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This one is promising for a series ;3 Me and rhylith have a TON of other details worked out!

Please do comment, my written works don't get near enough attention... I mean come on, it's practically all I do D:", "writing": "There was a hydra just tacking up a flyer as the sergal walked down the street. A curious man, he went to take a look after the dragon left.\n\n\"Volunteer wanted for magical experiment,\n\nCompensation provided,\n\nFor more information, or to apply, bring this flyer to\n\nHeavenly Hydra's Magical Novelties\n\n432 Main Street\n\nBetween noon and 10:00 PM.\"\n\nHe'd been to the shop a few times before, which explains why he had recognised the dragons. He'd never known they did any sort of experimentation though, and despite his usual wariness he couldn't help but want to see more about it... He took the flyer, and continued on his way to his print shop.\n\nHe'd gotten more and more eager to try this experiment as the day went on, and he kept looking at the flyer as though something on it would change. By the time he closed up shop at 8, he was ready to rush down to Heavenly Hydra's and volunteer on the spot, but he had to help Jacob, his head of IT and close friend, deal with a malfunctioning printer. By the time he managed to leave, it was nearly 9. He rushed to his car and drove to the city center as fast as he could.\n\nHe walked into the shop as calmly as he could manage, and as soon as the red and blue dragon came out from the side room, said, \"I heard there's an experiment you're looking for volunteers for?\" He waved the flyer at them.\n\n\"Ah, yes, yes, come on in then... I'm Rhylith, by the way. My sister is Torri.\" They led him into the back room, not even bothering to ask his name. The blue one--Rhylith--picked up a flask and swirled it. \"You're just in time, you know. I just finished a new batch.\" Torri peers back and forth at the flask and a scrap of paper, then nods, satisfied. Rhylith held it up and blew on it, his breath chilling it quickly.\n\n\"So what do I have to do?\" asked the sergal impatiently. \"Just drink the potion, write down any aftereffects?\" Strangely, it didn't cross his mind to ask what the potion did.\n\n\"Just drink the potion, don't bother with any paperwork. We'll see the effects in minutes, don't worry!\" Torri nudged him with her muzzle. \"We need to give him a zipper too, don't forget.\" \"Right, the zipper...\" The two head to one of their shelves and scan over it.\n\nThe sergal takes the potion and chugs it down. \"A zipper?\" He sat down on the couch, more bemused than worried about what the dragons were about to do to him.\n\n\"Yes, would you prefer stainless steel or brass?\" They come back carrying two large zippers, about two or three feet long.\n\n\"Um... Brass?\" he said confusedly. \"What for?\" He shivered at the strange sensation of the potion beginning to take effect.\n\nTorri puts down the steel zipper and picks up a jar of what looks like wood glue and a disposable brush. \"You'll need to take your clothes off for this.\" She puts down the zipper and opens up the jar, stirring it with the brush. Seeing the sergal's blush, she said, \"Yes, all of them.\"\n\nSurprising himself, the sergal just nodded and stripped, then followed the dragons' instructions to lay down on his stomach on the couch. “Well then let’s get it over with, whatever it is.” He shivered as something cold and wet, not unlike sunscreen, was spread on his back, then yelped as the big brass zipper was stuck on top. He lay there for a few minutes, until Torri told him he could get up.\n\nIt felt weird, having a zipper stuck on his back. But somehow... natural, as if it was right. “So what does this do? Can I unzip myself and all my organs fall out or something?” he asked, not entirely jokingly.\n\nRhylith snickered. “Basically, but it’d only expose your spine right now.” He demonstrated, unzipping the sergal just a little and then zipping him back up. It felt weird, but at least painless. “Give the potion a few minutes.” The dragons plopped down on the couch beside him to wait.\n\nIn a fit of misguided curiosity, he unzipped his back a few inches and brushed his fingers over his exposed backbone. The sudden intense... not exactly pain, but something unpleasantly weird, made him shudder, and he snatched his fingers away and quickly zipped back up. He put his pants back on and waited impatiently for the potion to take effect.\n\nSoon, Rhylith reached over and unzipped him again. “Damn, it should have kicked off before now... You don’t feel hollow by any chance, do you?”\n\n“Hollow? What’s this thing supposed to do?” He was starting to get a little nervous, but still mostly just curious.\n\nRhylith shrugged. “Shame, another failure... Living suits are just hard to make, I suppose.” Torri smirked and replied to the sergal, “Just trying to turn you into a living costume for others to wear, when they feel like being you.”\n\n“What the... Why didn’t you tell me? I didn’t sign up for this!”\n\nWith a smirk, Rhylith said, “I don’t believe you signed up for anything. You volunteered... just after seeing the poster. Mysterious, isn’t it?”\n\nIndignantly, he realized he’d been tricked. “You charmed the poster, didn’t you? That can’t be legal!”\n\nTorri childishly stuck out her tongue at him. “Hey, you got a free zipper installed in your back... Take care!” She gestured at him to leave. Rhylith grinned and explained, “How else could we get volunteers for these experiments?”\n\n“I’m sure someone would volunteer! You don’t have to use magic in questionably-legal ways!”\n\nTorri said, completely serious, “But half the fun is getting random people stuck in strange forms.” Rhylith grinned. “Ah, the surprise on their faces when they come in, barely understanding why they just came in to volunteer for something awkward, sexual, and just plain weird.”\n\nThe sergal was about to reply, but then he jumped with a yelp, several feet into the air, suddenly much lighter than before. Rhylith raised an eyeridge. “Feeling something?” The sergal’s chest began to inflate slightly, gaining small but noticeable breasts.\n\n“Well, I’m way lighter than before...” He blushed. “Wait a minute, you’re making me a herm too?”\n\nRhylith chuckled. “Of course, few people leave here with a single sex! Single gender perhaps, but not a single sex.” Torri was jotting down notes on a piece of paper, muttering. “Probably cooled it too fast, some of the catalyst crystallized on the glass...”\n\n“So... I’m empty now?” He, or shi, or whatever it decided to call itself, unzipped its back and felt inside. There was a brief phantom pain before it realized that it was indeed hollow. “Wait, someone could wear me now?”\n\nRhylith ignored it and walked the pair behind the hollow sergal to unzip its back further, all the way down. A light breeze entered its body, making it feel uncomfortably empty and cold, its body temperature plummeting since it no longer had most of its body mass. One of the dragons, it wasn’t sure which, reached inside and pressed a hand against its front, bulging its now-stretchy skin out a bit. It warmed the sergal up a bit, but only enough to be cruelly teasing, as the dragon zipped it back up just a moment later.\n\n“Woah... what the fuck? I don’t know whether to be amazed or angry! That felt so good.... And warm.... But you did this in the first place!” He, or shi, or it, as it was starting to think of itself, shivered. “So cold...”\n\nRhylith chuckled, Torri still writing calculations on her pad of paper. “As it should be, a bit cold and a bit empty... So empty, vulnerable and empty...”\n\nIt blushed. “Stop that! You’re making me want to be worn....”\n\n“Of course, you’re a living suit, you want to be worn. It feels good to be warm, warm and full. It’s certainly not like feeling cold and empty, cold and empty... You want to be warm and full, with someone moving around inside you, keeping you warm and full, warm and full with someone inside you.”\n\n“Stop trying to brainwash me!” It demanded indignantly. “I’ll get used to this on my own, without your hypnosis or whatever it is!”\n\nTorri joined her brother in this hypnotic repetition. “Living suits need to be worn, it’s the only way they get to be loved. Worn and loved, warm and full. Better than empty and unloved, being empty is to be as cold as death. Cold is death, cold and unloved.”\n\n“Stop it!” it cried out. “I’m a person, not one of your products!”\n\nRhylith chuckled. “Well then let’s just go to the back of the shop and put you on a hanger then....”\n\n“No! No hangers! I’m going to go to my house and rest in my bed!” The spell on the flyer had mostly worn off by now.\n\n“To do what? Stare at the ceiling with your unsleeping, cold, empty body? In your cold empty room and cold empty bed?”\n\n“I’ll turn the heat up and I’ll sleep!”\n\n“Shush, and listen.” The dragons both stopped making any noise, and the sergal couldn’t help but follow suit. Soon enough it realized that it couldn’t hear anything. Its heartbeat was gone, it wasn’t breathing... Was it suffocating? Was it dying? It strained to hear something, anything, the light screech of tinnitus echoing in its head... until it heard the dragons’ breathing several feet away, a light thump echoing from their chest. At least there was something to hear....\n\nIt shuddered and shook its head. “I... I won’t let you control me!” It got up to leave the shop.\n\nRhylith gave one last remark as it ran out of the store. “Good luck, being so empty and cold and unloved....” It wasn’t sure what to do, but it knew it didn’t want a pair of sadistic dragons controlling its life.\n\nIt didn’t take too long before it’s shivering. Just the wind from walking fast dropped its temperature further. It didn’t hurt, and it didn’t seem to be getting frostbite... it just felt like it was standing naked in the middle of winter, on a snowdrift. It hated being so cold, but it desperately wanted to be its own sergal, with no one trying to control it. As it ran toward its car, a sudden light gust of wind sent the twenty-pound sergal flying against its car as if it were in a hurricane. It grunted in pain, and hurriedly got into the car.\n\nAs it drove home, it started to think about what had just happened. Would it need to keep something heavy inside itself? Something heavy and warm? Was it still even strong enough to carry that much? Could it even survive for long like this? What would happen if someone wore it? And why was it starting to think of itself as it? That was starting to worry it.... Was that another spell the dragons had cast?\n\nIt realized as it got into the car that it had forgotten its shirt... But that’s okay, because suits don’t wear other suits, do they? Did it really just think that? Where are these thoughts coming from?\n\nIt shook its head and tried to concentrate on driving and nothing else. Any other situation and it would have been glad to become a herm, but this was just too... unwanted. It shivered and tried to turn the heat up, only to realize it was up all the way.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "There was a hydra just tacking up a flyer as the sergal walked down the street.  A curious man, he went to take a look after the dragon left.

"Volunteer wanted for magical experiment,

Compensation provided,

For more information, or to apply, bring this flyer to

Heavenly Hydra's Magical Novelties

432 Main Street

Between noon and 10:00 PM."

He'd been to the shop a few times before, which explains why he had recognised the dragons.  He'd never known they did any sort of experimentation though, and despite his usual wariness he couldn't help but want to see more about it...  He took the flyer, and continued on his way to his print shop.

He'd gotten more and more eager to try this experiment as the day went on, and he kept looking at the flyer as though something on it would change.  By the time he closed up shop at 8, he was ready to rush down to Heavenly Hydra's and volunteer on the spot, but he had to help Jacob, his head of IT and close friend, deal with a malfunctioning printer.  By the time he managed to leave, it was nearly 9.  He rushed to his car and drove to the city center as fast as he could.

He walked into the shop as calmly as he could manage, and as soon as the red and blue dragon came out from the side room, said, "I heard there's an experiment you're looking for volunteers for?"  He waved the flyer at them.

"Ah, yes, yes, come on in then...  I'm Rhylith, by the way.  My sister is Torri."  They led him into the back room, not even bothering to ask his name.  The blue one--Rhylith--picked up a flask and swirled it.  "You're just in time, you know.  I just finished a new batch."  Torri peers back and forth at the flask and a scrap of paper, then nods, satisfied.  Rhylith held it up and blew on it, his breath chilling it quickly.

"So what do I have to do?" asked the sergal impatiently.  "Just drink the potion, write down any aftereffects?"  Strangely, it didn't cross his mind to ask what the potion did.

"Just drink the potion, don't bother with any paperwork.  We'll see the effects in minutes, don't worry!"  Torri nudged him with her muzzle.  "We need to give him a zipper too, don't forget."  "Right, the zipper..."  The two head to one of their shelves and scan over it.

The sergal takes the potion and chugs it down.  "A zipper?"  He sat down on the couch, more bemused than worried about what the dragons were about to do to him.

"Yes, would you prefer stainless steel or brass?"  They come back carrying two large zippers, about two or three feet long.

"Um... Brass?" he said confusedly.  "What for?"  He shivered at the strange sensation of the potion beginning to take effect.

Torri puts down the steel zipper and picks up a jar of what looks like wood glue and a disposable brush.  "You'll need to take your clothes off for this."  She puts down the zipper and opens up the jar, stirring it with the brush.  Seeing the sergal's blush, she said, "Yes, all of them."

Surprising himself, the sergal just nodded and stripped, then followed the dragons' instructions to lay down on his stomach on the couch.  “Well then let’s get it over with, whatever it is.”  He shivered as something cold and wet, not unlike sunscreen, was spread on his back, then yelped as the big brass zipper was stuck on top.  He lay there for a few minutes, until Torri told him he could get up.

It felt weird, having a zipper stuck on his back.  But somehow... natural, as if it was right.  “So what does this do?  Can I unzip myself and all my organs fall out or something?” he asked, not entirely jokingly.

Rhylith snickered.  “Basically, but it’d only expose your spine right now.”  He demonstrated, unzipping the sergal just a little and then zipping him back up.  It felt weird, but at least painless.  “Give the potion a few minutes.”  The dragons plopped down on the couch beside him to wait.

In a fit of misguided curiosity, he unzipped his back a few inches and brushed his fingers over his exposed backbone.  The sudden intense... not exactly pain, but something unpleasantly weird, made him shudder, and he snatched his fingers away and quickly zipped back up.  He put his pants back on and waited impatiently for the potion to take effect.

Soon, Rhylith reached over and unzipped him again.  “Damn, it should have kicked off before now...  You don’t feel hollow by any chance, do you?”

“Hollow?  What’s this thing supposed to do?”  He was starting to get a little nervous, but still mostly just curious.

Rhylith shrugged.  “Shame, another failure... Living suits are just hard to make, I suppose.”  Torri smirked and replied to the sergal, “Just trying to turn you into a living costume for others to wear, when they feel like being you.”

“What the...  Why didn’t you tell me?  I didn’t sign up for this!”

With a smirk, Rhylith said, “I don’t believe you signed up for anything.  You volunteered... just after seeing the poster.  Mysterious, isn’t it?”

Indignantly, he realized he’d been tricked.  “You charmed the poster, didn’t you?  That can’t be legal!”

Torri childishly stuck out her tongue at him.  “Hey, you got a free zipper installed in your back... Take care!”  She gestured at him to leave.  Rhylith grinned and explained, “How else could we get volunteers for these experiments?”

“I’m sure someone would volunteer!  You don’t have to use magic in questionably-legal ways!”

Torri said, completely serious, “But half the fun is getting random people stuck in strange forms.”  Rhylith grinned.  “Ah, the surprise on their faces when they come in, barely understanding why they just came in to volunteer for something awkward, sexual, and just plain weird.”

The sergal was about to reply, but then he jumped with a yelp, several feet into the air, suddenly much lighter than before.  Rhylith raised an eyeridge.  “Feeling something?”  The sergal’s chest began to inflate slightly, gaining small but noticeable breasts.

“Well, I’m way lighter than before...”  He blushed.  “Wait a minute, you’re making me a herm too?”

Rhylith chuckled.  “Of course, few people leave here with a single sex!  Single gender perhaps, but not a single sex.”  Torri was jotting down notes on a piece of paper, muttering.  “Probably cooled it too fast, some of the catalyst crystallized on the glass...”

“So...  I’m empty now?”  He, or shi, or whatever it decided to call itself, unzipped its back and felt inside.  There was a brief phantom pain before it realized that it was indeed hollow.  “Wait, someone could wear me now?”

Rhylith ignored it and walked the pair behind the hollow sergal to unzip its back further, all the way down.  A light breeze entered its body, making it feel uncomfortably empty and cold, its body temperature plummeting since it no longer had most of its body mass.  One of the dragons, it wasn’t sure which, reached inside and pressed a hand against its front, bulging its now-stretchy skin out a bit.  It warmed the sergal up a bit, but only enough to be cruelly teasing, as the dragon zipped it back up just a moment later.

“Woah... what the fuck?  I don’t know whether to be amazed or angry!  That felt so good....  And warm....  But you did this in the first place!”  He, or shi, or it, as it was starting to think of itself, shivered.  “So cold...”

Rhylith chuckled, Torri still writing calculations on her pad of paper.  “As it should be, a bit cold and a bit empty...  So empty, vulnerable and empty...”

It blushed.  “Stop that!  You’re making me want to be worn....”

“Of course, you’re a living suit, you want to be worn.  It feels good to be warm, warm and full.  It’s certainly not like feeling cold and empty, cold and empty... You want to be warm and full, with someone moving around inside you, keeping you warm and full, warm and full with someone inside you.”

“Stop trying to brainwash me!”  It demanded indignantly.  “I’ll get used to this on my own, without your hypnosis or whatever it is!”

Torri joined her brother in this hypnotic repetition.  “Living suits need to be worn, it’s the only way they get to be loved.  Worn and loved, warm and full.  Better than empty and unloved, being empty is to be as cold as death.  Cold is death, cold and unloved.”

“Stop it!” it cried out.  “I’m a person, not one of your products!”

Rhylith chuckled.  “Well then let’s just go to the back of the shop and put you on a hanger then....”

“No!  No hangers!  I’m going to go to my house and rest in my bed!”  The spell on the flyer had mostly worn off by now.

“To do what?  Stare at the ceiling with your unsleeping, cold, empty body?  In your cold empty room and cold empty bed?”

“I’ll turn the heat up and I’ll sleep!”

“Shush, and listen.”  The dragons both stopped making any noise, and the sergal couldn’t help but follow suit.  Soon enough it realized that it couldn’t hear anything.  Its heartbeat was gone, it wasn’t breathing... Was it suffocating?  Was it dying?  It strained to hear something, anything, the light screech of tinnitus echoing in its head... until it heard the dragons’ breathing several feet away, a light thump echoing from their chest.  At least there was something to hear....

It shuddered and shook its head.  “I... I won’t let you control me!”  It got up to leave the shop.

Rhylith gave one last remark as it ran out of the store.  “Good luck, being so empty and cold and unloved....”  It wasn’t sure what to do, but it knew it didn’t want a pair of sadistic dragons controlling its life.

It didn’t take too long before it’s shivering.  Just the wind from walking fast dropped its temperature further.  It didn’t hurt, and it didn’t seem to be getting frostbite... it just felt like it was standing naked in the middle of winter, on a snowdrift.  It hated being so cold, but it desperately wanted to be its own sergal, with no one trying to control it.  As it ran toward its car, a sudden light gust of wind sent the twenty-pound sergal flying against its car as if it were in a hurricane.  It grunted in pain, and hurriedly got into the car.

As it drove home, it started to think about what had just happened.  Would it need to keep something heavy inside itself?  Something heavy and warm?  Was it still even strong enough to carry that much?  Could it even survive for long like this?  What would happen if someone wore it?  And why was it starting to think of itself as it?  That was starting to worry it.... Was that another spell the dragons had cast?

It realized as it got into the car that it had forgotten its shirt... But that’s okay, because suits don’t wear other suits, do they?  Did it really just think that?  Where are these thoughts coming from?

It shook its head and tried to concentrate on driving and nothing else.  Any other situation and it would have been glad to become a herm, but this was just too... unwanted.  It shivered and tried to turn the heat up, only to realize it was up all the way.

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