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Draconicon's Rule 34 Harem Chapter 16: Accepting His Place Sponsored by BlazingPelt By Draconicon

Asriel slept, but not well. He was drawn out by fear and paranoia more than once, and when he did sleep, he slept in dreams of anger and fear. He saw himself as the monster that he had slowly allowed himself to become, and this time, there was no mercy from a reset to be had. All he could do was watch, and judge, and scream in his sleep.

More than once, he jolted awake, jerking himself from the dreams in a desperate frenzy. He lurched upright, sitting up and staring at the stone wall across from him, his breath coming in hisses and fits. He would reach up, try and claw his face, try and reach out for the reset button that he always knew was there. There was always a way to start over -

But no. He was done. He could not do it anymore, because there was someone else that was stronger, someone else who had greater determination than he did. Every time he tried, he felt the gentle pressure of the dragon's presence on him, slowing him down, then stopping him. No matter how hard he strained to push that button, no matter how hard he tried to start it all over again, the presence of the other man stopped him every time.

He wanted to rip the dragon apart for giving him this pain. Even though he had a body again, even though he was himself once more, he wanted to rip the dragon into pieces for making it hurt so much. Everything that he had done had been forced back up, had been dragged out from behind the walls. There was no more holding back, no more pretending that it had been needed.

No, this was judgment, and the judge was the harshest person imaginable.

Himself.

Asriel slept and woke, then slept again no fewer than a dozen times that first night, but every time that he woke up, it hurt a little bit less. He was able to take in what he had done, was able to see why he had done the things that he did. The hurt, the manipulation, the anger at his father and mother and everything that they touched; it all stemmed from the need to survive, from giving up his love at the beginning and then being willing to do anything to hold onto that spark of life that was left to him.

Chara had long-since disappeared, and though the dragon had said that his oldest, best friend was still around, he had never had the fortune to find her on the paths of the Underground. Chara was probably dead, and if they weren't...well, it might be best for them to be assumed that way. There was no need for them to come back...

And there was no need for him to find them.

I never wanted to be a flower, he thought, staring at his hands, shaking his head, feeling the tremors running down his arms again. I didn't want...I wanted to be...I wanted to save them...open the world...

But their plan had failed. Going out there to the human world had been a mistake. They had sentenced one another to death, and Chara's plan - only told after they had gotten there - would have meant killing even more people. Maybe, maybe, if he had been dead the first time and then released, he could have gone along with that plan.

But then? Then, before he'd died the first time, before he'd given up so much of himself to keep living? When he still believed in the good of other people, and had allowed them to kill him instead of costing them six more lives?

Or now? Now that he had a soul again, to judge...

The goat pressed his hand to his chest, feeling the burning heat inside. The dragon hadn't lied. This really was a soul of fire, burning brightly inside, feeding him power and substance and...

And reflecting everything that he had done wrong...and everything that he had done right.

Asriel closed his eyes, seeing some few resets that had gone well for other people. The time that he had helped the one child that hadn't wanted to fight, the time that his father had killed him instead of the child as the little thing ran through the barrier to the world on the other side. The barrier didn't stop humans, after all. Not here. He had...he had saved them...

Was that his motivation back then? He didn't know. He just knew that something hadn't felt right, and he had done a good thing. A small thing, little more than a gesture, considering that he could keep coming back, that he didn't really die the way that other people did, but...but it had been something, at least, even if it was so small that it almost didn't matter.

He shook his head, rubbing his fingers across his face, feeling his fur again for the first time in years. It was longer than he was used to, thicker, heavier against his face. As he ran his hands along his cheeks, then over his forehead, he could feel that his muzzle was a bit longer, too, no longer the boyish face and figure that he had had so many years ago. He reached further up, touched his horns.

They're like dad's, he thought, feeling how long they were, how they pulled up and over his head rather than the little nubs that had barely broken through the skin in the past. He smiled slightly, unable to help laughing just a little bit as he realized how much bigger he was, how much...how much more of a ram he actually was compared to his old self.

I'm bigger...I'm grown-up...

He slowly sat up the rest of the way, looking down at the purple robe that the dragon had left him. It was a thick, warm garment, the sort of thing that would lay over him and make him look like a great, important person. Asriel hesitated, then pulled it up, standing up with it.

The feeling of being naked was...rather different. As a flower, there was no real way for him to feel that way, even when he had been using his various roots and vines as...well, there was no way to get around that. He had used them as dicks on various monsters, fucked them, rutted them, even raped them in the past to distract himself from his own pain. It had been cruel, yes, but he had been well aware of what he was doing.

But the resets had made them forget. He had fixed that. He had fixed that.

Regardless of that fact, he was still naked, and now that he was a goat again, that meant that certain things were hanging out in the open that hadn't been before. Asriel blushed a bit as he looked down at his body.

He had not inherited his father's thickness, that was for sure. While Asgore had been well-muscled and broad-shouldered, Asriel had always been more on the slight side, having the sort of body that looked like it would be better suited for...more delicate things, one might say. Though he was decently well-endowed between his legs, his shaft hanging down like a soft fleshy scepter at seven inches long, he did not have the hips of a man, but rather the rounded frame of a woman.

He blushed a bit more as he realized just how unintimidating that was, actually. Where he had been a monster able to dominate and rut anything that he came across in the past, he now had a sort of feminine shape, his hips looking more suited to be grabbed and held rather than the sort that would crack against a partner's hips or rump.

I didn't expect to take after mom with that, he thought, shaking his head as he pulled the robe open. As he dragged it over his head, it felt a bit more like a dress, or at least, a dressing gown, than it did a full robe. But...

Well, it worked. It covered him, and that was all that it needed to do.

He was just getting settled, finding one of the chairs in the darkness, when the soft click-click-click of clawed footsteps filled the air. The goat turned, his palms glowing with balls of fire -

Only to see that it was the dragon again. He must have left the cave for a short time, and he carried charred fish in his hand.

He'd look better charred, too, the goat thought for a moment. He forced more power down his arms, filling the balls of fire in his fists -

"Relax."

The dragon dismissed it with just a word, and Asriel felt the command echo through his head. He felt the urge to put the fires out, and despite his anger and fear and...and everything else that the conscience of his soul made him feel, he obeyed. He let the fires fade, slowly sitting back down.

"I hate it when you do that."

"You'll get used to it," the dragon said. "Now, are you hungry?"

"...A bit."

"Here. I already de-scaled them."

The fish wasn't bad. A bit overcooked, but he supposed that was to be expected when they didn't have a kitchen. He remembered that his mom used to cook for them all the time, that her dishes had taken a while to be perfect. Something about fire magic having a hard time staying that precise...

It was a faint memory, though, and one that he wasn't surprised wasn't staying around. It had been a long time since that particular life, a long time since he had started doing resets. If it had been more than faint, he would have been surprised.

He nibbled at the fish, feeding a hunger for actual food that he hadn't felt for far too long. It took every bit of his willpower to not wolf it down, to at least hold onto a little decorum. Even so, his stomach stole it away again by rumbling, grumbling, and making it clear that it didn't approve of him holding back, even if it was good manners.

The dragon, on the other hand, had already finished his three fish by the time that Asriel had barely managed to make his way through one. The goat prince grumbled under his breath.

"You're not getting mine..."

"I don't need them. I just don't like pausing my work."

"What work?"

"The work that'll help you finish healing."

"I'm fine."

"Your nightmares say you're not."

"..."

The goat looked down. He didn't want to talk about those, but the dragon likely wouldn't let him have a choice. Just like the magic of the soul in him would keep him from having a choice in how to act.

"Am I going to be a slave for the rest of my life?"

"If you had a good master, would that be a bad thing?"

"So, yes."

"Actually, more of a 'I haven't decided.' But the question still stands."

"Why would someone need a master?"

"Mostly because they're not sure what to do with themselves," the dragon said, resting the back of his head in his hands and leaning back. "In reality, I see myself more as a manager, someone giving people direction rather than taking over their lives completely. I want their help with a common goal, and since I'm the one that knows the most about the situation, that means that I have to be the one to make the decisions about how we handle it. And, I'll admit, I take a bit of 'payment' from my supporters to keep myself going.

"However, that doesn't mean that you'll have to be there forever. Just until we solve this particular problem."

"What's the problem?"

"Oh, complete annihilation of everything in the known universe."

"..."

The dragon shrugged as Asriel stared.

"Have I disturbed the God of Hyper-Death."

"Are...are you serious?"

"Fairly. It's the main reason I'm gathering people that can help me fight it."

"And that's why you need me? Because I'm strong enough to break down entire timelines?"

"That, and I was done with seeing you suffer. I can't save all of you - not across the many different timelines and multi-verses of your existence - but if I can save one, that at least counts for something."

Asriel didn't know what to think about that. It was true that, as the flower, he had considered ripping multiple universes apart. He had been more than keen on the idea, as a matter of fact, ready to take everything back to zero so that he could make things better, so that they could run the right direction. A reset only took him back so far, while that...

But this was something different from breaking down a timeline. From what he understood, this was ripping apart an entire existence. It would be taking it past the point of where it had never been, all the way back to the point of never even getting the chance to start at all. The idea of something entering that level of non-existence...the idea that some other versions of him might have already suffered that...

A shudder ran down his spine, and he wrapped his arms around his middle.

"I don't feel good."

"That's normal. Finding out that there's a threat to all of existence out there that's that powerful tends to make you feel a bit ill."

That was putting it mildly. All the power in the world, and it wouldn't be enough to fight something like that. No wonder the dragon had come for him. No wonder saving him had seemed worth it.

"Are you going to be okay?"

"I will...I will in a minute."

"Good. We still have to finish getting you ready."

"Ready for what?"

"Remember how you asked if you'd be a slave for the rest of your life?"

Asriel nodded.

"Well, this is part of finding out if you like it."

"What?"

"...I don't remember agreeing to this," the goat said, his arms pulled over his head in chains that ran to the ceiling. "I'm pretty sure I'd disagree with this, actually."

His 'master' chuckled, shaking his head a few times. It wasn't the most reassuring gesture that could be made, either, particularly as the dragon wandered around him, fondling him, feeling him up through the robe.

Yet, at the same time, he couldn't help but blush a bit. The way that he had been rendered helpless was less...wrong...and more gentle, more like a tease, a show of power that the dragon was giving him. It was not the sort of humiliating thing that he had done to monsters before rutting them as the flower, nor was it the sort of thing that he had imagined doing to others if he ever got his body back. This was more...playful.

And it was a good sort of playful, showing him that he was being cared for, that his resistance would be nothing more than a show...that it wouldn't be punished...

He gasped as the dragon suddenly groped his balls through the robe, pulling on them, dragging them down a bit. Asriel arched his back, going up on tiptoes and thrusting his hips forward at the same time.

"Nnngh! What...what are you..."

"Just seeing how you react..."

"Sensitive down there...very sensitive..."

"Don't worry. I'll be careful."

The dragon smiled at him, giving him a gentle cheek pat. Then, he was out of sight, and Asriel shivered as he was left to stand there again. The grope down there had given him a bit of a boner, just enough to start lifting the front of his robe a little bit, enough to be seen, and he got a bit red in the cheeks as he imagined what that must look like.

Like I'm a pervert, probably, the goat thought. Who would have thought that a prince would be -

SMACK!

Asriel yelped at the sudden blunt impact across his ass, whipping his head around. The dragon stood behind him, a paddle in hand, and the goat blushed worse.

"What...what's that for?"

"For being such a naughty goat."

"You...you can't be...I'm a prince!"

"No, you're a slave that happens to have been a prince."

SMACK!

Another impact, another sudden streak of heat across his rump. Asriel gasped, a bleating whine coming from his throat.

"Not fair..."

SMACK!

"AH!"

He stumbled forward at the next hit, the spank making his butt hot and jiggly every time that it came down. The feeling of warmth spreading across the cheeks didn't help...and neither did the feeling of his robe being drawn up.

"Keep your tail up, little prince. You need to learn a lesson for all the things you did. You've already tortured yourself. Now, let me finish the job."

"What...what are you doing?"

"Giving you a little discipline."

"And...and my tail?"

"It'll hold the robe up."

The goat blushed worse, but at the same time, he actually felt...good. It felt good to let someone else do this. To let someone else take charge. To know that he could make up for what he had done in a way.

So, he pushed his tail up as best he could, holding the folds of his robe over it. He could feel the cool air of the cavern running across his rump, and it was followed by the wooden sides of the dragon's paddle. It was obviously a thick piece of wood, but there was more to it than that. He could feel something tingling against his rump, and there were parts of the paddle that seemed to be cut in, or pushed out, because he swore he could feel -

CRACK!

The first hit of the paddle against bare fur and flesh was enough to send him stumbling forward for real, the chains over his head the only thing keeping him from hitting the floor. He gasped for breath, bleating and then gasping again, his ass cheeks bouncing hard. They felt like they were on fire, burning hot from the hit.

CRACK!

Another one, across the other cheek, and the heat spread, aching under the cheeks. Some part of them burned hotter where the different texture on the paddle was, and he knew that there had to be something -

CRACK!

Asriel jumped at the rough hit, the blow cracking across his ass again. Each hit made the slight cushion from his size back there mean nothing, each and every strike leaving him weaker than before. He stumbled again, catching himself at the last second.

"How does it feel, little goat?"

"Hot...very...very hot..."

"Good. It's your punishment...and your pleasure..."

Yes. Pleasure. There was definitely...definitely a humiliating sense of pleasure from the pain, he was forced to admit. His cock continued to grind against the front of his robe, starting to spit pre into the cloth, starting to make it wet, make it cling.

CRACK!

Another hit, and this time he felt something from the paddle. Something that was left behind. The heat seemed to concentrate into a shape on his rump, and he tried to look down and over his shoulder.

The dragon smiled.

"You feel it, hmm?"

"What are you doing? What is that?"

"The paddle's got a word on it. I've been aiming very carefully."

"What...what's the word?"

The dragon flipped the paddle around. Burned into the wood, raised up just enough to make a mark, was the word 'SLUT.'Asriel stared, his eyes wide, and the dragon smiled.

"I told you that I take a bit of payment from my supporters. This is one big way that they pay."

"By...by indulging...you?"

"From the smell in the air, you're looking forward to it."

"That...that's not..."

"Really?"

The dragon tossed the paddle to the side, stepping up to him. Asriel bleated softly as he felt the dragon's thick bulge pressed under his tail, only to moan as his 'master's' fingers managed to find his own bulge. The thick thumb rubbing over the head of his cock through his robe only made it better, making him throb that much harder.

"Oh, you're looking forward to it, alright. Or are you the sort of prince that needs to be broken down a bit?" the dragon asked, stroking him slowly, pulling on him with a teasing smile. "Do you need me to tell you how bad you need it? To show you? Or are you going to admit that you want someone else to make it better for you?"

"Mmmph...this is...not..."

"If you say you don't deserve it...If you say anything like that...I will punish you..."

The dragon's hand dropped, squeezing the goat's balls, and Asriel went back up on his tiptoes in a vain attempt to get away.

"On the other hand, if you admit what you want, I'll make sure to work as hard as I can to make you feel as good as possible."

"Mmmph...why..."

"Because you are mine, now. And I take care of what belongs to me."

The dragon kissed the side of his neck, and the sorcerer goat shivered. He arched his back a little, pressing his burning butt back, and the dragon ground against him in return. The feeling of that thick shaft pressed between his ass cheeks was a hot, painful, but pleasurable feeling all at the same time, and he wondered what it would feel like to give in to that.

After all, monsters had no stigma about different types of partners. It wouldn't harm him to give it a shot, to see how it felt. He could...

The dragon squeezed him again, gently but firmly, dragging him back to the moment.

"Say what you what, Asriel."

"Mmmph..."

"Say it, or we go back to the punishment. And I have more than a paddle for you, if I need to teach you a proper lesson."

The goat shivered. He could probably take the paddle, though the idea of walking around with the word 'slut' burned into his butt was a bit more than he had bargained for. The idea of going further, of feeling more...

Well, that was more than he had bargained for. The goat nodded.

"I'm...I'm your slave...I want...I want to pay you back..."

"Do you, now? With your body?"

"Yes..."

"What part of your body?"

"Mmmph. That's not - ah!"

Another gentle tug, another gentle squeeze. The dragon was never going over the edge to real pain, just teasing him, pushing him, holding him, forcing him along.

"What was that?"

"Any...any part of me."

"Any?"

"Anything. My mouth, my...my butt...anything from head to toe."

"Heh...Then let's change positions."

The dragon flicked his fingers, and Asriel wasn't entirely sure what happened, but one moment, he was on his toes, and the next, he was hanging from the ceiling. He was suspended by more chains, his robes hiked up to his midsection. They were hooked around his erection this time rather than his tail, and he blushed as he realized that he was completely exposed.

His master stepped between his legs, black scales against his white fur, and the dragon's hands ran up his legs. Asriel did his best not to groan too much, but the feeling of that touch, that gentle stroking, was surprisingly nice.

It was strange to feel fingers sliding between his toes, though. He groaned.

"What's that about?"

"Let's just say that I admire your soles."

"You mean soul?"

"No, soles. I like your feet."

"That's weird."

"Eh, you get used to it."

The dragon chuckled, slowly undoing his robe. The spell that the bigger man must have laid on it earlier was broken, and the thick scent of masculinity started to fill the cavern almost immediately. Asriel took one breath, and he was immediately swept up in the arousal that the other male felt. He arched his back, he groaned, and his cock throbbed in time to his breathing.

"What...what the..."

"You'll get used to that, too. It's a bit of a cheat, but people like it."

A cheat? Asriel would call it a lot more than that, considering what it was doing to his body. He shuddered as he hung from the chains, his eyes rolling back in their sockets as he stared up at the ceiling, as that thick rod rubbed against his ass. The feeling of it sliding between the throbbing, heated cheeks was all the more embarrassing considering that his own shaft was starting to rise up, too.

"Nnngh..."

The goat groaned, curling his toes as his new master rubbed his cock up and down, each time sliding the thick head nearer and nearer to the goat's pucker. There was so much warmth down there, some of it from the paddling, some of it from the thick pre oozing from the dragon's cock. It was...it was so hard to tell what was happening...what was up...what was down...

The only thing that he knew for sure was that he needed that thick thing in him. That need was getting stronger and stronger the more that he breathed in the dragon's scent. The urgency to be held, to be owned, to be cared for was almost overpowering, and if he hadn't had the magic that he did, he would have been utterly consumed by it.

But magic he had, and he could have resisted. He just...didn't want to.

"Take me..."

"What was that?" the white-eyed dragon asked.

"Take me...I need...I need someone..."

"To make sure you're safe?"

"Yes..."

"Alright."

The dragon smiled at him, stepped forward, and the thick shaft between his cheeks pushed even closer. The tip rubbed wetly against his pucker, and then, just as slowly as everything else had happened, it pushed inside.

Asriel gasped, arching his back at the slow push. His resistance crumbled, his eyes rolled back, and his toes curled harder than ever at the warmth and thickness and sheer size of that thing spreading his hole wide. He had never, ever imagined himself as being under anyone, but now...

Now...it felt right.

I'm his...I'm his... he thought, shivering as the pleasure ran down his spine, as his cock throbbed and bounced and twitched. He'll take care of me. He'll make things okay, and then...then...

Asriel moaned, his cock getting harder and harder as the dragon slid deeper. The more that the dragon filled him, the more 'owned' he felt, and the better he felt about being taken in.

He is strong...strong enough...to serve...to make things better...to take care of me and other people...

And god...this dragon made him feel good.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Each plunging movement made him slide around in his chains, arching his back again and again as he felt the thick thing opening him up. It kept hitting that special button in him, sending bolts of pleasure through his cock. He moaned again and again, his voice echoing back to him in the small chamber, pre-cum oozing from his tip and landing on his belly.

His fingers clenched into fists as he swung from the chains, barely thinking anymore, focused entirely on the rutting cock in his hole. He was broken...and he was whole. He had been claimed again, and that...was all...he needed...

Draconicon smiled down at the peaceful, pleasured face that Asriel was making. It wasn't the face of someone that was tortured by his past, but someone that was living all too wonderfully in the present. It was the face of someone that had found a bit of happiness, a bit of goodness that they didn't know that they needed.

It was the face of someone doing better.

Of course, that didn't distract him much from the feeling of that tight little hole clenching around him. This prince of magic was going to be a regular favorite of his, and once he built up the goat's magic, he'd be more than just a harem toy. He'd be one of the best defenses that his realm could ask for.

And one of the hottest asses...and probably one of the naughtiest power bottoms, he thought with a small smile.

The thought of Asriel breaking his chains one day, using everything that he had learned about his master to turn the tables and take charge for a while...well, it was kinda hot. He imagined one of those goat soles against his face, holding him down until he got hard enough to ride, and his cock jumped from the thought alone.

He put that away for now, though. There was no point in fantasizing about the future when he still had the present to deal with. Much fun as he would have with this prince, he needed to make sure that Asriel knew that he'd be safe, happy, wanted. That was the important thing. That was the most important thing.

In, out, in, out, knowing that he was going to be there for a while. This goat had some staying power, enough magic to make sure that he wasn't entirely lost to the pleasure, and that...that was what the dragon needed to have in his life right then. Too many had been easy to take. This one, for once, was more of a willing surrender.

You're going to have a better life, Asriel. A much better life under me...

The End