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A New Field of Interest

Part 2

For Taiko

By Draconicon

Two days in Novus Ager was as good as two weeks anywhere else, and with magic, it was even more so. The apartment had shifted no less than three times before Draconicon found an arrangement that he liked with all his stuff fitting more or less where he needed it, and he made sure to lock it down with a couple different spells. The actual anchoring process didn't make the city very happy, nor the building, so he made a note to start work on something that would fit it together with less strain on the local area. For now, however, it would work.

The black dragon looked out from his balcony at the city. It had just changed, so his view was different now. He mostly looked out on a train track that dove beneath the canals - that seemed to be a feature for the moment - and then came up on the other side, circled all the way up an office building, and then stopped at the top before descending through the rest of the city.

All in all, it was at least interesting to watch, and it broke up the dull airspace when the heroes and villains weren't on-shift.

The black dragon tugged at the belt around the middle of his robe, cocking his head to the side as he watched the city. Much as Taiko wanted to help him - and the melon dragon had been very helpful, to be fair - one of his bigger reasons for coming to Novus Ager involved a rather specific super that called it home. He leaned against the railing of the balcony, shaking his head a few times.

Nor. Also known as Denith.

He'd heard of the mule from Salla, a pirate friend of his, and from what he heard, the mule was the person that could solve this particular problem. Unique as he was, it meant that he could...

Well, first he'd have to find him.

He sighed, turning around. He kept expecting to be interrupted by something that needed to be taken care of, or some fanboy that wanted to see what it was like to enjoy a dragon's dick, or someone that had heard of him and wanted to be put underfoot like all the other slaves that the stories said that the dragon had enjoyed over the years.

It was almost a disappointment when they weren't there, but not enough for him to actually feel bad. The relief that followed always was more uplifting than not.

Even so, he had to admit that there was another reason to look for Nor. A more...indulgent reason.

Draconicon groped himself through his robes, feeling for the rising shaft that was already starting to make itself known. He shook his head, giving it a squeeze, but then pushing it back down for the moment.

"Later," he told it. "Later."

There was a grumble from his body, not wanting to be denied, but he knew better than to start jerking off or having too much fun before work. It meant that it would always get pushed back, put off in favor of fun.

And he had too much that needed to be taken care of to indulge in that for now.

You're on vacation, but you have too much work? he thought to himself, chuckling. Workaholic.

Not untrue, either. He turned back to the city, watching as the sun started making its way towards the horizon. From everything that Salla had told him, the mule tended to keep a night shift for his vigilante super-activities, so there was no point in living the apartment before the sun was down. The dragon debated pulling out the books that he'd brought along, to start putting together his library, but the creaking-cracking sound around him told him that was a bad idea. The spell holding the apartment's shape together wasn't particularly holding well, and he didn't want to start something he'd just have to take down again.

Creeaaaaaaaak.

"Alright, alright. You've made your point. I'll take it down tomorrow," he muttered, just in case anything was listening.

The creaks stopped. The dragon blinked, slowly looking over the edge of the balcony, then leaning his head around the corner to see if there was anyone else around.

"...Huh. Either that was one hell of a coincidence, or there really is someone out there."

Draconicon arched an eyebrow, waiting for that someone to make a joke at his expense, but there was nothing. He shook his head, stepping back into the apartment. Just in case the creaking was randomly stopping, he decided to pull the spell back in before he went. He wouldn't keep the apartment space the same; instead, he'd just bind the boxes that had his stuff to the apartment, tracking it through the city. No need for his books and more to end up in someone else's space by accident.

It didn't take much. A few metaphysical cords that ran from the boxes to the furniture, a few little runes attached to the big things that had followed him around thus far, a little binder from possessions to room numbers: all those would work as back-ups on back-ups.

"That better?"

There was no rumble of satisfaction from the city, but nor was there any angry crashing or smashing sounds. Draconicon took that as a yes.

"Good."

That done, he made his way to the door. While the sun was still up, he could at least find something to do. He imagined that Lloyd would have a recommendation. From everything that he had heard from the pangolin landlord for the last few days, that man seemed to know where you could go to find just about anything. He rambled too much to be a proper tour guide, but he seemed to know where anything you might want would be.

Let's see if he knows where a good bookstore is...

Draconicon left the second-hand bookstore with two bags in hand and a third one dangling from his tail. He waved over his shoulder.

"Thanks," he called. "I might be back tomorrow for more."

"More? Sir, that's more than you could get through in two months."

"You underestimate me." He chuckled. "See you."

He waved at the very confused mole, shaking his head. The bookstore had been a real find, and he'd have to find some way of thanking Lloyd for pointing it out. Not just for the surprising number of occult and arcane books that had been disguised as older, not so profitable books, but also just for the good attitude in there. He had seen a number of different employees that were semi-magical beings in disguise. He swore that he'd seen a crocodile hovering around somebody that was looking up how to repair laundry machines, and he'd definitely seen a couple of kitsunes that were hanging out around the back part of the building.

Used bookstore, mystical being hang-out, and a place to get your dick sucked. Truly, a trifecta.

Not that most of the people going in would have noticed the backrooms for adult stuff, he supposed. That was something that was half-hidden behind a lot of adult materials, and you had to be going through the bookstore looking for it to find it. He wondered if the kitsunes in the back were keeping an eye out for it, too.

Ah, well. It was something to look into later, if he got a little desperate for attention.

The dragon used his free hand to tighten up his belt and his robe, and was just about to cross the street when there was a loud THUMP overhead. Draconicon blinked, tilting his head back to see someone running across the neighboring rooftop, shouting after some black ooze that was flying across the gap from one building to another.

"Get back here! Stop in the name of - oh, just stop!"

The silhouette on the rooftop jumped after the goo, and the dragon cocked his head to the side at the view of the blue and red mule that was flying through the air. He chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

"Well, there he is..."

The dragon looked at the bags of books, then at the few people on the sidewalks. They were all rather blasé towards the mule that was flying through the air, and he imagined that they were rather inured to the presence of supers these days.

Probably not to magic, though...

He looked around the group that had gathered at the crosswalk, then took a step or two backwards. When he was at the very back of the group, he snapped his fingers, black fires consuming the bags on his hand and tail and sending them back to the apartment. By the time that anybody blinked or looked back, the deed was done.

Now, time to see if he's in a mood to talk tonight...

Draconicon unfurled his wings and flapped. Several people stumbled, collapsing to their knees from the forceful blast of air, but the dragon was airborne, and soon, he was off after the mule hero.

Nor gritted his teeth as he hit the next rooftop, feeling the wind blowing between his ears and along the back of his head. This was not the most comfortable chase that he'd been on, and the fact that he kept slipping and sliding as he ran across the rooftops wasn't improving his mood in the slightest.

"Will you...just stop...running?!"

The gooey villain that he was chasing only laughed at him, and the mule shook his head, trying to put on a little more speed. It wasn't exactly easy, considering that the goo that the stupid inkblot was leaving behind was just slippery enough to send him sliding around anytime that he took a step.

Every time that he managed to find his rhythm, it was time to jump again, and he kept almost missing it. It was like being on a slip and slide at a carnival, and it was impossible for him to gain any ground. The only thing that he could do was keep from losing any more than he already had.

Another jump, another thud as he followed behind the blot. It surged over a set of air vents, and Nor jumped to grab a flagpole nearby. He spun around it once, then threw himself at the villain.

He hit, hooves first. The problem was, the villain exploded around him, surging around his legs and forming a cocoon of dark goo around his lower half.

"...Great."

The mule tapped the goo ball that reached from his hooves to his thighs, grumbling under his breath.

"Look. Can you even stretch any further?"

The villainous blot did, pushing up to his thighs, and then almost up to his groin. The underthings that the mule wore kept him from making direct contact with his junk, but that was a bit of a narrow thing.

"Alright, so you can stretch a bit further. Let me guess. Can't cover all of me with all the stuff you've been coating the buildings?"

"..."

"Then you can't really stop me from arresting you, can you?"

"..."

The cocoon suddenly sealed tight around his legs, locking him down against the rooftop. Nor yelped as he was pushed over, knocked to the ground, only for his legs to start kicking on their own. One swung out to the side hard enough to dent the air vents, and he groaned. Somehow, he just knew that he was going to end up paying for that.

But the fact that his lower body had suddenly fallen under someone else's control was the real problem. He wasn't as super-strong as many heroes, but he was strong enough to cause some serious damage if someone else was calling the shots. He grabbed for the rooftop, swinging himself upwards, throwing his legs in the air in an improvised hand-stand.

His legs kept kicking, almost throwing him off-balance more than once, but the exasperated mule continued to hold the position. He leaned his head back, taking a few deep breaths as he tried to think of some way to deal with this.

The goo guy was obviously new to the game, not knowing how to actually be a good villain, nor how to deal with a hero. He didn't know when the jig was up, didn't know how to stop when he had been beaten. They might not be official rules, but most of the experienced villains - well, except for some of his, he supposed - knew that once things hit a certain point, you stopped. There was no point in fighting further when you'd only lose.

Of course, this was a different sort of situation. Half of his body wasn't doing what he told it to, and the goo was trying to slide its way into his crotch, trying to find a way to distract him. Nor grumbled, shifting this way and that, but the goo just didn't want to let him go.

"Will you just -"

"I have to admit, I didn't expect to meet you like this."

Nor grumbled as he looked at the source of the voice. There was a dragon sitting on the edge of the rooftop, legs crossed and arms folded at his chest. Black robes made him look more like a shadow than anything else, and his eyes, white as puffy clouds and twice as foggy, were like little lights in the dark. Nor shook his head.

"Kinda busy at the moment. What do you want?"

"Well, first, let's make you un-busy."

The dragon snapped his fingers, and suddenly, the black ooze on the mule's legs stopped pulling. Four ghostly hands stroked down Nor's legs, collecting the goo as they went, and by the time they reached his hooves, they'd collected the villain in his entirety. The black hands - almost like fire, he realized - pushed together, and after a few seconds, disappeared, leaving behind a black ball the size of his head. The mule groaned as he fell over, grabbing it and picking it up. He shook it and felt vibrations through it, almost as if it was more of a semi-solid than a proper solid.

"What's this? What did you do?"

"Just made sure that he wasn't going to interrupt us."

"How the - wait. That wasn't a super power, was it?"

"Quite correct."

Nor groaned under his breath, slowly putting the ball back down on the rooftop. He got to his feet, making sure that he was facing the dragon properly. With everything else that had gone completely ridiculous with his life lately, he wasn't about to let this new one get a free shot in.

"Alright. One. Are you part of that mouse's crew?"

"Heh, no, but the mouse is a friend of mine."

"...You're not one of those..."

"Councilors? No. Not really fond of them, to be honest."

That was a small relief, though not as much of one as he'd like. At least it meant that he wasn't dealing with another of those ultra-criminals.

He looked down at the ball again, then back at the dragon.

"Not that I really needed it, but you helped me. Why?"

"Well, for one, it was a good way to get your attention," the dragon said, stretching one leg out and popping his knee before pulling it back. "And as for another, it never hurts to get someone's gratitude."

"I told you, I didn't need the help."

"No, but it did hurry things up."

"It did...but not with anything I usually see."

"That's because you're not so familiar with magic. And I'm very, very good at magic."

"...Magic."

The dragon nodded.

"You're a magician? Wizard?"

"Just call me a mage. It's more appropriately generic."

"...And what's a mage want with me?"

"Well, that's where things get a little bit weird."

"Yeah, like folding a goo-man into a ball isn't weird already."

"Think about what you just said and ask if a goo-man is weirder than someone asking you for a couple favors."

Nor gritted his teeth slightly, but slowly nodded. It was a bit of a fair point. The mule leaned back against the air ventilation stuff behind him, resting his hips against them.

"So...what do you want?"

"Two things. One, some fun."

"I'm not a prostitute, even if I keep getting fucked over. Life never pays."

"So, slut then?"

"..." Nor groaned, rubbing his forehead. "I need a better analogy."

"Yeah, I can help with that, if you need. But seriously. I'm willing to make things easier for you if you're willing to spend a couple nights with me. Non-consecutive, of course; I know that you aren't really a whore."

The idea of doing anything like that for any price felt wrong to the mule, but he had to admit, if the dragon was offering to make his life easier, he was probably telling the truth. Nor didn't know much about magic, but he knew about those goo-powered supers, and he knew that they were almost impossible to properly pin down with anything short of high-tech restraints. The fact that this guy managed to completely restrain one, even a new one, gave Nor some serious respect for his powers.

And he had to admit, the dragon wasn't exactly hard on the eyes. He had a nice set of shoulders, and those wings looked like they could be good for blankets. That tail was thick at the base, ending at a nice enough point, and he was neither the overly lean or way overweight sort that mages often ended up defaulting to.

Couldn't tell if he had a good cock, but he was a dragon, so that was probably expected.

"...And the second thing?" Nor asked after a moment's hesitation.

"I want you to let me talk."

"...Just talk?"

"...Mostly talk," the dragon said, sighing. "Full disclosure. I know you are part android, or at least, something similar. I'm not going to blackmail you with that," the dragon added as Nor tensed up. "I just...want to make use of it. Password protect what I say, so that not even you can remember me saying it. There are things...things I'd like to say out loud to someone else, but they will get people in trouble, make them feel like they have to do something to help me, and I don't want them to feel that. I don't want them to start trying. But I do need to say them to someone, and...you're the only one I've heard of with that unique capability, and the integrity to leave it alone once it's locked down."

Of all the things that Nor expected to hear, he had to admit that was not one of them. Fun, yes, that was something that all his villains went for at least once, and he had a number of different 'friends' that were more than willing to try and bang his ass. Having a confidante, though, that was...

Well, he was kind of flattered, in a way. It was different to be wanted for something that wasn't just his body.

"I don't know if I can help you, you know."

"That's the point. I don't want help," the dragon said. "I just need to get it out of my head. Out of my heart."

The mule wasn't quite sure what to say. He didn't know how to help people with those sorts of issues, nor did he know if he was really the best choice for someone to open up to like that. It was...weird, flattering, but...

The dragon shook his head.

"I know it's not what you're used to. That's why I'm offering to make things easier, in exchange."

"You said that, but you didn't say what you mean."

"Do you want the details, or just the results?"

"...Results first."

"You won't have to work for a week."

"...And why?"

"Because I am an archmage, and I will ensure that all of your villains, all the baddies that you're responsible for, are distracted by something else for that period of time, and if they show their face, they will be dealt with by something else."

A week off. Nor hadn't had that for nearly a year, now, what with everything else that kept popping up. This complication and that always seemed to interrupt even an evening off, and he had been riding the edge of burn-out for longer than he wanted to admit.

But to do it for this...

He looked at the dragon again, trying to be fair. The big guy had come up here and helped him out without even asking for anything. Now, he was being completely up-front about what he wanted, and what he would be asking for. The only thing he was vague on were his methods for delivering his side of the deal.

"Nobody's going to be hurt or worse, right?" Nor asked.

"Nobody will be hurt. That much I can promise you."

"..."

"Do we have a deal?"

"...Yeah. We have a deal."

The dragon held out his hand, and Nor took it -

They appeared in the dragon's bedroom, and Draconicon wasn't too surprised to see Nor teeter backwards after the sudden teleportation. He caught the mule by the arm, helping him find his footing.

"You okay?"

"What the hell was that?"

"Teleportation."

"I've done teleportation. That wasn't teleportation."

"Well, not scientific teleportation, no. This was more of a...you know what, no. You and I...we're going to have fun, and I'm not going to talk magical theory."

"Yeah...yeah, fair enough."

He could tell that Nor was still a bit ill at ease about the whole thing. Shaking his head, he gently guided the mule to his bed, running his hand along the big guy's back. Blue and red, stripes and patterns. But beneath that, something else.

Draconicon half-closed his eyes, taking in the view of something beyond just the physical. He let himself slip into his magic, feeling for the energy in the world around him. Not just the strings of magic, not just the energy fields that came from the mystic and the arcane, but the energy fields of the world in general, both those that were on the macro scale, and those that were on the individual scale.

Nor put off such a field, and while it wasn't the sort that machines would generally pick up on, he could see how it warped and changed beneath his skin. Little flickering commands from an unknown, moving, shifting processor core, one that was never entirely physical, never in the same place, so that it couldn't be pinned down and removed that way. He ran his finger along Nor's back until -

There.

He gently pushed down, and Nor stiffened. The stripes faded as the dragon 'talked' to the processor, almost like making a request to a customer service center, in a way. It was faster than a conversation, but it made Nor's patterns change, first back to a mule, and then to something more striped, more zebra-like, with black and white spreading across him.

"What...how are you..."

"Just asking politely," he said, smiling as he knelt down behind the former mule, now a zebra. "Now, do you have any objections to me playing with your rump for now?"

"Long as you don't have anything too hyper between your legs, no."

"Don't worry. I'm, hmm...I'm bigger than you, but not by much."

"Alright. Alright."

"You sure that you're okay with this deal?"

"Yeah, yeah, just...never had someone do that to me without hacking in first..."

Nodding, the dragon gently pushed the mule a bit further up the bed, taking his time to rub those ass cheeks and spread them a bit. A little bit of nudging that processor, that bit of the android thing, made the clothes Nor was wearing disappear, revealing a nice, hefty pair of ass cheeks. He smiled, rubbing them slowly, pulling them apart slowly before pushing them back together.

"I love equines...I really do..."

"Mmmph...why's that?"

"Heh, the asses are a good start."

"Yeah, you like them that - ah...ah..."

Another little 'request' to the core, and Nor's rump started to swell. Not to massive, excessive sides, of course, but enough for the dragon to feel the roundness beneath his fingers, to feel the black and white stripes on that rump getting a bit further apart, a bit bigger. And most importantly, enough for him to feel a jiggle when he gave that ass a good shake.

Smiling to himself, he spread them, watching as that tight little pink pucker pushed out just a bit. Not a lot, but enough to start taking on that preferred donut shape. It was one of his favorite things about equines, really.

As he leaned in, he kissed around that pucker, giving it a few gentle pecks followed by a long lick. Nor didn't quite collapse, but he could feel the big stallion's thighs and legs shaking. He was definitely getting into it, definitely enjoying himself.

He wanted to talk, tease, but he knew better. He said he'd leave it be for now, and he just wanted to enjoy this. A soft musk floated up from those heavy balls, and he dragged his tongue up from them this time, giving those lovely horse parts a good tongue-bath, teasing them, nosing at them, making them feel good.

It didn't take long for Nor's cock to start throbbing up beneath him, and Draconicon smiled to himself. He gently stroked along those lovely rump cheeks, feeling how big they were, how rounded, how deliciously suited for cushioning a top's hard thrusts they were. He spread them again, dragging his tongue from low-hanging orbs to that lovely, parted pucker, gently slithering his forked tongue past that raised donut of a hole.

Nor groaned, huffing, moaning even, and Draconicon smiled.

"Are you ready for me to take it a bit further, or shall I keep using my tongue for a while?"

"Mmmph...tongue..."

"No problem."

After all, this might be for him, but he always wanted the other person to enjoy it, too. Knowing that he made the other person happy in bed was at least half the satisfaction for him.

They had quite a bit of fun together, and even Nor would admit that it wasn't exactly a bad deal for him. His ass was a bit stretched from the size, but it wasn't the worst that he had taken.

Afterward, he expected to just listen, but instead, the dragon did something that made him go into a different sort of mode. If he had been a full computer, it might have been 'safe mode', or a 'read-only mode', or something like that. No matter what he heard, he couldn't really reply. He could only listen. And there were times that he almost wished he could say something as the dragon sat at the edge of the bed, looking down at him.

"I told people that I came out here because I need a vacation. That's true. That's...mostly true. But it's not the only reason. I told Taiko it was because of a lot of fan boys and stuff at home, and that's true too, but...yeah, still not the only reason."

The dragon shook his head.

"I needed to stop," he said, looking at the wall. "I needed to stop. To stop helping, to stop being there, to stop looking for problems and other things to fix. I needed...How do you even put that into words?

"You probably know a bit of it. Being a hero, being good at what you do. You see things different. You look for things that can go wrong before they can. You try and fix things, and then...then it becomes like...like a compulsion. You think something's going to go wrong, and you jump in, trying to fix it.

"People like it. They like you. They...make you feel like you matter, because you've fixed things. Because you did something. Because you made their lives better. And it's...God, it's addictive..."

The mule hadn't gone through that in the same way, but he did know what the dragon meant. There was something about being out there, trying to fix things, that made you...paranoid, at the very least. Nor had a good handle on it, but there was still that part of him that worried a lot.

He's got it worse, though.

"And the thing is, I know good people. But...they were hurt in the past. I met them...I met them when they needed me. When I was there for them. And sometimes, yeah, they still need me. But...when things change..." Draconicon sighed. "I came here because I need to figure out how to be something besides the person that fixes things. Besides the person that makes it better. How do I do that?

"And I can't tell them that. I can't tell anyone that. I think all of us friends, but the minute I say this, it splits things apart. It puts me above them, the place that I don't want to be," the black dragon muttered, rubbing his head as he leaned down. "I'm here to remind myself what I am when I'm not helping someone. When I am me, when I'm alone...what am I? What kind of person am I when I'm not doing favors, doing things, being useful? What kind of person am I, really?"

The black dragon sighed, getting up from the bed. Nor had long since turned back to his mule form, though not quite to his civilian form, and he almost wished that he could get up and follow the dragon around a bit. The big guy walked back and forth across the far side of the bedroom, pacing in the nude.

"I'm telling you this because it had to be said out loud. It had to be. I had to hear myself say it, and someone else had to be there to listen. Otherwise, it's just echoes in my head, thoughts of nothing that never get done. And..." He sighed. "Tonight, that's all that I need to say. Next time, I might have more, but for now...for now, password lock that, and forget it."

Nor wasn't sure that was the best idea, but he had promised, and he would go along with it. For now.

The next morning, Nor woke up in bed with a groan and a grumble. He could still feel the slight pleasure that was left behind from the one-night-stand with the black dragon, and he could still feel just a hint of cum in his ass. He grumbled as he rolled over, staring at his closet as the doors rustled and rattled.

"Well, at least you're still where I put you."

"Gonna get out eventually, little hoss, and when I do..."

The drawling voice trailed off, and the mule sighed. That thing was going to be a problem...unless...

...Hell, he owes me a bit, he thought, pulling out his phone. Let's have him deal with that.

The End

Summary: Draconicon and Nor make a deal, with a bit of pleasure, a bit of fun, and a bit of chatting about stuff.

Tags: M/M, mule, zebra, dragon, transformation, big ass, horse butt, rimming, therapy, chat, serious, Draconicon, series, creampie, supers, Novus Ager,