Dream found herself waking up in a position she was unhappy with.

That understatement was actually more akin to burning rage, as she saw her outfit replaced with something new. Top to bottom, her latex was grey and black now. A seam down the middle for removal, gloves and paw-encasing socks. Not even boots! From the bound wings do her exposed and dulled claws, the dragon could do nothing but marvel at how monotonous she looked now. It was almost clinical and could have been somewhat acceptable, had it not been for the two worst parts of her new situation.

First was the branding on her chest. A prominent bust was emblazoned with lines of various thicknesses, in a row. A barcode? Something like what you would find on a product left in the supermarket, a can of peaches or something else equally unimportant. A product. Which she knew she wasn't! Dream was a person, a dragon of renown by her riches and hypnotic fury. Whoever had dared to mar her bust with such a terrible mark was to be destroyed, erased, and reconstructed into something useful.

Like a drooling boot licker.

"You know, this unit resisted a lot, too."

The dragon looked to her side to see a reptilian female lean over. For a suited drone, the posture seemed rather relaxed, as if there was some hint of free will or attitude lurking behind the glassy gaze. The green female had even more green glowing from her eyes, exuding from the visor which imprisoned them. Flickers of code appeared and vanished, but didn't seem to bother the serving scalie. Instead, her grin only grew a bit more sinister.

Dream could also see the barcode across her bust, though longer and more prominent. Another product of this company.

"But don't you worry. Everyone submits eventually. If you submit faster, you might keep a bit of that personality alive."

A ripple of sensation ran through Dream. Her wings attempted to flare, but their tight rubber encasement kept them pinned against her back. Her lips spread in a cry of shock, as the visor she only now noticed was coating her vision began to flow fresh information into her mind. Coding erupted in every direction, slamming against her mind with the force of the tides. This brief moment was stretched to infinity as her conscious mind struggled against what the subconscious was bombarded with, trying to block an endless array of assaults from every vector.

And, in an instant, it stopped.

"You think that... is enough to break me? Pathetic." The dragoness said, even if her words were breathless from the exhaustion of only a moment of submission.

"Oh, that?" The drone once known as Tyamet leaned in. "That was calibration for your eyes. This unit apologizes for any misunderstanding, Subject 721."

Before Dream could speak in resistance, the glow returned. Brighter, stronger, it forced its way into her mind with tendrils of emerald light. Her eyes glowed in their signature gold, but that started to fade, consumed under the glow of those who surely came to claim her as yet another product.

Her mouth opened in a wordless cry, one that would soon be replaced by submission.

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Part 2 of a quadrilogy commissioned by Dream!
Drones and writing are mine
Dream is, of course,  jortyguy who also got the pics
Tyamet and the art are  chaoscroc
More to come today!