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The Sex-Bot Dragon for DrakeHavok by Draconicon

"I'm glad you were able to see me, Vassk."

"Well, you are here to apologize, aren't you? Can't really say no to that."

Havok shook his head, still blushing a little as he rubbed the back of his head. The white dragon wasn't quite sure how things had gone after he had gone all feral, but from what Vassk had told him - and what little he still had in his memory - he had been incredibly rude. He had felt guilty about that for a while, and this was the first time he'd been able to visit the alien again.

"Yeah, well...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get all nasty when you turned me feral. I just thought..."

"Thought?"

"I don't know what I thought. But I want to make it up to you, so...yeah." Havok shook his head, offering his hand. "Sorry for losing it before, and if there's anything else you want to test out, give me a call. Okay?"

The reptilian alien looked down at his hand, and after a few seconds, Havok pulled it back. Whether Vassk simply didn't recognize the gesture or he didn't want to go with it, the white dragon didn't want to push it. Instead, he cleared his throat and turned around, heading to the door.

"Uh, hope to hear from you -"

"Hmmm, something new..."

"Wha -"

He just barely heard the sound of the laser firing before his body went utterly stiff. His mind was overwhelmed with a fuzzy static, and his feeling of surprise was wiped out, blasted into oblivion by the strange buzz in his head.

It faded, but not before Vassk was standing in front of him. The alien had a different blaster in his hand, and more weirdly, something that looked like a control console. Havok shook his head again, groaning slowly as he slowly got his head on straight again.

"What...Vassk -"

"Hold still. This needs precise aiming."

Havok yelped as three rapid shots hit him in the face, one in the lips, one in the forehead, and one on his chin. The dragon jerked back, his hands lifting up to his face, only to be shot as well. It didn't hurt, but -

Clang!

His eyes tried to go wide, but something stopped them; it was like he didn't have control of the nerves and muscles there anymore. Havok slowly pulled his hands down, and gasped at the sight.

As a dragon, his body had always been a little bit reflective. Scales tended to make light bounce around, but not like this. It was more like looking into a mirror, or looking at a car that had been polished to a gleaming finish. His hands were not supposed to look like that, and neither, as far as he knew, was his mouth.

"Wha goin...'y an't..."

"Hmmm, metal parts aren't quite functioning with the living brain. Good to know, good to know."

Havok shook his head, as much as he could with the sudden weight on his neck. It stopped in mid-turn, however, as Vassk shot him in the neck. Almost immediately, his neck stiffened up, and his head suddenly dropped forward, making him look down at his chest and the rest of his body. He fumbled around, his hands reaching for something, anything, to help him out, but it was like fumbling around with a twenty pound weight in each hand.

And it wasn't like Vassk was giving him a break, either. The alien was rapidly pulling the dragon's clothes off, and Havok blushed beneath his rapidly hardening cheeks as his chest, and then his legs were exposed. He tried to squirm out of the way, but then he got shot in the feet, and it was like trying to walk with concrete blocks attached to his legs.

Still, Vassk didn't seem to have any trouble moving them, and as his shoes were removed, Havok got a good look at the effects of the beam. His scales, though still white, were far smoother than they had been before, and he could feel Vassk's fingers slipping along the scales almost like there wasn't any friction to it. More than that, it had a slightly more angular appearance, as if it was made of flattened out scales, or -

Metal...Some sort of...really advanced metal.

And it was spreading, running up his legs from his feet, and up his arms from his hands. The weight was getting more and more extreme, and as his body turned into metal, he felt his control of his body fading more and more. He groaned as his arms were pulled down, his shoulders straining to hold them, until the metal finally reached them.

"Aaaaaaah!"

The tightening feeling of his arms being pulled into place, his shoulders turning into some sort of mix of flesh and metal, was more than a little creepy. He would have shuddered, if his body still had the flexibility for it. As it was, all he could do was twitch slightly.

Vassk circled around him, and Havok could feel a few more blasts of light slamming into his back, into his...his ass, into his tail. Everything that wasn't already covered in metal was blasted with the strange ray gun, and he could feel it stiffening up, changing to something that he couldn't control, couldn't move. In little more than a minute, he was rendered into something little more than a statue. A statue that could see and think, admittedly, but still a statue for all that he could actually move.

Riiiiip!

If he hadn't been forced to look down, he wouldn't have seen it, but Havok blushed as he saw his underwear rip open. A cock that was far more rigid, far more textured, and at least three inches longer than his previous cock stuck out in front of him, the rags of his underwear hanging from the tip. More than that, he could feel the weight of his new cock, and the metalized balls beneath it, pulling down with its bigger, heftier weight.

The dragon couldn't speak, couldn't even whimper as he was teased by the alien's hands, squeezed and stroked a few times before Vassk stepped in front of him again. The alien tapped him on the forehead a few times, making a soft metallic echo.

"Hmmm. Body conversion is just about complete. But the brain doesn't quite connect. Easy enough to get around, yes, but..."

How the heck do you do this? How is this -

"Hmmm, and how customizable are you?"

...Customizable?

"Synth-steel should adjust to proper currents, so..."

Havok couldn't even guess what would happen, but as his head was pushed back and the alien pulled out something that looked suspiciously like a cattle prod, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

It pressed against his chest, and instantly he was filled to the brim with electricity. Strangely, it didn't hurt, but it did leave a certain...stimulating effect. Havok's chest rumbled as the machinery in him responded to the shock, and his eyes widened ever so slightly as his chest started to...grow.

He blushed as he saw that breasts were growing in, and quickly. The metallic surface along his chest was definitely still metal, but there was something more rounded to it as the bumps grew out of his metal scales. He wanted to be scared, but as Vassk continued to shift the cattle prod from one side of his chest to the other, all he could think of was the constant stimulation that was running through him, his metal body taking all of the electricity and doing...something with it. He wasn't sure what. All he knew was that it felt...good.

He stood there like a statue as his chest was grown out to something like a pair of D cups, quite large, and definitely quite obviously feminine. Though he could still see the reflective nature, it almost looked like he'd been softened, something that was confirmed as Vassk pulled the prod away and pushed his fingers against them, making the strange metal-scale mix squish under his fingers.

"Good, good, the synth-steel still maintains something akin to living features..."

Couldn't you just - AH!

The prod zapped between his legs with a much harsher shock, and it was so powerful that he actually managed a minute jerk of his metal body in response. Not much, but it had been the most movement he'd managed to accomplish during the entire transformation.

As the alien re-arranged him so that he could continue to watch, Havok saw that the prod was running up and down his metal shaft, but...but something was wrong. His cheeks felt hot - some sort of faked blush, he realized - as he saw that his cock was getting smaller and smaller with each run of the cattle prod over it. The metal shaft was slowly retreating into his body, and as it did so, it looked softer and softer in response.

It wasn't until it reached his crotch that he felt a sudden throb further down between his legs, and it was only the strength of his metal body that kept him from keeling over in shock. His balls pulled up with a soft hiss and click, almost as if they'd been pulled into some sort of inner storage compartment, and as they did, he felt something else open. It wasn't quite an unzipping, but like some plates of metal coming apart.

Then the electric shocks touched him there, and he - or rather, she - jerked again as her 'pussy' was zapped with who knew how many volts worth of electricity. Havok's entire body felt like it was alive with the current, and rather than feeling pain from it, it was like she was being driven to the best orgasm that she had ever felt.

The dragoness rocked back and forth, pulled along by the cattle prod, until her hips had grown outwards and her metal ass had gotten more shapely under the influence of the electro-shock. She was right on the verge of climaxing when the cattle prod was pulled away, and she panted through her metal lips.

"Good. The synth-steel is capable of a full gender transformation. It's good to be sure about that now; the instructions were a little vague. Now, let's see, where is that thing..."

The alien stepped out of sight, and Havok panted through her immovable jaws. Her metal body was still too big and heavy to move, even though some things had been dropped and other things had been added. Despite being slightly smaller than before, her brain still couldn't quite pull together and move the body that she had. What was the point of giving her something like this? Was she supposed to be a statue? Was -

A sudden bump at the back of her neck was the only warning she had before something slammed in hard, making her go fully wide eyed as her head was jerked back. Another blast of static went through her mind, along with a ton of numbers that made no sense whatsoever...at first. The longer they went on, the more sense they made, and she realized that she could move her arm...and then the other arm...and then her leg.

"Obedience module seems to connect mind to body properly. Very good, very good. Walk, dragoness."

Her body started moving before she could stop it, and as the numbers went through her mind, all Havok could think was that it was at least a relief to be able to move her heavy body again.

The End