The Harvest Ball: Expectations (Part II) by SophieB

The Harvest Ball: Expectations (Part II)

SophieB, Character Development, Dragon, M/M, Master/Pet, NC, Plot Development, Transformation, Wolf

#3 of Carthani

The Harvest Ball

II â€" Expectations

The Harvest Ball by Sophie Bell is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License. It contains scenes of a sexual nature not intended for readers under the age of consent. Feel free to e-mail me or comment below!!

This is part of a story series, but I must warn you that there are no real 'chapters' to this series. Instead, I am simply writing with the Carthani world as a central theme.

Author's Note: This story was written to celebrate dressing up and getting free candy. So have fun reading it and Happy (early) Halloween!!

By the time they reached the walls of the city, Ravin had fucked his new slave nearly to death, having little control over the effect of the wafer he had consumed, turning him temporarily into a dragon, the species of the Imperial family. He was still aroused and thoroughly amused by his transformation when the carriage neared the palace gates, turning to his slave.

"Eat it." He said, pushing the wafer into his slave's paw. The slave, trembling with pain and exhausted, swallowed the wafer without a moment's hesitation, barely flickering an eyelid as the transformation overcame him. Within seconds, the ravaged young coyote kneeling before him had changed into a lovely young male fox, with lush red fur â€" a complement to his master's current coloring. Ravin grinned toothily down at the slave, lifting a scaly brow.

"Very nice." He said, tilting his head to one side. "You're free to do as you wish once this carriage stops, but just to make sure..." He trailed off, reaching into the compartment built into the carriage wall, and withdrew a gleaming silver collar, reaching down to snap it around Jikata's throat. "Once the transformation fades, that collar will let anyone know that you belong to me." Frowning, he smoothed the silky red fox-fur over the silver edges of the collar, where it vanished completely.

The carriage rolled to a stop, and after a moment the door opened, revealing a slim ferret dressed impeccably in royal livery. Ravin stepped down, fighting back a grin as the footman's eyes widened, taking in the form of an Imperial dragon. He had to know, of course, that it was due to the transformation wafer, but the reaction was still gratifying enough.

"My lord," the ferret said, with a surprising amount of calm, considering his brief reaction. Ravin allowed himself a tight smile, and stepped completely out of the carriage, ignoring the sounds of his slave following. The doorman ignored the slave, of course â€" even with the transformation Jikata moved like a slave too much to be taken for anything else â€" and led Ravin into the depths of the royal palace.

Ravin's draconic form was greeted with widened eyes and muffled gasps, things he fully expected. However, the sounds faded with time. For one thing, he wasn't nearly as well-dressed as an Imperial dragon would have been, and everyone already knew about the transformation wafers. He glided through the masses easily, dark eyes searching for a viable â€˜option' for tonight's festivities.

Slaves were everywhere, rushing about with platters and trays, setting food on the enormous banquet table that was the centerpiece of the great hall. Almost the entire palace was open to the public, tonight, but most of the activity would take place here, where the alcohol and food was.

Ravin plucked up a fluted glass filled with some sort of wine and sipped at it as he mingled, his simple clothing at contrast with the finery around him. Even with the form of a dragon, he looked like a country lord, not as if he were a member of one of the hundred noble families. Of course, no one knew who he was, though his choice of clothing might have given him away.

The wafer was still working as an aphrodisiac, however, and Ravin couldn't help but to take advantage of some of the slaves, shoving them into any dark corner he could find for a quick thrust or two. It wasn't difficult â€" such things were going on everywhere in the palace â€" but his needs couldn't possibly be satiated by a mere slave. Tonight, he was in search of something more ... substantial.

"Mmm, looks like there's more than one dragon here tonight." A voice whispered through the air, causing Ravin's head to turn. In stark contrast to his own blood-red scales, the transformed dragon who had spoken was colored jet-black, and very attractive. Ravin felt the old familiar heat flood his abdomen, but pushed it aside ruthlessly, staring at the nameless fur. "Indeed." He said, and turned away, moving off in another direction. Behind him, a pair of silvery eyes watched as he went, and thin red tongue flickered briefly over a scaled snout, tasting the air.

Poitrin, Emperor of Carthani, Glorious Ruler of the Sixteen Realms, smiled to himself as the red dragon walked away from him. He had taken one of the wafers, of course, but unlike his subjects, his had been tailored by the Magician's Guild to do nothing more than change the color of his scales and slightly modify his appearance â€" he was black, no longer golden. There were no golden-scaled dragons at all, tonight. That had been another requirement. He wanted no indication whatsoever of royalty tonight. And that little red transformed dragon was just the sort of entertainment he had decided to have.

With a single claw, he assured that the guards who had been shadowing him stayed out of sight â€" even transformed, they were always there â€" and moved to follow his prey. The nameless dragon was good, melding into the crowds almost expertly. However, since there had only been five wafers designed to transform a fur into a dragon of any sort, it was fairly easy to pick him out. Poitrin caught up to him easily, and deftly caught his arm.

"Why so eager to escape, hmm?" He said, and lifted a brow. "We didn't even trade names. I'm Poitr." He shortened his birth name on purpose, realizing that it would likely be recognized â€" the short form of it was common enough, though, considering the popularity of naming your son after an Emperor. It was a crime to use the full name, however, and so Poitr was usually the shortened version.

The red dragon, forced to a stop by Poitrin's claws, turned his head slightly, frowning. "Poitr, eh? Styling yourself an Emperor tonight, then? Fine. I'm Rav, pleased to meet you." His reply was short, and Poitrin smiled inwardly, realizing that the poor sap had no interest in him at all. So much the better, they were always rather feisty when they fought. Not to mention the fact that he could â€" at will â€" dispel the changes to his Imperial form. Unlike the regular wafers, the Emperor's wafer would allow him to change back to his normal form if he concentrated on it â€" which would make the end of the night very interesting indeed.

"Mmm, I think you will be pleased to meet me, Rav, but not yet." Poitrin murmured, and released the dragon abruptly, turning back to the crowds. Later, he would have his guards bring the arrogant young pup to him by force, but for now he was content to mingle with the crowd as if he weren't an Emperor.

Ravin stared after the black dragon â€" Poitr â€" and tried to ignore the lust that was curling in his belly. "Bah," he muttered, disgusted with himself, and put the dragon from his mind. In his brief journey around the great hall, he had spotted a few likely bits of entertainment for the night, and there was one in particular he was aiming for at the moment.

Tall, slim, and beautiful, the black-pelted wolf he had set his sights on was currently trying to manipulate his way out of a clump of women â€" all of which were completely oblivious to the fact. Ravin used brute force to lever his way through them, and without any warning, grabbed the wolf's head and kissed him. The women faded away, with laughter and noises of disgust.

"T-thanks, I think." The wolf said, when Ravin released him. "I didn't think I would be able to get rid of them." Ravin grinned, baring a mouthful of shining teeth, and shrugged. "There's more where that came from, puppy." He crooned, and almost laughed at the expression on the wolf's face. Obviously not into the deviances that Ravin himself enjoyed, but that would make it all the more entertaining. "Come on, lets get out of this hall and have a drink somewhere less crowded." Ravin said, and took the wolf by one arm, pulling him through the crowds and into one of the antechambers.

"Hey look..." The wolf began, once Ravin had released him, and Ravin grinned, waiting. "Look, I don't ... swing that way. No offense or anything." The wolf trailed off, glancing around Ravin as if he wished he had stayed inside that circle of women. Ravin, still grinning, kept silent. "Look, I'd like to get back to the party â€" this night is supposed to be about having fun, right?" The wolf stammered, eyes flickering back and forth as if searching for an escape. There was none â€" Ravin had picked his alcove carefully.

"What's to say I'm not royalty, wolf?" Ravin drawled, folding his arms so that the red scales gleamed in the flickering candlelight. The disconcerted wolf stared at him, and then barked a nervous laugh. "No, no, you can't be. The wafers...." He trailed off as Ravin continued to stare at him. "....my lord?" The wolf whispered, dropping his gaze to his shuffling feet. Ravin could have howled with laughter â€" he hadn't expected that to work.

"Come on now," Ravin cajoled, reaching out a clawed hand to stroke the wolf's shoulder. "It's not that bad, you might even enjoy it." The wolf cringed, trying to make himself as small as possible, but Ravin clamped those black talons around his shoulder, and he stopped, wincing in pain.

Ravin turned the grip into a light massage, eyes glowing in the half-dark, enjoying his power over the confused young wolf. "What's your name, puppy?" He murmured, stepping so close to the wolf that his straining erection brushed fur. The wolf swallowed, visibly attempting to step backwards, but unable to think of a way to do it without upsetting Ravin. "Um, Taloran, my lord. Taloran." He muttered, staring at nothing.

Slowly, gently, Ravin turned the wolf around, massaging his shoulders all the while. With his dragon-cock tight against the wolf's rear-end, it was difficult not to just start fucking him like mad, but somehow, Ravin restrained himself. "That's a lovely name." He said, repeating it as if tasting it. "What's your house, Taloran?" He queried, gently humping the wolf's backside as he did so. He could feel Taloran cringing away from him, but kept him in place with those gently massaging claws. "Aah, my house is Hershaw, we own the estate closest to the eastern wastelands...?" The wolf mumbled, barely above a whisper.

Ravin was nearly bursting with need, but he held off a bit longer, wondering if he could get this lovely little wolf to consent despite his misgivings. Before he could continue, however, a pair of heavy paws dropped onto his shoulders, and he felt the keen point of a blade against his spine.

"You are to come with me, my lord." Came a rumbling voice, as Ravin released the wolf, who scampered off towards the great hall with nary a look backwards. Ravin, wincing at the feel of cold steel against his back, only nodded, and waited to be allowed to move.

Though his wafer had been modified, Poitrin realized, almost too late, that the aphrodisiac element had not been changed. Fifteen minutes after he had laid eyes on the arrogant little dragon, so proud to be emulating royalty, he had a raging erection â€" of the variety that could not be hidden by clothing.

So, instead of mingling pleasantly for a few hours, he had gone to a private chamber â€" not the royal chambers, and sent his guards out to gather up the unpleasant little dragon-thing. They should be coming around any time now, and he was more than eager to meet and greet his new guest.

As expected, the door to the little chamber opened a few moments later, and the red dragon â€" Rav â€" was unceremoniously shoved inside, the heavy wooden door closing behind him. Poitrin listened, and fought back a grin as the bolt was drawn from the outside. His pretty little dragon wouldn't be going anywhere until the Emperor was finished with him.

"Hmm, fancy seeing you again, darling." He rumbled, eyeing Rav as he stumbled inside, looking confused. He also noted the other dragon's partial erection, and then he did smile, toothily and without any amusement at all.

"W-what am I doing here?" Rav practically shouted, turning towards the door and trying the handle to no avail. Tail lashing in fury, he paced as Poitrin watched, apparently unable to connect the events in his mind. Finally, he turned, regarding the Emperor â€" who was by now stroking himself calmly. "Who are you, and what gives you the right to lock me in here?"

Poitrin stood up, smiling at the riled young dragon across from him, and shugged. He was not yet prepared to reveal himself to this idiot â€" that would steal all the fun away. "I'm Poitr, and you're the pretty little dragon I'm going to fuck silly." He smiled, watching Rav, who he now knew was Ravin, get thoroughly pissed off at his situation, and then realize he couldn't change it.

"It seems you were caught on the verge of trying to rape a young wolf â€" or whatever he was underneath the transformation." The Emperor said, eyes gleaming in the dimly-lit room. Ravin stared at him, and then smiled so cruelly that Poitrin nearly took a step back â€" but the Emperor had lived a great deal longer than Ravin had, and knew the real meaning of cruelty, a lesson that Ravin was soon to learn.

"So? Its not like rape is a crime, is it?" That wasn't entirely true â€" rape between male and female was a crime, insofar as nobility was concerned â€" but not between male and male, a detail that Poitrin had meant to adjust but hadn't yet gotten around to.

"Mm, you're right, its not." He murmured, and before Ravin could react, moved with the swiftness that a true dragon possessed, rushing across the room and pinning him against the door. "Which means that this ---" He muttered, while pushing his barbed prick into Ravin's tail hole with a sense of violent glee "â€"is definitely not rape."

Ravin had no clue what was going on. One moment, he had been about to convince a young fur that he really was of the male-on-male persuasion, and the next he was being locked in a room with another dragon â€" that Poitr fellow â€" and being fucked himself. His mind, so used to being in control of every situation, was failing to comprehend any of this. So he did what any normal fur would have done: he screamed.

The first scream fell on Poitrin's ears like music, but he realized that his guests might not particularly enjoy the sounds of someone screaming. So, after a few deep, violent thrusts, he stopped, pulling back long enough to clamp his paw around Ravin's muzzle, effectively silencing him. Oh, the tiger-turned-dragon would still be able to breathe perfectly fine â€" at least while he was in dragon form, but at least there wouldn't be any more screaming this way.

That done, the Emperor resumed his motions, sighing happily as he took his pleasure by force, though he had an inkling that the situation would soon change, and with careful motions, he reached his free paw around Ravin's taut stomach, wrapping his talons around the pseudo-dragon's engorged prick and stroking gently.

As expected, it wasn't long before Ravin was humping the Emperor's paw in time with the deep, bone-jarring thrusting coming from behind, whimpering quietly against the door. Poitrin leaned forwards, whispering into Ravin's ear as he continued to thrust into his tail hole.

"I thought you might enjoy this, Ravin." The red dragon jerked, and Poitrin chuckled. "Yes, I know who you really are, my pet. Would you like to know who I am?" He leaned back then, gripping Ravin's hips with both paws as he began to fuck him in earnest, groaning in pleasure as he felt Ravin's muscles contract around his prick. Just before he was about to climax, however, the Emperor stopped, pulling his throbbing member out of Ravin and stepping back, gasping and panting as Ravin turned.

His claws were practically coated in Ravin's pre-cum, and at a glance he knew that the pseudo-dragon was on the verge of weeping, he was so aroused. "Aah, that's very nice." He purred, gesturing at Ravin's erection. "But you haven't earned the right to finish, my darling." Ravin drew a breath, likely to protest, but Poitrin cut him off with a wave of his claws. "No, it's only fair, since I know who you are." He smiled, and closed his eyes, concentrating as his wizards had told him to do.

Ravin's choking gasp was plenty of confirmation.

When Poitrin opened his eyes, Ravin was on his knees, staring up at the Emperor in a mixture of lust, terror, and awe. "So, like I said before..." Poitrin drawled, gesturing vaguely. "You haven't earned the right to finish." The gesture focused, taking in Poitrin's engorged prick, and the Emperor watched comprehension dawn in Ravin's gaze.