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Part 7

For Nataraj

By Draconicon

Classes in slavery continued throughout the day, and Alex was forced to learn a great deal about the occupation that he had never considered. Some of it was standard, like learning how to cook - and quickly proceeding to earn accreditation in that, considering he was already quite skilled - but other bits and pieces were new to him. Behaviors, little things that enforced the role of a slave in society, showed who was an educated, trained slave and who was just winging it and hoping to get away with it. The different postures, the different positions, the way that a slave walked behind the master on the right, never on the left, and by no more than three paces. There were a hundred, a thousand little things that he needed to learn, and all of them were arbitrary, as far as he was able to determine.

The lizard-becoming had finally turned into the lizard-become, though. As they left the campus to go to market, Alex rubbed his face, feeling the snout having completely come in, and he could feel that everything else was more or less the way that it was going to stay. He had a nice pair of hefty balls that kept his legs parted while they sat on the bus, a tail that was more flexible now and settled well across his lap, and best of all, a butt that was perfectly cushioned for the potholes that were further down the road. He felt...

Well, he was still a bit embarrassed to be in harem-wear that was so transparent, but it was no longer quite so humiliating as it had been that morning. He felt okay with the fact that his cock was stiff and visible through the fabric, and the fact that his master regularly reached over and patted it was not a bad thing, either. He tried to remember to keep putting himself on display, but whether that was successful or not, he didn't know. Deleram didn't actually tell him.

His name is Deshar, Nataraj's voice said in the back of his head, almost like a playful poke at the back of his skull. You know that, remember? I told you.

Give me a break. There's a lot of new stuff to pick up right now, so forgive me if I mess up here and there. I'm getting most of it, and that's pretty darn good.

Yes, but we want to be the best, don't we?

Well, yes, but -

Then make sure that you get the name right. He's a prince, and he deserves it.

How do you know all this?

Who do you think got most of the magic first?

...Fair point.

Though they were talking, it wasn't quite the same as talking to another person next to him. It wasn't quite the same as talking to himself, either. It was more like something in-between, where he would start something, and then Nataraj would finish the thought, and start his own, and then Alex would finish that one. They were talking to one another, but they were also so intimate that it was impossible to be completely private anymore.

Which was rather...interesting, because that meant that he was getting a number of Alex's fantasies popping across his brain, and they were rather...intense. Not to mention that he would have considered them impossible until the last few days, considering the way that they involved yet more transformation, foot growth, ass growth, being caught in a doorway and fucked, being inflated and rolled around for a while, turned into a toy that was normal size in every way save for one body part that swelled to the greatest of sizes for public use, and -

It was a giant collage of kink, and it was difficult for him to get through all of it. He rubbed his forehead as he tried to sort it out, to make it part of him, even as he felt Nataraj doing the same thing to him.

They were starting to make progress on it, silent, stiff progress, when the master poked them gently in the upper arm. Alex turned, blinking.

"This is where you get off, my friend."

"Huh?"

"You wanted to go to market, right?"

Alex leaned around the elephant to look out the window, and he was shocked to see that the world had changed even more than he had thought. Not just the university had been affected. The market, the supermarket, rather, had been turned into a large market square that was filled with stalls and tents, each one marked with different merchant sigils, each one selling something different. Alex's eyes just about bugged out of his head as he saw slaves in loincloths and dressed like him wandering through the market, carrying armfuls of goods.

"How...Did you?"

"Yes, this is part of the plan."

"You are...amazing."

"Thank you." Deleram - or rather, Deshar - gave him a gentle nudge, making him get up from the bus seat. "However, it's time for you to do your job."

"Job? What - that's shopping, right?"

"Yes, indeed. And since you have my mark on you, the merchants will know who to charge. Why don't you take your time, have a little fun, and figure out how you want to move forward in life, hmm? I imagine that you and Nataraj still have a lot to sort out, and I know that there's still one more change waiting for you."

"...What is that, master?"

"I think I'll leave you to find out."

The elephant's mysterious smile didn't do anything to help him sort that one out, but then again, he doubted that the master wanted to help him with that particular mystery. Alex shook his head, walking down the middle aisle of the bus towards the door. He imagined that, by the end of the day, there would be no busses left, no cars, no nothing.

That would be very interesting, he had to admit, and if he was able to get a pulled-cart like they did that morning, he could also imagine himself staring at the feet of the puller for a while, too.

I know I will be, Nataraj said in the back of his head.

Alex departed the bus, and he blushed as soon as he stood in the middle of the public square, looking towards the market on one end and the library on the other. The library was surrounded by robed scholars, most of them attended by slaves on their hands and knees, bearing books and scrolls upon their backs, and the slaves were naked, some of them showing anal plugs from behind, which then connected to different stands that they balanced on their backs, becoming more utilitarian than mere people. He found it hard to believe that this was happening in public, but at the same time, he relished it.

He turned back towards the market square, looking at all the men that staffed the different tents. He could see that most of them were robed as well, their heads wrapped in cloth or hoods, and he could smell the different foods being offered. Vegetables being roasted in deep pans, or rice being tossed in cinnamon and cumin, meat being seared over open fires to bring out deeper flavors: it was all there, and it was all delicious to his nose and palate.

The lizard almost floated towards the market, drifting forward on the fumes of flavor that gradually dragged him forward. He moaned under his breath as he tried to make a shopping list for himself, but good lord, he was not used to smelling delicious food while he was shopping. It was tempting to him in no small amount.

But you're not going to - oh my GOD is that Turkish coffee?

And then Nataraj was snared, as well, and the two of them were lost to the deliciousness that was the great market.

Eventually, they were able to pull themselves out of it, though it took far more effort than it should have. The lizard and the two melding minds in his head wobbled out of the café that was set up at the center of the market, bits of coffee and baklava on their lips, and they groaned under their breath as they wiped it away. Water, a great deal of water, helped wash down the last of the very strong coffee that they had just drunk, and Alex groaned.

"I don't think I want to do that again for a while."

Turkish delight is good, but my stomaaaaaaach...

"And the coffee..."

So strong...

"So good..."

Too muuuuuuch.

They stumbled forward until they found a fountain, kneeling down by it and taking a few handfuls of water. As Alex washed the last of it down, diluting the sticky-sweet mess that coated the inside of his throat and his stomach, he was finally able to lean back and take a deep breath. It was not pleasant with a stuffed belly, but he supposed that was their own fault. At least nothing smelled delicious anymore. In fact, everything was starting to make his stomach complain, which made it very clear what he needed to find and buy.

Self-indulgence...has a limit, Nataraj admitted.

No kidding.

Okay, well, I can learn.

And I'll teach. So we don't do this more than once a week.

Once a week. I can live with that.

Thus agreed, he got to his feet, and finally had his shopping list in mind. He stepped away from the fountain -

"Ga-ah..."

And almost immediately fell right over his feet. He caught himself on the edge of the fountain, yes, but there was something...off. The lizard shook his head, glancing back at the fountain, and then blinked again.

"Um..."

He stood near the fountain, yes, but he'd needed to kneel down to actually get the water out of it before. It was a low thing, with a few risen bits to sit on, but right at that point, the risen bit felt more even to his waist than it should have been. He held his hand next to his hip, and then next to the fountain, then back again.

"Something wrong here..."

Looking back at the market, he swore that everything looked a bit bigger, that the tents loomed a bit higher, that the people wandering around him looked taller. The elephants in particular seemed like they loomed much higher than they had before, almost two feet over his head rather than one.

But they aren't...the world doesn't just grow...does it? he asked the lizard.

No, but we might shrink.

Oh god, he said one more change, didn't he?

Yep. I think we just got it.

Alex groaned as he imagined himself losing more height, and then more still. The idea of becoming a short little thing was not one of the fantasies that had popped into his brain this morning, but now that it was happening...

Well, his imagination was already spinning the idea of him being right at dick level for his master, shrinking down to being half of the elephant's height. It would mean that he was at the perfect level for giving blowjobs, making sure that the big guy was having fun, seeing the signals that the big guy needed attention. That was all to the good, but the idea of being so short, having to run all the time, being underfoot -

SPROING!

Alex looked down at his dick, and shook his head as it pointed straight ahead. The last thought had been enough to spring-load the thing and make it stiffer than it had been for a good couple of hours.

"I guess it wouldn't be too bad..."

I think we'd like it.

"Yeah, well, you like a lot of stuff."

Only because you won't admit you like it.

"Mmmph..."

Come on. Let's shake our ass down the lanes and see who gets interested. I bet you we can earn a little money for the master before we have to go back.

"We're not here to be a...a whore. We're just here to shop."

So's everybody else. We might as well put our goods on the table.

Alex felt Nataraj shake their hips a bit, making their ass cheeks clap and sway in the process. If there was a way for him to feel any more embarrassed, he was pretty sure that he didn't know what it was, or what it could be. He blushed worse than ever, feeling the rolling, swaying motions of the weight they had back there, of the junk in their trunk, and tried to put it out of his mind.

"We'll...think about it. For now, let's just get the goods."

As you like...amateur.

"Slut."

Bland.

"Glutton."

He walked down the streets with his head down but with his tail out, feeling the sway continue. Alex did his best to embrace the slight sway of his hips, trying not to let it distract him too much from what he was there to do. There were plenty of things that he could get done without selling himself just yet...

Even though there was a part of him that would love to get a bit of money for his master, to make the elephant prince extra happy with him.

Alex passed a number of intriguing tents, but as he was looking for specific ingredients for the next few days, most didn't have the sort of stuff that he wanted. He was thinking seafood, fish dishes that would let him flex some of his cooking skills. Some to fry, some to poach, some to stuff and cook up, some for a soup...yes, there were plenty of things that he could do with seafood.

Eventually, he found a tent that was selling some of what he needed. Not meats, but the beers and flour, spices and powders that he'd need when he was getting it all prepped and ready for his master. The lizard slid under the leather tent flap, looking through the sacks and basins that contained the goods, and then over at the shopkeeper, a large horse that stood with his arms crossed at the back of the tent.

Somehow, he looked even bigger than Alex imagined he was supposed to, and he remembered that he was a little bit shorter than he had been. His cheeks burned a bit, not so much from his own nudity beneath the transparent clothes, but rather because of the fact that he was so tiny compared to the big guy.

"Are you the one I talk to for these?" he asked, pointing to the different powders.

"That'd be me, yes."

"Splendid," he said with a smile. "I'm looking for about four cups flour, and..."

Alex went through the list of things that he needed, making sure to double-check with Nataraj in the back of his mind whether they had it back at the house or not. The lizard occasionally corrected him, telling him that they didn't need quite so much of that, or needed a bit more of this thing. Once, he tried to get away with making Alex pick up some spices that also doubled as an aphrodisiac, and that was where the former human put his foot down. There was no need for that, and definitely no need to push the master into a greater state of need. Things were already heated enough.

When he reached the end of the list, the brown-furred horse looked at him with a raised eyebrow. The shopkeep curled his finger, summoning the lizard forward, and Alex walked around the side of the counter. As the horse leaned down and sniffed him, he blushed, remembering what the master had done.

"A marked slave, for sure," the horse said. "One of the elephants?"

"Yes."

"Smells strong."

"It's, um, Prince Deshar."

"Damn. I should have recognized that. A shame upon me."

The horse shook his head, quickly moving through the tent to gather up the different ingredients that Alex had asked for. Not just quickly, either, but efficiently, moving from basin to basin, bag to bag with ease. The powders were mixed properly, kept separate when required, and the whole lot was assembled in short order on the counter.

"So, um...do I just..."

"The amount will be billed to your master," the horse explained.

"And that's it?"

"That's it."

"That's convenient."

"That is how the system works. Please, give my regards to your master, and thank him for his patronage."

"Um...I will."

He left the tent with the sacks tucked under his arm, tying them one by one to the meager belt that held his pants up. The lizard could hardly believe that this was so easy now, that he could just show up, and his scent would allow the merchants to know who to bill at the end of the day.

That is...insane, he thought.

Effective, though. It definitely gets the job done faster.

Yeah, but...what if I just smelled like me?

The master will make sure you don't, heh. And besides, isn't it nice to wear the smell of our owner?

Alex blushed, but he couldn't help but nod at that. There was a good feeling about being marked that way, knowing that he was owned and safe, that there was no one that would be able to take him away without his master knowing and doing something about it. He rubbed the back of his head again, looking towards the tents that still lay ahead, and braced himself for the rest of the day.

You're going to be all horny, aren't you?

You're the horny one, Alex protested.

Yep, and you're getting horny, too. Showing off, swaying your ass wherever we go, knowing that people are staring at us, and that they'd love to claim us if we didn't have that ring on us...that foot-collar...

SPROING!

Hehehehe, Nataraj chuckled in the back of their head as Alex stumbled from the sudden boner. Gotcha.

Alright then, you stay front for a while, and YOU get the fish.

Gladly.

It was only in the moment immediately after giving Nataraj control of their shared body that he wondered if he'd made a mistake. After all, the other side was very, very keen to slut it around and sell themselves, and if they did that wrong...

I can't believe he wouldn't sell to us, Nataraj grumped.

You went and got your ass fucked by not one, not two, not three, but FOUR orcas that were on short leave, Alex responded as he slipped back to the metaphorical driver's seat. The fact that we have any smell of the master left on us is a miracle.

Hmmph.

And you could have paid with what they paid you.

No way. That belongs to the prince.

Well, can't complain that he won't sell to you, then. And besides, we didn't need ANOTHER anal plug.

They already had one jammed up their ass from what Nataraj had bought from one of the other merchants, and that was already difficult to take. Well, more accurately, it was more difficult to deal with having it rubbing against their ass cheeks. Despite the scales, their butt was still rather sensitive, and that meant that the wide base of the plug was rubbing against their scales in a most difficult to deal with way.

Alex found a cart that was heading the way that they needed to go, though it was more of a wagon than a hand-drawn cart, so there was no eye candy. He slipped in the back with a few other passengers, and found out that the shrinking had continued while Nataraj had been in charge. Mostly because he couldn't just sit down.

You couldn't have told me that we were down to four feet tall? he asked.

Well, it seemed like something you could have figured out.

I'm just settling in here. I haven't even put on the seatbelt yet.

Not like you need to; not like you can go flying out of your own head.

You know, with everything else that has happened, I'm not discounting the possibility.

Yet, at the same time, he couldn't help but blush as he had to push himself up off the ground, having to jump to get into the bench-seat that went around the cart. It was like he was a kid again in size, and that was...well, that was weird.

Not that he'd lost any of the proportions that he'd been given during his transformations. If anything, he was even curvier by the loss of his height, bottom-heavy to an extreme, with his plush rump pushed back and bouncing whenever the cart shifted this way or that. He blushed as he realized just how much he had been given by the elephant prince, and just how well it suited him.

The cushioning was a lovely thing as the cart went along, giving him the feeling of being more comfortable when the whole thing bounced. He could feel it through his butt, making the plug shift here and there, but he didn't grunt with discomfort the way that some of the other passengers did. He had the cushion to deal with it.

The cart driver stopped outside of Prince Deshar's house, and he tossed the man a coin before hopping down. The cart drove off, and he had his first view of the changed house.

It wasn't quite a palace, but it was definitely bigger than the buildings around it. He wondered if that had always been the case, or if that was a recent change like everything else seemed to be. The door was located past a pool of water, rather than just up the walkway, and he could see palm trees and frond-like plants popping up here and there, giving the whole place a more exotic look.

The house itself was a three-storied thing, now, topped with a dome and with various minarets running up and out of the house in seemingly random places. There were curved windows in the rounded walls, allowing air in and out, and he didn't see any screens to keep the bugs out. He'd have to make a trip to the store later to get some netting to make sure all the summer bugs stayed on the outside of the house rather than trying to get in.

And he could hear, even from here, that the master had other people in the house. He wondered if they were like James, from the group, or if the elephant had expanded his harem yet further.

He has us at the top, Nataraj said.

You're sure?

He's promised it.

So long as we earn it...

No. He's already decided. He won't push us away.

I hope not...I really...

He was starting to slip, and he hated that. He wanted to be happy, to be confident, to know that he had this place. Alex didn't want to think about the bad, but it was starting to push up on him again, trying to -

Hey, hey.

And just like that, as he was starting to slip, he felt a different sort of thing. A confidence, a pressure, a happiness that just slipped beneath him and buoyed him back up. Alex groaned, mentally trying to sag, but the balloon of happiness under him was just not letting that happen.

Nataraj. It was Nataraj's confidence and silliness and, well, everything else that made up the lizard. He groaned under his breath.

You're already good. Together, we're awesome. And you're not going to just slip away like that. Come on. You've got me in here, and I came from you. That means that a lot of the awesome that is me is already there.

Yeah, but...

But what?

What if I'm not what he wants? What if he just wants you?

Ask him, but I bet you that he tells you that he wants us together.

Why? Why not just...

Well, for one, you're not going to make the mistake of eating three pounds of Turkish delight every week. Ugh.

The reminder of how much they'd eaten and how glued up their guts were did not make him particularly happy, and he groaned as he hugged his stomach. They were going to have a very hard time tonight.

Yet, at the same time, he didn't feel so dead inside as he had a moment ago. Having that confidence of Nataraj to catch him and keep him from drifting further had been a wonderful thing, almost a lifesaver for his mental health. He thanked the lizard mind, and then continued walking towards the house.

He felt rather proud this time, feeling the hot stones under his feet, the way that they almost seemed to heat his soles up for his master. There was something rather wonderful about coming home to something that looked like a palace, almost like he was a prince himself. Serving a prince was not the same thing, but it meant that he was good enough to be here, good enough to be worth having in such a magnificent home.

And that was coming from Nataraj too, and Alex seized on that confidence, holding it tight, wanting to make it his. At the very least, he could learn something from it that would make him better for his master.

They walked through the front door, and while Alex didn't actually blush, he knew that was because Nataraj was helping him. Otherwise, the former human would have been very red indeed.

Seated in the middle of the room was Prince Deshar, no longer in the silks from before, but in a great white robe, one that wrapped around his middle, leaving his chest exposed and his feet bare. He sat on a throne of great marble, topped with gold that glowed over his head, and it pulsed with light and power. Magic, he imagined, great and powerful magic that spread through the room and out to the world beyond.

At the elephant's feet, chained to the throne, were James and the other players from the game. They were panting softly, trying to push to the edges of their chains to reach the prince's feet, but they were stuck, held tight. Their chains were too short to allow them that sort of reach and flexibility.

Instead, the prince extended his legs a bit, stretching them and pointing his toes towards the lizard.

"Come to me, my slave," he said, his trunk lifting slightly to show his smile.

The lizard did as he was told, most happily. He almost felt like he was doing a snake slither to cross the floor fast enough to reach the master, but rather than stop at his feet, he climbed - and god, he had to climb, he was barely three and a half feet tall now - right up to the elephant's lap. He sat himself there, still having to look up to meet the master's eyes, and the prince smiled at him.

"Feels like you did a fair bit of shopping at the market...but where's the fish you were going to get?"

"Mind-reader," Alex muttered. "But there was a slight...difficulty."

"An excessive amount of slutting around?"

"You could say that..."

"Dear, dear. You two need to find a way to work together properly."

"We're getting there, to be fair," Alex said. "It's just...taking a while."

"I know. And you're doing well."

The elephant patted his back, and Alex allowed himself to be pulled in closer, tighter, pressing himself up against his master. The size difference was no longer intimidating, but rather intimate, something that let him feel cuddled and wanted and safe and warm.

He wrapped his arms around his master, hugging him tightly, and he nuzzled into that soft, gray flesh. There was warmth there, gentleness, and strength, something that he had been lacking for a while. He sighed happily, letting himself fall into that, letting the master's trunk fall over his back and hold him in place.

"Are you going to mark me again, master?"

"Not yet."

"But before tomorrow?"

"Definitely. You aren't going to leave the scent of other men on my bed."

"I get to stay there tonight?"

"Every night."

He didn't know what to say to that. It felt like he was getting something more than he had actually expected, something that he didn't know that he needed. Until the shift in the world, he had been fine alone, but...

Had he been? Really? Alex thought that he'd been okay without having someone to care for him and that he could care for in turn, someone that loved him and he could love back, but this was so good that he wondered if he'd been fooling himself. He knew that he was feeling better about himself than he had for a long time, and he was no longer sure if that was Nataraj or Deshar's doing.

Either way, this was good. He sighed, shaking his head.

"I should get the groceries put away."

"James." Deshar snapped his fingers. "Put it away."

And just like that, the feline slave got released from his collar, the powders and spices and other, smaller goods that he had picked up from the market getting carried away. Alex opened and closed his mouth, the protest dying unsaid.

After all, if the master wanted to keep them together, who was he to protest?

The elephant slowly stood up, keeping him pinned to the big guy's crotch and waist with one hand under his ass. Alex chuckled, wrapping his arms around the elephant that much tighter, nuzzling him.

"Are we going to bed, then?"

"Soon. Like I said...marking first."

"And how are we doing that this time?"

"I'm thinking with feet."

"Mmmph...you're going to make me spray all over the place."

"And is that a bad thing?"

"No, master...as long as you don't mind..."

"I don't, slave. Show your pleasure to your heart's content."

And that was why he was happy to be here. He wasn't just wanted, wasn't just needed. His master wanted him to be happy and encouraged whatever did that...and that made all the difference.

The End

Summary: Alex and Nataraj have a shopping trip, and find out that they're rather suitable for each other as they slowly start to meld together.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, orca, horse, lizard, elephant, various species, master/slave, foot fetish, musk, scent marking, shopping, silly, humor, series, erection, public, exhibitionism, casual,