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[b][u][center]Earning A Hero’s Place

Part 2

For yana_ambrosia

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“How in the seven hells do you manage to keep this place running?” Veros muttered as he followed Durna into the back rooms. “If anyone found out what that dragoness was doing –”

“They’d be glad she was doing it out here instead of around them,” the hyena ‘taur said, chuckling. “Come on, you really think that they’re going to care that some ‘feral’ woman is tearing up a border town as long as she gets results? Besides, she makes it fun out here. And at least you got a job, eh?”

“Not sure that I’d call this gainful employment…”

“Heh, things could be worse. Could be trying to find a place to stay without any connections. Guild’s got all that. And hey, least you got the chance to prove yourself, Toy.”

“It’s Toy…Toy…T…Y…N…Toy – FUCK!”

Veros punched the wall, leaning his head against it as his composure broke. All that pent-up anger and fear from meeting the Guildmistress came flooding free in a couple of wet huffs and puffs, hacks and gasps before he could pull himself together again. He thumped his forehead against the wooden wall as the hyena pulled him back.

“Hey, hey. Calm down, kid.”

“It’s not fair!” he groaned, rubbing his eyes. “I’m supposed to…that’s my name. My [i]name.[/i] And she just…she took it away and I can’t even say it anymore.”

“And if you could?”

“It’s [i]me.[/i]”

“No, it’s what you used to be, kid. And that’s the part that you gotta learn. Even if it’s hard.”

Durna pulled him away from the wall, keeping him from leaning against it and hiding his face against the hard paneling. His forehead hurt from the one knock that he’d managed before he was pulled away, but the impact had eased him a little. Not much. Not nearly enough. But a little, and he knew he’d be tempted to do it again.

Instead, the hyena ‘taur pulled him to lean his head back against her breasts, to stand with his back to her and his head facing toward the last room in the back of the guild. The door was closed, but he already knew what waited back there. The Guildmistress had ordered him collared, and that was the last room left. It would be there. His humiliation would be waiting just behind that door.

“Look. You wanna be known by your family’s name all your life?”

“It’s who I am. I want that power, that…that prestige, that wealth. I want it all, and I should have it.”

“Yeah? Did you earn it?”

“I’m one of them. I should –”

“Your mom and dad earned all that shit the hard way. They went through hell to earn the Tynn name and make damn sure that the whole world knew that they got their gold the fair way. You think that you can just come in and say that name and get the same respect? That might work out in Thuurul, kid, but it’s not how it works out here. People barely know the Tynns exist. You think they know about their kid? Do you think they are?”

Veros slumped back, shaking his head. The brutal honesty was more than he was prepared for. It slipped past all his excuses, and he sagged against the hyena ‘taur more than he wanted to admit. She kept hold of him, too, keeping him from wriggling free or trying to run down the hall to get away from it. Her breath was hot against the back of his neck as she made him listen.

“The Guildmistress is giving you the chance to earn your own name. Ain’t gonna be ‘Toy’ forever, but until you get one of your own, that’s what you gotta deal with. And if you hate it? Then that’s all the more reason to work harder to get out from under it, eh?”

“I hate that. I hate all of that.”

“Yeah? Then prove that it ain’t you. Until you do something that’s worth something, people are gonna call you whatever they want, because you haven’t done anything that matters to them. Do something, mean something, and then your name is yours to choose. Until then, other people decide what to call you.”

“…”

“You understand?”

“I hate it.”

“But you understand?”

“…Yes…”

“Good.”

As Durna let him go, everything that had happened since his banishment from Thurul came crashing down, and he sighed as he felt the weight he’d been ignoring settle on his shoulders. The half-elf could barely take it, and he wanted to collapse in the hallway. He almost did; his knees shook before he managed to click them together and stay upright.

He was still a Tynn, even if he couldn’t call himself that. He would show them that he could be better than that.

“Much as I hate the fact, kid, sometimes the stuff that pisses you off most is the thing that gets you to do the most about it,” the ‘taur said as she walked around him. Her huge rump took up more than half the hallway, and he deliberately looked up and around it to avoid looking at the low-hanging orbs between her hind legs. “When you hate the way that things are done, you got more of a reason to change it than when you just want to make it a little bit better. The better things are, the harder a time most people have to keep pushing it further.”

“But when things are good, why change it?”

“Heh, that’s a question you’ll answer soon enough.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll see. For now, though.”

Durna shoved the huge wooden door open, and Veros stood a little stiffer, his spine straightening as tendrils of raw magic pushed out of the doorframe. It was like a weaker version of standing near that dragoness, feeling the air just shimmering and changing in the face of such power.

“Let’s get you collared.”

“…Can I just say I hate this again? One more time?”

“Go ahead.”

“I [i]hate[/i] this. Loath it, even. I find it utterly horrendous and would leave if I had any other – oh. Oh. [i]Oh.[/i]”

“Told ya.”

The half-elf didn’t quite blush as he stepped through the door behind the ‘taur, but he did feel the raw embarrassment still burning beneath his flesh. Oh, he had never had motivation to better himself like this before, and he almost wished that he liked this. If nothing else, it’d beat his pride that little bit less if he was enjoying this rather than being so easily led around.

As he stopped in the middle of the room, finding the exact midpoint by the eddies and currents of magic around him, Veros turned in place. All around him were pegs with old leather collars hanging from them. Some were shined and polished, others were aged and looked like they’d seen rough use. Others were bitten, some were slashed, and still others were barely holding on with the tiniest little shreds of leather that kept the band held together. All of them, however, had an intense magic to them, with the highest power kept on the top shelf and the mildest magic on the lowest.

“What’s the point of all this?” he asked, gesturing around him. “This is…this feels like something far stronger than it should be.”

“Well, that’s kinda the thing. We all wear one of these when we come in. Probation members, guess you’d say. You earn your way outta the collar when you figure out how to deal with the curse the Guildmistress gives you, and when you make enough of a name that we figure you’ll stick around for a while. Oh, right, didn’t really talk about the curse yet, did I?”

“…No, that part you kind of left out.”

“Heh, figured that there’d be something that’d slip my mind,” Durna said, walking around the room and tapping one collar after another. She’d pull it off a peg, pause, then put it back before moving on. “Part of being here is getting a gift to go with your mentor. It’s usually some sort of equipment that’d help you with most of your missions, but sometimes she goes with a weapon, or a piece of armor. Whatever it is, there’s always a curse that goes with it, and you gotta learn how to deal with that.”

“…What’d you get?”

“That’d be the amulet that lets me keep a two-legged form. Heh. That was a fun time. Damn fucking useful when I wanna fit in with other people or get into smaller places, too, but that thing had a hell of a curse on it, too. Made me, uh, fuck. What’s that word? That one when you smell colors or see sounds or whatever the fuck people say?”

“Synesthetic,” Veros said.

“Right, right, that shit. That thing made all the smells around me stronger, [i]and[/i] made ‘em tactile. I shove my nose against someone’s neck, it can make me feel like getting petted all fucking over. And that’s just the start of the bullshit with that curse. Fucking thing made me feel like some sort of feral all over again, but it was too damn useful to just never use. That’s the kind of shit that she likes to hand out, and it’s [i]hard[/i] sometimes. Fun, though.”

He could only imagine the sort of fuckery that would have happened with that sort of curse. Beast-people were known for having keen senses of smell and hearing, and to have those turned into a sort of…sexual need…

A shiver ran down the half-elf’s spine at the thought. The last thing that he needed was more stuff to mess with him when he was already dealing with the loss of his name. Gods, what kind of place was –

“Here we go.”

He looked up as Durna pulled a black-leather collar from one of the lower-hanging pegs. At least this one had less power to fuck with him, or so he hoped. The ‘taur turned around and undid the little metal ring that would hold it shut, waving him over.

“Come on, gotta put it on you.”

“…This is humiliating.”

“I know.”

Sighing under his breath, Veros walked over and lowered his head. The leather band, at least, was high quality, and he enjoyed the soft embrace of the material around his neck. It didn’t cling the way that he had half-feared it would, nor did the magic suddenly sink the leather against his skin like plants rooting into the ground. Both of those had been genuine worries with all the magic in the room.

However, he felt something else, something warm and gentle like a hand on the back of his neck. He arched his back, the heat running up his spine to his skull. His head went fuzzy, his eyes closing to slits, and he felt a word echoing in his skull.

[i]Toy.[/i]

The moment passed, and he groaned, rubbing his forehead as Durna chuckled.

“Well, that didn’t take long.”

“What was that?”

“The collar bonded to you. And learned your name. See?”

Heart frozen at the thought, he slowly reached down to his neck. He pulled at the tag hanging from the leather band, tilting his head down –

[i]Toy.[/i]

“…Oh, gods…”

“Heh, looks like the Guildmistress wasn’t kidding with your new name, huh?”

His face burned hotter than ever as he imagined being made to walk around town with this thing around his neck. Not just putting a new name to him, but advertising some sort of [i]wrong[/i] function. He wasn’t a toy, and would never be, but the way that the collar made him look –

“Sit.”

Veros blinked as his butt touched the floor, his arms pulled forward and his hands resting between his feet. He realized a split-second later that he was sitting on his haunches, squatting down like a sitting down. His mouth dropped.

“How –”

“Hehehe, oh, I love it when they go through this. Speak?”

“Ruff, ruff!”

The half-elf’s eyes went wider still as his cheeks found a little more heat to stuff themselves with. Oh, gods. Oh gods, [i]no.[/i]

“Beg.”

Up went his hands, fingers down, wrists mostly bent as he huffed and panted. His cheeks were on [i]fire[/i] from the humiliating position, and it only got worse as his tongue lolled out of the side of his mouth. He looked like some sort of…some kind of dog begging for a treat. There was no dignity in this, no sign of the rich half-elf that he was supposed to be. It was just…he was just…

[i]Toy.[/i]

It was like more of that gentle hand, more little pets along the back of his head and down his spine. He’d never been [i]that[/i] much of a tactile person before, but each little stroke went right down his spine all the way to his groin. It left him with a growing hard-on in his shredded, damaged, pockmarked clothes, and every time that he thought his face could get no redder, no hotter, it found a way.

Durna was laughing, of course. The ‘taur wrapped her arms around her gut, half bent over from her belly laughs. Without further commands, Veros was finally able to get back to his feet, grunting and shaking his head.

“What the hell…how did you –”

“Heh, newbies never expect it,” the ‘taur said. “The collars, they’re part of keeping people in line. Seniors in the guild can call out orders, and the collar makes it so you have to follow through. Different collars can make you act like a dog, a cat, a horse, and some of the ones up top take away some of your people traits. But I figure you don’t need something that extreme, since you’re still getting used to stuff. Just, uh, don’t do anything stupid that’d make the Guildmistress think you do, eh?”

“…Right…”

He rubbed the collar. So, he wasn’t just the new piece of meat in the guild; he was also someone that they could humiliate at will, just because he was wearing this thing. Gods, there were so many ways that this could go wrong.

And at the same time, he’d been made to enjoy it, at least a little bit. His cock still throbbed between his legs, reminding him that he had been getting off to the ‘Toy’ feeling a little bit. The half-elf shook his head.

“I should…I should get introduced to my mentor, right?”

“Yep. We’ll head up to the dragoness’s office. She’ll be back in a bit, and she’ll introduce you.”

“…Okay. Okay. I can handle that. I am –”

The collar tightened around his neck as he was about to call himself a Tynn again, and he groaned, coughing and sputtering before he was able to get his breath back. He rubbed his neck, shaking his head.

“Shall we?” Durna asked.

“…Yes.”

#

The office of the Guildmistress was not quite as fancy as the ones that he was used to seeing in the big city. Sure, it was big and rich – complete with a chair made of gold that was surrounded on all sides by gems and magic items – but it wasn’t the huge room that oozed with authority that he saw back in Thuurul. Aside from the gold throne behind the shuffling, living desk, he didn’t see anything that really radiated with power and wealth.

The walls were plain, save for a rippling enchanted map that covered all of one wall, and the walls themselves were hard to look at. The lack of coverings did nothing to decorate or enhance the wooden walls themselves, but there was something about the wood that made him feel…wrong. Like there was magic coming from it, or as if there was some enchantment that lived in the walls.

He wanted to tell himself that he was just being paranoid, but after everything else that had happened in the guild hall, he doubted that anything was beyond the realm of possibility.

Already a trifle bored with Durna returning to the first floor, he walked around the desk to a window that overlooked the town. He leaned around to see what was happening, hoping for something that would occupy him –

“Oh…”

And his eyes immediately found the Guildmistress herself, busily fucking a trader right into the ground. She had her foot on his head and her cock buried deep in his ass, and despite the whole town gathering around, not a single person stepped forward to stop her. Her hips moved with an intense speed and power, ramming her cock deeper and deeper with each thrust, burying her up to the hilt, and –

His eyes widened as he realized that she was casting a spell on him at the same time. It was rare to find even sorcerers that had the power to keep up with both the spellcasting focus plus anything else; seeing someone that could enjoy a good fuck while also casting a spell on their partner was not common. His eyes widened further and further as he leaned closer to the window.

Purple scales spread across the human victim, his cheeks turning a bright pink, then a color more similar to the dragoness’s scales as she ground into him. His face pushed out, growing more of a snout, his head bulging and forming horns at the back. As the scales grew further across his body, his remaining shreds of clothes fell off, no longer of a size to fit him.

[i]She’s turning him into a kobold,[/i] he realized. [i]Oh god…oh god…[/i]

Veros knew that he should look away. This humiliation was something that would only get worse with a bigger crowd, and even though he didn’t know the trader, he felt like he should offer the man some privacy, even if he didn’t step in to help him. And yet, his cock throbbed harder in his ruined pants, dripping away, his mouth hanging open as he stared at the show –

“Heh, she’s good at what she does, isn’t she?”

“Gah!”

Veros leaped back from the window, almost grateful that someone had broken the erotic spell, only to stutter-step backward from the new person. He fell flat on his ass as he stared up at her, mouth wide open.

It was a tiefling, and one that was barely dressed, for that matter. She wore leather armor, yes, but with wide, deep cleavage, almost inviting someone to come for her chest, and the leather straps were more like lingerie rather than proper leather armor. The only thing that made it look like it might serve some protective function were the flaming runes along the metal buckles that connected the different pieces, and the answering flames that leaped up around her crimson-red skin.

It didn’t matter that she was almost half a hand shorter than him, nor did it matter that she looked like she was unarmed. The fact was, she was a tiefling, and the aura of the under-planes was strong around her.

“[i]Never[/i] get tired of that…” The tiefling rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Do you really think I’m a threat here, hon? I’m part of the guild, too.”

“…You?”

“Heh, I knew that attitudes in the capitol were bad, but [i]mmm,[/i] didn’t know they were that bad. Name’s Zairissa.”

She offered her hand, and after a moment, he took it. As she pulled him to his feet, the tiefling looked him up and down, shaking her head.

“Man, she’s really doing that old man a favor…”

“Can we [i]not[/i] insult my family heritage for more than a few minutes?”

“Sure, but it’ll cost you.”

“Ten gold for a week.”

“Done, if you got it.”

Veros blinked, staring at the tiefling’s outstretched hand. She wiggled her fingers, arching an eyebrow at him. He opened and closed his mouth before realizing she was actually serious, and sighed.

“At least I can count on someone not mocking me the whole time,” he muttered, reaching for his belt. His purse was still there, and so were the coins. He passed the ten over, flinching slightly at such an expenditure. “You’ll actually keep to that?”

“Of course. Deal’s a deal.”

He wasn’t entirely sure where she put the gold after she took it from him, but he took her word for it. Glancing at the gold tip on her tail – and being rather thankful that she wasn’t twitching the spiked ball around too much – he turned his attention back to the window. A quick look confirmed that the dragoness had completely finished with her victim, and the former human was getting used to his new, cum-soaked kobold body.

Veros shook his head.

“How…”

“How does she get away with it, or how does she do it?”

“Well, the doing…that’s just a transformation spell, isn’t it?”

“Heh, oh, you’re a sorcerer, aren’t you?”

“How could you tell?”

“You baby boys, always thinking that it’s that simple. Never have to work that hard for it at the start, do you? Just comes to you and you can just wave your hand and make it happen,” the tiefling said, rolling her eyes. “God, I remember a cousin of mine being just like that. When he ran into the wall of higher level spells, he was just [i]fucked.[/i]”

“I – look, I know the basics.”

“Uh-huh, yeah, sure you do. What are the schools?”

“…”

“Mmm-hmm. And what are the sub-categories of Transmutation?”

“…I…”

“I thought so.” Zairissa crossed her arms under her bosom. “Hon, you’re cute, but if you don’t start educating yourself a little bit, that collar’s gonna be on for a really, really long time. And you’ll start liking it. Oh, trust me, you’re going to start liking it.”

“I almost hope he does.”

He almost jumped out of his skin as the Guildmistress spoke up behind him, and even the tiefling jerked in surprise. They turned to the desk as it walked back to the throne, plopping itself down. The wood reformed itself on the top, creating a pair of mossy supports as the dragoness put her feet up on the desk, curling her toes almost as if in summon.

No, exactly as if in summon; he felt the pull around his neck before he could stop himself.

Yelping as he was pulled across the room, he had the vague satisfaction of seeing the tiefling get the same treatment before they were stopped on the other side of the desk. He did his best not to look at her feet, her cock, or anything else, but the way that she looked past her toes and kept him in place with just a little bit of her magic meant that it was nearly impossible. The way that her shaft was still stained with her use of the man outside didn’t help, either. He couldn’t help but think what would happen if he failed or pissed her off and that ended up sliding into him.

Would he like it? She’d probably make him like it, at the very least.

“I see that the two of you have met,” the dragoness said, chuckling. “Zairissa here is going to be your new mentor.”

“I…I understand, Mistress,” Veros said.

“Learning, are we? Oh, very good. I was almost sure that I’d have to up that collar a little bit. Maybe have you crawling around, wiggling your ass for the rest of the guild before we got that far. I’m not sure that I’m happy to be wrong. You’ve got a cute one.”

As his face flushed, the dragoness turned to Zairissa. She gestured at him, shamelessly groping her cock at the same time.

“Zairissa, this is Veros Toy. He’ll see if he can earn back his family name later, but for now, you’re the one responsible for getting him up to speed. By the end of this first mission.”

“…Asking for some results there, Mistress.”

“Oh, I know. And that’s why I picked the one that I know can deliver them.”

“Flattery, Mistress.”

“Fact, dear. And I expect you to deliver on that fact.”

“…Right, Mistress.”

[i]She just runs right over everyone,[/i] Veros thought, fighting the urge to shake his head. [i]It’s not just me. She just expects everyone to run around at her beck and call, and they just…do it.[/i]

It was kind of impressive. He’d seen other people do that, other people in and out of the Adventurer’s Guild have that sort of authority. His mother and father had that power and presence with the rest of the company, but that was a different sort of thing. They were just…imperious in that sort of way, holding forth with an expectation that things would get done, and people just kind of fell in line.

The Guildmistress was something else. It was as if the world around her – teased and controlled by her [i]vast[/i] amounts of magic – just wanted to hear what she needed, and it would see to it that it happened. Just how powerful did someone have to get to make the world itself want to serve you?

He didn’t want to imagine having that much power. It just sounded scary.

“Toy.”

He looked up. The dragoness twitched her toes, and it was like an invisible finger pulled him closer. The half-elf grunted as he was pinned between her big and second toe, each breath filling his lungs with the scent coming off her scales. It was…oddly sensual, and he blushed as he realized that he was kept pinned in place with more than just her magic. Something…something else –

[i]Toy.[/i]

A tingle ran down his spine, originating from the collar and going right for his cock. He didn’t know how to handle it; all he knew was that he went from soft to hard almost instantly, his cock begging for release in his tattered pants.

“You’re going to learn, one way or another, that this guild runs on my whims. What people do, what happens to them, comes down to what I want. The contracts that come down from above are things I’ll entertain if I feel like I have time or interest. But in reality? What happens here is my choice.

“Now, that might make me sound arrogant, and maybe I am. But at the same time, think about it. You already know some hint of my power. Do you think that if I really wanted to be anywhere else, I couldn’t make that happen?”

“No, Mistress.”

“That’s right. I choose to be out here because it’s interesting, because it’s easier, and because I can find all kinds of fun things to do. If I thought I could find that in the bigger cities, I’d be there, rules and regulations be damned. But for now, I like it more out here, and I like playing with my little toys. Like you.”

She curled her toes again, trapping his nose tighter. He couldn’t breathe save to inhale the soft musk of her sole, and he bit his lips as he whimpered beneath her foot. She held him there for one, two, three more seconds before finally uncurling her digits and finally allowing him to get to his feet.

“I want you to grow. And if I decide that you’re not doing it fast enough, I [i]might[/i] reach out and make it happen myself. But until then, I’ll give you the chance. Make it interesting for me, will you?”

“Y-yes, Mistress.”

“Good. And Zairissa?”

“Yes, Mistress?”

“Make sure that his spells are up to snuff by the end of this little mission. If he can’t cast at least three 2

-tier spells, I’m going to have to teach [i]you[/i] a lesson.”

“Mmmph. Yes, Mistress.”

“Good girl. Now. Your mission. Turn to the map?”

The pair of them did as they were told. The rippling thing condensed itself, going from showing a grid covering more than three hundred miles in any direction down to something that barely covered ten. Thuurul disappeared from the north, leaving only Gunthir’s Glade – their current location – and the forests to the south. The dragoness’s voice lilted over his shoulder as the central part of the forest started to glow a soft red.

“There’s been an incursion in the forest. Imps, mostly, though there are rumors of a minor demon puffing themselves up by taking control. Hmm-hmm, pathetic little thing, if it’s there. But regardless.”

“Removal?” Zairissa asked.

“Consider it more…rehoming, though I’ll leave it up to the pair of you whether you rehome them to the afterlife or a new location,” the Guildmistress said. “I have little clue what your actual skills are, Veros, but I suppose that this will be your chance to show me. Talk them out, kill them, hypnotize them into a useful entity, but whatever you do, get them out of the forest. The druids are getting cranky about it, and the town likes to keep them happy.”

They were released from the control-spell that kept them focused on the wall, and he turned around with a small shiver. No sooner had he turned around than something nudged his cheek.

“Your gift, Toy.”

He took it with trepidation, turning it around in his hands. It was a monocle, and just like everything else in the guild, he could feel power coming off it. He lifted it slowly to his eye, turning at the last minute to look away from the dragoness, and looked through it at Zairissa.

He saw…so much. He saw her naked rather than in her clothes. He saw her aura, pulsing with all the power of hell but with a blue streak wrapped around something purple inside of her. He saw her vitality, her strength and stamina, and –

[i]On his knees, his lips parted, her toes along his tongue as she stroked her pussy with her fingers. Holding him down, his eyes glazed over –[/i]

“Oh, good choice,” Zairissa said. “But let’s not go that far right now.”

The tiefling gently nudged the monocle down, and he gasped for breath as he was freed from the mental vision…and the compulsion he only then realized had been coming with it. He’d been right on the verge of falling to his knees right then and there and –

“True sight?” Veros asked, almost mechanically.

“Enhanced true sight, yes,” the dragoness confirmed. “And with a little twist at the end. For all the things that you get to see, you feel a need to serve the desires of the one that you’re staring at. Sometimes more, sometimes less, but always with a twist of that urge to service another, heh.”

Veros stared at the monocle and couldn’t help but shake his head. Cursed but with great value, indeed. That…was going to be a problem.

“Come on, Toy,” Zairissa said, patting his arm. “Time to head out.”

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Veros Tynn/Toy ends up going through more bullshit with the Adventurer’s Guild, and starts to realize that he’s going to be humiliated for quite a while.

Tags: M/F, M/solo, Embarrassment, Hurt, Humiliation, Anger, Half-Elf, Taur, Hyena, Tiefling, Dragoness, Anal, Foot Fetish, Mind Control, Series, Slow Burn, Teasing, Collar, Pet Play, Erection, Transformation,