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Perfecting the Princes

Epilogue

For Engy

By Draconicon

Ever since his last session with his master, Chris had served in something of a fog. He knew that it was there, knew that there was something on his mind that kept him from operating as the cunning, slightly manipulative person that he had always been, but the fog was so arousing and so smothering that it was easier to just go along with it rather than fighting it. It was more fun, too; the longer that he stayed in the fog and ignored it, enjoyed it, the more that the smothering warmth in his head translated to a big, fat erection between his legs.

The stallion sat at a desk that the master had given him, something that was kept just outside the alchemy lab that kept running night and day. Ostensibly, Chris served as a receptionist there, checking out the people that came to buy potions and other items for the master, as well as keeping the schedule for the day - and the master's other sluts - in line, but, well, that had become ever more ignored. The days - or even weeks - that passed left him doing less and less of that and more being a good, eager hole whenever the master was on break and needed someone to come in and worship him.

There were days when he missed his clever side, but those days were less and less frequent as the heated warmth of the mental fog kept pushing him back down. The regrets were barely lasting more than a few hours at a time these days, and the last one had barely been there for an hour and a half.

Soon, he'd be little more than the dumb, eager slut that the master seemed to want. His cock throbbed, jumping up and hitting the bottom of his desk, and Chris giggled at the sound.

"Heh...big cock is good cock," he muttered.

He went back to the papers on his desk, trying to make sense of them. He wanted to at least do something right, even if it was much harder than it used to be. There were still things that he could do, and filing paperwork should have been one of them.

But...

It was hard. Very hard, harder than his cock was. His cock throbbed, and his thoughts scattered, and the eager horniness that came from his ever-full balls pumping and churning and demanding yet another release kept pulling at his thoughts. Every time that he tried to push through it, to at least get the papers in alphabetical order, the pressure of the warm fog pushed down on him and his cock -

Thump.

His cock would jump and slap against the bottom of the desk again, and that would hold his attention, and he'd start thinking about how good it would feel to put it in one of the bimbo sluts that were constantly causing trouble around the tower and looking to get the master to fuck them.

That would be helpful, right? That would make the master happy? He thought it would.

Maybe he should bring that up with the dragon. Next time they had a meeting, before he got fucked. Yes, that would be a good time for it. If he could remember it.

His cock twitched, but not quite enough to thump the bottom of the desk again. Sexy thoughts didn't seem to make his cock activate the same way, just thoughts about why he had sexy thoughts.

Why did that -

Thump.

Mmm, no more thinking about that. Just thinking about his dick. That was the fun stuff. That was the good stuff. That was what the master wanted him to think about.

He was just about ready to give up on the paperwork when the alchemy lab door opened up. Chris turned, the dark-furred stallion smiling at the master as he came out.

The question.

Right, he had that question to ask. He opened his mouth -

"Ulk!"

Only to have a potion rammed right past his lips. Master Engy bit his lip, shaking his head as Chris was forced to swallow the thick white goo inside, and as each swallow went down his throat, the world got darker and darker until it all went black.

The last thing he heard before he conked out was 'Sorry.'

It was strange being in the white fog, and stranger still to feel it fading away. Chris wasn't usually aware in his dreams, but this time, it felt like he was...

He didn't know how to put it. He hadn't thought that anything was wrong, but as the fog started to fade, he felt like things were getting...better. Like things were opening up, like a pressure he'd only been somewhat aware of was being lifted.

What was happening?

He drifted in his own consciousness, feeling like he was looking down at some great library of things. Glancing from one book to another, he saw familiar things. Memories, manipulations, schemes plots -

Heh, that one almost worked to get rid of Twilight and her friends, Chris thought, smiling.

Then it hit him that he hadn't thought about Twilight or anyone else from the other world for a very long time. Weeks, actually, just about as long as he had been in the foggy state, and as long as he knew that the master had been teasing him and perfecting him and changing him.

As he looked around, he felt like a ghost in a library, and the library was his mind. All around were finished books - the memories - and scattered on tables throughout the library were open books, written in but not finished. They were -

They were schemes, plans, plots. He walked between them, and he saw that most of them had been filled with a different hand, letters and script that were blunt and stamped and printed rather than written the way that he did. They all had the same word, too.

Obey.

He ran his hand over some of the books, remembering the number of schemes that he had been coming up with before he had been bonked down by the master's commands. He remembered that he'd been coming up with ways to bring Twilight and the others to the city, making a herd of mares and stallions beneath the yellow dragon to let him show off and be big and powerful. He remembered that he had come up with ways to focus Bitch and Slut to make sure that they were doing things in the city for the benefit of the master, while still being available for sex.

There were endless plans that he had put together to varying extents, but now, they were all scrawled over with that one command.

**Obey.

Obey.

Obey.**

It had been such a powerful, overwhelming thing, and yet, somehow, it didn't hit him now. What had happened? What had changed?

The soft tick-tick-tick of claws tapping the ground filled his ears. He turned, only to see the yellow dragon wandering through the shelves of his mind. Engy walked from one to another, gently rearranging some of the memories. Not changing them, just putting them forward, dragging them out to be more visible.

When he came to the tables and the books and notes scattered all around, however, he leaned over and collected all of them. Every single one that was left open to Obey was picked up and thrown away, disappearing into the ephemera. For a moment, Chris was furious, sure that the dragon was just going to mess with him again.

But then, Engy pulled out more notebooks, lying them down on the table and - after pulling out a different notebook - writing out the same things that Chris had written in them before. They were copied almost word for word, with only the occasional bit of abbreviation to push it out a little faster.

Chris was already shocked, but he was even more shocked at the fact that the dragon wrote 'I'm sorry' at the end of each set of notes. Chris looked at the pages, then at the dragon, then back.

With each notebook that he filled out, Chris felt like he was...like he was waking up, as if from some bad dream. He felt like his mind was opening, the doors that had been closed coming open again. Cleverness and guile such that he had forgotten he'd had were flowing freely, giving him ideas, reminding him of the things that he could do, and this time, there was almost nothing that kept him from imagining other, more twisted things.

Almost nothing.

There were two things that stood in the way. The first was the continued loyalty to the master; that had not changed, and he doubted that it ever would. Everything he did had to be to the benefit of the master rather than the detriment, and it colored every plan that passed through his head.

The second...was the horny.

He was still so horny.

Finally, Master Engy put the last of the notebooks down, and with it, Chris felt like...himself, he supposed. For the first time in too long, the fog was gone, and the only arousal left was the natural, needy stuff that he had always had. When he'd been a changeling queen, that had been a lust for power, control, and proper partners that would sate the itch that was always growing for her. Now, as a stallion, it was for something else. Still for the power and control, but for the sake of someone else...

And his own pleasure, of course.

The fog was fading and the library as well. He was waking up, and he knew that his master would be hiding for a while. That would give him time to come up with something perfect...

And to get off a couple of times.

Once he'd jerked off enough to clear his brain, the stallion knew just what he needed, and it would show his master that he'd made the right choice to do what he'd done.

One hour later, he knocked on the master's penthouse door. When there was no immediate answer, he leaned back and kicked it down. Considering he was a stallion with very powerful legs, that was easily done.

The yellow dragon leaped out of his chair, almost knocking a brewing potion down in the process. He stumbled to his feet, yanking his robe closed as Chris all but strutted across the penthouse floor.

"What is - why are you - are you - who is that?"

The last was addressed to the bag that Chris was dragging across the floor, he was sure. The stallion tossed it up and over, the bag landing right at the dragon's feet. It fell open to reveal Bitch and Slut, wolf and fox, all but snuggled into a 69 that had them sucking each other off as hard as they possibly could, moaning for more as they tasted each other and were sated on each other's juices.

As the master dragon stared down at them, Chris grabbed one of the many kobolds running around the room. He fixed the little guy with a green-eyed glow, and in less than a second, the kobold was on all fours, shoving his ass back. The stallion happily let himself fuck the little slut while he turned back to his master, popping his flare in and out of that tiny little hole.

"I fixed your Bitch-Slut problem," Chris said.

"...How?"

"Simple. I made them crave their own cocks as much as they craved yours."

"So...they're not going to chase me anymore?"

"Nope. And if you put one of them somewhere else, they'll be so ravenously needy for their partner that they'll come up with any number of plans in order to get that cock they crave again."

"...You..."

"I fixed it," Chris said, pausing to shift his position. He sat down on the floor, pulling the kobold into his lap. The mind-zonked little lizard continued to bounce, moaning all the while as he fucked himself on the stallion's cock. "Mmph. These little guys are horny as hell, aren't they?"

"They are, but...you're not mad?"

"Not anymore."

"But...you were?"

"Master. You basically stuffed horny-cotton in my head and told me to do nothing but be horny. So, yeah, I was a little upset about - mmmph - that," he grunted, huffing as the kobold took him to the base. "But that doesn't mean I can't get around that. Particularly now that you can see that I can come up with solutions for you."

"...You can, at that."

"So, let me do that. Fuck me from time to time. And we'll get along fine. Right, master?"

"...Heh." Engy smiled, rubbing the back of his head. "I was hoping that you'd say something like that. I mean, I thought you would, but -"

Chris rolled his eyes, focusing his attention on the kobold bouncing on his lap. He rested his hands on the rounded, scaly hips, and for a moment, he imagined himself fucking the master, instead. It didn't last long; he doubted that he'd be allowed to think of that until the master felt subby enough to allow that horse cock to do what it wanted. But until then, he knew that he'd made his point.

"So, how long until I can pull the other ponies in from my old world?" Chris asked.

"Oh, um...you remembered that?"

"I remember all my ideas."

"Even the -"

"Overthrow plans?" Chris chuckled. "I remember those most of all...but I'd need some help to make you top-dragon here. And I don't think you really want it, anyway. So...when do I get to bring those bitches here to teach them a lesson?"

The End

Summary: Chris is given the chance to come back and be useful for his dragon master, though he is rather forceful about it.

Tags: M/M, Anal, Mind Control, Mind Re-Write, Kobold, Dragon, Stallion, Changeling, Series, Fox, Wolf, Oral, Sucking, Manipulation,