[center][b]The Dragon's Boytoy Knight Chapter 2 By: VeronicaFoxx For: Engy[/b][/center] It had taken some time, a hellish infinity for the transformed sea dragon, but Cera had learned obedience. Obedience brought pleasure, yes, but not the endless sanity-stripping vortex that dragged him into its torment any time he was commanded to obey. Any command, every command no matter how great or how small, resulted in the mind-warping excess that left him a writhing mess of overwhelming ecstasy. It had taken time, Cera could not begin to judge how much, but willing obedience was the lesser evil and a far preferable fate. Honor was worthless to a mindless shell, and he could still have the honor of service, if a perverted form. He would be a knight once more, though serving Master rather than his previous lord, and his task would no longer include defending the realm from monsters. Instead, he would hunt his fellow knights and other adventurers and turn them into fellow monsters. He would no longer be seeking to protect the villagers that inhabited the lands but to recruit or enslave them. He would be serving a Master that he had no love for through forced obedience rather than readily serving a lord whom he admired and honored. He would no longer and never again be Sir Regiland Hamesworth, Knight and Defender of the Realm. Now, he had become Cera Seafoam, the Dragon's Knight. The only rewards for his obedience were continued sanity and some freedom of thought. Yet Master was also no one's fool. "I want you to pledge to me," he had been told, "to swear on your honor and your life, that you will serve me faithfully until such time as I release you, that you will fight against any enemies that should arise against me, that you will lift no hand against me nor conspire in any plot to bring me harm of any kind, that you shall provide honest and insightful counsel when needed, that you shall defend those lands and peoples which I hold, and that you will speak nothing of your past or previous name to anyone save myself." With the exception of the final addendum, it was a knight's pledge, and Cera had previously defined his entire existence by the honor and privilege of being a knight, of what he stood for as a knight, of the deeds he performed as a knight. To [i]be[/i] a knight once more, even in so perverted a way, even in service to one who stood opposite the values he had once upheld... it was something that he could cling to, as a drowning man will cling to a branch. It was a farce, but one that allowed him to keep hold of his sense of self, retain some semblance of who and what he had once been. It allowed him to have honor, of a sort, and that meant more to him than he could put into words. He had no choice. He had made the pledge and sworn himself to Master's service, willingly and without more coercion than the threat of destruction of himself. It was shameful to admit that he was a coward at heart, unwilling to sacrifice himself rather than betray his previous oaths, but he had never expected so devious a torture as endless pleasure. In pain, he could cling to his honor and derive satisfaction from denying his tormentors, in holding firm to his allegiance and obedience to his lord. But how was one to fight against levels of ecstasy that bordered upon the divine? And so he stood now, his vigil complete, garbed and girded in the tools of his trade. His armor would never have fit his new form without Master's assistance, magic altering the shape and fit of the metal and leather to suit the shape of his new body while also ensuring that he remained pleasing to Master's eye. His chain had been discarded entirely, the links dissevered into component pieces then reforged into an ensorceled binding that he could use to enforce captivity upon any whom he chose. The plate he was allowed to keep, at least partially. The breastplate was reshaped so that it only covered his chest and upper back. He was allowed gauntlet and vambrace and couter, which covered him from hand to just above the elbow but left his upper arm bare. He was allowed no helm, but not all knights wore one, though those who refrained tended to be of reckless bent. The most rankling thing was his lower body. He was unarmored between chest and knee, his now permanently hard and further enlarged male equipment and overly plump posterior completely exposed for Master's viewing pleasure. It was unseemly, though he did grant that it gave much more freedom of movement than his previous carapace and had an added benefit of keeping his scales pleasantly moist somehow. The leavings of his armor had been made into various amulets, trinkets, rings, and other objects which he could use to forcibly convert fresh recruits to Master's service. He was allowed to keep his longsword and kite shield, two of the most symbolic items of knighthood besides the armor itself, as well as his lance. His morning star flail, however, was altered in a curious manner. The spiked ball was removed and the chain looped so that it formed an enclosed ring. The tassel at the other end of the haft could be pulled to tighten the loop, providing a means of ensnaring whatever was contained within. All of his accoutrements were enchanted, providing an edge over any foes he might face, though he was not told of the manner or benefits of such. It was then that Master asked for his first counsel on how best to expand his territory and increase the size of the harem he wished to build. Cera was forced by honor and oath to provide an honest answer. "Sir Theodore of Lamistile was my most vigorous rival, in my previous life. Betwixt us we held the greatest number of victories and competed against one another in most lively fashion to claim the title of Knight Champion of the Realm. It may be that he has claimed it since my... disappearance from the field. We were of a match in skill at arms and boasts. If you desire to recruit the strongest of potential foes, then I would highly recommend that you ensure his obedience with utmost haste. It is almost assured that he will come hunting my trail sooner rather than late to determine what ill fate might have befallen me." "You were enemies then?" Master had inquired further. "Nay, Master, we were friends of a sort though not of intimate acquaintance. It was a rivalry without malice or ill will. We were colleagues and associates in service to the same cause and merely needs must be opposed in seeking the highest honor of our brotherhood." "Well, then, I wouldn't want to break up a friendship. Hm. And what is a knight without his steed? I have an idea. I'll give you a potion that will transform him, similar to what I did to you but not quite the same. You can either convince him to take it willingly, or you can capture him and force him to take it, but that's what I want you to do. It's no good having only one of the two best knights around if the second one is free to come after me, so why not have a matched set? Do you understand, Cera?" He had hung his head in shame, a parody of obeisance, and accepted the inevitable. "I will do as you wish, Master." First, though, he needed to ensure that he would be [i]able[/i] to face his rival with anything approaching the skill his former body had possessed. While he had gained a basic understanding and control of his current form, he was not confident that he could fight with it just yet. However, there was a matter of timing; he had no idea how long it had been since his capture. His "training" had stolen a chunk of his memory, washed out by a haze of bliss and terror, and he needed to know how much had been lost to judge how long it might take his former friend to catch wind of his disappearance and trace his trail. "Master, if I may ask a question?" He received a nod to continue. "How... how long was my... training to reach this point?" "Oh, about a week. I think this is the eighth day." "A... week. I... Then, if I may, Master, I will need time to train myself with this new body, to build it to top fighting form, as I was when I was human. I am still clumsy. It will take Sir Theodore likely a month to hear that I have vanished, and a month more to trail me here. If you will allow, I must needs take some of that time to restore my fighting form and explore what talents the body you have given me possesses. Might there be a sheltered grove nearby where I could practice my craft in solitude?" "Uh, sure, I guess. If you go east along the mountain, there's a secluded cove, has a waterfall, good fishing, a nice beach area with a bit of a field before the trees start up. Would that work for you?" "Yes, Master, that would be excellent. My form seems most comfortable in the water, and I should learn to use it as it was intended to be, but I must also retrain myself in the skills of land warfare and skill at arms." "Good, sure, you can do whatever you need to do in that regard, so long as you don't break your oath. Just be back in a month so you can try and meet your friend before he gets too close to my lair." "Understood, Master. I will return in one month from today." Cera gathered his meager gear and began the short journey that instant. It was a relief to be away from Master, to escape the sound of Master's voice, to know that Master could give him no further commands or "requests" for the time being. He had a month's peace in which to think of a means of escaping Master's control, a month in which to grow used to this new form in case he could find no means to reverse his transformation, a month of quiet solitude to meditate upon his circumstances and come to terms with them. The brilliant sunlight blinded him when he exited the cave, burning his eyes. He had been in nothing but dim torchlight for a week or more and had become unused to the brightness of natural light. Then he felt a slight pressure against his eyes, beneath the lids, and the light dimmed to tolerable levels. He felt at one of his orbs with a tentative finger and found some kind of film protecting the eyeball itself, some kind of inner membrane that he had not noticed before. Yet another change to catalogue and attempt to understand. It irked him to know there was yet more to learn before he even began trying. Still, he was determined to find the limits, deficiencies, and benefits of this form as best he could in the time allotted, and he set out with a will, skirting the mountain in an eastward direction. It took most of the day to find the cove, but Master had failed to mention that it was surrounded by high cliffs on its landward side. The only path downward that he could find without retracing his steps and descending the slope closer to Master's cavern was the large waterfall that cascaded down to mix fresh water with salt. He did not care to lose a day or more in backtracking, and reasoned that he seemed to be some sort of water dragon, so he took a chance that he knew could end badly and did not care if it did so. Cera strapped his gear tight about himself, paced back from the edge of the cliff to allow a buildup of speed, then launched himself over the edge in a short arc that carried him downwards towards the surface of the sea below. He had practiced at diving before, but never in armor and never from such a height. It was at least thirty feet from the top of the cliff to the waters of the cove, and it gave him time to regret his decision before he hit the surface. With his hands stretched before him, legs and tail behind, and eyes closed, he cut the surface without the shock of impact that he had expected. One moment, he was in air. The next, he felt cool liquid slipping past him at a swift rate. His scales immediately began to itch. He arched his back to change his angle and slow himself then stroked his way back up to the surface as the itch built towards a burning. He broke it to give a soft cry as he felt discomfort at his back in twin lines along his spine, at the tip of his tail, his head frills, and along the outsides of his forearms and calves. Then the burning faded to an itch and then to nothing. It had taken perhaps a minute, but he knew that this was yet another new thing. Examining himself, he found that new fins and emerged from his arms and legs, and the tiny fins along his back that he could barely glimpse before had sprouted into something akin to wings, their spines just long enough to spread beyond his torso. His ear fins and tail spade had also enlarged. It made him suspect that these would provide greater propulsion when swimming, and he guessed that he must be meant more for the sea than for streams and lakes. Ducking his head beneath the gentle waves that rippled the surface, he found also that the shading membrane pulled back from his eyes, though he could feel that there was yet another between his bared orbs and the salty liquid. As a test of his form, he swept himself lower, several feet down, then let the air out of his lungs before inhaling the water. It burned at his gills for the first few breaths, but they quickly adapted. In the doing he also discovered that he could rise or fall within the water by holding more air in his lungs or less, and that when breathing the water he did not need air in his lungs at all. They became superfluous save for natural buoyancy. He let himself sink downwards to sit on the seafloor as the sun fell towards the horizon, finding that the depth did not bother him as it had when he was human. He arranged himself for meditation, though he would need to sleep soon as well, so that he could contemplate what he had thus far learned, and made yet another discovery. The water grew dark save for around himself. Examination showed that the tips of his ear fins, tail spade, and back fins glowed with a yellowish luminescence. It was enough to brighten a small area around himself, and attracted small fish to investigate. Before he could stop himself, his head shot out to capture a hand-sized one in his jaws, swallowing it whole. He clutched at his throat in revolted panic as he felt it wriggling its way downward, but it stilled once it reached his stomach. He recalled how his throat expanded when giving Master a blowjob in the pool and understood that it was for this reason that it did, so that he could swallow prey. Pangs of hunger drove him to devour three more before he felt sated, then sat shaking his head in wonder and disgust. Raw fish... Well, he supposed it was better than a steady diet of nothing but semen. He would have to see if he could stomach it cooked. But that would be for tomorrow. The exhaustive activities of his previous days and the vigil he had stood before taking his oath were catching up with him now that his stomach was pleasantly filled with what his body considered to be a proper meal and surrounded by a safe, natural environment. He took the time to wrap his sinuous tail around a large rock before allowing himself to drift to sleep, rocked by the motion of the currents that flowed into the cove. He woke to a somewhat ticklish sensation across his body, wherever it was bare of armor, and opened his eyes to find himself covered in colorful shrimps. They were bright red with white stripes, and they picked across his body, gently lifting scales to scrape beneath them, apparently feeding themselves off of his body. In his human form, he would have been disgusted, like being awoken covered by ants, but their actions felt somewhat pleasant and soothing to his draconic body. He felt something wriggling in his mouth as well, and opened it to release a trio of minnow-sized fish. Cera shook his head, bemused by fish that would willingly enter the maw of a predator and sea bugs that would clean its scales, then shooed them away and stroked his way to the shallows that bordered the beach. He moved much more swiftly than he had in Master's hot spring pool, which confirmed his suspicion about the enlarged and emerged fins. After he emerged, the saltwater clung to him for several minutes longer than the fresh had, but he eventually began to itch and burn again, his fins retracting and shrinking to what seemed to be his dry land mode. He mused that perhaps it conserved moisture. From there, the real work began. He felled trees to set up an obstacle course and training dummies on the beach, then moved rocks beneath the cove to create the same underwater. His endurance had been greatly improved by his new form, and he was able to complete both within the first day. He experimented with foods and cooking, determining that he [i]could[/i] eat cooked foods of various kinds but that fresh fish were most satisfying. He worked at finding a proper fighting stance that accommodated his widened hips and lowered center of gravity. With his tail freed from the restriction of being held to the side, it became both a means of balance and an offensive weapon, the spade tip spines quite sharp and its length good for lashing or ensnaring a target. For sleep, he could do so on land but found it more restful in the sea. He also thought, long and deeply, on how to free himself from Master but could think of nothing that would not sully his devalued honor even further. He could not purposefully perform poorly in an attempt to earn a dismissal without both breaking his oath and discarding his pride, nor could he betray Master or assist in his demise, nor any other possibility that occurred to him. Master would have to dismiss him without prompt or any reason that Cera might attempt to force on him. The Dragon's Knight would remain so until Master chose to release him, which would most likely never occur. He had no choice but to make the best of the situation if he wished to continue on in any semblance of his previous life. At the end of his month, he took only the time to check in with Master, and allow himself to be used, before setting out to trace his own trail backwards. He had put together supplies for at least two weeks on the road before leaving the cove, so he had no need to ask Master for anything, which was a relief. His first day of travel took him to the nearby village, where he was surprised to find his appearance no shock. He was obviously not the first that Master had turned, though they did seem to expect (and some welcome) an assault of some sort from him. He was happy not to oblige them, and discovered quickly enough that Sir Theodore had not arrived yet. He made his camp well outside the village rather than stay at the local inn. While he was certain that he would be safe enough to sleep there, he was unsure he would awaken alone. The fact that he found that thought not an unwelcome one disturbed him. His month of solitude had come with its price in the form of libidinous needs, which he had handled on his own as best as he could. His short visit with Master had satisfied that building need far more than his own hands and muzzle ever could. It disgusted him; it was not that he had been in any way celibate before his change, but to have the needs build in such a manner was unnatural and unwanted. He shuddered to think how it might build over a greater period of time. His next stop was the previous town where he had hunted down a werewolf before coming to hunt Master. It had taken him a week by horse. If he had been human, it would take at least twice as long, but he felt assured of making almost equal time with the endurance that his new form possessed. With his minimized gear loadout and much lightened armor, he was able to set out at a trot at first light and continue on until nightfall with only a break for lunch and a quick swim in a pond to refresh his hydration needs. This continued on for eight more days before he reached the outskirts of the town, where he was given a reception more to his expectations. Those who worked the farmlands outside the walls ran into their homes, some heading for what safety the town guard might provide. He slowed as he approached the gates, making plain that he had no hostile intent, and asked after his rival. He was told that no such knight had come through and asked not to enter the town. Obliging, he moved on, north towards the previous city he had assisted in rooting out a demon-worshipping cult. The journey had taken him two weeks before, but a river ran alongside the main trade road allowing him a much swifter journey this time. Even in freshwater and against the current, he could maintain a speed faster than a horse's trot, and he had tested his endurance in this by swimming within the waterfall at the cove. It took him a week and a half to reach the city, where he was greeted much less warily. Despite his near nudity, it was a place where some monstrous humanoids dwelt so he was asked merely to cause no trouble unless provoked, and then to ensure that witnesses of more human mien were available to corroborate. Asking after Sir Theodore proved fruitful this time. His friend of old had recently arrived and was being hosted by the local lord due to his reputation, much as Cera had been when he had passed through such a relatively short time ago. He made it known that he sought the knight for a meeting, though refused to give a reason as to why, knowing that this would reach his rival's ears swiftly enough. It was rare that a monstrous creature would seek such with a knight known for defense of the realm against its kind. He set himself to wait in a square's fountain, and Sir Theodore sought him out by late afternoon. "For what reason would such a beast as yourself wish to meet with a champion of the people as myself?" the knight demanded. Cera was saddened and cut by the words, though he knew that he had spoken in a similar manner not all that long ago. "I come at the behest of Master and with information regarding him whom you seek." "You know of Sir Reginald? Tell me then, creature, what do you know of him? I know that he went south from here, but what befell him after? He has habit of sending me boasts of his deeds via post, as I do him, and I have not had tale from him for some time." "I cannot say, sir knight, but if you would return with me to Master, then his fate can be known to you. Master has want of you, so if you do not return willingly, then I must perforce bring you unwilling." "Tell me, monster, lest I beat the words from you!" Cera sighed with regret, though he had hoped it would come to this. He hoped as well that Sir Theodore might best him, though he found that an improbable dream. His knightly training mated to his new form's strength and endurance, along with whatever enchantments were given his weapons and armor, made that a long shot at best. "If you would have it as you wish, then we must meet outside the city walls. I have been asked to do no harm without due provocation within these walls and would not break the peace." "Very well, then. If you have honor enough for that, then wait for me here whilst I retrieve my mount and gear. If you have gone before I return, then I will know you for the foul creature you appear. If not, then I shall challenge you to a duel for the right of knowing Sir Reginald's fate." The cerulean dragon agreed and waited, the sun lowering towards evening, and Sir Theodore was surprised upon his return to find that his quarry had not fled or attempted deception. Even those "civilized" beastly humanoids were given little trust, but Cera was as ever a man of his word. They left the city together and travelled south until well after dusk before finding a fallow field in which to have their duel, the transformed knight refusing to answer any questions put to him until after the scheduled event. Sir Theodore made request from the local farmer for its use and was given leave, so they built a bonfire to provide light for their confrontation and prepared themselves. Terms were agreed to, disabling blows only, no intentionally mortal wounds, and full submission to the winner afterwards. When Sir Theodore saw the distinctive crest upon Cera's shield, though, it drove him mad. The sea dragon was put immediately on the defensive, the knight out for blood, and found his superior agility much to advantage. Sir Theodore demanded loudly to know how he had come by such a shield, but he could give no answer save that it was his own, bound not to discuss its provenance from his past life. The knight then lost all semblance of tactics and charged headlong. It was then that Cera's most recent training of himself came in handy, along with the altered flail that Master had provided. He used the whiplike length of his hind appendage to sweep Sir Theodore's feet from beneath him and the noose to strangle him as he uncapped the potion he had been provided. He allowed himself a moment of hesitation before forcing it into the knight's mouth. His former friend nearly drowned in it but was forced to swallow at least a little of it down, then Cera gifted him with one of Master's amulets to bind him to service and stood back to watch the change that came over his rival. It was strange to watch, the change much different than his own. The human writhed as red-black scales washed swiftly over him, muscles bulking beneath his armor until leather, cloth, and chain split to discard the pieces. Arms lengthened and legs altered, chest deepening, size increasing, a thick tail spouting from his rear. In only a few minutes, a beast the size of a draft horse stood before Cera, easily as large as any direwolf that he had come across. It stood panting for a few moments before it began to let out a soft keen. A tool as impressive as any plowhorse grew from between its legs and it lowered its chest to paw at the ground, for all the world like a bitch in heat, and giving off a scent that had Cera equally hard and feeling his own need rise. Master must have put a potent aphrodisiac into the potion in addition to its transformational properties. Unfortunately, the Dragon's Knight found himself unable to resist. Cera patted at the presented hindquarters to urge them lower and lined himself up with the hole beneath its tail, his leaking staff aching to be buried within. "I am sorry, old friend," he offered in heartfelt apology. "I would that it had not come to this. Forgive me." He drove himself into that tight, grasping hole without further hesitation. His new mount let out a happy croon, and Cera fought not to join him. The pleasure of finding a home for his cock other than his own muzzle was far greater than he could ever have expected, and it gave him a momentary wonder if that might be how it felt for Master, if that might not be what drove the perversions Master thrust upon him. He was not lent much more time for thought, though, as his hips pumped of their own accord. He hugged the thick tail of his altered friend, biting at the base, and pounded into the feral creature's rear passage as he would have the cheapest whore in the lowest brothel, though without the fear of needing a priest to cleanse him of disease after. He could tell that Theodore was having a similar reaction as he had after his initial transformation, for he felt the rhythmic clench around his maleness as his mount threw its head back to roar out in pleasure, painting the ground beneath its stomach with a thick pool of male cream. The salty, pungent scent mixed with the alluring aroma of the beast to drive Cera's own arousal higher, and it was not much longer before he began coating his former rival's bowels with his own leavings. Yet he was not yet satisfied; it had been far too long since he had been allowed to bury himself inside another being, and his willing mate would do to vent his frustrations. "On your back," he commanded. "Now, and keep your paws to yourself." He knelt over the creature's tail, sitting atop its underside, and wedged himself beneath the impressively large balls to insert himself once again. He pressed himself in to the root, the hefty orbs resting against the bare scales of his stomach, then reached forward to pull his mount's shaft up and hug it to himself. The scent of its seed was as irresistible as its allure, and he longed to taste it. As he began to thrust once more, he stroked along the length, licking at the tip that rose to just below his shoulders. He cleaned it of the previous ejaculate and encompassed it with his lips to suckle down the leaking precursors of yet more to come. The taste made his blood sing with desire and a pleasant warmth, his own shaft seeming to grow even more sensitive to the twitch of its inner walls against him and the texture of the passage into which he pumped. He guzzled down the beast's third orgasm of the night, feeling it bloat his stomach slightly before it was processed as Master's seed had been. The stomachful spread heat through him so that he felt even further driven, and even a second orgasm did not sate him. He became lost to the heat and pleasure of such a consensual joining with another being, entirely aside from the physical sensations that flooded over him. He did not lose his senses, but he allowed himself to revel in the joining and in the release. They continued for hours, late and on into the early hours of the morning, before they finally both lay exhausted beside one another, with the fire burned low. "I am sorry, my old friend, for all that has become of us both," Cera apologized once more, cuddled up against his mount's stomach. He received a gentle rumble and a lick to the top of his head by way of acceptance, and allowed himself to drift to sleep, knowing that he must return to Master now that his mission was completed. [center][b]The End[/b][/center]