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"writing": "[b][u][center]Becoming a Perverted Ornament\nPart 2\nFor NerubianKnight\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n \n \n \n \n \n\n\n\nAxel woke up to a sore throat and a dizzy head. The capybara knew that he was on a bed, considering the cushioning under his back, but he could also tell that he was lying on it the wrong way. His feet hung off one end and his head was almost doing the same thing on the other side. He could only conclude that he had somehow fallen asleep sideways rather than rightways up, and he groaned as he could only imagine how that had happened.\n\nA few fumbling thrusts of his arm confirmed that he was at the foot of the bed, and it took a full minute for the implications of that to seep through his sleepy mind. Sleeping at the foot of the bed, like a dog –\n\n[i]Dog.\n\nPet.\n\nSlut.\n\nSlave.\n\nThing.\n\nToy.\n\nFountain.[/i]\n\nAxel whimpered as the words pounded through his head like hammer-blows, made worse by the fact that each one seemed to go right through him to his cock and make it throb in response. He wasn’t supposed to like what was happening to him.\n\nExcept…he did, and there wasn’t really any way that he could hide that. He was still naked, still uncovered, and –\n\n[i]Her. Where did she go?[/i]\n\nHe rolled over, forcing his eyes open. The purple dragoness was in bed, asleep, her feet almost grinding against him through the covers but not quite exposed. Her cock, on the other hand, had slipped out from under the blankets during her sleep, and as soon as his eyes landed on it, they were locked on, his mouth hanging open as a slow flood of drool started to flood it. He couldn’t look away, and his breath came faster as thoughts pulsed through his mind.\n\n[i]Suck.\n\nSwallow.\n\nServe.\n\nSavor.[/i]\n\nHis throat ached, and he knew that it had to be from sucking that all night, but that didn’t matter to his brain as he stared at the purple rod. The head was barely showing, the tip just slightly exposed through the foreskin hanging off the end of it, and now that he was staring at it, he could smell it in the air. Thick, heady, warm, musky, with a tiny taint of vinegar to it, her cock begged for attention.\n\nHe was about to get to all fours and crawl to it when she rolled to the side, the shaft swinging out of sight, and Axel gasped for breath as he was shaken back to ‘normal’ thoughts. The capybara was still panting as he slid himself out of bed, sitting with his back to the foot of the bed and his legs extended toward the hotel room door.\n\n[i]What the hell is wrong with me? How did she…how did she control me like that so easily?[/i]\n\nHe still didn’t know, and that was part of what scared the living hell out of him. It didn’t matter how hot it was; she was still doing things that were effectively impossible, and he didn’t have any way of even figuring out what she was doing, let alone how to stop it. He should have been running away, taking this brief respite to get the hell out and find a cop or something. There had to be something…\n\nExcept…\n\nExcept that he remembered how she had walked down to him yesterday, and how he’d walked out afterward. She did something to the world around her that made the impossible possible. Even if he got out now, even if he somehow managed to put hundreds of miles between her and him, it wouldn’t be enough. If she wanted him back, she would get him back. It was as simple as that.\n\n[i]What do I do? What the fuck do I do?[/i]\n\nOf course, it would be much easier to think of a solution if his dick wasn’t going crazy at that point. Every time that he thought of her, he thought of her feet, her cock, her balls, her everything. The night before was a faded mess in his memory, but that didn’t mean that certain images weren’t burned into his brain.\n\nHer cock. It was so big, and powerful, thick and strong, long and heavy. He remembered how it had felt on his tongue and how it stretched out his throat, how it had done so much to break him in. Productive, powerful, fueled by such –\n\nBalls. Big balls. Heavy and churning, always making that cock drip. He remembered the weight of them on his chin and then on his nose, how they had been burning with more musk. They were so hot, so full, so constantly begging to be emptied that he could feel more cum being added just having them rest on him.\n\nHer pussy. What a shock that was, a slick little slit right behind her balls. Wet, too, and begging for a tongue, but not as much as her ass.\n\nOh, her ass. Bountiful and full and swaying. He shivered, his cock swinging up to slap against his stomach as he remembered hamming his tongue in there, serving her as her seat, and –\n\nFuck.\n\nFuck.\n\nFuck.\n\nHis head was spinning, his need to escape fading into something more carnal. He wanted to slip back into bed and wake her up with his mouth, to put it to use sucking her cock until she came down his throat again. It was an urge that was so strong that he almost couldn’t resist it and had to grab the carpet to keep himself in place.\n\n[i]Calm, calm, calm, you can keep from doing it. Just a little longer. Hold back for a little bit longer. It’ll fade, it’ll –[/i]\n\nThe door slammed inward, bouncing off the wall, and Axel jumped as a German Shepherd cop leaped through the door, gun raised. The officer pointed it at him, and then at the rising dragoness on the bed.\n\n“On the ground. Now! Get on the ground, now!” he shouted.\n\nAxel was half-afraid for the dragoness and knew that had to be her power making him think that way. She had stolen him away, kidnapped him. He should be happy that someone was going to put her in her place. He should be hoping that she surrendered, that the gun might even go off and scare her, or –\n\nThen the cop was gone.\n\nIt was a split-second thing; the dog was there, blue uniform a symbol of enforcement and power, then he wasn’t. The only sign that anything was happening was a faint purple light around the canine before he completely disappeared, leaving behind nothing. Not even his gun. It was as if he had never been, and the faint silhouette of someone else further back from the door barely had time to look shocked at their partner’s disappearance before they, too, had disappeared.\n\n“Well, that was hardly a pleasant way to wake up,” the dragoness said from the bed. “Fountain, I assume you’re down there at the foot of the bed. Stand up.”\n\nHe didn’t have a choice; if she could just make people disappear like that, she could just make him disappear, too. Axel slowly got to his feet, shivering from his head to his toes as he turned to face her, his morning wood replaced by a pure fear boner as he turned to meet her glowing purple eyes.\n\n“It seems that someone didn’t appreciate your disappearance yesterday. Mmm, a pity that they had to start pulling guns. I would have liked a little good morning orgy before we had to head out. But if they’re going to start with that, I can’t really say that I’m interested in rewarding bad behavior, heh. We’ll just have to have some more fun later to make up for that little interruption.”\n\n“What…what are you going to do? What did you do to them?” he asked.\n\n“Hmm-hmmm. We’re going to have to work on that. Remember, Fountain, you’re supposed to call me ‘Mistress,’” the dragoness said, swinging her legs out from beneath the covers and getting to her feet. “But as simply as I can tell you, I sent them somewhere where they won’t be causing any more trouble. A few miles from here, as far as I can tell. Well away from us, and anything that they can use to get back anytime soon. Simple enough for you?”\n\nAxel slowly nodded. In other words, there was no hope of them coming back to rescue him, and while the dragoness had moved them harmlessly this time, there was no guarantee that she would do the same again. So far, she had been ‘kind’ in that nobody had been hurt from what she decided to do to them, but if she had that much power to just…shift people about, then there was every possibility that she might choose to put them somewhere much more dangerous if they kept bothering her. And he was not exempt from the same sort of punishment.\n\n“Good. Now, let’s get out of here. I was hoping to enjoy a little more time in this realm, but one can’t always get what one wants,” she said with a small chuckle. “My house awaits, and it will be far more conducive to your training.”\n\n“Where is your house, Mistress?” Axel managed to ask.\n\n“A long way from here. A few universes over, as I said, but we can make that little hop easily enough. Or at least, I can, and considering that I planned on bringing you with me, that makes all the difference in the world. Now, take my hand, Fountain; we’re going.”\n\nIt was time, then. Axel slowly looked around himself, not just at the hotel room but at the arid world that was just beyond the walls, and the sunny sky that he remembered and the far-off mountains where he had gone a few summers back for some time to think. He thought of all the history that he had here, the few friends that he’d made at work, and the even fewer that he still maintained from school.\n\nWas there really that much for him here, he wondered? Was he leaving that much behind, or was he just freaking out because the dragoness was just…using him so hard? It was difficult to tell, and he honestly wasn’t sure where the lines were.\n\nBut one thing was for sure. In terms of choices, he had none but to take her hand. If he didn’t do it on his own, she would make him, and he might as well do one thing of his own free will before it was taken from him. Axel reached out –\n\nAnd the world changed.\n\nThe hotel room turned into a shimmering purple vortex all around him. He felt like he was rising and falling at the same time, like that moment at the top of a rollercoaster just as you were about to fall while at speed. Flying and falling, shooting through space, feeling endless things falling behind him as they moved and stood still at the same time.\n\nThe paradox felt like it was going to rip his mind apart, and if it hadn’t lasted more than a few seconds, it very well might have. It ended as abruptly as it had begun, the purple replaced with a wide stretch of gray, black, and green, with other speckles of color all around them, and he realized that he’d stopped ‘moving.’ The sudden stillness compared to the endless impossible motion nearly left his stomach shooting up his throat, and he had to cover his mouth and swallow hard to keep it in place.\n\n“Heh, I always forget that happens to other people,” the dragoness said. “Get it out of your system if you have to.”\n\nHe wasn’t sure that it would ever entirely be out of his system. Even as the urge to vomit faded, the sheer feeling of stillness compared to that impossible movement felt…wrong. Now that he knew that it was possible, all he wanted to do was go back to it, even though it felt wrong at the same time. If there was so much stuff out there, so much space and freedom in the universe –\n\nBut the feeling was already fading. It was a memory for a moment or two more, then even that faded away, leaving nothing but the odd feeling that there had been [i]something[/i] there, something amazing and impossible all at the same time.\n\nThe capybara slowly lifted his head up, opening his eyes and blinking away the bleary wateriness that remained behind. The gray had been the sidewalk under his feet and the black a long fence that stood on the edge of it. Guessing that the green was a garden, he turned the other way –\n\n“Oh…my…god…”\n\nWhere he had thought to see a street full of cars or – at most – perhaps some strange market, what he found was a cluster of pairs and trios with leashes and collars, with at least one person in each cluster either moving on all fours or being led along by wheels on their elbows and knees. Those leashed were at least as naked as him, and sometimes seemed more so with the various accessories that were strapped to them. He saw at least three stallions in such attire with their cocks attached to a tube under them, getting milked as they were led along, and at least half of them wore gags along their jaws.\n\n“What…how…this…”\n\n“You didn’t think that my home would be boring, did you, Fountain?”\n\nFountain.\n\nCock.\n\nNaked.\n\nAxel immediately tried to cover himself, only for a sudden snap of the dragoness’s fingers to yank his hands to his side and keep them there. His cheeks burned all the hotter as she turned toward her gate, dragging him along behind her with a curled finger. The fact that his body obeyed her faster than it obeyed him was both unnerving and – at least mildly – arousing, and he started to wonder if his cheeks would ever stop burning from humiliation.\n\n“Now that you’re here, there will be no more covering up.”\n\n“Some of them get something to wear,” he muttered.\n\n“That’s fetish-wear on the choice of their masters. And besides, I own [i]you.[/i] They have their own owners, but you have to deal with me.”\n\n[i]Own you.[/i]\n\nHe’d known that it was something like that already, but to hear the dragoness say it so brazenly in public told him two things. First, this world was not the same as Earth, lacking the same protections against one person owning another, so it wasn’t like anyone was going to be willing to step in and save him from her here, either. Second, he wasn’t going to be protected by any standards of decency, which meant that trying to avoid being seen naked wasn’t going to happen, either.\n\nHe wanted to be embarrassed, angry, [i]something[/i] that wasn’t some variant of being turned on, but no matter how he tried to turn his brain off, it just kept coming back to the fact that he was naked in public and that he was showing off his cock, his ass, everything to the rest of the world.\n\n[i]They can see me, they can see me and I can see them, and –[/i]\n\n“Fountain.”\n\nHe turned back to her, and no sooner had he spun around than he looked at the way that she was standing on one foot. Cursing his luck, he still fell victim to her sole, staring at the bottom of her foot and slowly falling to his knees. The soft click of the pavement under his legs was just enough to leave him a little lucid, but not much.\n\nHe leaned in, taking in the soft smell of dust and sweat, the smell thick enough to keep his mind clouded and his cock hard. Despite everything, he felt himself…calming down. His heart no longer beat so hard, and his head didn’t ache and feel light and dizzy the way that it had only moments ago.\n\nShe curled her toes against his cheek, and he leaned against her sole, nuzzling it without thinking.\n\n[i]Good slut.\n\nGood boy.\n\nGood Fountain.[/i]\n\nAnd then she lowered her foot to the ground again. By the time that he was completely lucid, the gate into her property was open, and she was standing at the side and waving for him to get to his feet. His cheeks burned hot again as he got back to his feet, shivering as his cock throbbed against his belly.\n\n“Do you have to keep doing that, Mistress?” he asked.\n\n“Until you get the picture, yes.”\n\n“…”\n\n“Come.”\n\nHe entered the grounds with her, and almost immediately realized that this wasn’t the same sort of garden that he was used to. The grass under his feet started stroking between his toes and over them almost immediately, and it was only the residual calmness from being against her sole that kept him from jumping out of his skin right then and there. That familiar shiver ran down his spine as he followed in her wake, doing his best not to look down at her ass as he did.\n\nThankfully, there were all kinds of distractions all around him. The pathways of the garden were surrounded on both sides by hedges, tall enough that they reached his shoulders and broken up here and there by ‘statues’ that were squatting down. Each one looked – no, [i]was[/i] a living person.\n\n[i]Holy shit…[/i]\n\nThey were spaced out one per ten feet along the top of the hedges, usually matching in species, though not always. They alternated between male and female regardless of the species, though, so he had a view of breasts, cock, cunt, balls, and more as he walked along, taking it all in and blushing as he did.\n\n“Why…what is all this, Mistress?”\n\n“My decorations, of course.”\n\n“You mean…you just…”\n\n“Well, some of them, Fountain. Others are statues in the house, and still others squat in the fountains and provide…lubrication.”\n\n“…L-lubrication?”\n\n“There’s times when we want to have fun in the garden, after all.”\n\n“…”\n\n“And yes, that will be your purpose, Fountain,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him with a deep smile. “I told you already. You belong to me. And I will use you to the nth degree, as humiliatingly as I can. I can [i]taste[/i] how much the spice of that tickles your fancy. It hit you while you were confessing your fantasies, and it’s going to keep you hard, dripping, and [i]needy[/i] for as long as I keep you here.”\n\n“And…how long are you going to keep me here?”\n\n“How long does your species live?”\n\n[i]Oh god…oh god…[/i]\n\nA sample of his fate came into view as he rounded another corner. Situated in a small clearing on the other side of the short hedges was a fountain, a shallow moat of stone that surrounded a male jackal that was squatting down in the middle of it. His eyes were half-closed, slitted with lust and need, and his big, knotted cock stood out tall and strong from his sheath. The black fur meant that it was all the more obvious, pink and throbbing with need, and a constant trickle of silvery pre-cum ran from his cock to the fountain below. There was more of it than any man could have made –\n\n“You’ll be getting augmentations of your own to fulfill the same tasks,” the dragoness said. “I want my Fountain to be good and productive.”\n\n“There’s…there’s no way. Nobody can cum that much.”\n\n“You will.”\n\nShe patted his shoulder and pulled him along, but Axel kept staring at the jackal until the plants were between them again. He took in the little piercings in the dog’s nipples and the bigger one at the end of his cock, and the very idea of that happening to him –\n\n[i]Big.\n\nHeavy.\n\nMarked.\n\nImpossible to miss.\n\nBelong to her.\n\nMarked slut.[/i]\n\nIt was enough to turn shrinkage to growth, and he whimpered as he continued to follow behind his mistress wherever she led.\n\nEventually, they reached the front door of her house. Or, well, mansion, as was the more accurate word. High stairs led up to the front door of a three-story house, one that grew ever thinner with each floor until the top one seemed to be almost a single pair of rooms that loomed over everything else. The sides of the house itself were a dark purple, verging so close to the end of the color spectrum that they almost turned black as he looked at them, with little circles and other glowing shapes along it. The windows were barely there, and he knew that there was no way that any thief could sneak in without going through the front door…and no slave could escape without doing the same.\n\nHe bit his lips as she stopped at the front door, looking down at him. Axel almost turned tail and ran right then, but he knew that there was no point. She would be able to call him right back, and all he’d end up doing was embarrassing himself. So, the capybara pushed himself to keep walking up the steps, stopping in front of her and bowing his head.\n\n“What now?”\n\n“Hmm?”\n\n“What now, Mistress?” he corrected himself.\n\n“Mmm, so you can learn. Good. I hoped I wouldn’t have to completely drown your brain to train you.”\n\n“Mmmph.”\n\n“I’m going to bring you to one of the more experienced submissives in the house. They’ll get you outfitted with the piercings that you need, as well as the first of your plugs. Once that’s done, we’ll get you fitted to one of the fountains and see how much modification you actually need. Once we know that…well, I’ll know how far I can push you before everything starts to break.”\n\n“…And…and how far do you think I can be pushed?” Axel asked.\n\n“Heh…with fantasies like yours, further than you think.”\n\nUnsure whether to be flattered or terrified with that observation, the capybara lowered his head and joined her on the front porch. She turned the golden doorknob and stepped inside, calling out.\n\n“Silvercock. Silvercock, come.”\n\nAxel could hardly believe that was a real name, but sure enough, someone darted around the corner and walked down the pink and purple halls. A silver-furred fox with enough metal along the underside of his hard-on to set off every metal detector in the world approached, his hands behind his back and his head tilted up. He looked at the dragoness with utter adoration in his eyes before bowing his head.\n\n“Mistress. Welcome home.”\n\n“Thank you, Silvercock. Now, I have someone new that needs to be fitted for the fountains. You know the routine.”\n\n“Of course, Mistress.”\n\n“And Silvercock?”\n\n“Yes, Mistress?”\n\n“Try not to overdo it. Small ones, just a Prince Albert to start, and a pair of nipple piercings.”\n\n“Of course, Mistress.”\n\nHe didn’t even get the chance to get a word in edgewise. No sooner had the order been given than ‘Silvercock’ was behind him, pushing him down the hallway and deeper into the house. The whole place reeked of sex, spilling out of the various rooms, soaked into the flooring, and even somehow coming out of the lewd paintings and images along the walls that took the place of regular paintings that he might have seen in his homeworld. It assaulted his senses to such a degree that up was down, left was right, and nothing made sense with the world before him.\n\nWhen they finally came to a halt in a different room, he was more grateful that they weren’t surrounded by perpetual lewdness than anything else. The capybara was more than willing to take a seat as it was offered to him, and he didn’t even complain when the fox pushed his legs apart and locked them into shackles.\n\n“I…wait. Wait a second. You’re actually going to –”\n\n“The mistress demands that you be marked, Fountain,” the fox said, looking up at him from where he knelt. “That means that I must mark you.”\n\n“But…but…”\n\n“It will be painless.”\n\n“That’s impossible! You can’t just – that’s putting a hole through someone. That’s never painless!”\n\n“Oh, you’re from one of those worlds.” Silvercock chuckled. “You’ve never really experienced magic, have you?”\n\n“…Magic is real?!”\n\n“Heh, oh, the things that you’re going to learn. Look, just go along with it for now. It’ll make more sense when we’re done. Now, thrust your chest forward; I have to check where those nips are through your fur.”\n\nAxel tried to argue, but no sooner had he opened his mouth than the fox was rubbing his fingers through his belly fur and working his way up. He bit his lips, blushing as he realized that not only was he helpless before the mistress, but before all of her underlings, as well. With his legs already shackled to his seat, what was he supposed to do but go along with it?\n\nSo, he thrust his chest out, biting his lips when the fox found his nipples. The vulpine servant caressed them with his fingertips, rubbing them until they were just hard enough to stick out through his fur, then pulled his hands back. The capybara huffed, clenching his teeth as he shook his head.\n\n“This is humiliating.”\n\n“That’s the point,” Silvercock said. “Why do you think I have the name I do?”\n\n“Not a birth name?”\n\n“Do you think any mother would be so cruel?”\n\n“…Point taken.”\n\n“The mistress knows what we all enjoy. And a little embarrassment never hurt anybody.”\n\n“I guess…”\n\n“Anyway. Let’s get started, shall we? Those nipples look more than ready for a little hole in them…”\n\n#\n\nSilvercock hadn’t lied. There was no pain from the piercings, but there sure as hell was sensitivity afterward. Axel wasn’t sure that he had ever been quite so aware of his nipples as he was right then. He bit his lips as he felt the little swing and sway of the metal in them as he was led back out to the garden, still getting used to the loop of metal at the end of his dick, too. That one kept him from sliding back into his sheath no matter how soft he got, and he bit his lips as he felt the way that it caught and pulled with the breeze.\n\nThe worst part, however, was the strange open tube of metal that had been rammed up his ass and left there. It wasn’t quite a butt-plug or a dildo, considering that it was hollow in the middle, but it was more than just a simple insertion. It was ‘locked’ to his rim, keeping it spread wide, almost like a speculum might have done for a female, but he could feel it capable of spreading further, and it wasn’t just a straight tube.\n\nSilvercock refused to elaborate as to its purpose, but it sure made walking more difficult. He bit his lips as he walked down the hedgerows with the silver-furred fox, huffing every time that the tube rolled against his prostate due to the wider steps that he had to take.\n\n“What is this thing? It’s driving me crazy.”\n\n“You’ll see,” Silvercock said.\n\n“I can’t – you can’t just – mmmph!”\n\n“Heh, you get used to it. It’ll come out when the mistress fucks you, but not before.”\n\nThat wasn’t exactly a pleasant thought, but at least he knew it could come out. It wasn’t permanent, just…nearly permanent.\n\n[i]Never thought I’d be hoping that she’d be interested in fucking me regularly,[/i] he thought as they entered one of the fountain clearings. [i]Hopefully sooner than –[/i]\n\nAxel blinked. He hadn’t seen the little silver rod that stood up from the middle of the fountain podium when he’d seen the jackal earlier, but then again, it must have been impaling the dog from below. A second look at the little silver rod confirmed that it was just about the perfect size to fit into the speculum that was keeping his ass spread wide.\n\n“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he whispered.\n\n“Not at all. Now, come here,” Silvercock said, “and take a seat right on this. It’ll link with the pieces inside of you and get you all situated for a long milking session. The mistress designed this personally.”\n\n“Designed it for what?”\n\n“Oh, nutrient flow, stamina management, that sort of thing. You don’t want your fountain fainting when its been squatting on the balls of its feet for the last eight hours, after all; it’s not a good look to have when the guests come through and see one that’s fainted on the job.”\n\nOh god. He hadn’t even thought of that part yet. It was embarrassing enough to be completely locked down for [i]her[/i] viewing, but to have others coming through the garden and seeing him –\n\n[i]How many?[/i] he wondered, his body already moving almost on its own as he lowered his ass toward the rod. [i]Just one a week? Or is this the sort of place where they have…parties…with that sort of thing? Or what if they have families that come by and start looking at us? What if she decides that she wants to sell some of us? Can we ever –[/i]\n\nClick.\n\nHe didn’t even notice the rod spreading him even further, but he felt it as the slightly rounded tip locked into place. His eyes went wide, his brain shut off, and all that he knew was [i]pleasure.[/i]\n\nFor the first time, he was aware of his body in every possible way. He could feel a tingle running from his prostate through the various ducts back there, flowing from the much-vibrated nub all the way to his balls, and from there up to his cock. It was an electrifying tingle, a powerful sense of pleasure that had him gasping right from the start, his eyes rolling back and his tongue slowly lolling out. His toes curled as he settled in a spread-legged squat, his cock on display as it rose quickly, pushing out and over the lip of the podium.\n\nPulse.\n\nHe gasped, his cock jerking upward as a small string of pre-cum squirted free of his shaft, oozing down and hanging from the ring of metal that was thrust through his shaft just under the urethra. The weight that it added was surprisingly pleasant –\n\nPulse.\n\n“Ah…”\n\nPulse.\n\nPulse.\n\nPulse.\n\nAnd the pleasure just kept growing…dragging him down…into nothing but pure awareness of bliss…\n\n \n\n \n\n\n\n \n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n \nSummary: Axel wakes up to find that he spent the night in the dragoness’s control, and now, he’s been marked by her. What else can go wrong? A lot.\n \nTags: M/solo, M/Intersex, Drakina, Nudity, Magic, Dragoness, Capybara, Fox, Piercings, Cock Piercing, Painless, Exhibitionism, Bondage, Body Control, Foot Fetish, Memories of Sex, Teasing, Anal, Anal Toy, Body Modification, Miniseries, Corruption, Mind Control, \n",
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Becoming a Perverted Ornament Part 2 For NerubianKnight By Draconicon
Axel woke up to a sore throat and a dizzy head. The capybara knew that he was on a bed, considering the cushioning under his back, but he could also tell that he was lying on it the wrong way. His feet hung off one end and his head was almost doing the same thing on the other side. He could only conclude that he had somehow fallen asleep sideways rather than rightways up, and he groaned as he could only imagine how that had happened.
A few fumbling thrusts of his arm confirmed that he was at the foot of the bed, and it took a full minute for the implications of that to seep through his sleepy mind. Sleeping at the foot of the bed, like a dog –
Dog.
Pet.
Slut.
Slave.
Thing.
Toy.
Fountain.
Axel whimpered as the words pounded through his head like hammer-blows, made worse by the fact that each one seemed to go right through him to his cock and make it throb in response. He wasn’t supposed to like what was happening to him.
Except…he did, and there wasn’t really any way that he could hide that. He was still naked, still uncovered, and –
Her. Where did she go?
He rolled over, forcing his eyes open. The purple dragoness was in bed, asleep, her feet almost grinding against him through the covers but not quite exposed. Her cock, on the other hand, had slipped out from under the blankets during her sleep, and as soon as his eyes landed on it, they were locked on, his mouth hanging open as a slow flood of drool started to flood it. He couldn’t look away, and his breath came faster as thoughts pulsed through his mind.
Suck.
Swallow.
Serve.
Savor.
His throat ached, and he knew that it had to be from sucking that all night, but that didn’t matter to his brain as he stared at the purple rod. The head was barely showing, the tip just slightly exposed through the foreskin hanging off the end of it, and now that he was staring at it, he could smell it in the air. Thick, heady, warm, musky, with a tiny taint of vinegar to it, her cock begged for attention.
He was about to get to all fours and crawl to it when she rolled to the side, the shaft swinging out of sight, and Axel gasped for breath as he was shaken back to ‘normal’ thoughts. The capybara was still panting as he slid himself out of bed, sitting with his back to the foot of the bed and his legs extended toward the hotel room door.
What the hell is wrong with me? How did she…how did she control me like that so easily?
He still didn’t know, and that was part of what scared the living hell out of him. It didn’t matter how hot it was; she was still doing things that were effectively impossible, and he didn’t have any way of even figuring out what she was doing, let alone how to stop it. He should have been running away, taking this brief respite to get the hell out and find a cop or something. There had to be something…
Except…
Except that he remembered how she had walked down to him yesterday, and how he’d walked out afterward. She did something to the world around her that made the impossible possible. Even if he got out now, even if he somehow managed to put hundreds of miles between her and him, it wouldn’t be enough. If she wanted him back, she would get him back. It was as simple as that.
What do I do? What the fuck do I do?
Of course, it would be much easier to think of a solution if his dick wasn’t going crazy at that point. Every time that he thought of her, he thought of her feet, her cock, her balls, her everything. The night before was a faded mess in his memory, but that didn’t mean that certain images weren’t burned into his brain.
Her cock. It was so big, and powerful, thick and strong, long and heavy. He remembered how it had felt on his tongue and how it stretched out his throat, how it had done so much to break him in. Productive, powerful, fueled by such –
Balls. Big balls. Heavy and churning, always making that cock drip. He remembered the weight of them on his chin and then on his nose, how they had been burning with more musk. They were so hot, so full, so constantly begging to be emptied that he could feel more cum being added just having them rest on him.
Her pussy. What a shock that was, a slick little slit right behind her balls. Wet, too, and begging for a tongue, but not as much as her ass.
Oh, her ass. Bountiful and full and swaying. He shivered, his cock swinging up to slap against his stomach as he remembered hamming his tongue in there, serving her as her seat, and –
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
His head was spinning, his need to escape fading into something more carnal. He wanted to slip back into bed and wake her up with his mouth, to put it to use sucking her cock until she came down his throat again. It was an urge that was so strong that he almost couldn’t resist it and had to grab the carpet to keep himself in place.
Calm, calm, calm, you can keep from doing it. Just a little longer. Hold back for a little bit longer. It’ll fade, it’ll –
The door slammed inward, bouncing off the wall, and Axel jumped as a German Shepherd cop leaped through the door, gun raised. The officer pointed it at him, and then at the rising dragoness on the bed.
“On the ground. Now! Get on the ground, now!” he shouted.
Axel was half-afraid for the dragoness and knew that had to be her power making him think that way. She had stolen him away, kidnapped him. He should be happy that someone was going to put her in her place. He should be hoping that she surrendered, that the gun might even go off and scare her, or –
Then the cop was gone.
It was a split-second thing; the dog was there, blue uniform a symbol of enforcement and power, then he wasn’t. The only sign that anything was happening was a faint purple light around the canine before he completely disappeared, leaving behind nothing. Not even his gun. It was as if he had never been, and the faint silhouette of someone else further back from the door barely had time to look shocked at their partner’s disappearance before they, too, had disappeared.
“Well, that was hardly a pleasant way to wake up,” the dragoness said from the bed. “Fountain, I assume you’re down there at the foot of the bed. Stand up.”
He didn’t have a choice; if she could just make people disappear like that, she could just make him disappear, too. Axel slowly got to his feet, shivering from his head to his toes as he turned to face her, his morning wood replaced by a pure fear boner as he turned to meet her glowing purple eyes.
“It seems that someone didn’t appreciate your disappearance yesterday. Mmm, a pity that they had to start pulling guns. I would have liked a little good morning orgy before we had to head out. But if they’re going to start with that, I can’t really say that I’m interested in rewarding bad behavior, heh. We’ll just have to have some more fun later to make up for that little interruption.”
“What…what are you going to do? What did you do to them?” he asked.
“Hmm-hmmm. We’re going to have to work on that. Remember, Fountain, you’re supposed to call me ‘Mistress,’” the dragoness said, swinging her legs out from beneath the covers and getting to her feet. “But as simply as I can tell you, I sent them somewhere where they won’t be causing any more trouble. A few miles from here, as far as I can tell. Well away from us, and anything that they can use to get back anytime soon. Simple enough for you?”
Axel slowly nodded. In other words, there was no hope of them coming back to rescue him, and while the dragoness had moved them harmlessly this time, there was no guarantee that she would do the same again. So far, she had been ‘kind’ in that nobody had been hurt from what she decided to do to them, but if she had that much power to just…shift people about, then there was every possibility that she might choose to put them somewhere much more dangerous if they kept bothering her. And he was not exempt from the same sort of punishment.
“Good. Now, let’s get out of here. I was hoping to enjoy a little more time in this realm, but one can’t always get what one wants,” she said with a small chuckle. “My house awaits, and it will be far more conducive to your training.”
“Where is your house, Mistress?” Axel managed to ask.
“A long way from here. A few universes over, as I said, but we can make that little hop easily enough. Or at least, I can, and considering that I planned on bringing you with me, that makes all the difference in the world. Now, take my hand, Fountain; we’re going.”
It was time, then. Axel slowly looked around himself, not just at the hotel room but at the arid world that was just beyond the walls, and the sunny sky that he remembered and the far-off mountains where he had gone a few summers back for some time to think. He thought of all the history that he had here, the few friends that he’d made at work, and the even fewer that he still maintained from school.
Was there really that much for him here, he wondered? Was he leaving that much behind, or was he just freaking out because the dragoness was just…using him so hard? It was difficult to tell, and he honestly wasn’t sure where the lines were.
But one thing was for sure. In terms of choices, he had none but to take her hand. If he didn’t do it on his own, she would make him, and he might as well do one thing of his own free will before it was taken from him. Axel reached out –
And the world changed.
The hotel room turned into a shimmering purple vortex all around him. He felt like he was rising and falling at the same time, like that moment at the top of a rollercoaster just as you were about to fall while at speed. Flying and falling, shooting through space, feeling endless things falling behind him as they moved and stood still at the same time.
The paradox felt like it was going to rip his mind apart, and if it hadn’t lasted more than a few seconds, it very well might have. It ended as abruptly as it had begun, the purple replaced with a wide stretch of gray, black, and green, with other speckles of color all around them, and he realized that he’d stopped ‘moving.’ The sudden stillness compared to the endless impossible motion nearly left his stomach shooting up his throat, and he had to cover his mouth and swallow hard to keep it in place.
“Heh, I always forget that happens to other people,” the dragoness said. “Get it out of your system if you have to.”
He wasn’t sure that it would ever entirely be out of his system. Even as the urge to vomit faded, the sheer feeling of stillness compared to that impossible movement felt…wrong. Now that he knew that it was possible, all he wanted to do was go back to it, even though it felt wrong at the same time. If there was so much stuff out there, so much space and freedom in the universe –
But the feeling was already fading. It was a memory for a moment or two more, then even that faded away, leaving nothing but the odd feeling that there had been something there, something amazing and impossible all at the same time.
The capybara slowly lifted his head up, opening his eyes and blinking away the bleary wateriness that remained behind. The gray had been the sidewalk under his feet and the black a long fence that stood on the edge of it. Guessing that the green was a garden, he turned the other way –
“Oh…my…god…”
Where he had thought to see a street full of cars or – at most – perhaps some strange market, what he found was a cluster of pairs and trios with leashes and collars, with at least one person in each cluster either moving on all fours or being led along by wheels on their elbows and knees. Those leashed were at least as naked as him, and sometimes seemed more so with the various accessories that were strapped to them. He saw at least three stallions in such attire with their cocks attached to a tube under them, getting milked as they were led along, and at least half of them wore gags along their jaws.
“What…how…this…”
“You didn’t think that my home would be boring, did you, Fountain?”
Fountain.
Cock.
Naked.
Axel immediately tried to cover himself, only for a sudden snap of the dragoness’s fingers to yank his hands to his side and keep them there. His cheeks burned all the hotter as she turned toward her gate, dragging him along behind her with a curled finger. The fact that his body obeyed her faster than it obeyed him was both unnerving and – at least mildly – arousing, and he started to wonder if his cheeks would ever stop burning from humiliation.
“Now that you’re here, there will be no more covering up.”
“Some of them get something to wear,” he muttered.
“That’s fetish-wear on the choice of their masters. And besides, I own you. They have their own owners, but you have to deal with me.”
Own you.
He’d known that it was something like that already, but to hear the dragoness say it so brazenly in public told him two things. First, this world was not the same as Earth, lacking the same protections against one person owning another, so it wasn’t like anyone was going to be willing to step in and save him from her here, either. Second, he wasn’t going to be protected by any standards of decency, which meant that trying to avoid being seen naked wasn’t going to happen, either.
He wanted to be embarrassed, angry, something that wasn’t some variant of being turned on, but no matter how he tried to turn his brain off, it just kept coming back to the fact that he was naked in public and that he was showing off his cock, his ass, everything to the rest of the world.
They can see me, they can see me and I can see them, and –
“Fountain.”
He turned back to her, and no sooner had he spun around than he looked at the way that she was standing on one foot. Cursing his luck, he still fell victim to her sole, staring at the bottom of her foot and slowly falling to his knees. The soft click of the pavement under his legs was just enough to leave him a little lucid, but not much.
He leaned in, taking in the soft smell of dust and sweat, the smell thick enough to keep his mind clouded and his cock hard. Despite everything, he felt himself…calming down. His heart no longer beat so hard, and his head didn’t ache and feel light and dizzy the way that it had only moments ago.
She curled her toes against his cheek, and he leaned against her sole, nuzzling it without thinking.
Good slut.
Good boy.
Good Fountain.
And then she lowered her foot to the ground again. By the time that he was completely lucid, the gate into her property was open, and she was standing at the side and waving for him to get to his feet. His cheeks burned hot again as he got back to his feet, shivering as his cock throbbed against his belly.
“Do you have to keep doing that, Mistress?” he asked.
“Until you get the picture, yes.”
“…”
“Come.”
He entered the grounds with her, and almost immediately realized that this wasn’t the same sort of garden that he was used to. The grass under his feet started stroking between his toes and over them almost immediately, and it was only the residual calmness from being against her sole that kept him from jumping out of his skin right then and there. That familiar shiver ran down his spine as he followed in her wake, doing his best not to look down at her ass as he did.
Thankfully, there were all kinds of distractions all around him. The pathways of the garden were surrounded on both sides by hedges, tall enough that they reached his shoulders and broken up here and there by ‘statues’ that were squatting down. Each one looked – no, was a living person.
Holy shit…
They were spaced out one per ten feet along the top of the hedges, usually matching in species, though not always. They alternated between male and female regardless of the species, though, so he had a view of breasts, cock, cunt, balls, and more as he walked along, taking it all in and blushing as he did.
“Why…what is all this, Mistress?”
“My decorations, of course.”
“You mean…you just…”
“Well, some of them, Fountain. Others are statues in the house, and still others squat in the fountains and provide…lubrication.”
“…L-lubrication?”
“There’s times when we want to have fun in the garden, after all.”
“…”
“And yes, that will be your purpose, Fountain,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him with a deep smile. “I told you already. You belong to me. And I will use you to the nth degree, as humiliatingly as I can. I can taste how much the spice of that tickles your fancy. It hit you while you were confessing your fantasies, and it’s going to keep you hard, dripping, and needy for as long as I keep you here.”
“And…how long are you going to keep me here?”
“How long does your species live?”
Oh god…oh god…
A sample of his fate came into view as he rounded another corner. Situated in a small clearing on the other side of the short hedges was a fountain, a shallow moat of stone that surrounded a male jackal that was squatting down in the middle of it. His eyes were half-closed, slitted with lust and need, and his big, knotted cock stood out tall and strong from his sheath. The black fur meant that it was all the more obvious, pink and throbbing with need, and a constant trickle of silvery pre-cum ran from his cock to the fountain below. There was more of it than any man could have made –
“You’ll be getting augmentations of your own to fulfill the same tasks,” the dragoness said. “I want my Fountain to be good and productive.”
“There’s…there’s no way. Nobody can cum that much.”
“You will.”
She patted his shoulder and pulled him along, but Axel kept staring at the jackal until the plants were between them again. He took in the little piercings in the dog’s nipples and the bigger one at the end of his cock, and the very idea of that happening to him –
Big.
Heavy.
Marked.
Impossible to miss.
Belong to her.
Marked slut.
It was enough to turn shrinkage to growth, and he whimpered as he continued to follow behind his mistress wherever she led.
Eventually, they reached the front door of her house. Or, well, mansion, as was the more accurate word. High stairs led up to the front door of a three-story house, one that grew ever thinner with each floor until the top one seemed to be almost a single pair of rooms that loomed over everything else. The sides of the house itself were a dark purple, verging so close to the end of the color spectrum that they almost turned black as he looked at them, with little circles and other glowing shapes along it. The windows were barely there, and he knew that there was no way that any thief could sneak in without going through the front door…and no slave could escape without doing the same.
He bit his lips as she stopped at the front door, looking down at him. Axel almost turned tail and ran right then, but he knew that there was no point. She would be able to call him right back, and all he’d end up doing was embarrassing himself. So, the capybara pushed himself to keep walking up the steps, stopping in front of her and bowing his head.
“What now?”
“Hmm?”
“What now, Mistress?” he corrected himself.
“Mmm, so you can learn. Good. I hoped I wouldn’t have to completely drown your brain to train you.”
“Mmmph.”
“I’m going to bring you to one of the more experienced submissives in the house. They’ll get you outfitted with the piercings that you need, as well as the first of your plugs. Once that’s done, we’ll get you fitted to one of the fountains and see how much modification you actually need. Once we know that…well, I’ll know how far I can push you before everything starts to break.”
“…And…and how far do you think I can be pushed?” Axel asked.
“Heh…with fantasies like yours, further than you think.”
Unsure whether to be flattered or terrified with that observation, the capybara lowered his head and joined her on the front porch. She turned the golden doorknob and stepped inside, calling out.
“Silvercock. Silvercock, come.”
Axel could hardly believe that was a real name, but sure enough, someone darted around the corner and walked down the pink and purple halls. A silver-furred fox with enough metal along the underside of his hard-on to set off every metal detector in the world approached, his hands behind his back and his head tilted up. He looked at the dragoness with utter adoration in his eyes before bowing his head.
“Mistress. Welcome home.”
“Thank you, Silvercock. Now, I have someone new that needs to be fitted for the fountains. You know the routine.”
“Of course, Mistress.”
“And Silvercock?”
“Yes, Mistress?”
“Try not to overdo it. Small ones, just a Prince Albert to start, and a pair of nipple piercings.”
“Of course, Mistress.”
He didn’t even get the chance to get a word in edgewise. No sooner had the order been given than ‘Silvercock’ was behind him, pushing him down the hallway and deeper into the house. The whole place reeked of sex, spilling out of the various rooms, soaked into the flooring, and even somehow coming out of the lewd paintings and images along the walls that took the place of regular paintings that he might have seen in his homeworld. It assaulted his senses to such a degree that up was down, left was right, and nothing made sense with the world before him.
When they finally came to a halt in a different room, he was more grateful that they weren’t surrounded by perpetual lewdness than anything else. The capybara was more than willing to take a seat as it was offered to him, and he didn’t even complain when the fox pushed his legs apart and locked them into shackles.
“I…wait. Wait a second. You’re actually going to –”
“The mistress demands that you be marked, Fountain,” the fox said, looking up at him from where he knelt. “That means that I must mark you.”
“But…but…”
“It will be painless.”
“That’s impossible! You can’t just – that’s putting a hole through someone. That’s never painless!”
“Oh, you’re from one of those worlds.” Silvercock chuckled. “You’ve never really experienced magic, have you?”
“…Magic is real?!”
“Heh, oh, the things that you’re going to learn. Look, just go along with it for now. It’ll make more sense when we’re done. Now, thrust your chest forward; I have to check where those nips are through your fur.”
Axel tried to argue, but no sooner had he opened his mouth than the fox was rubbing his fingers through his belly fur and working his way up. He bit his lips, blushing as he realized that not only was he helpless before the mistress, but before all of her underlings, as well. With his legs already shackled to his seat, what was he supposed to do but go along with it?
So, he thrust his chest out, biting his lips when the fox found his nipples. The vulpine servant caressed them with his fingertips, rubbing them until they were just hard enough to stick out through his fur, then pulled his hands back. The capybara huffed, clenching his teeth as he shook his head.
“This is humiliating.”
“That’s the point,” Silvercock said. “Why do you think I have the name I do?”
“Not a birth name?”
“Do you think any mother would be so cruel?”
“…Point taken.”
“The mistress knows what we all enjoy. And a little embarrassment never hurt anybody.”
“I guess…”
“Anyway. Let’s get started, shall we? Those nipples look more than ready for a little hole in them…”
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Silvercock hadn’t lied. There was no pain from the piercings, but there sure as hell was sensitivity afterward. Axel wasn’t sure that he had ever been quite so aware of his nipples as he was right then. He bit his lips as he felt the little swing and sway of the metal in them as he was led back out to the garden, still getting used to the loop of metal at the end of his dick, too. That one kept him from sliding back into his sheath no matter how soft he got, and he bit his lips as he felt the way that it caught and pulled with the breeze.
The worst part, however, was the strange open tube of metal that had been rammed up his ass and left there. It wasn’t quite a butt-plug or a dildo, considering that it was hollow in the middle, but it was more than just a simple insertion. It was ‘locked’ to his rim, keeping it spread wide, almost like a speculum might have done for a female, but he could feel it capable of spreading further, and it wasn’t just a straight tube.
Silvercock refused to elaborate as to its purpose, but it sure made walking more difficult. He bit his lips as he walked down the hedgerows with the silver-furred fox, huffing every time that the tube rolled against his prostate due to the wider steps that he had to take.
“What is this thing? It’s driving me crazy.”
“You’ll see,” Silvercock said.
“I can’t – you can’t just – mmmph!”
“Heh, you get used to it. It’ll come out when the mistress fucks you, but not before.”
That wasn’t exactly a pleasant thought, but at least he knew it could come out. It wasn’t permanent, just…nearly permanent.
Never thought I’d be hoping that she’d be interested in fucking me regularly, he thought as they entered one of the fountain clearings. Hopefully sooner than –
Axel blinked. He hadn’t seen the little silver rod that stood up from the middle of the fountain podium when he’d seen the jackal earlier, but then again, it must have been impaling the dog from below. A second look at the little silver rod confirmed that it was just about the perfect size to fit into the speculum that was keeping his ass spread wide.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he whispered.
“Not at all. Now, come here,” Silvercock said, “and take a seat right on this. It’ll link with the pieces inside of you and get you all situated for a long milking session. The mistress designed this personally.”
“Designed it for what?”
“Oh, nutrient flow, stamina management, that sort of thing. You don’t want your fountain fainting when its been squatting on the balls of its feet for the last eight hours, after all; it’s not a good look to have when the guests come through and see one that’s fainted on the job.”
Oh god. He hadn’t even thought of that part yet. It was embarrassing enough to be completely locked down for her viewing, but to have others coming through the garden and seeing him –
How many? he wondered, his body already moving almost on its own as he lowered his ass toward the rod. Just one a week? Or is this the sort of place where they have…parties…with that sort of thing? Or what if they have families that come by and start looking at us? What if she decides that she wants to sell some of us? Can we ever –
Click.
He didn’t even notice the rod spreading him even further, but he felt it as the slightly rounded tip locked into place. His eyes went wide, his brain shut off, and all that he knew was pleasure.
For the first time, he was aware of his body in every possible way. He could feel a tingle running from his prostate through the various ducts back there, flowing from the much-vibrated nub all the way to his balls, and from there up to his cock. It was an electrifying tingle, a powerful sense of pleasure that had him gasping right from the start, his eyes rolling back and his tongue slowly lolling out. His toes curled as he settled in a spread-legged squat, his cock on display as it rose quickly, pushing out and over the lip of the podium.
Pulse.
He gasped, his cock jerking upward as a small string of pre-cum squirted free of his shaft, oozing down and hanging from the ring of metal that was thrust through his shaft just under the urethra. The weight that it added was surprisingly pleasant –
Pulse.
“Ah…”
Pulse.
Pulse.
Pulse.
And the pleasure just kept growing…dragging him down…into nothing but pure awareness of bliss…
The End
Summary: Axel wakes up to find that he spent the night in the dragoness’s control, and now, he’s been marked by her. What else can go wrong? A lot.