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[b][u][center]Dragon Harem Reboot

Chapter 2: Mercy for a Thief

For DrakeHavok

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Draconicon slumped back a bit against his throne, patting the scaly white feet sliding away from his cock. The slimy soles pushed back for a few seconds, almost like they were eager to continue their work, but a glance down at their owner quickly stopped that.

[i]Who would have thought I just needed someone around for this to keep me from being stressed?[/i] the black dragon thought, looking at the smiling, horny white dragon at his feet. He chuckled to himself, lifting one foot and idly rubbing it up and down the other dragon's cock, teasing it with his toes and encouraging the slow oozing that it had been doing for the past hour.

Admittedly, it wasn't quite what he had been expecting; putting someone else under him – lawfully or not – was something that he had been insistent on never doing. Harems had been for the more tradition-bound dragons, not for him.

Then…well, with all the admiration that Drake here had shown as a human, and how eager he was both before and after his transformation…

It was simpler to say that he'd been convinced of its necessity and its pleasures. And it wasn't like Drake had gone without compensation, either. The white dragon was adorned with gold around his wrists and ankles, his toes marked with enchanted rings and his cock kept hard almost perpetually with a ring around the base. Chastity was a function that he could occasionally activate, but he usually left it off; a happily fulfilled harem member was much better company than a pent-up one.

“Can I serve you any other way, Master?"

“No, this is sufficient."

Draconicon nodded at the white dragon before getting to his feet. His cock was still somewhat stiff, but was slowly going back down again, gradually settling over his sac. The bits of cum still oozing from it dripped to the floor, but he didn't care. It was something that the servants would take care of later.

He walked over to his window, looking out over the city. Back before the Transformation Wars, before he and his kind came to power, this city had been a fairly thriving one. It had been the center of both electronic growth and the center of militaristic ambitions for a great deal of people.

These days, it was being converted to something else. The plane factory off to the south had been repurposed to making airships, rather than planes, and the electronic businesses, while still being allowed to sell their other goods, were slowly getting new wings to work with magical businesses. Alchemy, runes, things like that; remnants of the dragons' homeworld that would improve the lives of the people here in the city.

They were the biggest changes, anyway, and the former the people had fought with tooth and nail. Draconicon still remembered the sessions with their 'city council' about how that was a mark of pride, how it had saved the town and the city with its jobs in the past.

He'd overruled them, but only because he had the authority to do it from the other dragons in the world. Even the fans of 'fantasy' and dragons in general weren't particularly happy with him over that decision.

He felt Havok walk up behind him, and he turned to glance at the near-naked dragon.

“Something on your mind?"

“No, but there's definitely something on yours. Want to talk about it?"

“Maybe later. I have other things –"

He was interrupted by a siren, of all things. Arching an eyeridge, the black dragon glanced out the window. Several large cars were shooting down the streets, the tops of them covered in blue and red lights. It took him a moment to remember that these were the local law enforcement individuals.

Admittedly, he had only seen them in action a few times, but he remembered that the people of this world had a very divided opinion about them. Some saw them as the only wall and supporters of law and order in the world. Others saw them as privileged killers, taking down those that could have been kept alive.

[i]Perhaps I should see them in action again.[/i]

“Master?"

“I'll be back shortly, Drake. Make sure that anyone looking for me knows that I'm on official business."

“So…I'm lying to them?"

“I'm the overlord. Everything I do is official business."

He leaped onto the windowsill and then out into the air. As his wings snapped out, the air currents caught him and he started flying over the city. Only a few people got a chance to see him completely nude before his magic summoned his robes, and soon he was off on a proper flight.

The feeling of the wind beneath his wings was yet another reminder of how things were different. Too often, he had to walk or ride along in one of the human vehicles, keeping himself to their pace rather than keeping them to his. It had been too long since he'd had a proper flight, and he resolved to fix that.

Following the police – that was the word – was easy enough. They were loud and they weren't particularly fast through the grid-like layout of the city. He followed them around a great needle-like spire in the middle of their downtown area all the way down to the waterfront. As they stopped, he descended, coming up behind them as they marched towards the front door of a shop.

They were about ready to kick in the door when Draconicon cleared his throat.

“What is the situation, gentlemen?"

Not one of the officers kept their cool. As they all jumped, the black dragon rolled his eyes, walking up to them and checking the door himself. One of them started mumbling something about 'interference in public works', but they knew their place.

A quick glance through the window showed that the shop-owner – a fruit-monger, from the looks of it – was being held from behind by another person. There was no weapon, at least not that he could see, but the shop keeper was definitely being used as a shield.

“Is he a thief?"

“Probably another one of those layabouts. Can't get a job anymore around here, some of them."

“The Dragon Authority has guaranteed jobs everywhere, officer. If someone doesn't want to take them, that is up to them."

“Yeah, but who'd want to do…that?"

Draconicon slowly turned to face the man who'd said it. Pale and getting more so as he was glared at, the officer slowly shrank back. Satisfied that he was properly cowed, Draconicon looked around the rest of them.

“I imagine your idea was to knock down the door and shout at him until he surrendered?"

“Hey, it's procedure."

“With guns out, as well?"

“He's got a hostage!"

“And he's unarmed."

“We don't know that."

This was what the humans had for keeping the peace? In his opinion, it was more than a little pathetic. Perhaps they were in a hurry, or they were having a bad day. Either way, it was a poor reflection on the type of life that they must have on a day to day basis.

He turned, laying his hand on the doorknob, only to have one of the officers speak up again.

“What are you doing? He's just waiting for someone to come through the door now. We have to –"

“I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, human."

“What?"

“Perhaps you are not up to date on the laws, since the Transformation Wars. To interfere with a member of the Dragon Authority is punishable by a year in prison, at minimum, with greater penalties racking up if it is determined that you have done so maliciously, willingly, and at the cost of someone else. Now, due to actually indulging with my newest harem member, I'm in a good mood. Don't make me regret that."

“…Yes sir."

The officers stepped back, and Draconicon shook his head. They were all too ready to interfere when they thought that they had the power, but as soon as it was taken away…

[i]I'll need to do something about that.[/i] But that was for later. For now, he had a situation to pick apart. He opened the door, the jingling of a bell above him announcing his presence.

“Who's there? Don't come any closer!"

The voice was relatively young, perhaps no more than 19 years old. Raspy, though, the sound of a voice coming out of a throat too dry. The dragon cocked his head to the side as he stepped around one of the aisles, coming into easier view.

At first, all he could see was the store owner, a middle-aged man wearing an apron just a bit too big for him, with enough shine in his hair to make his fruit look dull. He was just big enough to hide the 'criminal' behind him without any trouble, Draconicon realized as the culprit poked his head around his fleshy shield.

“Oh shit…"

“I believe that would be an appropriate statement, yes."

“I thought…I heard cops."

“Yes. Your policemen are outside. I believe they were about to burst in with guns."

“Are they crazy? They'd have killed him first…"

“And likely you afterwards."

“Ugh…I just…"

The longer that Draconicon looked at the young man, the more things he noticed. A hungry look in the face, cheeks sunken in. A great deal of recently lost weight, it seemed, as well as a scared, desperate look in the eye. Looking down, he saw that there was something pressed against the shop keeper's back, but it didn't look particularly threatening. Likely, he imagined, it was something that was meant to simulate a weapon rather than actually work as one.

Draconicon took a step forward, and the young man took a step back, pulling his hostage along with him.

“Don't come closer. I'll –"

“If you think you can harm him with the thing in your pocket, I welcome you to try."

“What? What if I have a gun or something?!"

“I am the dragon overlord of this city. If I can't deal with a gun, do you really think I would be here?"

The thief paused just long enough for Draconicon to snap his fingers. Suddenly, everything that the young man was wearing above the waist burst apart, flying away in butterfly form. Pockets, shirt, jacket, everything disappeared in that flurry of color, leaving only a finger pointed against the merchant.

Making another gesture to pull the hostage out of the way with his magic, Draconicon took a step forward and grabbed the thief by his finger. He squeezed; not hard enough to break anything, but sufficiently so that the human wouldn't try and pull away.

“I think that you owe me a name, at this point."

“What do you care?"

“I don't. But I prefer to know who is stupid enough to try threatening someone with nothing, for nothing."

“…Joshua."

“Joshua. So. What exactly were you here for?"

“Food, of course…You think that I wanted anything else?"

“Most would have wanted the currency."

“…why didn't I think of that?"

It was probably for the best that he hadn't, but that was for another time. The door opened as the shop keeper ran out, and before the dragon could react, the police were storming in. One of them pulled out his gun right off the bat, holding it on Joshua as the shirtless young man started trembling.

As the other officers started walking around, making their way towards him and doing everything in their power to look tough and threatening, Draconicon sighed.

“Did any of you stay outside, to talk to the shop keeper and ensure that he was alright?"

Maybe two of the cops – one the complainer from earlier, and another that seemed slightly shocked at the question – reacted at all. The others kept moving forward, one keeping a gun trained on Joshua while the others got behind him. They shoved him down on the counter, keeping him pinned as they started pulling some cuffs out from their belts.

That finally shocked the young man enough to get him talking.

“H-hey, there's nothing taken! I didn't get anything, I don't have a weapon! You can't do this!"

“You think we can't? You just threatened a man; he thought you were going to kill him."

[i]How would you know if you haven't even talked to him?[/i]

“I didn't! I just walked up and told him to give me some fruit!"

“Likely story. Come on, you're going down to the station."

“Hey, wait, isn't that Joshua?"

The dragon turned to the officer holding a gun, nodding his head. The policeman chuckled.

“Oh, look at that. It's your third strike, Joshua. Looks like we'll get to throw you away for a [i]long[/i] time this time."

Draconicon arched an eyebrow. The term 'third strike' meant nothing to him. It sounded fairly out of place, if anything; why would they be talking about a punishment, and the third strike of one in particular?

But it meant something to the young man. He started throwing himself from side to side, almost managing to get one of the officers off of his back before they slammed him down again. He shivered and shook his head.

“Come on, let it go! I didn't do anything that bad! It didn't…I didn't even get…This isn't right! Just give me a warning or something!"

“Just…stop…you're going to the station, and then –"

“Dragon!"

He arched an eyebrow as the young man shouted at him.

“The proper terms would be overlord, or my name. My species is grand, but it is not a title."

“O-overlord, then. Can't you cut a guy some slack? Maybe give me a little mercy here? I just wanted to get something to eat. I didn't have anything for days, and –"

One of the police officers slammed Joshua's head down against the counter, silencing him in one hard bang. Said policeman leaned over, grunting in his ear.

“You think that you can get any sort of mercy? You broke the law, and you're going to pay for it, just like it always goes. That's no different than its ever been."

“No, but perhaps it should be."

The police all froze at that, one by one turning to look at him. Draconicon could already feel the consequences of this lining up; he had been one of those dragons that had let the city council think that they had power, had let them think that they still had the rights that they had back before the war. Before the Dragon Authority.

But seeing things like this…Well, perhaps it was time for a change.

The officer with the gun slowly turned his attention – but not his firearm – completely on the dragon. Draconicon kept his hands at his sides, though a little bit of magic arced from one finger to another. The human cleared his throat.

“What are you saying, [i]sir[/i]?"

“I'm saying that I will be changing things. Starting with taking this man into my custody."

“Yeah, yeah, you heard him. Let me go and –"

“Shut up!"

Even as the man pulled Joshua's head back to slam him down again, the dragon flicked his fingers. The policeman went flying back against the wall, rising up it until his head bumped the ceiling. He didn't even have to exert himself that much to do it.

Click click click.

“You are all very, very eager to use those things, aren't you?"

“Put him down!"

“Do you think –"

“It's against the law to attack a police officer."

“The law?"

Draconicon slowly turned his head, his eyes going from one officer to another as they kept their weapons pointed at him. Each time he looked into a new set of eyes, they started shaking, until he had gone in a full circle.

“Your laws, 'officers', were demolished the moment that my kind won the war. I have allowed you, in the Soaring Sound, to live under the illusion that you still had your rights. As long as it didn't affect my daily life, as long as it hasn't inconvenienced me more than a little, I was content to let you believe whatever lies you wished.

“But you have forgotten, haven't you? Forgotten the power of a dragon's magic. Forgotten the power that you are challenging. Forgotten the very reason that we won the war.

“Because we are stronger, smarter, and [i]better[/i] than you."

It didn't even take a flick of his finger, this time. Draconicon lashed out with a burst of raw magical energy, letting it shoot out of his body like a shockwave. All five officers went flying backwards, hitting the walls and falling down them. Two remained conscious from the wave, but a quick wave of his hands put them to sleep as well.

“Consider yourselves lucky that I don't turn you into the pigs you emulate…"

“Uh…what…what just happened?"

[i]Yes. Him.[/i]

Draconicon sighed as he walked up to the restrained Joshua, reaching down and slowly undoing his restraints. They came apart with a simple spell, rusting the metal away until there was nothing left but dust.

“What just happened is the beginning of a storm of arguments for me. I just hope that you are worth going through this."

“Well, uh, I'm sure that you'll find me worth anything, Mr. Overlord."

“…Call me Draconicon. I will find a better title for you, soon."

#

After paying off the shop keeper – a surprisingly simple thing, considering how much damage was done in the store – Draconicon commandeered one of the police vehicles to make his way back to his palace. Joshua turned out to be a surprisingly effective driver, weaving his way around, and knowing some routes that he imagined not all people did.

However, news traveled quickly. As soon as they pulled up to the front doors of his palace, several officials had gathered outside. Draconicon sighed to himself, rubbing his forehead, as Joshua quickly locked the door in his side and slunk down out of sight.

“So, uh, Draconicon…what exactly do you want me to do?"

“Keys."

The young man handed them over surprisingly quickly. Draconicon then wove a quick spell, melting the metal of the steering wheel and the shaft it was attached to.

“Don't go running off."

“HEY!"

Leaving his new charge in the car, Draconicon stepped out and walked around to the city officials. He recognized few of them, but the mayor and the police commissioner – if he had the term right – were at the front of the group. He shook his head as he walked over.

“If you have complaints, this is not the time."

“Ah, but great Overlord, such things must be addressed, or the citizens will start to panic."

“Really? I did not notice any panic over my actions."

“Well, they were hiding it, as is their way around someone so obviously magnificent as you. After all –"

“Cut the crap, mayor. Look, Draconicon, you can't go getting in the way of my men. That's against the rules!"

Draconicon arched an eyebrow, and the mayor immediately took a step back. The smarter of the two, in his opinion. The police commissioner, on the other hand, seemed to get angrier, and stepped forward to stab a finger against his chest.

“I don't know what you were thinking in that lizard brain of yours, but we have rights, you know? And some of those rights include taking care of our own laws. You told us –"

“Commissioner. I will give you five seconds to think about what you're shouting at me. I suggest –"

“Don't you start talking down to me! You might be the overlord, but I've been the commissioner here for twenty years now. I know how these things work, you just think you do. So get out of the way and hand that thief over. And be thankful I'm not pressing charges for injuring my officers."

“No."

“Excuse me? I said – ugh!"

Not many things would stop a person in full umbrage, but a scaly fist around their throat was one of them. Draconicon lifted the commissioner up and out of the way, carrying him across the small plaza in front of his palace, before tossing him into a fountain. Leaving the commissioner to swim around inside of the water, he turned to the mayor and the assemblage that had gathered around him.

“Let me be clear about this. My kind conquered your world. What rights you have are the rights that we decided to give you. And seeing you and yours in action, it is clear that you have abused your rights as much as you have enjoyed them.

“Starting tomorrow, I will write out what you have left to enjoy. Tomorrow, your city will be ruled by new laws and protections. You will work to earn back the things that you have abused. I will not see my subjects treating each other the way that I saw your 'officers' treating the young man in the car. From now on, you will earn your rights so that you actually understand them."

“But, surely, overlord, you can't –"

“Mayor. Stop talking before you have a similar incident to the commissioner."

He was right. The mayor was the smarter one, as he shut up and immediately started work to break the crowd, sending them home. As that happened, the dragon walked back to the car and unlocked it, holding out his hand.

“Come with me."

#

“You…you weren't kidding about the harem, were you?"

“I see no reason why I should be. Is it that shocking?"

“Um, yeah, pretty much, yeah."

Draconicon smiled as he watched Joshua and Drake getting to know each other. The white dragon was blushing a bit at his enforced nudity in front of a stranger, but he was still showing off. Of course, it was helped by the fact that there was no hiding that thick dragon cock, and the rings kept him from really positioning himself in a modest fashion.

He cast off his robe, throwing it over his private throne as he watched the expression on Joshua's face. It was almost comedic, in a way; he was obviously shocked, but there was a part of him – whether in fantasy or reality – that was curious about it. He was starting to wonder if humans indulged themselves at all with anything beyond the most ordinary sex acts; no wonder some of them were so repressed.

“Joshua."

“Yeah – whoa, whoa. Could, uh…maybe…"

“I am not about to cover up. After what I just went through, I need a fair bit of stress relief."

“Um, right. So, I should leave, then, right?"

“No. I did say that I hoped you'd be worth the cost of saving you. This is where we find out."

“…You've gotta be shitting me."

“Actually, that's one of the few things that Master is not into."

“Mas – oh, fuck, that's gonna to be the title I'm going to use, isn't it?"

“Probably."

Draconicon smiled as Joshua groaned into his hand. He spread his legs a bit, letting his slowly-rising cock be seen a little more clearly. The slow-spreading blush on the human's face didn't go unnoticed, either.

“I saved you from the old world. But your price for that is that you must join me in my world."

“And that 'new world' is as your slut?"

“Harem member. I can assure you that while Drake will occasionally act like a slut –"

“Master…"

“He is hardly a full-time slut. He merely helps me with my needs, and I make sure that he enjoys it as much as he possibly can."

“…That true, Drake?"

“Pretty much. He's got a [i]lot[/i] of needs, but I do get a lot of free time. Plus all the Dragon Warrior cards and games as I want."

“You play that? Man, I haven't touched it in ages…"

“Hey, I could always use a partner. It's a good way to pass the time, let me tell you."

[i]Wonderful. Bonding.[/i] He wasn't sure if he was feeling sarcastic about that or not, admittedly, but it was still good to see.

“So, Joshua. I assume you're willing?"

“Just…two questions, first."

“Ask away."

“Is it going to be a problem that I'm not gay?"

“Normally, yes, as you will be swallowing this –" He gestured at his cock. “– and getting it shoved up your rump regularly. However, the transformation process will ensure that you are in the mood for it, and will make sure that you're not offended."

“…Transformation process?"

Draconicon nodded, and the young man groaned, rubbing his head.

“So many questions…"

“It happens. But you had two; what is the second?"

“What's the pay?"

“One thousand of your dollars per month as allowance, with food, drink, board, and general amenities taken care of."

He wished he could have taken a picture of the human's face at that moment. Joshua's jaw dropped almost as fast as he dropped to his knees.

“Deal. Make me part of the harem."

“That was quick."

“It's a hundred times better deal than I'll get anywhere else. Give it to me."

[i]Well…not quite the reasoning I expected, but I'll take it.[/i] Waving the human closer, he pulled the skinny guy between his legs and then shoved his face down. The feeling of a soft nose against his balls, sucking in his scent, pushed his cock the rest of the way towards an erection, and soon it was dribbling pre down on the human's head.

“That's it. Just take in the scent, and let your mind drift off."

“But…not…"

“You'll like it, soon."

Unlike Drake, who'd fought it out of stubbornness, Joshua seemed to steel himself and deliberately take one breath after another, sucking in the musk. He could feel the shudders going through the human's body, spreading from his head all the way down to his toes.

He kept him there for a few minutes, feeling for that moment when the musk had completely taken away the human's mind. As the limpness spread from muscle to muscle, he counted down the seconds that it usually took, and then added another five just in case.

When he finally nudged Joshua back, the young man hit the floor with a soft thud, his eyes completely glazed over and his mouth open in a stupid grin.

“Gets them every time."

“Then…why did you use your feet on me, Master?"

“You had a bigger fascination with them. He wasn't going to go for it so well, so I just did the stronger stuff."

“Ah."

The dragon smiled as he stood up, his cock throbbing as he reached deep for the transformation magic. It was a simple enough spell, but it required a fair bit of power, and for the person being affected to be fairly…out of it. Logical thought could interfere with the complex spell. Not stop it, but interfere, as the Malformed could attest to.

[i]Let's hope that never happens again,[/i] he thought as he released two spells in tandem. The first stripped Joshua of all his clothes, revealing a surprisingly long cock between his legs and a pair of feet that had seen better days. Draconicon shook his head a few times.

“We'll be fixing those."

“What will he become, do you think?"

“I'm going for…a mouse, this time. Yes, a mouse."

The second spell, the transformation one, hit the human with a hard jolt. Immediately, white fur began to sprout all over his body, pushing out of tanned flesh and soon covering it completely. It started spreading up his neck and down his legs, going all over the place.

As it spread, Joshua's body started to shrink. While the human had been about 5'8", maybe even 5'9", he was quickly losing inches. One, two, three slipped off in seconds, and the rest continued to be shaved off as the fur continued to grow in. It didn't take long before he was barely a few inches above five feet, where the shrinking finally seemed to stop.

Draconicon guided the spell, shaping the body of his newest harem member. A flowing motion of his hands made Joshua's hips flare, his rump getting bigger, wider. It bubbled outwards, pushing him a little bit off of the floor, and he chuckled at the rather pear-shaped body that the young man was getting.

“What do you think, Drake? A bouncy rump, or a harder one?"

“I think bouncy would be better; with how hard you fuck, he's going to want the cushion."

“I was thinking the exact same."

“Thank you, Master."

He turned the transitioning mouse onto his side, keeping the magic flowing. As that big, round butt got bigger and bigger, it looked softer and softer. The flesh slid about, grinding against itself from the sheer size, and the weight made it bounce and jiggle as he nudged it with his tail. He could already imagine it bouncing and shaking when he started fucking it, and he smiled as he reached for his cock.

“Allow me, Master."

“Heh, good boy, Drake."

With the white dragon's mouth wrapped around his cock, slowly sucking him off as the transformation continued, Draconicon couldn't help but exaggerate the mouse's various features. His feet, shifting from a light tan to a pale pink, grew longer and longer until they were completely out of proportion to his legs. They were huge, and a little tweak to the biology left the undersides damp immediately, starting to sweat out a natural 'lube' for the dragon to use in the future.

Between the mouse's ass cheeks – which he could easily see as his tail forced them apart – the mouse's hole twitched. It was tiny, for now, but a little magic tweaked the transformation. It puffed up, getting wider, more visible. It opened slowly, the transformation taking it from a tight little asshole to a wide, gaping cunt. He felt his cock throb all the harder as he imagined using it, feeling it stretch even further around him.

He let Joshua flop back onto his back, watching as the humanoid shaft was pulled into a sheath, wrapped up in a tight, fleshy tube. The bulk that filled it gradually shrank away, making it look tinier and tinier, and he smiled as he pressed down on it with one foot.

[i]Four inches, maybe even three,[/i] he thought as he measured it with his sole. The mouse would be very tiny, indeed…but he would have other hungers.

His cock throbbing on the verge of orgasm with the white dragon's tongue flicking over the underside, Draconicon pushed the transformation to finish quickly. With big ears forming, a tail sliding free, and a little twitching muzzle pushing out of the mouse's face, he brought his magic down on Joshua's mind.

Transformation was a tricky thing to work with on the mental stage, but he knew what he was looking for. Just one detail to change, and that would fix the rest. It was easy to find the human's sexual orientation, and he smiled as he realized that there were already a few switches that tweaked him towards the bisexual side of things. He just needed to push it a little further.

As he pulled himself out of the mouse's mind, he sat down, groaning to himself as his cock throbbed hard.

“Close…so close…"

“Do you want –"

“Don't talk. Just suck!"

Drake nodded, going back down. It only took two more pumps of his servant's head to push him over the edge, and Draconicon came hard. He let Drake swallow the first two shots, and then pulled his head back and forced the rest of it to land all over his face. Panting hard, he slumped back.

“Oh, heavens, I needed that…"

“What…am I?"

Joshua's voice, but with a bit of a squeak, now. Draconicon smiled as he looked down, seeing the mouse pulling himself to his feet. He was blushing, and pretty hard to see it through the fur, as he reached around and touched himself, feeling himself up.

As he started fondling his ass, the mouse groaned.

“Did you have to make it so big?"

“Trust me, you'll need it when Master starts fucking you."

“Why?"

“He gets…energetic."

“Well…why don't you show me, huh?"

[i]Already eager. Perfect,[/i] he thought as his cock started rising up. He waved the mouse forward, just as eager to see what he could do…

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]