The black dragon stepped into the Continuity, and as he did, the world shimmered from his wood-walled study to a tree-studded vista. Fresh air from a different world washed over him, and he smiled as he looked over the world of a comic book. Trees that were carefully drawn and then delicately placed, rolling hills that had that smooth-rounding that only endless simplified background work could achieve, the black spots that blocked off the parts that didn't need to be seen: it was as familiar as the artist herself back in his world.

Draconicon let himself adjust to the world, the black spots becoming more like shadows, the smooth edges getting a little roughness to them, and the trees taking on more defining features. Everything became more real, and yet, still itself. Still bright, still surprisingly vibrant, and most importantly, still the world that he'd come to visit.

Once it had all stabilized, he reached for his jacket pocket and pulled out a small sapphire. He tossed it up and down before letting it rest on his palm, the narrow-bottomed triangle spinning over his palm.

"Alright, Ruby, where are you and your friends at the moment?"

The triangle spun three times before pointing off toward the forest, just a little off-north. Draconicon nodded, dropped the gem back into his pocket, and set off. He had a dragoness to find - and have a little fun with. He flicked his finger over his shoulder, setting a recording spell to work; he had a friend or two that would love to watch the whole process when he got back.

#

Two hours of walking - and more than a little cursing of Continuity portal placement - later, the dragon arrived at a small village in the middle of the forest. He blinked at the semi-familiar look of the town; he swore that he'd seen this place, but not in Ulti's comic.

"One second," he muttered, rooting through his pockets. "I swear, if this is - oh for the love of..."

He pulled out the enchanted map he'd brought along and groaned. It was. It was Caraton, a place that was tangentially related to the comic-world he was visiting at best. He folded up the map and put it back in his pockets, pinching the bridge of his nose and taking a few deep breaths.

"Okay, alright, that's not a big deal. So long as they're just visiting and they're not pissed off yet, everything should be fine."

Brushing off residual dirt and dust, he stepped into the village proper. It was a small place, a mining town that time had forgotten; he walked around the Greeter's hut (so strange to see that instead of read that) and made his way into the village square. A few idle villagers walked around in the nude, which probably meant that the horny-plant down in the bottom of the mine hadn't been taken care of yet. Which, in turn, meant that there probably hadn't been anything too extreme with the magician and his friends.

It should be fine. Should.

Draconicon reached the inn. As he reached for the doorknob, he heard familiar grunts and huffs, moans and squelches, and despite it all, a smile crept across his face.

Well, at least they're having fun. Which means that I'm roughly on-schedule.

He opened the door and poked his head inside. As expected, he saw Caspar and a monkey-woman spread out on one of the common room tables having fun, the frog putting that long tongue of his to work in that eager hole. She was panting, moaning, reaching back with flexible feet and groping the bigger male's cock, squeezing it between her toes and tugging on it. Behind the bar, a smug-looking demon had a leopard on his hands and knees, sucking dick and worshiping balls.

"Seems like the right place."

Closing the door behind him, Draconicon walked into the room. Caspar was so busy smooching the monkey's rump that the frog didn't even see him. The demon, on the other hand -

"Hey, if you want a turn, I'll be a second!"

"No rush. I'm just taking it all in," Draconicon said, turning on his heel, the stone just a little cool under his bare feet. "Looks about like how I imagined it..."

The demon didn't seem to have heard him, which was probably all to the good; explaining the metaphysical and magical at the moment would have been something of a problem. Instead, he let himself enjoy the view for a few minutes, just watching how deep Caspar could get his tongue and how much the demon could cum.

Quite a bit, as a matter of fact. The leopard looked like he'd been dipped in white wax by the time that the cocky imp had finished. Draconicon leaned against one of the tables, aware that he was looming over them and trying not to make it worse.

"If you don't mind, I heard that there's a few dragons that just came to the inn. Is one of them named Ruby, perchance?"

He regretted asking almost as soon as the words left his mouth. The nameless one narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. The effect was only slightly ruined by the bobbing dick between his legs, and even then, only slightly.

"Why you asking?"

"Just had the hope of seeing her. And I thought maybe you could point me in the right direction."

"I haven't heard her mention any other dragons she knows that she'd want to see."

"That's because she doesn't know me."

"Yeaaaaaah..." The demon sighed. "I shouldn't have admitted I know her...rookie mistake."

"Kinda. Yeah. So, you do know her...which means she's probably upstairs, from the way that she doesn't like to watch stuff like this. Hot as it is, of course."

Was he being confusing? Yes, intentionally, and it was amusing to watch that annoyed stare turn into raised eyebrows and unspoken questions. Draconicon chuckled, waving his hand as he turned around.

"I can find her from here. Thank you."

"I didn't say you could go. If you got some mischief in mind -"

"Don't worry; I'm not going to hurt anyone."

"Yeah, I don't know you. Do you really think I'm going to take your word on that?"

"Most demons wouldn't, but I know you really, really wouldn't. Not after you started caring for them."

"...How do you know that?"

Draconicon stopped at the bottom of the stairs and enjoyed a smirk of his own.

"Let's just say I've known all of you for a lot longer than you think. But - seriously, I can find her from here. You just keep doing what you're doing. Here. Have a little fun, with my thanks."

Another flick of his finger conjured a ring of black fire. The fire shimmered, then hardened before flying across the room. The demon yelped as it slid over the tip of his cock and rammed down, runes flaring to life as soon as it was solidly secured at the base of his cock.

"What - hey, what the hell did you - ooooooooh fuck!"

"Enjoy the Lust Ring!" Draconicon called over his shoulder as he made his way up the stairs.

That would keep the horny little demon from getting involved. A Lust Ring was a good way to keep any male busy, but demons were particularly susceptible to them. Unlike other items that built up lust to a certain level, Lust Rings took what was already there and hit it with a simple multiplier that varied depending on the caster. A low-libido person wouldn't notice a particularly strong libido, but someone that already had a naturally high one - as that impish dick-on-legs was - tended to be whammied hard enough to keep going for weeks.

And considering that was a times-ten ring, he should be good for hours.

Draconicon reached the top of the stairs and pulled out the triangle again. He walked down the corridor, letting it flick back and forth like a compass needle. Toward one door, then another, then -

Ping.

"Bingo," he muttered, pocketing it and resting his hand on the knob. "Let's see what kind of shenanigans we can get up to tonight..."

The door was unlocked. He gently nudged it, knocking on the side. A grumpy voice gave permission, and he pushed it open the rest of the way.

Unsurprisingly, Ruby was flat on her stomach, pillow over her head, and her feet hung off the end of the bed. Three-toed, soft-soled, quite familiar but far more engaging now that they were actually in front of him. He smiled, tapping his lips as he imagined what kind of play - no, no, better not to get too ahead of himself. He wasn't that kind of thrill-seeker, after all. There were other ways to approach this, better and more fulfilling ways than just binding her to the bed and having his way with her.

Besides, that was just crass. He preferred to have more fun with it.

He shut the door behind him, giving the door and the frame a soft tap and filling them with a locking spell. Once it sealed with a click, he walked around her bed and sat on the other. He took off his outer jacket, resting the golden layer on the bed, and adjusted the vest under it.

"Sorry to bother you, Ruby, but mind if I have a moment of your time?"

As soon as he spoke, she yanked her head up from the pillow. The blue dragoness leaped to her feet, but even that barely brought her to eye level for him; being seven feet tall, Draconicon had a hard time not looking down on people, and this was the only way that he could come close. Ruby didn't run, didn't gasp in fear; instead, she did the same thing that she always did. She got carefully angry, her eyes narrowing as she looked him up and down.

"Where the hell did you come from?"

"Elsewhere; nowhere you know."

"I know places. And I know friends that know places. Where did you come from? How do you know my name?"

"I know a lot. And I'm probably sounding a little creepy, so let me tell you what I can tell you, hmm?"

"You have ten seconds -"

"I know that you and Emerald used to live in a small village before Sofia cursed him and your house burned to the ground. I know that you've been traveling with a young magician named Leo, and other friends, for a while. I know that you've been hit with all kinds of near-misses from all kinds of kinky perversions. And I know that you're still trying to sort through how you feel about all that."

She didn't answer. Not immediately. Her face burned, and he could only guess which of the perversions he'd mentioned that she was thinking of. Inalao, perhaps? Or maybe the slimes that had stripped and fucked them? Perhaps the things that happened with her friend downstairs, or the naked cuddles that she'd shared with Caspar and the others? There were quite a few possibilities, after all.

"I know about you, and I know about your friends. More than you think, but I'm not saying this to scare you - though I probably already have. Heh. I'm telling you this to try and let you know two things. First, that I have enough power that if I wanted to do something, I already would have, so the fact that I haven't should say something in my favor. Second, that you probably shouldn't hide anything from me, because I'll know if you're holding back."

"...What do you want?" Ruby asked.

"Frankly, some time with you."

"Time with - what the hell does that even mean?"

"Honestly, I've kind of been sorting through that myself; I know you're a lesbian, but I think even you'd be surprised how much cock starts rising when people start talking about you."

"I swear, if you tell me that you want to fuck me -"

"Ruby, where I come from, hundreds of people want to do that."

"I - you - what?!"

Draconicon raised his hand. The black fires of his magic ran down his arm before popping up from his palm. Each tongue of flame detached and became a different image, moving in faint ways but mostly just reflecting something else.

First was Ruby on her back, her feet up, her face twisted in distaste as she stroked a cock between her soles.

Second was the dragoness on her knees, her lips pressed between Caspar's ass cheeks, eating the frog's hole and worshiping his rump.

Third was her with spirals in her eyes, on her back, her legs spread as another woman scissored with her and teased her with toes in her mouth.

Image after image danced from his fingers, and Ruby's cheeks turned as red as her namesake as each one appeared. Of course, each piece was slightly different from its origin; the various artist styles bled together, then evolved, matching the visuals of the world around him. They all looked exactly like her no matter who had made them, making each piece of art feel as real as if they had actually happened. The dragon let them float between them for a couple of minutes, then snapped his fingers and dismissed them.

"I'm sorry for the shock, but I figured it'd be the best way to show you I was serious," he said, shaking his head. "Though I imagine that was a little...strange."

"...So many..."

"Well, at least there were a few women in there?"

"...Yeah...a few..."

"Anyway, like I was saying, I have been trying to figure out what I wanted to do while I was here. Because I'll be honest, I've had similar thoughts. Thoughts of enjoying you in various ways. Thoughts that probably would be hard for me to justify doing. But...I'm here."

"And...you have magic. The kind that could..."

"Control you and make you do things in a way that Inalao could only dream," Draconicon confirmed with a nod. "But that doesn't mean that I will. Just that...I could. And afterward, I could fuck with your head enough that you'd feel like it was the best thing in your life. You'd still like women, still be unattracted to men...but you'd remember it as something amazing. Something that you'd wish you could enjoy again. Something that you would struggle to hate."

She sat down and he realized that she was wheezing. It was probably kind of heavy to know that you were sitting in the room with someone that could bend your personal reality that far around the corner and then just keep going. He tapped his fingers together, shaking his head.

"Anyway, that's...starting to sound like bragging, and I honestly feel like I'm going to give you a panic attack if I keep going down that road, sooooooo new topic."

"N-new topic. That - that sounds...good."

"You hungry?"

"Had dinner."

"Want dessert?"

"I - I don't know. I'm a little afraid I'm going to throw up after that."

"Yeah, that's my fault. So...with your permission?"

"Oh. Now you care about permission?"

"Always. So...Ruby. If you'll look at me?"

She did. He didn't know if she did it out of spite or out of desperation, but she looked right at him, deep into his eyes. That was all he needed.

His eyes flashed. The world went bright for him, but for Ruby, it would be like someone had just turned off the thinking machine. Her eyes went blank, her mouth slipping open as her jaw went slack. Draconicon had to use his tail to keep her from slumping forward and falling off the bed, keeping the tip at her shoulder so that they maintained eye-contact.

"That's it. Just stare. Relax. No more thought. No more fear. Just let it all...calm...down."

The heavy breathing stopped. Her blush faded. Her shoulders stopped shaking. Bit by bit, all the stress and strain that had been part of her stance drifted away, leaving her with nothing but a steady, calm, relaxed sort of pose. The sort of thing that he preferred to see, quite frankly. He smiled, nodding at her.

"Good, good. That's better, isn't it?"

She nodded, her eyes never leaving his.

"Yes, that's right. Calm. Calm is good, isn't it? Good girl."

"Mmmph."

"You like being a good girl, so you like being calm. Okay? Keep that there. Right there," he said, tapping his tail against her chest. "Deep in your heart. Remember. 'Good girl' helps you calm down. Every time you hear it, you calm down; every time you hear it, you feel happier; every time you hear it, you sink down, deeper and deeper, to this place."

"Sink...down..."

"Good girl."

Ruby let out a choked giggle of a sound. Draconicon smiled.

"That's better. Sorry for scaring you, good girl. You didn't deserve that."

"Mmmmph..."

"Now, let's come back up for a moment...And you'll remember this part. Remember what I said. Remember what happened. Up...up...and up."

Click.

He pulled his tail back as Ruby shook her head like a dog that had just come in out of the rain. The dragoness blinked, her eyes focusing on him again, and all the memories came rushing back in a split-second. Her eyes widened as she sputtered.

"You just - I just - how - what - I -"

"Words, Ruby. Words."

"What the fuck?!"

"Do you feel better?"

"...A bit, but...holy..."

"Mmm. Takes a little to get used to."

"...Say it."

"What?"

"Say - say the words. I want to see if they work if I know they're coming."

"Heh. Fine. Good girl."

As soon as the words left his mouth, Ruby arched her back, shivering from head to toe. Almost against her will, her shoulders slumped down afterward, her eyes half-closing and her whole body getting visibly relaxed. Yet, at the same time, there wwere a few other little signs of...other reactions. A couple of tiny nubs under her shirt starting to show, a faint twitch to her tail, the way that her toes curled against the ground: they were all undeniable signs - small as they might be - of a different kind of 'happy' going through her.

Ruby groaned a few seconds later, hugging herself.

"Mmmph...that's...that is so..."

"Different?"

She nodded.

"Kind of like when you look at a woman that you like?"

"...A little. It's...different, but..."

"Easier to work with?"

"It's like...like you're turning off everything that says no, and turning on a whole lot of 'yes' switches..."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"...If I know it's coming, no...but - but if someone bad used it -"

"Ruby. I'm going to say this right now. If you want me to go, I can. I want to enjoy this with you - and I can make sure that you have a very good time - but I'm not going to force it. Not like this. Not when the goblin isn't that far back. So. If you want me to go, say it, and I'll walk right out that door. But, if you want me to say that again...all you have to do is stay quiet. Okay?"

A second passed. Two. Five. Ten. Ruby said nothing, but neither did she look away. That was answer enough for him.

"Good girl."

The dragoness shivered again, this time clearly choking back a small moan. She leaned back on her bed - he imagined to stop herself from falling over - but before she could say anything -

"Good girl."

"Mmmph..."

"Good girl."

Every repetition hit her harder than the last. Not only did she relax further and further into it, but the little signs of pleasure that had already started became more obvious. Harder nipples through her shirts, giggles that went from relaxed and happy to almost flirtatious, a faint wet spot starting to show through her pants: all of those and more grew stronger each time that he repeated the phrase.

In less than a minute, she went from shocked and a little afraid to happy, smiling, and just a little bit wobbly. Draconicon smiled at her, resting his hands together over his lap.

"Good girl. Now, how do you feel?"

"Relaxed...very...happy and relaxed..."

"Good girls enjoy that feeling, yes."

"Good girl...really enjoys that feeling..."

"Heh. Good, good. Now, let's be honest with each other, Good Girl. Because a good girl is always honest. How much do you want to try something different?"

"Will I ever see you again?"

"Not unless you want to."

"Then...maybe...if nobody else finds out..."

"Alright. Good girl."

She was sinking deeper and deeper; he wondered if she would ever remember this beyond a buried memory deep in the basement of her mind, further down than any of her other conscious thoughts. Considering that he'd already agreed not to come back unless she wanted him to, that was unlikely. Probably meant that this was something that she didn't want to consider unless she knew that it could only happen again if she let it. Which was fine, honestly; at least he'd have it once.

"I'm going to tell you a list of things, okay? This list is what a Good Girl should always follow. A list of rules. A list of happy things. And you want to be a very, very Good Girl, so you will follow this list."

She nodded, moaning softly.

"Rule one. A Good Girl wears nothing - yes, yes, good girl."

The rule had barely gotten past his lips before she was taking her clothes off. Her top came loose almost immediately, tossed to the side. Her breasts swayed back and forth as she wiggled clumsily out of her pants, and her underwear and bottoms joined her top. She was completely naked in less than a second, and as she sat down, she sat with her legs spread and her chest pushed up. It let him see almost everything, and he smiled as he adjusted himself in his pants.

"Rule two. A Good Girl likes to show off. She likes to be seen, likes to be admired, likes to be wanted."

"Mmmph...do you...want me?"

"Very much. Because you are a very good girl."

"Thank you...thank you..."

She spread her legs further, clearly taking the lesson to heart. Her hips rolled forward, her thighs spreading wider, and he shook his head as he enjoyed everything that she had to offer.

But there were a few more rules to go through before they had fun. A few more rules that would take a little while to settle in.

"Rule three..."

#

A half hour later, they were down in the common room. Caspar had gone off with his monkey friend, and the demon had gone upstairs. Emerald was nowhere to be seen, but a few villagers had come by, and the leopard bartender was still down and keeping an eye on things.

And they all turned as Ruby walked down the stairs in the buff, every scale shining as she smiled wider than she had in a long, long time. Draconicon followed her down, his hand on her ass, squeezing it and teasing it as they went.

They'd barely reached the bottom of the stairs when Ruby wrapped her tail around his waist, pulling herself closer. One hand went right to his crotch, palming it as she looked up with a face of tease and flirtation, like all her cares and inhibitions had slid away.

"I want to show you...how much of a good girl I can be..."

"Heh. You will. But not yet."

"Mmmmph...you sure? I can feel how hard you are...how much you want it...how much you want...me..."

"Soon."

Soon, he would be happy to enjoy her in the common room. He would enjoy pulling her onto his lap and rubbing her pussy for all to see. He would happily pin her to a table and fuck her pussy until she screamed when he filled her with his seed (and maybe his eggs). He would adore sitting her on the table and putting her feet on his dick, letting her emulate the pieces of art where she did that.

But until then, he would like to sit with her, hold her, and see that smile that meant she was so relaxed, so happy, and so carefree. He'd like to appreciate her as the gem she was before he got around to 'polishing' her with all of his ideas.