Two RPs that took place between myself and  sournote103, the first of which is a fun fantasy setting with dragon tf, while the second is some good old age regression/diaper hypnosis. =3

I hope you all enjoy!

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All That Glitters Belongs to the Dragon

"The lair is just over this hill..." Tiran whispered, leaning into a rock on the slope up to the dragon's lair. The pair had been preparing for this battle for a while, and though they had more party members beforehand the rest of the company had all gone on without them in their impatience, and they'd yet to see their companions since.

Rerim took a few moments to adjust his armor before steeling his resolve and looking toward the mouth of the cave. "I don't see anything moving from here... It's possible the dragon's asleep..." Rerim doubted it, but it would certainly be helpful if it were the case.

Nodding, Tiran sighed as he strung his bow. "I just hope the others are alright... or maybe even defeated the beast. I'd highly prefer to see them around a fire in there and eating some of that dragon meat..." Tiran prayed for their safety but... the cleric had departed their group three vilages prior, and without his aid it was slim that they would defeat the monster without the healer, and splitting up even more so proved hazerdous. "Are you ready?"

Rerim sighed and drew his sword. "No, but I don't see waiting helping any." He began cautiously approaching the mouth of the cave, shield raised to block and potential surprise attack.

Drawing close, Tiran drew back his arrow and held his breath as he stepped as quietly as he could... and let loose the arrow upon feeling something prod him in the back. "Awww!" The arrow rebounded twice off of rocks and dug its way in at Rerim's feet. He spun around and found himself facing what appeared to be a tiny dragon creature. "Are you here to visit the master?"

Rerim hurriedly turned around to react what was going on. He relaxed slightly when he saw that there were no hostile archers behind them and that Tiran had simply been surprised, but the tiny dragon still made him very wary. "Go away," he hissed, "This doesn't concern you."

The little creature blinked, his eyes a dark amber. "My master had a few guests a day past, and he told me to prepare for any more guests," he hissed, smiling showing off the dagger like teeth in his mouth. "I just want to be courteous to my master's guests," he said, bowing deeply towards the adventures. Tiran looked over at Rerim with heart in throat, almost wanting to flee now that it was obvious the dragon was awaiting them.

"What do you think?" Rerim murmured to Tiran, "Should we go in anyway, even though the dragon will have seen us coming or leave and come back another time?"

Tiran gulped, and glancing at the dragon creature he didn't feel threatened in any way, and mentioning the other "guests" he didn't seem to mean it in any rude way. "Well... it doesn't seem dangerous I suppose. Perhaps we could simply converse with the dragon, and possibly request some of his treasure?"

"All right then," Rerim replied before turning back to the tiny dragon. "All right, take us to see your master."

The little dragon bowed once more, and waved for the pair to follow and they started into the cave. It was very warm, and surprisingly comforting inside as there were actually pieces of art hung up on walls. There were a multitude of small dragons of different colors and sizes walking around, all capable of standing on two legs, though some walked on all fours. One of them, a emerald dragon tripped and nearly knocked down one of the portraits. "Be careful of the master's property!" the guide hissed at him, and he hissed his own apologies before straightening out the portrait. Tiran for some reason felt like he recognized the voice of the emerald dragon, but he couldn't place it. "Rerim, did that dragon's voice sound familiar?" he whispered to his friend, smiling briefly as the amber dragon guiding them glanced back to make sure they were following.

Rerim thought for a moment before responding. "A bit, yeah... But I can't for the life of me place why..." After that, he mostly walked in silence, looking around the cave. It seemed strange for a dragon's lair to be this well-decorated and organized... And for there to be this many smaller dragons around. Rerim could not help but feel a chill creeping up his spine as he realized how difficult it would be to run away unimpeded if it became necessary.

Soon they were led into a wide chamber that was even more impressive than the hall, it was decorated in plates of gold on the walls that reflected just like mirriors. Entire murals of a dragon were painted on the roof, and Tiran couldn't keep his mouth closed as they were led to the center of the chamber. Opposite their small entrance was a much larger one that could only be for the dragon they were in search for, and after the small amber dragon had the adventures sit he walked over to a small horn, and picking it up let out an enormously loud sound before setting it down. "The master will be in shortly, I will bring you some wine," he said, and after bowing walked towards a door set between the gold panels.

"This is too weird..." Rerim muttered. "Dragons don't organize like this; they're solitary creatures and don't generally care about aesthetics..." He fidgeted with the straps of his armor as they waited for the smaller dragons' master to appear.

There were heavy steps that vibrated through the hall, and Tiran couldn't help but grip his Bow tightly as the golden mirrors reflected the image of the dragon before they themselves could see him. His scales themselves were starkly contrasting to the gold as his scales were a dark ebony that seemed to suck in life, but his eyes glowed a brilliant gold color just like the metal around him. "Welcome my, dear guests," his voice echoed through the room, and for some reason Tiran couldn't help but relax from the rich tones of the dragon's voice. "I apologize for taking so long," he said, and coiling his tail around himself he sat in front of the pair on a large stage as their guide sprinted out with a tray of wine and two crystal goblets. "A... amazing..." Tiran whispered, in awe of the dragon even though he knew he should fear such a savage creature.

Rerim gulped, nervous, but not nearly so nervous as he should have been. He opened his mouth to speak a few times but a mixture of fear and awe kept him from speaking for a short time, before he managed to get out a sentence. "It's... Uh, I... We're looking for some of our allies who came here and disappeared... Do... Do you know where they are...?"

"Ah, yes your allies. Yes they mentioned to me that you would be coming, they are fine. Indeed they are doing a great service to me as we speak, but before we continue on with these pleasentries I suggest trying a glass of that wine. I had it made by my followers, they are masters of wine making," the dragon said, smiling as he gestured towards the proffered glasses by the amber dragon. Tiran not wanting to insult such a grand dragon took a sip of the wine, and swooned from the taste as it was the perfect blend of flavor that no other wine had ever caught. "Wow..." he sighed, smiling as he took a few more sips. "Rerim, you have to try this, it's godly," he said, smiling from ear to ear as he drank the cup dry within a minute.

Rerim really didn't care for wine, but he simply could not bring himself to do anything to offend the dragon - not that doing so would have been a good idea anyway - so he took the glass and took a sip. Then another, and soon another, and before he could even register what happened, the last of the wine had disappeared down his gullet.

The dragon chuckled as he watched the pair enjoy the wine. "Indeed it is godly as you mentioned , archer. I myself have named this Ichor after the drink of the gods, and indeed it has some magical qualities," he chuckled, and though Tiran felt a hint of panic come into his mind it was soon smothered as he looked so deeply into those gorgeous golden eyes... his master... Wait... "R... Rerim, don't look into the dragon's eyes... something's wrong!" he hissed, trying to look away as he felt sick all of a sudden. His skin felt so itchy... as he stumbled out of his chair, he tripped right over a helmet... one of their allie's helmets to be exact. It had the same dents and everything, and Tiran was starting to draw a horrifying connection.

Rerim glanced over at Tiran as he stumbled, but the knight soon found his own eyes drawn up to meet the dragon's, no matter how much he wanted to look away. "Wh- what's going on...?"

The dragon chuckled as he looked deeply into Rerim's eyes, his golden eyes glowing so brightly, and the wine was working its own magic. "As I said before, your allies are doing me a great service as my newest minions. As you will be, that wine contains a magic that will turn you into a dragon, and by gazing into my sight, well I'm sure you'll feel your mind connecting with my own," he said, his overpowering thoughts were flooding the knight's heads filling them with the demand of following his master. Tiran's mind felt clear, but he could barely move as his outfit ripped with red scales ripping up the cloth. He looked up into the golden mirror like walls and made the mistake of gazing into the dragon's eyes, and he realized why the walls were so reflective.

Rerim whimpered slightly as he tried futilely to break free of the dragon's control. Were he able to take his gaze away from the large dragon's eyes, he would notice purple scales spreading across his skin, but things being as they were, he could only feel a vague itch.

The dragon's thoughts were very old, and very powerful as he started imprinting very obediant personalities onto both adventurers, and though Tiran tried to tear his eyes away from the reflection it was just as powerful as looking right into the dragon's eyes as the gold had been polished so brightly. "Listen to me only as you are mere minions," the dragon said, his voice resonating in the pair's heads as Tiran went quiet save for his breathes, his mind becoming the dragon's as he tore at his clothes with his growing claws. "Listen... to master..." he breathed, not sure why he was trying to resist anymore as his eyes started to turn red.

Rerim was shrinking rapidly, his chestpiece soon large enough to encompass his entire body, but he scrambled out of it, eager to look into master's eyes more... Wait, was that right? Did he? Of course he did. He was just a minion. At this point, almost his entire body was covered in purple scales, and small wings started forming on his shoulder blades

Tiran ripped through the last of his clothing revealing his new body, scaled and with his eyes now deep red as he looked into his master's eyes with a smile on his face. Human thoughts faded, any cares about anything that wasn't his master's desires were gone. "Master," he hissed, his voice still there, but now shrouded behind a gruff snakelike hiss. "I only listen to you," he said, turning to bow to his mighty dragon master.

Rerim made a similar vow as his transformation finalized. He shook his body once as he tried to become accustomed to his new stature but very quickly found this much more natural than... whatever he had been before. It didn't matter. He just needed to serve master.

The dragon smiled widely as his eyes dimmed. "Very good, now you will follow your older sibling. He will teach you all you need to know. Also I have to ask, are there any others following behind you?" he asked, and though the dragon that was once Tiran couldn't remember most of his human past he knew at the very least that they hadn't informed anyone where they were going, so he shook his head as he started after the amber dragon who bowed to his master.

"No, master, we came alone," Rerim replied before bowing and following following the amber dragon.

The dragon smiled as he watched his two newest minions walk away. With a creak of the stage he stood and started back down the hall. "Very well, those two shall prove good slaves. Now back to my sleep," he said before yawning, the pairs' armor laying there forgotten to be cleaned up by the very same pair once they were fully trained.

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Obedience School

"Correction school?" Tiran spat, he and Rerim had been in the middle of a school fight, not even a part of it and they had been pulled into a special academy that corrected bad students. "This is rediculous..." he muttered, looking at the deliquents on the bus that they'd been shoved into. Tiran would prefer to be put into a shoebox, it would probably be less smelly...

Rerim nervously eyed the other students on the bus, his stomach still in knots after having received disciplinary action. "We don't belong here..." he muttere to no one in particular as he sat down and promptly did his best to not draw attention.

The academy wasn't too far as the parents wanted to be able to get in touch with their kids, and Tiran was shocked at how alright his parents were with the exchange of him going to this deliquent school. "Obediance... well at least we're obediant already, they don't have to work on us at all," Tiran said, nodding to himself as some of the nearby misfits gave him a nasty glare.

"Y-yeah..." Rerim responded quietly, just hoping this nightmare would be over soon. He accidentally almost caught the eye of another student, but very quickly averted his gaze - he'd really rather not provoke anyone or be noticed in any way.

The bus soon stopped with Tiran and Rerim waiting for the deliquents to get off first as they didn't want to get trampled all over, or get in anybody's way. Stepping off Tiran nearly bumped right into an anthro Dog woman who gave him a nasty eye. "So you two are the last ones off the bus, I find that the last ones are always the worst," she growled, and Tiran gulped as he sank back away from the rather nasty woman. "Get in line!" she barked, quite litterally.

Rerim yelped as he scrambled desperately to follow the severe woman's order. Once in the line, he took a tentative look back over his shoulder at her, but quickly turned his gaze back in front of him. "Please tell me they're just trying to be extra intimidating since it's the first day..." he murmured quietly.

The woman walked back and forth in front of the students, her tail slowly moving from side to side almost like a cat's in predatory mode. "You are all here because you are all disobediant punks, but I'm here to tell you that after today you all will be the most well behaved pups that your schools have ever seen! You will love doing as you are told!" she explained stricktly, and Tiran couldn't help but hold up his hand. "U... um... but most of us are... human..." he said, and the dog's eyes pierced him with anger. "Oh, so you're a wise guy... you were one of the last two off that bus. I'm not surprised," she said, sneering as Tiran drew back.

Rerim lowered his head, wanting to say something in defense of his friend but not having the courage to speak up. Nervous, he absentmindedly pulled his keys out of his pocket and started fidgeting with them.

The dog started pacing once more, her mouth set in a fine line as she nodded to herself. "Each of you are going to go through a special orientation, in pairs. After all, in training school all dogs have training partners. Now pair off," she growled, and every one of the young men were shoved together by some of the adult dogs. Tiran and Rerim were shoved together, though they had already been planning on working together. "This is rediculous," Tiran whispered, shivering as the teacher barked at some of the young men who were asking to change partners.

"Y-yeah..." Rerim muttered. "They keep talking about training school for dogs for some reason..." Hoping to avoid the instructors' ire, Rerim quietly went about doing whatever was asked.

"For the first pair to go into training..." the dog said, walking back and forth and looking at the pairs before her eyes settled on Tiran and Rerim. "Not us... not us..." Tiran hissed under his breath, he wanted to call his parents and ask for them to pick him up. He didn't want to be at the academy any longer. "You two, since you wanted to hide away on the bus last, you can go first," she said, Tiran wanted to tell her no, but he found himself being pulled by the arm by one the instructers. "Let me go!"

Rerim started to protest, but he only got out a muttered "Um..." before he thought better of it and went along with the instructors, looking toward Tiran for reassurance.

Tiran wanted to pull away, but he got the feeling that these dogs would be on him like... well dogs if he tried to run. He just looked back at his friend with a resigned shrug, and they were pulled into a room with a bunch of posters. "Listen like a good boy... You are such a good dog... Make sure to use your diaper like a good boy," the posters went on, and Tiran wanted to ask what they meant, but the adults had already left the room. "This is... freaky..." he said, looking at the posters on the walls.

"Y-yeah..." Rerim said, swallowing hard. Despite himself, however, he could not help but be more than a little enamored with the titles "good boy" and "good dog..." But that was crazy, right? He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the strange thoughts.

"Well boys," a voice echoed into the room, it was the woman's voice from before. "Welcome to obediance training, by the end of this little session you two will be two very good puppies," she said, and a tone started buzzing in the room that made Tiran wince. "We've just started playing a high speed obediance feed into the room, don't worry about it. It'll just make you two into good boys," she chuckled, and in the middle of the room two diapers laid waiting on the floor. Tiran looked at them, and for some reason his mind was telling him to put one on. He didn't realize that the high speed track was giving him the desire, but he tried to fight it.

Rerim stumbled briefly, the buzzing noise clouding his mind completely. After a short pause, he picked up the diaper and put it on, staring quite literally absentmindedly at one of the posters. He could not help but smile for some reason as he secured the diaper, and didn't realize until it was too late that he had already started to wet it... But that didn't bother him for some reason... In fact, it was kind of nice... wasn't it?

"Rerim, take that off..." Tiran moaned, not realizing that he had slipped on his own until it yellowed a bit. "This isn't... right..." he muttered, looking at the good boy poster. "Good... boy..." he muttered, not realizing brown fur was spreading over his skin as his face started to extend into a muzzle.

"Why would I..." Rerim started before trailing off, any remotely complex thought driven out by the buzzing. Some part of his mind noticed that everything around him was getting bigger - or rather, he was getting smaller - but he just kept listening to the buzzing... He kept listening even as cream colored fur started spreading over his chest and belly and even as a small tail pushed out from the base of his spine.

The world grew bigger as the pair grew smaller, their diapers crinkling as their wearers became dogs. Tiran found himself clueless about what he should do, just wanting somebody to tell him what to do, after all he was an obediant dog. "Good dog's use their diapers..." he said to himself, the buzz programing in his new personality.

Rerim's tongue flopped out of his mouth - or rather, his muzzle, as it now should be called - as he smiled blankly, feeling blissfully happy listening to the buzzing. Fur continued to spread over his body as his limbs shortened. Soon, his ears moved to the top of his head and extended greatly, completing his transformation into a Good Dog.

Time became a blur as Tiran smiled blissfully unaware of his transformation, he no longer cared about running away or anything, after all he was a Good Dog. The woman walked in, smiling as she saw the two dogs. "You two are very good boys now that you've gone through obediance training," she said with a smile, Tiran nodded happily. "Yes mam, I'm a good boy," he said, quick to please.

Rerim yipped happily and grinned, so pleased that he was called a good boy. "Thank you, Ma'am!" he barked happily.

She chuckled as she snapped two collars onto either of the dogs. "Well now that you're such good boys you need new names. You're Tot," she said, gesturing to Tiran who nodded as he memorized his new name. "You're Ret," she said, gesturing to Rerim. "You two will be the first in our class of good boys, now follow after your teachers like obediant dogs," she said, opening a door to reveal another dog waiting for them. Tot nodded and walked out towards the teacher, craving to be called a good boy again.

"Yes, Ma'am!" Ret barked before toddling off after Tot, his tongue still hanging out from his dopey smile,

The woman smiled as she watched the padded pups walk away. "Very good, our first two pups have been trained for the first stage. Now bring in the next two," she said, Tot happily followed any of the teacher's commands, unaware that he'd been changed, and would be very happy to see his new adoptive parents who were expecting a completely obediant son.