"Dev! Let me out you sick bastard!!"

His paws slammed against the mirrored glass, Chances' hands sore from his protest as he was in nothing but a hospital garb. He hadn't figured yet how he got there, waking up on that gurney in the middle of a sterilized room, sealed and away, no sign how he got there, or how he was getting out, but in his mind, he knew exactly who put him there. The mirror reflection showed him hammering his fist against reinforced glass, but it was the only surface like it, and to the Rat it had to be a one way mirror. It would have been the start of another one of his games, perhaps it was, but he was nowhere to be seen ... not that anyone could blame the dragon. Despite the sterile look, the slick black floor was infact a ink black fluid that clung to the Rat's feet, almost like it was trying to pull him down. As it pooled around his legs, it seemed to cling, almost like it was trying to climb his form with lazy effort.

"Oh do relax, my dear. You'll hurt yourself doing that." A familiar voice cackled on speakers. That smooth tongue mixed with that voice that just oozed with hidden intent, no matter how sincere it sounded.

Chances hit the glass one more time, the force rebounding him back, walking back in the ankle deep ooze as it rippled around him. From the other side of the glass, Dev watched the Rat's frustration as he looked about for an exit. Despite the assurance, the speakers remained silent as Dev watched on, labcoat held to his form as he watched. A warm smile on that scaled face, only to look to the console, hitting the switch that illuminated a sign. "Pump Engaged" Gurgling around started to sound out as the black ichor on the floor rippled... and began to rise. Dev's tail flicked along the floor, like a snake in waiting in the darkness, as he watched, noting the Rat's panic as he looked down to see the black mess rise up his legs and fill the room.

"DEV!! DEV!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?! STOP!"

Chances heart raced as he waded up through the much that was reaching up to his thighs now and rising. The warm, embracing sensation feeling like thousands of hands pulling him down, he could barely move within it as he made his way to the glass, ramming both fists against the glass.

"Shhhh, just accept the embrace, Rat." Dev's voice echoed in the chamber. The very fluid rippling in reaction to his words. "Just let my corruption seep in, you won't feel a thing." The voice dripping with a near venemous level of assurance, like one assuring a dying man who just drank poison.

Despite the dull thumps against the Glass, Dev could barely hear Chances scream as he hit the glass, the black ichor starting to dim the light coming from the room as it rose, engulfing the room more and more, the slick fluid starting to over take the rat as his paws pressed against the glass, black eyes watching in terror as he felt the fluid reach his neck and start to overtake his head. His paw skin was visible against the glass from the dark fluid, pressed against the glass, only to eventually fade away, till nothing but darkness was seen on the otherside. THe only light was the 'tank drained' sign on the console, flashing its light against Dev's black scales. Then and only then, did he send the command, the room once more draining slowly. The deep, gurgling noise echoing around as light slowly started to eminate back in, even as streaks of black liquid started to stream down the glass, remains of the ichor that still clung to the walls. The filth seeming to contrast against the once sterile room, and as it drained, a single form took shape from the mess. Chances was there, coated in deep, thick black ichor that shined in the lab lights. It moved, shuddered, hunched on all fours as it dripped from the black mess covering every inch of his body.

With a hiss, the hermetically sealed door to the room cracked open and slowly slid open as Dev stood there, observing the black pool of corruption that surrounded the rat, the Rat himself coated in it from nose to tail tip. A faint smile grew on that Dragon's face as he began to discard his robe, exposing bare scales as he stepped forward, setting aside the proffessional garment as his feet stepped into the pool, approaching the rat. As his scales came in contact with the black ichor, it rippled and seem to draw closer, embracing him in some sick reverence as he walked through it. As his shadow moved over the squirming form, the Rat's head slowly rose, there was no face, just a mass of that blackness forming what seemed like a mask of goo, only for its eyes to slowly open. Those once black feral eyes now gave off a white, pale glow, haunting in apperance as it stared at Dev. Moving back like in fear, the figure moved oddly, like the pool was far deeper, despite only being a few inches against the floor, its thighs now sunk below the mass, till at last, it melted away into the goo around the floor.

Gesturing to the floor to approach, the ichor began to pull to him, coating him up his legs, up his thighs, like water in command of a new flow, it coated those black scales in a new sickly slick sheen, dragging up and up, coating the dragon and his tail. That same, warm, embracing feeling came across, even as the sparks of electricity tingled and caused it to ripple upon him, the feeling so ... joyous for what it was doing. At his hips, the fluid stopped crawling against teh scales and instead started to form, first a head, then a torso, its arms hanging free as it was half formed against Dev's body. The rat was now appearing before Dev, dripping of its own mass as it stared at him with pale eyes, almost like a challenge, like the rat now grew on the Dragon, using its own liquid mass. Instead, those clawed hands reached up, cupping the goo beast of his creation, his claws holding that dripping, formed face in what felt like Adoration.

"Aaaaah, there you are. So perfect, so pure, and now ... you're mine."

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A kick ass piece to bring a creepy story to life of a rat's new monsterous existence at the hands of Dev LeBlanc, a Dragon Mastermind. Happy Halloween, everyone and maynyour encounters be... Safer to both mind and body.

Chances belongs to  Chances
Dev LeBlanc belongs to  Glowybits
Art by  Goat-Kid