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For a time, the dragon was content with his new harem boy. The otter was a quick learner, and his foot fetish remained on par with that of the dragon's throughout the transformation process. More than that, he was able to learn more about the dragon's kinks and fetishes as time went on.

A few weeks passed, and with each few days, the otter boy learned more and more about the ways of pleasuring his master. As he learned at the feet of the dragon, he taught others that slowly trickled into the harem. A few more boys that the dragon grabbed from the ruins of Europe, as well as a single boy from the continent of Australia, began adding a bit of bulk to the harem, and provided the dragon with a great deal of entertainment when he was not seated on his throne, calling out edicts to the world.

However, on the fifteenth day after he had acquired his otter boy, an assassin made his way into the quarters of the dragon's harem. Before he was caught, the assassin managed to dispatch two of the dragon's new bed mates, including the one from Australia. Both died quickly of wounds to the neck and heart, respectively. Captured and disarmed by the dragon as he was about to deliver a killing blow to Jake, the assassin was delivered to the dungeons of the dragon's palace, and questioned.

It turned out that the assassin had been hired in the lower regions of the former nation of Brazil, and had been paid nearly forty thousand drakes, the new world currency, to kill whoever he could in the dragon's citadel. If he had succeeded, he would have been paid another forty thousand, and given a new identity, as well as transportation to a new region of the world.

As soon as he learned of this, Draconicon laid plans to get revenge on the people that had targeted him so intimately. However, first, he had to ensure the safety of his servants and of his harem. A harem was useless if it was empty, and he could not stay and guard it at all times, as the assassin had proved.

What he needed was a cadre of guards.

What he needed more was a being to lead those guards, and keep them in line.

For that, Draconicon believed that there was a uniquely qualified individual, just a few hundred miles away, in California.

~~~

Draconicon's wings were a little rusty from his lack of using them, and each time he flew under his own power, rather than teleporting to and from a location, that fact slapped him right in the face. A hundred miles or less was no problem for them, and indeed, if he didn't fly that much, he would be a little bit cranky and sore at the end of the day.

However, the few hundred miles that separated his palace from the specific human he was seeking was more than enough to start making his wings burn with tiredness. She lived all the way in San Francisco, and as he didn't wish to advertise his magical abilities more than necessary, the flight eventually was deemed...necessary. Necessary, though far, far from pleasant.

As he reached the outer limits of one of the more famous Californian cities, Draconicon made his landing, and used his magic to pull a small disguise over himself. More because of his status than despite it, he needed to go about this in an unrecognized fashion. He might have had a lot of support here in California, and most particularly in San Francisco, but the dragon wasn't about to risk his harem on anything.

As his magic worked its effects, his shape shifted from seven feet to a mere five feet and ten inches, the average attire of jeans, tennis shoes, and a clean shirt covering his frame. He grew hair for the first time in his life, short, over his forehead but no longer, covering his pale brow with dark brown, nearly black hair. His eyes shifted from their white emptiness to a hazel color, complete with standard human pupil.

The rest of his body soon followed, pale skin replacing black scales. Nothing went unchanged, save for his mind and his endowments below the waist. The look was different, but his body retained the same sort of presence; commanding, strong, and with a bit of mischief in his eyes.

San Francisco splayed out below him, and he couldn't help but smile at the way that it looked. A great city of the humans, and within was a perfect specimen to be the guard captain for his harem.

California would have been a perfect place to look for somebody, even if he didn't already have an idea of who to hire. There may have been places that bred better muscle, or places that gave their inhabitants better understandings of politics, but nowhere else on this continent were there a people so in tune with their intuition. In a former state where earthquakes and fires appeared out of nowhere, without the slightest warning, people had to be like that simply to make sure that they survived.

But that was all unnecessary to remember for the moment. There was already someone in the city that fit the bill. He'd met her a while back, on the former internet that the humans had used to communicate with people. Trouble had been her middle name, literally, and she would be perfect for the post.

With a few modifications, of course.

So disguised, the dragon slowly made his way down into the city of San Francisco. Almost at once, he was forced to use his magic in subtle ways to keep the urchins of the street away from his pockets. Not that there was anything to lose to them there, of course, but there was always the chance that one of the urchins had an affinity for the supernatural. There had been a few in the war back then, and they, rather than all of the generals, were the ones that had worried him.

Those with an affinity for magic had the capability of learning it, simply from watching another use magic. More than that, if they were close enough to an illusion he made, they could see right through it. He could handle a single urchin around here that might see through his illusion, but if someone higher up noticed it, and if they screamed, it could break his concentration enough to reveal himself to the humans.

Despite the popularity he enjoyed down here, he didn't want to risk that in the least.

As he passed through the city limits and walked into the more populated parts of San Francisco, he began to notice a few things that hadn't been visible from the hills he'd looked at it from. There were many cars placed out on the streets with ‘For Sale' signs on them. The buildings were looking more run down than they had before. The streets even had pot-holes and trash. It almost seemed as if the city officials weren't even bothering to have the cleaning machines going through the city anymore.

"I wonder if the governor here is skimming on the funds," he muttered to himself, even his voice changed to one more suited to a human, changed to the one that he'd used when he had disguised himself before the war. He shook his head as he waited at one of the few busy intersections. "Embezzling is not something I would put past him. I'll have to have a talk with him before I head back home."

"Spencer?" someone said from behind him.

The dragon felt a smile grow on his face at the sound of the voice. It was going to be easier than he thought. "Maybe it is...would that be the voice of my favorite feline, Trouble?" he asked as he turned around. Sure enough, there was his friend, smiling at him.

She wasn't really a feline of course, nor was her name really Trouble. She was a human, like all the others around the two of them, and Trouble had been the name she'd assumed online, as well as a feline persona. Of all the people that he had met, the people that had been among her group, the ones that believed themselves to have a part of them that wasn't human, were the ones that he got along best with. They were able to understand the existence of other beings easier than other humans were able to, and they were the ones that had greeted him the most enthusiastically.

She was saying something as he remembered this, but he was a little too busy to pay attention to that. His eyes were flicking up and down her body, taking in her looks, and her musculature. She had a nice bust, though not overdone, which he approved of. Her kind, happy face, as well as her hourglass figure, was quite attractive as well. She looked just as she had when he'd first exchanged pictures with her. More than that, she looked a little more muscled as well, which was a good thing. He could give her more muscles, when he changed her, but the fact that she already had some muscles would make things a lot easier, as head harem guard.

"-good to see you here!" she said, breaking his little reverie.

The disguised dragon shook his head a little bit at the words, and let himself blush. "Sorry about that. I got a little distracted. I forgot how pretty you are."

~~~

Rose smiled at her friend, and chuckled at his blush. "You weren't so embarrassed online when I was showing myself to you, and when you showed yourself to me," she said, shaking her head. "What brings you down here to San Francisco? I never thought you'd come all the way down here from Washington, after all the stuff you said about money trouble."

She smiled to herself, shaking her head a little. It really was a great surprise. The walk to work each day, which was what she had been doing, was a dreary stretch of time at best. There was never anything different, and the only excitement happened when some thief tried to steal her money. Of course, they never really succeeded. She carried a brick in a second shoulder bag, and she found out a while back that it made a great thrown weapon. Anybody trying to steal her purse soon found out how good she was with it.

But still, that didn't match up with finding a friend as good as Spencer had been! When the internet had still been around, they had talked most days, and he had introduced her into quite a few fun things. She had thought she knew about a lot of little perversities, being part of the furry community, but he had brought a few more things to her. Not only had he introduced them to her, but had gotten her hooked on them, so much that she had wanted to experience them with him in person sometime.

As she looked at Spencer, she wondered if perhaps that was why he was down here. Maybe he had come down here to finally do that, since it was safe to travel, now that the dragon had cleared most of the criminals from the roads?

"Oh, I thought I'd start traveling, find a few of the friends that I talked to over the internet, since I can't really use that anymore, can I?" he said, chuckling a bit. "I already found a friend I had over in England, so I thought I'd come down here to see you next."

"Oh, got assigned second fiddle, did I?" she asked, chuckling and shaking her head. "I suppose I should be happy for that much, considering how many pets you had among the community. Well, I gotta go to work for now, but what do you say to staying at my place for a while? The roommates moved out a long time ago, and I've got the place to myself now."

She gestured back down the street, pointing to an apartment building. It was in a little better shape than the other buildings around it, probably because of the locks one could see on the windows, and guess were on the doors. "It's not much, but it's home. More than that, it's mine," Rose said. "So, if you want, we can go back there, and I'll let you in until I get back from work," she suggested, looking back at Spencer's face to see his reaction.

He was just staring at her. His eyes were intent, far more intent than those times she'd seen him on webcam. "What's the matter? Somethi-something...o....on....me..." she tried to ask, her voice drifting off as she looked into those eyes.

Those eyes. They looked so strange, now that she was staring directly at them. They glowed, almost, in ways that only seemed to happen in stories. They fascinated Rose, and she looked deeper into them. She looked into them, and wondered just what lay behind them. Spencer wasn't the same as before. If anything, he was better, and she wanted to know more about this new form.

"Why don't we just go back to your place now, Rose?" he said, and she thought it was a great idea. There wasn't a single thing happening at work today that she was needed with, no matter what her boss might think. Besides, hanging out with a friend she had thought was dead was a better pastime than going to work anyway.

"Sure, why not?" she said. Her voice sounded flatter, different, but she didn't care. It wasn't like it changed what she was saying at all. Turning around and facing her place, she led the way back home.

She walked blankly, her steps a little shaky, almost like the steps of a drunk at times. Still, she was quick to get to her house, and that was all that seemed to matter to her now. Unlocking the door, she gestured for Spencer to step inside, and as soon as he had, she did as well.

After she shut the door, she blinked, and looked at her friend. "Um...okay, that was weird," Rose said, shaking her head in an attempt to clear it. It didn't work. "How did I get from the crosswalk at the intersection back home? And why did I bring you with me?"

She blinked a few more times before sitting on the couch near the front door, suddenly needing something under her to keep from falling over. "I need...I thought...was there something I needed to do?" she asked, looking up at her friend.

"Just to listen to me, Rose, or Trouble, whichever you'd prefer to be called," Spencer said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Trouble...Trouble seems to fit better now, for some reason," Rose said with a smile on her face. "After all, I know you as Draconicon, don't I? Would you prefer that name, considering you're with a fellow fur?"

He laughed, his voice deeper than it had been just a moment ago. "You don't know how much more appropriate that name would be at the moment, though you will understand in a minute," he said. Gesturing at her, Rose suddenly felt her arms and legs get heavier, her whole body so heavy that she could barely move it. "Don't worry, that's just temporary. I don't want you to panic with what's about to happen."

She blinked lightly, and cocked her head to the side. "Drac, unless you're a rapist, I don't think that there's anything you could do that would surprise me...though this sudden heaviness does kind of make me wonder..." she muttered, looking at her limbs and trying to lift them again.

They didn't even twitch.

Starting to freak out a little bit, Rose looked back up at her friend. "What...what did you do to my arms? Some kind of hypnosis?"

"Nothing so crude, Trouble," he said with a smile, shaking his head. "But I would prepare yourself for something that I doubt you could have possibly expected."

~~~

The dragon chuckled softly to himself, remembering his internet pseudonym. It was rather closer to his family name, and it was his first name, yet it had just been a single name that all the others around him had accepted readily. Draconicon Nocinocard...two names that were completely strange to the human tongue, but rolled off quite easily for a dragon.

He sat down in a chair across from the human woman, and pulled off his shoes. There were no socks on underneath, and it allowed his human form to build up a great deal of sweat and musk along his feet. They left almost wet marks on the carpet of the apartment, and the smell began to drift through the air, much to the apparent surprise of his friend. Her nose immediately flared, and she stared at his feet in a way that forced a grin from his face.

"So, your foot fetish was never feigned over the internet, huh?" he asked, looking at her muscles tense in an attempt to get off of the couch. From the way she whimpered a little, he could tell that it was a good thing he'd laid that spell over her. The tantalizing rewards he would offer her for service would be much more effective this way.

"N-n-no...never feigned," she muttered as she stared down at his feet. He lifted one, letting her see some of the sweaty droplets that had formed on his arch, and between his toes. "Oh, lord...that's sexy," she whispered.

"Yes, I suppose it is," he said a little bit, looking at his foot and smiling as he rubbed it with a finger. He leaned down and sniffed at his foot, and smiled at the musky scent that filled his nose. As much as he loved feet, he had learned to appreciate his own as well, despite how odd that could be at times. Magic could cause all sorts of awkward instances. Shaking his head as he dispelled the thought of a very bad cloning attempt a few years back, he said, "You remember when we talked about having some mutual foot fun, how much that you liked that thought?"

She nodded a few times. "Yes, I remember that...is that why you're here, then?" She seemed to perk up at that thought, and pulled more on the invisible bonds holding her to the chair. She still couldn't get free, but that wasn't stopping her from trying.

In fact, looking at her, he wondered if the restraints were adding to the arousal the foot stuff had started. He sniffed lightly a few times, and chuckled as he caught the smell of her arousal. It was steadily growing. Now why would...ah, yes, the bondage thoughts she had mentioned in their talks. That would be adding quite a bit for her, indeed. "Seems like being stuck there is getting you excited, Trouble," he said with a smile.

He knew that he was right. He could smell her arousal growing simply from saying those words. Her eyes remained almost completely glued to his feet, and when she managed to jerk her eyes from it, she stared at his groin. He wondered just how well she remembered what he had there, when he'd exposed himself before...

Well, there was only one way to find out.

Standing up, he walked around the couch a few times, watching the human female follow him with her eyes. She couldn't seem to look away from him, as if enchanted. Her stares started to lose focus, however, as he continued circling her. The worry began to fill her eyes again, and she started looking at him with fear. "Spencer...really, what are you doing? What are you here for?"

He remained silent for a little while longer, until he stopped his pacing. He stood right in front of her, his feet planted in the space between hers. With Trouble completely still, his groin was almost at the level of her face. "You did say that you wanted to have some play between us sometime, my friend," he said, releasing the grip he held on the disguise spell, letting it dissipate. "What better time than now?" He grinned at her, feeling his skin already begin to change back to scales. The transformation started at his forehead.

The skin of his forehead peeled off, aided by a few scratches from his fingernails. There was the slightest trace of blood before his true flesh appeared. Black, shiny, and smoother than any skin could possibly be, his scales began to spread from the center of his forehead. Slowly, they spread down over his face and over the dome of his scalp. Each place it touched instantly lost the slightest semblance of humanity. The hair on his head fell off as if struck dead as the scales slid over their illusionary roots, while his slight mustache soon fell off as the scales took their place.

"What-what the hell?!" Trouble yelled as he continued to change. His face stretched out, his snout coming back. His teeth sharpened, growing longer and appearing as a crocodile's would for a few seconds. As the snout's true shape pushed itself out from his face, it covered the teeth, providing a far smoother look to his face. He rubbed his chin and jawline with his fingers, and smiled.

"This is what it should be, yes," the dragon muttered to himself. The touch to his chin allowed the scales to spread from his fingertips as well, and he grinned at them as he watched. The nails lengthened quickly, hardening to the strength of diamond or more. Darkening to nearly the tint of his scales, they soon looked little different than his fingers. The only differences were the thinner width and the much sharpened point at the end.

As the scales spread down his neck and over his hands, muscles followed. They were not the broad, bulgy muscles of a bodybuilder, but rather the leaner, more cord-like muscles of a swimmer. Nevertheless, there were enough of them to be seen under his clothes. His shirt sleeves bulged out as he made slight movements, and his shoulders came very close to breaking the shirt in two.

"Seriously, Spencer, you're freaking me out here," Trouble said, bringing his attention back to the bound female. He smiled at her, exposing a few teeth intentionally. "What are you?"

"Isn't it obvious, my friend?" he asked, using his new claws to rip his shirt clear off. The scales had spread over his chest, and were even now covering his belly. The slight flab that had been there cleared up, replaced by a perfect six pack. The muscles continued, thickening his body slightly, but still leaving him lean enough to not look too heavy-set. "I'm the ruler of the world."

~~~

Ruler of the world?! Trouble shook her head back and forth, denying the impossible idea. Her friend...he couldn't be the dragon who had conquered the world. That stuff just wasn't possible. She would have known if he had been this way, when she had talked to him.

"No, you wouldn't have, Trouble," he said, breaking her thoughts. Her head jerked up in shock.

"You wouldn't have known at all, little Trouble," Spencer, the dragon, whoever he was, said. He shifted his shoulders lightly, two cracks and countless little snaps announcing the arrival of his wings. They flared over his back, the leathery wings making him look all the more terrifying. If she hadn't been bound tightly to the couch by who knew what, she would have been out the door in seconds.

"You couldn't have known. Nobody that I talked to knew who I was. I disguised my true form in the same way that I did out on the street, through illusion," he said, walking closer and closer to her. Her face, formerly only a few inches from the crotch of his pants, now was less than an inch from it, and she had no more room to back her head up. "I thought that you would be one that would be happy to see me like this, the true me. After all, you were the biggest fan of dragons that I had ever seen. Or was that a lie, the same as my lies about my appearance?"

She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. The formerly familiar eyes of the human she had thought she knew were gone, replaced by the white, blank eyes of an equally familiar dragon. This dragon...she never realized it before, since she'd never seen the news about the dragon when it was allowed...but they were the same eyes as her friend's online persona.

Her eyes roamed over the rest of his body. Each detail matched up exactly, from the pitch black scales, to the leathery wings, to the leanly muscled body...everything was completely the same as she remembered him. "You...You found a way to become a dragon?" she asked, her mouth twitching in the beginnings of a smile.

"I always was a dragon, Trouble," he said, his pants starting to bulge out in all areas as the scales continued their progress over his body. Everything was much thicker, including the bulge in the front of his pants. Her eyes went back to it, tracing its length as the dragon kept speaking.

"I simply hid it until it was time for me to completely take over the world."

She barely heard him as her eyes continued tracing his bulge. From what she could see, it was a full foot long, and thicker than anything she'd ever seen on another human. She moaned softly, and leaned forward a bit, pressing her cheek against the side of his member, nuzzling it through his pants.

"Ah, so you really did have a fetish for dragons, didn't you?" he asked, his voice almost holding a bit of a laugh to it.

"No," she whispered, looking up at him. "I had a fetish for you...you and that...that tongue...that dick...and those-"

RRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPP!

She blinked at that sound, and looked downwards in surprise. The ripping sound had been his shoes disintegrating from the growth of his feet, apparently, because all that covered his feet were the slick black scales she remembered from so many RPs. Her mouth slid open just enough to let a little drool out at the sight, and she looked back up with a smile. "Need I say more?"

He laughed, and she laughed with him, even as the dragon's pants split open from the growth of his tail. The scaled fifth limb slid out behind him, twitching almost like a cat's tail until it steadied itself, laying the tip over his shoulder. Not that she noticed it too much, now that his member was completely exposed to her. The tip glistened with pre, and she smiled at it. Of course, she was a little cross-eyed staring at the tip, since it was laying over her face. The tip was actually laying on her nose, and she could smell his potent musk.

She sniffed hard at it, and groaned softly at the smell. It was both salty and a little sweet, with the smell of sweat and arousal together around it. Rather than the repulsive effect it usually had on her from other males, this one only increased her already surging arousal. It had been dampened by fear a moment ago, but now it roared back in full force. Her crotch dampened with her juices, and she blushed a little.

"No need to be embarrassed, little one," the dragon said, making her smile a little at the title. "This musk makes everyone aroused...with you, though, the effects could be a little more..." he paused, lifting a foot and stroking a toe over her slickened clothes, drawing a moan from her. "Potent."

That toe felt so good that she almost closed her eyes from the excitement it generated in her. Almost. She just couldn't bring herself to stop looking at the magnificent specimen of maleness before her. She smiled at the cock across her face, and then forced herself to look up into the dragon's eyes. No matter what his form, he was still the friend that she had gained over the internet, and she was happy to have been trusted with this, his real, true form.

"I can...I can see that...it's so...potent...so good..." she muttered softly, panting uncontrollably, no matter how much she tried to make her voice more even. She closed her eyes, and forced herself to take a slow, deep breath before looking up at the dragon again. "But why...why did you come here? What did you...did you want with me?" she asked.

He smiled at her, and flicked his toes against her pussy again, this time catching her clit in a way that made her shiver all over. She closed her eyes unintentionally, but forced them back open as the dragon spoke. "I needed to find someone for a certain job, one that requires a great deal of creativity and a great deal of power, as well as a massive joy for sex," the dragon said, slowly stepping back from her, his member leaving a drooling trail of pre over her face as it slid down as well. "I thought of several people, but you were the first one to come to the top. You would not abuse this trust, and though I would love to have you in the group that needs protecting, you would be better suited outside of it, guarding it."

She grinned to herself, her smile wide even though it seemed that this male wasn't here for sex. "So, you thought of me, little old Rose, for a position in the government? I'm flattered," she said, looking at the dragon's penis, which was only about an inch from her mouth. She could tell it was quivering with pleasure each time she so much as breathed through her mouth. "What kind of job were you hoping I'd do?"

"Not so much hoping as demanding, little one. You may have heard of the attacks on my palace about a week ago?" he asked, his head tilting to the side, one of his large hands coming up and grasping his shaft.

"I might have," she said, shrugging her shoulders as she looked back at his penis. A pearly drop of pre emerged from his urethra, and it looked so delicious to her. "I don't know why anyone would do that, but there are always some crazy people in the world, aren't there?" she added. She had to fight to keep her tongue in her mouth. Online, he'd always described his pre as fruity with a bit of spice to it. Was that how it would taste here?

Almost as if he'd read her mind, he pressed the tip of his member against her lips. With the source of her desire this close, she couldn't help but start licking at it. She moaned softly, amazed at the size, and astounded by the taste. It was just like-

"Apples and spice, yes, I already mentioned that to you before," he said with a chuckle in his voice. He stroked the back of her head as he continued. "The people that attacked my palace were there for one reason and one reason only. They were trying to kill off the people in my harem, to show the world that I am not as powerful as I seem to be. I was able to stop them, but they killed two of my boys there."

"Boys?" she asked, pulling back just a little bit from his member to speak. "Why boys? I would have thought you'd have both," she said with a chuckle before going back to her ministrations. Her tongue flicked gently under the head of his member, licking it ever so gently before continuing down the underside of his dick, crisscrossing his urethral bulge.

"Give me a break," he muttered, a small pant of excitement slipping from him as she slid back over his dick. She smiled at the small sign of his arousal, and started pulling more of his dick into her mouth, sliding about halfway down before she was stopped. "I've only had...oooh...a couple of months...since I started collecting...them..."

She didn't answer, mostly because of the penis in her mouth. Her lips pressed against the hard, scaly dick, giving as much pressure and pleasure as she possibly could. "Mmmmm," she moaned softly at the taste that filled her mouth as his excitement began to mount. The pre flowed faster, harder, quicker into her mouth, and she swallowed each drop that slid over her tongue.

~~~

Draconicon looked down at the female sucking his cock. She was really quite entranced, either by the taste or by the concept of sucking off a dragon. Perhaps both. He chuckled a little to himself, and slowly pushed her off of his member. A small bob of his penis left a streak of slick, clear pre over her cheek, and he had to keep her from reaching up and licking it off.

"Anyway, I came here because I need a guard captain for my harem. Guards are easy to get, but someone who is able to keep them in line...well, that's a little harder," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. He looked down at her, and used the tip of his tail to direct her attention away from his dick and back to his face. "I was thinking that I might need to add to your libido, but I'm starting to wonder if I need to lessen it..."

"No!" Rose shouted, trying to push herself upwards. All she really succeeded in was moving up about half an inch before the magical restraints kicked in, but that still was respectable. "I like this...I want to keep feeling like this."

"Well..." he considered. "So long as you can keep up your duties back at the palace, guarding the harem boys, pleasuring them and me when we desire it, and making sure that none of the guards slack off or feel unappreciated...I suppose that you can keep this level of libido."

Her look of happiness was enough gratitude for him, and he chuckled again. "Glad you like the thought of it so much. Now, just one more thing to do before we head back to the palace..."

"What...what do you still need to do?" she asked, looking from his dick to his feet to his face, curious. "More sex, or something else?"

He chuckled a little bit, and pointed a finger at the woman. His claw glowed for a moment, a green light flickering on the tip of a talon before shooting out and hitting the female on the forehead. "Just a few little changes that would make your job easier," he said. "After all, a human in my palace would stick out like a sore thumb, so I need to fix that before you get there."

As the green light disappeared into the human's forehead, her clothes began to fade. The blouse, the pants, the underwear, her socks, and even her bra simply started to fade like Wonderland's special cat. He allowed her neck the freedom of movement to look down, and laughed at the shock that crossed over her face. "No clothes are allowed back at home, either."

He barely finished speaking before the clothes disappeared completely. They weren't just transparent, but completely gone. Between her breasts, one could already see another change beginning. Fur, thin, light brown fur was growing from between them, slowly growing outwards in a rippling wave.

He grinned as the fur spread from her chest outwards, and chuckled as the light layer of fuzz started making the woman laugh. It was a ticklish process, starting it this way, rather than how he had with the otter. Rose here was fully conscious, while Jake had been under some mind control to speed things along. Thus, she would feel more of the pleasure and the tickling changes.

It seemed that the more she laughed the faster the changes progressed. Leaving her breasts, which had ballooned slightly from the changing magic, the fur crept both up over her shoulders and down over her belly. The tawny tufts of fur slimmed her even as it added to her curves and muscles. The shoulders gained slight definition, while also emphasizing her neck, making it graceful and slim.

Her cute little giggles continued as the fur slipped past her jawline. It almost seemed to pull at the front of her face, dragging a muzzle out from her otherwise flat face. The nose and mouth met, the new shape of the jaw made. Her tongue, sandpapery, licked over some of her new fangs. A sly, predatory smile crossed her face as she learned the shape of her new fangs, and her ears twitched lightly. The fur slid over them quickly, and her new, feline ears began to twitch back and forth.

"This looks quite cute on you, little Trouble," Draconicon said with a smile. The fur never stopped moving, and each part that was covered in it soon became feline. Curvy, luscious, with corded muscles that could strike at the speed of lightning.

Her arms did not change much. They were already quite close to their proper state, and all that was added were a few more muscles, and claws at her fingertips, as well as some pads on her palms and fingers.

Her belly and her legs, though, were the focus of some rather large changes. Almost immediately after the fur hit the upper thighs of the female, several audible cracks split the air, making the changing female cringe. "What...what was that?" she whispered.

"It was the bones in your legs readjusting themselves," Draconicon said with a shrug of his shoulders. There wasn't much else he could really say about that. "You wouldn't be able to move very well if they weren't fixed," he added to explain his actions.

Both of them watched the legs of the female shift around, the knee reversing itself to give Rose a little more of a feral body form. The fur continued downwards. The legs slimmed down further still, though they lost not an ounce of muscle in the process. The ankles were turned softly, giving them a little more support for the greater weight of muscle and fur that Rose now carried, but it was a minor change.

As the dragon's magic continued down to Rose's feet, the changes sped up further still. The fur streaked itself over the tops of her feet, and quickly darted over the arch. The dragon could trace the path of the magic through the giggles of the human. The magic was incredibly ticklish when it was covering a transformation. He watched the pads pop out from beneath her feet, and smiled at the claws sliding out, taking the place of her toenails. The toes wiggled lightly as they gained a little more flexibility, and they fanned the new scent of musk and heat towards his nose.

"That just about does it," Draconicon said with a smile to himself. He watched as the last few changes occurred, including the tail and a few other things to make sure that Rose didn't have an incomplete transformation. Nodding in approval, he flicked a finger at her, removing the holding magic.

As soon as the binding was gone, she stood up. She turned, and twisted, and looked all over herself, curious about the new shape to her body. It was quite a nice one, to say the utter least. Sexy as was possible for a female to get, with the exotic new shape of her feline body. It was something that many females would kill for in the old days, a figure like that, because before, it just wasn't possible without some kind of plastic surgery and computer modeling.

Now, through the work of his magic, it was possible for real.

He conjured up a mirror for her, and stood behind it. He knew that this was quite strange to her, and he wanted to give her the time she needed to adjust. After all, she wasn't going to be a slave, and while he had no doubt that he could control her if he needed, he preferred to keep that option back. Rose, or rather, Trouble, was going to be the captain of his guard. If he couldn't trust her without magical aid, then he shouldn't put her in the post at all.

A few minutes after he had pulled the mirror out of nowhere, he walked out from behind it to see how the feline was adjusting to her new shape.

She grinned wide at him, and almost tackled him in her sudden embrace. He blinked in surprise, but wrapped his own arms around her. "You don't know how long I've wished to have this...to have my fursona be real," she whispered in his ear, holding him tightly. Her hands slowly drifted lower on his body, until they were kneading against his backside. "Let me...let me show you...how grateful I am..."

Before she could do that, Draconicon chuckled and shook his head. "No, let me," he whispered. Stepping back from her, he gestured at her, slowly lifting his hand upwards. The feline's body followed it, until she was almost three feet off of the ground. Rotating his hand a little bit, he turned the feline around until she was laying on her back in midair. He spread his fingers, and she spread her legs. He flicked two fingers at her arms, and they spread apart, leaving her spread eagle in the air.

Completely exposed.

He grinned at all that he could see, and walked over to her head. At her current height, she was at the perfect height to be taken. "I'll make sure that I enjoy myself here, and I'm pretty sure that you'll feel the same, little Trouble. Trouble will be your name now, since Rose was a human. You're not human anymore. You're better."

All she did in response was grin up at him.

~~~

Trouble grinned at the dragon as he walked back to her feet, thinking of how great this was. She pulled at the magic that was holding her up, and grinned even wider as she realized that she couldn't move in the least. This was just about the perfect bondage scenario!

Her eyes followed the dragon's body until her breasts got in the way, and still, she watched what she could in the small valley between the two.

The dragon was kneeling between her feet, and his long, forked tongue was sliding free. Her eyes went wide, realizing what he was going to do. After all, he had done that often enough when they were chatting and RPing online.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the dragon leaned in and dragged the tip of his forked tongue along her feet, over her pads. She moaned at the tickling, gentle feeling, and tried to reach down, desperate to pleasure herself to the feeling. The magic holding her up, however, kept her from moving even the least little bit, except for her head.

Shivering softly, she moaned as she felt the tongue travel up her foot. It swirled lightly around her heel, and lapped gently at her arch. It tickled, prodded and poked at her pads, licking up the light layer of sweat that came out. The forked tongue tickled, oh it tickled! It never did it enough to make her burst out in laughter, but she could never ignore how it felt.

Slowly, the tongue made its way up to her toes, and slithered its way between them. "Oh, GOD!" she hissed softly. The slick, warm muscle moved its way between her toes like a snake, and it never seemed to end. It slithered here and there, and she could feel a little bit of the dragon's saliva sliding down the bottom of her foot.

And then he pulled her toes into his mouth.

Her back would have arched, her body shivered, had she been given the freedom of movement. As it was, all she could do was throw her head back at the gentle suction of her toes. She groaned softly to herself, and felt different moisture dripping down her, this time from her slit. She felt her arousal growing from this eagerly anticipated foot play, and she felt her arousal dripping from her nether lips, rolling down over her buttocks before dripping to the ground.

The dragon seemed to ignore the need that was building and roaring in her pussy for attention, sucking her toes better than she could have ever imagined. The light suction, the lashing of the tongue, the warm wetness of his mouth felt amazing to her.

And his tongue never stopped moving, that was the amazing part. Whether he was sucking on one of her toes, or almost all of them, she could feel the dragon's tongue gently rubbing over her foot. She whimpered softly in the immense pleasure and tickling. Her head tossed side to side, and she tried again to reach down to rub herself, but she was paralyzed from the neck down.

"Oh, please, please put your cock in me!" she yelled, desperate for some form of relief. She would have pounced onto the dragon and stuffed herself with his cock long ago, if he had given her freedom of movement. "I need something in me...so bad...please..."

He chuckled at her, and to her, it almost sounded like a tease of her need, which made it all the more pressing for her. She whimpered softly, and closed her eyes. She kept muttering ‘please', as if it was a chant that would make her receive relief.

When she felt something touch the tip of her pussy, just under the clit, her eyes snapped open with hope, and she was not disappointed. The dragon was leaning over her, his member pressed right against her pussy lips, and she could feel the pre leaking from his tip. He was excited, and it showed in his face and on his cock. She grinned up at him, and leaned her head back, prepared to enjoy this.

Before the dragon thrust into her, she felt another lick to her feet.

She froze, and looked up at the dragon in confusion. "What...what's licking my feet?" Trouble said.

"Why, I am," the dragon above her said. She must have looked a little confused, because he laughed and shook his head. "Well, at least the little close of me is," he revised. He stretched to the side just enough to allow her a look at a completely accurate copy of the dragon at her feet. Her eyes went wide, and looked up at him again, and either he read her mind or he knew what she was going to ask. "Yes, I can clone myself...for a little while, at least. It's one of the harder magics to use, but I think you're worth it."

A warm glow filled her at those words. It was nice to hear that the ruler of the world felt that she was worth this kind of stress, very flattering, really.

But right now, she wanted to be filled with something a little more substantial, something that was hot, slick, and thick, and it was pressing against her thigh right at that moment. She nodded to let the dragon know that she had heard, and tried to hump up against his member. She failed, again, but she was sure he got the point.

Oh, he got the point. And so did she.

Heavens above, he was big! That was the first thought that crossed her mind as the head pressed past her nether lips. No matter how many times she went through the dimensions of the dragon in her head, it never had given her quite this size of a cock as a picture. Three inches wide was quite another thing to have inside of her, and she couldn't believe she wasn't ripping.

There was some pain, but not nearly enough for her to ask him to pull out. She doubted that he would have pulled back anyway, with how hard he felt. The amounts of pleasure she got were more than good enough to have to deal with that pain, anyway.

There had never been anyone that had taken her this deeply, or spread her this wide. Each of the dragon's thrusts felt like being taken for the first time, over and over again. Each thrust lessened the pain of something so big, and added to the pleasure, until it felt like she was floating on clouds to her first climax.

She bounced across the magic that was holding her up, back and forth like a pendulum, onto the dick, off of the dick, onto the dick, off of the dick. The dragon was teasing her with each thrust, it felt like, but it was such glorious teasing, and she was almost to her climax-

Suddenly, the dragon pulled himself back, leaving her rocking slightly, on the edge of her climax, with no way to push herself over.

She panted softly, looking at the dragon with a glance that was half glare, half plead. "Please...don't stop...don't stop..." she begged. "I need...need to...cum!"

The dragons ignored her, one of them poofing out of existence. "Oh, I have no doubt that you do," the original said with a chuckle. He snapped his fingers, holding a vibrating dildo in his hand. "I have no doubt that you do, but I won't let you climax until it's time for me to do so as well. I want a mutual climax here, and I plan to take my time."

She stared at the dildo and then at the dragon, and wasn't sure if this was going to be heaven or hell.

~~~

One hour later...

The dragon grinned down at the feline's panting form. The vibrating dildo up her tailhole had been exciting to her for a while, that much he had seen, but after forty minutes of the teasing buzzes inside of her rear, along with frequent teases of fingering in her pussy, she had started to need more, and he had been happy to give it. He grinned softly at her, nursing softy on his member as he continued thrusting a second vibrating dildo into her pussy, the one in her tailhole still and buzzing.

"Looks like you're nearly ready to cum, finally," Draconicon said with a small smile. Trouble pulled back from his cock head and looked at him with a pleading look usually reserved to children that wanted their presents on Christmas morning. "Don't worry, you're going to get it now. And you're never going to forget this, either, I can promise you that."

Rather than removing the vibrating dildo inside of the feline's pussy, he held it in all the tighter. He watched her shiver a little at the feeling of pleasure it gave her, and then moved himself between her legs. With a smile, he adjusted her legs so that they pointed upwards, her feet right in his face. "This will be something you'll remember for the rest of your life, I can pretty much promise you."

Sniffing at the well licked feet of the feline, Draconicon grinned to himself. "Oh, such a delicious scent...I do so love the smell and taste of feet," he muttered softly. He pressed his groin in a little closer to the stuffed slit of the female, his prick just close enough to her pussy lips to feel the vibrations being conducted along her flesh. "Mmm, this is going to be so tight..."

And with no more warning than that, he buried his cock, all twelve inches of length, all three inches of width, deep into her vibrating pussy.

He moaned in pleasure as the feline shrieked at the stuffing. He smiled at the sound, knowing how soon it would turn to pleasure with his touch. For him, the tight, slick hole was tighter than even his otter boy back home, though that was due to the dildo stretching her as well as his own length. Still, the vibrations from it were something that made it attractive, despite being bulky.

He grunted softly, his chest heaving as he completely shoved his self control aside. He grabbed the feline by the hips, and took her.

He was far from gentle. His thrusts were harsh, slamming in home with little regard for taking his time. Each thrust pushed him in as deep as he could go, and seemed to demand more. His pre dripped heavily inside of her with each thrust, soon dripping and pooling out of her from the sheer volume of it. He groaned softly at the feeling of such a good pussy, such a tight, hot hole.

He certainly couldn't last long under that pleasurable barrage on his senses, but he didn't have to. Already, the feline was cumming hard around his shaft. Her shrieks of pleasure were echoing around the walls of the apartment, and he grinned at the tightness, at the pleasure crossing the feline's face. He was right. She would never forget this climax.

Then he roared as his own orgasm rushed over his body. He shivered as he jammed himself into her up to the hilt, and deposited his own load. It spilled out around their legs, and plastered the feline's fur to her thighs, while his own scales were left shining and musky with his load.

They stayed together like that for a few minutes. The dragon slowly lowered her to the ground, and then sat down on the couch with a smile on his face. It was mirrored on Trouble's face, and he patted her cheek gently. "I trust that kind of a bonus now and then is a sufficient motivation to become the captain of my harem guard, Trouble?" he asked.

"Oh, you have no idea..." she whispered to him, panting softly still. "When do we leave?"

"Right now," Draconicon said, snapping his fingers. Light whooshed around them, building up with a small song chorus he added to the spell for effect before carrying them along with it. It carried them through time and space in the time it took an instant to pass, and deposited them in the center of the dragon's home.

The harem quarters.

He looked with fondness at the various males that were staring at him. The most that they wore was a loincloth, and that was only in the case of his little otter boy, Jake. They looked at him with love, and then at the feline with confusion. Considering that she was a stranger and another fur, they couldn't help but stare.

"Don't worry, little ones," he said, pulling the three males into a group hug, holding them close to him and ignoring the various fondles from them for the moment. "This feline is here to command the guards that I'm going to put around you. No more of you will die like...like our friends," he said to them, his voice breaking just a bit. He really did care about them, despite what it might look like.

The males looked at her with grins of thanks, and wide smiles on their faces. They swarmed over to her, and grabbed her in a group hug, one poking her with an errant erection.

Rather than be disturbed by this, though, the feline grinned to herself. "I think that I will like it here just fine, milord," she said before bowing.

The dragon returned the bow once, and smiled back at her. "I'm glad."

And the truth? He was, he really was.

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There you go, another chapter in this. I know that I didn't take in any of the characters that were requested, but I had friends already clamering for that. We'll see how long this goes, and then we'll see about adding others.