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[b][u][center]Big Tent for the Big Man

For Magnus Strange

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

Slazeric could hear the crowd outside his' dressing room,' roaring at the top of their lungs for the show to begin. The great naga chuckled to himself, adjusting a top-hat to hang slightly to the side before tugging on his vest. The gold and purple didn't cover much, but it didn't have to. With his chest exposed, it gave him a bit more of a jaunty air, something for the people to stare at. It made some of his performances all the more…engaging.

He chuckled as he looked behind him, enjoying the zonked-out look of the three assistants that had come backstage to 'help' him. It hadn't taken much, to be honest. A simple gaze, a little tweak of their minds, and they'd fallen all over each other to get a chance to help him in any way possible. Including with some of his pre-show 'tension.'

The two foxes and one mouse continued staring blankly at him as he slithered past them, rubbing the cum still oozing down the mouse's face into his fur that much more in the process. He paused at the curtains and looked back at them again.

“Enjoy each other until I get back…no cumming, but fuck away."

The sound of the mice getting stuffed between the two foxes was music to his ears, particularly as the wet slaps and humps were but a prelude to his proper show.

Slazeric slithered around the backstage areas until he reached the lift that would bring him up to the stage. He coiled himself in the center of it, and pressed his hand to the brim of the top-hat, just to get the right look—no need to go up looking like less than he was, after all.

In short order, the lift rose, and a panel above slipped out of the way. The naga held his breath as he rose through a cloud of smoke, hearing the noise of the crowd get louder by the moment. Higher, higher, until the lift clicked into place. The sound was all but drowned out for him, and he knew that the crowd had no chance of hearing it.

[i]Showtime.[/i]

The naga, sweeping his tail, cleared smoke from around him and relished in the gasps from the audience. He knew that he dominated the stage. Slazeric always did, under the big top of Pleasure Island. Slazeric uncoiled himself, letting his tail flop down behind him as he slithered to the edge of the stage, addressing the audience with a wide grin on his face.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Big Tent Circus. What makes us different from all those shows back on the mainland? Well, that will have to be seen to be believed…but let me tell you, it is something that you will never forget for the rest of your lives."

What a crowd, indeed. Most of the audience members were humans, though he could see a few of the anthros that had started filling out the world in the crowd, as well. Slazeric imagined that, sooner or later, the anthros would outnumber the humans. It was only a matter of time, considering their corruptive ways…and his own.

For the moment, however, he would have to continue with his 'work' and see where it took him.

His eyes flicked over the crowd, looking for the signs of the right subject. Nobody too quiet, and nobody too loud, either. An excellent middle ground, someone that looked like they were tough, but couldn't quite pull it off when it came down to it.

And there, right there, in the front row, was the perfect candidate. Someone is already elbowing his friends, commenting on smoke machines, talking about how he, Slazeric, was nothing more than a man in a costume. Well, …that couldn't be allowed.

“You there!"

The naga pointed at a young man wearing a sports jersey, and immediately the human sputtered and coughed, almost spitting out his drink. Slazeric ignored the mess, moving right to the very edge of his stage.

“You there. Do you think that you have the fortitude to withstand the rigors of my show? Are you brave enough to stay in the face of the unknown?"

“What are you talking about, snake, man?"

“I speak of the mystic unknown, of the ancient secrets that you've all come to see. And as any follower of the secrets knows, I need a volunteer! Do you feel brave enough to stand with me, and join the show?"

“…What the fuck, why not?"

The naga, grinning, waved the human forward, and stifled a chuckle at the way that the young man was egged on by his friends. If they knew what would happen tonight, they probably wouldn't be so eager to get him on stage. Then again, if any of them knew the truth of the island, he imagined that they wouldn't be so…eager…to be here in the first place.

[i] He's not as tough as he looks,[/i] Slazeric thought as he examined the human, taking in the view of him. Muscled, yes, and probably one of the football players at the nearby college, but not nearly so brave as he was pretending. The naga could not only see the slight beads of sweat forming on the human's face, but he could [i]feel[/i] the nervousness pouring off of him.

Demon heritage had its perks, after all.

The human mounted some of the stairs at the side of the stage, walking along until he stood only a few feet away. The naga gestured at him and pulled him a bit closer.

“So, young man. What's your name?"

“Sean."

“Sean, hmmm? Well, I think from now on, we'll just call you the eye candy."

The crowd laughed at that, and Sean blushed a bit. Ignoring the slight embarrassment, he slithered around the human, starting to form a circle of his coils just a few inches away from his volunteer. Slazeric knew it wouldn't take long to start breaking this man. Perhaps one of the better-educated members of the crowd would have been able to hold out for longer, but this one? He doubted it would take more than ten minutes to break him.

“Now…Sean…I want you to look into my eyes for a moment because this is very important. You don't want to go into the show without knowing what to expect, do you?"

“Yeah, whatever."

“Heh, now, look at me."

The human looked up, and Slazeric looked back. The human's brown eyes flickered for a moment, and soon echoed the blue of the naga's own, rippling out from the center in a slow series of circles.

Slazeric had him and laid a hand conspiratorially on Sean's shoulder. To everyone else, he knew it would look like he was just discussing the ins and outs of the trick with his new assistant. In reality, he was programming him, whispering the truth of his new life.

He felt the twitching muscles beneath his fingers, the soft resistance that tried to surface as he whispered Sean's new thoughts to him. He felt the human's attempt to pull away, but even the slight grip he had was sufficient to keep the young man in place. The naga's eyes drilled deeper into his thoughts, piercing the weak defenses he had, which had been further weakened by whatever he'd been drinking.

[i]Oh, young man, you have no idea of what you've stepped into…[/i]

The naga's coils still formed a circle around his volunteer, and it left him with ultimate power within those coils. Some might have called it something like a summoning circle, or a magic seal. Such terms didn't matter for him; all that did matter was that whatever was within his coils were not just physically helpless to his power, but mentally, as well. Only Magnus could resist that, and Slazeric wasn't sure even the great one could have, with sustained use.

Not that he would ever try. He had too good a deal here.

Deeper and deeper, his power penetrated the human, and soon, he felt Sean slump against his grip. He tightened his fingers on the young man's shoulder, keeping him upright so that he wouldn't fall over, and chuckled.

It was the work of seconds to place the command of obedience in Sean's head, and only the matter of a couple more to wake the human up. As he wobbled back and forth on the stage, Slazeric turned to address the crowd again.

“Don't worry. Sean will be with us again in a moment. After all, he needs to learn his instructions properly. But while he's getting ready, let me ask. Have all of you been carded for age?"

The crowd chuckled but nodded back at him. The naga nodded back.

“Good, because now you're going to see why. Sean, strip!"

The stumbling human immediately stopped his wobbling, whipping around with the reddest face that the naga had seen on a human. He sputtered for a moment, almost like he was too angry to find words…and then his arms started to move.

Slazeric smirked as the crowd gasped, watching as Sean started pulling at his jersey without even being aware of it. The human was still spluttering and sputtering as his hands dragged it up past his belly button, dropping a white undershirt down after a few seconds. It wasn't until he saw the jersey rising over his head that he realized what was happening, and even then, Sean was shocked to silence before he could speak further.

It wasn't until his sweater hit the floor that he turned to the audience, shouting his head off.

“I'm not doing this! I swear, I'm not doing this. Hey, snake, make this stop! I'm not –"

“Don't worry, everyone. This is completely normal. I think Seans just embarrassed that the show needs him to be naked. But he's still being a good boy and doing what he's told."

“I'm not! I swear I am not doing this! Please, please, stop!"

The naga didn't say anything, merely letting the show continue. The crowd started chuckling, some of the girls in the stands holding their hands over their eyes while others leaned forward and stared as the young man pulled his shirt off. As Sean kicked off his shoes, the naga pulled his hat off of his head, dusting it while watching the show out of the corner of his eye.

[i]Machines, smoke, and mirrors, hmm?[/i] he thought as the human started working the buttons of his jeans, still shouting that this wasn't his choice, that he wasn't doing it willingly. [i]Let me show you the real power of magic around here.[/i]

It didn't take long for the human to be stripped down to nothing, his dick hanging down as he threw the last bit of his clothes off of the stage. They were so far off that, even if Slazeric released the hold now, Sean would be completely nude for a handful of seconds before he could grab them and hold them in front of his nakedness.

It was perfect.

“Now, Sean, be a good boy and come back here."

The command roped him before he could think of leaving, and the naga chuckled as the human's blush got worse and worse as he came back. By the time Sean stood by him, the human was about as red as a tomato.

Slazeric gestured down at the human's crotch, and all eyes went down to that tiny little worm of a thing that stood out through a thatch of hair.

“Now, everyone, while this isn't very impressive, it wouldn't be much of a show if I couldn't do something with it. Of course, with all that my assistant has said about smoke and mirrors, it probably wouldn't do much for [i]him,[/i], but let's see if I can give you people a better view, hmm?"

It was just a matter of thinking to drive the human to hardness, and just a little more to make him bigger than he was. Of course, that did involve a bit of mirror magic, but not the sort that the crowd was thinking. Just a little something that he'd put beneath the stage, something that Sean would see more of later.

But for now, it took the human's puny little erection – barely more than four and a half inches – and stretched it out to something bigger, six inches, seven, eight, nine, all before the crowd's gasps and shouts of awe.

“Please...this isn't me! I'm not doing – how are you making this –"

“Oh, Sean…"

The naga leaned in, whispering to him.

“You should never doubt the power of a demon…" He pulled his head back. “Now, Sean has been given quite the gift, don't you think? So I believe it's time for him to pay a small price for it. Sean? Call me, Master."

“Master. Wait, no, I didn't mean to say that! I meant to say 'master.' No, I mean, 'master!' Why can't I say 'master?'"

“As you can see, everyone, he's quite happy to do what he's told, as long as he has sufficient motivation and gifts to earn it. Ah, but the times when you could just ask for loyalty by the gift of a bigger cock. Simpler times, right?"

The audience laughed, and Sean whimpered, too quiet to be heard by anyone but him. The naga smiled. If the human thought that this was torment, he had no idea of what would come next…

Slazeric had his fun with Sean, parading him across the stage like a puppet. The crowd laughed as he made the human dance and skip from one end of the stage to the other, his cock bouncing and slapping up and down, swinging around like some club rather than a soft piece of flesh and meat. Moving across the stage, then going right to the edge of it, posing for the girls and boys.

Slazeric had the human come back to him and kneel in front of him, resting his cocks over the human's head. A whisper and the human went still, only to slowly lean back as if he was some sort of acrobat, flexible enough to contort himself in half to reach for the naga's cocks.

The audience laughed as the human worked his mouth down the pair of shafts, working his way down them like a pro-cock-gobbler. The naga grinned, rubbing the human's throat as the audience took pictures, doubtlessly posting them all over the place.

He made the human get down on all fours, walking around until he could no longer stand on two legs. He made the human bark rather than speak. He made the young man walk to the edge of the stage and shake his ass at the audience. He made him offer his neck for a collar, and then act like he'd lost his mind to dog-hood.

It was all so easy…and all so satisfying.

#

He didn't let it end with the end of the show. Even as the audience filtered out, Slazeric gripped the leash and pulled the human along with him. He let the dog-brain stay on, allowing the human to continue to think of himself as a canine until they left the tent.

[i]Hmmm…[/i]

It would have been simple enough to walk through the island with Sean like this. There was no law against property being kept in the nude, nor any issue with him showing off someone like this. However, other “showmen" of the island would likely find the idea of poaching a human off of him too tempting to resist, and the last thing that the naga needed was to find another toy after working so hard on this one.

So, he took the shortcut.

A mirror placed outside of the tent let him press a hand to it, and then step through. The magic of mirrors and curses was a simple one to play with. He merely needed to go where a memory of his reflection waited, back in his palace on the island. He flowed through the reflective material, only to immediately step out in a hallway of curved mirrors and straight mirrors, rimmed in all sorts of materials.

The naga finally released the human from the control, and immediately Sean leaped to his feet, grabbing at the collar and tugging at it from every direction.

“I wouldn't bother, human. There's nothing that you can do to remove that, particularly as you were the one to put it on."

“This is bullshit! There's no such thing as magic. You just…you did something to me. What sort of drug did you use? I'm gonna call the cops as soon as I'm out of here, I swear to –"

“Good boy."

The human went silent with nothing more than the word; his mouth clamping shut even as he tried to keep talking. Whimpers and groans were all that got through, something that amused the naga to no end.

He tugged the leash, dragging the human through the different hallways around him. The reflections were continually shifting, some showing them as they were, while most looked more like they had gone mad, entering some sort of 'wonderland' of perversity and craziness. Shapes that weren't even physically possible were reflected at them, and Slazeric chuckled to himself.

“I suppose you are more confused than anything else at the moment. As long as you are a good boy and keep your mouth shut, I'll explain the situation that you've found yourself in. Are you going to be a good boy?"

It was a pointless question. Every time that the naga used the trigger, it kept the human from acting like a human. He was rendered increasingly more animalistic, more obedient, every time that it was used. But three would leave him with his mind intact enough to remember what was going on, at least, so that was something.

“You see, I am but one of the demons of this island, one creature, one showman, but one that enjoys what he does. Of course, there is only so much I can do without an audience, without staff, and most importantly, without my many adoring fans. I need to keep some of them around for moral support, if nothing else, and when I find someone that thinks I am merely another of those cheating stage magicians…

“Well, you made yourself a target, and you only have yourself to blame."

He chuckled, taking his top-hat off as they reached one of the many bedrooms scattered throughout his palace, lifting his coils so that he could pull himself onto the bed. The human followed, sitting down at the foot of the bed like a dog, and he chuckled.

“That's a good…person.

“Anyway, you are now in the middle of my palace, and that means that you have only one chance to maintain any degree of your freedom. You want to listen at this point, or you will not have a good time."

The human slowly turned to face him, and Slazeric could see that it was a genuine struggle. The dog brain must have been particularly strong for him there, but it was more amusing than anything else.

“Yes, yes, look at me. Look at me, listen.

“This is the palace of mirrors, and you'll find that all the different mirrors have different effects. Some of them will mirror your desires back at you, while others will transform you to something different. A distorted you, if you will. How? Well, my mirrors don't reflect reality. Reality reflects them.

“Every hall of the palace is lined with them. You, human, must find a way out of the palace before I can catch you. If you can do that, then you will have your freedom, and a brand new cock to go with it. If you do not…well, then I have claimed you a second time, and properly. And you will be mine for the rest of your days."

Slazeric chuckled, reaching out and undoing the collar around the human's neck. It was a simple clasp for him, and as soon as it came off, Sean gasped, shaking his head. The dog's brain was gone…for now.

“I'd suggest that you start running, human. I'm only giving you a small head start."

The young man was off like a shot, running for the corridor that they'd just come from. Slazeric waited for a few seconds, then slowly shook his head.

[i]He should have gone for any of the others. If he can make it out of there, I'll have to check to see if he has any demon heritage.[/i]

The naga didn't plan on chasing down the human. If the human did escape, he would have earned it, and if he didn't, then there was no need to go running after him. The mirrors were the most effective traps he had ever conceived. One didn't have to look into them to be entrapped; all one had to do was create a reflection, and avoiding that was next to impossible.

Still, it would be fun to watch to see if the human could do anything. He reached for a crystal ball, and waved his hand over it, watching through the many mirrors that lined his palace.

It didn't take long to find him. The human was about three turns down, having run behind debris and armor, portraits, and other decorations to keep himself out of the mirrors. A surprising bit of foresight seemed to have led him to take one of the sensual paintings off of the walls near the bedroom and carry it with him, covering most of his body from the mirrors.

Admirable, but useless in the long run. Not all of the mirrors would be so friendly, not without Slazeric there to stifle them.

He watched as the human passed one mirror that started to freeze the portrait and another that set it on fire. Sean dropped it, ducking past another that gave him a razor-sharp haircut from a crack in the glass, and then another that sucked him towards the flattened, rounded surface.

[i]Keep trying, human, but there are as many distortions of reality as there are mirrors. You will be caught, eventually, even if only by your mind snapping to bits.[/i]

The snake reclined on his bed, looking at the show going on in the mirrored ball. Sean was sweating from head to toe, his entire body covered in the evidence of his exertions. His body went from blue to green, to yellow to red, and then back to normal as he passed various mirrors. His head warped, becoming a twisted, swirling hole of its former self, before another mirror restored it, while another mirror left him stretched, twisted to a taller, thinner body.

That helped, for a while, but there were too many mirrors making realities to keep an advantage for long. Soon enough, the mirrors stopped Sean, slowing him down as a flattened, puddle-like form, and he could only waddle forward.

The human came to an intersection, and the snake smiled.

[i]Will you go to the right, Sean, and find the mirrors of illumination? Or left, to the mirrors of ferality?[/i]

Sean went left. Slazeric smirked.

[i]Well, well, it seems I may have a new pup in my house…[/i]

He shifted the mirror view to the one at the very end of the left-hand hall, just in time to see Sean turning it down. The young man looked like he was about to lose his mind, his flattened eyes looking wild and haunted. It was no surprise. This place was one that would break one's conceptions of reality, and he doubted that it would do anything less to Sean if he didn't get out soon.

But this hall was something special, and Slazeric looked from one mirror to another. Every frame was adorned with the carvings of a different beast. Dragons to werewolves, vampires to great cats, all of them more bestial than anything else. The hall of ferality, a place where powers of beasts had been gathered to reflect on those that passed.

But which one would the human find himself facing?

Slazeric smiled as the dragon one was dodged, ducked under. A pity for Sean; the force of a dragon might have been some condolence for the loss he was about to have, but he had skipped it out of fear. Likewise, the charm of the vampire, despite its bloodlust, and the grace of a wild cat.

No, when he was finally reflected, he was in the silver frame of the werewolf mirror, and the change was too quick to stop.

Sean slumped against the wall as the change slammed into him, the human helpless as his body began to grow long, shaggy silver fur. It sprouted from the back of his neck, first, and worked its way down his body. Further and further, it went, getting thicker as it went down his back and then around to his belly, and getting longer in the tail that was already sprouting from his back.

[i]Give in to the change, young man. There is nothing you can do now.[/i]

It was a pity that the human thought he could fight. The mirror took his humanity away in the twinkling of an eye, ripping fur out through his pores and dragging him forward. His back crunched as it hunched, a great hump pushing out of the top of his spine, and his legs cracked, forcing him to walk in a bent-over state. Ankles and heel lifted higher and higher, as did his knees, giving him the legs of a feral dog rather than a human, and his hands twisted and warped.

It was always a pleasure to watch someone utterly lose their body to the change. Slazeric lazily stroked himself to the sight of Sean's hands becoming paws, fingers blunting and losing their flexibility, nails turning to sharp claw that would remove any delicate handling. Bit by bit, he lost all that made him…him.

The mirror wasn't without benefit, of course. Thick muscles bulged in the werewolf's arms and legs, in Seans chest and abs. His teeth grew long and healthy, and his nose would pick up anything from miles around.

Even his cock was rewarded, the nine-inch length getting another three inches in size, as well as a hefty knot that rapidly swelled. The mirror's power always rewarded the body rather than the mind, and this was no exception, inflating the former human's sack with nearly twice the size it had been, and making it swing low and heavy with every growl and whimpering shake that Sean went through.

With the transformation from man to werewolf nearly complete, Slazeric stood up and walked to another mirror, and stepped through. Just like that, he was in front of his new pup, and he offered the collar again.

“Are you ready to accept what you really are, then? It's getting to be rather annoying when your pups don't learn the first time around."

“Grrrrrr…"

“Oh, don't tempt me to take more. You still have part of your mind, and you'll keep it…in private. In public, you will become more and more of a beast, until you're nothing more than a dumb puppy. Nothing more than a dog that will fetch sticks, hump the air, and howl like a beast.

“Now, we can keep it that way, or I can make it so that you're that way [i]all[/i] the time instead of just in the shows."

He held out the collar, and slowly, the werewolf took it out of his hand. Slazeric smiled and scratched the beast between the ears until the canine reluctantly let his tongue fall out in a soft, contented pant.

“Good boy. Now, let's get to work on your training."

#

Sean took to the training remarkably well, though Slazeric put that down to the former human's jock personality. Sports were almost as good as the military for breaking down the individuality of a person and making them work well for something, but the demon was happy enough to take advantage of what he could. Anything that made for less work between the shows was something he was delighted to work with.

After several days of getting the werewolf trained, he passed him on to one of the other acts under the big tent, making sure that Sean started earning his keep properly. After all, the werewolf was just one of the dozens of individuals that he ruled over, and all of them needed his…attention.

Of course, it meant that he was one busy naga, but Slazeric supposed he would just have to cope.

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