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I drop out of a portal, landing in the center of a cave tunnel.  Leading in either direction, one side leads to a large room lit with torches.  Zeke could make out the slight glittering of gold.  Hmm~  That might have something interesting.  With a grin on his face, the small otter makes his way through the tunnel toward the large cavern.
Diethyl
The room at the end of the dimly lit tunnel shines like a beacon in the high seas, torchlight reflecting off of the gold. Blinded by the impresive vision, the mustelid trudges forward. He steps on a rock that seems to give way under his footing, ever so slightly.  A click echoes through the rocky walls, followed by a barrage of arrows towards his position.
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Yipe!  There's a flash of blue light as arrows start flying around him.  He opens a barrier portal around him, redirecting every arrow that makes contact back toward their initial location.  Zeke gulps as he waits for the arrows to stop.  Of course it'd be trapped.  I've got to be more careful...
Diethyl
The arrows fly by, and you're left thankfully unwounded. Another further cautious steps forward, and you just barely notice a thread, about waist high. It glints every so slightly against the shine from the hoard.
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He raises an eyebrow at the thread and tries to follow it along to its source.  What... does this do....?
Diethyl
The thread is firmly tensed up against the wall. It leaves to a small opening on the rock, which presumably leads to some mechanism. You look up and see heavy looking grate, covered in spikes.
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Zeke's eyes widen and he decides to not take any chances.  With a flick of his wrist an azure ring forms and envelopes him.  The light vanishes but soon reappears directly over the hoard, depositing the otter on top.
Diethyl
Coins clink and tumble down as you land on the golden pile. Something below trembles. A disturbed growl emerges from within the vast hoard.
"Who goes there??"(edited)
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The otter gulps and stays very quiet as he slides down the pile against the cave wall, attempting to stay hidden.  He was careful to make sure none of the coins clinked as he slid.
Diethyl
Stacks of coins tumble and fall, the sea of gold parting with the emergence of a sizeable pale lavender dragon. He slowly scans the room, up and down. Despite you best efforts, you're spotten within moments.
"Ah, hello there. I was not expecting visitors."
You barely catch a glimpse of his tail flicking and tapping against the ground. The torches grow dimmer. Something's... different. The air feels much heavier all of a sudden. Panic begins to well in your heart.
"By your attire and means of entry, I assume you're a caster, yes? Now, I'm afraid I'm not a fan of people casting spells near my hoard. I hope you understand."
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Slides down the hoard, jumping and landin on his feet.  Er... sorry.  Was just admiring it.  Didn't know anyone was in here.  Besides my portals I don't plan on casting any spells around it.  He looks at the dimming lights, nervous about why there was an air of panic in the room.
Diethyl
"Hmm. Of course, of course."
The dragon stares you, humming. He looks down a bit, deep in thought, then looks back towards you with a devilish smile. His eyes are like a pair of amber spotlights, his piercing gaze chilling to the bone.
"Say, it was rude of my to assume things. Why don't you step a little closer."
It's hard to not meet his glare. It tempts you, gently pushing your feet forward.
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Zeke raises an eyebrow, curious about the dragon as he moves foward.  His tail swishing silently and his eyes shimmering a luminous blue.  Alright...
Diethyl
"Closer still. Just a bit further."
You hear rustling behind you, and the faintest squeaking, yet looking away from his eyes proves harder and harder by the moment.
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The hypnotic gaze of the dragon was intriguing.  The eyes possessed a similar shimmer to that of his pendent.  Um... oh... ok...
Diethyl
In a split second, something grabs your arms with startling force. A pair of kobolds, clad in latex and gas masks. They pour all their strength into holding you in place.
"Yes, very good. Now, bring me the essence, tonight you make a new friend."
The creatures giggle, their laugh stifled under the rebreathers.
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Zeke continues to stare up at the dragon.  His mind hazy.  Hmm... .wh-wha? ... uh... He blinks dumbly as he continues to stare in awe
Diethyl
Before long, something cold splashes down on your head. It's heavy and dense, slowly trickling down in thick strands, down your face and onto your torso. It seals everything it touches, seemingly melding it with itself. It slowly becomes harder to hear, to see, to smell. Even the sensation of the encroaching substance fades away, as it continues to encase your body.
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Zeke shivers, still completely under the control of the lavender dragon.  His eyes close though as the substance spills over his face.  He blinks trying to shake away the liquid so he can look up at the dragon's eyes.  Gmmmf.... hey... mm...
Diethyl
Darkness is all that meets your eyes, covered by the thick rubber. It reaches down to your feet and encases your tail. There is a brief moment of stillness. Of hushed peace. You are nowhere. There is nothing. You can no longer tell where your mind ends and your body begins. You can no longer tell if you have a body.
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I float there in an unfamiliar void.  Unsure of how to think, how to feel.  Where am I?  What's going on?
Diethyl
A singular thought floats onto your consciousness. A disturbance onto the perfect stillness. The dragon. His eyes, a warm and welcoming gaze.
In the blink of an eye, he's closer. Right in front of you. Without a word, he offers a paw.
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I stand there in trance and slowly lift a paw up and take the dragon's.
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Panic. Fear. You're drowning. There's no air. Nothing to hold onto, except those talons.
You come to once again, your body is back under your control. Yet, something is wrong.
The rubber that encased your body now exerts some pressure, pushing in. It seeps into your mouth, your nose, even your eyes. Every inch of your body is invaded and trespassed by the substance. It starts to mold you anew, its vile movements bending your very flesh to new shapes. You pudgy snout begins stretching longer, pulled by an invisible force. Your round ears now flatten and spread thin, warped into delicate fins.
The remainder of your consciousness tells you to run, to do whatever you can to stop, yet it doesn't hurt. Rather, it feels like a liberating massage. Like the latex could free you of all worries with its tight restriction.
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I moan softly, yet enveloped in fear as I grip the dragon's talon tightly.  I shiver nervously and squirm in anxiety.  Do I want this?  Do I need this?  What's going on?(edited)
Diethyl
More of your form gives way under the rubber's inflence. Your very insides mesh and twist with the invading substance. But rather than discomfort, all you feel is a fullness, a sense of purpse you've never felt before. The substance reaches your brain, and your very thoughts and fears seem to melt, washing away under the waves of bliss. Your nail grow into sharp talons, fearsome and ready to tear down any prey. Your tail grows longer, spikes surfacing across its dorsal length. Something pushes out of your head with some force, but your soft squeaky flesh now easily gives way to a pair of horn nubs, that grow bigger with each beat of your strained heart.
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I flex subconciously as I feel my more powerful form growing with the latex.  My body shakes and builds as I let out an audible groan with the rubber's shifting.  There's a gurgling within as the rubber morphs my form.  All a while, staring at the beautiful amber eyes of the lavender dragon. @.@
Diethyl
The rubber now grips your junk as it makes it way down your legs. You can barely feel your legs growing stronger once it begins to grope and fondle entire your manhood. Your testes start to swell, bobbing as they're filled with more latex to share. The need to release the pent up pressure hits you like a brick, and the still holding kobolds are the only thing keeping your hips from jerking against your will. Your member thickens, ridges and lumps giving it a fitting draconic appearance, while your brain is once again taken over by otherworldy pleasure. It throbs in the cold air of the cave, droplets of rubbery pre dripping down onto the rocks beneath. Your senses slowly return to you, better than ever. You can hear the very breathing of all the creatures that now circled you. The very smell of gold, and the smell of the dragon in front, if slightly masked by the growing smell of latex. Your heart still rushes, frantically resisting the changes, but soon it too is coated by shiny bliss.
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What was left of me could only moan.  The former otter’s body quivered in the kobolds’ grasp as he felt the need to desperately cum. Mmm aaaah.... I moan lewdly, my cock twitching a steady flow of pre and rubber.
Diethyl
The changes start to wind down, having nearly completed their work. The dragon looks at a nearby servant, a wordless command, and he hurries off.
On return, he brings an exquisite looking mechanism. It contains a tube, that stretches onto a bell, like opening.
You feel light, so light. So pure, so free. Your rubbery flesh feels weightless, so comfortable.
"Now, let's see if this one is worth keeping."
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I shiver and try humping the air, my dragonic cock twitching eagerly.  I pant and watch the lavender dragon.  Curious what was going on.  I barely saw the curious tube.
Diethyl
The servant dutifully stretches out the tube, then brings it towards your nethers. He pushes it onto your draconic shaft, yet it barely seems to fit. The plastic touch of it against your sensitive member sends further jolts of carnal bliss across your flesh. Unsure what to do, the kobold momentarily removes his mask and licks your cock from base to shaft. It squeaks under his reptilian tongue, and gets coated with saliva.
"Hey, don't be getting ahead of yourself."
The servant nods and puts his mask back on.
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I whimper as the kobold backs off from its licking.  I try humping into the tube, moaning in bliss. I pull on the grip of the kobolds, trying desperately to break free to fuck something.
Diethyl
The kobold licks his lips and pushes the tube over your member once again. It finally slicks down to the base with the help of lubrication, but it can barely contain your knot. A pull of a crank, and the machine begins to tug. It massages your manhood, each pull and rumble coaxing out more and more pleasure. The air envelops your delicate shaft, caressing it with otherworldly tenure.
Helpful as ever, another servant reaches behind you and starts fondling your balls. The fiddles and toys with your juicy orbs, running them along his palm and bouncing them with glee. Before long you feel the warmth of a lizard's mouth enveloping your sack, as the creature was unable to resist their feel and decided his tongue was better fit for the job.
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*I moan in agonized bliss.  My cock throbs and I hump as much as I can into the sucking tube.”  Gmm!  Fmmg mmf mm! I quiver and buck, moaning as my gonads were molested and my length milked.  I shake with need and feel my balls churn and build for a mighty orgasm.
Diethyl
The buildup is met by a further swelling of your draconic knot. It holds the milker in place, which only intensifies the immense pressure and sucking force. The dragon looks on, satisfied.
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“I yelp in my gag and cum thick ropes of rubber seed.  My legs shiver and buck as i collapse into the grasp of the kobolds.  My length continues to erupt thick ropes of cum into the tube and my eyes roll back.  I roar as a dragon would, though gagged.  My tail swishes back and forth in satisfaction.* Mmmmmfgg~
Diethyl
The servants let go, fully aware there is no more need to restrain. No more resistance.
The dragon tips a claw onto the tube's recipient, inspecting your juice with a keen eye.
"Yes, this will do nicely. Welcome to your new job. Now, I hope you understand, my servants might want a round with you as well."
All the kobolds seem to be drooling from their masks, thick bulges underneath their suits.
"Have fun."