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[b][u][center]Trampling the Scenery

For A-lycotonum

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

Of course, the sudden appearance of a dragoness did not go unremarked on the stage. While her confidence had been lifted by the sudden change - and perhaps a little more - the audience was starting to shuffle. Those past the front row were starting to stare at her, some of them mutter, some looking downright embarrassed or offended at the naked, well, not even human anymore. Caelia Leontina had taken the ultimate step in becoming her role, and had no shame to stand before humans, orcs, gnomes, and elves as a dragoness.

The faked fight continued, and the bard that had been stabbing at her with his rapier was flipped back, her strength all too real on the stage as she took on her role. She laughed, spreading her legs wide with her next step, blue-scaled sex spreading to show the pink within.

“You should surrender,” she repeated. “A dragoness is not some tame pet for a kingdom; she is your new ruler.”

Yet, on some level, the human Caelia was still there. She could feel the discontent in the audience, and she could feel that there was something off. Something that wasn’t clicking with this performance. Something that threatened to take her off the stage. And that...that last part was something that she could not allow. Not when she felt powerful, strong, herself for once.

In the back rows, she saw someone get to their feet. An elf? A human? She didn’t know, nor did she care. She was [i]not[/i] losing an audience to her conquest.

Without even thinking, she reached out. The audience was part of her story; did they think that they could just get up and go? Did they think that this dream, this tale, this legend did not [i]require[/i] their participation?

As she stretched out a scaly, clawed hand, she felt the pressure of the Muse upon her. The magic of the strange woman, the power of dreams and stories and inspiration, poured through her. The wings upon her back glowed with the light of sea spirits, of nymphs and dryads, of sirens and monsters. And in that light, the audience paused, staring at her, their eyes going wider. Man and woman alike stared at her chest, her crotch, her legs, everything that she had to offer.

And Caelia smiled, completely overtaken with her own power.

“Now that I have your attention...will you conquer me, or be conquered in turn?”

Even her speech had become more formal, demanding the attention of others and refusing to let go. The bards that had taken the roles of her attackers, the knights, stepped away. They held up a finger, begging a moment to speak to each other, and she nodded, allowing them that time as befitted a gracious dragoness.

[i]As if it would be enough against my glory…[/i]

Even the barely-there human part of her was feeling the confidence that came with being a dragoness. The sheer power of this role, this form, this mindset was enough to kill her shame of standing on stage with nothing but her scales to cover her. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t even had those scales two minutes ago. All that mattered was the fact that she [i]owned[/i] this stage, and everyone that stared at it.

They were her hoard, and now, she would stake her -

The bards suddenly split again, and of the five of them, the tallest, most muscular of them stepped forward. His hands gripped at the fake metal that he wore over his chest and shoulders, armor that was coming off of his olive-green skin. He smiled a tusky smile, and he slowly strutted forward.

“I will challenge the dragoness,” the half-orc said, stripping down to the waist. “And I will conquer her, so that she will know the might of the kingdom, and her place within it. On. Her. Knees.”

It was a shift from the script...and yet, it wasn’t. Caelia knew that there was supposed to be something that happened that allowed the men of the kingdom to conquer the dragon in the original script, but were they good enough for her?

...Perhaps the half-orc was, if what he was sporting in his pants was anything to go by, but the others were little more than meat. She chuckled, fanning her wings out, crossing her arms under her breasts in a display as vain as a peacock’s prance.

“Try, then. Come for me.”

The half-naked knight did just that. He rushed forward, his ‘lance’ rising in his pants. Caelia waited, waited, waited until he was right in front of her, and then the sapphire dragon spun on her toes. She rotated on one leg, spinning around him as he tried to tackle her, and kicked him right in the seat of the pants. He went flying through the scenery, landing halfway through the curtains at the back of the stage.

“Is that all? I expected more from a dragon-slayer. Or perhaps, a dragon-layer.”

She laughed at her own joke, but her pussy was already starting to drip. She had seen more of his size in that charge, and a part of her eagerly anticipated the feeling of having him between her legs. So much so that she didn’t notice the elf behind her until -

“Ha!”

A rope wrapped about her ankle, and she yelped as she was carried off her feet. One hit the ground, the other was lifted in the air, her toes curling and her beautiful, scaled sole flexing in mid-air. The elf dodged out of reach of her tail, holding his rope-stick with one hand and his cock in the other.

[i]A puny weapon,[/i] she thought, even as he stroked it hard. [i]As if I could be taken by such a meager offering.[/i]

He tried to rush her, but as soon as he stepped closer, his grip on her ankle loosened. Caelia swung her other leg up, gripping him by the crotch between her toes. His member twitched, drooling precious precum polish over her legs, but that was nothing to her. He yelped as she spun, throwing him by his dick towards the curtains, as well.

By the time the other knights were able to pull themselves together, she was back on her feet, one leg roped, yes, but no longer pinned on her back. She flexed her toes, the claws puncturing the stage to show their sheer, deadly power, and as she did, she felt the gasp that came up from the crowd. A gasp that, yes, was as lustful as it was surprised.

They wanted her, and she loved to be wanted.

Caelia smiled, cracking her knuckles one by one as the other knights looked at one another. They were stunned, and they were aroused. Very aroused, judging by those throbbing poles in their pants. They wanted to have her submit, but at the same time, they knew what their chances were. Slim, slim as the elf’s cock had been.

“Is that all the challenge your pathetic kingdom can muster?”

“I...we…”

The bard-knights were losing confidence, and she was gaining it. Caelia smirked, taking a step forward. Two knights stepped back, and one - a human - stepped forward. Immediately, he was made to understand the ramifications of his mistake, as she swept her tail against his legs and knocked him off his feet. As soon as he hit the stage, her foot came down, her scaly toes pressing against his cheek, pinning his face to the wooden floor.

She watched his cock throb all the harder, and smirked, her scaly face turning positively domineering.

“Look at him. He already knows where he belongs. Under my heel. Look at him, throbbing, twitching, putting on a show.” She smiled. “It seems at least one of you knows where a knight belongs once a dragoness shows her face. Under...my...heel.”

Giving him a firm press to the cheek, she could almost feel something else happening. More magic, more pressure to shift, to change his role. The knight stared at her toes, at the underside of her foot, and she saw...something. A change in his eyes, a change of heart, something that was pulling him into a different stage of mind. It was almost disturbing, in a way, except for the fact that it turned her on all the more. She smiled, seeing him go from staring at her foot in a frightened way to being almost aroused at the view.

Wiggling her toes made his cock jump as if it was on a puppet thread, and she laughed to herself.

“Yes, he knows his place. Now…”

She lifted her foot from his face, and the knight immediately got to his knees, bowing before her. She leaned forward, using him as a way to rest herself, and she extended her long, limber leg towards the other knights. Wiggling her toes, she saw their eyes flare, some magic filling them, the script changing, their desires shifting.

“Wouldn’t you like to know the comforts of being under a dragoness? It would be so much easier for you to give in, to allow yourselves to fall...just watch my dancing toes, and then come forth and worship…”

Flick, curl, flick, curl. Each time she moved her toes, their cocks danced. Not a one was worth fucking, not a one worth taking as a mate, but they were acceptable as eye-candy. She curled her toes, and they took a step forward, almost as if driven to by the pulling motion from her foot to their groins. Again, and again, until their steps were more like hip thrusts, dragging them across the stage towards her.

Soon, they stood before her like fearful minions, falling to their knees. Their eyes locked with her sole, and she could see the hunger in their gaze, the need to be under her. Their roles as defenders had been stripped from them, leaving nothing to their identity but the urge to worship, to be supplicants before the dragoness and her beautiful sole.

“Now…”

She looked between one knight and the other. Human and gnome, bard and bard, knight and knight. Neither looked away from her sole. Neither could. They had come to hunger for it in a way that was most unnatural, and yet, all too natural at the same time.

“Which of you gets the right to service me first? Before the audience of the entire kingdom, who will submit their soul to my sole first? Will it be you? Or you? Or will you both work to -”

“You will fall, dragoness!”

Caelia gasped as great green hands grabbed her from behind, yanking her away from her conquests. Spun through the air and thrown to the ground, the dragoness barely had the chance to get her head together before those same strong hands grabbed her around her waist, pulling her back and -

“AH!”

She was right. There had been one of them worth their salt, and now, the half-orc was using his ‘lance’ to slay the dragon…

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The play ended with a wet climax for all involved, and the crowd slowly disappeared. Caelia was all that was left on stage, her scales slowly fading away, her snout, wings, and tail slowly sinking back into her face. She stared up at the ceiling as the chubby, pale human slowly returned to the world, replacing the confident sapphire dragoness. Shame didn’t follow, considering that the same spell that bound her to the Muse forced her to feel none for what she did, but logic? That returned in spades.

[i]Well, everyone is going to remember THAT.[/i] She sighed, closing her eyes. [i]Yes, Caelia, that was a brilliant idea to go along with. Dress up in sapphires, become a dragon, and get fucked by a big-dicked half-orc on stage in front of dozens of people. Oh, sure, nobody is going to remember something like that.[/i]

And yet, for all that she was criticizing herself, there was a part of her that almost wished that the role hadn’t ended. She had felt...strong. Powerful. Confident and endowed with everything she needed to handle a situation. Even now, when she should have been sore as could be, her pussy was still pleasantly tingling rather than feeling roughly stretched. Even the feeling of orc seed rushing out of her, squirting and then dribbling, squirting and dribbling, was arousing rather than humiliating.

[i]Well, done is done. Can’t do anything about it now.[/i]

She opened her eyes as she heard the jingle-jangle of the Muse’s anklets. A few moments later, the dark woman leaned over her, smiling.

“Did you have fun, my Caelia?”

“Physically? Yes.”

“Oh, you discount the bliss of the mind in such a moment of triumph?”

“I got my ass kicked by a half-orc with a big dick. I don’t think that’s triumphant, particularly.”

“Ah, but look at what you accomplished. To come to the stage with such charisma and passion that you change an entire story from a cliche to a dream of passion and pleasure. You, and you alone, took control and dragged the story along with you. In this role, you exceeded [i]everything[/i] that could be expected of you.”

“...Maybe,” she said, blushing. “Help me up?”

The Muse gripped her arm, and Caelia groaned as she sat up. She was just about to get to her feet when she saw her...well, her feet.

While the rest of her body had become human again, her feet had not. The blue scales remained, and her toes were still twisted, long, clawed rather than the soft, dainty things that had been there before her transformation. The rope was still wrapped around her ankle, almost like a shackle, and she blushed as she realized that they were actually transformed.

“Um, why…”

“Why should one remove things of beauty?”

“My feet aren’t beautiful.”

“Did you see the way that the crowd stared, oh, my Caelia? The crowd found them beautiful indeed. If you will not bare your soul, then it seems that you must be forced to bare your soles, instead.” The Muse chuckled. “Now, stand. We have other roles to fill.”

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

Summary: Caelia is still deep in the role of the dragoness from the previous story, dominating the stage and showing off. Her feet seem to be drawing her attention, too, and she uses them to draw the attention of others. However, as the play drags on, will she be able to dominate the other players, or will she be dominated in turn?

Tags: M/F, foot fetish, dragoness, orc, human, elf, big dick, vaginal, creampie, foot focus, domination, mind control, corruption, D&D, play, audience, exhibitionism, shameless, magic, femdom, orgasm, cum, nudity, confidence,