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Epilogue

For Nataraj

By Draconicon

Days passed, and then months. The world changed completely, and in that time, Nataraj - the blending of the human Alex and the lizard Nataraj, rather than just the latter - began to come into his own. He began to learn what it truly meant to be a good companion and slave, and he pursued every improvement to his skills that he could possibly manage.

As the world continued to shift from the old modern times to the new, sweeping shift to the medieval, fantasy age, and Nataraj spent his time in one of the slave academies, he made sure to take in the news. He read the papers, listened to the callers, searched out those that carried the stories and news of distant lands. What had once been so close was now so far since the cars and planes were no longer in existence, and the electrical lines that had carried the news instantly were replaced by horses and runners that took far longer.

Yet, for all that, he knew that they were true. His master, Prince Deshar, confirmed them every time that he had a question, and if anyone among the top knew what was the truth and what was a lie, it was the elephant prince.

The world was divided into three chunks per continent, allowing for different pieces of rulership. The former USA was kept more or less intact, though parts of the western border had been taken by the nation that had been Mexico. The three zones of the North American continent were under the control of three princes, and each one governed with more or less absolute authority, and each of them had modified their 'kingdom' to be shaped according to their whims.

The realm of Prince Deshar, for example, was a strange mix of Arabian culture from the Arabian Nights series combined with a sprinkling of northern Indian cultures. It all came together to allow for exotic, erotic nights with the masters, and with many harems that started to pop up across the country. Those in charge would never lack for entertainment, and those below were hard workers, sweating through the day and partying through the night.

And as it changed, Nataraj could only smile, feeling as if the dreams that he had always denied were coming true. He pushed himself in his classes, doing his best to be the best slave, the best companion that he could be, and slowly, steadily, he worked his way towards graduation.

And finally, the day came.

In a great arena of a structure, used for the training of the combat slaves, Nataraj and the other slaves on graduation stood in a great crowd. They were made to stand with their legs shoulder-width apart, naked save for a loincloth that had served as their main clothing for the entirety of their training period, and they were baking under the hot sun. The lizard tilted his head back, feeling the sweat running down his green and yellow scales, shining him as effectively as the training oils might have done.

All around him were the other slaves that had worked hard over the last six months to learn the arts of being a pleasure servant. They had learned, as he had, how to read their masters, how to understand body language, how to take pleasure from the happiness of others, how to take big cocks, how to serve underfoot, how to tolerate and learn to love the musk of those that owned them, and more. There were a hundred different lessons for the slaves, and they had been forced to learn each one perfectly before they were allowed to 'graduate' to the next lesson.

Nataraj had learned all of them, and each test completed had been marked with a small symbol painted upon him. Some of them were speckled across his rump, while others were painted on his balls. Some formed little marks around his nipples, emphasizing them as if he was a femboy on display, and still others were painted on his feet. One had been painted on the head of his cock, as if it were a tattoo of honor for his stamina, and yet another was painted around his asshole, almost like a target for the big dicks that he would be able to take.

Be able to, though not necessarily want. Then again, as a slave, it wasn't always about what he wanted, but what his master wanted. The training had been just as much about how to tolerate and find ways of enjoying the master's pleasure when it wasn't necessarily the sort of task that you wanted to be doing in the first place.

Then again, the best part of the training had been about how to guide the master into wanting what you wanted. Nataraj looked forward to trying that out.

Then, the Examiner - a tall, white-furred stallion - took to the stage before the assembled slaves, and Nataraj took his thoughts off his lessons and stared at the dominant male. The big horse had a robe of red wrapped around him, but not quite wrapped around enough to hide those low-hanging balls, those heavy spheres of manhood. The stallion didn't have the hooves of some of the other equines that wandered the world, and the lizard approved of that. Too many hooves out there, not enough feet.

The Examiner cleared his throat, and then spoke.

"Slaves. You have been brought here because you have passed the tests of servitude, and you have come through the exams of submission with flying colors. You are the latest crop of the honorable occupation of Slave, and those that will be purchasing and claiming you tonight will never regret their decision. So long as you remember what you have learned here, you will be a credit to yourself, and to your choice of occupation.

"I give you my respect, and I give you my wish for the best of luck in your futures."

As the Examiner bowed, Nataraj did the same, though he only bowed his head instead of his waist. The horse had been there for all of their tests, and though the slave academy had only been in existence for a few months, he knew that the memories of everyone else had placed the horse there for the last few decades. The aging stallion - late forties, no older - had been there for many different graduations through the years, and every slave had that had come through the academy had been blessed with his approval at the end.

The stallion looked over them, nodding to himself.

"I am grateful that I could be here to see you come through and embrace what you really are. There are those that will always fight with themselves, that will see that there is something wrong with them and make it their reason for never getting better. They will see this dark place and think that it means that they do not deserve to be a good person, to have what a good person has, so why even try?

"But you? You are all here because you knew what you were. You knew what you wanted. And this academy gave you the chance to go for it. You seized control of your life, made yourself into what you wanted to be, and now, you may claim your reward."

Nataraj smiled slightly. It was a different way to look at slavery, in a way. One put in the work to be good enough at the job to be worth taking, and then, they were able to indulge in the pleasures of being owned. That was a fair enough way to look at it, though. Not enough people were willing to put in that sort of work, and he knew that there had been at least a few individuals that had washed out of the training early on. They hadn't wanted to be responsible for their actions, and were kicked out before they could cause any problems.

But that meant that the slaves like him, the ones that were graduating, receiving their certifications of service, were all the more valuable. They had put in the work, and they had the paperwork to show that they were worth it.

"When I call your name, come forward. You will receive your mark of graduation, and you will then be bought by a master, or given to the one that sponsored your training, if that's the case."

The names were slowly called, and the different slaves in the crowd slowly made their way up to the platform. Some of them were more hesitant, while others ran for the Examiner, eager for their mark and master. Nataraj stilled himself, calmed himself as the crowd began to thin, knowing that eventually, it would be his turn.

Yet, despite that calmness, his mind was racing. He looked around the stands of the arena, trying to see Prince Deshar, but there was never any sign of the elephant.

Did he forget?

There was a hint of worry, but it faded quickly enough. He knew his master, and he knew that if the prince wasn't there, then there was someone to stand in for him. And if the prince was there, then there was a reason why he didn't see him. Master didn't just drop the ball like that. Master was more than aware of how important this was.

The names continued to be called, and the slaves continued to go to the platform for their graduation. The majority had been sponsored by an existing master, but here and there were slaves that had managed to scrounge the funds to join the academy and build themselves up from the street level. They had no masters, but they did have their records posted, and they were auctioned off to those that were looking for someone new. Nataraj listened to the different numbers that were called out for them, and he was not surprised to hear the gold count go up into the hundreds. The academy and the Examiner did good work, after all.

Eventually, his name came up, and the lizard dragged himself through the crowd. The loincloth he wore flapped back and forth across his scaly butt, and he smiled as he walked up to the front of the crowd. He ascended the steps, bowing to the Examiner.

The white horse smiled back at him, nodding once. He held up the paintbrush, slick with the white paint that would serve as his graduation mark.

"Where will you take it, my favorite student?" he asked quietly.

"I can take it anywhere, right?"

"Of course."

"Then place it on my sole, please," he said, lifting his right off and tilting it so that the arch was on display.

"Heh...as if it would have been anywhere else with you."

There was a good-natured smile from the Examiner at that. There had been many occasions where the lizard had gone above and beyond with his slave training, but the biggest ones had certainly been while he was working on learning more about serving at the feet of his masters. There had been teachers that had been kept overtime for the sake of getting him to learn properly, and he had been more than willing to put in the work.

He was pretty sure that there had been teachers that came in without a foot fetish that left with one, thanks to him.

The lizard held his foot up with careful balance, swiveling on his other ankle to keep himself supported. The paintbrush flicked across his sole, drawing a collar and a leash that ran along the bottom of his foot. Everyone's mark was the same, but only the white color of the academy kept it genuine. There was no other establishment that had the same sort of color of paint, exactly, and there were certain chemicals in the paint here that made it create a series of reactions when exposed to the right tests.

Nataraj smiled, turning to display his sole to the crowd, and there was the usual applause. There were plenty of people that stared down at him, as if hoping that the Examiner would say that he was up for auction, as well.

No such luck for them. The horse turned to the crowd, clearing his throat.

"If Prince Deshar would come down to claim his property?"

There was a moment of silence, followed by movement in the stands. Nataraj immediately zoomed in on the person moving, half-afraid that it was going to be the prince's representative rather than the prince himself.

He needn't have worried. The elephant showed himself in his baggy pants and open vest, and the barefooted man made his way down the steps towards the stand. The slaves cleared a path for him in the crowd, and his master, the prince, walked right up to the platform.

There was a certain amount of bowing, even in the stands, and the Examiner gave one of his own, far deeper than he had given to the slaves. That was only appropriate, of course, considering that Deshar was the lord of the land, and that meant that he deserved a greater respect than the other lords that had come to claim their property.

The elephant smiled at the bow, and then turned to the lizard.

"I imagine that you are feeling quite pleased with yourself."

"I am, Master. I truly am."

"Then tell me, slave. Are you ready for the rest of your life?"

"I am, Master."

"Then show them what it means to be under my heel."

Nataraj wasted no time, falling to his knees and gently pulling the elephant's left foot off the ground. Somehow, the sole was not dirty, and had no stain to it save for the stain of sweat and musk. He gently kissed the toes, giving each one the respect and affection that they deserved, working his way down from the biggest to the smallest. He dragged his tongue along each digit, and then made his way to the gaps between them, sucking at the sweat that lingered there, and then moving down to the next toe, and the next after that.

There was not one point where he did not enjoy himself, and he could feel the soft grunts of his master telling him that his tongue was most welcome where he put it.

Slowly, he pushed it further. He was a proper slut, after all, and he was able to add to the adaptations that he had made already. Slowly, he pushed his tongue out, slithering it between the toes of the master the way that he had done to the crocodile so many months ago. He made sure to slither it right over the most tempting spots between the toes, but he also pushed it further, dragging it down, coiling it like a serpent along the elephant's foot, wrapping around them middle and over the arch.

Each suck was something different, each lick a slightly different taste. Nataraj moaned, showing off like a good slave should, taking his time to really observe the perfection of the soles before him. He dragged his head left, right, left right, each time feeling a bit more of the sweat clinging to his tongue, each time taking it that little bit further to ensure that his master was enjoying it as much as possible.

Eventually, he was nudged backwards, and the master smiled.

"You know how to serve feet, Nataraj."

"They are my pride and joy," he admitted.

"Then stand, my slave. Stand, and be counted as mine."

The lizard smiled, bowing his head as he did as he was told. His tongue slurped back into his mouth properly, and he turned to face the crowd. Prince Deshar's hand rested on his shoulder, and he was squeezed gently.

"My slave, Nataraj, and my treasure!"

The elephant's roar echoed through the arena, and the crowd cheered. Nataraj smiled, blushing, but took it as the compliment that it was.

He was owned, and he was cared for. And he was a treasure.

They were at a buffet of sorts, and Nataraj had been given his clothes back. The harem cloth was a soft, silky thing, and it was nearly transparent. Certainly the staff at the restaurant had been able to see the shape of his bulge through the cloth, and there were more than a few free men that had seen the shape of his ass through them, too.

He sat with his master at a low table, the pair of them eating through a dish of couscous and a soft, spicy stew that seemed to be mostly lamb and tubers. The taste was a lovely spicy one, rich with the taste of ripened tomatoes and thick cinnamon and cumin. It didn't quite burn the tongue with the other spices, but it warmed the mouth and body, and it set it to sweating, something that the lizard rather liked.

As he continued through the meal, he was rather aware of the dancers in the center of the room. Half of them were female, and the other half male, and they danced with their hips and their asses more than anything else. A quick glance confirmed that none of them wore the certification mark that he did, and Nataraj lowered his standards for them almost immediately, just to give them a fair evaluation.

Before he could watch them for long, however, the master spoke.

"I'm proud of you, Nataraj."

"Hmm?" the lizard blinked, turning back and blushing. "What do you mean, Master?"

"I'm proud of you. Does that really need explaining?"

"Well, um, if it comes out of nowhere, a little bit."

"Heh, I suppose that is fair enough."

The elephant smiled, leaning back a bit as he put a napkin in his lap.

"I expected you to be great when we first started this. When I first started changing the world, I knew that you would be someone spectacular in the next iteration of it, and I had high hopes for you. Every hope that I had, however, you reached and exceeded, always doing better than I thought you would, always climbing higher than I expected you'd be able to reach.

"You, above all others, gave me hope that this world would be something that would be better than the old one, that we could have a fun place, a place where we could choose to be what we wanted. You embraced that, eventually, and I could not be happier or prouder of the way that you did it."

Just like the lizard, right then, could not have been redder from the compliments. He rubbed his cheeks a bit, trying to get the burn to go away, but no, that had settled in good and hard. He blushed worse than ever as he imagined what the elephant would have said to him if he had taken the extra-credit classes that had been on offer, and mostly wanted to shove his head under the table right then.

And not just to suck the prince's dick, either.

His master leaned over the table a bit, his vest hanging down slightly. He leaned on gray hands, looking the lizard in the eye. His trunk extended, gently keeping Nataraj from turning away, not that the lizard had much risk of that these days, and stroked his cheek.

"I'm happy that I was able to claim you. I doubt that I would have had the same...happiness...with some of the other slaves out there."

"You mean those like James and the other people in the group?"

"They've found their own happiness for now," Prince Deshar said. "I allowed them their freedom to leave in your second week at the academy. They needed to find themselves, and I didn't want them to feel that slavery was their only option."

"That was kind of you."

"It wasn't entirely kindness. I also wanted to ensure that we weren't going to be interrupted for the first week after your graduation."

"Oh?"

The elephant smiled, slowly sliding his foot against the lizard's. That large, sweaty sole slowly rubbed up against his leg, and then pressed firmly against his crotch. Nataraj's smile grew in proportion until he had the giddiest grin in existence.

"Oh!"

"Yes...Oh."

Prince Deshar chuckled, and Nataraj smiled more than ever. The idea of being alone with his master for an extended period of time was just what he needed, a spur that would keep him going for a while now. There was plenty that could be done with other people around and there were times that an audience was appreciated, but at the same time, he had been waiting for the chance to really strut his stuff for his master, and this was the perfect time.

Or at least, it would be when dinner was over.

He stuffed his face with the couscous and the stew, but no sooner had he finished than the prince stood up, taking his plate along with him.

"Where are you going?" Nataraj asked.

"I'm going for thirds."

"You've had two plates already."

"Then I guess I still have four more to go."

"..."

The lizard sighed, getting up as well. The elephant arched an eyebrow, and he chuckled.

"I'm your slave, Master. If you need four more plates, you will need at least two more hands. And possibly a foot, if you crave some deviant seasoning."

"You read my mind, my lizard. You read my mind."

They walked past the dancers, and Nataraj was more than satisfied that the master had no eyes for them. Not the slightest glance was spared for the exotic deer, the soft fox, the tight-bottomed orca. No, all of the master's attention was on him, and he swayed his ass for all it was worth in the see-through cloth that covered him.

He particularly took pleasure in walking on his tiptoes, showing off the slave mark on his sole. That, he knew, would get attention from everyone, and it did.

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"The riot was a little unnecessary, little one," Prince Deshar said as they stepped into the carriage.

"Ah, but it was fun, yes?"

"Heh, yes, but unnecessary."

"Sometimes, one must indulge in something unnecessary."

That was what his story was, and he was sticking to it as much as he could. Once it got through the restaurant that he had a slave marking on his foot, there were plenty of people that were interested in trying to buy him. Nataraj could have slowed it down or stopped it at any time merely by saying that he already had an owner, but he had enjoyed the attention. Not that he planned on getting stolen, but there was something about having people coming to him again and again, pushing for him to come with them, that made him feel good.

Then, he had made it worse by volunteering to dance for the buffet restaurant. He'd danced and shown off the mark on his heel, and that? Well, that had started an auction for him that Prince Deshar had needed to break up, and not entirely normally, either.

The lizard looked out the window at the still-frozen restaurant, time not quite started there just yet. He imagined that the customers and staff were going to be very confused when it started again.

"How do you do that, anyway?"

"Oh, you can do a lot of things when you're the Dungeon Master."

"You still have that title?"

"The best of storytellers can bring a world to life. I like to consider myself one of the best."

That explains some of the game mechanics still around, Nataraj thought, looking out the window for a bit longer before getting comfortable. And if he's still the Dungeon Master, that explains how he can make his part of the world whatever he wants it to be.

He rather liked that. It meant that he was a player rather than an NPC, and that meant that he had his own choices to make. Sure, his master could alter the world, but that just gave him plenty of stuff to play with. It didn't take away his choices, nor did it make it so that he had nothing that he could do to fight back, or do what he wanted. It just meant that he had to play along.

As the carriage carried them home, Nataraj slowly cuddled up to the elephant's side, and the prince gently hugged him in return. They remained all snuggled up together for the rest of the way home, though their hands were a bit more active than the rest of them.

When they arrived at the elephant's palace - it seemed that the three-story manor had been replaced - they entered with a smile on their face. Servants that were more like faceless ghosts came forward, taking their clothes from them, and the lizard and the elephant made their way to the bedroom. They didn't care about the fact that they were stared at by the servants the whole way. All that mattered was that they were together, that they were enjoying one another's company.

The master laid him down in the sheets, and Nataraj groaned as he felt himself being stared at. For the first time in a long time, he felt a little shy, but that shyness came with a strange sense of happiness with it. He slowly extended his arms over his head, spreading his legs and swaying his tail through the sheets ever so slightly.

"Do you like what you see, Master?"

"I do, my slave, I do."

"Am I up to your standards?"

"Up to? You exceed them, my Nataraj."

The elephant laid over him, and the size difference between them was more apparent than ever. The lizard was more than two feet shorter than the elephant, and he blushed as he felt his master's larger endowment pressing down on his own shaft. The feeling of being slightly squished beneath the larger man sent a little shiver through him, a feeling of satisfaction that he had forgotten that he could feel.

He moaned softly, arching his back to thrust his cock against the bigger shaft over him, feeling the smell of the elephant rolling over him. That hot musk left him shivering, his toes curling in the sheets.

"Mmmph..."

"I will mark you again tonight, my lizard," the elephant said, tracing his trunk along the lizard's neck and cheek. "You will smell of me again, rather than your teachers."

"Mmmph..."

"Your scent of scales will fade."

"Ah..."

"And your body will be a reflection of my wants...my needs...my power...My need for you..."

The elephant's cock was oozing precum over his belly, along his shaft, even down to his balls. The thick scent of it was already soaking into him, making it hard for him to think, hard for him to power through that and serve properly. He moaned under his breath, trying to move, but the elephant gently took his wrists in hand and dragged them over his head.

"You're mine, Nataraj..."

"Yours..."

"And I will care for you. Always."

There was a soft kiss to his forehead then, followed by another soft squelch as the elephant's cock rubbed against him. The smearing pre and body sweat was washing away his scent, the rasping musk of scales replaced with the hotter, spicier, earthier scent of elephant musk, and it was getting stronger by the minute.

As he moaned, arching his back, the elephant's other hand reached down to his ankles. One by one, the lizard's feet were lifted into the air, his cheeks gently spread. Nataraj moaned, a soft whimper of need escaping him as he pressed his scaly soles to the sides of his master's face, reminding him of them.

"Please...master..."

"You want some attention there, my slave?"

"Yes, please...please...just a bit..."

The master smiled, and kissed his soles. The lizard moaned under his breath, feeling the soft pressure of the master's lips to his arches, to the balls of his feet. The soft trail of warm breath and soft lips against his soles made him shiver, his cock throbbing all the harder, but even as much pre as he was oozing wasn't enough to get rid of the smell of horny elephant. All it did was, somehow, make it that much stronger.

Prince Deshar didn't stop, either. That soft licking along his soles continued, and Nataraj groaned and moaned, rolling side to side as he felt that tongue flicking up and down along his feet. His scales were soon wet with something more than sweat, and he swore that his master was licking right on the slave mark on his sole. It was a tease, and a reminder of just how well he had done, but god, it felt good.

He shivered, curling his toes again, and the master finally pulled back. Panting hard, the lizard looked up at his owner with his eyes half-closed, smiling through his gasps for air, and shaking his head.

"You...you are amazing, Master."

"I have to be, to keep up with someone like you."

"Mmmph..."

"Now...let me have you."

There was a soft nudge at his rump, and Nataraj nodded. He knew that there was a pleasure to be had here. He slowly rolled onto his side, feeling his leg getting pinned as the elephant got on top of him. That weight was impossible to shift, but he didn't want to shift it. All he wanted was to feel the pleasure that came from service.

With his tail well out of the way and one well-licked foot high in the air, he knew that his master was going to pound him good and hard. He felt the thick tip of that cock rubbing against his hole, knew that it was going to slide in deep on the first thrust. Nataraj made himself relax, getting nice and loose -

Squelch.

The soft, wet feeling of that thick dick sliding inside of him was just as intense as it had always been, but the training at the academy had done wonders to make it that much more pleasurable. The fact that he had been loosened up so that there was no more pain, the fact that he was nice and trained on the inside to take something of that size, the way that his prostate had been enlarged ever so slightly to make it a bigger target -

"Mmmph..."

It meant that anal was far more pleasurable than it used to be, and he started moaning, curling his toes enticingly in the elephant's face as he was filled with that fat gray cock. His own shaft dribbled on the bed as he laid on his side, taking it deep into his plump, curvy rump. The soft cushion that the sheer size of his ass offered was completely needed as the big guy pushed in, and he moaned out loud as he felt it sinking in deeper, deeper, and deeper still until his master's balls bumped against him.

"Ah...ah..."

"You're still perfect, my lizard."

"And you're...you're still huge."

"Well, that will happen."

"Mmmph...big elephant..."

"Would you prefer something smaller?"

"Nnnngh...you know I wouldn't..."

"I know."

Prince Deshar leaned over him, giving his shoulder a gentle kiss.

"Are you ready?"

"Mmmph...yes...give it to me, Master...claim me again..."

And that was just what the Prince did. Nataraj moaned as he leaned his head up towards the pillows, grabbing one and biting into it to make sure that his moans didn't get too loud, or too out of control. He had some pride left, some hint of what he had been keeping him from giving up too much to the master.

Yet, at the same time, he knew that it was just another nudge, another thing that he wanted the elephant to do. To use him so hard, to claim him so fully that he could no longer control himself. He wanted his master to know that he could go far, that as long as he stayed cared for, and wanted, that his limits were flexible.

He knew that the Prince would pick up on that. He picked up on everything. Nataraj moaned, submitting to the fuck, the claim, and to his new, happier life.

The End

Summary: The end of this little series comes as Nataraj graduates from a slave academy and has a good night with his owner and master.

Tags: M/M, lizard, elephant, various species, dancing, slavery, master/slave, graduation, marking, body marking, body paint, foot fetish, anal, pre-cum, precum, musk, series, teasing, nudity, loincloth, big cock, size difference, fantasy,