[b][u][center]Special Positions, Special Perks Part 6 For a-lycotonum By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Vitus and Cazna fucked through the night. Most of it was so frantic that it didn’t stick in his mind, but as the world started to come crashing down on him, as the world of dreams lost its grip and the world of the waking took hold, bits and pieces came back to him. [i]Cazna leans forward, her breasts scraping against the wall as he pins her against it. His cock never comes free, his knot grinding against her pussy again and again. The power of the demon rises, then fades, rises, and fades with each thrust…[/i] He groaned, turning his head to the side, nudging it against a pillow. Something felt off. [i]On all fours, hand on his sheath. Not his hand, Cazna’s. She whispers what a good dog he is, and he humps, whimpering, blushing.[/i] Groaning again, he felt something tingling, something off. The pillow was wrong. He reached up, scratched his face – [i]A paw around his cock, fingers furred and padded, claws at the tip –[/i] “AH!” Lunging forward, he almost punched Cazna in the face. The tingling feeling, it turned out, was her mouth on his cock, still sucking and nuzzling against the knot at the base, and the scratch… Vitus panted as he looked down at his hands…except they weren’t hands anymore. And the scratch had come from a claw rather than a finger. “Ah…what…what the…” “That’s a fine good morning,” the drow muttered. “Shut up. Shut up. What…” Shaking his head at his hands – no, not hands, but not paws, somewhere in between where he could still use them properly but where they were furred and clawed at the tips – Vitus tried to remember the night before. He remembered arriving at his quarters, remembered the drow tormenting him with her body. That was easy. He’d been…off…something clouding his mind. [i]Magic?[/i] No, he would have sensed that…maybe? It was hard to tell what was happening on Master Brundir’s estate. It seemed to warp things with and without magic. Something had certainly warped him. “What happened?” “We had sex. Repeatedly.” “I meant…” He held up his hands for emphasis, shaking them from side to side. “What happened to these?!” The drow looked at them, looked at him, then smirked. “Good doggy.” “…Tell me what happened.” The drow stiffened with a grimace. Her eyes rolled in obvious annoyance, but Vitus didn’t say anything else. He needed to know what happened. Eventually, Cazna couldn’t fight the compulsion. “You used the demonic meditations in the book you brought. The more you used them, the more you transformed.” “What else transformed?” “…You can’t feel it?” “Feel what?” “Well, look behind you.” Behind him. That probably meant…He turned – trying to ignore the way that his face looked off, too – and looked over his shoulder. There it was. Sticking right out of the base of his spine was a tail, one that was slowly wagging against the sheets. He grabbed hold of it, half-convinced that it wasn’t real, but as soon as he touched it, there was no denying that it was actually there. He whimpered, and it sounded as dog-like as one could imagine. “How did this happen?” “…” “…Tell me, if you know, how this happened?” “…I hate this command…so much,” Cazna muttered. “You were touched by Melchiresa, the Packmaster. That means you have hellhound power in you. The more you touch the demon power, the more you transform.” “I don’t have demon power! I beat Melchiresa. They’re gone!” “They’re never gone. Only…handled.” “You – get out.” “A pleasure.” “And don’t take anything!” “I only have to obey one command, remember?” “…” Vitus glared at her. “Tell me the most humiliating thing I could do to you right now?” “…Don’t…make me…do this,” she muttered, holding her hands over her mouth between the words. Something had changed, and not just his body. She hadn’t been this resistant to commands before. Either something in the collar had changed, or something with him had. He’d need to find out what, and fast. That said, she was still being commanded. It just took longer. Vitus waited, glaring at her the whole time. “…Nnngh…You could…order me to…go out and…get…dirty.” “Tell me what that means.” “It means making me get dusty, dirty, filthy. Making me walk in mud, or…or get sweaty, or…” “…” Cazna’s cheeks were the most fiery shade of red, and he knew without a doubt that she would hate him for this. However, her flagrant disregard for him could not go without punishment. Vitus glared over his semi-muzzle at her, crossing his arms over his chest. “I order you to proceed with the following: you will go outside, and exercise until you cannot move any longer, working up as large a sweat as you can, and upon completion, you will go find a puddle of mud near a fountain or elsewhere, and stomp in it, smearing it across your lower legs, and up your body, unable to remove it until I give the order.” “…” He had not seen a look like that since his time in the Arcanamirium. She looked like a student that had been told that the work they’d been doing for the past four months had been worthless, and they needed to start all over. The sheer helplessness and soul-crushing nature of her expression almost made him rescind the order. Almost. He stood up as she grimaced, her legs helplessly carrying her towards the door. The drow glared over her shoulder. “I [i]hate[/i] you. So much.” “The feeling’s mutual!” Slumping back against the bed, Vitus stared up at his paw-hands. He hadn’t seen them like this since his transformation at the Arcanamirium, and that scared the living shit out of him. If he was turning back, then he’d done something really, really, [i]really[/i] stupid. [i]I need to talk to Master Brundir. He needs to explain why the hell this was supposed to be a good idea, now.[/i] He grabbed the book, put his pants back on, and left the out-building. He passed by a fuming drow doing jumping jacks on the way, and deliberately ignored her as he walked on. # It was easy to find where his Master was. The servants were more than willing to direct him to their employer, and the first one he spoke to said that the Master was taking audience with several ministers from the city, heads of guilds and one under-priest from one of the churches. Vitus made his way up the stairs to the meeting room, only to be stopped in his tracks by the aasimar’s deva. The shimmering creature stood in front of the door, staring down at him with its head tilted back just enough to imply a sneer. Vitus shook his head, walking up to it and gesturing at the door. “Let me in.” “I will not.” “I have to speak to Master Brundir.” “There is nothing significant that you have to share with him.” “This isn’t –” He stopped, biting his lip before holding up his paw-hand. “This isn’t significant?” “…Not in the grand scheme of things, no.” “Get out of my way.” “I already gave you my answer. Now, step away and wait, or I will have to use force.” A deva trying to use force. Not something that most people would tempt, but Vitus was already in a hurry, and already more worried than he liked being. He doubted that Master Brundir’s deva would be willing to do that much damage to the area, let alone to him. He stepped forward – CRACK! And the subsequent blow was enough to send him flying down the hallway. He couldn’t even scream, as the blow had knocked the air out of his lungs and he was moving too quickly to get any air back into them. He went by three large windows before – CRASH! The pillar behind him dented, and the sorcerer flopped to the ground, gasping for air as he rolled onto his side. He’d gone flying back more than thirty feet, and his spine felt bruised. Not cracked, thankfully, but definitely bruised and aching. Vitus rolled onto his back afterwards, sucking air as quickly as he could. “I warned you. You will not enter until the master has finished his meeting.” There was no way anyone could miss the hiss of satisfaction in the deva’s voice at those words, and Vitus knew something was wrong. No angelic being would take that much pleasure in hurting someone else, no matter how justified. As the sorcerer stumbled to his feet, groaning as his legs threatened to give out from under him, he forced himself to the wall and leaned against it. The shimmering deva looked at him again, giving the feeling of an eyebrow being raised, an unspoken question of whether he wanted to try that again. Vitus shook his head. He wasn’t going to go through the motions just to wind up hurting himself again and again. He could wait. He would have to. Instead of looking at the deva, he shoved his hands into the pockets of his decorative robe and looked out the window. He could still see Cazna out there, the drow walking over to the fountain and then hesitating for as long as she could. The collar was glowing around her neck, exerting its power to force her to do what he wanted her to do. [i]I shouldn’t have done that,[/i] he thought, even though he couldn’t help but feel a bit of satisfaction as he watched her lift one foot and plunge it into the muck. The sheer humiliation on her face was rather…satisfying, particularly after what she had put him through. He didn’t know how this had happened, but, if this was what he had to do to make her see the error of her ways, he would do it. It was a long wait, and he ended up watching her step into the mud, then try and wash it off in the fountain. The collar prevented her from doing it, forcing her to stand on one foot like a flamingo instead as she tried to force it. It never happened, and she just ended up humiliating herself more than she might otherwise have done. She looked ready to scream in frustration, too. That was…kinda funny. By the time that she had finished her squelching and stomping, and had started reaching down for mud to slather over her body, Vitus was starting to feel a bit aroused. His cock was starting to push forward, the dirty nature of the mud play and the fact that he was finally getting her to feel a little humble making him more horny than he liked. He pushed down at his groin – Click. He turned, watching as the door to the meeting room finally opened. The deva stood to the side, and he made sure not to look too closely as the Master’s guests left the room. He didn’t recognize any of them directly, but he understood what some of the ministers were. There was one in charge of city sanitation, another in charge of the city planning developments. They were both relatively low-level in terms of actual power in the city, but the roles that they filled were definitely key ones for anyone looking to expand the city…or change it. They left with their heads down and their hoods up, way up. Almost like he would have done if he was wearing a hood, he realized. Vitus shook his head, approaching when the guests were gone. The deva gave him a firm look, almost one of warning, before getting out of the way. He entered the room to find his Master leaning over the table inside, a vast map of Absalom spread out before him. The sorcerer bowed his head. “Master…I…Do you have a moment?” “I have a few.” Lord Gralon Brundir chuckled. “I imagine that you are having some difficulties at the moment, judging by the fact that you tried to shove your way into a meeting where you didn’t belong.” “It wasn’t meant as an intrusion. I just…I need to talk with you.” “About the changes.” “…You knew?” The horned aasimar rolled his eyes, looking up from the map. “Vitus, you have to understand that I know many things that you do not. I have experienced quite a few different adventures in this world, and I have come to know many things that most people do not. If I ask you to do something, you’ll probably have something happen that you didn’t expect. “However, you have to trust me to know what I’m doing. If you don’t, if you question me at every step, then nothing is going to get done.” “But…” He held up his hands. The fingers were furred, the nails blackened and turned to the familiar claws of a hellhound. Feeling them like that again…remembering what the demon had driven him to do when he had been under her control like that… “You told me…you told me that the meditation would give me control over that…stuff.” “And you have control. You aren’t doing anything with it, are you?” “No, but it’s only a matter of time.” “Is it?” Vitus opened his mouth, then closed it again. Truth be told, he had no proof either way on the matter, but that didn’t help him. “And even if it were only a matter of time, look at your hands. Are they worse than the ones that you had before?” He looked down at them again, holding them before him. The pads on his palms were certainly better at gripping things, he knew for a fact. The claws were powerful enough to shred things that knives had trouble with, and if he had had them when he was fighting Cazna in the past, he knew that he would have had much better odds of avoiding getting stabbed. He could have fought her off with his body rather than his magic. But at the same time, he could feel something different in him, something that was pulling at his mind and his soul as soon as he even considered keeping his hands like this. There was a hunger, a hunger to take and to hunt and to… He shook his head, pulling it out of that swirl of wrongness before it could go any deeper. The last thing that he needed was to start indulging in the idea of being a hellhound again. It had taken all that Hazel had to pull him out of it last time, and he didn’t have a priest around. All he had was a very grumpy deva and an aasimar that seemed…alarmingly sanguine about the whole thing. “What if I turned full hellhound again, then? What happens if I lose control?” “That’s why I’m here.” Master Brundir lifted his eyes up from the map again, fixing him with that fiery gaze. The white flames in the master’s eyes seemed to grow brighter the longer that they stared at each other, and Vitus shivered as he felt the pressure and power behind that gaze. Every time they really stared at him, he was reminded of the power of Master Brundir, and how he had gained his position. A hundred adventures, a hundred great enemies felled. The power of magic and the power of the mind had pushed away krakens from the port, and had felled great beasts of the depths that had tried to rise and take the city. His work with the gods had forced them to be allied against the rogue deities that had tried to wipe the city from the face of the earth, and he had delved the depths of hell itself to secure the city from below. One did not question Master Gralon Brundir. One did not argue with him if one valued one’s skin. Then the stare passed, and he felt able to breathe again. Vitus slumped forward against the table, panting. “I put you under contract for a reason. I will hold the leash if you turn. I will make sure that you do as you’re supposed to, rather than just what the hellhound wants to do. And that will be all that you have to worry about.” “…I still don’t think it’s a good idea.” “Vitus.” “Yes, Master?” “I am going to say something, and you will follow. Do you understand?” “…” “I said, do you understand?” For the first time in a while, there was a tight squeeze in his lower parts, the same feeling that had come when he had been adjusting to the contract before. It was still just as strong as ever, and he shivered as he felt it squeezing him from his guts to his balls, and then squeezing just a bit tighter. “Yes, sir. I understand.” “Splendid.” The aasimar looked up, a small smile on his face. “I want you to close your eyes. Close your eyes tightly, and make sure that you clear your mind. Clear it of everything that you imagine might be a distraction, and then clear it a little bit further. I want you to empty it, leaving it as blank and as open as possible.” There was little choice in the matter, and besides, it seemed like a simple enough request. He closed his eyes, forcing his thoughts towards the task of clearing themselves from his mind. He pushed the memories of Cazna out of his head, her naked body leaving as well as the flood of worries and little magical thoughts that stuck around after her departure. As his mind emptied, he felt calmer, and calmer. And it didn’t hurt that he was doing what he was asked, too. The feeling of just…giving in and letting someone else take control for a moment, even if he was a bit nervous about the whole thing, made him relax. He didn’t have to worry about making the wrong choice, because someone else was choosing for him. As he grew more and more empty-headed, he could feel himself shifting, sliding around a little bit. He felt a bit at odds trying to stand up, almost like he was losing his balance. A chair pressed against the back of his legs, and he toppled back into it. “That’s better. Now, you are completely empty up there?” the aasimar’s voice asked, coming from a distance. Vitus nodded. “Good. I want you to stay that way. Keep thinking of emptiness. Keep thinking of nothing. Make sure that you are calm, cool, empty, relaxed. You have nothing in there. Nothing but the sound of your Master’s voice.” Nothing but the sound of his Master’s voice. Yes. That was a good thing. He didn’t have to think. If he didn’t think, he didn’t have to worry, and if he didn’t have to worry, he felt better. That was all eminently sensible and made for a logical conclusion. He felt…something, though. Something at the back of his head, something that was pushing up from the depths of his soul. What it was, he didn’t know, but it threatened the emptiness. He groaned, trying to shake his head. “Stop.” And he did, no longer fighting it. He leaned his head back, letting himself relax as that pressure rose up inside of him. “You are not going to fight this. Feel the power. Feel the strength inside of you right now.” Vitus did as he was told, and there was no denying that there was great strength in that rising sensation. It was demonic, yes, but there was more to it than that. It was demonic energy tied to the mortal magic that he had been wielding ever since it had awoken in him. There was almost no difference between the two, the darkness intertwined with the light. Every time that he had cast a spell, he had been borrowing energy from it. But it hadn’t always been there, he was sure. He was just as sure that if he had been able to think, he would have been able to figure out what was happening. “Do not fear that power. Embrace it. Whatever makes you stronger makes you more capable. Whatever makes you more powerful makes you a better servant. And you want to be a better servant.” “Want to be… a better…servant…” That came with another squeeze, another push at his core. Yes. A better servant. He wanted to be good, wanted to be helpful, wanted to do what he was told and make his master’s life easier. That was part of the job of being employed by Master Brundir. He was supposed to do things that would make his Master’s life a bit better, make it so that he could focus on other things. And if that meant pulling on demonic power, if that meant embracing the darkness, then maybe he could do that. A little bit at a time. A little bit here and there, and… Yes, he could do that. He pulled at the darkness in him without thinking about it, feeling the fire and the heat of it. It was so much more chaotic and hot than the light and tingles that came from his own power, but there was so much more of it. It burned at him, not painfully, but consumingly, pulling at his thoughts and drowning them in the fires of hell. He growled deep in his throat, feeling it pushing through him, rushing about under his skin. “The power of the hellhound is there for you,” his Master said. “Embrace it, and use it. You will find your power growing greatly.” “Growing…yes…” “Now. Leave me. And do not trouble me with your fears again.” “Yes…Master…” Vitus stood up, moving like a sleepwalker. His thoughts and attention were all on his insides, and there was nothing to see what was happening to him. As he pulled at the power, examining it, he could feel the heat under his skin, feel his arms and legs and face and back starting to warp. His body hair darkened, not quite to the deepness of a fur pelt, but enough to make him look… Very different… # Vitus didn’t wake from his trance until he had left the mansion, standing out on the grounds again. He gasped as he felt the cool air from the morning slapping him in the face, and he opened his eyes to look around. Nobody else was there, which was good. Because he had a problem… Or did he? He looked down at his hands, aware that his muzzle had grown out further than it had before. He had a pale face that had been pulled outwards, but it was more bearded than it had been before, the start of a dark fur coat that would cover it. His nose was darker, too, almost purple on its way to black, and it looked like it had either been punched or like he had been drinking for a while. He opened his mouth and almost cut his tongue on the mismatched teeth in his face. Some were human, some were canine, and some were halfway between the two, none of them quite matching what they were supposed to be. He gasped, rubbing his cheek as he felt the ache that came with the wrongness of it. [i]Something wrong…or something…becoming right?[/i] He didn’t know. He just knew that it had to be something from the demon magic in him. And there was demon magic in him, now. There was no more denying it. Melchiresa hadn’t let go as much as he had thought. That should have sent him into a panic, but instead, he just took a few deep breaths and forced it down. As long as he didn’t start hearing the demon lord in his head, he should be okay. The fact that she hadn’t come out and tried to take control was something. Or he. The gender of a demon lord was always in flux. But yes, as long as Melchiresa didn’t try and control him, he should be alright tapping into the power. It wasn’t like it was changing him more than physically, after all, and here on Master Brundir’s estate, he could feel like he was safe. There was so much here to change reality that he was half-sure that the aasimar could reach out and say ‘forget this happened,’ and the person involved would do just that. “I better find Cazna.” As he walked along the grounds, it didn’t take long to find her tracks. Her footprints were still in the muck by the fountain, and it was clear that she’d applied quite a bit of mud to her feet before she walked away. He imagined that she was stewing in full disgrace at this point, and he wasn’t entirely ashamed of the erection that thought gave him. The half-mutated hound followed the tracks, not sure if he was entirely doing it out of sight or smell at this point. He could catch a hint of the sour smell of sweat, and that was in the air as long as he followed the tracks. [i]Have I changed that much already?[/i] Well, he had a muzzle, a tail, and hand-paws. He didn’t have anything else changed, besides the fur coat that was starting to grow under everything, so that was something…he hoped… He walked around the corner of his out-building, and there she was. She was soaked from the neck to her knees in mud, her black skin covered in brown, and her cheeks were as red as one could imagine. Even her pussy was coated in the muck, some of it on the verge of going inside of her, and her breasts had handprints on them. “What happened there?” he asked. “People…saw me,” she bit off the words with a growl. “Do you understand…how humiliating that is?” “You’ve been naked this whole time, though.” “Yes, but naked, and [i]clean.[/i] This is…this is humiliating. No drow would ever allow this. [i]Ever.[/i] Only the worst of the worst…” She was shaking, he realized, and there was something different to her speech. More hesitant, more shaky, like she was biting down on every word to keep from stuttering or stammering. It took him a second to realize that she was barely holding it together. Worse, he glanced up at the sun and realized that it was further towards noon than it should have been. It was…was it… She had been out here for hours. Sweaty, dirty, and exposed as that for hours for anyone that happened to pass by, and unlike him, she didn’t have a dirty secret that the Master had to cover for her. There was nothing to take away that ache and pain. There was something to that concept that made him feel…better. Her humiliation, the callous way that she’d treated him that morning, it [i]needed[/i] to be punished. He smirked… Then shook his head. No. No. That was…that was the demon side. But the demon side had nothing wrong with it. He was harnessing its power. It wasn’t harnessing him. But was it? “I can’t…I can’t…You said…” Cazna hissed. “You told me…you’d tell me…I could stop…Please…” Please? Vitus blinked, looking up. “Please…please tell me…I c-can stop…” A stutter? From her? That was almost as impossible as everything else that had already happened. He shook his head in shock, only to finally see it. Tears. She was crying. It was just enough to shock him out of his own self-indulgent thoughts. He gasped, shaking his head as he looked her over. Tell her to stop? Gods, that wouldn’t be enough for hours of this. That wouldn’t be nearly enough. She…she needed something to make it better right now, but what? He could command her, but – That was it. “I order you to like being dirty.” The thought had been to take away the pain and replace it with happiness, but he honestly had no idea if it would work. So far, the collar had only compelled honesty and action, but never thoughts. That seemed to be a stretch for an obedience collar, for that matter, and he groaned, shaking his head. But before he could come up with a different command, before he could think of something else he could tell her to do, Cazna went wide-eyed. She stiffened, her eyes going wider and wider, a soft gasp and then a hiss pushing out between her lips. She was fighting it, he realized, fighting back against the collar and its control. The drow started to shake her head… And then she smiled. Her body shook, her muddy legs quivering as she slowly lifted her hands to her breasts. Her fingers squished into the muck that she had plastered on herself, the gems in her collar glowing almost blindingly brightly. Vitus had to look away, but he couldn’t miss the sound of her thighs grinding against each other, nor the sound of her pointing her toes and squishing them down against the half-dried mud at the side of the building. “Mmmmph…oh…” Her soft moan was more than enough to bring his cock back to life, but it wasn’t enough to shake his shock. He stared at her as she went from being completely humiliated to being insanely aroused. Her fingers had already found her nipples, but rather than scraping the mud free, she was grinding it in. “What are you doing?” “Mmmph…I can’t…stop myself…I’ve never been like this before, but…fuck…” “What? What’s going on?” “Everyone can see…can see how filthy I am…how dirty I am…” Cazna panted. “Nnngh…I shouldn’t do this…but I can’t help it…” Her pussy was getting wetter by the second, and it was drooling right down her legs, oozing down to her bare feet. It cut little lines in the muck, leaving her dark flesh exposed once more. She panted hard as she took a step forward, burying her face in the side of his neck. She breathed in, shivering. “I hate you…I hate you…” she panted, even as she moaned against him. “You made me like this…fuck…I need…I need more…take it…” “Wait –” “Nnngh…” “Stop! I order you back to normal!” Cazna suddenly froze. She stiffened against him, then slowly pulled back, her eyes wide in shock. She looked at herself, then at his mud-stained front… And then she slapped him. The crack of her palm across his muzzle was mostly deserved, and he said nothing as she ran into the house to bathe. He said nothing, because he was still trying to pull himself back under control, trying to fight his own instincts and trying to rationalize what had just happened at the same time. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]