[b][u][center]The Tourist Trapped in Docetri Part 2 For FriskeCrisps By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Crisp had expected the headmaster to live somewhere nice, but he hadn’t thought that the black dragon would have this much money. The wusky stared as they stepped out of the cab, looking up at the massive building that looked part hotel and part apartment. Light burst out sporadically from the bottom ten floors, but above that, there were balconies, large windows, and more that suggested that it was richer, more affluent further off the ground. “You live here?” the wusky asked, staring further and further up. “…Guess teaching pays better than I thought.” “Heh, not so much as you’d think. Come on.” Letting himself be led off the sidewalk and into the lobby, the comparisons to a hotel continued to mount up. The marble flooring put any doubts of the sheer amount of money in the building to rest, as did the flowing lines of light running from the floor up the walls and into the ceiling. The same symbol that he had seen across Docetri – a hexagon and a diamond linked by a single golden line, with two dots peering out between the shapes – floated a little off the ceiling, like glasses peering down onto the lobby. He felt like they were staring at him as he passed under it, and he moved a little faster to keep up with the dragon. The swish-swish of that long gold coat made it impossible to miss him, even in the slightly crowded lobby. [i]God, why are there so many people here?[/i] Crisp thought, blushing as some of them turned to look at him. [i]Don’t stare, don’t stare…[/i] He was all too conscious of the way that his clothes were skintight. Despite the way that he kept telling himself that he didn’t look naked, it was hard not to feel like he was, particularly with the way that the tight rubber pants pulled themselves in against his groin and his butt. He swore some of it was pressed right between his ass cheeks, and the front outlined his cock and balls far more than they should have. [i]Don’t think about it, don’t think about it.[/i] As long as he didn’t get embarrassed, the rest of the curse wouldn’t activate. If he could keep that from happening, then he could stay ‘dressed.’ If he got embarrassed, then his clothes would slowly go from ‘normal’ to transparent. Everyone would be able to see everything, he’d start getting hard, and – [i]No, no, no, no![/i] He could already feel a boner starting to rise just thinking about it. His cheeks burned. He looked down at his sleeves and could already see a faint hint of his natural coat poking through, the dark colors showing – “Hey.” The dragon snapped his fingers, and Crisp blinked, looking up. His…god, he didn’t even know what to refer to the dragon as. Benefactor? Close enough. His benefactor looked him right in the eye, those empty white orbs holding him for a moment. They caught him, held him – “There we go.” Crisp blinked. They weren’t in the lobby anymore; they were in an elevator, and they were going up to one of the top floors. Before he could ask a question, the black dragon held out a keycard to him. “You’ll want that.” “What – is that a room key?” Crisp asked, taking it. “Yep. If you’re going to be living with me, might as well have a way to get in and out, yeah?” “…Two questions. How did we get from the lobby to here without me noticing? And what the hell did you do to me when you were staring at me?” “Heh, noticed that, did you?” “Well, um…kinda hard to miss.” “You’d be surprised, heh.” Draconicon leaned against the back of the elevator, one foot against the wall panel, the other still resting on the floor. “It was a little bit of Perception-magic, keeping you from getting too wound up in public. I didn’t want you giving away that you’re wearing enchanted stuff with everyone watching. Too many questions to have to answer if that came up, and I just want to get to my penthouse and relax for a while, you know? So, I just kept you from going over the metaphorical edge.” “…Uh-huh…And…what’s Perception-magic?” “That’s the magic that involves what you see, what you understand, what goes through your mind,” the dragon said. “Most of the time, it’s tied into sight and what you’re allowed to see, but that can tie into all kinds of other things. Some of it can go all the way to hypnosis and mind control, if you’re particularly good at it.” “…Are you?” “Heh…what do you think?” He thought that the dragon was particularly scary if that was the case. A little shiver ran down his spine as he did his best to not think about that. “Anyway, I just kept you quiet so that we could get on the elevator without anyone causing a scene. Didn’t think that you wanted to hop on the counter and start swinging your boner around, so, I just made sure that you did what you were told for a few minutes.” “I…see…” So, there was more magic than he knew. According to what the Rainbow Guard had said before cutting him loose, there were Twelve Powers in the city, each one different from the other, but with some overlap. There were the six Powers Within (powers that required someone to use their own will and strength), the four Powers Without (magics that drew on various artifacts and places outside of oneself) and two more that he didn’t really understand, but belonged to the two dots that peered through the ‘glasses’ that the symbol made. Twelve different types of magic. That was a lot to learn, and he doubted that he’d be picking it up quickly. He sighed, his shoulders sagging. “Hey. Cheer up. Nobody expects you to learn this quickly.” “I know, but…I feel useless. Helpless.” “Some people like that.” “Well, I’m not one of them. I don’t want to be one of them.” “And with that attitude, you won’t be.” Draconicon chuckled. “This city might be a little hard to understand, at first, but it does reward ambition. One way or another, I’ll make sure that you get what you need.” Crisp hoped that the headmaster was right. As it stood, he was stuck with cursed clothing that made it very uncomfortable to undress, and he honestly wasn’t sure how he could deal with that in and of itself. With the additional problem of not being allowed to leave the city, and the fact that there were so many other mages that could screw with him in the city, he was utterly fucked without help. [i]And if I can’t learn magic quickly…[/i] Draconicon had said that learning magic usually took years, that kids learned it in little bits and bursts until they were adults and got the real stuff, and those that were trying to move in would take years to get up to speed. If that was true, there was no way that he’d easily be able to defend himself. The most that he’d be able to do was try and hold his own until someone else could come and help him. But if he could at least learn how magic worked…what it looked like when someone was casting it…how to tell what sort of magic someone was using… He was getting all worked up again, and he sighed, rubbing his face. The dragon’s hand on his shoulder didn’t help much, but at least it steadied him. The elevator dinged. Draconicon patted his back, nudging him forward, and Crisp blinked as they stepped out into a well-lit, cream-colored hallway. He looked down to see more marble flooring, looked left and right at the various classy busts that decorated the little alcoves along the hallway walls, and blinked as he looked back at the dragon again. “And you’re telling me that teaching doesn’t pay much? This has to cost a fortune.” “It’s more paid in favors than cash,” the dragon admitted. “This way.” They didn’t have to walk far to get to the penthouse door. As his host flashed his card in front of the reader, Crisp heard movement inside. The wusky stiffened, only for the dragon to chuckle and shake his head. “That’s just the rest of the roommates that you’ll be sharing space with,” he explained. “Other…roommates?” “Yeah. Hey. Kayla, Francis, there’s someone new, so I hope that you’re decent.” [i]Decent?![/i] Following the dragon in, he walked as if in a daze through the entry hall to the open-plan living room. He could just make out a kitchen with a large island in the tiled area just further down, and the living room with a huge couch and two loveseats pointed toward a television that was larger than anything sold at the electronic stores back home, before two blurs hopped over the couch. He yelped, taking a step back into the carpeted entry hall, as the two of them slowed down enough to be seen. “New guy?” the smaller of the pair said, resolving into a female otter dressed in a long, blue skirt and very little else. “Heh, didn’t think that you were taking in more strays, headmaster. Is he another student, or –” “Nah, look at him, Kayla,” the taller of the pair said, chuckling as he took a step forward on thick feet and – Crisp looked away from the bull as he realized that the other man was most definitely [i]not[/i] ‘decent.’ “He’s got magic coming off him in waves. I’m betting that the headmaster found a charity case somewhere.” “I’d thank you not to refer to your new roommate as that, Francis. Particularly after we’re still working through some of the mistakes that you’ve made in the last month. Need I remind you of the After-Dark Brownout of last week, hmmmmmm?” “Yeah, uh…that’s a fair point. Sorry, sir, won’t happen again.” The bull hung his head as Crisp tried to find somewhere to look that didn’t remind him that Francis the bull was naked or that Kayla the otter nearly had her tits out. The fact that they were both quite sweaty didn’t help him, either, because it made him all but sure that they had been having sex before he and the dragon had stepped inside, and that meant that they were probably going to be doing that again later. His cheeks were burning already – [i]Wait, wait, no –[/i] “Oh. That’s, uh, that’s a curse and a half,” Kayla said, the otter chuckling and rubbing the back of her head. “Uh, guessing you’re not from around here, huh?” “Mmmph…no,” Crisp said, already feeling his boner rising up against the inside of his tight pants as they grew more constricting, more transparent. He covered himself, barely, and looked down. While the rest of his clothes were still normal-ish, the area around his crotch had been turned completely transparent, making it look like there was a cut-out of his clothing right there. His cheeks burned hotter still, and he barely managed to keep it all under control. “I think that’s a good enough introduction for now,” Draconicon interrupted, shaking his head. “Kayla, Francis, why don’t you two get dressed and take a night out? I’ll put it on my card, so you just have some fun and let me and Crisp have some time to get acquainted here. Hmm?” “Uh…yeah, that sounds good to me,” Francis admitted. “Though, clothes? Really?” “I’m not paying for the Rainbow Guard to release you again if you go out naked.” “…Fair enough.” “Heh, come on. We can get naked again in one of the other hotels,” Kayla said, pulling the bull by the hand. “Come on. I’ll get you looking nice and stylish.” The pair walked away, heading down one of the two halls that led off from the living room. Crisp couldn’t bring himself to calm down until they were both completely out of eyeshot, and even then, the transparency around his cock and balls took a while to fade. Draconicon shook his head. “I’d say that you’d need to forgive them, but I’ve given up on understanding their little relationship,” the dragon said, sighing. “They are what they are, and that’s about all that we can hope for. Anyway. For now, let’s get you situated, and then you can come to my room.” “…Why?” “You [i]are[/i] on an SSG, remember?” He’d been trying to forget. The reminder sent a mild shiver down his spine, and he sighed as he looked down at his shoes. Even they were changed. He doubted most people could tell a difference compared to normal shoes, but he could. The fabric was shinier than it should have been, and there was a closeness that they had that they hadn’t had before. They felt like they were pressed as tight to his feet as they could get while still looking like shoes from the outside, but it didn’t feel like tight shoes, precisely. They felt more like a gentle squeeze on the inside, like his feet were constantly getting rubbed and touched, and he didn’t know how to feel about that. “Do we have to do that tonight?” Crisp asked. “Do you want to stay here tonight or on the street?” “You – you’d do that?!” “I’m not operating a charity here, Crisp,” the dragon said. “I want to help, but there’s only so much that I can give for free. I’m already giving you a hell of a discount on lessons and room and board at the moment; most people would be paying far heavier on sexual favors or in cash to get what you’re getting. But I’m being [i]nice.[/i] I want to make things better for you, but I need [i]something[/i] in return.” “And it has to be this?” “Well, it could be something heavier in sexual terms, or you could fork over some money.” Sighing, the wusky pressed his hands to his face. He took one deep breath, then another, before finally meeting the dragon’s eyes again. “Fine. Just…let’s get the room set up first.” # To give the headmaster credit, he didn’t skimp on the guest quarters. The whole place was put together as well as it might have been for a custom room elsewhere, and Crisp was genuinely surprised at the care and attention to detail that Draconicon offered. The walls were made a comforting blue-green, with a few white streamers through it that made him feel more relaxed. A bed that was larger than any one person would ever need had been brought in for him already, and he had two nightstands that he could use as he wished. Charger cables were set up for his phone and other devices, and he had a closet that was as large and wide as one could ever imagine. Of course, the clothes and shoes inside mocked him. He reached out for some of the shoes, rubbing his finger over the laces, and sighed as he looked down at the ones still on his feet. “Something the matter?” the dragon asked. “Can’t take them off without feeling discomfort, remember?” Crisp shook his head. “I love all these shoes, too…” “Heh. We might be able to work something out with that.” “I doubt it.” “We’ll see. I’m not an enchanter, myself, but I have a few magics that might work with getting those shoes to behave.” “What –” “I’ll show you in a minute,” Draconicon said. “For now, though, I’ll let you pick. Your room or mine?” So, the time had come. Crisp looked at the dragon again. The headmaster stood there with one hand in his pocket and the other on his hip, looking down at him from the doorway. Staring up at a black dragon that was seven feet tall was intimidating enough, but staring at one that wore such a fancy suit and tie, who had a gold coat that shimmered with every movement he made and made you look at him, whose physique was just thick enough to suggest plenty of muscle, brought him up short. Any defiance that he might have had disappeared in that moment. He looked down at the bedsheets, thought about it, and shook his head. “Your room.” “Heh, don’t want this one to smell like sex yet?” “That’s one reason.” “I’m sure. Come then.” Draconicon’s room was right down the hall, with a bathroom between the pair of them. Crisp imagined that Kayla and Francis lived down the other hall, and wondered if they shared a room or had split bedrooms. That thought left his mind as he stepped into the dragon’s bedroom. A mirror was on the ceiling, various small chains hung from the walls, and a pair of ankle shackles were just barely visible from under the bed. The bedsheets themselves were comfortable enough in appearance, but he could tell that they were disheveled enough to have been displaced recently. And the smell in the air… Crisp grunted, covering his nose for a moment as he got used to the salty, musky smell that permeated the room. It wasn’t a stink like sweat or something like that, but more like the smell of sex. Heavy, hot sex that happened regularly, that filled the air with the chemicals and pheromones of two rutting beasts. And now, he was there to be part of that. “Mmmph…I was hoping…” “Hmm?” the dragon asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Nevermind.” He shook his head, huffing through his mouth until he got used to the heady, oddly sexy scent. “What do you want me to do?” “Well, first off, tell me this. Have you had much in the way of sex with others?” “Not as much as you have, from the smell of things.” “That’s fine. But what have you done? Mutual masturbation, or something a little more intense than that?” “…” “I can’t really tell you where to start until you tell me what you already know how to do, heh.” As the dragon waved him over, Crisp tried to relax. He expected it to be hard, and it was – but not quite as hard as he had expected it to be. Rather than feeling intensely stressed out as soon as he walked into the room, there was something in the air that made him feel at least a little aroused, a little okay with it…relaxed and…open… “Mmmph…” “Just let that scent work its magic. It’s not really magic in this case, more like a bit of chemistry, but either way,” the dragon said, helping him sit down on the bed. “Now, what have you done with other people?” “…Not much,” Crisp admitted. “Jerked off together…let someone touch me a bit, but didn’t get much from that. I…haven’t done a lot that’s not…you know…stuff by myself.” “That’s fine. That just means that you need to do a bit of learning before you can do a lot of stuff for other people.” “What if I don’t want to?” “Then you find a way to do stuff with other people that [i]is[/i] okay, instead of stuff that you really don’t like,” Draconicon said. “You agreed to the SSG thing, Crisp. I’m giving you some serious slack here, but I need you to meet me halfway.” “I’m trying…” “Well, for tonight, it should be a little easier,” the dragon said, getting back to his feet. “After all, I don’t expect you to know how to worship someone else right out of the gate, so we’ll start with something simpler.” “And what’s…that?” Crisp asked. “You getting your feet played with.” “…I don’t…I’m not sure we can –” “Remember how I said I had other magics?” the dragon asked, lifting one of Crisp’s heels off the ground. “Let me show you.” There was still a part of the wusky that wanted to protest to what was going on, to act out and try and take control of the situation again, but it was buried under the heavy scent in the room and what that was doing. It wasn’t like he was drowning in sex-stink, but rather that the smell of sex around him was…doing something to him. Relaxing him. Easing him down. Making him more…open-minded. He didn’t know how to explain it other than that, and it was enough to keep him at least a little hard. As the headmaster eased him back, encouraging him to lie down, Crisp went along with it. He blushed a little as his shoe was lifted off the ground, into the air, and the little red on his face was echoed through his clothing, leaving it more and more transparent until he was completely naked on the bed. As soon as he was exposed, the rubbery clothing pulling tighter to his body and framing him even better than nudity would have, he groaned, his hands curling into fists at his side. “This is…so weird…” “Heh, it’s going to get a little weirder.” “Mmmph…does it have to?” “This [i]is[/i] for me, Crisp. That means that I get to have what I want, regardless of how weird it is.” The dragon waved his hand along the wusky’s shoe. Unlike the other times that he had been around active magic, this time Crisp felt something. It was faint, barely there, but it was…warm, soft, bonding. He felt like there was something opening up, something that connected him to the dragon with that magic. Then it was gone, disappearing as he tried to hold onto it. He groaned, slumping back against the sheets – “Ah…” Only to feel something…rather different. He looked up again, staring as the dragon’s hand shaped his shoe. He watched as the odd, rubbery, transparent material molded itself around his toes, leaving gaps between them as the dragon shaped it. More and more, it folded itself around his feet, showing off the pads more, giving it less tread along the bottom, until it was nothing more than a transparent layer that was basically just painted along the bottom of his foot. “How…” “Remembrance-magic,” Draconicon said. “Usually it’s used to store things or summon them, but you can also use it to make something remember the shape of something else. I just encouraged your shoes to remember the shape of your feet, and they took on the new form as a result.” [i]Wow…[/i] “Alright, that should be good for that one. Let me just adjust the other one, and we’ll get started.” Started. Right. They were still going to be doing something kinky. Not just showing off, not just getting stared at, but actually doing something kinky. Crisp watched as his other shoe was molded into an invisible toe-sock, leaving him with both feet held in the air. The way that the headmaster stared at his soles, he knew that the dragon obviously had a foot fetish, and a strong one, but even knowing that, it felt…weird. Good, but weird. He looked down further as the headmaster fished his cock out of his pants, and it was nearly enough to knock him out of his lust-induced trance. His mouth hung open as he stared at that massive thing, his breath caught in his throat as he watched it bob out into the open. Fourteen inches of cock was more than he had seen on anyone before, and despite how tall the dragon was, it was nearly too big to imagine being on someone else. It slapped between his feet as the dragon held them at waist-height for himself, gripping the ankles as he slid forward, then back. Draconicon sighed. “Yeah, that’ll just about do. Good thing that these are so slick right now,” he muttered to himself. “Why are they…slick?” “I’m guessing a mix of rubber and sweat; the whole thing’s oozing as if it’s trying to sweat.” “I can’t feel it.” “That’s fine. Probably for the best. Now, try and study this; next time, you’ll have to give a footjob instead of just watching me fuck your feet, so, make sure you understand how this works.” Crisp nodded, looking down as the dragon started thrusting away. It was embarrassing to be used, yes, but there was something rather…intense about watching someone else holding his legs, making use of him, thrusting between his feet as if they were just another toy. The fact that the dragon was [i]so[/i] hard added to it for him, showing just how much pleasure that the headmaster was getting out of his feet. It made him feel…sexy. It made him feel good. His cock throbbed between his legs, boner twitching in his clothes and oozing pre-cum over his crotch and the bottom of his stomach. He’d need a shower after this, but he didn’t care. Crisp bit his lips as he watched that cock popping between his soles over and over again, curling his toes as he saw the foreskin pulling back, showing off the slick head before it was pulled over it again. The dragon’s grunts and growls, the obvious pleasure that he took from fucking a pair of feet surprised him. He was used to seeing that in porn, watching someone fuck a hole, but this…this was different. This was almost… Silly. Silly and perverted and hot, all rolled into one. He wasn’t the big pervert here, but the dragon could have used him for all kinds of kinks, and was choosing to fuck his feet. Crisp almost giggled at that, but throbbed all the harder. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. He barely resisted the urge to reach down and fondle himself, holding back by the skin of his teeth as the dragon kept thrusting away. Crisp could just make out the way that his legs would have to move in order to stroke the dragon’s cock properly with this, and when he realized that he was actually studying how it’d work, he was honestly surprised…and embarrassed…and aroused. His boner twitched – “Nnngh…MMMPH!” And then Draconicon came. The sudden spurt of white shot across the bottoms of his rubbery shoes, the heat kept at bay by the rubber stuff, and he bit his lips as he realized that he had gotten rather close himself just from watching his shoes and feet be used. He stared down at the mess at the bottom of his feet as the dragon released him, and shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe…did we really just…” “Yep.” “…Wow.” “You can go and get a shower if you want; I’ll put a few spells on your clothes so that they don’t get any worse off.” “I…well…” “Yes?” “Thank you,” Crisp managed to get past his clenched teeth. “I just…I never thought something like this would happen, and…you know…” “Heh, it’s new. I get it. You get a shower – fast as you can, considering you’ll probably be uncomfortable without the clothes – and I’ll get everything clean and order some delivery. We’ll eat in a bit, and you’ll probably feel better after that.” “Thank you. Again.” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b] Summary: Crisp continues his time in Docetri, and starts to get used to the idea of magic, though not so much the SSG stuff just yet. Tags: M/M, Foot Fetish, Shoes, Wolf, Husky, Hybrid, Wusky, Dragon, Draconicon, Docetri, Student, Learning, Footjob, Foot Fucking, Cum, Orgasm, Embarrassment, Cursed Clothing, Series,