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Jencen (c) Jencen

Story & other characters (c) Russet'13

"Please wait here sir," the chirpy young mouse said as she opened the door to a rather nice looking waiting room and gestured Jencen inside. "Dr Nostor will be with you shortly."

Frowning at the little rodent Jencen nodded and ducked his head under the door frame and padded into the room, half turning to look at the smartly dressed secretary. He had to shake his wings out of the way so he could see her and frowned as she started to swing the door shut, "Are you sure you don't know why he wants to see me? I'm just the janitor and there are a lot of lights that need seeing to down in the Sample Laboratory."

"I'm afraid I couldn't say," the mouse squeaked softly, "I've just been told the doctor would like to see you and thus you have been brought up." she smiled softly, "I am sure it is nothing bad now I shall let him know you are here." with those words she firmly shut the outer door before Jencen could ask any more questions. With a deep sigh the tall dragon set down in one of the big chairs, tugging nervously at the collar of his overalls. He had good reason to be nervous he reckoned, he'd been working here for two months which was more them enough time to learn, even as the janitor and general electrician, that no one but his central core of staff saw Doctor Nostor. He was too busy, wrapped up in his experiments and working. He sent messages by email or through one of the scientists or secretaries who worked up on the executive level.

Now here he was, nervously waiting for an appointment, he'd been told yesterday so Jencen had taken the time to buff his scales and make sure he looked respectable. Looking around the waiting room Jencen's eyes fell on a small mirror and he took the chance to check his black scales and to shake his wings to try and get them to hang in something resembling order. Which is how he missed the tendrils of inch thick, green material that were wriggling their way into the open from inside a large air vent. The first sign he had that anything was amiss was when something coiled about his ankles and yanked him backwards off his feet.

Yelling in alarm Jencen managed to catch himself with his arms before lashing out at the thing holding him. Try as he might to tear it off his body, he found his claws just skittered across the organic material. Try as he might he could not cut the tough outer skin which was a shocking experience. It felt very much like a plant beneath his claws and no mere plant should have been able to stand up to his claws. Struggling into a sitting position against the wall Jencen tried to kick the encroaching vine from about his legs but all he managed to do was give it the opportunity to slide up his body further, steadily coiling and wrapping itself about his legs. Trapped in a cocoon of writhing plant matter from the knees down Jencen threw his head back and bellowed for help as he swatted at other vines that were snaking out toward him in an attempt to ensnare his arms. Bending his knees and trying to kick his feet free the Dragon shook his arms, letting his fingers dissolve into black goo so he could lash. Swatting the encroaching vines aside Jencen started to shift his legs to goo and pull himself free of the persistent plant matter, twisting and turning he started to drag his legs free, feeling them squish and spread out as the vines attempted to contract and grip his body.

He was nearly free when a vine darted past his guard, jerking backwards Jencen slapped it up away from his chest only for the length to lurch up and over his guard and fasten onto the black metal collar Jencen had about his neck. It was a reflective action on behalf of his aggressor and not a very strong grip but it had an instantaneous effect on the Dragon. He stiffened, crying out in shock as his body crystallized back into flesh and scales, he reached for the vine holding onto his collar but the plant surged forward with renewed vigour as it detected Jencen's distress. Long length of slippery green plant matter slapped about his wrists and arms, coiling tightly ad forcing them down by his sides, keeping him away from the tendril that was firming its grip about his collar. With Jencens arms restrained and his ankles pinned down the plant slowed the pace of its cocooning process allowing a long, thin vine to squirm beneath his overalls. It wiggled its way up the length of his body, questing and teasing over his scales until it reached his chest. Then without much warning the length of vine tensed and jerked upwards, ripping, shredding the dragons outfit, exposing his copper stomach and chest plates to the cool air of the waiting room. Struggling didn't seem to be getting Jencen anywhere and with the vine holding onto his collar he'd lost his most effective defence.

The vines coiled mercilessly around his body, in a matter of minutes Jencen had been bound in from neck to feet in layers of writhing green vines. His arms had been forced to his sides and the vine looped through his collar had been joined by several others making him whimper and squirm. Then once Jencen had wiggled himself to exhaustion he was dragged slowly toward the edge of the room were a large grill had been pushed aside by the vines. He got a momentary glimpse of shiny metal and a large purple, organic looking pod that was nestled a few inches down into the ventilation shaft. With a renewed vigour Jencen tried his hardest to wiggle free but he was turned and dragged backwards down the shaft. He felt the constricting flesh of the pod close around his legs, tug and tease across his waist and stomach before with a final whimper the dragon's head slipped into the tight confines of the pod's body and darkness claimed him as the stifling heat, gooey surfaces and a strange scent baked the exhausted dragon into letting go of consciousness.

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Waking up was never a fun activity, even less so this time as Jencen groaned and opened his eyes only to find the world was an opaque red haze that flowed passed the lenses set before his eyes. Squirming Jencen felt the liquid push and flow against his naked body except where it pressed against the sleek latex material clinging to his face. He could feel the mask he was wearing, it adhered to his skin, sealed just above his collar and stuck in a skin-tight grip across his head, moulded about his horns and the ridges of hid scaled muzzle perfectly. Crossing his eyes and peering down the length of his muzzle Jencen could just see through the thick gel the large respirator attached to the front of the gas-mask with long tubes coming out of it that ascended through the gloomy red muck.

Every breath was accompanied by the rattling, switching click of the gas-masks' valves doing their job and struggle and strain as he might the dragon couldn't make any head way in moving. Clawing at the goo he could feel it squish between his fingers and toes, ooze across his wings and slide across the scales of his body but despite this liquid feeling it was somehow thick enough to force him to stand in a spread-eagled fashion and strong enough to support him in a manner that would not tire him out. The gel resisted his efforts to move, shifting and pressing against him long, undulating motions that rocked him gently and kept him from pushing his way through the gelatinous liquid.

Suddenly the lenses over the gas-mask flickered and started displaying images like a pair of miniature monitors. The image made Jencen tense up and moan inaudibly into his gas mask, a mixture of fear and in looked for arousal coursing through his body. He was being shown an image of a clinical looking room with white ceramic tiles on all surfaces and a large glass tube in the centre of the chamber surrounded by a variety of desks. Inside then tube was a thick, opaque red liquid and hanging suspended in the goo was a very familiar outline. He could see himself trapped in place, various screens showing clear views of his naked body, the gas-mask clinging to his head, the leash firmly attached to his collar. The image lasted only a few seconds before fading away to be replaced with text.

"Welcome.... Experimental subject your new classification is J3N-C-3N. The examination to establish an understanding of your base-line biology begins at 08.30. Recorded time at point of awakening was 18.37. You are to be prepared for long term storage in the observation chamber.... initiating plumbing connections."

The text faded away and the lenses grew clear once more allowing the dragon to stare out into the gel that held him captive. He was mulling over the meaning of the word plumbing when something slick, cold and metallic pressed against his rear. Squirming in the gel Jencen cried out into his gas mask in shock as the slippery probe pushed its way into him. With his tail hole spreading about the device Jencen was left squirming, helpless to stop the way his cock pushed free from its sheath, the thickening spire of flesh being welcomed by the goo which flowed and rippled about his shaft, massaging, stimulating and settling into a teasing rhythm that had the dragon whimpering in need at the pleasurable sensations. It was almost enough of a distraction to make him miss the sudden inflation of the device buried under his tail. Applying pressure to his prostate Jencen's shaft surged further, thickening up all the way into the waiting embrace of a tight sleeve of some soft, silicon material that crept along the length of his cock until it was nestled all the way around the base.

Crying out inside his gas-mask, panting heavily in the humid interior Jencen tried to buck in both directions as both devices started to suck. The object in his rear left his bowels feeling peculiar, it was vibrating gently, stimulating his prostate. With that happening at the same time as the sucking sensation around his dick Jencen found himself giving into pleasure. The way the gel was rippling and teasing his scaled hide wasn't helping much either, it was only making Jencen hornier. It didn't take long for the dragon to reach his limit and with a faint groan he started to cum. The tube about his dick sucked his seed away and once he had clearly no more to give it clamped down around his shaft and settled into a slight buzzing vibration that seemed designed to keep him half hard so the tube could hold onto his cock. Spent and slightly light headed Jencen hung in the goo, trembling badly as the tube in his rear finished its work and fell still, remaining lodged deep in his rump. He had no idea what was going to happen next but he had a feeling it was going to be a long wait for the morning.

As his heart rate slowed and the trembling subsided Jencen muzzily started to wonder why he still felt light headed. The hiss and click of the gas-mask's valve was still audible and it was working OK he could taste the slightly mint flavoured air being drawn into the mask as he breathed. It took him a few minutes to wonder about the flavour by which time it was too late and his eyes rolled back in his head as he passed out. He never saw the text that rolled across the lenses of his gas-mask; if he had he might have had some idea of how long he was going to be in the tube.

"Sample 1 of 357 collected, Sample 2 of 357 collected.... subject placed into overnight storage. Measuring of somnolent activity now engaged.... JEN-1-F3R signing off."

~fin