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A Day of Indulgence

By Draconicon

Boredom could strike anyone, and Draconicon was no exception. He had done quite a bit to keep that dreadful force at bay, but when the books of his library were organized for the third time, when he had gone through the kitchen of the great skyscraper that he called home, when he had double, triple, and quadruple-checked the contents of his spellbooks for anything that he had missed over the last half-century, he could deny the fact no longer. He was bored, and no mere busy-work was going to dismiss that.

The black dragon sighed as he leaned back at the desk that he had made for himself in the forbidden section of his library. Forbidden in name only, these days, what with the various attempts that his harem made to sneak in.

Scritch-scratch.

Speaking of which.

Draconicon snapped his fingers, and the 'sneaky' lion that was slowly dragging himself through the upper levels of the bookshelves was banished back to the pool four stories down. In his mind's eye, he could picture the slender feline falling to the water, yowling all the way and then complaining about his fancy silks being ruined. A little cruel, perhaps, but he had set down the rules of what was and wasn't allowed, and he expected them to be followed. Even the felines had to learn where the boundaries were.

Still, it was barely a second's distraction before he was aware of how little that would actually do. He sighed, getting to his feet and adjusting his robe as he went.

I suppose I could spend the afternoon warding the library until it was completely sealed, but... He sighed, rubbing his forehead. No, one of them will either find a loophole or sneak in with the help of some other mage that risked it all for them. Not really much point in that when they'll just keep upping the ante...

He realized that he sounded a little frustrated with his harem, and in some ways, he supposed, he was. They liked to push the boundaries of things, and there were days when he just didn't have the mental tolerance for that. If he asked them not to do something, it didn't make it cute to do it and then wait for punishment or discipline. Most of the time, they knew that, but...

Well, today was one of those days.

Sighing again, he looked up at the metal door that locked his study at the back of the forbidden shelves of the library. His reflection was as familiar to him as ever. Seven feet tall, he was an imposing sort of dragon, particularly with the black scales and the white, empty eyes that almost everyone stared at. If they weren't staring at his body, they were staring at those cloudy things. Almost always, someone ended up asking if he was blind, or if something had happened to his eyes. Nobody ever believed that they had just been that way for as long as he could remember, really. They always thought that there was some huge story behind it.

The rest of him reflected the sort of lifestyle he led. Once, perhaps, he had been some slender, svelte dragon with corded muscles beneath his hide, but these days, he'd started putting on a bit of weight. Not enough to be fat, not enough to need different clothes, but enough that he had a bit of a bounce when he pushed himself too hard. His belly was actually a bit visible, and he probably could stand to lose a bit of the pounds that sitting down all the time had given him.

He hadn't gained so much that he stopped being appealing, though. His robe slid open a bit, enough to show that thick, dark member that hung down between his legs. Eight inches long while soft and thick enough to be worthy of being a dragon cock, it had a golden ring rolled down to the base, and was supported by a sac that was more than large enough to satisfy his harem. Each ball was fist-sized, pulling down the sac itself to make it sag under its own weigh.

He ignored the greater roundness around his hips and the way that his ass lifted up the back of his robe for now. That wasn't something to be bothered by, or pay attention to. He wasn't in that mood today.

Looking at himself for a few more seconds, he sighed.

"It's going to be that kind of day, isn't it?"

The black dragon flicked his hand over his shoulder. Black flames leaped up around the spare bits of paper and the open books that he'd left on the desk, floating them back to the shelves. The papers were rolled up and hidden within the tomes, and he pulled his robe tight around his middle again.

He could have taken the long road out of the skyscraper, followed the paths of the library to the elevator or the monster-vator - whichever was more free - but he knew that it would only delay the inevitable. With how antsy he was, how annoyed he was, he needed to just go down and let loose. So, the black dragon snapped his fingers again, and the black fires consumed him, taking him from the library to the world below.

Draconicon reappeared on the city street just as four busses piled into the transit center at once. The station at the base of the skyscraper was one of the busiest in the city, if only for the fact that it was at the exact center of Maiyone, as well as the place where most people had to go at least a few times a month, either for various bits of paperwork, meeting with the authority that he had set up to run the city, or something else along those lines. It was the civil center of the city, essentially, and people had reason to be there.

He imagined that most of them recognized him, but the crowd of various anthros still jumped back from the barefoot black dragon that had suddenly materialized in their midst. He chuckled, shaking his head.

"About your business, folks."

The people that had lived in the city for more than a month did as they were told, but those that were new - or were victims to some of the magical mishaps that occasionally happened around the city - continued to stare at him. The black dragon rolled his eyes. He knew that it was different to the rest of the world to have someone just pop out of nowhere like that, but he was not in the headspace to indulge them.

Flicking his fingers into a 'V' shape, he forced the crowd sideways, making them step to the left or right with the sudden push of his magic. He stepped through them, toe claws clicking delicately on the pavement as he continued on his way through the city.

The transit center was more than bus stop, of course. One could catch a train that ran out to the city walls and then circled the various different districts, or find a gryphon that would carry you to any of the city districts, or check out the teleport booths operated by some of the Blink-gicians. They were random as all hell, but you were certain to go somewhere within the city if you used them.

Most of the time.

He ignored them all, getting on the bus instead. He joined the line of other anthros - two foxes and a raccoon ahead of him - and reached into his pocket for -

Shit...

He'd forgotten his wallet. He glanced over his shoulder at the tower, knowing he could just summon it down, but at this point, the dragon was fed up with the random shit that was getting in his way. One frustration after another, always building up, always making him go back and fix -

No. That wasn't fair. That wasn't how it always was. It just felt that way right then. However, it did mean that he wasn't going to bother with his wallet, his bus card, or anything else that was mundane.

He was a goddamn mage, and the one that built this city. He could do whatever the hell he wanted.

So, when the foxes and raccoons paid their dues, he didn't bother pulling out a card. He just looked the bus driver, an orca that had no business being in a uniform that was that tight, and fixed him with a solid, white-eyed stare. The orca looked back at him, mouth opening slightly, going dumb-faced, slack-jawed.

I don't have to pay, the dragon thought at him, and the orca slowly nodded, mouthing the same phrase back.

He walked around the corner, making his way along the bus seats. He'd just passed the first row and was climbing to the raised part of the bus when a rat looked at him and chuckled.

"What's the matter, forget your shoes?"

He slowly turned to fix the rat with a solid stare. The rodent leaned back after a moment, but it was too late. He had the same reaction as the bus driver as the dragon's eyes captured the rat's, and as they stared, he thought at him.

You like being barefoot. You will always be barefoot. You are a lowly rodent that knows where he belongs, and wishes nothing more than to worship at the feet of your betters.

"...feet of my betters..."

Draconicon snorted, walking past him and towards the back of the bus. Several other riders stared at him as he walked by, but they were quick to turn away when it seemed like he might stare at them, too. He regretted snapping the way that he did, but he was beyond irritated and he'd just have to fix it later.

As he sat down at the back of the bus, the rat got up. A pair of shoes were discarded on the floor, and the pink-soled rat started making his way back along the bus aisle. The rest of the riders looked up from their own distractions - books, phones, everything - and watched as the not-quite-himself rodent walked towards the rear of the vehicle. Draconicon watched, seeing the rat's eyes close to the halfway point, seeing him rapidly growing an erection that pointed straight ahead, seeing the way that he was all but drooling as he looked down at the dragon's own bare feet.

...Well, what the hell? I could use some attention.

Extending one leg, he caught the rat in mid-step, holding his toes against cock bulge that was slowly pushing forward through those pants. He curled his scaly digits around it, then lifted his foot further up, poking the rat's chin.

"Kneel," he muttered.

The rat did as he was told, tail gripping one of the nearby seat supports. He rested his toes against the rat's nose, felt the soft puff of air drifting across his toes again, and he wiggled them slowly.

"Alright. You want to stare at bare feet? Stare at mine, and make them feel good."

"Mmmph...yeah..."

The kneeling rodent obviously wasn't used to this, though the trance that the dragon had put him in meant that there was enough interest to give some pleasure. As the rat grabbed hold of his ankle, nosing into it, nuzzling the underside slowly, he was aware that the rest of the bus riders towards the back were watching him, staring at him. Some of them were the old hands of the city and knew that he had power, most weren't, but all of them were...well, surprised seemed to be a milder word than was needed, but it was close enough.

...Oh, what the hell?

The black dragon leaned back against the bus seat, lifting his arms to rest them against the back of it in a sprawling, careless way that claimed the whole back of the bus as his own. He looked around, and as he did, his magic crept into the minds of all the watchers. One by one, the different species - from elephant to mouse and everything in-between - started taking off their shoes. Most of them threw them out the windows, leaving their feet bare, soft soles exposed, their eyes blank with obedience.

Some of them struggled against it, of course. He could feel their minds pushing back against the tendrils of the magic that he had in the air, against the little feelers that were creeping into their ears and nostrils and flooding their heads with commands. Their willpower was not strong enough, however, and soon, even the stubborn raccoon at the middle of the bus had lost the fight.

Thump, thump, thump. The windows closed again, and the now-barefoot bus pointed their feet towards the aisle of the vehicle, displaying their soles to their lord and master.

Draconicon smiled to himself as he looked down the aisle, taking in the sight of their feet. There weren't many in his city that had paws rather than feet, and he was always happy to see that. There was something to the shape of a foot over that, something that always made him want to see them soaked in either cum, or sweat, or something that would mark them as his, something that would leave them squelching and slimy, wet and marked, impossible to ignore as the person attached went about their day.

Long, heavy, thick elephant soles, where the heel dug into the seat and sunk the cushion down under its own weight.

Slender raccoon feet, with long toes that curled and squeezed almost like fingers, looking for something to grab onto.

Gentle, soft vixen feet that were begging for attention, black soles and orange fur along the top.

Bald, soft, pink mouse feet that were both pushed forward for attention and curled softly to avoid punishment, and yet wanting it still.

All those and more were shown off for him, each and every one displayed as if they were goods in a shop window. He looked towards the front of the bus, saw the driver looking back him in the mirror, and gave a nod of permission. They were soon underway.

The rat leaned in still, dragging lips, nose, and whiskers across the dragon's feet, and Draconicon closed his eyes to enjoy the worship. His cock throbbed under his robe, but he ignored it for now. It was time to just enjoy the worship. The soft musk of all the bare feet in the bus helped, as well.

As the bus rumbled on, rattling slightly through the undercarriage and under his seat, the rat got more and more into the task. The black dragon was half-sure that it was down to the musk that clung to his scales, but he enjoyed it, regardless. The feeling of that tongue lapping from his heel across his arch, and then from his arch to the ball of his foot, was still a lovely, lewd massage. He grinned, sometimes curling his toes and trapping the rat's tongue against them, feeling the rat whimper, moan, shiver under him.

Mine...just like everyone in this city is. All...mine...

Sniff, lick, sniff, lick, sniff, lick.

"Good boy," he said, and let the trip continue.

He would occasionally open his eyes when the bus took a sharper turn, using one hand to grip all the people in the bus and keep them from sliding on their seats. Other times, he would look past the rat at all the other men and women that had been forced barefoot by his mere wish. There was something to the power of being able to overwhelm other people's minds, other people's realities, and it...well, he knew it was selfish, but it got him hard. Hard as hell.

He looked down at the rat, who was panting hard, his cock throbbing eagerly, his cheeks burning as some hint of self deep down realized what he was doing. There was shame, but arousal too, the sort that burned and begged for relief.

Draconicon smiled, pulling his foot down again, letting it rest on the rat's crotch. The bulge was throbbing alright, throbbing and begging to be let free.

Hmmm...I don't think you deserve to have it pulled out by my toes...

So, instead, he focused his magic on it. The black fire rushed down his leg, flickered along his toes, and then sunk through the fabric of the rat's pants. The rodent suddenly gasped, his eyes going wider, and suddenly -

POOMF.

What had already been bulging was suddenly sagging, pulled down by the weight of balls that had grown to double their size. Considering what rats already had dangling down there, that was saying something. Draconicon smiled, dragging his soles along the ball bulge, feeling the churning through the denim fabric.

POOMF!

Another growth, another surge, and the first rips started showing. The rat panted, groaning as he spread his legs wide, the rodent shivering as his toes curled and his eyes rolled back.

"You're going to be showing off a lot on your way home," Draconicon said. "I hope you don't mind."

POOMF-RIIIIIP!

And with that, the balls - and somewhat enlarged shaft - dropped out of the rat's pants. They ripped right out of the crotch, giving the rodent just a pair of denim leggings and something to cover his crotch.

"That's better, isn't it?" Draconicon asked.

"Mmmph...yes...yes, sir."

"I thought you'd like it."

He rested his feet on those heavy balls, feeling that shaft twitching, then dribbling as he rolled his feet back and forth, rubbing his scaled soles on the big, heavy sac. The way that it churned underfoot was almost like a massage, and the slow, dribbling flow that came from the cock tip was like a lotion dispenser.

He decided to treat it as such, and left his feet right there.

"You stay down there, and just enjoy that...And I'll enjoy the view..."

The black dragon smiled, looking up from the rat at all the lovely soles presented to him. Thick and thin, long and short, padded or smooth, they all had something about them to enjoy. He opened his robe, flagrantly fondling himself, and soon settled in to jerk himself off all the way to his destination.

#

He was on the verge of blowing his load over the rat's face when the bus came to a halt at the edge of the Port and Pier District. Draconicon looked out the window, saw where the district borders came up, and sighed to himself.

"Well, might as well let you guys get back to it."

He snapped his fingers, and everyone came out of their trance. All of them but the rat, that was. He allowed the rodent to keep his head in the clouds, mostly because he knew that it would be too humiliating for the rodent to wake up right then and there. Pulling his robe closed and ignoring his own bulge, he got to his feet and walked to the door off the bus, walking past a great deal of people that were very, very confused.

"What the - why were we sitting like that?"

"Why are you showing me your feet?"

"Me, what about you?"

"Hey, where's my shoes?!"

The dragon smiled to himself as he walked off the bus, leaving them to their confusion and everything else. They'd eventually realize what was going on, and some of them probably would even enjoy it. At least, if they meant to be coming here.

As his own bare feet touched sidewalk, squelching with rat spit against the ground, he looked at the district boundaries. Unlike most cities, he kept the different districts walled off from each other. Not necessarily by physical structures - though depending on the district, that did happen - but rather by a mix of magic and dimensional tearing. Easy enough to do and deal with as a mage, not so much when you're an average citizen.

Here, between the Central District and the Pier and Port, there was a low wall, but no more than ten feet tall and eminently climbable. Over that, however, was a blue bubble of magic, something that marked off the district from the rest of the city. Considering the cargo - both intelligent and not - that came through the port, it was better to mark off where it could make landfall and where it would be prevented. Also, well, there were those that would try and make off with the goods, and he preferred those that took advantage of Maiyone's special markets to be fully by the books.

The black dragon walked up to one of the checkpoints. The orcas and dolphins that worked as security looked up at his approach. They, at least, recognized the head of the city, and they bowed their heads at his approach. There was no salute, considering that he wasn't part of their organization, but the bow was good enough.

"Sir," one of the orcas said, standing up straight and trim in a tight blue uniform. Draconicon glanced down at the orca's bulge, chuckling to himself as he watched it starting to grow down the big guy's thigh. "Permission to pass through granted."

"Not that I need your permission, but thank you," he said with a small chuckle. "Any problems today?"

"Nothing so far. Least, nothing big."

"Good. Make sure that you keep filing reports."

"Yes, sir."

"And take off your shoes."

"Ah, sir, it's -"

"Shoes. Off." The dragon's voice didn't get stern, precisely, but it wasn't quite so warm.

The orca immediately got the drift, digging his toes into the back of one shoe and loosening it before doing the same with the other. They were kicked free, the black-topped feet soon completely on display.

Well, mostly.

"Stand, display."

The way that the orca immediately obeyed sent a pleasurable thrill down the dragon's back, and he smiled as he watched his officer lift his foot and point it at him. The dragon supported it by the heel, gently lifting it a bit further so that he could get a good look at the underside.

White-soled, black-topped. Beautiful, really, with five pudgy toes, the sole rather shiny from the sweat building up from the day. He leaned in, giving it a gentle smell, and his cock twitched at the bit of musk that came from it.

"Lovely," the dragon muttered.

"Thank you, sir."

"Make sure that I don't come back to find you wearing shoes again. In fact, keep it a barefoot day for you and the other officers."

"Mmmph..."

He knew that it would be an inconvenience and an embarrassment. Even though feet were far from a lewd part of the body - for most people, anyway - there was that inherent embarrassment for most when they were forced to keep to a barefoot state. For him, it was one more way to show that he was in charge, and to get some eye-candy, besides.

"Make sure you do it, officer. Otherwise, I'm going to have to come through here and keep you in the stocks."

"We don't have those."

"You will."

"...Yes, sir," the orca said, his black-toned cheeks burning red with embarrassment.

"Good man."

He smiled, patting that long, soft, wet sole before allowing it to be pulled back. He looked at the dolphins that had been watching them, seeing that they had been listening in. They were already pulling their shoes off, dragging them off their slippery, gray soles and throwing them away.

It seemed that some of them rather liked the forced-barefooting, too, as he saw more bulges growing and more pants darkening in the crotch. He chuckled, shaking his head as he walked towards the checkpoint proper.

The newly-barefoot dolphins waited for him there, standing beside the archway in the stone wall. The blue dome that surrounded the Port and Pier slid down into the archway, filling it with a soft blue light. He could have just passed through it, and he was tempted to do just that, were it not for the fact that the dolphins were both looking at him with a grin.

...Well, I could indulge them...and it'll be fun to be fondled a little.

"Sir, if you could step forward?" one of them - the slightly taller of the two - asked. "We need to read through the rules, and then make sure that you're not bringing anything excessively magical into the district."

"You mean besides myself?"

"Yes, besides yourself, sir," the other dolphin said with a chuckle.

"Well, I can spare a minute."

The dragon walked up to stand between the two dolphins, the field of blue between him and the Port and Pier glowing just bright enough to turn his scales slightly sapphire in that moment. He rested his hands in the pockets of his robe as the taller dolphin pulled out a scrap of paper and started reading from it.

"By entering the Port and Pier, you acknowledge that you are stepping into a Special Zone, otherwise defined as a legally and clearly marked part of the city where different laws apply. You acknowledge that you are entering a district where the common laws of the rest of the world may or may not apply. You acknowledge that you are now subject to the laws of this specific district, which override and replace international doctrine, save for in the case where it agrees with or extends international doctrine. You acknowledge that you have been educated on the laws specific to the district of the Port and Pier -"

"Or were part of writing those laws," the dragon interjected.

"Well, yes."

"Yes, I understand the laws," he said, chuckling as he stretched his arms out to the sides. "So, let's get on with the whole body-check."

"Heh...as you wish, sir."

The dolphins stepped forward together, reaching out and offering to part his robe. Instead, the dragon just shucked it off and put it down and off to the side. He didn't mind letting everyone see him. Slight gut or not, he was still fucking sexy.

He heard a gasp or two from behind, and he looked over his shoulders. A vixen, a turtle, a shark, a rat. There were dozens of people waiting to get into the Port and Pier district that might have made the sound as he stood bare-assed naked in front of them. Whoever it was, they were going to get more than just a little bit of an ass shot, though.

Shifting from foot to foot, he waved the dolphins forward, holding his arms out to the side.

"Go ahead. Frisk away."

"Mmmph...never thought we'd get to feel up the lord of the city," the shorter dolphin muttered as they came close.

Draconicon could see the bulges that they had when looking at him. They were flicking their eyes up and down his front, and he could see that the short one was fixated on his cock and balls, while the taller one kept glancing down at his feet. He was going to make sure that they both got the show that they wanted.

As the former started poking at his cock, lifting it up on the pretense of checking under it and behind his balls, the other dolphin knelt down at his feet and gently gripped him by the ankle.

"If you could lift, sir?"

"Checking to see if I have anything taped to my soles?"

"Uh...yes, sir," the security guard said with a small smile.

"Heh, sure."

He did as he was asked, even as he gripped the other dolphin and brought him down, muttering something about needing a closer look. As he did, he balanced on one foot, wiggling his toes, slowly rolling his foot at the ankle to show off the whole sole. Large, wide, shiny, it held the attention of the security guard with ease. Hell, he could feel the dolphin breathing against the bottom of his foot as he stared away.

"Anything?" he asked, bringing the dolphin back to the moment.

"Wha?"

"Any security risks?"

"Uh, no, sir."

"Heh, and you?" he asked the one staring at his dick.

"Mmmm..."

"Is that an answer?"

"Huh?"

"Is there a security risk with my dick?"

"Only for being too sexy, sir."

He smiled, turning in place. The two dolphins momentarily remembered their duties as he turned around, giving the rest of the crowd a little full-frontal. The majority of them gasped, but their eyes went down to his cock, and those that had the chance to get a good look went expectedly wide-eyed. No surprise, there. He had quite a bit to offer in the cock department.

Of course, now that the dolphins weren't as mesmerized, they got back to doing their job. They both knelt behind him, rubbing his ass cheeks before parting them. Some might have been a bit embarrassed by that, but he'd been on his knees enough times to not be bothered.

Lord of the city, still a switch, he thought, chuckling. I wonder how many people in the crowd would be disappointed to know that I'm not all-dom, all the time?

Not that they'd figure that out just yet. The dragon's cock didn't shift or rise or fall as his ass was groped and poked, nor did it start twitching as one of the security dolphins started to slide his finger inside of his hole. He just stood there, arms still outstretched, letting everyone get a good look. The shocked faces slowly shifted to something more akin to fascination, and he saw the familiar look of the musk-zonk that he sometimes inspired in the faces of those closest. The mouse man that was near to the front of the line was going positively red-faced, but his eyes had closed to slits and he was getting one hell of a boner.

"Nothing in there," the dolphin said as he pulled his finger back. "Looks like you're clear, sir."

"That was quick."

"Well, um, we have a long line to go through, sir, and you are distracting them."

"I am very distracting, heh," Draconicon admitted, gesturing for his robe and floating it back to him. "Thanks for your service, men. Maybe you'll be of service to me later. I've always loved the feel of a smooth dolphin up against me."

Both the guards blushed at that, but waved him through. The dragon reached out to the magic that sheathed the Port and Pier district, melding it with his own for a moment, and stepped through the archway.

As soon as he was on the other side, he was hit with a flare of heat, warmth and humidity alike slamming into him and setting his scales to sweating. He groaned, pulling his robe open and leaving it that way, despite the fact that it left his cock on display. Even if he wasn't the ruler of the city, that much was legal in this district.

Not so legal in the one that he left behind, admittedly, but again, ruler of the city. He could do what he wanted.

The humidity, of course, was there to help keep the aquatic species of the Port and Pier district from being completely overwhelmed by being on dry land. The orcas and dolphins were pretty good at tolerating the dry skin problem, but even they appreciated the extra moisture in the air. The octopi and other aquatic species that were less adapted to the world above couldn't even visit most of the other districts, but they could come up here.

And they were...quite good at their jobs.

Draconicon stretched his arms over his head as he got used to the heat, making his way down the street. Up ahead, the various warehouses of the port merchants loomed before the piers. Most days, he'd be going to one of them to pick up something that he didn't want to go through the trouble of teleporting off to get, but today, he thought he'd hit some of the amusement centers on the piers themselves.

At least there, there'd be an audience if he had fun, and with all the groping, fondling, and foreplay that he had already gone through, he wanted something a little more...fulfilling than just another bit of masturbatory fodder.

The piers of the Port and Pier district were quite long, reaching out for well past three hundred feet in the case of the biggest ones. They were supported by solid steel coated in copper running under the docks, and many of them had elevators up and down into the water for those that wanted to swim with the wild fish, or those that wanted to attend the below-pier observation bubbles. Most of them had shops, arcades, and more, and he meandered along the promenade between the different piers deciding which one he wanted to visit.

From here, he could just make out the island that was out past the bay, past the blue dome over the district. He glanced towards it for a while, only to see a large purple eye rise up from the island, staring at him.

"Hello to you too, sister."

He poked the air, and a large hand made of black flame appeared. It jabbed towards the floating eyeball, only for the eyeball to disappear at the last second. He chuckled, shaking his head as he continued on his way.

As he walked along, he occasionally glanced down at the beach just past the promenade walk. There were rocks right up against the stone wall, but that faded to sand heading down to the water. Some folks were spending time down there, and he watched the barefoot men and women running around, he couldn't help but smile. Free jerk-off material for later, he supposed.

Or for fun right then, but maybe not just yet.

He walked along, passing by food vendors here and there. They were still rather active in the summer that the Port and Pier was currently set to in defiance of the rest of the city. They sold ice cream, fried food on a stick, and more. One of them, another orca, leaned over his cart to offer a free sample to the black dragon, almost shouting in his face.

Drac left him with his feet in his own product, shivering as he cranked his cock for hot cream, instead.

He smiled as he watched the orca's soles slowly melting through the ice cream in his cart, his toes sinking into it, the white and black cookies and cream treat sliding up between them. The slight messy look was a good thing, and he licked his lips a bit as he watched the orca mindlessly stroke his cock. The food vendor didn't even seem to realize that he was doing something different to what he had been doing. He was too lost in the dragon's hypnosis.

With his own cock still throbbing, he left the orca behind. There were a few gasps of shock from some of the other people up and down the promenade when they reached the orca and saw what he was doing, but the black dragon didn't really care. He was in his element. He was enjoying himself for the first time in a while, and he planned to keep on doing it.

He reached one of the piers, a longer one that stretched out for some way. He smiled, letting his robe come open a bit, his cock in the open -

"Pardon me, but, uh, you're going to need to put that away."

Drac turned his head. A bigger than average otter - one of the fluffier, sea-bound ones - popped his head over the edge of the pier, dragging himself up. For a moment, the dragon thought that he was a lifeguard of some sort, but as he got closer, it was clear that he was that and more. While he carried a life vest and a board attached to his hip, he also had a couple of other little markers. A badge on his belt, a pair of rubber handcuffs, a few little deterrents in the form of stun guns: he was a security guard for the piers, probably trying to help keep order.

Gonna need to talk about giving them less gear, the dragon thought. That's kind of excessive.

"So, mind putting it away?" the otter asked.

"I do, actually."

"Well, can't let you through, then."

"...Heh, you're obviously new."

"Doesn't matter. Rules are rules."

"And I make the rules."

"Sir - ah...ah..."

The dragon fixed him with a stare, smiling as he walked over to the railing at the side of the pier. He groped the otter through his swimwear, giving it a good fondle, a good squeeze. There was a decent-sized bulge on the other side of that skintight cloth, and he kept rubbing to make it all the more visible.

The otter just stared at him, mouth slowly falling open, obviously not quite sure how to handle this. Draconicon pushed his will on the otter's mind, leaving him blank, open, empty...

Horny.

"From now on, this is a nude pier," he said.

"But...rules..."

"Nude pier, my friend. Nude pier."

"Yes...yes...nude...pier..."

"And you're a little overdressed, aren't you?"

"Overdressed? You mean -"

"Nude pier, remember?"

"Right...nude...pier..."

The otter was helpless as the dragon pulled his speedo down, unveiling a cock that wasn't particularly long, but was nicely rounded and shaped. He smiled as he gave the thick thing a few strokes as he shucked the suit off the otter's legs, shaking his head.

"That'll do for you. Now, make sure that you spread the word. Nude pier. Remember?"

"Yeah, I got it. I can do that."

"Good man."

As the otter lifeguard and security officer walked back to the promenade, spreading the word about the new, naughty area, the black dragon turned his attention back to the large arcade ahead. There would be plenty of vacationing young men and women that were enjoying both the old-style games and the new ones, and he was pretty sure that the ones that were enjoying the new ones were the people most open to what he wanted.

The thump, thump, thump of his bare feet slapping against the pier helped keep his cock up. Just the reminder that he was who he was, and that he could flout the rules as he chose, only served to keep him eager.

He walked up to the big wooden building that stood as the midpoint of this particular pier, and he stepped inside. As soon as he did, the seal woman that was standing behind the cashier counter turned and stared. Her eyes went wide, her soft, smooth, yet whiskered face turning up in a slack-jawed face of shock. Her eyes dropped to his cock, and then she gulped, a cartoonish jiggle running through her entire body.

"S-sir, you can't -"

"I can, dear. Don't worry about it. In fact."

Draconicon smiled, turning to look her in the eye properly. He leaned over the counter a bit, his cock flopping against the glass counter. The seal woman blushed, and he saw that she was in the middle of getting ready for winter, starting to put on the weight that she'd need to keep all the heat in at her normal winter weather. She was sweating, a bit overheated, and there were parts of her top and her tight shorts that were getting a bit wet from it.

She blushed as he looked her up and down, and he smiled at her. His eyes met hers, and she gasped, her mouth opening for a moment before going slack. She started to wobble, and he held out his hand.

"Forward, please."

The seal woman did as he asked, her breasts falling into his hands. He gave them a soft squeeze, smiling at the little squish that they made against his fingers, and then leaned in to steal a gentle kiss. He patted her breasts.

"You'll be more comfortable if you take that top off. Don't worry. It's a nude pier now."

"Mmmph...nude pier...yes, sir..."

"It's Draconicon, by the way. City ruler, all that. Just to make sure that you don't think that this is bad."

"Oh...thank you...sir..."

As the seal woman busied herself with getting out of her top, he walked further into the arcade. There were some of the old pinball machines and the sort of silly things that were from a further back era, but there were also the bigger machines further in, the big electronic cabinets that drew people in and dispensed an immense amount of tickets. He smiled as he walked towards one of the shooter cabinets, finally finding someone that looked like they'd be a fun person to vent his needs on.

The fortunate person was a fox, but not the average red fox or white arctic fox. No, this one was a bit more silvery, one that stood out with a silver coat and black 'socks' around his arms and legs. He wore a pair of tight shorts that were too short to be swim trunks and too long to be underwear, as well as a t-shirt and pair of sandals.

It was the sandals that decided it for him, really. They were just too lovely, and they meant that he'd have easy access to some of the other fine features of the vulpine playing the game. He smiled as he looked down at that tail flicking back and forth, seeing the lovely, curvy butt under that. Nice and large, it was, the sort of ass that was just begging to burst free of the pants that contained it.

He smiled as he approached the fox from behind, leaning against the game cabinet.

"So. Tell me, are you here with anyone?" the dragon asked.

"Not really," the fox said, staring down the sight of the electronic gun. "Why?"

"Oh, just seeing how hard it'd be to steal you away from your game for a bit of fun."

"Heh. Depending on what you had to offer, not that hard."

"Oh, really? Size queen?"

"What fox isn't?"

"Good question," the dragon muttered, looking around.

There weren't many others that were taking advantage of the games. Those that had come in after him were more interested in staring at the suddenly exhibitionistic seal woman, and those that were leaving were more interested in her, as well. There were a few security guards, but the naked otter that had stopped him at the beginning of the pier had started spreading the news, as well as a view of himself.

Yeah, nobody's going to be watching us too hard.

"Ever had a dragon?" he asked, gently groping the fox's ass.

The fox stiffened under his touch, finally looking away from the gun sight. His eyes went wide as soon as they made eye-contact, and not from hypnosis this time. The fox lost the game almost immediately after that, but he didn't seem to care. When he stopped staring, he shook his head in shock.

"Oh my god...you're Draconicon, aren't you?"

"Yep."

"Head of the city?"

"Yep."

"The...the pervert?"

"Well, mostly." He chuckled, gently rubbing the fox's ass still, giving it a good squeeze and pull. The vulpine shivered, looking down, and then staring again, his eyes fixed on the dragon's cock.

"Holy..."

"All real," he said, reaching down and flopping it to the side a bit. "You like?"

"Fuck yeah..."

"Then why don't you and I have some fun?"

"Bathroom, five minutes?"

"I was thinking...here." He gripped tighter, his claws about to rip through the tight material on the fox's ass. "And now."

The silver fox's eyes were as wide as they could go, but his tail was up high, and his cock was starting to bulge those tight little shorts. Just like the dragon had expected, once the offer was made, it was all but impossible to deny.

Before the stranger could offer another objection, Draconicon lifted him right off the ground and put him on a nearby pinball cabinet. He chuckled as he pulled the fox's sandals off, tossing them over his shoulders somewhere among the other games, and gently stroked his hands down along those taut, firm thighs.

"You're going to love this."

"God...I knew the dragon in charge was a pervert, but..."

"Heh, isn't it a good thing that I am?"

"I'm...um..."

"Heh, you're too horny to care, aren't you?"

"...Maybe..."

The fox blushed, but not much as the dragon gently pulled on his pants, dragging those shorts off and past the fox's ankles. He didn't wear boxers, or briefs, but rather a thong, and one that was bulging quite a bit by the time that it was exposed. Not that there was much under it; a shaft that was perhaps four inches long, no more, but firm and had against that silky thing.

It was a lovely look, and only established the fox as a bit of a slut that much more in the dragon's mind. He rubbed over the slight ball bulge that the vulpine had, chuckling to himself as he rolled them forward, back, forward, back, all while his own cock continued to throb all the harder. He pushed the fox's legs a bit further apart, resting the silver fox's heels against his shoulders, letting them get good and comfy as he inched a bit closer.

As his cock flopped against that pucker, the fox shivered, his hole squeezing down through the silk thong. Draconicon chuckled, pulling the thong to the side, letting his cock push against it properly. The naughty little 'kiss' that he got from that pucker was all the hotter as he ground forward, back, forward, back.

It took all of no time at all to get the fox good and hard. The nameless slut was eagerly spreading his legs, even going so far as to reach down and grab his ample ass cheeks, pulling them apart to really show off his pucker.

"Mmmph, how's it look?" he asked.

"Looks like you're ready to be fucked."

"Good. Then...can you?"

"Trust me. I've just been waiting to hear that."

And if he hadn't, he would have pushed the fox to say just that. Even without verbal consent, he could have told that there was obvious want, obvious need. It wasn't something that he would have needed to start the way that he had needed to do with some of the people that he had found on the way here. No, this was entirely down to just letting the fox reach his own conclusions.

He smiled, turning his head to the black-padded toes in his face, giving the ones on his right a little kiss. The fox gasped in surprise, his pucker pulling in -

Squelch.

And the dragon thrust forward, using that as his opening. It was practiced, but tight, squeezing down on him almost immediately. He smiled, rolling his hips forward, gently sinking the fist-thick tip of his cock past that hole. The fox's eyes almost bugged out of their sockets as he was suddenly filled to the brim, his mouth hanging open, his toes curling tight. His cock was all the harder, too, spitting pre-cum into that increasingly-damp thong.

"Oh, yeah, you're definitely a size queen."

"Ah...ah...ah..."

The fox wasn't quite able to get a word out, but that was fine. He was enjoying himself. Draconicon slowly worked forward again, grinding the head of his cock in deeper, feeling those inner walls squeezing tight. He was oozing enough pre-cum for lube, but it was still a tight squeeze, something that he hadn't entirely anticipated from the eager little fox. His hands ran down to the cheeks, spreading them further, digging his fingers into that plush rump. It gave beneath his fingers, good and soft and perfect for a good, hard fucking.

He could feel the eyes of others on them now, and he knew that the fascination with the seal - despite her bare breasts - was fading, and the idea of seeing two guys fucking in public was starting to be that much more interesting. The black dragon gripped the fox's ankles, pulling them off his shoulders and holding the stranger's legs apart, letting those that were coming over stare at his cock sliding in.

The gasps and the camera clicks were as loud as one could imagine, yet the silver fox didn't say a word. His eyes were still wide, his mouth still hung open, and he looked like he was focusing on his breathing more than anything else. His hole was spread as wide as it could go, probably, so no surprise there.

As Draconicon started pulling back, the six or seven people around him were gasping, staring, watching as that tight little pucker followed his cock backwards, clinging to his shaft. It was such a tight grip, such a hard clench, that he could feel it milking his pre-cum from the base of his cock all the way to the head. He pulled back to the tip of his cock, listening to the whispers from everyone around him.

"Holy shit. Is he breathing?"

"That thing's going to wreck him."

"What a fucking slut."

"How the hell does anyone have that much cock?"

"Not sure if I envy him or feel sorry for him."

"Probably both. Wow, that's a fucking monster cock..."

The black dragon always loved an audience, particularly one that seemed to love staring at his cock. The fact that he was so large always seemed to attract more attention, and today seemed to be no different. He pulled back just that little bit more, forcing the fox's cheeks apart enough to show that ring getting pulled along, that rim pulled so far back that it was almost popping outwards with his shaft.

He let his cock finally come loose, and it bobbed upwards, swinging up and slapping him in the belly from how hard he was. The crowd gasped, but his attention remained on the vulpine under him and the gaping hole that he'd made. He smiled, pushing down on the top of his cock, sliding the thick head against that opened, twitching, gaping entrance.

"Heh, how'd that feel, hmm?"

"Oh, fuck...oh...fuck..."

"Let's see if we can open that a bit more, hmm? Leave you marked by the dragon."

And with that, he slowly slid back in, his cock - almost fist-thick for the fox, he was sure - slowly forcing that stretched rim back in. It wasn't a prolapse, but more of a donut in the making, his cock gradually grinding against that hole and forcing it to stretch that little bit further with each thrust.

The silver fox was a sexy man, but he could be that little bit sexier. As he started to build up a rhythm, the black dragon allowed a little more of his magic to start sliding down through his cock, starting to add to the whole thing. A little bit of growth here, a little bit of extra jiggle there.

There it was. The next thrust, he felt that ass bounce, and he grinned as he watched the fox's fingers leave deeper dimples in his own ass cheeks. Each thrust made them jiggle, bounce, ripple from the impact, and he groaned as he felt the little vibrations against his cock.

That's it...that's it...nothing beats a big ass...

In, out, in, out, each thrust getting a little faster, and he could feel those cheeks pushing back against him, becoming pillowy and thick, heavy and full against his cock. He moaned under his breath, leaning his head back and savoring the feeling of that big, heavy ass every time he slammed into it. The pucker started to clench a bit, but not for long, his cock beating any and all resistance out of it, as well as most of the tightness.

The fox's toes were curling constantly, the little slut's eyes closed tight. His little cock throbbed, oozing pre-cum against his belly and against his thong, but it was the way that he was already starting to moan, to push his feet forward, that made the dragon aware of the fact that he was doing more than just pumping the fox full of cock and pre-cum. He was pumping his preferences into the fox, as well.

In, out, in, out, his spells making those black and silver ass cheeks swell and making the fox more and more his slut. Those toes started curling more, and when the dragon let go of the fox's ankles, he pushed them forward, showing off the black-padded soles with a whimper, a gasp, a moan.

"Please, please...master...play with my...my feet..."

The dragon grinned, leaning in, pressing those soft soles to his cheeks. His cock throbbed all the harder, and with the full audience watching, he laid into the fox. His hips slammed down, making the game cabinet jump, but he didn't care. He smelled the soft musk, the sweat that clung to the fox's soles after walking around in sandals all day, and he was hornier than he had been all afternoon.

He ground in, out, in, out, his balls churning and swelling as he slammed his hips into the fox's ass. He heard the soft click of pictures being taken on cell phones, and encouraged it, sweeping his wings back and exposing himself all the more. In, out, in, out, in, out, his fat cock spreading that hole further with each passing thrust, making it pull apart further and further until even he felt it was a little loose.

With the fox moaning under him, the smell of soft foot musk and hot fox juices, and the cameras going on at his side, the horny dragon couldn't last any longer. He picked up speed, his cock slamming into that pucker, feeling it give one last loosening grip before finally going almost slack around his cock. The fox moaned, arched his back, and came. The sight of the eager vulpine under him losing control pushed the dragon over the edge, and he moaned as he came, too.

"Nnnngh...nnnnngh!"

He slammed in up to the hilt, feeling his cock swell and throb, pulsing and shooting his load deep. Each successive blast only seemed to take it further, the fox's belly swelling from the cumshots. Soon, it was a bit of a chubby, curvy fox on the game cabinet, and he was dripping cum from his ass and his cock.

Draconicon chuckled, knowing that blissed-out face. The size queen was going to be out of it for a while. He waved his hand, slowly lifting the fox off his cock with a bit of magic and setting him down in a little cocoon on the floor. Nobody would molest him until he woke up, at least.

The black dragon turned to the rest of the crowd, his cock still mostly stiff, and him completely shameless. He gestured at it.

"Anyone else want a go?" he asked.

The End

Summary: Draconicon has had a series of stressful, boring days, and he feels the need to let off steam. Good thing that he rules his own city and can do what he wants, since he's the one that makes the laws and all.

Tags: M/M, M/solo, F/solo, rat, vixen, seal, otter, fox, dragon, Draconicon, various species, public, exhibitionism, mind control, anal, gaping, stretching, size difference, casual sex, body control, forced barefooting, foot fetish, magic, ass growth, ball growth, modern fantasy, musk, stripping, nudity, groping, beach, masturbation, security, authority, cum, creampie, orgasm,