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It was a relatively relaxed, autumn afternoon for the deergi known as Duski. Whilst the crisp, biting, cold winds blew outside in the overcast air, Duski was twiddling their paws at their desk, showing a rather…bored…expression and demeanour. Little did they know that their day, and their life, was about to change forever…~
“Heeeeeck…what to dooo…”
Duski bemoaned at their desk, idly staring at their game library wondering how to alleviate their boredom, plagued with the eternal struggle of having hundreds of games waiting in their library, yet with no clue of which to pick. Their paw scrolled, and scrolled and scrolled…until they hit the ‘Y’ section, and suddenly, their eyes gleamed at a favourite, as if seeing an old friend for the first time in years. “Yakuza!!! Gosh I haven’t booted this one in a while, there’s the day sorted.” Duski uttered, a near triumphant tone in their voice of elation having finally found the solution to their boredom, and so, they booted it up.
After an hour or so, obsessively trying to beat their near-perfect high score on a karaoke mini-game, Duski’s attention was broken by a sudden knocking at the door downstairs, the sound of which barely got above the loud music in-game. The deergi’s ears twitched curiously as they removed their headphones and looked out of their room, with a puzzled sort of face. “Hmm, I don’t remember having any orders or plans today…” Getting up with a laboured stretch from their chair, they went downstairs and came to the front door, peeping those adorable puppy-dog-esque eyes through the peephole. Yet, there was no one there…’Ugh, please don’t be some prank…’ they thought to themselves, knowing at least one of the neighbours liked to, as they say…do a little trolling…
After a sigh and a slouch, Duski opened the door, feeling the brisk wind hit their face through their fur, almost forgetting in their Yakuza fixation that it was not in fact a mild evening in Shibuya, but a frosty afternoon in England. They looked down to see a package, nothing too special or out of the ordinary, just a medium sized cardboard box with tape on the openings. Puzzled, the deergi peered out to see no one nearby, which was odd, considering they could see the delivery van pulling away down the street. Nevertheless, they picked it up, and brought it inside, taking it upstairs and onto their desk where the paused game awaited to be continued.
After flipping the box upside down, they saw a note addressed to them, reading:
For Duski,
From…
A friend
~ S
“Gosh, who’s this S character? How could I know them, or they know me?” Duski questioned aloud to themselves, there was no clue whatsoever as to who it could have been, and here sat a package addressed for them from a mystery benefactor. Scratching their head and fidgeting with their antlers, curiosity began to blossom in their mind…’What the heck could possibly be in there?…’ They simply *had* to find out now, and so, they grabbed a spare pair of scissors nearby, and cut through the tape.
Upon opening the box, they saw a myriad of colours in packaging paper, but amidst all that coloured packaging…was a shimmer of Silver…and it came into view for Duski. It was a thick, blue collar with a metallic, silvery plate on the front with an embossed design on the front, resembling a spiral. Duski’s mind started to race…’ohgoshohheckohgoshohheck-‘ not only did the collar itself bring excitement to them, but the spiral emblem brought forth Duski’s love of swirling, entrancing hypnosis. A slight blush began to creep over their cheeks.
Upon picking the collar up, Duski noticed it had a decent weight to it, and the inside felt snug and cosy to the touch, as though it might hug whatever it was worn on. As they inspected around, their eyes kept returning to that silvery, in-your-face spiral emblem. Duski simply couldn’t look away from it without the urge to return to the spiral.
As they looked in closer, a sudden haze began to build in their head, confusion setting in to the deergi, and a barely noticeable voice was heard inside of Duski’s head.
“Put me on…..”
“H…hhuh?” Duski was puzzled, confused, one might say even drunk if they saw an empty glass next to them!
“Put…me…on…”
The voice’s tone was alluring yet demanding, incessant even.
“Whhat…whats happening…”
Duski’s mind continued to descend into its hazy stupor, the world around starting to become less noticeable, all they could truly see was the collar held in front of their drooping eyes.
“Put me on…I’m comfy…become Silver…”
And just like that, a moment of lucidity came to Duski, in realising what was happening, though the haze did not disperse at all. The mysterious S, was Silver, and Silver had told Duski recently all about how comfy his new collar was. It was eerily similar to the very same one Duski now was transfixed by.
“You know I’m comfy…you know you want to be me…”
The voice started to become more familiar now, more alike Silver, as Duski’s lips began to part agape, a slight drool coming on.
“C-comfyyy…want…”
Duski’s voice was more monotonous, their heart rate was both slowing yet stronger, pounding. They were slipping further each second into a hypnotic trance, and crucially…into the words of Silver’s voice inside…
“Yes…so very comfy…you want to wear me…be me…”
“Want…wear…be…”
“Put me on.”
Silver’s voice became commanding, firm, stern. It was an overriding tone that Duski subconsciously obeyed. Their paws slowly brought the collar near their neck, and in their deepening trance, wrapped the collar around their neck…
“Good~”
That single word of praise carried an affirming, but devious sound in Duski’s head. And with good reason. The clasp of the collar began to shut on its own, before the material began to change shape and shift, until the collar was now a seamless loop with no discernible way to remove it. The collar fit snug and cosy on Duski’s neck.
“I’m…goood…”
The poor deergi droned confirming Silver’s praise.
“Good Silver~”
“Whh…hhuh?”
Duski’s confusion grew, they didn’t quite process what was said…but the deerg’s mind was slowly, gradually falling further under Silver’s spell…
“Good Silver…you are Silver…”
“Bbut…I…I’m Dus…”
Something began to feel very off for the deergi. Right as they were about to finish their name…it felt odd…wrong, to an extent…
“Silver. You are Silver. Repeat.”
There it was again…that commanding tone…
“I…Duh…Si…”
Whatever will and hold the deergi had left on their sense of self was quickly deteriorating, being swept under the cool…fluid presence of Silver…
‘Wait…cool…fluid…’
The remnants of Duski’s subconscious noticed a strange feeling spreading from the collar. It was cool, liquid-y and slick. Their head tilted down and saw a shimmering silvery substance spreading down their chest, across the fur underneath their shirt and jacket.
“Ghh…”
Dus…ki…felt the shiver down their spine at the sensations the substance was giving, involuntary blushes growing more noticeable.
“No Duski. Silver. You are Silver.”
Silver’s voice had a correcting, upper inflection on it now, almost reassuring in a way. And the more the deergi slipped into Silver’s words, the further the silver substance spread…and the further Silver’s will was asserted…
“Repeat.”
“Ski…Si…Si-“
“-lver. You are Silver.”
“Sil…ver…”
The deergi’s arms went limp at their sides, that slick silvery goo covering their torso and back, beginning to spread down the waist and arms. The more that it spread, the more the balance between Duski and Silver’s sense of self shifted to the latter.
“Silver.”
“Silver…”
The forearms enveloped…the thighs embraced…all under Silver’s sheen…
“You are Silver. We are Silver.”
“I’m…Silver…we’re Silver…”
The deergi’s tail was also being taken over by Silver’s slickness, tufts of that brushy tail subsumed as it grew longer, reflecting light around.
“Silver. I am Silver.”
“I…I’m Silver…”
The shift of balance and control was now firmly in the sleek dragon’s favour, and it was looking like there was no chance of a re-do here. Only to slip further and further into it.
“I am Silver. Just Silver.”
“I am Silver…Just Silver…”
The ever-changing deergi was a mere puppet on draconic strings, following along obedient to every word parroting without hesitation. Their paws were now too being subsumed, becoming sharper and distinctly draconic, thicker and more powerful.
“Silver.”
“Silver.”
Delays between Silver’s and…the puppet’s responses were shortening, and their voice was becoming more and more alike. Silver’s tail had fully grown out and all below the collar was fully taken over, glistening and shimmering like a mirror reflecting laserlight. This was not the end however, as above the collar, it spread upwards, cocooning the neck fur underneath and fitting to form, expanding upwards past the jaw and cheeks, yet it did not assimilate the hair, it merely slithered through every follicle and took over closer to the roots.
“Silver. Just Silver.”
“Silver. Just Silver.”
Their voices were now indistinguishable bar the latter’s more monotonous tone, though even that too was starting to become a bit more…lively…there truly was no going back for, well, whatever this being was. Was it always Silver? Even they began to think so~
“Silver. I am Silver.”
The two voices began to coalesce, merging between syllables. This takeover was almost at its apex, and there truly was no sign of relent. Just progress. Silver’s form had grown and spread over the cheeks and up the back of the head, retaining the hair and antlers. Suddenly, with the mouth still agape, the goo slicked it’s way inside. Tasting strongly of rubber, yet there was no reaction or reflex, no resistance. The goo simply explored, spread and altered wherever it went. Fangs sharpened, tongue sleeker and longer, as the goo filled and covered from the inside, truly seeking absolute assimilation. Silver was winning, and was not about to let up now…
“Silver. Just Silver. Always Silver.”
A devious, half minded smirk creeped upon the mouth as the snout reformed to a draconic one, the tip slightly more rounded. That cool, slick substance of Silver was covering past the eyes to the temples now, caressing the skin and fur beneath in a soothing manner, as if to say ‘it’s ok darling, let’s tuck you to bed for a good night’s sleep~’
“I am Silver. Only Silver. Always Silver.”
So very little of the previous remained, in voice and form, mere inches and letters left. And as the good covered those last parts at the tips of the ears, growing those spikes from the cheeks and temples…
“I am Silver. Only Silver. Always Silver.”
It was done. With a mental snap of the fingers, Silver’s eyes shut and head shook to wake himself up, like he’d just zoned out for a good few minutes. He looked down at himself, his glistening claws and paws poking out from the jeans and jacket, smirking and chuckling to himself near mockingly.
“Heheh, silly me, what was I doing or thinking? What’s this…”
He picked up the note from the box, seeing his own signature ‘~S’, and laughed to himself.
“Oh, sending myself packages as gifts? Why would I do that? Of course this collar was mine and comfy for me!~”
He gave a nice, roaring stretch and swirled his sleek tail, feeling the cracks of joints as the pressure relieved in his stretch.
“And why was I thinking I was anything else…I’m Silver! Always have been~”
Silver didn’t know why, but those words felt oddly triumphant, yet still odd seeing as it’s all he’d ever been. How could he have been anything else? An absurd proposition indeed. He dusted down his jacket and gave himself a self-absorbing look over, winking to himself.
“Oh well! I’m ready to go out now-“
And so, Silver grabbed his house keys, stuffed them in his jacket pocket and strutted out the front door, off to explore the world as the shiny, confident, alluring slick dragon he’d always been.
Whilst the computer at the desk remained on the pause screen…on the karaoke levels of Yakuza, the only reminder of anything else that had ever been aside from Silver...
An insanely incredible piece by the out of this world
soul-silver-dragon, with a story by the actually awesome 
SomeHypnoFur!
Thank you so much both!! I absolutely love it ;u;
Coloured by me!
Please check out the original here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49265167/
Diaper Alt: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49277840/
NSFW Alt: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49277950/
“Heeeeeck…what to dooo…”
Duski bemoaned at their desk, idly staring at their game library wondering how to alleviate their boredom, plagued with the eternal struggle of having hundreds of games waiting in their library, yet with no clue of which to pick. Their paw scrolled, and scrolled and scrolled…until they hit the ‘Y’ section, and suddenly, their eyes gleamed at a favourite, as if seeing an old friend for the first time in years. “Yakuza!!! Gosh I haven’t booted this one in a while, there’s the day sorted.” Duski uttered, a near triumphant tone in their voice of elation having finally found the solution to their boredom, and so, they booted it up.
After an hour or so, obsessively trying to beat their near-perfect high score on a karaoke mini-game, Duski’s attention was broken by a sudden knocking at the door downstairs, the sound of which barely got above the loud music in-game. The deergi’s ears twitched curiously as they removed their headphones and looked out of their room, with a puzzled sort of face. “Hmm, I don’t remember having any orders or plans today…” Getting up with a laboured stretch from their chair, they went downstairs and came to the front door, peeping those adorable puppy-dog-esque eyes through the peephole. Yet, there was no one there…’Ugh, please don’t be some prank…’ they thought to themselves, knowing at least one of the neighbours liked to, as they say…do a little trolling…
After a sigh and a slouch, Duski opened the door, feeling the brisk wind hit their face through their fur, almost forgetting in their Yakuza fixation that it was not in fact a mild evening in Shibuya, but a frosty afternoon in England. They looked down to see a package, nothing too special or out of the ordinary, just a medium sized cardboard box with tape on the openings. Puzzled, the deergi peered out to see no one nearby, which was odd, considering they could see the delivery van pulling away down the street. Nevertheless, they picked it up, and brought it inside, taking it upstairs and onto their desk where the paused game awaited to be continued.
After flipping the box upside down, they saw a note addressed to them, reading:
For Duski,
From…
A friend
~ S
“Gosh, who’s this S character? How could I know them, or they know me?” Duski questioned aloud to themselves, there was no clue whatsoever as to who it could have been, and here sat a package addressed for them from a mystery benefactor. Scratching their head and fidgeting with their antlers, curiosity began to blossom in their mind…’What the heck could possibly be in there?…’ They simply *had* to find out now, and so, they grabbed a spare pair of scissors nearby, and cut through the tape.
Upon opening the box, they saw a myriad of colours in packaging paper, but amidst all that coloured packaging…was a shimmer of Silver…and it came into view for Duski. It was a thick, blue collar with a metallic, silvery plate on the front with an embossed design on the front, resembling a spiral. Duski’s mind started to race…’ohgoshohheckohgoshohheck-‘ not only did the collar itself bring excitement to them, but the spiral emblem brought forth Duski’s love of swirling, entrancing hypnosis. A slight blush began to creep over their cheeks.
Upon picking the collar up, Duski noticed it had a decent weight to it, and the inside felt snug and cosy to the touch, as though it might hug whatever it was worn on. As they inspected around, their eyes kept returning to that silvery, in-your-face spiral emblem. Duski simply couldn’t look away from it without the urge to return to the spiral.
As they looked in closer, a sudden haze began to build in their head, confusion setting in to the deergi, and a barely noticeable voice was heard inside of Duski’s head.
“Put me on…..”
“H…hhuh?” Duski was puzzled, confused, one might say even drunk if they saw an empty glass next to them!
“Put…me…on…”
The voice’s tone was alluring yet demanding, incessant even.
“Whhat…whats happening…”
Duski’s mind continued to descend into its hazy stupor, the world around starting to become less noticeable, all they could truly see was the collar held in front of their drooping eyes.
“Put me on…I’m comfy…become Silver…”
And just like that, a moment of lucidity came to Duski, in realising what was happening, though the haze did not disperse at all. The mysterious S, was Silver, and Silver had told Duski recently all about how comfy his new collar was. It was eerily similar to the very same one Duski now was transfixed by.
“You know I’m comfy…you know you want to be me…”
The voice started to become more familiar now, more alike Silver, as Duski’s lips began to part agape, a slight drool coming on.
“C-comfyyy…want…”
Duski’s voice was more monotonous, their heart rate was both slowing yet stronger, pounding. They were slipping further each second into a hypnotic trance, and crucially…into the words of Silver’s voice inside…
“Yes…so very comfy…you want to wear me…be me…”
“Want…wear…be…”
“Put me on.”
Silver’s voice became commanding, firm, stern. It was an overriding tone that Duski subconsciously obeyed. Their paws slowly brought the collar near their neck, and in their deepening trance, wrapped the collar around their neck…
“Good~”
That single word of praise carried an affirming, but devious sound in Duski’s head. And with good reason. The clasp of the collar began to shut on its own, before the material began to change shape and shift, until the collar was now a seamless loop with no discernible way to remove it. The collar fit snug and cosy on Duski’s neck.
“I’m…goood…”
The poor deergi droned confirming Silver’s praise.
“Good Silver~”
“Whh…hhuh?”
Duski’s confusion grew, they didn’t quite process what was said…but the deerg’s mind was slowly, gradually falling further under Silver’s spell…
“Good Silver…you are Silver…”
“Bbut…I…I’m Dus…”
Something began to feel very off for the deergi. Right as they were about to finish their name…it felt odd…wrong, to an extent…
“Silver. You are Silver. Repeat.”
There it was again…that commanding tone…
“I…Duh…Si…”
Whatever will and hold the deergi had left on their sense of self was quickly deteriorating, being swept under the cool…fluid presence of Silver…
‘Wait…cool…fluid…’
The remnants of Duski’s subconscious noticed a strange feeling spreading from the collar. It was cool, liquid-y and slick. Their head tilted down and saw a shimmering silvery substance spreading down their chest, across the fur underneath their shirt and jacket.
“Ghh…”
Dus…ki…felt the shiver down their spine at the sensations the substance was giving, involuntary blushes growing more noticeable.
“No Duski. Silver. You are Silver.”
Silver’s voice had a correcting, upper inflection on it now, almost reassuring in a way. And the more the deergi slipped into Silver’s words, the further the silver substance spread…and the further Silver’s will was asserted…
“Repeat.”
“Ski…Si…Si-“
“-lver. You are Silver.”
“Sil…ver…”
The deergi’s arms went limp at their sides, that slick silvery goo covering their torso and back, beginning to spread down the waist and arms. The more that it spread, the more the balance between Duski and Silver’s sense of self shifted to the latter.
“Silver.”
“Silver…”
The forearms enveloped…the thighs embraced…all under Silver’s sheen…
“You are Silver. We are Silver.”
“I’m…Silver…we’re Silver…”
The deergi’s tail was also being taken over by Silver’s slickness, tufts of that brushy tail subsumed as it grew longer, reflecting light around.
“Silver. I am Silver.”
“I…I’m Silver…”
The shift of balance and control was now firmly in the sleek dragon’s favour, and it was looking like there was no chance of a re-do here. Only to slip further and further into it.
“I am Silver. Just Silver.”
“I am Silver…Just Silver…”
The ever-changing deergi was a mere puppet on draconic strings, following along obedient to every word parroting without hesitation. Their paws were now too being subsumed, becoming sharper and distinctly draconic, thicker and more powerful.
“Silver.”
“Silver.”
Delays between Silver’s and…the puppet’s responses were shortening, and their voice was becoming more and more alike. Silver’s tail had fully grown out and all below the collar was fully taken over, glistening and shimmering like a mirror reflecting laserlight. This was not the end however, as above the collar, it spread upwards, cocooning the neck fur underneath and fitting to form, expanding upwards past the jaw and cheeks, yet it did not assimilate the hair, it merely slithered through every follicle and took over closer to the roots.
“Silver. Just Silver.”
“Silver. Just Silver.”
Their voices were now indistinguishable bar the latter’s more monotonous tone, though even that too was starting to become a bit more…lively…there truly was no going back for, well, whatever this being was. Was it always Silver? Even they began to think so~
“Silver. I am Silver.”
The two voices began to coalesce, merging between syllables. This takeover was almost at its apex, and there truly was no sign of relent. Just progress. Silver’s form had grown and spread over the cheeks and up the back of the head, retaining the hair and antlers. Suddenly, with the mouth still agape, the goo slicked it’s way inside. Tasting strongly of rubber, yet there was no reaction or reflex, no resistance. The goo simply explored, spread and altered wherever it went. Fangs sharpened, tongue sleeker and longer, as the goo filled and covered from the inside, truly seeking absolute assimilation. Silver was winning, and was not about to let up now…
“Silver. Just Silver. Always Silver.”
A devious, half minded smirk creeped upon the mouth as the snout reformed to a draconic one, the tip slightly more rounded. That cool, slick substance of Silver was covering past the eyes to the temples now, caressing the skin and fur beneath in a soothing manner, as if to say ‘it’s ok darling, let’s tuck you to bed for a good night’s sleep~’
“I am Silver. Only Silver. Always Silver.”
So very little of the previous remained, in voice and form, mere inches and letters left. And as the good covered those last parts at the tips of the ears, growing those spikes from the cheeks and temples…
“I am Silver. Only Silver. Always Silver.”
It was done. With a mental snap of the fingers, Silver’s eyes shut and head shook to wake himself up, like he’d just zoned out for a good few minutes. He looked down at himself, his glistening claws and paws poking out from the jeans and jacket, smirking and chuckling to himself near mockingly.
“Heheh, silly me, what was I doing or thinking? What’s this…”
He picked up the note from the box, seeing his own signature ‘~S’, and laughed to himself.
“Oh, sending myself packages as gifts? Why would I do that? Of course this collar was mine and comfy for me!~”
He gave a nice, roaring stretch and swirled his sleek tail, feeling the cracks of joints as the pressure relieved in his stretch.
“And why was I thinking I was anything else…I’m Silver! Always have been~”
Silver didn’t know why, but those words felt oddly triumphant, yet still odd seeing as it’s all he’d ever been. How could he have been anything else? An absurd proposition indeed. He dusted down his jacket and gave himself a self-absorbing look over, winking to himself.
“Oh well! I’m ready to go out now-“
And so, Silver grabbed his house keys, stuffed them in his jacket pocket and strutted out the front door, off to explore the world as the shiny, confident, alluring slick dragon he’d always been.
Whilst the computer at the desk remained on the pause screen…on the karaoke levels of Yakuza, the only reminder of anything else that had ever been aside from Silver...
An insanely incredible piece by the out of this world
soul-silver-dragon, with a story by the actually awesome 
SomeHypnoFur!Thank you so much both!! I absolutely love it ;u;
Coloured by me!
Please check out the original here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49265167/
Diaper Alt: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49277840/
NSFW Alt: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/49277950/
Category Artwork (Digital) / TF / TG
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 1972 x 2848px
File Size 2.43 MB
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