[b][u][center]Employment with Enchantment Part 4 For Engy and yana_ambrosia By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Sniff. Lick. Sniff again. Brute was deep in the pleasure of the master’s musk. There was no more name to the master in his – yes, his – mind, nothing but raw, potent smell of male dragon musk. His snout ground against the plush balls over his face, nuzzling into them, finding the valley between them and following it back, back, back. The yellow dragon all but sat on his face as something else hammered at him from between his legs. He didn’t know what was going on, but it felt good. Feeling. Not thinking. Feeling was right. Feeling was better. Feeling was [i]good.[/i] He moaned as he breathed in that scent, each puff of it sending an electric shock of pleasure through his body and adding to the already-present desperation that was only climbing higher and higher the more he did it. The constant throb of his cock against his belly, the plunging warmth that speared in and out of him at a consistent rate, the way that his entire body felt on-edge and refused to stop pulsing and twitching and spasming from head to toe: he’d never felt anything like this, and he almost didn’t want it to end. Almost. The throbbing, the pulsing, the pre-cum spitting across his belly every time that he took a new breath made him whimper. The horny heat that spread down his throat and into his lungs before spreading elsewhere was doing…doing something more to him, something that made his head spin and his body ache. His scales stretched, his eyes rolling back as he breathed in again – Zttt. Again. Zzzt. Again. ZZZZTt! Like an electrical shock, it pulsed through him. His arms and his legs alike felt off, no longer able to bend or twitch the way that they used to. His hands and feet, too, felt like something had happened to them. His fingers weren’t as dexterous as they had been, and his toes… Were his toes longer? Thicker? He didn’t know, and once the pulsing subsided, he didn’t care. His head was further back than it had been, though, and his hips felt wider, his balls heavier. He had to be bent further back for the humping to continue – “Mmm, I think…I think that’s about good.” And then, the master stepped off of his face. Brute groaned, complaining wordlessly as that heavy musk disappeared, only for the stain to remain on his face like an oil slick on water. The smell wasn’t as strong, but it was still heady enough for him to feel good. Almost high, actually, and the constant humping from between his legs actually hit him a little harder now that he was no longer under-sac. There it was. The gray dragon was using him, gripping his legs – no, his hind legs, he realized; his body had warped enough to have them now – and pushing them up, up, up so that they were out of the way. His tail lay across the floor, pushed back against the dragon’s longer tail, and he stared down at the stranger as he humped away, fat cock punching past his own bouncing cheeks again, and again, and again. Each time, it bounced against his prostate and reminded him how good it felt to offer his rump for humps, and he growled in pure pleasure. The master patted his head, and he tilted it back, accepting the pets as the thrusts continued. The master chuckled, shaking his head as he looked back at the gray dragon. “Pull out for a minute.” “Nnngh…” “Just to get him shifted around.” Him. The word felt weird, but there was no way for Brute to really say anything about it. Someone else, something more distant, almost did, but that was a voice that was silenced almost instantly with another breath. Roll. He was rolled to the side, getting on all fours. Lifting his tail up as soon as his front and back legs were under him, he felt the other dragon growling, groping, pulling his heavy haunches and rump cheeks further apart to expose him once more. He pushed back – “Not yet.” The master’s voice was gentle, but impatient. Brute and the gray dragon followed, grinding back against each other any chance that they could get, as the master pulled them toward something at the far side of the room. Room. Ship. Barge? There was a brief moment of confusion and forgetfulness before the Brute was fully in control again, and this time, there was something more to keep it there. The master led them to a machine, one that was bolted down to the floor and had a long, thick tube that stuck out of it. Brute stared at it, dumb-horny brain knowing that it was useful for his cock somehow, but not quite sure how. It looked at the tube, then back at the master. “That’s a milking machine,” the master said, the dragon’s voice teasingly condescending. “And I need some dragon milk.” “…ooooooooh.” Or at least, that was what Brute tried to say. He was so far gone, so deep in his feral body, that he wasn’t sure that it came out as words at all. All he knew was that it was a milking tube, and that meant that his cock went in and – A push from the gray dragon nudged him forward, and his fat, flat-headed cock slipped past the opening with nary a murmur. He groaned as the yellow dragon tapped something on the back of the machine and turned it on, the inside flooding with lube before suction started pulling it away. The rushing air was momentarily so cold, chilling him for a split-second before the tube went air-tight. Then it started buzzing. “Nnngh…mmmph…mmmph…” Pulse, quiver, pulse, quiver. No motion, not yet, but the humming vibrations of the soaked glass and plastic all around his cock had him panting, his tongue hanging out and his eyes rolled back in their sockets from the pure pleasure that it offered him. His tail hung over his back, and that thick, heavy cock from before was already rubbing between his ass-cheeks. He lolled his tongue out of his mouth, his claws scraping against the floor as the machine kicked into high gear – “Mmmph…mmmph!” The humming machine tightened around his cock, keeping him from pulling back, straps wrapping around his waist to keep him from pulling his middle away from it. The inside puffed up, inflating like an arm cuff in a drug store, and the vibrations grew ever more intimate. There was no shifting his position, no getting away. There was only the perpetual pleasure of the machine and the way that it was digging in just under the horse-like flare of his shaft and the medial ring at the middle. Brute couldn’t even hear what they were saying. All he could hear was the hum of the machine. All he could feel was the constant pulling, teasing, buzzing around his cock and the pounding feeling of that scaly dick sliding into him. His hole was so well-stretched now that it felt like a gaping mess, a fuck-hole for other dragons and males that needed relief. [i]For dragons. For kobolds.[/i] Kobolds. The very idea that a dragon rump should be put to use for something so much lower than them humiliated Brute to no small extent, but that only had his cock throbbing that much harder. Throbbing, pulsing, spitting pre-cum – “NNNGH!” Then the gray dragon managed to hilt with him, and the first deep thrust pushed him over the edge. Brute came, and came hard, his balls pulling up and leaving the ground for a moment as the white load shot deep into the machine beneath him. So hot and thick, it gummed the machine up for at least a moment, backing up and soaking his cock in it. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. The constant pleasure grew higher and higher, leaving him moaning more and more as the rest of the humming sensations kept him going. His orgasm ripped through him, his enhanced sac pulled up, his nipples tight against his chest as he came…and came…and came…and – BZZT! The sudden explosion startled them all. Brute jerked back, snapping the restraints around his middle, and the gray dragon did the same, dragging himself back and out. The popping sound of his cock coming free was barely acknowledged as the two of them and the master stared at the broken machine. It went quiet a few moments later, though it was still throwing sparks through the air. The master blinked twice, then slowly shook his head before turning to Brute. “Well, it looks like you’ve got the production to blow the cheaper milking machines, heh,” he said. “Looks like I’ll have to get the good stuff for you.” “Nnngh…need…more, master,” the gray dragon said. “Go ahead. I need to come up with a better way to get all that cum out before I wreck any of the other, more expensive machines.” # [i]Unable to get up again, Brute was tied to a post, his forelegs up and his back legs spread. There were dozens of kobolds running around, all of them far smaller than him and most of them had as a rock. Hard as a fucking rock, as it turned out, as most of them spent quite a bit of time fucking him. In. Out. In. Out. His eyes were half-closed, his mouth hung open, and his tongue lolled to the side as he was used and milked by hand. His cock was never not being touched. If a kobold got bored licking him and throating his cock, two more took over rubbing his shaft. At least three were tending to his balls non-stop, and others were working his ass, either fucking it, tonguing it and rimming it, or keeping it spread so that they could work fingers or even their whole hands up there. There was nothing in his head as he was used. Nothing but pleasure. Nothing but need. Nothing but pure, utter want. Save for that little nattering voice. Something, something in there, something that said that they needed to be doing something – But Brute ignored that. Brute ignored it with ease as the scale on his throat shimmered and shined, keeping him from thinking and rewarding him with more pleasure. His hips hunched as he felt his orgasm coming, knowing that it wasn’t far off at all. His sac was already lifting up, his balls churning like mad, and he could feel the need, the growth, the powerful pleasure that always came with it. Something big meant something good. Something good meant something pleasurable. Something pleasurable meant more growth. More. More. More. The constant feedback loop was driving Brute all but insane as he lifted his hips, feeling the magic inside already starting to make him swell further. His tail pushed out, his head swelling up on an enlarging neck, and his cock – already over two feet long – swelled another few inches further from his sheath as the pleasure hit its peak. The change fueled the pleasure, or the pleasure fueled the change. Either way, the result was the same: he got bigger, and his cock spat more cum. “CLEAR!” The kobolds dodged to the sides, holding his cock steady and pointing at one of the collection bins. They stroked him, keeping it from becoming a ruined orgasm, but it was a close thing. The intense pleasure of getting sucked and stroked and fucked all at the same time was so good, but there was no way for them to match it just by holding him steady. Pulse. Pulse. Pulse. He whimpered and whined, trying to hump and thrust, trying to get that intense high back, but the pleasure and the growth had already faded. He needed more. He looked down, growling, thrusting his hips around until one of the kobolds got just a little bit too close. That was all he needed. CRACK! The bar holding his forepaws up and out of the way snapped and he pulled the kobold close. Jamming it under him, shoving it near his cock, so close to thrusting down his throat or under his tail or something – Spritz. Then there was a spray, and he fell over, his lips turning upward in a drugged smile as he fell into dreamland…[/i] # [i]On the main deck, his head pulled down on a leash as a cruise ship slowly drew up beside the barge. The master held the leash and the ship itself was filled with other people staring down at Brute. There was a faint, ever so faint hint of shame that filled the dragon, but it was gone as the master spoke. “Before you come onboard, I’ll have to have you checked for anything,” he said, pulling on Brute’s leash and making him take a step forward. “Just make sure that you let my sniffer dragon do what he wants.” “He’s…huge,” one vixen on the boat shouted. “Yes, that’s the idea. Now, come on.” Brute was dragged forward, his cock oozing pre-cum along the barge’s deck. It did that perpetually now. There was no stopping the constant leakage, not when he had balls that were bigger than Adaris had been when the gray dragon had been around as a kobold. Brute didn’t know where Adaris had gone since, but it had been just him and Engy since, with the kobold occasionally coming around again. When had that – The first customer crossed the gangplank, and the master dragged him forward. He was soon flush against the anthro’s crotch, his nose held there with a hand on the back of his head. The Doberman customer blushed as Brute had his nose ground right into the rich, musky crotch of the other male’s leather pants, ground left and right as he was made to breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out. The intense scents were stronger still. Every transformation fed the others that had been forced and encouraged upon him, leaving him all but lightheaded as he breathed in the intense male smell from the dog. “Anything?” master asked. “Nnngh…” “Brute says your crotch is clean, at least,” Engy said, chuckling. “Now, the rest of him.” Up, down, up, down. Brute slowly got the picture as he breathed in the other person’s scent. All the way down to his paws, nose digging between the fluffy digits, before going back up along the pants, into the pockets, along the back. He was a dragon, but he knew his place: a sniffer dog, finding threats, finding things that – “Oh, what’s that?” Brute whimpered, hips twitching and thrusting forward and back as he smelled something along the back. Before the Doberman could say anything, Engy pulled at the back of the other male’s pants. There was no hesitation at the naughty, teasing way that he did it, and the butt-plug that was revealed caught the eyes of everyone. “Uh, I – I can explain,” the Doberman said. “Hmmm, enchanted plug, filled to the brim with Lightning magic,” the yellow dragon said, chuckling. “Did you think I wouldn’t want to see that?” “…” “I think you should get back on the other boat.” “Y-yes, sir.” The Doberman turned around as Master rewarded her with little head pats and scratches. Brute tilted his head to receive them, enjoying each and every touch as he waited for the next customer to come down the gangplank. He liked this little game.[/i] # Testing the machines. Put through the milking wringer with more kobolds. Mind fuckery. Traded in for the pleasure of the people on shore in exchange for some supplies. The master put Brute through one task after another, and each one seemed to go on for hours, if not days. He didn’t know what was up and what was down anymore; all he knew was that it felt good to obey, and he would always obey. He had just been pushed through another breeding session with the kobolds, going so far as to stud two of the females for potential eggs, and was being allowed to rest. He laid on the ground, panting, his breath coming in short gasps as the master stood over him. Once more, he was petted and patted for being good, and his perpetually-oozing cock squirted twice over the deck despite being pushed to orgasm three times already in the last twenty minutes. “Well, master, it looks like you’ve put this one through its paces.” Adaris? There was a slight stir in the back of Brute’s mind as the voice filled the air. He turned, feeling something that had been so quiet for so long in the back of his head looking out through his eyes. It annoyed him; he wanted to go back to having happy thoughts, to being completely in charge and being a debauched, happy dragon, but that thing just didn’t quite let go. But, as all it wanted to do was look, that was fine. For now. Adaris walked across the main deck of the ship, glanced down at him, and then turned back to the yellow dragon. Brute didn’t say anything; he just nuzzled his head into the kobold’s crotch, taking long, deep breaths. It wasn’t the same as being shoved up against the master’s balls, of course. There was something missing, no matter how powerful the kobold was. It just wasn’t the same as being under a dragon. Yet, there was a slight tingle of humiliation being there, anyway, and there was something nice being there in general. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. The little tingles of shock and pleasure weren’t as strong as they had been when he’d first arrived…how long ago now? Time didn’t mean much on the barge. There were no clocks, no light, no sun, no stars. There was only the faint light of the city in the distance and the humming, flickering lights of the machines around them. There was no way of telling just how long he had been here or what he had been made to do. It was…disorienting. “Well, he’s been fun,” Engy said, patting Brute’s head again. “And he’s been very good for the milking. I think we’re about topped up on essence at the moment.” “Topped up?” “Yeah. Who would have thought this one would be that good, huh?” “And it’s not…compromised?” Adaris asked, an eyebrow raised. “Oh, nothing of the sort.” “You’re sure? Usually any sort of magical augmentation –” “I [i]am[/i] the master enchanter here, heh. I know what I’m doing, and I know that these balls have been pumping out premium product,” the yellow dragon said, his tail stroking Brute’s sac just enough to draw a soft purr from the large, feral dragon. “I don’t know. Maybe his balls just naturally have that sort of power to them, or maybe he’s so used to Body-magic that he can’t help but keep it natural, but it works.” “…So long as it works in the factory,” Adaris said. “We [i]were[/i] getting pretty low.” “I told you. Things work out.” “Not usually this well, sir.” “Well, this time they did. And you had your fun with him too, don’t forget.” “Yes, yes, yes. I know. Don’t remind me. I…always get embarrassed when I get to do that.” “That’s because you don’t have enough fun. You work too hard.” “Someone has to.” “Yeah. Drac. Not you.” Brute yawned. The talk above wasn’t that interesting, and he wanted to have more fun. He slowly pulled his head up and dragged them from the kobold’s balls to the space just above where his cock normally would be. The rune-marked latex kept it from popping out, but he could still smell that familiar cock just beneath the cloth. He looked up, his eyes going wide, and he knew what it looked like: a dog begging for a treat. “…Is there time to give him what he wants?” Adaris asked. “Yeah, I’d say that there’s time before you head back. Sun’s not coming up for at least three hours.” “Do you mind?” “Go ahead. I’ve got a lot of projects to get started.” “Then –” The gray-scaled kobold dragged his finger around his crotch. Once he had completed the circle around his groin, the latex disappeared. A pair of balls each the size of a large watermelon and a cock nearly a foot and a half long dropped into view. They were quite large, though not quite so huge as what Brute had between his own hind legs at that point. But more importantly, there was that scent. That lovely, thick scent that made his brain go spark-spark-happy-happy. “Go on. Taste.” Brute was happy to follow that order. Sticking his tongue out, he dragged it along the exposed shaft, taking his time to go from the little divot between the balls up to the spot where they joined the shaft. He lingered there, breathing in the heady scent – spark-tingles dancing down his spine with every breath and his tail lashing behind him with centimeters of growth dancing down it – before dragging his head further up. His forked tongue stroked along the underside all the way to the head before he finally parted his lips and sucked it into his snout. “Good boy…” A hand on his head soothed him down, and he took the whole thing into his elongated neck. All of it, every last inch, rested in his snout and throat, and he sucked and swallowed as he lost himself in the pleasure of service. # “Wake up.” Yana – The dragoness blinked. Yana. Yana. Yana. Her real name, rather than Brute, finally popped into her head. She sat up – “Nngh.” “Easy now. You’re probably sore as hell from all that time on all fours. Not that you seemed to mind, hmm?” Adaris again. She groaned, rubbing the small of her back as she sat up a little more slowly. As she looked around, she saw nothing of the lab that she vaguely remembered seeing through Brute’s eyes. No, she was back at the factory, and – and she was sitting in a pool of cum that ran down the backs of her legs, under her tail, and everywhere that she could imagine. And as she sat there, looking up at the gray-scaled kobold – he loomed over her, now – she felt the memories of the past…oh, she didn’t even know how long come crashing down. She remembered the milking machines, having her cock tested on no less than a dozen different models before Engy had finally decided to go with hand-milking. The various kobolds that had come forward and helped encourage her, pushing her to cum again and again as her balls adjusted, growing larger to meet the demand of the constant harvest, had been eager as could be. They had given her no mercy. She remembered the indignity of being a feral, of being on all fours and never allowed up. The kobolds had walked her up and down the ship, and she remembered being taken to the side to push her hips and haunches of the edge for…reasons…before she was allowed to come back in. And she had to suck them and let them fuck her anytime she wanted. And she remembered the way that Brute had loved all of that, and how Brute had grown that little bit bigger with each spark of humiliation and pleasure and teasing. Her Body-magic had been completely out of control with Brute in charge of the body, and the way that she had been forced to watch through foggy pleasure, consumed by need and want in a body that was no longer her own, had been both horrifying and intensely arousing. She couldn’t even begin to describe how it felt. Adaris leaned down, the kobold looking her in the eye as he pulled his hand out from behind his back. Powerful enchantment magic shimmered off it, and she stared as she realized he was offering her a collar. “What –” “The master was [i]quite[/i] content with what you had to offer him with all your…contributions in the lab,” the kobold said, chuckling. “Enough so that he built this while you were busy. He felt that you had already paid off the work needed for it.” “…But…a collar?” “Far better suited for keeping control of a willful creature than a headband, I would say.” She took it carefully, looking over it. She had already been transformed back, and she didn’t know if she had her own magic or theirs to thank for it. That said, she couldn’t fault the collar. The outside had a thin layer of metal coating something smoother and softer, possibly latex, possibly something harder, but the metal itself was reinforced with little struts along the inside band, and she could feel that it was made precisely to her measurements. There would be none of that slip and slide that she’d get from a leather collar. This one would fit precisely to her neck, pinned in place with its size, and she’d never entirely get used to it. However, it wasn’t until she looked at the inside band that she realized just how far things had gone. “To the best Brute?” she whispered, reading it out. “Are you…did you…” “Master believed that you’d like a little reminder.” “Oh god.” “Oh, and one more thing.” “What else?” Yana muttered, her face burning up. “Master wanted you to know that we know about the Candlemakers.” The dragoness’s blood ran cold. For a split-second, a part of her debated using her power to grow, to use her Body-magic to become something immense and strong enough to break out of the factory right then and there. Part of her debated using some of her Perception-magic in hopes of getting some of the kobolds on her side to provide a distraction or even fight Adaris so that she could get free before he tried to get payback. But he didn’t. And she didn’t. Instead, he chuckled, turning his back to her. “We know. And quite honestly, the master doesn’t care. Tell me, do you even remember much?” “I remember everything you did to me.” “But do you remember anything besides your pleasure?” Yana opened her mouth, only to close it again as she realized that there were massive holes in her memory. Brute remembered every kinky thing that they had gone through with perfect detail, but the trip to the barge, how far out into the mists the barge was, what kind of kobolds were kept there, the specifics of Engy’s equipment: all of those things had disappeared completely. She stared down at the collar again as Adaris turned back to her. The kobold chuckled as his tail danced from side to side. “You see, we know that the Candlemakers are interested in anyone of power and wealth. Just like we know that they would love to have access to some of what the master can do. He doesn’t really feel threatened by them, but at the same time, why give them an in when you don’t have to?” Adaris flicked his hand out, and there, perched on his fingertips, was the enchanted scale that had shut her mind down. It had held her back, kept Brute at the fore, and was still shimmering with power to spare. A shiver ran down her spine; if anyone in the Candlemakers found out how to do something like that, installing identities with something so small, they would be a truly terrifying spy force. “We’ll be keeping this. Of course, if you want to come back and try again – perhaps with a little more, ahem, back-up – you’re free to try. Master [i]loves[/i] having good little milking cows for his materials.” “Mmmph…” “But we’re not completely heartless. Here.” He flicked his tail, and something else slid off one of the conveyor belts. She caught it without thinking, and blinked at the sight of the front cover. It was Brute, completely feral, eyes wide with bliss as he sucked cock and got his ass fucked, as his body was decorated with gold rings and ridden and teased with kobolds. “We recorded the whole time that you were on the boat. Censored, vaguely, when it comes to the machinery, but enough for you to see just how far gone you were. I think you’ll enjoy watching it, if I have your measure correctly.” “…” “Say thank you, Yana.” “Thank you, Mr. Adaris.” “Good girl.” He chuckled. “You can go. Come by again if you need anything else enchanted…or if you need to make money. I’m sure that you’ll need to do [i]something[/i] for rent, eventually.” The annoying thing was, he was probably right. Yana blushed, gathering up her uniform and jamming herself into it before running out. Just how long had she been out? She needed to figure that out quickly… And find some clothes that fit her, now that she was back to normal. Damn stretchy latex was nearly too big for her to stay in anymore… [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Yana goes through some serious shit as Brute, and becomes quite the used toy. Tags: TransF/solo, TransF/male, Milking Machine, Cum, Orgasm, Handjob, Anal, Feral, Feralification, Transformation, Humiliation, Sniffing, Musk, Series, Forced Orgasm, Dragon, Kobold,