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Her Host, Her Slave

for Anthroperson_18

by Draconicon

Starly stared down the freeway, or rather, more accurately, the fennec fox office worker stared at the bumper of the car six inches ahead of his. His ears twitched as he waited for any hint of movement on the road, tapping the fingers of his left hand on the steering wheel while the fingers of the right set to work on his tie, loosening it and throwing it over his shoulder into the backseat. The ease of tension around his neck helped, but not much.

"I need a better job...or less transit," he muttered, shaking his head as he tried and failed to find a better position for his fluffy tail. Small cars meant small seats, and even though he was better off than a full-sized fox might have been, it wasn't by much. "Ugh...I'm going to lose my mind..."

The car ahead of him moved, and Starly moved quickly to match it to keep the antsy neighbors in the other lanes from trying to steal the gap. One of them honked at him as it started a second too late to take advantage, and the fennec giggled, giving a jaunty little wave at the other driver.

Traffic started moving again, though he knew that it was only going to do so for a little while. The exits were always clogged after work let out, and that slowed down everyone, everywhere.

Still, at least they were moving, for now, and that was enough to help the tension ease out through his shoulders and down his arms, leaving him less tense, less stressed, and more able to look forward to the near-future. Even with bad traffic, it shouldn't take longer than a half-hour to get to his exit, and from there, he'd be able to hit the gym within five minutes. His gear was already stashed in the backseat, and his lips turned up in a small smile as he imagined himself in those tight booty shorts again.

And getting stared at...

It wasn't because he was particularly built, of course. Fennecs didn't take on muscle easily, after all. No, they were staring at his tight little ass as he walked around the gym, and he always made sure to throw in just enough of a swish to get the straight-questioning guys to take a look, too. He loved the way that they stared so...so hungrily, which was a marked change from how the office looked at him. Small guys like him were always relegated to the go-fer duties, which meant that they had to work double-time on their own tasks to make up for wasted time.

Two worlds, very nearly two different foxes. Starly chuckled, shaking his head as he imagined that there was probably some pop song about that.

The car stopped again, and so did his smile. He leaned his head against the steering wheel, counting to ten before looking up again.

"Couldn't you surprise me for once?" he asked nobody in particular. "Just once, could you not -"

"Sounding like my brother. That's not a good start."

The fennec fox yelped as he all but jumped out of his seat, only for his seatbelt to snap tight and pull him right back down. As he winced from the sudden restraint, he turned to the passenger seat and the source of the voice. His mind was already telling him that he had to be hearing things, that there hadn't been someone there, that this was just part of the boredom of making his way home and that he wouldn't see anyone.

Reality, it seemed, had decided to surprise him.

Sitting in the passenger seat of his car was a dragoness, taller than him by nearly two feet - a foot and a half if someone counted his massive ears. Covered in purple scales that were as reflective as the polished limo two lanes over, the dragoness's wings were pulled in tight against her back and the seat behind her, and she winced as she tried and failed to find a place to put her tail. He was amazed that she could fit in the seat, what with her ass taking up more space than any vixen that he had ever given a ride to, and the fact that her horns were almost punching through the roof of the car, and -

And she was naked.

Completely.

Bare-assed.

Bare-boobed.

Naked.

Starly's eyes widened further as his eyes went down and saw the fat, flaccid shaft that was flopped over one of her thighs, and past that, just a hint of some liquid stain beneath her balls. His breath caught in his throat as he whipped his head back up, staring into her eyes.

"You're thinking too much. Stop that."

Her eyes flared, going from a soft pink to a flaring violet, and Starly's world went black.

The fox woke up to the smell of fast food burgers and fries and the crappy cheap-style ranch dip. He groaned as the world spun around him, his eyes slowly opening stare out the front window of his car.

Nnngh...How...how'd I get here?

The last thing he remembered -

No, no, no, that was a dream. No way that happened. I just...

Just what? Passed out on the freeway, or at work, and somehow managed to get off the freeway and to a restaurant to get the worst food possible for himself? The fennec groaned, rubbing his forehead.

No, that was just him freaking out and panicking about the situation, now what had really happened. Something had...had happened on the freeway, and whether that was his brain freaking out about something or not, he'd obviously blacked out, and that, in turn, meant that something must have happened. He got here, and he was safe, and he hadn't gotten hurt during the drive, all of which were good things. He told himself that again and again; the alternative of getting into a car crash and having wrecked himself and his vehicle were all too real and all too possible, and it sent a shiver down his spine to even think about things going that bad.

So, he was alive. He was fine. He was awake again.

So, what had -

Crunch.

Crunch.

Crunch.

Starly slowly turned his head to the passenger seat, his heart leaping into his throat again as he saw the purple dragoness once more. She was reclined backward, both feet up on the dash and her toes scraping against the glass. Sweat droplets marked the screen, and her cock was still flung over one thigh. She didn't seem to care in the slightest that she was completely exposed to any passing eye. If anything, she seemed to flaunt herself as others walked by the car, going so far as to grope herself and jiggle her breast.

And she had a burger in hand, mostly consumed. That had been the sound of eating, the smell of food.

"What..."

There were so many questions buzzing around in his head. What was happening? Who was she? What was she? Where were they? How did they get here? What the fucking hell had happened to him?

The questions piled up on each other as the dragoness finished the burger, balling up the foil wrapper and tossing it into the bag. She tilted her head as he stared, shaking her head with a smile.

"Well, you're lucid again. Didn't take too long."

"What...what did you do to me?" he whispered.

"You don't have to be quiet, you know. There's a spell on the car; nobody can see into it or hear what we're saying."

Well, that explained why everyone was just walking around the car as if there wasn't someone naked sitting in plain view. But -

"A spell? Magic? You...you can use magic?"

"Not much call for that in this world, I'm guessing?" The dragoness chuckled, shaking her head. "Guess not, if you're reacting like that."

"Magic...is real?"

"Where I come from, yeah. Some of it around here, but not very much. It's probably mostly dead, waiting for someone like me to come along that still knows how to use it. So, how are you? Getting over that shock?"

"S-shock?"

"Me appearing in...whatever this is," the dragoness said, gesturing around her at the car. "You clearly didn't expect it. No teleportation here, either?"

Starly slowly shook his head.

"Hmm. Well, that means I'm just that much better than everyone, then."

"I - you - what are you? What do you want? Why are you still here?"

"Heh...you're lucky you're cute, little fox. Otherwise, we'd not be talking right now. But don't start pushing your luck, little one. I turned off your mind once. I can do it again."

She turned off his mind. That...was oddly more terrifying than he expected, and he shivered as he held his mouth shut. The dragoness reached into the bag and pulled out a cup of french fries, nibbling on one after another.

"I'll give this food credit; it's better than the stuff that you could get running around in the last one."

He didn't respond. It was hard to think when all the impossible things of the last five minutes were crashing down on him one after another. She came from a different world, she had magic, she was naked, she could just control him, she was naked, she wanted something, she was naked -

"You're staring," she said, her lips tilting up with an amused smile. "See something you like?"

"I - you - it's - you -"

"Let me guess. Not much naked here, either?"

"N-no."

"Well, I'll be changing that."

"You can't -"

"Oh, I can. And I will. Observe, little one. I already have."

"W-where?"

The dragoness nodded at him, and Starly had a sudden, embarrassing awareness of just how much the seat was wrapped around his ass. The fennec's cheeks burned as he slowly looked down.

Just as he feared, he was almost completely naked. The only clothing that he had to his name was a new collar around his neck, a cock-ring around his groin, and a pair of anklets just above his feet, with links of chain so thick that they might as well have belonged to a dungeon set. His mouth went dry, and his cock...

His cock started pushing up.

"Nnngh..."

He covered his groin, trying not to look even more ridiculous. They'd already picked up food, which meant that she must have sent him to get it, which meant -

"You made me get you food while I was naked?!"

"Nobody noticed," she said, shrugging. "And besides, I was bored. I wanted some eye candy."

"So you made me strip?!"

"Honey, you have a good ass. If it wasn't for the fact that I was relaxing right now, getting my breath back, I'd have you bent over this thing - what is this thing called, anyway?"

"A car."

"Yes. Bent over the car and your ass in the air, stuffed full of cock."

"You - you -"

She idly flicked her cock from one leg to the other, and he couldn't help but stare. There was something so casual about it - and about her - that his breath just kept catching in his throat every time that she stated some new 'fact' about his reality. Everything she did, she did with the air of someone that was never wrong, and if they happened to be wrong, they just changed the world until they were right.

It was terrifying.

It was arousing.

He blushed as his cock continued to slowly emerge from his sheath, trying not to pay too much attention to it creeping up against his fingers or the feeling of it getting so very stiff so very quickly. The cock ring around his sheath and balls meant that it was getting easier for him to get hard, too, which wasn't making it any easier to ignore.

Starly bit his lips as he looked around, trying to find a better way to come at this. He doubted that he could just run away; she'd kept him from being seen when he was ordering the food, yes, but that didn't mean that she'd be nice enough to keep his nudity a secret if he tried to leave her. And if he didn't do what she said, who knew what else this strange being could, or would, do to keep him around?

That said...

"Why...why me?" he asked.

"Heh, better question. Honestly? I wasn't aiming for anyone in particular when I arrived. I just happened to ping to this car, and you were the only one in it."

That didn't make him feel particularly better. If anything, that only made him that much more concerned. And yet, she hadn't been...cruel, yet. Strange, and more than slightly depraved, but -

"You have any other questions?" she asked.

"...Are you going to...do anything else to me?" Starly asked.

"Heh. Yes. Oh, yes."

The way that she said those few words with such a throaty, sultry tone sent more of a shiver down his spine than anything that he might have heard from the gym. She was into this, intentionally teasing him.

Her eyes, filled with the same bright pink light as when she'd first landed, meant that it was impossible to tell just where she was looking. Yet, as she kept her head tilted toward him, he imagined that she was giving him the up-and-down looks that so many of the males at the gym did. He shivered to think of himself as nothing more than her piece of meat, and yet, at the same time, found it impossible not to get turned on by it. The sheer insanity had reached such heights that it was impossible to be bothered by it anymore, and his attention went, instead, to the possibilities of staying with her, and what someone with this much power could do.

He opened his mouth, only to get a french fry shoved past his lips. He yelped, nibbling on them as the dragoness chuckled.

"You will do what I say, and you'll have a good time."

"Mmmph...mmph.." After chewing and swallowing, he cleared his throat rapidly and shook his head. "And...and if I don't?"

"Then I'll have to make sure you do. And we both know how easy that is now, don't we?"

"..."

"Any other quick questions?"

"...Are you...are you going to stay...with me?"

"Oh, for now. I need a guide, after all, and you're a convenient first one. If I get a better offer, then I'll probably move on. I'll drag you with me if you impress me, but that will be some time, I'm sure."

He nodded, barely pulling himself back together enough to start looking at his potential future again. He'd always imagined himself going to the gym time and time again until one of the guys there decided that they liked the look of him, thought that they'd like a foxy cock-sock in their bed enough to take him home, and then see where it went from there. He hadn't had any thoughts of ever meeting something like this -

Course you didn't, she's impossible.

And yet, here she was, not just giving him access to the capability of being naked in public like this, not just bossing him around, but looking sexy as hell. His eyes kept going back to her shamelessly naked body, to her dick, to her heavy, full breasts, to her bare feet, and then back through the list once more. She didn't seem to care in the slightest that he was staring. In fact...

In fact, her cock was slowly going up as he looked back down at it again. He bit his lips as he imagined that thing being put to use on him. The sheer size difference between them meant that it looked even bigger than it was, and it already looked big. At least seven inches soft, and it was still getting bigger, rising up over her balls, swelling and stiffening bit by bit, and he realized that it would probably reach between eleven and twelve inches when it finally hit full size. The fact that the car was starting to smell like sex didn't help, either, and the cock ring kept him from having any chance of going soft himself.

The dragoness tossed the last of her french fries in the bag, pulling her arms behind her head and getting as comfortable as one her size could in the tiny little car. She chuckled as she fixed him with a firm stare.

"I think it's time to see your place."

"You, uh...you want me to..."

"Of course." She smiled. "After all, you are my guide...my belonging...my toy. Yes, toy works."

"Oh god..."

"Is there a problem, 'Toy'?"

"Mmm-mm," he said, shaking his head as he sat up a little straighter in his seat. "No problem."

"Good. And, Toy?"

"Yes?"

"Call me Mistress."

"Y-yes, Mistress."

He fumbled the keys multiple times as he tried to get the car started, and he stared straight ahead, not risking looking at her out of the corner of his eye. He didn't know how he would react to someone making him call them by such a title, and if he was going to be driving, then he needed to keep distractions to a minimum.

No matter how badly he wanted them.

They pulled up outside the apartment building fifteen minutes later, and the dragoness stepped out of the car onto the hot pavement just outside. He waited for a hiss or a wince, but she didn't seem to feel the heat coming off the ground. She leaned against the car, her bulk making the whole vehicle shift alarmingly towards her.

"This whole building is yours?" she asked.

"Uh, uh, no," he said, climbing out and hoping that the spell still worked. God, he was naked, he was completely naked, wearing a collar, and - "It's just one unit in the building."

"...Hmm. And the size of this 'unit'?"

"Uh...I guess...five parking spaces, arranged in different shapes."

"Five?!"

He winced. Apparently, that wasn't the answer that the dragoness wanted to hear. She harrumphed, fluffing out her wings and spreading the leathery limbs out as far as they would go, casting shade over his car, the one on his side of it, and the other car on her side. The sheer size of those limbs sent a shiver down his spine, and he wondered if she could fly with those things. She probably could.

"I guess I'll have to work, then. I was hoping I could avoid that."

"Um...what does that mean, Mistress?"

"You'll see. Come."

She stalked forward, and he followed. He muttered directions up the steps, following in the damp but drying footprints that she was leaving behind. Once they reached the steps, he was at the perfect height to stare at her ass as he followed her up the stairs, blushing all the while at the soft, jiggly thing sliding against itself. That big, round rump was a perfect fantasy, and his cock bobbed up and down with every step for reasons that had nothing to do with gravity and momentum.

They passed by four different people, and each person had a perfect chance to see the naked hermaphrodite in front of him or his own nudity, but they never did. Instead, they just walked by as if he didn't exist. He bit his lips, embarrassed and aroused to an extent that he wasn't sure that he could cope with.

But he would find a way. She was giving him little choice.

They reached the top floor, and he pointed out the door to his apartment. The dragoness looked at it, her eyes glowing brighter, and she snapped her fingers. He heard the lock break, and she shoved the door open. She took one look around the main room of the apartment and shook her head.

"That is far from enough."

"Well, it's...it's what I can afford."

"Under me, you will have better. And so will I."

There was something grand in the way she said it, and grander in how she held her hands up. That same bright, violet light streaked out of the corner of her eyes, traveling like snakes down her arms, only to burst into ephemeral flames at her fingertips. The fennec took a step back from her, only to freeze as his back touched a wall that wasn't there. He was trapped with her.

She didn't speak, nor did she make any grand gestures as magicians did in the stories. Instead, she gathered her hands together, then clapped them once. The violet fire surged outwards, leaping from her hands to the walls and spreading upon them like a wildfire. Where they touched, the world expanded and contracted at the same time, shrinking close and pulling away all at once. His head hurt trying to make sense of it, but he couldn't bring himself to look away. He had to see what was happening, what would be the end of it.

Before his eyes, the apartment changed. It was as if he was looking into a diorama, one that expanded almost infinitely into the distance. Pillars grew where once there was nothing. His couch, the one piece of decent furniture in the living room, warped into a throne of cushioned plush, standing tall over the rest. Starly bit his lips as he watched the entirety of his apartment get molded into a palace of one great hall and several adjacent rooms.

It wasn't a perfect change, of course. The walls were still speckled with his posters, and they, themselves, had been modified as well. They were stretched out, no longer in the right aspecting, and he could tell that they had been sexualized to a degree that even he blushed at. The shirtless front-man of his favorite band, formerly cupping his bulge in those tight leather pants, had been stripped completely naked, hanging by his ankles in suspension bondage, his vocals coming from a microphone to his throat since his mouth was stuffed full of cock.

And so it went with everything else. Everything was expanded, sensualized, aggrandized, and he couldn't find the words to comment on it.

The dragoness stepped inside, shaking her head.

"I hate it when that happens...Nothing works right when I first get here."

"This...this wasn't what you meant to do?"

"Obviously. Little one, do you think that this is enough?"

Enough? This would have been sufficient space for six families, if not more. How much space did she need?

She walked over to the throne, taking her place with her legs spread for once. Unable to help it, he looked past her balls to the space between her legs, and finally saw that she had a slit down there, too. A wet one, just as wet as her cock was hard.

As his Mistress flicked a finger, calling over a cushion that was already expanding into a pillow the size of a person, Starly cleared his throat. She looked back at him, and her expression softened.

"Ah, yes. Yes. You do need something, don't you?"

"I, um..."

"Yes, Toy?"

"You keep calling me that...is that all I am?"

"For now, yes."

"Oh..."

"Don't be like that, little one. When it comes down to it, being a toy of a dragon is hard enough. Do you really think you'd be more so fast?"

He hadn't, but that didn't mean that the moment wasn't just a little embarrassing. The fox bowed his head, shutting the door behind him and leaning on it.

"Does...that mean you'll be..."

"Fucking you?"

"...I...I guess."

"Oh, yes."

His tail all but shot up over his head, and the dragoness chuckled. She stretched out her legs, resting them on the cushion before her throne, and flicked her tail at him.

"Come here. You can serve, now."

"I...yes, Mistress."

His cheeks burned as he crossed the massive hall that his living room had become. Gone were the cushions and carpet, replaced by patches of stone and soft rubber and many other wild materials that he didn't entirely understand. He went from walking on plush to walking on latex to bouncing on something that was almost a trampoline, and he honestly didn't care. Not even a little bit, because the dragoness was staring at him the whole time, that indulgent smile on her face as she kept calling him forward.

By the time that he reached her feet, she was hard, and he was dripping. He opened his mouth to ask what to do next, but she shook her head. Instead, she pointed down, right at her feet.

"Worship."

"Yes, Mistress."

The fennec fox dropped to his knees, putting him right on the level with her soles. The long, purple soles were soft and shiny, despite the fact that she'd been walking barefoot from the parking lot to the apartment unit. He'd thought that they'd be dirty, but no. They were just...damp. Damp and warm and with a scent that pulled him in. He sniffed at her toes, catching the heady scent of her musk, and he groaned as his cock throbbed all the harder, feeling the constraints of the ring that held it pinned in place.

Before she had to tell him what to do, he started licking, dragging his tongue along the bottom of her foot, working from her toes down to her arch and then to her heel, tracing a line of spit along the small droplets that had come about from the hot day. His cheeks burned all the more as he tasted what he was licking, from the salty sweat to the slightly heated, different taste of scaly soles.

I'm...I'm a toy.

It was the first time that he had admitted it to himself, and yet, it didn't bother him to think about it. If anything, it felt pretty damn sexy to have someone taking charge. Sure, it wasn't one of the gym men, but that didn't matter. It was someone that could do even more than they could, and who had already done something with his life to make it better than it had been.

As he dragged his tongue along her foot, tracing his way back up along the center of her sole and nuzzling into her toes again at the end, he thought about what she said. She'd leave if she found a better offer, a better place, but she would bring him with her if he made a good impression. That meant that he had a chance to keep all this, if he did a good job of pleasing her.

Somehow, that task only made him harder.

The fennec twirled his tongue up, twisting it around her toes. The taste had rapidly become the taste of submission to him, and his cock ached behind the cock ring that he wore. It throbbed, the knot fully inflated, and he whimpered as he fought the urge to reach down and touch himself. The constant layers of the Mistress's musk was making it harder and harder to think, and he bit his lips as he felt the need to just...just...

"What's the matter, Toy? Too much for you?"

"Nnngh...so much..."

"Lift your head."

He did, panting. For a moment, his vision almost felt...purple, like everything had taken a different tint. As he looked up to her eyes, as the scent faded, the world returned to normal. That, too, was enough to send a shiver down his spine.

"What...what..."

"Being a dragon's toy changes your world," she said, chuckling as she crossed her legs over her ankles, one foot over the other, the toes dancing and the scales shining from her sweat and his spit. "And you're going to be a very good toy, once I finish customizing you a little more."

"Mmmph...c-customizing?"

"I have a lot of magic, little one. I can do whatever I want. If I decided I wanted something different, you wouldn't stay a fox for long. I could turn you into a kobold...or a rat...or a stallion...or anything that I desired. My powers can make you do anything I want, whether or not you believe that it's right. I can warp your reality to be mine...just...like...that.

"So if you want me to stay impressed with you...you have your work cut out for you," the dragoness said, chuckling as she tapped his nose with her toe. "Do you understand what you're in for?"

"I...I think so."

"Heh. No, you don't. But you're trying. And that's something, little one."

"...What next?" Starly asked.

"Next?" His mistress chuckled. "Next, you're going to slide under my throne, and you're going to put your tongue to work on my ass."

"But - I thought -"

"You thought many things. And you are going to get to my dick, eventually. But first, you're going to show me that you know how to be a good, horny Toy under my ass, rather than just doing what you want."

"..."

"Or do I have to make you?"

Her eyes flashed in warning. Starly blushed, and if it had been another situation, one that didn't depend quite so much on his good behavior, he would have given a little brattiness a shot. Here, though, with his future on the line?

The fox darted around her, going under her chair. She spread her cheeks ever so slightly, revealing a pucker clenching tightly between them, and he dug his face between the shimmering scales.

"Good Toy...good..."

The End

Summary: A fennec fox is ambushed by a traveling Drakina, and gets dragged into a new life.

Tags: M/H, M/solo, Embarrassment, Nudity, Foot Fetish, Mind Control, Body Control, Magic, Reality Alteration, Dragoness, Drakina, Cock Ring, Slave, Fox, Fennec Fox, Size Difference, Dick,