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[b][u][center]How DMs Shift Reality

Part 1

For Nataraj

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

Ever since Deleram had taken over as DM for the gaming group, Alex had started feeling…different. Not bad, but different, like he was seeing the world differently, through a different perspective. He didn’t notice it at first, but as the first game rolled into the second, then the third, he started to realize that he didn’t see things the same way as he used to.

Mostly, it was seeing anthros differently. He had never been one of the humans that looked down at the animal-folk before the Desegregation, but neither had he been one of those that picketed and fought for their rights in the same way as some of the others. To him, they’d been people that had some serious bad luck with society, but other than that, they were as good or as bad as anyone else.

Since the game, though, he’d started seeing them in a different way. At college, he’d started to let his eyes linger on them a bit more in the locker room, and since it was summer, he saw a lot more fur and flesh with them than he did with other humans. It was actually kind of embarrassing when he realized that he started to watch the tight shorts on some of the big furs that walked by – and some of the big scalies – and had stopped looking at his own species quite as much.

He hadn’t let it start affecting how he treated people, but there was something else there, now, some sort of…instinct that drew his eyes to different places. He didn’t know what to think about it, but…well, he could probably blame Deleram.

Alex blushed as he thought that, shaking his head as he pulled his soda up to his mouth again. Sitting at the back table of the game shop, he was in the middle of sorting through some cards to pass the time. He had already sorted his dice for the umpteenth time, and there was really no more sorting that one could do without actually buying new ones. And honestly, he had bought more than enough of those for the time being.

[i]No, more dice, more shinies,[/i] some lizard-brain thought said, and he chuckled. He wasn’t a dice goblin just yet, but the temptation had been there more than once.

Shaking his head, he went back to sorting out the trading cards, organizing them by color and type to keep his hands busy as his mind wandered.

Deleram had been a surprisingly good DM, particularly for a group of people that had been anything but willing for a non-human DM. He’d come in late on the first session, carrying pre-prepared character sheets, something that the entire group despised, but somehow, the elephant had managed to convince them all not just to use the sheets, but had managed to give them the sort of first session that just blew every expectation out of the water.

Or…

Alex rubbed his forehead, trying to think it through. That [i]was[/i] how it had gone, right? He wasn’t just imagining things?

He didn’t think he was, considering that they’d had four sessions since, one a day, and nobody had wanted to stop. Hell, everyone wanted to keep going, rushing forward on a daily basis, and it was only due to college that they weren’t here all hours of the day. The weekend was rushing at them, and he knew that was going to be an all-day event, but…

Rubbing his head, he couldn’t actually bring to mind anything that they had done in the game in the last few sessions. There were a few hints here and there, something about putting on disguises and robbing some of the worst people in the game, stealing from humans that had robbed anthro nobles, but…

Why couldn’t he remember the rest? He swore that there was more, but that was the only thing that stuck out for him.

“Weird…That’s…really weird, actually,” he muttered, putting the cards down. “Maybe I should talk to –”

“Ah, there you are, Alex.”

He almost jumped out of his skin as he heard the DM’s voice. He whipped his head around, seeing the elephant walking across the game shop. The circular tables that spanned the back half of the store were barely spaced enough to allow the elephant to pass through them, his wide hips and thick shoulders making him a mobile pillar of gray that just had to shove everything out of his way to get anywhere.

Alex put on a smile that was no longer feigned as the elephant approached, and his eyes did the same thing that they had been doing ever since the first session. They flicked up and down, taking in the big guy’s body, and he blushed as he realized that he was staring just like he did with the other big anthros back at college.

[i]God, don’t stare at the DM, don’t stare at the DM…[/i]

But it was hard not to, and not just because the elephant was someone that was so well-built, with thick shoulders and obvious muscle under the chub that he carried at his guts. He wore a vest that left most of his torso exposed, one that almost showed off the nipple ring that he had pierced through one of the little gray bumps on his chest, and he wore silk pants that were something right out of the Arabian Nights. The fact that it was so shimmery almost made it look more transparent than it was.

He blushed worse as the barefoot elephant stomped his way along, hearing the wet slaps of those big bare feet on the concrete floor of the game shop. He knew that there’d be wet footprints on the ground if he looked, and somehow, that sent a shiver up and down his spine.

[i]Why? Why does that…[/i]

He shuffled closer to the table, hiding the slight erection that was starting to build. That was not what he’d normally feel, but…but something had definitely changed. Whatever it was, it had changed, and hard, to get him to react like this.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, hoping that he didn’t sound as judgmental as some of his classmates still did. “I mean…we’re not gaming today, are we? I didn’t forget a session, did I?”

“No, no, nothing of the sort, my friend,” the elephant said as he got comfortable. Meaning, he put his feet on the table. His heels clicked against the cheap surface, the long, broad soles already shimmering in the light of the game store. “I just thought that I’d take some peace and quiet to work on the next session’s plans. You know how it is; you never know what you’ll need to have mapped, or plotted, or…well, you know.”

“Uh, yeah…yeah…”

Why did he…

Alex blushed as he tried to look anywhere but at the elephant’s soles. They were always on display, no matter where the DM was. And he was starting to find Deleram everywhere, from school to the fast food chains that he went to, even browsing the shelves at the store that he worked at part time. It was starting to get a little strange, and he didn’t know what to think when he saw the big guy around.

But everywhere he went, he saw those feet. Those big, gray feet, smooth as one could imagine, always damp, always sweaty, always leaving footprints everywhere that he went, but never getting dirty from it. There was some sort of strange magic there, almost like the elephant’s feet couldn’t get dirty, only sweaty.

[i]Where did you even come from…[/i]

That was one question that Alex still didn’t know the answer to. He remembered inviting Deleram to act as the DM at the session, remembered meeting the elephant at college, but he couldn’t remember where the big guy had come from. It was like he had stepped out of nowhere, taken form out of the mist of time, and then arrived to take charge of the D&D sessions.

How that worked…

Alex realized that he was starting to drift off, and he shook his head a few times. He reached for his soda –

“Alex.”

“Hmm?” he asked, blinking as he looked past the big gray toes at the elephant’s face.

“Do you remember how things went in the last session?”

“Um…not that clearly, no. Could you give me a refresher?”

“I believe that you were sneaking into a human manor on the whims of your patron?”

“That…sounds right?”

It did, though he still didn’t remember how they had gotten the rest of the party to agree to it. While he couldn’t remember much of the game specifically, he did remember that there was a weird anthro-superiority feeling to it, with elephants and the bigger species right up at the top of the totem pole. Even though he played a lizard in the game, he was still relatively low-caste compared to the big guys.

He remembered that they had been in the process of breaking into a noble’s house, wanting to teach him a lesson because their elephant patron had been telling them that it was deserved, needed, even required, but…other than that, he was drawing a complete blank on what was going on.

He tried to look past the toes for a clue, but they twitched and his eyes were brought right back down, made to stare at them, his vision fogging slightly.

“Yes, I remember now,” Deleram said. “You had just about finished the heist, and you were going to present the goods to your master. Do you remember that?”

“Yeah…yeah, I’m…I’m starting to.”

And he was. Yeah, they had just left the mansion, and they were starting to go back to meet his patron. They had been intercepted, though, met at the pub, almost like the master didn’t know if they could be entirely trusted with all the goods that they had just stolen. He remembered that, now, remembered seeing the elephant walk in, wearing those rich clothes and…

And barefoot, just like Deleram was.

He was floating now, his thoughts fading, his eyes drifting to a half-closed state. He was leaning across the table, and he was slowly sucking in the scent coming off those soles. His eyes were drifting more, his face feeling a bit…a bit tight, almost like there wasn’t enough room for what was supposed to be there.

“Come on out, Nataraj. It is safe now.”

That was the voice of his patron, the name of his character. Alex groaned, closing his eyes for a moment.

When he opened them again, the world felt different. There was something new to the walls, a candle-light feeling rather than the cold light of electrical bulbs. His nose was longer, slowly extending, and his mouth was following suit. His pants felt tight, his rump feeling wide, and he groaned as he felt his toes getting almost crunched against the ends of his shoes.

There was no more Deleram. Sitting in front of him was Lord-Master of the Dungeons, the Prince Deshar, an elephant that was beyond compare in the land that they lived in. He groaned as he felt his face pebbling over, then smoothing out, green and yellow scales popping in to replace flesh.

Flesh. He had never had flesh. He was a lizard, and lizards were scaled, and that was the long and short of it.

Pop, pop, pop went a few spines along his back, shredding through a shirt that he barely remembered putting on. His toes were stretching still, shoes that were not meant for someone that had such long toes stretching along the seams, the toes starting to pop and rip against the claws that were growing.

Alex – no, not Alex, Nataraj – started to groan, his fingers clawing at the table. Something…something felt off. Something felt strange. He couldn’t…he was split…he felt like…like two…

“It’s alright, Nataraj. Take a breath.”

He did, and the elephant’s musk seeped right into his lungs, filling them with the warmth and softness that he needed to feel safe again. He took another breath, and then another, and then another, each one making him feel better, pushing away the nerves and the worries that had been starting to burn in the back of his mind.

Rip!

Rip!

The ends of his shoes burst open, and he felt his toes click and clack on the wooden floor. Wooden, not concrete, planked, not smooth. He sighed as he felt the freedom that came from being barefoot properly, reaching down idly to remove the trash that was his shoes. His eyes never left the elephant’s feet, though.

He felt other things, too. His shirt ripped as he took on a different shape, his scales running along his back, a tail ripping through the top of his waistband. He smiled to himself, feeling relieved as his balls grew a bit, fitting better between his thighs, and he wiggled as his hips pushed his pants to the oblivion in which they belonged.

As the clothes slipped away, leaving him in nothing more than a pair of briefs that were pulled so tight that they almost looked like panties, Nataraj finally felt like himself again. He didn’t know how long it would be until he had to go back, but this felt…right.

The lizard smiled as he bowed his head before his master, the Prince Deshar, and he made a great show of getting to his feet, wiggling his hips as he went, swaying his rump and his barely-bound balls in the same motion.

“My master, it is wonderful to see you once more,” he said, turning about as if he was in a common room. And he was, of course, though this was a most alien room indeed, with folk in clothing that did not match the realm. There were those that wore shoes, for god’s sake, sacrilege. They must be in horrible quarters, indeed.

They were in a pocket of their own world, however, where the table was made of wood, where the floor was likewise, despite the strange material that dotted the rest of the strange quarter. Candle light and torch light filled the air with smoke and steam where they were, and their pocket of reality was slowly stretching, touching, changing others.

Humans were everywhere, and he shook his head in pity at them. They were completely unaware of the glory of his master, the great prince, or they would be on their knees, begging for him to uplift them from their state at the bottom of the totem pole, to give them the chance to worship at his feet. Speaking of feet.

Nataraj turned again, bowing before his master, reaching to the shreds of his clothes to pull forth a bag. It was weighted down with papers of value, and he tossed it over to the elephant.

“What you asked for, my master. I am most certain that you will be happy with it.”

“Yes, I’m sure, as well,” the Prince Deshar said. “Now, you may take your reward. Name it, my lizard, my talented one.”

“Your feet, my master, as ever.”

“Then lean forward, my lizard, and worship.”

The elephant tilted his feet forward slightly, pointing his toes so that the little droplets of sweat gleamed like diamonds between his toes. That was all that Nataraj needed, and he leaned in, kissing along the toes and feeling them curling, twitching, pinching against his tongue and his nose. He moaned at the heat of the musk that burned between them, the mind-melting scent already making his cock rise, his tail doing the same.

He laid himself on his back on the table, pointing one leg and pulling the master’s feet against his face. They rested on either side of his snout, and he breathed in the musk that they let off, savoring the warmth that they created against his lips, against his cheeks, against his forehead. It was perfect, warm and wonderful, and he moaned to himself as he nuzzled between them, taking it in and wanting more.

Lick, lick, lick went his tongue along the undersides of the master’s feet, feeling them pressing down on his anxieties, his worries, allowing him to be true to himself. There was no need to worry about the other humans in the room, no reason to be shamed by being seen. As if they would see him as anything but a loyal servant to his master, a fine lizard that was giving a great elephant exactly what he deserved.

The master of the dungeon groaned for him from time to time, appreciatively curling his toes. They were signals that any that served in the court of the great Prince Deshar knew. The curl of the big toe meant to lean up, to give the toes themselves a good licking and tongue-lashing. To fan them meant to take his time, to lick from the heel to the toes and savor every droplet that he found on the way.

To point the toes, to see them directed towards the ceiling or towards a person, meant that he was to bow his head and serve. They suddenly did, and Nataraj froze, holding still as the feet rested on his face.

He breathed, and the musk filled his lungs, forcing them to expand and be warmed by it. He let it out, and he watched the warmth puff between the toes, saw more sweat form, felt it drip against his face and warm him again. Breathing in, breathing out, breathing in, breathing out.

The more he consumed, the more he understood. He was his master’s lizard. He belonged to the elephant, was needed by the master. He would come when he was called, and he would learn how to come when he was wanted as well as when he was needed.

“You are a good servant, Nataraj. You bring great things to this world.”

“Mmmph…”

“You will come forth again…soon…”

“Master treats me well…”

“Master will see you again…soon…”

The lizard groaned, wishing that he could be out for longer, but there was a part of him that understood, even if it didn’t know the details. The more that he came forth, the longer that the next session would be. Soon, he would be able to be out forever. Soon, he would be able to give the master what he wanted.

He closed his eyes again. He felt the crunching, softening feeling of scales to flesh, and he felt the warmth pushing down on his mind once more. The darkness called him back, and he slowly sank away…

Except for one little fascination that he left behind, one little thing that would call him back…

#

Alex groaned as he rubbed his head, watching as Deleram left the store. He remembered that they’d talked about the next session of the game, that they had made some plans regarding what they’d need to do to keep the rest of the party moving forward, but…well, as usual, the details eluded him. There was something about the elephant that made it hard for him to keep those planning sessions in mind.

[i]Then again, it would be hard for me to stay in character if I knew too much of the meta-stuff.[/i]

Alex chuckled to himself, blushing as he shifted back and forth in his chair. Something felt a bit off, almost like his pants were too small, or like he was a bit sweat-soaked, yet neither was the case. His pants were the same size as ever, and it wasn’t like he would have grown in the last few minutes.

Yet, something felt different, and he didn’t know what it was.

Shaking his head, he got to his feet, making his way out of the game shop. He tucked his cards in his pocket, gave the store manager a nod, and then walked outside to the bus stop.

He took a seat, pulled out his cell phone, and was about to start on his usual browser game when something else caught his attention. He paused in the middle of tapping the screen, his nostrils flaring as a different scent pulled at his brain. He turned his head this way and that, trying to see what it was –

And then he got his answer.

A dragon sat down on the other seat under the covered bus stop, sandals dangling from his toes. Alex stared for a moment, looking at the red soles on the otherwise black-scaled feet, and he saw sweat droplets running along the underside. Sweat drops that made his nose burn a bit.

Sweat drops that were probably musky as all hell.

Sweat drops that were making his dick rise in his pants.

Alex blushed worse and worse as he pulled his phone up over his face, turning around to keep from staring at the dragon. Yet, at the same time, the smell was still there, the heated scent that was running right from his nose down to his crotch. He couldn’t believe that this was happening, but at the same time, his cock was already making it very, very clear that it was.

[i]No, no, no, this isn’t…[/i]

He blushed even worse, his cheeks burning like they’d been set aflame. Little images popped into his head, images of him leaning over and taking a better look at the dragon’s sweaty soles, of pushing his face under them to get a good look.

When he imagined licking them, his cock just about jumped in his pants, throbbing to full erection, spitting a bit of pre into his underwear. Alex groaned, curling his toes –

Toes. Against pavement.

He blinked, wondering how that had happened. He’d come to the game store with shoes…hadn’t he? Hadn’t he worn them here? Yet, if he had, why was he barefoot now? Why would he be walking on the dirty streets with nothing to cover his feet?

The question was enough to distract him from the dragon’s feet for a few seconds, but no more than that. Soon, he was wondering if he’d seen them the right way, if they were really that sweaty, and when he started wondering that, the urge to look again became almost overpowering. He wanted to turn around, to stare at them, to ask the dragon to take off his sandals completely and –

The shyness stopped him…but it didn’t stop him from flicking on his phone camera.

[i]What am I doing?[/i] Alex wondered, even as he turned the camera so that it looked like he was still playing a game, but was actually aimed over his shoulder at the dragon’s feet. He could see them, see the wet slickness running along the smooth soles, could only imagine how strong the scent was down there if it was actually this warm and welcoming where he was sitting. How would it affect his mind to be under those soles…

The idea of a human putting himself below an anthro, even after the Desegregation, was hardly something that should be entertained, yet at the same time, it was impossible to think of anything else at that moment. He wanted to be under that dragon’s feet. Some part of him, some very new part of him, wanted to play with a person’s sweaty soles.

Since when did he like feet? He didn’t know, but the hunger was undeniable, and so was the urge to take a few pictures.

[i]What am I doing? What am I doing?[/i]

Alex shivered, barely believing that he was tapping the little button on his phone over and over again to catch slightly different angles of the dragon’s foot, almost like he was possessed to do it. Why was he doing this? If he got caught, he could get beaten up for being this sort of pervert.

Yet, at the same time, his cock had never been harder, and while his toes curled nervously, he couldn’t help but look forward to getting home and…enjoying himself…to the photos.

The kick-crack of the bus coming closer told him that he was running out of time. On instinct, he switched over to video, catching the last of the dragon’s sole shots before they both had to get to their feet. As soon as Alex’s bare soles hit the pavement, he was shocked back to reality, and he hid his phone as fast as he could as the bus came to a stop in front of them.

The black and red dragon offered to let him go first, but Alex gestured for the dragon to take the lead. It was only after he followed behind that he realized that he, as a human, had allowed the dragon to go first, that he was doing something that most humans would not, even post Desegregation.

Not that it was bad, it was just…not what people normally did. He tapped his bus card, then made his way to the back of the bus, sitting behind the thicker seats where there were less people.

It was only as the bus started making its way down the road that he realized that most of the people on it were anthros…and most of them were wearing sandals. His eyes went wide, and he jammed his head into the back of the seat in front of him, whispering for his dick to go down, to go down, to go [i]down![/i]

#

By the time that the bus dropped him off about a block away from his house, Alex was just about whimpering with how horny he was. The most annoying thing was that he didn’t even understand [i]why[/i] he was horny!

It was one thing to start checking out other guys. He understood that, he had been okay with that, even if he didn’t know why he was looking at anthros as much as he was. Until last week, he had been looking at humans exclusively, and now, he was looking at the bigger furs and scalies that wandered around campus.

But that was fine. That was normal. That was understandable. It meant that Deleram had opened up a few different options that he hadn’t had before, that he saw the anthros more like people now, that they were someone that he could see himself fucking, or getting fucked by.

This, however…

He stared at the bus as it drove off, trying his best not to let his bulge show through his pants, trying not to think about how obvious it had to be. He had been smelling foot-musk all the way home, the bus’s air conditioning completely dead. There’d been the smell of sweat and the warmth of a foot scent all the way home, and he had never, ever, [i]ever[/i] sprung as much of a boner as he had right that moment.

Feet. He’d occasionally been curious about it, but this was an obsession at this point. Every pair of soles in sandals had been a temptation to photograph, to keep as a memento on his phone for him to…get off to later.

[i]Why…why is this…so…[/i]

He shivered as he walked down the street, and not just from the shock of wanting this as badly as he did. His feet were getting a slight ‘beating’ as he walked along the pavement, almost like they were getting punished for being in shoes so long. He felt every slap of his soles against the sidewalk, the gradual reminder that this was supposed to be the way that things went. Somehow. That…that was weird and new, but it felt right.

Alex made his way down the block, then around the corner to the little house that he’d been living in ever since he moved out after graduating high school. He walked up to the front door, blushing slightly as he realized that he was doing the same thing as Deleram; he was walking barefoot and sweaty, leaving footprints behind him as he went. Oh god, what the hell was wrong with him? That wasn’t human to do that…and he shouldn’t be getting that turned on by it, either.

He opened the door in a hurry, throwing it wide open before stepping inside. Grinding his feet on the doormat, he pulled the door shut behind him as soon as he was sure that his feet were clean. Running through the house, he went to his room, shut the door, and flopped down on the bed.

[i]Not a foot slut, not a foot slut, not a foot slut…[/i]

His boner begged to differ, and his mind kept flooding itself with the different feet that it had stored from the bus. Dragon feet, wolf feet, horse feet, and one or two big, thick pairs of elephant feet. He could still see them in his mind’s eye, see the warm soles, the sweaty skin, the shine that covered the bottom of them that no human could have unless they deliberately oiled their feet.

It was a humiliating, arousing thing as it was forced on his mind again and again, his imagination running through the list before reaching the end and starting over once more. It was a constant stream of soles.

[i]Mmmph…Nataraj would love that…[/i]

He blinked, sitting up a bit. Nataraj would – why did that thought pop into his head? Nataraj was a character, someone he played in D&D. And yeah, he was a bard, a bit of a courtesan and tease, but why…

Why would he…

The images started changing in his head, almost like it was someone else feeding them to him. Alex rolled over on his mattress, his hand falling to his crotch, his fingers squeezing at his balls ever so gently.

“Mmmph…”

He imagined – or was made to imagine, he wasn’t sure which – Nataraj in the middle of a session with his patron, the lizard on his hands and knees, holding the elephant’s foot by the heel and licking from the heel all the way to the toes. He groaned as he curled his toes into the sheets, his other hand coming down to his cock and squeezing it through his pants. God, they felt even tighter than they had before, or he felt bigger. He wasn’t sure which.

The fantasy continued, showing a series of different petitioners coming before the elephant lord, each one offering their foot to the lizard to be worshiped while they made their case before the great prince. Alex bit his lip to hold back a moan as he imagined being Nataraj for a moment, the fetish overwhelming him, making him curious what a sweaty toe passing his lips would feel like.

[i]Nnngh…[/i]

It was so confusing, so weird that he was getting this turned on. His fingers pulled at his cock that much harder, fumbling for his zipper as the fantasy got ever more elaborate. Nataraj as a footrest, kneeling down with his master’s heels on his back. Nataraj as a foot licker for the court, facing away and licking every foot that came his way. Nataraj as the foot moisturizer, his cock pointed up and getting kneaded by every foot that came near his master.

His own tongue pushed past his lips as he imagined it, shivering as his cock throbbed all the harder. He swore that he could almost feel the toes against his face, the warm soles that were just begging for him to give them the worship that they deserved.

[i]Belong here…[/i]

He didn’t know where the thought came from, but god, it was hot. He could feel it burning in the back of his mind, pushing him down, making him want to be at the feet of others more than he had ever wanted any other sexual act. Alex groped his cock as he finally popped it free, shivering as he sat up.

Hardly believing he was doing it, he twisted himself around so that the head of his cock rested against his sole, grinding on it, feeling the tip getting teased by the wrinkles and textures of his foot as he humped against his hand and foot at the same time. It wasn’t as good as the fantasies, but it was as close as he could get in his shame.

Hump, hump, grind. His pre-cum oozed out and lubed his sole, and the naughty warmth was almost enough to push him over the edge. Alex shivered, imagining the smell from the bus stop again –

That did it. The thought of being under an anthro, of being a good little foot slut, was enough to push his new fantasies over the edge. He came hard, spurting all over his foot, and as soon as he did, he expected the guilt to come crashing down, to make him feel horrible for thinking of something so deviant.

Strangely, it wasn’t as bad as he thought. Sure, he felt a bit…weird, like a small freak, but not as much as he expected. He was able to flop back, tiredness seizing him, and he went to sleep with his own seed splattered over his sole.

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