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From Banished to Duchess

Chapter 1

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By Draconicon

As she tumbled through space, Drakina felt oddly...content. It wasn't that she wasn't upset about her loss in the dragon realms, nor that she felt betrayed by those that had kicked her out. If anything, she felt like she had done more than enough, all things considered.

Good luck trying to make things go back to normal after this...

The purple dragoness would have chuckled at that thought, if she could have done anything but soar through the emptiness around her. The lack of magic, the lack of anything in the depths of the cosmos, meant that all actions required so much more effort than she was willing to exert right then and there.

Was that part of her banishment? This laziness? Possibly; she wouldn't put it past the archmages to curse her like that after what she'd done.

Drakina looked back the way she'd come. There, at the edge of existence, past many other universes, was one that stood as one of the Primes, as her brother had called them. Or might still do; she didn't know what he did with his theories. But contrary to what most people thought, the Prime universe wasn't at the center. Too many variables for a single Prime to contend with. Instead, there were a small number of Primes that formed the border against nothingness outside existence, and from them, various permutations of the qualities of those Primes came into being.

Or something like that. She never felt entirely happy about containing and labeling things the way Draconicon did. It gave her a headache.

But he was right in that there was something about the border universes that was different from the others. The various universes that she had passed by all had their stars, their planets, various things that set them apart as different pieces of reality, but the realm that she had been kicked from...

The great star-wings of the Dragon Realm, the way that it arched and undulated and flew and slithered through the cosmos, the way that it pulsed with magical power and an aura that defied control from outside, stood out. It was brighter, more brilliant than anything around it, and the further from it she went, the less herself she felt.

Drakina smiled ruefully, looking away. That was a lie; she had always been herself, from the moment she was born. It was just a matter of remaking, once she stopped flying away.

And she would stop, eventually. The archmages had not used nearly so much power as they had with her brother, seeing her as something less. That was their mistake, of course, one she had been happy to let them make.

Might as well enjoy the ride...

#

She must have fallen asleep at some point, because she was jerked awake quite rudely by the sudden reappearance of an atmosphere around her. She gasped for breath as the air was yanked away from her, pulled by too fast for her to fill her lungs. Whipping around, she flared her wings, only to feel the resistance nearly snap them from her back. The harsh crack that followed left her screaming.

But it worked. She was no longer falling, just gliding, though she was sure that at least one wing had dislocated itself. Drakina whimpered, biting her tongue to keep the sound from traveling. Rubbing her side and doing her best to support the injured joint from below, she looked at the world she'd arrived in.

Definitely different from her own. The Dragon Realm had great mountains, high peaks, and while she was descending towards a mountain, it was a solitary thing, standing out among the plains and forests that bordered it. Not even foothills, at least not past the small swell of a ring that pushed up against the mountain like a child against their parent. Here, a village, and there, a small logging camp, and there, something to take advantage of a river coming down the mountain to mill something or other with the river's force.

But most importantly, there was magic.

Drakina breathed in the cold, high air, and with it, she breathed in the power of this world. It was thick and strong, a wild magic that ran with giddy glee across earth and sky, dancing and singing in the rivers, untamed and curious.

It was young magic, very young, but burning with the strength of youth at the same time. This was not settled magic, not old, wary magic such as the power of the Dragon Realm, and it was curious. It surged from the world below, almost like some great serpent slithering up the mountain below her, and it lifted a metaphorical head to watch her descent. She could feel its tendrils tickling at her back, cupping her from below. Not physically, of course, and it would not slow her fall, but it had a mind.

All magic did, no matter what the other archmages said. No matter what her brother said, for that matter. All magic had a consciousness, could be talked to, conversed with. She breathed out slowly -

"NNNGH!"

Only to feel that wing pain once more. The dragoness flinched, and her wing pulled in, and she lost the glide. It turned into a fall once more, and Drakina grumbled.

This was going to hurt.

Crack.

Crack.

Smash.

Crack.

"Oof!"

THUMP!

To her credit, the dragoness managed to make it most of the way through a collection of trees without serious injury. She'd turned and tilted herself, taking the blows to her back and sides rather than anything delicate, right up until the last one. She laid in the crater she made, face-down, still sucking air after taking a branch to the stomach at something just short of terminal velocity.

That...might have gone better.

Drakina pulled her head back, drawing it out of the dragon-shaped dent in the world that she had created. The energy that had come up to see her when she'd arrived was still there, omnipresent around her, and she could tell that it was still curious. And why wouldn't it be? She was powerful, or...

Or...

Realizing that she hadn't really thought that far ahead, Drakina held out one hand. A basic fireball spell would be sufficient to test herself. She pulled at her magic inside, the magic that all dragons were born with, the pool of fire that formed the core of what they manipulated. It surged with heat down her arm, forming a fireball of purple light between her fingers.

What relief she felt from its sudden appearance, however, faded quickly as she realized that the warmth was fading faster than it should. A fireball was little more than an expression of light and heat, something that should cost the dragon casting it almost nothing, but as she held it before her, she could feel the warmth in her core fading with it. Every second it continued to burn pulled at that inner pool in a way that it wasn't supposed to, draining her to keep it going.

Drakina ended the spell, shaking her head as the fires faded, licking her fingers one last time. She had her magic, still, but it wasn't the right magic. And more importantly...

More importantly, the power of the world around her was closing in. And it was no longer so happy. It was...scared. Intense.

She turned on her heel, slowly spinning in a circle. There was nothing to see, nothing to hear as the magic of the world rose around her, but it was there, nonetheless. Like a weight in the air, slowly coming down on her shoulders, gradually smothering her and pushing her down. It was like sand pressing down on fire, like it had seen something that didn't belong and was trying to get rid of it.

The dragoness gritted her teeth, hissing through them. The magic paused, almost as if it was intimidated.

No. Exactly as if it was intimidated.

You are young, Drakina thought, a slow smile drawing her lips from her fangs. And that youth...means you don't know how to handle this...

It was scared of her, but it didn't have to be. She could use that. She would use that.

"I can feel you," she whispered.

The magic pulled back, drawing away like a pack of wolves from a swung torch. She didn't let it, reaching out and grabbing hold of it with claws that glowed with a deep, purple light, just a hint darker and yet more brilliant than her scales. It pulled against her grip, fighting the hook, but she refused to let go.

"No, no...I didn't say you could go. Come...come here."

The magic fought back, straining against her. Wild magic, indeed, untamed. She imagined that if there were mages in this universe, then they would have caged this magic when they wanted to use it, captured it and forced it into service. Not like the magic back home. Not like the old, loyal magic that presented itself to the dragons and made itself useful when they needed more power.

No, no, no. This was something different. This was something that still burned with the essence of something wild.

"Come here...come...here..."

She was almost cooing to it, a sound that she had previously reserved for her pet of the moment, the 'students' that she had taken in the Dragon Realm. They had been all too easily seduced up there, drawn in by her power, her presence, and perhaps a few cheating methods. This was new, though, different. The magic was scared, but also curious. Curious about her?

No, about what she carried. About the magic that was in her, that she had as a dragon. She smiled, shifting the spell on her fingers. No longer a restraint, but rather, something that opened up, a gateway into her.

"Come here...come to me...good...good..."

Even as she spoke, she molded her spell, making it softer, gentler, letting the little tingle that came from it lose the edge that had hooked the magical field around her. Instead, it became something smoother, something that allowed her to pet and stroke. That seemed to soothe it, and the magic pushed up against her from all sides, almost like some great serpent wrapping around her, or some pack of animals that wanted to share her warmth.

Drakina opened herself further. She pulled the magic towards her, allowing it to enter through the little gaps of her spells. It slid inside, little muzzle-like protrusions entering her personal aura. Sniffing at her, examining her, learning her. Here was different magic, new magic, and her, the one that treated it, tamed it.

Heh...heh...

She kept her little laughs down, knowing that it would startle the magic, but it was hard not to think it. Her brother had always seen magic as something that worked as a natural force in the world, and to some extent he was right. However, there was something more to it than that. It was not a force like gravity, but a force like the wolves of the forest, or the servants of an establishment. It made things happen, but it was living. It had its own sort of direction. Sometimes intelligent, sometimes downright stupid, but there was a consciousness behind it that had its own motives.

And that sort of intelligence, that kind of consciousness, was something that someone could manipulate. Something that she had proven over and over again was possible, and now, she had a magical aura all around her that was just begging for someone to take control, to teach it, to guide it.

It filled her, suffused her. Drakina pulled the energy in, guiding it with those same soothing strokes, and sent it towards her dislocated wing. The adrenaline of dealing with the magic, the sheer distraction that it had offered, had made her forget the pain that pulsed through her back. Yet, no sooner had she been reminded of it than the magic started fixing it, pulling at her wing and then -

POP!

"NNNGH!"

She stumbled forward, leaning against the ruined husk of one of the trees she'd hit on the way down. The magic surged, startled, afraid, but she turned the hiss into something else. A chuckle, just as rueful as the one that she'd let out when she was falling through the multi-verse on the way here.

"Didn't think that would be enough to knock me over, did you?" she whispered.

The magic faltered slightly, as if confused. Did she...want that? Did she want to be challenged, pushed?

"Ah ah..."

A little flex. Not much - she didn't have nearly the energy that she once did - but enough of one to force claws through her magic once more. Not a cage, but claws, teeth, fangs. Enough to show that she had opened herself, and could close herself just as easily. The magic shivered around her, but still pressed close. Drakina smiled.

"Good...good..."

The teeth and fangs turned to pets and strokes once more. The magic calmed again, supporting her, healing her until her wing was as good as new. She allowed it to come loose again after that, the bouncing energy of this world pulling out of her and shifting, sliding, moving in silly playful patterns all around her.

It was like watching pups play. It was...interesting.

But she didn't have time to just rest here. She needed a place to make her own, a place of safety. Drakina started to reach out, only to stop herself.

Can't spend my power that stupidly...

Particularly if someone from the lower villages decided to come see what had caused the disturbance. Normally, she would have welcomed that sort of interference. It would have brought her into contact with the first of her new servants, people that would bow before her and become her hands and arms in this world. It would have been the start of making something for herself.

However, she had less power than she liked, and she didn't know if her advantages back home would work here. She needed time. Time to think, time to rest, time to recover and plan.

She hated planning.

"A cave...I need...a cave."

The magic swirled, and she smiled. It was already curious about her, already helpful. That was something she could work with. She reached out a hand, and it took her by it.

"Take me there."

And it led on.

#

They arrived at a cave a few hours later. The sun had gone from just rising over the horizon to standing tall in the sky, looming over the mountain proper. The cave itself was high up along the slopes, not quite at the cloud line, but well over the rest of the surrounding plains and foothills. She stopped there, turning at the edge of the plateau to look down the way that they'd come.

The world just fell away from her up there, leaving her feeling like she was almost back home. The air was wrong, there was too much ground rather than cloud beneath her, but there was something right about being so high above the rest of the world. Whether there were clouds to hide the earth or not, it didn't matter. She was up above the rest of it.

There was a village almost a straight line down from where she stood. If she had been possessed of her full strength, she might have been tempted to head down there, to take charge of it, to see what she could do. But until she had rested, she planned on taking it slow. Making an ally of the magic in the area was accomplishment enough for someone that had just arrived, she told herself.

She didn't like that she had to console herself. That felt like the act of someone that had lost. And she didn't like to lose.

The magic pulled at her hand, drawing her away. She followed it into the cave, and found herself...disappointed.

Not that it was a small cave. The short tunnel that led in from the initial opening widened into a proper cavern, with stalactites that hung down with a sense of grandeur, with long points coming to an end at least six feet up from where she stood. The ceiling itself was several dozen feet up, with a lit hole in the upper parts that allowed the noon-time sun to stream in and illuminate the place. Two pools at the far end framed it, and she could tell at least one went into the depths of the mountain, bringing forth mineral water that might be quite enjoyable for her.

But it was not home. And it obviously wasn't something that had been lived in.

"Hmmm...hmmm..."

She tapped her chin, and she could feel that the magic was suddenly concerned, almost as if it was afraid that it had disappointed her. The dragoness walked to the center of the room, turning in a circle slowly, then shook her head.

"It needs some...improvements."

Of course, she said that as gently as she could while still maintaining her desires, but it was nonetheless met with a feeling of disappointment in the air. Drakina chuckled, turning in place and crossing her arms.

"Come now. You know this is something I could have found on my own. Let me see something...special."

Almost surprisingly, there was some sort of confusion in the air, something that caught her off guard. The magic seemed to be...less informed, less sure of itself. She could feel it oozing around her, touching the walls of the cave, running along the stone and through the water. It was everywhere at once, but sometimes, it was pushing out more strongly, the stone shimmering as it passed by, the air sparkling, the water flowing and rippling against its own current.

The magic, though with a mind, didn't know what to do. It was unable to focus itself, unwilling to take a guess as to what she wanted. Or perhaps it couldn't guess. Either way, that meant that it was open to direction.

Drakina smiled. That was good.

"Let me show you...come to me..."

It did, sliding up and around her, an invisible serpent exerting pressure that only she could feel. It slid under her arms and over her shoulders, and then up to her neck. It rested against the side of her head, the invisible shape narrowing out, pressing against her earhole for a moment.

"Go in, see what I'm thinking."

There was no pain, barely anything in the way of pressure, but she could still feel something else in her, among her thoughts, slipping through her mind. Drakina breathed deep, forcing herself to stay still despite the odd sensation of something so deep in her mind. It was not physical, not invasive in that way, but it was still there. Still very, very, very present among her thoughts.

What is...this is...we are...you are...

Thoughts were firing, and they weren't hers. Drakina clamped down on them, exerting herself.

Hold.

In comparison to the whispering voice of magic, the 'sound' of herself was far louder, firmer. The magic quieted in her head, pulling back, listening.

Good, good, she said, lowering the volume in her skull, holding her hand to the free side of her head. Very good. Now...look...

Drakina looked back at one of the stone walls. There was no need for windows, but that was not the only decoration that the place could use. She guided the magic to feel with her, to imagine with her, and she allowed it to take hold of the image of a mirror. The concept, the idea, a reflection of what lay before it, the process of the magic seizing the rock and slowly twisting it, changing it, creating something that was far more useful to their purposes -

And the magic let her go. It leaped forward, almost knocking her off her feet from how violent it was, and began swarming over the rock wall. Drakina smirked; so helpful, so eager. Just what she needed from someone under her.

The rock shimmered under the touch of the wild magic, becoming something smoother, then shinier. The sheer side of it faded, becoming something sunken into the wall, then smoothed over once more. The magic came back, touched her, and then got back to work as it refreshed itself to the idea. Stone along the side of the increasingly smooth surface started to take on designs, from flying dragons to winged serpents, and even a few more perverted designs.

Within a minute, a mirror had come into being, completely formed and well-shined for her purposes. Drakina chuckled, moving to stand in front of it to see what the fall through the multi-verse had done to her.

"Hmm...for that rough of a landing, I'm not doing too badly," the dragoness said, turning in place.

She had always done rather well for herself. The gold of her hoard - well, of the shared hoard with her brother - had allowed her to spin robes of gold when she deigned to wear anything. Her horns had been decorated with bands of silver and chains of shimmering steel, running from the base to the tip. Her shoulders had been draped in a cloak of red silk, something that made her look like an overlord. She'd gained weight during the years of parties and debauchery on the mountainsides of the Dragon Realm, but...well, it seemed that she had flown longer than expected.

While she had never been fat, she had lost weight during the long flight through reality. She had slimmed down, her body swerving in around the hips to create a narrower waist than she liked. Due for a feast, she was, of many sorts.

But she still looked well enough. Drawn, but that would be fine after she had some food. And more to the point, her body would still draw in those that would be useful to her.

She reached her hands to her chest, fondling her breasts. They, at least, had not shrunk, and were still more than enough to fill her hands. Purple scales turned darker as they rolled down from her shoulders until they grew to a deep, dark version of the color along her chest, and her nipples were darker still, particularly as they grew pointed and stuff from her fondling. She lifted her breasts up and let them fall with a loud 'pap' against her chest. Full and filled, should she wish; she currently did not, but it might be interesting to tease some with a little milk.

She ran her hands further down, feeling the unfortunate slimming around her middle. Having never approved of a dragoness that didn't fill out at least a little in the middle, she found her stick-figure self rather annoying. It could have been fixed right then and there, but she held off. Her power could be reserved for greater, more important things.

Further still, her hips. They'd always been wide, her ass large. She had used it to tease her brother close more than once. He always fought her on it, but she had never seen the point; they weren't reproducing, and they weren't technically related, much as he seemed to consider them so.

A sharp spank confirmed that her broad rump still had that jiggle that held the eyes of the males and females of her old home. But there was still more to check.

I hope you still work...

She turned to face the mirror properly once more, running her hand down between her legs. Her pussy could wait. Her cock, on the other hand...

Lifting the limp shaft, she spun it around a few times. Still good and sensitive, which was a plus. It throbbed pleasantly upon squeezing it, and she smiled as she felt her pussy juice slightly behind her balls as she worked herself up. Yes, that was what she'd been hoping to feel. A very good reaction.

It didn't take long for the uncut shaft to start working its way to a full erection. She felt it up, stroked it, teased it until it was standing up full and firm. Memories of standing cock to cock with her brother, purple shaft against black, came flooding back, and she chuckled as she allowed it to bob up and down.

The world magic pushed down against her, curiously nudging against her cock. She smiled.

"You will learn. You will learn. First...let's finish adjusting this cave."

#

It took surprisingly little time, and far less effort than customizing her home would have normally involved. The energy of the world around her seemed limitless, and its desire to please her seemed to have no end. By the time they were done, she had a throne, the pools behind it had been enchanted to create an archway of water from one to the other, and the sides of the cavern had been filled with...traps. All kinds of traps along the smooth wall meant to protect the mistress of the cave.

It was exactly what she needed, and it was everything that she could have wanted. She leaned back on the throne, relaxing as she allowed herself to get comfortable. The stone was cool against her rump and pussy, and her sac dangled off. The magic in the air around her coiled around her ankles, both attentive and a little bit demanding. She smiled, lighting her fingers with her magic to stroke it.

"Good...good..."

It almost vibrated around her, though she could feel that it wasn't entirely bound to her will. Not yet, at least. It still had much to learn, and was more curious than subservient. It was trying to make her happy now that it knew that she could interact with it, that she knew it, but it would be less than obedient in a more stressful situation. She would have to find a way to ensure that it stayed on her side.

But that was fine. She could do that. After all, she'd broken a number of her own kind under her heel before; something that was barely conscious should be easy enough to guide to her purposes.

As she relaxed, she realized that she had been distracting herself the whole time, that she had managed to keep from thinking of her home and what it had felt like to be kicked out of the Dragon Realm this whole time. She hadn't thought about it at all, not since falling asleep during her 'flight' from her home to...wherever this was.

Drakina expected to be sad, or angry, or something else entirely. Instead, she felt...almost a strange sense of relief.

Not entirely, of course. She couldn't lie to herself and say that things were completely better than they had been, that she had been given a gift. Being away from the Dragon Realm felt like someone had ripped a good chunk of her out and displaced it among the stars. The sheer ease, the confidence that came from being there, of the assurance that she was always right and could never be wrong - for what dragon could be wrong? - had been stolen away, and replaced with the knowledge that either she was wrong and was being punished, or they were wrong and thus something was out of place with the universe.

The purple dragoness thought about that for a moment, then let it go. The other dragons could handle that on their own. She didn't have anything that linked her that strongly to that world, and if the dragons in charge were that willing to see her gone, well, their loss.

I'll just make it work here, she thought, closing her eyes. At least this time, there's nothing like the archmages to screw me over.

It was time for a nap, she decided. Once she was rested, she could take charge and see what she wanted to do with this place - or, perhaps, go to a different mountain, a different location - but for now, she would get some rest.

#

Click.

Drakina opened one eye, not surprised to hear the sound of a trap going off. Judging from the low level of light coming through the entry tunnel and the light hole in the ceiling, the sun had gone down, which meant that she'd been out cold for a goodly number of hours. Stretching her arms over her head, she panned her head around to see what had been caught.

It turned out to be a squirrel. A young male, from the looks of it, standing perhaps at the height of her breasts. Considering her own height, of course, that meant that he was probably normal-sized. Maybe slightly taller, as a matter of fact. Thorn-torn, rock-worn leather breaches led up to a vest that suggested that he'd worked the woods and timber yard she'd seen further down the mountain, and she chuckled as he fought against the stone shackle that had appeared around his ankle. The sound, of course, drew his eyes to her. They went wide immediately, unsurprisingly.

"You...how..."

"We'll get to that in a minute."

Drakina patted the air between her legs, half-expecting to find the magic still holding her. No such resistance awaited, so she felt free to stand, which she did. The squirrel's eyes darted across her body, flicking from her bare breasts down to her swaying shaft. She imagined that they'd go wider still if she turned around, if she showed off everything that she had.

It had been a little while since someone had looked at her like that. Since before they had imprisoned her back in the Dragon Realm, as a matter of fact. She had been being 'good' for a while, hoping to throw them off. Not that it worked.

Now...was there any point in holding back? She smiled as she decided that there wasn't.

"Let me have your name," Drakina said as she approached her prisoner.

"You...what are you?"

"Hmm, now, what do you think I am?"

"A...a demon?"

"Heh...heheh...oh, dear. I'm not anything like a demon." Rubbish things that they were, they still had a few positive points. Despite that, they were far beneath a dragon. "Nothing like, at all."

"..."

"I'm a dragon. And I still don't have your name."

"I...I..."

He was terrified. Were they so blithefully unaware of magic that a simple trap like this could befuddle them? That spoke wonders as to how easily she'd be able to protect herself once she had the chance to master the magic here. It would only take a few more days, she was sure, at least to get the basics down.

But until then...she still had her own. Weak as it was, she still had her own power.

She stopped before the squirming squirrel, grabbing him by the chin. Flexed claws kept him from squirming, and she pulled his head up so that they were eye to eye, nearly nose to nose. She embraced her power, and felt the burning start in the back of her eyes. Purple flames bloomed in his gaze.

"Listen to me, little one...listen to my voice...listen to my words...and obey."

"Ah...ah...you...you're..."

"I am your mistress now..."

The squirrel squirmed, but it was weak. The flames of her eyes were already consuming what lay behind his, finding resistance, hesitation, fear, inhibitions, and consuming them as fuel. She could feel his gasps of fear turning to shudders of anticipation, and it didn't take long before he had the scent of a little slave eager for the touch of his mistress.

It was not that dissimilar to a broken dragon, now that she thought of it. One that fell far enough could shed any shell, she supposed.

"Listen to me...and obey."

"I...I obey..."

"Tell me your name, little one," she said, her other hand moving to the waistband of his pants. No point in allowing him to keep them; there were standards around her. "Tell me your name, and we will get started..."

The End

Summary: Drakina faces a similar challenge to Drac, being kicked out of the dragon realm and flying across the multi-verse. Unlike her brother however, she's perfectly fine staying where she is.

Tags: H/M, H/solo, Nudity, Teasing, Mind Control, Series, Fantasy, Squirrel, Dragoness, Dragon, Drakina, Magic, Masturbation, Bondage,