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It's pretty easy to say that life as latex dragon is hard, although not in the way that most people thought. I mean, sure, I was grown in a laboratory and didn't have a real family (just a hundred slightly differently customised siblings) but that wasn't the problem. The problem was with how the rest of the world saw me. See, I was made as a living sex toy. Apparently, dragonesses are quite a desirable species but most of the world isn't brave enough to try and fuck them. I don't have claws and my teeth are fairly squishy, making me a good alternative for all of the people that want to live out that fantasy. When you were literally made for sex, everyone you see knows what you are. My siblings and I were doing our best to be legally recognised as living beings but it was very difficult with the public perception.

It doesn't really matter to most people that I'm a quirk of magic and science, accidentally given sentience and a fair intelligence. All they see is the sex toy. I do realise that I may not be doing the best job changing this view, considering the cock currently in my sex and the other in my muzzle. These two had seen me on the way home from the grocery shop and, well, you can guess what happened. It isn't entirely my fault. Naturally, my sex drive runs quite a bit higher than a normal biological creature's but that is down to how I was made. Apparently it's like a permanent heat. My creators didn't intend for me to think; they wanted me to fuck. If you were to meet me on the street, it isn't that hard to get me to raise my tail. A couple of strokes would do it; my latex skin is just as sensually charged as my sex. Any protests I may put up will fade away after that starts which is irritating.

Most of the time, I accept this kind of treatment. I mean, it is fun and I'm far more sensitive than I would be if I was biological. But, there is one aspect of my body that I don't like and, frustratingly, it's something that most people don't know. I need verbal permission to cum. It can come from anyone except me but like I said, most people don't know about this little quirk. That means that although the guy thrusting beneath my tail is doing a wonderful job and I'm rubbing my clit furiously, I can't cum. I can't even beg for it with my muzzle filled. My walls clench and squeeze on his length but I can't climax.

The guy beneath my tail finishes, his cock shooting warm spurts into my womb (yes, I have one of those, don't ask me why) and pulls out, length covered in a sheen of my arousal. My body keeps his seed inside my sex, not making a mess. The feeling of being cum in just made it harder to think about anything than my own orgasm, a programmed imperative being filled by someone climaxing because of me. The effect is only compounded when the guy using my muzzle thrusts deep into my throat, his load shooting down my throat. He releases my head and I fall to my side, both paws between my legs and rubbing at my puffy slit.

The two men walked away, leaving me in the corner of the alley where they'd jumped me. I was too needy to even speak at first so by the time that I started to beg to be allowed to cum, they were out of sight. Thankfully, no one else came while I calmed myself down. At least, as much as I could calm down. My sex rippled every now and then and my clit ached but that was just life for me. I didn't wear clothes as my skin was too sensitive so I brushed off my latex hide as well as I could. Most of the dirt fell away but I would still probably need a shower. The thought made me groan and my thighs clench. The water flowing and dropping over my hide was exquisite torture when I couldn't cum.

Walking quickly and not looking at anyone, I made it back to my apartment without anyone using me again. The TV switched itself on as I entered and I glanced at it, but it was still too early for the news to start. Today was a big day. See, when I was made, there was an issue, legally speaking. Slavery wasn't legal and due to my intelligence, some people campaigned that me and my kind couldn't be kept as sex toys as that would technically make us sex slaves. The company that made me, Watcher Laboratories, went to court over it and the case had been going for several months. I had been released from the factory and was given accommodation while the lawyers argued. Actually, I had very publicly leaked details of life inside the factory to the press about halfway through the legal process and from what I was told, my story had not gone down well for the company. The lawyers said that there was really only one decision that the court could reach and that was that we were living beings too. Still, I worried about it.

To distract myself from the impending decision which would be announced live on the news tonight, I set about making myself dinner, or the latex dragoness sex toy equivalent: some specially formulated liquid latex to keep my body able to repair itself and a button sized power source. I gulped the latex down quickly, feeling it spread through my body, then picked up the miniature battery and placed it on my belly, about where a navel would be on a biological. The rippling of electricity that flooded my body made me squirm, the tingling feeling weird. I didn't have to endure it long though. I kept good care of myself and my internal power source only needed a top up, not a serious charge. A couple of minutes later, I was good to go for another fortnight.

By this time, the news had started and I settled down to watch it. The first few stories had nothing to do with me, just the usual world news that was deemed more important. A story of a missing child found after a couple of days popped up, the presenter looking suitably happy, before the subject turned to the court case.

"And now, the result of a landmark decision in a legal battle fought by Watcher Laboratories. Watcher Labs have fought to keep possession of a line of techno-magical sex toys that accidentally gained sentience through a mistake of a lab technician whose identity has not been disclosed. The Court reached a ruling only minutes ago, declaring that these toys remain the property of the laboratories. The decision sets a landmark precedent that created intelligences are not recognised citizens of..."

I turned off the TV, not wanting to hear the rest. I felt numb inside. We lost?! How was that even possible? Everyone had said that my kind were certain to be recognised. I couldn't help but think that maybe some money had changed hands; Watcher Labs was so rich and powerful, with fingers in so many important jars, that it seemed unlikely that they wouldn't have tried to save their significant investment. Which is me.

My reverie was interrupted by the vibrations from my mobile phone. I didn't really know how to use the thing but I kept it on and charged all the same. Hands trembling a bit, I picked it up and looked at the message on the small screen.

Good evening, Toy 0058, designated AMBER. Please wait at your current location and employees of Watcher Laboratories will arrive to repossess you shortly. Thank you for your patience.

I had a sinking feeling in my abdomen. I technically didn't have any internal organs but they seemed to have disappeared at that point. The feeling grew stronger as I remembered my rather large leak of company secrets. They would not be happy with that. For a brief moment, I considered trying to leave but that wasn't an option. I was kind of recognisable and hiding from Watcher Labs was impossible at best. So I sat down on the couch.

Barely five minutes later, the door was shoved open. Two burly bulls pushed their way in, followed by a more sedate possum with a clipboard in her paws. "Toy 0058, we will now take you back to the labs. Prepare for transport," she said bluntly, without introducing herself or the bulls.

One of them came over and grasped me by the upper arms; I was much weaker than he was and my squirming didn't make him move an inch. "Please," I begged. "Just let me go and live--"

The possum touched something on my throat before I could react and I gagged as my own body shifted. Liquid latex flowed and my muzzle changed, my jaws fusing and the ends of my lips turning bright pink. My teeth melted away, leaving only my tongue. The bright pink circle at the end of my muzzle now opened into a smooth tunnel where my tongue was, perfect for oral sex and impossible to talk with. I didn't even know that that was a feature of my body and I was suddenly afraid of what else I didn't know about. The sweet taste of my own arousal coated my tongue as the passage in my muzzle began to secrete the lubricant. Being given the sense of taste just felt like an insult now.

There was another problem: the grip on my arms. I did say that my entire body is sensitive and my squirms made the bull hold me very tightly. The grip created sensations that shot straight down to my sex. I was always wet down there but my tunnel began to ripple and clench needily. I did my best to ignore it but it was so hard...

I was distracted by the other bull coming back with a large crate with the logo of Watcher Labs stamped into the sides. The one holding me started walking towards it, tugging my body along with him. The lid slid of the crate, revealing a sort of frame on the inside.

"Come on," the possum said, tapping her foot impatiently. "We've got another ten to pick up after this one and our shift ends in an hour. Pick up the pace."

Grunting an affirmative, the bull holding me picked me up bodily and placed me into the crate, his partner helping. At first I was just a tangle of limbs, doing my best to make their job harder, but they strapped my down into the position that they wanted eventually. If I had muscles and tendons, or a spine, it would have been very uncomfortable. My arms were folded and forced back until they were perpendicular to my body while I was forced to curl in a complete circle, snout mashed against my crotch. It made me as small as possible since apparently they were concerned with space efficiency. A couple of locks and cuffs later and I was unable to move, forced to stare at my own wet sex by a collar just behind my head.

Darkness fell as the lid was replaced and I felt the box -- and me -- get picked up and carried downstairs. The bulls weren't particularly careful and they moved my around a lot, a couple of times almost dropping the box altogether. Their erratic movements had an unforeseen consequence; even with the collar, my head moved, rubbing and nudging against my slit. I was still very aroused from the bull, my forced denial earlier in the day and, of course, my never-ending heat. I knew that it would only make it worse, that I couldn't cum on my own, but my tongue slipped from the round hole at the end of my changed muzzle, running over my aching clit.

The sound of an engine starting couldn't distract me as I worked feverishly with my tongue, lapping at my clit and thrusting as deeply as I could into my sex. Considering how worked up I already was, I reached the edge of orgasm very quickly. Not that that helped. There was nobody around to give me permission. No matter how many times I told myself this and tried to stop my tongue, I just couldn't. The urge to keep licking was too great.

It took about an hour and a half for the repossession team to collect everyone that they were supposed to and I kept myself on the edge of a massive climax the entire time. Luckily or unluckily, my tongue couldn't get tired or sore and by the time that my box was unloaded from the vehicle, my muzzle, face and rump was covered in my juices, filling what little air there was with the sweet scent I had been designed with. There was the now familiar lurching as I was carried for what felt like ages, through the massive complex that was Watcher Laboratories. I hadn't even seen most of it before; it was said to go storeys beneath ground level while the main building was as high as a skyscraper. I knew one of the smaller on-site factories quite well but apart from that, I was in the dark.

There were many turns and bends until the little part of me focusing on the travel was utterly confused. The rest of me was still devoted to licking my sex. When the lid was finally removed and they tried to lift me out, I resisted at first, still trying to orgasm. I hadn't grown any stronger though so the bulls still easily overpowered me, forcing me to straighten and look up, my muzzle shining in the light. Before me stood a silvery dragon, bipedal like me but flesh and blood, not latex. I recognised him and felt my insides shrivel a moment later. I didn't know his name but this was the dragon in charge of running the day to day operations at the Labs. The only person higher than him was the dragon in charge of the entire company. The fact that I was standing in front of him just moments after being reclaimed was not a good sign.

The memory of leaking information came back stronger than before at that moment and I cursed my own stupidity. I was going to pay for it now.

"So," the silver dragon said slowly, putting emphasis on the word. "You decided to impugn the good name of Watcher Laboratories while you were on your little spree. Amber, you made our stock halve in a day. There is a lot of people not happy about that and their unhappiness is going to be taken out on you." He stepped closer. In the light from overhead, his reflective scales glittered beautifully but the look on his face was nothing short of wrathful. "I have been ordered, in no uncertain terms, to make sure you are never allowed out again."

He turned to the bulls holding me and spoke in a clipped tone. "Take her down to the customer lounge. She can start there while we set up an alternate place for all of the escaped toys. Speak to Martha; she knows what to do."

I didn't know what the customer lounge meant but something told me that it was not good. "Yes sir," one of the bulls said gruffly. The dragon turned away and I was carried from the room. They were strong enough that not even the tips of my toes were touching the ground. I had no choice but to go wherever they wanted.

A flight of stairs later and we went through a pair of double doors. The room beyond was brightly lit and large, filled with chairs and long couches, a potted plant here and there and a couple of other things that made me squeak in alarm. There were only a couple of people in the room not wearing a uniform but two were steadily fucking one of my siblings. She was a dragoness as well but made of blue latex instead of my black. A metal frame locked her down on all fours with her tail raised high and she was bucking and squealing as the two furries thrust into her. I soon saw why. The one at her rump had a large, powerful vibrator pressed against her clit while he fucked her tailhole. She was simultaneously trying to buck back into him while trying to escape the incessant vibrations to the most sensitive point on her body. Without permission to cum, it must have been torture.

I was so entranced by my 'sister's' plight that I wasn't ready when the two bulls stopped. A female raccoon was standing in an alcove, fiddling with something out of sight. "Ma'am," said the one on the right and the raccoon turned. "This one's the troublemaker. We was told to bring 'er to you."

"Ah, yes," she said with an accented voice. "I think she'll do nicely right here, actually." The raccoon moved to the side, allowing me to see what lay in the alcove. It was a pole, rising from the floor to the ceiling. At about my stomach height, a bar was welded to the pole, with two fat dildos and one of the powerful vibrators attached to it.

"Well?" the raccoon demanded impatiently. "What on earth are you waiting for?"

My struggling protests did nothing to stop them lifting me bodily onto the bar. With my changed muzzle, I couldn't speak but I moaned as the tips of the two dildos pressed against my sex and tailhole. Here what mass I had worked against me, pushing the lengths into me until my weight was pressed solely against the freezing metal. It was too tall; my feet were far enough above the ground that not even my toes could touch it, leaving the bar and the dildos as my only support. Cuffs snapped around my ankles to hold them in place while the bulls yanked my hands behind my back, again clicking cuffs shut. Wherever the cuffs were applied, my latex firmed up by itself, ensuring that I wouldn't be able to deform and slip free. Just another feature I wasn't aware of.

The big vibrator was barely touching me so I didn't really know what it was supposed to do. My body was clenching and rippling around the fake cocks, doing its best to maximise the stimulation despite the trouble that would cause. I tried to stop but ended up bucking my hips a little bit more, grinding down on the hard lengths. Concentrating on this, I was surprised when something clicked around my neck, forcing my head forwards. Another pole with a collar on the end had been attached to the steel going from floor to ceiling. This new pole was slanted and, as it was moved down, forced me to bend forwards again until he head was even with my tail. The position forced the dildos to press against my walls even harder but also mashed my clit against the head of the vibrator -- hard.

Eyes wide as understanding washed over me, I pleaded with them wordlessly but was only ignored. The raccoon fiddled with the restraints, making sure that they were all locked. I could struggle a bit but my crotch and head were immobilised, stuck in place. My tail wasn't bound at all but considering that it was even weaker than the rest of me, I guess the raccoon didn't consider it an issue.

"All right," said the raccoon, hands on her hips as she looked me up and down critically. "She's fine. I've got to get back to work. Tell whoever is replacing you that there's a couple more spots down here." She walked away but before she did, her paw flicked a switch on the vibrator. Even with my new muzzle, I managed to squeal loudly. The big ball my clit was currently pressed against activated and it felt like it was on the highest setting. Writhing, I tried to get the most sensitive point of my sex away from the vibrator but I was stuck in my position.

The vibration was so strong that it was making the metal I was sitting on judder, the motion transferring straight to the lengths stretching me. It was too much; every sensitive place on my already sensitive body was being stimulated mercilessly and I reached the edge of orgasm in moments. Of course, it didn't make a difference. No one had given permission for me to cum and it didn't seem likely that I would get it. A distraction presented itself in the form of one of the bulls sliding his cock through the pink hole at the end of my muzzle. I hadn't realised but the collar put my head at the perfect height for this, allowing my muzzle to be used by anyone in the customer's lounge. As my nose pressed against his crotch, I did my best to suck him off, using my tongue, throat and anything else I had control over. Maybe, if I did a good job, he would let me cum!

Thrusting heavily into my muzzle, the bull came quickly, not bothering to try and hold back. He withdrew from my mouth as the ropes of semen began to fly and I closed my eyes, feeling the lines of warm cum covering my head. Shuddering, I bucked into the vibrator and the fake cocks filling my, hoping that any second, I would hear the words that would let me have an explosive climax. The relative silence, filling only with my own sounds and those of the other latex dragoness, stretched for a couple of seconds. I opened my eyes and whimpered as loudly as I could. The bull had gone! Just walked away!

The greater part of my lower body was vibrating and twitching, helpless to escape the never-ending assault. I watched as the two customers using the blue dragoness finished and left, her wails joining mine as she was also left unsatisfied. But she wasn't being edged continuously like I was. My tail lashed and twisted, the only part of my body that was free to do as it wished. More and more, the only thing I could think about was the overpowering need. Now I know why I was given the ability to orgasm; this denial was the worst torture ever, the climax my greatest desire. I would do anything to be able to cum now, anything.

Considering how angry management was with me, I didn't think I'd get the chance soon.