[b][u][center]Asriel’s Life of Fiction and Reality
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








Asriel slumped against the stone walls of the Underground, huffing and puffing as he struggled to hold himself together. The white-furred goat groaned, holding one hand to his head as his body pulsed, throbbed, and then [i]expanded.[/i] Every inch of fluff and flesh felt strained to its limits, but even as he gritted his teeth against the feeling, it shrank in again, and he felt loose, limp, barely able to keep his footing. 

It was the Soul, he knew that much. All the others had run off after Asgore died, but he managed to keep hold of one of them. Just one. And it was a very…very confused Soul, but it was powerful enough for him to maintain a body. 

“Ugh!”

He slumped against the stone, barely keeping from falling flat on his face. 

Or, it would have been, if it wasn’t for the fact that it was taking every bit of magic and willpower he had to keep it from exploding right then and there. If he didn’t find some way to get stronger, and [i]fast,[/i] he’d lose this one, too. And then…

Well, he didn’t know what would happen, but monsters didn’t last long if they ‘popped’ like that. There was no coming back; he was lucky enough that he’d had enough power to come back as a flower the first time. He wasn’t going to get a second chance. 

Asriel stumbled along, gripping the wall so tight that his hand hurt. He growled, his head hurting, his horns inflating and then flattening out. His body had no order to it, no sense. Things swelled and shrunk by turns, and he could barely tell what was what. His robes would be as tight as binding rope one moment, then as loose as the biggest blankets the next. 

But if he could find some more magic…some more power…

He stumbled again, the goat hitting his knee as he whimpered. Who was he fooling? He was so far back from Alphys’s lab, and New Home had been abandoned years ago. All the other monsters were long-gone, and he…

He was alone. 

A tear ran down his cheek as the realization that he was just delaying the inevitable hit him, and hit him hard. So what if he’d gotten a new body? So what if he finally had a physical form that wasn’t just talking flora again? He was so weak, so far from the rest of what he needed, that he was going to die anyway. 

He slumped down, his head against the rock. Another tear flowed down his face, joining the first against the back of his hands. 

“I was so close…so…close,” Asriel whispered, only to whimper as his face swelled and compacted again. “Nnngh…”

It was happening faster and faster now. He was losing what little control he had. Soon, that Soul was going to break free, and he…

He was going to…

The air ripped in front of him, and a great white doorway appeared. Feeling the power streaming through it, Asriel knew that on the other side lay magic. No, more than just magic, but magic that was beyond anything that he had ever felt in the underground, maybe enough magic to sustain him. 

He didn’t know where it would take him, but he knew that his only choices were to lie down and die, or drag himself through the door. He chose the latter, grunting with every stretch of his arm. The goat managed to pull his head through, a great soothing feeling rolling over his upper body, before he fell unconscious. 

#

The goat woke to something soft under him and less pain. His body wasn’t swollen, nor wizened. Something, somehow, had stabilized while he was unconscious. 

[i]Mmmph…[/i]

He was tired, though. Very tired. Consciousness felt like a tide going out, but he seized hold of what handfuls of it he could get. He couldn’t fall back asleep again. He’s already almost died once; if he didn’t wake up, whatever stability he had might fade away, and he’d die in his sleep anyway. 

Wake up. He had to wake up. 

He pushed himself, eventually managing to open one eye. Everything was blurry, but a few blinks brought the world into focus. 

Books. He was surrounded by books on wooden shelves. There was no rock to be seen, nothing that he was familiar with. Instead, he saw silver and gold lines running along the wooden furniture, and felt something soft under him. A bed, but a better bed than anything that he’d felt since his childhood. The goat groaned, slowly moving his arm – 

[i]My robe…[/i]

Asriel forced his other eye open. With some effort, he managed to push the blanket on him up, and he saw what he’d already felt: he was naked. A few dark lines broke through the white fur that covered his whole body, a couple of smaller lines going up along the sides of his shaft, but clothing, modesty? None of that was to be seen. 

He dropped the blanket, partially out of weakness and partially out of shame. Someone had found him, stripped him, and put him to bed. Whether they were also responsible for his new solidity, he didn’t know, but he imagined he would find out soon. 

[i]This is a library,[/i] Asriel thought as he looked at the extended rows of shelves. [i]Who keeps a bed in a library?[/i]

No answer revealed itself. Asriel wanted to close his eyes and sleep for a little bit longer, but he fought the urge, even getting the strength to roll onto his back to stare at the ceiling for a while. That helped; he’d never been able to sleep on his back, and this was no exception. 

The silence in the library was deafening. His own breath was the loudest thing he could hear. He didn’t know where he was, how he’d gotten here, or who had found him. He didn’t even know how he was still alive. 

But he owed someone. That he did know. 

The goat almost went mad in the silence of the library before he heard the sound of footsteps. They were heavy, but also oddly soft, a dull thump that was just barely audible some rows away. He turned his head in their direction, watching and waiting. 

Eventually, their source stepped around the corner. A reptilian thing – a dragon, he guessed – looked down at him with white eyes and horns that curled up from the back of his head. His scales were darker than the pitch-black tunnels of the Underground, and he wore a long, golden coat over a dull red suit. Barefoot, too, which struck him as odd for such a fancy sort of suit. 

As he stepped closer, however, Asriel held his breath. Magic poured off the dragon in a powerful aura, unseen but most certainly felt. The goat hissed through clenched teeth as the dragon stopped in front of the bed, looking down at him, head cocked to the side…

And somehow, concerned. 

“Are you alright?” the dragon asked. 

“…Water?”

Nodding, the dragon reached out. His hand disappeared – no, pushed through a hole in the air, Asriel realized – only to reappear with a cup clutched between his fingers. The goat took the offered drink, wetting his lips at first before forcing it down his throat. Cold, clear, and soothing, it eased his sore throat instantly. 

“You’re going to be a little weak for a while,” the dragon said. “The city’s stabilized you to an extent, but it’s not perfect.”

“The city…What is…”

Asriel got his answer as he expanded his awareness. It wasn’t just the dragon in front of him that pushed out a magical aura, though that was the most powerful one in the room by leagues and leagues. It was everything. All around him, there was a low-level of magic, humming and buzzing away, and it saturated everything it touched, even him. He could feel it in his body, helping hold it together, keeping him from coming apart or bloating or shrinking, stabilizing the worst of the chaos that had pained him. 

“It’s…fixing me?”

“More like it’s keeping things from getting worse,” the dragon said. “I have no doubt that you have a lot of questions to ask. First off, names?”

“…Yes.”

“Well, ‘Yes,’ my name is Draconicon, and I was the one that opened the portal to pull you through. Also the one that helped get you to bed.”

“And stripped me?”

“That, too.”

“…”

“And your name?”

“…Asriel.”

“Good. Then I got the one that I was looking for,” Draconicon said. “Ah, more answers to come. Long-story short, you’re now in the city of Docetri, a place of magic and twelve distinct powers. And you’re not entirely here legally, so you probably want to keep quiet for now.”

“…What do you mean, ‘not entirely legally’?”

“We’ll get to that, as well. But long-story short, your world is…You know what? Here.”

His host reached through another hole in the air, pulling out something made of glass and plastic. As Asriel took it, the front flashed with light, revealing words that scrolled down the front of it. It was a blur at first, but as he blinked and focused, he realized that he recognized a number of them. 

New Home. 

Underground. 

Toriel. 

Asgore. 

[i]Asriel.[/i]

The sight of his own name stole his breath away. Compelled to read, he slowly pushed himself upright, the blanket sliding down to his waist as he pressed his back to the bed’s headboard. He held the device in his lap, staring at it as his mouth fell further and further open at the unfolding story of his life. 

Everything, [i]everything[/i] that had happened to him since his death, from his deeds as Flowey to the taking of the Soul, was recorded there. Not well, and penned badly in more than one instance, but it was [i]there.[/i] None that had been part of his life was still alive, so how did this – 

He dropped the glowing object, and it hit the bed with a soft bounce. Draconicon took it from him as he trembled, unable to find the words. 

“In my world, yours is nothing but a story,” the black dragon said, shaking his head. “It’s a bit blunt to put it that way, but I imagine that bluntness will be better than letting you just flail about for a while.”

“Impossible…impossible. I lived. I lived, I was in pain, I –”

“You were in whatever situation the person that wrote you decided that you should be in.”

“…”

“And to be fair, you suffered in a very different way to the main continuity of your storyline,” Draconicon said. “You lost everyone to death, while the other one was forgotten, abandoned, written so that he could never come back from what he did. So…arguable who had it worse, but they decided to go very, very dark with your storyline.”

Storyline. 

Continuity. 

The idea of being someone else’s idea come to life was enough to leave his head spinning. All understanding of reality, of what was and wasn’t, what [i]he[/i] was, had been completely unraveled with all the ease of a cat pushing a ball of twine out of shape. He stared straight ahead, feeling his body tremble, throb – 

“Oh, no, no, no, we’re not doing that.”

Draconicon grabbed his hand, and – 

He didn’t know what happened, but he felt the magic swell again. This time, it was coming from the other man directly, the dragon’s power running over his flesh and then under it. Bubbling, then tingling, then fading, it pulled the sudden chaos in Asriel’s body back to a controllable level. He wasn’t going to explode; he wasn’t going to lose the body that he had fought so hard for. 

As the dragon let go of him, Asriel turned to him. 

“What did you do?”

“What I could.”

“No, that magic…that’s not like the magic from my world.”

“That’s because your world’s magic only really works in your world,” the dragon said. “You aren’t going to be able to throw fireballs, call up Gaster-blasters, or anything else here. This is a very different place, and if you want your magic again, you’re going to have to learn the rules as they work here.”

“…”

“You might have to learn it anyway; the way that your body is constructed is…weird. It might hold together on its own, it might not, but if you don’t want to risk it, then I’d suggest learning some magic.”

“Can you teach me? You said that…I’m not entirely here legally, whatever that means.”

“Well, I think that might be a good place to start your lessons. And we’ll talk about how you can pay for those later.”

#

It was a crash course, with an emphasis on ‘crash.’ Every new lesson was so heavy that Asriel had to go back to his quarters – a bedroom attached to Draconicon’s apartment – and fall into bed, staring at the insides of his eyelids as he processed all the new information. Everything, [i]everything[/i] that he’d known about magic, life, and the rest of the world just didn’t seem to apply in this new place. 

Though magic was a part of his lessons, basic history and life-lessons about his new home constituted just as much of the curriculum. Draconicon was intent on making sure that he learned everything that he needed to know about Docetri – the city he’d found himself in – in order to live in it. 

“People like you aren’t ‘natural’ to Docetri,” the dragon had explained. “Most people consider them FIs, or ‘Fictional Individuals,’ since you are drawn from a thing that we just call the Continuity. Essentially, it’s a band of various interpretations of stories that were created by people over the years, and with the right spells, you can reach out and create a bridge, calling someone from one piece of the Continuity to what we slightly arrogantly call ‘reality.’”

“But…why is that…”

“Because you’ve been summoned from an ‘unreality’ – or so the theory goes – you’re partially made of magic. Not just flesh and bone, but actual magic. And that means that you have an inherent connection to the field of magic around us. All FI that come here do. And that puts a lot of people on edge, because there’s the risk of you exponentially exceeding the powers of everyone else here.”

“And that’s…bad? Sounds more like fear than anything else.”

“Tell me. Do you remember a certain flower?”

“…”

“How do you think that would go if he had popped through instead of you? And he had access to more magic than he ever could have gotten in his world?”

“…I…guess it depends on the individual?”

“Indeed. And most individuals have an axe to grind, or come from a continuity when they aren’t entirely complete…or sane. So, for better or worse, Docetri has a law that limits all FI summoned to limited stays, complete bindings via magical contracts built into the summons, and no free-roaming of the FI in question.”

“But…I’m not…bound, am I?”

“Thus the illegality of your stay,” the dragon had said, chuckling. “But you need to know how to pretend if you ever leave the apartment. Otherwise, we’ll both have problems, and I can’t guarantee that you won’t be sent home against your will.”

And from there, it got more and more interesting. Asriel had always been curious what a world outside of the Underground would be like, and though this hadn’t been what he had initially imagined, he was certainly living a better, more interesting life. From the apartment windows, he could watch a city that was many times bigger than New Home could ever have become, with people that were nearly as varied as the monsters that he had grown up among. And in the apartment…

It was two weeks before he learned of some of his teacher’s proclivities. He had been deep in the books that Draconicon suggested in the library when he overheard certain grunts from a few shelves over. He’d ignored them at first, wanting to delve deeper into his studies, but as they grew louder, it grew harder to ignore them until it was completely impossible. 

He stalked around the shelves, meaning to give the source of the noise a piece of his mind. What he found was his master and one of the other students that lived in the apartment in the middle of a rut.

He’d seen the mouse scurrying around from time to time while he’d been absorbed with his studies. Brown-furred, pink-eyed, and usually dressed to the nines like some fancy well-to-do individual, the rodent male had given him a few arrogant looks, but they’d never actually interacted with each other. They’d always kept to their studies, and Asriel hadn’t given the other male a second thought other than to wonder what the dragon was teaching him. Now, though…

Now, he was watching the mouse take a cock the size of arm between his cheeks, gripping the bookshelves with his eyes rolled back in their sockets, and his mouth hanging open. His tongue lolled out of one side of his mouth, and he panted for air more desperately than Asriel realized someone could. 

“Ah…ah…mmmph…”

The soft plapping sounds of Draconicon’s hips meeting that rounded rump were…loud, to say the least, and Asriel couldn’t look away from his teacher’s cock slamming past those cheeks. Every time that the dragon took his time to pull back, he had a view of the full thing, and he realized it wasn’t just thick. It was long, longer than his own by some way, and it kept pulling back, back, back, until – 

Squelch. 

Until Draconicon rammed the massive thing right back into the mouse. All the arrogance that Asriel had seen plastered on the other man’s face was gone, replaced with pure lust and bliss. There was nothing but pleasure-thoughts in his head now; he couldn’t see anything of the arrogant intellectual any longer. 

The goat slowly took a step backward, hiding around the corner of the bookshelf, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the dragon’s cock as it went in, out, in, out, each time sliding so far inside that he swore that the mouse must have been ready to burst. Yet, there was no sign of any pain. 

[i]If that was me…[/i]

If that had been the goat, he would have been broken, his jaw slack and his mouth hanging open, his body unable to respond as it took something that big under his tail. But seeing the mouse take it, seeing the pleasure writ large across his face…

[i]…What would that feel like?[/i]

He didn’t have an answer, and the question intrigued him. So, while he should have left them to it, he remained where he was, watching his teacher and a fellow student fuck, staring at the difference between a seven-foot-tall dragon and a five-foot-tall mouse rutting away. He stared at his teacher’s cock, at the puddle of fluids that were dripping from both ends of the mouse, and just…

Observed. 

#

Time passed, and he had more chances to observe once he realized what certain sounds in the library meant. The grunts were obvious, but there were other, fainter sounds that he learned to recognize. The soft sounds that were almost like a pet licking at a water dish meant that the dragon had someone underfoot, licking at his soles. The echoes of faint swallows meant that someone was on their knees, putting their mouth to work on the mage. There were dozens of different tell-tale sounds that served as alerts that something lewd was happening in the library. 

And over the course of the next month, Asriel found it harder and harder to resist them when they met his ears. The first few days, he was too embarrassed about stumbling on his teacher and seeing what was happening to give in to the temptation, but as the days wore on, the memory wormed its way deeper into his mind. He started thinking about it. He started imagining Draconicon’s cock again, and the way that the mouse had moaned for it. 

And the more that he imagined it, the more that he wondered what else his teacher demanded from his other students. 

It started out as nothing more than research, or at least, that was what he told himself. He would take a small notebook whenever he heard one of the specific sounds that meant sex and chase it down, and he would write out what he saw, what the dragon got from his students, and how much ‘product’ it resulted in. The last entry always surprised him; he never knew that another man could put out that much…fluid. 

Yet, as he kept studying the ‘proclivities’ of his teacher, he realized that he was dreaming of them as much as he was studying them. He dreamed of the dragon naked in front of him. He imagined that fat cock bobbing up and down as the white-eyed mage taught him how magic and the city worked. 

One night, he found himself slowly stroking himself to the idea of the naked dragon standing over him and putting him…underfoot…He was half-asleep, and was almost at the cusp of orgasm as he realized what he was masturbating to. 

Yanking his hand from his cock, he sat up in bed with a start. He looked down at his bobbing erection, then at the pre-cum on his hand, and shivered. 

“How…”

It wasn’t unheard of for monsters to enjoy time with creatures of their same sex. There had been others in the Underground that he’d heard of that enjoyed that sort of thing, but it…

Well, he [i]had[/i] been a flower for some time, so he hadn’t had the time to really sort that out for himself. All he knew was that he had seen his teacher having…

About to call it ‘having intercourse,’ he realized that wasn’t anywhere near sufficient. The dragon had been [i]fucking.[/i] Fucking his students, getting them off, showing them the pleasure that came from being under him, and he was [i]very[/i] good at what he did, judging by the persistent puddles that kept showing up before the magic of the library cleaned them up. Asriel had seen many of them once he knew what to look for, and to know that one man was responsible for all that pleasure…

And at the same time…there’d never been any of that focused on him.

Asriel leaned back in bed, staring at the ceiling as his cock throbbed away under his robe. For all that he had studied – no, he had to be honest, how he had become obsessed with – his teacher and his…intimate parts, he had never seen the dragon look at him the same way that he looked at the others that came through the library and the penthouse attached to it. There’d never been that same hunger, that same lust, that same…desire that he felt like he could have earned if he really wanted to. 

[i]Do I…really want to be…[/i]

The image of Draconicon pinning him to one of the desks, legs up and spread like one of the females that he had broken in elsewhere, made his cock [i]throb.[/i] The goat bit his lips, looking down at the shape it made under his sheets, and the temptation to grab it and tease himself further was almost overwhelming. 

He resisted, if only barely, and pulled his hand back, staring up at the ceiling again. So, he [i]did[/i] want it, but…how was he supposed to get that?

[i]Well…there’s one obvious way…if I’m brave or stupid enough.[/i]

#

“Good morning, As –” Draconicon paused at the end of the bookshelves. “…Why are you naked?”

“…Probably a very stupid idea, but I…have been having really stupid ideas lately,” Asriel muttered, looking at the floor. “You know…you get it, right?”

“Probably better than you do, due to more information, but elaborate for me.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” the naked goat asked, gesturing at himself.

“Pretend it isn’t.”

“…Fine.” Asriel crossed his arms over his chest, doing his best to imagine that he wasn’t just [i]standing[/i] there with his dick hanging out and everything exposed. “I’ve been watching you with your other students. And…I’ve started…having thoughts. And a few…fantasies…thinking of what it would be like to…enjoy you the way that they do. And maybe…show a little gratitude for what you’ve given me.”

“That’s a way to put it.”

“I…don’t have any real experience. But I was hoping…well…really hoping that you would just…”

“Take charge?”

“Well, you have someone that looks good in front of you. Or, well, that I hope looks good to you…”

He had studied himself in the mirror. He wasn’t bad-looking, or at least, he hadn’t considered himself as such. A little wide-hipped for a male, but that was something that the dragon had seemed to like with at least half of his students, and he was reasonably well-endowed, too. Not much more than seven inches, but that was bigger than at least a third of the males that he’d seen Draconicon with. He had soft fur, long legs, and soft-enough feet, something else that he’d seen the dragon indulge in. 

His body should have been good enough to pull the dragon to him, but instead, they were having this conversation. And…and he [i]itched[/i] for it. It was the only thing that he could think of. He [i]itched[/i] to have that dragon nearer to him…against him…inside him…

“Is this not enough?” Asriel asked. 

“No, it’s not, but not for the reasons you think,” Draconicon said, shaking his head as he shut the door behind him. “To be fair, none of the others are really ‘enough,’ either, but that’s a different matter.”

Asriel sighed, fighting the urge to crumple back against the bed against the wall. So much for thinking that this would be simple. 

“Have a seat,” the dragon said. 

“I’d prefer to stand.”

“As you like. There’s two things that you need to know before we take this any further, because – as with everyone – I prefer that there be no misunderstandings. First, your attraction. Have you ever felt this way about a man before?”

“…No.”

“About a woman?”

“Not like this.”

“Anything else?”

“…Now that you mention it, no,” Asriel said, blinking. “Why –”

“That’s part of the information that you [i]don’t[/i] have. There’s a link between you and me, due to the fact that I’m your ‘summoner’ from the Continuity. Regardless of how well I mask it – and I’ve done my best with that – there’s a connection that pulls the magic that helps make up your body to be close to mine. And that can express itself as a physically intimate connection rather than just something in the heart.”

“…You mean that this is a compulsion.”

“Not precisely; you can resist it, so it’s not forcing you. But it is…encouraging you, like something your body wants to be dependent on.”

“…So, you feel…”

“I feel very little, but not because of that. That’s the second thing you need to know. I’m not attracted to people.”

“…But you were…having sex. A lot of sex.”

“Sex and attraction are very, very different things,” Draconicon said, shaking his head. “But a lot of that is more for their sake than mine. It’s pleasurable enough, but there’s not really a great need for it on my side of things. It’s more like…passing time, in a pleasurable way.”

“…How does that even work?”

“That would probably take too long to explain, but think of it more like sex being on an equal level to grabbing coffee together for me. It’s a thing to do, and it’s pleasant enough, but it’s effort, and sometimes I don’t want to do it.”

Asriel shook his head. His plan to get the dragon into bed with him had clearly been completely derailed before it even began, but there was so much more there to learn, so much that he hadn’t understood before. 

[i]Am I only interested because of the bond?[/i]

No, he thought. It certainly didn’t help – and now that he was aware of it, he could feel it, almost like a tug at his heart and loins when he looked the dragon’s way – but there was something else there. A respect, an urge, and…many thoughts that had built up over time still left him curious how it would feel to be with the dragon…or under him. 

He rubbed the back of his head as he looked at the ground, trying not to feel even more self-conscious about stripping down and showing off for the ‘lesson’ between him and the dragon. It was hard, but he was able to avoid reaching for his clothes and shamefully sliding back into them. Instead, he sat down on the edge of his bed, his legs spread just enough to show everything off. 

“So, you aren’t interested in people…but you are interested in sex. Or…do I have that wrong, too?” Asriel asked. 

“Hmm, partly right, partly wrong,” his teacher admitted. “I can enjoy sex. But I don’t really initiate it without something…interesting to hook me.”

“Interesting…how?”

“Concepts, ideas, storylines, things that show me something new, things that give me a bit of something different to hook onto,” Draconicon said, shrugging. “There’s a mouse that I’ve been with a number of times. I imagine you saw?”

Asriel nodded. 

“That always starts with him reminding me where he is from. He’s quite rich, as it turns out, and he brings that up as part of foreplay. A beginning of a story, a thing that gives context to the otherwise rather boring thrusting and humping. He is a rich man’s son, and he acts as if he owns me. I turn that story around. We butt heads. I remind him that he is lucky to be a student, and we add details as we go. A great deal of improvisation. And when we are done, he is filled to the brim, marked with various spells, and has to go and recover for a while due to the rather intense stretching that he’s taken.”

The goat nodded again, tapping his chin. It was…definitely different to what he had imagined. For all that he had been studying his teacher, he had only come across the dragon after sex had already started. He’d never seen the pre-sex ‘stories’ that the older male mentioned, but…they made sense, in a way. 

“Shall we start our lesson?”

“Hmm?” Asriel blinked. “But –”

“I’m not particularly interested in a naked body; I see them all the time, and they tend to lose their luster after a while. Shall we?”

“…Sure.”

#

Time passed, again. He lived with the dragon for another three months for a total of four since coming through the portal, and he learned more from him than he ever had from the tutors in his own homeworld. He grew stronger, learning how Body-magic worked to the point where he never had to worry about further chaotic fluctuations, and even how to cast spells on others. The fire that his mother had once used was lost to him, but he gained some understanding over Lightning-magic, and it was, in some ways, better.

As he learned more about the magic that permeated the city, he understood why people like him – the Fictional Individuals – dealt with more problems than the ‘real’ ones. He had a real-time comparison of other students that Draconicon was teaching; despite not having a classroom, he still encountered them in the dragon’s massive library, and they occasionally struck up conversation. Never deep, of course, but enough for him to get an idea of where he stood compared to them. 

And he was ahead. [i]Miles[/i] ahead. 

Despite the fact that they were studying one of the Twelve Powers and he was studying two, he had progressed further in four months than they had in a year and a half. It wasn’t through greater study, nor through more attention from their shared teacher, but just from the fact that he was…different. Part of him [i]was[/i] magic, and that meant that he attuned to the spells that he was taught far faster than they did. 

The first time that he cast a lightning bolt at full strength, he realized the power that FIs like him wielded. They could grow from nothing to a very dangerous weapon in mere months, compared to someone in the city learning it normally taking at least a couple of years. 

[i]This is why we’re feared,[/i] he had thought, staring at the afterimage in his eyes. [i]This is why they want us out as soon as possible…[/i]

Once that realization came, it never left, and the months passed with a growing feeling of trepidation. Draconicon had summoned him from his world, after all, but had never told him why. At first, that lack of explanation had been buried under the simple need to learn and survive, but as the weeks and months went on, and the dragon continued to avoid broaching the subject of payment for all the lessons Asriel had gotten, his need for an answer grew greater and greater. 

One night, as the dragon was about to leave the library again, Asriel reached out and grabbed him by the wrist. Draconicon looked down at him, one eyebrow raised. 

“Yes?”

“I…”

It had been long enough since he’d touched the dragon that he’d almost forgotten the binding. Just making contact with his scales gave him a hunger for more, the desire to be pressed against the dragon, to feel…things…inside of him, on him, smothering him. A shiver ran down his spine as he pulled his hand free, trying to suppress the sudden urges. 

“I want…No. I need to know…”

“Why you were summoned?”

“And why you keep…helping. Teaching. What do you want from me?”

“…I guess I have kept you waiting on that one,” Draconicon said, nodding as he settled back in his seat. “Where to start…”

Asriel didn’t say anything. In his little ‘room’ in the back of the library – a three-walled corner, big enough for pacing, large enough for his bed, bookcase, two chairs and a desk – he had been satisfied enough. Being able to go through the library and explore it, able to leave it and go to a few places in the dragon’s apartment, had been enough for him for a while, but he needed more. The answers were a start, but after that – 

“Well, first, let’s go with why I summoned you,” the dragon said, leaning forward with his hands on his knees. “I’ve always had a soft spot for Asriel in the set of continuities that you came from. And…there are times when I have been…interested in his story.”

“…As in…sexually?” Asriel asked. 

“Sometimes. When he’s presented as an adult, at least.”

“…Wait. Wait, there are times when I’ve – he – [i]I[/i] – have been a kid?! Going through [i]that[/i]?”

“And worse, yes.”

Asriel shook his head in disbelief. He had barely survived his misadventures as a flower and an adult, but if there were child-versions of him that had gone through the same things – or worse, as Draconicon said – then what sort of monster had been writing his story? What sort of person would [i]choose[/i] to put someone through that if they didn’t have to?

He looked down at his lap, slowly shaking his head. The dragon continued. 

“As I said, I’ve had a soft spot for the various Asriels throughout that continuity. And…there are times when I’ve felt like I should do something for them. Besides, you know, fantasize about them.”

“I thought that you weren’t attracted to people. Or are you saying…that I’m not a person?” 

“I’m not attracted to people. And I’m not attracted to you, in particular. But there are elements of the story that intrigue me and hold my attention. Elements that are tied up in you. So, I suppose, in a way there is a type of attraction, but it’s not the same as what you’d get from another person.

“But back to the question. Why I summoned you. I thought that there was a chance of bringing you somewhere better. I can’t pull every Asriel out of their hells, but I can give some of you a better place. Some of you would be too dangerous to remove from your continuities, while some are safer. I thought you…might be a good choice for this.”

“…”

“And as for payment…I never thought that far ahead. I just wanted to make sure that you could have a life that you enjoyed. Something that wasn’t all about survival. Something that brought you happiness.”

“…Well, you succeeded in that…”

“Then I guess my job is done, heh,” Draconicon said, shaking his head. “You’re already practiced enough in magic to make it in the city, if you want to leave. You don’t have to stay here anymore; you know how to blend in with the other people of Docetri, if you choose.”

Freedom from the library. He’d hoped that would come, one day, but he hadn’t thought that it would arrive so soon, or with such a bombshell. Asriel shook his head again. 

“I don’t know.”

“It’s up to you. I’ll teach you as long as you’re here, but you’ve reached the point where it’s optional. It’s no longer required.”

“And…you genuinely don’t want any payment from me?”

“Heh…I thought I did, once, but it was never going to work out.”

“…You were going to have sex with me,” Asriel said, looking up from his lap. “You were hoping…”

“I was considering it,” Draconicon said. “Maybe even hoping it. Thinking that, if I pulled someone that existed in fiction to the real world, it might get around the sort of…I don’t know. The walls I have in front of me, the things that keep me from being attracted to others. But I guess that was just a vain hope. After all, you’re just as real as I am.”

Draconicon squeezed his hand. 

“Take care of yourself, Asriel. Whether you stick around or head out…it’s been lovely getting to know you outside of the stories.”

The dragon stood up to leave, and Asriel let him go. For as hard a life as he had, at least his heart didn’t play tricks on him like this. For someone that had hoped for a connection for that long, and then found that he couldn’t…

[i]How must that hurt?[/i]









[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Asriel is summoned out of a different continuity to Docetri, where Draconicon starts to teach him magic. Oddly enough, I started this with the idea of a rule 34 story with Asriel, but it warped into a sort of odd expression of aromatic aegosexuality. Very weird thing. 

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Anal, Various Kinks, Draconicon, Docetri, Kinky Ace, Asriel, Rule 34, Not An Intended Ending, Nudity, Attempted Seduction, Teacher/Student, Foot Fetish, Sexuality Exploration, Sadness,