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"writing": "[b][u][center]The Convention of Convergent Kinks\nFor Ultilix\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\nUlti gritted her teeth as the manager of the dealer’s den repeated the same thing that she’d been hearing for the last twenty minutes: “No, you’re not supposed to be here, and if you are, you’re not supposed to have a table, and if you are, you’re not supposed to be tabled here, and –”\n\n“If you’d just look at my paperwork –”\n\n“No, no,” the fox said, shaking his head as he tapped his tablet. “I got all the information that I need right here, and if there was an artist named ‘Ulti’ that needed a table, I’d know. I have it all memorized.”\n\n“Is it in your head or on the tablet? Which one?” she asked, trying her best to keep her voice level.\n\n“Both.”\n\n“But that’s not –”\n\n“Anyway, I’ve already allocated this table to another artist. If you really have a table in the den, you can put it up elsewhere.”\n\nThe blue lizard gritted her teeth together so hard that it hurt. She’d been arguing for her space for the last twenty minutes, pushing the fox again and again to give her the table that she’d reserved months ago and paid for just last month. It was [i]right there[/i], right at the front of the den where anyone that walked through the doors would see her. Even if she didn’t sell something to everyone that came through, everyone would remember seeing her and there’d be a chance for new clients. \n\nShe fought the urge to unroll the massive mat that she’d brought under her arm. It had a giant censored nude picture of herself, with wide black bars over her chest and hips, laid out over a lounge chair while she was drawing. It was something that she’d anguished over for weeks before deciding to go for it and now – \n\nUlti pushed her hair back out of her face, trying to ignore the looks that she was getting from the other vendors that were already set up. God, she must look crazy. Swooping blue hair over increasingly stressed features, glasses fogging up from the blush of frustration rising off her cheeks, red bandana feeling tighter and tighter around her throat as she struggled to keep her irritation in check – \n\nThen the fox stiffened up, standing up straighter. Ulti blinked. What the – why was he looking over her shoulder? She started to turn – \n\n“You’re going to listen to her,” a new voice said. \n\n“I’ll listen to her,” the fox said, his voice vacant…very vacant. \n\n“This table is hers.”\n\n“This table is hers.”\n\n“Now, kindly fuck off.”\n\n“Fucking off…”\n\nAnd just like that, the fox turned around, walking away with a robotic gait that looked like something right out of a hypnosis cartoon. Ulti lifted a finger, mouth opened as if she’d call the fox back, only to lower her hand and shake her head. Why question getting what she wanted?\n\nAt least, why question the fox? She turned around –\n\nAnd the blush of irritation [i]immediately[/i] turned into a raging red of embarrassment. Standing right behind her was a black-scaled dragon that not only loomed over her by over a foot, but he was…he was completely naked. And he was sporting at least a semi, swaying as he put his hand on his hip and looked down at her. \n\n“You okay?”\n\n“…you…you…”\n\n“Oh ho ho, that’s new.” The dragon smiled. “Seeing a little more than you expected?”\n\nUlti could only nod.\n\n“Well, that says a lot about you. Spell keeps anyone from seeing [i]that[/i] unless they wanted to.”\n\n“…Why does that sound familiar?” was the only thing that she could think to say.\n\n“Yoinked it off another mage. Anyway.” \n\nThe dragon put a hand on her shoulder, turning her around and pointing her toward her vending table. \n\n“You get yourself set up. I’ll be over at the café; if you’re interested in the wherefores and whyfores, you can find me there after you’re done.”\n\nAs the dragon turned around, tail raised just enough to show off his rump as he walked away, all Ulti could do was stare. Her mouth hung open, her eyes wide as they could be, trying to rationalize the fact that she’d just run into a random stranger that was wandering the convention floor in the nude. And someone that claimed to be using magic. And someone that had just used something to fuck with the fox that had been denying her –\n\nTable. \n\nArt. \n\nConvention. \n\nFace still burning like mad, she rushed over to her table and started setting up. Considering how much stuff she had, she wanted to get [i]that[/i] step done before she did anything else. At the very least, getting her goods and gear set up would make for a really good distraction for what she’d just seen. \n\n#\n\nOne hour and twenty print-sales later, Ulti put up a ‘be back later’ sign and stepped away from her table. She still blushed looking at the banner that she’d hung over the front of the table, the mat looking far more risqué than she’d have ever attempted in conventions past. Sure, it censored everything that mattered, but more than a few clients had stopped, stared, and given her creepy little stares afterward. \n\nIt wasn’t [i]bad[/i], but it was embarrassing. Very embarrassing. \n\n[i]Still…I don’t look bad…[/i]\n\nShe smiled despite herself as she looked at the picture. A lizard girl with dark-blue scales at her hands and feet, middling blues at her soles, face, arms and the top of her tail, and light blue everywhere else was sprawled out with a happy smile. Her fangs showed, but it was more of a teasing smile than anything dangerous. Her signature red bandana and her green wrist braces were the only clothes that the artistic version of her wore (aside from the censor bars) but it was completely modest…\n\nWell, it was suggestive, she supposed. And it still tickled her to know that she was showing off like that and putting that image in peoples’ heads. \n\n[i]Advertising,[/i] she told herself as she turned away, pushing her glasses back up. [i]Just advertising.[/i]\n\nShe walked through the dealer’s den to the café at the back and, sure enough, the dragon was still there. Still naked, too, with one leg crossed over the other, occasionally curling his toes at people as if he was waving at people, and despite sitting profile, she could still see a hint of dick poking out over the edge of the chair. It was impossible not to stare, and worse, what he’d said lingered. \n\n[i]Spell keeps anyone from seeing that unless they wanted to.[/i]\n\nUlti hadn’t been there to see dick. She was sure about that. She wasn’t some kind of perv that was peeping on people – \n\nOkay, no, that wasn’t [i]entirely[/i] accurate. She had put up that tastefully – tastefully, she would hold onto that – nude piece to show off and advertise herself, after all, and she did do…porn. A lot of it, sometimes, but even so – \n\nGod, she was getting lost in her thoughts. Painfully so. But at the same time, she needed to know what the hell was going on, and that meant that she had to go over there and talk to him again. \n\nIt took her a full minute to take the first step. Thankfully, the others followed quickly after that. \n\nThe dragon looked at her over his cup of coffee as she approached the table. He smiled, gesturing at the free seat beside him. Ulti hesitated before forcing herself to take a seat. \n\n“You okay?” the naked dragon asked. \n\n“Just…getting used to what I’m seeing.” She shook her head. “I’m not convinced I’m not hallucinating.”\n\n“You’re not. There’s a few others that have seen through it,” he said, nodding toward the aisle of dealers in the den. “I think there were three that stared and looked away.”\n\n“…”\n\n“I can show you –”\n\n“No! No, no, no need for that,” Ulti said, rubbing her cheeks. “Ugh…my face hurts.”\n\n“Yeah, that happens. Not used to someone showing off like that?”\n\n“No.”\n\n“Heh, well, it’s fun. You should try it.”\n\n“Oh, god…”\n\nShe had to deliberately not think about that; if she did, she was sure that something would catch fire off the blush on her cheeks. No censor bars would protect her reputation from that, and holy fuck that was a sexy thought and – \n\nUlti patted her cheeks rapidly to snap herself out of it. Her tablemate was clearly fighting back a laugh at her discomfort, and she glared at him. That only seemed to make it worse as he sputtered, covering his mouth with one hand. \n\n“What?”\n\n“Sorry, sorry,” the dragon said, shaking his head. “I don’t see people like you too often. You know, wanting it [i]so[/i] bad but trying to find reasons not to do it.”\n\n“I – different topic,” she said, covering her face for a moment to calm down. “You said – you said this is magic?”\n\n“Yep.”\n\n“How? How is that even…”\n\n“Short version? Not a lot of mages out there, and not a lot of reason to flex that power too often. We kinda find that most of us that try and get political about it start to get stupid [i]real[/i] fast, and that tends to lead to getting caught. Sure, you can do a lot with illusion and other bits of magic, but control the world?” He chuckled, swirling his coffee in his cup. “Not likely.”\n\n“…Is that how you got the fox to listen, too?”\n\n“Mmm-hmm.”\n\n“So, you can…” \n\nUlti couldn’t bring herself to say it. Mind control. Illusions. Magic. There were so many things she could think of that someone could do with that, and a lot of them – due to her art work – were pervy as hell. Naked walks, ‘encouraged’ perversion, and – \n\nGod. Damn. She really needed to get a handle on the horny part of her brain. \n\n“I can make people do things, yes. Though it [i]is[/i] a little limited.”\n\n“In what you can make them do?”\n\n“Not that so much, more just the number of them that I can drop into trance at the same time,” the dragon said, shrugging. “I think the best that I’ve managed was about…twenty? Something like that.”\n\nTwenty people just dropping at once. Fuck. She could imagine the blank expressions and the way that they’d just walk off, but – \n\n“But it’s easy to leave triggers and other stuff behind. Hell, I think that I’ve put a few shoe-stores out of business with the barefoot compulsion that I’ve left behind in a few places.”\n\n“…What?”\n\n“Nothing important. Oh, by the way. Names?” He smiled, offering his hand. “I’m Draconicon.”\n\nThere was a split-second where he almost seemed to be waiting for recognition, but when it didn’t come, he still smiled, still had his hand extended. She looked down at it, then back up at him, before taking it and giving it a squeeze. \n\n“I’m Ulti.”\n\n“Well, Ulti, since you’re clearly of a mindset to enjoy what you’re seeing, how do you feel about taking it further than looking?”\n\nBlink. Blink. \n\n“…What?”\n\n“A little too forward?” Draconicon asked, leaning back and chuckling. “Yeah, might have been a little too much.”\n\nHer head was still reeling with the fact that she was sitting down and talking to a mage – a very, very naked mage that had something big that she was only not-seeing because of the table between them – and now he was flirting with her? Or at least – god, thinking was haaaard when all the blood was going somewhere else. \n\nThen he made it worse. Draconicon stood up, and as he did, she had a view that she couldn’t look away from. \n\nWith him standing seven feet tall, dwarfing her at five-foot-eight, that meant that she was essentially staring at him at dick-level. And considering that he was around eight inches long hanging completely flaccid, that was…that was quite a bit of meat to have right in front of her. A little squeak tried to escape her throat, but all that she managed was a faint hint of vibration as it just…hung there. \n\nThe gold cock ring at the base, the foreskin just barely peeled back, the faint hint of sex-smell that hung on it – all of those hit her all at once. She shivered, forcing herself to look down for a moment. He had large, five-toed feet, a pair of rings on his big toes and a gold anklet around one ankle. She looked up, and she couldn’t help but stare at the softer stomach and rounded hips, going all the way up to his face again and staring into his white eyes. \n\nEmpty white, she realized. No pupil there, no iris, just empty white that felt like they were trying to suck her in – \n\n“Care for a demonstration?” Draconicon asked. \n\n“Of…of what, exactly?” \n\n“How magic feels.”\n\n“…”\n\n“I promise, it won’t go further than I think you can handle.”\n\n“I – I mean, I guess –”\n\n“Great. Look at me, then, please.”\n\nIt felt entirely reasonable, but before she knew it, those white eyes were glowing, holding her gaze and keeping her from looking away. It felt like invisible hooks had wrapped around her head, aided by the single clawed finger under her chin keeping her supported. He smiled, but she barely saw it; the white haze of his eyes just fell on her, sucking her attention deeper as he whispered.\n\nThe words were like the buzzing of faint flies or the chirpings of birds too far off to hear clearly. She didn’t know what he was saying; all she felt was the pressure of that stare, and the gentle nudge to fall further, further, further, to let her thoughts splay out like someone tired falling into bed. Just fall, fall, fall into the misty stare that he had, with no need to think, no need to worry, just…\n\nStare…\n\nFall…\n\nRelax…\n\nShe felt everything go limp, then warm, then floaty. She forgot the feeling of weight and motion, the sense of herself and the world around her. The sounds of the den faded, becoming nothing more than a faint hum in the background, and even though Draconicon’s voice was quiet, she could still hear it. Not understand it, not directly, but she could hear it as he whispered…teased…\n\nInstructed. \n\nShe didn’t know how long it went on. All she knew was that she was floating along to his voice and stare until – \n\nClick. \n\nHe’d snapped his fingers. Ulti blinked, shaking her head and pushing her glasses back up – \n\nOnly to realize that things were a bit…breezier than before. The blue lizard blinked once, twice, then slowly looked down – \n\n“OH GOD!”\n\nBefore she could cover her now-naked top, Draconicon grabbed one of her hands with his tail and pushed his coffee cup into the other. It left her unable to cover anything; all she could do was sit there with her tits out, nipples hardening quickly in the cool air – please just be the cool air – and her face burned hotter and hotter as Draconicon chuckled. \n\n“I’d calm down if I were you. I put the same spell on you that I did on me; so long as you don’t start tempting other people to think of you naked, they’re not going to see a damn thing. But if you start covering your breasts or looking like you’re groping yourself…”\n\n“…”\n\n“I’m sure you get the point.”\n\nUlti’s face kept proving that it could, indeed, get redder. The blue-scaled lizard looked left, right, left, looking for any sign that someone could see that she was really naked. Nobody looked at her twice, not even the buck that had come by her table a few minutes ago and ogled her mat. He smiled at her, yeah, but he didn’t keep staring the way that someone else might have done. \n\n“Nobody…nobody can see?” she asked. \n\n“Not unless they really want to see you naked. Or, you know, the other stuff,” Draconicon said. \n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“You know, you do look rather good without the shirt. Or anything else, for that matter.”\n\n“Not. Helping.”\n\n“Heh, helping’s done. I’m just having some fun now.”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nIt was overwhelming. She could feel the padded rubber around the café floor underfoot, and the cushion on the seat under her butt, and the little fibers that were sticking up from it against her sex, and – \n\nAnd there were so many people around her. If this was a real spell, then all they were seeing were her clothes, but the fact that her breasts were just hanging out and the only thing protecting her modesty was the chair and the table – \n\n“Anyway. If you want your clothes back, you’ll have to come to my hotel room to get them,” Draconicon said, pushing himself back to his feet. \n\nShe blinked, her mouth falling open as she stared up at him. \n\n“Are you crazy?” she hissed. \n\n“Not really. Though some people have asked that before.” He chuckled. “Anyway, all you have to do is make it across the hotel and up to see me. So long as you don’t do something stupid, the only people that will see you as you are will be the perverts that want to see you that way. And I’m sure you don’t know too many of [i]those.[/i]” \n\nHer heart slammed against her ribcage as she imagined that many people seeing her. The café was at the back of the dealer’s den, and if this dragon was as much of a dick as he looked, there was no way that he was on the ground floor. That would mean all kinds of traversal through the hotel, and – and – and – \n\nOh. \n\nFuck. \n\nShe was wet. \n\n“You can find me in room 2143,” the dragon said, offering her a shred of paper with the number written on it. “I’ll be there for a while, but don’t take too long; I’ll get bored, eventually.”\n\n“But…but…” She looked up at him again. “I’ve got two hours of dealing to do before –”\n\n“Heh, better get to it, but I’ll meet you at the room after that, then. I’m not going to leave you completely helpless.” The dragon paused, then pulled out a small card – where he hid it, she had no idea. “You can also call me here if you really have to; if something goes bad, I’ll come running.”\n\n“…How…why…”\n\n“Because I like to see people squirm…and because I know you’re loving this.” \n\nAnd then he leaned down and kissed her forehead. Oh, the condescension made her want to slap him. It also made her blush worse than ever as he turned around and walked away. \n\nAs she cursed him out in her head, she imagined what the next few hours would be like. She was going to be naked – NAKED! – behind her table. Sure, nobody would be able to see her pussy beneath it all, but holy shit, they were going to be staring at [i]her[/i]. That would be…oh god…\n\nCasually naked. \n\nCompletely exposed. \n\nNo censoring. \n\nAnd nobody would know. \n\nWhen she finally managed to get up from her seat, a tiny puddle was left behind. She pretended that it hadn’t been. \n\n#\n\nUlti bit her lip as the latest customer loomed over the table. This one was a frog, her face lifted up in a smile as she pointed at a piece of reference art on her phone. She wore a hoodie and a white t-shirt and – \n\nAnd Ulti was doing her best to think about anything but the fact that the frog’s scarf was tickling her nipples as it hung down over her chest. She could feel every little twitch and sway of the stupid thing and it was driving her up the wall. Stifling a giggle, she made more notes about the other woman’s commission. \n\n“And you want your character doing what again?” she asked. \n\n“Oh, I want you to draw someone sitting on my face,” the frog said, smiling. “I wanna see what you can imagine my tongue doing.”\n\n“Uh-huh. And who do you want me to draw…doing that?” \n\n“Oh, could be anyone.”\n\n[i]Could be me.[/i]\n\nShe squeezed her thighs together under the table, wondering why she had to think that. That did not help. Nodding, Ulti kept putting her notes together, never saying more than an ‘uh-huh’ or something else of that sort. All the while, she kept thinking about what would happen if this happy-go-lucky frog actually saw through the illusion that the dragon had put on her. \n\n[i]That tongue would probably feel amazing…[/i]\n\nAgain, not helping. She squirmed her way through taking more notes from the frog woman, making sure that she had all the details and a file of reference images. The customer smiled, shook her hand in thanks, and gave her a few extra bills before moving on. \n\n[i]I’m going to die. I’m just going to die from embarrassment.[/i]\n\n#\n\n“Hey, you open?” \n\nUlti stiffened, trying her best not to say a word as a hand rested on the small of her back while she was bent over the table. She’d been pulling at the other side of the mat and her ass was pushed back and – \n\nThe mental image of her tail up and her holes on display to the entirety of the dealer’s den filled her mind for a split-second and she was sure that she had been discovered. The fact that the hand stayed over the top of her tail rather than going under it was the only comfort. \n\nIt thumped against her. \n\n“Hey, can you hear me?”\n\n“Yes, I can hear you,” she said, standing up and pulling the mat with her and barely resisting the urge to wrap it around herself. “And no, I’m not open.”\n\n“Awww, come on,” the elephant said, reaching into his pocket. “I’ve been wanting to commission you since forever.”\n\n“Heh, then you can wait a little bit longer. I need to take a little break, but I’ll be back later.”\n\n“You sure?”\n\n“Yes, yes, I’m sure. I paid for the table.”\n\n“Okay, okay, fine. I’ll be back later.” He put the wallet away, then looked down at her advertising mat. “Really hot, by the way. I – you know what, I’m not going to complete that sentence, heh.”\n\nHe looked up just a bit. Not far enough to look her in the eyes, but far enough to be looking at her breasts rather than the mat. He stared for a few seconds, smiled, then walked off. \n\n[i]…I can’t tell if he was just staring at my chest or if he was seeing me…[/i]\n\nAnd somehow, that was enough to send a shiver down her spine. Struggling with the hyper-awareness of her own body, the slight stickiness that was building between her thighs, and the feeling of exposure that was just [i]not[/i] going away, she grabbed the rest of her stuff and left the Dealer’s Den at speed. She had to force herself not to run, but she couldn’t stop herself from moving at a fast walk. \n\nThe soft thud, thud, thud of her unrestrained breasts bouncing against her chest didn’t make her feel any safer in herself, but they did add to the excitement. Every time that she passed by other people that might hear the sound of them bouncing, her heart leaped into her throat and her arousal climbed by another few notches. Each time that she walked past without getting questioned or stared down, she fought the urge to whimper with relief. \n\nShe walked down the hall, feeling what felt like every fiber, every [i]strand[/i] in the carpet beneath her feet, the soft caress of the plush flooring against her soles and between her toes. Every time she paused, she felt how wet she was, her thighs squelching and sticking together. \n\nShe had to stop in her tracks as one of the convention rooms opened up and a crowd started spilling out. One of the doors brushed against her chest, forcing her to stumble back, and she had to stand right there with her legs slightly spread. If anyone looked down and saw anything, they’d see her soaked slit, her toes curling against the floor, looking for all the world like some crazed slut on a streaker run – \n\nBut nobody did. They just walked on, and even those that saw her only muttered an apology for taking up space before clearing out. \n\n“…I don’t think I can take much more of this,” Ulti muttered. \n\nPushing on, she eventually reached the elevators. She got in line with all the other con-goers, doing her best to keep her head down and not be that interesting. \n\nDespite all her embarrassment, however, there was something about the whole thing that had finally pushed past all her attempts to be modest or quiet. Being naked, exposed, showing off for this long? It had her…it had her needy, and she had to fight to keep her hands at her sides and not do something stupid like fingering herself. \n\nIt didn’t stop her from thinking about what other people in line might do or say, however. When a wolf bumped up against her from behind, she swore that she could feel the outline of his cock through his pants. She imagined what would happen if he could see her bare ass, or what he’d feel like sliding between her thighs – \n\nDing. \n\nThe elevator opened and she ran for it. She was all but buried by the others that did the same, and she was treated to the feeling of a hand against her hip, an accidental boob grope, and worst of all, a crocodile’s tail sliding between her legs. Ulti barely bit back a whimpering moan as it slid over her pussy, pushing up and pinning her in place. \n\n“Sorry!” the owner of the tail said. “Real fucking cramped here.”\n\n“It’s – mmph – fine!” \n\n“Floor call!” someone shouted from the front.\n\n“3!”\n\n“7!”\n\n“4!” \n\n“10!”\n\n“21!” Ulti shouted. \n\nIt was a long, long, [i]long[/i] ride. Every time that someone got off, everyone else shifted about to try and find a more comfortable place to stand. Every time, Ulti got another accidental grope. One person bumped her ass, shoved back against the rear of the little metal cube with her and accidentally spanked her. Another guy tried to slide around her and copped a feel of her breasts. \n\nWorst of all was when the crocodile got off on floor 18. He stepped forward and somehow managed to drag his tail all along her pussy as he left the little block. Ulti had to clench her jaw so hard to avoid whimpering as the bumpy, textured thing dragged her over the edge to orgasm. Her legs shook as he walked out and she had to lean against the back railing to avoid falling to her knees in the now-empty elevator. \n\n“Holy…holy…”\n\nThe elevator dinged. Floor 21. She stepped out, vacantly following the signs to the dragon’s room. She knocked – \n\n“It’s open.”\n\nStepping inside, she found Draconicon, still naked, tapping away on a laptop. He turned to face her and smiled. His dick twitched as he looked her up and down. The dragon shook his head. \n\n“Looks like you had it a little rough.”\n\n“…”\n\n“You okay?”\n\n“I…don’t know.”\n\n“Heh. You want me to help you for a bit?”\n\n“…Does ‘help me’ mean helping me cum my brains out?”\n\n“If you want.”\n\n“…Please?”\n\n“Heh, alright. Put those things over there, and then get on your knees.”\n\nUlti put all her things on the hotel bed and dropped between the black dragon’s legs. He smiled down at her, resting his head on his hand. \n\n“So, tell me. Feet, oral, anal. Thoughts?”\n\n“…Um…only if they’re [i]really[/i] clean, not…great with it, and not much experience.”\n\n“Heh. We’ll fix that.”\n\nOnce more, he tilted her head up with a clawed finger and looked right in her eyes. Just like before, she felt herself fading in, losing herself in his stare. This time, she was awake just long enough to see him move his leg and – \n\n“Ah…”\n\n“So wet already,” he said, shaking his head with a small smile. “This girl loves to show off, doesn’t she?”\n\n“Mmmph…”\n\n“You’re going to be a happy little nude slut by the time we’re done together.”\n\n“Mmmmm…”\n\n“Heh, don’t worry. I’ll help you figure out what you want. For now…just grind on my foot. See if we can get you off a few times while I help you enjoy things a little more…”\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: A little gift story for Ulti, in which the marvelous blue lizard ends up being in a rather tricky, sexy situation with Draconicon. \n\nTags: M/F, F/solo, Exhibitionism, Forced Exhibitionism, Mind Control, Arousal, Embarrassment, Wet Pussy, Accidental Touches, Embarrassment, Dragon, Lizard, Ultilix, Draconicon, Orgasm, Cum, Impending Extra Fun, \n",
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The Convention of Convergent Kinks For Ultilix By Draconicon
Ulti gritted her teeth as the manager of the dealer’s den repeated the same thing that she’d been hearing for the last twenty minutes: “No, you’re not supposed to be here, and if you are, you’re not supposed to have a table, and if you are, you’re not supposed to be tabled here, and –”
“If you’d just look at my paperwork –”
“No, no,” the fox said, shaking his head as he tapped his tablet. “I got all the information that I need right here, and if there was an artist named ‘Ulti’ that needed a table, I’d know. I have it all memorized.”
“Is it in your head or on the tablet? Which one?” she asked, trying her best to keep her voice level.
“Both.”
“But that’s not –”
“Anyway, I’ve already allocated this table to another artist. If you really have a table in the den, you can put it up elsewhere.”
The blue lizard gritted her teeth together so hard that it hurt. She’d been arguing for her space for the last twenty minutes, pushing the fox again and again to give her the table that she’d reserved months ago and paid for just last month. It was right there, right at the front of the den where anyone that walked through the doors would see her. Even if she didn’t sell something to everyone that came through, everyone would remember seeing her and there’d be a chance for new clients.
She fought the urge to unroll the massive mat that she’d brought under her arm. It had a giant censored nude picture of herself, with wide black bars over her chest and hips, laid out over a lounge chair while she was drawing. It was something that she’d anguished over for weeks before deciding to go for it and now –
Ulti pushed her hair back out of her face, trying to ignore the looks that she was getting from the other vendors that were already set up. God, she must look crazy. Swooping blue hair over increasingly stressed features, glasses fogging up from the blush of frustration rising off her cheeks, red bandana feeling tighter and tighter around her throat as she struggled to keep her irritation in check –
Then the fox stiffened up, standing up straighter. Ulti blinked. What the – why was he looking over her shoulder? She started to turn –
“You’re going to listen to her,” a new voice said.
“I’ll listen to her,” the fox said, his voice vacant…very vacant.
“This table is hers.”
“This table is hers.”
“Now, kindly fuck off.”
“Fucking off…”
And just like that, the fox turned around, walking away with a robotic gait that looked like something right out of a hypnosis cartoon. Ulti lifted a finger, mouth opened as if she’d call the fox back, only to lower her hand and shake her head. Why question getting what she wanted?
At least, why question the fox? She turned around –
And the blush of irritation immediately turned into a raging red of embarrassment. Standing right behind her was a black-scaled dragon that not only loomed over her by over a foot, but he was…he was completely naked. And he was sporting at least a semi, swaying as he put his hand on his hip and looked down at her.
“You okay?”
“…you…you…”
“Oh ho ho, that’s new.” The dragon smiled. “Seeing a little more than you expected?”
Ulti could only nod.
“Well, that says a lot about you. Spell keeps anyone from seeing that unless they wanted to.”
“…Why does that sound familiar?” was the only thing that she could think to say.
“Yoinked it off another mage. Anyway.”
The dragon put a hand on her shoulder, turning her around and pointing her toward her vending table.
“You get yourself set up. I’ll be over at the café; if you’re interested in the wherefores and whyfores, you can find me there after you’re done.”
As the dragon turned around, tail raised just enough to show off his rump as he walked away, all Ulti could do was stare. Her mouth hung open, her eyes wide as they could be, trying to rationalize the fact that she’d just run into a random stranger that was wandering the convention floor in the nude. And someone that claimed to be using magic. And someone that had just used something to fuck with the fox that had been denying her –
Table.
Art.
Convention.
Face still burning like mad, she rushed over to her table and started setting up. Considering how much stuff she had, she wanted to get that step done before she did anything else. At the very least, getting her goods and gear set up would make for a really good distraction for what she’d just seen.
#
One hour and twenty print-sales later, Ulti put up a ‘be back later’ sign and stepped away from her table. She still blushed looking at the banner that she’d hung over the front of the table, the mat looking far more risqué than she’d have ever attempted in conventions past. Sure, it censored everything that mattered, but more than a few clients had stopped, stared, and given her creepy little stares afterward.
It wasn’t bad, but it was embarrassing. Very embarrassing.
Still…I don’t look bad…
She smiled despite herself as she looked at the picture. A lizard girl with dark-blue scales at her hands and feet, middling blues at her soles, face, arms and the top of her tail, and light blue everywhere else was sprawled out with a happy smile. Her fangs showed, but it was more of a teasing smile than anything dangerous. Her signature red bandana and her green wrist braces were the only clothes that the artistic version of her wore (aside from the censor bars) but it was completely modest…
Well, it was suggestive, she supposed. And it still tickled her to know that she was showing off like that and putting that image in peoples’ heads.
Advertising, she told herself as she turned away, pushing her glasses back up. Just advertising.
She walked through the dealer’s den to the café at the back and, sure enough, the dragon was still there. Still naked, too, with one leg crossed over the other, occasionally curling his toes at people as if he was waving at people, and despite sitting profile, she could still see a hint of dick poking out over the edge of the chair. It was impossible not to stare, and worse, what he’d said lingered.
Spell keeps anyone from seeing that unless they wanted to.
Ulti hadn’t been there to see dick. She was sure about that. She wasn’t some kind of perv that was peeping on people –
Okay, no, that wasn’t entirely accurate. She had put up that tastefully – tastefully, she would hold onto that – nude piece to show off and advertise herself, after all, and she did do…porn. A lot of it, sometimes, but even so –
God, she was getting lost in her thoughts. Painfully so. But at the same time, she needed to know what the hell was going on, and that meant that she had to go over there and talk to him again.
It took her a full minute to take the first step. Thankfully, the others followed quickly after that.
The dragon looked at her over his cup of coffee as she approached the table. He smiled, gesturing at the free seat beside him. Ulti hesitated before forcing herself to take a seat.
“You okay?” the naked dragon asked.
“Just…getting used to what I’m seeing.” She shook her head. “I’m not convinced I’m not hallucinating.”
“You’re not. There’s a few others that have seen through it,” he said, nodding toward the aisle of dealers in the den. “I think there were three that stared and looked away.”
“…”
“I can show you –”
“No! No, no, no need for that,” Ulti said, rubbing her cheeks. “Ugh…my face hurts.”
“Yeah, that happens. Not used to someone showing off like that?”
“No.”
“Heh, well, it’s fun. You should try it.”
“Oh, god…”
She had to deliberately not think about that; if she did, she was sure that something would catch fire off the blush on her cheeks. No censor bars would protect her reputation from that, and holy fuck that was a sexy thought and –
Ulti patted her cheeks rapidly to snap herself out of it. Her tablemate was clearly fighting back a laugh at her discomfort, and she glared at him. That only seemed to make it worse as he sputtered, covering his mouth with one hand.
“What?”
“Sorry, sorry,” the dragon said, shaking his head. “I don’t see people like you too often. You know, wanting it so bad but trying to find reasons not to do it.”
“I – different topic,” she said, covering her face for a moment to calm down. “You said – you said this is magic?”
“Yep.”
“How? How is that even…”
“Short version? Not a lot of mages out there, and not a lot of reason to flex that power too often. We kinda find that most of us that try and get political about it start to get stupid real fast, and that tends to lead to getting caught. Sure, you can do a lot with illusion and other bits of magic, but control the world?” He chuckled, swirling his coffee in his cup. “Not likely.”
“…Is that how you got the fox to listen, too?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“So, you can…”
Ulti couldn’t bring herself to say it. Mind control. Illusions. Magic. There were so many things she could think of that someone could do with that, and a lot of them – due to her art work – were pervy as hell. Naked walks, ‘encouraged’ perversion, and –
God. Damn. She really needed to get a handle on the horny part of her brain.
“I can make people do things, yes. Though it is a little limited.”
“In what you can make them do?”
“Not that so much, more just the number of them that I can drop into trance at the same time,” the dragon said, shrugging. “I think the best that I’ve managed was about…twenty? Something like that.”
Twenty people just dropping at once. Fuck. She could imagine the blank expressions and the way that they’d just walk off, but –
“But it’s easy to leave triggers and other stuff behind. Hell, I think that I’ve put a few shoe-stores out of business with the barefoot compulsion that I’ve left behind in a few places.”
“…What?”
“Nothing important. Oh, by the way. Names?” He smiled, offering his hand. “I’m Draconicon.”
There was a split-second where he almost seemed to be waiting for recognition, but when it didn’t come, he still smiled, still had his hand extended. She looked down at it, then back up at him, before taking it and giving it a squeeze.
“I’m Ulti.”
“Well, Ulti, since you’re clearly of a mindset to enjoy what you’re seeing, how do you feel about taking it further than looking?”
Blink. Blink.
“…What?”
“A little too forward?” Draconicon asked, leaning back and chuckling. “Yeah, might have been a little too much.”
Her head was still reeling with the fact that she was sitting down and talking to a mage – a very, very naked mage that had something big that she was only not-seeing because of the table between them – and now he was flirting with her? Or at least – god, thinking was haaaard when all the blood was going somewhere else.
Then he made it worse. Draconicon stood up, and as he did, she had a view that she couldn’t look away from.
With him standing seven feet tall, dwarfing her at five-foot-eight, that meant that she was essentially staring at him at dick-level. And considering that he was around eight inches long hanging completely flaccid, that was…that was quite a bit of meat to have right in front of her. A little squeak tried to escape her throat, but all that she managed was a faint hint of vibration as it just…hung there.
The gold cock ring at the base, the foreskin just barely peeled back, the faint hint of sex-smell that hung on it – all of those hit her all at once. She shivered, forcing herself to look down for a moment. He had large, five-toed feet, a pair of rings on his big toes and a gold anklet around one ankle. She looked up, and she couldn’t help but stare at the softer stomach and rounded hips, going all the way up to his face again and staring into his white eyes.
Empty white, she realized. No pupil there, no iris, just empty white that felt like they were trying to suck her in –
“Care for a demonstration?” Draconicon asked.
“Of…of what, exactly?”
“How magic feels.”
“…”
“I promise, it won’t go further than I think you can handle.”
“I – I mean, I guess –”
“Great. Look at me, then, please.”
It felt entirely reasonable, but before she knew it, those white eyes were glowing, holding her gaze and keeping her from looking away. It felt like invisible hooks had wrapped around her head, aided by the single clawed finger under her chin keeping her supported. He smiled, but she barely saw it; the white haze of his eyes just fell on her, sucking her attention deeper as he whispered.
The words were like the buzzing of faint flies or the chirpings of birds too far off to hear clearly. She didn’t know what he was saying; all she felt was the pressure of that stare, and the gentle nudge to fall further, further, further, to let her thoughts splay out like someone tired falling into bed. Just fall, fall, fall into the misty stare that he had, with no need to think, no need to worry, just…
Stare…
Fall…
Relax…
She felt everything go limp, then warm, then floaty. She forgot the feeling of weight and motion, the sense of herself and the world around her. The sounds of the den faded, becoming nothing more than a faint hum in the background, and even though Draconicon’s voice was quiet, she could still hear it. Not understand it, not directly, but she could hear it as he whispered…teased…
Instructed.
She didn’t know how long it went on. All she knew was that she was floating along to his voice and stare until –
Click.
He’d snapped his fingers. Ulti blinked, shaking her head and pushing her glasses back up –
Only to realize that things were a bit…breezier than before. The blue lizard blinked once, twice, then slowly looked down –
“OH GOD!”
Before she could cover her now-naked top, Draconicon grabbed one of her hands with his tail and pushed his coffee cup into the other. It left her unable to cover anything; all she could do was sit there with her tits out, nipples hardening quickly in the cool air – please just be the cool air – and her face burned hotter and hotter as Draconicon chuckled.
“I’d calm down if I were you. I put the same spell on you that I did on me; so long as you don’t start tempting other people to think of you naked, they’re not going to see a damn thing. But if you start covering your breasts or looking like you’re groping yourself…”
“…”
“I’m sure you get the point.”
Ulti’s face kept proving that it could, indeed, get redder. The blue-scaled lizard looked left, right, left, looking for any sign that someone could see that she was really naked. Nobody looked at her twice, not even the buck that had come by her table a few minutes ago and ogled her mat. He smiled at her, yeah, but he didn’t keep staring the way that someone else might have done.
“Nobody…nobody can see?” she asked.
“Not unless they really want to see you naked. Or, you know, the other stuff,” Draconicon said.
“Mmmph…”
“You know, you do look rather good without the shirt. Or anything else, for that matter.”
“Not. Helping.”
“Heh, helping’s done. I’m just having some fun now.”
“Mmmph…”
It was overwhelming. She could feel the padded rubber around the café floor underfoot, and the cushion on the seat under her butt, and the little fibers that were sticking up from it against her sex, and –
And there were so many people around her. If this was a real spell, then all they were seeing were her clothes, but the fact that her breasts were just hanging out and the only thing protecting her modesty was the chair and the table –
“Anyway. If you want your clothes back, you’ll have to come to my hotel room to get them,” Draconicon said, pushing himself back to his feet.
She blinked, her mouth falling open as she stared up at him.
“Are you crazy?” she hissed.
“Not really. Though some people have asked that before.” He chuckled. “Anyway, all you have to do is make it across the hotel and up to see me. So long as you don’t do something stupid, the only people that will see you as you are will be the perverts that want to see you that way. And I’m sure you don’t know too many of those.”
Her heart slammed against her ribcage as she imagined that many people seeing her. The café was at the back of the dealer’s den, and if this dragon was as much of a dick as he looked, there was no way that he was on the ground floor. That would mean all kinds of traversal through the hotel, and – and – and –
Oh.
Fuck.
She was wet.
“You can find me in room 2143,” the dragon said, offering her a shred of paper with the number written on it. “I’ll be there for a while, but don’t take too long; I’ll get bored, eventually.”
“But…but…” She looked up at him again. “I’ve got two hours of dealing to do before –”
“Heh, better get to it, but I’ll meet you at the room after that, then. I’m not going to leave you completely helpless.” The dragon paused, then pulled out a small card – where he hid it, she had no idea. “You can also call me here if you really have to; if something goes bad, I’ll come running.”
“…How…why…”
“Because I like to see people squirm…and because I know you’re loving this.”
And then he leaned down and kissed her forehead. Oh, the condescension made her want to slap him. It also made her blush worse than ever as he turned around and walked away.
As she cursed him out in her head, she imagined what the next few hours would be like. She was going to be naked – NAKED! – behind her table. Sure, nobody would be able to see her pussy beneath it all, but holy shit, they were going to be staring at her. That would be…oh god…
Casually naked.
Completely exposed.
No censoring.
And nobody would know.
When she finally managed to get up from her seat, a tiny puddle was left behind. She pretended that it hadn’t been.
#
Ulti bit her lip as the latest customer loomed over the table. This one was a frog, her face lifted up in a smile as she pointed at a piece of reference art on her phone. She wore a hoodie and a white t-shirt and –
And Ulti was doing her best to think about anything but the fact that the frog’s scarf was tickling her nipples as it hung down over her chest. She could feel every little twitch and sway of the stupid thing and it was driving her up the wall. Stifling a giggle, she made more notes about the other woman’s commission.
“And you want your character doing what again?” she asked.
“Oh, I want you to draw someone sitting on my face,” the frog said, smiling. “I wanna see what you can imagine my tongue doing.”
“Uh-huh. And who do you want me to draw…doing that?”
“Oh, could be anyone.”
Could be me.
She squeezed her thighs together under the table, wondering why she had to think that. That did not help. Nodding, Ulti kept putting her notes together, never saying more than an ‘uh-huh’ or something else of that sort. All the while, she kept thinking about what would happen if this happy-go-lucky frog actually saw through the illusion that the dragon had put on her.
That tongue would probably feel amazing…
Again, not helping. She squirmed her way through taking more notes from the frog woman, making sure that she had all the details and a file of reference images. The customer smiled, shook her hand in thanks, and gave her a few extra bills before moving on.
I’m going to die. I’m just going to die from embarrassment.
#
“Hey, you open?”
Ulti stiffened, trying her best not to say a word as a hand rested on the small of her back while she was bent over the table. She’d been pulling at the other side of the mat and her ass was pushed back and –
The mental image of her tail up and her holes on display to the entirety of the dealer’s den filled her mind for a split-second and she was sure that she had been discovered. The fact that the hand stayed over the top of her tail rather than going under it was the only comfort.
It thumped against her.
“Hey, can you hear me?”
“Yes, I can hear you,” she said, standing up and pulling the mat with her and barely resisting the urge to wrap it around herself. “And no, I’m not open.”
“Awww, come on,” the elephant said, reaching into his pocket. “I’ve been wanting to commission you since forever.”
“Heh, then you can wait a little bit longer. I need to take a little break, but I’ll be back later.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, yes, I’m sure. I paid for the table.”
“Okay, okay, fine. I’ll be back later.” He put the wallet away, then looked down at her advertising mat. “Really hot, by the way. I – you know what, I’m not going to complete that sentence, heh.”
He looked up just a bit. Not far enough to look her in the eyes, but far enough to be looking at her breasts rather than the mat. He stared for a few seconds, smiled, then walked off.
…I can’t tell if he was just staring at my chest or if he was seeing me…
And somehow, that was enough to send a shiver down her spine. Struggling with the hyper-awareness of her own body, the slight stickiness that was building between her thighs, and the feeling of exposure that was just not going away, she grabbed the rest of her stuff and left the Dealer’s Den at speed. She had to force herself not to run, but she couldn’t stop herself from moving at a fast walk.
The soft thud, thud, thud of her unrestrained breasts bouncing against her chest didn’t make her feel any safer in herself, but they did add to the excitement. Every time that she passed by other people that might hear the sound of them bouncing, her heart leaped into her throat and her arousal climbed by another few notches. Each time that she walked past without getting questioned or stared down, she fought the urge to whimper with relief.
She walked down the hall, feeling what felt like every fiber, every strand in the carpet beneath her feet, the soft caress of the plush flooring against her soles and between her toes. Every time she paused, she felt how wet she was, her thighs squelching and sticking together.
She had to stop in her tracks as one of the convention rooms opened up and a crowd started spilling out. One of the doors brushed against her chest, forcing her to stumble back, and she had to stand right there with her legs slightly spread. If anyone looked down and saw anything, they’d see her soaked slit, her toes curling against the floor, looking for all the world like some crazed slut on a streaker run –
But nobody did. They just walked on, and even those that saw her only muttered an apology for taking up space before clearing out.
“…I don’t think I can take much more of this,” Ulti muttered.
Pushing on, she eventually reached the elevators. She got in line with all the other con-goers, doing her best to keep her head down and not be that interesting.
Despite all her embarrassment, however, there was something about the whole thing that had finally pushed past all her attempts to be modest or quiet. Being naked, exposed, showing off for this long? It had her…it had her needy, and she had to fight to keep her hands at her sides and not do something stupid like fingering herself.
It didn’t stop her from thinking about what other people in line might do or say, however. When a wolf bumped up against her from behind, she swore that she could feel the outline of his cock through his pants. She imagined what would happen if he could see her bare ass, or what he’d feel like sliding between her thighs –
Ding.
The elevator opened and she ran for it. She was all but buried by the others that did the same, and she was treated to the feeling of a hand against her hip, an accidental boob grope, and worst of all, a crocodile’s tail sliding between her legs. Ulti barely bit back a whimpering moan as it slid over her pussy, pushing up and pinning her in place.
“Sorry!” the owner of the tail said. “Real fucking cramped here.”
“It’s – mmph – fine!”
“Floor call!” someone shouted from the front.
“3!”
“7!”
“4!”
“10!”
“21!” Ulti shouted.
It was a long, long, long ride. Every time that someone got off, everyone else shifted about to try and find a more comfortable place to stand. Every time, Ulti got another accidental grope. One person bumped her ass, shoved back against the rear of the little metal cube with her and accidentally spanked her. Another guy tried to slide around her and copped a feel of her breasts.
Worst of all was when the crocodile got off on floor 18. He stepped forward and somehow managed to drag his tail all along her pussy as he left the little block. Ulti had to clench her jaw so hard to avoid whimpering as the bumpy, textured thing dragged her over the edge to orgasm. Her legs shook as he walked out and she had to lean against the back railing to avoid falling to her knees in the now-empty elevator.
“Holy…holy…”
The elevator dinged. Floor 21. She stepped out, vacantly following the signs to the dragon’s room. She knocked –
“It’s open.”
Stepping inside, she found Draconicon, still naked, tapping away on a laptop. He turned to face her and smiled. His dick twitched as he looked her up and down. The dragon shook his head.
“Looks like you had it a little rough.”
“…”
“You okay?”
“I…don’t know.”
“Heh. You want me to help you for a bit?”
“…Does ‘help me’ mean helping me cum my brains out?”
“If you want.”
“…Please?”
“Heh, alright. Put those things over there, and then get on your knees.”
Ulti put all her things on the hotel bed and dropped between the black dragon’s legs. He smiled down at her, resting his head on his hand.
“So, tell me. Feet, oral, anal. Thoughts?”
“…Um…only if they’re really clean, not…great with it, and not much experience.”
“Heh. We’ll fix that.”
Once more, he tilted her head up with a clawed finger and looked right in her eyes. Just like before, she felt herself fading in, losing herself in his stare. This time, she was awake just long enough to see him move his leg and –
“Ah…”
“So wet already,” he said, shaking his head with a small smile. “This girl loves to show off, doesn’t she?”
“Mmmph…”
“You’re going to be a happy little nude slut by the time we’re done together.”
“Mmmmm…”
“Heh, don’t worry. I’ll help you figure out what you want. For now…just grind on my foot. See if we can get you off a few times while I help you enjoy things a little more…”
The End
Summary: A little gift story for Ulti, in which the marvelous blue lizard ends up being in a rather tricky, sexy situation with Draconicon.