Kixx was pretty pleased with himself. 

His first proper season, and he was a stand out amongst his peers. Customer approval was up, and he was well liked by the higher ups as well.

The rat had nothing big to worry about.

He had no idea that such a positive performance would grant him insight into something more.

===

"I'm surprised you still wanna hang around me, Umber. Thought I was beyond the point of babysitting?" The rat asked, smiling at the mule amd filing his nails down. They were between clients right now, and this assignment required him and his mentor to work together once again.

"Hmph. Mind yourself. You might be the latest star employee. But you've got ages to go before you can be fit to completely send me to pasture." Umber said, shaking his head. "This'll be an easy job for ya. Just get this guy in a drone suit and with the rebreathers on."

"If it's so easy, why did management need you to be here? Don't tell me you're pushing your work off on me again?" Kixx teased.

"Nah. This is a 2 person job." He grunted. "C'mon."

===

Kuroryuu was a talented artist, capable of carving and molding and tinkering in all manner of ways. The dragon mage was well connected here and abroad, knowing many a powerful beast in their industries. But genius needed breaks too. And such, he liked to come here, to this hotel, where his troubles and concerns could be washed away…

The dragon was laid out on his bed, reading a tome he had picked up from a nearby secondhand store, and growing sleepier by the minute. If nothing else, the surrounding area was a goldmine for the vintage and antique obsessed. The sellers were good folk, always willing to barter or haggle for a decent price. And he hadn't had a chance to just come back here and grab himself a little something nice. Such as this weathered tome. Or the specialized rune carving chisels he had picked up from an older toolsmith at the end of the road.

Regardless, he was clean and freshened up, yawning and relaxed in his cozy bed. The hotel rooms never seemed to feel like them. They always felt so comfortable. So familiar and calming no matter who you were…

Regardless, he stretched and snuggled into the comforters, putting a bookmark in his tome and settling into a nice relaxed slumber. He had gotten up early today to go antique hunting, and so now he was far more tired than he ought to be…

===

However, Kuroryuu's nap would be interrupted by a slight, but persistent jostling.

"... nngh… wh…" he mumbled, opening his eyes. The sunlight had waned, casting the room into gloomy shadow. And at his side was a lean figure, dumping some sort of strange concoction onto his chest.

"Wh-hey…!" He sleepily tried to sit up, only to be pushed down by surprisingly firm clawed hands.

"Shhhh. Just relax, fella." The leaner stranger laughed, as the concoction started to spread over his frame. "Or. Y'know. Struggle. I do love to see captives try and put up a fight."

"Unhand me, damn you-!" Kuro struggled and protested loudly, glaring and managing to get Kixx off of himself… but too little, too late. The latex had spread enough that all Kixx and Umber had to do was step back and watch. "No!" Kuro could feel the stuff seeping over his skin, dragging his hands forward so they were crossed in front of him… the latex molded itself together, making an inescapable mass of the goo to keep Kuro's arms from breaking free.

The dragon tugged and snarled, trying to pull his arms apart. But the more he pulled at his bindings, the more his latex prison heated up and spread over his body. Kixx just whistled as he grabbed a glob of the stuff and smeared it onto his snout. Only then could he attach the rebreathing tubes, as the order requested.

Meanwhile, while this was going on, Umber was getting to work. Thick metal bands would be wrapped around Kuro, with the latex adhering to it and giving it more structure. The mule would also grab at his crotch, teasing and groping at his length to whip him up into a frenzy…  he teased and tormented him, seeming so serious about it as Kuro let out nice little moans into his breathing tubes…

And when he was close to cumming, Umber just had Kixx activate the locks on the newly formed suit. A null lock would be applied between his legs, preventing that goo from being moved or manipulated… they both ignored Kuro's cries of desperation, backing off to grab something from Kixx's pack…

The rat would hold up two eye shaped lenses, and carefully place them over the still exposed eyes of the squirming dragon. "There we go." He chuckled. "A little gift from one of our engineers. She seemed really adamant that we use these on ya, so…"

Umber rolled his eyes. "Quit tormenting him, brat. We still have other jobs to do."

"Oh pfffth. You're no fun." Kixx rolled his eyes as the light filtering into the room from the window activated the lenses.

The colors within the specially synthesized glass would swirl and sparkle, dazzling the dragon. He couldn't even look away, nore close his eyes entirely… 

The lights were…relaxing. Soothing. His struggles lessened, his growls and cries for help lessening into moans of pleasure.

He'd been put here for a reason. To be a good latex decoration. To defer to others… to be a good drone. Perhaps when he was ready, he'd be released from this room and be allowed to follow the words of a leader here…

And to pleasure them in whatever way they so desired.

Kuro groaned, bucking up in his bindings to try and get some sort of stimuli, anything more than this awful edging! He wanted to serve, to be used and to use in turn! 

He writhed and panted through the rebreathers, eyes rolled back as he struggled to try and open his mouth to pant… 

"Oh wow. These things are pretty strong." Kixx chuckled, watching the writing and groaning captive dragon. "Wonder if the management would mind if I visited again while he was stuck like this?"

"Hmph. If his forms state that visitors are allowed, you might be allowed. Otherwise, don't push your luck." Umber grumbled, grabbing his shoulder. "C'mon. We have things to do."

The rat rolled his eyes and followed after the mule. Though he would discreetly leave the latch in the door, propping it open ever so slightly…

If HE couldn't go and get in there, maybe someone else might wanna fulfill Kuro's fantasies…

All the while, the captive dragon bucked and whined, staring into the lenses and bucking his hips up. 

He wanted more. To get off and help others get off. It's what the lenses told him to do…

And perhaps in time, he would be allowed to do so.