Pawslaved: Quick and Dirty
The title really says it all... a quick and dirty story of pawslavery. Written as a birthday present for Timanth, the bronze in the story.
"So, it's your birthday, hmm, my dear bronze?" Shira muses, looking up at you, "I'll have to make it one that you can remember." With those few words, Shira's body seems to vanish into a massive burst of light, that quickly expands above you, reforming into the shape of the dragoness, who has become fully a dozen times your size! Where you once looked down to see the tiny iridescent dragoness, you can only see a massive wall of scales before you. With little warning or fanfare, shi lifts hir right foot above you, bringing it down atop your sinewy frame, pressing you against the ground. The dragoness's paw feels like it weighs tons, and it never occurs to you that shi's treading lightly, only using enough of hir weight to keep you pinned.
"You feel absolutely wonderful down there," Shira growls, rubbing hir paw heavily back and forth atop you, rolling you against the ground. "I think you can do more to make this enjoyable for both of us, though." Suddenly, you feel overpowered by an urge to start rubbing the paw above you, pressing your own hands into the firm surface, massaging the dragoness even as shi presses down more firmly onto your body, taking the air from your lungs. You strain to breathe in, but only can take in the overpowering musk of the dragoness' unwashed paw, which alone is nearly enough to make you gag. Shira feels your body protesting, and lifts hir paw up slightly, while bending over to look at you, smirking softly.
The massive paw shifts and grinds against your body, always with enough pressure to make you quite uncomfortable, but never enough to injure you, the dragoness taking great pleasure in simply testing your limits. Your bones strain to support the dragoness, your once brilliant scales getting torn from your skin, the ones remaining being stained with the grime that's accumulated on the bottom of the dragoness's paw. "Lick," shi commands, pressing one of those dirty toes into your snout. As you open your mouth to protest, to beg the dragoness to spare you that torment, you find your tongue sliding out and licking at the scales, the taste making you retch, but nothing comes forth, the dragoness somehow forcing you to keep every last bit of dirt and grime beneath hir toes within your body, the vile taste filling your muzzle and throat as it slides slowly toward your stomach.
Shifting a bit more weight off you, shi wriggles hir toes in front of you, showing you just how much work they need, now that you have enough light to actually see that the once white toes are brown with filth. Yet you can't stop yourself from licking them, and even find yourself starting to enjoy it, as you try desperately to pull away from the disgusting surface, but find your body unresponsive even as your brain screams internally. Shira notices the tortured look on your face and just laughs, leaning in closely, hir toothy grin filling your gaze. "By the way, I found a lovely little mind control spell that I thought would work well with you. Your mind, your body... your very essence is mine now, little one. You don't... mind, do you?" shi laughs cruelly, and you can only shake your head, even as you try to force your voice to beg for mercy, though even that has been taken away from you.
"Now," Shira says, splaying hir toes before you, "I want you to curl up around my toes, like a ring for each one of them. You're an eastern dragon so I'm sure you can stretch far enough to do it." Before shi even finishes speaking, you're curled around one and weaving around the rest, even as shi brings them together, forcing you to nuzzle between the overpoweringly-scented toes to get a grip on them. Once you've gone around all four of hir toes, your snout burrows back into one of those toe-crotches, where the scent is strongest and filth is deepest, and start licking at it again, taking more of it into your muzzle, making you shiver reflexively in disgust.
As you continue to lick, the dragoness stands up, putting quite a bit of weight upon the parts of your body beneath hir toes, before starting to walk. "Just keep going, my toe ring. I want those to be clean by the time I get home." All you can do is comply with the dragoness' command, as you feel your stomach become increasingly filled with the paw's grime, though you somehow keep all of it within you, even as it feels like you've taken in more than your own weight. Your senses start to blur as you continue to lick from the dragoness, this becoming increasingly 'normal' to you, the taste becoming slightly less offensive, but still makes your body want to escape. The rhythmic steps of the dragoness lull you almost into hypnosis, as you develop a robotic pace to your efforts, eyes glazing over. Indeed, your very essence belongs to the dragoness now, and you find yourself doing all that shi asks.