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“Dia~... What are you up to~”

“What’s up, Vel? Just trying to finish up my work. There’s some sloppy code I need to refine. The new guy I’m working with is fast but a bit inefficient.”

“Always working… It’s been a while since I’ve had my fill, you know~?”

“Pfft. Come on, I know you’re efficient with fuel. Unless you never get enough of me, huh~?”

“W-Well!”

“Should I make you beg for it~? Hehe~ You’re too easy to fluster~”

“H-Hey! No, I’m not!”

In a mountainside hangar, Dianox, a dark and light blue dragon, is on their desktop, meticulously typing code corrections while Velmira, a white, yellow, and dark purple Dragon Drive Armor Type Ranger, teases them to refuel. Vel had just arrived from a simple delivery task that had him galloping from hill to hill and gliding with his specially made wings, using dummy frames for gliding without a pilot. While there were certainly flying DAs and aircraft that could do Vel’s delivery, the drop-off spot was in a small and secluded radio tower on a different mountain, which would be impossible to deliver to unless the delivery method of a flying courier was to simply drop their payload somewhere near their destination.

While Vel was on delivery duty, Dianox worked from home, which was an old DA hangar they had repurposed; a once dusty and gray space was now a comfortable home. The hangar still functioned as a hangar for Vel, as if one were to enter, they would immediately be greeted with spare tools and DA parts on one side and used electronics on the other. Beyond the first half of the hangar was now a proper living space. It is primarily for Dianox as a smaller anthro compared to Vel, containing all the necessities similar to an apartment, like your usual bedroom, kitchen, storage room, and bathroom, alongside a balcony in the bedroom poking out of the mountainside for natural light.

However, it didn’t mean that Vel couldn’t enter, either. Thanks to the spaciousness of the hangar, most of the rooms had a high ceiling, and the wall could easily slide open thanks to tech that Dia and Vel worked day and night for a week to figure out. And now easily in the bedroom, a blue-painted space with all kinds of decorations, “toys”, and paintings of stars and constellations, Vel was nuzzling the back of Dia’s head for attention. Unfortunately for Vel, Dia was playing hard to get, never taking his hands off the keyboard while Vel internally glanced at his dwindling fuel gauge.

“Come on… I’m serious!”

“If you’re so serious, go refuel with the alternative fuel you keep around~”

“Tsk! I know that you know what I really want!”

“What? Why would I know~? Could you enlighten me Vel~?”

“Dia!”

“I still need to finish my work, you know~ And besides, you still haven’t told me what you want~”

If Vel had skin, he’d be as flushed as a tomato from Dia’s teasing, so instead, he extends a purple tentacle to bat at the bratty dragon’s head. This wasn’t Dia and Vel’s first time, of course. They had been friends for quite a long time, so this was part of their routine. What wasn’t, however, was Dia’s teasing reluctance. Perhaps every other refueling, the blue dragon was intentionally difficult to Vel, playfully dodging their requests, and asking dumb questions just to hear that low mechanical growl from the DA as a sign of victory.

But despite this, both know there was only one outcome when Vel needed to refuel. The only thing that differed was how the DA was going to coax their fuel out of their pilot~ And on this evening, Vel, having had enough of Dia’s intentional dismissiveness to rile him up, prepared his tool of submission. However, the first order of business would be to restrain the bratty dragon, which Vel easily did by extending more tentacles. Dia was still distracted with coding to notice four shiny purple tentacles sneaking up on him until it was too late, grabbing him by the wrists and ankles and yanking him off his chair.

“Vel! Not now! I need to finish my work!”

“You’ve been working since I left for my delivery. And I haven’t had a meal all day~”

Vel made swift work of Dia’s clothes, extending the tentacles to undress the dragon completely. Dia tried desperately to resist the hold of the tentacles and curl his body into a ball, but his arms and legs were easily straightened and maneuvered to let his clothing slip off until he was completely bare. Dia was now fully exposed, with the situation’s effect on his body being immediately evident as his length was already peeking out of his slit. And so, with the blue dragon now naked, Vel was now ready to open his cockpit for his dear pilot, his wings already stowed away before entering the bedroom with only his back needing to part.

“Hey! This isn’t funny! Can you at least save my progress? I haven’t even sent out the fix yet!”

“You teasing me wasn’t funny, either, so consider this payback, my darling~”

As Dia thrashed about, suspended in the air by the tentacles that held him, Vel’s cockpit was finally in full view. It was a shiny hollow space that Dia knew all too well, the industrial scent of rubber and sweet lubricant meeting his nose as his own cheeks flushed red from arousal. The sight of tantalizing limb slots, dildos, and the hypnotic gas mask didn’t help Dia in hiding his enjoyment of the process. But as Dia’s length slipped out of his slit and into full view, he realized something off about Vel’s process for this evening.

“Wait, you’re… more ‘open’ than normal. Usually, you’d only open a slit to let me in, but you’ve opened your entire back!”

“You noticed~? Hehe~ I was looking to make this extra special~”

Studying Vel’s internal anatomy even closer, Dia realized that the limb slots were too far apart for a normal pilot’s body. The hypnotic gasmask, already eagerly waiting for a wearer with its yellow-tipped cock gag and nasal tubes, was also too big for his head. The final nail in the coffin was Vel’s Synolar appearing in the undulating mass of his liquid latex interior. It wasn’t the same size as the one that would fit in Dia’s neck, but instead it was the size of one he’d usually wear when he’d take on his feral form.

“Vel! Don’t tell me you want me to refuel with my feral form!”

“But that’s exactly what I want~ So, be a doll for me and transform. I know you’ll like it~”

After seeing all the lewd implements and Vel’s latex interior, Dia’s arousal was at its peak, evident by how cock was so stiff it was standing straight against his abdomen. However, wanting to toy with Vel despite his predicament, Dia simply refused to transform.

“Nah… Make me~”

“You’re still playing hard to get, Dia? Come on…”

“Hey, I still need to finish my work! Now, let me down, so I can–”

“Don’t worry, I completely expected this. Of course, I’d learn a thing or two from our past refuelling~”

Instead of submitting to Dia’s demands, Vel deployed his backup plan instead. From within hiscockpit, another tentacle emerged, but this time with a strange tip that resembled a spray nozzle. Another tentacle extended, this time to hold Dia’s neck still as he continued his resistance, forcing him to face the strange tentacle. Still focused on resisting, Dia is easily caught off guard when the spray-tipped tentacle releases its load, a fine pink mist that easily makes the blue dragon’s sensitive nose sneeze.

“Ah… ahh… achoo! V-Vel! What was that?!”

“Something to get you ready, of course~ Even though your sneeze dispersed most of it, you’ll only need a quick whiff for the effects to work…”

“What?!

Just a moment later, Dia immediately realized what he had inhaled was supposed to do. He immediately felt his wings tingle before they suddenly grew their span thrice. Next were his limbs, his arms and legs elongating and thickening before adopting a digitigrade configuration. Dia’s tail swiftly grew alongside them, as well as his torso and head, extending to the same size as Vel’s body. His head and neck were the last to transform, growing and elongating with his back fins scraping the ceiling before the DA started to lower him onto the limb slots.

“F-Forced transformation… You’re pretty cheeky, Vel…”

“You know that I’ll get my fuel one way or another. Now, just relax, and slide into my body and fill every squeaky crevice~”

“B-But! My work!”

“No buts, lil’ battery!”

As Dia is completely lowered onto Vel’s hollow body with his full feral form, his arms and legs get suctioned into the limb slots one by one. Each hole was already slippery with sweet lube, allowing Dia’s limbs to easily slip in, his claws perfectly inserting into Vel’s own like gauntlets. Then, Dia was perfectly seated by the limb slots, the latex interior inside them inflated, trapping the dragon and deepening their pilot integration. Dia’s cock was next, and with how he was already trapped halfway into “wearing” Vel, his hips were also embedded with the DA’s hips, his cock slipping into the cocksleeve within.

“Mmmnghh~... V-Vel…”

“What’s wrong, cutie? Can’t handle my attention? I haven’t even gotten to the best part yet!”

And while Dia’s dick slipped into Vel’s cocksleeve, Vel also returned the favor with a dildo, the latex length gliding inside the feral dragon as the pilot and DA’s tails connect. The resulting intrusion and suction of the cocksleeve that attached to Dia’s cock had him gasping from pleasure, which was the perfect time for Vel to extend the gasmask towards the bratty dragon. Once again, Dia would be doing all he could to somewhat resist Vel’s attention, so to prevent that, the Drive Armor clipped on their special dragon-sized Synolar, being a golden color with blue gems connected directly to his body.

One prick to sync with Dia’s mind later, and the feral dragon was finally subdued, their neck and head forced still to finally accept the gasmask. The yellow-tipped appendages easily slipped into every orifice of Dia’s face, the tubes and tendrils slipping into his nose and beneath his ear fins while his maw eagerly parted for the cock gag. To top it all off, the gas mask’s face plate lit up with hypnotic purple and yellow spirals, with Dia’s mind and body being all for Vel to toy with~

“Mmmphh… mmhh~... suck… suck…”

“There, there, just let me take control for a little while, cutienox~”

The syncing aftermath had Dia feeling like it was wading through a pool of viscous goo, the feeling most likely induced by the black latex now coating his body. Just grazing Vel’s slick latex interior already felt like heaven for Dia’s sensitive spots, like his claws, tails, thighs, and neck, so with latex now coating his body underneath, his tactile sensitivity increased tenfold. However, it’s not like he could do anything as his entire being was thrumming with pleasure. He couldn’t move a muscle unless Vel allowed. All he could do was inhale and suck on the aphrodisiac gas and goop the nasal tubes and cock gag that were feeding him.

Dia’s throbbing length was one thing he kept control of, but with his mind blank and eyes filled with hypnotic light that only desired pleasure, it might as well be another tool for his submission. And since it was sheathed within Vel’s own cock, it felt longer and infinitely more sensitive. The entire suiting process, from Dia’s sudden growth to his complete integration, all happened in a span of a minute. In that same minute, Dia’s arousal had already skyrocketed to near orgasm, but Vel wouldn’t allow the dragon to spill so soon.

“I haven’t even closed my back completely, and you’re already dripping pre~? Come on, Dia, aren’t you stronger than that~?”

“Mmmhh… glug… (V-Vel… Ah… C-Can’t… think…)”

To further the full-body tactile assault upon Dia, Vel began to walk out of the bedroom to a more open space, each step causing the dragon’s arms and legs that were stuck inside the DA’s limb slots to be stimulated and squeak with each raise and drop. The sensation of Dia’s claws being squeezed in the limb slots’ latex interior felt like dragging his claws against a giant wet tongue, the texture heightened by the black latex clinging to his body that made him shiver constantly. Of course, even the slightest movement wasn’t allowed under the combination of Vel’s synolar and hypnotic mask, forcing Dia to move obediently with the DA’s steps even if they wanted to squirm, writhe, and flap their wings from overstimulation.

Dia’s length remained rock-hard within the sheath it was trapped in, but Vel still hadn’t sent an ounce of attention to it to get the dragon to cum. He was going to take things slow, touching every part of Dia’s body before he’d even be allowed to cum. And right now, it was time to fully close his body around Dia, starting with gathering his purple liquid latex to reform his back before coating the wings of the dragon within in the same goo. Dia’s majestic blue wings, which resembled the blue night sky, were slowly overtaken by Vel’s dark purple, becoming a purple nebula with yellow stripes.

“Wonderful wings, am I right~?”

“Glug… glug… Mmmhh…”

“You’re so cute when your mind is blank~ ”

As the complete escasement finished, Vel couldn’t help but stretch his and his pilot’s body, relishing the way Dia’s body desperately tried to shiver from overstimulation but was unable to thanks to the DA’s control. But now that Dia was fully encased, it was time for the main event. Immediately, Vel extended a tentacle to caress their shared length, causing Dia’s cock to stand stiff and the shared cocksheath to slap against the DA’s underside. Like before, Vel wasn’t going to let Dia orgasm just yet, so despite how hard the dragon was, he purposefully stalled and let Dia’s erection soften slightly before giving it another teasing drag.

“Hmmmhhh~!!! ❤️”

“You’re all mine now, and too cute to release so soon~ Speaking of release, I wonder if you can guess when I’ll let you cum?”

Despite being unable to think of anything but the sensations wracking his body, Dia could still hear Vel’s voice in full clarity, the DA directly communicating to his mind using the Synolar. And every time Vel said a lewd word like “release”, “cum”, or “orgasm”, the stream and pump of the aphrodisiac goo and gas into his mouth and lungs filled and flooded him a bit more than usual. The same could be said of the skin-tight latex hugging his body and the dildo inside him. Every suggestive word or phrase squeezed him on top of the latex interior already inflated to mold against every inch of his body.

On the other hand, the dildo throbbed and pulsed with each activation, making Dia drip precum into the cock sheath. Yet despite all of these methods of pleasure, Vel was meticulously monitoring Dia’s arousal, making sure to never overdo it and let the dragon climax early. This cycle of gentle caressing, feeding, and squeezing continued until drool pooled around Dia’s chin. Only a few minutes had passed since he was fully encased in Vel, yet his blank mind and the overwhelming pleasure he was drowning in made it feel like it had already been an hour. So if only a few minutes of edging already felt like an hour, imagine what it’d feel like once Vel settled on his final play.

“Thank you for being my pilot for the last few years, Dia~ I’ll never forget the time you piloted me, and the day I found out you could become a giant dragon like me, too~”

“Mnnghh…”

“Ah, not even a thought in your head to respond anymore? Hehe, that’s alright, your body is doing all the talking, and it’s saying that you’re just as grateful as I am~”

As if to give Dia a loving nuzzle, Vel extended a tentacle to caress the dragon’s cheek within his body. Despite Dia’s predicament and their quarrel earlier, the pilot and DA truly had a cherished friendship. And since good friends aren’t good friends if they don’t mess with each other from time to time, Vel felt like it would be a good idea to be a bit more patient with his refueling by nulling his overstimulated pilot. Immediately after his heartfelt thanks, Vel completely wrapped the cock they shared with the tentacle he’d been using to jerk Dia off vigorously.

Since Dia had been constantly put on the precipice of orgasm, just a half second of a coiled tentacle working his dick should have been enough to make him spill. However, just as Vel sensed Dia’s impending orgasm, the purple latex within gathered around Dia’s cock, forcing his length back in his slit before plugging his urethra with a thin tendril. The purple latex swiftly molded itself into a null bulge, with Dia’s manhood within being completely blocked and his orgasm denied. The poor dragon immediately began whimpering through their mouth gag, but Vel simply giggled, amused by Dia’s denied release.

“Hehehe~ Feeling a little frustrated?”

“Hnnngghh!!! Hnnghh… hnghh…”

“Oh, right, you can’t even think of being angry when you’re so desperate to cum. But that’s perfectly fine~ Youll stay right here as my little battery. My precious, adorable core to keep for myself~ ❤️”

Now that Dia’s crotch was nulled with a hypersensitive latex mound, all that remained from Vel’s own underside was an armor plate where his cock used to be. All the attention was now focused on the pilot inside. The previously measured administering of aphrodisiac gas and goo seemed to triple, Dia’s stomach bloating slightly with sweet goop that was accelerating his sperm production despite his inability to orgasm. The squeezing and pulsing of the latex suit and dildo torturing his body became even more frequent. His prostate felt like it was now a punching bag of pleasure, not just for the dildo embedded in his rectum, but for every part of his body that was being thoroughly pleasured.

Dia’s cock tried desperately to erect from the constant stimulation despite being sealed in latex. However, all it did was make his latex nullge squeak against the slick, rubbery interior. Sure, it didn’t make much noise when heard from outside, but inside, every noise, every whimper, every exhale, and every shifting squeak, Dia could hear. Thanks to his senses connected to Vel, his hearing was amplified by the DA’s own sensitivity, making sure he could hear his labored panting and struggling squeaks.

In the end, Vel exited the hangar to relax under the night sky with Dia still inside him. He turned off the hypnosis so that they could watch the stars together. Of course, the stimulation didn’t end, and Dia was still a writhing, drooling mess inside Vel. But that was alright in Vel’s eyes. All he needed was his dear pilot’s warm company, curling around himself while gently tracing his crotchplate with his tail tip, knowing full well every drag was still electrifying to Dia’s nullge despite the physical barrier.

It was a genuine kind of affection, born from years of friendship and understanding, something only a pilot and DA would ever understand. Pleasure, not just for the sake of refueling or boredom, but shared enjoyment. Vel will let Dia orgasm eventually, but for now, the DA was content with spoiling their pilot within them after a long day of work. And even if Dia was reluctant at first, he definitely enjoyed being Vel’s one and only battery, even if his mind couldn’t even think half of the time. I’m sure that after years of being together, a night of being Vel’s battery that is constantly on the edge of orgasm is just another night for the two~

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