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The Problem of Sensitive Soles

Part 4

For Engy

By Draconicon

Foot Freak groaned every time that the demon touched his feet. His huge, sweaty, slimy feet, so dirty and perverted that they turned anyone that looked at them into a foot freak themselves. They wanted to stare at his feet, wanted to play with them, wanted to own them. Even now, his own magic was bound behind that second shackle that the demon had pulled out after its own orgasm, but that didn't stop the creature from throwing him down, on his back, his feet in the air and trying to fuck his ass into submission.

Foot Freak took it happily, particularly as the demon continued to grab hold of his shackles and squeeze them, pulling his feet to its face and sniffing at them like it was completely addicted to them. Perhaps it was. The dragon didn't know, but the pleasurable thought of a demon addicted to his soles kept his limp cock leaking.

"Mmmph...fuck...your feet..."

"Mmm, you love my big, dumb feet."

"Love your...big dumb feet..."

The demon couldn't avoid repeating what he said as long as it mentioned his feet. Foot Freak groaned happily, feeling that fat cock slamming into his equally fat ass, taking it and moaning more for each inch that slid past his rim, each lick that dragged across his soles. The feeling of that horny demon down there, the enjoyable feeling of being that perfect slut that the whole crowd wanted, was more than enough to keep him on cloud nine, enjoying everything that happened to him.

"Mmm..."

"Fuck...fuck you...why won't you...fucking...filthy-soled..."

The demon couldn't even keep up the insults anymore. The creature was humping away, more often than not completely mindless as it hugged the dragon's legs to its chest, holding him tight as it humped his hole, licked his toes, slavered over his dripping feet. It didn't matter that his feet were covered in a dirty, musky slime, didn't matter that he was just the prisoner here. All that mattered were those soles.

"Mmmph...mmmm...give it to me, big guy...show me...show me how much you love my big dumb feet, man..."

The feeling of that hot breath was almost as good as his feet being held to the fires, almost as good as a whipping rod. He loved the heat, the sweat, the warmth. He groaned as his cock dripped again, oozing onto the makeshift bed that they had made of cushions and blankets in the back of the room. It didn't matter that it wasn't a real bed, that this wasn't a real boudoir. What mattered was the pleasure.

And that, the two of them had in spades.

The dragon moaned again, feeling that cock grinding past his prostate, over it, going deep. The friction-heat along his rim was all the better for the sheer heft of that thing, and the heat of that tongue rubbing along his feet caused them to sweat just as much as it cleaned them of it.

"Nnngh..."

The demon oozed in him, dripping, slippery and wet inside of his ass. He clenched down like a good whore, welcoming the shaft, making it go further inside, and he grinned as he felt the demon's breath catch against his toes.

"Yeah, you love it."

"Nnngh..."

"You love my big, fat ass."

"Mmmph..."

"And you love my big, dumb feet."

"Dumb...dumb fuck...fucking bare...barefoot..."

"Can't talk. Get dumb. Get horny."

Get dumb. Get horny.

It was so much more fun to be dumb, to be horny, to just let all the pleasure of being a slut and a horny one at that course through you, overwhelming all the thoughts and worries that burned elsewhere. Just let it take over, let the responsibilities die, and just fuck around.

He used his tail to pull the demon closer, started grinding his fat soles against the demon's face, all but burying him in the slimy, sweaty soles. The demon went stock-still at that, his cock spilling one shot of cum after another in the dragon's ass. Hot, slippery, tingling with corruption, but the dumb slut didn't know what that meant. All he knew was that it felt good. So good. So hot.

He squeezed, milking that shaft for more...and more...and more. Each little clench of his hole, each rub with his feet, seemed to drag the demon over the edge again and again, each time pulling that little bit more seed from him.

Yeah...give it to me...

The black dragon enjoyed every tingling shot of demon cum up his ass, huffing under his breath as he felt it oozing through him, trying to rise up only to get pushed back down by something else in him. The tingling corruption, the power of the demon, was nothing against...against...

There was something else. Not Foot Freak, not something like that, but something more powerful. Eh, it didn't matter. As long as it worked.

The demon tumbled backwards, a cock that was still throbbing hard but no longer dripping falling from the dragon's ass. Foot Freak sat up, his massive feet stomping the floor hard as the demon hit the ground. He cocked his head to the side.

"Done already?"

"Nnnngh...mmmph..."

"Well, that's stupid."

"You're...stupid..."

"Yep. And proud of it. Big dumb brain, big dumb feet, hot fucking dragon."

"Ugh...this was...wasn't..."

"How it was supposed to go?"

Foot Freak and the demon looked up, glancing at the window. A familiar yellow-scaled, metal-armed dragon stood there, leaning against the windowsill from outside. He chuckled, started to climb through, only to get caught partway in.

"Uh...oops..."

"Who are you?" Foot Freak asked.

"...Don't you know me, Master?"

"Master? Who the fuck would have a big dumb dragon like me as a master?" Foot Freak asked.

"...Oops."

"Are you stuck?" Foot Freak asked.

"Kinda. I forgot that I had a big ass, too."

"Heh, bigger than mine. But not bigger than my feet."

"Can I get a hand?"

"Sure."

Foot Freak got up, stepping on the demon - and drawing whimpers and moans, as well as a dry orgasm from the poor soul - on his way to the window. Grabbing the yellow dragon by both arms, he got a good grip and pulled.

It was easier than he thought. The stranger went flying over his head, into the wall, and then rolled down the sides cartoonishly. He landed upside-down, too, which only added to the comedic nature of the whole thing.

As Foot Freak chuckled, the other dragon slowly rolled to his feet. The green-eyed demon glared at him.

"You...you..."

"Oh, please, like I was going to let you just take my master that way. He needed a break, that's all."

"You...fuck..."

"Demons. You're all the same. Thinking that everyone's going to be evil just because you tempted them to be. Sometimes, we're good guys." The yellow dragon shook his head, turning back to Foot Freak. "You, uh...you don't remember me?"

"You're familiar, but, heh, I don't think much. Big feet, dumb brain."

"...I might have overdid it a little bit," the other dragon said, rubbing the back of his head. "Do you mind if I take the shackles off?"

"Huh?"

"Mind if I take the metal off your feet?"

"Oh, go ahead. And the ring, too? I don't really want to have someone owning me if they're not around to tell me what to do," Foot Freak said, offering one of his legs to the other dragon.

The fat-assed yellow dragon shook his head, muttering something under his breath as he went to his knees. Foot Freak felt the fingers rubbing along the sides of his foot, the other dragon being surprisingly careful not to touch the bottom of his foot in the process, and more to the point, looking far away. He almost wondered if the other guy was afraid to touch him, as if he was scared of what might -

Click.

Foot Freak blinked as he felt the shackle come loose, something tingling inside him. Not the demon magic in his ass, but something else, something that had been pushed to the back of his mind from all the pleasure. He cocked his head to the side, trying to pick it up, trying to figure out what it was. It was like something just out of earshot -

The ring came loose, and he groaned, feeling an odd sense of...freedom, he supposed, that he hadn't felt for a while. Foot Freak...Foot Freak didn't even feel like a name anymore, though it still felt like there was something of it that was true. He rubbed his head again, groaning.

"What's happening to me?"

"Just calling the real you back."

"What do you mean, the real me? I'm Foot Freak. Big, dumb, stupid dragon with big feet, limp dick..."

"You're the toy dragon. I want the master dragon back. But...I think we can bring you back later."

"What do you mean -"

Click.

In the space of a second, the world turned upside-down. The black dragon froze in place, his eyes wide as the full force of his magic was unleashed once more. Like a well-trained army, it surged through his body, destroying the bits of corruption that remained, purging the drugs from him. His feet suddenly steamed, the hissing sound of vapors coming through the gaps between the scales as the potions were purged from his body. The thick scent of musk already permeating the room got ten times worse as the dragon's sweat pushed through his feet, steaming the floor, and steaming anything near them. They slowly shrank, almost like they were being deflated, leaving them their old large - but proportional - size.

At the same time, Foot Freak was displaced by the old him, the mage him. Foot Freak blinked, and then Draconicon stared out his own eyes again. He slowly turned to look down at the demon under his feet, then back at Engy, who was holding the two shackles in the air with some guilt on his face.

"I think that you have some explaining to do, my friend."

"Um, well, Master, I was kind of thinking that you needed some time to, you know, not think."

"You think that I needed a brain-vacation, then?"

"Well, kinda."

"Kinda."

"...It's a bit of a long story, but, um, you know how stressed you get when dealing with all the stuff in the city, and with us, and -"

"Engy."

"Sorry. Rambling. Nervous."

The black dragon nodded. He understood; he was a little intimidating when he was demanding an explanation like this. However, he knew better than to just leave the demon on the ground between them. He gestured at the creature, flicking his finger out the window. In the blink of an eye, the black silhouette of the green-eyed creature was gone, flying off to the skyscraper to be dealt with later.

"...Thank you. I forgot about that."

"You shouldn't. You summoned him, I think."

"Well, more...more that I let him in."

"And you did that because...I needed a break?"

"...Maybe I should start over?" Engy asked.

"Yes, perhaps you should."

"Give me a few seconds."

"Take a few minutes."

As the yellow dragon nodded in thanks, sitting down on the bed that the dragon and demon had just vacated, Draconicon looked out the window. The crowd of people that he remembered from before were still gathered just outside the building, shouting for the 'big foot' and the 'hot dragon' to show themselves again, to come out and give them what they wanted. Apparently, he'd created a bit of a cult following in that other persona.

Worth knowing that people are that easily corrupted, though, he thought. Wasn't even magic this time, just potions.

He could remember being injected, at the very least, and he could recognize what had happened there. The sheer power of the potion was something well beyond the average strength of what you could get from a street alchemist. That meant that Engy had probably been involved with the potion and drug trade, or at least, with this particular one. That, in turn, meant that the yellow dragon had been keeping an eye out for him, ensuring that the demon wouldn't have the chance to get too much control without giving him a way to fight back.

He looked down at the slime that coated the floor, the giant footprints that he had left. Kneeling down, he hovered his hand over them, casting a small spell of identification.

Just as he expected, some of his magic had been dragged out, infusing the sweat and slime that came dripping from his soles during that time as 'Foot Freak.' That had amplified the obsession spells that had come from the shackles, which in turn had amplified how much magic was pushed into his feet. It was a spiral, making his dirty feet completely irresistible to anyone that happened to see them for more than a split second.

Explains how the demon was so obsessed, and explains why he was cumming his brains out the minute that I pushed them harder on him. The magic in the sweat, the potion coming through my feet...no wonder it messed with him.

By the time that he stood up again, Engy seemed to have collected himself. The other dragon rubbed the back of his head, taking a few more deep breaths before trying to explain.

"I saw how stressed out you were getting, and I...kinda started looking around."

"Looking around where?"

"Not your journals or anything like that. I mean...I keep some myself, and I wouldn't be...that's just rude, you know?"

Draconicon nodded.

"So, I started looking around, asking questions. Some of the people here in Maiyone didn't used to live here, so, I thought that I'd ask them where they came from. Other worlds, mostly."

He nodded again. There was a significant minority of the city that had been pulled here from other universes, rescued from places that he had visited, and pulled out of bad situations that he had half-created in some of them. Which explained how the demon had been found; some of them had come from that world, brought out of there for the therapy of a different kind of world, one that was casual but not so mono-focused.

He gestured for Engy to continue. The yellow dragon sighed.

"I tracked down a few 'Barefoots', and they told me what they remembered about you. That you had been, um...kinda far down there, but they described you as...well, happy."

"...Happy."

"Happier than I usually see you."

"Are you calling me miserable?"

"Maybe sometimes. Self-inflicted."

"You think that I like being miserable?"

"I think that you're too shy to be happy sometimes. Unless someone makes you be happy."

"...You're not entirely wrong."

"So, I kept asking around, and they eventually talked about the demons in that world, the creatures that acted as king-makers, that fed on that sort of thing. I thought, hey, they're not going to be that strong here."

"Really?"

"...Well, that one wasn't. I did pick a weaker one on purpose, you know."

Much as he wanted to roll his eyes a bit, he would give his alchemist that. The demon that had come through was a relatively weak one compared to some of the really powerful demons in that other world. This plan wouldn't have worked on the super-powerful ones, and when you were the one doing the summoning, you could make sure that the others couldn't hijack the spell if you know what you were doing. Other than him and Ailsa, Engy was the one that knew the summoning spells best, and that meant that they'd all been in good hands.

He leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. Engy sighed, looking back at the floor.

"I just wanted to make you happy for a bit, just for a bit."

"Just for a bit, huh?"

"Well, you're so stressed out all the time. And it doesn't seem like us being, well, slutty for you does it for you anymore. It's like you're harder and harder to cheer up, harder to satisfy. I...I was a little scared, I guess. I thought that you'd become..."

"...Depressed?"

"Heh, worse than that. Burnt out, depressed, thinking that you'd be worthless because you can't do the things that you always do to try and feel better. You're a workaholic, you know that?"

"...I can't deny that one."

They sighed together, and after, Draconicon rubbed the back of his head. He walked away from the window, sitting down beside his alchemist. Slowly, he wrapped his tail around the other dragon's hips.

"Look. I get what you were doing."

"I'm not in trouble?"

"Oh, you're in trouble. Just not as much trouble." Draconicon smiled. "Can't have you upending the whole chain of authority every time that you think that I need a break from being in charge."

"Well, Ellyra was going to take the next one, and then Gann."

"You think that spreading it out is a better idea?"

"Well, call it a confession against the conspiracy. Can I get a moderated sentence?"

"Hmmm, I think you might...for now."

He patted Engy's back, and then got back to his feet. Stretching his arms overhead, he popped his back and shoulders and made his way back to the window.

"You go back to the skyscraper and deal with the demon. Banish him back to where he came from, stripping his powers if you can. I want to make sure that he doesn't start lashing out on his home dimension out of petulance when he goes back."

"What are you going to do?"

"Clean up the mess. Nelson's going to be looking for his 'Foot Freak', and the crowd down there needs something before they start to riot."

"...Right."

"Heh. These things don't just start and stop with a magic word, Engy. There are some consequences, even if they're fun consequences."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it." Shaking his head, the alchemist got to his feet, fumbling through his blue bathrobe until he found the vial he was looking for. "See you back at the tower. I'll be waiting in my quarters, if that's alright?"

"That's fine. See you in a few hours."

Engy tossed the vial to the ground, disappearing in a flash of yellow smoke. Flapping his wings to dissipate the vapors, Draconicon climbed out the window and looked down at the various men and women that had chased him, hoping for the chance to get some pleasure from Foot Freak. They were going to be massively disappointed at the lack of action that they were going to get...at least, from that side of things.

He smiled, pulling at his magic. The black fires of his power began to rise in the air around him, from the rooftop and from the street below. The various males and females didn't even know what he was doing until it was too late.

Draconicon stepped out of the black portal that he had created to Engy's chambers, finding the other dragon stripped naked and laying down on his bed. Big yellow balls pushed Engy's thighs well apart, and he chuckled as he saw the self-conjured chains keeping the other dragon's arms over his head and out of the way.

"Hoping for a kinky punishment, I see," Draconicon said as he walked around the bed, shaking his head a few times. "Definitely a good display."

"Well, better a kinky one than something that will leave me walking funny for a few days, right?"

"That's the kind of kinky stuff that I normally do, though."

Engy blushed, and the black dragon chuckled. As his alchemist, Engy had always been a good man. Kinky, too, taking those potions and transforming, growing, and altering anything that he could get his hands on. The standard style of things was too boring for him, too stifling, and it seemed like it pushed him to see how much he could change anyone around him while still keeping them themselves.

It was rather amusing, most days, but there were limits. He dragged his hand along the other dragon's leg, moving from knee to thigh to oversized sac. Gripping at the base of the balls, he gave them a slight squeeze, and his alchemist groaned, arching his back ever so slightly.

"Ah ah."

He pushed his friend back down.

"You aren't going to be doing that just yet. I'm going to make sure that you earn the chance to be free of this bed again."

"Mmmph...tease..."

"Not at all. You're going to be locked here until you give me a good reason to let you loose. Locked by lust. Locked by need. Locked by size."

His magic shimmered into being, the black flames turning into tendrils that ran along the other dragon's legs, like slithering snakes that dragged themselves up and down his limbs. Some went all the way back down to his feet, sliding between the yellow toes, while others went under his thighs, between the fat ass cheeks, one or two likely slithering against his pucker and threatening to dig inside.

Others wrapped up and over his cock, dragging themselves around his shaft like ribbons draped over a maypole. Engy hissed under the black dragon's magic, particularly as the dark tendrils shimmered with extra magic, with more life.

"Nnnngh...Master...what...what are you..."

"You thought I needed a break from thinking, didn't you?" he asked, stroking his hand further up, dragging a claw over the barely-exposed head of the other dragon's shaft. "I think that you could use the same treatment."

"Nnngh...but I'm...I'm not..."

"Stressed? Of course you are. Worrying about me so much that you bothered summoning a demon in the first place...if that's not stress, I don't know what is," he said, chuckling. "And we both know what you need. Something different to focus on. Something big. Something churning. Big. Fat. Baaaaalls."

The tendrils spun around, spiraling about and wrapping up the other dragon's cock and balls in thick strands of shadow and darkness. Yellow turned dark gold, and then to pure black, almost as if Engy's genitals had been dipped in shadow, leaving them almost reflective with the ooze-like magic. Draconicon curled his hand into a fist -

"Mmmmmmmmm..."

And suddenly, Engy's already large balls churned, swelling, pulsing. They slowly rolled outwards, getting bigger, almost bubbling beneath the tendrils of the black dragon's magic. Draconicon smiled, slowly moving his hand in a stroking motion, and Engy moaned again, huffing, puffing, groaning as his cock rippled, the magic pulling on it and teasing it like a gentle handjob.

"Mmmph...M-Master..."

"Oh, don't worry. It gets better."

He smiled as he pulled his other hand up, rolling it from side to side. The tendrils teased, pushing the big balls up, then down, rolling them as if on a massive palm. His power oozed through the shadowy tendrils, coating those massive balls in spells of growth, of sensitivity, ensuring that they would continue to ooze and churn and swell for as long as he needed them to. Each little roll of his hand made them swell that much bigger, pushing outwards, almost showing those yellow scales again before the black tendrils swelled and grew to contain them once more.

"Mmmph...Master...it's so...hot..."

"Oh, it's going to get hotter."

The magic changed, the black shell around shaft and sac glowing for a moment before Engy arched his back once more. The yellow dragon moaned, whimpering, his toes curling and his hands clenching into fists.

As well they should. He had just effectively put cock and balls under a heat lamp, making them sag further, those heavy orbs falling further down. They would be a hot, sweaty, musky mess after this.

The only opening in the shell that he had created over the other dragon's cock and balls lay in the little opening at the tip, allowing pre-cum to slowly pulse and swell outwards. He stroked his hand through the magical link between them, encouraging it to keep oozing as those balls kept swelling, adding to the flow of pre-cum that was already spilling out at record rates. White and silver and clear lines ran out of that shaft, oozing onto Engy's belly and spreading out across his bed, bringing with it the raw musk of a dragon that was in desperate need of satisfaction.

Satisfaction, of course, that would be hours in arriving. He sat down, resting his hand on the chains that held his friend to the bed, strengthening them so that there would be no tricks to get free of them. Engy grunted, huffed, puffed, shaking his head.

"This...mmmph...this isn't fair."

"No. Actually, it's quite fair. It's just proper punishment for someone that wanted to see me squirm under a horny rat." He smiled, patting the other dragon on the cheek, slowly standing up and cracking his knuckles. "Now, you'll just keep on growing for a while. I think your balls will probably stop when they're big enough to cover your thighs completely."

"My thighs?!"

"And then they'll stay that way for...hmm, let's make it a day. I'll check on you in twenty-four hours, make sure that you're still doing alright. The kobolds will bring you some food when you need it, but they'll be under strict orders to not let you get off."

"This isn't fair!"

"It's very fair. Now, you're still thinking. Let's make those balls even bigger, so you stop doing that, my friend. After all, you're so stressed."

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Draconicon left the room about twenty minutes later, leaving a squirming, moaning, dripping Engy behind. The fact that he would need to come back and dispel the various enchantments that he had left on the chains to let the other dragon out of bed was not that bothersome. He didn't mind putting that down on his mental calendar, and he knew that, overall, this was a punishment that Engy would remember for the right reasons. For all that he was right - he'd been stressed, and he did need time off - some notice that it would be happening now, or in a week, or something like that would have meant that he could have done something to ensure that the city kept running smoothly in his absence.

And it would mean that he could be sure that there wasn't a reason to come back too soon, too.

He blushed at that thought, shaking his head, but it was true enough. When he didn't know that this was planned to some extent, that there were safeguards in place, he had to hurry back as soon as possible when someone 'conquered' him. If he knew that it was, at least to some extent, planned, then he would be sure that there was someone taking care of the city. He could know that there were back-ups and safeguards in case he was turned. He would know that there were those that would come after him if it went too far.

It wasn't a bad idea, but it needs some fine-tuning...

It took him a minute to realize that he was already considering how he could make something like this happen again, just for the sake of fun, and he groaned under his breath as he realized just how much he had really needed that. Just being able to turn off his brain, just allowing himself to be conquered and feel weak, humiliated, pushed down like that, had really offered him a massive recharge in a huge way.

Lovely.

Still, at least it was something that he knew, and now he could start taking steps towards it. It also gave him some good motivation to start assigning people that were capable to more tasks, teaching his harem some more tricks, offering them ways to get involved in running the city properly...

More work. So much more work. But this time, it would be the kind of work that ended up rewarding him at the end of it rather than making things that much more complicated. He rubbed the back of his head, walking through the tower towards the rest of the harem quarters, knowing that the others would need an update about this, too. They would want to know what happened to him for the last few hours, and possibly -

He rounded the corner to find the rest of the harem glued to the TV, watching as the news talked about...a barefoot dragon...running around...

He stared over their shoulders at the newscast, at the shots of his own big, bare, filthy feet, and he groaned as they all turned as one toward him. They looked down at his feet, two other dragons, a unicorn, an otter, and more, and slowly looked up at his face. Draconicon sighed.

"I guess I will have to abide by the rules," he muttered.

They swarmed him, knocking him over, and it didn't take long before he was getting shoved around, teased, sat on, his ass cheeks spread and a finger - and then more - shoved in. It was going to be a long week of fetish...but at least it was going to be a fun one, and one that he could get something out of.

The End

Summary: It seems that there was something behind the drugs that Nelson pumped into the dragon's feet beyond simple growth. As the demon loses himself to the dragon's big dumb feet, something else is waiting in the wings...

Tags: M/M, Bondage, Big Feet, Hyper Feet, Rescue, Growth, Ball Growth, Musk, Series, Magic, Draconicon, Dragon, Demon, Anal, Handjob, Teasing, Edging, Oozing, Pre-cum, Orgasm, Cum,