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Title: Sponsoring Sexy Soles

"So...let me get this straight, Archmage. You're trying to bribe little old me to go around barefoot all day?"

Draconicon chuckled at the hippo's attempt at a seductive tone of voice, taking the chance to lean back on his enchanted liquid-metal chair. The magic-rich material slid under him, reforming to his scaly rump and allowing his tail out the back while also offering a comforting cushion for his wings. The bottom stretched out, lifting up to support his ankles, giving him a lounging position when it had been the next thing to a throne but a moment ago.

"Because if you're trying to pay me to go barefoot, that sounds like you're trying to perv on my sexy soles, Archmage. Mmm, what would the other students say?"

"That you discovered a little fact that most of the second-year students have been aware of for a while," Draconicon said, shaking his head. "And, of course, you're not wrong. I enjoy seeing some lovely bare soles around. Preferably a little slick and shiny. And from the smell in the air, I can already tell yours are."

"But of course; a lady learns the likes of her potential lovers," Niandra said, tossing her head back as if offended. "As if I would miss something so obvious and not take advantage."

It was impossible not to smile at her attempts. The black dragon had little doubts that Niandra would go on to become quite the seductress one day. She'd come to his school, like many, to get a better handle on her Power and take it further. The fact that she'd already learned enough Body magic to control both her sweat and size in just a few weeks spoke to some innate talent, and the fact that she was already leaning in, her gold robe pulling tighter and tighter under a pair of breasts that were clearly growing, said that she wanted more.

Another of those special-lessons students, he imagined. There were always a few in each class that wanted to leap forward. Niandra would learn, just like -

"So, if that's the case, what do you really want from your students? Because I'm sure that I can deliver, you sexy dragon..."

Draconicon sputtered before he could stop himself, and the hippo smirked. She swayed her way to the arm of his chair, leaning her hips against it and looking down at him.

"Mmm, I knew that would tempt you, Archmage. Or would you prefer if I called you 'Master' when I was giving you what you wanted, hmmmm?"

Well, she's got a better handle on seduction than I expected...

He took a second look at her. Niandra was relatively new to the school, but she'd already risen up from the bottom ranks to become of the better students in the Body classes. Not quite the top-ranking student with her grades, but definitely within the top five of the current thirty, and that was saying something considering who some of the others bucking for those spots were. She had a thick-set body, with gray skin that seemed to constantly glisten (mostly magically, he was sure) and had the usual thick hippo curves that made her look like an old-style fertility idol. The way that her robe was cut to her flesh, it seemed to show off everything that much more, and he knew that if she were to take even a little breath in -

Yep, there it was. Her breasts lifted out of her robe ever so slightly, showing the glistening dark flesh of her nipples for a half-second before she sucked them back in. He knew if he looked further down, he'd see a wet spot where the robe had made a brief camel toe.

Of course, further down still, as she made herself comfortable and swiveled around, were her sandaled feet. They were barely covered, of course, but she seemed to know where his eyes went. Instead of hiding them, she pushed her toes against the bands between them, the chubby gray digits leaving wet marks on the front of his robe.

"Mmmm, I bet you that you want a lot more from me than just a show, 'Master.' What do you really want from all those students you're bribing, hmm? I'm sure that we can just skip past all the niceties and do this properly. Certainly better - and more - than all those other students you've paid are doing for you..."

The black dragon took a deep breath as she nudged her sandaled toes at the edges of his robe, slowly pushing it further and further apart. His balls were already somewhat exposed as a result, and she chuckled.

"Mmmm, Master's so big and virile, isn't he? I bet that you've been churning away, staring at so many soft, luscious soles. But I bet none of them are as good as mine. As soft, as slick, as shiny. As big. Do you know how hard I have to look to find sandals that fit me? Do you know -"

"Let's cut to the chase, then." Draconicon grunted as he sat up. "I was going to give you an additional three-hundred a month to go barefoot. That's almost a third of your monthly tuition back. What do you want?"

"Mmmm, let's say...another hundred?" The hippo chuckled, letting her sandal fall. "And maybe a few private lessons."

"Two hundred, no lessons."

"Mmm, I suppose -"

"No take-backs."

Niandra blinked, and he smiled.

"You make an offer to your teacher - and your master - and you should be ready to follow through. You offered to, and I quote, 'do this properly.' Now, did you ask what that meant?"

"...I'm starting to think I should have."

"Indeed. Because you just sold your legs into genuine slavery for five-hundred credits a month."

The absolute flustered and confused expressions dancing across Niandra's face were just delightful. Draconicon smiled as he shook his head, snapping his fingers. One of the cameras on the balcony tilted toward him, then bobbed in response. Knowing that one of the kobold servants would be soon at hand, he turned back to her.

"Now, I'll be kind, and treat this as a three-month contract, juuuuuust to the end of summer, let's say."

"You mean to the end of sandal season. Pervert."

"Says the lady that was trying to get into my robes and get a few more magical lessons for herself. Hmm, hmm. Take it as a lesson and grow, little one."

He tapped her nose just as a clanking set of footsteps announced the arrival of one of the servants. Draconicon leaned back with a small nod at the approaching mecha-bold, one of three dozen mechanized servants that wandered the school's halls.

It carried a tray with a thick pair of anklets on the silver platter. Each one glimmered with a few circuit lines along the interior, as well as broad gems along the outside. He lifted them free, tapping her left foot.

"Extend."

"...Hmmph. You managed to catch me with this one, 'Master.' But I'll get you with the next one."

"Promises, promises, dear. Now, less talking...and more delivering."

Chuckling, he snapped the first anklet on. No sooner had it made contact than her sandal disappeared, vaporized completely. The curvy hippo's foot was completely exposed, the underside certainly damp. He stroked a thumb along the sole, groaning under his breath as he felt his dick already sliding out of his robe, stiffening further and further at the sight of that perfectly large bare sole.

She bit her lips, and he knew that the first little effect of the anklet was taking effect. Sensitivity, first, then turning that sensitivity into an erogenous zone. Past that, it would keep them soft and supple, 'moisturizing' them with both her own sweat and any seed that she happened to pick up. And past that...

Well, he'd see if they got to that stage.

He slapped the other one around her other ankle, and the click it made as the metal fused with itself, binding it to her legs, was all the more satisfying to hear. His cock stood up tall and proud, and he flicked his fingers. She yelped as her ankles - and feet, by attachment - jumped to his gesture.

"From now until the end of summer, your legs are mine," he said. "Now, put them to...use."

He flicked his finger down, and her feet went with the gesture, soft, supple soles wrapping around either side of his cock. Up went his finger, up went her feet. Down went the digit, down went her soles. The slow up, down, up, down of her slippery feet along his cock kept him hard, and the black dragon smiled as he closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of them gliding along his cock.

"Mmmph...I can do this myself, you know. If you think that I don't know how to give a footjob -"

"Then by all means, do."

"Oh, I will...and you'll see...that I know how to seduce a foot-loving dragon just fine, thank you very much."

"Show me."

Dropping his finger back to the arm of his chair, he let her get to work. Niandra huffed as she slid forward, barely keeping her butt on the arm of the chair as she worked her big toes to either side of the shaft. The balls of her feet ground in, increasing the pressure on the sides of his cock, and her heels ground ever so gently against his balls.

"I'm going to make you cum all over my feet, Master, and when you do, I'm going to make sure that you remember just how good my big feet felt. I'm going to make you want to pay me even more."

"Mmm, a lot of big talk, dear...but not quite enough to guarantee that."

"Oh, I'm just getting started."

He smiled, nodding as he waved for her to continue. The slow stroking began, her feet traveling up and down his cock, her toes curling just behind the head of his cock, the meaty undersides of her soles teasing him from tip to base. She was quite skilled at this, but not quite enough to demand more just yet.

But he would let her learn. The only way to get better was to practice, and judging by the huffs she was letting out, she'd soon find it impossible to resist 'practicing' with her feet.

It was going to be a good summer, even if he had to pay for it.

The End

Summary: Draconicon enjoys a bit of fun with a student in Kink-Vember 2, focusing on feet and footjobs.

Tags: M/F, Student/Teacher, Draconicon, Dragon, Hippo, Foot Fetish, Body Control, Prostitution, Bribery, Sweat, Footjob, Foot Focus, Female Feet, Anklets, Shackles,