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[A story based on a picture I commissioned from Omega and Faithry, posted to my FA and SoFurry galleries. Porn follows! Copyright me, all rights reserved, et cetera.

Picture: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/2793879/ ]

1. Dancing on her Strings

Setta let out a grunt, her thoughts returning to the present, away from that strangely vivid dream she had last night, unsure of why it had suddenly crossed her mind. It didn't help her current situation much to think back on dreams... not that much of anything was going to help her current situation much.

She was standing naked behind a curtain, feeling wisps of magic coiled about her ankles, making her stand still... with her left hand on her chest and her right hand between her legs, ready to be put on display. A collar about her neck declared her as private property, and heavy silver rings dangled from her bare nipples. The similarly-naked swan was in front of the curtain, exhorting the (mostly male) crowd to get ready for the show they were about to enjoy with her 'puppet.' Setta's cheeks burned as she thought how she'd gotten to her present situation...

... A simple enough story, really, your basic tale of a dragoness going to a show and getting a lot more than an evening's entertainment. Setta was taking a break from her trading shop that night, as few people went out looking for antiques after sundown. A caravan of entertainers was coming through town, stopping for just one night on their way to a larger city, so anyone who wanted to take in the sights had to make that their plan for the evening. It was, however, off-limits to the underage, giving a tremendous hint to the townsfolk just what sort of shows were available.

And the caravan certainly did not disappoint! Several wagons had different collections of sex toys openly displayed, from tiny enchanted finger-sized buzzers to bumpy iron strap-ons to thick steel bondage gear. There was a distinctly draconic theme to the caravan's toys, and the shows held to it as well. One wagon simply had two dragonesses 'wrestling' with each other in a close-held sixty-nine, mouths between each other's legs and each one with two fingers two knuckles deep under the other's tail. Another had a blindfolded and gagged dragoness arching and straining against a restraint chair while some magical implement hovered on its own and swirled around her, playing a ruby ray against her exposed body. A pair of obviously twin dragonesses were bound and hooded on their knees with a stallion seated in front of them, his hands atop their heads while they nuzzled at his erection.

A magician showed off his tricks at another wagon; artistic illusions on command, finding lost objects, teleporting away one of those sex toys - and one of the dragonesses in the audience let out a yelp, revealing exactly where that buzzing toy ended up. The games were of lewder sorts as well; the ring-toss called for audience volunteers to present targets through holes in the wall, and the guesser was picking cock-length and cup size rather than age or weight. Two wagons back to back had large, shadowed entrances to let people duck in without being seen - and holes between them, so that no one on either side could know who they were with.

A magical puppet show was advertised at the very end of the line. That wagon didn't enclose its show; it had an elaborate tent that opened up in front, letting it take up far more space than any of the other displayed. The wagon itself was subtly higher-end than the others as well, quietly announcing who the leader of the caravan was. Setta found it rather interesting that a puppet-show would have the prestige to lead an entire troupe of entertainers, so she went to take in the show.

The puppet-master turned out to be a swan, wearing a long white coat and top hat as she set up her display. Oddly enough, there were clearly three stations for puppeteers. Two of the stations, side-by-side on the right, had traditional puppets set up - simple ones, stick ones with a single line to move one arm each. On the left, the other station had unfinished-looking puppets in place, with elaborate collections of strings on them, but with blocks of wood for faces and limbs, and no paint at all. The seating filled, and the show began.

"Greetings, townsfolk! Tonight, I present to you the story... of YOU," the swan began, standing behind the leftmost station, and gesturing to the empty two on the right. "But, of course, you know what you would do, don't you? So to make this a little more interesting, I present to you the following conundrum. I will take two volunteers from the audience - who will then command the villains of this little show, to weave their plots and plans against our heroes - themselves!" She looked out over the audience. Several arms went up. Setta's was among them; she hadn't even thought about it, but something about the swan's gaze made her lift her hand.

"You and you," the puppeteer called, pointing. Setta and a white-feathered owl came forward - and magic whirled around the unfinished puppets in the swan's hands, turning them into detailed replicas of the two volunteers! "Over there, please," she said, gesturing at the other two stations. Setta found herself with a glaring cobra for her puppet, while the owl had a somewhat dopey-looking warthog. Setta's fingers tingled when she took hold of the control stick, and letters subtly formed on the bottom of the station, where she, looking down, could see them, but the audience could not.

The show itself went off smoothly; reading their lines, Setta and the owl directed the evil cobra and his dimwitted henchpig through their efforts to conquer the town, while their puppet-selves delivered clever witticisms and noble declarations of valorous intent in fending them off. Quite a lot of innuendo was added to the mix as well. It was all a perfectly good show, in Setta's opinion, but quite a lot less exciting than the more carnal delights the rest of the troupe had to offer. Still, she read out the finishing lines with an appropriately villainous hiss.

"You have defeated me!" she read out. "Clearly, I belong in the hands of one so clever as you, to command myself no longer! I submit! I submit! I submit!"

The applause was polite, but restrained, as the audience clearly shared Setta's opinion. Fun, yes, but not even all that racy. The two volunteers got louder claps, since after all the townsfolk had more regard for the amateur efforts of their neighbors in managing to provide a serviceable performance. And then, the evening having grown late, the crowds returned to their homes while the caravan packed up to leave in the morning. Setta and the owl went home along with the others.

It was thus with some surprise that Setta found herself naked and on her back, staring up at the roof of a moving wagon when she awoke. She tried to sit up, but her hands seemed to be tied down to her sides. She saw the back of the swan's white coat and tried to call out, but was only able to move her mouth. Still, something got the puppeteer's attention, and she turned around.

"Good morning, puppet," the swan said affably. "I decided you were quite right. You do belong in the hands of one so clever as I. I decided that before picking you, but still, it was so nice of you to agree. And to submit three times aloud to conclude the ritual. I might not have mentioned it, but we're heading over the border next. For a good long tour. You know their curious customs, don't you? Voluntary enslavement and all that? You simply have to say 'I submit' three times with a declaration of why, and by their laws, you belong to the one you declared your superior. We'll have a much more entertaining show for them, don't worry."

Setta tried again to sit up, but her body felt limp. The swan gestured - and suddenly Setta could see wispy foggy trails of subtle magic over her, with lines leading down to her limbs. She felt a heavy collar around her throat, as well. "Get some practice in," the swan said, and Setta's mouth moved in a silent yelp as her legs spread and her hands moved. She spent the day there in the wagon as it bumped along, staring at the ceiling while her fingers violated herself. Every now and then the swan would look back and give her directions - how to adjust her fingers to display herself better, mostly.

When they stopped to camp for the night, Setta's body moved, standing her up and climbing jerkily, naked, from the back of the wagon. She could see that most of the other wagons' occupants were moving the same way - and were just as naked as she was. Only a half-dozen of the wagon owners were moving smoothly, the swan among them. The two owners of the glory-hole wagons, both dragons themselves, were not. Setta could see wisps of foggy magic floating around, but none nearly so clearly as the bits around herself.

"I've acquired a suitably ostentatious new puppet, so I believe we've finished in this kingdom," the puppeteer said calmly. Her hand moved to Setta's rear end - and Setta's mouth opened in a silent yelp as two fingers thrust in under her tail. And then Setta's mouth moved again, on its own.

"Hello, everyone!" her voice said. "I'm Mistress Faithry's new slave, according to the script! I'm very shy and bashful, which is why it makes me squirm and squirt so much when my owner makes me put on my shows!" The other free entertainers laughed; their own puppet-slaves could only watch as their new companion learned her fate. And Setta's face burned as she began practicing her show in front of them all, while the others waited for dinner to cook.

It took four nights to get to the next kingdom. She spent each day laid out in the swan's wagon practicing her fingerwork and staring at the ceiling, each evening practicing the routine with the swan's fingers in her bottom to control her voice. They took her into the first town they came to and registered her as a slave, and added the heavy rings in her nipples to prove it. The first show was every bit as mortifying as Setta expected... and she climaxed so hard halfway through that her eyes rolled back for a moment and her voice cracked while her swan 'owner' was ordering her to straddle a wooden rail and grind on it. But the puppeteer wasn't satisfied.

"There needs to be another angle, I think," she mused that evening, after the shows were over, and Setta was uncontrollably, mechanically lapping her ration of soup from a bowl. "I suppose I'll have to add a personal element, then."

The next night, the swan herself was naked as well. Setta had to stand behind the curtain with her fingers already at work and listen to the puppeteer talking, walking shamelessly exposed in front of the night's crowd.

"Welcome, my friends, to a very personal, intimate show. My draconic lover behind the curtains, you see, has, unfortunately, a very shy and retiring disposition. And, as well, she has... a romantic streak. Just two weeks ago, in a gesture of her love, she gave herself to me, knowing full well that I have always considered it a shame to hide her beauty from the world. And now... well. Now I have no need to let such a shame persist, do it? Come out here, Setta, and let everyone watch you pump that juicy little twat of yours!"

The audience laughed and cheered as her feet stepped her forward, through the curtain, fingers dancing in her soaking snatch. The swan stepped up behind and beside her, and clapped a hand to her rear - and thrust two two fingers in under her tail again. "Perhaps you unwisely volunteered to assist in a puppet show, and found yourself my stage-prop, displaying your pleasures and embarrassments to every town we pass?" she murmured for only Setta to hear.

And then Setta's mouth opened under the swan's command. "AH! Mi... Mistress! Please! No!" she wailed out helplessly. "They... they can all see me! Don't... don't make me..." And then she screamed as an orgasm blasted through her, dropping her to her knees, head spinning, body shaking, the humiliation slamming through her with a twitch of the swan's fingers inside her rear.

The rest of the first act continued with no more dignity. In the second act, her jaws were muzzled while the swan bound her over a rail and reddened her backside with belt and paddle until Setta's gleaming folds squirted again. And in the finale, the audience participation section, the swan revealed her 'hair trigger' to the crowd... and the magic ensured that Setta did indeed climax sharply at least four times for each of the males who mounted her. All dragons, all well-hung. And when the evening was over, the swan made Setta kneel over a bowl to let their mingled seed leak from her snatch.

Knowing that draconic seed was a key component in the puppet-magic spell that kept the troupe enslaved did not help Setta escape it, though. And every night she couldn't keep the swan from using her to gather more. And she came, and came, and came, and couldn't hide from her captor that it was far from all the magic's doing...