Conditioning the Dragon
By Limewah
Patron Reward for Sanmer - March 2023
Featuring American Dragon Jake Long
18+

Whatever the projectiles were, they were too fast for Jake to see. Not too fast for him to dodge, though. His instincts allowed him to duck, roll, float and weave out of the way of each whistling thing before they crashed into the walls or the floor of the abandoned restaurant kitchen with a wet splat and slap. He didn’t have any time to quip, as much as he wanted to. Besides, there was no one to hear it. This didn’t seem like a planned ambush - he’d just found himself surrounded by whatever these things were, and they were all diving towards him with the drive of kamikazes.

They were all aiming for his head, too, so he took to using his tail and wings to block them from him like he was sheltering from an intense rainstorm. They splattered against him, and he could feel wet, thick, leech-like things wriggle on the surface of his wings, trying to squirm past and continue their journey.
“Hungry, huh?” he flung them away, letting them splatter into green goo against the wall. “Sorry, kitchen’s closed!”

Eh, that wasn’t his best quip - 

THWAP.

Jake’s head shuddered as something impacted with the side of his face. There was a strange sensation in his left ear. A suckling sensation, and he could suddenly hear the loud rush of blood through his body in his inner ear. He tried to reach up to grasp at the wriggling thing, but his fingers twitched and curled as sudden thunderclaps of pleasure rooted him to the spot.
The suckling sensation pushed in, wet and slimy and strangely satisfying. He stopped in his tracks, instantly paralysed as it slithered straight inside with no resistance.
The slimy thing stretched and coiled around his mind, and he suddenly felt very placid, and relaxed. He knelt down slowly, feeling very sleepy all of a sudden, and he felt as though he should wait for something to happen.
Eventually, something clasped around his wrists and his wings, and he was pulled back to his feet. 
Something felt wrong… but he couldn’t place his claw on what that was. 
Besides, lots of things felt right.
Eventually, he forgot that something had entered his head at all.

**

Those parasites were very expensive. They should have been used after the subject’s capture, not before. The operatives responsible for that decision have had the cost of the lost inventory deducted from their pay. They’re going to be in debt to me for a good long while.

We may be able to salvage and repurpose the leftover symbiotes into sustenance while the subject is in captivity.

In any case, I have him now, which is the most important thing.
The parasite will have wiped his memories of the encounter and he will remain completely unaware until full bondage is complete.

**

Jake looked down at the open barrel. The green fluid inside was bubbling as though it were boiling, giving off an acrid scent that burned the dragon’s nostrils. 
He looked around the room, not sure if there were hidden cameras or one way mirrors. He gestured to the drum.
“You expect me to eat this?” he said. “I mean, it’s probably better than my old school’s cafeteria food…”
No response, of course.
Jake looked at the drum again, and FOOD stamped on the side in big, stark letters.
Was he really going to break his fast in captivity for this?

Of course he was. He was hungry. He did need to eat.
He reached into the top of the barrel and scooped out a palmful. It wasn’t as hot as it looked, and had a quality like liquid latex, shiny and adhesive. He sniffed at it. It smelled like chemicals. He brought it to his lips and lapped it up. 
It had a very similar texture to… something. He couldn’t remember what, but he remembered it being in his ear rather than his mouth. Odd sensation, thick like concrete…
And It tasted like -

It tasted nice.
He lapped his hand as clean as he could, but a film of shiny latex still remained on his body. He spread his fingers out to look closer, seeing his reflection in their sheen.
He looked at the drum of slurry.
…What if he dunked his head inside it? What would it taste like? What would it feel like?

…He had a better idea.

Jake lifted the massive drum up higher over his head, letting the green slurry pour down his throat and splatter over his neck and chest.
It was thick and viscous, with a strange tang and effervescence that tickled him all the way down. The fizz was spreading, too, like it was seeping out through his throat and stomach and spreading into his bones and muscles. 
The more he drank, the better he felt. The more he throbbed with pleasure. The more he felt 
The dragon couldn’t stop himself. He didn’t want to. He was hungry. Any time he tried to have a free thought or resist the stream of consciousness that was trickling through his mind, it would tug him back on course. Trying to resist was like trying to escape a riptide with a broken arm; painful and frustrating and ultimately futile. Giving into his instincts was far more comfortable. In fact, every time he gave up resisting and gave in to his instincts he throbbed again, like he was being rewarded for obeying himself.

The elation grew and grew with each drink Jake took, fed by the toxic power, and he took even longer gulps. He held his breath - the less he breathed, the more he’d be able to Partake as he was commanded. To feel that fizz inside and out. To feel his body melting with pleasure. 

What if he poured it all over himself…?

Jake closed his mouth and lowered his head, letting the slime pour and drizzle, that same fizz covering his body. The empty drum was cast aside with a hollow clatter, and was forgotten instantly.
In a sense, Jake was blind. His eyes were accepting information, but his brain - or the guest, more accurately - was discarding it.
His body felt strange, too. It felt bubbly like the surface of that slime did. Bits of him were expanding, and popping,and dribbling. 
His chin was dripping. His fingers were dripping. It was almost as though parts of him were dripping off…
His knees squished against the floor. His body dripped, melted, and coagulated again, his whole body shimmering as the latex took him over, inside and out.
His tongue unrolled from his mouth, and he let out a long, low, exquisite moan.

**

Bonding to the parasite has gone as well as expected. Subject is very compliant. Subject will continue to be monitored for a time. Promising results, as usual, and I fully expect for them to continue. 
He looks excellent with that new shiny coat, as well.

**

“You know, people have tried this on me before,” Jake said. He knew he wasn’t going to get a response, but he knew they were listening. “But it doesn’t really work that way. You can’t just suck out magic like it’s a milkshake or something…”
The milking machine was pumping away at Jake’s crotch, lashed tightly to it with a harness. The liquid latex of his body was sort of hugging around it too, like it was about to be absorbed into him. Whatever that goo was, it had changed him quite completely. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if he could turn back into a human again.
Not that he particularly wanted to.
 His shiny latex-dick was throbbing and glistening inside the suction tube, the veins bulging and well defined - his next orgasm was close.
Jake’s wrists and wings were bound behind him, keeping him from trying to pull the milker free. Basically a formality at this point; Jake had no intention of stopping it. It was a pointless exercise, and honestly… he was having a good time.
“Nnhg-!” he grunted and gasped as another orgasm hit, seed pulsing out from his angry red cock before it was spirited away through the suction tubes. 
“Hhahh… you think this is the first time someone’s tried to use me as a sperm donor? You’re not getting my essence th-this way, or any other way… unless you’re doing it to g-guh.. Get your jollies?”
The milking machine’s grunt and whirr got louder still, and Jake doubled over as he was kept painfully, helplessly erect. The chains and leather bonds tinkled and creaked against him as he lunged forward. 
“B-because you won’t get… m-much more than that…”

**

He thinks I’m trying to steal his essence.
Please. I’m a fox of science. 
His semen isn’t serving any purpose at this time anyway. It’s not the focus of the procedure, so I’m having it frozen. Just in case. Maybe we’ll be able to synthesise and incubate some new parasites from his seed; that would certainly cut down on costs. 
That’s for later testing. The important thing for now is ensuring the parasite - and the conditioning - is solid.
Sexual pleasure is one of the surest ways to ensure the subject’s further compliance, so we are focusing on that to ensure bondage of the parasite and the latex fully takes.
Also… I like watching him cum. It’s fun watching him squirm.
I’m glad he’s so easy to catch. And maybe this time he’ll stay under my control for a good bit longer.

**

Jake’s stay barely felt like torture - isolation aside. All Jake had done for the last little while was eat his green-goo and get his cock sucked. He was getting a little antsy, of course, but who wouldn’t?
There was a hiss, and a click, and a crack, and the first hints of outside light appeared through a sudden crease in the wall. As it slid open, the soft electric putter of a hovering platform filled the room as a bundle of short white fur with long blonde hair and a loose labcoat floated in on top of it.

“Dr. Lemarre!” Jake leapt to his feet.
“Oh, great, you recognize me!” The little fox smiled, fingers steepled, his elbows resting on the handrail of his hover-platform. “And, I note, you’re not trying to wring my neck!”
“Why would I?” Jake asked. He was a little surprised by the statement. Was Dr. Lemarre joking…? Jake had no reason to attack a brilliant mind such as him. It was the furthest thing from his mind. 
“Well, I have kept you captive for the last while…” the fox grinned villainously. “I was expecting a bit more of that characteristic righteous anger of yours.”
“Yeah, well, water under the bridge,” the dripping latex dragon said. “It’s forgotten. I’m assuming you’re here to let me out?”
“That’s right. And to offer you a job-”
“I’ll take it!” Jake said with no hesitation, with a volume that shocked the mad scientist. 
“Oh! That’s all?” Dr. Lemarre scoffed, and he almost looked like he was expecting that answer.. “No contract negotiations? No interest in hearing what the job entails?”
“Nope.” Jake said with a gleaming grin. “I’m just happy to serve a genius like you.”
“Why, thank you!” the evil genius gave a somewhat dorky grin, and Jake could detect a hint of a blush. “In that case… I was wondering if we could take another, heh… hands-on sample?”

“I’d be more than happy to, doctor.” Jake’s cock was already rock-hard as it stood. “Wanna cop a feel?”
“Well, as much as I’d love, I don’t think I’d get my arms around that thing!” Sanmer laughed. “I’ll let you do the honours.”
“Suit yourself, sir.” Jake’s shiny hand wrapped around his shiny dick, and he got to work rubbing.
“Already calling me sir?” the fox laughed. “You’re eager.”
“What can I say?” Jake said with a snarling grin. “I know my place.”
“I bet you do…” Dr. Lemarre licked his lips, unable to take his eyes off that dick. Jake liked that he was that irresistible to his new employer. He took his sweet, sweet time letting his fingers roll up and down his cock. 
There was a discarded drum, long emptied of his last meal, turned on its side. Jake put one leg up on it, keeping it balanced, allowing his shiny, gooey thighs to be on display as he continued to stroke.  Dr. Lemarre looked mesmerised, his eyes wide and drinking in the sight. 
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
“I heard that,” Jake said with a lusty growl. He could see the doctor was palming at himself too.
Sanmer laughed. 
“Oh, wait, hang on, let me get a collection phial before you make a mess…”
With his free paw, he pressed a button on his hover-craft, and the hiss and whine of an intercom filled the room. “Collection phial to chamber A-18, please!”
A moment. Then he pressed it again.
“2 litres at least.”
Jake grinned. Maybe that’d be enough. Only one way to find out.

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