This piece was inspired by an rp with my good friend and this is me having been transformed into a hard working slave for the colony. The resin cuffs and collar are a set that won't be coming off unless the Mistress that I'm assigned to wants to change them for something else. No longer do I remember anything outside of the colony and have been 'reprogrammed' to give complete obedience. The colony is safety, the outside world is dangerous and I was born here, my loyalty is to the Queen.

Pleasure Dragant Slave

Soldier Dragant

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Of course, outside of the roleplay, my real Mistress and loving folfess is and I wouldn't trade it for anything.

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EDIT - 12/26/2016 - offered a little short description to anyone that linked an image to his journal and this was the result for this particular image:

The abraxis industries magic division takes pride in their abundance of alchemical supplies. sadly the combination of how rare and dangerous it is to collect dragon fluids prevents them from overtaking their corporate rivals (who somehow can appease the ludicrous requests Dragon's demand for gainful employment.) Though thanks to a joint effort of the genetics division. A new breed of dragon merged with the instinctual hive mentality of an ant colony brought about the drakedrone. All of the physical and genetic propensity of a purebred dragon, yet possessing a selfless, diligent worker personality that exists to satisfy its queen. Abraxis industries has yet to develop a queen for fear of letting lose this hybrid creature (reports suggest that drakedrone venom is contagious to dragons; see form GT-87U) and is currently settling with controlling the drakedrone hive via pheromones and chemical cocktails.

Please comment before you fave, I'd like to know what you like about it.