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[b][u][center]Punk to Plaything

For TiranMaster

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

Harris had been about to throw a punch when the portal opened. What happened instead was a great deal of screaming, gasping, and then more screaming before it came to a sudden stop with his face against the ground. Quite honestly, the human didn’t like the ending as much as the beginning.

Rubbing his head as he pulled himself up, he looked around.

[i]Well...this ain’t 12th and Huckingston anymore…[/i]

The alley was gone, and replacing it was a rather...austere sort of place. Austere. Hell, his english teacher would be happy he remembered that word. The walls were some sort of dark rock, and some red lights pulsed here and there. Some sort of six sided room, which came around to -

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

He scooted back along his rear, staring up at the creature on a crystalline throne. It was scaly, but not like a lizard or a turtle would have been. No, the scales were bigger, making him look more like, like a dragon or something. But that was impossible, right? Dragons didn’t exist...but then again, neither did portals or weird rooms like this.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I, little human, am Tallis. And I am the master of your fate, so perhaps choose a few more tasteful words than that?”

“I, uh...Look, just let me the hell out of here. I don’t believe in fate.”

The dragon seemed to smile, crossing its legs as it looked down at him from the throne. It seemed...amused?

“I don’t think that most people do, but many do submit to the demands of it regardless of their beliefs. Perhaps you are angrier, or perhaps you believe that you can fight it. Who can tell? But it is amusing.”

“I ain’t here to amuse you.”

“No, no, you’re not. You’re here to serve.”

“Says who?!”

“So say I, Tallis, the lord of this realm, the master of magic, and the decider of your fate, as I already stated.”

Harris paused, biting off a small retort. Much as he hated doing what anyone said, he recognized that tone. Same tone that anyone with real power had. The principal had it before he graduated, and the cops had it when they came down on him before. Judges never did, and neither did his parents...but the people with real power did.

He slowly pulled himself up, trying to think of something smarter to say. He was halfway to his feet when something - something hard - suddenly smacked against the top of his head.

“Don’t bother standing up. If you accept your role, you’ll stay on your knees. If you don’t...well, there’s no point standing when you’ll be falling down again anyway.”

“Fuck! You could at least let me think about it!”

“I do believe I said something about your word choice. Do mollify it, or I will be forced to take that privilege from you.”

“Yeah, and how the fuck could you do that?”

The dragon sighed.

“Like this.”

As the dragon snapped his fingers, Harris felt a sudden heat in his throat. He grabbed at his neck, and his eyes went wide as he felt fur spreading beneath his fingers, thick, shaggy fur. It spread up his neck, and over the bottom of his chin, like a great, gray beard. It pulled, tugging at his face, dragging his lips and his nose outwards into the shape of a muzzle, and his teeth sharpened as it went. As his tongue touched against the prickly fangs as it grew, his ears rose to the top of his head, and a growl rose in his throat.

“Grrrr...rrrrrow…”

Harris stopped. He touched his neck again. He...why couldn’t he speak?

Tallis stood up from his throne, walking down a couple of steps until the great scaly thing stood in front of him. He kept growling, trying to put words out, but nothing came from his mouth but the sounds of a dog.

Suddenly, a scaled hand grabbed him by the back of his neck, forcing him to look upwards. The demon looked down at him, almost dismissively. He wanted to growl…but something deep, deep inside of him knew that that was a horrible idea. Instead, he tried to look away, but Tallis’ grip kept him staring straight up.

“I did warn you. Tend to your language, or I will have to take more steps than replacing your vocal cords. Do you understand me, hmm?”

[i]This guy is nuts. I…I gotta get out of here.[/i]

Instincts born out of too many fights threw him into a twist, and one that surprisingly worked. He wrenched himself free of the demon’s grip and ran away, his feet beating against the ground as he ran –

Only to find that the room was self-contained. There were no doors, no windows, nothing to show that there was anything outside of this room. Nothing to give him a way to get out.

Harris pressed his hands against the wall, and then beat his fists against them. Whimpers and whines escaped his now-canine throat, an expression of fear that humiliated him while making him more and more afraid as a result.

As he beat his hands against the wall, the sound of footsteps filled his ears. The demon was coming for him. He whimpered again, shaking his head as he tried to break through the wall. There had to be something, anything, that would get him out of here. If he had been brought here, then there had to be a way –

“Boy.”

The tone of disappointment frightened him more than a raging shout might have. Harris whipped his head around, only to find himself staring right into the eyes of the demon. Eyes…that were slowly…swirling…

“I will not tolerate this behavior. If you will not serve me of your own will, then I will have to take steps. Whatever amusement your personality might provide, the usefulness of obedience trumps it.”

“Rooooo…”

“And don’t whine. It hurts my ears.”

Harris tried to come up with some response, something that he could say that might sway the demon. He had skills, right? There had to be a reason he was brought here, besides simply being amusing, right? What could he offer…

He never had been very good at thinking things through, and those spiraling eyes only made it more difficult. They spun and circled down on themselves, pulling his attention away from his ideas and towards the strange patterns. It was like they were sucking his mind away, distracting him so that he couldn’t think. Harris groaned, trying to look away, but something about them made it utterly impossible.

Perhaps he should close –

[i]Pay attention, boy.[/i]

The words echoed through his head, shattering the thought before it could form.

[i]You are in my world now. Your world is long gone, and your past is about to follow it. Perhaps, in the future, I will restore it to you. If you earn it. Though that will be a long time in coming.

For now, stare into my eyes. Be a good boy. Lose yourself, and gain what I want you to be.[/i]

He was helpless but to follow that order, his head held and his eyes unable to look away. There had to be one more option, one more thing he could do, but he couldn’t think of it. It was impossible to think, to plan, to do anything but obey as he looked into those eyes, and let himself drift away on those swirling, spiraling patterns.

Bit by bit, his thoughts left him, sucked away into that colorful abyss that the demon presented him with. Harris’ body slumped into the grip that Tallis had around his neck, leaving him like a ragdoll in his hands. His protests, his anxieties, his nerves…everything followed his thoughts down that whirlpool of color, emptying him out one little thing at a time.

And it felt…

Good.

Yes, good. [i]Good.[/i] Good was the word. It felt good to be emptied out, to have his mind taken away. What good had his thoughts ever done him? What good had it been to have his freedom before? He’d gotten into fight after fight, losing one thing after another as he tried to better himself.

[i]Better to have someone else control you.[/i]

Yes, much…much better to be…controlled. To be…

[i]Be a good boy.[/i]

Be a good boy…

All across his body, he was dimly aware of a strange itch pushing up against his clothes, getting stronger as the demon smiled at him. There was a tingle, a weird warmth that spread from his head to his toes as he kept staring into those eyes, almost like something was being pushed into him.

Then the worry was gone, and the tingle was all that remained, a tingle that rushed down his spine and into the rest of his body. It brought warmth in its wake, a strange, happy warmth, and his mouth slowly started hanging open, his tongue flopping out like a pet dog’s.

[i]Yes. A good boy. A good slave.[/i]

Good boy…

Good slave…

The words echoed through his mind as he was finally released. He landed on his hands and knees, feeling something pushing out from the base of his spine, something wagging. It didn’t matter; it was just part of him now, something new, something that would let him be a better boy for the demon.

He looked up again, on his own, and the eyes held him once more. Sucking away doubt, sucking away questions, knowledge, everything that he had left in his mind. There would be nothing left. Nothing but –

[i]Good boy.[/i]

Good boy.

[i]Good slave.[/i]

Good slave.

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The wolf smiled around the cock in his mouth, slowly bobbing his head up and down as he took it deeper and deeper into his throat. The thick shaft was a wonderful, throbbing warmth for him, and the knowledge that he was pleasing his master pleased him.

He idly stroked his cock as he knelt between Master Tallis’ legs, keeping it nice and hard the way that a good boy should. It felt…right. It felt…good. He moaned under his breath, swallowing the latest flow of pre down his throat, before pulling back and kissing the tip.

A whispered word, and he turned, pushing his face into the ground and his rump up in the air. He was just the right size for his backside to flop into the lap of the throne, letting the master’s cock slide between his cheeks, the tip pressing right against his hole…

And then inside.

“Good boy.”

The praise was all that the wolf needed, panting happily as he felt the master inside. So good…so good indeed.

“Well on your way to earning your old personality back. Perhaps even tonight…if you serve well.”

He didn’t know what that meant…but he looked forward to earning a treat. Treats were good.

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