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The Conditioning of the Feral

Part 2

For MetalR169

By Draconicon

His visits to the lord of the city and master of the games were infrequent during his stay, but Jason knew that something was going on. It was hard to tell what, but he was dragon enough to know that there were gaps in his memories. Whatever happened during his visits was being kept walled off from him, hidden and shrouded.

Someone else might have felt rather abused from that, but he had been well-trained by his mistress. Mina had told him that there were times when he would be given different commands, things that would sleep in his mind until it was time for them, and he had learned to live with the blank spots. They usually came from someone that he knew better than the strange dragon, admittedly, but he was used to the feeling of empty spaces in his head. He felt, sometimes, that he should question what was being done to him more than he did, but the green dragon let it go. Better to just go along with it for now.

He just hoped that that, too, wasn't part of the conditioning he was going through. And it had to be conditioning, because, well...what else could it be? He seriously doubted that there was anything more sinister than some sex, considering that he had no other urges yet.

At least, he didn't think so.

Jason sighed, making himself stop pacing back and forth in an attempt to stop thinking so hard. It was giving him a headache.

And besides, there was something else to focus on for the moment. The door to his home dimension was open, and someone rather important was due to come through the portal at any moment. He wanted to be ready for her, and he made himself stand up straight, his head lifted up on his longer neck, his tail down against the ground and everything else as stiff and proud as possible. Including his dick, of course. He had a feeling that the mistress would want to see that.

The blue-rimmed portal that had called him through from the other world burned brightly in the middle of the secondary plaza around the back of Draconicon's skyscraper. Through it, he could just make out a few bits of the old space station that he had been living on, a few familiar silhouettes that might or might not have been the mistress and the other slaves that she kept there. He fought the urge to shift from foot to foot in impatience, gritting his teeth to keep himself still. He would be good. He would be good.

Finally, the portal shimmered, and through it stepped the familiar figure of his mistress. A white-furred mouse that had been shorter than him even before his transformation to a feral, she was dressed in a red-gold dress that was cut down low, the triangular points of the neckline running almost down to her belly button before sweeping up again. The long skirt went down to her ankles, but was slit right up to her hips, showing off almost all of her leg and giving the impression of far less beneath the skirt than one might have expected.

And she was blushing, of course. Because that was what his mistress did when she was putting on more of a display than she was used to. She blushed, because she didn't know how to have that confidence of some of the other mega-doms that he had seen.

Jason smiled, lowering his head as she stepped closer. Her eyes fixed on him, and she blinked.

"Jason?"

"Mm-hmm," he said, nodding.

"...You changed a lot."

"Well, the games..."

"You mentioned."

It had been the first time that they'd gotten the chance to talk since he'd been spirited away for the games, and he'd told her everything. Though she hadn't had a chance to send a message back, he'd hoped that she would understand what he was going through, what was happening to him, and why he was eager for her to come through the portal too.

He had been afraid that she'd be furious at him for running off, but that fear died as she smiled, grabbing his head-horns and pulling him down to give his face a hug. He pressed his head firmly to her bosom, and though she giggled, she blushed, as well. Small rodent hands pressed on his cheeks, driving him back.

"Naughty."

"Always," he said.

"So, is this place...part of your games?"

"Unfortunately, no. This is where you go when you lose."

"...It's big," she said, slowly turning in place. "And it's not on any planet that I've ever heard of."

"That's what I was thinking. It's pretty good, though. No real loss of opportunity. Not as high-tech as the cruiser or our home, but it seems to have...other options."

"No tech? Then how did you -"

"Magic."

"No such thing," she said, though a trifle too fast. It made her sound more concerned than certain. "How, really?"

"I'm serious. It's magic. I don't know how it works, but it's not tech. There's none of that stuff here."

She arched an eyebrow, but didn't pursue it. Instead, she turned on the spot, taking the plaza in, while Jason took the moment to take her in again for the first time in too long.

His mistress was a perfect mouse, as far as he was concerned. She was beautiful, she had an elegant body, and she had the perfect set of curves for someone like him. Not too big in the chest, but nice and thick in the ass, hips, and thighs. Like most of her species, she was very bottom-heavy, and -

And his eyes went all the way down to her feet, and they stuck there. His cock, already rather stiff in anticipation of seeing her, stiffened even more as she turned slowly in place.

Ah...ah...mmmph...

The grunts of need were, thankfully, quiet enough that they only echoed in his own skull rather than embarrassing him and coming out for her to hear, but at the same time, it was hard not to stare. He'd always been entranced by her body, even when they were competing against each other, but this? This was something new, something intense, and it was...it was hard to think through. Not because of her breasts almost popping out of her dress, nor for the fact that she was almost flashing her ass, but...but because those soft, pink feet were completely bare, not covered, not hidden, not protected by any sort of footwear. They were just there, and it made his cock throb.

The feral dragon bit back the moans that wanted to slip out of him, knowing that he had no way of explaining them to his mistress. She didn't know what he had gone through - he didn't know what he'd gone through - and trying to tell her now would only result in a lot of suspicion. Besides, it wasn't that...that...

She stood on tiptoes, her hand shading her eyes as she looked off in the distance, and he had a perfect view of her soft soles, could stare at the pink flesh that was already a little shiny with sweat, a little wet with the musk that he knew so well.

Mmmmph...

His cock was sliding out of his slit further, running along his belly and poking forward against his chest. He could feel it sliming up his underside, and there was some part of him that wanted to pin the mouse down and hump her feet, slime them up, use them like some sort of sex toy. He had never wanted to go that far with her before, never been that driven by her feet rather than her other curves. What...what was...

She brought herself all the way back around, and his eyes went back up. Toes, not that interesting. Hips, not that interesting. It took him a few seconds to come back to a non-feral mind-set, and he groaned as he shook his head.

"Are you okay, Jason?" she asked.

"Mmmph...just distracted."

"By what?"

"Just...something."

"Mmm...have you missed me that much?"

He blushed, but nodded. It was an easier answer than the other stuff, and he submitted to her head-pats to avoid having to get further into details about it.

"Well, why don't you take me on a little tour? I'd like to see what they do here, and what you've been keeping busy with."

"Um...some things. Some that...probably aren't there anymore."

"Why? Was there some kind of demolition?"

"...Not exactly."

"Oh. You had friends, hmm?"

There was just enough of a teasing smile on her face to remind him why she was the dom and he was the sub. His cheeks burned as he looked down and away. She chuckled, patting his cheek.

"How many?"

"...Six."

"And how many fucked you?"

"...None."

"Oh, my...what did you get the pleasure of enjoying, hmm? What did you fuck when you weren't fucking me?"

"...six gryphons...and all of them begged for more."

"Maybe there's something to your feral shape, then." The mouse smiled, stroking his cheeks. "Maybe I should make you use it on me later."

His cock twitched again, but his mind was already flicking to something else. For a moment, it was back on her pink soles, imagining them up in the air while he was pinning her down, but then the image shifted again. Still feet, but no longer pink. Black, now, black and much, much bigger. And wetter. And muskier. And drowning him in desires and needs that he didn't entirely understand.

His cock was guiltily hard at that, and he tried not to worry about it too much. Instead, he lowered his head, making his neck into a ramp.

"Let me fly you around for a bit. I'll show you more of the city."

"That's a wonderful idea, Jason. Thank you."

As she mounted him, he had an up-close view of her foot, and once more, his cock swung up and slapped against his belly. The shot of pre-cum that followed very nearly splattered his neck, and he groaned as he felt his fetish growing ever stronger.

Why? Why?

There was no clear answer, so instead, he took to the skies. He'd talk with her about it after they had a chance to rest.

The dragon flew his mistress all around the coastal city. They saw several signs that welcomed people to 'Maiyone,' so they could only assume that was the name of the place. Several cruise ships were docked at the port, some of which were celebrating kinks that they didn't realize were publicly legal. There was one that seemed utterly obsessed with breeding, and one end of the deck was filled with round-bellied women that were squatting down and laying eggs, one after another, popping them out for all to see. On the other side of the ship, there were many coupling partners, each one ramming in, and the smell of heat and rut was so strong that Jason and Mina were both tempted to fly down and join them.

They resisted, though. Or rather, she resisted, and the nudges of her knees behind his wings made it easier for him to stay in the air rather than darting down to take part in the celebrations or whatever else was going on. She patted his side for being good, and whispered something about booking a ticket on those cruises for another day.

That made him feel a bit better.

As they flew over the port, however, they were both getting a better understanding of just how open and free most of the city was. Maiyone was not just possessed of some seriously sexual cruises, but also of a very open and demonstrative class system.

How did they find out about that? They ended up flying right over a slave auction.

Jason felt her pull back on his horns when they flew over the auction square, and they hovered a few hundred feet off. The intercoms blaring out declared the prices that the slaves were currently up to, and despite the situation, there was no shortage of pleasure in the crowd, nor on the stage. He stared as the current slave on the block - an orca woman with thicker hips and a big, curvy bust - danced for the crowd with a genuine smile on her face and her juices running down to puddle at her feet.

It was a rather intense display, and he felt the warmth against his back that promised that his mistress was getting into it, too. She leaned down, whispering - as much as that was possible while they were flying - to him.

"Does this happen all the time?" she asked.

"I haven't seen it yet, but...it makes sense."

"They sell slaves here?"

"Well, I think the slaves sign up for it."

"How?"

"I don't know. They just...do, I guess."

He didn't know how Draconicon ran his city, but the fact that there was no deception on the orca's face - and the fact that there were grinning slaves in line waiting for their turn to be sold - told him that this wasn't the nightmare scenario in so many other cities. This was willing, and perhaps the slaves even got something out of it. Either way, it was...rather alluring to watch, particularly as the orca raised her leg over her head and started fingering herself and curling -

Throb.

Pulse.

Twitch.

He hoped that Mina didn't realize that he'd just spurted a thick wad of pre-cum into the back of the crowd. The sight of those white soles compared to the dark top of the foot, the contrast of the two colors and the meaty shape of the bottom of the orca's foot, had hit him quite hard. He blushed as he started flapping harder, carrying them away.

She didn't say anything, but he was all but sure Mina knew that he had done something. She wasn't a stupid mouse, after all.

They flew on, well away from the slave auction, but they didn't get away from the sexualization of the city. Eventually, they stumbled onto the Red Light District, lit up from below with the titular red lights in all the windows, on every street, even glowing from beneath the paving stones. From above, there were arrows and advertisements that pointed one to one fetish-y establishment after another, and even Jason had a hard time making out what all the different kinks were supposed to mean.

Mina, however, seemed to have no trouble. She leaned over his shoulder, her mouth falling open and many sputters coming from his mistress's mouth. He was honestly surprised at how flustered she was; she had been confident enough to claim him in the game, after all, and she had been his mistress for a while.

That said, he had to admit that she had been one of the kinder, more vanilla mistresses that he could have been claimed by. That had been part of their deal, something that made their relationship a little more special, but at the same time, this constant barrage of alternatives made it clear that they were only dipping their toes into the realm of kink that was out there. There were many things that they could be doing that they weren't.

The dragon flew on, leaving the prostitution district behind. Mina leaned forward over his back, nudging him.

"Back to the tower," she said.

"Why?"

"What do you mean, why?"

"Sorry, mistress," he said, turning immediately. When they were lined up with the large building, he looked back at her. "May I ask why you want to go back there?"

"I want to talk to the man running this place. He invited me here -"

"I thought I invited you?"

"You sent the invitation, but he's the one that started all this. The city, and the stealing you away, and...And I want to talk with him. See what this dragon is like."

Jason nodded, though he didn't entirely know why. There was something that seemed right about it, however, and that...that spoke to him. He kept his peace as they flew towards the tower.

Draconicon met them at the roof the great skyscraper, the black dragon standing with his hands folded behind his back and his robe tightly tied as the green dragon landed. Mina jumped off his back as soon as they hit the ground, only to falter and stop in her tracks as she looked the black dragon in the eye.

Jason couldn't blame her. Even for him, there was something rather intimidating about the dragon, and he was a dragon himself. It wasn't that the master of the games was intentionally trying to stop them from doing something, nor did it seem like he was trying to scare them. It was just that part of his personality that made it hard to approach without having to summon your courage first. It was like looking at some super-star mixed with a soldier that had his weapon on him. It just made you think twice before doing it.

Eventually, his mistress summoned her courage and kept walking forward. She was so small compared to the black dragon, but Jason wasn't looking at their heads. He was looking further down, down, down.

His eyes locked on those feet, on black scales and pink flesh. He bit his lips as he felt those fantasies rising up in his head, making him think of how hot it would be to touch his tongue to those scales and the soft flesh once more, to feel them giving beneath his tongue as he gave them the attention that they were due. A very hot thought, and one that had him dripping in seconds.

Biting his tongue to try and shock himself out of it, he yanked his head up. Mina had already started saying something.

"- run a very strange city, Mr..."

"Draconicon," the black dragon said. "And yes, I know."

"It's more...open."

"I would imagine that would make you comfortable."

"Slavery is...kind of a thing where I come from, but it's not so celebrated or used. It's more of a formality, something that happens and has to be -"

"Are you worried that your Jason is going to become nothing more than a slave here? That he might lose that bit of himself that makes him special for you?"

Mina didn't immediately answer, but that was an answer in and of itself. Jason slumped slightly. Did she think that he was that pathetic?

Draconicon chuckled, shaking his head.

"I understand the worry, but there's nothing that you have to be concerned about. My first priority with all of the competitors in the games was...Heh. Okay, I will admit that the first priority was entertainment, but right behind that was their safety. I wanted them all to be able to go home better than they came, and to enjoy themselves enough to have good stories to take with them. I didn't want anyone to be hurt, and I certainly didn't want to break anyone down to something that they weren't.

"Jason is no exception to this. The only things that I have done to him are things that could be reversed if he, or you, wanted them to be. There's nothing to worry about. All that happens here is what you want to have happen."

"...I've heard that before," Mina said.

"I'm sure you have. In my case, however, it's true. It only happens if you want it to happen. And something tells me that there's a great deal that you want to have happen, but are too scared to start."

She stiffened, and Jason could all too easily see her blush in his mind's eye. More than once, in the past, they had considered a more extreme scene, but Mina had always backed off at the last second, her face flaring pink and more than a little bit humiliated as a result. He had seen her try, try, and try again to have the sort of domination over him she knew that he wanted, but the mouse was - at the core of things - too nice to actually follow through. And now, she'd been called out on it by a complete stranger to her. He half-expected her to lash out.

Instead, she sputtered, stuttered, and looked away. The black dragon leaned down, tilting Jason's mistress's head back up to look at him. Draconicon's eyes glowed, and even from where he stood, Jason felt the pressure on his mind, and he remembered.

He remembered being flat on his belly in front of the black dragon, remembered the feeling of being utterly subservient in the moment. He remembered how it felt to have his cock sliding along his stomach and being pinned to the floor at the same time. He remembered how it felt to have those big, black feet in his face, smearing their scent into his muzzle and dragging him further and further down into a different submission.

It felt good to be under the black dragon. In a very different way to how it felt to be under Mina, but it felt hot to be dragged further into that needy place, to be given that permission to sub harder, to be something more degraded, something...more fully broken in.

And now, Mina was getting that stare. The mouse stood straight up, her back going ram-rod straight, and her mouth hung open. Jason stepped forward, and he saw that her eyes had taken on some of the white glow that the master of the city had. She was staring straight up, lost to it.

"You can be more than you are," Draconicon said.

"More...more than I am?"

"I can show you how to be what you want to be..."

"What...I want..."

Jason blushed at the sight before him. He had never seen his mistress dominated like this. Teased, humiliated, yes, as that vixen in the Breeding Games had done, but he had never seen her hypnotized and brought low like this. Definitely not this quickly.

It was hot.

Everything that the black dragon was doing was hot.

He blushed worse as he realized that he was getting so into seeing his own mistress getting taken, and he tried to look away. The black dragon grabbed him with his other hand, holding him by a horn to make him look at the mouse. Her nipples were getting harder, easier seen through her dress, and the crotch of it was getting sticky, pressed right up against her sex and turning crimson as she got wetter by the second. The heady smell of feminine arousal was getting stronger, too.

But it was that hypnotized look, that expression of utter relaxation and the glowing eyes that really hit Jason right down to the core. It was just a moment of utter submission and need from his mistress, and the fact that he could be privy to that, to seeing someone else push her to this point, was...well, hot. He wondered if he would be allowed that, one day. Then he wondered if he would be allowed to feel what she felt.

Draconicon patted the mouse on the cheek, then turned back to Jason. They shared a glance, and the full force of those white eyes left him blank as a canvas waiting for its painter.

He 'woke up' in the dragon's chambers. He didn't remember how they got there, but he was sitting on his haunches, his cock throbbing hard as it had ever been, and he was staring at the now-naked Mina kneeling between the dragon's legs. She stared up with her mouth agape, her eyes wide, and her feet out behind her -

Oh, those soles. Those pretty pink feet with the hint of sweat on them, the glisten that promised a taste of salty musk, the little shimmer to them that was slightly marred by the dirt that any barefooter would pick up over time: it was all there and it all made him want to be on top of her, taking her, taking advantage of her and having his fun. He wanted it, needed it, and it was all he could do to -

No. Not all he could do. He was pinned in place, somehow, his body refusing to move. Even as his cock throbbed, even as he wanted to be part of it, all he could do was watch. He looked up from her feet, looking at her wide ass, and his cock twitched as he saw that her hole had a plug in it now. Not her pussy, but her ass, plugged with a thick black stone that seemed both heavy and decorative. She leaned forward, brushing her face against the black dragon's thighs, and he saw that the plug itself was tipped with a gemstone, onyx-black, and that it had been carved in the shape of a dragon head.

"You're awake," Draconicon said. "Don't worry. I haven't taken her from you. I'm just letting her get into the right mindset to learn."

"What...mmmph...what is..."

"She wants to be more than she is. She wants to know how to give you what you need, and how to be the tougher dom that she wants to become. There are so many desires in her mind, but so many things that hold her back. So, I'm letting her come into this without those in the way...and part of that involves sliding down to this state for a little while."

"She...wants to be a sub?"

"No. She is, however, a switch, so there is a hunger that needs feeding from time to time." Draconicon chuckled, patting Mina's head as he tilted it back, showing a few pre-cum stains along her lips. "But she's close to being done with that. First, though, let's make sure that she has a similar trigger to yours."

"Trigger - oh...oh..."

Jason's eyes widened as the black dragon slid back on the bed, showing off his feet as he did so. The dark-scaled, shimmering undersides were just as potent and powerful as he remembered, and his mouth watered as he stared at them.

Even as the black dragon scooted back, the mouse's eyes followed those soles. Jason had known that she had a foot fetish - he'd indulged that for her more than once - but this was the first time that he had seen her hunger for someone else's to that extent. She had enjoyed being pressed against his while fucking his ass with a strap-on, had enjoyed making him suck on her toes, but this was something new.

She leaned in without a word, dragging her cheeks up and down the black dragon's soles. Having her submit to someone else was, oddly enough, not that bad. It wasn't a feeling of being cheated on, as he'd half-expected, but rather something more...intimate than that. A shared thing, a bonding thing.

They had both submitted to this other man. It just seemed right that their relationship left them sharing their dom.

"That's it...let it all out...admit what you need," Draconicon whispered, and Mina answered.

"I need...mmph...such hot...sexy feet..."

"Keep going, little one."

"I love feet. I love hot, sweaty feet. Musky, strong, big enough to cover my head..."

"You love getting fucked while you have your head in a pair of feet, don't you? Losing yourself to that scent, to that need, to be focused on being underfoot rather than on top."

"Mmmph..."

"It's a mouse thing. Completely natural."

"Completely...natural..."

"It's completely natural for a mouse to want to be underfoot."

"Completely natural for a mouse...to want to be...underfoot."

"Yes...breathe in."

She did, and Jason blushed, his cock throbbing as he watched Mina's holes clench at the scent of the black dragon's soles. She all but juiced right then and there, and her thighs clenched together as her pussy dripped down her legs.

"Mmmph...Mistress..."

She didn't respond to him, but she did nuzzle between the black dragon's feet. One side, then the other, then the other, always grinding her fur into his scales. They started to smear against her face, leaving her looking wetter, slicker. It didn't take long before the mouse started to look a bit more like a drowned rat, wet and horny and dirty, and Jason would have been lying if he said that the look didn't appeal to him on some level.

Biting his lips to keep his own moans back, Jason satisfied himself by tensing his hips, making his cock jump. Every so often, a bit of pre-cum jetted from the tip, hitting the floor between him and the black dragon, and he knew that if he actually came, it would spray his mistress's legs, her feet, possibly all the way up to her ass. The image made him hornier to think about, and he kept flexing, kept spurting as the show got stronger and more intense, more perverse.

"Mmm, that's it, little mouse. You like it...you love it."

"I love it...I love being...underfoot."

"You can cum from being underfoot, can't you?"

Impossible, Jason thought, and yet, his cock throbbed knowingly. What had the black dragon done to him to make him think that was even possible?

"You want to cum...you need it..."

"I need it...need it so bad..."

"You are getting off on being underfoot...getting so close on the scent..."

"Yes..."

"You are a foot slut..."

"Foot slut..."

"You are a musk slut..."

"Musk slut..."

"And this is what you need...to be a good dom...to be a good mistress...you have to indulge."

"Mmmph..."

"Indulge...breathe it in...and cum."

Jason was sure that the command was impossible, but no sooner had Mina taken her next breath than she started spasming from head to toe. Jason stared with his mouth agape, unable to look away from the display as his mistress actually came from nothing but being underfoot and taking in the musk of another. She arched her back, she hunched her hips, she squirted all over her own feet. Her ass clenched, pulling at the plug inside of her, dragging it in before pushing it back out a bit and repeating the process over and over again.

The feral dragon could not believe what he was seeing, but it was hot. It was amazingly hot.

Mina slumped forward, panting and gasping, but the black dragon wasn't done with her yet. Jason watched as the bigger male reached out with his tail, making Mina look up at him. Something was whispered between them, and she slowly sat up, smirking as she pulled her anal plug out of her hole. Her pucker was stretched wide, obviously well-stretched, and she looked over her shoulder at him. All the confidence that he was used to seeing had come back with a vengeance, and she smirked as she flicked her tail out, pointing at her hole with it.

"Get over here. You have a job to do, Jason."

"Mmph..."

"I bet that feral tongue is much longer than the old one. Get it up my ass and show me how you can serve me now."

There was something more direct and intense with her now. Oh, that slight lovingness was still there, but she had never been that direct and focused before, never had quite that level of confidence to order him right between her cheeks. It had always come with some hint of embarrassment before, but this? This was someone that knew just what they wanted and was unashamed of asking for it.

Released from his own hypnotic bonds, Jason crawled across the floor, and as Mina spread her cheeks for him, he rammed his snout right between them. He half-expected a moan of shock, but instead, she grabbed his horns and jammed him further up there.

"Get started. I want to feel that first orgasm two minutes from now, you scaly little slut."

Oh, things had changed...things had changed a lot for her to get this far, this fast. And he could only imagine that they'd change even further if Draconicon had his way...

The End

Summary: Jason brings his mistress to the city, only for Drac to start showing off even more.

Tags: M/F, M/M, Foot Fetish, Hypnosis, Slavery, Feral/Anthro, Rimming, Musk, Dom to Sub, Watching, Voyeurism, Draconicon, Ordered to Cum, Cum, Squirting, Barefoot,