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Under Striped Feet Chapter 1: Seeing Blue For Bluedude By Draconicon

It was meant to be a discussion of hypnotism and magic, but somewhere along the line, things changed.

Draconicon wasn't sure just when the conversation stopped being about different techniques and possibilities. Perhaps it was after Azure had put his feet up somewhere into the conversation. Perhaps it had been when the skunk started to sweep his tail around in a slow, back and forth motion. Perhaps it had been when the iPod blaring through the speakers had quieted down to some strange droning sound.

In any case, something had changed, and the black dragon had gone from a kitchen stool to being slumped back on the skunk's couch, looking ahead towards a slowly swaying blue pendant, his eyes unable to look away from it as it swayed from one side to another.

"It's such a fascinating thing, hypnotism, wouldn't you agree, Drac? It's so quiet, so simple, so obvious a thing, yet it slips so deep into your mind without the slightest interruption if you're skilled enough at it. It's almost like a magic in and of itself, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yeah...I...I guess..."

"Don't worry. Just watch, listen, relax, and obey."

"Watch, listen, relax, and obey?"

"Yes. Start with watch, watch the pendant. Slowly swaying, back and forth, back and forth, like someone slowly wobbling towards bed. It's so steady, so relaxing, so slow for someone like you. You find the pattern and you just slip into it, watching the slow, slow sway of the pendant. Back and forth, back and forth, falling into the pattern, unable to stop watching. Watch it sway, watch it stop, watch it sway back. No need to look anywhere else. Just so simple to watch."

Draconicon would have dismissed it as blathering at one point, but it was strangely enticing at the same time. He was tired, anyway, so...why not just watch? He let his head bob side to side, almost at the same rate as the pendant, though it was hard to quite match it up. He had to pay attention.

He heard something like a chuckle, but he was probably imagining that.

"Mmm, yes, you understand watching. Now, what about listening?"

"Watching...and listening?"

"Don't worry. Just keep watching the pendant. After all, listening is even easier. All you have to do is let your ears stay open. All you have to do is let my words just wash over you. Gentle waves of sound, passing over your mind, each time sliding a little deeper. Like standing on a beach, watching the foam and feeling the water running over your feet. Listening is so easy, even easier than watching.

"Listen as the pendant sways back and forth, listen to the words rolling over your thoughts. It's so easy to just let them in, so simple to just watch the pendant, so simple to just listen to me."

It was simple. Very simple, actually, as the dragon found. He kept watching the pendant, though it was getting more and more difficult to keep his eyes all the way open. But he had to...didn't he?

The words kept washing over his brain, always bringing a soft, warm baritone to his mind, making it harder to keep it out. It was so soothing to listen to the skunk talk, and the soft reflections of blue light off of the pendant only made it feel better as he laid back, staring ahead at the swaying thing.

"Very good, very good. You're so good at watching, and you're even better at listening. Are you ready to move on to the third part?"

"Mmmph..."

"Watch and listen, Draconicon. Are you ready to move to the third part?"

Watch...listen...

"Yes..."

"Good, good. Every part is easier than the last, and just like listening was easier than watching, relaxing is even easier than listening. All you have to do is lean back. You don't have to do anything else. All you have to do is lean back."

Draconicon followed the suggestion, sighing as he let his body slump down against the couch. It was so soft, softer than usual, and he felt like he could just sink into the cushions completely, like the whole thing would just accept him and hold him, keep him warm and safe. His eyes closed, halfway to slits, just barely open enough to keep watching that pendant.

"Yes, you're a natural at this. Just relax, just let all that tension flow out of your body, running down from your head to your toes. Just relax, letting my words wash over you as you listen. Just listen, as you watch the pendant sway back and forth.

"Watch the pendant sway, counting out the timing to my words. Listen to my voice, feeling it nudge away your tension, washing it away. Bit by bit, taking it out of your head and shoulders, out of your arms and hands, out of your chest and stomach. Working its way down to your legs, down your thighs and calves, all the way down to your feet.

"Yes, with every word, every sway, you can relax that much more. With everything I say, you feel a little more relaxed. With every word I say, you feel another wave of relaxation washing down from your head to your feet. With every sway of the pendant, you feel another burst of relaxation, taking away all your tension."

It felt better than any massage the dragon had ever enjoyed in the past, and he sighed in bliss as he felt his body just slipping further and further into this wonderful state. He leaned back so far that his head lolled back, but the pendant never left his side. He could still see it, still hear everything.

It really was like magic. His body felt so limp and loose that he couldn't quite move, even if he wanted to. The only part of him with any feeling left were his feet, and even they were slowly tingling towards a strange numbness, the stress in them fading away as the skunk kept talking.

When the last of it faded, he let out a long, slow moan.

"You're so relaxed, now, so deep into your special place. You've mastered watching. You've mastered listening. You've mastered relaxing. There's just one more piece left. Do you remember what it is?"

"...O...bey..."

"Yes, that's a very good dragon. Obeying is the easiest one of all. You don't have to think, you don't have to do anything. All you do is hear the word and do it. No more considering, no more falling into all that tension. Just simple obedience. What are the words?"

"Watch, listen, relax, obey."

"Keep saying it. Whisper it to yourself, and never stop."

"Watch, listen, relax, obey. Watch, listen, relax, obey. Watch, listen, relax, obey. Watch, listen, relax, obey. Watch, listen, relax, obey. Watch, listen, relax, obey."

The words kept repeating in his head, over and over again, and the dragon slipped further and further from his awareness of the world around him. The light of the pendant faded, and even the words of the skunk slipped away. All that mattered was that soft mantra, that gentle need.

He kept repeating it for who knew how long, until he heard a whisper.

"Stop."

He did, staring up into the emptiness ahead of him.

"You are safe here, so safe that you don't have to worry about anything. Nothing can happen here that you don't want to happen.

"But there are so many things that you want that you never knew...Things that you hid from yourself that I'm going to tell you. Watch, listen, relax, obey.

"You are still yourself, but you have always had a fascination with me...always had a curiosity of what it would be like to be underfoot for a skunk master. You've decided to make this a week of experimentation. A week where you can see what you like. Watch, listen, relax, obey.

"You have always had a foot fetish, but you've always restrained it. This week, you will let it loose. You will show your full appreciation for the soles of other men, your mind running wild with ideas and fantasies, your submission rising with each successive sole that you see. Watch, listen, relax, obey."

The dragon slowly nodded to each command, feeling them becoming part of him, becoming true. He was too deep to think about them, but they felt right, they felt a part of him. They felt like he had really been in denial.

"You will obey me in all things, for this week. There will be no hesitation, only eager obedience. You are you, but you are mine. You are you, but you are mine. You are you, but you are mine."

He nodded. He was himself - and he would never be otherwise - but he belonged to the voice.

"Good dragon. Watch, listen, relax, obey...now, I'm going to count down from 100, and you will wake up..."

Draconicon shook his head as he pulled himself off of the couch, rubbing his forehead a couple of times.

"Ugh..."

"You awake out there, Drac?"

"Yeah, getting there. What happened? I thought we were just talking some stuff out, and then..."

He shook his head a few times. He knew that something had happened. He remembered there being feet involved at some point - though, admittedly, with his head as fuzzy as it was that might have been a fantasy - but there was something else, something...blue.

"Um, did you pull some sort of hypno-demonstration on me?"

"Heh, nothing gets by you. Get in here."

The black dragon was on his feet before he knew what he was doing, and was in the kitchen barely a minute later. He blinked. When did that happen? He had only just gotten to a sitting up position when -

"Hey, why are you wearing clothes?"

Draconicon blinked again, looking up at the skunk on the opposite side of the room. Azure was leaning back against a counter, the muscle-chub skunk looking down over the rim of his glasses, and the smirk on his face would have been a turn-on if there wasn't something obviously hidden behind it.

"What are you talking about? I wore them over here, and it's not like -"

"Come on, you don't remember what you were telling me, earlier?"

"I..." Draconicon rubbed the back of his head. There was...something, but... "Did I already talk about that?"

"You mean that fantasy of yours?"

"...Oh, fuck."

He blushed, the dragon hardly believing he'd actually gone that far. Yeah, he'd been thinking about Azure for a while, but more along the lines of how good a guy he was. A few different fantasies had come up over the last few days, yeah, but he hadn't thought he'd go so far as to tell him about them.

Or...

The dragon shook his head. It had probably come out under hypnosis or something. Well, now that the cat was out of the bag, was it really worth complaining about it? It could have been a whole lot worse.

"So, you know I had a few fantasies of...that, then, huh?"

Azure chuckled, nodding. The skunk turned around, and the dragon couldn't help but get a good look at the way those jeans hugged the skunk's ass. Or the fact that the skunk was going barefoot in the house rather than wearing socks.

Those feet were just...intense, though. He looked down at them, and felt his own cock rising inside of his jeans. It was pressing up against the front of his underwear in short order, and he rapidly worked to adjust it, pushing it off to the side. Part of being a dragon was being rather over-endowed compared to a lot of males, and it made for a rather difficult experience at times.

As his cock continued to harden, his eyes just felt like they were locked on those padded soles. They were just a bit shiny, looking like they might have been overheated or something. The toes flexed and the arches seemed to pop whenever Azure took a step, and he felt a...a very strong fantasy of them pushing down on his face.

He kept staring for almost a minute before he realized that the skunk was still talking.

"Sorry, I think I spaced out there. Do you mind -"

"Watch, listen, relax, obey."

The dragon blinked, going blank for a moment. There was...some sort of fog, but then it faded away.

When he looked around again, he realized that he was completely naked, and it felt a bit off. Hadn't he been wearing clothes just a minute ago?

No, no, why would he? He was here to play along with his friend, wasn't he? And now that they were both on the same page, why shouldn't he be naked? After all, that was his fantasy.

Draconicon still blushed as his cock throbbed, pushing upwards and over the edge of the island in the kitchen. He leaned forward a little, resisting the urge to grind on the cool surface.

"So, what kind of things did you have in mind for the week, Azure?"

"I think you might want to call me master, Drac."

"Hmm...Well, for the sake of fantasy, I don't mind doing that."

"Heh, then why don't you start that question over?"

The dragon felt his cock twitch a bit at the idea, and he smiled.

"What kind of things did you have in mind for this week, Master?"

"That's better. Well, I have a few things in mind, but let's start with the obvious thing." The skunk pointed. "That dick of yours...I think we need to do something about it?"

"Oh? Like what?"

"Like making sure that you're reminded of where you belong. Can you shrink it with your magic?"

"Well, yes, but -"

Watch, listen, relax, obey.

The words came from somewhere in the back of his mind. Draconicon blinked twice, but slowly nodded.

"Yeah, I can...do you really want me to?"

The skunk arched an eyebrow, but that was a clear enough message. Grumbling, Draconicon reached into himself for his magic, and concentrated it down on his cock.

As it shrank down from its footlong length, he kept his eye on his master to determine when it was short enough to be considered proper sized. Down to ten inches, but the skunk kept staring. Down to nine, and Azure cleared his throat. Bit by bit, it shrunk down, pushing down to eight, seven, before finally stopping at six with a nod from the skunk.

He blushed as he looked down at it. Compared to the old length, it looked positively puny, though it throbbed all the more needily. It felt like all of his nerves were jammed inside of the shaft, like everything was concentrated down to fit the tinier size.

"I'm glad that this is good enough, Master."

"Hmm, not quite. I think I want to keep you 'eager,' too. So, how about you wrap a chastity spell around that thing, too?"

"A chastity..."

The dragon groaned a bit, feeling those words coming up in the back of his head. There was something ever more familiar about them, but he couldn't quite place his finger on it. At the same time, he knew that there wasn't an unrealistic quality to that demand, and there was a fantasy about being at the mercy of another that way...

"Fine."

"Fine?"

"Fine, Master."

He wrapped his magic around his cock, and felt it 'seal' itself away. It wasn't numb, precisely, but there was a wall in the back of his head, now. It was a spell that he'd used once or twice before, and it would work as a way to keep him from being able to push past the edge towards orgasm. No matter how hard he tried, no matter what sort of things he put down on his cock, it would stay hard, and it would keep him needy.

This is going to be a very long week, he thought, particularly if he wants to keep me on edge the whole time.

He looked up just as Azure walked over to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"Don't worry, Drac. This is all part of your fantasy, isn't it? Getting yourself under my feet, happy to submit to my control...it's just what you wanted."

"Yeah, just...a little more embarrassing than I expected."

"Oh, my friend, you haven't seen anything yet."

"...How hard are you going to go?"

"Let's just say that you'll be tested."

Day 2...

The dragon had been under the control of the skunk for a good twenty hours, and he was starting to feel it.

Not that it was bad, being completely hard and completely naked, he supposed, but at the same time, he was definitely starting to notice how his thoughts were turning sexual all the time. He groaned as he walked through the skunk's empty house, waiting for the Master to get home, and all he could think of was how much foot porn he'd been looking at.

It wasn't like he had been forbidden from some stuff while Azure was at work, after all. Particularly as he had gotten all the chores done. Magic made for easy cleaning, and he had some food on the range, waiting for the skunk to get back. It left him rather bored, though, and he ended up trying to at least occupy himself, even if he couldn't cum.

Magic worked as a browser in and of itself, so he'd sat on the couch, surfing images of hot furs. He'd started out with some other dragons, thinking of how they might be under his feet, but something had changed.

Watch, listen, relax, obey.

That. That was the phrase that had popped into his head, and his searches had become ever more specific until he found himself staring at the feet of older, mature skunks. There were image boards of all sorts of soles out there - he should know, having been quite the connoisseur of them in the past - and he found four of the big skunk soles. And he'd spend the past hour stroking himself to them, panting as he imagined those slick soles pressing against his face, their musk sinking into his nose.

His fantasies had run wild, pushing him to imagine licking their feet clean, of using their soles as his plate, of licking them and nuzzling them until their scent stuck to his cheeks like some sort of mark of ownership. His free hand had gone down between his ass cheeks, fucking himself with his fingers as he imagined them ramming him hard, and -

Draconicon could feel himself dripping, and he had to hold a hand under his cock to keep from making a mess as he remembered the hour-long edging session. He was still so wound up, and he could still imagine what Azure would do when he got home.

Please, please, please have had a decent day and be a horny skunk, he begged whatever might have been listening. I don't think I can take this if he decides that he's not in the mood for something.

CLICK.

The front door was opening, and Draconicon immediately stuck his head out around the corner. A suited skunk stepped in, the blue pendant quite visible on the outside of it, and he smiled.

"Welcome back, Master."

"Heh, you know, I don't think I'm going to get tired of hearing that."

"Don't get too used to it. This is just for a week."

"Oh, we'll see. You might end up liking it too much."

"I don't know about that. I'm starting to miss the ability to cum."

"We'll work on that. Living room."

Just like always, his body started moving before he could stop it, almost like it had anticipated the order before it was given. He met the skunk there, the chubby dom taking a seat and putting his shoes up on the coffee table in front of the couch. He turned his head back, sniffing the air.

"Heh, did my dragon start jerking off or something?"

"In my defense, I finished my chores, and I was bored."

"Didn't cum, of course."

"Of course not. You made that rule."

"Good. Now, why don't you take my shoes off for me?"

He shrugged, reaching down to the shining black shoes. The slim laces came apart easily enough, but as soon as the shoes were off, the thin, black work socks that the skunk wore were on display, and the dragon's eyes went wide as he stared at them.

They clung to the skunk's soles completely, damp enough to have taken on the exact shape of Azure's foot. The toes were outlined as if the sock were painted on rather than simply worn, and he could see every little bit of fuzz and wrinkle on the bottom of the skunk's foot.

His erection got that much harder, and he groaned as he squirmed a bit. All those feet seen through his magic hadn't been this sexy, and his breath caught in his throat.

"Hehehe, something wrong, little dragon?"

"I'm just..."

"You're enjoying your fantasy, aren't you? Don't worry. I'm here to help with that."

One of those socked soles pressed against his face, smearing some of the sweat from inside against his scales. The dragon shivered, pressing his cock down until it was locked between his thighs, not daring to leave it up and spurting pre the way it wanted.

The other foot pressed against the other side of his face, grinding against his cheeks until the musky smell threatened to overwhelm him. He felt his tail slowly rising up along his back, buttons of submission being pressed harder than he expected, and he wiggled his hips a bit to try and ignore the puckering feeling under his tail.

Azure patted him with one foot, and then presented his toes.

"Pull the sock off with your mouth, slave. Don't worry. It's strong enough not to rip, as long as you don't use your teeth."

Oh god, he thought. The smell was strong enough, making it difficult for him to think normally. If he started tasting it, he wasn't sure where he was going to end up.

"You gotta be -"

Watch, listen, obey, relax.

He groaned, but when he opened his eyes again, the wet tip of the sock was in his mouth, and he was slowly pulling his head back. It looked like some silky piece of taffy was being pulled off of the skunk's foot, the way that he was working.

And the taste.

Draconicon moaned despite his best efforts, feeling the taste of the skunk's foot washing over the inside of his mouth. The sock was stained with sweat and the heat of the day, and it was warm against his lips as well. The tiniest little suck pulled some of the taste out of the socks, and when he leaned back, his cock popped back out from between his thighs, dribbling and dripping.

"Nnngh...you...god..."

"I wouldn't call myself a god. Just think of it like a different type of magic."

"So...horny..."

"It's just been one day, Drac. It's going to get much stronger."

"Not...fair..."

"Heh, I'd call it exactly fair. Now, come on, do the other one."

He nodded slowly, reaching out to the other foot. He was able to get that sock off a bit easier, though the end of it flipped back up and covered his muzzle when he pulled back. He groaned as the scent felt like it was burying him in musk, and he barely was able to put it down without reaching down for his cock.

The paws pressed against his face, trapping him against the edge of the coffee table as they slid along his cheeks and his snout, rubbing against him like a doormat.

"You can stroke if you like."

Just like that, Draconicon's hand went down to his erection. It was so much smaller than his old one that his hand covered it completely, and the dragon couldn't entirely stroke with his fist. All he could do was use two fingers, rubbing around the head as he groaned and sniffed, and soon started licking.

Up and down, left and right his tongue went along those soles, dragging the sweat into his mouth and cleaning them up. He shivered as the musk hit him from a point of scent and taste, dragging him further and further into a submissive state.

He sucked on the skunk's toes, dragging his lips up and down the biggest of them in imitation of a blowjob, and he couldn't stop himself from panting as he humped his own hand from the taste. The idea of humping them filled his mind, but he was too far down, too deep in his own need to be able to say - or even do - anything but what he was told.

At some point, he found himself under the feet properly, his head on the floor and the soles rubbing along his face. The dragon groaned, shivering as he found himself getting dragged into the scent, his mind going bit by bit.

"That's it, little dragon. Just enjoy yourself, and sleep..."

Day 3...

"You've gotta be kidding me, Master."

"Well, at least you didn't forget the title this time."

Draconicon groaned. It was burned into his head, now. Every time that he talked to the skunk, he had to use the word 'Master.' There was no more 'Azure' in his head, either. It was just 'Master.'

Still, he could at least question things. Like this whole idea.

His Master held out a toy to him, something big and thick and with just enough weight to it that he could tell there was some sort of vibrator inside of it. There'd be no getting away from the thick heft of it, either, as the whole toy was probably about ten inches long and as wide as the Master's cock.

"You want me to put this in, and then go into the store? There's no way that I can do that, Master."

"Well, I think you'll find that you will. After all, it's an order."

Another groan slipped past his lips, particularly as he knew that an order couldn't be defied. Indeed, he was already moving to fulfill it, and he honestly wasn't sure if it was because his body was bowing to Master's whims or because he'd simply stopped fighting it.

Either way, he blushed. They were in the parking lot of the grocery store, and even though they were all the way in the back and no one was around, he was absolutely embarrassed about pulling down the back of his pants and exposing his ass to anyone that might pass by the car windows.

His Master pulled his tail up, and after spitting on his hole, started working the toy in. Even through the embarrassment, the dragon groaned, his toes curling - there were no shoes allowed for him - as the toy worked its way further and further into him. It stretched him open a good way, and he panted as it finally bottomed out, a rounded knot at the base keeping it from popping back out.

He yanked his pants back up as soon as he could, making sure that nobody else had seen anything.

"Okay...okay, so, the list, Master?"

"Heh, yes. Here you go, Drac."

The skunk handed it over, and the dragon flicked his eyes over it. Not too bad, to start. Some ointments and lotions, some clothes - jockstraps for him, it seemed, as well as some work socks - and some snacks...

Then he reached the bottom, and he groaned.

"Why, Master?"

"Because I want to see how well you can handle yourself. And besides, if you can avoid getting kicked out of the store, I'll give you a reward."

"...Fine, Master."

He got out of the car, shaking his head as he made his way down the hot concrete towards the front door of the big store. He grabbed a cart - getting a weird glance for his lack of footwear from one of the security folks - before turning into the shop proper, making his way down the different aisles.

It didn't help that it was sandal season, either. Flipflops and other such shoes were around in abundance, and every time that the dragon came up behind someone, he felt his eyes drop down almost immediately, foot watching in the way that other males might have been ass-watching.

This is not fair, this is not fair...gonna get him for this when the week is -

The dragon felt a sudden buzz through the toy, and his back went ramrod straight. His cock throbbed up to full erection, pressing against the front of his pants, and he shivered as he felt it starting to ooze a bit.

That's...a crap ton...stronger than I thought it'd be.

The buzzing only lasted for about ten seconds, but it was ten seconds of pleasure that nearly made him fall over. Only locking his knees and pretending to be looking for a specific type of cheese kept him from losing it completely.

When it stopped, he took advantage of it and started running as much as he could. He kept his eyes on the list, trying to block out everything else, and for a while, he was successful. Draconicon made his way through the store by keeping his eyes only on the list and the shelves for more than half of it, and soon, he had everything that he needed. Including jockstraps for himself, for some reason, but that was something he'd deal with.

The problem, however, was the last item.

2 pairs of flipflops, for me, and 1 for you.

"Why didn't you just say to go and jerk off in the middle of the store, Master? It'd be easier."

He grumbled, trying not to sweat in nervous anticipation of what he'd be doing. The shoe section was at the very back of the store, which was something to be thankful for, but at the same time, it meant he would have to -

BZZZ!

The dragon slumped forward on the cart, biting his tongue to keep from moaning out loud. His smaller cock - now feeling like it was in a very spacious set of clothes rather than tightly constrained as before - throbbed and bounced, the head grinding against the front of his roomy briefs in a way that it never had before.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Slowly, the buzz faded away, and he panted as he pulled himself up again. He waved off a couple of customers that were looking at him like he'd been hurt and turned the cart away quickly. Better not to let them see the way that the crotch of his jeans were soaked from his pre.

Soon enough, he reached the back of the store, and he immediately set to looking for the flipflops. He tried to keep his eyes closed, his eyes on the shelves...

But then he turned the corner, and he stared.

Five different guys - two skunks, a wolf, an otter, and another dragon - were all walking down the aisle, trying on different pairs of flipflops, their bare soles pressing against the fabric and on display to him from all sorts of angles.

Oh god, oh god...

The dragon's mind was already going wild, particularly with the omnipresent foot smell that came from this section of the store during summer. His cock throbbed in his pants, dripping pre without the slightest bit of touch, and he felt his imagination running full speed ahead.

The blue dragon's feet would probably cup his balls perfectly, giving him a spot to thrust against so pleasurably.

The otter would probably be wet and wild, his feet soft and musky for the dragon to lick clean.

The two skunks would probably keep him pinned underfoot, perhaps one of them toe-ing his asshole to tease him properly.

Even the wolf would likely dominate him, keeping him pinned with one foot on his head while fucking him up the ass.

Draconicon sat down hard at the end of the aisle, pulling the cart close to hide his bulging crotch and soaked jeans, shivering as he tried to get hold of himself. This was getting out of control, and his urge to cum wasn't making this any easier. The chastity spell was hitting him pretty hard after two days, making him feel sluttier and sluttier as the days went on.

His phone rang, and he shook as he answered it.

"Hello?"

"Having a good time in there?"

"I'm losing my mind. Five people barefoot in the shoe section."

"Heh, good. I was hoping my friends would make it. The coupons probably sealed the deal."

"Master...why?"

"Oh, just seeing if you can make it...plus we both know that you love the humiliation."

"Ugh...Master..."

"Don't worry. Just grab a couple in the right sizes and you can leave. Or, you can stay and enjoy the eye candy...your choice, slave."

The phone clicked off, and the dragon braced himself just in time for another hard buzz from the toy up his ass. He leaned forward, his cock throbbing so hard. If it wasn't for the chastity spell, he probably would have soaked his pants then and there, cumming hard from the whole thing.

He barely resisted the urge to reach down and stroke himself through his pants, despite being in a public place. The dragon slowly pulled himself to his feet when the buzzing stopped, and took one more look down the aisle.

The urge to throw himself to the ground and worship those soles was almost overpowering. The idea of it kept him dripping, and his cock had never been harder.

Maybe...the bathrooms...

But even that limited privacy was probably too much to hope for. Not to mention that they probably wouldn't want some strange dragon worshiping their feet, even if they were Master's friends.

Draconicon shakily walked down the aisle, reaching for a pair of flipflops, and then getting another. He was about to reach for the third when the toy went off again, and he slipped, falling to the ground.

The otter walked over to him, squatting down with slick soles so close to his face...and Draconicon couldn't help himself.

1 hour later.

The dragon's face was as red as it could be as he walked back to the car, putting the goods in the back before sitting down in the passenger seat. Master looked up from a book he was reading - something about pressure points and massage - and chuckled.

"Fun times?"

"I just...got fucked hard...Master."

"Oh, I see some of my friends were quite eager to take up the offer."

"You could have told me, Master."

"I could, but it was more fun to see you blushing and squirming. Some great material on that recording; looking forward to getting a copy. Anyway, back to the house. And for not getting kicked out, I think you're owed a treat. Pick a restaurant, and we'll get take-out."

"...Thanks, Master."

"No problem, Drac. Now, sleep..."

The dragon drifted off in the seat, hearing some music starting to play from the car radio. Some sort of music with a surprisingly warm, soft baritone that sounded so familiar while at the same time sounding entirely new. Little words popped out here and there - jockstrap, slut, needy, horny - but they all faded before he could recognize what they were.

It didn't matter. He was exhausted, anyway, or at least, that's how he felt. He drifted off with the words whispering in his ear, and the Master chuckling at his side.

The End