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Never entirely sure what to label Drakina as; I know the old word I used to use - 'herm' - isn't really appropriate, and is insulting to some people these days. She's got both, so I don't know if she falls under 'intersex', particularly as that word is so broad. I haven't used the word 'trans' for her, as that feels a bit off, but could be? Who knows?
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"writing": "[b][u][center]The Slaves of the Dragoness Celestial\nby Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nIn one of the many realms-between-stars, Drakina sat on a throne of star-dust and ice, fire and nebula. The purple dragoness enjoyed the change in scenery from her once-home, before she had ascended; the constant change made it more interesting than a mountain palace where she had to attend to the whims of many squabbling creatures ostensibly higher-ranking than she was. Here, she was the goddess that she had always intended to be, and nothing could take that away from her. \n\nA passing comet trailed enough ice to form a mirror in the distance, and she turned toward it. With a wave of her hand, the ice expanded to reflect her, and she chuckled as she enjoyed the view. \n\n\"Heh, never looked better,\" she muttered. \n\nAnd she never had. Her scales, a deep purple a shade or two darker than amethyst, shimmered as if well-oiled, rippling in lines of light from her head to her toes, flaring out in sparkles at her hips and breasts. Her tail, slid through a hole in the back of her throne, was plumper than it had once been, but no less powerful, and matched her rump, broad and heavy for those lucky slaves that she brought to her realm to be used as her seat. Her breasts lay just as heavily upon her chest, large and full, with gold rings through her nipples tipped with amethyst stone. They were just one pair among many accessories, from a series of gold threads that hung from her neck to floating jewels above her head, from two large silver rings upon her big toes and anklets with chains to leash her followers' collars, to the ring around her cock and balls keeping it pointed forward at all times. She [i]was[/i] lust, and she loved it. \n\nWith another gesture, she dismissed the mirror, but the comet had already moved on, and her realm was already changing again. In the distant places, stars exploded and were born, and asteroids collided and clashed. There were worlds aplenty in the distant cosmos, some unclaimed, some facing wars between the eldritch and the other godly beings on her level of existence. There were always mortals to be found, always new toys to be enjoyed and teased, but they were a commodity, a resource - for worship, for power, for entertainment - that would always be in demand. \n\nDrakina considered reaching out and staking a claim on one of the newer planets, investing some bit of her power to see what would happen in a few million years (roughly, for time had little meaning in the realms-between-stars) but decided against it. She had her own entertainment far closer, and it was more intimate than manipulating genetics or culture or the growth of empires in a world that might never see or acknowledge her. Why invest something, she thought, when she had her own pleasures at hand?\n\nThough her realm could turn at a thought, she still found it more enjoyable to gesture and direct it. Perhaps, one day, she would forget the mortal needs to touch it, but she hoped she wouldn't. Stretching out her hand, she felt the realm move around her, carrying her from space to space to space, until her throne rested above the planet where her slaves dwelt. Blue and green and white and brown, it swirled below her, but there was, as ever, a gap in the clouds over one particular city. There, in the city of magic, in the city of the Twelve Powers, dwelled 90% of her followers. \n\n[i]Heh, maybe one day the others will amount to something, but for now...[/i]\n\nShe clicked her fingers. Ghostly lines emerged, rising like thin threads from the world, climbing faster and faster as she spun her finger like she was reeling them in. One, ten, a hundred, more appeared, becoming a single ball of shimmering white lines. The dragoness jabbed her fingers into the ball, then fanned them out, and the threads spread along her hand. \n\n\"Mmmmph...\"\n\n\"Ah...\"\n\n\"Mistress...\"\n\n\"Nnnngh...\"\n\nEach thread moaned with the pleasure and bliss of an orgiastic lifetime, her followers surrendering to the bliss of her touch. Some were warlocks, some hedonists - though the Venn diagram of those two were nearly a circle - while others followed her for the sake of 'easy' power, believing sex a simple compromise for getting what they wanted. She chuckled, resting her head on her free hand as she looked from one to another, considering her options. \n\nThere was a speckled dragon that was one of her favorites, a good little whore for her needs. He craved being her seat, and often served as intermediary between her and her brother, but he'd already made his obeisance for the day. She looked on. \n\nA horse. A panther. A kobold. A maned wolf. There were many that she could choose from, and every time her claws hovered near, she could feel their need echoing through their connection to her, but she always moved on. Something was never quite right, not until - \n\nShe paused, her fingers hovering over two souls. One was a lion, named Frank. He was in the middle of a meeting with a pair of financiers, dressed in a fancy blue suit that hugged his well-toned body, his mane cut immaculately and pulled tight to his neck. He stood tall, but his suit hid the bondage harness that he wore under it, as well as the vibrating chastity cage that squeezed his cock and balls, and her shimmering mark branded over his tail like a tramp-stamp. It had been some time; she hadn't fully observed him for...oh, six years, she supposed. He had risen quite highly, though he seemed to have forgotten some of her tenets. \n\nThe second was a raccoon, named Dean. He was down in the port, down on his luck, barely dressed in more than a jockstrap that had seen better days. Filled with cum, she realized, Dean sat on the edge of a dock with his hole spread and dripping his latest load, tweaking one nipple between reels, his fur clean but his mind [i]filthy,[/i] just as she liked. Yes, she remembered him, a purveyor of pleasure to those that were down on their luck, and branded just as Frank was.\n\nShe had intended to pick one to tease, but now that she thought about it, why not two? Goddesses, after all, could enjoy far more than mortals. \n\nDrakina let go of the other threads, spinning Frank's and Dean's between her fingers. Frank's rested between her index and middle finger, while Dean rested between her ring and pinky. As she fanned them apart, the souls shimmered downward, forming a window for her to see into their lives. She could have cast it before her, akin to a screen like the mortals used for their shows, but letting them rest between her fingers felt like they were part of her accessories, jewels for her to see. \n\nSmirking, the dragoness strummed her fingers across their soul cords, and the show began. \n\nBoth of them gasped, their eyes going wide. Frank arched his back, a shimmer almost glowing through the back of his suit, while Dean sat up straight on the dock, the cum in his ass squirting out through the gaps in the boards as everything came free. They both mouthed the same word - 'Mistress' - and they both moaned. \n\nDrakina smiled at Frank's instantaneous humiliation and exposure, the rabbit financiers meeting with him demanding to know what was going on. She groped herself, her cock rising to her hand as the lion tried to mutter something. An explanation, some lie, perhaps, trying to shift it to be less of a big deal. \n\n\"Tsk, tsk...denying your mistress? Have you no shame, little lion?\"\n\nShe strummed his again, and he fell to his knees. The crotch of his pants had already soaked through as she forced his pleasure higher and higher, the chastity cage she'd given him years ago vibrating like there was no tomorrow. She could feel his pleasure through the window between her fingers, his face turning as red as it could. \n\nBy contrast, Dean had put the fishing pole down and immediately dropped into a squat, facing toward the heavens. He had one hand between his legs, fingering his slick hole with three - no, four fingers - and his other hand was at his chest, pinching at his nipple as he moaned. The raccoon swiveled his hips, riding his hand as he curled his toes around the edge of the dock. Just like with Frank, his tramp-stamp glowed and his cock dripped, soaking his jockstrap, but he showed himself off, exposing himself as a good boy should. \n\nThey were quite the pair, contrasting each other. Both ignored for a little too long, outside of the requirements that they give worship to their shrine of her parts - cock, pussy, ass, feet, breasts, everything - every day, but going in very different directions. The one with money had, perhaps, forgotten the pleasures to which he'd devoted himself, while the one that had less had clung tighter still to what good things he had. She would have to have a word with Frank later and remind him who owned his soul, and thus, everything else that he believed he had earned. \n\nBut that would be for later. She brought the soul-windows to her mouth, whispering to them both.\n\n\"My toys. It is time that you serve again.\"\n\n\"Mmmph...ah...thank you, Mistress,\" Dean muttered, the raccoon spreading his legs further. \"Everything is yours...use what you wish...\"\n\n\"Nnngh...ah...m-mistress...\" Frank huffed under his breath. \"Just...just five minutes -\"\n\n\"Come.\"\n\nFlicking their soul cords again, she summoned her play-things. Not in full, but a part that would be useful. \n\nFloating over her hand were two cocks. One was feline, a decent-enough eight inches in length, the tip rising and swelling as it was freed from its cage. Balls long-since swollen hung beneath it, churning visibly before her as she teased it with purple rings of her magic. As they slid up and down the lion's cock, she turned her eyes to the raccoon's shaft, more humanoid, foreskin slowly rolling back as she freed it from the constraints of the jockstrap. The head was already slick with pre-cum, but it did not rise quite so swiftly; he had done the right thing of offering his cock to others, bringing them pleasure and satiation. \n\n\"My toys...so true and so stupid. How amusing that you both get the same treatment...\"\n\nShe stood up from her throne, guiding the cocks to her seat. She positioned Dean's at the back - after all, the [i]good[/i] boy would get her tighter hole - and situating Frank's at the front. With rings of her power keeping them in the right position, she sat down again. \n\n\"Mmmmmm...\"\n\nThey slid in with ease, as they should; she was the Goddess of Debauchery, of Pleasure, of the Mind Gone Blank with Bliss. She had the experience to take both with ease, and she did, grinding her hips down. \n\nFrank collapsed, of course; he had been in the cage for years, had possibly forgotten the embrace of a warm hole, even one as loose as her pussy could be. He still shook, spasming in the middle of the business room, and the rabbits walked out, leaving the deal on the table. Such was his punishment for forgetting his obligations for her gifts. \n\nDean, on the other hand, arched his back and moaned, falling to his hands and knees. A passing boat by the dock was calling out, but she could not hear them. She could, however, hear him. \n\n“Use me as you like; the slaves of Drakina are here for pleasure, always!”\n\nShe chuckled. Yes, he would do well. She gestured off into oblivion, manipulating a few things. A windfall in the near future, a new pet finding him on the streets, an apartment opening up: a few things that would make her faithful happier. \n\nBut for now, to grind…and ride…and spill her own marks on the cosmos…\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: A little show of what Drakina has become in the new Docetri setting: a proper goddess that marks her worshipers, rewards them for good service, and punishes them for forgetting her. \n\nTags: Intersex/Solo, H/solo, Female with Cock Balls and Pussy, Drakina, Docetri, Goddess, Body Control, Orgasm Control, Cult, Overwhelming Power, Cosmic Magic, Cock Control, Dragoness, Jockstrap, Jewelry, Humiliation, Devotion, ",
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The Slaves of the Dragoness Celestial by Draconicon
In one of the many realms-between-stars, Drakina sat on a throne of star-dust and ice, fire and nebula. The purple dragoness enjoyed the change in scenery from her once-home, before she had ascended; the constant change made it more interesting than a mountain palace where she had to attend to the whims of many squabbling creatures ostensibly higher-ranking than she was. Here, she was the goddess that she had always intended to be, and nothing could take that away from her.
A passing comet trailed enough ice to form a mirror in the distance, and she turned toward it. With a wave of her hand, the ice expanded to reflect her, and she chuckled as she enjoyed the view.
"Heh, never looked better," she muttered.
And she never had. Her scales, a deep purple a shade or two darker than amethyst, shimmered as if well-oiled, rippling in lines of light from her head to her toes, flaring out in sparkles at her hips and breasts. Her tail, slid through a hole in the back of her throne, was plumper than it had once been, but no less powerful, and matched her rump, broad and heavy for those lucky slaves that she brought to her realm to be used as her seat. Her breasts lay just as heavily upon her chest, large and full, with gold rings through her nipples tipped with amethyst stone. They were just one pair among many accessories, from a series of gold threads that hung from her neck to floating jewels above her head, from two large silver rings upon her big toes and anklets with chains to leash her followers' collars, to the ring around her cock and balls keeping it pointed forward at all times. She was lust, and she loved it.
With another gesture, she dismissed the mirror, but the comet had already moved on, and her realm was already changing again. In the distant places, stars exploded and were born, and asteroids collided and clashed. There were worlds aplenty in the distant cosmos, some unclaimed, some facing wars between the eldritch and the other godly beings on her level of existence. There were always mortals to be found, always new toys to be enjoyed and teased, but they were a commodity, a resource - for worship, for power, for entertainment - that would always be in demand.
Drakina considered reaching out and staking a claim on one of the newer planets, investing some bit of her power to see what would happen in a few million years (roughly, for time had little meaning in the realms-between-stars) but decided against it. She had her own entertainment far closer, and it was more intimate than manipulating genetics or culture or the growth of empires in a world that might never see or acknowledge her. Why invest something, she thought, when she had her own pleasures at hand?
Though her realm could turn at a thought, she still found it more enjoyable to gesture and direct it. Perhaps, one day, she would forget the mortal needs to touch it, but she hoped she wouldn't. Stretching out her hand, she felt the realm move around her, carrying her from space to space to space, until her throne rested above the planet where her slaves dwelt. Blue and green and white and brown, it swirled below her, but there was, as ever, a gap in the clouds over one particular city. There, in the city of magic, in the city of the Twelve Powers, dwelled 90% of her followers.
Heh, maybe one day the others will amount to something, but for now...
She clicked her fingers. Ghostly lines emerged, rising like thin threads from the world, climbing faster and faster as she spun her finger like she was reeling them in. One, ten, a hundred, more appeared, becoming a single ball of shimmering white lines. The dragoness jabbed her fingers into the ball, then fanned them out, and the threads spread along her hand.
"Mmmmph..."
"Ah..."
"Mistress..."
"Nnnngh..."
Each thread moaned with the pleasure and bliss of an orgiastic lifetime, her followers surrendering to the bliss of her touch. Some were warlocks, some hedonists - though the Venn diagram of those two were nearly a circle - while others followed her for the sake of 'easy' power, believing sex a simple compromise for getting what they wanted. She chuckled, resting her head on her free hand as she looked from one to another, considering her options.
There was a speckled dragon that was one of her favorites, a good little whore for her needs. He craved being her seat, and often served as intermediary between her and her brother, but he'd already made his obeisance for the day. She looked on.
A horse. A panther. A kobold. A maned wolf. There were many that she could choose from, and every time her claws hovered near, she could feel their need echoing through their connection to her, but she always moved on. Something was never quite right, not until -
She paused, her fingers hovering over two souls. One was a lion, named Frank. He was in the middle of a meeting with a pair of financiers, dressed in a fancy blue suit that hugged his well-toned body, his mane cut immaculately and pulled tight to his neck. He stood tall, but his suit hid the bondage harness that he wore under it, as well as the vibrating chastity cage that squeezed his cock and balls, and her shimmering mark branded over his tail like a tramp-stamp. It had been some time; she hadn't fully observed him for...oh, six years, she supposed. He had risen quite highly, though he seemed to have forgotten some of her tenets.
The second was a raccoon, named Dean. He was down in the port, down on his luck, barely dressed in more than a jockstrap that had seen better days. Filled with cum, she realized, Dean sat on the edge of a dock with his hole spread and dripping his latest load, tweaking one nipple between reels, his fur clean but his mind filthy, just as she liked. Yes, she remembered him, a purveyor of pleasure to those that were down on their luck, and branded just as Frank was.
She had intended to pick one to tease, but now that she thought about it, why not two? Goddesses, after all, could enjoy far more than mortals.
Drakina let go of the other threads, spinning Frank's and Dean's between her fingers. Frank's rested between her index and middle finger, while Dean rested between her ring and pinky. As she fanned them apart, the souls shimmered downward, forming a window for her to see into their lives. She could have cast it before her, akin to a screen like the mortals used for their shows, but letting them rest between her fingers felt like they were part of her accessories, jewels for her to see.
Smirking, the dragoness strummed her fingers across their soul cords, and the show began.
Both of them gasped, their eyes going wide. Frank arched his back, a shimmer almost glowing through the back of his suit, while Dean sat up straight on the dock, the cum in his ass squirting out through the gaps in the boards as everything came free. They both mouthed the same word - 'Mistress' - and they both moaned.
Drakina smiled at Frank's instantaneous humiliation and exposure, the rabbit financiers meeting with him demanding to know what was going on. She groped herself, her cock rising to her hand as the lion tried to mutter something. An explanation, some lie, perhaps, trying to shift it to be less of a big deal.
"Tsk, tsk...denying your mistress? Have you no shame, little lion?"
She strummed his again, and he fell to his knees. The crotch of his pants had already soaked through as she forced his pleasure higher and higher, the chastity cage she'd given him years ago vibrating like there was no tomorrow. She could feel his pleasure through the window between her fingers, his face turning as red as it could.
By contrast, Dean had put the fishing pole down and immediately dropped into a squat, facing toward the heavens. He had one hand between his legs, fingering his slick hole with three - no, four fingers - and his other hand was at his chest, pinching at his nipple as he moaned. The raccoon swiveled his hips, riding his hand as he curled his toes around the edge of the dock. Just like with Frank, his tramp-stamp glowed and his cock dripped, soaking his jockstrap, but he showed himself off, exposing himself as a good boy should.
They were quite the pair, contrasting each other. Both ignored for a little too long, outside of the requirements that they give worship to their shrine of her parts - cock, pussy, ass, feet, breasts, everything - every day, but going in very different directions. The one with money had, perhaps, forgotten the pleasures to which he'd devoted himself, while the one that had less had clung tighter still to what good things he had. She would have to have a word with Frank later and remind him who owned his soul, and thus, everything else that he believed he had earned.
But that would be for later. She brought the soul-windows to her mouth, whispering to them both.
"My toys. It is time that you serve again."
"Mmmph...ah...thank you, Mistress," Dean muttered, the raccoon spreading his legs further. "Everything is yours...use what you wish..."
"Nnngh...ah...m-mistress..." Frank huffed under his breath. "Just...just five minutes -"
"Come."
Flicking their soul cords again, she summoned her play-things. Not in full, but a part that would be useful.
Floating over her hand were two cocks. One was feline, a decent-enough eight inches in length, the tip rising and swelling as it was freed from its cage. Balls long-since swollen hung beneath it, churning visibly before her as she teased it with purple rings of her magic. As they slid up and down the lion's cock, she turned her eyes to the raccoon's shaft, more humanoid, foreskin slowly rolling back as she freed it from the constraints of the jockstrap. The head was already slick with pre-cum, but it did not rise quite so swiftly; he had done the right thing of offering his cock to others, bringing them pleasure and satiation.
"My toys...so true and so stupid. How amusing that you both get the same treatment..."
She stood up from her throne, guiding the cocks to her seat. She positioned Dean's at the back - after all, the good boy would get her tighter hole - and situating Frank's at the front. With rings of her power keeping them in the right position, she sat down again.
"Mmmmmm..."
They slid in with ease, as they should; she was the Goddess of Debauchery, of Pleasure, of the Mind Gone Blank with Bliss. She had the experience to take both with ease, and she did, grinding her hips down.
Frank collapsed, of course; he had been in the cage for years, had possibly forgotten the embrace of a warm hole, even one as loose as her pussy could be. He still shook, spasming in the middle of the business room, and the rabbits walked out, leaving the deal on the table. Such was his punishment for forgetting his obligations for her gifts.
Dean, on the other hand, arched his back and moaned, falling to his hands and knees. A passing boat by the dock was calling out, but she could not hear them. She could, however, hear him.
“Use me as you like; the slaves of Drakina are here for pleasure, always!”
She chuckled. Yes, he would do well. She gestured off into oblivion, manipulating a few things. A windfall in the near future, a new pet finding him on the streets, an apartment opening up: a few things that would make her faithful happier.
But for now, to grind…and ride…and spill her own marks on the cosmos…
The End
Summary: A little show of what Drakina has become in the new Docetri setting: a proper goddess that marks her worshipers, rewards them for good service, and punishes them for forgetting her.