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An Invitation to Relaxation

Chapter 1

For Engy

By Draconicon

Draconicon rubbed the bridge of his snout, pinching the narrow point between his eyes as his vision went funny. The words on the paperwork in his hand swam for a moment before coming together again, making the request from the Min embassy legible once more. Shaking his head, the black dragon leaned in, continuing to read it.

As well, the establishment of a Barefoot enclave in your city is an embarrassment to the Kingdom of Min as a whole. They are the epitome of all that is embarrassing within our culture, and there are those that will take advantage of them. We hereby request that you forbid the establishment of this enclave and 'resort', as they feel inclined to call it, and -

"You're asking the wrong dragon to forbid something like that," he muttered under his breath, lowering the sheet of paper back to his desk before leaning back in his chair. He covered his face with his hands, grinding his cheeks against his palms. "Oh, god...why me?"

Well, a simple enough question to answer. He was the ruler of Maiyone, and more officially now that he had come back and taken power. Even though that had been barely a couple years back after centuries of being little more than a rumor, the city had been quick to embrace its new dragon overlord, and even quicker to throw all decisions that had to be made at his desk.

He pulled his hands down, looking at the pile of petitions and requests that had piled up on one side of his desk. There were a few hundred sheets of paper. Admittedly, most of the requests were multiple sheets, legal documents that had notes in the margins from his chief judge about what they actually said, but it was still a lot. That didn't even include the electronic submissions, which numbered even higher as the public realized that he actually tried to respond to mail, both for official and unofficial communications.

Sighing, he picked up the paper again. The Min embassy had gone through proper channels for this, and much as he did love the idea of a Barefoot resort, he knew why they were trying to shut it down. Their culture saw it differently, and those that tried to profit off Barefoots - the lowest of their social caste and a leftover of slavery from a few generations back - could very easily become something truly toxic and poisonous. He should at least consider banning it, and if not, putting some serious regulations on it.

More work.

More rules.

More effort.

He grumbled under his breath as he leaned over the desk, tapping his claws against the flat surface. The black dragon's robes felt stifling around him, and his head felt fit to pop if he didn't do something -

"Hey, Master."

Draconicon turned to his right, smiling at the yellow dragon stepping through the door. It opened only for those that were part of his harem, which was a small enough cluster of people, and they didn't usually interrupt for bad reasons. He set the paper down, leaning back in his chair once more.

"Hello, Engy. Something up?"

"Just checking on you. Making sure that you're not overworking yourself. Again."

"Why would I do that?"

"Hmmmmmph."

He smiled despite himself. Engy's particular way of grumbling and attempting to loom in a 'don't make me take care of you' way was particularly adorable coming from someone like him. Though a tall enough dragon with a firm set of shoulders, he was something of a silly man, and he played up that goofy side with that blue bathrobe that he always wore. The fact that his hips almost pushed the edge of the robe up to immodest levels and that he wore slippers everywhere - even out of the tower - made him look all the funnier sometimes.

His official alchemist leaned over the table, tapping it with his artificial right arm. The metal claws at the tip made tick-tick sounds as they tapped on the wood.

"How long have you been behind the desk?"

"In continuous seconds or in total?" Draconicon asked.

"Hours."

"Continuous or total?"

"That answers that question. Come on."

"Can't. Official work. Shackled to responsibility." Draconicon leaned down, picking up a literal chain and shackle set. "See?"

"You're not even wearing it."

"I can. I should."

"No, you shouldn't. You work too hard already."

"Debatable," he muttered, nodding at the paperwork on the other side of the desk. "The fact that there's so much left seems to argue against that."

"Okay then, how about I kidnap you?" Engy hoisted himself up, sitting on the edge of the desk. He even went so far as to kick off his slippers, putting his big yellow soles right on the black dragon's lap. "We could go and have some fun."

"You know that I'd love that...but work."

"Why is work so important?"

"Because it's gotta get done. And it's not like they're asking anyone else to do it."

He knew that there was a hint of bitterness in his voice, and he sighed, rubbing his forehead. It wasn't intentional; he hadn't meant to get so busy that he had to ignore literally everything else to keep everything on track. It was just that...he knew how he wanted it to go, and that meant that he had to be involved. And people knew that if they sent the requests to him, it actually got done instead of being stuck in procedural limbo for all eternity.

It was a problem, but it was one that he didn't really know how to solve. All he could do was keep pushing forward.

He reached for another sheet of paper, only for Engy to smack his hand away with a flick of his tail. The bottom-heavy dragon leaned forward.

"You need a break."

"I need to get something done, or it'll just be a bigger pile when I get back."

"Ugh. You know that you can just wave your hand and fix half of this with magic."

"Yes, but then I won't know how it got fixed," Draconicon said, shaking his head as he tried again to get one of the petitions and once more got his hand swatted away. "Will you stop that?"

"No. Not until you take a break."

"I can't."

"Well...what if we compromised?" Engy smiled, and Draconicon groaned. "What?"

"You're doing that sneaky face."

"I don't have a sneaky face."

"You do. It's when you get that grin and you have that little giggle-quirk at the very back on the left side."

Just as the metal-armed dragon reached up to feel for the corner, Draconicon managed to snag one of the sheets of paper. He just managed to see what the title of it was - something about a renewal of a business license on the resort side of the city - before his alchemist yanked that one out of his hands, too. He sighed.

"Are you going to let me work or not?"

"I don't know. Are you going to listen to my compromise or not?"

"..." Sighing, he leaned back in his chair, crossing one leg over his lap and his arms over his chest. "Fine. I'm listening."

"It's almost inspection season, right?"

"Don't remind me," he muttered, rubbing his forehead. "That's going to take a week to finish all the different businesses out there."

"Why don't we get started on that today? Hit up part of the Red-Light District and make sure that they're doing their job together?"

"...That sounds suspiciously like time off."

"It's not. Well, not completely. I mean, you still have to examine what they're doing, make sure that they're following the rules, go through everything that the clients do so that everyone is happy about the results, but...you're still inspecting them, right? Just...doing it in a different way."

He smiled. He knew exactly what his friend was doing, and despite himself, he appreciated the gesture. It would be a way to combine work and play at the same time, and...

And he was honestly tempted to go along with it. Inspection season was right around the corner, and even if he went down with this attitude of being bribed rather than doing an official inspection, it would throw off the various establishments just enough to make sure that they were doing things properly. It wasn't a bad idea.

Perverted, but not bad.

"Alright. I guess we can do that."

"Awesome!"

"But...you're going naked."

"Even - well...how...how naked?"

#

They arrived at the border between Red-Light North and Red-Light south half an hour later. Draconicon had needed to make sure that the paperwork that he'd already finished and signed was sent off to the right parties, and he wanted to make sure that the kobolds knew not to disturb the office. He also had to make sure that his friend wasn't going to backtrack on their deal, and so he had spent a few minutes conjuring a few devices to ensure that he didn't cover up again.

"Mmmph..."

"What's the matter? I thought you liked getting attention," Draconicon said as they walked over the bridge connecting Maiyone's City Center to the Red-Light Districts. "And you're getting plenty of that."

"Mmph...it's not usually done...with ball weights."

"Looks good on you, though."

"Not fair."

"Very fair, considering how you dragged me away from work." Draconicon flicked his tail, the slender tip jingling the bells hanging from the weighted ring on the other dragon's rather massive orbs. Engy stumbled, gripping the railing on the side of the bridge. "Now, come on. We have some inspections to do."

As his alchemist grumbled, stumbling along - that ring was a bit heavy, admittedly, but it was perfect for forcing those balls a bit further down and ahead - the ring-ring of the bells on the other dragon's balls drew eyes. Even those that were locals, or those that were visiting the city knowing exactly what they wanted from the Red-Light District, turned with wide eyes at the naked yellow dragon approaching them. They stared at his big balls and swelling cock, and the black dragon bit off a chuckle as he heard Engy's continued whimper-moans of embarrassed pleasure.

He felt no shame, though; after all, he'd been the one pulled away from his work. He was just making sure that he got some proper compensation.

Draconicon looked around. The bridge into the Red-Light District put them right on the border between Red-Light North and Red-Light South, facing the walls that were up around Red-Light Central. The walls themselves curved upward, forming an open dome that peaked at around a hundred-fifty feet tall. Sure, there were flyers and climbers that might be able to reach the opening, but considering the dome was painted in alternating colors, speckled patterns that shifted around, it was impossible for one to climb the dome and approach it without being seen.

As they stepped off the bridge on the proper side, Draconicon turned in place. The path leading off the bridge went from gray to gold as it led on, splitting into two different paths that went north and south, while the main path continued toward the great dome ahead. Each path eventually led to a large information building, with the one standing before the dome being bigger and guarded by rather large species. Past them were red lanterns that popped out of the ground, shaped like organic things, large trees and plants that twisted and grew from the concrete streets, but with obvious metallic features and colors. Each one glimmered with a shimmering red light, one that pulsed from time to time.

He smiled as he watched those that stood in the light go from smiling to panting for a moment, trembling from head to toe as the magical arousal struck them and kept them in the mood. He shook his head, leaning back against one of the poles that marked the edge of the bridge.

"I really should come here more often."

"You should, Master. You - mmph! How long do I have to wear this fucking ring? I can't stop thinking of my balls."

"I don't know. How long do you want to stay out?"

"Jerk."

"Horn-ball."

Despite his blush, Engy was smiling, so he knew that it wasn't too much for his friend. He reached over, patted the other dragon on the shoulder, and nudged him forward.

"So, which one are we visiting first, Master?" Engy asked.

"I don't think that we can do all three in one day. Too much in each third of the district. So, we'll just have to pick one."

"North, Central, or South, right?"

"I'm thinking North or South. Central's gonna take a couple of days," the black dragon muttered, shaking his head.

He'd always liked seeing the Red-Light Districts as Maiyone had slowly developed over the years. They were a slap in the face to anyone that thought that the city needed to be proper, that it needed to be good and modern without the sex trade. They forgot the power that came from admitting that there was perversion in the world, and if you didn't harness it, it would harness you.

So, he'd allowed the District to grow, and every time that he returned and found some asshole had tried to cut it down, he made sure to restore it. Over time, it had grown, becoming something more than just a collection of brothels and commercialized streetwalking. It had become something of a specialized art form, in many cases.

Specialized in parts of the District, too. The reason that Central was walled while North and South were just vaguely separated was because Central played into the whole idea of dub-con events and occasions, and that meant that there was a certain amount of consent needed before one entered. Just wandering in wasn't allowed. One had to enter through a pre-approved entrance at the various compass points of the Central District, and that meant going through all kinds of paperwork.

He could have avoided the paperwork himself, just because he was the head of the city, but even so, he knew that it would mean going through much more bullshit just to get to the fun stuff. And evaluating dub-con and non-con events meant a lot more work than just checking health code standards and other things in the other districts.

Draconicon was on the verge of just taking it easy and heading to the North side - where all the standard brothels and trendier places were - when a tingle of magic passed through the air. He paused, and Engy blinked.

"Something wrong, Master?"

"Just a second."

The black dragon turned to the Central road, following it toward the info house. The guards there - six Dobermen - saluted quickly, and he gave them a nod as he passed through. The feeling of the tingling magic on the air was growing stronger, and he knew the taste of it now. He pushed the front door open -

"Hmm? Ah...a pity."

"Fang Ling," Draconicon said, shaking his head at the off-white eastern dragon and her panting hoard of admirers that were kneeling on the ground. "I told you, no leaving Central to find more followers."

"I merely leave to spread the word of Virtuous Vice, oh great Draconicon," she said, bowing at the waist, her serpentine body nearly touching the floor as she bent further than most species would have been capable of, a diaphanous robe leaving nothing to the imagination as she stood up again, flashing large, clearly enhanced breasts to all and sundry. "I told them that they would experience great pleasure, and -"

He didn't have time for this. The black dragon flicked his wings, hard. Engy stumbled backwards with a muffled 'gah' and the air around them rushed out with a gust of wind. The kneeling figures, consisting of many different species, gasped as they were suddenly clear-headed again.

"I told you, no playing this game outside of the Central District. Maiyone is not up for grabs."

"It was merely persuasion, great lord, but if you insist, I will keep my words within the dome."

"I do insist."

"A pity. The games would have been far more interesting, otherwise. And the Temple is always welcoming those of any imagination. You should visit; we may have ways of pleasing even you."

"I'll think about it. Now, get back inside."

The eastern dragon bowed, stepping through the other side of the building. Shaking his head, Draconicon called one of the guards in. As he laid out instructions for the future - namely, screening anybody that was brought back in the company of someone from within the Central District for outside influence - Engy pulled himself back to his feet.

"What was that? Who was that?"

"That was Fang Ling, one of the emissaries of the Temple of Virtuous Vice. She...tends to like pushing boundaries," he said, shaking his head. "Long story short: they're part of a temple that believes that anything is moral as long as someone takes pleasure from it, and they have a philosophy of seeing what can be made good for themselves and the others."

"...So, does that mean -"

"Not pleasure for themselves. Pleasure for the 'victim.' If you cum from what they do to you, then you enjoy it."

"...That sounds risky."

"That's the craziness of Central. You go in there, you're taking your life in your hands. Or at least, your dignity."

"...Yeah, let's not go in there. Um, unless there's -"

"There's TF and growth, but that's also in other parts of the city that give you half a say in it before just doing it. They'll force it on you. Again. And again. And again. That, and everything else."

Which, admittedly, was part of the fantasy for Red-Light Central. People went there to have fun and not have a choice about it, to have things inflicted on them that they wouldn't necessarily want to think about. It was the place for people with rape fantasies to go, for those that wanted to be used, for those that wanted to be hunted and enjoy the feeling of others pursuing them. It was a place of fighting and being conquered, or, in some cases, doing the conquering.

After all, not everyone that went into Central wanted to be on the bottom.

"Let's keep going. We'll hit South today."

"South? That's the mind control area, right?"

"More or less, though they've got more than that." Draconicon smiled. "You'll see."

They took the path back to the three-way split and turned south. The information building straddling the road was smaller than the one leading to Central, and rather than being guarded by Dobermans, it had a pair of mice standing at the door. Their eyes were covered with sunglasses and they had a pair of pistol-like weapons at their sides. Unlike usual weapons, however, the barrels ended in a dish-like emitter, and there was a control console in the grip.

Engy blinked, pausing to stare at them, only for Draconicon to pull him along. Jingle-jangle went the ball bells, and the yellow dragon blushed.

"What were those?"

"Hypno-guns."

"They have - you have hypno-guns?! Why don't we have that in the tower?"

"You guys do enough gremlin stuff without those kinds of toys. I want to have some time when you're not pulling shenanigans."

"I - fair."

Still, Engy kept looking back at the front door as Draconicon walked to the front desk of the information building. An axolotl bowed their head behind the desk as the yellow dragon inched back toward the front door.

"Engy, stay," Draconicon said.

"I'm not doing anything!"

"Yet."

"...Yet. Okay, yet, fair."

"Stay." Shaking his head, he turned back to the axolotl, unable to help smiling at the soft, frond-ringed, wide-smiling face. "Sorry about him. He's not been down here for a while."

"It's quite alright, sir. Are you passing through, or is this a scheduled visit?"

"Unscheduled inspection."

"Oh, my. There will be many unhappy proprietors later, sir, if you don't mind me saying."

"They can suck it up."

"Yes, sir. Will you be wishing for immunity, then?"

"Yeah, let's not risk anything. Ring for me, toe-ring for him," Draconicon said, nodding over his shoulder at his friend.

"Very well, sir. Is there anything else?"

"Yeah. Anything new at the moment? Any complaints?"

"Nothing that has been passed on to me, sir. There have been rumblings of a new priest at the Temple of the Phallus, as well as the E&EAA claiming that they are expanding their broadcasting range, but other than that, I have heard little."

That was something. The Temple of the Phallus was a joke religion that he'd sponsored while he was having an odd day, but they were alright. Pretty harmless, mostly focused on self-pleasure and the adoration of dick over everything else. If they were getting a new high priest, though, he might want to check in on just what the new guy was preaching. Didn't want to turn that into toxic masculinity and all.

As for E&EAA (Exhibitionists and Exposure Addicts Anonymous), he wasn't surprised that they were claiming that. They were always trying to find more voyeurs to watch their antics and more of an audience for their services. They probably had a petition on his desk right then to get more TV channels devoted to their station and the LEN (Localized Exhibitionism Network), come to think of it.

But at least it meant that the South District was reasonably quiet for the moment. It was better than the time he came to visit and he heard that one ambitious club owner had been on a land-grabbing spree, spreading out business cards with zonking capabilities between entertainers that would pass it on to bar owners and club managers, who would then be dragged into the new network of control.

In a place of managed mind control, hypnosis, body-swapping, and more that played with identity and the concept of will, it was hard to avoid some risks. But at the same time, it was hard to deny that it was appealing as hell.

He took the immunity ring from the axolotl, sliding it down his left hand's ring finger, before taking the toe-ring as well. Returning to his friend, he yanked Engy's left foot off the ground with his tail, sending the alchemist dragon stumbling backwards with a yelp of surprise.

"Hey! What's the big idea?"

"Keeping your head on straight while we go through Red-Light South."

"What do you mean? I thought it was just mind control."

"There's a low-level haze of it throughout this district. Keeps you half-tranced from the moment you enter it to the moment you leave it. Mostly, that makes it easier for you to jump into whatever session you scheduled at wherever you're going, but there's always the risk of some dick jumping you between here and there and making you do things. And that's not even counting the assholes that just wait around waiting to prank people that are highly suggestible on the streets."

Engy blinked, and he saw that the other dragon's dick was already starting to rise up. Draconicon smiled.

"Liking the idea of people just tranced and waiting for someone to mess with them?"

"...Maybe."

"You can come back to experiment on your own later, if you want. For now, let's just start our inspection."

Jamming the ring down on Engy's big toe - and getting a yelp from the other dragon in response - he turned to lead the way.

#

Red-Light South was an interesting place, to put it mildly. There were many things to see, and not all of them were brothels.

One such place was the House of the Swelling Symbiote. They passed by the outside of it, watching through the windows and along the porch as various men and women speed-dated various goo creatures. The titular symbiotes of the house were on quick-dates with customers, Draconicon knew, meant to find those that they linked with and clicked with for the purposes of a bit of fun.

He and Engy waited in the street, watching as people swapped tables from time to time. Eventually, at one of the swaps, a symbiote rushed across the table and seized hold of a lucky kobold.

Stopping Engy from rushing forward, Draconicon smiled.

"Just hang on..."

The kobold in question went from blue to black in seconds as he was completely covered by the black ooze of the symbiote, falling to the floor and spasming, shivering, moaning out loud. The other customers moved from one table to another, and the newly-emptied space was cleared out by other symbiote-bonded individuals.

As the table was cleared away, the kobold, for lack of a better word, stretched. He grew, arching his back as his spine elongated, his arms and legs swelling as he visibly pulsed. His eyes were white, his breath coming fast as he was made to grow, leaving behind the frailness and slight frame of a kobold to become something else.

The symbiote stretched out one slippery, shiny arm, stretching it to triple its former length, and grabbed hold of the patio railing. It pulled itself to its feet, the once-kobold still growing, its boxy face turning into something more familiar, more dragon-like. Wings, wet with dark ooze, popped from its back, and it growled as its face turned into something more like some feral beast.

The squelching sounds of its cock coming free caught both dragons' attention, and they watched as something massive, something far bigger than the kobold could have had, pushed out through the railing of the patio. Five inches, seven, ten, fourteen before slowing down. It was sleek and dark, with white veins running from the base to the tip, and it had swollen to a hole-busting sixteen inches by the time it stopped swelling up, balls pulsing and slowly lowering to rest between the new symbiote-dragon's thighs.

"Do they...do that a lot?" Engy asked, blinking.

"Oh, sometimes. It varies what species they become," Draconicon said, leading the other dragon along. "But you go there, you have a speed-date to find out which of the symbiotes you're most compatible with, and you give up your identity to be a passenger in your own body for a while. It'll go out, have some fun - mostly the kind that you ask for, unless you specify three times that it's the symbiote's choice - and then come back however many hours you paid for later."

"So, you're basically a thing for it to possess?"

"More or less."

"...Wow."

It wasn't quite a winner for his friend, he could see that much. And no surprise; it was less TF and more just wearing a super-suit of sorts, one that wore you in return. He imagined that there were other establishments that Engy would like more.

He still hadn't decided what he wanted to hit first, though. There were plenty of places that needed an inspection, and he'd only have so much time to work his way through them.

Might as well go to the mid-point and work my way back, he thought.

They passed a number of other locations on the way, each one appealing to something different in a new, vaguely hypnotic way. Perhaps the most similar to the House of the Swelling Symbiote was the Black Ooze Auction House, and once more, they stopped to stare for a moment or two.

It was an auction block more than an auction house, where the tranced people that had signed up for the gig were brought forward and doused in a black slime that slowly collected around them. The officials that worked at the house would then take a wire and connect it to the newly slimed subject, sending a signal that sparked a 'conditioning' phase. A visor would form over the head of the person being so conditioned, and various progress bars and words would flash over the slime layer.

They'd be sold off later for temporary ownership with someone or other, usually for the night, but up to a weekend for a rich enough buyer. Draconicon shook his head, remembering one time when that had gone off in a fun way, and continued on.

They passed by Swelter, a nightclub that another harem member had sponsored, and they paused again, looking at the front door. The rich scent of sweat and musk all but poured off the building in a heated steam blast coming from vents over the windows and door, misting the area and sending throbbing excitement right down to the base of the black dragon's cock. Engy was even more affected, panting and sticking his tongue out.

"Holy shit, that's strong," Engy muttered. "How about we go in there?"

"How about we go to the midpoint first and work our way back?" Draconicon suggested.

"Mmmph...that's a lot of ball musk."

"And pussy, and ass, and feet, and more besides," the black dragon said, chuckling. "And enough of it that you'd probably end up zonked despite the ring, and we'd never finish our inspection."

"Come oooooon, let's at least have some fun."

"Oh, we will. Trust me, I know just the place for you and me."

"God, and what's that?"

"The Mindless Sprawl. Home of the Hypers."

Engy was off like a shot, while Draconicon chuckled and shook his head. He spared one more glance for Swelter - and for the sweaty dancers that moved along the rooftop, their much-heated soles on display as they swung their legs out and flashed their sexes and soles for all to see, and then continued after the yellow dragon. He didn't want Engy to get lost, after all, and he particularly didn't want him zonked by someone else.

The happy, hyper dragon was one of his best friends, after all. And even more, that alchemist belonged to him.

The End

Summary: Draconicon and Engy decide to go on a bit of a tour through the Red-Light District to destress the black dragon.

Tags: M/solo, M/M, Dragon, Eastern Dragon, Western Dragon, Draconicon, Maiyone, Red-Light District, Prostitution, Mind Control, Pheromones, Ooze, Symbiote, Rings, Nudity, Exhibitionism, Series, Temporary Slavery, Tour,