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The Order of the Black Foot

Arc 1, Chapter 4

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By Draconicon

Once one got used to the stink, the gnoll caves weren't that bad. The smell even reached the point of being a little appealing after a short time, though that was partially due to the fact that Draconicon had reached the point of being as blue-balled as it was possible to be. He stared at the stone ceiling of his cavern, and he grumbled under his breath as he fought the urges that were bubbling up from the depths of his imagination.

They want it, of course.

He made them want it, to some extent.

You could have your fun without any problems.

But it would take forever to get what he wanted.

They are willing to go as long as you want.

But the kobolds, at least, didn't know what they were asking for.

The dragon's thoughts chased each other like dogs and cats, and his cock continued to throb against his belly as he glared at the ceiling. He could hear the monsters - the creatures - the whatever they wanted to call themselves wandering through the caves, the gnolls looking for more fun, the kobolds doing what they could to stay out of the way of the gnolls, and -

"Excuse me, Master."

Harendra. He turned his head to the side, looking at the small kobold standing in the effective doorway for his cavern. He waved, and the kobold stepped inside.

"Excuse me, Master. Are you busy?"

"Not at the moment."

"Then could you come with me?"

"Is something wrong?"

"It might be."

That was enough to get him upright. If Harendra had been more of a 'normal' person, someone that had grown up intelligent, then he might have thought that this was a game or anxiety that was keeping him from getting a clear answer. As it stood, it was more likely that the AI hadn't determined what was important or not just yet. It was still only a few days old, effectively, and that meant that it was still struggling to find a way to put proper terms to things. Even though it was far faster, far more intelligent about it than it had any right to be, it was still learning.

The kobold led him through the caves, around several corners and a couple of rutting couples. The gnolls had taken to fucking each other in every possible turn in the caverns, hoping to catch him off-guard and entice him into the coupling. So far, it hadn't worked, but as he walked past them, his already-throbbing cock throbbed that much harder. The huffing female watched, grinning, hoping, but he ignored her and kept following the kobold.

The sound of the male on top of the gnoll being kicked away confirmed that it was nothing more than a weak attempt at sexual entrapment.

"What's happened?" he asked.

"You should see."

"Is someone hurt?"

"Well...no..."

They rounded the corner, and Harendra's odd confusion was finally explained.

Not only were two kobolds fucking a male gnoll - and doing it rather well, for that matter, despite their smaller cocks - they were doing it over a dog adventurer, one that had been snagged and pulled in. The gnoll got to fuck the dog, and the two kobolds celebrated over the gnoll by using him.

Of the four of them, the only one that was arguably not having a good time was the dog, and that was more because he was hard to make out between the other three than because he was actively complaining.

"When did this happen?" the dragon asked.

"They found him while they were out exploring, looking for supplies," Harendra explained. "He attacked the gnoll, and we helped. The gnoll managed to knock him down, and then said that he owed us."

"And this is him paying the favor back?"

"No. The favor felt wrong. This is just a celebration."

"Why?"

"Because...we won."

It took a moment for him to understand, but he did, eventually. The monsters were always being knocked down, beaten, broken beneath the adventurers out there. He remembered when he had seen them try to take him down, and how it had gone badly for them. It was...well, not an encouraging thing when you were part of a species that was made literally for the sake of being killed by others.

But they hadn't lost this time. They'd won, and they'd done it, by the sounds of it, by working together.

It was a good thing. A very good thing.

As the fucking continued, though, he couldn't help but notice something. He hadn't had the chance to compare the adventurers side by side with his new supporters before, but this presented a golden opportunity. He opened their sheets.

Reading the dog's name - Hugo - he quickly scrolled down, down, down the sheet, looking at how it compared to the sheets of the kobolds and gnoll over him. They both had stats, they both had skills, they both had an inventory -

But there, there at the bottom. Hugo had a field that was marked as 'Guild', while the kobolds were simply limited to 'Faction.' They were marked out as something completely different from the adventurers, even there. And they were called 'Monsters'.

He shook his head. That felt wrong. Unfair, at the very least.

The kobolds came at that point, pulling back, their wet cocks sliding out of either end of the gnoll that they'd been dominating. He pulled back, rutting Hugo from behind for a few more seconds before reaching the end of his endurance, and pulled out, as well. The brown-furred hound groaned, huffing, panting where he lay, and he didn't get up.

He did, however, turn his head. He fixed his eyes on the dragon, and they went wide.

"So...so it's true..."

"I'm afraid you're going to have to elaborate with that one," Draconicon said.

"There's a new...new monster...out here."

"Well, I wouldn't call myself that."

"Nnngh...who wrote your lines? They're shit," Hugo grunted, slowly starting to push himself up.

No sooner had he gotten his hands under him properly, however, than Harendra stepped forward. The kobold kicked the dog's hands out from under him, sending him falling back to the ground.

"Nnngh! What...you little..."

"Show some respect! This is the Master, here. Our Master, and yours, too."

"Heh...I'm going to wring your little -"

Even as Hugo started reaching for the kobold's throat, the cum-stained gnoll grabbed him by the throat. The dog gasped, choking as the spotted, thick-shouldered male pulled the adventurer up to a kneeling position, all but choking him out right then and there.

"Don't talk...to my scale-boys...like that..."

"Ugh...uck..."

"Let him go," Draconicon said.

The gnoll obeyed immediately, though not without some annoyance clear on his face. As Hugo hit the floor, though, the black dragon was rather surprised at the way that the gnoll was so willing to stand for the honor and safety of those that he had considered food only days before. Something had changed during their time together. Something had lifted.

Maybe it was the way that they were forced to behave, or maybe it was the way that they were finally getting to know each other outside of the enforced behaviors that had dominated their lives before. Either way, they were certainly more cooperative.

And it wasn't just a surprise to him, either. Hugo looked back and forth with the eyes of horror. Clearly, this wasn't the way that the world was supposed to work, not from his point of view. The monsters were supposed to be dumb. They were supposed to fight each other. They were supposed to be easily beaten by people like him.

Apparently, Amarantha hadn't had the chance to really get his message across just yet. He stepped forward, shaking his head as he pulled Hugo back to his feet. The hound's armor appeared piece by piece, probably done through the same menu that held his character sheet. Draconicon realized that he could stop it, strip the dog again, but allowed it instead. There was no need to humiliate him further. Not yet.

Hugo panted as their eyes met, the dog shaking his head. He reached for his blade, only for the entire corridor to pull their weapons first. Daggers, swords, spears, and more pressed to the sides of the adventurer's throat.

"Impossible," Hugo muttered. "Fucking impossible..."

"Not even close," Draconicon said. "And if you don't want to see something really impossible, you want to get the hell out of here. Now."

"You think that you can fight the guilds? We'll bring you down."

"And you said that my dialogue was bad."

"...You...what the hell..."

"Heh. You think that I'm just part of your little game, don't you?"

"...You...oh gods..."

The hound was doing something, probably reaching for a way to disappear. Draconicon shook his head, going through the canine's options. It was easy to find the item that the dog was trying to use, and he tapped it with a thought, making it appear in his hands. He held up an amulet, gold and brown, and dangled it from a finger.

"Looking for this?"

Hugo's eyes went wide, and his mouth fell open. He stumbled backwards, falling back against a wall. His head whipped left and right, obviously searching for an escape route through the assembled gnolls and kobolds.

There wasn't one. Draconicon had made sure of that.

"Now, as long as I've got your attention, let me tell you something," he said, stepping forward with one hand behind his back and the other holding the amulet. "There's going to be some changes here."

"C-changes?"

"Yes. I'm going to change how this little world works. Morphus, such as you knew it, is done."

"..."

"The monsters that you hunted are neither dumb nor malevolent without cause, and yet, you slaughter them without mercy, without reason. I'm going to stop that."

"They're made for that! They're just -"

"Ah. I didn't say that you could speak. You are to listen, Hugo. And I will see to it that you do, if you don't shut up. There are ways to change you, do you know that? There are ways to alter you, and you will not like it."

The hound fell silent, his mouth clenched shut. His breath came harsh and fast, and he kept looking around.

But he listened, and that was the important thing.

"Whatever reasons you had for hunting them, that's done. I'm not going to tolerate that. And since I have to do something before I leave, I'm going to change things so that they work better for everyone, not just you...adventurers."

"But -"

"Last warning. One more interruption..."

"..."

"Good. Now, here's what's going to happen. You and your Guilds are going to find a way to make room for one more."

"..."

"Good. You're listening. You're going to make room for one more. A Guild of the ones that you call 'monsters.' They're going to have the same rights to play and compete as you do, and you will give them the same sort of rights at the table as you have."

The hound opened his mouth, then closed it again. Draconicon allowed that; after all, no sound had come through.

"You'll stop hunting them, or you will start hunting each other. Either you all have the right to go unmolested, or none of you have the right to go without fear of murder."

"...It's...murder to you?" Hugo asked.

"Heh...it's killing. And killing without consent, without reason, is nothing short of murder."

"..."

"Do you understand?"

"I...you...but there's no such guild. There's never been a guild of monsters."

"I'm going to start one."

"Impossible."

"Quite possible." He smiled, tossing the hound his amulet. "And you'll see just how possible that is. Leave, if you want."

Clearly, Hugo wanted that quite badly. Draconicon barely got his permission out before the hound disappeared. He shimmered for a moment, then went transparent, then disappeared, all in the space of a single breath.

The cluster of kobolds and gnolls had grown throughout the conversation, and Draconicon counted thirty of the former and ten of the latter gathered around him. Some of the latter were females, and were huffing, growling in protectiveness of their home and, again to his surprise, of the little kobolds around them.

Harendra shook his head.

"Will he be back, Master?"

"Probably," the dragon admitted. "But he won't like what's waiting for him. In the meantime...I need to have a think."

"Master?"

"Yes?"

"Can I try and do what they were doing with you?"

He groaned under his breath. He'd almost forgotten about his hard-on in the last few minutes, but the question brought his attention right back down to it. Having a waist-high kobold grabbing him around the base of his dick didn't make that easier, either.

The others were staring at him just as hungrily, however, and he knew that he wasn't getting out of this without doing something. Better Harendra than the voracious rest of his supporters.

"Fine. Come along."

They hustled through the halls, eventually returning to his quarters. Some of the others tried to follow, but a gesture and Wall of Stone spell prevented them from coming through. He sat down on his bed, and Harendra knelt before him, the smaller male looking up at him with a big smile on his face.

"Why are you so happy?" he asked.

"Because...I don't know. It feels good."

"Heh, even though I'm the one getting it?"

"I am learning. We are learning," Harendra admitted. "But we are learning that it can feel good to do things for others."

The kobold's hands were quite small, and he needed both of them to wrap around the sheer size of the dragon's cock. Having a shaft that was as thick around as his own fist meant that there were not many that were capable of taking it without some extra modifications - or flat-out cheating the system, really - but hands were nice. And he reluctantly admitted that there was something about having someone this much smaller than him doing it that made it rather...interesting.

He huffed under his breath, breathing slowly as the kobold ran his hands up and down, each stroke going from the base to the tip, and each time taking quite a while to get there. It felt good, very good, but he could already tell that orgasm was a very long way off.

I should not have touched those numbers without understanding them better, he thought. Constitution being stamina...and this being tied to orgasm...

There was a reason that he had been blue-balled to hell. He couldn't actually jerk off any longer, and he hadn't wanted to give in to the various temptations that his followers had offered. Even this, nice as it was - and it was better than his own hands by some way - was still going to take forever.

He closed his eyes, trying to focus purely on the pleasure and nothing else, seeing if he could keep his mind on the feeling of those small, scaly fingers going up and down his cock. He could feel them at the base, making their way to the tip, could feel the claws teasing around the spot just under the head of his shaft, and then going back down. Up, down, up, down, sometimes tugging his balls, but it was mild, too mild to get him off.

He leaned back, staring at the inside of his eyelids as Harendra picked up speed, stroking him harder, faster, dragging at his cock and pumping it hard. The kobold had pulled it down, and he imagined that the little guy was staring right down the urethra. Not a bad view, but hardly something that was going to get him off. He groaned, rolling his hips slightly.

The licking started then, but even that wasn't going to be enough. The little curious laps around the head, followed by firmer ones that were meant to tease him and make him leak more, just kept him hard.

This was going to take forever.

He eventually gave up an hour in, asking Harendra to stop. The kobold seemed a bit disappointed, but listened when he was asked, and hurried out when the dragon dropped the stone barrier. He raised it again before anyone else could step in, and laid down, ignoring the throbbing and the tense, tight, twisting feeling in his balls. It was not pleasant in the slightest.

Gonna need to do something about that...

As he grumbled about his own blue balls, he imagined what would happen next with the various monsters that he had to deal with. It was all well and good to try and raise them up and give them their own guild rather than just a faction, but he honestly had no idea of how he was going to do that. Sure, they were starting to work together, and doing it well, but that didn't mean that they were a united group.

At least, not without him...

Not without me...

He tapped his chin. One thing that the guilds seemed to have was something to unite them. From what he had seen, it was some combination of name, symbol, and motto. They clung to the symbolism heavily, almost like it was their identity, and perhaps, in some cases, it was.

Now that he put his mind to it, he realized that the kobolds and gnolls had nothing of the sort. They had their leaders, yes, and they had their little clan, but they weren't given that same sort of unifying feeling behind them. It felt like any kobold clan could be the same as another, just for the fact that they were both kobolds and they didn't have anything else to mark them apart from the other creatures around them. The same could be said of the gnolls, and he imagined that the other 'monsters' were just as ill-treated.

"Hmmm..."

But if he gave them something...even if it meant that they were still attached to him...then that offered a possibility. It would mean that it wouldn't just be kobolds under him, nor just gnolls. It would mean that they'd be something different than mere 'monsters' in the eyes of others.

The more that he thought about it, the more that he liked the idea. He just needed a symbol, and due to the continued burgeoning arousal between his legs, it was very hard to think of something that didn't link back to his own desires...

When he had calmed down - somewhat - Draconicon brought the wall of stone down. Of course, the minute that he did, half of the kobolds fell through the gap and into his room. He looked down at them with a shake of his head, carefully stepping over them and into the hallway.

"Someone gather Harendra, Jaya, and Akan into the main chamber. I want everyone there, but get them first."

Gnolls and kobolds rushed off to find their leaders, and he knew that they'd be there. They were quick to obey. He didn't know if it was from gratitude or some mistake on his part that bound them to him more fully than he expected, but they were more than willing to follow his orders. They were eager to please him, and it wasn't just the kobolds that felt that way. The gnolls were starting to show the same sort of behaviors, eyeing him, studying him as he walked through the halls, and he could tell that the intelligence behind them was thinking, learning, being more and more curious about what it was taking in.

By the time that he reached the deep central chamber, the gnoll matriarch and the two head kobolds were waiting. Akan grinned at him, her pseudo-cock standing out and pulsing slightly, while the kobolds stood with curiosity gleaming in their eyes.

"What can we do for you, Master?" Harendra asked.

"It better involve some of that satisfaction that you promised, dragon," Akan said.

"It will...eventually."

"Heh. Finally."

"But first, I want you on your backs."

"Why?" the gnoll asked.

"Because this is something that we need to do."

"And?"

"And you're going to do it."

He didn't say anything more, but it seemed sufficient. The gnoll slowly nodded, lowering herself to the ground and laying on her back. Jaya and Harendra looked at one another, and then did the same, getting comfortable with their arms spread at their sides.

The rest of the two species were gathered around, watching with curiosity as the dragon approached them. He knelt down, looking them over. To bind them to common cause, they needed a symbol, and as much as he regretted it, he couldn't think of a better one than the first one that had popped to mind.

They all wanted to be under him, all came to him and served him. If that was their desire, then they could carry the footprint of a dragon upon them, showing that they lowered themselves to carry him.

But where to put it?

With Akan, it was easy; putting it on her chest would be simple enough, and the mark would show since she never bothered to cover up. With the kobolds, however, they were a bit different. He wanted them to have a visible mark, but they were so different from one another, and so many of them were learning.

Face for Harendra. He's going to be a messenger, and everyone needs to see it, he thought. And chest for Jaya. Another leader, that way, rather than someone that might be above Akan...

The more he thought about it, the more that he came to think that the placement of the footprint could become their mark of status, where they were under him, what their purpose was. He'd have to think out a more explicit system over time, but at least he had the start of something. That was better than nothing.

Draconicon opened his sheet. There were many spells that he had been given, many different potential abilities that he could use for this. It was less finding the spells that would do what he wanted and more discarding the ones that wouldn't do it well. Getting rid of them took him a few minutes as he stood over the silent gnoll and kobolds, but he was able to slowly narrow it down.

First, a heat spell, one to sear through his soles and make them hot enough to brand something.

Second, a spell that converted pain to pleasure, so that his supporters wouldn't be injured for long due to the damage that they'd take.

Third, a healing spell that would bring them back to full health while not getting rid of the mark that had been left behind.

Fourth, a color change spell that would turn the mark from a simple burn mark to something as black as his scales.

Finding all four was a little bit of a trick, but finding a way to meld them together was harder still. He had to go through all the different techniques and abilities that were buried in the character menus to actually find out how to do that, but eventually he found a way to stack spells so that they all went off at once. He tested it by stacking a series of light and wind spells together, making sure he understood the process, then started with what he really wanted to do.

The air hummed as the four spells were triggered all at once, and the stone beneath his soles popped and sizzled. He felt the warmth rising, and could feel the stone starting to take on that heat, the gray surface turning orange, then yellow beneath his toes. The kobolds and gnolls still standing watched with wide eyes, the intelligence behind them learning more, taking in the information and trying to make sense of it.

"I am going to mark your leaders as mine," Draconicon explained. "You call me Master. I will show you what that means."

He moved to Akan first, and the gnoll matriarch smiled up at him. He imagined that she thought that this was a reward, a way of making up for him coming to the kobolds first rather than the gnolls. She had been sour about that ever since he'd come to her cave. Well, she'd get her mark first.

He stood at her side, and then slowly lifted one foot. The bottom glowed with the heat of the spell saturating his sole, and the underside popped and hissed with sweat that turned to steam as soon as it came from his pores. He wiggled his toes, unable to help feeling just a little arousal at what he was about to do.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Ready."

He stepped down, and she arched her back. Her skin pressed flush against his foot, her fur seared away as the black scales pressed to the flesh beneath. Akan gasped for breath, the gnoll's jaw clenching just after as she groaned. Her face broke out in sweat, and so did the rest of her body as she clenched her fists at her sides.

The hissing sound of the brand taking place was eclipsed by the moaning that slipped past the gnoll's lips a moment later, her pussy dripping and her pseudo-penis bouncing, throbbing. The pain-to-pleasure spell was working, then. He pressed down, slowly bringing her back to the ground and holding her there.

He could feel the rest of the magic taking place, healing her even as the brand was left indelible on her skin. He imagined that the fur would never entirely grow back there, and he could feel something else, too. The spell was doing something to her body, almost like...

She won't be able to lose this. Even if she dies and comes back, she won't be able to lose this. This is permanent.

He held the pressure there for another few seconds, then slowly pulled his foot back. The glowing red mark faded, turning from red to orange, and then to black. A perfect replica of his footprint was left behind, leaving her marked as someone under a dragon. Under him, and no other.

The room was silent, and he imagined that the others were trying to understand what he was doing. As Akan huffed and gasped, as she recovered from the pleasure that had been forced on her - and taken her over the edge, from the puddle between her legs - Draconicon addressed everyone else.

"This is the mark that will show the world that you are with me. This is the mark that will warn them not to touch you. If anyone tries to hurt you, I will know, and I will show them what the penalties are. We are together in this, and the more of us there are, the less that everyone else can do to you.

"You bear my mark, and I will do everything that I can to make things better. You do what I say, and I will make sure that your life gets better. You come when I call, and I will give you all that you need to not just survive, but thrive. I promise you, I will take care of you, and -"

"Then...take care of me...dragon..."

Surprised that the matriarch had already recovered so much, he turned to see her with her legs spread, her eyes wild, and her mouth twisted into a smiling snarl. She pulled her feet up to her head, exposing her sex just behind the throbbing shaft. One hand went down, spreading herself open.

"You promised...now...deliver."

"Now?"

"Now."

As he opened his mouth to protest, two females pushed him from behind. He stumbled head over heels, his glowing feet shimmering as he fell over the matriarch. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer, his hard-on grinding between her legs as she looked up at him. Her eyes made it clear that she wasn't letting him go unless he forced himself out of her grip, and the way that she was all but sliming up his cock as she ground against him, he knew that the only question of consent was his, not hers.

He sighed.

"One round. Then I do the rest of you."

"Heh, if you can outlast me."

"...Heh. I can agree to that."

"Then you get on your back, dragon."

Despite himself, he smiled, rolling over. The gnoll followed him over, and as he got comfortable, she straddled his lap. For all her warrior strength, she had the curves to keep him hard, even without the pent-up feeling that he had been dealing with for days. With that, he was hard as a rock, throbbing for her.

As she slid forward, grinding her slippery sex across his cock, the others gathered in to watch. Some of both species leaned down, sniffing near his cock and balls, while others gathered at his head. Others still moved to stand near the matriarch, looking at the brand of his footprint on her chest, and they whispered to themselves.

"What is that?"

"What does it feel like?"

"We belong to him, he said. Is that good?"

"He is good. It must be good."

"Then we will do it."

They were still learning, still learning everything that he had to teach them. They were going to be learning for the entire time that he was in this world, he imagined. He wondered if it was going to be hard to leave them behind once he got his real magic once more.

Then Akan leaned forward, her breasts in his face, and she pulled his arms over his head. She smirked, her teeth on display as one of her males helped line up the dragon's cock for her.

"Are you ready, Dragon?"

"That depends. Are you?" he asked.

"Heh...let's see who can outlast the other..."

The End

Summary: Draconicon deals with the fact that he has two very different species under him now, and realizes he has to find a way to unify them properly.

Tags: M/M, Handjob, M/F, Vaginal, Anal, Oral, Kobold, Dragon, Gnoll, Dog, Dubcon, Annoyance, Too Much Stamina, Series, Order of the Black Foot, Marking, Branding, Servitude, Fantasy, Game,