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From Banished to Duchess

Chapter 2

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By Draconicon

Under the influence of her magic, the squirrel told her many things. He told her his name (Almser) and where he was from (the Matriarchy of Qen). He told her that it was one of three kingdoms that surrounded the mountain, and that the mountain itself was the disputed territory between the three lands, allowing access between them that didn't take months to travel. He told her that her landing had been observed from all sides of the mountain, and that everyone was curious, though some were taking more time to come to see what had caused it than the others.

"So why did you come climbing up my mountain, then?" Drakina asked, crossing her arms under her breasts. Almser had long since stopped fighting her grip, content to stare into her glowing eyes, so she felt no threat from him. "You couldn't have wanted to on your own, I'm sure..."

"My...mistress...told me to."

"Your mistress, hm? And who is she?"

"She...she is the matriarch...of a cluster of families...in my village..."

In other words, this particular matriarch was the leader of a town, and had sent a male up to do the job for her. She wondered if that was common in their little Matriarchy, sending males to do the jobs that the females weren't ready to do themselves.

It didn't matter, she supposed. It had been done, and she hadn't been harmed by it.

Almser shivered as she looked him up and down. Stripping him had left her with little to be impressed by. His eyes glowed with the same purple light as her eyes had produced, reminding her of the pleasure that she had taken with the little collection of toys that she had kept in the Dragon Realm. His body was limp, relaxed in all places but one, and there, a stiff little prick no longer than four inches bounced and bobbed away. He might have been someone that she would have sentenced to the life of a bottom, once, but she imagined that he might have other uses, with a little modification.

That said, her immediate appetites were stymied by curiosity. She could have taken him, she supposed, but the spell burning through his mind and holding his loyalty would only ignore the information that he carried for so long. Best that she get it from him.

"How long do you think I have, little one?" she asked.

"Mistress?"

"How long before one of the other kingdoms sends someone?"

"I...don't know, Mistress. I don't know how they work."

"Would your mistress know?"

"She would...she knows a lot..."

"Hmm..." Drakina tapped her chin. Not the most promising lead, considering how she'd need to leave the caves that she'd just customized to get that information, but it was better than nothing. But...something else to handle first. "Almser. Do you hear me?"

"I...I hear you, Mistress."

"Kneel."

He did, going straight to his knees immediately. It put his head just barely below her cock, and she imagined that he could see past her balls to the treasure that lay just between her legs. She stepped forward, grinding her shaft along the top of his head, allowing his nostrils to rest against her sac. He took a breath and stiffened, groaning, his dick twitching up and spitting pre-cum over her toes.

She smiled. His eyes were just as hazy as before, more so, even, and she imagined that he would keep that look for some time. The pheromones of a dragon were difficult to resist at the best of times.

"Listen to me."

"I'm listening...I'm listening..."

"You have but one mistress, Almser. One mistress that commands you. Who is she?"

"She...she is...you...mistress..."

"And the woman in your village. What is she?"

"She is...she is Tila."

"Tila. Not mistress any longer, is she?"

"No, Mistress...only you are Mistress..."

"That's right...And your mistress will reward you for your service, if you do what you are told."

Bringing her tail forward, she slowly wrapped it around the end of his cock. He groaned, shivering, hunching his hips as his body bent to her will, doing what it wanted to do rather than following any natural thought. She smiled. He couldn't even thrust against the coils of her tail. Too small, too small by half.

But that was part of the charm, she supposed. Someone so small, so weak, so desperate for direction.

And so stupid to come to her without any protection.

The magic swirled around her, and she knew that it was watching, curious. It had been all around her ever since she had started using her own power to start taking the young man's mind, ever since she had set the fire in his skull to bring his thoughts around to hers. It was curious, curious as a pet might have been with a new animal in the house.

It wanted to know more. It wanted to see more.

Patience...patience...

She curled her tail tighter around his cock, pulling his head between her legs. His nose slid along her sac, pressing into the little valley between the balls, and then further back, sliding up and into her pussy. Drakina sighed as he gave her clit a gentle lick, saw him shiver again at the taste of her.

It would not be the last time that he savored that flavor.

"Listen to me..."

"I listen...I listen, Mistress..."

"Go back to your village. Tell them that someone lives up here."

"I...I will tell them..."

"And make sure that you bring this Tila with you when you return."

"She...she won't bring me, Mistress."

"You will find a way to make her bring you, little Almser. You will see to it that you are here when she arrives."

"I...I..."

"You will do this. And when you do, I will give you something...something grand, little squirrel."

"Yes...Yes, Mistress."

"Good boy..."

She stroked his head, gently holding him against her pussy. He was already whimpering softly, but not in the way of someone afraid. If anything, he was panting and shivering like someone that had just been blessed. In a matriarchy, perhaps being shoved down against a woman's sex was something that was reserved for someone that had been given a reward. Perhaps this was seen as a blessing.

Heh...sexual blessings...from a goddess.

A goddess. She might as well have been, she supposed. Other mages might coerce the magic of this world, if they existed. Even if they did, they would not have its aid the way that she did. And if they did not, then she was going to be the greatest power that this land had ever seen. The dragoness's lips turned up.

No competition this time... She chuckled. This is going to be most amusing.

Tempting as it was to keep Almser between her legs, she slowly pulled him back, having to dig her fingers through his fur to keep him from settling in and lapping away perpetually down there. He panted, his face drenched in her juices already. She pushed him back, sent him falling to the floor, and the magic released him.

"Go, then."

"Yes, Mistress! Thank you, Mistress!"

The light in his eyes glowed brighter, and she knew that he had become a frenzied follower. It would not take long before any guilt that he might have felt on betraying his own people would fade. It never did.

She moved back to her throne, sitting down. The magic followed her, like wind in the air and a tremor through the earth. By the time she sat down, she could feel it winding up her thighs, rubbing against her, pressing closer and looking up at her with eyes that were not there, with a vision that did not exist, with a consciousness that all others would deny could ever form.

And yet, she felt it, particularly as something nosed against her sac, and then beneath it. It was like a curious hound, trying to imitate what it had seen. Then it pulled back, and she could all but imagine a clueless, curious, frustrated face looking up at her, trying to understand what it was doing and why others would do the same.

Drakina smiled indulgently, reaching out. She allowed a trickle of her power to lead to her fingers, and she scratched the invisible head before her. The presence of the magic leaned into her hand, and she allowed herself to open up once more.

"Learn from me, magic...learn from me..."

She felt the tingling sensation of a new power filling her arm, expanding that link between them, reaching into her. It took from her knowledge, but she took from it, in turn. Some power remained, a power that surged through her veins, and she knew that she would have what she needed to take care of this Tila when she arrived.

The magic surged around her, doubtlessly seeing what the mages of the Dragon Realm had done on a daily basis, the power that they commanded. The power that she had wielded for that matter. It saw what she had taken from the others under her heel, she felt, and it understood what she had given them.

And it was...curious. Curious, indeed, as it floated over her, settling along her shoulders once more like a slithering thing. She chuckled.

"Patience, magic, patience...you will see what I can do...You will see what I can offer everyone..."

It wasn't surprising that she fell asleep again. The moon was high, she was bored, and there was little to do other than get her strength back. So, Drakina didn't blame herself for falling asleep.

She did, however, blame herself for not resetting the traps. Particularly when the hard click of steel woke her up.

The dragoness opened one eye as she felt the weight of thick metal wrapping around her legs, pinning her to the throne. Another was around her middle before she could do anything - or rather, before she chose to do anything. They both pulled tight, the latter working just under her breasts and pulling them up further, unintentionally putting them on display. She didn't tense her arms, didn't push them away. If anything, she just relaxed further into her bindings before looking at what had happened, and who had invaded her cave.

It was an older female, she saw. Not a wolf, not even a fox, but a mouse woman that wore a leather vest over a hardy sort of top. Long leather pants, a bow over her back: she had the look of a hunter, with the age to back up the experience that she seemed to have. She didn't have the curves that one might have expected when one heard 'mistress', but Drakina had already adjusted her expectations after meeting Almser. This was not a world where everyone was already hyper-desirable.

She looked down at the chains. Thick iron, yes, but the sort that looked and felt old. Not rusted, not ill-repaired, but the sort that had been handed down and added to over the years rather than something that was newly forged. Drakina chuckled.

"I'm going to guess your name is Tila?" she asked.

The mouse didn't answer her, but the slight widening of the eyes implied that the answer was yes. Drakina stored that information away, getting comfortable on the throne as she took in who else had come to visit.

Three other males, one other female. Two wolves, a fox, and - ah, no, one more male out there. Almser is at the cave mouth, she thought, seeing his silhouette against the morning light. So, two wolves and a fox for the males, a mouse and a sparrow for females...and all thinking that they have me dead to rights.

It was an interesting start to the morning, but certainly a welcome change in the boredom. Drakina smiled, cocking her head to the side as she panned her gaze around the three males trying to tighten the chains further, even as the two females pulled back to whisper to each other. She looked at the fox - who seemed to be the male with the most authority, considering he was nudging and pointing what to do to the others - and smiled.

"Now, what is your name?" she asked.

He didn't answer. If anything, he seemed embarrassed to be spoken to. He looked down and away -

And she flicked him across the cheek with her morning wood.

The fox yelped, jumping back, and the two wolves did the same. They also pulled at the chains, all but tightening them past the point where she would normally be able to breathe. She gritted her teeth, turning her head back to look up at the cavern ceiling.

Well, probably should have expected that. Dear, dear...they really are making it worse for themselves.

The fox rubbed his cheek, his eyes wide as he touched the wet spot that her cock had left on his face. He sniffed his fingers, and his eyes almost immediately started glassing over, his tongue hanging out.

She smiled. Evidence that her scent worked was always a worthwhile thing. She had seen some signs of that with Almser, but this was further confirmation. She could turn this around easily.

"Do not touch her," the mouse said, stepping forward and yanking the fox to his feet. "Just restrain her. Even with a shaft, she is still a woman."

"That's one way to look at it," Drakina said, shaking her head. "Now, what's the meaning of all the chains?"

"I am not speaking with you...whatever you are," the mouse said.

"First, whoever I am. And that 'who' can be answered with 'Drakina.' Second of all, yes, you are."

"You are not a pure female. The matriarchy does not lower itself to converse with those with shafts."

"Hmmm, missing out."

Drakina looked down at the chains around her ankles. The more she looked at them, the more that she felt pretty sure that they could be broken with raw strength. There were no enchantments on them, nothing to imply that they would grow stronger with resistance the way that some restraints back on her home plane had done. They were simple metal, and metal bent before dragons.

That said, the chains around her middle were not bound to the throne, but rather held on either side by the wolves. To pull that too much would cause some difficulty, at least for her breathing.

Then again...

She considered pushing the magic to help her, but that felt like cheating. She could get out of this without its aid, and that would only make her look better. With all the progress that she had made towards taming it, collaring it, owning it, she didn't want it to think that she needed it for everything.

And it had already given her strength the night before.

Tila - if that was the mouse and not the robin - turned her back on the dragoness. Drakina chuckled.

"You'll want to talk to me, Tila."

"...You have no right to talk to a true woman."

"Hmmm, couldn't say that I know how your world works just yet...but I would say that I have the power to talk to one."

"You are bound. Helpless."

"Half-right. But not really."

Drakina shook her head. Another world where nobody was going to take her seriously at first. Well, she supposed it was time to send a message.

The wild magic that she had taken from her little pet had a different feel to it than her own power. It didn't come when called, not so readily at least, and it surged within her veins like the sea and the wind, like the storm and the bolts. Oh, it had power, and it wished to be used, but it did not like direction.

But it would take it. She narrowed her eyes, pulling the tangling, tingling feeling from her guts and up through her body. As she looked down, she fixed her gaze on the chains that bound her legs to the stone behind her.

You will break.

The energy resisted in her, and she controlled herself as harshly as she controlled her playthings in the past. She tensed her muscles, blocking the energy that she had drawn up from retreating. Her thoughts formed a loop, a tense circle that wrapped around the writhing mass of power in the back of her head.

You will break this.

The energy rose in her skull, threatening her with a headache, but she grinned against it.

Throb as much as you like. You will obey.

Drakina pushed that tension up through the back of her neck, and the combination of body pressure and thought pressure pulled that energy up and out through her eyes. Lightning leaped from their sockets, and the metal shattered into super-heated pieces, breaking apart and leaving her legs free.

She stood up as the group stumbled backwards. One wolf lost his grip, and that was all she needed. The dragoness pulled the other one close, grabbing him by the back of the neck and holding him like a pup. Considering that she stood a foot and a half taller than anyone else in the room, that was easy.

The robin stumbled backward, but Tila already had her bow up and pointed, pulling an arrow tight. She was on the verge of releasing it when Drakina swung the wolf between her and the mouse. Tila's fingers tightened around the base of the arrow, just barely keeping it from flying free.

"Ah...this one matters to you, then?" Drakina asked.

"..."

"That's what I thought. You might order them around, look down on them, but they're still things. Not people, but things. And valuable enough...oh. Oh, ho, ho."

No, that wasn't it. That wasn't it at all. They weren't things that were valuable. They were symbols of her power as a mistress, things that showed other women that she had force, power, authority. To lose one would be to diminish herself, and that was something that she was very hesitant to do.

"Well, Tila, I thought that my opinion of you couldn't drop much further, but it just did." She shook her head. "Then again, I think that's more due to where you come from than you. Then again, again, maybe that's just you. I don't see that robin pulling the same thing."

"Be silent. Release him," the mouse muttered.

"Hmmm, you put down that bow first."

"Release. Him."

"Does everyone have a problem with doing what they're told here?"

"You will obey, shafted-one."

"...We are going to have to have a talk about your lexicon. But first."

Pulling the same trick as before, Drakina forced another blast from her eyes. This time, fire rather than lightning. It was just as hot, just as fast, but it only snapped the bow in two rather than burning through to the woman on the other side. Tila dropped the two halves of the bow, the arrow no longer a threat to anyone.

As she tossed the wolf to its owner, Drakina looked around the cavern. The other males had pulled back, the fox slower than the other wolf, and they were both trembling. For different reasons, obviously, but still, trembling, and out of the picture as far as she was concerned.

The robin ran for the cave mouth, but Drakina didn't worry about that. She knew Almser was waiting. If he caught the bird, then they'd have no issues. If he didn't...well, a witness to her power wouldn't be a bad thing, and might slow down any further incursions.

The point was, she had people to play with. That was the main thing. And people that needed an education on just what she was, and what she could do.

Drakina looked at the males again. They were barely dressed compared to the females. While the robin had been decked out in something middle-class, at best, with a silk jacket over a walking dress, and Tila had hunting leathers that were well-kept and cared for, the men were restricted to something like loincloths. They were hardly well-groomed, either, not brushed out, not entirely clean.

"Is this how you treat your slaves, Tila?" Drakina asked.

"They're men."

As if that was all the reason needed. Drakina rolled her eyes, shuffling her way out of her chains as she walked back to her throne. She could feel all the eyes in the cave on her, following her, and she savored it. She even threw in a little tease for her audience, lifting her tail up as her ass wobbled slightly from side to side.

"They're men. And you're a woman. It seems to me that you're all equally helpless here," she said, shaking her head. "And more to the point, you're talking very loudly for someone that just had her grand capture plan fall through."

There was no response. She didn't expect one.

Nor did she expect a throwing knife to ping off her scales. Drakina blinked as it hit the floor at her feet, kneeling down to pick it up. The blade was dented and chipped at the tip, likely from hitting one of her scales at just the wrong angle. She turned, looking back at the wide-eyed hunter. Despite everything, the dragoness chuckled.

"Well, well...you do have some fire." Shaking her head, she lifted her cock and balls out of the way, slowly sliding the handle against her sex. There was no harm from the blade to her hand; her scales were too strong for the weak iron. She plunged the grip past her nethers, soaking it before pulling it free.

Through it all, the mouse and her males stared at her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that the fox had gone from dazed to horny, his cock throbbing beneath his loincloth, his eyes completely hazed over. From her personal experience, he'd stay that way for a good few hours before he was completely burned through, and then he'd come back to normal. By then, this would be done.

To her credit, Tila didn't run when Drakina approached. She stood her ground, a few sweat drops running down her face, but she didn't cringe, didn't pull away. Drakina flipped the knife around, offering it by the handle to the mouse.

"Here."

"..."

"If you don't want it, I'll keep it."

"...Iron is rare. You've soiled it."

"Don't think of it like that. Think of it like a decoration."

The mouse hesitated, but eventually took the knife grip. Drakina let it go, waiting to see if Tila would do the smart thing or the stupid thing. Eventually, the rodent did the former, putting the knife back where it belonged in its sheath.

She didn't miss the shiver that went through the other woman's body, though. It was barely there, little more than a tremor, and the leathers hid any physical reactions that might have made her lust more obvious. But that didn't stop Drakina from grinning, knowing that she had made a point.

As she turned back to her throne, she could see the fox already fondling his wolf partner. They must have had fun in the past, because the wolf wasn't stopping him. The one that stood behind Tila had already been beaten down, refusing to get up.

She sat on her throne, crossing one leg over the other, allowing her cock to rest on her thighs as she looked the other woman in the eye. The mouse refused to back down, though those sweat drops were getting more frequent. She smiled to herself.

"Something the matter?"

"...You are a monster."

Drakina's smile disappeared, and so did her patience. The magic lashed out with her at the same time, a series of rock pillars drawn up from under Tila's feet and from the walls at her sides pinning her in place. They pushed in tight, all but crushing the air from the rodent's lungs.

"Do not...call me that..."

Two things hit her at once. First, that the magic had come to her aid immediately when she was feeling...emotional. Angry, in particular. That was something to remember, something to keep in mind.

Second...Tila had baited her, and done it well; the mouse looked smug despite getting the air pushed from her lungs. Drakina shook her head, slowly pulling the rocks away. The smug grin faded, probably from the feeling of success being pushed down under the realization of the dragoness's power. Drakina shook her head.

"Do not call me a monster. Ever again. I'm not. I'm not."

"Says the one that -"

"You're done talking for now." She waved towards the tunnel leading out of the cave. "Almser. Come."

"...What?"

Tila's look of shock was all that Drakina could have asked for and more, and it only got better as her conquered squirrel entered the cave. He pulled with him the robin that had attempted to flee, who looked as shocked as could be. More shocked, even, considering that the squirrel had laid hands on her.

"That...you break the laws!" Tila shouted.

"I follow my Mistress," Almser said.

"That - I'm your mistress! You follow my commands!"

"You are just another woman. She is my Mistress."

"That's right," Drakina said, chuckling. "And he will have his reward for this. And you, Tila..."

More than anything, she wanted to slam the mouse down, teach her a lesson for...what she'd done. At the same time, Drakina could read the situation. Kind of. Somewhat. She knew that she was missing things - she'd never had that same analytical mind that her brother had - but she could see the obvious. Tila wasn't the one in charge of a whole village. A few families, as Almser had said, but no more than that. This had been her chance to start showing off, to bring herself up in status by conquering the strange monster that had landed on the upper parts of the mountain and bringing it back.

She had failed. Conquering her wouldn't mean conquering the village, but it would mean more information, more stuff to work with.

And that was something that she needed. But first...

"Almser. I think that you deserve a reward for being so good." Drakina smiled. "Come forward, and strip."

He did as he was told, pushing the robin down to kneel by Tila's side as he came for her. The squirrel's pants and shirt hit the floor, followed by his boots and his loincloth. By the time he reached her throne, he was completely naked. Just as pathetically endowed as before, but still throbbing eagerly.

The females said nothing, kneeling where they were, with Tila holding the robin close. They were scared. Drakina wasn't surprised; she had already shattered their sense of capability, and now, she was going to shatter something else.

Always did hate any kind of gender superiority, she thought. Isn't like one's any better than the other...

As Almser looked up at her with his purple-tinted eyes - that was probably going to be a permanent feature, she realized - she gave him a small smile in return. He was obedient. He was loyal. And he was probably as devoted a servant as she could ever get, mostly because part of his mind had been burnt out and replaced by a part of her. The fire had burnt for too long inside him before going out.

She sighed. A pity, really. She hadn't meant to go that far. But...it was a mistake to learn from. And she had done worse to her own kind, she told herself. She had done far worse...and might do worse here.

It was a rumination that got her nowhere, and she knew better than to tangle her thoughts and heart before a spell. It never helped.

"Almser...let's make you a woman..."

The magic all around her danced at that. Clearly, it had never considered something so drastic, but it was eager to see the change happen. It leaped to her bidding, following her gestures, tracing itself along the squirrel's body and through his fur. It danced across him like maidens in the meadows, and as it did, the changes began.

Almser shivered, his face drawn into a smile as his hips started to swell outwards, the curves of a woman slowly emerging from his middle. He had been a lean man, but that changed quickly. Generous roundness took the place of straight up and down lines, and the gray fur at his hips seemed to shine, giving a lustrous sheen along his new curves, his thickening thighs, his rounding rump. Everything pushed out to catch the eye, to hold it, more generous than it needed to be and all the better for it.

She curled her finger, calling him to her as his cock started to shrivel, the flesh wrinkling as if the interior was disappearing. It fell in on itself, slowly falling back towards his crotch, and beneath his shriveling sac, a new hole began to open. A deluge of slick, strong-scented fluids ran down his thighs, and she chuckled as her cock rose up.

"Come to me..."

Almser did as he was told, each step bringing a wobble that hadn't been there before, a jiggle from behind, and from the front as his nipples started to stand out more against his fur. Every step brought him closer to the femininity that would give him status in this world. As the squirrel reached her, she wondered if he would still call himself a 'he', or if the new mind that still existed behind those purple eyes would call itself a 'she'.

It didn't matter at that moment. She spun her finger, and Almser, feminine Almser, turned to face the other females in the room. They looked shocked, shaken, and even disturbed. After all, he had been a man...and now he was the same as them. Perhaps not born so, but could anyone outside the cave have told the difference?

The magic returned to her, perching on her shoulders, and she could tell that it wondered if it had done well. She stroked it with glowing fingers, nodding at it, her cock throbbing in appreciation for the lovely rump that was already grinding back against her. As it jiggled rather gratuitously, she imagined that the magic had taken it just a little far, but she didn't complain. Some cushion was good.

"This...this is wrong," Tila whispered. "You can't...he...she...You can't!"

"Mmm, I think you'll find that I can do whatever I want here, Tila," Drakina said, chuckling and shaking her head. "But I can reward as much as punish. I can give as much as take. And what happens to you entirely depends on just how much you get in my way."

And with that, she pulled Almser down. The squirrel might be a female, now, but she fucked her new toy like the bitch it was.

The End

Summary: Drakina makes a few plans, and the locals force her to step it up.

Tags: H/M, H/F, Chains, Bondage, Drakina, Herm, Series, Teasing, Overpowered, Oh Fuck, Anal, Transformation, Gender Shifting, Mouse, Squirrel, Fox, Wolf, Robin, Slavery, Domination, Magic,