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“Sigh… I need you to be my pilot.”

“Your… Pilot… You mean…”

“Yes, but I promise you it will be a pleasant experience despite our situation”

“No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no–”

“I was afraid of this…”

“No!!! You robots are weird, and I’m never getting inside any of you!”

As someone with a fear of tight spaces, Schera was completely revolted by Dess’s suggestion to become her pilot. What was unfounded hate for DAs finally surfaced as Schera’s claustrophobia which took Dess a few moments to catch on. And from how Schera immediately became defensive, he was going to have none of the DDA’s requests, even though Kitt’s life was literally on the line. Dess even tried to thoroughly explain to Schera that piloting a DA was safe but the wolf still remained adamant and even cringed when the DDA opened their cockpit to show their soft lining.

“Please cooperate! Who knows where Kitt has been taken by now!”

“I’ll just find him myself, no, thank you!”

“This late? And in the deep sea? Can you even swim a kilometer deep?”

“Err… I-I don’t want to… get in you…”

“It’s not that scary! Listen, I’ll even make sure you’re as snug and comfy as possible!”

“Y-You’re gonna have to force me!”

“I don’t want to!”

“Are we going to have to wrestle?”

“Stay away!”

“Just think that this will all be for the sake of your friend!”

The once cocky, prideful, and laid-back wolf was now trembling before the maw of this robotic drake who only wanted them as their partner. Unfortunately, Schera’s fears were stronger than his loyalty and he would try to shoo Dess away by materializing his sickle and flailing it at the DDA’s direction. But since he didn’t imbue magic into it and had zero focus, Dess easily snagged Schera by the legs and hung him upside down, meticulously undressing the now frozen wolf with their tongue before flipping their group to Schera’s hands and easing their legs down into their slippery maw.

However, Schera wasn’t going to let himself be eaten and stood in between Dess’s lower jaw and nose until the DDA flicked their tongue across the wolf’s fluffy eggs and caused them to slip when their legs gave out for a moment. Schera wasn’t swallowed completely as Dess’s throat was too tight to actually eat someone as a method of reaching her cockpit. It was still an efficient way to tire Schera out by taking advantage of his fears, mouthing the wolf’s lower half until they began to sob.

“Sniff… This is the end… I’m going to be eaten… Crushed between fangs and molars and digested… I guess I’ll see Kitt in the afterlife…”

“You silly pup… I’m not really going to eat you! But since you don’t want to cooperate, I guess I’ll have to tire you out until you cooperate.”

“No, just eat me. I accept my death… I was dragon food the moment you set your eyes on me…”

“You’re so dramatic…”

Dess expected Schera to put up a tough fight when she teased the wolf with pleasure using her maw but was relieved that he completely gave up, allowing her to save the full action for the wolf once they were in her cockpit. A little bit of tongue and mouthing action never hurt anybody except Schera as he was sobbing profusely as Dess chewed softly at his body. But that despairing attitude slowly turned into acceptance once Dess started rimming Schera, turning the wolf’s cries into small whimpers of enjoyment.

“Hngh… Why… Why are you making me feel good… I thought you were going to eat me…”

“I’m not going to eat you… Treat this as a little foreplay once we get down to business.”

And as Dess’s rubbery tongue slid between Schera’s anus, the wolf’s manhood finally exited their sheathe, packing a similar 7-inch meat stick like their cat friend but quite impressive due to his height. Schera’s manhood was quickly treated as well once Dess pulled the wolf out of her mouth and focused her sucking on Schera’s cock while the wolf twitched and whined from the building pleasure.

“Feels good, right? You’ll feel a lot better once you’re inside~”

“I still… don’t trust you…”

“What will let me get your trust?”

“Promise… that you won’t eat me, and I’ll concede… Nggh~!”

“How many times do I have to repeat it to you? I won’t literally eat you…”

“Have mercy!”

Even after clearing up her intentions to Schera repeatedly, Dess still found the wolf begging for their life. Schera’s resistance also began to chip away at Dess’s patience, so much so that she really considered forcing the wolf inside of her. She didn’t want that to be her last choice but since Schera was so fussy, she eventually snapped when the wolf accidentally kicked her face with great force. In response, Dess immediately went silent like a disappointed mother and pulled Schera out of her mouth, positioning the whining wolf at head height before swallowing their head.

Dess’s tongue immediately invaded Schera’s mouth, punishing the wolf with a deep tonguing. Resistance was immediately made useless by the fact every insertion left behind the DDA’s goo, quickly wrapping around Schera’s face and turning into a gas mask. But Dess wouldn’t stop there and manipulated her goo to completely wrap Schera’s face like a tight muzzle, shutting the wolf’s snout but just enough to let a small tube insert into their mouth when it was time for rougher stimulation. And now that a gas mask was on Schera’s head, Dess pulled the dazed wolf from her maw and dropped them right into her cockpit which immediately began to inflate and fill with latex.

“I hope this will become a learning experience for you to be nice and not be afraid of us DAs, got it?”

“Mmmphh… (Yup, it’s really over for me… I guess this is the end…)”

Right before she dropped Schera into her chest cavity, Dess slipped her Synolar onto the wolf’s neck, only to sigh in disappointment when she read Schera’s thoughts and found him still despairing about his claustrophobia. Hopefully, Schera would finally learn that Dess wasn’t going to harm him with more hands-on experience. This experience quickly went underway as Schera was wrapped in a white latex suit before being flipped around by the cavity’s tentacles to face the proper way. It was much easier to get Schera in his proper place now that he had given up and accepted his “death”, connecting to Dess’s breathing tubes and visor while the cockpit closed in. Schera would shed a fearful tear once the lights went out, but he was relieved to find his vision restored once Dess shared hers with the wolf.

“(Huh? I’m fine? I’m not trapped anymore? But it’s so hard to move… I feel like I’m squished between slippery pillows…)”

“Oooh… So just seeing yourself in a tight space is what’s scary to you?”

“(Hey! What’s going on! Am I- Am I looking through your eyes? But you don’t have eyes, right? And how are we talking right now? Do you have telepathy?)”

“Our eyes are located somewhere else and we’re communicating using the Synolar on your neck. But anyways, do you feel comfortable in there?”

“(I can’t move! What are you doing with my body!)”

“Just keeping you comfortable, silly~ Should I inflate the interior a little more~?”

“(This feels really weird… Again, I feel like I’m trapped between giant balloons!)”

“I’ll apply a bit of lubricant and tell me how your body feels afterwards.”

“(Err… Okay…)”

After so many attempts to get Schera to calm down, the hundredth one seemed to have work which was to keep the wolf’s vision clear from any tight spaces without the need to accommodate their body. Schera immediately stopped crying when he felt trapped in the tightness of the Dess’s soft latex interior and instead felt curious as to why it felt so comfortable to be squeezed in between them. Finally giving the DDA a chance, Schera began shifting his body around the puffy latex around him which now dripped with slippery lube.

At the same time, Schera realized a few stimulating bristles rubbing against his furry chest while his knot was trapped inside of a milking receptacle. Luckily, none of these tools were active as Dess wanted Schera to get comfortable at his own pace. Surprisingly, Schera eased up to the idea of being Dess’s pilot albeit silently as he enjoyed squirming in the depths of the DDA’s folds. And slowly but surely, Schera changed his view of Dess. He was still afraid of tight spaces but the soft cockpit he was in was definitely an enclosed space he was willing to enjoy.

“Mind telling me how you feel? Feels great, doesn’t it?”

“(O-Okay. Fine. Maybe we had a rough start, s-so I’d like to apologize…)”

“O-Oh! Uhh… Thanks, I guess?”

“(I’m just normally not a fan of four-legged things, okay? Especially when they’re bigger than me.)

“I see…”

“(A-And I’d like to say that this actually… feels kinda nice. I love the softness and slipperiness… Feels like my entire body is getting massaged…)”

“Huhu~ Someone finally gets it, hmm~? Well then, should I proceed with the stimulation?”

“(There’s more? Uhh, sure! Wait, what do you even want from me again? Why do I need to pilot you?)”

“Since you came from the same world as Kitt, I assumed your sperm would be special and fertile like his as well as the fact that there’s nobody else in this town fit to be my pilot, and I am certainly not going to wait for sunrise to rescue Kitt.”

“(What kind of– Never mind. I don’t want to upset you further since I’m really, really interested in how you can fuck me up.)”

“Wow… So bold!”

“(I didn’t know Kitt was enjoying heaven without telling me so give me a taste of it!)”

From a hater to a lover, Schera’s latex-covered tail could only wag an inch as he playfully invited Dess to have her way with the wolf. Fear and hesitation had also left Schera’s body in a place of smug anticipation and excitement, prompting Dess to give a hearty chuckle before squeezing Schera to the point that the wolf could barely move. The tight constriction would only turn Schera on as he rubbed his entire body against the slippery folds of the DDA before feeling a DDA-shaped dildo plunge into their rectum. Schera, being a trained wolf, didn’t give any strong reactions as the sizable toy grew in his ass and only bit down on the rubbery tube in their mouth as they braced for the full insertion.

Along with the insertion of the DDA dildo, Dess started every other method of stimulation she had in store for Schera. Mouth fucking, nipple licking, and cock milking, Schera received the full course from Dess. The wolf’s desert would be none other than the aphrodisiacs of the DDA, both in liquid and gas form to make sure Schera was horny as possible. Being a magical demon that could control their blood, Schera could easily resist the chemicals that started to plague his body. However, Schera willingly carried the aphrodisiac through his entire system while also keeping his cock stiff by forcing blood into the organ even after the first climax.

And once he achieved his first orgasm, he couldn’t help but moan hoarsely. It was an understandable reaction but Schera felt ashamed to moan in such a way for any reason, especially with Dess having no doubt heard his pleasant struggles. But Dess did not mind it at all and even encouraged the wolf to be vocal with their pleasure, even if it was pathetic whimpers or quivering moans, Dess wanted to know Schera’s honest reactions to her stimulation.

“How’s my puppy holding up~?”

“(Ouhh~... A-Am I your puppy now?!)”

“Is it alright if I call you that?”

“(I’ll be your puppy! I love the way you make me feel! Woof– nngghh~! W-Woof!! ❤️ Make me feel good, mommy!)”

“Oh~ You like being called a puppy?”

“(Ngaah~! Y-Yes!)”

“I see~ Alright then, keep cumming for mommy, and while you dream of heaven, we’ll rescue Kitt together, okay?”

“(Yes! R-Rescue– hngghhh~ K-Kitt!)”

Behind his tough persona as a blood demon, Schera was a sucker for praise. In fact, if Dess took on a more anthropomorphic form, Schera would have had no trouble hitting on the DDA. Being called a puppy and being praised by a woman hit all of Schera’s favorite kinks, further entrancing the wolf in their role as Dess’s pilot. Schera didn’t seem to protest against the aphrodisiac numbing his thinking either as the only thing in his head was an endless loop of thoughts to cum and make Dess proud in the process.

Dess was a little bit surprised by Schera’s sluttiness but she enjoyed entertaining the wolf through her praises, even giving them an affectionate pet with one of their tentacles. This little praise and roleplay essentially doubled Schera’s sperm production from the mix of his own horniness and the effects of the aphrodisiacs. And since Schera forced his manhood to stay stiff by not letting the blood in his cock recede after cumming, the pleasure nerves underneath his glans continued to stimulate Schera.

Orgasms were continuously reached every thirty seconds, and by the first five minutes of being in Dess’s cockpit, Schera had already lost his mind and completely degraded into an obedient pup. Metaphorical hearts had also replaced Schera’s irises while drool dripped from under the mask and continuously wet the wolf’s mouth. Additionally, every squeeze of Schera’s nipples, squeezing of his cock, and ramming of the ginormous DDA cock against his prostate elicited loud muffled cries from the pup, all of which culminated with the continued fueling of the DDA they were inside of.

But now that Schera was efficiently trained to be a perfect slutty pilot like Kitt, it was time for Dess to search for the missing cat and swiftly mounted their new submarine. The submarine itself was shaped like a flat capsule to accommodate Dess’s width and closed like a fighter jet. So when Dess connected herself to the pilot seat and the sub’s controls through several lewd tentacles that attached themselves to her many ports, the tough glass door of the sub closed before being tightly sealed by nanogoo.

Dess would then lower the submarine into the water while she began booting up the relevant applications for her hunt for the Lumivex that kidnapped Kitt and the rest of the people she was looking for. These would include Drac Tech observations, public sightings, weather patterns, and most importantly a powerful radar that could differentiate normal sea creatures from the dangerous Lumivexes. And with her paw on the throttle, Dess tore through the net that the Lumivex that kidnapped Kitt had already torn through, starting her search for the friends she once had and the one she had recently made.

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