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Perfecting the Princes

Part 11

For Engy

by Draconicon

Life was, if not good, then better than it had been for some time. Chris knew that he wouldn't easily return to the drones that were still waiting for him back in Equestria, and he had every reason to believe that his new 'master' would keep him close to home out of a lack of trust for what the Changeling 'Queen' would do if he ever managed to stay out of sight for long. Probably wise, all things considered. Chris still believed that he was due more than he was getting, and while he wasn't in any hurry to chase after it, he was keeping his eyes open for any and all opportunities to take more for himself.

Despite the fact that he'd been offered the chance to basically rule over Engy's growing harem, the stallion knew that this was more of a way for Engy to slide some of the responsibility for the harem off on someone else, give them the chance to manage it so that he didn't have to think about it. The chance to dominate a few females didn't really interest him when he was quite gay, and he didn't really care for the few others that were wandering around. If he was going to have a 'reward' with managing the harem, then he would need to push the master to do more.

And that would take time.

And effort.

And a great deal of manipulation if one came right down to it. He sighed, rubbing his forehead as he leaned over the bathroom sink, staring at himself in the mirror. He was sporting a slightly larger pair of hips now, and his shoulders were thicker, more manly, inspired by the sort of things that the yellow dragon seemed to like in bed. The fact that he was technically the bigger, bulkier of the two when he was like this didn't matter; Chris had still been on the bottom. Didn't mean he hadn't liked it, but...

Well, he would like more chances to indulge both sides. Maybe see if he could help the other dragon succumb to his own switch side, just to even things out. Engy's little incubus 'curse' had spread through him, demanding a great deal of attention, and while Chris's powers were weaker...

If I caught him off-guard...

The horned stallion looked himself in the eyes, his horn glowing slightly before he forced the magic back down. No, no. At the very least, not yet. Engy was still wary, and besides, he didn't know if his hypnotic powers were allowed to be used on the dragon. He had enough little safeguards here, there, and everywhere that there might be something that would keep the Changeling from using that kind of power on him.

But eventually, when the time was right...

Chris chuckled, looking down at the sink again. He really never changed, did he? First he wanted to take over Equestria, then he wanted to take over the other ponies in the Mane Six, and now? Now, he wanted to take over his master, despite having made a very fair contract with him. Deep down, past all the other changes that he had gone through, he was forced to admit that there was a part of him that just didn't want to change. It craved power, authority, and devotion from those around him. Without that, life just didn't seem to have the same luster to it.

Shaking his head, he stepped back from the sink, turning around and going back to the bedroom. Engy was sitting up again, the big-balled yellow dragon still naked, looking across the room at him.

"Chris."

"Master," he said with a small smile. "Something on your mind?"

"...A couple things."

"Like?"

"Like what's going to happen when you get bored."

"Oh? Are you scared of me, already?"

The Changeling put on the most disarming smile that he could manage, but he could already tell that it didn't mean anything to the dragon. He didn't bother pushing it, letting it fall off his face.

"Still don't trust me, do you?"

"Not in the slightest."

"That's a pity."

"You're a villain, Chris. I know that. I'm not stupid. I know that you're going to try and mess with me, and that you probably have all kinds of plans already in place."

That was probably a little paranoid, considering the fact that Chris had been warped, altered, and changed in very short order by both the stallions that the princesses had become in Equestria, and then everything else that had happened here. Figuring that the Changeling had already come up with that many plans was probably really overestimating his abilities, though he took it as a compliment.

Still, he probably would have had some plans already if it wasn't for the fact that Engy had been setting things up to scramble his brains every which way. Everything that he did ended up going back towards sex, feeding into the addiction that bubbled and boiled in his balls at all hours of the day. If he wasn't getting fucked or fucking someone, he just didn't feel right after a few hours. His balls, his needs, were always bubbling up and getting his attention, forcing him to focus on those rather than any long, complicated schemes.

Chris sat down at the edge of the dragon's bed, looking up at him with as much of a smile as he could summon. He tried to make it comforting. Genuinely, he tried.

"I know that you don't trust me...but you're going to have to trust something."

"I'm the one in charge, Chris. I have friends that I have to think about."

"And not your harem?"

"That's your job. And I need to know that you're not going to turn them against me."

He'd considered that, quite honestly, but after seeing the way that Vixen and Bitch operated, he had decided that wasn't really that good an option. They were too focused on what Engy had done to their bodies, on the needs that constantly burned through their minds. Sure, they were able to take their focus off that if they were given the attention that they craved, but...

But there was a serious issue there. Engy had transformed them, made them all but addicted to him, and then went off to find something else. They were left without much in the way of succor, without any real way of sustaining themselves, and Chris was well-aware that he could easily end up in the same boat. He cocked his head to the side as he looked Engy in the eye.

"So, what will it take for you to trust me?" Chris asked.

"Heh...glad you asked."

Engy pointed off to the side, and Chris followed his gesture. Sitting on the nightstand was a capped-off glass vial, one that shimmered with a white-gold light. It was clearly some sort of magical potion or other, and he imagined that it had been specially-brewed by the dragon pointing to it. He arched an eyebrow, looking back at his master.

"And what does that do?"

"It'll put you in the right state of mind to serve me."

"And you think that's something that I just want?"

"...I think that it's something that you should want."

"Uh-huh." Chris shook his head, sighing. "And is it going to turn me into something like Bitch and Vixen?"

"What do you mean?"

"Addicted to you."

"..."

That was the big thing that he was worried about. All kinds of other issues could be worked through, but if he was made to drink something that would leave him as nothing more than an addict to the dragon, then there would be a great deal of suffering in his future. Hell, he was confident enough in his power that he would be willing enough to drink a serum that was meant to control his mind and direct him to do different things, but if he was made an addict, then he would be addicted to someone that had a very bad habit of leaving his followers junkies, and then disappearing and leaving them high and dry. That was something that he knew that he wouldn't be able to deal with.

He leaned forward, resting his hands on the dragon's outstretched legs. Engy tried to pull back, but Chris gripped him that little bit tighter, pinning him in place.

"I want to know that you're not going to do that to me."

"...Why?"

"Because you're going to fuck me up. Hard."

"What's wrong with that, if you like it?"

"Oh, nothing wrong with that...if I actually get it."

"What -"

"Bitch. And Vixen."

"...Okay, I made some mistakes there, but come on. They're happy. Enough."

"I am not settling for 'happy enough.' Not when that means that you'll get bored and run off the minute that you're done with the transformation. You allowed this to happen, big guy. You allowed them to change me, and then send me here, and then you took it even further. Oh, you might have had a lot of fun up until now, a lot of fun with letting people run all over the place and changing them however you like. But now that I'm here? If you want someone to manage things for you, if you want this to be taken care of? You're going to start making some sacrifices, master."

"You realize that I could just make you take the potion, right?" Engy asked.

"You could...but that would make you cruel. And you don't want to be cruel."

And Chris knew that he was right about that. Engy had always pushed to be good, to be seen as someone that was actually somewhat reasonable, kind, and fun. There was no part of the dragon that wanted to be seen as someone nasty, someone that took control and was too mean about it. He always wanted it to be fun, always wanted it to be enjoyable.

And if that was going to stay the case, then Chris needed to take the potion willingly. He had to take it without being forced to.

"I want to know that you're not going to just leave."

"...I..." Engy sighed. "I don't want to do that, you know. I just...I just get so bored."

"That's part of the problem. Stick around, and you don't have to get bored."

"But I do! There's just...I change you guys, and then there's nothing -"

WHOOSH!

Chris poofed out of existence, the green fires of his magic consuming him, and when they faded, it was not a stallion, but a big, buff dragon that stood at the foot of the bed. He stood up slowly, running his hands up his chest, and then flexed. His muscles popped, poofing out, swelling to the point of looking utterly absurd.

WHOOSH!

Another poof of magic, and the dragon disappeared, replaced by a huge rat, someone that might have lumbered around and beaten down walls with his thick body. He grinned, flashing fangs that were as cocky and jerk-ish as one could imagine, looking like the perfect guy to push down and take control over.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Chris went through form after form before eventually coming back to his stallion shape. Engy was struck dumb, staring at him.

"I can be anything. That's part of being a Changeling, master. You aren't going to get bored with me. But I can get very frustrated with you if you decide to leave me hanging. Do you really want to do that when you have someone that's as good as what I do as I am?"

"..."

"I'll be willing to be your apprentice. I'll take that potion, and let it do what it does." And do my best to escape it later, true, but I'll take it. "But you...you have to be the kind of master that's worth serving. The kind that sticks around. The kind that actually uses me."

"...Or..."

"Or I'll make you be cruel if you want to trust me."

That was the ultimatum. He couldn't stop Engy, that much was very clear. He had never imagined that he could. Dragons were too strong to actually make them do anything, and the ones in this world were no different. They seemed to have power of mind and scent, of magic and might, and there was nothing that a mere stallion could do against that. All that Chris could do was bargain, throwing out the consequences of what it would take to actually make him bend the knee without actually giving him what he wanted.

No. In this case, it was far more that it was something that he needed. Without that assurance, without knowing that there'd be something for him in the future, he wasn't even volunteering for slavery. He was volunteering to be left destitute as soon as the dragon got bored with him. That would not just be a blow to one's pride. That was a blow to the very chance of having a good life.

The silence stretched out, and it was clear that Engy was wrestling with himself. He dropped his stare, looking down at his lap as Chris waited. The Changeling kept his mouth shut, no matter how much he wanted to argue his case. There was much that might be said, much that might be brought about. He could have said any number of things to try and hold the dragon's attention, to force him to see what was the obviously better choice, but he didn't. He'd said his part.

Finally, Engy sighed.

"I can promise this. I won't just...ignore you. We'll meet every day."

"Good."

"But I can't promise fucking every day."

"Oh, no, Master." Chris smiled. "That's my job. If I can't seduce you, that's on me."

"...Fair."

Sliding off the bed, the Changeling stallion went to the nightstand. The vial continued to glow, waiting for him to take it, and he lifted it up. The cork came free with ease, and - despite one last moment of misgivings - he tossed the vial back, swallowing the whole thing in one go.

No sooner had the potion gone down his throat than he felt a tingle running up from his guts. It started down in the pit of his stomach, then rose up like a flickering campfire, spreading through his middle. It warmed him just under his ribs, then up and along his spine before descending down his legs. It was almost like some of the lust spells that he had suffered over the last week or two, but it was gentler than that, something that felt more like a blanket resting over his skin.

"Turn around."

The master's voice grabbed him like a commanding pair of hands, turning him by the hips as his body obeyed without him commanding it. He blinked as he found himself facing the yellow dragon, and Engy blinked back.

"Holy shit, it works."

"Master?"

"Um...trance."

And just like that, Chris blinked, his eyes barely opening again to the halfway point. He stared through a bleary, hazy vision, his mouth falling slack and his shoulders and arms going limp. He felt like he was barely able to stand, and any attempt to speak failed. He just stared straight ahead, a hint of drool pooling at the corner of his mouth.

It must have been a control potion, some faintly-aware part of him thought, something to utterly dominate him in this moment. He might have felt offended if it wasn't for the fact that he was rather impressed at the sheer efficacy of the potion. It had taken effect so fast that he had no chance of mitigating it, and the fact that it was making him obey voice commands rather than anything else spoke volumes to just how good it was.

"Sit. Stare at me."

Chris did as he was told, making his way to the bed again with limbs that felt like they had been fully automated, taken out of his control and doing only when the master commanded. He stared right at his master, the dragon smiling back, his grin growing at about the same rate as his boner.

"Heh...hehehe..."

"Master."

"Yes. Um...lie down."

Chris did that, too, lying down and putting his arms over his head. The dragon moved between his legs, parting them. One scaly hand wrapped around the bottom of his cock, the other going for his sac and rolling it up and down. It was pleasurable. Very pleasurable, for that matter, considering that it was leaving him hissing and huffing under his breath as his cock started growing.

"Cock up."

And the stallion's cock went straight from half-hard to fully hard, slapping against his stomach. Chris groaned -

"Cock down."

And just like that, it went soft. Instantly. There was no delay, no slow deflation, just an instant drop.

"Cock up."

And then back up, throbbing, twitching, oozing pre-cum from the tip. So sensitive, so hard, so stiff. He huffed through clenched teeth.

"Cock down."

And just like that, back down again, throbbing no less, but with so much pent-up energy beneath the softness. Chris groaned under his breath, but didn't say anything. He couldn't say anything. He was entranced, buoyed on the master's command and the master's potion.

Engy leaned forward, the yellow dragon looking into his eyes. Chris stared back, unable to look away.

"Answer me honestly. Were you going to try and overthrow me?"

"Yes."

The answer was as robotic as one could imagine, though some part of Chris groaned as he realized how easily he'd answered that. There was no taking it back, though.

"I knew it. I knew it," Engy said. "Well, no more of that. You're not allowed. From now on, you are forbidden from plotting against me."

And it was like a wall went down inside Chris's mind, something that was taller and stronger than any other barrier that he had ever seen in someone's mind. He could not even try and think of plotting against the dragon. Even a hypothetical, something that might be done by some security guard trying to think like some enemy would, wasn't allowed to him. It was completely cut off from the rest of his mind, his brain just going blank when he tried, as if it had shut down and had to start again.

"Never, understand?" Engy reiterated, and Chris was pulled back to the moment. "You're never going to stand against me, never going to push me down. I'll-I'll still take care of you and the others, but you aren't going to stab me in the back. Ever. Understand?"

"I understand," Chris said in that same tranced, robotic tone.

"Good...good..."

"..."

"Oh, right. You can't talk until I tell you to," Engy said. "But, uh...just real quick, since I think that you're still aware in there."

Which was weird. Very weird. Every trance that Chris had ever pulled on other ponies and other individuals had left them completely unaware of what happened while they were under trance. This was...very different, feeling himself slowly getting transformed, warped, conditioned mentally the way that Engy wanted him to be. He was conscious of his changes, realized what he had lost, and...

Well, he was surprisingly okay with it. He put that down to the potion.

"I'm going to make you a good stallion. A good apprentice, actually."

"..."

"I think - I mean, I need to be more responsible. You're right. But that doesn't mean that I'm going to just take it when you start shouting at me, or being pushy, or...or that kind of stuff. I'm in charge, and I'm going to be in charge, and that means that you gotta listen to me."

And considering the potion currently running through the stallion's system, there was really no choice in the matter. He had to do what he was told, become what he was asked to be, and there was no stopping Engy from pushing it as far as he wanted. Chris -

"First. I want you to enjoy this."

Chris didn't mind. If anything, he...smiled, slightly. The Changeling knew on some level that wasn't what he had been about to think, about to feel, but the change happened so fast and so seamlessly that he had all but forgotten his grievances and worries before they actually happened. He smiled a little further as Engy leaned back, the dragon shaking his head as he fumbled about behind the pillows on the bed.

"Um, I want you to enjoy any transformation that I make you do. Anything that happens to make you different, that changes your body or mind, is going to make you horny. A little bit at a time, at first, but the more you change, the more aroused that you're going to get. Understand?"

"I...understand, master..."

"Good. You're changing right now. Changing to be a better servant. A better apprentice."

"Mmm...you're like me, master..."

Engy froze in mid-reach, slowly turning his head to face the Changeling again. Chris chuckled, but couldn't explain until -

"What do you mean?"

"You're like me...you need to be in charge. You don't feel safe without being able to do whatever you want to someone. You like it...feel better that way...feel like it's what you should be able to do. And that's why you're doing this to me. You want me to be safe, someone that you can play with, someone that enjoys it."

"..."

"I like it, master."

"Good. You - I want you to always like it."

"I always will, master."

It was partially the command, but partially something else. Seeing Engy standing up for himself, realizing this was what he was like, made the Changeling feel a little bit better. It was something that he understood, something that he had lived with all his life.

This...

This was what he could make work.

Engy shook his head, focusing his attention back on the stallion and bringing his hands to those big, heavy balls just between the Changeling's legs. Chris groaned under his breath as he felt his balls pulling down from their own weight, churning and rolling from the dragon's touch..

"Grow."

Chris did as he was told, huffing as he felt the new weight already pulling down between his legs, dragging at the base of his cock. Every little pulse, every new churn, only made the sac feel that much heavier, and his own needs that much hotter and needier.

Soon enough, his balls hung down to the bed below, spilling over and past the dragon's hands. Chris panted for breath, the command to be aroused by transformation making him that much more needy in that moment. His cock started rising again, throbbing and pulsing along his belly, pushing further up towards his chest.

Before the head could start swelling, Engy grabbed his cock right around the middle, near the medial ring. He squeezed, and Chris felt...something. Something bright, something powerful. The dragon took his hand away, and a shimmering golden band came into being, the color of his cock changing there to reflect the same color as Engy's scales. The dragon smirked, leaning in and brushing his own cock against the Changeling's.

"Mmm..."

"You're going to be a good stallion, aren't you?"

"Yes, master."

"You enjoy this. You enjoy having a fat cock that always wants attention. You love having big balls that are always full."

"Mmmph...yes, master..."

And he did, now. He did enjoy being a stallion. There was something more fun about it, something easier than being a simple little mare. He liked the feeling of his balls hanging low, the sensation of being some big, powerful male that was always able to show off. There was something inherently more eye-catching about the big horse cock between his legs than there had ever been with his ass, with his breasts, with his pussy back when he still had them. This...

This was better.

He moaned as the potent pleasure of the command rippled through him again, adding to the throbbing need between his legs. Engy grabbed their cocks together, and despite the fact that the dragon was a little bit smaller than the throbbing horse hard-on between his legs right then, Chris still loved the feeling. He arched his back weakly, pushing his cock up and against the dragon's shaft, giving him something to grind on. Big yellow balls pressed against his own black and green ones, pressing them together.

"Mmmmph..."

"You love this. You will always love being on the bottom. I'll make sure you get the others that you need, others to fuck...but you belong to me."

"I belong...to you..."

"You belong to me."

"I belong to you."

"And you love it."

He was made to love it, and that meant that he did love it. There was no difference in his mind. Chris spread his legs further still, offering his master the chance to fuck him from above, but the dragon pulled back, instead. He groaned, staring up at the ceiling until -

"Roll over."

Roll over. Yes. That was a command to follow. Chris did as he was told, eventually ending up on all fours, his cock and balls dangling down over the bed. The former already drooled and dribbled to the sheets, and he panted as he stared straight ahead, his eyes locked on the far wall of the bedroom as he felt the dragon rubbing his ass.

"You are going to be obedient, right?"

"Yes, Master," Chris said.

"You are going to do what you're told?"

"Yes, Master."

"You're going to love it."

That wasn't a question, but he answered anyway.

"Yes, Master."

"So long as you keep doing that...long as you don't try and mess with me...I'll be better. And you're good and grateful for this."

He was, both from the command and to see that the dragon was actually following through on something. Maybe he just needed the push to actually do something like this, or maybe it had been part of the plan all along, Chris didn't know. But either way, it meant that he was actually getting the kind of person in charge that he needed.

Chris stared straight ahead as he felt the tip of Engy's cock pressing between his cheeks, the potion keeping him from shivering. He hadn't been told to shiver, hadn't been told to do anything but roll over and get on all fours. But he felt the shiver, felt the need that was running down his spine and the way that his hole was already clenching and quivering for the chance to enjoy that fat dragon cock.

He stared straight ahead as the head bounced against his pucker, rolling against it, then pulling back. It smeared his taint with pre-cum on the way back up, those big dragon balls bouncing off his own pair, and then sliding back and doing it again, and again, and again.

Each time, he wanted to moan.

Each time, he remained silent, his cock doing all the aroused twitching that it wanted, slapping his belly and reminding him of how hard he could get. He wanted to cum, wanted to get that cock in his ass, wanted to serve his master.

And then, finally, Engy slammed in.

"Mmmmmm..."

It was a low, rumbling moan from the dragon, something that made it clear that he was loving the feeling of the stallion's ass, and the feeling was mutual. Chris felt his cock throb upwards at the feeling of the big fat cock spreading his hole open, and he felt his ass quiver as the dragon's hips collided with him. In, out, then right back in again, his hole drawing his master in with ease.

Engy started fucking him harder, faster, deeper, each thrust taking him forward and rocking him against the bed. He didn't think that it was just the commands to enjoy himself that made it feel so good, though that certainly helped. He had never been this hard in his life, and he knew that there were at least some hypnotic potion commands going on there.

But it was more than that. It was...it was the dragon actually enjoying himself, taking him, being powerful and strong in a way that he hadn't been before. It was feeling someone that was actually being a real dominant power over him that made it that much better.

With each thrust, Chris felt his orgasm coming closer and himself sinking further and further down into that happy, horny, obedient place that his master wanted him to occupy. The little part of him that had been scheming, plotting, and planning finally shut up, locked tight behind the barriers that the master himself had created in the Changeling's mind. It wasn't just that he didn't want to do it, or that he had been ordered not to. He was literally no longer capable of coming up with any reasons to defy his master, to fight against him.

And the pleasure...

Chris's face, the stoic expression painted on it, gradually fell. There was less and less of the hypnotized look and more and more the face of pleasure, the face of want, the face of need on the stallion. He moaned under his breath, and Engy ordered him to push back.

He did.

And then he did it again.

Freed to pleasure himself and his master, the stallion improved the ride, fucking himself back against that cock again and again, feeling it sliding in and taking him further on this ride. He moaned under his breath, huffed to himself, felt his hole stretching over and over and over again on that thick dragon rod. Every time that he hit the base, his ass cheeks jiggled, and every time that he pulled to the tip, he could feel his donut of a hole stretching out yet further, showing off his body's submission to the dragon behind him.

It only pushed his master to fuck him harder, of course. That was all right and proper, and he took it with all the eagerness of the slut that his master wanted him to be at that moment. He took it deep and happily, full and groaning with every passing second.

In, out, in, out.

In, out, in, out.

The stretching, the pulsing, the warmth: it all added up to a sense of bliss that he hadn't realized could come from being under the dragon, and yet, he should have. His master had ordered that he enjoy this...and so he was.

And he would, until his master told him to stop. Chris had a feeling that the master wouldn't order him to stop for a very, very long time.

The End

Summary: Chris ends up being brought in line more properly, and Engy takes full domination of the Changeling.

Tags: M/M, Transformation, Dragon, Changeling, Master/Slave, Harem, Series, Anal, Mind Control, Marking, Rut, Body Control, Rule 34, Rule 63, Chrysalis,