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Dragonic Comeuppance: Chapter 3

For TeryxC by Exa-Wolf

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"Mmmn, his smell is so good~" I heard a voice moan as I slowly came to. Blinking a few times I was confused as to where I was before finally noticing my gaze was directed to my approaching armpit. "So manly."

My nostrils were flaring as I was taking deep whiffs, smelling a faint musk that was forming from not showering today, and while I normally sniff myself just to see if I need to bathe or not this feeling I was getting as my nose was pressed deep into my pit was of arousal.

W-Why am I sniffing myself? And . . . why do I get the feeling I like this? I thought, mind still foggy when I pulled away after a few more sniffs. I found my gaze now pulled towards a large mirror and I was able to see that I was in a bathroom. It was quite modest and small with only a shower, toilet, and sink though my attention was primarily directed at myself in the mirror; who was now fondling my pecs with a look of admiration and lust, tongue lolled out some.

"Meaty buns, heh," I found myself saying despite not wishing to say something so crude about a part of my body. Though . . . I must admit they were quite pronounced and the way my paws were fondling them I quite . . . w-why am I think such things?!

Before I could question that further my right paw drifted down towards something while the left continued to fondle me. W-Why is my paw . . . GAAAGH!!!

I cried out upon my paw stroking my cock, the intense feeling of it nearly blacking me out again as I felt how needy and sensitive it was. The second I did cry out, however, I heard myself gasp and jump back in alarm as my eyes widened.

"M-Mr. Commodore?!" I found myself saying, voice tingled with worry and fear as I was left panting, vision blurry as that paw was finally removed from my very erect cock.

Hah . . . hah . . . hah, was all I managed to get out as I saw my reflection of myself looking worried and meek, ears folded back. Seeing myself in such a state was enough for me to overthrow what I felt below and made me remember everything that had happened to me up to passing out the second time. You.

The mouse that took over my body let out a scared eep and just as I was about to roar, snarl, and growl out in fury that he should get out of me he hastily grabbed a phone that was laying next to the sink; Damian's phone I saw. A tap later and all that fury and rage disappeared and I was left simply fuming about what happened to me.

You used what Damian used on me, I lightly growled to which my possessed self meekly nodded. Stop that! Stop acting submissive while being me! It, urgh!

A wave of needing to release hit me again and I held back a moan from how sensitive my cock was being, the feeling increasing despite it being locked, when I saw him scrolling through what appeared to be the app that controls the device that turned me into this. Damian called it the Instasuit, I thought, becoming intrigued by this device even more despite it being used against me as the mouse controlling my paws tapped something and that needing to cum dampened quite alot.

It was still there but I could now readily control how needy my cock was being and calm myself.

"Is that . . . better, Mr. Commodore?" my reflection asked to which I said it was acceptable. I felt myself smile and felt joy spread throughout my body which was reflected in the mirror as I saw myself with a broad smile.

. . .

Such a sight wasn't too bad but that wouldn't change what had happened to me.

Hey, you mouse. Your name is Alex, correct?

That smile quickly disappeared as the mouse possessing me frowned, ears drooping for some reason. "T-That's right, sir."

I felt sadness though I couldn't understand why but that didn't matter. I'm gonna say this once so listen up. Get out of my body and in return I will guarantee your safety. I can clearly see yo--

"No!" he snarled, baring my fangs. I felt a bit of rage radiate from him and if it was possible I would've took a step back from the intensive aura before the mouse looked surprised by such an outburst before his gaze, and my own, was directed towards the sink. "S-Sorry about that but no. I won't get out of you. Not after . . ."

He trailed off and I felt that feeling of desire return but strangely enough there was admiration as well. I had to be careful going forward so I asked, If I can ask questions why are you complying with that coyote? If he's forcing you I can protect you.

That's when he snorted. "Damian is my friend. A close friend from college and I would trust him with my life. A-And he trusts me too! He showed and told me all about the Instasuit when he didn't have to so that shows how much he trusts me with such a powerful device."

I scoffed and replied, That friend of yours is a user. He uses anything that will allow him to achieve his goals; not to mention bit of a sadist. Did you not see those two men's current state? They're just about broken from being turned into suits and fucked into liking being with a man despite being straight. That's something even I wouldn't do.

"T-That's because of what they and you did to his father. Damian loves his father very much and after what you all did to him it's . . . justified. A-And he does care for them so there's that."

Well . . . I will admit I didn't attend for such an outcome to happen for a man that never sought to ruin me and one that I found appealing to a degree but his downfall was a much needed step in the goal of controlling this city.

I can see that and if our roles were reversed I might do the same but that doesn't mean he can steal three lives away. You know I'm right.

The mouse didn't say anything except to frown.

I continued by saying, Look, I can see you were used by Damian. How, I don't know bu--

"I wasn't used. Damian had his goals for getting you three but mine . . ." he trailed off and I felt that feeling of admiration and desire return as he placed my paws on my chest again, caressing my muscles as I felt lust come from him and realized what his goal was for helping Damian.

You wanted me? You WANTED ME!? I exclaimed, wanting to roar out in rage but what he did to make me calm simply made me steamed. I. Am. A. Dragon! I cannot be controlled by the likes of you!

That's when he giggled and said, "But I'm controlling you, sir. I'm you right now and I have the power. The power this mighty body possesses is mine to control and I don't want to let you go."

Another hit of arousal hit me as the feeling up my body continued as he moaned in my voice, really getting off it seemed from touching me. Growling in frustration at how right he was, for the moment at least, he suddenly giggled, "I see you realize that I'm in control, sir. And now that you're awake and we're alone I can tell you my reasons for following Damian's plan. And that's because I've always . . . wanted you. Ever since you came to my college as a guest lecturer I was smitten with you. You were so regal, so charming, so respectable that I was drawn to you more so than anyone I've met. I was smitten enough that when I graduated I wanted to work under you at one of your many businesses despite the better offers presented to me in Northbridge."

From his, no, MY eyes I saw indeed looks of longing and infatuation. "I wanted to ask you out right away but I was too shy, too meek, to do it and even if I wasn't you were either too busy or with other people that I couldn't get close to you."

Alex then moved his, no!, my paws to my face and began rubbing my fluffy cheeks, eyes becoming half-lidded. "So I bided my time, hoping to catch you alone and to gather my courage though part of me didn't think that would happen. But to my surprise it did!" I felt my tail wag some, lightly smacking the bathroom floor in glee. "I was so happy that a chance presented itself I drew up my courage and approached you with the hopes of it ending well for the both of us!"

. . . I had no clue about any of that except a vague, vague memory of someone approaching me with lust for me but . . . was it really him?

I hate to say this but I have no clue to what you're inferring, I found myself saying and clicked my tongue for that since I wished to win him over enough to get out of me.

But instead of getting upset, a smidge of sadness could be felt though, he sighed and lightly smiled. "Of course you wouldn't remember me, sir. I'm just a little mouse who tends to blend in with the crowd. I don't really stand out despite my work proving me better than my co-workers and even that doesn't get me much attention. So I'm fine if you don't remember but I wished you did since it meant I had an impression on you."

I didn't know what to say about that when he picked up the phone and began scrolling through that app again. When I asked what he was planning he simply said, "I'm going to help you remember. That day you rejected me and the reason why you're in this situation. It's the least I can do."

And with a tap everything before me went black.

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Finally done with work, I thought as the elevator doors opened up and I stepped inside. Pressing the button for the lobby I let loose a rather long yawn before smacking my lips abit. Could go for something to eat and a nice drink too. Wonder if Damian is free to join me?

That coyote was always busy as owner and manager of his bar that it felt like forever since we last hung out. Sure, there were the occasional texts and calls between us but I wanted to go see a movie or something since he was one of the few friends I have.

Contemplating if I should text him or simply drive to Rockhaven to see if he is, indeed, working the elevator doors opened up. Stepping out I saw that the lobby was empty for once, which was very rare, and that Patricia, the receptionist, was missing from the front desk.

Probably on break, I thought, heading for the door before noticing someone sitting in one of the leather chairs on the far side of the lobby after getting closer to the door. Is . . . that him?

His back was to me, only seeing his head bend down some as he appeared to be on his phone, but I would never mistake that lush, golden mane, those dazzling blue scales, or those regal horns for anyone else; even the aura of a respected man such as he could not be mistaken for another as I felt from where I was.

W-W-Why is Mr. Commodore here?! Is he w-waiting for someone? Is that why Patricia is missing so she can go fetch them? I thought, looking around again and there was no one else but he and I. My hopes and dreams of catching him alone were right before me but . . . I felt alittle afraid to simply approach him. What if he's in a mood? H-Has he been waiting long enough to make him unapproachable?

Though from what I could tell on closer inspection, checking his body language, he was quite lax if not abit bored. Okay, he seems to be in a pleasant enough mood for me to talk b-but what do I do?! I-I can't just approach him and say hello!

Head swimming on the pros and cons on whether or not I should go to him I finally shook my head and gathered my courage. Such an opportunity isn't likely to come again. The fates have aligned such a meeting so who am I to spit in their faces by cowering away! So, puffing up my chest and taking a deep breath before exhaling, I walked confidently over to Mr. Commodore.

His ears twitched and I saw him look up from his phone, turning to me with a raised eyebrow. That aura of a leader, of a man of his stature hit me square in the chest, and I lightly faltered and considered running away but shook it off as I continued heading his way.

"H-Hello, Mr. Commodore, sir," I said, trying to control my nerves that I was finally talking to him. "I saw you waiting here and couldn't help but approach you to say hello."

Mr. Commodore's golden eyes seem to bore into me, making me swallow hard as he appeared to be able to see the very depths of my soul, before he lightly smirked. "Why thank you. I appreciate the gesture."

Relaxing alittle I nodded and asked, "Are you waiting for someone, sir? I can see about getting them if that's the case."

But he waved me off with his rather strong paw. "No, that's quite alright. I'm actually waiting for my driver to come pick me up since today's meeting ended earlier than I expected." I was surprised since I had no idea he was here and cursed myself for that failure of not noticing his arrival before he smiled at me. "So don't mind me, um . . ."

"I-It's Alex, sir. Alex Benson"

Another smile. "Yes, Alex. Thank you for asking." He then regarded me like he was appraising me, making me abit nervous yet happy to perk his attention. "By the way is there something you need, Alex? It appears there's something you wish to ask me from what I'm picking up."

I was left flabbergasted that he could pick that up when he lightly chuckled, no doubt my surprised expression I accidentally revealed was the cause before he pocketed his phone.

"Care to take a seat, Alex? I have abit of time to spare."

"R-Really?" I asked, smiling some and feeling abit giddy as he said my name before composing myself. He nodded and I took the seat across from him. I can't believe this is happening! I squealed girlishly in my head while keeping my face in check as Mr. Commodore laced his paws together, resting them in his lap as he crossed a leg over the other. Such a sight was something I could only see from videos and photos of him (though mainly in my dreams) as he raised an eyebrow for me to speak. "T-Thank you, Mr. Commodore. I appreciate you letting me speak with you."

He smirked. "I'm not arrogant enough to ignore when my employees wish to speak with me about something. No matter how important it is I'm always willing to listen when time affords me to. So please, go ahead."

Kyaa! I mentally squealed at how regal that was and the way he was sitting as he said that made my heart race! "Thank you, sir. So . . ."

"So?"

I swallowed hard. "W-Well, I was wondering if you're . . . seeing anyone. I know that sounds like I'm being nosy but alot of people in the office have been saying you've . . . been seen with someone but no one can say if that's true or not. It's kinda distracting and if it continues it might affect our work so I thought to ask and tell them afterwards so those rumors can be put to rest."

Gah! I should've phrased that better! But looking at him, that hunk of a man, he didn't seem too upset or bothered by my question.

"Am I seeing someone, huh? Well, you can tell everyone that I'm not seeing anyone." I mentally sighed. "But I have been on a few dates, nothing serious so that rumor of being seen with someone is true."

That . . . was a bit hard to hear but if he's been on a few dates that means he hasn't found the right guy. Maybe . . .

As I thought of that his phone went off and after checking it he seemed to be abit chipper. "It appears my driver will be here any minute now," he said, getting up and straightening his tie. "It was short bu--"

"Mr. Commodore, w-would you like to, um, go for drinks? I-I know a good place we can go to have some," I said, getting abit braver. "We can talk some more and maybe, well, see how it goes."

He just stared at me, showing off an amused look. "I'm sorry dear mouse but I'll have to decline. If it was simply drinks I might consider it but the vibe you're so desperately trying to contain is one who wishes to pursue me and that is why I decline your offer."

"W-Why?"

"Because it doesn't make sense of someone of my stature to be with one such as yourself," he replied with a small chuckle. "We're of two different worlds and even if you were the same as me I'm looking for someone like myself; someone who can stand next to me instead of behind. A co-leader if you will instead of a follower which you, little mouse, are and," his demeanor changed to show him being uninterested as he then brushed off some lint from his suit, "I do not care for that in a man that I wish as my partner."

I felt crushed by that and slumped alittle. I'm . . . not good enough? Only because I'm not like him?

He continued with, "If that upsets you I'm sorry but that's just how it is. Blame romance novels and movies for placing such ideas of fancy in your head that make you believe you and I can be together in such a way."

"But . . ."

He sighed, looking annoyed now. "Alec, it will never happen. Even if you completely change yourself to one such as I, which is impossible for someone like yourself, your inner nature is that of a meek follower. And like I said I do not desire that in a partner because in my life a follower like that is a liability. Just be glad your kind can be of use to me and if you can't accept what I've said then I suggest you consider another place of employment. Now excuse me because I must be going."

And with that he left.

. . .

I felt so downtrodden that I didn't know what to do and once I saw him leave I felt my ears droop. What was I going to do now that Mr. Commodore rejected me? This was my one chance to see if we could be together and now it was gone.

Balling my fists up, getting upset with this rejection, I wanted to chase after him and convince him that he was wrong . . . but Mr. Commodore is never wrong about things. How else could he get to where he is by being wrong? It was such a confusing confliction, even more so since he just got my name wrong, that I really needed someone else's opinion and there was one person that could help me.

Pulling my phone I called up Damian before everything suddenly went black.

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Blinking a few times I saw that I was back in that coyote's bathroom and it took me a moment to process what I just saw/experienced. It . . . it was like I had relived that memory of his like it was my own and was somewhat dumbfounded by that but that soon changed when I realized why this mouse had accepted Damian's offer.

You did all of this just because I rejected you? Are you insane!? Someone doesn't do that unless--

"They're madly in love," he interrupted, hugging him--my--self with an ecstatic look. "Like I said I've fallen for you, Mr. Commodore. I want you and I wished to be with you so when you rejected me it hurt but that didn't change how I felt about you. Even after what Damian told me about what you did to him and who you really are it didn't change my mind. If anything it just seemed to enforce how regal and manly you were that my desire to be with you seemed to magnify."

He giggled and kept on hugging me before he suddenly frowned. "And that's when I realized that to have you I needed to make you a suit to be worn. I can't have you be with someone else because you need me just like I need you. A loving follower is better than an equal because unlike him I would NEVER betray you. That's why I helped Damian in his plan and being someone not easily noticed I was able to find and ask about your schedule to see the best time to get you alone and your attendance to the gala without security was our chance to get you. So please accept this, sir, because me and Damian deserve this; me more than anything."

T-This was madness! Utter madness! This . . . this deranged fanatic wasn't one that could be bargained with since what he wanted was myself and it pissed me off so much I wanted to roar out but that device was preventing me from doing so.

Do you know how you sound!?

"Yes, I do. I admit I'm deranged for loving you after knowing who you really are but I rather be one than to give you up. To see you with," he growled, showing off my fangs again, "another man annoys me to no end. So no, you need only me and no one else with the sole exception being Damian in your life."

I didn't know what to think about this when there was a knock on the door before it opened and Damian was there.

"I've told you to not keep me waiting, Teryx," he said, looking rather smug as he leaned against the door frame.

Alex shivered upon being called my name and I immediately showed my displeasure in that but he just shivered again, the feelings he was giving off telling me he liked when I got on to him.

No doubt a masochistic sub who gets off being dominated, I thought when Damian chuckled before coming over and began to wash his paws.

"S-Sorry about taking so long, Damian. I just got caught up in, well, you know."

The coyote's reflection in the mirror smirked. "I kinda figured you would so you'll just have to make it up to me later. Just know I won't take it easy with you that much considering who you're wearing." Alex made me nod, smiling bashfully as I got the feeling he would prefer to be roughed up to my shock and minor outrage. "But let's wait until that dragon wakes up before we get to the fun."

"Oh, he's awake now. We talked and I revealed to him why I'm doing this to him though I did have to calm him down while lessening the edging we caused since it felt like he would pass out again."

Damian nodded in approval before suddenly turning around and grabbing my cock with that wet paw of his, squeezing hard. While I winced from that Alex let out a gasp and I felt pleasure coming from him as the coyote squeezed abit harder. "I'm really enjoying this look Alex is making you show me." He lightly growled, the mouse shivering in response. "Seeing you so . . . defenseless is such a turn on."

To prove that point his cock was slowly coming out of his sheath I saw as Alex was panting, moaning abit when Damian let go to my relief while the mouse whimpered. Patting my fluffy cheeks the coyote said, "Don't worry. Once we get to the bedroom you'll get your fill."

He winked and Alex lightly giggled for some reason that was unknown to me before wiping his paws off on a nearby hanging towel and grabbed his phone, telling the mouse to follow him. With a slight wag of his tail, making me lightly growl at such an action, Alex followed Damian down a hallway and past a few doors before reaching one that I guess was the coyote's room. Going inside I saw that it was a rather nice-sized bedroom with the furniture--a king-sized canopy bed, black dresser with matching nightstands, a bookcase filled with Blu-rays and possibly games, and an entertainment system with a large flat screen TV resting on it--costing quite the pretty penny.

There was also a set of double doors off to the side that no doubt led to a walk-in closet and another door close-by that led to the master bathroom but my focus was soon drawn to the raccoon and badger. Both of them were dressed in harnesses now and their speedos missing as they stood at attention upon our arrival.

"A-Are they, um, going to watch?" Alex said, making me flustered at the sight of Logan and Ronald who, I saw, had quite the hard erections. Ronald's seemed to be longer and slimmer while the opposite was for Logan; his being average in length while being girthier.

I had believed it to be the opposite but such a sight is quite pleasing, I thought before getting the feeling of displeasure sent my way from Alex, who no doubt heard me to my own displeasure.

"At first, yeah, but don't worry because the only one getting in that ass of yours is me," he explained before turning to me with that dark look as he smiled. "You know what that means, right Teryx?"

. . .

. . .

It took me a moment to process that and when it did I began to roar in fury. NOOOOO!!!! I WILL NOT BOTTOM!!!!

I raged out as much as that infernal device let me, making the mouse wince some to my pleasure, before I caught sight of Damian tap away on his phone. At first I didn't feel anything change when Alex said he could no longer hear me; which made me roar out even more!

"I've muted him. Can't have him spoil this for us though I'm surprised he's just now realizing he's gonna bottom; kinda implied it with his driver and the talk we had earlier."

That's when I felt my ears droop. "I was really hoping to hear him though," Alex pouted as Damian rolled his eyes.

"I know you've told me your kinks when we were planning this but being a masochistic is pretty out-there for my tastes though," he came over and began kissing me, dominating my tongue into submission as the mouse moaned alittle. It lasted for a minute or two before he broke the kiss, staring at me with domineering lust and continued, "I've become bit of the sadist ever-since I got the Instasuit so who am I to judge on what gets you off since that just means I get to see that dragon look truly submissive."

My tail lightly wagged in response as Damian handed his phone over to Ronald and told him to check my vitals; that if it looked like I was about to pass out to then dial it down to a manageable degree to which the raccoon replied, "Very well, Master," as the coyote then turned back to Alex and myself. He then proceeded to order the mouse to the bed and he happily complied without a second thought as I continued to order them to stop.

I shouted for him to stop being so happy when he reached the pillows; yelled at him when he asked if he should be on his back or on his paws-n-knees; exclaimed when the coyote said to be on his back and as he did so Alex lifted my legs into the air, spreading them wide open, as he presented myself to that very erect, very large canine shaft that was slowly approaching me.

I continued to yell, shout, and exclaim to no avail as that mutt licked his lips, clearly enjoying himself at what that submissive little mouse was forcing me to be. A humiliation that I was sure to return in force once I was free and was pounding all their ass's.

"Thank you so much for this moment, Alex. Without you I wouldn't have him like this," he said as he climbed into bed and slowly approached me, staring at me intensively with the eyes of a predator. Once he was in front of me he sat up and proceeded to stick one of his fingers into his mouth and when he brought it out it was coated in his saliva. "As a courtesy I'll be prepping that hole now instead of just ramming my cock into it. Be thankful, Teryx."

"I am," Alex said despite myself not agreeing to that and getting pissed that mouse was now pretending to be me. "I've been bad and deserve whatever you think is right."

Damian raised an eyebrow at that before smirking. "Role-play, eh? I can go with that, Teryx." The mouse shivered and using my paws he grabbed hold of my butt cheeks and helped reveal my virgin tailhole to which the coyote growled in approval. "Yes, Teryx, just like that. Listen to your new master and all will be well. Let him have that which no one has ever touched before and show me how you'll love it."

"O-Of course, Master," that fucking mouse made me say in a lustful tone.

Licking his lips he brought that saliva coated finger to my hole before he began rimming around it in a way to tease me (an action that reminded me of what I do to those I bottom which irked me). As that continued Alex began making me whimper, spreading my cheeks abit more, to which Damian simply chuckled before he finally stopped teasing and slowly pushed his finger inside.

S-Stop!! D-Don't do, urgh, this!

I could feel as it pushed in, grunting and wincing with how thick that finger seemed to be and what felt like an agonizing amount of time it finally entered all the way. Panting, me more so that the mouse, the coyote began moving his finger around inside, wiggling here and there, and I . . . I didn't know how to describe it but I-I hated it just the same. And to my regretful joy he slowly pulled it out before forcing it back in to my dismay.

He repeated such actions for some time, lightly growling at the pleased expression Alex was making my face into as Damian kept wiggling around, having fun with that smug look he was showing. It went on for far too long before the coyote quickly pulled his finger out completely, a slight popping sound could be heard, and I let out a heavy sigh of relief as Alex showed his displeasure with another whimper.

"M-Master~ Put it back~" he moaned out.

"Heh, don't worry. You'll get what's due but now let's try two fingers." He then proceeded to coat two fingers with his saliva before pushing both of them into my poor hole with less resistance.

Stop! I order you to stop! I exclaimed, grimacing in slight pain, but he repeated fingering me with those two fingers for a time, widening them abit to try to stretch my hole in the process which did not feel good to me . . . I-I meant it, it did not feel good. And thankfully it didn't last as long as before when he finally pulled his fingers out.

"How's his readings?" I heard Damian say to Ronald as I panted, watching him wipe his fingers on the bed.

"Stable though it's saying he's somewhat uncomfortable."

"Well, that's normal considering he's never bottomed before," he remarked before telling Logan to grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand. To which the badger happily complied and I heard the sound of a drawer being opened and closed and then saw said badger hand a bottle over to Damian soon after. "This might be abit cold, Teryx."

"Hurry~" Alex moaned out, eyes becoming half-lidded (obscuring some of my vision in the process) when I saw the coyote narrow his eyes. What happened next made me wince, my eyes widening, as I saw Damian slap the side of my ass quite hard.

"Bad dragon, you don't give the commands. If I want to take my time then so be it but don't you dare order me around." He slapped me again, arousal seeping over to me as Alex moaned out that he would listen. "Good~ If you behave I might let you cum but that depends on a certain someone."

B-Bastard, I thought back, trying to send him my anger and frustrations to no end as I felt my cock become even needier (most of that coming from Alex) though it didn't so much as twitch, throb, or leak; which was both good and bad I gathered.

Good because I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cum and think it was due to him but it was bad because that need to release was increasing, slowly becoming intolerable.

How is someone like him not begging to cum? I thought, perplexed how that mouse wasn't giving in and able to deal with this, ugh, need, as I caught sight of Damian popping the lid off of the bottle and watched as he hovered it over my ass.

Flipping it over I saw clear goo come out of it slowly before he lightly squeezed it and watched it jettison out, dousing my poor pucker. As I drew a quick breath at how cold it was I saw Damian then squirt some into his paw and spread it over his cock before tossing the bottle aside and scooched up alittle to me.

"Here comes my mighty blade, the perfect tool to "slay" this bad dragon," he stated with a lustful smirk, making me cringe with how corny that was, as I felt my tail thump against the bed in anticipation. "Any last words before I sheathe you with it?"

"B-Be gentle," Alex made me say though the feelings I got from him were wishing for the opposite. "Please."

As he snickered I could feel the tip of his cock around my pucker, feeling him move it around alittle in that frustratingly teasing manner before wincing as it slowly entered me. "If I was a knight then I would but since I'm not," he slowly pushed more of his cock into me--the thickness of it increasing--before stopping, the size of it being too much for me despite what he did earlier with his fingers, as he grabbed hold of my legs, "you must face your punishment!"

I roared out as he, without warning, thrusted his cock into me all-at-once and I could feel that knot of his touch my hole; thankful it was too big to enter as I felt like passing out. But for some reason I didn't, some of my clarity returned to me instead, as Alex cried out in bliss when Damian immediately pulled out to where he was before.

Stop th . . . GAAAGH!!!

He thrusted once more, his grip on my legs tightening, before quickly pulling back out and thrusted all-at-once again. I was left gasping from that as he started hammering into me, growling out, "So fucking tight! I'm gonna enjoy breaking you in, your insides conforming to my cock's shape and size!"

"YESSSS!!!" Alex exclaimed, panting and letting my tongue loll out as he enjoyed this rough pounding while I was left grimacing and gasping in pain. I couldn't understand how he could enjoy this and wished for it to end but it didn't as I felt Damian's hips against Alex's, no!, my ass as our balls slapped together each time he thrusted forward.

As that continued for quite some time, Damian's stamina seemingly endless and Alex still somewhat coherent as he begged to go deeper, I was slowly getting used to it but I wished to simply pass out so I wouldn't have to deal with this continuing. And the cause of that, I gathered from the corner of my eye, was that raccoon tapping ever-so-often on Damian's phone. He was preventing me from escaping from this situation as he and Logan watched us with rapt attention, one paw stroking their leaky cocks.

I-I'll get you, urgh, back for this you . . . s-sluts! I grimaced when Damian hit a certain spot that made bottoms cry out in bliss when I topped them. N-No! Not . . . there!

And yet when he hit it I let out a loud moan and was thankful that I was muted from them as he kept repeatedly hitting it, making me gasp as I felt a two-fold of pleasure coming from not only myself but also Alex. Such a thing to experience was so humiliating but what was worse was how my ass was clenching against that mutt's cock, like it was trying its best to keep it inside me.

"Still there, Teryx?" Damian huffed, looking pleased with himself as he began to slightly slow down in his rutting. "Want me to slow down?"

Y-Yes!

"Noooo~"

The coyote grinned and with that sped up with his pounding, each time that knot hit he seemed to press harder and harder like he was trying to force it inside. And just as I thought he might, really pushing it forward, I felt his cock throb a few times before he let loose a howl and began filling me up with his warm spunk. It seemed to never end as he lightly humped into me, trying to shoot further into my bowels before I felt it slowly come to an end as he was left panting some.

Wiping his forehead, smiling down at me, he began to slowly pull his cock out to my relief as I felt his cum try to leave when my ass clenched and I realized that blasted mouse was trying to keep it inside me the best he could.

I-Is he trying . . . to humiliate me . . . more? I panted out as I felt Alex getting even needier, feeling like he wanted to be used as a cum dump even more.

"D-Damian~ I . . . need more, please~"

Damian snorted and I thought he might be finished but his cock still seemed erect, ready for another round. "Don't worry, Teryx. As your master I'll be giving you even more and more to your hearts content." He then turned to Logan and snapped his fingers as the badger quickly came over, practically jumping up-n-down. "Gotta make sure my suits get their turns, right Logan?"

"Right, Master!"

The coyote chuckled before telling Ronald he was next and to keep making sure I stayed conscious through it all. I wanted to disagree and shout as he went over to Logan and entered him, the badger's blissful expression soon changing into a domineering one as he climbed into the bed and proceeded to fuck me again as the badger.

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I don't know how long it's been since that night. I lost count after a few days but if I had to guess it's been weeks maybe.

Or has it been a month or two?

I-I'm not sure. It's just hard to process it all with all the fucking Damian's been giving me as himself, as Logan, and as Ronald. Most of the time Alex is inside me (who only bottoms) but sometimes, when he's at work, Damian would do me without the mouse inside me while those other two watch or doing each other; though he's alot rougher (slapping my ass repeatedly and gripping my poor, sensitive cock hard) and when I'm on my paws-n-knees he'll lay on top of me, biting down on my neck to prove his dominance as he threatens to slip his knot into me if I don't behave.

. . . which he's done a few times with all the times I've been screwed by them and my somewhat loose tailhole as proof to that.

The worse part (besides my loose, non-virgin tailhole) is that I've barely had any orgasms. That night, after being fucked three times, I never cummed despite begging for that release that had been built up and while Damian asked Alex if he wanted to that blasted mouse wouldn't; saying he wanted to enjoy the edging more.

And thanks to that I'm simply forced to bear it as my cock is locked in place when Alex wears me or when I don't have someone inside me since they can control my orgasms by suppressing them while leaving behind the feeling to release. Thankfully such torture is relieved when Damian wears me, letting me cum when he tops them and when he bottoms for that raccoon and badger though I don't really care for his teasing remarks after I moan out in bliss.

It's such a humiliation and in the beginning I thought to just bear it. That someone might come to my rescue, to notice that something was amiss, but Damian and Alex somehow make sure that doesn't happen while pretending to be me; almost like they have access to my memories and knowledge. And as they go about as me they make sure to go to some of my meetings, attend a few social gatherings, and show up to some events to give the illusion that "Teryx Commodore" is still normal but most of the time they simply leave my work up to my board of directors to decide what is best for Commodore Industries.

While my peons flounder around those two go out and have fun spending my money and going to clubs I own or those that are too high class and exclusive for plebeians like them to attend; though that coyote has been suggesting one sex club in Northbridge (one that I've never heard before) that he might take Alex to since you can only get in from an invitation from another member or the owner with he himself being a member.

And if you disregard the pretending to be me and the sex it was better than what they sometimes do by making me a full suit, a simple realistic costume, and leaving me put away in Damian's closet. I'm left there--in a shoe cubby no less--in near complete darkness (a slight strip of light at the foot of the door as some solace) for long stretches of time while they're at work.

In that time not worn I'm left with my thoughts, unable to sleep yet not growing tired, and in that time I come up with ways to escape so I can get back at them and to make them suffer. To do to them what they did to me and oh how my mind works at what I might do them that I laugh madly!

. . .

But Damian seems to know when that happens when he wears me and in turn punishes me for such thoughts by doing things I hate in his bedroom. He'll begin by setting up a camera that'll take photos and/or videos of me in compromising situations and when that happens he'll dress me up in various slutty outfits but for the most part it's a harness and a speedo; his go-to attire it seems.

After that he'll begin by making me blow Ronald or Logan (who wore a badger and raccoon mask respectively to hide their identities and/or to mess with them) for abit. Lubing up their dicks before having me bottom for them, having them call me names to degrade me, and using my voice as his call them my owners during it all while loudly explaining how I liked to be fucked with such a lustful look on my face.

If that wasn't bad enough sometimes he'll have me (and him) start a spit-roast with the two by sucking Logan off while Ronald fucks from behind before it then becomes me deep throating Ronald's cock and taking that thick dick of Logan's. Once that's over he'll get out of me (grabbing himself a mask of a dragon (to my ire)) and fuck me while I'm fucking either the badger or the raccoon but my body is locked up so my thrusts into either of them are controlled by him.

"You should be happy I'm helping you fuck him considering what you did," he would growl into my ear sometimes as my cock is begging to cum but can't. At that point he'll cum into me and either leave me sprawling on the floor or bed, panting for the need of release, or hold it and enter me so my load can join with his and fill up whoever I was screwing.

Once he gets done he'll always tell me he'll release the videos and photos to the public and make me watch as everything I've built comes crashing down yet he never does. I cannot understand that because when he wears me I can feel how much he dislikes me and wishes to humiliate me for what I've done but he never goes through with it. My guess is that he and Alex enjoy being me too much to allow such a thing to occur or it's just a way to make me more complicit to them.

. . .

. . .

Which is getting harder and harder to control with everything that is happening. The feeling of being worn, of feeling what they're feeling, to bottom for them, and how I'm without control has left me . . . conflicted. I can now see how he just about broke Logan and Ronald but I'm a dragon and have more willpower than those two traitorous sluts; not to mention I'm gay to begin with which helps. So I will never become a slave to that coyote . . . though I get annoyed with how tender and loving he can be to them.

They were just as complicit as me in bringing his father down and yet he treats them with care and allows them to roam about his condo without issue; that changes if he has guests over and they get turned to complete suits to join me in his closet (who, to my annoyance, places both of them atop myself). So when I see how well they are while I, Teryx Commodore, don't receive the same attention is grueling and infuriates me beyond belief.

And of course he picks up on that as well and tells me that as their owner and master he should reward them for their loyalty and good behavior. "If you just submit you too can enjoy this," he says to which I scoff at him and say I'll never be his pet before he shrugs his shoulders and then puts me away again after using me to fuck them.

The only reward I desire is freedom and because of that never being granted I will endure it all; I won't allow him or that mouse to break me. I won't end up like those two needy, begging to be worn, slaves. I will not accept my life as a suit! I will resist the temptations of a carefree, pampered existence that they have! I will endure everything they throw at me!

I will endure! Because I'm a dragon! I am Teryx Commodore!

I repeat that mantra over-n-over.

I will endure! Because I'm a dragon! I am Teryx Commodore!

It's what keeps me sane in the moments in that closet while those two traitors live it up while fucking Mas . . . Damian and Alex. They can be cum dumps for all I care. I can endure the edging, the need to release, and the empty feeling of not being worn. I'm a superior existence to all of them!

I will . . . endure! Because I'm a dragon! I am Teryx Commodore!

Even if . . . it feels good to be worn. Even if I'm feeling a smidge of jealousy at those two and how that mutt allows them to snuggle up to him in bed. I c-can resist such feelings like the great man I am.

I-I . . . will endure! Because I'm . . . a dragon? I am Teryx . . . Commodore!

Even when Alex wears me and I feel his twisted love for me. How he gets off by being me and letting the coyote or those other two dominate us, er, him. Even when Damian teases me about my life as a suit while dominating me. Even though I know . . . I'm starting to feel something strange about both of them.

I-I . . . will . . . endure. B-Because I'm . . . a d-dragon suit? I am . . . T-Teryx . . . Commodore.

Even when Alex and Damian role-play as me in bed and when they do things I don't like. Even when I'm making out with them both and enjoying what they feel. Even when Master, er, D-Damian taunts me by showing off how well Ronald and Logan are by wearing them in front of me. How easy . . . it would be to comply or to be worn all the time.

I-I . . . w-will . . . e-e-endure. B-B-Because . . . I'm a . . . s-suit? I-I am . . . T-Teryx.

. . .

. . .

Must resist. Must . . . resist. M-Must . . . r-resist. M-Must . . . r-re . . . sist!

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"Time to get up," a voice said before a splash of water hit me in the face, immediately waking me up. I was left spluttering and coughing a few times before slowly opening my eyes. What I saw as I lifted my head was Master Damian standing in front of me, an empty glass in one paw and his phone in the other. "Come on now, sit up."

I simply nodded, earning a smirk, before I pushed myself off his bedroom floor and into a sitting position; ignoring the slight stinging of the tattoo on my butt they had gotten me two days prior.

"D-Damian, you should let him rest some more," I heard Alex say with concern in his voice and turned to see the worried expression the mouse had. "You really worked him over after getting him that tattoo on his butt."

The tattoo they were talking about, 'Suite 4 Life', was Master Damian's way of not only humiliating me even more but also to remind me that I was a suit for both him and the mouse to wear from now on. I still feel . . . conflicted at them debasing my body but I know that expressing it would only result in being locked in the closet again.

Not able to quench the hollow feeling I have that they caused me to have. Only when I'm worn can it go away and I can see how Ronald and Logan feel when they're not worn by someone. Such a cruel yet effective way to bend someone to your will that made me admire Master Damian just abit more.

"Yeah, you might be right," Master Damian said, his face softening as he turned to address his friend. "I guess he deserves some slack with how well he's coming along. But," he turned back towards me as I panted some, still abit tired, and crossed his arms, "he's still being defiant to his current life. Still resisting his fate but he is a dragon after all so I guess it's expected. Kinda proud he's lasted for so long."

That confliction returned, bit annoyed by what he said yet alittle happy for the praise, when he walked over to his nightstand and placed the empty glass on it before going over to Alex. I watched as they began whispering something, only able to pick up a few words thanks to how tired I still was and abit confused about them, when Master Damian came back before I could think more about it.

"I've talked with Alex and seeing how well you've done to resist so far I want to reward you," he said, making me abit happy but perplexed as well. "So you have two options. The first is to remain like this, someone to be worn by me or Alex, without resisting. If you do that I'll show you the tender love-n-care I've been giving your fellow suits and with time will allow you to roam around my place without keeping you body locked or turned into a complete suit.

"I'll even let you fuck them both without me inside and give you a bit of control when I'm wearing you and pretending to be you. Quite the good offer, yeah?"

Such an offer did . . . sound good. I wanted to be taken care of like those other two suit sluts and it would be really good to fuck them into submission for all the times they've did me. And the offer to have some control when they're doing my work or out enjoying themselves would be good.

But . . . I would still be Master Damian's to control. Such an offer was damaging to my pride (what's left of it) so I asked about the other offer so I could carefully consider all options before deciding.

"Ever the businessman," the coyote said, sounding impressed by what I said . . . which made me a smidge happy to hear. "So the other option is pretty simple. You can be yourself again."

I furrowed my brow, confused. "W-What do you . . . mean?"

I was already myself, though abit mentally changed, but I was still myself. What he just said didn't make much sense but . . . could that mean I can be free? To go back to my old life and out of this place?

"It's like I said. You can be yourself again. You can leave and be you again. You won't have to be treated like this again if you don't want to so choose. Be a suit or be yourself."

I don't like how he emphasized those you's and it doesn't make sense to let me go with everything I know and what happened despite that damaging evidence but . . . I know what I want.

"I wanna . . . be me," I said when Master Damian smiled . . . and immediately tapped on his phone. I felt that familiar feeling of my body locking up and with eyes wide asked what he was doing as my head was the only thing that wasn't locked.

"Oh, nothing much. Just prepping you for your return." Confused by that I watched him go over to Alex and place a paw on the mouse's shoulder. "Are you sure about this? There's no going back and you have your family to think about."

The mouse nodded. "I'm sure. As for my family, well, I found that website you got the Instasuit from and I have something coming in the mail to solve that."

With that I saw the coyote smile softly before they both turned to me. "W-What's going on?"

That's when Master Damian smirked. "I already told you. You are going to be free to be yourself but Alex will be joining you. On a more . . . permanent basis. You understand, right? He'll be you. A better you and will be in control."

Before I could react he tapped his phone again and felt my head lock up, preventing me from changing my mind or to object as I watched the mouse strip out of his clothes. As he did so his eyes never left mine, that same look of longing and infatuation I've seen so many times before but I've come to see it as domineering. That was that submissive mouse's way of being dominant over me with his twisted admiration, infatuation, and love of me that now he wasn't content of simply wearing me.

He now wanted to be me.

Completely.

No. Please no! I-I'll change! I'll . . . be better. Just . . . don't take away . . . my control.

But they couldn't hear my pleas as Alex finished getting undressed and came over to me. I felt that zipper being pulled down, my continued pleas changing to coos of pleasure and begs to be worn. I know it was wrong but now that the zipper was being pulled down I had to be filled. And when that zipper reached the base of my tail I heard the heavy pants of Alex behind me as Master Damian had an unreadable expression.

"Be seeing you," Alex said when I felt him place his paws on my shoulders before he began to enter me. I nearly blacked out in ecstasy but Master Damian did like he normally did and prevented that with a few taps of his phone. Panting, mentally drooling from what I felt as the mouse slipped his legs, his tail, and his arms into mine (since my cock wasn't out before I was locked he couldn't place it inside but I felt it rub around the area where it would be, cooing some) before finally slipping his head inside.

I could hear his excited pants, his breath hitting inside me that made me shiver, as he made me reach behind me and grab hold of the zipper. Nooo~ P-Please~

It's alright, other me. I'll be sure to take care of us and you won't disappear. I'll be the conscious you lost or weren't born with, Alex consoled me, already thinking of himself as me, as I tried my best to resist, growling some as the zipper began pulling up. Just be a good dragon and you won't have to be a suit again if you don't want to.

I paused when he said that. I . . . didn't want to be a suit anymore. I wanted to be free but this wasn't freedom if I lost control! I mustered even more of my former rage, my pride as a d-dragon, to resist as the mouse sighed in relief when he finished pulling the zipper all the way. After that he proceeded to give Master Damian a thumbs up and I knew what that meant.

Conforming.

And with a press that familiar bombardment returned and I just barely, barely kept my sanity as my eyes blinked on their own and I felt myself breath in deeply through my nose before exhaling it through my mouth.

"Ready?" I heard Master Damian say as I was left gasping, mind still reeling from the conforming, as A-Alex(?) made me get up, swaying alittle.

"Y-Yeah, just a moment," the dragon(?) said, no doubt feeling how tired I was as he was now me. He took a few deep breaths, closing my eyes for a moment as I then felt him massage certain sore spots on my body. It . . . felt really good, which seemed to not only help my body but help calm me as well. "I told you he needed more rest. I can, ugh, feel how tired his body is."

"I said you were right before, sheesh," Master Damian said as Alex opened my eyes, seeing the coyote rubbing the back of his neck, frowning some but looking genuinely sorry for putting me in this state. He sighed before looking to me, that frown changing to a soft smile before walking behind me. I could feel his paw pushing back my mane and felt him grab hold of the zipper device. "Are you sure about this, Alex? We can always keep doing what we've been doing."

But the mou . . . dragon nodded. "I'm sure, Damian. I'm already prepared for this so pull it off. And it's Teryx, now."

I expected to hear a chuckle or a snicker from the coyote as I felt that usual pleasure coming from A-Alex that he gets whenever he pretends to be me or when Master Damian calls him by my name but there was only a sigh. And then . . . a soft tugging and a weird feeling of separation, like something important was taken away from me, before the coyote came into view and showed off the Instasuit in his paw.

The second my(?) eyes saw it I felt a surge of pleasure envelop my body as Al . . . ex began laughing, hugging my body in joy upon seeing that zipper off my back. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, not believing this was permanent and that I was left as some disembodied voice or passenger in my own body, as I heard Master Damian sigh once more before saying, "Get a hold of yourself, Teryx. I can still put this back on you and turn you back into a suit."

"S-Sorry," Al . . . Teryx apologized, wiping tears from my eyes as I was left reeling that the coyote was already calling that mou . . . dragon my name.

N-No! I'm Teryx! N-Not him! Don't say that, Master Damian. He's . . . Alec, Al, or . . . or was it Alex? Yes! Alex! He's Alex, Master Damian. I'm Teryx!

That's when that dragon chuckled, making Master Damian raise an eyebrow and ask what was so funny.

"The old Teryx is getting uppity about you calling me Teryx instead of my old name already. Not only that but I can tell he doesn't believe this is real, that it isn't permanent and that I can just get out of him like normal."

Master Damian smirked though it didn't have much force into it. "I see, well, we better show it to him so he'll believe it. That'll enforce what he's become."

Teryx nodded and I watched them walk into Master Damian's bathroom. Flicking the light switch on I saw my reflection along with the coyote's as they stood in front of the mirror. That's when Master Damian placed that zipper on the back of my neck before telling Teryx to turn around and to hold his mane out of the way.

"Alright," he said, doing as he was told while looking over his shoulder so I could see as the coyote began pulling down the zipper. I felt that feeling of emptiness return but . . . it seemed more than usual and I realized that Teryx was feeling it as well when the zipper was pulled all the way down.

And what I saw . . .

What I saw . . .

Was nothing.

Nothing at all but an empty cavity, no mouse in sight, and seeing that I . . . lost all reason to resist and gave in.