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A Modern Dragon Harem Chapter 7: Getting Acquainted Sponsored by GlynWolf By Draconicon

The ranger station was starting to get a bit packed with all the people there. He imagined that it was usually only used by two people at a time, but now, there were four. Four people, two of which weren't human, in a very closed-in space that required them to be very comfortable with what they were doing.

Considering that the main part of the station - the part with the radio and the chest of supplies - was roomier, he asked Veronica and Janet to stay there while he took Nic/Anya to the room in the back. He shut the door behind him, and he blushed as he looked at the near-naked white vixen.

She was still blushing, too, her hands twitching at her sides, almost like she was fighting the urge to cover herself. He couldn't blame her, though he was glad that she was resisting it. Her bows were just barely covering her nipples and her sex, and it made her look like some sort of sexy present that had been delivered to him.

His dick, thus far denied, was making itself very eager beneath his robes, and he was more happy than ever that he had canceled out his musk with a spell. He wanted to talk to her before they actually got down to...well, the fun stuff.

She looked around, shaking her head a bit.

"I...um, well, I wasn't thinking that this would be our first date, you know, like this. Really cramped."

"Well, I didn't want to risk doing this back at home."

"Heh, you want to do something risky, then?"

"Well, yeah, but, not like that. Not what I meant."

There was a bed for the rangers up here, not a big one, but big enough for two people to sit on, at least. He sat on the side and patted the mattress for her to join him. She did, crossing her legs at the ankles and leaning back. She licked her lips as she looked at him, then pressed her hand to her face.

"What's the matter?"

"It's so...weird," she said, rubbing her hands along her muzzle. "I mean, I know my old mouth was small, but this just feels so...big. And all the sharp teeth..."

"Feeling a bit scared to give a blowjob?"

"Scared? Never!" she said, shaking her head, her blue hair falling all over her face. She sputtered, pulling it out of her mouth. "Gah, I forgot about that. It's so much longer than my real hair."

"Well...this is real, now, too."

"Yeah...heh. Yeah."

She gripped the blue locks with a surprising amount of affection and happiness on her face. Now that he thought about it, this was probably the happiest that he had ever seen her. And why not? She had been given a body that was as ideal as one could imagine for a female. She had lost a lot of weight, she had kept the curves that she liked, and she had the body type that she'd fantasized about having ever since the two of them had first met.

It was...well, it was a bit heart-warming, something that he hadn't expected since she had come in with such confusion. He smiled at her, letting her have a few moments to savor her new body and get used to it.

The three tails that poked out behind her were a bit more active, though. While they didn't wag like a dog's tail did, they did sway a lot more than he imagined, and more than once, they bumped him right in the face. He had to push them away, leaning a little further back to avoid getting slapped around.

Eventually, though, as she started to reach for her breasts, he had to snap her out of it. He grabbed her wrist, and she looked up.

"Sorry, it's just...wow. It's so much..."

"So much what?"

"Better than the old me..."

He saw the slight sadness come in with that, and he grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look up, to meet his eyes.

"Hey, hey, none of that."

"But...this vixen..."

"She's pretty, but so was your human body," he reminded her. "Remember how much fun we had?"

"I remember you staring at me a lot..."

"That's because you're pretty."

"Pretty enough for a dragon?"

"Yep."

"You didn't just...you know...change me because you preferred this?"

She gestured at her furry, skinnier self. He sighed, shaking his head.

"I didn't change you on purpose. I thought that I'd be summoning you, but I didn't think about the way that it would change you in the process. Tobias was the one that wrote that particular couplet."

"Do you think he changed me on purpose?"

"I think that his focus was entirely on getting you here safely and quickly. Everything else was pretty secondary, when it came right down to it."

"And...you still like this, right?"

"A lot."

"Can you...show me?"

The question was as innocent as one could imagine, and he chuckled under his breath, knowing that it was anything but. He knew what she wanted, but they had something else to cover first. He gently squeezed her hand.

"In a minute."

"Come ooooon. You gave me that show with that other woman, and I have to wait to have you myself?"

"Just for a minute."

"Mmmph. Not fair."

"It's fair enough. Now, listen to me. The faster we get through this, the sooner you get this," he said, hefting his dick.

"Mmmph." She grumbled, crossing her arms. The pout faded quickly, though, and she sighed, nodding. "You're right. Sorry. I'm just...eager."

"Don't worry. That's just about everyone, right at the moment..."

The black dragon leaned back, looking at the window across from them. It looked out over the mountainside, giving them a view of Mt. Rainier and the glaciers that were up near the top of the mountain. He couldn't help but shake his head at the sight.

There used to be so much more up here, he thought. He could still remember coming up here as a kid, seeing the mountain covered in snow and ice, looking at the rivers that ran down from the side of it towards the lakes down at the bottom. He remembered how much life and vibrancy and color there'd been, and how it had felt like an adventure coming up here.

Now, there was less. The ice was still covering the peak of the mountain, but there was less of it. It ran down in water, yes, but there was less of that, too. A reminder of how the world had changed so much in the last couple of decades, and a little thought that sent a shiver down his spine.

I have magic...and I can do stuff with it, he thought. Draconicon - the real one - said that I could have this power and write my own story. Is that what I should do? Start making a difference in the world?

It was still so hard to figure out what he was supposed to do, really. There were so many ways that the world could change, so many things that one could do with the sort of power that he'd been given. And he still needed to figure it out.

He had time, still. Enough time to figure it all out, he hoped.

"What's up, babe?" the vixen asked.

"I'm just...thinking. This is a lot more serious than just having a new body and getting all sorts of kinky sex."

"You wanna talk about it?"

"I think we have to."

And so, he explained everything that had happened since their call. He explained how he had accidentally marked Janet, binding her to him as a slave. He told her about how they had gone to meet Veronica at the airport, and how they had managed to barely avoid getting blown up. He told her about how they had gone on the run, how he had been holding himself back from actually having sex until they met up again.

She seemed to like that, blushing a bit and kicking her legs.

"You still saved yourself?"

"Well, we're still together, aren't we?"

"Yeah, but, you had all that magic. You could have made something happen."

"Not without hating myself a bit."

"That...that makes me happy."

"Yeah, well, before we start, I wanted to ask you a few things."

"Shoot."

"The harem."

The vixen blushed, groaning as she flopped out on the bed.

"Oh, Christ, that."

"We did talk about it a lot, didn't we? And you were the one that pushed me to start thinking of having a real one."

"Yeah, but...you know, I never expected it to go beyond the online stuff...I mean. I know we have an open relationship and all, and you know I like you talking about being that big bad dragon overlord, but..."

"...You were the one that told me to fuck Janet in the first place, need I remind you?"

"I know, I know, but...god, that was hot..."

"What's the difference?"

"I'm here now..."

"...and you want me to focus on you, huh?"

She nodded, grabbing a pillow and hiding under it. He shook his head. This was always the way with her, he admitted. She was all sorts of kinky at a distance, but as soon as it had to be a real thing, rather than a video chat or a text thing, she started pulling back. There was a lot of shyness that she had to work with, a lot of anxiety.

He laid down beside her, slowly pushing the pillow out of the way. She tried to hold onto it for as long as possible, but there really wasn't any way that she was going to be able to keep him from removing it. She grumped as soon as it was off of her face, crossing her arms under her ribbon-wrapped breasts.

"Not fair. You get to be super-strong."

"Well, somewhat strong. But that's not the point."

"What is?"

"I need you to tell me if we are still in an open relationship or not. And if we are, if you're genuinely comfortable with it."

"...I..."

The vixen sighed, rubbing her face before turning to nuzzle into his clothes. She kept grinding her cheek into his chest, almost as if she was trying to distract him from the conversation. He didn't let that happen.

"I need you to tell me what's running through your head. Word-salad it, if you have to."

"I know. I just...I want to be special. If you have a harem..."

"Then you don't feel special, not for real?"

"Not really."

"It's something that you can have fun with too, though. All of them will be just as eager to work with you. Particularly now that we have all this," he teased, gesturing at the pair of them, at their new bodies.

"I guess, but..."

"Tell me this."

He turned her head, making her look up at his face rather than down at the ground. She tried to close her eyes, but he pinched the sides of her face, making her stare him in the eye.

"Do you trust me?"

"I do."

"Do you trust me when I say that I'll care for you as much as everyone else?"

"I do."

"Do you trust me when I say that I'll make sure that you get everything you need, emotionally and otherwise?"

"I do."

"Then what's the problem?"

"...I guess...not so much of one..."

"And besides, you liked seeing me dominate someone else. You just wanted to make sure that you got the chance to have the same thing, right?"

"I guess. It's just..." She looked down. "Are we going to be us, still?"

"Probably not. We're not the same people, after all. And with me having all this power, I have to do something with it."

"So, you're going to go around and fuck people?"

"Well, some people. Not everyone." He chuckled. "But that's not the point. We've always fantasized about you and me being at the top of the world. We fantasized about having the people that we trusted and cared about up there with us. You told me how much you'd love it if there were more guys in the harem, more people that you could enjoy when I was busy. Do you still want that?"

"That's...that's still hot, yeah," the vixen said, blushing.

"Then what's wrong with me having a few, too?"

"...I guess that's fair. One for one?"

"If that's what makes things better."

"Then I get a few more toys after you and I get together."

"Toys?"

"Okay, companions. Veronica's not a toy to you, I know, that was the wrong way to put it."

"Damn straight it is!" their friend's voice shouted from the other side, nearly making the vixen jump right out of her skin.

"Jesus Christ, I didn't know the walls were that thin," she muttered, all while Drac was doing his best to keep from giggling. "Do you think she heard..."

"P-probably," he admitted, still stuffing a fist in his mouth to keep from laughing too much louder than he already was. "Man, that was perfect timing."

"I guess, but...Well, you're right...it's not fair for me to want something and not let you have the same thing." She offered her hand. "You make your harem, and help keep me supplied with mine?"

"Deal."

"Deal."

They shook on it, and he felt a bit of the stress that he'd been carrying around fade away. They weren't going to be in the same sort of relationship that they had been in, but at least they'd still be close. And at least they were able to share in a way that they couldn't before.

"I do have one more question, dear," he said.

"What's that?"

"Nic, or Anya?"

"...Huh. I hadn't thought of that."

"Well, you are in Anya's body, but..."

"But it's still me up here," she said, tapping her head. "I guess...Well, I've always wanted to be her. Let's go with Anya for now."

"Heh, you got it."

"And now..."

Anya reached down, one small, white-furred hand reaching past the gap in his robes, rubbing along his crotch and squeezing his dick. She whistled as she tried and failed to wrap her hand around it, and he bit his lips as he felt the difference between fingers and pads against his cock for the first time.

Mmmph...that's really different...

It made for a soft, almost rubber-like texture, like a silicone pad that hadn't been roughed up or calloused yet. She squeezed his cock tight, pushing his robe out of the way with her other hand to let it out. The way that she looked at his shaft left no doubt in his mind of what she wanted, either.

Looking down, he could see the soft blue on her palm and fingers, the way that her pads almost seemed to glow. She leaned in, taking it with her other hand as she almost laid across his lap. His eyes panned down her back, following the swirls of her blue hair down to the blue stripe on her back, running to the three tails that twisted and swayed. Her soft rump, curvy and luscious, gave way to lovely legs, all the way down to the feet that he had fantasized over a number of times.

As her toes curled as she stroked him, he allowed himself to embrace the arousal that was slowly rising. He had been holding himself back for a while, now, and it was time to finally let loose.

"You're huge..." she whispered.

"Mmmph, and you love it."

"God, I don't know how the other woman was able to take it..."

"It helped to have the, uh, smell out."

"Oh, that's right." Anya leaned in, pressing the end of her muzzle to the head of his cock, taking a small sniff.

Even though the sight was sexy as hell, she looked more confused than anything. She cocked her head to the side, then turned to look up at him.

"Where is it?"

"Mmmph. I kinda put it behind a spell so that it wasn't screwing with people all the time."

"Huh. Well, I guess that's smart..." She blushed as she smiled. "Even if it would be kinda sexy to see people falling all over each other to have...fun..."

"It's sexy, and it's weird. Mostly weird."

"Still, I kinda want to see it."

"You'll get your chance, later. For now, though...musk."

The name of the scent released it, and as soon as he said it, the room started to fill with the thick, heavy scent of a dragon male. He had seen what it had done to other people, how it made them start acting horny, how it left them forgetting the things that made them shy and restrained. The further away from him someone was, the less effect it had, but considering how close Anya was -

"Ooooooh, god...oh fuck..."

She shivered from head to toe, her soles wrinkling and her toes curling as she breathed him in. A sudden tremor rocked her body, and Draconicon smelled her juices, her scent in the air. She'd just cum from the smell alone, and she was already leaning in closer, her eyes lidded, her tongue pushing out.

"Oh, you smell...so good," she whispered, huffing hot air over his dick. "I want...I want to taste this...oh fuck...I need your cock, love..."

She'd never talked like that in their previous in-person encounters. The sudden hunger that she'd been freed to let loose was all sorts of attractive, and if his cock hadn't already been stiff and upright, he was pretty sure that would have given him the boner to end all boners.

The blue-haired arctic fox moaned as she dragged her tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the tip, giving him the most worshipful licks and eager affection that he'd ever seen. She moaned as if the taste of his dick was orgasmic in and of itself, and she squirmed like she was trying to grind her pussy against something. Even then, she didn't stop licking, lapping, squeezing at his cock, almost like it had become the center of her world.

In a way, he imagined that it had. Draconicon wondered if there was a possibility that the musk had been stored in his cock, that hours of that scent had been held and then released all at once. He hadn't bothered figuring that out in the car, but now that he had released it...

That's basically a chemical weapon, he thought, shivering both at the idea and at the feeling of the vixen's tongue running along his cock. The way that she looked at him, her eyes half-closed, her cheeks burning, the hunger for cock clear in her eyes: it all set his libido on fire. The need there made him want her all the more.

She slid from the bed to kneel before him, panting as she turned her tongue to his balls. She gripped his cock tight, squeezing it hard, panting as if she was in the depths of her head as she jerked him off. Her tongue was busy, dragging along his low-hanging orbs, swirling it up towards the base of his shaft, then licking back down again over the other ball.

"Fuck...you know how I love that," he panted.

"Your balls...oh god, they're so full...so musky..."

"I thought you didn't like - mmph - the musk."

"I didn't...I didn't dislike it...before, but...oh fuck..."

The little vixen - she was barely over five foot, and he was seven feet tall - leaned in and swallowed one of his testicles into her mouth, moaning as she sucked it, licked it, worshiped it. He moaned at that, his hands clenching into fists in the sheets, unable to help himself as she worked her way along the orb.

Her tails were thrashing around behind her, spasming, lifting, and he knew that if anyone came in from the other side, they would be staring at an exposed pucker and eagerly dripping slit. In fact...

He shifted his foot a bit, pushing it between her legs. Anya was so busy sucking on his balls that she didn't even notice him raising his foot until his toes touched her pussy.

"Mmmph!"

"Go on...enjoy yourself...slave."

The last word was whispered, considering that Janet and Veronica might have been listening, but she heard. The vixen's ears tilted forward, and her cheeks burned, but he could feel just how wet she got from hearing it. She moaned, lowering one hand to the dragon's ankle, holding it in place as she rolled her hips forward.

The soft moans around his balls continued as she 'rode' his foot, grinding herself on it. She was huffing and puffing, her nose buried against the base of his cock, her eyes slitted and her face red through the fur. Despite that, she jerked him off as hard as she could, mmphing and grunting as she did.

Oh, she wanted it. She wanted him.

It didn't take long for that sheer desire to get him off, and the black dragon groaned, arching his back as he came. His cock throbbed hard, cum spitting out with more force than usual, shooting up in the air and then coming down on top of the vixen's face. Normally, she would have gasped, but she was too deep under the control of the musk to pull back. Instead, she moaned, pulling her lips slowly back from his testicles and licking all the way from the base of his cock to the tip.

Seeing her with a white line across her face, a smear of cum across her muzzle and drooling down her cheek, made her look sluttier than he had ever seen before.

"Wow..."

"Mmmph...Please...please tell me that you have more...I need more, Master..."

She shivered, sucking the remaining dribbles of cum from the head of his cock. Rather than pain, he almost felt...extra pleasure, in a way. He could feel her need, and he could...

He had a connection to her already, he realized, like he'd felt with Janet. The dragon blinked, but didn't say anything. Instead, he slowly pushed her head back, holding her by the roots of her hair, looking down at her.

Anya looked back up, hazy-eyed, lust-brained, but more than that, she thrust herself forward, showing off her breasts, her pussy, her everything. She put herself completely on display for him in a way that she had never done as a human.

The musk had done more than opened her up. It had given her confidence, given her enough hunger for him to overpower anything that would have made her too shy. She wanted him to take her, to use her, to make her into his slave, just like they had RPed a hundred times over the last few years.

God...

The more he did, the more the implications of his power came crashing down on him. Janet was afraid of him creating a slave state, and with the way that Anya was reacting, he could see why. She had completely fallen, devoted herself to him. In a state like this, she would do anything that he asked.

Careful. Careful.

He had to be careful. He had to be smart. He had to make sure that he didn't fuck up someone's life with this sort of power. The pheromones were bad enough, but knowing that she had taken her love for him and gone this far with it...

It was ambrosia for the ego, and the greatest aphrodisiac for the libido, but knowing that he could create this in a person gave him just enough pause to remind him to be very careful with anyone else. Even the other harem members, the ones that he had made friends with, the ones he'd need to advise him and keep him on the right track; if he wasn't careful, they could become utter sluts, eager to be slaves and no more.

Anya was riding that line, and he needed to take special care for her.

"You want my cock?" he said, finally finding his words after realizing that he couldn't break scene, not yet, not without snapping something in her. "You want it inside you?"

"God yes, master. I need it in me. I need your fucking cock in my fucking pussy..."

"Heh...Tell me, think you can ride it this time?"

"Fuck yes...Lay down, and I'll make you feel sooooo good."

If nothing else, this would be something new. She had always been so nervous about being on top when they had been together before. Now that all those anxieties had been driven from her brain, she seemed so much happier.

He just hoped that she was, that she wasn't just doing this for his sake.

As the dragon leaned back, the vixen pulled herself up on the bed after him. Rather than facing him, keeping her breasts on display, she turned to look towards the window. Her rounded rump was right in his face as she bent forward, and she wiggled it back and forth.

"Unwrap me, Master?"

"Heh, alright..."

He pulled on the red ribbons, and they came free with no effort. Her pussy glistened with her juices, and she pushed her hips back to his face.

"Mmm, do I smell good, Master?"

"Oh, fuck..."

She did. Maybe it was her pheromones, the character that she had been given, or maybe there was something to the magic that had added something to her, too. Either way, her pussy smelled strong and wet and hot and eager, and -

"Mmmmph...fuck...fuck..."

He growled, his cock throbbing up from his crotch, popping with veins along the side as he humped the air. She grabbed it, holding it, letting him thrust between her fingers.

"Does Master want to fuck his vixen?"

"God...fucking yes..."

He growled, his mind going hot as he smelled her again, the urge to flip over and rut her getting stronger than he expected. Was he vulnerable to her scent, too? Was being a dragon giving him more of a weakness to the pheromones of others?

If so, at least it wasn't a complete vulnerability. It was a distraction, a need, but not nearly the overwhelming dumb-brain that had hit Janet or others that were around him. He could control himself, if only barely.

He still humped the air as the vixen slid forward, lifting her tails to give him a perfect view of her pussy and her asshole as she rolled her hips forward. He could feel her against his shaft, and the soft, slippery warmth of her pussy was begging him to just fuck her. It was so tempting to just grab her and take her.

But he would wait. He would wait a bit longer. She was the slave, and he was the master. She would serve.

After a few more seconds of teasing, she did. Grabbing his dick, she pulled it up and squatted over it. He had a moment to see her bare soles, her ass, and her pussy before she held his cock to her slit. She moaned, biting her lip, and then sloooowly pushed down.

"Ah...ah...oh fuck..."

"Big?"

"U-uh-huh!"

"Heh...go on...take it...prove that you're the best one here..."

"Mmmph...I'm the best vixen..."

As his arctic fox moaned, leaning forward, resting her hands on his thighs to try and get some leverage, he finally had a chance to look at the small of her back. Right above her ass, in the same place that Janet had, there was a black footprint, a dragon's footprint. It was seen through her fur as if painted on it and down to her skin, like a tattoo that could not be easily removed.

I marked her, too, even though I didn't cum in her yet... He shook his head. This is going to get interesting.

He watched as the vixen slowly slid down his cock, biting back his moans as she submitted her body to him. She had so much more confidence, taking it slow, but steady. She swirled her hips in a way that she had never done for him in person before, running her hands along her body as if she was savoring it just as much as she was savoring his cock. Every shift, every little inch that slid inside seemed to make her feel better.

Finally, her pussy hit the base of his cock, and she moaned louder than ever. A glance back at him, and she grinned, squeezing around the middle of his cock. He bit off a grunt, and she giggled.

"Mmmm, Master loves his vixen's holes. And she's going to make sure that he never wants anyone more than her."

"Heh...show me what you got, then, slave."

"Oh, I will. I want you to keep coming back. You might have a harem, but I want to be the best of the best...your favorite..."

And with that, she started riding. And holy hell, was it ever a ride...

The End