Yoga to the C(l)ock
So, this story has a bit of a funny story behind it (if you catch my drift); while I was watching draconicon write the commission "Hacking Nor's Network", a few ideas went through my head, which he and I bounced off one another. Among these was the idea of Nor doing Tai Chi, while someone watched from within the room without Nor's knowledge. The idea stuck with me so well, I decided to take it up...although Tai Chi became Yoga when it became too complicated to find a decent chart for the motions. :-/
In any case, I hope you guys enjoy reading the story, and that you get a chance to check out Hacking Nor's Network as well. Many thanks go to Draconicon for inspiring this piece, and to the friends who proofread it before I posted it here. :-)
Yoga to the C(l)ock
Written by Taiko Akito Proofread by Skotavus and Draconicon
All characters were used with the permission of their owners, and are listed below. This story may not be redistributed without the permission of the writer or owners of the characters.
"Deeeeeep breath in..." the mule whispered to himself, before taking one such breath, his powerful chest rising from the action. Already the stresses of the day were leaving his mind, and his body was feeling quite a bit looser too. Of course, as his body could shapeshift to some degree, he wasn't usually a mess of knots and stiffness, but he couldn't deny it felt good.
He did find that a bit odd though, as he bent his legs and raised his arms upwards in the chair pose. He'd tried yoga before with a professional trainer, several times in fact, and it hadn't worked nearly as well as it was now.
Then again, most of those times he'd been fully clothed. As soon as he'd stripped down this time, completely naked, inside his apartment flat, he'd felt the techniques start to relax his body almost immediately. It didn't make much sense to him, especially since he was sure he wasn't doing the techniques quite right, but it felt good and that was what mattered.
After a small amount of time, and a few deep breaths, the mule slowly bent himself forwards, straightening his legs slightly, until his fingers were on the floor, spread out. As he stared at his hooves, however, a nagging thought crept into his head. The room...it felt too hot. The forward fold pose was stretching him in a good way, and he could feel his body getting better from it, but...there was just something wrong with the ambient temperature.
He tried to continue to the halfway lift, but no matter his attempts, his hands just slipped across his legs. It continued for a minute before the pose became uncomfortable, and the mule snorted as he straightened up. "Damned air conditioner..." he muttered, looking to the device settled against the wall.
Stretching a little to get himself oriented right for another go, another idea settled in the mule's head. The double-wide windows, currently with their curtains drawn. He'd closed them when he'd started, simply because the room's atmosphere had felt perfect, and the curtains had been pulled shut when he'd stripped off. Maybe there was a breeze or something that could take care of the heat...
The windows were set with a catch, but even as he tried to open the windows without pulling the curtains back, the mule decided that he could afford a little sunlight in the room. Besides, he was fairly high up as far as apartments went, and it wasn't likely that someone else would be spying specifically on him. Sure, it was the city, but people had better things to do.
Reasoning sound, he locked the doors down, and with the sunlight and breeze of a summer afternoon streaming in, the mule felt so much better. Both were gentle and relaxing forces on him, and he quietly shut off the air conditioner, just to save on energy and sound.
As he did, he noticed a full-length mirror off in the corner, reflecting his every action. Normally the mirror was in a closet somewhere, but he had vague memories of bringing it out for some event or another. He tried to think back on when that was, but the idea was lost when he got the idea to pose in front of it. He didn't see himself naked often.
Well, not naked as the superhero Nor anyways. Red and blue fur, set in a seemingly random, tye-dye like pattern, set from head to hoof, white eyes like those for a mask, and muscles that would make him a decent contender in a bodybuilding contest. That was Nor in a sentence, and that sentence perfectly described him.
Giving his reflection a friendly grin, Nor flexed his arms for an invisible audience, bulging his muscles in a way a beach-faring jock would. He liked the bulge it made. Made him look stronger than he already did.
So, he did another pose, Charles Atlas style, crouching down with his arms raised above his head, holding the invisible world (or was it sky? The legend was one or the other) above him. "Hrrrr." he growled, chuckling to the expression that came with it. This was more fun than he remembered.
He caught sight of a pair of red lights in the corners of the room, one by the air conditioner. He was about to glance back, before he got another vague recollection about setting them up there. Something about wanting to track his progress, compare footage of himself with that of actual techniques...bah, he didn't care. It wasn't as though the footage was leaving the room.
Instead, Nor tensed his body up as much as possible, screwed up his face, and performed a classic Hulk pose. His arms curled inwards, body in a wide crouch, and a roar to his reflection, "Hulk smash!" He held the face for at least a minute, before he broke out in a small laugh, shaking his head to himself. "Oh, Denith, you are a card..." he said, before glancing down between his legs.
...huh. He'd forgotten he was naked there, for a moment. Hadn't even noticed his cock was dangling between his legs, soft but stirred enough that it was pointing at an angle rather than towards the floor. It swayed as he pulled himself up to a more casual pose, and he couldn't help but smirk to the mirror.
"Hot stuff here, waiting for business," he smoothly said, giving a quick kiss towards the mule in the mirror, giving a cocky grin back to the one it gave him. His hand reached down to give his large organ a small jack, licking his lips to the pleasant sensation of skin on skin.
Before he could get too caught up in the narcissism though, the mule casually pulled himself away from the mirror and settled back to where he'd been doing yoga, giving a few stretches before he started again from the top.
Straight back, arms and legs for the mountain, before bringing his hands down to his heart. Then to the familiar chair pose, as though he were going to dive off a board into a pool (his cock jumped to the idea of jumping into one as he was), before bending back down to the forward fold. He didn't seem to mind the sensation of his partially erect penis pressing into his abbs, nor did he think on the fact that his rump was directly facing the window, the breeze gently brushing his tail away to give anyone glancing in a fantastic view.
All he thought on was how relaxed the whole arrangement made him feel, and how he wanted to do nothing else but continue on.
Slowly, he brought himself up to the halfway lift, successfully this time, his hands below his knees, back gently bent, as he looked down to the floor, focusing on the mahogany hardwood. He could make out a few knots in the wood. Mmmm, the sunlight on his rump felt good. He bent down to the forward fold again.
Without toes to cling, he skipped back to doing another halfway lift before settling with the next part, the plank position. Settling onto his hands and knees, the mule carefully settled his feet on the edges of his hooves, and he straightened himself out so his back and legs formed a roughly straight line. His shaft once again was in a straight line towards the floor, although it was a bit longer than before due to being partially hard, enough that it actually rubbed against the cool mahogany. He had to bite his lip to ignore it.
It became harder to ignore when, against his better judgement, he shifted to the locust position, resting on his belly with his arms away from his sides and his legs tilted away from the floor. He avoided lying down on his steadily hardening cock, but it became more insistant when he moved his arms behind his back and held them together. It was almost like some of his captures, really, when the villains didn't want him to escape to alert higher authorities and managed to tie his arms and legs together. For a moment, it almost felt like they were actually tied together...but the sensation passed, and he felt so much better for it.
He relaxed further as he shifted back into the plank position, his cock no longer rubbing against the floor, although that was because it was rubbing up against his belly. His heart pounded in his chest, despite the deep, soothing breaths he took, and not even staring at the floor helped. He glanced up and to the mirror, noticing something odd in the reflection. Windows he was sure were closed in the building across from his, a block or so away...some of them looked, open...and there was a black shape that kept darting across the mirror, like a shadow with no body-
He was looking to the floor again. Nothing to see, he'd be able to see his reflection as much as he wished in the camera footage. See himself, see the mirror, see his rock hard cock. Mmmph, it felt good...hard...
Time ticked by slowly for Nor, as his deep breaths came in slow, and the moment stretched on and on, and on. The wind brushing against his ass cheeks was dying down, slowing, becoming like molasses in winter...
Of course, the true expense of this that Nor could appreciate was limited, being at the center of the entire event a good number of people were enjoying.
One of such people was standing beside him, out of sight from the window and mostly from the cameras' point of views. He was naked, clothed entirely in darkness even in the relative brightness of the room. In fact, even if Nor hadn't been set inside a field of stuck time, controlled by the dragon himself, it was dubious that he would be seen. He was special, as far as time was concerned. Could make the rain turn into a stream of clear buckshot from the sky for himself to admire, make a day pass into night with nary a thought for himself, or could pull himself back along his tracks with his memory intact, allowing him to choose any course for the day.
The mirror could see him though, which was something of a problem given how much it blabbered to anyone who gave it a second glance, but that was alright. He could edit the footage later, and it wasn't as though he couldn't edit a few minds too. Not with the little device in his hands.
All he had to do was speak into the mouth piece...
The longer Nor held the plank position, the harder his cock felt, and soon he couldn't keep his concentration up enough remember what it was that came next. He didn't want to just drop down and jack off...not yet anyways.
Instead, he carefully shifted his balance to his front, moving his rear half up till he was nearly bent over himself. Then, he shifted forwards into a wobbly but slowly steadying handstand, legs slowly moving up and spreading out to keep his balance. The sunlight shone across his built chest and his tight abs, the warmth spreading out over his groin as he got his legs parallel with one another.
A few times, he nearly felt himself fall over, but each time it was like a hand was guiding him, keeping his balance and helping him shift his legs into the proper position. Had it not been for the amount of exercise his superhero career required of him, and the flexibility his relaxed state gave him, Nor would have doubted he'd have been able to pull off such a pose. He felt like he was training for a position in Circe De Soleil, rather...than...
The dragon grinned at the spread position the mule was in, muscles very firmly on display for anyone in the right position. He was holding time still on Nor for a bit, allowing the rest of the world to get a good, prolonged view of those impressive assets normally covered by clothes. No matter how long he lived, the dragon never knew why people bothered with such things in the spring and summer.
Still, at least he was able to convince a few others to experiment, with the device he had. A few words in the mouth piece repeated a few times, and they were making decisions they had no idea were his. All short term, sadly, but small things could lead to big differences. A marvelous invention, when used right.
The dragon hadn't made it, or even bought it. He'd come across it during the apprehension of one of Novus Ager's seemingly endless villains, and the plundering of said villain's entire store of experimental devices. He wasn't sure who the villain was, or the forces who were doing the plundering (he supposed it was in the name of the law, but he didn't feel the need to check), but with his abilities it was even play to bypass their security and investigate the hoard himself.
He remembered it being both impressive and meager, both for the scale of its contents and for the pathetic number of actual successes it held. He'd only come across the one he'd end up using by accident, tripping over a discarded device (a trip he'd undone despite having nobody to lose face to) and reading the little tag that was attached to it. It was a failed project, but it was something he found interesting in concept, enough that he went on a whim to see what it could do when used right.
Out of sight from light itself, he slipped between Nor's legs and casually tasted at the full head of the mule's shaft. He'd caught his plaything after a shower, so his form was quite clean, no sweat nor lint to hinder the proper musk a man's body gave off. He could taste that delightful spice horses owned, followed by a mixing of the donkey's bland tang. Hybrids always had different tastes to him.
And of course, there was that pre, just at the center of the cockhead, waiting to be pillaged...
Nor groaned out, unexpectedly, as he felt what felt like a sudden burst of wind and heat wash over him. He kept his balance well enough, that unearthly hand keeping him upright, but that wasn't what caused him to groan out. It was from a sudden pressure at his urethra, as though something had tried to push in. It was sudden, it had come out of nowhere, and it had felt good, enough that his cock throbbed again, pre suddenly jetting out and running down his chest.
The burst of pleasure brought on in that one moment was followed by another, and another, each of them making the hero's arms shudder. He was strong enough to hold his position, to keep himself from wobbling to and fro, but the intrusions had no pattern, no reason, no source as far as he could see! Even when he looked up and watched his shaft throb, each burst came out of nowhere, something pressing up at the entrance to his cock and knocking, but never entering. By the seventh, he was outright panting, ready to settle back onto his feet.
...no, not yet. He could withstand this, he could stay, upright...he should stay upright. Just, hand turn, turn around, towards the mirror...he needed to, to practice, should he need, to do this, in the field...deep breath in, and out...in, and out...clear his head, ignore the pleasure...ignore the pre...
It was easy to shift Nor around on the spot, especially with those strong legs to act as handles. He was sure that the hero could have done it on his own accord, but with the frequency of the pre tastings, the dragon didn't want to risk it (nor stop the tastings). Besides, the people outside were probably wanting more ass to watch. Best not to leave them disappointed.
And while he was at it, perhaps some pokes down there would be warranted...
Nor could feel the blood rushing to his face as he faced himself in the mirror, and it wasn't just from staying upside down for so long. The sunlight running over his ass was only adding his libido, and already his cock was drooling pre quite actively over him. He'd tried to ignore it, to focus on the floor or the walls, or anything else, but he couldn't help it! He was too horny, and the sight of himself upright, sunlight streaming over his balls and backside, cock hard and drooling, and his chest being iced with random spurts...
That wasn't all though. Just as his cock was being tasted, his backside was being tensed, spasming to something warm and wet washing against it. The mule found himself unable to keep the deep breaths in, moaning out despite his attempts otherwise. His heart was racing, his balls were rolling in their sack, and...fuck!
With more grace than a man in his position should have, Nor managed settle himself on the floor in a roll, landing with a lesser thump than he expected. This didn't stop his ass from its twinges, nor his cock from its intrusions. Not even holding his hand over his groin helped, and when he reached back to feel what it was brushing against his ass, he got the sudden impulse to start fingering himself. "Mmmrph!"
Oh, what a wonderful device this was~ The dragon couldn't help but think that it was made just for him. With his grace of time allowing him to compress a few hours into a few moments and turn any passerby into his perfect plaything. Even in the future where whatever his name was had focused solely on the device, it hadn't gotten near this level of potency!
All the same, he was glad he'd decided to simply learn from that future rather than help start a revolution or somesuch to overtake the villain at the head of it. The world was much simpler with him as the sole owner of the device rather than it recovering from such a fate, even if it meant that his was a bit of a kitbash.
Still, even if the device was the size of a soccer ball, and had a few bits and ends sticking out, he was more than strong enough to carry it, and it certainly made the world easier to play around with. True, the device had been temperamental throughout his many, many, many attempts to upgrade it, breaking at a moments notice, which was not at all helped by the fact that there were no production plants dedicated to creating certain parts. He didn't care to think back on how many times it'd backfired onto himself.
Still, it worked better now than it ever had before in subsonic subliminal messaging. Now he could have his revenges...
Nor huffed as he found his fingers sliding in and out of his anus, somehow slick enough to do so without much discomfort. Shifting around to his knees for easier access, he tried to keep his hand from drifting lower, to stop himself from going into a mindless jack-off session. The window was open, after al- nobody was going to be watching, it was a Monday...but it was summer vacat- nobody was going to be watching, it was Monday...but there were two buildings that could look in through the windo- nobody was going to be watching, it was Monday. Busy Monday, midday...and he was getting really horny!
The mule's fur was starting to become wet with sweat, the room suddenly getting hotter than he remembered it being. His hand was already obeying his whims rather than his wont, stroking over his hard cock, spreading the dribbling pre over it. He didn't know what was overcoming him - hell, he'd been put through several orgasms only a couple days ago, seven in one night! He hadn't been expecting to be ready or willing for sex again for at least a week afterwards.
It seemed his body was a lot more willing than he had been ready to give it credit for, and it was doing a great job in convincing his will to go along for the ride.
Panting as his face remained hot, and his body catching up to it, Nor glanced about the room for something to help him sate his need. He briefly thought to go back to the shower and jack off there, but another thought immediately countered it. He wanted to jack off here, in this room, where he could sit down and relax. Where he could jack off in peace. Where he'd be able to look at himself, later...with the cameras...
Hmmmmm, he'd need to be careful with the cameras watching. They didn't tell nearly as much as the mirror, though, and he could afford to be a bit more ''in the moment'' than he otherwise would be. Such a silly phrase, though, being ''in the moment''.
Now, where was that toy...
Nor panted as he looked around the room, looking for a toy to use. What toy, he wasn't sure, he just got the urge to use one, to-
The sound of something falling over rather hard got Nor's attention, actually managing to distract him from his lust for a moment. The closet door creeped open, just beside the mirror. He could have sworn that was where the mirror was supposed to b-
His lust returned with a force, as he saw what it was that had pushed the door open. It was a dildo, thick, long, and ribbed, for maximum pleasure, and it even came with a suction cup on the base for riding easier. It reminded him of something he'd seen once on a website, a dragon model maybe...but, why was it there? He didn't buy-
Another intrusion at his cockhead, which was practically purple he was so aroused, caused Nor to brush over that small detail as he dove for the toy. Whether he bought it, he was given it, or it was his boyfriend's and was forgotten, he didn't care! He just needed it, and would put it back later!
Chest rising and falling in heaves, the mule hurriedly set the toy up in the middle of the room, just where he'd been posing to relax his body. With his back to the mirror, and his mind too clouded by need to register the shadows it showed him, Nor squatted above the foot-long dildo with all due haste, his cock bouncing with each corrective step he took. He briefly thought to get some lube for the toy, some kind of oil or somesuch from the kitchen.
The few seconds it would take was too great a sacrifice for him to take, he decided in an instant. Instead, he sat down, and groaned as his anus was spread apart by the thick head.
If there was one thing Nor was thankful for in his superheroing career, it was at how his body could stretch to accommodate whatever it needed to. His conflicts with villainy had a very frequent habit of turning sexual, with his chest on some crate or the floor, and his ass or mouth upturned for personal use. Many a villain in Novus Ager were endowed, and endowed well, despite some Fruedian costume designs they may have.
The latex toy wasn't quite as big as some of his previous foes, nor was it the biggest toy he'd ever had, but it was still thicker than average, and he could feel each rib as he went down. Nor had never admitted such before, but ribbed shafts always seem to draw something out of him. Something about the way his anus clamped around them, the nerves being teased by the rings until they came to the edge, only to clamp around the base of the next...it just made his body catch fire with each one.
With the sunlight streaming in from the lowering sun, adding to the sexy-fever that was running through him, the once-hero slowly pumped himself up and down the head of the toy, grunting each time he went over that first rib. Then, as though pushed, he came down across the second rib, and then the third, electricity running through his nerves and causing his cock to drool pre like a ketchup dispenser.
Unlubed, but too eager to care, Nor could feel himself coming closer and closer to a climax with every pump up and down, as though the toy were packing pleasure into him like a turkey. Up, down, a squirt of pre, up, down, pre, squirt of pre, up, down pre, up down pre, up down pre, up down-
"Mmmph!" he grunted as he pulled himself clear off the toy, ready to cum all over the puddle he'd made on the floor. "Gonna...cum..."
"Not yet." he barely heard, as a pair of hands reached up and pulled his shoulders down.
"Ooooohhh!" Nor groaned, as he felt his ass being speared again by a large, thick, ribbed cock, slipping down several ribs before he stopped, bouncing up again like a spring. Up, down, pre. It felt, thicker than before. Up down pre.
He didn't notice until the fourth revolution that the shaft he was pumping around was warmer than it had been before. Latex didn't warm up so quickly, he knew, so...why...Oh who cared why, it felt good and that was what mattered!
Faster, Nor rode the thick dragon cock, his cock bouncing with each jump, a near solid string dribbling out the front. Then, finally, as he took to the last rib, his ass pressing firm against something warm and hard, something that didn't feel like wood, but he didn't care what it felt like, prostate too abused and head too clouded to allow him to process any of this. Instead, he moaned, and his cock fired out its white, sticky load all over his mahogany floors, the puddle being fired out near as far as to the base of the window. The bliss the orgasm gave him made his head swoon, and he collapsed back into something that he could have sworn felt like a chest-
Sleep, now...just sleep...don't mind the mess, sleep...and dream of dragons mating you into the night...
And so he did. Eyes fluttering closed, the mule went limp on top of the impossibly black chest, groaning as his cock remained hard despite the power of the orgasm. Quietly, he was set back on the ground, the cock in his ass replaced in an instant by the once abandoned dildo, no longer set on the floor.
The room was empty, aside from the slumbering mule, framed quite nicely by the sunlight streaming in from outside the window. At least a few others watched him sleep, taking photographs or even low quality videos of the events, unable to get a clear or steady view of it all. However, in the sole moment everyone blinked, or shifted their focus away from the scene, someone managed to find the time to hang a wide sign in the windowsill, taped so it would remain upright despite the breeze coming through.
It was a web address, that of a well known and used porn site for ameteur videos to be posted for anyone to see. It wouldn't work for a time, but in a few hours (about the time it would take for someone to edit together a video or two) it would be viable. The account it led to was one that had been set up for a while, although if anyone had paid attention to it, it had been empty for a long time, before suddenly becoming a collection of someone cosplaying as Nor.
The costume was amazing work, near an exact replica of the hero, even down to the pictures that slipped out of the hero after a few of his more ''personal'' victories, although several others would point out minor flaws, or how the voice was clearly too high for someone like Nor.
Still, nobody complained about the actual content that was placed on the site involving this character; there was one of him doing naked yoga, and another of him playing with himself in front of a mirror. Of course, the most popular video by far was the one of the cosplayer preparing himself for his dragon boyfriend, stretching his ass out before riding his scaled stud off to an orgasm.
Each video was intercut with different angles, although the sound quality wasn't the best, and it wasn't long before they were pirated off the original site and set onto others. It wasn't a massive, underground hit, but it brought a new sect of fans for the hero out of the woodwork. Gifs were made and spread, images archived on both forums and desktops for the rest of the internet's life.
The original profile was deluged by commenters asking both for more and for costume tips for themselves in imitating the Novus Ager defender. None of them were ever answered, and the profile went quiet again after the upload.
The dragon sighed happily as he surveyed the impact his little adventure had, knowing that Nor wouldn't catch onto it all despite the footage having been edited and uploaded from his own computer. It had been trivial to simply wait until the computer was used again and simply observing the password that went into it, although it had taken a decent while to find the password to the mule's inactive porn account for the footage. Why he didn't simply make a fresh one, the dragon didn't really know. Maybe it was just laziness that kept him from spending more effort than necessary.
Still, it felt satisfied now, enough that it could leave this time and place for something more...to, the origin...
The black dragon grunted as he felt his consciousness settle back into his head, pulling himself up and to his feet. The couch hadn't been his first choice of rest, but it had sufficed when he'd gotten the plan together, and the bedroom wasn't the roomiest when it came to enacting magical rituals. It was rather dangerous invading a place like Novus Ager and mucking about with as much magic as he had, especially to settle as petty a grudge as he had.
Not that mucking about and creating an avatar in time and space was really much easier, but it at least made sure that the city, or any other forces, couldn't trace the interference back to himself. Besides, he got to make sure a supervillain didn't rise to power, and he now had a few designs should he decide to try out the technological side of mental domination. It was a good trip all things considered.
Casually, he picked up a wine glass that had been set aside, spinning about the red drink within and watching the legs form with his pure white eyes. "Now maybe Taiko will start writing what he promised to, instead of more smutty escapades of a mule in a red and blue suit..." he muttered, before taking a sip and heading to his library. He needed something else to take up his mind, now.
Nor belongs to Taiko AKito
The Dragon belongs to Draconicon