Idris 1-4 A better offer?

Idris poked the strange creature with a stick and waited to see if it would move. It resembled a dragon with greenish-yellow scales and a soft white body. It had two legs, two arms, and a set of wings that were as long as its body. However, the creature was no larger than that of a modest house cat with a slightly longer neck and tail.

“Are you dead?” Idris asked as she poked it again. “Because I want you to be awake when I kill you myself.”

The creature twitched an arm and moved its tail as it started to come around. Idris leaned over the stunned creature and placed a hand on its side. With soft words, she bestowed a healing, mending its injuries just enough to bring it around.

“What was that horrible thing?” it said as it raised its weary head. It blinked its eyes and looked up at Idris with a playful smile. “Hello, dirty slut.”

Idris grabbed the beast by its long neck and lifted it from the ground. She shook the creature and held it at eye level so she could stare it down. “I am going to skin you and use your hide for a belt.”

“Now, now, let’s not do anything rash,” the creature wheezed through its constricted airway.

“You don’t want me to do anything rash?” Idris balked as the memory of what had previously happened still haunted her. “You used some kind of magic to trick me into pleasuring a zombie!”

“I was only trying to help,” the creature groaned as she squeezed harder. “I thought you were a dirty slut. You said so yourself.”

“I was talking out loud and being dramatic!” she shouted.

“My mistake,” it groaned and tried to pry her hand away. “If you don’t mind, It’s getting hard to breath.”

“Good,” Idris snapped and leaned in. “What are you, anyway?”

“A pseudo dragon,” the creature coughed as it struggled. “Please, could you loosen your grip a little?”

Idris opened her hand and let the beast fall to the ground with a thump. It curled into a ball to groan as she leaned over it with rage in her eyes. It was still wounded from its battle with her minion, with most of its stamina drained.

She wanted to stomp the beast into the dirt for tormenting her but somehow abusing a wounded creature a fraction of her size felt wrong. Despite how annoying it had been and what it had tricked her into doing, she couldn't bring herself to kill a helpless creature.

“Lay still,” she sighed and knelt beside it as she fell into a heal. She touched the beast, and a golden spiral flowed around its body, soothing the injuries away. This time she didn't hold back and kept up the healing until it was recovered. She watched as the beast got back on its feet and looked up with a curious expression.

“Why did you do that?” he asked.

“Because I wanted to,” Idris sighed. “Now, leave me alone. I have to make the most of the time I have before it runs out.” She stood and went to her pack, eager to get moving. Though she had been tricked into doing something she would not have otherwise, she wanted to make the most of the outcome. She could feel Roric clearly and would for several hours now. She buffed her stamina so she could run for longer, determined to gain as much ground as possible.

“Wait?” the creature called as she ran off. “Where are you going?”

“None of your business,” Idris called back. “Now fly away, or I will summon something more horrible to get rid of you.” She never looked back as she ran at a jog, following the road and hoping they were just ahead. To her annoyance, she heard the flapping of wings and glanced over her shoulder to see the little dragon was right behind her.

“Why are you following me?” Idris groaned as she wished she didn’t have such a soft heart.

“Why didn’t you kill me?” the dragon asked as if it couldn’t understand.

“I don't kill helpless creatures,” Idris replied. “But you're healed now, and I won't give you a second chance.”

“No, no, I wasn’t trying to provoke you,” the creature insisted.

“Then why are you still here?” Idris asked as she considered using her rotting cloud to vaporize the beast.

There was a little sigh, and she glanced over her shoulder to see the beast had stopped. She came to a halt a dozen steps away and turned back to watch the creature with concern.

“I am lonely,” the dragon said as it hung its head low. “I haven’t had anyone to play with for so long. You are the first person I have seen in weeks.”

Idris had to take a moment to consider that response. Why was this miniature dragon talking like it had feelings? NPCs never expressed these sorts of concerns as they were little more than programs. Yet, she couldn't help but feel the creature was indeed sad and suffering in isolation.

“You’re lonely?” Idris asked.

“Wouldn’t you be?” the dragon replied.

“But, your a sew doh dragon,” Idris said as she butchered the name.

“Pseudo dragon,” he corrected. “My name is Zilendrallis” “And that doesn't mean I don't get lonely.”

“Zilendrallis?” Idris repeated clumsily as she tripped on the syllables. “Your name is too long.”

“It's a good dragon name,” he protested, looking at her with big, pleading eyes. “So, could I come with you?”

Idris wanted to say no, but he would probably follow her anyway. She tried as hard as she could to think of some reason to send the little creature away, but nothing came to mind. She wasn't cruel, and the little dragon seemed sincere in his request. Besides, she could use a little company beyond the shuffling zombies.

“I am calling you Zil,” Idris said as she studied the funny creature. “Well, if you want some company, you can travel with me for a bit.”

“I can?” the creature said as it bounced in the air. “You are a kind person, dirty slut.”

“My name is Idris!” she snapped and pointed a finger at the beast. “Stop calling me that.”

“But you said….” the creature began causing Idris to growl.

“I said that to myself as I was musing over a thought,” she replied and turned around. “Now, if you want to come with me, you have to hurry. I am on a timer and want to cover as much ground as possible before it runs out.”

She took off at a brisk pace, with her zombies stumbling along behind. Zil easily flew beside her, asking questions about why she was in the forest. Idris found the creature's behavior to be reminiscent of a player, but that couldn't be. You couldn't pick animals or beasts as your race, or most people would play actual dragons, giants, or even more powerful things. So how was it this tiny dragon was so life-like and curious? Certainly, none of her villagers had ever displayed this level of personality.

“Where are we going?” Zil asked as he flew over a tree branch.

“I am looking for some friends,” Idris replied. “They invited me to join them, and I am seeking them out.”

“So you’re on a quest,” Zil said as he landed on a branch just ahead. “What’s the reward?”

Idris was about to say long nights of torrid sex, but she wasn't ready to be called a dirty slut again. She toned her reply down, choosing to say companionship and love.”

“Oh, so you're lonely too,” Zil replied and dived off the branch to fly around her. “But now we're together. We're friends now.”

“We are traveling together,” Idris corrected and glanced at the creature. “By the way, how did you do that?”

“Do what?” the dragon asked.

“Make me see an elf instead of a zombie,” Idris said,

“Oh, that,” Zil laughed. “I can do illusions and other fancy tricks.”

“So that's all it was? An illusion?” Idris questioned. It seemed too simple an answer as she wondered why she hadn't smelled the difference. Her zombies were more the dry, leathery skin type and not a rotting corpse, but they still didn't smell like a living being. Zil explained that as a fey creature, he could create illusions so real that they could be touched.

“Wait, how do you touch an illusion?” Idris asked as the concept was lost on her.

“It's not so much that the illusion itself is real,” Zil explained. “But I make your mind think it is. You believe you are touching it, so you do. Does that make sense?”

“No,” Idris sighed as she struggled with the concept. If it was an illusion, it wouldn't matter what she believed; it was still fake. Then she wondered what would happen if she actively disbelieved, would the illusion fade? She continued this thought while checking her interface to see when her stamina would run low.

“You don't believe me do you?” Zil asked before flying ahead. “Then, let me show you,” Zil said, and suddenly his scales glittered with a rainbow of colors. A golden cup appeared in the air just ahead, bringing Idris to a halt. She eyed the dragon, who flew around it before suggesting she take it.

“Take the cup that isn’t real?” Idris asked.

“Just take it,” he insisted.

Idris reached out a hand and, sure enough, felt the touch of cold metal. She could feel the heft of its weight and looked inside to see a red liquid. A sniff revealed it to be wine, so she lifted it to her lips and took a sip, savoring the delicate flavor.

“This can’t be real,” she said.

“It isn’t,” the dragon replied. “You aren’t holding anything, but your mind thinks you are.”

Idris turned the cup around in her hands and tried to will herself to disbelieve it. She did everything she could think of to dispel the cup, yet it remained as real to her as the world around them. She took another sip and wondered if she had actually sucked off a zombie. If her mind couldn't tell the difference, then had it really happened?

“Do you believe me now?” Zil asked.

“This is very interesting,” Idris said and tossed the cup to the side to see the wine spill out as expected. The cup hit the ground as the wine fell about it, but the illusion instantly faded away. “Why did it go?” she asked.

“I let it fade,” he replied. “I can keep up to three small illusions going with no concentration. Bigger or more complex illusions require some effort, and elaborate ones are taxing.”

Idris nodded though she honestly didn’t understand it. She ran on, pondering how an illusion could be so real she could taste it.

“So, are these friends of yours nice?” he asked.

“Why do you care?” Idris asked, watching him roll to his back in the air as if swimming through it.

“I was hoping they would like me,” he replied.

“You are going to be gone before I meet them,” Idris snapped. “I don't need you around to make comments.” She didn't want the little beast to see the sex and debauchery that would likely follow when the chastity belt came off. If he was calling her a dirty slut now, what would he say after a sight like that? Still, she saw a bit of disappointment in his eyes until he suddenly lit up again.

“I can be very discreet,” he insisted while turning a corkscrew in the air that left a purple trail.

“Why do you glow sometimes?” Idris asked as she noticed the color changes.

“It's part of my power,” Zil replied. “Pseudo dragons are magical in nature, and we often glow when using our powers.”

She could only assume he had been using his powers to fly in such a funny way. In fact, all his movements were reminiscent of playing as if flying was an absolute joy. She began to wonder what flying was like and why she hadn't picked a race or class that could. Her mind was so preoccupied with the thought that she didn’t notice the movement to her left. The roar was the first sign of trouble as a gore wolf burst through the trees.

Idris fell over as the beast tackled a zombie and nearly tore it apart. It was the size of a bull with a body nearly devoid of hair. Its skin was mottled and bumpy, covered by what appeared to be sores. The face was gaunt, with the skin pulled away from the snout to reveal the bones of its jaw.

She went for her wand as the other two zombies rushed in, but a second growl made her turn about.

“What the hell!” Idris cried as a dragon crouched on the road before her.

The wolf turned in reaction to the sudden roar and snarled as a dragon the size of a large horse snarled with a mouth full of wicked teeth. The two faced off in a duel of angry growls until a gout of fire filled the air. The wolf immediately fled, rushing into the trees as Idris stood by in shock.

“I scared him off,” Zil said as he turned his long neck to stare at Idris.

She overcame her shock as the dragon looked at her with curiosity. She realized this must be another illusion and reached up a hand to touch him. His skin felt like she would expect scales to feel, and even depressed when she pushed on him. No matter how she tried to convince herself, she could not see through it.

“So, is this an illusion?” she asked.

“It is,” he replied. “I can't get any bigger, though. There are limits to size and volume.”

“How do you know all this?” Idris asked. “Only a player understands the system.”

“What are you talking about?” Zil asked as he twisted his head to the side.

“I am saying you're an NPC, and NPCs don't act the way you do,” Idris said though she knew it was pointless. It didn't matter how often you told an NPC what they were; they never understood it. They just went on as they always did, doing whatever it was they were supposed to do. Zil looked at her funny for a moment, then threw his head and began to laugh.

“Why is that so funny?” Idris demanded.

“You think I'm one of the lifeless ones,” he said through his bellows. “You can't tell I am me.”

“I know the rules,” Idris said defensively. “Races like yours aren’t playable.”

“What rules?” Zil asked as he got control of his laughter. “I only know the magic of the fey worlds.”

“See, that sounds like an NPC,” Idris pointed out and turned to look at her mangled zombie. She quickly bent down and applied mend the dead, restoring the creature to an uninjured state. It stood and picked up the spear that was its weapon before joining the other zombies.

“See, now that magic looks fun,” Zil said as he fluttered to her side at his regular house cat size.

“That's necromancy,” Idris replied and looked at him. “And most of its practice is forbidden.”

“Why?” the little dragon asked as she turned to continue her journey.

“It would take a long time to tell you the story,” Idris replied, but she knew they had a long time, and he wasn't going to give up asking. She settled in to tell the story, or at least as much as she knew of it. Zil listened to the details with a sense of interest, asking questions like why there were undead in the first place.

“It’s just part of the game mechanic,” Idris insisted. “Like your fey magic.”

“So you’re playing a game,” he noted.

“No, we are playing a game,” Idris countered and gestured to the world around them. “All of this is the game world.”

Zil flew up to her head and started poking around at her hair, causing her to swat him away.

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

“Looking to see where you bumped your head,” Zil replied. “You have confused thoughts.”

“No, I am a player from another world,” Idris insisted. “And you are a part of the game sent to annoy me.”

“I am from Fahlsizarah,” Zil replied. “The magical home of the fey dragons.”

“Whatever,” Idris groaned and ran on. “I am from Russia.”

“Russia,” Zil repeated. “Rush ah. Ruh said. I like how that sounds. Is it nearby?”

“Hardly,” Idris said and shook her head. How was it she was having a conversation like this with an NPC? As much as she tried to make sense of it, more and more, she was beginning to have doubts. Like the illusionary wine glass, she could find no way to prove Zil wasn't real. He even laughed at her belief that he was an NPC, a reaction she had never heard of them having before. This prompted her to ask about his home, and she was surprised by the detail he was able to provide.

Zil described a magical land of dense forests and sunny glades full of creatures tightly bound to nature. The flowers glowed or dripped with golden nectar while fairies built houses out of mushrooms. It sounded like a fantasy story from earth or some children's game, but Zil was insistent it was real. He told Idris how the streams started high in the branches of the towering cloud trees. These trees were so tall their leaves were in the clouds causing the water to condense on their surface. This rained down to gather and form small channels of water that flowed through the enchanted forests.

“The pseudo dragons like to live in those trees,” Zil explained. “We are at home in the branches.”

“Like a bird,” Idris recognized as she tried to envision the sight. “So the trees go all the way to the clouds?”

“Here, let me show you,” Zil said as his scales glowed a rainbow of colors.

Idris came to a halt as the world around her changed to a forest whose trees were three times the size of the ones she had previously been under. Their branches spread out into canopies of color that defied logic. Yet, despite how dense they were, the ground beneath was still bright, as if the colorful plants and mushrooms that grew all around were providing their own luminance. Zil held out a hand and encased her in a bubble that carried her upward until they came through the leaves, only to discover a second forest above.

“This is stunning!” Idris gasped as she looked about to see trees whose trunks were as big around as a barn rising into the sky so high they created a second canopy over the first one. Water flowed down their trunks in places like waterfalls from tropical cliffs. In other places, it rained down in never-ending showers causing a wild display of rainbows.

“That’s what they look like,” he said and pointed to one of the giant trees.

“Zil, this is breathtaking,” Idris gasped. “Where is this place?”

“I told you on my world,” he replied.

“Yeah, but where? Is it in those elven kingdoms I heard about?” she asked.

“What elven kingdoms?” he replied as the vision faded.

“Wait? I wanted to see more,” Idris pleaded.

“I can’t,” he explained. “An illusion of that size is too hard to maintain. You’re lucky I could show you that much.”

“Idris licked her lips and tried to see the vision in her mind. It was one of the most beautiful places she had ever seen, and she wished she could see it again. It was then a thought came to her mind as she remembered the dreams of Roric and his family.

“Roric,” Idris gasped and turned on the dragon as she realized she was on the ground with the bubble gone.

“What does Roric mean?” Zil asked as he came to stand on a nearby tree branch.

“That’s the friend I am looking for,” Idris explained. “He and his harem are looking for a place to build their home. They described it as a beautiful magic forest.”

“So?” Zil replied as he curled his tail about the branch.

“So, they want a fey-like forest, and one of them is a fairy girl,” Idris said as the dragon perked up. “If you show them that vision, they might create that for you and maybe let you dwell in the forest with them.”

“You think they would?” Zil asked as his eyes sparkled.

“We could always ask,” Idris replied as she longed to see that sight again.

“See, I knew you were a good person,” Zil said as he jumped off the branch and, to her surprise, began to shrink. He settled on her shoulder and curled his tail around her neck for support. “So, how do we find them?”

Idris blushed as she considered telling him how Roric was to be found. How could she explain her predicament and what the cost of locating him was.

“Oh, you can change colors too,” Zil said as he noticed the flush of her cheeks.

“No, I can't. I mean….” Idris stammered as she struggled to figure out how to say this. “Look, it's very personal.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” he insisted.

She gritted her teeth and decided to get this over with. She explained how she met Roric and his girls and briefly what happened afterward. She then told him about the dream and waking up to discover her imprisonment. She then went over Roric's offer and the choice she had to make

“So, you’re trapped in your clothing?” Zil asked.

“Not this clothing,” Idris said as she tugged on her dress. “It’s underneath.”

“Can I see it?” he asked.

“What? No,” Idris replied as she blushed again.

Zil looked at her strangely but held his tongue a second before finally offering a suggestion.

“Maybe I can get them off,” he said.

“How?” Idris asked, now interested in his idea.

“Well, with magic, of course,” he replied as his wings glowed with glittering light. “We pseudo dragons can do all sorts of things.”

“It's magically locked, and there are only two keys,” Idris insisted. “One with each master. It is my choice which one I choose to serve.”

“What do you mean by serving?” he pressed.

Idris wanted this conversation to end as it was incredibly embarrassing. She explained the process of collaring and slavery and how she would be Roric's sex slave forever more. Zil was fascinated by the idea that she would wear a collar and her body would be Roric's to use how he saw fit.

“So if he told you to have sex with a troll?” Zil asked.

“Will you stop asking questions like that,” Idris demanded.

“That means you would have to do it,” Zil laughed. “You are a dirty slut.”

“Oh, I knew you wouldn’t understand,” Idris complained and stormed off.

“Wait,” he said, reaching his long neck around to look her in the face. “Explain it to me.”

“It's about submission,” Idris said. “There is a power in giving control over to another being. For some people, it stirs an emotional storm inside that is very hard to describe.”

“But you like this feeling?” he asked.

“Yes,” Idris admitted. “I liked it a lot for the short while we played at it.”

“But what if he abuses you?” Zil asked.

“I trust him not to,” Idris said with a shrug. “He has three girls already, and they all love him. During the short time I was with them, I felt nothing but compassion from him. But that's part of it as well. You can't just submit to anybody. It has to be someone you trust and who loves you. This is a give-and-take kind of relationship. If I submit to somebody, they must agree to take care of me. I become their responsibility, and they are obligated to see to my well-being. They can't just lock me in a cellar and take me out when they want to use me. “

“Why not?” Zil pressed.

“The magic doesn't work that way,” Idris replied as she tried to remember what Jaina had said. She explained it to Zil as best she could, but the basics were this. The collars wouldn't lock on an unwilling slave, and even if they did, the slave's mood affected them. A happy slave granted bonuses to her master, but a miserable slave caused negatives. If they were miserable for too long, the collar would fall off, and if the master tried to abuse them, the collar would protect the slave.

“So you are forming a kind of partnership with this master. You agree to meet all his sexual desires in exchange for his love and care?” Zil surmised.

“That’s a good way of looking at it, I suppose,” Idris agreed with a smile.

Zil went quiet for a bit, then asked more questions that started to stray into the lewd. He wanted to know all about the sex she would have and if she would consider other masters.”

“I am not describing the sex for you,” Idris grumbled. “And as for other masters, once I am a slave, Roric can sell me. I doubt he would do that for a long time, but I suppose I might end up with a different master eventually.”

“And you would be alright with that?” Zil asked. “You would have no say in who owned you, and you would have to do what they said.”

“I guess,” Idris replied as she started to tire from her jog.

“But what if something not like you were to buy you,” Zil said.

“What do you mean not like me?” she asked, unsure where he was going.

“I mean, not one of your race,” Zil replied. “You could be sold to a frogling or a naga.”

“Then that’s who I will belong to,” Idris replied. “And I will give them all the sexual pleasure they desire. Roric isn’t even one of my kind. He’s a gnoll of some type.”

“So that doesn’t bother you?” Zil asked.

“Why should it bother me?” Idris replied honestly. “If he's a good master who wants to love and care for me, then I see no reason I can't love them back.”

“No matter what they are?” Zill pressed.

“No matter what,” Idris sighed as Zil suddenly leaped off her shoulder and grew back to his housecat size. He flew in a circle before landing on the road to bar her path.

“If I can get the belt off, will you be my sex slave?” he asked.

Idris looked at him with a funny expression as she replayed those words in her mind. Had he just asked her to be his sex slave?

“But, you’re a tiny dragon,” Idris replied.

“You just said that didn’t matter,” he insisted. “You said all that mattered was that the master was good and wanted to love you. I can do all that and take good care of you. I won’t even make you have sex with trolls if you don’t want to.”

Idris realized she had indeed said those things and was now trapped in her words. Still, when she said them, she assumed the master would at least be near her size. How much enjoyment would she get from a dragon the size of a cat?

“But you are so small,” Idris replied.

“Oh, is that all,” Zil said as he glowed with bright colors and instantly grew to the size of a large horse. “Is this better?”

Now Idris wondered if his cock would be as big as the animal whose size he matched. She was afraid to look and did her best to divert her eyes away. Zil asked if this was better a second time, so she stammered that this was just an illusion.

“But, you can’t tell,” he insisted and leaned his head in so she could touch it. “See,” he replied as she ran a hand over his snout. “It might not be real but it will feel real just the same.”

“Alright, this is better,” Idris sighed. “But I would prefer something more my shape.”

“Oh, I can do that,” he replied as he started to glow again. This time his form was that of a man roughly seven feet tall. He was covered in red scales with a head like a dragon. He had a thick tail and clawed feet, but the rest of his body was shaped like a man with a chest of chiseled muscles.

Idris was stunned by the dragon man and couldn’t help but run a hand along his chest. He felt like bundles of steel ready to spring, his skin warm to the touch.

“Does this work?” Zil asked as he put a strong hand around her waist.

“This is an illusion too?” Idris asked as she stalled for time. Her mind was reeling by where this conversation had turned.

“I can change colors if you like, or do you want me to have wings? Maybe more spikes?” Zil asked.

“No,” Idris said and, in her confusion, looked down to see his dick. It protruded from a sheath-like opening and hung semi-limp. It was nearly as long as her arm and almost as thick, ending in a broad flat head. She thought of what it would feel like to be impaled on that monster and started to blush the color of his scales.

“Are you alright?” he asked as she went silent too long.

“I’m fine,” she said and cleared her through, looking up to meet his slitted eyes. “I just needed time to think.”

Zil put his other arm around her waist, and she felt the power of that grip closing around her. She faced a wall of muscle and scales as the powerful dragon man looked down on her.

“So, will you be my sex slave if I can get the belt off?” he asked in a reptilian voice.

“But I want a collar,” Idris insisted.

“I can make you a collar,” he replied, closing his eyes as he glittered. A band of light formed in the air between them that quickly started to take shape. In seconds it turned into a glossy metal belt adorned with enormous red rubies. The band was set on a base of black lace under which was red leather. It looked enticingly sexy and sported a strong metal ring at the front.

“Is that a good one?” he asked.

Idris reached up to take the collar and turned it over in her hands. It was beautiful in its fine detail, and the red leather was padded inside for comfort.

“Do you like it?” he pressed.

“Zil, this is very beautiful,” Idris said as she admired its gothic beauty. “But I hardly know you.”

“You hardly know this Roric,” he countered. “You said you only spent one night with him.”

“Yes, but it was a very meaningful night, and I learned a great deal about him,” Idris insisted.

“Then spend some nights with me,” Zil insisted. “If you think you could be my sex slave, then say so, and I will try to get those belts off.”

“And if you can’t?” Idris asked.

“Then I will do everything I can to deliver you to this Roric so you can be his,” Zil replied.

Idris was touched by his offer but felt silly considering it. She knew this was just an illusion, and the real Zil was a tiny dragon. Still, something inside was making her consider this more and more, and he was waiting for his answer.

“So, will you let me try?” he asked. “I want you to be my sex slave.”

“Zil,” Idris began as her hands trembled. “My answer is….”