Taken, Part Two

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"See you later, Valorean!"

Soren, an anthro dragon, waved goodbye to his friend as he left the gym, his bag slung over his shoulder. He smiled, his thick, white mane of hair waving lightly in the breeze, though he paid it no mind. With his muscle and scales, clad in black and red, there was very little anyone around him could do to harm him -- and the wind was hardly going to push a guy like him off-balance.

Yet the wind picked up and up, roaring around him as he walked down the street. Behind the dragon, the fabric of reality ripped apart, revealing a gaping blue chasm in the air, whirling with kinetic energy. The moment Soren turned, however, he was dragged straight off his feet into the rift, his bag flying off his shoulder.

As the rift closed behind him, all that was left was his black and yellow gym bag with the logo on the side, dropping to the pavement. A passerby paused, glancing up, though they had not come around the corner in time to see what had happened.

It was all as if the dragon had never been there.

*

"Mmmph..." The dragon groaned, blinking as the world before his eyes cleared. "What... What happened?"

He pushed himself into a seated position, shaking his head slowly from one side to the other as he sought to clear it. It was not all that easy, however, as he crawled his way upright, using his long, thick tail more than usual for balance. It was a good thing he had it sometimes.

Where he'd landed looked like a city... And it wasn't too unfamiliar to him, though the stores didn't look the same and the vehicles there were a little different. Some of them even hovered off the ground and Soren backed away from them, wobbly on his feet. What the hell was going on? Where was he?

"It's a monster!"

"Someone sound the alarm!"

Other anthros fled from him, though they just looked like normal people to him. Soren stared after them, slack-jawed as he strained to get his eyes to focus, yet none of it made sense.

"Okay, just going to walk away from the crazy people then..."

Soren rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged, only glad he was still wearing his clothes, though it didn't at all seem like he was "home," or what he knew to be his home.

But he was soon pursued by sirens and anthros on foot, some even with strange, black suits that covered them from head to toe. They obeyed orders in an almost robotic fashion, the black second-skin almost looking like latex to him. But it couldn't be, surely?

Yet it was a world Soren would have to come to terms with very quickly indeed as he fled, hauling himself over a fence in an alleyway with such force that he flung himself up twenty-feet in the air.

CRACK!

"Oof!"

The tarmac crunched out from where his body impacted the ground, although he didn't quite understand what had happened. With authorities in hot pursuit, he jumped back up again and ran, though it quickly became evident that his muscles were simply more effective there than they had been before.

He ran faster. He jumped further. He climbed higher.

A lash of his tail to the corner of a building, completely unintentionally, destroyed the whole corner, the building crumbling down with a colossal grind and crash in his wake. Yet Soren could not stop to apologise to anyone as he fled and, finally, found an abandoned warehouse to hole up in.

Things changed. It was a world in which he was seen as a monster and it took a small Arctic wolf to pull him out of his frenzied stupor. Decro said he'd been checking for supplies in the old warehouse, things his company might have left behind, when he'd uncovered Soren in there.

Far from being terrified of Soren, the wolf seemed to know and understand that he was just an anthro like anyone else -- so he helped the dragon. Soren was glad to have a friend, even though his whole new situation threw off his sense of the world, shaky where he had before been confident. When he had only one anthro on his side, the dragon took that trust blindly.

Too blindly.

A few months down the line, he headed over to where Decro, the wolf, said he was working, with a whistle on his lips. The wolf had helped him some time back with a disguise, so his horns were mostly hidden and he just looked like a lizard anthro, though it had meant painting over some of his red scales so he looked more like a species from another country. He would not be seen as a native to the country the city was in, but it was enough for others to not see him instantly as a monster. Thankfully for Soren, he didn't have wings, so the need to hide those was stripped from them. His tail needed to be trimmed down of the white fluff, which matched the colour of his hair, but Soren was able to fly under the radar a lot more when he kept himself to himself and didn't act like he was out of place in society.

"Hey, Decro!" Soren greeted him at the door as the wolf signed him into the building, which was oddly behind three security gates and a big, metal fence with rolled barbed wire at the top. "High security place this... I didn't think you worked somewhere this intense."

The wolf grinned, ears perked up, though Soren was not to know what he had planned for him. Of course, the dragon was the perfect subject for the Commission, but he had needed time to settle into his body in that new world before he could be used as they willed.

"Of course, of course," he said smoothly, half in his professional persona and half more personable -- the mask he'd put on to lure Soren in. "Come on, I have something to show you."

Soren didn't quite know what to think as he was taken down a hallway to a room that only had a bed in it. Well, it kind of looked like a bed as it was rectangular and flat, though it had a strangle, smooth cover on it. It kind of looked like latex.

Huh... Like those weird guys who were chasing me when I first got here. That's pretty weird.

"This is part of our new research here I wanted to show you!" Decro yipped excitedly, the white wolf's tail wagging fervently back and forth. "You just lie down on it and... Oh, I'll do the rest!"

He was so bright and uncharacteristically excited that Soren couldn't help doing as he asked, though it was all very unusual for him. Maybe it was something anthros in that world did more often, though he wasn't even sure if it felt usual there. It was hard to tell, even though he'd only been there for a few months -- but surely he'd got to know Decro well enough that the wolf wouldn't ask him to do anything too odd?

"Well, okay..."

Soren's tail flicked unhappily as the dragon lay down on the bed on his back, stretching out his tail between his legs towards the foot of the bed. It was hardly comfortable and he sucked in a breath as the wolf tapped a control panel on the right hand side of the bed, a series of beeps filling the room.

"What's it doing?" The dragon asked as the bed vibrated around him, a smooth layer of latex coming up over him, slowly cutting off his view of the room. "Hey! Decro! Decro, what's it doing?"

The last view he had was of the wolf smirking, his mask dropping as Decro finally captured the dragon he'd been coveting for so long. Well, for the needs of the Commission, of course -- but there'd be a hefty bonus in it for him too, he had no doubt about that.

"Ah, Soren," he said softly as the dragon shifted back and forth within the vac-u-bed, the latex pulling more and more tightly over him. "You shouldn't have trusted someone like me so easily. At least you're going to be useful. That's more than a lot of furs in this world can honestly say."

He smiled and rubbed the back of one paw as he watched the vac-u-bed bear down increasingly on Soren, showing the dragon's shapely, muscled figure very nicely. It would have made a good show, in that sense, but the moment was all about the dragon and what the vac-u-bed, merely a draining device, would do to him.

Soren groaned, his tongue trying to loll from his muzzle, but the bed pulled too tightly around him. He gaped his jaws, trying to find some leverage or weak spot, though the latex pulled over him so tightly that he couldn't even raise his paws. His tail jerked back and forth until his body was completely immobilised.

Eyes wide and staring, all he saw was black. The smell of the latex dug into his nostrils, soft and rubbery, even with a hint of something stifling about it. It was the kind of smell that got into his system and had his eyes watering, locking down his senses so all he could experience was the bed and its tight, clinging pull all over his scaled body.

"Unff... No..."

He groaned, trying to wriggle back and forth, yet there was no point. Not as his eyelids fluttered and he moaned aloud, a strange sense of loss slipping through his body.

He was weak, so weak. And it was not because of the bed either -- oh no. It was his strength, weaker than he had been since he'd been in that world. The only sensation, whole body, Soren could liken it to was a feeling of being sick; when his ability to move and care for himself was weakened, simply because he was fighting off some illness or another.

His limbs were heavy, so very heavy, and it would have taken so much effort to move them anyway. His fingers twitched, aching to curl up into a fist -- to do something, anything, just to get out of there. He snarled open-mouthed, Soren's jaws frozen apart, but his energy was still his, even if his body ached with the sense of losing his ever-powerful strength.

"Unff..."

Footsteps rang out around him and mildly hushed voices, though no one seemed all that concerned about the dragon in the vac-u-bed. He twisted a little, feeling the latex give, and snapped his jaws, digging through it with a couple of his teeth. That was enough to give the dragon the edge he needed as he snapped and clawed, the break in the latex giving him enough room to rake his clawed hands through it, slicing raggedly as he forced his body through and out of the bed.

Yet every move was like pushing through sludge after the super strength he'd enjoyed for those months. His shoulders ached and sought to round -- but, no! Soren had to fight, had to keep fighting, for finally the drake realised something exceedingly wrong was going on there.

And he had to do something to stop anything worse happening to him.

"Rrrrraaaawwwrrr!"

He bellowed a roar as he fought his way free of the bed, anger giving him strength. However, the dragon was strangely off-balance as he brutally tore his way out and freed himself, lunging for the shape of the white wolf without a second thought. He didn't realise immediately that his clothes were in shreds, ragged in some places and hanging off him in others, but the bed did more than simply drain one's powers. Some things were not for him to know as he desperately raked in a raw, painful breath and heaved at the wolf -- but a dark figure blocked his path.

"Move!" He snarled. "This one... This thing... He's tricked me! Decro, how could you?"

The wolf laughed and shook his head.

"How easy it was," he mocked. "You were so willing to trust, having just come through that portal. "Look how weak you are now, your strength is already gone. But it was never yours to take, was it? Shouldn't you get a new pair of pants too, Soren? That pair is so torn up, I can see the scales of your ass. There's such a thing called modesty, you know."

The dragon cursed under his breath and tried to cover his ass with his tail, though it didn't help all that much. The bed, somehow, had ripped up his clothing while draining his strength, but Soren still had his old strength and his old body -- surely? He balled up his right hand into a fist, grinding his teeth together, a muscle jumping in the corner of his jaw.

"You're going to pay for this, Decro..."

The wolf smirked.

"Why? You're more beautiful with your clothes off, Soren. Why wouldn't everyone want to see your gorgeous muscles that you spend so much time working on? We'll have an outfit, of sorts, that will show all of that off for you. And the nice curve of your ass. Glutes like that shouldn't be hidden away, dragon!"

Soren growled and lunged, but the dark figure blocked his path again. Blinking rapidly, Soren forced himself to focus.

"Who the hell are you? Or what are you?"

The black figure didn't react in the slightest to his voice, as if he was listening to something else, as his ears seemed to be pricked. At least, Soren thought it was a "he" for he seemed to have both the height and the musculature of a male, though it was hard to tell with that slick, shiny layer of latex covering him from head to toe. He looked faceless, perhaps nameless, with every feature of his body defined, showing off a vaguely feline muzzle. What type of cat he was, however, was not something he could determine. It was only the lack of shape of the ears and the longer tail that showed him to be a feline, after all.

"Incapacitate the subject!"

Decro gave the order and the latex drone moved instantly to obey. In a moment, a sharp sideways slice of his arm to Soren's throat knocked the dragon to the ground. When Soren coughed and rolled over on to all fours, trying to get up, the drone pinned him down with a heavy paw in the centre of Soren's chest, holding him exactly where Decro had ordered.

"What the -- let me go! This isn't where I belong! Decro, I can't believe you'd do this to me!"

Pain laced his tone, but fiery angry rumbled underneath. He snapped and snarled, using his tail to knock out against the drone's legs, though Decro was there, leaning down close to his ear.

The wolf's lips curled into a smile, dark mirth glittering in his eyes.

"You'll be fine. At least, for what we need you for."

Drawing back, he set off a grenade-type device: one of the flash bangs especially made from the semen extracted from Daybreak, one of the captured heroes. Soren's head rang as sound exploded through the comparatively small room, the light blinding him.

The dragon tried to howl. And then he lost consciousness.

*

Soren blinked slowly as he came back around, although the dragon's head ached and he felt very strange. A mask clung to his head, feeding a tube to his mouth that, at least, offered him air, for it swiftly became clear he was floating in a tank, drifting up and down slowly.

"Mmmph?"

The dragon tried to turn, although something on his back stopped him from moving. It didn't hurt, though there were an awful lot of cables linked to it, a long, metal strip digging into his back at the end of them. They stopped him from turning and he grunted, tonguing the tube in his mouth, though it only extended far enough over his tongue to stop him from closing his mouth.

His nostrils puckered and flared as he checked he could still breathe properly, though blinking through the swilling, translucent-green fluid was eerie, like he couldn't fully see the world outside the tank. Pads were attached to his balls and nipples, which looked familiar in a strange way, though Soren couldn't quite place where he'd seen them before.

He clenched his buttocks and winced as something within his ass protested. What kind of thing were the sick fucks who'd captured him into? Claustrophobia clawed at him as the water and the walls of the tank pressed in on him from all sides, though the dragon's tail, at least, was free to swing back and forth. It came as no surprise to him, considering the plug that seemed to be up under his tail, filling his ass, that his cock was covered with a strange sleeve too. The tube was hard on the outside, connected to a tube, and soft on the inside, pulling a little pleasantly along his somewhat hard shaft.

The dragon groaned. Everything was wrong, so very wrong. He chewed at the tube and tried to tall, but all that came out was muffled gargles, his tongue and lips not able to move freely.

"Mmmph... Hmm-mmph?"

"Ah, it is awake."

Decro walked up to the tube, not looking at all like the wolf he knew. There was a new set to his shoulders and a proud swing in his stride, his tail lifted as if he was challenging everyone around him. Confidence like nothing Soren had seen from him before rolled off the wolf and Soren growled within the mask, blinking through the goggles that covered his eyes.

Damn him!

His tail thrashed against the tank as liquid swilled around him, caressing his bare scales. The wolf raised an eyebrow, cocking his head.

"Well, Soren," he said, though Soren's name came out like it left a foul taste in the Arctic wolf's mouth. "Welcome to your new life. Feel that, the metal digging into your spine? That's a great little invention of ours, which allows us to directly influence your central nervous system...and therefore your brain."

Soren grunted and slammed a hand into the wall of the tank, though the fluid suppressed his movements, making him feel even weaker than he was. Being strong in that world hadn't got him all that far, quite clearly.

"Chemicals too will be injected into your body, to arouse you and weaken your will. I'd tell you how they work -- but someone like you wouldn't understand. You'll have plenty of lovely ejaculations, however, as we break your will down slowly. I hope you break slowly, so I can watch every moment of your fall."

Soren growled, feeling the rumble in his chest, although it didn't seem to go all that far.

"Everyone," Decro said, addressing the other scientists in the room, three that Soren could see. "You may begin. See that everything is covered in your experiments."

The dragon growled as the others approached, though he was not in control. He tried reaching around behind him to remove the plug from his ass, but a mecha arm instantly snatched down into the tank, locking both of his hands in cuffs that meant he couldn't get around to it. They seemed magnetised in some way, keeping his hands roughly in the centre of the tank so he was facing the scientists doing stuff to him at all times.

"He is glorious," a stoat said, making a note on the clipboard. "I didn't think his pecs would be quite so large."

"We'll get measurements of those," a white fox said, checking some settings. "But I thought he would have a huge dick, like one you wouldn't think could fit inside anyone. His is just, like, regular for an anthro. Of that physique, anyway."

Soren growled and tried to turn away, but helplessness dragged mockingly at the dragon, reminding him too intimately of the situation he was in.

"He'll look even better when he's a drone," the last one of the three, a stag, said. "You'll see every bit of muscle on him then, even those horns that were hidden under his hair. Decro really is good at getting new targets inside these walls."

"Yeah, he really outdid himself."

Soren bristled. So, it had been Decro's plan all along to capture him? What a fool he'd been! Yet he'd been in a new world and hadn't found anyone he could rely on; he'd been so desperate just to find someone he could trust, someone who wouldn't think he was a monster.

So, that was what he would use as mental fuel to resist them, to not let them break his mind.

ZAP!

"Oof!"

The dragon grunted but otherwise tried not to show any kind of response as his balls ached, e-stim making him jolt and twitch as the scientists played with the settings. Pulsing pleasure rolled through him as they lowered the intensity, though it seemed like they were trying one mechanism at a time.