pretense? It’s kind of old.”\n\n\t“Pretense? You may have to enlighten me.” Lady Nio laughed “What is it you think I am doing that is so indulgent?”\n\n\tWithout even looking up Scr1pt waved her hand to indicate the staggered girl at the other end of the throne. Nio looked back and smirked a bit as she slowly let Rati down onto the floor.\n\n\t“Well you can’t exactly expect me to be that responsible for her silliness now can you dear? I mean I could always change it. But then I adore my cute little silly pie. I think she’s fine just the way she is.”\n\n\t“Yeah. Because you were programmed to” She muttered “But the sex. Seriously. You realize that my meatspace body isn’t even old enough to have that big ol’ rush of hormones yet right? I mean it’s not like I haven’t tried things in a few games. But come on. Not everything has to be about sex. Your show sure as hell isn’t doing anything for me.” She wrinkled her nose a bit and gripped the chain where it met the throne, slowly pulling herself to standing so that she could look the dragoness in the eye. “At this point the two of you are really just masturbating.”\n\n\tLady Nio gave Scr1pt a look, the two staring each other down. By the time it hit her what she’d just said, Nio was already doing her best not to giggle.\n\n\t“Little one. What I do with my Rati is because I enjoy it… and it is my place to do so. Nothing more, nothing less. Whatever umbrage you take at that fact is certainly not my concern.”\n\n\t“So what, if I wasn’t here then you’d be doing… whatever the raw code version of working her up is… to that thing regardless?” Scr1pt winced\n\n\t“Well I don’t know if I’d say that. I mean you act as if we have reason to operate in simple code. But yes my little Rati would get quite the affection from me dear. Every routine I monitor is mine to do with as I please.”\n\n\t“and you were coded by horndogs. Three to one they all wore some kind of chastity stuff and got worked up doing whatever their boss said, right? Because Woz only knows the Drassi’s are built on that sexual kinky stuff” she said shaking her head and sighing.\n\n\tThe large Dragoness sighed and sat down on the throne as she chuckled a bit. The long, smooth lacquered cigarette holder she so often favored formed between those powerful fingers. In it was a pure white cylinder at the tip. Ancient and traditional. A throwback to a time few could ever really comprehend.\n\n\tNio puffed a small breath of fire over the tip to light it. The holder moving to her lips as she took a long, slow drag. The cherry at the end burning itself to life.\n\n\tTry as she may Scr1pt fond it hard to look away.\n\n\t“Ahh. That’s better.” Lady Nio sighed as she let the smoke curl from her lips. “You certainly seem to be a very self absorbed little thing though, all things considered. Do you really think I concern myself with your benefit, little one? You’re the one who broke in here after all. The one who put in that pesky overlay I till can’t pry free from my tree. The truth is I should be far more cross with you” The dragoness leaned back a bit and lifted one of her large scaly feet. Rati quickly scampering into place and titling her head up. Practically squealing as Nio rested her heel on the squirrels head. Her dirty callused scaly footpaw nesting in between the squirrels nose and forehead.\n\n\tA scent hit Scr1pt even as she watched the almost ritualistic little display. Her nose twitched as the odd mix of things hit her. There was smoke. Thick, powerful. Utterly unpleasant and yet somehow impossible to simply ignore. It wafted and twisted though the air as the dragoness blew it out over her head in happy little puffs. But on top of that was something else. Something stronger. Every little sliver of her simulated senses pushed to the brink by an impossibly thick and musky odor. \n\n\tThe scent only grew stronger as the dragoness spread her legs and reclined into the cushioned wood throne. Her tail swaying lazily as she squirmed herself to the side a bit and chuckled.\n\n\t“You seem to be oddly defensive all things considered, little one. You have a good grasp of how and why we must be the way we are. Yet you seem to insist that our fixation is somehow for your benefit.” She murred softly and watched carefully as the little decker twitched her nose. Watched her twitch and fidget where she sat. Seeming so lost in spite of her protestations.\n\n\t“Yeah? Why shouldn’t I?” she muttered “You’re both just representations of programs. A couple of shells to anthropomorphize data processes so the plebs can interact more easily. I already got your little girlfriend there draped out in my kind of fashion don’t I?” Scr1pt said proudly\n\n\t“Actually I kinda like this look” Rati giggled as she worshipfully kissed the back of the dragons calf.\n\n\t“Indeed. The two of you have oddly similar tastes. Not what I’d choose naturally. But then as you pointed out I am not a monster. Just lines of code.”\n\n\tThe Dragoness shifted a bit more and growled. Her dress moving to reveal the source of that scent.\n\n\tScr1pt blushed as she saw it. Her heart racing a mile a minute. A thick, large, throbbing member. Large and semi-flaccid Easily a foot long and thicker around than a pop bottle. It was thick and musky, wrapped in fine yet oddly lacy panties. Something that barely managed to keep her contained and somehow seemed to swell the apparent power of that member.\n\n\tShe looked away quickly, but the scent made her eyes water all the same. She took long, slow breaths while racking her brain to find some way to counter it.\n\n\t“Is something wrong, little one?” Lady Nio chuckled as she reached out and gripped the bats chin. Turning her to the side and forcing her to look into those big, menacing draconic eyes. “You have gotten quiet all of the sudden.”\n\n\t“It’s nothing” she muttered as she bit her lip. In a split second she now sat on the defensive, shaking and shivering as she breathed in that thick, alluring, odd musk. It wasn’t right. Or rather, it was. Unsettlingly so. Simsenses in cases like this were so often just lifted from real life. Impulses for voice and scent easily mimicked as brain input. Most any game or vid with a Dragon in it would take a lizard, normally one of the actors, and get their scents and features down for the base of such files. Copy the voice patterns, the aesthetics. It worked fine for most people.\n\n\tAnd yet this…\n\n\tThe clawed hand left her chin and grabbed the chain instead. A firm tug snapping Scr1pt out of her daze though not out of the hard blush. She refocused her attention on those eyes. Clear shimmering violet orbs dancing in the rooms candlelight. It was a display of raw power. Overwhelming and otherworldly. Assaulting all of her senses. The scent of that musk mixing with the smoke from her lips. That same smoke curling and dancing before the now hardened womans face. Every strand of hair and fleck of scale so intricate and lovingly detailed. Every shred of this image radiating the power and authority and glory only a Dragon could possess. Something that meatspace could never in a million years dream of seeing.\n\n\tWhat scared her most though, what excited her most. Was just how much it matched, how it surpassed, every dream and dark fantasy to ever cross her mind.\n\n\t“I think something is very wrong, my mouthy little guest.” Nio growled “Very wrong indeed. Or else you wouldn’t be seeking to escape so often. I have been lenient with you so far. But you know that you are not here simply to amuse me, don’t you? You are not some random interloper in a café seeking a little payday and now woefully fallen under the ice. No. Your little body is nice and neatly locked away. Every neuron and synapse being wrung dry to bolster an already antiquated system. Isn’t that right little one?”\n\n\tNio caressed Scr1pts head, and she felt it instantly. Her body. Her weak, simple, plain meatspace body. Hovering there. Floating so very helplessly. The strain of calculations running though her hardware and brain far faster than they should. Odd pinpricks of electricity dancing around inside of her head. Not pain. Not pleasure. It was like someone had simply shoved the connector ends of a cable into her temples and let the raw data flow freely.\n\n\tThat sudden, crushing weight was more than she cold take. Scr1pt collapsed to her knees holding her head. The sensation ranked with the worst dumpshock she could ever imagine yet she knew she was still trapped in this little simulated hell. Each breath she took as the sensation rose swelled and mixed in her mind. The musk, the thick unwashed scent of that powerful woman towering over her assailing her. Curling and twisting its way into her sinuses and senses. Thick and heady. Unpleasant, yet her brain was too skewed from the sensation to do anything but breath it in. Unable to stop the nonvital process as the wave of sensation dragged her along.\n\n\t“You seem to forget that you were put here to be a tool. Perhaps it was wrong of me to shelter you from it. To give you the delusion that you can flee, that you can resist.” The bulge from that dress pushed up against Scr1pts cheek as the woman curled her fingers into the mane of hair. Eyes narrowing “You claim nothing is wrong, little one. As you sit there in your tube. Mind put to a proper use, a proper purpose. Yet you kept fighting me. Keep fighting me.” Those smoky lips curled slowly into a smile “Until now, little one, I have simply allowed you to sit in blissful ignorance of your situation. Sheltered you from what you really are. But something must be wrong. You wish to resist. So… Resist.”\n\n\tThat head-static shivered and shook though every shred of her. Every thought and feeling suddenly so fragmented. Her first few attempts to push her mind into focus and fight back the stream of data simply knocking her back down. She tried to wall herself off and the crushing weight of information began to hammer on her like some crazed prize fighter. Raining down blow after blow as she sobbed and shuddered.\n\n\tThough the haze she found herself clutching at the hem of Lady Noi’s dress. Her nostrils flaring, her eyes filled with tears as the strange scent filled her sinuses and her head. She could feel it. That thick, warm, worshipful shaft. The heavy balls and soft scales. So unlike anything real. Powerful and terrifying and perfect in ways that could just crush her. Even it’s scent seeming to slice into the haze with each slowing, gasping, gagging breath.\n\n\t“How does it feel, my little fledgling?” Nio growled “To be used. To be a tool. Is it exciting?”\n\n\tScr1pt didn’t know what to feel. Her head swam. Every thought a cluster of disjointed ideas and unwanted feelings. She was breathing now, on her own. Yet really it wasn’t on her own. Though the fog of fragmentation she could feel herself slowly sniffing. Nose twitching as it gasped and gulped in the scent. Not that she minded it. Not that a part of her didn’t enjoy it. It felt so good, so very oddly good to let her body breath in and out. To let her head move a bit closer, nuzzling and nosing the thick, weighty bulge though the dress and panties.\n\n\t“Oh my little one. Are you giving up the fight already? For all you know I could be rewriting your little mind right now? Taking out all those useless motor controls and verbal speech abilities. Plucking out what I don’t need… or instilling something I wish. Shaping you into a good tool, a useful tool. My tool.”\n\n\tScr1pt gritted her teeth at that and winced. She pushed her thoughts back into what focus she could muster and tried to block out the clear outside influence. She could feel herself in two places at once. Feel the cool goo in which her body now floated, feel herself gripping the hem of that dress as her body slumped. The dragon was right. That her, that other self. It was so helpless, so powerless, so vulnerable. If she didn’t do a better job of re-enforcing her mind it would be so easy to slip in. So easy to beak down her will. Rewrite her desires. Twist her wants in any way imaginable until she was nothing more than a willess little component ready to be socketed into a greater, stronger, superior machine.\n\n\tThe Draco-bat blushed hard. She quickly clamped her thighs together and slumped hard as she realized the state her body was in. \n\n\tLady Nio leaned down slowly. The scent of her powerful member replaced with soft perfume and heady, acrid smoke. That same smoke seemed to twist and curl its way down from her nostrils. Wrapping itself around that face in a slow, commanding embrace. Forcing the searing wisps against her simulated sinuses with a life of its own as the Lady blew thick, heavy gouts of white cloudy smoke over the poor girls face. Scr1pt coughed and sputtered as she desperately tried to hold her breath. Pursing her lips shut and slamming her eyes closed to keep the subtle sting from burning her. \n\n\tScr1pt winced and tried to look away. Her head throbbed as she struggled to keep some control over her body. She could feel the smoke slowly rushing into her and, worse, feel the impulses of her own body to lean up towards it. So much of her virtual self seeming eager to leap up and accept the smoke. Her face soon resting against the top of the skirt as she looked up into the eyes of the Dragoness.\n\n\tIt felt good. Damn her but it felt so horribly good. Nestled up against the woman as she towered over the poor decker. Body shaking as she struggled to hold some kind of control over herself. Even as she fought back the little bat girl could feel waves of bliss as her hand slowly groped and traced between her legs. As a powerful draconic hand moved back to cup her head into place. Any time she slipped, any time her attempts to control her own body failed her the decker found herself awash in this bizarre, floaty bliss. Reveling in how weak the woman made her feel. Tingling at how… inferior… she could feel as she was pushed up ageist the dragons powerful package. Even with her relative lack of familiarity with it, there was no way that she could deny it in that moment. Scr1pt was aroused. She was infatuated.\n\n\tShe stopped her hand short of reaching down between her legs. It had been a close catch. The roiling tempest of need that swam in her hazy head made any sort of focus so hard. She quickly pulled her hand slowly back to her side even as her pretty little face nosed and nestled against that package. Even as she felt her mouth slowly opening itself up to a new gout of the dragons thick, twisting, curling smoke. She didn’t want it of course. She didn’t want any of this. The precious body she had lovingly crafted for herself was quickly betraying her.\n\n\tScr1pt coughed and sputtered as her body slowly took the smoke in. Breathing it in with near reverence as her mind slowly started to fragment again. A split second later she was panting softly as her body scooted itself up close. Her legs pushing forward and her hips making her nudge that painfully needy sex against the firm and painfully perfect shin of the Dragoness. It was getting worse. She was losing control. Her own precious, perfect body deteriorating into nothing more than a simple rag doll. A puppet for the will of this simple program.\n\n\tTo her own surprise, Scr1pt moaned as that horrible thought tickled along her brain.\n\n\t“There now. That isn’t so bad, is it little pretty?” the Dragon growled “Here I thought you were going to make such a fuss. This is all you really need though isn’t it? Something stronger. Something better. Something to worship”\n\n\tEach of those words spurred her hips on. She was a puppet. A tool. A toy. Some disposable thing socketed into a far larger machine to boost its processing power ever so slightly… until finally she would no longer be able to function. Perhaps even discarded. Just a usable, disposable, helpless little toy.\n\n\tIt was a horrifying idea. The stuff of nightmares. It was the last thing any Decker, especially one like Scr1pt, would ever want. Somehow knowing that fact though just made it that much hotter.\n\n\tEven as her confusion threatened to overwhelm her Scr1pt was still aware of her body. It wriggled and slid against that leg all on its own. Heart fluttering and eyes lighting up as she gazed at the lacy tip of that shaft under the skirt. She was grinding down on the dragons powerful, beautifully scaly foot now. Hips gyrating awkwardly as a flood of degrading thoughts slipped in and out of her head seemingly of their own accord.\n\n\tShe sobbed quietly and pushed herself up against that leg, eyes rolling back and chest heaving from the wonderful strain of it all. Fighting to keep herself, and at the same time finding herself flooded with unfamiliar arousal as she constantly lost ground. Laughing and sobbing and moaning while she watched the dragon mockingly laugh at her.\n\n\tScr1pt winced and bit her lip. She watched as the Lady, as that damn woman bent down and smirked. The tip of that cigarette holder pushed slowly to the lips of the little Draco-bat. It was the smoke making her think this way. It had to be. Probably some kind of code to mess with her mind. Something that would overwhelm her desires. The thing that made it feel so oddly good to just imagine being conquered. Being forced. She struggled hard to shut her lips.\n\n\tEven as she did the poor decker could feel her lungs burning . The smoke had been so strong. Something about the burn lingering in her. Some helpless little note of something that made her curious. Made her almost compelled. The memory of that burn growing and swelling in her lungs and her throat as it mingled with her sniffs of the mighty draconic shaft now looming over her. Telling her simulated body that it wanted more. Telling her how good it will feel when she is conquered. Not submits. One horrible thought creeping in to her mind even as she felt her lips start to purse again. \n\n\tHer lips made contact with the lacquered tip and she inhaled the some. Once again her will feeling crushed. Oh so wonderfully conquered. Scr1pt had barely noticed her mounting arousal in her own fight but now she almost melted under the weight of it as she started to feel the growing tremble of an orgasm rip into her. Though her constructed body and almost all the way to her meatspace self. \n\n\tShe let the smoke waft and twist deep into her lungs. Not that she had a choice. Even as her throat slowly gave ground and accepted the inevitable she could feel it working its way like a drill down into her. Spreading her lungs, pushing at her sinuses. Burning and searing with a wonderful, horrible pain that made her eyes water. Indeed the only part of her that didn’t feel the creeping digital pollution totally take over seemed to be her sensitive little nose. Those nostrils instead mixing the smoke with heady whiffs of the Lady’s thick, powerful member. Seeming to sear both into her memory with strange longing sensations the girl really didn’t fully understand.\n\n\t“That’s it. Just relax now, little one. No more silly fighting today.” The dragon growled. Try as she might. Flail and struggle as she may. All the poor decker could do was watch in confused horror as the world seemed to get fuzzy. Her body slowly overtaken by intrusive code and overwhelming sensation.\n\n------------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\tThere was no way to tell how long it had been. Scr1pt woke up sore and dazed. Her body aching and muscles throbbing. She felt aches and uncomfortable twinges of arousal all over her exhausted body along with a sticky, dried, uncomfortable sensation on her thigh fur.\n\n\tWoz only knew for sure what it was, but without any real signs of real discoloration to the fur, she had a guess.\n\n\tHer jaw hurt. There was something in her mouth. Something musty and familiar. Each breath filling her with a blissful little jolt as the air wafted around the thick lacy things crammed in her maw. It took a moment to realize what it was, and when she did, she could only blush and whimper to herself in shame.\n\n\tOnce again Scr1pt was laying against the throne. She glanced up for a moment to see the powerful goddess of a Dragon sitting there proudly. Lady Nio wasn’t looking at the little bat girl. She didn’t have to. The truth of the situation was clear for all to see. Letting her eyes move down Scr1pt looked at Rati. The little Squirrel having her face buried under the massive, now exposed balls of the dragoness. That thick shaft, like nothing in nature, a slightly spined cylinder ending in an oddly flared cone, dangled and dribbled on the squirrel girl as she dutifully licked and kissed.\n\n\tIt was impossible to see but rather obvious that she was worshiping the dragons tail hole. Drowning in that musky scent from the thick heavy orbs while doing something so utterly disgusting and degrading.\n\n\tThe fact that she felt jealous just made Scr1pt feel even worse about it all.\n\n\tThe decker leaned back and sighed as she once again tugged on the chain holding her in place. Weak arms trembling hard as they struggled to even lift her own weight. She collapsed once more and lay there. Slowly becoming aware of things. Aware that she was fidgeting with still unspent lust. Even more aware she was all but nursing those nasty panties shoved so deep into her muzzle. Her blush only grew as she reluctantly permitted herself to continue allowing the foul musky filth to dissolve onto her tongue and into her maw.\n\n\tIt was impossible to put how she felt to words. The lust and terror and shame. That nagging little feeling that somehow she might, just might, desire this.\n\n\tScr1pt knew she had to get out.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "By Right: Subsystem

By TerraMGP

\tHeavy footfalls slammed into the thick black and white diagonal tiles. Heavy panting echoed down the corridors accompanied by the sound of running foot paws an sharp scratching claws and dragging chain. The tensed, willowy bundle of brown fur mixed with red scales limped and sprinted her way though a twisting maze of corridors and stairwells seemingly leading nowhere.

\tThe Lithe yet powerful creature started to pant as she looked up towards an obvious exit. Miles off from her current position when walking and at least a hundred feet up. She spread her wings a bit and considered flying up though the exposed ceiling. But the presence of so many drifting, floating eyes seeking her out made the prospect difficult at best.

\tInstead she ducked back against the perfectly flat and smooth wall of a kinked corner and sought out a program from her list of usual tools. A simple shimmer from one clawed hand and the light of the maze shifted. Shadow shifting to envelope her in the small corner.

\tNo sooner had she pushed into the corner than a large creature started to lumber its way around it. Massive with motted skin and wiry hairs. It’s forearms huge and burley with heavy talons on the ends of its fingers. Scr1pt winced and pulled further back into the shadows as the thing looked around slowly. Sniffing and growling as its huge maw opened slack and drool dribbled from its jawls.

\tShe pushed back hard as the beast slowly pulled its way forward. Clawing and scratching as it leaned from one side to the next. Sniffing the air and wiggling its ears as the beast glanced around with milky offset eyes.

\tThe air grew painfully still and tense as the beast pulled its way around one corner, facing her yet seemingly unable to notice her in the darkness. At least from a few feet away. Still as it slowly moved forward the few feet before the next turn she watched the thing sniff and growl. Slowly seeking out its prey and growling a hard, throaty growl with each slow pace forwards.

\tFor a moment it almost felt like her heart had stopped. Some vague stillness and a tinge of terror with each slow movement of the beast as it pulled towards her. Thick shoulders spanning almost all five feet of the corridor and chest heaving as it took in deep, sucking breaths.

\tShe watched as the creature lowered its small head and sniffed around near the shadows. If any of her protections failed, even for a moment. Scr1pt knew it would be over.

\tAfter what seemed to be a painful eternity the beast moved again. Snorting in disgust and pulling away as it slowly started along down the corridor further. Scr1pt sighed in relief and shook her head. The last time she got out one of those brutes was the thing that dragged her back. It seemed to be impervious to any of her weapons or basic tools and had cornered her in a dead end.

\tThis time though, she had a plan.

\tShe waited for the thing to get ahead of her. Not too far. No more than a handful of steps. Enough to be sure she had space if she needed it. A moments thought and her hand was wreathed by a small, shimmering blade of pure raw code. Not much. Not enough to reach very far. Really it was the most she could manage. But it should be enough.

\tAs the creature lumbered on Scr1pt crouched and growled, narrowing her eyes and waiting for the right moment. She watched as the beast dipped to sniff around again, and the second his head started to pull back up she dashed out. Hand held up over her and wings outstretched.

\tIt was one quick movement. A hard slicing swipe against the back of the beasts neck. Barely more than a flick, but enough to sever the head from the body. The whole motion was so precise that Scr1pt wasn’t even sure she landed the blow until she made footfall on the other side of the body and turned to look, seeing the thing falling over helplessly and groaning as that body twitched like a headless chicken.

\tThe decker sighed in relief and let the blade dissipate over her hand. Grumbling in frustration as her body was allowed to untense again. There was no way in hell to know if that would work. A garble of code like that was a dangerous thing after all. Just so much static and white noise could rip apart ordered systems in a heartbeat. Something she was reminded of as she looked up to see the lilting streak of nothingness that trailed from where her blade had been formed over to where the thing lay.

\tSystems were already working to fill in the gaps and repair the data. But it was pretty clear she’d done far more damaged than she would have wanted.

\tStill it was a victory and Scr1pt knew that whatever else happened she had at least proven that she could take these monsters out. Assuming this was the worst that dragon could throw at her, this might be her last dash to freedom.

\tThe little draco-bat grinned too herself as she dusted off her hands and turned, gasping as she bumped face to face with a large, drooling, growling, slavering mess of milky eyes and motted grey skin.

\tHer eyes were quick enough to catch it as the thing raised its massive arm. Mind scrambling for the code once more even as she lifted her own hand to its neck.

\t“Oh Fu-”

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\tThe world started to fade in once more. Scr1pt winced and shivered softly while the now all-too-familiar lair coalesced to life around her. The same shelves. The same floor. The same chains.

\tShe glanced up as her mind quickly willed her bio-check counter into being. The time she had been in the tube was still obscured. Her new ‘Lady’ had seen to that. But the bio signs hadn’t gone too far downhill so it couldn’t have been that long.

\tShe glanced back at the side of the throne and carved a small tally mark into it with her claw. Seven. This was her seventh attempt. Each time the lock got harder to break, and each time she got further. So far the new locks weren’t that hard to break when she was dragged back. But they did get harder, and each exploit she used would surely be ready for the next attempt.

\tScr1pt slumped and sighed loudly. There were too many ticking clocks to juggle at this point. Too many things clearly working in concert to keep her in check. It didn’t help that the damn hooded squirrel was sitting at the other end of the throne, watching with a painfully creepy intensity.

\t“So, can I help you?” the Draco-bat avi growled loudly as she sat up and settled herself on the hard wooden floor.

\t“Miss said to keep an eye on you. She gave me a very fun job. I like this job” the squirrel churred in a happy sing-song. Her grin nice and broad and infuriatingly optimistic.

\t“That was your job the last few times too. I got out then. Seems like you’re a pretty shitty file there.” Scr1pt grumbled “You do realize when I get out of this I am totally deleting both of you, right? I mean just to be up front here I’m going to scatter your fragmented ashes to the four winds and do a little dance from whatever terminal I’m jacked in to.”

\t“Awww but that’s no fun.” Rati pouted “Then we wouldn’t get to play anymore. Besides you gave me this pretty cloak… hoodie… thing.” She giggled and tugged at the overly-large zipper up the front. Kicking her legs idly and hmming away as she pulled the zipper up and down.

\tScr1pt did everything she could not to scream in frustration while watching the display. “You know you’re lucky I can’t make any weapons right now…” She muttered loudly.

\t“Oh I know” Rati giggled “But until the Miss gets back you can’t do nuffin anyways. Lady Nio said you can’t form anything dangerous in here. She put that block on your code so you can’t try to attack me anymore.”

\tScr1pt sighed and shook her head Seven times she’d tired to break out and each time the damn dragon and her I.C. had dragged her back kicking and screaming. For whatever she had said bad about Drasi tech in the past Scr1pt had to admit the rock-stupid simplicity made it hard to find any decent gaps or flourishes to exploit.

\tIt was becoming clear that she needed focus, and needed a new plan.

\t“So, Rati. Any idea where this ‘lady’ of yours gets herself off to when she isn’t busy sitting there ominously and making vague threats about what fate she has in store for me?” She cast a long, sideways glance at the construct and sighed a bit. Curling one leg to her chest and leaning her chin on it, trying to look cute. Just coming off as exhausted.

\tThat buck-toothed little menace beamed proudly and nodded. “Of course I do silly” Rati giggled “I keep apprised of every pertinent detail so that I can properly rely all that nice helpful data to our users. It’s important they keep in formed. Especially at a time like this.”

\t“At a time like what?” Scr1pt muttered.

\t“I donno. But there is a ton of network activity. Huge data flow in and out of the main Q.E. array. Someone is doing something big.”

\tHer heart skipped a half-beat at that. At least it would if she was in her body properly. If someone was using the array heavily then odds were good one of three things happened. Either they were planning for Butchers assault, they had already won, or they had already lost. If nothing else that meant the readout of her body being fine might in fact be accurate… for the time being at least.

\tStill that gave her some options. If she could get her body unlocked and woken up, a fire fight would provide perfect cover to slip away. Even better if she could find a way to time it for when the compound got breeched. Considering they seemed to be slavers it wouldn’t be hard to escape while Butchers men were occupied by the older and more well developed members of the proverbial herd.

\tHell, even if the crazy wolf lady decided to stay and take them on rather than calling in an evac odds were good that she could slip herself out of the maze when Nio’s attention was drawn by heavier processes. On a fast enough system that could give her virtual hours or even days worth of time to slip free though a buggy and overtaxed security system. Given it was Drassi tech that might only be a few hours. But still it was something.

\t“I just have to plan my next move carefully. Take a mental inventory of the code I have on hand and- Ghost damn it what the hell are you doing?”

\tA loud scream jarred her from her calm. Scr1pt glanced over to see Rati sitting there, legs spread and jaw a bit slack. A screen opened to display some rather graphic and painfully over-stylized flatvid cartoon. A mouse in a fuck-machine laden tube held in the hand of a giant robot in a cloak and everyone yelling loudly in New Norse, and the dirty little rat-toothed bitch getting herself off as she watched.

\tThe draco-bat’s thick paw flailed along the ground until it came to rest on one of the countless thick tomes laying about. She chucked it though the display causing it to warp and distort, startling the little squirrel construct and snapping her attention away from the dissipated image.

\t“Hey, that wasn’t very nice.”

\t“Wasn’t… Bitch. I’m right here. Maybe save the fur-flogging for a time when you don’t have a captive audience.” She grumbled “What the hell do you even need sex for anyways?”

\t“Oh, I don’t know. I found it rather cute.” A booming voice laughed from near the entrance.

\tScr1pt winced and sighed as she looked up. Her hand instinctively went to her gun tool should be, and as happened each time before winced at the disappointing absence.

\t“Lady!” The damn squirrel churred happily as she took a very formal kneeling position. Legs apart, arms behind her back. Perpetually dopey grin colored with cotton candy sweet affection that made the bats teeth hurt.

\tNio smirked and shook her head as she looked at the pair. Her thick, powerful body swaying as she strode towards them. Whatever else could be said this was possibly the most detailed rendering of a dragon the bat had ever seen. Every scale perfectly outlined. Every muscle and movement just as she imagined they might be from the books. It set a standard for beauty that Scr1pt felt she could never match, which frustrated her to no end.

\t“So then it seems that my little half-blood managed to slip her leash again. Doesn’t it Rati?” That thick voice cooed as smoke billowed from her scaly lips. Eyes twinkling like gems as they scanned the huffy little decker. Nio looked the squirrel over a moment, locking eyes on her as that long slender slithery tongue licked and hissed out, tracing a small line affectionately up the lesser programs cheek.

\tRati melted almost cartoonishly. Her dopy grin growing and eyes lidding as she drooped. Barely caught and easily held up by that clawed hand hooking under her chin. She laughed dopily and giggled as her tail stood straight up. Contrasting her wobbly weak body.

\t“Do you have to do that?” Scr1pt muttered

\t“Do what?” Nio chuckled as she moved the claw away. She turned herself to look at her captive more closely. Rati fell slowly only for her chin to land rather comfortably against the thick swinging tail of her Lady. Murring and nuzzling a bit as the swaying tail raised enough to keep her propped up somewhat.

\t“Look, she was clearly slapped together on break. But I can tell that you have some context as to your existence. So can we drop the whole sex pretense? It’s kind of old.”

\t“Pretense? You may have to enlighten me.” Lady Nio laughed “What is it you think I am doing that is so indulgent?”

\tWithout even looking up Scr1pt waved her hand to indicate the staggered girl at the other end of the throne. Nio looked back and smirked a bit as she slowly let Rati down onto the floor.

\t“Well you can’t exactly expect me to be that responsible for her silliness now can you dear? I mean I could always change it. But then I adore my cute little silly pie. I think she’s fine just the way she is.”

\t“Yeah. Because you were programmed to” She muttered “But the sex. Seriously. You realize that my meatspace body isn’t even old enough to have that big ol’ rush of hormones yet right? I mean it’s not like I haven’t tried things in a few games. But come on. Not everything has to be about sex. Your show sure as hell isn’t doing anything for me.” She wrinkled her nose a bit and gripped the chain where it met the throne, slowly pulling herself to standing so that she could look the dragoness in the eye. “At this point the two of you are really just masturbating.”

\tLady Nio gave Scr1pt a look, the two staring each other down. By the time it hit her what she’d just said, Nio was already doing her best not to giggle.

\t“Little one. What I do with my Rati is because I enjoy it… and it is my place to do so. Nothing more, nothing less. Whatever umbrage you take at that fact is certainly not my concern.”

\t“So what, if I wasn’t here then you’d be doing… whatever the raw code version of working her up is… to that thing regardless?” Scr1pt winced

\t“Well I don’t know if I’d say that. I mean you act as if we have reason to operate in simple code. But yes my little Rati would get quite the affection from me dear. Every routine I monitor is mine to do with as I please.”

\t“and you were coded by horndogs. Three to one they all wore some kind of chastity stuff and got worked up doing whatever their boss said, right? Because Woz only knows the Drassi’s are built on that sexual kinky stuff” she said shaking her head and sighing.

\tThe large Dragoness sighed and sat down on the throne as she chuckled a bit. The long, smooth lacquered cigarette holder she so often favored formed between those powerful fingers. In it was a pure white cylinder at the tip. Ancient and traditional. A throwback to a time few could ever really comprehend.

\tNio puffed a small breath of fire over the tip to light it. The holder moving to her lips as she took a long, slow drag. The cherry at the end burning itself to life.

\tTry as she may Scr1pt fond it hard to look away.

\t“Ahh. That’s better.” Lady Nio sighed as she let the smoke curl from her lips. “You certainly seem to be a very self absorbed little thing though, all things considered. Do you really think I concern myself with your benefit, little one? You’re the one who broke in here after all. The one who put in that pesky overlay I till can’t pry free from my tree. The truth is I should be far more cross with you” The dragoness leaned back a bit and lifted one of her large scaly feet. Rati quickly scampering into place and titling her head up. Practically squealing as Nio rested her heel on the squirrels head. Her dirty callused scaly footpaw nesting in between the squirrels nose and forehead.

\tA scent hit Scr1pt even as she watched the almost ritualistic little display. Her nose twitched as the odd mix of things hit her. There was smoke. Thick, powerful. Utterly unpleasant and yet somehow impossible to simply ignore. It wafted and twisted though the air as the dragoness blew it out over her head in happy little puffs. But on top of that was something else. Something stronger. Every little sliver of her simulated senses pushed to the brink by an impossibly thick and musky odor.

\tThe scent only grew stronger as the dragoness spread her legs and reclined into the cushioned wood throne. Her tail swaying lazily as she squirmed herself to the side a bit and chuckled.

\t“You seem to be oddly defensive all things considered, little one. You have a good grasp of how and why we must be the way we are. Yet you seem to insist that our fixation is somehow for your benefit.” She murred softly and watched carefully as the little decker twitched her nose. Watched her twitch and fidget where she sat. Seeming so lost in spite of her protestations.

\t“Yeah? Why shouldn’t I?” she muttered “You’re both just representations of programs. A couple of shells to anthropomorphize data processes so the plebs can interact more easily. I already got your little girlfriend there draped out in my kind of fashion don’t I?” Scr1pt said proudly

\t“Actually I kinda like this look” Rati giggled as she worshipfully kissed the back of the dragons calf.

\t“Indeed. The two of you have oddly similar tastes. Not what I’d choose naturally. But then as you pointed out I am not a monster. Just lines of code.”

\tThe Dragoness shifted a bit more and growled. Her dress moving to reveal the source of that scent.

\tScr1pt blushed as she saw it. Her heart racing a mile a minute. A thick, large, throbbing member. Large and semi-flaccid Easily a foot long and thicker around than a pop bottle. It was thick and musky, wrapped in fine yet oddly lacy panties. Something that barely managed to keep her contained and somehow seemed to swell the apparent power of that member.

\tShe looked away quickly, but the scent made her eyes water all the same. She took long, slow breaths while racking her brain to find some way to counter it.

\t“Is something wrong, little one?” Lady Nio chuckled as she reached out and gripped the bats chin. Turning her to the side and forcing her to look into those big, menacing draconic eyes. “You have gotten quiet all of the sudden.”

\t“It’s nothing” she muttered as she bit her lip. In a split second she now sat on the defensive, shaking and shivering as she breathed in that thick, alluring, odd musk. It wasn’t right. Or rather, it was. Unsettlingly so. Simsenses in cases like this were so often just lifted from real life. Impulses for voice and scent easily mimicked as brain input. Most any game or vid with a Dragon in it would take a lizard, normally one of the actors, and get their scents and features down for the base of such files. Copy the voice patterns, the aesthetics. It worked fine for most people.

\tAnd yet this…

\tThe clawed hand left her chin and grabbed the chain instead. A firm tug snapping Scr1pt out of her daze though not out of the hard blush. She refocused her attention on those eyes. Clear shimmering violet orbs dancing in the rooms candlelight. It was a display of raw power. Overwhelming and otherworldly. Assaulting all of her senses. The scent of that musk mixing with the smoke from her lips. That same smoke curling and dancing before the now hardened womans face. Every strand of hair and fleck of scale so intricate and lovingly detailed. Every shred of this image radiating the power and authority and glory only a Dragon could possess. Something that meatspace could never in a million years dream of seeing.

\tWhat scared her most though, what excited her most. Was just how much it matched, how it surpassed, every dream and dark fantasy to ever cross her mind.

\t“I think something is very wrong, my mouthy little guest.” Nio growled “Very wrong indeed. Or else you wouldn’t be seeking to escape so often. I have been lenient with you so far. But you know that you are not here simply to amuse me, don’t you? You are not some random interloper in a café seeking a little payday and now woefully fallen under the ice. No. Your little body is nice and neatly locked away. Every neuron and synapse being wrung dry to bolster an already antiquated system. Isn’t that right little one?”

\tNio caressed Scr1pts head, and she felt it instantly. Her body. Her weak, simple, plain meatspace body. Hovering there. Floating so very helplessly. The strain of calculations running though her hardware and brain far faster than they should. Odd pinpricks of electricity dancing around inside of her head. Not pain. Not pleasure. It was like someone had simply shoved the connector ends of a cable into her temples and let the raw data flow freely.

\tThat sudden, crushing weight was more than she cold take. Scr1pt collapsed to her knees holding her head. The sensation ranked with the worst dumpshock she could ever imagine yet she knew she was still trapped in this little simulated hell. Each breath she took as the sensation rose swelled and mixed in her mind. The musk, the thick unwashed scent of that powerful woman towering over her assailing her. Curling and twisting its way into her sinuses and senses. Thick and heady. Unpleasant, yet her brain was too skewed from the sensation to do anything but breath it in. Unable to stop the nonvital process as the wave of sensation dragged her along.

\t“You seem to forget that you were put here to be a tool. Perhaps it was wrong of me to shelter you from it. To give you the delusion that you can flee, that you can resist.” The bulge from that dress pushed up against Scr1pts cheek as the woman curled her fingers into the mane of hair. Eyes narrowing “You claim nothing is wrong, little one. As you sit there in your tube. Mind put to a proper use, a proper purpose. Yet you kept fighting me. Keep fighting me.” Those smoky lips curled slowly into a smile “Until now, little one, I have simply allowed you to sit in blissful ignorance of your situation. Sheltered you from what you really  are. But something must be wrong. You wish to resist. So… Resist.”

\tThat head-static shivered and shook though every shred of her. Every thought and feeling suddenly so fragmented. Her first few attempts to push her mind into focus and fight back the stream of data simply knocking her back down. She tried to wall herself off and the crushing weight of information began to hammer on her like some crazed prize fighter. Raining down blow after blow as she sobbed and shuddered.

\tThough the haze she found herself clutching at the hem of Lady Noi’s dress. Her nostrils flaring, her eyes filled with tears as the strange scent filled her sinuses and her head. She could feel it. That thick, warm, worshipful shaft. The heavy balls and soft scales. So unlike anything real. Powerful and terrifying and perfect in ways that could just crush her. Even it’s scent seeming to slice into the haze with each slowing, gasping, gagging breath.

\t“How does it feel, my little fledgling?” Nio growled “To be used. To be a tool. Is it exciting?”

\tScr1pt didn’t know what to feel. Her head swam. Every thought a cluster of disjointed ideas and unwanted feelings. She was breathing now, on her own. Yet really it wasn’t on her own. Though the fog of fragmentation she could feel herself slowly sniffing. Nose twitching as it gasped and gulped in the scent. Not that she minded it. Not that a part of her didn’t enjoy it. It felt so good, so very oddly good to let her body breath in and out. To let her head move a bit closer, nuzzling and nosing the thick, weighty bulge though the dress and panties.

\t“Oh my little one. Are you giving up the fight already? For all you know I could be rewriting your little mind right now? Taking out all those useless motor controls and verbal speech abilities. Plucking out what I don’t need… or instilling something I wish. Shaping you into a good tool, a useful tool. My tool.”

\tScr1pt gritted her teeth at that and winced. She pushed her thoughts back into what focus she could muster and tried to block out the clear outside influence. She could feel herself in two places at once. Feel the cool goo in which her body now floated, feel herself gripping the hem of that dress as her body slumped. The dragon was right. That her, that other self. It was so helpless, so powerless, so vulnerable. If she didn’t do a better job of re-enforcing her mind it would be so easy to slip in. So easy to beak down her will. Rewrite her desires. Twist her wants in any way imaginable until she was nothing more than a willess little component ready to be socketed into a greater, stronger, superior machine.

\tThe Draco-bat blushed hard. She quickly clamped her thighs together and slumped hard as she realized the state her body was in.

\tLady Nio leaned down slowly. The scent of her powerful member replaced with soft perfume and  heady, acrid smoke. That same smoke seemed to twist and curl its way down from her nostrils. Wrapping itself around that face in a slow, commanding embrace. Forcing the searing wisps against her simulated sinuses with a life of its own as the Lady blew thick, heavy gouts of white cloudy smoke over the poor girls face. Scr1pt coughed and sputtered as she desperately tried to hold her breath. Pursing her lips shut and slamming her eyes closed to keep the subtle sting from burning her.

\tScr1pt winced and tried to look away. Her head throbbed as she struggled to keep some control over her body. She could feel the smoke slowly rushing into her and, worse, feel the impulses of her own body to lean up towards it. So much of her virtual self seeming eager to leap up and accept the smoke. Her face soon resting against the top of the skirt as she looked up into the eyes of the Dragoness.

\tIt felt good. Damn her but it felt so horribly good. Nestled up against the woman as she towered over the poor decker. Body shaking as she struggled to hold some kind of control over herself. Even as she fought back the little bat girl could feel waves of bliss as her hand slowly groped and traced between her legs. As a powerful draconic hand moved back to cup her head into place. Any time she slipped, any time her attempts to control her own body failed her the decker found herself awash in this bizarre, floaty bliss. Reveling in how weak the woman made her feel. Tingling at how… inferior… she could feel as she was pushed up ageist the dragons powerful package. Even with her relative lack of familiarity with it, there was no way that she could deny it in that moment. Scr1pt was aroused. She was infatuated.

\tShe stopped her hand short of reaching down between her legs. It had been a close catch. The roiling tempest of need that swam in her hazy head made any sort of focus so hard. She quickly pulled her hand slowly back to her side even as her pretty little face nosed and nestled against that package. Even as she felt her mouth slowly opening itself up to a new gout of the dragons thick, twisting, curling smoke. She didn’t want it of course. She didn’t want any of this. The precious body she had lovingly crafted for herself was quickly betraying her.

\tScr1pt coughed and sputtered as her body slowly took the smoke in. Breathing it in with near reverence as her mind slowly started to fragment again. A split second later she was panting softly as her body scooted itself up close. Her legs pushing forward and her hips making her nudge that painfully needy sex against the firm and painfully perfect shin of the Dragoness. It was getting worse. She was losing control. Her own precious, perfect body deteriorating into nothing more than a simple rag doll. A puppet for the will of this simple program.

\tTo her own surprise, Scr1pt moaned as that horrible thought tickled along her brain.

\t“There now. That isn’t so bad, is it little pretty?” the Dragon growled “Here I thought you were going to make such a fuss. This is all you really need though isn’t it? Something stronger. Something better. Something to worship”

\tEach of those words spurred her hips on. She was a puppet. A tool. A toy. Some disposable thing socketed into a far larger machine to boost its processing power ever so slightly… until finally she would no longer be able to function. Perhaps even discarded. Just a usable, disposable, helpless little toy.

\tIt was a horrifying idea. The stuff of nightmares. It was the last thing any Decker, especially one like Scr1pt, would ever want. Somehow knowing that fact though just made it that much hotter.

\tEven as her confusion threatened to overwhelm her Scr1pt was still aware of her body. It wriggled and slid against that leg all on its own. Heart fluttering and eyes lighting up as she gazed at the lacy tip of that shaft under the skirt. She was grinding down on the dragons powerful, beautifully scaly foot now. Hips gyrating awkwardly as a flood of degrading thoughts slipped in and out of her head seemingly of their own accord.

\tShe sobbed quietly and pushed herself up against that leg, eyes rolling back and chest heaving from the wonderful strain of it all. Fighting to keep herself, and at the same time finding herself flooded with unfamiliar arousal as she constantly lost ground. Laughing and sobbing and moaning while she watched the dragon mockingly laugh at her.

\tScr1pt winced and bit her lip. She watched as the Lady, as that damn woman bent down and smirked. The tip of that cigarette holder pushed slowly to the lips of the little Draco-bat. It was the smoke making her think this way. It had to be. Probably some kind of code to mess with her mind. Something that would overwhelm her desires. The thing that made it feel so oddly good to just imagine being conquered. Being forced. She struggled hard to shut her lips.

\tEven as she did the poor decker could feel her lungs burning . The smoke had been so strong. Something about the burn lingering in her. Some helpless little note of something that made her curious. Made her almost compelled. The memory of that burn growing and swelling in her lungs and her throat as it mingled with her sniffs of the mighty draconic shaft now looming over her. Telling her simulated body that it wanted more. Telling her how good it will feel when she is conquered. Not submits. One horrible thought creeping in to her mind even as she felt her lips start to purse again.

\tHer lips made contact with the lacquered tip and she inhaled the some. Once again her will feeling crushed. Oh so wonderfully conquered. Scr1pt had barely noticed her mounting arousal in her own fight but now she almost melted under the weight of it as she started to feel the growing tremble of an orgasm rip into her. Though her constructed body and almost all the way to her meatspace self.

\tShe let the smoke waft and twist deep into her lungs. Not that she had a choice. Even as her throat slowly gave ground and accepted the inevitable she could feel it working its way like a drill down into her. Spreading her lungs, pushing at her sinuses. Burning and searing with a wonderful, horrible pain that made her eyes water. Indeed the only part of her that didn’t feel the creeping digital pollution totally take over seemed to be her sensitive little nose. Those nostrils instead mixing the smoke with heady whiffs of the Lady’s thick, powerful member. Seeming to sear both into her memory with strange longing sensations the girl really didn’t fully understand.

\t“That’s it. Just relax now, little one. No more silly fighting today.” The dragon growled. Try as she might. Flail and struggle as she may. All the poor decker could do was watch in confused horror as the world seemed to get fuzzy. Her body slowly overtaken by intrusive code and overwhelming sensation.

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\tThere was no way to tell how long it had been. Scr1pt woke up sore and dazed. Her body aching and muscles throbbing. She felt aches and uncomfortable twinges of arousal all over her exhausted body along with a sticky, dried, uncomfortable sensation on her thigh fur.

\tWoz only knew for sure what it was, but without any real signs of real discoloration to the fur, she had a guess.

\tHer jaw hurt. There was something in her mouth. Something musty and familiar. Each breath filling her with a blissful little jolt as the air wafted around the thick lacy things crammed in her maw. It took a moment to realize what it was, and when she did, she could only blush and whimper to herself in shame.

\tOnce again Scr1pt was laying against the throne. She glanced up for a moment to see the powerful goddess of a Dragon sitting there proudly. Lady Nio wasn’t looking at the little bat girl. She didn’t have to. The truth of the situation was clear for all to see. Letting her eyes move down Scr1pt looked at Rati. The little Squirrel having her face buried under the massive, now exposed balls of the dragoness. That thick shaft, like nothing in nature, a slightly spined cylinder ending in an oddly flared cone, dangled and dribbled on the squirrel girl as she dutifully licked and kissed.

\tIt was impossible to see but rather obvious that she was worshiping the dragons tail hole. Drowning in that musky scent from the thick heavy orbs while doing something so utterly disgusting and degrading.

\tThe fact that she felt jealous just made Scr1pt feel even worse about it all.

\tThe decker leaned back and sighed as she once again tugged on the chain holding her in place. Weak arms trembling hard as they struggled to even lift her own weight. She collapsed once more and lay there. Slowly becoming aware of things. Aware that she was fidgeting with still unspent lust. Even more aware she was all but nursing those nasty panties shoved so deep into her muzzle. Her blush only grew as she reluctantly permitted herself to continue allowing the foul musky filth to dissolve onto her tongue and into her maw.

\tIt was impossible to put how she felt to words. The lust and terror and shame. That nagging little feeling that somehow she might, just might, desire this.

\tScr1pt knew she had to get out.

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