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The Will of the Goddess

By Socks (on commission)

(ch 1)

Mauzer phased into his UI effortlessly. M'Lady was gone for the night, he had the house to himself, so a little time immersed in the Interface was never was a problem. He browsed his avatars, and decided on the technocat tonight. He loved the old flatfilms Mo had kept in his place, especially ones that got the future so wrong. He settled into the time dilation, and at the speed of thought popped into the entry zone of his favorite hangout.

He was settling in, looking around for friends he knew when he heard a voice yell "HEY MAUZER!" He bit his lip, never knowing what to expect when he got these. "JUST who I needed to see! Got a sec?"

Mauzer turned to see a man in a full digital trenchcoat, glowing eyes, white face... looked like a newbie avvie but everyone's gotta start somewhere. Well too late to phase out, so may as well help the newbie out. "Whassup?"

"Hey, umm... You... Live in Cali-Free, right?"

"Big place, lotta people live there." Mauzer said. He casually ran some background programs to check for recorders, and nothing was pinging back. "Why?"

"I heard about you from a friend of mine who lives there. Media guy named Mo'Pic?" Mauzer did roll his eyes now. Mo was gonna get him in trouble again. "He... said you're really one of the guys who has full biosulpt work?"

Mauzer sighed. "Yeah, I did, and I wouldn't change it for anything. Well, it has drawbacks."

"Like?"

Mauzer took his energy disk out and spun it on his finger. "Like the pussy jokes got old and it's hard to say it wasn't me when they describe the guy with a tail, but I keep my nose clean and get by. Why?"

"well... umm... I wanted to know if you knew a guy. Gold dragon, lives in Cali-Free, goes by Drakon?"

Mauzer laughed to himself. "Oh, yeah, just 'cuz I'm an exotic means I know everyone else who's one too, huh?" The avatar seemed to stagger a little back, Mauzer shook his head. "No, don't worry. Everyone knows Drakon. Everyone. Personally? No, I don't. But I know of him, yeah. Why?"

"I'm just trying to find him. Ya know, just to talk and ask questions..." Mauzer could see the avatar jittering a little, a tell tale sign of some physical duress on the other guy's end. Probably stress or accelerated heart rate. "Been trying to find his contact info for months now and nobody has it."

"Yeah, good luck there." Mauzer said with a laugh. "What I do know is he's got money, new money. He's also so lost in the act that I don't even think he can get out if he wanted to. I mean he never wears anything but a loincloth and speaks with that bad accent but when you got the cash he does, hell he could walk around naked and nobody would care." Mauzer laughed to himself. "Hell he just might, who knows. Odds are you'll never actually get to talk to him."

"I want to know where he had his stuff done?"

Mauzer sighed to himself. "Look, it's probably all public knowledge anyway, just write a bot script and drag for it." The avatar stayed motionless, other than the slight jitter. "You don't do the 'face much, do you? Wait, no, don't answer. Hang on a sec." Mauzer spun the disk in his paw on his finger like a CD drive, letting code spill from it into a cube in his other paw. It took him about a minute to write and compile the simple program. "Ok, here, you know how to run programs, right?" The avatar nodded. "Ok, head into the main stream, run this, and you'll probably be flooded with information. Narrow it down by carving it, and focus the data stream into what you need. Once you do that, it'll make it more manageable. It should guide you on where to go from here. Just don't do anything stupid, ok?"

The avatar nodded, and Mauzer watched it head away from the landing pad and into the main data stream area. Mauzer sighed to himself, and tapped the com unit by his ear to activate the RL interface. He heard the ringing sounds. "Heya Mauzer!"

"Hey Kit. You're going to be getting contacted by someone in Oregon in probably the next 7 days at a number I'm sending you now. He's a kook but harmless I think. He's trying to find Drakon's info, and I gave him a script to eventually find you."

"So, what, soak him for cash?" Kit asked, somewhat amused.

"If you want, or help him, I figured you had to have helped Drakon get that sculpt or knows someone who did. I'm pointing him your way because out of all the leads I think you're the least likely to get him killed or worse." Mauzer sighed to himself. "So do what you want, just wanted to give you a heads up."

"Thank you, I think." Kit said. "Gotta run, we'll talk later. I got a lead on a job up your alley."

"Yeah, ok." Mauzer said before hanging up. He thought a moment, and tapped his com unit again. The moment it picked up he just said "You owe me real beer you ass." Followed by a lot of laughter on the other end.

Logan shook as he ran the program he was given. He'd never played with custom software before, let alone something made for him! His first dip into the stream gave him an overwhelming amount of information. He did as instructed, shaving the program down slowly to get it focused. It was going so slowly, but it was the nature of information like this, he figured. It took a few days, but he finally got into some really useful information, some seeming to come from darker sources than usual. He felt like he was really getting somewhere!

It led him to exotic nanotechnology from Japan and expensive clinics, but the search turned up a phone number. "Exotic Goods" dealer... Logan knew this couldn't be legal but... here it was.... In his search data, shaved down to the bare minimums... Whoever this went to would be his best bet to finding Drakon's info. He picked up his cell phone, and physically shaking he dialed the number.

A week later he was exchanging e-mails with someone called "Drakon". Each time the box would chime Logan's heart would race, hanging off every word written. The other person even offered to send him photos of specific things from himself, and Logan couldn't reply "YES!" fast enough.

Within minutes he got a video file into his in-box. He opened it up, and saw... perfection. Golden scales on a wide head, horns and ear flaps. "Hello little one!" the voice dripped of confidence, his slight Brittish accent making it easy to fall into his beautiful golden eyes. "I don't have much time right now, but I did want to send you this quickly. I'll have more time tomorrow to explain about the horns but my wings are decorative, unfortunately. Tomorrow I will send you pictures that may show what they did to enhance my musculature. It took a long while, but it was worth it. I hope this finds you well, and I'll talk with you soon, little one!"

Logan was shaking now. This was for him. Drakon sent him a video message, JUST for him! SO many questions he wanted to know! Each mail was replied to, in full detail. Logan spent many nights being ashamed to be turned on by these non-erotic e-mails. The one where Drakon explained how his new genatalia worked drove Logan insane with lust.

Then came the night that Drakon asked if Logan wanted to try a video conference. Logan's throat went dry as he read it over and over, and agreed. When the connection was secured, and protected, Drakon's picture came into view. Logan could barely type, he was shaking so badly. He also almost hyperventilated, much to the dragon's amusement. After calming down, they talked for what felt like hours about how it was done, and the details of the dragon look.

"Are you sure it's ok? I mean I don't want to keep you from work or anything." Logan said into his microphone.

"Nonsense, little one." Drakon said smoothly. "I don't mind talking about the process, or its results. I rather find it perfection incarnate, so I'm happy to talk about it with someone else interested in the process."

"I hope someday I can do something like that." Logan said, somewhat unconsciously. "It's really, really beautiful."

Drakon smiled, melting Logan's heart a little. "Well before you decide, would you like to see it for yourself? In the scales, as it were?" He almost chuckled aloud watching the young boy's reaction. "I'll take that as a yes, then?" Logan just nodded. "I know this is short notice, but what are you doing, say... this weekend?"

Days passed all too slowly for Logan, Friday afternoon he was on a flight to Cali-Free. The usual mountain of paperwork to get through the borders was a breeze somehow. He was picked up at the airport in a limo, and driven straight into downtown. He tried to not gawk out the windows, but he'd never been to a large city like this! Soon he found himself being driven into a large office type building, and escorted to the suites elevator.

He rode the elevator alone, and could feel it getting warmer as it rose up. By the time the doors opened, he felt like it was mid summer minus the humidity. "Please! Come in my friend!" Logan knew the voice was Drakon's. "I just need to finish this! Always something to finish!" Logan looked around, the room the elevator opened up to had floor cushions and obviously specialty built items. He could feel himself sweating, and he looked around for some water.

Drakon entered the room "LOGAN! It's wonderful to see you!" Logan felt his heart quicken, and very aware of his growing erection seeing this dragon morph in the scales. His long, thick tail, horns, golden scales perfectly shining, everything. The long gold loin cloth the dragon wore looked perfect as it hung from his wider hips, giving him a more regal posture. Drakon gave Logan a hug, and Logan almost felt like his rib cage was going to shatter. "Please! Make yourself comfortable, my home is yours."

"th.. thank you!" Logan said, looking around. "Is it always this hot?"

"It is." Drakon said. "If you wish to go naked, that's acceptable. I usually do myself but I wanted to keep some modesty for your sake."

"That's... ok Mr Drakon Sir." Logan said, stammering.

The dragon let out a laugh. "I have a few spare loincloths, if you desire something a little more on the relaxed side. My body enjoys the heat, but most of my helpers are miserable after a while. We have a very casual dress code and the heat is bearable this way for most."

Logan thought about it for a while, and nodded "If I may then? I mean may as well be appropriate."

Drakon's mouth curled into a feral smile, at least Logan thought it a smile. "I know you're still shy, my friend. They're in the entry room, on the left, in the drawers there. Feel free to change, I'll get us something while you're changing." Logan nodded, and walked back to the entry. Drakon watched him walk away, and nodded to himself before going into his kitchen.

Logan looked in the room, which had a single bed, a closet and drawers. He opened a drawer and found a pile of loincloths there, easily a few dozen. They were folded, and sorted by what appeared to be sizes, all gold style cloth with trim, and all had a gold dragon embroidered on the front at the bottom. Like Drakon's, these were around knee length, plenty to keep modesty. Logan realized how hard that would be, mainly as hard as he was at that moment.

As he changed out of his street clothing, and into the loincloth, curiosity got the better of him. He looked into the other drawers, and found what looked like spandex outfits in several colors, folded neatly away. He felt his manhood throb at the thought, but he decided to not try one on. He felt a little cooler wearing nothing but a loincloth, but very self conscious about it. He walked out of the room, almost like he was walking on eggshells.

"You look fine, my friend!" Drakon said with a happy tone in his voice. "Please! Come! I have some drinks, we can talk!" Logan sat next to the gold dragon morph, and tried to pull his hips back to hide himself. Drakon smiled. "Do not be ashamed of yourself, young one. I'm certainly not offended. In fact I'm honored, it shows me you really do enjoy what you're looking at."

"I do, Sir." Logan said. "I.. I mean I like it in that.. I mean you're... I'm not gay or anything but I like..."

Drakon nodded and handed Logan a glass. "You might need this, my friend." Logan drank from the large cup as the dragon cooed softly. "I know this may be foreign to you as it is for most humans, but gay or straight, it doesn't matter. You show the signs of the spirit within you, and I understand that in my presence, you can't help but show it. Just know, I'm not offended."

Logan nodded, and felt a sense of relief and a sense of euphoria. He felt a little bolder hearing Drakon speak, and took another big swig before continuing. "So... if I wanted to touch you..."

Drakon took Logan's hand into his massive claws, and raised it to his own cheek. "I would not be offended. I would, in fact, welcome it. I so rarely find anyone who is blessed and has the courage to touch a dragon." Logan ran his hand around Drakon's jaw and muzzle, feeling how the horns were really a part of his bone structure under the skin. "This is why I brought you here, young one. E-mails and discussions are one thing, experiencing them for yourself is quite another." Drakon purred softly as Logan explored his body. "Take your time, young one. I've dedicated my night to you."

Logan became lost in the sensations of stroking the dragon's face, how his horns swept back and came to fine points and really could be weapons if so needed. How powerful his muscles felt under the scales, how he could feel hot breath as the dragon cooed into his shoulder. "It's amazing." He said, still quivering with excitement.

"I'm glad you like it." Drakon said. He eyed the empty glass he gave the boy, and he smiled. "And I see you truly do like it." Logan nodded, inhaling deep the scent of this powerful dragon, feeling intoxicated by it. "I sensed it within you when you first contacted me, that you are touched. You have it within you, barely constrained." Logan only nodded, the dragon's words making sense to him. "Tell me you haven't dreamed of it?"

"I have, Sir." Logan said softly. "It's why I wanted to know how you did it, so I could..."

"Could what, little one?" Drakon cooed softly.

"Could dream to be like you." Logan said. He felt a strong surge go through his groin when he actually said it aloud for the first time. "A black dragon, strong, powerful..." Logan let it drift off, his hands still exploring Drakon's jawline.

"It's what you are, young one." Drakon said softly. "Your dragon soul brought you to me." Drakon ran his clawed hand down Logan's side. "I have powerful magics, I can bring it out of you, let you become what you truly are." Logan's head swam with the thought. He felt like he was floating already, and hearing the deep voice of the dragon only fed fuel to his desires. "Do you wish it to be? You can live your life in your current form, or I can bring your true self out."

Logan looked up to Drakon, his eyes almost pleading. "Show me, please." Drakon leaned his head to Logan and kissed him gently. Logan almost fainted, feeling the dragon's lips on his own, how gentle they were with how powerful the dragon was. When he felt the dragon's tongue lick at his lips, he opened his mouth and let the dragon have his way. He soon found himself yielding to the dragon's every touch and stroke, his sweat soaked skin feeling shivers as he felt the dragon's hands roam his body.

Drakon pulled his head away slowly. "Come, I have a circle prepared for us. I can use its magics to bring your new form closer to the surface." Logan nodded, and followed the dragon into another room. The room had several throw pillows on the floor next to the walls, and the center was cleared out. On the floor was an intricately drawn circle with symbols all around its edges, and a small table with what looked like glasses of water on it. "Please, I welcome you to enter the circle my young friend. I welcome you to become your true self."

Logan entered, and Drakon handed him a glass. "Drink, my young friend. The ceremony will take a lot from you." Logan sipped from the glass, and Drakon tipped the bottom up to help him drink faster. Logan smiled a little as he put the empty glass down, he felt like anything was possible now. He could feel his shaft pushing the cloth of his loincloth, but he didn't care anymore. "I wish to perform a ceremony of unbinding. It will help your true form emerge, you will learn your true name, you will understand more. You only need to listen to my words, open your heart and soul, let the heat of the dragon spirit fill you and all will be revealed."

Logan only nodded in a slight haze. Drakon tapped the remote control on the table, and classical music began to play. The dragon knelt, and pulled the boy gently by his wrists until he joined him on the floor kneeling. He expertly removed the cinch on Logan's loincloth, letting it drop. He did the same for his own. "Now, listen to my words. Listen my friend. Allow your visions to come to the surface, visions of your true self, visions of who you know you are..."

Logan's eyes glazed over slightly as he became lost in the low, rumbling voice of the dragon. He felt scaled hands rub his chest, his belly, his sex, his legs, every part of him. The music drew louder as the voice commanded him to let go of his fears, to release his true self. He could feel his body getting lighter as the visions began to surround him. Drakon had him, he was safe, what he would see would be visions of his true self. Visions of dragons. He could feel the power running through him, the strength and pleasures.

Drakon smiled as he looked down at Logan. The ceremony was going perfectly, and both he and his companion were equally aroused. He wasn't ready for mating, not yet, but he would be. But he couldn't help himself. He lowered his hips, and brought his draconian shaft between Logan's legs, poking out to just under the human's testicles. He began to stroke the human's shaft, being very careful to not damage his frail flesh. "Reach down, under my hands, grab my sex and stroke it. Feel what a dragon should feel like. Feel what you should feel like."

Logan did, and felt the dragon's shaft. It felt flared at its tip, with ridges and curves but still smooth. He felt his own being stroked, and it felt like as he stroked the dragon, his cock was draconian! Logan let out a long, loud moan as he felt the pleasure wash through him. The voice told him to be patient, let it build, let it channel his true form. Logan could see forms swirling in front of his eyes, slowly congealing into a black mass, then he saw golden eyes staring back at him. He felt it pierce deep into his soul and pull something to the surface. At once he could feel his muzzle and tail, his claws and his scales, every detail crystal clear. "Wardine."

"Become it." Logan's back arched, and with a loud cry he exploded. It felt like his whole body was pulsing in pure pleasure. He gripped Drakon's thigh in one hand, and his dragon shaft in the other as his body pulsed with each beating of the dragon's heart within him. After what felt like an eternity of being bathed in the pleasures they finally began to fade. Logan's eyes rolled up into his head, and he passed out into the arms of Drakon.

The dragon smiled, the ritual was a success. He discovered his true name, had his first visions, and was on his way to the true path. He leaned the human back a little, and rubbed his dragon seed along the human's leg. "Soon, very soon." He said softly. He let himself slip back into his cloacae before picking the human up into his arms and taking him into a more appropriate place to sleep.

Logan woke up slowly, it took him some time before he could get the energy to get out of the bed he was in. Next to the bed was a loincloth, this one was black with a gold dragon embroidered on it. He clipped it on, and found his way to the main living area. He found Drakon behind a desk, looking at five computer monitors and talking on an old style corded phone.

"Move them to the main account. Yes, now we need to talk about the futures market. Oh, wait, give me a minute." Drakon looked up to Logan with a smile. "Empires never sleep, I'm afraid."

"I understand." Logan said.

"I would make you breakfast, but I need to make this happen first. Please, help yourself. I'll come find you when I'm free." Drakon said. Logan nodded and headed to where the dragon indicated. "Yes, yes. I can assure you that they certainly WILL rise, and when they reach 250 I want to dump a third of them."

Logan found some real food in the kitchen. The fact that it was real was a novelty, the fact that it cooked easier than he thought it would was amazing.

Drakon strode into the room some time later and smiled. "You know how to cook?"

"Comes in handy where I live." Logan said softly. "It's cheaper than ordering out. I can make you something?"

"I'd be delighted." Drakon said. "Has last night bothered you?"

"I'm still trying to make sense of it." Logan said, getting out some eggs. "I mean I tried some stuff at home like self hypnosis but nothing like what happened last night. That was incredible."

Drakon nodded. "It was your first step, young dragon." Logan felt a tingle in his groin when he heard it. "A taste of your true self. The circle has magics that humans cannot understand and I am allowed to use."

Logan nodded. "I... felt that too." He said softly. "I mean I always knew, but never like that. Never felt it like that. How did you do that?"

"I did nothing. It all came from you." Drakon leaned back in his chair, and smiled as a plate full of eggs was brought to him. "If I may ask, what did you see?"

Logan sat down, and took a long drink from his glass. "Black dragon. I was a black dragon." He said, staring at the table, trying to organize himself. "Wardine. I don't understand that. But I felt myself as a dragon."

Drakon leaned forward and brushed his scaled hands across Logan's chin. "You are a dragon. Like me, it is buried deep within you, and last night you heard your true name for the first time. You are one of the touched. As such, it's my duty to help you, if you wish for it."

"Help?" Logan asked.

"I awakened long ago." Drakon said between bites of his breakfast. "When I did I discovered I am a gateway. I can tell those who are touched, and help them shed their frail, human form and become that which is their birthright. I have the means to help you transcend. You've known it's been there, it's why you sought me out." Logan just nodded. "When you're done eating, I want you to go into the bedroom you woke up in. In the bottom drawers you'll find some skins, put one on that feels right for you. Lay on the bed, and put the headphones on that you will find on top of the dresser. It will help you meditate, and help you get closer to your true self."

Logan nodded. "Thank you, Master." Drakon smiled, the human didn't even flinch calling him that.

A few hours later, Drakon looked into the room. The boy was laying on the bed, face up, his eyes somewhat glazed over and full relaxed. He could see the boy's erection tenting against the black spandex skin, the long, thick tail between his legs. It wouldn't be too long, the young boy wanted this so badly, so eager, so willing... He closed the door quietly and tapped a button on his PDA. In the room, misters let a little more of the chemical mix seep into the room.

Logan slid out of the bed shaking a little. He took off the headphones, and went into the main room. Drakon was there, talking on the phone in an authoritarian voice. Logan simply knelt down next to Drakon, and bowed his head. Drakon ran his hand along Logan's head as he spoke on the phone. Logan placed his hands behind his back, and waited patiently. Finally, the gold dragon hung up and removed the piece from his ear flap.

"Master?" Logan said weakly. "I need... I..." he struggled with the words.

"You need what, young Wardine?" Drakon asked softly.

"I need to be seeded." He said. "I had a vision, it told me my human form needs to be seeded with that of a dragon. I... need your seed." He looked up, his body shaking a little. "I... never done anything like this before. But she told me I needed to be seeded."

"She?" Logan nodded. "You've seen the spirit?"

Logan nodded. "She came to me, told me my skin was appropriate, told me I am touched but lost my way, told me you will help me..." Logan's jaw quivered. "Told me you would seed me, help me become my true self."

Drakon nodded, running his hand along Logan's head. "If she has decreed it, then it shall be done." He leaned into Logan and gave him a gentle kiss. "You are now my priority, my young dragon. It is my duty to awaken your true form. From this moment I will only call you by your true name, Wardine."

"Yes Master." Drakon smiled. He stood up, holding his young protégé by the hand, and led him into the ritual room.

(ch 2)

Mauzer floated in the air as he looked around the old storage box as he spoke. "You do realize how illegal this is."

"It's why I wanted you." A voice said. "Word is you're the best altered hacker in the city, probably in Cali."

"Ok, just wanted to make sure we're on the same page." Mauzer said. He shed his old avatar and stepped into Ghost. "I'd recommend you just stay offline, don't turn on the monitors and don't freak out when the meat twitches. That's normal. If I flatline, hit the destruct button and get the hell out, you'll have 2 minutes before the cops show up. Questions?"

"None."

"Good. Let's see what this old beast can do." Kit watched as the monitor shifted off. He drank a few beers, watching the anthro cat twitch in the makeshift console. He looked at the clock often, trying to not count the minutes. Finally he saw signs of life as Mauzer reached over to the cables on his wrists and yanked them hard. "Holy... fuck'n a.... Who the fuck built this thing?"

"It's a loaner." Kit offered the cat morph a bottle of orange juice. "I got lots, this is the real thing."

Mauzer's nose crinkled at the acidity in the bottle. "Yeah, I can tell. This had to be pricey."

"My client can afford the best." Kit said, swishing his tail. "You got it?"

"Yeah, got it." Mauzer said, sipping on the juice. "Gaaahhhh... I forgot how the real thing tingles the throat. Ok, so Osaka beefed up security since I was there last. I scrubbed the tracks so they shouldn't be coming here. Your cargo shipment has diplomatic immunity, shouldn't be searched. You got your box."

Kit smiled a toothy grin. "I'll take care of the rest. I appreciate this, a lot."

Mauzer nodded. "Yeah, I know." Mauzer said with a chuckle. "Do I want to know...?" Kit shook his head. "Got it."

Drakon smiled as the box was brought in. Wardine's meditation and practicing was coming along nicely, and he was ready for the next stage. "Everything went smoothly?"

"As always!" Kit said, swishing his tail back and forth. Drakon nodded, the fox was good and reliable. "This is the full tr... ritual kit." Kit said, correcting himself. "I know you're familiar with the rituals involved."

"I remember them well." Drakon said. "I will need your services in a few months time as well, when the rituals are complete."

"I've anticipated that." Kit said. "When you're ready, let me know and I'll bring the paperwork to you."

Drakon looked behind the small fox, and chuckled. "One tail, I'm surprised."

Kit nodded with a grin. "I'm not that old. I do, however, need to go. I look forward to seeing your friend!"

"As do I." Drakon shook paws with the fox before he parted. Drakon took the box into the kitchen, and placed the vials in a small refrigerator, activating the optical lock. Tonight, Wardine would get his first true seeding.

Wardine straddled his Master's hips, and lowered himself slowly. He draped his costume tail behind himself, over his Masters, and positioned himself just over the erect draconian shaft. He panted as he put his hands onto his Master's chest. "I'm nervous, Master." He panted out.

"Just go slowly, young Wardine." Drakon said gently. "If you are not ready, I'll understand. This is a very big step for you." He ran his claws down the black spandex covered body straddling him. "This can not be rushed, if it is her will then you shall be seeded tonight."

Wardine nodded, thinking to the days of training, stretching his tailhole out. With Master Drakon's help he learned to orally take the mighty dragon's shaft in his mouth, but this was different. He knew that Master's powerful hips could probably split him in half. Master was kind to let him lose his virginity like this, so he could take his time.

He slowly lowered himself, feeling the dragon's ridges all along his pucker. He let out a long, loud groan as he felt the tip enter him fully. He knew the shaft tapered wider, but he was determined. He worked up and down, trying to relax himself as he lowered himself onto this massive dragon shaft. He felt the third ridge pop into him, and he cried out. Looking down, he nodded to Drakon who looked worried. It took some time, but he found himself sitting balls deep on top of the dragon.

Wardine's eyes got wide as he realized he had just taken the whole dragon. He pushed his hands on Drakon's chest, pulling himself up then down. Drakon let out a low rumbling sound, looking contented as he lay back. "Very good, young dragon." He churred. Wardine started to speed up, letting the dragon's ridges stimulate his insides.

Suddenly, Wardine clenched hard as he felt something inside him pump. His erect shaft began to dribble, then spurt onto Drakon's chest. "Yes, my young dragon." Drakon said. "Release your human seed, your true form will not need it anymore." Wardine arched his back, and cried in pure pleasure as he rode the dragon's shaft.

Drakon clenched his hips a few times, feeling the pressure build. "Master.... Seed me Master!" Wardine yelled. Drakon grabbed him by the thighs, and clenched him down. Wardine felt his Master's pulsing shaft deep inside him, then heard the mighty roar of his Master as he was seeded. He felt the shaft rub against a special spot deep inside him as he clenched and sprayed all over his Master's stomach and chest.

Wardine collapsed onto his Master's chest, panting hard. He could still feel the draconian shaft deep inside, holding the seed deep within him. He knew from experience that his Master would remain like this for a while. Drakon ran his claws over his young ward's head. "You have given me your virginity." He said softly. "I have given you the seed to your new form. Tonight you begin your change." Wardine nodded, rubbing his face into Drakon's scaled neck, inhaling his scent.

Drakon clenched his pelvis to keep his erect shaft deep in his ward. He leaned over to the side, and grabbed the glass he had prepared earlier. "Drink this, young Wardine. This will complete this ritual." Wardine took the cup, barely, and drank it in one long gulp. Drakon smiled, the first step had begun. Soon, Wardine fell into a deep sleep, his Master's shaft still deep inside him.

Weeks later, two detectives were in Drakon's lobby. "Holy fuck, it's hot in here." One detective adjusted his tie as he looked around with his partner.

"My apologies for the wait." Drakon strode into the room. "Business will not wait, I'm afraid. How may I help you?"

"We're on a missing person's case." The second detective said. He produced a small disk, which glowed briefly then showed a hologram of a person. "His name is Logan Prader, we understand he had some contact with you."

"That he did." Drakon said. "Very nice young man, had an interest in dragons and biosculpting. Did you say he was missing?"

"Not explicitly, no. But now that you bring it up, we understand you've seen him." A detective said, tapping on a small phone in his hand.

"I did." Drakon said. "He came to visit some time ago. I hosted him, he stayed a few nights and then went home to... Oregon I think?"

"Do you know how he went home?"

"By bus, I believe." He caught a slight change in the detectives temperature and scent. "I had one of my assistants drive him, would you like to speak with him?"

"Matter of fact, yes. That would be helpful." Drakon nodded, and excused himself to call his assistant.

"Can ya believe this stuff?" one detective said, pointing around the entrance foyer. "Money can't buy you happiness my ass."

"Long term rent." The other said. "But if he can afford to make himself look like that, why not? Seen weirder."

"The look is one thing, but what's up with the rest of it?" He pointed around himself as he walked around the entryway. "I mean it looks like he rolled that renaissance dinner theater and put it in here." He tapped the dragon statue at the end of the hallway. "I get it, he likes dragons. You'd think he has other interests too."

"I do." Drakon said with a smirk. "I enjoy fine art, sculpture and the martial football league." He pated the statue. "I just like people to be in the correct mindset when they walk into my buisness."

"Point taken." The first detective said.

"My assistant will be up in a moment, I've told him to assist you in any way he can. I do hate to cut this short, but if my assistance is no longer needed, I do need to get back to work." Drakon said.

"Arright, we may be in touch." Drakon nodded as he headed back to his desk.

Later that night, he walked over to the statue and placed his finger on the surface of the platform. From underneath, a display glowed light blue with a countdown timer. Another week before Wardine would need to be recovered for her first awakening. He remembered his first, and smiled to himself. With a tap, the display went dark and he went to his chambers for the night.

The voice faded as Wardine felt herself stir. Something felt off, somehow. She rolled off the bed slowly and onto all fours, stretching her body. She raised her tail effortlessly, stretching muscles that felt... she. No, that wasn't right. She. She stood up, and looked herself over. Somewhat flat chested, but... oh... oh... scales... black scales... she felt a tingle between her legs and panted a little. She opened her slight muzzle and felt it with her hands.

"I don't think I will ever tire of that view." Wardine turned around to see Drakon, his vent open and his arousal beginning to show. "You look beautiful, you know."

"I..." Wardine shook her head. "Thank you Master but... When I went to sleep I was... I mean I didn't have... I mean I DID have..."

Drakon walked up to the young dragoness and wrapped his arms around her gently. "When I seeded you, your true form was allowed to be free. You've known it to be true your whole life, you never knew your true form. When her spirit visited you she spoke that my seed would set your form free." Drakon rubbed his muzzle against Wardine's cheek. "This is that form."

"Female?" Wardine asked. "I... thought I was male. I mean I... UUuhhhhh...."

Drakon ran his hand along Wardine's still sensitive undertail. "Your human form was male. Her spirit entered you, and your true form is female." Drakon's fingers ran up to Wardine's sex, tracing the scales around the virgin opening. Wardine grasped Drakon's arm tighly, and held on as he made gentle loops with his claw tips. "A very beautiful, very sexy, draconian female."

Wardine rolled her head back and kissed her Master on the chin. She could feel a flood of emotions fill her head as his expert touch gave her pleasure. "Masssster?" she panted out. "I... need your seed, I need you to seed me again. Now."

"Now, my young dragoness?" Drakon asked with some amusement. Wardine nodded quickly. "As you wish, but we must do this correctly." In minutes, the two of them were in the ritual circle. Wardine on her back, Drakon between her legs. He let his tongue slide in and out of the young dragoness, who let out cries of pure pleasure with every flick. Wardine shrieked in pleasure as he felt Drakon's hot breath on her wet scalres.

"Please Master, mate me!" Wardine cried out.

Drakon rose up, showing his full draconian maleness to her. He could see her golden eyes focused on his vent. "You wish to be mated?" Wardine nodded. "You know what that will mean, yes?"

"I do, Master." Wardine said. "I'm ready."

"So be it." Drakon said as he shifted a pillow under Wardine's hips, and straddled her legs. "I make you mine, Wardine." He slowly penetrated the dragoness's depths. With each new ridge, Wardine cried in more pleasure. Soon Drakon was thrusting fully into her, feeling for the first time a true dragoness around his heat. His shaft flared, expanding his ridges into her. Wardine's body reacted before she knew what was going on, clamping on his ridges and massaging them. With a loud roar, Drakon exploded into her. Wardine grabbed his wrists, throwing her legs over his hips and riding their combined pleasures.

Wardine slid off her Master's hips, and closing her eyes she slumped to the ground of the ritual circle. Drakon smiled, looking down to her. He leaned in and kissed her, which she returned passionately. She bowed her head, and exposed her neck. "Not yet, my mate." Drakon said gently. "When your change is complete, and it can be permanent." Wardine nodded, Her mate would know best, he knew the rituals better.

Each night, Wardine slept soundly in her sleep chamber. Each morning waking up to find more, deeper changes within her. She went from wearing simple clothing to always desiring to be naked. Her black scales glistened with each day, and she looked forward to each morning, to see how far along she was.

Kit ran his fingers along the sarcophagus and smiled. "She's coming along nicely."

"With your help, yes." Drakon said. "It's taking longer than I had expected, but Goddess works on her time."

Kit nodded. "I have the last part of the ritual kit for her. She's really going the whole way?"

"It is destiny." Drakon said. "Godess gave me a vision that Wardine needs to serve me in this way." Drakon looked sadly to the dark black sarcophagus. "I had hoped she would be a harem or an equal, but I can not go against the will of Goddess."

Kit nodded. "When do you think she'll be done? Her I mean, not..." he pointed to the statue.

"Oh, a few more months at least." Drakon said. "Her path will be hard, her next awakening will be difficult for us both. Her changes will be more radical than the last time."

Kit nodded. "I'll make the necessary arrangements for you then. She will be quite beautiful, won't she?"

"She already is." Drakon said softly. "It may be wrong to love her in this way, but I can't help it. She is my first ward. And I know what her destiny is, but I do not wish harm to her in any way." Drakon hung his head a little, and Kit put his paw onto the dragon's. "Thank you , my friend. I know you have things to do, I appreciate you spending extra time with us."

Kit nodded. "Anything for my friend." Kit headed out, and down to his car. He opened the door and hopped into the passenger side. "Smoking stunts your growth." He said in jest.

"That's not what she said." The Doberman morph chuckled as he tapped the cigar out the window. "All cool?"

"All cool." Kit said. "I gotta tell you though, I get worried when I go in there."

"Why's that?" the Doberman turned the car on and started to back out of the spot.

"You know he's over the edge, right?" Kit asked, the Doberman nodded. "He's a good guy otherwise, I just fear that he'll make the wrong step and ruin a lot of things."

"Just don't leave boot prints." The Doberman chuckled. "Nobody else wears size 4 feral combat boots but you."

Kit chuckled. "Gotcha. We got one more stop, gotta check in on Rex." The Doberman hit the accelerator, and the car hummed into the street.

Wardine stirred to alertness. She rolled out of the bed, and on all fours stretched. Her yawn fel t wider today, weight was unfamiliar to her. She brought her hand up to her jaw, and could feel it's massive weight. Then she realized her hand felt awkward, heavy. Looking down she could see her hand was massive, as was her forearm and bicep. Her tail felt more in balance now as she rested on all fours effortlessly.

She struggled to stand on her hind legs... hind legs? She struggled to stay on her toe tips before falling back down onto all fours again. She needed to find Master, she couldn't figure out what was going on with her. She struggled a little to walk out of the room, and heard Master's voice from his office.

"Then you tell them if they don't understand that I will be MORE than happy to explain our position to them in person." Drakon snarled into the phone. "And don't think I can't be on a flight by day's end." He looked up at the doorway, and his eyes got wide. "I need to go. Make them understand, and I don't care how." He quickly removed the earpiece and almost vaulted his desk to get to her. He took a knee next to the dragoness and held her in his powerful arms. "Steady Wardine. Your legs are still weak. You don't want to fall."

"legs?" Wardine asked, feeling almost winded from her short walk. "whas hatning?"

"It is her will." Drakon said softly, cradling Wardine in his arms. "Your true form is not bipedal, you are to become a full dragon. Did you see her visions?"

Wardine tried to think throught he fog of waking up. "Saw you... me... gard?"

"Yes." Drakon said. "I shared that vision. You are to be my guardian, my protector."

"bu... hard ta tak.."

"Try not to speak." Drakon said. "Your transformation will be pure and full." Drakon spread his wings and curled one around Wardine's body. "I'm envious in a way, my change stopped here, you will be a full, majestic dragon." He ran his claws gently over Wardine's face, and up to her horns that were starting to form on her forehead. "You will be fierce and beautiful."

Wardine nodded. "Mas-her?" Drakon rubbed his muzzle on Wardine's, causing her to churr softly as she caught his scent.

"Shhh..." Drakon whispered, rubbing his muzzle fully on hers. "Relax my guardian. I will protect you as you will me." Wardine's head swam as her senses were filled with her Master's scent. So powerful, so masculine. The two of them stayed together for as long as it took for Wardine to feel steady on her new legs. When she felt steady, he led her to the kitchen. She sat on the floor as he prepared food for her.

"This will be high in protein, it will help you gain strength." He placed it in a bowl, and crouched next to the dragoness. When he placed the dish in front of her, she looked at it, and closed her eyes. "Don't be ashamed to eat this way, embrace it, it's who you are. You aren't just a common dog, you should be proud of what you're becoming."

Wardine, looked at her front hands... no they were her feet. She could feel in the back of her mind that this was off. She shouldn't eat like an animal. She wasn't just... no, she wasn't just an animal. She was a dragoness. Master was right, her from would be pure, and it would be what she was destined to be. She lowered he head slowly, trying out her new jaw and teeth. Gingerly, she took her first few bites. Drakon watched his guardian eat, and smiled.

Wardine had to re-learn everything from walking to how to biological functions. Master was with her constantly, helping her to gain strength. Weeks passed, and with each day Wardine felt her body grow stronger. She stopped speaking in human words, vocalizing only when she needed to. She rested at her Master's feet as he went about his normal business.

One night, Drakon and Wardine lay in the ritual circle again. Drakon was helping her drink more of the potion, and Wardine was enjoying every moment of it. "Your physical change is almost complete, my guardian." Drakon said. Wardine churred in almost drunken pleasure. "My visions are that tonight you will obtain your final form in your sleep. You will sleep for a long time to avoid the pain of transformation. But when you awaken, your final form will be revealed."

Wardine looked into her Master's eyes, and licked his muzzle gently. She nodded and licked at the glass her Master held. He tipped it to her throat, and she downed it quickly. Drakon smiled, and ran his claws along her powerful neck and side. "you may be tested in the dream realm, to see if you're worthy to keep your intelligence. I have prepared you for these trials, I know you'll do well in them. I can not help you on this quest, you must prove your worthiness." Wardine nodded, her eyes feeling heavy. "Godspeed, Wardine, my guardian." Drakon kissed the dragoness on her muzzle as she began to fade into unconsciousness. "I love you."

Drakon held her in his arms, watching her sleep gently. But he knew what had to be done. He cradled her body in his arms, and picked her up. He carried her to the sarcophagus, and placed her inside. He placed her legs into the restraints, and the breathing apparatus over her muzzle. He pressed the button, and watched as the machine stirred to life.

The machine placed tubes into Wardine's body. Drakon didn't want to watch but heard the sickening sounds of his guardian being violated. He heard the machine beep, and looked to the screen. "100%, ready for stasis." He nodded to himself, and pressed the final button. The top shell slid down slowly, and the chamber filled with liquid. He watched as the lights on the base turned blue, then green, the faded to darkness. "Godspeed, Wardine." He said softly.

Kit hung up his phone, and rolled his head back. "Whassup boss?"

"Drakon." Kit said. "Now the month of fun starts." He rolled his eyes, and slammed the rest of his beer.

"The price you pay for being an enabler." The Doberman chuckled to himself. "You took the job, you know."

"I know, I know." Kit said. "It'll keep you in Kibble for years."

"That was just the one time." The doberman chuckled too, finishing his beer. "So we're out?"

"Yah." Kit said with a sigh. "It's safer to make the calls on the fly."

"Arright." The doberman zipped up his leather jacket, and eyed the room once more. On his way out he tossed the bartender a credstick, and the bartender pointed with a wink to the dog as they both left.

(Ch 3)

Mo watched as the fox morph paced back and forth in the apartment. He had a vague clue what was going on, Mauzer wouldn't have asked him to use the suite if it wasn't big. And now he had three furries in his apartment. Mo sighed a little, watching the meters spike repeatedly.

The cat pulled the cords off his wrists. "Who-lee fuck..." He opened his eyes and flopped back into the suite's couch. "SO much easier than the last time."

"You ok furball?" Mo asked.

"I'm good." Mauzer said. "Did something happen in Osaka this week or something?"

"Only an attempted assassination." Mo said, then he sat up abruptly. "Wait, OSAKA?"

"Don't worry, I scrubbed it." Mauzer said, waving his paw dismissively. He sat up slowly, looking at Kit. "I got your paperwork, package is in transit, should be at the docks tomorrow 4 PM unmarked. It'll be delivered to your drop point, then after that you better have a truck 'cuz it's gonna be huge."

"Thank you." Kit said. "You've more than earned your reputation."

"Yeah, I'd rather not be known for it." Mauzer said. "M'Lady will skin me if I get a reputation for this."

"Understood." Kit said with a chuckle. "I keep forgetting you're owned." Mauzer shrugged as Mo handed him a glass of synthetic orange juice. "As far as you, I believe I owe you this." Kit handed Mo a certified credstick along with an envelope. "You may want to dress up, I can get you an Armani if you need it. You'll be one of the only permitted media at the event. I'll simply tell you to be watching the president of Noach Enterprises."

"The dragon?" Mo asked. "Why, is he human now?"

"Not quite." Kit chuckled. "He usually arrives to the event thirty minutes late by air, be ready, he'll be eager to be seen."

Mo shook his head. "Then I'll take the good camera rig, and that Armani."

Drakon was more irritable than usual, snapping at his underlings and apologizing for it later. Then a call from the front desk brought him to the elevator entrance. Five workers, along with the fox, same into the foyer. "EASY boys! Fragile package!" Kit said. Drakon folded his arms and tried to not look angered. Once the box was inside, it was placed at the end of the hall. "Ok guys, we got it from here." The others nodded and just left.

"Were there troubles?" Drakon asked.

"None." Kit said. "I checked, she's doing fine." Drakon sighed in relief. "I know she's special, I made sure there were no problems."

Drakon nodded, and looked at the crate. "Would you mind staying while I check on her?"

"I would be honored." Kit said. He watched as Drakon ripped the fake wood off the sides effortlessly, and revealed the dragon statue inside. He placed his palm on the base, and read with interest the display. Drakon nodded, and smiled to Kit. "I'm looking forward to meeting her." He said.

"You will." Drakon said softly. "You have helped us both greatly, my friend. No money reward can be sufficient for the work you've done in Her service. You have my eternal gratitude." Drakon looked at the statue. "I must ask you to leave, the ceremony for release must be exclusive."

Kit bowed his head slightly. "I understand. If you need me..." He let it drift off. Drakon nodded. Kit walked to the elevator, and quickly made his exit from the room.

Wardine became aware of her surroundings. The dreams she'd been having were intense, with visions of combat and fighting, history, knowledge she knew she'd need to have. "Si aldoer sia sargt ekess sia okarthel." She knew the voice. "Si majak sia tobor ihk jacioniv, lae jacioniv ihk sini." The words shot into her mind, she felt an immediate bind with the voice, looking up to it's source. Master! "Aldoer, sargt."

She stood up onto all fours, looking up to her Master. His golden scales glistening as never before. She closed her eyes, and bowed her head to her Master. She felt a leather collar slip around her throat, and buckle shut. "Sia sargt, sia iejir, sia itov. Si jihai wux, Wardine." Wardine felt pride swell inside her. She spread her wings reflexively in a show of size and power. Drakon smiled. Wardine caught a familiar scent as her Master's vent popped open and his maleness began to slip out. She rumbled in appreciation, and turned around while raising her tail to be soul bound to her Master.

Mo made his way to the rooftop. He was absolutely sure that all his software was up and running, and that the transmitter was good. He was calling in a huge favor at the network to get them to even consider his possible story, but this could open doors. He put his goggles down, and plugged it into the deck on his forearm. He hoped that fox wasn't just pulling his leg, that this would be huge. If it was just a joke, well, he had a nice suit now at least.

He saw the helicopter approach the landing pad, and he was the only media there. Almost too good to be true! "Professional, stay cool." He said to himself as he began to record. The rotor wash hit him, but he dared not turn the camera away. He made one last adjustment to the camera settings, to make this shot perfect. When the blades slowed down a little, the door opened up.

First out was the infamous Drakon. Flamboyant, as usual. Gold scaled dragon morph, full job of it. He wore a gold loincloth with his corporate logo and nothing else, which was typical. The next thing... Mo's skill as a professional was put to the test as he could hardly believe what stepped out. A black dragon. A large black dragon. Whatever it was had full wings, massive claws at the end of its feet, and a full length tail. Its scales looked heavily armored, slick as oil. It had golden eyes, matching Drakon's scales. It also had a gold dragon pattern on its hind flank, similar to Drakon's logo. It wore only a collar, the chain leash attached to it was held in Drakon's massive claws.

Drakon looked at Mo, making eye contact. He folded his wings over his shoulder like a cloak, and motioned to Mo to follow. Mo did, and went inside to an elevator to the main floor. "You're covering this event?" Drakon asked.

"Yes Sir." Mo said, eyeing the dragon on the leash.

"Then you should meet my guardian, Wardine." Wardine eyed the stranger, he smelled of technology. No weapons, no threat. She focused on the elevator door, ready for when they opened.

"So Wardine's your new bodyguard?" Mo asked.

"In so many words, yes." Drakon said. "She will be with me from this point forward."

She? Mo took it in stride, knowing he didn't have much time. "If I may ask, where did she come from?"

"In good time." Drakon said smoothly. "I do not wish my guardian to be center stage tonight. Instead I want to focus on the exhibit below." Drakon looked Mo in the eye. "You would be wise to heed my words."

"Will do." Mo said. The elevator opened up and Drakon walked out with Wardine. Wardine scanned the crowd left and right. She relaxed when she could not see any threats, but stayed vigilant. Fifteen seconds with one of the most powerful, and most reclusive businessmen in the city, probably the continent, and he got an interview. Mo quickly edited his story together through his neural interface, featuring the interview and lots of shots of the exhibit he took before the helicopter arrived. He shot it over to the network within a minute.

Soon after, he felt his implant vibrate near his ear. He tapped it. "HOLY FUCK DUDE! THIS IS GOLD! KEEP ROLLING! We want exclusive on this!"

"Contract C, add a hundred percent to all payments." Mo said quickly. "No negotiations."

"Done." Mo instantly regretted not going bigger. "Livelink, stay on the guard dog when you can, we'll work on getting you a real interview later." Mo looked onto his deck, and the screen confirmed that he was on payroll for the night.

"You got it." Mo said. He then returned to work. Wardine glanced over at him once, almost in a glare, before returning to her duties.