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Under Striped Feet Chapter 2: Deep Down Underfoot For Bluedude By Draconicon

I have to hand it to him, that skunk knows his hypnosis.

Draconicon shook his head a few times as he stared up at the ceiling, the bland beige surface somewhat distorted through the plexiglass above him. It was just thin enough for him to still be able to see, while still functioning as a table, but he had to admit that it would be hard to deal with it if it weren't for the hypnosis locking his arms and legs in place. The weight pressed down against his hands and feet, and it only got worse when his Master pushed his feet down on the top.

Admittedly, it was rather hard to think of anything with slick skunk soles pressed against the plexiglass, flattening out and looking even more tantalizing than usual. The black dragon bit his lip as looked up at the skunk's feet, trying not to think about how they felt around his face, how they'd tempted him into doing things that he really shouldn't have done, like going shopping for sandals with a toy up his ass the day before yesterday, or...

He blushed as he pushed the memory of Day 4 of his slavery away. Better not to think of that for the moment, or hypnosis might not be enough to keep him still for the table.

The dominant skunk wasn't making it easy for him anyway, as he stared upwards. Draconicon wanted to look away, but with those feet in place, he couldn't do anything. All he could do was stare at the dancing toes and the occasionally wrinkled soles, his eyes drawn to them as his cock throbbed in its own helpless way.

It wouldn't even cum, he knew that, but he could feel it soaking his jockstrap from the inside. He couldn't look down, but he remembered how it looked when he'd put it on. White down the center with black stripes on the side, almost like a silly tuxedo form of underwear. It was all that the Master would allow him to wear, tonight, and he groaned as he felt his cock continue to throb.

"You alright down there, Drac?"

"Mmmph..."

"I'll take that as a yes, little table. You know, your own soles look rather nice through the table. I'm glad I thought of this."

He blushed further, his cheeks burning. This was not quite what he'd expected for a night, but he supposed it could be worse. It wasn't like the TV was turned to more foot porn, or another replay of his actions in the store. He still couldn't believe he'd been worshiping feet that long in public without getting caught.

Watch, listen, relax, obey.

The mantra popped into his head, and his eyes rolled back for a moment, his body stiffening up as his mind slipped away for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that Master was standing on the table. His eyes went wide as he stared at those pads spread out, flattened against the glass, and he couldn't look away as the muscle-chub skunk walked from one end of the table to the other, his toes pressing into the glass, flattening, and pulling away again. Every time, he left footprints behind that faded a few seconds later, but for some reason it kept making him throb to watch.

"Looks like you're pretty stable, slave."

Draconicon grunted, the only sound that he could really make. Tables weren't supposed to talk, after all, and for all that he knew that this was hypnosis, there was nothing he could do about it.

And secretly, it made him throb a bit more to be this helpless.

His master dragged one slick foot over the side of his face before a knock on the door interrupted them. Draconicon blinked, trying to figure out what could be happening. Had Master ordered dinner or something? Or had -

"Don't worry, table. I'll be right back."

The skunk disappeared, leaving the near-naked dragon to his thoughts. His mind raced. Master wasn't a cruel person, but he was a sneaky and sometimes mischievous one. The skunk had sent him into the store to get humiliated and put underfoot, after all, and he doubted that it would be the only time that sort of thing would happen. There had to be something else -

"Come in, come in."

The master's voice echoed down the hall, and Draconicon groaned. So, it would be other friends. Somehow, he wasn't surprised at this, though he'd been hoping that it wouldn't be so soon. Well, at least he and Master didn't know so many of the same people, so he doubted it would be anyone that he -

Oh, damn...

Master came back into the room, and so did two people that he knew all too well. First was a white dragon, someone that he'd pranked a number of times with magic and hypnosis of his own, named Havok. The other was a very large wolf, slightly grayed in color, and with muscles that seemed to have no end. Both of them were barefoot, and both of them were smirking.

"Heh, look at that. Drac really is a little hypnotized slut tonight," Havok said.

"Did you expect anything else? The little bitch just begs for it every day," Lupe added, the wolf swinging himself over to the couch. "I'm just amazed it took him this long to get locked down as one."

This night was going to get a fair bit more humiliating, he knew. Havok had every reason to give him payback, considering the amount of times he'd put the white dragon under his feet, and Lupe was one of those big guys that he'd...semi-reluctantly...given up his ass to in the past. The fact that they were both here for a night of humiliation wasn't that surprising. The surprising part was that Master had known to -

The three of them put their feet up on the table, their soles pointed down, and Draconicon whimpered as they started grinding their feet back and forth, toes occasionally touching as they started sliding their feet all over the table.

His cock had never been harder, and his hole had never been twitching more than it was at that moment.

He stared at the feet as they talked above him, unable to take his eyes off of them. They were all so different, from Master's long but slender, padded feet to Havok's thicker but shorter white scaled soles, to Lupe's furry monster-sized paws that could have covered his face entirely. Every one of them looked utterly sexy, and he knew that he was starting to drool. It was running down the side of his face.

They kept talking, occasionally saying something about him, but it was hard to think of just what they could be saying. After all, there were feet to watch.

Suddenly, Lupe pulled one big foot off of the table. As the black dragon shifted his weight a bit to accommodate the sudden shift, the big paw pressed down on him, the furry toes smothering his face. They curled around his nose, trapping him in the sweaty, musky scent of the wolf's paw, and he gasped, groaning as his cock throbbed and oozed, staining the jockstrap so much that the white front started to turn gray from how wet it was.

"Heh, look at the little bitch. Getting off on my feet so fast."

"Oh, don't worry, Lupe. The dragon can't actually cum."

"What, you mean that's all fucking pre?"

"Hmm, I am very, very good at what I do."

"I'll say."

The foot ground against his face, the sole rubbing along the side of his snout as the toes continued to drum and curl around his nose, holding his mouth shut and keeping him from doing anything but breathing in that scent, that powerful wolf musk.

It didn't get any easier as Havok joined in, the white-scaled foot pressing against the other side of his face. The pair of feet sandwiched him in completely, not letting him move his face in the slightest, and he shivered as he realized that they were pinning him down.

More and more weight slipped off of the table as the other soles pressed against his body. Lupe's hot, slick foot pressed down against his side, the wolf's foot stretching all the way across his belly from its sheer size, while Havok pressed his other foot against the black dragon's chest, heel grinding against his pecs.

But the absolute 'worst' were Master's feet pressing down against his thighs. Not only did they make his legs spread further to make room for them - and thus destabilizing the 'table' more - but they ground right into his balls, the heels pressing into the bottom of the jock while the rest of the sole pressed into his bulge. He shivered, having a hard time holding still, even with the hypnosis.

Clenched jaws stifled all sorts of grunts and moans that he wanted to make as those feet slid along him, gliding along his bare scales and the soaked front of the jockstrap, and he shivered as he felt the toes and the little claws on the tips pricking against his scales, reminding him of his place. He shivered again -

Watch, listen, relax, obey.

And stiffened as soon as the words went through his head. The phrase reinforced everything that he had to do, making him a little sturdier, a little more capable.

Of course, it didn't help when Lupe shoved a toe in his mouth, making him suck on it. Not that he fought it all that hard, his lips forming a seal around it as he started sucking, his tongue moving and lashing against it.

"Heh, yep, just a little foot slut, isn't he?"

"Well, hasn't he always been?"

"Not so much for you, Havok, from what I've heard," Master teased.

"Hey, I got him back. Remember the auction house?"

"Yes, one of my cousins was helping out with that. And then you let him loose again."

"Well..."

"Hey, how long are we gonna leave him underfoot? When he called, I thought we were gonna fuck him up good."

"Patience, Lupe, patience. Let's get him nice and riled up, first."

First? Draconicon shuddered. If he wasn't already riled up beyond belief, he wasn't sure what his Master actually had in mind for him. He wasn't sure that he could take whatever it was, but he knew that he was going to find out before long.

Minutes, then an hour passed as the others kept talking about what they were going to do with him, but it became increasingly difficult to focus when he had toes sliding into his mouth, soles dragging against his lips, and feet in general constantly teasing and poking him between his legs. Master and Havok were happy to keep milking his bound cock, making it keep dripping into the jock, while Lupe kept nudging further down, sliding his foot along the base of the dragon's tail until his toes were nudging against his puckering hole.

It didn't help that the room was kept quite warm, and the scent of soles and toes and feet were all that he could smell. All three of them released a fairly strong musk at the best of times, and having the heat on as much as it was only made it stronger.

He shivered, his body getting more and more tingly, more needy, and he licked whatever was put near him. His body broke out in a sweat as he tried to process what was going on, but every time that he tried to keep his thoughts together, someone pushed a foot in his face and he was lost again, drawn further and further down into lust.

It wasn't until the table was finally taken off of his feet and he was allowed to stand that he was able to pull himself together a bit, but his mind was already drawn down into the deep subby state, and he knew that they weren't going to let him out of it anytime soon.

Master had pulled down his zipper, the skunk squeezing a fairly hefty cock as it throbbed up.

"Alright, Drac. Take a seat on this and bounce. I want to feel you giving me all you got while taking drink orders."

"Yes, Master."

He was helpless - delightfully so - as he walked over to the couch and turned around. He felt his master's hands on his ass, pulling the cheeks apart as he sat down, and he groaned as he felt the thick skunk cock pressing against him. His hole was puckering so much and he felt so needy that he only had to push back a little bit before it popped in, and he was sliding down towards the skunk's lap with a grin.

The dragon started bouncing as soon as he felt his ass cheeks hit Master's lap, and he looked back and forth at the white dragon and the wolf. He blushed, seeing them fondling themselves - Lupe actually pulling his cock out and jerking it to the sight - but couldn't stop his slow bouncing.

"What...what'll you have?"

"I'm gonna have that ass of yours, you slut. Heh, can't wait to feel those fat-ass cheeks bouncing against my dick."

"Lupe, order a drink first."

"Yeah, yeah...beer. Whatever you got."

Draconicon nodded, blushing as his cock throbbed against the front of the jock, barely forming a bulge against the too-big front. He looked over to the white dragon, and saw Havok smirking at him.

"I'll take some water. Just for now, though. Might have something else later."

"Alright."

Draconicon nodded a few times, and tried to stand up. However, he couldn't. His legs were frozen, and his hips kept moving on their own, forcing him to fuck himself on the skunk's cock. He blushed, trying to push himself up, but he couldn't stop.

"Master?"

"Heh, don't worry. I'm almost done."

The black dragon groaned, knowing that for a fact. He could feel the skunk's pre slicking up his hole like mad, and his body kept on going and going, bouncing up and down. The muscular mephit didn't even have to move; all the work was being done by him.

Up and down, up and down he went, taking inch after inch of thick skunk cock into his ass. Every time that he reached near the top, he felt the head almost slip free before his body just shoved itself back down, his hips following the master's orders even when he was trying to get the work done that he'd been requested to do.

He couldn't stop as he felt the master groaning beneath him, felt the skunk leaning back. He leaned forward a little, and felt his tail getting pushed out of the way. He knew that master was watching his ass, watching it bounce and shake and jiggle every time that he slid himself down to the hilt, and the dragon blushed.

It only took a few minutes for the skunk to blow his load, and as soon as he felt the seed spurting in his ass, Draconicon was able to stand up. It turned out to be a slight mistake, anyway, as he felt the skunk seed splattering all over his ass cheeks, 'glazing' them with skunk musk and seed.

"I'll get the drinks."

He walked on his own, for a change, all the way to the kitchen. He pulled down a pair of glasses, filling them with water for Master and Havok, before getting a beer bottle from the fridge for Lupe.

Looking out the little 'window' to the living room, he saw that all pants had been thrown off to the side. The three of them were looking back at him with all sorts of expectations in their eyes, and he groaned.

This was going to be a long night.

The black dragon walked back in, dripping pre everywhere through the soaked jock, and he submitted to their whims...

_Riding Havok while keeping his feet outstretched, his arms burning as he mechanically lifted himself up and down the white dragon's cock while Master played with his toes and soles...

Leaning forward, sucking the master's cock with abandon as Lupe tongue-fucked his ass, and Havok relentlessly teased his magic-locked cock with his fingers and feet...

Bouncing on master's and Havok's cock together, opening himself up for Lupe's monster of a cock..._

Pinned to the ground, sniffing and licking Havok and Master's feet as Lupe pounded his hole, knot-fucking him within minutes...

Pinned under the table again, an empty beer bottle up his ass as he served as a dessert able, his pre drizzled over Havok's food and his cock getting constantly milked by master's eager toes...

Double stuffed from behind by both master and Havok while Lupe fucked his face...

By the time the night was over, Draconicon was barely conscious enough to hear his master whisper him to 'sleep,' and was barely aware of a few little words filling his ears as he dropped into darkness...

Day 6...

Draconicon groaned on the beach, walking down the shores with a shake of his head. It wasn't so much that he was bothered by the fact that he was wearing flipflops now, but it was more the fact of what they were filled with...

Every step was followed by the wet smack of the flipflops coming up against his soles, and he felt the wet strings of cum connecting his feet to the bottom of the flipflops. Every step he took had the squelching feeling of walking on slime, of feeling his feet getting connected to the footwear in the most obscene way possible.

He was amazed nobody else had talked to him about it yet, or given him more than a strange look. Maybe he was lucky, but...

Draconicon looked towards the edge of the beach, back towards the parking lot. He could just make out a speedo-wearing skunk leaning against the front of the car, binoculars in hand, and he half-glared, half blushed in that direction.

He just had to send me out with some sort of mark, didn't he? he thought, feeling the skunk's cum squelch underfoot again and again, starting to leave strings of the stuff between his toes as it was worked down under the ball of his foot as well as his arch. How the hell did he cum that much?

It didn't matter in the long run, but it did make the walk that much more awkward as his cock continued to throb, trying to grow harder and harder with each step he took. Considering the different construction of the speedo he was wearing, he would have almost preferred the jockstrap from last night.

The latex clung to him in such a tight way that he only had to look down to see every detail of his shrunken cock, and only the naturally wet look of the speedo kept it from making it incredibly obvious how much he was leaking from his walk. Draconicon shivered as he passed by multiple sunbathing singles and couples, and only hoped that the sea breeze was blowing all the scent from his own neediness away.

The hypnosis he was under wasn't doing him any favors. The only thing that helped was the fact that he was forced to keep on walking despite everything else, not stopping or taking a break. That did keep him from slowing down out of fear or anything, but when he was constantly forced to look forward, as well...

Sandal season, I will never complain about you again, he thought as he looked upon a sea of bare feet. Everything he saw only reinforced that need to fall to his knees and lick at them, making him blush as he thought about being dominated by the various feet all over the beach. Big wolf feet, slender mouse feet, long rabbit feet, slippery orca feet; all of them were equally viable as a target, and he shivered as his cock felt like it was oozing out liters of pre into his speedo.

He kept walking, the sand squishing out around his sandals, but never enough to slide up and in and get the cum to stop squelching around against his feet. All he could do was keep walking, enduring the feeling of that, and he hoped that he would get to the end of the beach without -

"Heh, look who's here..."

The dragon looked up, blushing as he realized who had decided to come up. A big, green orc, a friend of a friend who had a bigger fascination with dragons than he needed right now. Draconicon could hear the squelching of cum underfoot as he walked, and he knew that Bruha did too.

"Heh, you just taking a nice walk, or were you looking for someone to put you back in your place?"

"Come on, Bruha, not here..."

"You know what you want, hatchling. You've been in and out of my little collection for quite a while now. Why don't you take that last step?"

He shivered. Bruha's magic was something he knew all too well, and the orc knew how to be tempting as well as more than a little alluring on his own. He didn't think that Master's hypnosis could be broken, but if it could -

Watch, listen, relax, obey.

No...no, it wouldn't be broken. It would just adapt. He blushed as he let the orc keep walking with him, knowing that the end of the beach would become quite a bit messier than he initially expected...particularly with that big, green hand squeezing his ass all the way there.

When Master found him, the dragon was panting, shivering as his hole was utterly wrecked, his face marked with a green footprint, and his cock trembling like mad with the need to cum. The skunk chuckled.

"Looks like you had a bit of fun."

"How..."

"You called him. Just like you called Lupe and Havok."

"Funny how...how I never remember making those calls."

"Oh, you know me. I like to make sure that you do it right."

"You mean do it in trance."

"Tomato, tomahto."

The skunk helped him up, letting him take off the sandals finally. A little rub of a cloth on his cheek, and the master helped him get his face clean, as well.

"Alright, let's get back home. I think it's time for you to sleep..."

The dragon shivered, feeling the word dragging him down a bit. He fought it, but his feet were already mechanically moving along, dragging him through the sand in a sleepwalk at the skunk's side.

Day 7...

It was the end of the week, and Draconicon wasn't sure if he was happy or sad about that. At the very least, he was looking forward to whatever it was that master had planned for them.

The day had gone very well. He'd woken up before the master, and given the skunk's feet all the worship that they deserved, particularly for all the work that master put in during the day. He licked them, nuzzled them, and sucked the toes until they were as clean as they could possibly be, before helping master get dressed and get himself looking as good as possible. He'd gone through two brushes getting that striped tail looking right, and even then it looked a bit fluffier than it needed to.

He'd spent the day cleaning, and then watching the video that had been taken from the store. He didn't know why, but it was like he needed to...particularly when he was looking at the feet in the recording. They kept him horny, and he ended up fucking his own hole with his tail throughout the recording. Edging, fucking himself, for over three hours.

Master's return had been followed by another session of paw worship, taking off those socks and sucking them clean before helping master strip down, and then cooking dinner for the pair of them. Tacos, something quick and easy, as requested by the skunk, so that they could get to the last bit of fun for the day.

It was good. It was always good when he cooked.

Now, now he was sitting on the edge of master's bed, wearing nothing at all. His cock throbbed, the size of it reminding him of how much he'd fallen from the first day. No longer a magnificent rod of twelve inches, it was barely six inches long now, and thinner to boot. His balls had grown, but not through magic. The long-term chastity had kept him from orgasming at all, not even in his sleep, and they'd swollen to almost twice their size.

Worst of all, he felt a tremendous hunger in his ass, and a tingling itch in his feet, a need for attention in both that just couldn't be satisfied, and most definitely couldn't be ignored. Draconicon kept shifting back and forth, feeling the need to put something up his hole, and fighting the temptation to use his tail for it.

I just...gotta wait for a bit longer. The week is almost over, and then I can go back to my normal life. Just a little bit longer, and then I'll be back to normal.

Normal. What even was that anymore?

He chuckled despite himself, shaking his head as he tried to focus on the situation instead. At the very least, Master would be making sure that this last part would be fun. He knew the game; he'd played it in the past. Start out good, and end with a bang, make the finale the very best part of the experience, and you had a chance to keep your little slave for a much longer time. He knew how it worked...

And he was scarily worried about how well it would work on him.

Draconicon looked at the bathroom door, knowing that the skunk was doing something to get ready for him, and he blushed as his cock throbbed, knowing that it would be big. But what, what would it be?

The door finally opened, and Master stepped out. The pendant and a cock ring were all he wore, though he held his hand behind his back. Draconicon watched as the skunk walked over to the bed, setting something down with a click on the nightstand before turning around, smiling.

"On your back, slave."

Draconicon nodded, falling backwards until his back was flat on the bed, his wings out to the side and his tail hanging down towards the foot of the bed. The big, muscle-chub skunk straddled his tail, and Draconicon moaned as he felt little dribbles of pre running down over his tail.

"Heh...you look just right like that. Put your legs up, Drac."

He did, and immediately the ankles were grabbed like handlebars, keeping them high up and right in the skunk's line of sight. He blushed as his master nuzzled each one, sniffing against his arch before giving his toes a lick. The simple feeling of that wet tongue dragging along his toes nearly pushed him over the edge, and he had no doubt it would have if it wasn't for the damned chastity spell.

Master scooted up even closer, dragging his cock against the dragon's ass, nudging his hole a few times. Each time, he felt how slick the master was, how eager he was to be inside...and he shivered as he felt the same eagerness for himself.

"You ready?"

"Yes, master..."

"Heh...then tell me, Drac...tell me how bad you want it."

"Master?"

"You heard me. I want to hear you beg a little bit. You and I both know it's not just the hypnosis. Tell me how bad you want to be filled with a big cock, and I'll let you have it."

Oh, brilliant, he thought in annoyance and admiration. The skunk was right; this was more than the hypnosis, but at the same time, this would help feed the hypnosis. Drive the point home. Make him want it more...and he was helpless to do anything about it, with the itch having grown as bad as it had.

"Fine master...Please...let me have your dick inside of me...I need to be filled to the brim...I need..."

"Yes?"

"I need to be fucked hard, master...I need to feel you pounding into me, and feel your dominance...I need...I need to be fucked...please...fuck me..."

"Heh, not bad...but could be better. I'll let you have it, though."

The skunk slid forward, and Draconicon gasped as the skunk's cock slid past his hole. It felt bigger, definitely thicker than it had been, and he shivered as it went deeper and deeper into him. His toes curled, and were immediately licked as he was filled to the brim again and again, the skunk's hips already pistoning back and forth and giving him exactly what he needed.

He could barely move, and he suspected that he was pinned down by some sort of hypnotic command, but it didn't matter. He could moan and gasp, his cock throbbed with suppressed eagerness, and his hole was getting filled. That was all he needed.

In and out, in and out Master went, the skunk pounding his hole with a slowly increasing speed. Every thrust was a hard, firm, filling one, smacking off his ass with a resounding clap, and he moaned as he arched his back. His cock drooled over his belly, both from the fulfilling thrusts and the slow licks along his soles.

"Master...Master..."

The skunk didn't respond, only keeping up the slow fuck. Draconicon groaned, resting his legs in the skunk's grip, feeling his master lick and squeeze him, teasing him and keeping him going. He felt each smack against his ass, feeling his ass cheeks jiggle from the impact, and he moaned for more. He would have pushed back if he possibly could, but all he could do was lay there and take it, lay there and enjoy it.

He was a dripping mess in short order, and soon his master was leaning forward, arms pressing down against the bed as he humped away. Draconicon's legs were drawn up to his chest, but it meant that the skunk could lick and slurp along his soles as much as he wanted, the big guy hammering home faster than ever.

Draconicon grunted, wanting to cum so bad, but it just wouldn't happen. His body would not blow his load, not with the magic in place, and he couldn't remove it. All he could do was take it, his cock throbbing, veiny, and dripping, but unable to do anything else.

Minutes, perhaps half an hour and two position changes later, his master came in him. Draconicon moaned as he slumped against the headboard of the bed, his soles pressed up against the skunk's balls as his ass was filled with thick seed, and slumped forward, his head resting against the pillows as he shivered and moaned in bliss.

He was flipped over, the skunk sitting by him with a chuckle.

"You really do seem to have a lot more fun on the bottom than the top, Drac."

"...No comment, master."

"You know it's not that bad a thing."

"Yeah..."

"Then why do you -"

"Because it's more fun to be 'forced.' To be nudged into it...to be controlled."

"Heh."

The skunk smiled, but before Draconicon could do anything, one slippery foot smooshed down on his cock. He gasped, flopping onto his back as he moaned and shivered, his cock so sensitive from how close he was. He whimpered, squirming from under that foot.

"Agh...what...what are you doing...master?"

"I'm letting you cum. I'm going to keep milking your dick for a bit longer, and then I'm going to let you cum. I figure it's time to see just how much of a flood a dragon can make after this long, all pent up."

"You...tease..."

"Would you prefer me to tease?"

"NO!"

"Then just moan for me, dragon. Moan for me."

And he moaned. He moaned a lot as he felt that foot sliding around his cock, soaking in his pre. The heel ground at the very base, almost pushing his balls flat against his crotch, before the toes curled around the tip of his cock and jerked it around like some sort of car control stick. The toes spread, letting his cock slide between them, letting it throb and leak and swell.

Up and down, up and down the foot moved, grinding against him, flattening it down against his belly before letting it spring up again, encouraging it to leak all the more for all that he squirmed and shivered to get away from it, to think, to do anything else.

Master slid his heel up to the very tip, grinding just under the head, and Draconicon moaned at the top of his lungs, whimpering as he felt he was right on the edge. His magic was holding strong, keeping him there, but it felt so good that it almost hurt.

"Please...please, master! Let me cum!"

"Alright...blow."

With permission, he was finally able to remove the spell, and his cock exploded almost instantly. His eyes rolled back in his head as he came, and he just floated on that afterglow as pump after pump of cum came shooting out.

He was vaguely aware of still cumming on the white-washed wall before he knocked himself unconscious.

Draconicon woke up with a blanket over his body and a few towels under his head, as well as an arm around his side. He groaned, looking over his shoulder, and saw Azure...

Azure. Not master, but Azure. He cleared his throat.

"The hypnosis?"

"Gone. Like I promised, I made sure that you were completely fine afterwards."

"Thank you for keeping your word."

"I just added one thing."

The dragon arched an eyebrow as the skunk pulled on the blanket, and looked down at Azure's gesture.

There, around his right big toe, was a silver ring with a blue band through the middle, and some sort of blue stone standing out in the middle of it. He blinked a bit, and looked back at the skunk.

"What's that?"

"Oh, just a little reminder of your week under me. And a chance for you to cash in for another week, if you want to."

"You think I'd come back for that?"

"You don't have to, but I have a pretty strong feeling that you will. Besides, you can't really take the ring off unless you're coming back for another week, anyway; I did leave that in your mind."

"Great. Another piece of jewelry."

"He, you know you love it."

The stupid part was, he did. He hadn't been lying about needing the skunk's domination and enjoying it as much as he had been. That was all truth, and all his own needs. The fact that he had been hypnotized into saying it did cheapen it a little bit, but...well, all in all, he supposed it could have been a lot worse.

He pushed back against his 'master,' enjoying the warmth under the blankets. The dragon sighed, and patted the skunk's arm.

"Thanks for the fun time."

"Heh, anytime. Seriously; you're someone that most people would be way too happy to own."

"Don't I know it...don't I know it...Oh, by the way. The recordings?"

"I'm keeping those."

"Couldn't you -"

"Nope. Souvenirs. Mine."

Azure almost sounded a bit childish, and the dragon chuckled.

"Sleepy skunk?"

"Very."

"Alright...we'll talk more later."

Azure nodded, and before long, he was quite aware of the snoring going on behind him. He chuckled, but didn't bother getting up. It was comfy enough, after all, and he needed some rest as well. Draconicon closed his eyes, and sighed as he slowly drifted off into slumber.

The End