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The Conditioning of the Feral

A Portal Games Story

for Metalr169

by Draconicon

Getting to bang no less than six gryphon females had been a surprise, but a very welcome one after being in space and on a tropical island. Getting used to the feral equipment had taken some time, of course, but he had made it work in the end. And in the front, too, despite the beaks waiting for his cock. They had been intimidating, but oh so worth it.

The green dragon stumbled away from the sight of the orgy, groaning under his breath and swaying from side to side. The constantly throbbing, churning feeling in his internal balls told him that he probably had the energy and stamina for another few rounds, and looking over his shoulder, he could see that the females were all more than ready for him to come back and take those rounds with them. Two of them were lying on their sides, splaying their hind legs and showing off their creampied pussies to him, their tail feathers raised and their hind-toes curling tightly as he looked at them. It was quite a temptation.

He kept walking. They had been insatiable enough, and while he had the energy for a few more rounds, he didn't want to leave them displeased with him. His mistress had made it quite clear that he had to finish anything that he started, and he didn't plan to pick up any bad habits before his host sent him back to his mistress.

So, instead of turning around, he kept walking. The sea breeze coming up the beach nearly lifted him off his feet more than once, his new wings large and broad enough to catch part of it no matter how he walked or finagled their positioning, but he was big enough to stay planted on the ground as long as he didn't let them unfurl. It was, however, one more thing to learn how to handle.

Jason didn't mind that. He had gone through an entire transformation competition before the Portal Games, and that had been a game of adjusting to one new form after another. This was nothing compared to that.

Yet, even as he smiled at the memories, the events of the Portal Games came crashing down on him again, and the smile died. He had been voted off only a few hours ago, and he didn't know how to feel about it. Sad, he supposed, now that he didn't have someone sucking his dick or shoving a tongue up his ass. There was something to be said about utter debauchery as the ultimate distraction. When your life was one big orgasm, you really didn't have time or energy or space, really, to think about anything else.

But now that he didn't have that...

I guess I can't blame them. Not really.

Jason had entered the game planning to play it a bit more sexually, but even in the first round, he'd realized that wasn't going to be the best idea. There was only so much that seduction would do for him, particularly with the team that he had landed, and he needed to be better than that. He'd thought that, with his skills in a more advanced universe, he would have done better in the second round than he did, but he hadn't reckoned on going feral and taking so long to learn his new body.

Even then...

Eh, he couldn't entirely blame them. He should have tried to rush the portal instead of trying to eliminate someone else at the time. It had been a dumb decision, and they thought that he wanted to leave, anyway.

Just what happens when I don't communicate, I guess. Really should have picked up on that.

But he was rather sanguine about it, he supposed. It would have been nice to surprise Mina with a secondary reality, something to meld things the way that she wanted, but he supposed he'd just have to find something else to bring back to her. Something from this world, something that the master of it wouldn't mind seeing disappear. There had to be something in this city that would fit the bill.

The green-scaled feral dragon stopped in his tracks, turning toward the city. The water washed up over his paws from behind as he looked at the towering spires, the gryphons and other feral dragons flying from skyscraper to skyscraper, the advanced mechanical drones that moved from street to street, and more. The whole place was a mix of science fiction, fantasy, and more, with superheroes flitting from building to building as they chased down super-villains, magic storms of energy lancing from window to window in larger towers, and the list just went on.

Jason's tail wagged from side to side as he imagined bringing Mina here. He imagined his mouse mistress would enjoy this place. Hell, that might be the best idea. Perhaps the game master would be more willing to let him bring his mistress here for a vacation than let him -

"You're dealing with this rather well."

Jason nearly jumped out of his scales at the familiar voice coming from behind him. He whipped around, going from sitting to standing on all fours as he did, and found the black dragon who'd summoned him to this place standing in the surf. No, floating over it, he realized. The two-legged dragon smiled, his bare feet floating half an inch over the incoming waves, just barely missing being touched by them.

"Something the matter?" the other dragon asked.

"...Just didn't expect you to be right behind me."

"That's fine. Nobody expects the draconic inquisition."

"...Heh, that's a good one."

He rubbed the back of his head with a forepaw. There didn't seem to be any good way to transition to his request, but at the same time, there was no way to go back to what he was doing, either. And the sudden appearance of the game master - and probably the owner of the city, from what he remembered - was more than slightly off-putting. He hemmed, hawed, and finally just came out with it.

"Um, not to be rude, but what do you want?"

"Oh, just thought I'd check on you, see how you were doing. I did the same to Mchumba when she was eliminated."

"Right. I - oh, wait. She's still here?"

"Heh, yes. Waiting in my tower for me to come back, actually; we've been talking about a number of things. Business, mostly, but a few pleasurable things, too."

"...How pleasurable?" Jason asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Oh, as pleasurable as she likes. Which, when she's around me, is considerably pleasurable. I tend to have that effect on people."

"I'm sure..."

"Heh, you sound...envious. And concerned. Are you worried?"

"Well, you did just..."

"Just what?"

"You threw me into an orgy...and now you're here talking about what you did with the other competitor."

"Ah. You think I'm here to just take control of you and have my fun, is that it?"

"...Well, not trying to insult someone that's obviously far more powerful than me, or make it sound like you shouldn't, but -"

"Trust me, I'm not here to take advantage of someone to that extent," the black dragon said, stepping off the waves and finally touching ground as his toes broke the sand. "I'm happy to take advantage if someone else is in the mood, but I'm not one to rape someone else like that. Particularly not someone that's already committed to someone else, oh scaly sole slut."

"Wha - how did you -"

His cheeks burned, the retreating shaft that had half-buried itself in his genital slit stopping and slowly reversing course. The brief mental image of his mistress's soles, as well as everything else, came flashing back in an instant. Twitch, throb, twitch, throb, and soon, his cock was poking free once more. He squirmed, pulling his hind legs together, his cock throbbing up to slap against his belly for a moment before he could shake his head and stop focusing on it.

"How did you know?"

"I saw every person that I summoned here, Jason. I know who they are, where they came from, what they've gone through. For the most part, at least; some of them have some private moments. But you?" The black dragon smiled. "I watched your little game show. I saw the things that you did, and I saw some of the things that you really, really wanted to do."

"...Like..."

"Oh, like some of the 'forced' submissions that you had going on. The moment with the drider where you really wanted her to egg your ass, or some of the other times when the various tattoos and markings tempted you into being 'forced' into service to the males rather than -"

"Okay, okay, I get it."

It was rather hard to comfortably cover his face with a forepaw, but he managed to find a way to do it. He had forgotten some of the bigger things that had happened during that competition. The drider had been a hell of a temptation, and if he hadn't had such a drive at the time to prove himself to both Mina and the rest of the galaxy - as well as just to wipe the floor with the asshole vixen that was trying to win again - he probably would have succumbed to it. But that? That was nothing compared to the sheer weirdness of all the other things the other dragon was talking about.

The whole cruise ship had been available as a sexual playground, and more than once, he had been 'forced' to give blowjobs and worse. Sometimes as a male, sometimes as a female, but there was that sense of odd...coercion...and while it had made him a little embarrassed, it made it all the easier to go along with it when he didn't have to worry about thinking it through himself.

"I was wondering. Did you ever want to suck a cock without being made to?" the black dragon asked.

"I - before we go further with that, can I have a name? You might have said it earlier, but -"

"Draconicon."

"Draconicon. Thank you." Jason nodded. "Um...Why are you..."

"I'm just curious. You serve a mistress, but you clearly have many desires. And there were things you clearly wanted to do with your team, ways that you wanted to prove yourself. And I know you absconded with Sarah and had some fun with what she had between her legs. Surely that was a bit of a surprise for you?"

"Uh...yeah...a little bit..."

And a welcome one, admittedly, though he wouldn't have said that at the time. He knew how to play with a cock, and he doubted he would have made as good an impact if he had been trying to please some sort of scaly pussy instead. Wished he would have had a better opportunity to show off what he could do after getting used to her, though.

"So, are you actually bisexual, or is it more...opportunistic?"

"Well...I haven't really thought about it. I guess...well, maybe opportunistic isn't really the right word, either, but it's close."

"More like, say, whatever's the right kind of dominant?"

"...Maybe. But that makes me sound like more of a slut."

"Isn't that what you are?"

"I - hey, I can be on top."

"On top of a foot, maybe, humping it while someone else tells you where you belong," Draconicon said with a chuckle.

It worked exactly how he imagined the dragon was trying to make it work, too, making his cock throb slightly and making his cheeks burn all the hotter. Despite the fact that the feral was easily twice the other dragon's size, he was melting under the teasing, and he squirmed from one side to the other, his toe claws digging into the sand and burrowing into the wet ground.

"Look, I"m...mmmph."

"I get it. There's something to be said for forgetting what the other person is when they have that presence, right?"

"...Yeah, kinda."

"You just like letting them put you where you need to be. Follow orders. Do what you're told. Enjoy it when they enjoy you."

"..."

"It's like being the perfect toy, the one that they want most of all, the kind of person worth fighting over because you're fucking sexy, and then they want you enough that they tell you what you need to do, tell you every fantasy that they have because you're so desirable that they can't help but have so many ideas of what to do with you."

"...How did you -"

"I know how these things work, heh."

Clearly. It was hitting the nail right on the head, and well enough to make him blush and throb at the same time. He'd never had someone put the way that his libido worked to words like that before, but it was almost completely accurate. The only thing that was missing was the fact that he did like to turn things around sometimes, but -

Even that's more to make someone else have their fantasy, isn't it? To have someone want you to turn the tables on them, to behave and push you until you have no choice.

Yeah. He had to admit it. Draconicon had him pegged good, and he had been pegged quite well before.

"So, um..."

"Why am I asking?"

"...Kinda."

"Just mostly out of curiosity, making sure that I can still understand from a distance and not get it wrong. It's kinda like asking someone in a book whether you were getting the picture properly, you know?"

"Heh...thanks, I think."

Jason turned back to the city. At least there was someone that seemed to understand it. Mina did a good job of pushing him, but there was something about it that always felt a bit selfish to him. Nothing that she did, of course, but more...more that he sometimes felt a bit selfish for wanting it. He wondered how other couples made it work when they were living as dom and sub, master and slave. He rather liked being under someone's heel, but he knew that it wasn't for everyone, and it sure as hell wasn't for some of those that were more inclined to be more 'equal' with one another.

But how equal was it when Mina might have all the authority, but he kept nudging her to show him how much he mattered, how much she desired him as a slave? Was that fair, or...was that just him being needy without being quite good enough?

It was a question that he had never asked himself because he'd never had the concept to put his needs into words, but now that he did, he felt incredibly self-conscious. It was actually uncomfortable, and he almost wished that the other dragon hadn't mentioned it.

Draconicon walked up to stand beside him, patting his side. It was a moment of comforting silence too soon broken by his host.

"I can make you better, you know."

"What? Where did that -"

"I know when someone is doubting themselves. They always get this sort of stance. They look uncomfortable with themselves."

Jason tried to stand a little straighter and immediately understood what the master of the games meant. He'd been slouching, hunched in. Not massively, but enough for it to have affected his posture, changing how he stood, how he looked forward, everything. He groaned under his breath, his wings pulling in even tighter and his tail coiling around his hind legs.

"I didn't even know I was doing that."

"Trust me, nobody does."

"Was I doing that -"

"For a while, yeah."

"Gods..."

"But the offer's still there," Draconicon said. "You were thinking about how to make it up to someone else, right? Thinking that you might not be doing enough to actually earn that want and devotion from your mistress?"

"...Kind of."

"Well, how about I show you something that every mistress and master enjoys? How about I show you how to go from being just a simple object of value to something worthy of desire?"

"...How do you plan to do that?"

"Oh, in a kinky way. How else?"

"...I get the feeling this is more for you than me," Jason said, smiling despite himself. "How many people have you seduced this way?"

"Hmm...that's a list that will take a while to count. Do you need an exact number?"

"Heh, nah...but...are you sure it'll work?"

"Completely."

"...And it won't do anything to hurt me or my relationship with my mistress, right? This isn't asking me to leave her, break me away from her or anything like that?"

Draconicon smiled, shaking his head.

"Nothing of the sort. Though I'm glad that you asked. It shows that she actually matters to you."

"...She does."

"No, I won't be trying to take you from her, nor trying to supplant her. All I want to do is make sure that you understand your place, and perhaps give you a few skills to take back with you. Does that sound amenable to you? Something that you can work with?"

"...You don't have to dumb it down, you know."

"My apologies. Many people have certain requirements."

"Well, I don't."

"Clearly."

It was fairly standard banter, but Jason knew that it was more down to his need to buy time to make a decision than anything else. He would be happy to have those skills, but it was hard to bring himself to trust someone like this.

Even aside from the fact that Draconicon had pulled him across one universe into two others for the simple desire for amusement and entertainment, there was the fact that anyone that powerful could never be entirely trusted. Jason had made a decision a long time ago that any alien overlord of advanced tech, any mythological wizard, any great and ancient god, were all pretty much the same. They were all so powerful that they stopped thinking like normal people, and that meant that even the good ones were suspect. That kind of power changed your morals, and it meant that you never entirely worked the same afterward.

But, at the same time, this was a reasonably 'normal' city, for all that it was quite casual about sex and the various types of things that flitted around it. The different cross-genres were certainly more fascinating than he had expected them to be, and the casual sex with the gryphons just felt like someone had tossed erotica into the mix rather than just having a random porn scene out of nowhere. The city was a crossroads of different storytelling traditions, that was all, and erotica was no different than fantasy and science fiction and superheroes for all that.

And if a godly being was still horny, then that meant that they still had something to link with.

All in all, it was a scenic mental route to talking himself into taking the offer, and he nodded.

"I'll give it a -"

Click.

"- shot - what the fuck?"

They weren't on the beach anymore. Instead, they were in a bedroom, one that looked out over the city from a great height and was mostly occupied by a bed that was big enough for a full thirteen people. It was rather well-supported from underneath by a steel frame with many legs, and the bed itself was mussed, clearly used recently by who knew what. Jason sniffed the air and wasn't too surprised to smell rat in the air, and relatively familiar rat, as well.

"Mchumba was here?" he asked.

"Among others," the black dragon said, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. "I'm sure that you know where you are."

"...Your bedroom?"

"Correct," the white-eyed dragon said, chuckling. "And you're going to be learning how to serve someone of your own volition, earning that desire that you so want."

"..."

"Don't worry. I won't take it too far. It'll be something that you're reasonably familiar with, after all. There are some shared fetishes here."

"Oh, boy."

"And I'll take it a step further. I won't even require you to call me by a title." Draconicon smiled. "Now...last chance. Ready?"

"...Yeah..." Jason nodded. "Yeah, I think I am."

"Alright. Now, one thing that many masters and mistresses enjoy is a show of obeisance, where a servant knows where they belong and they show it from the start. That doesn't mean that you go begging to serve them, nor does it mean that you go attacking their genitals. There are lines, after all, and you don't want to be seen as some sort of sex zombie, right?"

"God, no."

"Glad we're on the same page. Instead, you show that you understand that you are under them, and by serving something different, you show that you know where you belong, and you offer them the chance to enjoy keeping you there. Do you follow me?"

"...We're talking feet, aren't we?"

"Very good."

"Well, um, you see, I'm more into -"

"Female feet, yes. But don't worry. I can take care of that."

Half-hoping that it meant that the black dragon was going to become a dragoness rather than the other possibilities that loomed so much larger in his mind, Jason shuffled from side to side. There was something about being underfoot that had been rather sexy with Mina, though it wasn't always the biggest thing for him. It was more like a nice bit of foreplay before going into something a little more intense. Footjobs were good, but there was always that intense pleasure of being under her when she started enjoying his cock up her ass, or teasing him about milking him to the end of his endurance to see if he could impregnate her, or one of a thousand other contextual fantasies. Compared to those, simple foot play seemed...well, almost a little juvenile.

Yet, as Draconicon lifted one foot from the ground and the light streaming through the glass walls played off the scales along his sole, even Jason admitted that there was something to it. The shimmer on his sole, the way that the toes glinted in the light, snagged his attention. He leaned forward a few feet despite himself, and he had to catch himself as he realized he was starting to sniff the air.

"What...what the..."

"Oh, don't worry. There's a few enchantments at work. Nothing that you have to worry about."

"But - you said -"

Draconicon curled his toes, pulling the light across his foot as the sole wrinkled slightly. It was a very meaty foot, Jason realized, broad and long at the same time, with a softness to the scales that was surprisingly powerful. He felt like he could lean in and press his face against it, and it would give slightly beneath him rather than just be a hard surface to press against.

He groaned as the thought alone sent a shiver of arousal down to his cock, making it throb up against his belly again. Squeezing his fore and hind legs in, bumping them against each other in embarrassment, he tried to look up and away...

Only to find that he couldn't. Draconicon tilted his foot from side to side, rolling it at the ankle and drawing a circle with his toes. Jason's eyes were locked on those shimmering black scales, unable to look anywhere else, and his cheeks burned as his head felt paralyzed save to track the motions of the other dragon's foot.

"You...you..."

"Don't worry about it. It's just a way to take you out of your embarrassment. Just keep staring at my foot. Think about how good it's going to feel to be under it. How much of an honor it will be to be accepted beneath my sole."

"Nnngh..."

"Think of how much you will learn for your mistress at my heel."

"Mmmph..."

"I am a master of many, Jason. Let me teach you. Fall...under...my sole..."

The feral dragon's legs gave out, and he stumbled, falling to his knees and almost to his belly. The shift of position left him with his head almost on level with the black dragon's foot, the toes barely half a foot from his nose. He could have leaned in and smelled them, breathed in whatever musk clung to the glinting scales.

And he did.

One breath and he had a taste of the slightly sweaty, somewhat warm and earthy scent that clung to the black-scaled sole. It hit him hard, carrying with it pheromones that were far beyond anything that he had encountered during his time on the space cruise liner and fighting against all those other individuals. Even those that had managed to weaponize their scent had never taken it to this extent, and his head spun as he took in one breath, and then another, and another, each one burning through his mind and reducing his inhibitions even as they added to his libido.

"Ah...ah..."

"Yes, that's about right. You want to let all those worries go. Don't worry that you're at a male's feet. Don't worry about the fact that you're under someone else's feet. Just let it slip out of your head and be replaced with pure arousal...and fascination, of course."

"Nnngh...fascination..."

"Yes. Feet might not be your first kink...but they're one of mine. Breathe in."

The dragon spread his toes just as Jason followed his order without thinking, and as soon as he did, the scent grew slightly stronger. He groaned as his cock throbbed up, his mind feeling almost like it was already under the black dragon's heel as it was. He leaned in closer, drawn in by the curling scaly toes as if they were pulling on an invisible leash, and before he knew it, his nose had been pressed against the arch of the black dragon's foot. The toes pressed right against the bridge of his muzzle, just over his eyes, and he breathed in -

"Mmmph..."

And once more took in a lung-full of those pheromones, feeling their rich warmth suffuse him. Draconicon was still talking, too.

"Feet are the lowest part of any dom. They touch the earth. They're walked on. They're a little dirty, and that's part of what makes it so hot. Someone wants to serve so badly that they'll be at your feet, sniffing, licking, cleaning them for the pleasure and privilege of touching you. And you want to be down there."

Want to be down there...

The words had more weight than the foot on his head, and it was slowly pushing him down, down, down until his chin touched the floor. His entire body was flat against the ground, he realized, something that he hadn't even realized was happening until it was done. His cock throbbed so hard that it felt almost like it was vibrating, dancing between his belly and the stone floor beneath him. It oozed with each breath he took, squirting and spurting like mad.

He wanted to be down there, he realized. He wanted to be underfoot, to be pinned, to await use. It felt good to be used. It felt good to be on his belly like some beast, underfoot, where he was shown his place, where -

"You want more than that."

I want more than that.

Yes, yes, more than just being underfoot. There was...something else. Something that he had already been told, but -

"You want to show why you deserve to be there."

Why I deserve to be here...

"Why you are good enough to be there..."

Good enough...to be there...

"Show me."

Mmmph...

Being a feral dragon, there was one great benefit that he had gained compared to his two-legged form, and that was the massive tongue that rested between his jaws. He slowly extended it, dancing the forked tips around the black dragon's heel before twisting it up and around his ankle. Longer, longer, longer it went, and the more that he touched it against his trainer's foot, the more that he tasted those scales. The soft natural raspy taste of the scales themselves was little more than an accent to the taste of light sweat and the deeper, stronger musk. He tasted something salty, bitter, warm, and a little bit of something else, something that made his head spin.

Oh, it was good. It was even better as the black dragon lifted his foot, showing off the underside again. Jason didn't even lift his head, but he did dart his tongue out, tracing a line from the heel all the way to the toes. The already-shiny black scales seemed to gleam even brighter as he 'cleaned' them with his tongue, leaving a lighter line and trail through them from the heel all the way to the curling toes.

It shouldn't have mattered, but the slight groan of pleasure that he drew from the black dragon made him feel all the better about himself. He was good. He was very good.

He had a half-moment of clarity as the black dragon pulled his foot back to look at the underside, and in that moment, he felt...pleased. This...this was something different, something that let him feel like he was giving something back. It was not so much about the footplay, but rather about the desire that it showed.

Yes, yes, he could get into this. He could show Mina how much she mattered to him from underfoot. That wouldn't be -

Then the moment passed, and Draconicon brought his foot back down. The heat and warmth that came off the bottom of the sole was just so intense, and when the other foot slid over, burying his snout between the two of them, it was hard to think of anything but those hypnotic soles. They ground on either side of his face, putting just enough pressure on the sides of his muzzle to keep him in place and just enough of their scent down his nostrils that resistance was effectively impossible.

"Let's make sure that you get this part driven deep in your head, Jason. Something for your mistress, something to give her a way to play with you. Something to show her that you are completely her creature, and all it takes is her standing on tiptoes to get your attention."

"Mmmph..."

"When I'm done with you, you will love feet."

"Mmmph..."

"You will throb just at the sight of a bare sole."

"Nnngh..."

"And you will cum, if your mistress allows, with a simple curl of someone's toes."

It was a complete fetish installation, he realized, something that would follow him for some time. He groaned as he felt his cock throb harder, and even as he stared up at the black dragon's feet, he could all too easily imagine his mouse mistress's soft pink soles, the bald feet and the long toes and the gentle touch of her soft feet against his face...and his cock...

How small they would feel with his feral form against his cock.

That nearly pushed him over the edge, but something - some spell, he imagined - stopped him. His hips hunched, grinding his cock against the ground, but he couldn't quite get off.

"Ah ah ah, not yet." Draconicon smiled as he spread his toes. "You're going to earn that orgasm. Now...put that tongue to work...and let's see just how long you can last beneath me."

"Mmmph...y-yes..."

"Lick...lick, little foot-dragon...lick, and let me see if you or Mchumba are better at this..."

The End

Summary: Jason has some time in Draconicon's city after being eliminated from the Portal Games, and has some fun with the dragon master.

Tags: M/M, Feral/Anthro, Foot Fetish, Mind Control, Hypnosis, Musk, Pheromones, Dragon, Draconicon, Respect, Consensual, Teasing, Erection, Dom/Sub, Teaching, The Portal Games, Portal Games,