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[b][u][center]Becoming a Perverted Ornament

Part 4

For NerubianKnight

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

Days passed in the service of the dragoness, and as they went by, Axel was forced to learn how to be a good boy and to take the fact that he was a slave in his stride. Silvercock and some of the other ‘toys’ in the house were more than willing to give him a hand with that – both with fucking him and giving him the chance to have a little fun in other ways – but it came down to the capybara learning how to feel right with his new status.

And that was the hard part.

Three weeks of training, and he had learned to take the name ‘Fountain’ as his new title. It hadn’t replaced his old name, but it was…equal to it. And the capybara had gotten used to being naked other than his piercings, too. That had taken longer, but he had managed to get used to the feeling of his cock just…hanging out. Dangling. Weighed down by the piercing through the head and swinging around with every step.

God, just thinking about it was almost enough to stir a bit of need down there. He adjusted his cock as he stood on the front steps of the manor, looking out at the garden as his mistress continued filling out a small piece of paper for him.

“We’re going to need these,” the purple dragoness said, scrawling more onto the list, “for a small gathering that I have in mind. And to finish your improvements.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“And you’re going to make sure that the shopkeep doesn’t cheat you on this. She gets to use my slaves from time to time, but she doesn’t get to charge you for the goods, as well. Body-play or money, not both. Do you understand?”

“Yes, mistress,” Axel said, bobbing his head.

“Hmmm…do you?”

The capybara nodded again.

“Then repeat it back to me. In your own words.”

“Uh…” He pulled his mind back out of his crotch with a deep breath. “You want me to go on a shopping trip for some ingredients, some for a party, some to make me into a better Fountain. The merchant’s going to be trying to get more than you agreed to pay, so I need to make sure that she doesn’t get both body-price and money-price. One or the other, not both.”

“Hmm. So you were listening and not just staring at my breasts.”

“They are wonderful breasts, mistress.”

“So your cock seemed to think when you were humping between them last night,” his mistress said with a small chuckle.

His cheeks burned as he remembered that. The way that the dragoness described it, it almost sounded like he had been getting a reward. The truth had been anything but; his arms had been tied overhead, his legs forcibly spread, and she’d put some sort of oil on her breasts that had made his cock hyper-sensitive. It had been less that he had enjoyed humping between her breasts, and more that he was so sensitive and needy that he couldn’t stop himself from humping.

And the fact that she’d kept him in chastity, keeping him from cumming, only squirting pre-cum, had made it so much worse. A hyper-sensitive cock, a well-endowed dragoness, and breasts that were milking him as much as a teasing toy might have done: it was a recipe for pleasurable hell, and that had been exactly what it was. He bit his lips as his cock rose up further at the memory, summoned from his own repressed, eager needs.

His mistress tapped the Prince Albert through the head, the little vibration making him bite his lips again.

“Mmmph…”

“You’ve done well so far, Fountain. Make sure that you keep impressing me, and maybe I’ll allow you the chance to be my throne during the party instead of just another lawn ornament.”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Now, off you go. And do take note if there’s anyone that stares as you go by. You’re well-marked, so you shouldn’t have any trouble, but have them call me if there is any. I’ll straighten it out right away. No need to see your bejeweled self in jail for something that isn’t your fault, hmmm?”

“Mmmph…no, mistress.”

“Off you go.”

Bowing his head, the capybara set off, walking down the steps of her mansion toward the garden and grounds. Already, he could hear the soft huffs and drips of other ‘fountains’ at work. Some of the other males that served the dragoness were always plugged in to their chosen plugs during the day, and it meant that the whole place always reeked of sex, of cock and cum and everything else.

The fact that he had been one for a time, and would be again, sent a shiver right up and down his spine. He wasn’t sure what was more intense about that idea: the constant milking, pleasure and fantasies buzzing through his brain as he was forced to ooze and drip non-stop, or the feeling of eyes on him when the party started. Because he knew that if he wasn’t good enough to earn ‘throne’ status, he would be put on the plug again, and everyone that came to visit the dragoness would see him in the nude, his cock hanging down, dribbling away to feed a fountain bed just under him. He would be surrounded by a moat of clear, silvery goo, and it would keep on dripping away until the mistress allowed him the freedom of an orgasm.

Axel groaned, wishing that he hadn’t thought about that. His cock was already twitching hard, and that mental image was enough to have it swing up and slap against his belly. The metal piercing at the tip dug into his belly button slightly, and he huffed as he picked up the pace, walking a little faster through the garden and refusing to look down the side paths to see what else might be waiting for a horny little servant.

The smell of sex and cock and cum chased him out of the garden. As he stepped through the gate that divided the manor from the public at large, he was immediately surrounded by a cluster of people. It was late morning, and he supposed that he should have expected a lot of foot traffic in the area, but at the same time, all those eyes turning to him –

Axel froze in place. The capybara’s cheeks burned brighter and brighter, and a faint twitch continued to bounce through his cock. No pre-cum, yet, but it was bobbing between his legs, showing off for the crowd.

“Heh, looks like the dragoness got herself another one.”

“Not a bad dick on this one; think he’s going to be one of the walking dildos?”

“Nah, look at those balls. She’s already getting them bigger; bet this one’s going to be a cow.”

“Or a fountain.”

“Heh, hey, dick-boy. You going to be a fountain or a cow? We’re curious.”

The way that they just treated his nudity as something almost normal was one more reminder that they were nowhere near his home reality. They were so casual about it that it almost made him faint away dead on the spot. He had to force himself to lift one leg and start walking, remembering where the mistress had described the market as being. Mile and a half, across the street, walking through winding side-streets, and eventually leading to a market square where the alchemist made her home.

All he had to do was get there. All he had to do was make it there without getting too –

“Hey, you got a moment?” a vixen asked as he crossed the street, pulling a Doberman male forward with the leash she had around his neck. “My slave’s been rather pent-up, and I could use a free hole for him to let loose on before we head home. Keeps the mess down.”

“I – I have a task for my mistress.”

“It urgent?”

“She – she said for me to just – just –”

“Heh, I get it. A little afraid of the dragoness?” The vixen patted his shoulder. “You get on with it. A free ass would have been good for Hugh, here, but that’s something that’ll have to wait. He’ll just have to lick up his mess from the breeding post after he’s done. Won’t you, Hugh?”

The Doberman whimpered, but the capybara was already moving on, his face positively on [i]fire[/i] from the casual way that he’d been asked to offer his ass. Just like that, without a warning, without so much as a ‘how are you?’ This world was crazy with what they were just allowed to do with slaves.

[i]And that’s what I am, isn’t it?[/i] he thought as he forced himself to keep walking, and walking, and walking some more. [i]I’m just her slave, a fountain-boy that’s there to make a good show. Do I even have rights out here? Do I have anything?[/i]

There was no clear answer for that. All he could do was keep moving, and try to ignore the way that everyone kept staring at him, and his ass, and his cock, and –

He just had to keep moving. Simple as.

#

The side-streets weren’t so bad once he was off the main road. There were less people making their way through them, and the few that were tended to be slaves like him, either naked or dressed up with various accessories that made him feel like less of a freak when exposed to everyone else. They gave him an acknowledging nod as he passed by, and he returned it without thinking, feeling almost like he was among coworkers with the little gesture.

However, once he reached the market square, everything changed again.

He stopped at the end of the side-street, staring at the broad, open plaza. Wires streamed across the open sky overhead, but rather than being draped with decorations, they were lined with spotlights, seemingly directed from somewhere out of sight. At random, different slaves making their way through the plaza would be spotlighted, and as soon as they were, everyone that didn’t have a slave with them seemed to converge on the chosen piece of property. The groping, the teasing, the fingering – even fucking, if the lit-up slave didn’t move quickly enough – was beyond ferocious, and his eyes went wide as he watched one mouse girl get pinned to the ground, tail up high, as her ass was reamed hard.

She moaned for it, though. It wasn’t a rape, not with that kind of pleasure, but rather something that was directed at her, forced on her, in a way that she almost seemed to…crave. It sent a shiver down his spine.

[i]If I get caught in that…[/i]

He had to get through the plaza quickly. If he was going to pay the body-price for the mistress’s order, then he needed to be as fresh as possible. Delivering ‘used’ goods for a trade was something that even he knew wasn’t best practice.

So, he leaned back in the alley, ignoring the mild throbbing down below as he studied the pattern of the spotlights. They were mostly situated around the center of the plaza, but they were able to swing out and hit most storefronts and pathways to them. There were a few dining areas around restaurants in the plaza that were almost like blind spots, though, so he made note of them and –

“Ahhh…oooooh!”

The capybara bit off a yelp as a whining, whimpering male voice caught his ears. He turned his head ever so slightly to see a pigeon in a gimp suit getting fucked against one of the barriers between the plaza and one of the restaurants. The latex suit shimmered, well-cleaned and clearly well-loved. The pigeon in it was panting, his eyes rolled back through the eye-holes, his beak hanging open as a wolf pounded him hard from behind, furry balls slapping against the latex that shielded the bird’s cock from sight.

[i]I should…probably keep moving…[/i]

The fact that slaves could be just fucked, even if they weren’t spotlighted, was a good reminder to have. The spotlights just put public attention on him and called anyone that was free to come and take a little bit of fun. However, if he just stood there, he could end up getting fucked anyway.

Not what he wanted.

Not what he needed.

He glanced at the paper that the dragoness had given him, looking for a name. The proprietor of his destination seemed to be someone named Silma, so he looked around for something that matched that.

He saw it to his right, four stores down from the entrance. It looked like a combination of a drug store with an old-style apothecary, like a potion-master’s place of business. Not the worst sort of place for ingredients, he supposed.

The capybara took one last look at the plaza, then the lights. He could see that they were mostly focused on the slaves that were passing through the center, but some were worryingly close to the side-street exits, probably hoping to catch anyone that stepped into the plaza and make sure that they got used.

[i]Over the barrier, through the outdoor seating, and then a quick run to the apothecary…[/i]

That should just about work, as far as he could tell. As long as he was fast, he should clear it before the lights could catch him. He took a deep breath…and ran.

The first spotlight almost caught him before he hopped the barrier. The seated customers at the restaurants blinked as he jumped over, and one of them reached out, almost grabbing him by the balls. He managed to dodge at the last second, even going so far as to make it look accidental, as if he hadn’t noticed the hand going for them.

“Sorry, sorry, official business for mistress, sorry, sorry,” Axel all but shouted as he ran through the tables.

He realized why the spotlights weren’t following him past the roped barriers. The lights were respecting the diners’ comfort, ensuring that they didn’t blind anyone that was just trying to enjoy a meal. Good reasoning, but it meant that he could keep running without the attention getting called too directly to him.

[i]And that’s if there’s not some sort of magic in the light,[/i] he realized belatedly. [i]Shit, there probably is.[/i]

All the more reason to avoid the lights, then. He kept running, dodging between the tables as all eyes followed him. Oh [i]god[/i] the number of people staring at him was keeping his cock harder than it had any right to be. He’d never been this much on-display before. Even with the best will in the world, there wasn’t anywhere in his old world that would have allowed someone as boring as him to be shown off like this. He had to just hope for the best and –

[i]Move.

Move.

Move![/i]

Axel had reached the far end of the outdoor dining area. Less than fifty meters to the door of Silma’s business. The capybara picked up a running start, feeling his cock swaying from side to side, smacking off one hip and swinging around to the other. The damn thing was spitting and leaking pre-cum like a motherfucker, and he couldn’t help but hiss as he felt some of that running down his shaft and oozing off his balls.

[i]God, I look like a pervert. I bet I look like the biggest pervert that they’ve seen in a long time.[/i]

But he kept running, feeling all the more conscious of his ass swaying back and forth, of his balls bouncing between his legs with each bounding step, of the slapping feeling of the pavement against his feet. He leapt over the barrier –

“Ah!”

And one of the spotlights grazed him. It didn’t completely hit him, since he’d jumped diagonally instead of straight ahead, but the light had touched him, and he got a taste of its effects.

[i]Holy…[/i]

It was an intense blast of pleasure through his whole body, combined with a hyper-awareness of how he looked. Something tingled in the back of his head, something that fucked with him, and –

[i]I look sexy.

I look hot.

I look good.

I look fucking amazing.

Look at me.

Want me.

Fuck me.[/i]

The urge to just stop and show off, to kneel and spread his cheeks for the whole plaza, almost overwhelmed him. His breath caught in his throat as his cock throbbed against his belly, begging for attention, and his balls churned away. The cool air against his pierced nipples made it all the more intense, feeling like –

Then he hit the ground at the end of his leap, and he almost fell to the ground right then and there. The shock of impact broke the mild trance that the glancing bit of light had given him, and the capybara kept on running.

[i]Holy fuck…holy fuck…[/i]

The spotlights chased him right up to the door of Silma’s apothecary and almost caught him again. The only reason that they didn’t was because he threw himself into a flying leap through the door, hitting the floor and skidding along the tiles out of range. He stared back at the yellow light that gleamed through the doorway for a full ten seconds before sweeping away again, leaving him alone.

“Holy…fuck…”

“Well, that was probably the most absurd entrance that I’ve seen this week,” a feminine voice said over the countertop. “Why don’t you stand up so I can get a better look at you? You kinda leaped in before I could see what I’m working with.”

“Sorry,” he muttered, getting his hands under him. “I’m…new here, and I’m on business for my mistress.”

“Anyone collared is bound to their mistress or master. What else do slaves do?”

“I’m…”

Was there a point in saying that he was new again? Probably not. He sighed, pushing himself off the ground and finally getting to his feet.

Standing behind the counter was a hybrid of a woman, a bat-like creature with a possum face and leathery wings popping out of her back. He could just barely make out her tail around her hip, again looking like something that would have been found on a possum, but there was just enough to her ears that made him remember that ‘bat’ was at least part of her. Long pink hair ran over her face, styled back in a sort of punk-y look, and she had just enough annoyance and amusement on her face to make it hard to tell which one he should be worried about.

“Heh, not doing badly,” the bat said. “I’m Silma, and this is my apothecary. What are you here for?”

“Uh, this.”

He held out the shopping list that the mistress had written up. The bat arched an eyebrow, taking the list from him.

“Well, this is a long list. Who – oh, for the love of fuck, her. Fucking Christ.”

“You know my mistress?” Axel asked.

“I know her. Oh, fuck, I know her.”

“…”

“Don’t worry, it’s not anything bad, just…ugh. She loves the complicated orders. Fucking – dammit woman, do you really think I keep half this stuff in stock?”

“She said to –”

“Don’t you worry your little head about punishment,” Silma muttered, shaking her head and pinching the bridge of her muzzle. “I’m not one of those bitches that send you back with a note that gets you fucked over. I’m just…ugh. I’ll find some substitutes for the shit that she wants. I swear, trying to get artisan ingredients out of a little place like mine…”

“I’m sorry.”

“You just tell her that the next time that she wants the expensive shit that she needs to send a pre-order message or something. I don’t keep most of this stuff in the store because nobody besides her wants it.”

“I’ll…pass that along,” he said, nodding.

The bat-possum hybrid was already moving around the room, gathering powders and whole ingredients from the shelves. As she walked around, he finally had the mental freedom to take a look at the shop’s interior.

It had the long, tall shelves of a candy-shop combined with the motif of skulls, bones, and other old-style apothecary and chemist architecture. The shelves themselves were either painted to look like long bones, or actually were, and he didn’t want to think too hard about that right at that moment in time. A little shiver ran down his spine as the hybrid continued to pull roots and powders from old-style jars, thick and half-grayed from age, and packaged them in smaller vials for the trip back.

“So, you paying with cash, right?” Silma asked, her back to him, her ass barely covered in a black mini-skirt.

“Uh, my mistress told me to pay body-price.”

“Oh, come on…”

“I’m sorry; she said to make sure that she wasn’t cheated on this.”

“Oh, make sure that [i]she’s[/i] not cheated? Oh, that’s rich. She’s not cheated. When she’s the one that’s been cheating [i]me[/i] by making sure that she never pays with anything other than body-price. And always a new slave sent out. I bet you’re already well-used and got fucked up all the way across the plaza.”

“Actually, um, no. I watched a pigeon getting used up for a bit, but –”

“Slightly taller than you, gimp suit, well-used ass?”

“…Yeah.”

“…That’d be Gerion again.” She sighed, leaning over the collection of vials and ingredients. “I really need to do something to make sure that he doesn’t keep getting rutted in public.”

“You know him?”

“He’s mine. Bond-slave.”

She said that as if he was supposed to know what that was. Axel let it pass, putting it down to one more thing that he’d have to ask his mistress about when he finally got home. This little journey out of the house had already left him with a hundred-plus questions, and he wasn’t even sure where he’d start when he finally got around to it.

“Anyway, fine. You can pay body-price, but I’m not letting you go until you satisfy me. Got it? No cheap-ass time-limits or anything like that. You gotta get me off, and if Gerion gets back before I’m done, you gotta get him off. Idiot’s going to be all kinds of mind-fucked from the plaza, so you might as well help me get him out of that before you go.”

Axel nodded.

“Alright. Get on the floor – what’s your name?”

“Uh, mistress calls me ‘Fountain.’”

“That explains about half the ingredients, then. Alright, Fountain, on your back.”

Despite the brusque nature of the bat-possum, he had to admit that he was still more than a little stiff between his legs. While she wasn’t so hard-controlling as his mistress, she had a sense of blunt appreciation to her that made it a little clearer what he needed to do. He appreciated that.

As he got comfortable, she walked around and stood with one foot on either side of his head. No sooner had he looked up than he realized that she had been walking around without anything on under the skirt. He didn’t know why that surprised him after everything else that he’d seen, but it did.

Then she sat down. Hard.

“Mmmph!”

“Come on, she’s been training you, you know what to do,” Silma said, grinding her rounded rump over his face. “Get that tongue in there and show me that you know how to – there you go. Finally.”

He had his tongue out and against her hole in seconds. It shouldn’t have taken that long, true, but that was because he hadn’t expected her to just ram her ass against his face. His muzzle ached slightly from the sudden application of weight, and he had to keep his grunts of discomfort to himself as he got used to her just sitting on him.

At least with the dragoness, she took her time to lower her big, fat ass over his face, and he was able to adjust himself so that he fit between her cheeks properly. This bitch just sat down on his face and rammed it back there.

Lick.

Lick.

Lick.

Still, he gave her the attention that she asked for. He dragged his tongue along the sweaty space between the cheeks, getting used to the new salty, bitter flavor that was back there, and he dragged his tongue against the pink hole waiting. It was nice and tight, not as exercised as his mistress’s hole was. Probably didn’t let a lot of stuff besides tongues back there, he imagined; this hybrid felt like someone that had a bigger need to keep control.

She pushed down harder on his face, keeping him pinned down against the floor. Her cheeks clenched, her muscles tightening from time to time over his face, but it was never that bad. The smell was thick and strong, musky and sweaty, and with that hint of earthiness that could never entirely be avoided back there. Her tail pulled around the sides of his head, aiding in the whole pinning him in place thing, and he groaned as she started rolling her hips back, riding his tongue.

“That’s it…fuck…yeah, get it right up there…”

She had one leg extended and the other supporting her. The bat-possum’s other foot –

“Mmmph…”

“You keep tongue-fucking my hole, I keep teasing this. Don’t you dare stop.”

Unable to say anything, Axel gave a vague thumbs-up off to the side. Silma kept shoving her ass back against his tongue, helping him get it in deeper, and her toes dragged along the side of his shaft.

[i]Mmmph…[/i]

If it wasn’t for the fact that he was all but sure that he would be forbidden to cum, he was pretty sure that he would have gone over the edge in seconds. He kept forcing his tongue upward, grinding it against the hybrid’s tight anus, slightly getting the tip in from time to time, only to have it pushed back out as she slid forward.

Grind.

Slide.

Thrust.

Lick.

Repeat.

It took almost five minutes before he was able to pop his tongue past her rim, but when he finally did, Silma groaned, her pussy wet against his chin and dripping down to his throat. She looked down over her shoulder at him, her toes curling just barely around the head of his cock.

“Heh…so you can follow orders, huh? Good boy…keep thrusting in there…I think Gerion’s almost here, and then you can enjoy a cock up your ass to go with the ass on your face.”

“Mmmph…”

Axel was in a mild haze. He should have been blushing at the fact that he was in a public shop, his face jammed into a bat-possum’s shapely rump and getting his face ridden like it was some sort of sex toy, but all he felt was an odd sense of accomplishment. Instead of feeling shame, he felt…sexy. He felt wanted, like he was a good little toy, and someone should be proud to have claimed him.

It was a nice feeling.

As she bounced her hips up and down on his face, as that thick rump pressed down on either side of his muzzle and drew his tongue deeper into that hole, he could just barely make out the sound of something else. Or rather, someone else, with the soft clicking sound of claws against the store’s tiled floor.

“Finally. Getting fucked on the way home?”

“Sorry, Mistress Silma,” a chirpy voice said. “I couldn’t help it. It was the spotlights.”

“Uh-huh. And how long did you pose waiting for one?”

“Well, um…”

“Just get over here, hon. This guy’s got a free ass for you to use. You have permission to cum twice.”

“…Really?!”

“Yes, Gerion. Now, get at it.”

The capybara could just barely feel his legs being spread and then pushed back. Something fell over his own cock, something slimy and wet. From the slickness of it, it felt like a great deal of pre-cum, thick and marinated around someone else’s cock. If that was the pigeon, no wonder; his cock had been completely sealed up inside of that suit for who knew how long. It had probably been pushed right to its limits with all that teasing and slithering around inside of the slimy suit.

The bat-possum leaned back, grinding her ass against his face and leaving him with his lips locked around her asshole, all while that slimy cock slid further and further back along his shaft, under his balls, and then –

“Mmmph!”

His little grunt was completely smothered by the cheeks around his face. The bird’s tip was completely tapered, but that was the only reason that it went in so easily. The mistress’s training aside, that thing was surprisingly long, and he was shocked to feel it going in without the slightest hesitation. All that slickness from pre-cum wasn’t as good as he would have hoped, and he still huffed and puffed, hissing as the bird started thrusting away. All that slime barely kept it from being too dry, and –

Squelch.

Squelch.

Squelch.

In, out, in, out, each time a little bit faster and a little bit harder than the last one, starting to build up as he felt his cock twitching and oozing into his belly button. The intensity of the pigeon’s thrusts were already building up, but it was secondary to the ass over his head. He kept his lips locked with the puckered hole right over them, thrusting his tongue in as deep as it would go.

“That’s it…that’s…mmmph…much better…now…just keep that up…and you’ll pay that body-price…any time now…”

Axel doubted that. In the back of his mind, he knew that this was the sort of woman that would keep this going for as long as she could. If she couldn’t get money for the goods that she was selling, then she would make it take so long to get the other payment out of him that he’d regret every last second of it.

But that was the back-of-mind thought. The front-of-mind thoughts were completely consumed with that warm, luscious ass, and how good it felt on his face, and how his cock was throbbing hard and oozing away, and how his ass burned in the best of ways as the bird humped into him. He didn’t know how long he’d be stuck there, but he knew one thing for sure. He was going to love every last second of it.

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

Summary: Axel is pushed further down the road of embarrassment and slavery under the directions of Drakina.

Tags: M/F, M/F/M, M/M, Slavery, Modern, Pigeon, Capybara, Bat, Dragoness, Possum, Bat Possum Hybrid, Hybrid, Various Species, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Nudity, Arousal, Facesitting, Rimming, Anal, Series, Pre-Cum, Dribbling, Piercing, Leash and Collar,