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Draconicon's Rule 34 Harem Chapter 4: Another Dragon's Destiny Sponsored by Sanmer By Draconicon

When the sports scholarship that Jake Long had been hoping for never panned out, it was down to the community colleges of NYC to pick up the slack. As soon as he was sure that none of the upper-end universities were going to pay out for him to attend their schools, he hit the streets, knocking on doors and checking what sort of benefits and favors he could call on. Not from humans, of course, but from the underground world of magical creatures that he'd been looking out for over the last half-decade or so.

It wasn't easy, but eventually, he was able to cobble together the money to bribe one of the money-hungry spirits in disguise at one of the local colleges. It didn't get him a full ride, but it at least got his tuition paid for the year, which was better than what it could have been.

"Man, and I thought it was hard as a teenager," Jake muttered as he walked onto campus, shifting a backpack over his shoulder instead of a skateboard. "Ah, man. This is nuts."

Compared to high school, he supposed everything was, but this place was huge. There were buildings that were over ten stories high on campus, and when it wasn't the sheer size of them that was different, it was the number. He was used to a place that had one main building and maybe two or three outbuildings, but this? This had the space to deal with thousands of students at once.

Then again, in the big city, one had to be able to with numbers. He chuckled, shaking his head as he rooted through his pocket.

What was the name of that professor again? he wondered. Gramps said to make sure I was in his class...

He pulled out his schedule, printed on a slip of paper that was no different from the high school schedules he was used to. It had three subjects on it, none of them starting before one in the afternoon, but all boring looking.

Geometry with Sandinski, Lit with Reginar, and...History with Onicon?

Onicon was the name, but...history? His gramps wanted him to get a class with a history teacher? He'd get it if it was the gym teacher or something that'd keep him fighting fit for his job, but history?

Eh, maybe it's another one of those training things. Don't judge or something stupid like that, he thought, folding it back up and putting the paper in his pocket. Least I got him. Let's see where his office is...

"Of course...he's on...the top...dang...floor..."

Jake's legs shook as he reached the top of the stairs, panting to himself as he locked his knees to keep them from giving out from under him. He was barely keeping himself upright at that point, but that was because the big building didn't have an elevator. Should have been reported to the freaking disability advocate people or something.

He leaned against the wall, dropping his backpack on the stairs to take some of the weight off of his shoulders. The young man turned, cracking his back, shaking his head.

"Man...shouldn't have skipped gym over the summer. Ow...ow..."

It wasn't that bad. He hadn't gained weight or gone completely out of shape, but most of his workouts hadn't been in the gym or with his grandpa. He'd been out on the beach, showing off, surfing, skateboarding. It was great for keeping some muscles in shape, but when it came to the long endurance stuff?

Yeah, not so much. He shook his head, picking up his bookbag again and walked down the corridor, checking the doors as he walked by them.

"Class. Class. Class. Janitor's closet. Class. Class. Office." He grabbed the doorknob, paused, then pulled his hand back. "Wrong office."

And so it went until he reached the end of the hall, where the last room was butted up against the far wall without stairs or anything else behind it. He checked the plate on the window, saw that it belonged to someone named 'Onicon,' and blinked. The plate was new, probably put up only a few weeks ago.

Weird. Thought he and gramps were old friends. Eh, whatever.

He knocked on the door at the same time that he pushed it open. Might as well make an impression.

"Yo, Mr. Onicon? You in?"

"Yes, I am."

Considering how many dark, dank rooms he'd been in since taking on the American Dragon job, he had half-expected the professor's room to be as dingy as it was small. Instead, the place was surprisingly large, with about ten by fifteen feet in floor space, and the walls were covered with regular books rather than the scrolls that he expected for a history professor.

The professor himself sat behind a desk, wearing a featureless blue t-shirt and glasses that were thick enough to make his eyes distort a bit. A goatee popped from his chin, with a mustache curling around the sides to make a black blob at the bottom of a white face.

As the professor smiled, Jake arched an eyebrow.

"You know my gramps? He's, like, thirty years older than you," he said.

"Ah, then you are Jake Long." Mr. Onicon chuckled. "I didn't recognize you at first. The last pictures I'd seen of you had you a bit younger. Hit the gym a bit?"

"Yep," he lied. "Had a few other, uh, advantages too, if you know what I'm saying."

"I think I do."

Hope Gramps is right about this guy, he thought. Ain't everyone that can handle knowing the secret...

Despite the teacher's quiet, though, there was a way that he stared that felt familiar to Jake. Something about the way that it was intense without being invasive, observant without being prying.

Then, it clicked. He slapped his hand across his face.

"You're a dragon too, aren't you?"

"I was wondering how long it would take you to guess."

"Where you from?"

"Oh, not too far off," Mr. Onicon said, getting to his feet. Jeans, rather than slacks, and sandals rather than shoes. He dressed pretty casual for a teach. "But as you guessed, yes, I am a dragon, and I am going to be taking over your training while you're at college."

"Heh, I hope you look more intimidating as a dragon than you do as a human. Gramp's done a good job at teaching me what I need to know."

"There's more dangers than the Huntsman and the Dark Dragon out there, Jake. Quite a few more dangers than that, actually, and some of them are insidious enough that the body can't fight them. Do you know enough to fight with your mind, or are you completely reliant on your body?"

"Prof, that's a lot of pretty words, but I ain't found anyone that I can't fight with fists and feet. And maybe a bit of fire, too, hehehe."

"We shall see."

Mr. Onicon continued to smile, but there was the slightest twitch to his lips, a hint of a smirk that hadn't been there before. The pale human pushed his desk to the side, the big lump of wood squeaking as it moved from the center of the room.

"Now, I want to see you do a few things for me, just to make sure that you're completely capable to start with the training."

"Yo, I'm good to start with anything."

"Alright, then. Go dragon."

"What, here? Now?"

"...Did I stutter?"

"Okay, okay, jeez."

There'd been a look in the other man's eyes that promised some serious comeuppance if Jake didn't go along with the command, and while he was pretty sure that there was nothing that this dragon could do to him - he was the American Dragon, after all - he didn't want to push his luck on his first day of college.

Tossing his bookbag to the side, he held his arms over his head. He reached for the fire inside, and said:

"Dragon up!"

The heat surged from his core, shooting out along his limbs and down his legs. His clothes, as ever, were consumed by the heat, burning away into that strange other-world where everything that he carried always went after he transformed. Red scales ran down his arm at speed, covering his arms and his elbows, running all the way down his wrists.

The growth and transformation slammed down his legs, too, kicking him into the air from the sheer force of expansion. He floated on the green fires running down his legs and across his arms, riding out the transformation.

Fwoosh! The fire jumped from his back, bringing wings with them, expanding and spreading out so fast that some of the professor's books went flying from the wind. He didn't apologize, couldn't apologize.

His legs stretched, his feet too, and they hit the ground hard, expanding with longer toes and wider feet to balance out his larger, more muscled body. As the red scales continued to spread across him, his muscles expanded below the scale line, getting harder and thicker until he felt right.

Jake grinned as his snout came in, a 'mane' of dark hair and scales running down his back. It was longer than it used to be, but that was because he'd gotten older, gotten a different hairstyle. It flowed behind him rather than just spiking up at the top of his head, and he was far more comfortable with it than he used to be.

The rest of the transformation - spikes along his back, claws on his fingers and toes - came in quickly, and the fire faded as he revealed himself.

All in all, the transformation took no more than a couple of seconds, but it always felt like it took almost a minute. He chuckled, flexing his arms.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm the business. I know it."

"You're slow."

"Huh-what?" Jake blinked. "What'd you say?"

"You're slow. There's a second and a half there where you could easily be taken down if someone was paying attention."

"Yeah, but...who's gonna hit you in a second and a half? That's way too fast."

"Is it?"

Mr. Onicon cocked his head to the side, that slight smile turning the question into something mocking. Jake half-glared, half-sputtered at his new mentor.

"Alright, you think you can do it faster? Prove it!"

"Oh, I plan to. But first." Mr. Onicon pointed down. "Perhaps you should remember that you're not a young dragon anymore, Jake. Certain things are a bit more obvious these days."

"Wha - oh, shit!"

The red dragon blushed as he felt exactly what the professor was talking about, a little breeze down between his legs touching things that, until a year or so ago, hadn't been just hanging out as a dragon. They had been all tucked up inside, but come dragon adulthood, they were pushed out to hang and dangle just like a human's.

Jake's cheeks burned as he grabbed for his bag, pulling for a jockstrap that he had carried for just this sort of thing. After all, a dragon ass was worth showing off, and it wasn't like anyone could see the hole while he was flying around. A new thing dangling about, though? That was worth hiding.

As he pulled the cotton jock up, he shook his head. This guy was starting to annoy him a bit. All that cockiness. All that surety. Even Gramps had never been that bad.

"Okay, okay. You said you can do it faster?" Jake turned around, taking a more aggressive pose. "Let's see if you can do it fast enough to keep from getting hit."

The pale teacher smiled, brushing his knuckles against his shirt.

"If you like."

Jake nodded, clenching his teeth as he waited for the words. Every dragon used them, everybody had to say them before they transformed, and as soon as the professor said them, he'd charge forward. Even if he didn't hit the other guy, he'd at least prove that a second and a half was too short for any real window of opportunity.

Except, he didn't. One second, the human was staring at him, the next, the dragon that had replaced him was taking off the thick glasses, setting them down on the windowsill and showing no concern at all about the fact that he was showing off more cock and balls than half a sports team. Jake's eyes went wide, and not just from the full frontal that he was getting.

There hadn't been a key word. There hadn't been any fire. It had been a moment of the human existing, and then a moment of the dragon coming into being. If he had blinked, he would have missed it.

"That...that's not how it works!" Jake insisted. "You gotta say the words. You have to have the fire. What the hell..."

He couldn't find the words. It was like staring at something impossible, something on a completely different level to whatever he had been doing. As the black dragon rubbed his nose, pinching the spot where the glasses had almost shattered, Jake threw his arms in the air.

"You don't get to transform like that! Gramps doesn't do that! How the hell can you do something he can't?!"

"Why do you think that he assigned you to me, hmm?"

"But that's a rule! Every dragon does that, even the guys at the internationals."

"Do you want to learn how to do it or not, Jake?"

"...Wha?"

"I'm not like your grandfather. Nor am I like the other dragons that believe that you have to fulfill the responsibilities of your destiny. If you don't want to be here, the door's right behind you. Just dragon-down before you leave, so you don't give it away to anyone else that hasn't been listening through the walls."

"What? You can't - but you said that you're my teacher!"

"Indeed. But I don't see much willingness to learn. Just a willingness to complain." The black dragon smiled. "Unless you want to stop talking for a moment, and listen?"

"...Fine."

"You sure? The door is right there. I'm not going to keep you here if you're not interested."

"I said I'm interested, okay! Teach me."

"Heh, well, let's stop with the burning eyes, then. Go ahead. Sit down."

The black dragon gestured at the floor, and after a few seconds, Jake managed to calm down long enough to take a seat. He folded his arms across his chest, obviously not entirely happy, not that it seemed to phase Mr. Onicon.

As he got comfortable, the black dragon leaned back against his shelves of books, his cock swinging down against one thigh. It hung lower than any athlete in the school locker rooms he'd seen, and he was pretty sure that thing would give a minotaur a run for its money in terms of raw size. The idea of it being anywhere near him was setting off all sorts of 'not in my ass' alarms, but he was keeping himself as calm as possible as the teach started talking.

"There's a way of holding onto your energy as a dragon, directing it with your thoughts rather than your words. As the transmission of a thought is faster than a transmission of a word, you can already see that there's a definite advantage to using your power that way, yes?"

"I'll pretend that made sense and go 'uh-huh,' yeah."

"We'll work on your understanding later. The main point, however, is that you have to condense that power into yourself. To make sure that it is not merely dormant, not a fire that waits in the core of your body. Instead, you have to push it out, keep it burning inside of you at all times. Feel the heat in your arms, your legs, everywhere."

"Even...that?" he asked, nodding towards the elephant - or at least, elephant dong - in the room.

"Heh, yes, even there. You have to be able to imagine that turning at any time, too."

"That's messed up, man."

"Is it? Or are you so unused to it?"

"I was a kid until a year ago, okay? Not exactly something I wanted to be thinking about."

"Are you a child now?"

"...Stop it."

"As you wish," the dragon said, shrugging slightly.

Jake looked down at himself, trying to put the professor's idea into perspective. The idea of using a dragon's energy to fill his body at all times was a bit...weird, considering that the whole point of going dragon was to flood the body with that energy, releasing it with the words. If you had it out already, wouldn't that make you a dragon by default?

Or...

Or was he holding onto it, staying just on the cusp of being a dragon all the time? Jake shuddered at the thought. He remembered several accidental changes when he was a lot younger, how he had been fiddling with that fire inside and had transformed without even knowing it. Holding the fire right there, right at the surface, would mean that any slip in concentration would mean that you transformed right then and there.

It was a risky business, but he had to admit, the way that it just threw him off his game seeing someone do it would be worth the risk. The fact that this Onicon guy had managed to surprise him that much, leave him that shocked and stunned, meant that he could probably trick the Huntsman and the Huntsclan with it too. Make them all sorts of surprised when he went from human to dragon without even saying the words.

The thought gave him a grin.

However, the grin didn't last long. The other dragon snapped his claws twice, shaking his head.

"Are you still here with me?"

"Sorry, sorry. Yeah, I am."

"Good. Now, there's another technique that you're going to need to learn."

"What's that, the partial transformation?"

"You already know it?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Good. But that's not the one that I meant." The black dragon chuckled. "No, this is less a technique and more a mental discipline. Tell me, have you been in dragon form around others since you've...matured?"

"Uh...not much, no."

There was that one time around Trixie when he was having an off day after training, needing to air out a bit, but she had been all kinds of weird around him. She'd been dazed, then rather...handsy. Handsy enough that he had to fly off to avoid causing problems for her and her boyfriend.

Mr. Onicon smiled.

"You know what I'm talking about, though. I can see it in your eyes...and your pants."

"What do you mean in my pants?"

"Again, look."

Jake did, and if he hadn't had scales as red as they were, he was pretty sure that his blush could have lit the room. He was hard as a rock, and no matter how much he tried to think of things to get rid of it, he couldn't get it to subside.

"Ugh!"

"I'm guessing that you had an encounter with a human friend of yours?"

"I didn't do anything! She just started...touching."

"And you ran off."

"Yeah! What, you think I'm gonna mess with a friend like that? Ain't like that, man."

"I gathered. But you saw what the scent of a dragon could do to someone else. Your gramps is too old to be producing the same sort of scents, but you are of an age to be both susceptible and to produce them. As am I."

"...What's that mean?"

"It means that you need to be able to resist your own scent, as well as those of other magical creatures. And we're going to start with seeing how well you can resist mine."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up, man. You saying that I gotta smell your crotch funk?"

"I wouldn't call it that. A more polite term would be 'musk,' perhaps."

"Yeah, whatever you want to call it, I ain't into sniffing jocks or smelling panties. That's for creeps."

"That is where most of the scent resides, Jake. However, there are other places. And the question isn't whether you will do it...but whether you will resist the domination that comes after."

Mr. Onicon smiled, and suddenly, the room seemed to swell with heat, the floor releasing what felt like a current of fire and smoke and steam. Jake immediately broke out in a sweat, his scales glistening from the sudden sweat that started rolling down them, panting as he sucked in a breath of the heated air.

That was nothing compared to the black dragon across the way. Mr. Onicon grinned at him, sweat droplets beading across his chest, running down across his arms, leaving long, wet trails from his chest to his stomach, all the way down to his crotch. As he shifted his legs, Jake could see the wet lines running down his dick, coming to a rest at the head, and then dripping off of it, running to the floor in a tiny, weak stream.

There were droplets that dripped from his balls like icicles melting after a storm, and the smell of it, the hot, bitter, musky, salty, spicy smell of a dragon in rut, filled the far side of the room.

Jake gasped for breath, only to feel his cock jerk up in its jock, thrusting against the cotton on the inside. He groaned, slumping back, flapping his wings in a desperate attempt to try and clear the air. All it did was push his own scent away, though, and when his scent left, something else had to come forward to fill the vacuum.

His eyes watered, but his cock throbbed forward all the harder, pressing against the front of his jockstrap, making his dick swell, bounce, twitch inside. It even oozed into the fabric, darkening the tip of his bulge, making the tent that much more visible. He could hardly believe what he was seeing, and he tried to catch his breath, trying to pull himself back from the edge that the scent was pushing him towards.

The black dragon took a step forward, his large feet leaving wet footprints on the floor. He chuckled.

"Look at you. You're already dripping, already horny. You barely had a few breaths. Is this what the American Dragon is capable of?"

"Get...nnngh...I can handle it...you just...you just try and make me do something...I won't..."

"Hmmm, take another breath."

Jake knew that it was a taunt, but he couldn't back down. He did it, sniffing through his nose, and the heady scent slammed into his brain like a freight train. The red dragon stumbled back a step, leaning against the wall, his cock thrust forward hard.

"Heh, why don't you take another one, then? And another...and another..."

With each 'another', the black dragon took another step closer, then another, then another, and Jake found himself breathing a stronger dose of those pheromones every time that he filled his lungs. His cock throbbed so hard, his balls churned so eagerly, that his jock felt tighter than it had ever done before. The red dragon was huffing, puffing, dripping, losing his mind.

And then, the teacher was right there in front of him. Mr. Onicon grabbed him by the crotch, pulling the jock down, pulling his dick out. The two dragons stood together, the black dragon chuckling in his ear.

"Another breath, Jake...and don't cum."

Don't cum? That was a thing? He tried to mouth off, to say some sort of wisecrack -

"Nnngh!"

Only to gasp as their cocks were pressed together, that powerful scent coming off of the black dragon's chest and rising up from their grinding groins. He coughed, trying to snort it out of his lungs, but there was nothing he could do when it saturated every bit of air he could breathe in. The thick black cock against his own pink one was throbbing, drooling over him, and it was so...so...

Big...

He looked down, panting for breath, sucking in more and more of the strange, corruptive smell. His cock was already big, standing out at eight inches compared to five inches in human form, but Mr. Onicon's cock was huge. It was thirteen inches long, fat and dark, and it was big enough to eclipse his easily.

They were smashed together, the other dragon's scent oozing down over his dick and coating it from top to bottom, smearing in and grinding into his flesh. Thrust, slide, thrust, slide, the feeling of the other dragon slowly jerking him off, grinding into him, replacing his own powerful scent with something far stronger...

Jake slumped forward, gasping, panting, breathing in the smells that came off of Mr. Onicon's scales, the scent powerful enough to shove all thought to the back of his mind.

"All you need to think about is cock. Your cock. Your big, beautiful cock," the black dragon whispered to him. "That's what matters right now. The power of a dragon lies in his cock. The power of a dragon lies in his scent. The power of a dragon lies in his musk..."

The words were tumbling around in his head, jumbling him up, but he continued to hump, grind, thrust into the hand that held their cocks together. Powerful cock. Powerful scent. Powerful musk.

Need...need to...

The Jake that had been begging for training was sliding away, replaced by the Jake that wanted to be like this guy. The new Jake wanted to have the powerful body, the strong mind to resist this, but more than anything, he wanted to have a body to put others under, one that could grab others and put them -

"Bow."

Jake grunted, falling to his knees, only to gasp as Mr. Onicon 'encouraged' him to go further by stepping on his head, gradually pushing him down little by little, nudging him to go down to all fours. The sweaty sole on the back of his head only ground more of that musky smell into his scales, and Jake knew that even if he could leave the room, he'd be surrounded by the smell of the bigger, better dragon in front of him. He'd be unable to escape that scent, that mind-numbing scent that commanded for obedience.

He knelt there, his head down, the toes of the other dragon digging through his hair, rubbing on his face, grinding him down. He huffed, he puffed, he panted.

And the more that he smelled, the more that he envied the other dragon. The more musk filled him, the more he wanted to be the other dragon. And as he thought that, as he craved that power, something shifted.

He felt it, felt the slow stroking, the slow teasing that filled the inside of his cock. It was like jerking off, but in a different way, like it was coming from inside rather than outside. He groaned, thrusting his hips forward slowly.

On instinct, he grabbed that power, that feeling, and twisted it with his sense of his dragon self. Jake didn't know exactly what he was doing, but he pushed, forcing more and more of that power into his shaft as he thrust forward, as he fucked the air. Hump, hump, swell. Hump, hump, swell.

Something was changing, he could feel it. Something getting...bigger. Heavier. Thicker. Longer.

He let the foot on his head push him down a bit, and he looked back between his legs. The pink length smeared in the other dragon's juices was...it was longer.

Definitely longer, by two inches, at least, and still growing. The pink shaft was slowly getting further and further out from his crotch, pushing up along his belly, dragging a white line of pre-cum along his scales. Jake moaned, feeling it pulsing every time that it gained a bit more length, a bit more power to it.

"Expose yourself."

He was so in the grip of the pheromones that he couldn't not. The dragon leaned back, showing off his cock to the other man, and Mr. Onicon smiled.

"Heh, I wondered if you'd see how to do it if you stopped thinking about it."

"Nnngh?"

"I told you. The power of the dragon. If you push it, if you use it right, you can change things. You already changed one thing; imagine what you can learn to change if you follow me."

Jake shivered, panting through the clouds of scent and pheromones in the air, his cock twitching in desperation. He humped forward, the red dragon grinding his dick along his belly. Eleven inches, now, eleven inches long, but that was as long as he could make it grow. Now he was thinking about it, and he didn't know how he'd done it in the first place.

But this dragon could teach him. Mr. Onicon could give him more, help him understand his powers.

"What...what do you want...for teaching?"

"For you to come with me. To do as you're told."

A soft bump on his head as that big foot stepped off of him. He looked up, seeing the fat cock in his face, thirteen inches of black dragon shaft bumping against his cheek.

"To serve me. All of me. Do you think you can do that?"

Jake looked at that dick, then slowly looked down at Mr. Onicon's feet again. They had been so heavy, pressing down on him so hard. They'd been...

They'd marked him. They'd proven that this dragon was different. Not just from the Dark Dragon, but from all the other dragons in his world. He knew things, he understood things in a different way.

Jake looked up at him one more time, panting through the lust that the pheromones gave him, shaking his head.

"No?" Mr. Onicon asked.

"No...well...yeah...but..." He grunted. "One question...first..."

"Yes?"

"Did you...really know gramps?"

"Heh, no. That was a trick, I'm afraid, asking him to tell you to meet me so we could have this little encounter."

"Heh...least you're...honest about something..." Jake panted. "I'll come with you...I need to learn...how to do what you do..."

"We'll continue our lesson on the other side of the portal. After I've used you a few times, of course."

"Heh...why did I...see that coming?"

The End