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Civix drooled, the process never got old to reassert his identity back into place. The host questioned the alien sensation but it was dashed aside because [b]of course he had done this before.[/b] The Naga quivered and moaned pleasantly  between narrations, he was so worked up he wanted to drill deeper into the [s]dog's[/s] Lizard's brain.

"He was Master's dedicated trainer. A force of nature in his urge for conquest personified. Master sculpted him well. It didn't matter what the Master wanted. A cocky dragon, a bookish skunk librarian, a militant jackal, a literal clone of his trainer, Civix would provide. His sexuality was defined by the Master's whims. anything the master was allured to, Civix would make real. " Jadir was almost falling over his own words, quaking as the purple swelled into existence over his growing pecs. massive piercings that [b]Civix always had and only ached because he was feeling that urge to obey.[/b] The Master's Black mark forming on his shoulder to leave room for the massive harness squeezing his chest tight. he puffed up tighter. pressing his nipples against the naga, as the voice came...

"m...More..." it was unsure. lacking confidence. Like it felt alien in his throat. But Jadir understood it.

"He....He felt the pride coursing through him. Urging him to be the commanding presence in the Room. there were few that had authority over him, but those that were were treated as an absolute sovereign."

The dreads swelled into existence, one of them thicker than one of his fan's wrists, cascading down his shoulders, cool to the touch, his body felt slick, as if there was a glossy polish he naturally produced that made it had to grip onto anything if he wanted.

"MORE." his deepening voice growled. The Naga quivered. He had never felt quite like this, dominated by one of his own characters urging a story be made real. He only felt it with his Master before but... what was happening? His mouth tried to close only to-

"The.. the Trainer had a gravitational pull to all around him, instilling order, instilling discipline, even those whom he was unceasingly loyal to felt the urge to propagate their own duty to the Master. Merely standing next to him inspired to be like him."

"MORE!" he growled as Jadir gripped his muzzle tighter, watching the black nose disappear into a snout. his teeth swelling in size as they curled into a cruel grin. the pupils in his eyes hazed over, disappearing as the cherry red glow of his gaze solidified. the nipple rings jingled a bit when the pressed his pecs against Jadir. Who drooled with satisfaction and a horny urge to get it all out.

"He praised his Conditioner for following his orders. to make him real. to make him everything Master needed. To absorb years of sexual domination training and conditioning in carrier waves projected by his hood. settling that reality as the Dog that once was melts like high quality wax, poured into a brand new mold that is Master's Trainer. Civix. Your Name is Civix and you are Master's Trainer!"
"MY NAME IS CIVIX AND I AM MASTER'S TRAINER."

"ghhhhg.... Every word that slipped from his mouth was an opportunity to ensnare, to enslave. listen to his evangelizing too long, and they're compelled to join it!"

The sound between Civix's ears was like the swelling of foam filling every corner of his mind. bubbling and gurgling till he felt the grin nearly touch his ears from how broad and beaming it was. False memories of him gradually conditioning Jadir at night to make this real. Finally, he pressed back against Jadir, and the Naga moaned shamelessly.

"Settle the slave. the Master says you ache for him to be real. To erase that spark of self. The Master's authority is all that exists here, we are tools of that in action."

"t..tools.." Jadir grinned caressing the lizard's mouth as the beefy trainer bellowed a low guttural guffaw.

"Hnnh, hnnh, hnnh, hnnh." Civix chuckled darkly.

"He s-settled the identity into the deepest recesses of his m-mind. Even the conditioner couldn't... release him from this grip, because he didn't want to. Because when the naga felt the temptation to restore him, the training would push him to drive Civix further. Because in this dungeon, there is no one here. Only tools the Master has forged."

Jadir snapped his fingers, and they both woke up.

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[url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/30979371/]Civix has been a regular[/url] [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/35132759/]comic sequence with Jadir.[/url] But we've never had him [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/59363396/]as a real thing[/url]. always an 'idea' of a big scary lizard trainer.

That changes today.

PART THREE OF FOUR

Caine Nines/ Civix played by himself
Jadir played by TiranMaster
Art by Soul-Silver-Dragon