How DMs Shift Reality 8

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#10 of How DMs Shift Reality

Alex and Nataraj have their last bit of time apart before they are pulled together, becoming a much healthier, helpful individual. And then, fun.

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How DMs Shift Reality

Part 8

For Nataraj

By Draconicon

The lizard that was Alex and Nataraj continued to shrink overnight, and by the time that the first lights of dawn were coming through the window, they were short enough to lay along their master's sole. The feeling of soft, warm, and most importantly, damp foot flesh against their back was enough to make them shiver happily when they woke up, but that smile started to fade as they rolled onto their back and stared up at the ceiling. Mostly because of Alex's own nerves, it must be said.

What's the problem? Nat asked.

I don't know. I just...

Yeah?

Are we going to be able to work together? For real, I mean?

Pretty sure that we're going to have to.

Yeah, but...but what if he decides...

Didn't we do this last night?

Breakdowns don't understand cause and effect. They just keep coming, Alex thought, sighing.

He didn't know what the problem was. He kept getting evidence that their master wanted to keep him around as much as the elephant wanted to keep Nataraj around. Deshar obviously wanted both their personalities to be part of their eventual being rather than it just being him or just being Nat, so why did he keep worrying about whether he was good enough or not?

Well, at least the pressure of Nataraj's perpetual optimism helped buoy him this time. He didn't start sagging down any further than contentment for the morning, and the lizard brain was pushing him gently, nudging him back up.

Come on. You know that you're awesome.

Not as awesome as I should be.

Yeah, but that's part of being involved with me. I make you more awesome, and you help me to actually think things through.

Sense and sensuality? Alex asked.

Heh, yeah, let's call it that.

The lizard smiled despite himself, and Alex leaned his head back against a fat, puffy toe, crossing his legs at the ankles as he looked up at the ceiling again.

Maybe there was something that could be done between them. Maybe he was going to be able to make it work. Maybe...maybe...maybe...

Alex closed their eyes, and they slipped back into sleep, allowing the softness of the elephant's foot to cushion them back into a good slumbering dream.

The morning came again with the master moving around, and the pair of them were quick to roll off of his foot to avoid being thrown off the bed. The elephant prince rolled to the side, getting upright, and the lizard looked up at the much, much, much bigger male. They weren't entirely micro, but they weren't that far from it.

"Master?"

Deshar looked down at them, smiling gently beneath his trunk.

"Ah, yes. You need your size back, don't you?"

"Yes, master. Do you mind?"

"Not at all."

For the first time, they had the chance to see the power of the elephant used directly. He gestured at them, his fingers glowing with a soft magic. It spread like golden sunlight across their scales, and the lizard felt themselves growing bigger, taller. Their hips spread first, and the rest of their body followed, dragging them up from the sheets.

The popping sound of joints cracking and releasing their tension made for a great feeling as they reached their full size once more, and as they rolled their head around on their shoulders, they actually felt more relaxed than they had been for weeks. The elephant chuckled.

"Better?"

"Much," they admitted, Alex taking the front seat. "So, um...I meant to ask."

"Yes?"

"How...how are me and Nat going to get put together?"

"You mean, how are you going to complete each other?"

"Well..." He tapped his fingers together nervously. "If that's what's going to happen, yes."

"Alex."

He allowed himself to be pulled against the elephant's chest, fighting against the urge that he felt to pull away. He knew that wasn't what he should be feeling right then, that he was allowed to be hugged and enjoy it, but there was something about having it come this close to being real, to being true, that made him fear something going wrong at the last second. At some point, he was going to fuck it all up and -

Just stop putting yourself down, Nat told him, but the lizard was not really enough to make those voices go away.

Instead, he let himself lean against his master, allowed himself to be encouraged to take in the soft musk that came from the gray flesh, and he nuzzled against the chest muscles that the prince had.

"It's alright. You are a good man, Alex, and I'm planning on showing that off to everyone that I can. But you can be better. What is going to happen between you and Nataraj isn't an insult to either of you, but rather, an opportunity. A chance for the two of you to be bettered, to take a shortcut to be something that both of you want to be. A chance for the two of you to go from good to excellent without having to take all that hard work in the process.

"Think of it like...like leveling up," the elephant said. "Like the pair of you are taking a prestige class in something."

"...I can do that," Alex said, smiling slightly. "As long as I get a chance to look at the stat-book first."

Thump. They blinked, looking down at their scaly lap. There was a book there, and it read 'Life Classes.'

"...I was kidding," he said, staring at the book and slowly pulling it open. "What the heck is this?"

"The stat book."

"That exists?!"

"Well, I did spend some time writing it yesterday," the elephant admitted. "I was finetuning everything before we got around to the official rules and shifts today."

"You - wait. Does that mean that the world is going to finish its transformation today?"

"Pretty much everything, yes."

"...Oh wow."

"So, why don't you read up, and I'll let the other slaves handle fixing breakfast this morning?"

"Are you sure that's okay? I don't want to be shirking my duties."

"Don't worry." The elephant patted him on the head. "That's the benefit of having so many. Everyone shares out the work. Now, you read, and I'll be back later."

As the prince left the bed, Alex couldn't help but feel that he should have been doing more work. It felt like he hadn't really earned this, that he was sort of coasting along, barely doing the minimum.

And he knew from the way that Nataraj was playfully glaring at him from the back of his skull that it was just his brain being mean to him.

Sighing, he turned his attention back to the book, and he felt the lizard looking out through their eyes as he flipped it open. There was a massive table of contents for them to look at, and it was clear that it was made to cover more than just a small part of the world, or a small cluster of people. This was meant to cover the entire population of the world, and if one thought that D&D or Shadowrun was all that complicated, then they were completely out of it when they came to this book.

They whistled to themselves as they started flipping through the different pages, taking in the classes. There were the usual ones, of course, the ones that were the typical adventuring classes - Bards, Fighters, Paladins, Wizards, and things like that - but there were other ones, too, ones that were more in-tune with the different jobs of the world. There were the fisher classes, there were the craftsman classes...and there were the slave classes.

Alex blushed, but Nataraj whistled as they flicked through those pages. There were at least six different slave classes, some of them overlapping - no surprise - but all of them surprisingly distinct. It seemed that Deshar had been taking his time to make sure that the world was interesting for everyone, or at least, as interesting as it could be for everyone that ended up being part of it. He flipped over to the sex slave class, and blinked as he saw the different abilities that started piling up.

"Adaptability: Class feature that allows a slave to transform one body part - up to the size of a leg or tail, whichever is bigger - as a bonus action once per round. This transformation may be to anything organic or inorganic that the slave can imagine, and may continue throughout the body over the course of as many rounds as it takes to fully transform." Alex blinked a few times after he finished reading that. "That sounds like it's overpowered as hell."

Yeah, and you get it at level three.

"Is he giving us a gift with that?"

Dunno. What level are we?

"...Good question."

He shook his head, trying not to think about that part too much. He knew that it would distract him, leading him off into the weeds and they'd never get to the important stuff buried in the rest of the book. Shaking off his curiosity, he flicked through the book to the prestige classes.

It didn't take long to find the part that Deshar had mentioned. A prestige class where two became one. The Mental Chimera, it was apparently called. Alex and Nataraj read through the rules and descriptions on it carefully, the pair of them turning the pages back and forth to keep cross-referencing the different parts of the class to make sure that they understood it as perfectly as they could.

Essentially, it was a melding of different minds and personalities to create a more stable, central being. There was the possibility of the two of them coming apart again - sort of a class feature to allow for a splitting to get different tasks done - but a telepathic link would remain between them while they did it. It was very much in-keeping with the new link that they had with one another, and how much that they did to help each other.

All in all, it looked like the sort of class that they would do well as.

I wonder if he's going to keep it like a game, still, even though he's change the world to reflect his own.

"I wouldn't really complain that much."

You prefer the luck of the dice?

"To my own? Yes."

Even with -

"Yes. No contest."

Heh. He could feel the lizard chuckling in the back of his head, but if Nataraj knew the amount of bad luck that he'd had with some of the dice that he'd collected over the course of his life, he knew that the lizard would side with him. So, how do we level up?

"Well...usually, it's something along the lines of just...you know...choosing to do it."

Think that's the case here?

"...You wanna find out?"

You know it.

"...You're sure you're okay with...you know...me being part of you?"

Are you kidding? This is the most focused that I've been for weeks. I've never had the chance to really act out all my fantasies, and somehow, you make them better. Everything has always felt possible, but you take it and make it plausible. You help me figure out how to take it from the dreams to reality. And that's what I've always been missing.

Alex would have blushed if he'd been a bit more front, but he could feel himself slipping back a bit, shying away from the driver's seat of their body. There was no reason for it, no real reason that he should give up on being in control, but at the same time, he was hesitant to actually do that final push. He wanted it, yes, but...but what if...

Nataraj gave him that mental nudge to get back in control, pushing him into the seat and gently holding him there.

Come on. Just do it.

"You sure?"

I'm sure.

He felt a semi-physical hug from the lizard in the back of his head, and he did his best to return it as he looked down at the book once more. He'd been joking about the whole stat-block thing, but it was something that he was happy to see. It was...it was one more thing that Deshar had done without even thinking about it that made him feel like he was wanted and cared for, that the elephant would pay attention and make sure that he was okay as long as they were together.

Taking a deep breath, he tapped their finger on the picture of the Mental Chimera.

"Level...Up."

And just like that, he felt it. There was a swirling energy around him, a feeling of pressure on his mind and in his body. The scales that covered him felt tight, but sensitive, almost like everything was under pressure, as if something inside of him was expanding. His soul? Their soul? Perhaps. But whatever it was, it came with an immense sense of power and wonder, something that felt truly magical.

Alex and Nataraj moaned together, one verbally, the other mentally, not that they could tell the difference between the two. They pressed against each other, cleaved together in their mind to hold onto one another as the pressure continued to grow, almost like there really were two souls, two minds in one body, physically as well as metaphorically.

There was no way for that to exist as two completely separate individuals in a single frame, and they both knew it. The pressure on the pair of them grew, and the condensing of two minds into one began.

They could both feel it, the lizard and the former human groaning as they were gradually pushed closer and closer together. Alex could feel Nataraj against him, almost like there was another body against his, except that it was just their souls and minds. There was a pressure that was as metaphysical as it was physical, and he gasped for breath as he felt a strange love and pleasure from it, a sense of something that he had never known on this level before.

It was a feeling of utter rightness, of true acceptance and appreciation.

It was a feeling of himself, and a feeling of someone else, and how much better they both were for the appearance of the other.

They cleaved for each other, holding tight as they slowly began to melt together. Alex, for the first time, started to perceive just how the perversion and openminded nature of the lizard were just perfect for him, allowing him the ease to let go of his anxiety around all of his kinks, all of his weirdness. There were weirder people out there, and even if there weren't, there was nothing wrong with being himself.

Likewise, he could feel his parts melding with what Nataraj had, and he could feel the lizard finding it just as strange, and just as lovely. All that confidence didn't need a propping up, but it was like there were connections being made, feelings and understandings that hadn't been there before. Impulse was tempered with consideration, not to stop someone from doing something stupid, but in a way to take what was already good and make it better, how a little planning took a good idea and made it a great one.

Slowly, the edges of their distinct personalities began to blunt, and then to melt. They fell into each other, and what had been Nataraj, and what had been Alex, began to shift and change. They were no longer quite sure where one started and the other ended, where one began and the other finished. They were taking on more and more of each other's qualities in a melding that was less of an orgy - though there was plenty of pleasure to be had from it - and more of an ascension, a higher calling.

They were one.

They were lizard.

They were a happy person.

They were...

He woke up, and he sat up to see himself in the mirror. The fat-bottomed lizard smiled at the sight that popped up before him, cocking his head to the side as he got to his feet. He ran his hands down along his sides, running them over his hips, and then down to his bottom. The feeling of slender, dexterous fingers fondling his rump was a lovely one, and he bounced the jiggling cheeks a few times to make sure that they were still the right size.

"Hmm, a bit small," he said, chuckling. "I think I can be a bit bigger."

It barely took more than a thought, and the lizard felt his ass cheeks growing. The bubbling, swelling feeling was reflected in the mirror, showing them bulging out, throbbing, jiggling as they filled in another size larger. He spanked them, nodding in approval.

"Now that's better. Master will love that."

He looked down at his feet, chuckling as he held one up, wiggling his toes.

"Not nearly long enough, but we can handle that later. Once master's cock is between our feet, we'll grow them until they're long enough to fit...I'll grow them long enough..."

We. There was a weirdness there. Not a sense of loss, precisely, but a feeling of change that he hadn't expected. The inside of his skull had been split between two minds for long enough that just having one there again was very strange. He felt good, enjoyed the sensation of being complete again, but it was still weird.

He shook his head, stretching his arms upwards, then bringing them back down again. The feeling of his body being so flexible and comfortable was just as good, and he swayed all the way out of the room.

There was still no full name to the feeling of being one again. He could have been Alex, or Nataraj. Either name would have been fine with him, though he felt that the latter was probably more reflective of his current body than the former. That said, Alex had always wanted to have something better, so it wasn't like he had left all that humanity behind. He was just being something else.

He walked down to the kitchen, and he wasn't too surprised to find Deshar sitting there with his feet up. What he was surprised to see was that there was another person of power there, a great and powerful crocodile that sat with his legs on the table, too. The long, scaly feet were wider than he expected for someone that was more of a swimming species, and the crocodile's soles glistened with the same sort of sweat that he was used to seeing on his master's feet.

Both elephant and crocodile turned to look at him as he walked in, and the naked lizard...smiled.

Confidence. Wow. That feels...good.

He bowed to the two masters, lowering his head almost to the ground before standing up straight again. The crocodile looked at him with a raised eyebrow, then turned his attention to the elephant.

"This one obviously enjoys himself," he said.

"Yes, he does," Deshar said, and the lizard could hear the pride there. "If you would come forward, slave."

He happily did, bringing himself to stand at his master's side. The breakfast plates were all but empty on the table, save for one that must have been for him. Scrambled eggs that looked to still be steaming, some sausage, a piece of bacon, some toast, all that he might need for a quick burst of energy for the morning.

But that wasn't important.

"Yes, Master?" he asked.

"I'm going to have to rush out for a meeting this morning with a number of important men. Just to set up a proper kingdom, you know how it is."

"Yes, Master, of course."

"But in the meantime, I made a small bet with Akarn, here," the elephant said, gesturing at the crocodile. "I told him that I have a lizard that is probably the best foot worshiper in the world, and he doesn't believe me."

"Oh, now that is just insulting. How would anyone believe that you would lie to them about something like that, Master?"

"Hmmph. Have a lot of faith in your skill, do you?" the crocodile asked.

"Of course, Sir Akarn," the lizard said, bowing his head. "But that is because my Master has trained me well, and because of my own natural fascination. It would hardly do for me to embarrass him with a confidence that was not deserved, would it?"

The elephant chuckled, and the lizard smiled, almost beaming from the soft pat, pat, pat that he received to his bottom. The little jiggles were their own reward, in a way.

As Akarn growled softly, wiggling his toes, it was impossible for the lizard to miss just how...not-quite-as-good they were compared to his own master's feet. They were much more sensual to look at, bigger and wider, and he knew for a fact that they could pin him to the table and show him where he belonged. In fact, he rather wished that such would happen, but with Deshar already needing to get to a meeting, he knew that it would have to wait.

However, there was one more thing that was needed.

He opened his mouth, but the prince stopped him with a toe on his tongue.

"I know, my slave, I know," the elephant said. "Don't worry, you will be marked before I go. I will not have my scent on you diluted by someone else's."

"Just because you have the musk of a prince doesn't mean you have to rub it in everyone's faces," Akarn muttered.

"Actually, I believe it means I have to do that very thing. At least, to those that I own."

The elephant had a good point, and Nataraj bowed, putting his head up so that it was easily in reach for the bigger male. He smiled as one large, gray, sweaty sole came down on his face, smothering him and burying him beneath it. He moaned as he sucked in the musk, the sweat, feeling it tingling against his face.

Was it magic? Perhaps.

Was it powerful? Yes.

Did the musk sink into his scales and mark him down to his core? Oh, most definitely.

Moaning under his breath, the lizard reached up and cupped the feet, slowly rubbing them along the heel and the sides, allowing himself to enjoy the softness of the underside and the firmness of the top. There was a smoothness to them that made them feel utterly perfect in addition to their size, and he moaned as he kissed along the arch all the way to the toes.

He would have done more, of course, but there was only so much time that they had. The elephant continued to slide his feet back and forth, doing everything in his power to mark him. The lizard took it all in, snuffling up the scent with every pass of the toes and the sweaty flesh over his nostrils, even as the sweat and the musk stained his cheeks and his forehead, his chin and his neck.

By the time that Deshar was done, the lizard was marked from his shoulders up, smelling of the thick, powerful elephant musk to a degree that was even greater than the day before. He smiled to himself, stroking his scales and rubbing it in like a lady would have done with her lotion. His master smiled.

"Good, slave. Very good," he said, patting the lizard on the cheek with his foot.

"Thank you, Master."

"Yeah, yeah, so you marked him. That doesn't mean that he's good at his job," the crocodile said.

"...My dear slave. While I'm gone, please make sure to show my friend here just how wrong he is," Prince Deshar said, getting to his feet. "I would love to stay and watch him change his mind, but I have a number of things that must be accomplished by day's end."

"Don't worry, Master. I'll make sure that he learns the error of his ways."

"See to it that you do."

The elephant patted his head gently, and then made his way out of the kitchen. The lizard got to his feet, smiling at the still-reclining crocodile.

"Now, Sir Akarn, may I show you my talents?"

"Yeah, you might as well. I mean, free foot whore."

"Ah, hardly free, Sir."

"What was that, slave?" the crocodile asked with a growl.

Alex would have backed down, and Nataraj would have been more of a drama queen. But he was a combination of the two, now. He smiled, leaning against the table, his other hand on his hips and a smile on his face.

"Now, now, no need to get huffy. It's just business."

"Your master -"

"Has a bet with you. That doesn't mean that you get me for free; call it a cover fee, for me."

"...Cocky little lizard, aren't you?"

"Oh, it is completely deserved." He smiled. "Now, why don't you put down the cost of a good foot worship, hmm? I believe it's...let's say fifty."

"Fifty?!"

"Or you can get the more sub-standard version, and you can tell my master later that you forbade me from showing off the full range of my skills."

"..."

"I'm sure that the prince will understand that you were too afraid to allow a slave to prove that he was worth everything that his master has sunk into him."

"If you weren't his property, I'd be keen to teach you a lesson right now."

"Don't let that stop you. But do it with your feet on my face."

"Fine."

The crocodile reached below the table, throwing a pouch on the table. It clinked softly with coin, and he knew that there was plenty of money in there to pay for the best services that he could bring to bear. The lizard licked his lips in anticipation; he would genuinely have done this for free, but it was better to take it that bit further. It would make the crocodile value him all the more when they were done.

He lowered himself to the floor, gently crawling to the other side of the table and adjusting the big man's feet so that they were hanging down over his face. The smell of the crocodile's musk was different from that of the prince. There was something different there, a hint of sourness that wasn't so present with Master Deshar. There was a saltiness, too, that the elephant had less of.

Despite the difference, or perhaps because of it, the lizard descended into foot worship heaven. He moaned around the toes, sucking them into his mouth one by one. Rather than just suck, though, he bobbed his head, gently tracing the toes with his tongue before giving them the slightest of nibbles. He felt the slight starts and jerks that meant that the crocodile was surprised, and he did not miss the bulge that was already starting to grow.

If that's all it takes to start you off, then my mouth will get you off without even needing to get you out of your pants.

The lizard slowly worked down the line of the crocodile's toes, savoring the slight difference in taste that the scales presented. There was something oddly enticing about them, and he wondered how it would feel to taste ones that were less bitter and more earthy, something muskier and more heated like Deshar's soles.

If there are dragons around now, that would be the perfect opportunity.

But that was for later. That was for when he had the time to go looking for customers, when his master wanted him to start bringing in more money. Until then, he would enjoy the ones that his master specifically told him to service, and stick with that.

He slowly stroked his tongue between the toes, licking and thrusting against the scales, collecting those little bubbles of sweat down there and making them clean and smooth. Rather than allow the crocodile's musk to settle into his scales, the lizard stole it away, considering it a punishment for all that Akarn had said against him and his master. There was no need for someone with such a rough heart to be allowed to spread his own scent through the world. He could deal with just having lizard spit on his feet instead.

As he finished with the toes, the lizard worked down, instead, gradually working his tongue into the arches, and then along the other side of the big, scaly feet. They tensed, trembled, and he knew that he had found a sweet spot. He leaned in after he had licked the scent away, kissing along the arch, nuzzling into it, and then giving it the softest of little nibbles.

"Mmmph..."

"I can see that you are enjoying yourself, Sir Akarn. Are you yet satisfied?"

"Hmmph. Any slave could do something like this."

"Could any slave have made you so hard merely with his tongue?"

"..."

"I will take your silence as an endorsement of my skills, great crocodile."

Bowing his head, he worked down to the heel, making sure that his tongue was firm enough to feel almost like a massage all the way down. It didn't take long to get a few gasps and grunts of annoyed arousal out of the crocodile, and even less time to smell a different musk in the air. The lizard smiled to himself.

And now...for the grand finale.

He focused on his tongue, feeling it growing in his mouth. It grew longer, with greater taste buds, and he slowly pushed it free of his mouth, dragging it slowly along his lips, pushing it out until it rested against the crocodile's toes and could thread its way between them. The lizard could feel the stiffness, the tension, and he knew that he had pushed Akarn to the point where the big guy was barely holding back his orgasm.

Like a slithering snake, his tongue dragged itself between one pair of toes, then another, and then another, and another after that. Soon, they were all collected against his tongue, pulled tight to one another.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

He's already on the verge...let's shove him over it.

Knowing how it would feel, the lizard slowly dragged his overlarge tongue back into his mouth, making it slither all the way back. The slow stroking between the toes, the wetness that caressed every toe at once, the way that the digits were suddenly teased in the opposite direction, was enough. The crocodile arched his back, cumming against his loincloth, soaking the front with his seed. The lizard grinned to himself as his tongue slowly returned to his mouth, resting inside as it shrank again.

As the crocodile panted for breath, the lizard bowed his head.

"I believe the master has won his bet."

"Who...who are you?" Akarn muttered. "What is your name, slave?"

"My name?" He smiled. "My name is Nataraj."

The End

Summary: Alex and Nataraj have their last bit of time apart before they are pulled together, becoming a much healthier, helpful individual. And then, fun.

Tags: M/M, musk, elephant, crocodile, lizard, magic, fantasy, series, foot fetish, marking, foot worship, tongue, transformation, big ass, game, orgasm, cum, teasing,