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Draconicon's Life Story

Magic Balls 1

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By Draconicon

Draconicon had been a teacher at the Academia Arcanum for forty years when he realized that he didn't know the answer to a personal question. Wondering why he'd never bothered looking it up before, he spoke to Yirin in the Alchemy section of the academy, and realized that the older dragon didn't know the answer, either, nor was he bothered to learn about it. Puzzled, the black dragon took to the library, plundering the vaults of any book related to the ancient dragon magics and the ancestors that pioneered the use of their power, but without success.

The black dragon mage sat in the middle of his quarters, surrounded by books bound in leather, bone, and even in the force of magic itself, staring at them with his hand pressed to the side of his head. He felt...oddly betrayed by the old magisters, and slowly shook his head.

We're a magical species. We define ourselves by our magic. We manipulate the world with it. We rule our world with it. And nobody...nobody...has bothered to figure out where the magic comes from.

It seemed impossible that nobody had bothered experimenting to find out, or searching down the source of magic in a dragon's body. No matter what source he examined, it seemed that the furthest that dragons had bothered to go was confirming that their magic had an internal font rather than an external source, and then had let the matter drop entirely.

As if that means a damn thing when you don't know where it comes from, how it regenerates after you're tired, or...

He groaned, shoving one of the books across the polished stone floor of his chamber. It came to a rough halt on the far side of the room, bumping against the cavern wall before settling. Draconicon regretted the rough treatment almost immediately, but his attention was elsewhere as he leaned back, pulling his arms behind his head.

The knowledge that nobody really knew how their magic originated left him with a truly insecure feeling about his own power. He'd always known that it regenerated when he gave it a chance to build back up again, and he knew that there was a lot of it there before it was actually exhausted. He even knew that the power could be exhausted but still come back, even if there was nothing left to build off of, as students proved day in and day out with stupid spells and pranks.

Not knowing where it came from in the first place, however, left him wondering just how it restored itself, and if there was a finite means of restoration. No amount of thinking that everybody else was fine helped with that.

"...Damnit, I'm going to have to figure this one out."

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in."

The door opened, revealing a blue dragon of younger years, perhaps just into his adulthood. Draconicon recognized him from his class on Shaping the Elements. Gaederon, not particularly gifted in brains, but with a decent enough power base to work with. He'd probably go far enough in the dragon realms, when it came down to it. The blue dragon stepped into his chambers with his head down, pulling at his green apprentice robes, and muttered to himself. Draconicon sighed.

"You know I can't help you when you do that."

"Sorry, sir," Gaederon said, looking up and then immediately looking back down. "Um, sorry, sir, I didn't -"

"Go ahead, what do you want?"

"Do...do you think you could get dressed first, sir?"

Rolling his eyes, Draconicon considered reaching out for his robe. The black and silver cloth wasn't that far away; he just preferred to leave it off outside of the classroom, considering how much better it felt to be naked. It was more enjoyable in other ways, too, and it meant that he could release some of the pheromones that built up under it.

He decided against it. Gaederon had come to him, outside of class hours, so the blue dragon could suffer a little full-frontal.

"Not really. So, what are you here for?"

"Well, I, uh...I was wondering...if you needed a volunteer for anything, sir."

"Come again?"

"A volunteer. I, uh, have to get a few more credits for my lessons, and I heard that some of the teachers will give a volunteer some extra points for their lessons if they -"

Draconicon waved his hand, silencing the student with a little spell that sealed the dragon's mouth shut. Gaederon would be able to speak again in a few minutes, but the blue dragon was starting to annoy him with the babbling. A gesture at the door kept it from closing, as well.

Volunteers, hmm? he thought, chuckling. Is that what the prudes are calling it, so that they're not like me?

Volunteers indeed, as that was more what he used to get himself off. Draconicon wasn't exactly an evil person about it, but he made it clear from the first day that he planned to educate the students and enjoy himself in the process. Sometimes it was due to the pheromones that he put out, while some students just liked to fuck the teacher and get the credit for it. He was fine with letting it happen, either way. The students would learn quickly enough that that sort of behavior wouldn't help them once they left the academy.

But here...

The black dragon thought about it, looking at his student, considering the possibilities. It would be very difficult to follow the answers of dragon magic through his own body. Even aside from the fact that he had a great deal of magic running through him at all times, pushing spells and ideas to the limits and saturating himself with too much to see through, he doubted that the point of view would help. He couldn't look at himself so well, and could easily lose the path of magic without having a clear way of looking all over his body.

On a volunteer, however, there were other possibilities. Draconicon smiled to himself, tapping his chin as he imagined what he might discover. And legitimately, for a change.

The spell he'd cast on Gaederon's mouth wore off, the blue dragon gasping for air as his lips reformed. Draconicon stood up, his dick slapping between his legs as he moved, and walked over to his student.

"I have a project in mind just this minute, actually."

"You...you do?"

"Yes, and you'll be the main part of it. Let's begin with getting you naked."

"...Do I have to, sir?"

"Yes, you have to. And - oh, you don't have much to offer, do you? That's fine, I can work with that."

#

Draconicon was a little disappointed with the accommodations that the academy was willing to give him for the experiments. He'd been hoping for one of the research tunnels, something huge and cavernous where he could really go crazy. One of his first ideas had been growing Gaederon to an immense size so that the small details were more visible, but considering that the administration was only willing to let him have one of the side caverns, sacrifices had to be made.

His student was spread-eagle in the middle of the room, held suspended about two feet from the floor and five from the ceiling. His arms and legs were stretched out as far as he could go, and Draconicon had set up a number of different wards all over the floor. Gaederon blushed throughout it all, opening his mouth, only to close it every time as Draconicon silenced him with a finger.

Finally, it was ready. The walls were lined with magic-dampener spells, the floor was lit up with runes that would track any spell or use of magic, and he had the whole room saturated with extra magic energy, pushed out forcefully through his body to make sure that there was plenty of charge for everything. It was exhausting, but it was pretty good exercise at the same time.

The black dragon sat down, the silver runes along the edges of his robe flashing in the magic light as he did. He put his feet up, wiggling his toes as he got comfortable, and looked up at the naked blue dragon. Gaederon whimpered softly, and he nodded in permission.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"I thought...I thought that we were going to be doing some sort of experiment. This...this kinda feels like I'm tied up as bait here."

"Nice idea, but no. I'm not doing anything like that."

"Then why am I bound up? And what do all those runes mean?"

"...You really don't pay attention in Arcane Languages, do you?"

"What are those?"

He slapped a palm over his face. There were times when he was reminded of how threadbare the curriculum could be, in terms of the subjects that the school required, but at the same time, it was just upsetting to see it. How were dragons supposed to maintain their own abilities when they couldn't read through the things that held the old knowledge?

"Just...be satisfied by knowing that you're completely safe, that nothing is going to happen to you. All you have to do is do what I say, and you'll be fine."

"You swear?"

"I'm a teacher. Keeping stupid students safe is kind of my job."

"That's not...not so comforting, you know."

"Yeah, well, sorry. Let's get started."

Draconicon pulled a little scroll out of his pocket, and unrolled it. A summoning spell brought him a quill filled with a little demon that was constantly spitting ink for him, and he rested it above the paper. It was time to get to work.

"Alright. What I want you to do is start reaching out for your magic."

"What spell do you want me to cast?"

"I don't want you to cast anything."

"But you said -"

"Just...listen. Okay? Don't assume, just listen."

Gaederon nodded.

"I want you to reach out to your magic, but not touch it. I just want you to reach out, feel it, and just metaphorically hold your hands out to it."

"But I can't move."

"...I said...metaphorically."

"Does that mean make believe?"

"...For now, yes, just pretend that you're reaching your hands out to it but not touching it."

Gaederon nodded, closing his eyes. Draconicon took advantage of the moment to reach out and strangle the air in front of him. Despite the blue dragon's physique - which was, admittedly, impressive in all ways save for what he had swinging between his legs - he was well-reminded as to why he hadn't bothered trying to hook up with him. The stupidity was just too much.

He didn't indulge himself for long, though. He had to pay attention to what was going on. In theory, the magic of a dragon was held somewhere inside of them. Most theorized that it was somewhere in the chest, but as none of the books had any proof whatsoever of that, he'd spread the magic detectors all over the room, pointed down at Gaederon from every angle. It was a little imprecise, and the spells were more used for detecting a spell that was already cast, but there was a small chance that it would work. He'd altered the spell structure enough for the possibility to exist.

As his student started to take deep breaths, his chest lifting up and then falling down, Draconicon glanced up and down the blue's body. There wasn't much to see. Good muscle in the arms, a nicely muscled ass that bulged out a bit more than it needed to - probably a bad augmentation job - and a large pair of feet were the most interesting things to see. His cock was below average for a dragon, he noted, and his balls -

A sudden flare of light nearly blinded him, and he groaned, covering his eyes with the parchment.

"Gaederon, I said 'imagine' touching it. You're actually touching it now."

"Sorry!"

The light faded a few seconds later, and Draconicon shook his head. He was still seeing spots from the way that every single scale on the other dragon's body had lit up, but there had been something there. Slight as it had been, there was a time delay as it spread from one part of the body over the rest. That was something.

It wasn't the feet, because it spread out to them. Same with the rest of the extremities. It could be the heart, but that doesn't feel quite right, as it hit head and toes at about the same time.

He could ask him to do it again, he supposed. Gaederon seemed to struggle with holding back from embracing the magic, so he'd probably be grateful for that. But if he was going to do that, he was going to do it right.

"Gaederon, hold that position for a moment, I'm just going to try something."

The black dragon lifted his hands, a little black fire weaving back and forth between his fingers as he recalled the particulars of a time-lapse spell. It was a little bit dodgy, as it created an unstable mess for the eyes, but it would let him see just what was going on. He wove it into a circle in front of his face, leaning back and nodding to himself as he was able to see the blue dragon in his entirety, from his empty head to his dangling sack to his pointed toes. His tail whipped around in a frenzy, the blue tip sticking out from around the time-lapse window several times without seeming to be connected to his student.

"Alright. Now...grab hold of your magic."

The room flared bright again around the window, but he didn't care about that. He was focusing entirely on the window itself, waiting for that first spark to appear. The books suggested the navel, the belly, even the heart, but none of them were lighting up. Instead, it started at -

The balls?!

Draconicon was flabbergasted, his eyes going wide as he stared at the light pulsing outwards from the blue dragon's testicles. It ran backwards for a moment, probably towards his prostate, and then up and out through the blue's cock. From there, it spread through the rest of the body, but those had been the parts that lit up first. He fell back against his chair, shaking his head a few times as he tried to figure out the implications.

If it came from the balls, how did the magic get from there to the rest of the body? Why did they feel exhausted without spilling seed? Was that why dragon eggs that were made after massive spellcasting ventures didn't take hold, because the dragons were too tired to actually give magic to their child?

One thing was for sure. He'd found the starting point, but the investigation had so many more places to go.

"Alright, you can release it."

Gaederon did so immediately, and as the light faded, the black dragon watched the time lapse carefully. It pulled inwards, just as he thought, but this time, there was a slight darkness to the balls that hadn't been there before. No, not darkness, but that the light was dimmer, like...

Okay, so it gets dimmer as you extract more magic from it, he thought, feeling a little more magic in the air around him, guessing that his student hadn't been able to hold onto the magic without either using it or letting it ooze out through his scales. But the balls haven't lost anything yet, so...hmmm...

"S-sir?"

"We have a lot of research ahead of us. A lot."

#

"SIR!"

Draconicon ignored Gaederon's indignant shout. If the blue dragon hadn't wanted to be a volunteer, he shouldn't have come asking to become one. He pulled on the ropes, dragging his student into the air until he was dangling in the middle of a different cavern. Making sure that the ropes were sturdy enough to hold, he walked around and started setting up the spells for this experiment.

If the magic is in the balls, but doesn't actually require spilling of seed, is the cum still magical? Probably not, but I need to eliminate the possibility.

He set up a couple of rocks that had the magic detection run on them, and pointed it towards Gaederon's cock, and at the ground. It was going to be an interesting experiment, indeed, and he had to admit...he was getting good and hard at the prospect of milking his student's ass.

After everything was set up, there was just one more thing to do. He shucked off his robe, letting it fall to the ground behind him, and lifted up his cock. The blue dragon looked up at it, and then at him, and blushed.

"What...what are you doing, sir?"

"I'm going to milk you, see if you have any magic in your cum as well as your balls."

"Uh, I could...I could just...jerk off."

"Yes, but where's the fun in that?"

"Please, I don't...I wasn't thinking this was part of the job description."

"Don't worry, you'll like it."

He smirked, pulling at his cock a couple of times, the footlong shaft rising up and throbbing eagerly. It was dripping after he gave it a little zap with his magic, pushing it along so that it would ooze its pre, and more importantly, his pheromones.

"I promise."

It was almost too easy as he dragged his cock back and forth across his student's face, watching as the blue dragon's eyes slowly fell, as they glazed over. Seeing that mouth open wide, tongue hanging out, drool running down his face as a result of the pheromones was just too sexy for words. Whether it happened because he let his bare feet air out in class, because he strutted his stuff on the academy grounds after dark, or any other reason, he always liked the sight of someone losing their mind to his scent.

He patted the blue's face with his cock a couple of times before walking around, stroking himself a few more times. He was eager, but he wanted to make sure that his cock was nice and slick with pre before jamming it in. The last thing he needed was for the trance to get broken and have to get the smaller male in the mood again.

"So, Gaederon, you ever been fucked before?"

"Mmm...mmmph...mmm..."

"Heh, that's not a problem. I'm sure that we can open you up."

Though not with his cock. Maybe another time, but for this...Draconicon spread the blue's ass cheeks, feeling the bit of muscle that had been clumsily, magically pumped into them. It was nice and firm, a good filling, but it looked like someone had just shoved too much in and at too high a point. It'd be a good cushion, but it made it look slightly femmy rather than masculine and muscular.

The hole, though, was just right. Tight and pink amidst the blue scales, the fleshy spot was just calling out to be fucked. Draconicon smiled, lifting a finger and letting some of his magic run down it. Black fire jumped from his finger to that pucker, and it suddenly relaxed, the center opening up to show the darkness within, and the blue dragon moaned softly as his ass went from virgin to halfway to gaping.

"That should have you just about right for fucking."

"Mmmph...mmm...please..."

"Don't worry. You're about to get it."

Draconicon smiled, spitting on the open hole before pressing his cockhead against it. The slight feeling of his own slimy spit was just enough to get him the rest of the way to hardness, and he pushed in gently. The inner walls were already pulsing, squeezing gently like a dragoness in heat, and he knew that his pheromones had worked. Not that he needed to check the insides to know that; the sound of Gaederon's own cock slapping against his belly was clue enough for that.

Hehehe, let's see how long it takes you to spurt, he thought. The blue dragon's legs were pulled out and up, keeping him hog-tied and making his ass very available. Draconicon put his hands on the warm, too-big ass cheeks and gripped them, feeling the muscle twitch in response. No good for handholds, though.

He ended up grabbing the blue's tail, holding it tightly as he started pulling himself back and forth, back and forth, sawing his cock into the little slut beneath him. He groaned at the heat building up inside, feeling the little micro-spasms around his cock, and chuckled.

"If I'd known that you were this hot inside, I might have just taken you for a class slut."

"Mmmph?"

"Heh, then again, maybe not. Selinie is doing pretty well at that already, considering how male she used to be; how many times have you fucked her now?"

The mental image of the pink dragoness - formerly a green dragon - made his cock throb. He hadn't done that much to her, really; Selinie had been highly susceptible to his pheromones, to the point where 'she' had started following him, bending over and begging for dick. When she'd done it in public, almost catching the attention of the Archmage, he'd been forced to take steps. Now, she was still a student, but one with a slut button that he could turn on and off.

And if I were fucking her, I'd have already cum once, he thought as he continued humping that blue, bouncy butt. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't nearly as good as that slut.

In, out, in, out, his cock went, his balls swinging forward and bouncing off of the other dragon's magic-makers. He could feel Gaederon moaning beneath him, shuddering every so often, but it wasn't enough. He needed to speed this up. His curiosity would not be delayed.

He shifted position, pulling one leg up and resting his foot on Gaederon's leg, letting him thrust in at a different angle. Almost immediately, the smaller blue dragon started moaning louder, the splut-splut of pre hitting the ground filling the air. He almost stopped to look, but the idea of having to stop and start again with a student already slow to climax made him keep thrusting, hammering away.

In, out, in, out, and Gaederon was moaning, mewling with need as his tongue hung out of his mouth. The blue dragon panted, his hole spasming and twitching, clenching down every time that he bottomed out inside of the little slut. It wouldn't be long, he knew, and he kept back, making sure that there was no chance that his knot would get stuck in that hole.

"Hehehe, alright...come on...spill it...cum for me, you slutty student...cum for me!"

He reached down, grabbing hold of the blue's knot, and squeezed. Gaederon moaned, suddenly clamping down around his cock. The temptation to keep thrusting hit him, but it wasn't enough to keep him from pulling out and ducking down. He watched as the blue's cock throbbed, spat cum...and it glowed.

"Oh...gods..."

Draconicon stared as his student's cum shimmered as it hit the ground, pushing out the same light that his body had during the initial experiment. He'd been sure that a dragon's cum wasn't magic, if magic was spent without shooting seed, but apparently, it could be.

So, if I were to ingest it at this point, would there be...

His thought trailed off as he saw the shine fading away, the light rapidly departing. Within two minutes, the glow of magic off of the blue dragon's cum trails was gone, leaving behind only the usual glistening surface of dragon cum.

Hmmm, now that is fascinating. It carries the magic with it, but outside the body, it quickly loses its effectiveness. Does that mean that we can transfer magic between us by sexual acts?

It was a possibility, though one that he doubted worked without extreme workarounds. Otherwise, male dragons would be empowering their partners all the time, and there would be more of a matriarchy, considering that females didn't have an easy equivalent to how males would be spilling their seed.

Then again...

The black dragon shook his head, grumbling.

"No, no, just stop. Don't follow the questions, just write them down for later."

"Mmm?"

"One minute, thinking, thinking."

He whipped out his parchment, using Gaederon's back for a table as he started writing out some of his questions.

Do the balls produce magic?

Does cum store it, or is it produced from it?

Males store in balls, where do females store?

Does magic build up over time?

Is it possible to transfer via sex?

Is it possible to harvest and contain?

There were so many other questions, but he'd have to start with those ones. It would spread from there, giving him so many things to study, but this was promising. This was beyond promising, to know where the magic - for males, at least - came from. Draconicon felt some of his worries fade, knowing that there was an answer.

"Hmm?"

He turned, looking up at his student's head. The blue dragon was slowly coming out of his pheromone-induced trance. Though tempted to fuck him, Draconicon shook his head, and instead gestured at the ropes. They snapped, and he floated his student down to the ground on all fours, letting him get comfortable.

Grabbing his robes, Draconicon rushed out of the room, intent on getting back to his office. If he was going to get to the bottom of this, he was going to need a lot of help. He'd need funding, he'd need experiment chambers, and he'd need...volunteers.

Lots and lots of volunteers.

The End