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"writing": "[b][u][center]A Pride Under A Bridge\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nIt was the end of the semester, and if there was anyone that needed a break as badly as his students, it was the headmaster himself. Draconicon tucked his hands into his coat pockets as he walked off the campus grounds, nodding absently at the gargoyles coming to life for the night watch before turning left. The sidewalks sprawled out ahead of him and he followed a well-remembered path, his legs moving on autopilot as his mind went blissfully blank. Not for long, but a few seconds of not thinking about lesson plans, troublesome students, idiot teachers, and problematic TAs were worth more than a shot of the most expensive liquor in the world. \n\nAnd a few seconds it had to be, considering that he was soon in the wash of other people leaving work and either heading to the train station down the other way, or to a taxi, or to their own cars, or just wandering to some other place to burn off the stress of the day. The black dragon paused in the middle of the crowd, shorter people moving past him or around him, and sighed. \n\n[i]Right. Gotta pay attention.[/i]\n\nHe kept his hands on his pockets, weaving a few small wards around his person. They were fairly standard, the same basic security spells that everyone else used when they were in a big crowd. A couple of tightening-traps around his pants pockets to seize any pickpocket stupid enough to try, as well as a basic intimidation spell around his person to make people think twice about getting too close, and a few others should suffice. As his fingers pulled and directed the magic within to where he needed it to be, a small bubble of space took shape around him. He smirked, pressing on. \n\nSince he didn’t have any turns to make anytime soon, Draconicon kept to the middle of the sidewalk. The bubble of intimidation magic around him kept everyone else from getting close enough to bump him, and he let his mind drift again. Long as he kept walking straight, he’d get there eventually. \n\nHe tilted his head back as he thought about what he’d do with the next couple of weeks. Eventually he’d have to go back to his Academy and start planning for the next semester. The budget would need seeing to, as well, and there was always the chance that one professor or another would hold out for a raise to make him sweat before agreeing to come back for some favor or other. That always happened, and probably always would. \n\nBut for the next week – the next seven days – he was going to take some time off, and – \n\nOh. Right. \n\nHe paused, stepping out of the flow of pedestrians as he pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket. Tucking himself into a nook near a bookshop door, he dialed home and pressed his phone to his ear. \n\n“Hey. Hey, Yana? Yes. Yes, it’s me,” he said, plugging his other earhole with a finger. “I’ll be away for the next week, so you and the other projects are going to have to take care of yourselves for a while.”\n\n“[i]…First of all, projects? That’s a little –[/i]”\n\n“You’re barely able to hold a solid form once someone starts discussing sex and sexual fantasies, and the last time you moved out I found you bent over and mooing in an alley with a cow-bell around your neck and a leash tying you to a ‘livestock for sale’ sign.”\n\n“[i]…Okay, that – you didn’t have to bring that up.[/i]”\n\n“You’re blushing, aren’t you?”\n\n“[i]You can’t prove whether I am or not.[/i]”\n\n“I can check the cameras.”\n\n“[i]…Okay, fine, I am.[/i]”\n\n“And the udder?”\n\n“[i]…Half-formed.[/i]”\n\n“Uh-huh.” Draconicon chuckled. “Anyway, like I said. You and the others, take care of yourselves for the week. There’s a stash of money in the coffee table – just pull the glass up, there’s a fake compartment under it – and try not to break anything.”\n\n“[i]Oooookay. What are you going to be doing for a week?[/i]”\n\n“Nothing I can admit on an open line.”\n\n“[i]Oooookay. Well, um…thanks for the warning –[/i]”\n\n“No problem. And Yana?”\n\n“[i]Yes?[/i]”\n\n“Moo for me.”\n\n“[i]I – you – mmmph…M-mooooo.[/i]”\n\n“Good girl.”\n\nHanging up, Draconicon tucked his phone back into his pocket and shook his head with amusement. Yana, as well as the other four or five students that were using his penthouse as a place to crash while they sorted out the magical conditions afflicting them, were ‘projects’ and people at the same time. He wouldn’t use that word for all of them, but he knew that it turned the goo-dragoness on, and so he kept using it to tease her. \n\nBut they’d be alright. He supposed he could have gone back and given them the announcement personally, but that would have meant having one more night there before heading off for his own pleasures, and considering his tight schedule…well, personal desire won out. \n\nSpeaking of which. \n\nHe rejoined the crowd and followed the sidewalks again. He had a long-ish walk ahead. Getting out of the university district was only the first part. After that, he’d have a walk down past the port, then along the warehouse row, and then – \n\nWell, he’d get there eventually. There was a place under a bridge waiting for him…\n\n#\n\n[i]Two hours later…[/i]\n\nDraconicon groaned, leaning down and stretching the backs of his legs as he finally found it. The big mechanical bridge – more like a giant conveyor belt than anything else, considering it was a bridge for cargo to a more elevated part of the city – ran from the warehouses over a large, slum-like stretch of the city to the factories higher up. Under it, however…\n\nThe black dragon rested his hand on a brick wall. It was part of one of the struts that supported the conveyor belt, mostly featureless save for the occasional light that kept the place bright and kept loiterers to a minimum. It had a ladder on one side for maintenance workers to climb up and deal with the bridge itself, but other than that, it was nothing more than a brick wall surrounding an ugly concrete pylon. \n\nOr so most people thought. \n\nDraconicon hummed as he walked around it, tapping his claws against the bricks and feeling for the differences between them. Most of them were real, but there was a small group at some point where they weren’t. Not there, nor there, but – \n\nHe smiled as his claw slipped past the surface of the brick. It was barely more than a millimeter of a difference, but that, combined with the faint tingle of a spell on the wall itself, was enough to tell him that he’d found what he was looking for. He closed his eyes, focused his magic once more, and opened them again. \n\nWhere the brick had been now stood a door of deep gray stone, something that looked more like what one would have found in a tribal village set against a mountain. He rested his hand against it, tracing the familiar sigils. A circle, first, then a few dots, then a sun-like mane around the outside. \n\nThe rock clicked, then rolled to the side. As expected of him, he stepped inside with haste, and the rock slid back into place behind him. \n\nNo half-measures for security here. As soon as the door clicked into place, a pair of mirrored glass walls lit up on either side. It had surprised him the first time, but now? It was just one more way to enjoy the process. \n\n“Strip,” a voice said on the other side. \n\n“Getting a show before you get my money?” Draconicon asked. \n\n“You know you love it, scale-man.”\n\n“Heh. You know me.”\n\nChuckling as he pulled his golden coat off, the dragon folded it up and laid it off to the side. His red jacket came off next, as well as his pants, leaving him in just a dark buttoned-up shirt and a pair of briefs. He turned in place, letting those behind the mirrored glass get a good view of him – both for his bulge and his ass as well as for security – before taking off his shirt. He let it all sit in the corner, his arms behind his head afterward. \n\nThe reflection was a fun one. He liked to see himself like this, to look at the endless back and forth reflections of a dragon doing well for himself. Oh, he was a little soft in the middle from the long life behind a desk and penning different magical theorums, but it was only a bit of softness, not a heavy roundness. He had a hefty bulge in his briefs, one that pushed it forward a little with balls that hung down enough to strain the fabric and show off the darkness beneath, and his ass…\n\nWell, considering the soft life he had, he supposed it wasn’t entirely surprising that it was kind of ‘eating’ his underwear, pulling the white briefs further between the cheeks and showing off the jiggly globes a little. He turned in place one more time, letting security get a good look at him. \n\n“Heh, looks like you could be here for anything, scale-man,” his observer said. “You here for the lions or the yeens?”\n\n“Haven’t decided yet,” Draconicon said, turning on his heel and keeping up the slow rotation. “But I think I’ll be getting a room down here, too.”\n\n“Hehehehe, for how long?”\n\n“Mmm, six nights.”\n\n“Rich man. Got the shimmers on you?”\n\n“Mm-hmm.”\n\n“Pass it through.”\n\n“Let me out first; I know how this works.”\n\n“Damn, you reg?”\n\n“Very, very regular,” Draconicon said, bringing his hands back down to his sides. “So, are we good?”\n\n“Good, good.”\n\nHe nodded, pulling his pants back on but not bothering to put his shirt, jacket, or coat on again. Instead, he passed them through as the black wall in front of him opened up. A hyena in nothing but a loincloth offered to take them and he let them do it. It’d be ready for him again when he was ready to leave. \n\nAs he stepped into the club itself, an artificially hot wind blew past him. It carried with it the dry, heavy heat of a desert, one that had been baked by the sun for weeks, months, years. There were various scents on it, from scrub and sage to the smoke of old fires, but there was something else to it, too, something that he breathed in with a smile. \n\nMusk. \n\nSweat. \n\nSex. \n\nIt was a primal thing, and he could already feel it rushing right to his groin. He groped himself through his pants, shaking his head. \n\n“Home away from home,” Draconicon said, and took another step forward. \n\nThe black hallway faded away, becoming a gray-walled chamber that stretched out in irregular fashion. Here and there, right angles remained that reminded everyone that this place was chunked out of a concrete pillar, but there had been work done to make it more organic, more like the underground caverns of a natural ‘den.’ The walls were stone-gray, lit by braziers that were spilling more of the desert smells, each one tended by at least one hyena, gray-furred and spotted and thick in the hips and shoulders. Each one was stocky, even the females, a little bit on the short side but packed with muscle. \n\nThe walls, however, were only there for decoration and make this place feel like something a little different. It was the acts that kept pulling him back. \n\nAs Draconicon stepped into the main room, ignoring the leather-topped ‘bar’ by the entrance, he looked at the long catwalks of stone, each one bordered with fire to make them look like something out of the old times. Thick-hipped, big-breasted hyena women stomped along the stage, their dark-padded feet carrying them toward the circular ends of their catwalks, and they swayed as they went. Some were still dressed in the skimpiest of loincloths, but most of them were already naked, either bearing a black-lipped pussy or a hyena ‘cock’ that replaced their clits and hung low. \n\nAnd all of them looked like they had stepped out of a particular piece of fiction, and he smirked to himself as he watched them. \n\n[i]Hello, Shenzi…and hello, fem-Banzai and fem-Ed.[/i]\n\nThey weren’t the only acts, of course. He cast his eyes toward the other half of the catwalks, watching as a golden-furred, red-maned lion minced his way down the stage. For all his muscles in canon, [i]this[/i] Simba was little more than a femboy, his hips wide and curvy, and as he turned on stage, showing off his panty-clad rump, his dick barely made a bulge. He leaned forward, smacking his ass, and swayed it for those that had come to see him. \n\n“You again.”\n\nThe familiar voice of the Lust Land’s owner caught his ear. Draconicon chuckled, slowly turning in place to the bar. Standing behind it, as expected, was a red-furred, black-maned lion with a scar down one eye. He didn’t have the same sort of ultra-slender build that his canonical self did, but oh, the faint addition of muscle, the way that this scar would have been taller than most people at six-foot-three, and the way that he held himself, looking wiry instead of twink-y? Oh, he was certainly an alluring version. \n\n“Why do you keep coming back here?” Scar asked. \n\n“I’d think that you’d welcome the business. And the fact that I know how to keep my mouth shut.”\n\n“Mmmm, the money is appreciated, but you know the risk we take,” the proprietor said, leaning forward against the bar. “Our kind isn’t…legal, after all.”\n\n“Yes, yes, I know, that’s why I make sure that I’m not followed when I come here.” Draconicon glanced back at the acts. “Though I think you could probably sell a roleplay club pretty well with this cast.”\n\n“Perhaps, but I don’t trust luck that much.”\n\n“Heh. How many times have you put on an ‘incest’ act with the Simbas and Mufasas that you have?” \n\n“More often with Nala; even here, there’s more of a hetero preference. But…occasionally.”\n\nDraconicon nodded, leaning back against the bar as he watched the show. \n\nThe Lust Lands, after all, was a club that technically shouldn’t exist. One of the laws governing the use of magic in Docetri was that all FIs, or ‘Fictional Individual’ summons, were supposed to be sent back to their ‘canon’ as soon as their summoning was done. The only long-term summons that were legally permitted were labor summons or personal bodyguard summons, and those were strictly limited to a certain number of months before the FI in question had to be sent back to the canon from which they’d been drawn. \n\nHowever, as always happened with magic, there were always those that went against the rules. Sometimes, someone would summon a crush that they wanted to hang out with, or even fuck. Sometimes, that didn’t go the way that the summoner expected. Other times, there were slaves that were summoned that managed to get away from their summoner. And still other times, there were those that overwhelmed their summoner and got away to become a bit of a problem. \n\n[i]And because they’re summoned into a body made of magic, it means that as soon as they learn our magic, they become a powerhouse. A very, very dangerous powerhouse for those that don’t know how to handle themselves…[/i]\n\nIf anyone ever found the Lust Lands, Draconicon had no doubt that the Rainbow Guard would be called, the employees rounded up, and every single one of them dismissed and deported back to the canon that they came from. Wouldn’t matter that they had all made a decent life for themselves in Docetri; they’d still be sent back ‘home.’\n\nHe could understand both sides of the argument, but Draconicon still came down on the side of letting them stay until they did something wrong. That was why he frequented them when he could. \n\nThat, and – \n\n“All hail the conquered king!”\n\nDraconicon’s lips turned up as the flames on one of the stages went out. The other acts slowed or stopped, and all eyes turned to the middle catwalk. He leaned back against the bar, watching intently. \n\nAt first, there was nothing. Then, a shimmer of green flickered across the back of the stage. Another followed, then another, turning into a glow under a pair of sinister-looking eyes. Another source followed after, glowing eyes facing toward the crowd, looking more lidded, more relaxed. \n\nFinally, the flames resumed, and another Scar and a Mufasa on all fours came into view. The former wore nothing but a harness across his chest, a leather x that framed his slender frame perfectly, and his cock was pushed forward by a silver cock ring that enhanced his long shaft. Draconicon smiled, fondling himself as he watched the other villainous lion step forward, leash in hand, and grab hold of the drooling, moaning, ‘controlled’ slut that he had in front of him. \n\n“I will never get tired of that,” Draconicon muttered. \n\n“That version of me keeps trying to take over. Thankfully, he’s a hedonistic idiot.”\n\n“Heh, the kind that temporarily won in the movie?”\n\n“If he had been in the movie, he would have never stopped his orgies with the hyenas long enough to take over.”\n\n“Fair.”\n\nThe show continued. Scar led his brother down the stage, controlling him with leash and whatever mind control was going on. The taller, broader, and far more muscular lion drooled as he was led along, his mouth hanging open and his cock throbbing against his belly. \n\nIt wasn’t until they reached the end of the catwalk, when they stood at the stage, that Scar took it further. He stepped on his brother’s head, shoving him into the stage, before mounting him right then and there. Draconicon imagined the squelching sound of that long barbed shaft sliding into the beefy rump on display, shaking his head as his cock throbbed so hard that it felt like it’d rip through his pants any second. \n\n“You enjoy this too much,” the proprietor-Scar said, shaking his head in clear amusement. “You would bankrupt yourself here, if you had the time.”\n\n“And you’d complain?”\n\n“Only at the loss of a client that has such funds.”\n\n“Somehow, I doubt that. Anyway, I’m going to want a room for the next six nights –”\n\n“Easily done.”\n\n“And meals.”\n\n“Mmmm, less easily done, with a dragon’s appetite.”\n\n“Don’t worry about that, I’ll pay. And for the first companion –”\n\n“I’m unavailable,” Scar said, shaking his head. “Though I should have an opening tomorrow; your ass looks quite fine with my cock opening it up.”\n\n“Heh, tempting.”\n\nHe shook his head. There went the immediate plan, he supposed; Scar was always a good opening act, and while there were four or five of them in the club – depending on the day – the owner was always the best of them. Just a little stronger than the others, able to turn off the megalomania when needed, and – honestly – the best hung of the bunch. But if he couldn’t have him today, there were other options. \n\n“Guess I’ll take a look around and see who looks fun.”\n\n“Yes, I’m sure you’ll be [i]absolutely[/i] spoiled for choice.”\n\n“Here’s the money for the room,” Draconicon said, passing a few hundred shimmers over. “And I’ll be back for the key when I pick someone.”\n\n“Hmmph.”\n\nWith that cleared up, Draconicon walked through the crowd. He doubted that many people paying for a dance or a show knew that they were interacting with FI summons. Most of them probably thought that it was an elaborate show, playing off the lust that people had for the characters. If they knew what they were really dealing with…well, they’d probably be willing to pay even more, or they’d hold it over the workers’ heads and demand free stuff to avoid blackmail. \n\nIt was a hard life. He understood why they kept quiet. \n\nThe dragon walked by the stages, watching as males and females put on a show. Here, Nala strolled down the stage, the lioness showing off her muscles as she took one powerful step after another. Her body was trim, powerful, with smaller curves but no less femininity to it as she moved like a sexual warrior. \n\nThe next stage had Sarabi, the queen mother. She showed her age, wearing glasses as she walked down the catwalk, but her breasts were full and her hips wide. More than Nala, she looked like a mother and a matriarch, and she reveled in it, groping herself and dropping into a squat at the end of the stage and spreading her legs. \n\nHe enjoyed the view, but walked on. Simba, Mufasa, Scar – they’d been seen already, and he could have them later. Any of the non-hetero men and most of the non-gay women were already staring at them anyway; he didn’t want to get into a bidding war for their attention, not now. \n\nEventually, he stopped at one of the hyena stages, leaning against the ledge. Another Shenzi was already coming out, one that was a little bit older – not grandmotherly, but definitely older, more experienced – and completely naked. She wore bone jewelry around her ankles, had a pair of nipple piercings, and she embodied everything that a hyena matriarch needed to be in his mind. \n\nHe grinned as she walked down the stage, not swaying but stalking. Every step was the move of a woman that knew what she wanted, her teeth bared, her hair hanging wet across her face and the side of her neck. She grabbed the stripper pole as soon as she arrived and [i]smacked[/i] her ass, hard, interrupting the music with a loud crack. \n\n“Heh, I know what you all want. You ain’t here for the big lion dick. You ain’t here to be warriors or fuck a prim and proper lion. Nah. You’re here for the yeens, aren’t you? Here for the big, bouncy hyena ass…You’re here for the real shit, ain’t ya?”\n\nDraconicon nodded. She must have come from one of those fanfics where Shenzi was a powerful femdom or something like that. Someone that took pride in being dirty, naughtier, and raunchier than the lions. He was good with that. \n\nShe looked around the other customers gathered ‘round her stage, then looked at him. Draconicon raised a hand and waved, and she smirked. \n\n“Oh, you…”\n\nHe must have had some fun with her in the past. It was hard to remember for sure, but – \n\nHis cheeks went slightly red as she stepped forward and stepped on his snout, putting just enough weight on him to push his head down a little. He had to look straight up her thick thighs, past her sharp, damp toes toward her pussy and her heavy breasts. She tilted her head back, flashing her fangs again. \n\n“Heh, I remember you, foot-dragon.”\n\n“Mmmph…clearly.”\n\n“You here for another round, you musk-huffing stud?”\n\n“Heh…You read my mind.”\n\nThe other customers started complaining, but Shenzi only had to smirk and snap her fingers for them to fall silent. \n\n“Shut up, pricks. You want me, then you pay for me. So, what’ll it be, dragon? Gonna pay up, or share me out?”\n\nBiting back a chuckle, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few more bills. Rather than pass them up to her, he stuffed them between her toes. One hundred, two hundred, three hundred.\n\nShe pulled her foot off his snout, picked the bills out from between her digits, and – despite a brief moment of her eyes going wide – smirked as if she expected nothing less from him. \n\n“Heh, looks like you remember where you belong, big guy. Come on. You got a room already?”\n\nDraconicon nodded. \n\n“Let’s go.”\n\n#\n\nThe rooms of the Lust Lands were one floor up from the strip club and stage. The room vibrated from the music, but it was only touch, not sound. Draconicon could ignore that, particularly as he laid in bed and the fat-assed hyena matriarch stood over him. She smirked over her shoulder as she rolled her ass cheeks against each other, clapping the cheeks together before spreading them again and showing off her black-rimmed pucker and the deep, slick slit further down. \n\n“Hehehe, I remember what you like, stud. Last time you were here, you had me sit on your face for an hour before getting up and railing my ass. Fucker; you coulda told me that you had that kinda stamina. I couldn’t walk the stage for three days after that.”\n\n“Well, you [i]were[/i] the one that got in bed with a dragon. And you’re doing it again, so it couldn’t be that bad.”\n\n“Oh, this time I got a plan. But enough talk, stud.”\n\nHe was grateful for the pillows as the thick-hipped hyena just [i]slammed[/i] her ass down. The fat cheeks spread around his snout, blocking out the meager lighting of the room, and he was drowned in her slick cheeks. Her pucker flexed against his lips as she ground back against him, the smell of a hard-working woman hitting him full-on. Draconicon’s cock throbbed, twitching up and falling back down against his stomach. \n\n“Hehehe, look at that. Fucking ass-activated dick of yours. Dripping for me all – mmmph, fuuuuuck, there’s that tongue. Fucking magic dragon tongue. Get it in there, you – mmmm, fuck!”\n\nHe would have grinned if it wasn’t for the fact that Shenzi was grinding back down on his tongue and really driving it further up her ass. Other than the sweat, she was completely clean, her insides clenching down on his forked tongue every time it twitched. Her pussy juiced against his chin, dripping all over him. \n\nAs he breathed in her scent, his cock kept throbbing. If he hadn’t stripped down as soon as they’d gotten to the room, his cock would have ripped right through his pants. As it was, he felt hard as a rock, and – \n\n“Mmph?!”\n\nHe grunted, huffing for a breath as a wet sole all but stomped on his cock, pinning it to his belly as the hyena leaned back on his face. \n\n“Heh, told you I had a plan. I’m gonna milk your big old stud-stick a few times before you get around to fucking my ass. I ain’t losing shifts because you get too excited, you big-dicked fucker.”\n\n“Mmmph!”\n\n“Heh, just try and stop me if you don’t – mmmm FUCK that tongue’s good!”\n\nFor all that he kept shoving it past her pucker, though, she was putting both her feet to use. They were huge, slick, and they pressed down just hard enough to keep his cock from going anywhere. She stroked him, grinding the head of his cock between her arches before shoving her feet all the way down to the base. Her toes would curl, tickling his balls, only for her to stroke right back up. \n\nAnd that ass. That thick, perfect ass grinding against his face, pinning him to the bed, keeping him down and making him – \n\nHe moaned, shivering as his cock spurted pre-cum over the hyena’s feet. Shenzi laughed, barking with amusement. \n\n“Hehehe, oh, you’re going to make a fucking mess by the time I’m done with you, big guy. Go on, eat deep – yeah, like that!”\n\nDraconicon’s cheeks burned as he worked his tongue deeper, trying and failing to focus more on her jiggly, thick rump than her soft feet that were working his cock over. Every slow pump of her soles against his shaft felt almost too good, and the way she curled her toes around his balls at the end – just enough to give a squeeze that teased him with a weird sense of them being ‘claimed’ – sent shivers down his spine. He huffed and puffed, panting as he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down. \n\nAll that did was excite her more. She seemed to love how heated he was getting, and she dripped more down his chin. \n\n“Fuck yes, fuck my ass with your tongue, you – mmmph – yeah, that’s what I want. Mmmph, nobody beat’s a dragon’s tongue back there – fuuuuuuck yes, gonna – gonna cum on your face, you big-dicked ass-addicted stud! Gonna – gonna – mmmph!”\n\nHe felt her cum, alright. She clenched down hard, her toes curled around the base of his shaft, and she squeezed his tongue and his cock in equal measure. Her juices flowed faster down his chin and neck, soaking him…\n\nBut she wasn’t done. And considering he hadn’t cum yet, neither was he. She panted, giving him the faintest relief from the pressure on his face, but she was still chuckling through it. \n\n“Oh, you’re good. You’re real fucking good. If I’m not careful, you’re going to break my ass with your tongue instead of your dick.”\n\n“Mmmph…not hearing you complain.”\n\n“Heh, me neither. Get back to licking, big guy. That feels goooood.”\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: An indulgent but informative story of Draconicon getting a break, having a little chat with a friend, and then going down to one of his favorite establishments. \n\nTags: M/solo, M/M, M/F, Facesitting, Rimming, Foot Fetish, Mind Control, Docetri, Draconicon, Dragon, Lion King, Anthro Lion King, Lion, Scar, Mufasa, Shenzi, Hyena, Musk, Barefoot, Nudity, Strip Club, Orgasm, Cum, Rule 34 canons, Teasing, \n",
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A Pride Under A Bridge By Draconicon
It was the end of the semester, and if there was anyone that needed a break as badly as his students, it was the headmaster himself. Draconicon tucked his hands into his coat pockets as he walked off the campus grounds, nodding absently at the gargoyles coming to life for the night watch before turning left. The sidewalks sprawled out ahead of him and he followed a well-remembered path, his legs moving on autopilot as his mind went blissfully blank. Not for long, but a few seconds of not thinking about lesson plans, troublesome students, idiot teachers, and problematic TAs were worth more than a shot of the most expensive liquor in the world.
And a few seconds it had to be, considering that he was soon in the wash of other people leaving work and either heading to the train station down the other way, or to a taxi, or to their own cars, or just wandering to some other place to burn off the stress of the day. The black dragon paused in the middle of the crowd, shorter people moving past him or around him, and sighed.
Right. Gotta pay attention.
He kept his hands on his pockets, weaving a few small wards around his person. They were fairly standard, the same basic security spells that everyone else used when they were in a big crowd. A couple of tightening-traps around his pants pockets to seize any pickpocket stupid enough to try, as well as a basic intimidation spell around his person to make people think twice about getting too close, and a few others should suffice. As his fingers pulled and directed the magic within to where he needed it to be, a small bubble of space took shape around him. He smirked, pressing on.
Since he didn’t have any turns to make anytime soon, Draconicon kept to the middle of the sidewalk. The bubble of intimidation magic around him kept everyone else from getting close enough to bump him, and he let his mind drift again. Long as he kept walking straight, he’d get there eventually.
He tilted his head back as he thought about what he’d do with the next couple of weeks. Eventually he’d have to go back to his Academy and start planning for the next semester. The budget would need seeing to, as well, and there was always the chance that one professor or another would hold out for a raise to make him sweat before agreeing to come back for some favor or other. That always happened, and probably always would.
But for the next week – the next seven days – he was going to take some time off, and –
Oh. Right.
He paused, stepping out of the flow of pedestrians as he pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket. Tucking himself into a nook near a bookshop door, he dialed home and pressed his phone to his ear.
“Hey. Hey, Yana? Yes. Yes, it’s me,” he said, plugging his other earhole with a finger. “I’ll be away for the next week, so you and the other projects are going to have to take care of yourselves for a while.”
“…First of all, projects? That’s a little –”
“You’re barely able to hold a solid form once someone starts discussing sex and sexual fantasies, and the last time you moved out I found you bent over and mooing in an alley with a cow-bell around your neck and a leash tying you to a ‘livestock for sale’ sign.”
“…Okay, that – you didn’t have to bring that up.”
“You’re blushing, aren’t you?”
“You can’t prove whether I am or not.”
“I can check the cameras.”
“…Okay, fine, I am.”
“And the udder?”
“…Half-formed.”
“Uh-huh.” Draconicon chuckled. “Anyway, like I said. You and the others, take care of yourselves for the week. There’s a stash of money in the coffee table – just pull the glass up, there’s a fake compartment under it – and try not to break anything.”
“Oooookay. What are you going to be doing for a week?”
“Nothing I can admit on an open line.”
“Oooookay. Well, um…thanks for the warning –”
“No problem. And Yana?”
“Yes?”
“Moo for me.”
“I – you – mmmph…M-mooooo.”
“Good girl.”
Hanging up, Draconicon tucked his phone back into his pocket and shook his head with amusement. Yana, as well as the other four or five students that were using his penthouse as a place to crash while they sorted out the magical conditions afflicting them, were ‘projects’ and people at the same time. He wouldn’t use that word for all of them, but he knew that it turned the goo-dragoness on, and so he kept using it to tease her.
But they’d be alright. He supposed he could have gone back and given them the announcement personally, but that would have meant having one more night there before heading off for his own pleasures, and considering his tight schedule…well, personal desire won out.
Speaking of which.
He rejoined the crowd and followed the sidewalks again. He had a long-ish walk ahead. Getting out of the university district was only the first part. After that, he’d have a walk down past the port, then along the warehouse row, and then –
Well, he’d get there eventually. There was a place under a bridge waiting for him…
#
Two hours later…
Draconicon groaned, leaning down and stretching the backs of his legs as he finally found it. The big mechanical bridge – more like a giant conveyor belt than anything else, considering it was a bridge for cargo to a more elevated part of the city – ran from the warehouses over a large, slum-like stretch of the city to the factories higher up. Under it, however…
The black dragon rested his hand on a brick wall. It was part of one of the struts that supported the conveyor belt, mostly featureless save for the occasional light that kept the place bright and kept loiterers to a minimum. It had a ladder on one side for maintenance workers to climb up and deal with the bridge itself, but other than that, it was nothing more than a brick wall surrounding an ugly concrete pylon.
Or so most people thought.
Draconicon hummed as he walked around it, tapping his claws against the bricks and feeling for the differences between them. Most of them were real, but there was a small group at some point where they weren’t. Not there, nor there, but –
He smiled as his claw slipped past the surface of the brick. It was barely more than a millimeter of a difference, but that, combined with the faint tingle of a spell on the wall itself, was enough to tell him that he’d found what he was looking for. He closed his eyes, focused his magic once more, and opened them again.
Where the brick had been now stood a door of deep gray stone, something that looked more like what one would have found in a tribal village set against a mountain. He rested his hand against it, tracing the familiar sigils. A circle, first, then a few dots, then a sun-like mane around the outside.
The rock clicked, then rolled to the side. As expected of him, he stepped inside with haste, and the rock slid back into place behind him.
No half-measures for security here. As soon as the door clicked into place, a pair of mirrored glass walls lit up on either side. It had surprised him the first time, but now? It was just one more way to enjoy the process.
“Strip,” a voice said on the other side.
“Getting a show before you get my money?” Draconicon asked.
“You know you love it, scale-man.”
“Heh. You know me.”
Chuckling as he pulled his golden coat off, the dragon folded it up and laid it off to the side. His red jacket came off next, as well as his pants, leaving him in just a dark buttoned-up shirt and a pair of briefs. He turned in place, letting those behind the mirrored glass get a good view of him – both for his bulge and his ass as well as for security – before taking off his shirt. He let it all sit in the corner, his arms behind his head afterward.
The reflection was a fun one. He liked to see himself like this, to look at the endless back and forth reflections of a dragon doing well for himself. Oh, he was a little soft in the middle from the long life behind a desk and penning different magical theorums, but it was only a bit of softness, not a heavy roundness. He had a hefty bulge in his briefs, one that pushed it forward a little with balls that hung down enough to strain the fabric and show off the darkness beneath, and his ass…
Well, considering the soft life he had, he supposed it wasn’t entirely surprising that it was kind of ‘eating’ his underwear, pulling the white briefs further between the cheeks and showing off the jiggly globes a little. He turned in place one more time, letting security get a good look at him.
“Heh, looks like you could be here for anything, scale-man,” his observer said. “You here for the lions or the yeens?”
“Haven’t decided yet,” Draconicon said, turning on his heel and keeping up the slow rotation. “But I think I’ll be getting a room down here, too.”
“Hehehehe, for how long?”
“Mmm, six nights.”
“Rich man. Got the shimmers on you?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Pass it through.”
“Let me out first; I know how this works.”
“Damn, you reg?”
“Very, very regular,” Draconicon said, bringing his hands back down to his sides. “So, are we good?”
“Good, good.”
He nodded, pulling his pants back on but not bothering to put his shirt, jacket, or coat on again. Instead, he passed them through as the black wall in front of him opened up. A hyena in nothing but a loincloth offered to take them and he let them do it. It’d be ready for him again when he was ready to leave.
As he stepped into the club itself, an artificially hot wind blew past him. It carried with it the dry, heavy heat of a desert, one that had been baked by the sun for weeks, months, years. There were various scents on it, from scrub and sage to the smoke of old fires, but there was something else to it, too, something that he breathed in with a smile.
Musk.
Sweat.
Sex.
It was a primal thing, and he could already feel it rushing right to his groin. He groped himself through his pants, shaking his head.
“Home away from home,” Draconicon said, and took another step forward.
The black hallway faded away, becoming a gray-walled chamber that stretched out in irregular fashion. Here and there, right angles remained that reminded everyone that this place was chunked out of a concrete pillar, but there had been work done to make it more organic, more like the underground caverns of a natural ‘den.’ The walls were stone-gray, lit by braziers that were spilling more of the desert smells, each one tended by at least one hyena, gray-furred and spotted and thick in the hips and shoulders. Each one was stocky, even the females, a little bit on the short side but packed with muscle.
The walls, however, were only there for decoration and make this place feel like something a little different. It was the acts that kept pulling him back.
As Draconicon stepped into the main room, ignoring the leather-topped ‘bar’ by the entrance, he looked at the long catwalks of stone, each one bordered with fire to make them look like something out of the old times. Thick-hipped, big-breasted hyena women stomped along the stage, their dark-padded feet carrying them toward the circular ends of their catwalks, and they swayed as they went. Some were still dressed in the skimpiest of loincloths, but most of them were already naked, either bearing a black-lipped pussy or a hyena ‘cock’ that replaced their clits and hung low.
And all of them looked like they had stepped out of a particular piece of fiction, and he smirked to himself as he watched them.
Hello, Shenzi…and hello, fem-Banzai and fem-Ed.
They weren’t the only acts, of course. He cast his eyes toward the other half of the catwalks, watching as a golden-furred, red-maned lion minced his way down the stage. For all his muscles in canon, this Simba was little more than a femboy, his hips wide and curvy, and as he turned on stage, showing off his panty-clad rump, his dick barely made a bulge. He leaned forward, smacking his ass, and swayed it for those that had come to see him.
“You again.”
The familiar voice of the Lust Land’s owner caught his ear. Draconicon chuckled, slowly turning in place to the bar. Standing behind it, as expected, was a red-furred, black-maned lion with a scar down one eye. He didn’t have the same sort of ultra-slender build that his canonical self did, but oh, the faint addition of muscle, the way that this scar would have been taller than most people at six-foot-three, and the way that he held himself, looking wiry instead of twink-y? Oh, he was certainly an alluring version.
“Why do you keep coming back here?” Scar asked.
“I’d think that you’d welcome the business. And the fact that I know how to keep my mouth shut.”
“Mmmm, the money is appreciated, but you know the risk we take,” the proprietor said, leaning forward against the bar. “Our kind isn’t…legal, after all.”
“Yes, yes, I know, that’s why I make sure that I’m not followed when I come here.” Draconicon glanced back at the acts. “Though I think you could probably sell a roleplay club pretty well with this cast.”
“Perhaps, but I don’t trust luck that much.”
“Heh. How many times have you put on an ‘incest’ act with the Simbas and Mufasas that you have?”
“More often with Nala; even here, there’s more of a hetero preference. But…occasionally.”
Draconicon nodded, leaning back against the bar as he watched the show.
The Lust Lands, after all, was a club that technically shouldn’t exist. One of the laws governing the use of magic in Docetri was that all FIs, or ‘Fictional Individual’ summons, were supposed to be sent back to their ‘canon’ as soon as their summoning was done. The only long-term summons that were legally permitted were labor summons or personal bodyguard summons, and those were strictly limited to a certain number of months before the FI in question had to be sent back to the canon from which they’d been drawn.
However, as always happened with magic, there were always those that went against the rules. Sometimes, someone would summon a crush that they wanted to hang out with, or even fuck. Sometimes, that didn’t go the way that the summoner expected. Other times, there were slaves that were summoned that managed to get away from their summoner. And still other times, there were those that overwhelmed their summoner and got away to become a bit of a problem.
And because they’re summoned into a body made of magic, it means that as soon as they learn our magic, they become a powerhouse. A very, very dangerous powerhouse for those that don’t know how to handle themselves…
If anyone ever found the Lust Lands, Draconicon had no doubt that the Rainbow Guard would be called, the employees rounded up, and every single one of them dismissed and deported back to the canon that they came from. Wouldn’t matter that they had all made a decent life for themselves in Docetri; they’d still be sent back ‘home.’
He could understand both sides of the argument, but Draconicon still came down on the side of letting them stay until they did something wrong. That was why he frequented them when he could.
That, and –
“All hail the conquered king!”
Draconicon’s lips turned up as the flames on one of the stages went out. The other acts slowed or stopped, and all eyes turned to the middle catwalk. He leaned back against the bar, watching intently.
At first, there was nothing. Then, a shimmer of green flickered across the back of the stage. Another followed, then another, turning into a glow under a pair of sinister-looking eyes. Another source followed after, glowing eyes facing toward the crowd, looking more lidded, more relaxed.
Finally, the flames resumed, and another Scar and a Mufasa on all fours came into view. The former wore nothing but a harness across his chest, a leather x that framed his slender frame perfectly, and his cock was pushed forward by a silver cock ring that enhanced his long shaft. Draconicon smiled, fondling himself as he watched the other villainous lion step forward, leash in hand, and grab hold of the drooling, moaning, ‘controlled’ slut that he had in front of him.
“I will never get tired of that,” Draconicon muttered.
“That version of me keeps trying to take over. Thankfully, he’s a hedonistic idiot.”
“Heh, the kind that temporarily won in the movie?”
“If he had been in the movie, he would have never stopped his orgies with the hyenas long enough to take over.”
“Fair.”
The show continued. Scar led his brother down the stage, controlling him with leash and whatever mind control was going on. The taller, broader, and far more muscular lion drooled as he was led along, his mouth hanging open and his cock throbbing against his belly.
It wasn’t until they reached the end of the catwalk, when they stood at the stage, that Scar took it further. He stepped on his brother’s head, shoving him into the stage, before mounting him right then and there. Draconicon imagined the squelching sound of that long barbed shaft sliding into the beefy rump on display, shaking his head as his cock throbbed so hard that it felt like it’d rip through his pants any second.
“You enjoy this too much,” the proprietor-Scar said, shaking his head in clear amusement. “You would bankrupt yourself here, if you had the time.”
“And you’d complain?”
“Only at the loss of a client that has such funds.”
“Somehow, I doubt that. Anyway, I’m going to want a room for the next six nights –”
“Easily done.”
“And meals.”
“Mmmm, less easily done, with a dragon’s appetite.”
“Don’t worry about that, I’ll pay. And for the first companion –”
“I’m unavailable,” Scar said, shaking his head. “Though I should have an opening tomorrow; your ass looks quite fine with my cock opening it up.”
“Heh, tempting.”
He shook his head. There went the immediate plan, he supposed; Scar was always a good opening act, and while there were four or five of them in the club – depending on the day – the owner was always the best of them. Just a little stronger than the others, able to turn off the megalomania when needed, and – honestly – the best hung of the bunch. But if he couldn’t have him today, there were other options.
“Guess I’ll take a look around and see who looks fun.”
“Yes, I’m sure you’ll be absolutely spoiled for choice.”
“Here’s the money for the room,” Draconicon said, passing a few hundred shimmers over. “And I’ll be back for the key when I pick someone.”
“Hmmph.”
With that cleared up, Draconicon walked through the crowd. He doubted that many people paying for a dance or a show knew that they were interacting with FI summons. Most of them probably thought that it was an elaborate show, playing off the lust that people had for the characters. If they knew what they were really dealing with…well, they’d probably be willing to pay even more, or they’d hold it over the workers’ heads and demand free stuff to avoid blackmail.
It was a hard life. He understood why they kept quiet.
The dragon walked by the stages, watching as males and females put on a show. Here, Nala strolled down the stage, the lioness showing off her muscles as she took one powerful step after another. Her body was trim, powerful, with smaller curves but no less femininity to it as she moved like a sexual warrior.
The next stage had Sarabi, the queen mother. She showed her age, wearing glasses as she walked down the catwalk, but her breasts were full and her hips wide. More than Nala, she looked like a mother and a matriarch, and she reveled in it, groping herself and dropping into a squat at the end of the stage and spreading her legs.
He enjoyed the view, but walked on. Simba, Mufasa, Scar – they’d been seen already, and he could have them later. Any of the non-hetero men and most of the non-gay women were already staring at them anyway; he didn’t want to get into a bidding war for their attention, not now.
Eventually, he stopped at one of the hyena stages, leaning against the ledge. Another Shenzi was already coming out, one that was a little bit older – not grandmotherly, but definitely older, more experienced – and completely naked. She wore bone jewelry around her ankles, had a pair of nipple piercings, and she embodied everything that a hyena matriarch needed to be in his mind.
He grinned as she walked down the stage, not swaying but stalking. Every step was the move of a woman that knew what she wanted, her teeth bared, her hair hanging wet across her face and the side of her neck. She grabbed the stripper pole as soon as she arrived and smacked her ass, hard, interrupting the music with a loud crack.
“Heh, I know what you all want. You ain’t here for the big lion dick. You ain’t here to be warriors or fuck a prim and proper lion. Nah. You’re here for the yeens, aren’t you? Here for the big, bouncy hyena ass…You’re here for the real shit, ain’t ya?”
Draconicon nodded. She must have come from one of those fanfics where Shenzi was a powerful femdom or something like that. Someone that took pride in being dirty, naughtier, and raunchier than the lions. He was good with that.
She looked around the other customers gathered ‘round her stage, then looked at him. Draconicon raised a hand and waved, and she smirked.
“Oh, you…”
He must have had some fun with her in the past. It was hard to remember for sure, but –
His cheeks went slightly red as she stepped forward and stepped on his snout, putting just enough weight on him to push his head down a little. He had to look straight up her thick thighs, past her sharp, damp toes toward her pussy and her heavy breasts. She tilted her head back, flashing her fangs again.
“Heh, I remember you, foot-dragon.”
“Mmmph…clearly.”
“You here for another round, you musk-huffing stud?”
“Heh…You read my mind.”
The other customers started complaining, but Shenzi only had to smirk and snap her fingers for them to fall silent.
“Shut up, pricks. You want me, then you pay for me. So, what’ll it be, dragon? Gonna pay up, or share me out?”
Biting back a chuckle, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few more bills. Rather than pass them up to her, he stuffed them between her toes. One hundred, two hundred, three hundred.
She pulled her foot off his snout, picked the bills out from between her digits, and – despite a brief moment of her eyes going wide – smirked as if she expected nothing less from him.
“Heh, looks like you remember where you belong, big guy. Come on. You got a room already?”
Draconicon nodded.
“Let’s go.”
#
The rooms of the Lust Lands were one floor up from the strip club and stage. The room vibrated from the music, but it was only touch, not sound. Draconicon could ignore that, particularly as he laid in bed and the fat-assed hyena matriarch stood over him. She smirked over her shoulder as she rolled her ass cheeks against each other, clapping the cheeks together before spreading them again and showing off her black-rimmed pucker and the deep, slick slit further down.
“Hehehe, I remember what you like, stud. Last time you were here, you had me sit on your face for an hour before getting up and railing my ass. Fucker; you coulda told me that you had that kinda stamina. I couldn’t walk the stage for three days after that.”
“Well, you were the one that got in bed with a dragon. And you’re doing it again, so it couldn’t be that bad.”
“Oh, this time I got a plan. But enough talk, stud.”
He was grateful for the pillows as the thick-hipped hyena just slammed her ass down. The fat cheeks spread around his snout, blocking out the meager lighting of the room, and he was drowned in her slick cheeks. Her pucker flexed against his lips as she ground back against him, the smell of a hard-working woman hitting him full-on. Draconicon’s cock throbbed, twitching up and falling back down against his stomach.
“Hehehe, look at that. Fucking ass-activated dick of yours. Dripping for me all – mmmph, fuuuuuck, there’s that tongue. Fucking magic dragon tongue. Get it in there, you – mmmm, fuck!”
He would have grinned if it wasn’t for the fact that Shenzi was grinding back down on his tongue and really driving it further up her ass. Other than the sweat, she was completely clean, her insides clenching down on his forked tongue every time it twitched. Her pussy juiced against his chin, dripping all over him.
As he breathed in her scent, his cock kept throbbing. If he hadn’t stripped down as soon as they’d gotten to the room, his cock would have ripped right through his pants. As it was, he felt hard as a rock, and –
“Mmph?!”
He grunted, huffing for a breath as a wet sole all but stomped on his cock, pinning it to his belly as the hyena leaned back on his face.
“Heh, told you I had a plan. I’m gonna milk your big old stud-stick a few times before you get around to fucking my ass. I ain’t losing shifts because you get too excited, you big-dicked fucker.”
“Mmmph!”
“Heh, just try and stop me if you don’t – mmmm FUCK that tongue’s good!”
For all that he kept shoving it past her pucker, though, she was putting both her feet to use. They were huge, slick, and they pressed down just hard enough to keep his cock from going anywhere. She stroked him, grinding the head of his cock between her arches before shoving her feet all the way down to the base. Her toes would curl, tickling his balls, only for her to stroke right back up.
And that ass. That thick, perfect ass grinding against his face, pinning him to the bed, keeping him down and making him –
He moaned, shivering as his cock spurted pre-cum over the hyena’s feet. Shenzi laughed, barking with amusement.
“Hehehe, oh, you’re going to make a fucking mess by the time I’m done with you, big guy. Go on, eat deep – yeah, like that!”
Draconicon’s cheeks burned as he worked his tongue deeper, trying and failing to focus more on her jiggly, thick rump than her soft feet that were working his cock over. Every slow pump of her soles against his shaft felt almost too good, and the way she curled her toes around his balls at the end – just enough to give a squeeze that teased him with a weird sense of them being ‘claimed’ – sent shivers down his spine. He huffed and puffed, panting as he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down.
All that did was excite her more. She seemed to love how heated he was getting, and she dripped more down his chin.
“Fuck yes, fuck my ass with your tongue, you – mmmph – yeah, that’s what I want. Mmmph, nobody beat’s a dragon’s tongue back there – fuuuuuuck yes, gonna – gonna cum on your face, you big-dicked ass-addicted stud! Gonna – gonna – mmmph!”
He felt her cum, alright. She clenched down hard, her toes curled around the base of his shaft, and she squeezed his tongue and his cock in equal measure. Her juices flowed faster down his chin and neck, soaking him…
But she wasn’t done. And considering he hadn’t cum yet, neither was he. She panted, giving him the faintest relief from the pressure on his face, but she was still chuckling through it.
“Oh, you’re good. You’re real fucking good. If I’m not careful, you’re going to break my ass with your tongue instead of your dick.”
“Mmmph…not hearing you complain.”
“Heh, me neither. Get back to licking, big guy. That feels goooood.”
The End
Summary: An indulgent but informative story of Draconicon getting a break, having a little chat with a friend, and then going down to one of his favorite establishments.