Liminal Proxy

Blanketed by cloaking fields and radar-scattering beam emitters, the Liminal Proxy reprogramming outpost is visible only briefly as it obscures the stars behind it during its orbit. Officially, this station does not exist, and neither do you, although this makes you no less passionate about your work. You watch as the transport freighter, recently found drifting in deep space, is disassembled in the cargo bay. A medistasis pod is slowly wheeled away from the derelict vessel, containing the transport's sole occupant. Knowing where it will arrive, you step towards the reprogramming bay, eyeing your datapad as information about this new subject streams in... (text-colour:cyan)[NAME: MELIO DRACONA SPECIES: DRAGON (VARIANT C-9) HEIGHT: 236.23 CM WEIGHT: 130.181 KG OCCUPATION: DEEP-SPACE FREIGHTER PILOT] Very deep space indeed, to find him out here...you pull up the in-cabin security logs from his transport. The feed contains weeks of data from this particular haul. While the green-scaled dragon occasionally hopped on the controls for fine maneuvers or warp checkpoints, it looks like the autopilot was handling most of the flying. Melio spent most of his time in the cockpit dozing, watching movies, or jerking off. At the end of the log, though, he's hunched over the controls, a panicked look on his face as alarms blare in the cabin. There's no clear sign of the problem even as the feed cuts off. Whatever it was, he's lucky. There's not a space station around for lightyears, not on the record anyway. Of course, once he's been inside a Liminal Proxy facility, he won't be leaving the same as when he came in, but that's probably still better than dying alone in deep space. [[Examine subject]] (This game contains a variety of non-consensual kinks and themes. Please use your best judgement before proceeding, or check the more complete list of [[content warnings.]] Please be aware, they may contain spoilers!)

Your pace is unaltered as you arrive at the reprogramming bay, the door whirring open almost-silently at your approach. Like most of the rooms in the station, the reprogramming bay is dimly lit, and your footsteps echo on the metallic floor. A few seconds after your arrival, a circular hatch on the floor slides ajar, the tank containing your new subject slowly rising up through it. The metal shielding panels retract, revealing a clear glass cylinder beneath. Lit from within, its pale blue glow spills out into the room, the transparent fluid within leaving no obstruction to viewing the occupant - especially since the nano-med mix contained within has already dissolved his clothing. As his data suggests, he's quite a large dragon, scales an almost mint green with dark grey underbelly plating. He's broad-shouldered and fairly bulky, with definition in his limbs and chest but a fairly large gut. Beneath that, his endowment hangs between his legs, uncut and still reasonably impressive in its soft state. The horns protruding from his head display a strange pattern, like cracks in dry soil, and while his eyes are currently closed you know them to be a pale yellow. Mechanical whirrs fill the room as numerous mechanical arms descend from the ceiling, plugging into ports at the top of the tank. Entering the fluid, sensors attach and clamps restrain, providing a more thorough diagnostic on the subject in your care and transmitting it to your datapad. He's stable, and in good health. Looks like the sedative in the nano-fluid is losing effectiveness, though. Time to decide what to do with him. [[Reveiw data]]

(if:$beast is 1)+(if:$aggression>80)[The alarms blink from yellow to red. A heavy claw thuds against the glass of the tank, and cracks begin to spread from the point of impact... [[!!!WARNING! CONTAINMENT BREACH IMMINENT!!!]]](else:)[(if:$aggression < 41)+(if:$acuity > 60)[The subject floats calmly in his tank, appearing only dimly aware of his surroundings. His breathing is slow and even, and his tail swishes slowly in the fluid as though trying to understand his situation.](if:$aggression > 40 and < 81)+(if:$acuity > 60)[The subject stirs in his tank, pulling against his restraints. He grits his teeth in confusion and irritation and his tail swishes angrily.](if:$aggression > 80)+(if:$acuity > 60)[The subject wrenches a hand free from its restraints, reaching to his other arm and yanking away several sensors before he's caught and immobilized again.](if:$acuity < 61 and > 21)+(if:$aggression < 41)[The subject floats calmly in his tank, arms drooping and shoulders slumped forward. Its hard to tell if the swaying of his tail is his own or just the motion of the fluid suspending him.](if:$acuity < 61 and > 21)+(if:$aggression > 40 and < 81)[The subject makes an occasional sharp motion in his tank, as though snapping at something that isn't there. You can't hear him but you can detect a snarl on his lips.](if:$acuity < 61 and > 21)+(if:$aggression > 80)[The subject pulls against his restraints with enough force to press against the glass, snarling with rage and hunger, testing the limits of his containment.](if:$acuity < 20)[The subject hangs utterly still save for the slow and faintly visible rise and fall of his chest. His limbs and tail sway faintly in the fluid but offer no motion of their own.] (if:$arousal < 21)[His cock hangs limp between his thighs.](if:$arousal > 20 and < 41)[His cock throbs, slowly hardening before your eyes.](if:$arousal > 40 and < 75)[His cock pulses occasionally, fully hard within the collection tube.](if:$arousal > 74 and < 100)[His cock throbs with need, staining the walls of the collection device with beads of fluid.](if:$arousal > 99)[His cock twitches on the edge of orgasm, leaking like a faucet. The padlock symbol on his restraining device blinks red as it prevents release. The subject's agitation grows with each passing moment. He'll be difficult to program in this state.] SUBJECT STATUS =|= (text-colour:red)[AGGRESSION] (text-colour:navy)[ACUITY] (text-colour:magenta)[AROUSAL] (text-colour:green)[OBEDIENCE] (if:$obedience<100)[ [[POSITIVE REINFORCEMENT CONDITIONING]] [[PERSONALITY ERASURE]] [[BIOTIC MODIFICATION]]] =|= (print:$aggression)% (print:$acuity)% (print:$arousal)% (print:$obedience)% (if:$obedience<100)[ [[FORCED STIMULATION]] [[INTENSIVE PROGRAMMING]] (if:$arousal > 99)[ [[PERMIT ORGASM]]]] |==| (if:$obedience<100) [You have access to a variety of training programs. As a seasoned professional, you don't need an explanation on what they do, but you keep your datapad handy to double check details, just in case. [[Conditioning Explanations]]](if:$obedience is 100)[ [[Programming Complete]]]]

As a senior Liminal Proxy Reprogramming Specialist, you're given fairly broad license to mold your subjects as you see fit. That said, you don't get a lot of subjects in this distant corner of space, so your supervisor will be expecting a good result from this one. Inside the tank, a helmet and visor laden with wires slowly descends, hovering over the dragon's head before fastening into place with a metallic thunk audible even through the glass. His finger twitches, body beginning to stir. You glance down at your data, which has been calibrated to quantify the key factors you work with when programming a subject. (text-colour:red)[AGGRESSION] defines the subject's desire to lash out at those around them. Typically represents resistance to conditioning, and can be dangerous if raised too high, although it is desirable for certain outcomes. (text-colour:navy)[ACUITY] defines the subject's cognitive ability and capacity for complex decision-making. High acuity makes a subject resist gains to obedience and heightens gains to aggression. Losses to acuity are permanent, so it must be carefully managed if attempting to maintain a high-functioning subject. (text-colour:magenta)[AROUSAL] defines the subject's proximity to orgasm. A heightened state of arousal will reduce the effecs of a subject's acuity, though it must be carefully managed. Your tech can prevent orgasm indefinitely but keeping a subject on edge will spike their aggression and erode acuity. (text-colour:green)[OBEDIENCE] measures your progress towards sucessfully reprogramming the subject. Once this stat reaches 100, the subject is obedient and needs no further programming. The subject's outcome will depend on their other stats, as well as actions taken during the programming process. Of course, these are mere guidelines. You can't know form sure how the subject's stats will influence each other until you get started. (set: $aggression to 20)(set: $acuity to 100)(set: $arousal to 10)(set: $obedience to 10) SUBJECT STATUS =|= (text-colour:red)[AGGRESSION] (text-colour:navy)[ACUITY] (text-colour:magenta)[AROUSAL] (text-colour:green)[OBEDIENCE] =|= (print:$aggression)% (print:$acuity)% (print:$arousal)% (print:$obedience)% |==| All within expected parameters. A long, needle-like cable plugs itself into the back of Melio's helmet while a tube-like attachment fits itself over his shaft. As it reaches the base, another attachment fits itself over his testicles, securing them inside a shiny black sphere. The readout on the front of this device displays a closed, white padlock. Now, how to proceed... [[Subject Overview]]

A few taps on your datapad sets the subject's visor aglow. A program of soft, looping visuals laced with subliminal messaging begins to play, accompanied by mind-numbingly soothing music. At the same time, the device between his legs initializes, softly twitching as it slowly pumps his shaft in rhythm with the conditioning. (if:$arousal<100)[(if:$acuity>60)[His expression twists in confusion as he tries to resist the programming sinking into his brain. Over time, though, you see his jaw slacken, his shoulders slump as he's unable to resist it reshaping his mind...](if:$acuity>20 and <61)[His jaw hangs partially open as he takes in the visuals, occasionally twitching and gritting his teeth as though feeling the need to fight back without really understanding why. As you watch him train, you can see his posture relaxing, these outbursts becoming less common as he finds little need to resist the pleasure and relaxation...](if:$acuity<21)[The barely responsive dragon stirs as his programming begins, a wide, dopey grin spreading across his face. His tail sways eagerly behind him as he absorbs the conditioning, eager to be rewritten and controlled.]](if:$arousal>99)[The dragon tugs against his restraints as even light stimulation bombards his senses with pleasure signals. His shaft throbs continuously, out of rhythm with the program, and as he jerks his hips its hard to tell if he's trying to pull away or thrust harder. The restraining device on his balls blinks stubbornly red despite his efforts to empty them. Eventually, he tires himself out, and some of the programming sinks in, even as his body continues to occasionally twitch from the persistent ministration of his cock.] (if:$arousal>99)[(set:$aggression to $aggression +30)(set:$acuity to (max:$acuity - 15, 21))](set:$arousal to (min:$arousal + 15, 100))(if:$acuity > 60)[(set:$obedience to $obedience + 5)](if:$acuity<61 and >20)[(set:$obedience to $obedience + 12)](if:$acuity<21)[(set:$obedience to $obedience + 24)](if:$aggression > 40)[(set:$obedience to $obedience - 3)](if:$aggression > 80)[(set:$obedience to $obedience - 3)](set:$obedience to (min:$obedience, 100))(set:$obedience to (max:$obedience, 1))(set:$aggression to (max:$aggression - 9, 1))(if:$acuity<61 and > 20)[(set:$aggression to (max:$aggression -6, 1))](if:$acuity<21)[(set:$aggression to (max:$aggression-10,1))](if:$aggression>100)[(set:$aggression to 100)] [[Subject Overview]]

(if:$acuity>1)[Several indicators on the subject's helmet blink, and the cable at the base of his neck hums gently with activity. Your datapad fills with a complicated string of code, the messy and varied neuropaths of memory, personality, identity. If the soul, the very self, can exist, it is here, in the code at your fingertips, ready to be pruned and molded. A prompt appears onscreen. FORMAT ALL? [[YES]]///[[NO]]] (if:$acuity is 1)[The subject's mind is already gone. This procedure will have no further effect. [[Subject Overview]] ]

(if:visits is 1)[Attachments on the subject's ankles spread apart, forcing him to widen his legs as the Advanced Compliance Device rises from the tank's floor. He can't see what's coming but he clearly tenses up in alarm, straining against his bindings. His squirming redoubles once the ACD nestles itself at the base of his tail, pressing itself insistently against the opening there. Only once it forces its way inside does the subject still himself, holding tense and rigid, though a faint tremble of anticipation remains detectable in his limbs. He doesn't seem very experienced, but you're on a schedule here. You slide up a dial on the datapad, and the machine forces itself deep into the subject's rear. Bubbles issue into the oxygenated fluid mix as he opens his mouth in alarm. The nanites in the solution dull the pain as you work to find the optimal depth and vibration to properly stimulate the subject. You can see him snarling and thrashing his tail, but the physiological responses are promising...](if:visits is 2)[The bindings tighten again as you prepare the subject for another round. He tenses reflexively as the compliance device withdraws partially from him, measuring his every reaction. Then it pushes back in, emitting micro-vibrations at points it calculated to be optimal on the previous withdrawal. The method is crude, but undeniably effective. The subject shudders as the ACD strikes his most sensitive spots, efficiently learning his every need. As its data compiles, it strikes with increasing and unrelenting speed, spiking the dragon's prostate with pleasurable whirrs over and over. The subject's grit teeth are broken apart into gasps and moans, as despite the brutality of his violation the stimulation it provides is impossible to ignore...](if:visits>2)[You engage the ACD once more, subjecting the dragon to another long round of repeated thrusts. The device on his shaft matches the rhythm of penetration, both devices working in tandem to force the subject's body to betray him.] (if:$arousal>99)[(set:$aggression to (min:$aggression +20, 100))(set:$acuity to (max:$acuity - 15, 21))](set:$arousal to (min:$arousal + 40, 100))(if:$acuity>20)[(set:$aggression to (min:$aggression+12, 100))](if:$acuity>60)[(set:$aggression to (min:$aggression +15, 100))] [[Subject Overview]]

The already-dim lights within the tank dim as you engage the brainwashing procedure. Light from the subject's visored helmet leaks from its edges as you begin implanting a basic set of trigger words and commands into his psyche - a necessary foundation for the more extensive and permanent changes you plan to make later... (if:$arousal>74)[With the subject already deeply distracted by the throbbing between his legs, your programming sinks deeply into his mind, the simpler parts of his brain building strong connections between obedience and pleasure, compliance and reward.](if:$arousal>40 and<75)[The subject grunts in confusion, his conscious mind trying to shut out the intrusion. His unconscious mind, however, still falls prey to it, slowly bending to your will even as he tries to fight it off.](if:$arousal<41)[The subject strains in his bindings as the visual stimulus assails him. He can't fully comprehend what's happening, but base instincts of fear fight back against your programming, though he's unable to resist it entirely...] (if:$arousal>99)[(set:$arousal to 109)(set:$aggression to (min:$aggression+30,100))](if:$arousal>74)[(set:$obedience to $obedience+35)](if:$arousal > 40 and < 75)[(set:$obedience to $obedience+20)](if:$arousal<41)[(set:$obedience to $obedience+10)](if:$aggression < 41)[(set:$aggression to (min:$aggression+9,100))](if:$aggression > 40 and < 81)[(set:$obedience to $obedience-7)(set:$aggression to (min:$aggression+9, 100))](if:$aggression > 80)[(set:$obedience to $obedience-20)](set:$arousal to (max:$arousal-9,1))(set:$acuity to (max:$acuity-8,1))(set:$obedience to (min:$obedience,100))(set:$obedience to (max:$obedience,1)) [[Subject Overview]]

(if:visits is 1)[For a dragon, this subject is quite docile, but you have your ways of correcting that. Pacing to the wall, you peruse a number of sealed canisters, each sporting an elaborate array of warning labels. After a few moments you select one, slotting it in to an input at the base of the subject's tank. A few taps to the datapad produces a loud hiss as the substance is disbursed into the oxygenated fluid. The potent mix of mutagens and specially programmed nanites mixes with the subject while you observe the results. He twitches in confusion at the sensations as you watch his hormones spike, tail flicking sharply as you draw out his more primitive, aggressive tendencies. Still, you're careful to control the flow. Best to take it a little at the time, see how he reacts. This particular formula is still intended, and could lead to permanent changes at the genetic level...](if:visits is 2)[This subject is still far too meek for your taste. You release the modification fluid into an auxiliary input, piping it to an array of injectors that descend silently from the ceiling of the tank. With the subject's vision obscured, he's blind to the needles slowly surrounding him as they perform the calculations needed to slip between the scales on his hide. You watch carefully, and correct a few variables, while taking care not to over-tighten the subject's bindings which might put him on guard. With a flick on your display, the needles jab forward, each sinking in to his chest, neck, or arms. The dragon barely notices their carefully-calculated entry points at first, until all at once their plungers depress, releasing the genetic conversion fluid directly into his bloodstream. Just then, you tighten his bindings as he moves to thrash and struggle, thoroughly restrained but vibrating with fury, tail landing with heavy thunks against the walls of the tank. You see him open in mouth in a roar once, twice, and on the third time it shakes the glass, a bestial sound not entirely muffled by the containment. His muscles visibly swell, causing some of the sensors attached to him to pop free and hang loosely in the fluid. You monitor the dosage carefully and stop just shy of critical levels. Any more tampering will irrevocably change the subject's genetic makeup, and may jeopardize containment...](if:visits is 3)[(set:$beast to 1)As your finger brushes the prompt to continue genetic alteration, a warning flashes on screen. You ignore it. This subject's potential is far too great to be limited by standard safety procedure. At your command, critical levels of gene-altering biotic fluid are released into the tank, clouding the transparent fluid in a green haze. The silhouette of your subject remains visible through the fog, and you watch intently as this final treatment takes effect. The dragon's form bulges, ripples, and elongates, posture bending into something hunched and feral. Yellow eyes glint through the gloom as the subject fills more of the space, his dangerously-clawed palms pressing against the glass. Dagger-like teeth line his partially open jaws, which occasionally snap at nothing as though yearning for prey to catch. His tail grows little in thickness but stretches and pulls until it nearly doubles in length, winding through the fluid with a sense of purpose, like a sensory organ of its own. His cock, too, now nearly fills the collection tube on its own, faintly knotted at the base, straining against the glass. As the fog finally clears, you're quite pleased with your work. The now barely humanoid dragon before you rumbles with faint but undeniable menace. The tensile strength indicators atop the tank blink a warning yellow, indicating the possibility of a containment breach. At least until his programming is complete, you'll have to be very careful not to agitate the subject too much...](if:visits<4)[(if:$arousal>99)[(set:$aggression to (min:$aggression +10, 100))(set:$acuity to (max:$acuity - 15, 21))](set:$arousal to (min:$arousal+7,100))(if:$aggression>80)[(set:$arousal to (min:$arousal+15,100))](set:$aggression to (min:$aggression+12,100))(set:$acuity to (max:$acuity-17,1))](if:visits>3)[There's nothing left to do here. The subject has already become something greater than what they were.] [[Subject Overview]]

(if:visits is 1)[Eyeing the subject's desperate need, you hover your finger over the unlock prompt for his chastity device before finally pressing it. The red blinking padlock turns solid green, and the subject's mouth gapes wide as his body immediately plunges into orgasm. Whole body trembling in his binds, you can see him trying to close his posture in embarrassment as his shaft pumps out several healthy spurts of white fluid into the collection tube, but in his current position all he can really do it slightly tense his thighs. His climax is coaxed along as the stimulation device works relentlessly, milking him of every last drop. The genetic material flows unevenly down the tube until it slows to a trickle, captured and stored for further research... The lock flashes red once more. Time to get back to work.](if:visits is 2)[As you release the lock once again, the subject grits his teeth, his orgasm not arriving quite so freely as last time. Perhaps he's trying to hold it back? You make a simple adjustment and the stimulation tube increases in pace while you watch the subject's composure crack and, eventually, break. It almost looks like he's begging as the tension drops from his body, hanging limp as he fires off another orgasm into the cold, unfeeling grip of your machine. He put up some effort, but you can already tell he's losing the strength to fight it - his knees trembling, even his tail hanging limp. Analyzing his production, you're impressed to see it come close to matching the last result, the last few drops almost evening out the numbers of his first climax and his second.](if:visits is 3)[The subject's physical reactions to his arousal have become dulled, locking him in a sort of overstimulated torpor. He stirs only slightly as you release his lock, jaw and tongue lolling as you coax yet another orgasm out of him. Still, while his body is limp, his shaft is nothing of the sort, eagerly producing another load despite the wishes of the dragon attached to it. As it begins to fire, you adjust a dial, causing an aphrodisiac compound to filter into the nano-fluid mixture. As they filter into the subject's physiology, he arches his back and swishes his tail, the almost-dulled pleasure signals now heightening beyond the peaks of his first orgasm. He fidgets and flexes his fingers and toes, clearly struggling to understand the reaction, but by the end of his orgasm you can see him lightly rolling his hips into the collection tube...](if:visits is 4)[As the subject's arousal peaks, his body is already in the process of betraying him. You see him shifting and grinding against the equipment, trying with futility to push himself over the edge, tail swaying eagerly in anticipation. When you unlock him, his whole body shivers, jaw dropping in what must be a moan as he eagerly dispenses his load. The mix of stimulants and refractory suppressors now floating in his tank has agreed quite nicely with him, and despite his frequent exertions this proves his largest deposit yet. He seems to almost take a kind of pride in it, working his hips until he's spilled his last drop, before slumping in his restraints. His programming may not quite be complete, but he already seems quite happy with his role...] (set:$arousal to 1)(set:$aggression to (max:$aggression - 15, 1))(set:$obedience to $obedience-25)(if:visits>1)[(set:$obedience to $obedience+20)](if:visits>2)[(set:$obedience to $obedience+15)](set:$obedience to (min:$obedience,100))(set:$obedience to (max:$obedience,1)) (if:visits<4)[ [[Subject Overview]]](if:visits is 4)[ [[Initiate Sample Collection Loop]]]

POSITIVE REINFORCEMENT CONDITIONING Provide pleasant stimulation to the subject while subjecting them to hypnotic visuals and audio. Raises (text-colour:magenta)[AROUSAL] and (text-colour:green)[OBEDIENCE] while decreasing (text-colour:red)[AGRESSION.] FORCED STIMULATION Utilize mechanical devices on various erogenous zones to cloud the subject's mind with pleasure. Raises (text-colour:magenta)[AROUSAL] and (text-colour:red)[AGGRESSION.] PERSONALITY ERASURE Modify the subject's memories, reducing their sense of self. Lowers (text-colour:navy)[ACUITY] and (text-colour:red)[AGGRESSION,] making the subject more vulnerable to further programming. INTENSIVE PROGRAMMING Bombard the subject with intense programming. Can greatly raise (text-colour:green)[OBEDIENCE,] but will be less effective at high (text-colour:red)[AGGRESSION] and always lowers (text-colour:navy)[ACUITY.] More effective at high (text-colour:magenta)[AROUSAL.] BIOTIC MODIFICATION Alter the subject's chemical physiology to a more primal form. Increases (text-colour:red)[AGGRESSION] and (text-colour:magenta)[AROUSAL] but lowers (text-colour:navy)[ACUITY.] [[Return.->Subject Overview]]

(if:(history: where its name contains "BIOTIC MODIFICATION")'s length <= 2)[The subject is now fully compliant, ready to be molded into a more permanent role based on his remaining traits. As you power down your induction equipment, you consider which program to run for the next few weeks on your newly trained and receptive dragon... (if:$aggression>40)+(if:$acuity>20)[ [[Initiate Enforcer Program]]](if:$aggression<41)+(if:$acuity>20)[ [[Initiate Sleeper Program]]](if:$acuity<21)[ [[Initiate Drone Program]]] (if:$aggression<41)+(if:$acuity>60)+(if:(history: where its name contains "PERMIT ORGASM")'s length >= 1)[ [[Initiate Cloning Program]]]](if:(history: where its name contains "BIOTIC MODIFICATION")'s length >= 3)[The hulking beast breathes slowly and evenly in the tank, bearing little resemblance to the meek freight hauler you started with. He's perfect. More beast than humanoid, but still under your thumb. Time to commit him to his training in earnest... [[Train your new pet]]]

With a simple touch to your datapad, the subject's helmet thrums with activity. A faint glow emanates from the attachment point at the back of his neck as the memory deletion process begins. A series of tiny blue lights on the headpiece begin to blink - each one signaling precise electronic stimuli used to sever neural connections. With each one, the subject twitches faintly, trying to understand the sensation of his consciousness being erased. His jaws hang half-open as though poised to ask a question that never fully comes to mind, and now never will. Data disappears from your screen in time with the process. In order to prevent brain failure, it moves slowly at first, targeting the connections between memories and ideas. Formative moments are left untouched but rendered contextless, devoid of meaning or impact, sounds and images no more coherent than random static on a screen. In this state, the subject's mind protects itself by clinging to those scenes, as though by scrutinizing them it will rediscover their purpose. This dragon here is no exception, and so the next phase of the process commences. The visor flickers to life, projecting images pulled from memory for the subject to view. His twitching calms as he focuses intently on each one as though trying to divine hidden meaning in what was once the utterly familiar. The visor cycles to another image, then another, changing scenes with escalating rapidity. As the mind focuses on what's displayed, memories not displayed are altered, made indistinct, or erased altogether. Even as the dragon clings to his psyche, it slips from his grasp. The images blur together into a rapid stream, looping through faster and faster as more of it is trimmed away - until the image shuts off altogether. Glancing down at your datapad, you see an empty screen with the words "FORMAT COMPLETE" in the center. A clean slate. The subject hangs limp in the tank, jaw still dangling loose. Nothing left up there, now. (set:$acuity to 1)(set:$aggression to 1)(if:$arousal < 100)[(set:$arousal to (max:$arousal-9,1))] [[Subject Overview]]

This subject calls for a scalpel, not a guillotine. Carefully, you set the stage, piping in an audio component to his helmet - a constant, atonal static that starts low but slowly rises in volume. Against this backdrop, you switch on the subject's visor to a looping, inverted pulse which collapses to the center of the screen rather than expanding out from it. In this environment, you extract flashes of memory, letting them flicker on screen and drain away as the visual collapses them into nothingness. With each one that fades, a light on the dragon's helmet flickers, highlighting brain activity and letting you zero in on where to alter it or erase it entirely. By the time you finish, the subject is just a bit more empty, more compliant... (if:$acuity>1)[(set:$aggression to (max:$aggression - 20,1))(set:$acuity to (max:$acuity - 15,1))(if:$arousal > 99)[(set:$aggression to (min:$aggression+30,100))](if:$arousal < 100)[(set:$arousal to (max:$arousal-9,1))]] [[Subject Overview]]

It would be a waste not to make use of this subject's impressive production capabilities. Genetic material always has a buyer, particularly for a specimen of this lineage. Now that he's sufficiently broken it, it takes little effort to calibrate an automatic cycle. The fluid medium filters in a set of nutrients and chemicals to keep the subject's production healthy and consistent, while the collection device works constantly on his cock, responding to his body's reactions to slow or increase his speed but never truly allowing rest. At first, his visor displays a simple loop of positive reinforcement subliminals, but after a while you decide on a different set of programming. You tie in the screen to your inventory of collection canisters, allowing a visual representation of the current stock to update and display to the subject in real time. As orders come in, the visor keeps him up to date on how much he needs to produce to keep up with demand. He's nothing but a milking stud, now. He might as well take some pride in his work. [[Ending 1 - Milk Factory]]

From outside the test chamber, you watch the subject slowly come to. Finding himself nude on cold, bare floor, he blinks in confusion, casting his gaze around the featureless dark room. "The hell...? Where am I...?" As he casts around in confusion, you examine your timetable. This particular program has been long, and rather tricky. Time for the moment of truth. A door at the far end of the chamber slides open, casting an imposing strip of illumination into the room. Through it, a figure approaches the subject, too backlit by the harsh, contrasting light to be reognizable. "Hey!" the subject yelps, shielding his eyes from the sudden change in brightness. "Who the hell are..." As he adjusts to the light, he trails off abruptly. The person in front of him is dressed in black, but otherwise is entirely identical to the dragon already in the chamber. He crosses his arms, glaring at his nude, perplexed counterpart. "I'm you, obviously," he growls. "The better you. Call me Alpha." "The fuck?" The subject blinks, looking down at his own body as though to reinforce his own identity. "I dunno how you look like me but you're not me. I'm me, obviously." "No you're not," grunts Alpha. "You're Beta. Get it?" "...no, I fucking don't. Hey, where are we? Where are my damn clothes?" Visibly agitated, the nude dragon moves to push past his counterpart towards the exit. [[Initiate Pairing Procedure]]

The subject's heightened aggression is perfect for this training regimen. Now that you have full control, it's easy to direct it where you please. You stand expectantly before the pod as the fluid within it drains. With a click and a hiss, the base of the glass cylinder releases from the bottom of the containment unit and lifts away, finally freeing the subject. The previously-opaque visor of his helmet turns transparent, allowing you to see the sharpness in his dull yellow eyes as he regards you. Still nude, he nonetheless strides confidently forward, shoulders square and tail swaying behind him. "Who the hell are you?" he growls, rolling his shoulder and raising a fist. You flick a switch, causing his helmet to emit a control tone. Instantly, his posture stiffens. He claps his arms firmly to his sides and stares straight ahead, ceasing all movement except for slow, even breaths. His cock bounces between his legs and throbs halfway to full erection at the effectiveness and clarity of the trigger. "I'm your boss," you reply evenly, pacing around and examining the subject. He only faintly reacts as you squeeze at the muscles on his arms, his chest, and releases just a small huff of breath when you heft his cock in your hand. "Of course!" he rationalizes the command very quickly. "Sorry I didn't recognize ya. If you're the boss, that means I've gotta listen to and obey your orders without question." He's already transplanted his obedience training onto you. Very good. "That's correct. And if someone tries to hurt me, what will you do?" He chuckles a bit, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Oh, I'll make 'em regret it, that's for sure. I'll bust them up good, so they'll never dare mess with you again." You give his cock an appreciative squeeze, and he chuckles again, this time a little more vacantly. "Very good. Now, let's get you geared up..." [[Ending 2 - Dragon Enforcer]]

In the weeks to come, you weave your programming carefully into the subject's psyche. Rather than rewriting him, you make a point to maintain what is already there. After all, it can be useful to leave a tool concealed, until just the right moment. "Initiating activation test." You speak into the recording as you enter the subject's cell. It's a small room, with little more than a bed, but it makes it easier for the subject to rationalize compared to waking up in a tube. He's sitting on the side of the cot when you walk in, body covered in nothing save a tight black jumpsuit. He glances up in surprise as you enter. "Finally," he grumbles. "Hey, what gives? I was on an approved route, you've got no business keeping me here." He goes on about subspace shipping contracts, the status of his cargo, the involvement of his company's lawers when he remembers how to contact them. Nothing about the crash or his programming. It's like those weeks never even happened to him. "Hey! Are you even listening?" He steps up into your space, standing a fair bit taller than you, irritation writ plain on his face. "I'm not a violent guy but you'd better say some-" "Proxy One, stand ready to receive orders." As the activation phase leaves your lips the dragon in front of you shuts down. His shoulders slump and his head droops, eyes gazing blankly forward. Good. An immediate response. "Proxy One, state mission objective." "Maintain the secrecy of Liminal Proxy," the dragon answers in a flat, monotone voice. You glance down at his crotch, a bulge evident in the thin fabric. You give it a light squeeze as a reward for his correct response, though it does not break his trance. "Good boy. I think you're ready for the field. You won't remember any of this until the next time you enter trance. Repeat." "I'm ready for the field. I won't remember any of this until the next time I enter trance." You continue to knead his cock but his answer does not slip or waver. "Perfect. Now, sleep. When next you wake, you'll be back in your hauler like nothing ever happened..." As your subject slumps even further, you help guide him back to the cot. He's out like a light by the time you get there. The test is a success. [[Ending 2 - Sleeper Agent]]

There's little mind left in the body before you. A blank slate, to be shaped and molded as you please. Each bit of instruction and programming you give it inscribed with the ease of writing on a chalkboard. This dragon no longer has any wants or needs of its own. Its a simple receptacle for your will. As the various tubes, sensors, and restraints disconnect, a layer of nano-polymer starts to spread over its body. It starts from the toes, coating each digit before rising up the legs. Merging with the locking device, it converts the dragon's genitals into a large but featureless bulge before continuing up the body. It reaches the shoulders, trailing down the arms, rising up the neck, and enclosing the head in a gasmask-like apparatus that joins with the helmet. Its conversion is now complete. The dragon drone stands rigid in its tank even after the seals release and the glass lifts away. Before giving any orders, you try a few tests. You put something familiar to the subject on its visor's display - the interior of the deep-space hauler it used to drive. No response. You walk up to the subject, standing inches away. No response. You reach out and feel the shiny, rubbery substance which hides nothing about the subject's body save its color. No response. You slide your hand down to grope and squeeze the sensitive bulge between its legs. No response. Good. "Subject, what is your name?" you ask. "This subject has no name," it replies in a low voice slightly muffled by the mask. "What is your function?" "This subject has not been designated a function." "For now, subject, your function is to serve me. Do a good job, and maybe I'll keep you. Do you understand?" "New function designated...yes, this subject understands." A perfect conversion. You still haven't quite decided what to use it for in the long term, but for now there's plenty of chores around the station that need catching up on... [[Ending 3 - Dragon Drone]]

A month passes... Standing at the bridge of your station, you look out the viewport at the same view as always. A stretch of deep space and a chunk of dead rock. This facility has always been a dead-end assignment. Normally, you wouldn't bother admiring the view, but today you have company. "...and production is far behind quota." your supervisor, Director Banach, drones along with a performance assessment you aren't really listening to. "I know you don't get a lot of subjects out here, but if we look over the reports-" He's interrupted by a sound, a faint thumping, coming from the vents above. He squints up towards the ceiling for a bit in irritation. "And clearly, your slacking in maintenance as well. But back to the matter at hand..." "Really, I don't see what the problem is," you interject. "It's as you say, we don't get a lot of subjects out here. We have to make the most of the ones we do." "And are you?" he questions, thrusting a datapad in your face. Displayed on screen is an all-too familiar green dragon. "Your report on this subject is extremely unclear. I'd like to see him, at once. And if you value your position at all, you'd better hope he's up to standard." "Oh, I wouldn't worry about seeing him..." Something wet drips down from the shadows above the Director, landing on his shoulder - a foamy glob of drool, and above, its source... "...he's already found you." In a blur of violent motion, the dragon-beast descends from above. Director Banach's scream is swiftly cut off by a huge pair of jaws engulfing him down to his waist. Your subject lands heavily, seizing his prey and tossing him up, throat bulging as it swiftly works down the squirming form of your boss. A few quick swallows and he disappears entirely into the dragon's gullet, reduced to nothing more than a squirming lump on a one-way trip into your prize creation's stomach... [[Climb the Organizational Ladder]]

The sound of glass cracking and buckling is only faintly audible over the alarm sirens. Several small chunks of material eject from the tank as streams of fluid pour out into the lab. Another thud, and the cracks widen. You work quickly, trying to introduct a sedative into the fluid medium, but you can already tell it won't take effect quickly enough. "Warning. Induction lab compromised. Activating lockdown." As the automated voice rings out, you abandon your datapad and bolt for the door. Before you can reach it, thick metallic shutters slam shut in front of you, preventing access to the exit. You pound on the barricade to no avail. It was made to contain far stronger beings than you. The sound of shattering glass and a rush of fluid escaping into the chamber sends a shiver of fear through your body. You want to run but you don't know where. Your body freezes up even as the slow, heavy footfalls of something behind you get closer and closer, until a low, animalistic growl emanates from just behind your ear... A camera in the corner quietly observes the proceedings as the system AI records this unexpected arrangement of variables... [[Observe]] [[Start Over]]

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Back against the wall, you turn, staring into the eyes of the beast you've created. He towers over you despite his hunched posture. The flash of the warning lights illuminates him only in brief periods, but he looks so much bigger here, up close. His hot breath washes over you as he snarls, long knifelike fangs inches from your face, and for a moment you wonder if this is it. Maybe it would be a mercy if it was. The beast has something else in mind for you. Something hard, dangling between his legs, leaking a trail on the lab floor as it dangles and sways beneath him. His claws shred your clothes, piece your skin as they grip you, his weight pressing down on your body. The fear of what's coming overpowers your shock and you try to struggle but he barely even registers your attempts to escape. You feel his cock between your legs and its uncomfortably hot, radiating with the frustrated need and arousal that your reckless experimentation caused. When it enters you, you howl in shock and pain, but he either does not notice or does not care. Here, on the floor of your lab, he breeds you. His snarling, slaving jaws hang always above you, dripping with saliva as he impales you over and over. The find yourself blacking out from the pain and fullness, drifting in and out of consciousness, but it never goes away. The rocking of his hips only increases in speed, as his eyes roll back, and the thick knot of flesh blooming at his base pops into you. He lets out a primal roar of dominance as his seed gushes into you, flooding your every inch, turning the heat up from unbearable to scorching as the thick, potent fluid changes you from within... [[Weeks pass...]]

By the time the distress beacon receives a response, it's already far too late. In a corner of the lab you remain, unable to move. The beast pads around his enclosure, sniffing, scratching, searching for an exit. Sometimes he even disappears from sight. Maybe he found one? But still, he always returns. Back to the crucible, and back to you. At first, you wondered if it was revenge, but his mind is now far too primitive for that. No, its simple breeding behavior. His first few loads worked to change you, as you changed him, into a receptacle for his genetic material. After that, you lost what little will you had to escape. You simply remained and endured his rut, feeling more and more full with each new load, only dimly aware that the feeling was growing even when he was away... As the Liminal Proxy Containment Team docks on the station, you no longer care if you get rescued at all. All you care about is carrying more offspring for your dragon... [[Ending 7 - Containment Breach]]

The new brood will flourish, and thrive, with you as its point of origin. Your place in galactic history is secured. Final Stats =|= (text-colour:red)[AGGRESSION] (text-colour:navy)[ACUITY] (text-colour:magenta)[AROUSAL] (text-colour:green)[OBEDIENCE] =|= (print:$aggression)% (print:$acuity)% (print:$arousal)% (print:$obedience)% |==| Congratulations(?)! You have achieved ending 7 of 7. Maybe be a little more careful next time. Feel free to restart the game to try for any of the other endings! [[Start Over]]

Nobody seems to know where all this quality product is coming from, but they don't care. They want more, and your source is more than happy for provide. Not as though he has any choice. Final Stats =|= (text-colour:red)[AGGRESSION] (text-colour:navy)[ACUITY] (text-colour:magenta)[AROUSAL] (text-colour:green)[OBEDIENCE] =|= (print:$aggression)% (print:$acuity)% (print:$arousal)% (print:$obedience)% |==| Congratulations! You have achieved ending 1 of 7. Feel free to restart the game to try for any of the other endings! [[Start Over]]

It's always good to stay one step ahead of the arms race. Personally, you abhor violence, but you're sure anyone getting beat down by your new loyal bodyguard brought it on themselves... Final Stats =|= (text-colour:red)[AGGRESSION] (text-colour:navy)[ACUITY] (text-colour:magenta)[AROUSAL] (text-colour:green)[OBEDIENCE] =|= (print:$aggression)% (print:$acuity)% (print:$arousal)% (print:$obedience)% |==| Congratulations! You have achieved ending 2 of 7. Feel free to restart the game to try for any of the other endings! [[Start Over]]

On the deep space radar, you watch the blip of your subject's freighter moving closer and closer to the civilized world. No doubt he's relaxing in his cabin without a care in the world, totally unaware of the programming in his brain, laying in wait like a predator in ambush... Final Stats =|= (text-colour:red)[AGGRESSION] (text-colour:navy)[ACUITY] (text-colour:magenta)[AROUSAL] (text-colour:green)[OBEDIENCE] =|= (print:$aggression)% (print:$acuity)% (print:$arousal)% (print:$obedience)% |==| Congratulations! You have achieved ending 3 of 7. Feel free to restart the game to try for any of the other endings! [[Start Over]]

Crossing your feet at the ankles, you prop them up on the back of your new dragon drone. Resting with his knees and elbows on the floor, it barely reacts as you settle in. You've been getting so much more done now that you've delegated the more menial tasks, but the work never stops, so luckily you've got something here to help you relax... Final Stats =|= (text-colour:red)[AGGRESSION] (text-colour:navy)[ACUITY] (text-colour:magenta)[AROUSAL] (text-colour:green)[OBEDIENCE] =|= (print:$aggression)% (print:$acuity)% (print:$arousal)% (print:$obedience)% |==| Congratulations! You have achieved ending 4 of 7. Feel free to restart the game to try for any of the other endings! [[Start Over]]

Your pet settles back on his haunches, grumbling as his sagging belly leaves him sluggish and slow. His hulking, elongated limbs and sharp, bestial jaws nevertheless take on a somewhat adorable quality when he's full like this, at least to you. You can still faintly hear the screams of the now ex-director Banach melting away inside your beast's roiling stomach, but given that you've been planning his demise for a week, they're of little concern to you. Instead, you reach down between your dragon-beast's legs. Time to reward his hard work. Your hands look tiny against his monstrous, engorged shaft but it springs to life at your touch all the same. A chorus of acidic burbles and animalistic growls accompany your efforts as you carefully and intently stroke your new, perfect subject. His tail wraps around your waist - the muscle strong enough to crush you, but simply pulling you closer until you're practically hugging his cock. With this beast at your beck and call, you'll have no trouble rising to the top. [[Ending 6 - Obedient Pet]]

It's time to leave this backwater station behind. People may have some questions about your promotion, but you know two things - one, the ID chip containing your boss's clearance permissions is fortunately resistant to stomach acid, and two, your new, obedient pet will be happy to show anyone how you obtained it. Final Stats =|= (text-colour:red)[AGGRESSION] (text-colour:navy)[ACUITY] (text-colour:magenta)[AROUSAL] (text-colour:green)[OBEDIENCE] =|= (print:$aggression)% (print:$acuity)% (print:$arousal)% (print:$obedience)% |==| Congratulations! You have achieved ending 6 of 7. Feel free to restart the game to try for any of the other endings! [[Start Over]]

"HALT." The sharp, clear command issues forth with a particular resonance from Alpha's throat. The subject freezes as the tone strikes something deep and programmed, something only his superior can touch... "That's better. What's your name?" "Wh, what's happen-" "QUIET. What's your name, Beta? SPEAK." "I-I'm Beta..." the dragon, Beta, whimpers, still blinking in confusion even as he accepts his identifier. "Good. What's your job, Beta?" "I, I don't..." "Oh, goddamn it...KNEEL." Instantly, Beta fell to his knees. Each command hit him as though with physical force, his features drooping, eyes losing focus. Staring up at Alpha, he doesn't seem to notice the clone in front of him unbuckling his pants. "OPEN." Obediently, Beta opens his jaws. Alpha seizes him roughly by the horns, forcing the tip of his cock onto Beta's tongue. The kneeling dragon groans as he tastes himself, but not himself, now displaying very little resistance. "Do you get it?" Alpha growls. "I own you. SPEAK." "Yo owmmrrrrphhh-" Beta's response is muffled by meat stuffed into his maw. Alpha buries himself in until Beta's snout presses his crotch, holding it there while the submissive dragon sputters and chokes. It feels like a solid minute before Alpha tugs him back and lets him take a breath, but only for a moment. "Your job, Beta..." Alpha grunts, rolling his hips into his originator's helpless snout as he talks, "is to do whatever the hell I tell you. Get me dinner, lick my feet, suck my dick. We're both agents of Liminal Proxy now, but I'm the one in charge, got that?" He gives a few more rough thrusts, ignoring the whimpers beneath him, before continuing. "Don't care. All I want to hear from you right now is you choking on my cum..." [[Ending 5 - Twin Agents]]

You watch your new agents bond for a good while. Two edges of the same blade, both totally obedient to you. As you observe Alpha press his boot into Beta's face, you note with satisfaction that they seem to be getting along just swimmingly. Final Stats =|= (text-colour:red)[AGGRESSION] (text-colour:navy)[ACUITY] (text-colour:magenta)[AROUSAL] (text-colour:green)[OBEDIENCE] =|= (print:$aggression)% (print:$acuity)% (print:$arousal)% (print:$obedience)% |==| Congratulations! You have achieved ending 5 of 7. Feel free to restart the game to try for any of the other endings! [[Start Over]]

This game contains almost entirely non-consensual scenarios. On top of that, this game also contains: -Hypnosis -Mind Control -Identity Death -Domination/Submission -Invasive medical procedures -Lethal vore -Rape -Impregnation This list is by no means comprehensive. Please use your best judgement!