The Warrior (Toe)Ring
A stream story commissioned by FA: DrakeHavok , we have a little bit of work with him and Vicki, with her convincing him to try out a toe ring that ostensibly has magical powers.
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The Warrior (Toe)Ring For DrakeHavok By Draconicon
"Oh, Havok, just think about it. You'll be recorded as someone that helped discover this lost civilization's secrets. You'll have your name in history books. You'll -"
"I'm probably gonna get possessed by something or other, so why don't you at least give me the cost of a disenchantment?"
"...You're no fun anymore."
"I'm learning what you guys will do, if I don't actually take a second to think."
He almost felt bad as the vixen kitsune hmmphed and started rooting around in her purse, but then again, Havok felt that he was justified. After all, he'd been experimented on by a hippo, a tigress, a dragon, a dragoness, and - of late - this kitsune. After the amount of times he'd needed to get his body fixed, or his mind re-adjusted, or his soul back in the right body, he figured that he was due a little bit of recompense.
The vixen - a lady that Draconicon had told him he should meet, named Vicki - handed him a couple of twenty dollar bills and a ten. Enough for a quick, cheap fix if he happened to get transformed, at least. Havok nodded, putting it into his wallet.
"So, what exactly do you need my help testing?"
"Oh, you'll see. It's right through here."
She waved with one of her nine tails, and he settled in behind her, following down a rather long corridor. Dark wood and green hangings reminded him of a natural setting, almost like he was walking down a forest path.
He wondered if that was intentional.
They passed by a number of different rooms, each one filled with what looked like very valuable artifacts. From simple pieces of pottery to large gems, from rings to crowns, weapons to armor, Vicki seemed to have a collection that rivaled some of the larger museum collections out there. He whistled under his breath as they passed by one less-organized room, the floor littered with spears, swords, daggers, and other bladed things.
"Why don't you have that set up?"
"Oh, that's tomorrow's testing. I'm trying to find someone willing to see if they're possessed swords, or dancing swords, or just ceremonial."
"Dancing...You know what, nevermind."
She led him to the end of the hall, and opened the door. It was a fairly empty kind of room, and one that continued the darkwood and green motif. The carpet was soft, too, at least to him, and springy enough that he bounced a little before he got used to it.
Vicki closed the door, and he looked around for whatever it was that she wanted him to try. He wondered if maybe it was the sword on the mantlepiece, or one of the cloaks that hung on the wall, or -
"Here, Havok."
He blinked, turning around to see her holding out a ring. Of course, it would be a ring. The white dragon groaned, shaking his head.
"Really? These are never good news..."
"Oh, I don't know. There's ones that were held by rulers that give wisdom, insight, and other special powers."
"Yeah, and there's ones that had princes stuffed into the gems that try and take over the world as soon as someone wears it."
"You don't have to worry about that. I'm here to make sure that any destruction is purely limited."
"Limited?"
"Well, I can't guarantee that I can stop everything."
"Yeah..."
He took the ring from her hand, turning it around and getting a good look at it. The band wasn't anything distinctive. It wasn't gold or copper, or even silver. Instead, it looked more like...sterling silver, or even steel. It had a cold metal look, and there were remnants of engravings along the outside. Nothing that clear, though.
The stranger thing was the measurement of it. It wasn't sized right for his thumbs or fingers, and it was definitely too small to go around something much more embarrassing. He turned it in his hands for a few seconds, trying to figure it out, until Vicki sighed.
"It's a toe-ring, Havok."
"Huh?"
"You put it on your toes. The big ones. Ever worn one?"
"More than I'd like..."
"Well, how about you get your shoes off and try this one on? You should be earning your $50, after all."
Uh-huh, and how eager would you be if you were the one having to test this crap? Havok thought as he knelt down. His shoes came off quickly enough, and he nudged his socks inside of them before putting them out of the way. He gave the ring one last look, and then slid it down and around his big left toe.
As soon as it touched the base, he felt a shock go through his foot from toe to heel, and then back again. The familiar tingle of a transformation followed, and he groaned, going over to the wall and resting his back against it. Vicki followed him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
"It's got a transformation, at least...Not sure how extensive."
"Alright. Keep me informed; I don't want you to get too deep into this."
He nodded, even as he looked down at his foot again. The white scales were slowly getting obscured with black fur, spreading out from his toes along the tops of his feet. It was like watching grass sprout, except in a more viscerally fulfilling and disturbing way. He curled his toes, watching them turn from scaly digits to fat little toes, each one topped with a growing, blackening claw.
Havok bit his lip as he watched the fur grow, spreading along the top of his foot towards his ankle, and then spreading up his leg. His balance shifted, and he was more grateful than ever for the wall behind him.
As his ankles let out a painless crack, shifting around as his anatomy changed, Havok felt a buzzing in his head, a little, a little whisper that kept niggling at the edge of his consciousness. Closing his eyes, he pressed one hand to his head, trying to hear it.
New host...New world...
Well, it seemed the ring had someone else along in it. He knew it; he just knew that this would happen. He opened his mouth -
Powerful host...good things to come...
"Havok? Havok, what's wrong?"
"...I'm not sure."
"Try to explain -"
"Quiet."
He held up a hand, trying to listen. The voice was so quiet, almost indistinguishable from the background noise of his body changing, legs cracking as his ankles rose up from the ground, and his knees pushed up closer to his hips. He hunched forward, his tail warping from a thick, reptilian limb to something softer, fluffier, and with much less flexibility. The claws on his hand, blunted and trimmed, started to grow longer, leaving him scratching at his scalp as he tried to listen.
It wasn't words, he realized. It was more like...like feelings. Feelings of power, feelings of strength and agility and...
And need.
Havok opened his eyes again, just in time to see his muzzle pushing further outwards. It thickened along the top, turning more square, boxish, compared to his more narrow snout. His lips hung down, around fangs and a thicker tongue that was slowly growing past his lips.
Vicki had stepped back from him, staring up rather than at him now. Fear? No, respect. Respect was in her eyes, respect that had been shared from so many others in the past. Respect for his power and strength.
She muttered something, and he growled, chuckling under his breath. It didn't matter.
"On your knees..."
His growl got her to move. Her tails struck like whips, as if she thought she could knock him backwards. The first hit hard, but the next -
The vixen yelped as he darted behind her, grabbing all her tails at once and lifting her off the ground. She tumbled around, desperately trying to get her balance, but the ring told him what he needed to do. The ring had the memories of a hundred, a thousand combatants, and they knew how to fight.
She went flying, thrown over a couch. He followed, grabbing her tails and using them like rope, tying them around her legs and pulling them up and back. She squirmed, but not fast enough; he threw her to the ground, and pinned her down, keeping her belly, and pulling her legs up high -
And then he paused.
During the scuffle, Vicki's robes had lifted up - or rather, in this case, fallen down - and exposed her legs from knee to ankle. Her feet were bare, and the pink undersides drew his attention, pulling him in. He grabbed her by the ankle as she squirmed, and pressed his nose right against her sole.
A single breath, a single sniff, brought the soft scent to his mind, and left the wolf - the big, powerful, ancient wolf - smiling.
"Bitch...I think you'll be useful..."
"Havok, remember who are you. It's me, I'm paying you to -"
"Test this out...yes. I know."
"...You know?!"
"Yes. I know. And I'm getting a little more payment."
Most of his clothes had shredded during his growth, so it was only natural that his cock could flop out as he took a better look at those soles. They were so soft looking, fleshy and well-formed, with a high arch that seemed perfect for cupping a cock between them. He changed his position, thrusting his hips forward as his hardening cock flopped between her feet. She yelped, and he saw the blush grow on her face.
"You...you want extra payment, hmm? You could...could have asked for something like this."
"I doubt it."
He was so big now that he could stomp his foot down beside her face, his furry toes right beside her cheek. She stared at them as he wiggled them up and down.
"Lick. I want to feel you really getting them clean..."
"You...Oh, alright..."
She started licking between his toes, and the feeling of that soft, quick tongue made his cock harden the rest of the way, and he used her tails as ropes, pulling her legs to the position he wanted. Her feet squeezed against his cock hard, and he growled as he started slowly rocking back and forth, fucking between her feet.
The wolf in his head was growling, scratching at the back of his mind for more...and maybe he'd get it, in a bit. But for now, he'd enjoy being on the top for once. Besides, the sight of the rather cocky vixen licking at his feet while he fucked her was surprisingly therapeutic...and very sexy.
The End