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**A Bird in the Hand

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Engy**

The seafoam dragon barged through the front door of the inn with a determined stride. The hubbub of conversation died instantly at his appearance, but he ignored that. A quick scan of those gathered within the common room picked out the innkeep, a rather rotund man with the signature apron of the trade, and he marched directly over to the human. The astonished gape the man insisted on was not helping his already frayed temper, so he thought it best to get right to business and wasted no time on fancy words.

"How much for the harpy," he demanded, digging a hand into one of the money pouches he had brought along and holding up a selection of coinage.

The innkeep's expression turned immediately to a sneer at his inquiry, then the man's eyes bulged with greed when he glanced down at the clink of coinage. He licked his lips and looked Cera over, then did it again before answering.

"Twenty gold for a night, but you'll have to use the barn out back. We don't let beasts stay indoors."

It was the first time in a very long while that Cera had felt the need to do violence to someone without direct and obvious provocation. He was tired of this place, of the attitudes that infected its inhabitants. Even the non-humans seemed to think themselves beneath the smooth-skinned beings, suspicious of the slightest kindness, and the humans and elves perpetuated it relentlessly. He only realized by the alarmed gasps that he had gripped his sword, and very carefully uncurled his fingers from the hilt before fishing out yet more coin, enough to buy the whole inn were he a human, but it might just be enough to buy a life.

"Not for the night. For good. I want her. Now."

The fat bastard had the gall to glance down at the coin once more, though his eyes also darted over to the sword Cera wore on his hip. "That'll do, then. Have her and get out. I've got others, and she's near worn out."

It took everything in him not to strangle the human. He was going to have a rather impassioned talk with his lord once he returned, and it would involve plans to set fire to this entire benighted city. It would better be scorched from the earth than continue existing as it did. He poured the coins onto the floor in front of the innkeep and turned on his heel to retrieve his newly acquired recruit. She stood on her perch in the bay window, on display for all the world to see, and he took great pleasure in taking the chain that bound her leg to it between his hands and twisting until the metal fell in pieces. Then he removed the hood that covered her eyes and ears and offered her a slight bow.

"You are free, my land," he advised her. "Let us depart this place."

And that was where things began to go downhill. She turned a glazed expression towards him, and he thought perhaps that she had become blinded by being kept so long in darkness. Then her eyes lit up and she looked him over, grinning widely when her gaze settled upon his groin. She shifted on her perch to face him, thrusting her chest in his direction while reaching a clawed foot out to grasp his exposed sack with a firm hold.

"Oooh, don't get beast man often. Big big for Birdie?"

He blinked and gently tried to disentangle himself, but she only gripped him more intently. He left off it rather than risk having himself damaged and decided to simply leave in a most expedient manner. He wrapped his arms around her, pinning her wings to her side and hefted her light form. She let go of the perch, but she also wrapped her bird-like legs around to grip her talons together behind his back and began immediately grinding against him, cooing and nibbling at his neck.

"Good luck gettin' any sense outta that one," one of the patrons called. "Her mind's gone after all the passion flower nectar she's had!"

Cera simply ground his teeth and made his way out of the inn, giving Adamos a sharp order to follow in passing. The feral drake quirked a brow at him and rumbled a complaint but did as he was told. The Dragon's Knight did not bother with trying to retrieve the insurance fee he had paid to be allowed in, though he did insist that his lance and other arms be returned and added to the drake's saddlebags. He had only been allowed to keep his sword and shield as knightly symbols, and he would have simply abandoned the rest had not they been enchanted. He did not, however, think that Engy would think it a very good trade to have the harpy while losing such valuable implements. It took several long minutes, with the harpy continuing to grind and hump at him all the while, and her juices were beginning to drip down his legs by the time he was able to exit the city gates. He made his way over to the place where he had camped the night previous, as he had promised to wait until tomorrow to depart despite his growing hatred of the city, but then he was at a loss.

Passion flower nectar, as the name suggested, was an aphrodisiac. It was often used in love potions made by charlatans, inciting lust of the moment without actually providing the lasting attachment that was desired. It was also utilized by unscrupulous men to entice unwary females for a night of fun, oft regretted by the woman come the morn. Reputedly, its effects were even more powerful on the beast races, though that was not something that Cera could confirm for himself, but he did know that it was very dangerous in large doses. Any large city had its prostitutes, and he had had his share of them in his old life. He had seen the effects of continued dosage by women who found the profession distasteful but necessary, though it was an infrequent happenstance in his experience. And he had never heard of someone purposefully overdosing, or forcing another to do so. It was criminal, or should be.

The worst of it was that her needful demands for satisfaction was having an unwanted effect on him. Perhaps he had spent too much time among the kobolds, or perhaps it was simply his growing acceptance of his draconic nature, but he could feel himself peeking free to let the hot slickness of her feminne slit stroke against him, felt the delicate tease of her feathers. It only made the growing arousal of his maleness all the harder to resist. It felt dishonorable to take advantage of her, but she was unlikely to allow him any choice in the matter. Admittedly, he could have given her over to Adamos, who seemed like he would be quite willing to satisfy her from the hungry look in his eyes, but she had become Cera's responsibility. He was never one to shirk his responsibilities, but he was... very conflicted. On the one hand, he saw no other means of calming her, but on the other, he knew of no cure for an overdose of the nectar. Except...

He glanced at the saddlebags that hung from the drake's sides. He had brought along some of the trinkets and potions that Engy had provided him, transformative items that might just have the power to restore her. Possibly. Or they may simply redouble his problems by giving him an excessively horny and demanding dragoness to deal with instead. Or perhaps a dragon. The elf had been made male, after all, though that had been purposeful so far as he knew. Evelyn had, after all, retained her sex when transformed using the potion, but it seemed to have reduced her mind somewhat, the same as had happened with Adamos. He was intelligent, even communicative when he so chose, but he had a far more animalistic bearing. Cera did not think that the harpy would be much better than the drake if he went that route. No, the better option was to use a trinket, as he had with the mage, and hope for the best. If nothing else, he could combine the two.

The seafoam dragon wished rather strongly that he been able to master more of the mental magic that Zephyr and Engy seemed so adept with. It might have allowed him to consult with them across the distance between, for he felt sorely in need of counsel. He had only himself, though, and his decision would affect the remainder of his attempted rescue's life.

A talisman, then. It would have to be a talisman, and he would try to affect the transformation while it was in progress. He hadn't intentionally done that, or anything, when he had it had happened with Turalisthasy, but the kobold had been gifted with draconic features and some hint of power nonetheless. Cera had been able to thus far prevent that from happening again, so it stood to reason that he might be able to also allow it. He doubted very much that he had the power to affect a full transformation by himself, so it would have to be using one of the trinkets and relying on his master's magic to do the bulk of the heavy lifting. And there the Dragon's Knight resolved his quandary, for the only way he knew to affect the progress of the transformation was to give the harpy exactly what she wanted. That was the way that it had worked with the kobold, so it stood to reason that this would be the same.

"Adamos, please hold still for me a moment," he asked of the drake. "I need to retrieve something."

His mount lifted a lip in a snarl and took a step back from him as he moved forward. Cera frowned.

"Adamos, please hold still a moment."

The drake let out a low growl and shook his head then very pointedly looked at the harpy.

"No. At least not yet. I want to change her first, to see if I can restore her mind. If she's willing afterwards, then very well."

The drake turned sidelong to make his own erect maleness quite plain and glared at the knight. Cera huffed out an annoyed breath.

"I'll take care of you myself, and you can ride me the whole way home if that's what it takes, but damn your hide, let me get one of the trinkets!"

The drake gave him a wide grin and obligingly plopped his rump down beside the seafoam dragon. Cera kept his curses silent as he fished out one of the talismans and swiftly slipped it over the harpy's head. Then he carefully settled himself down to lie atop her before he triggered the signalling charm which would alert his lemon-scaled master. She cooed and squirmed beneath him, making it rather difficult to get himself situated, but he managed to hold herself still long enough to seat himself into her surprisingly tight passage. Nearly used up she certainly wasn't in that regard. Then he triggered the spell while she did her best to milk the seed right out of him. The moment that he saw the flicker of magic begin seeping into her flesh, he began to thrust, though it was rather not his best performance. He was concentrating far more on how he wanted to guide the spell than on act he was performing. It rather showed by the frustrated groans and humping of the harpy, but he had to try and get this right. Adamos's amused chuckle didn't help the situation either.

"I'd like to see you do better while channeling a spell, you gigantic ass," he shot at the drake. Who unfortunately took that as an invitation.

"No, no, damnit, Adamos, no!"

But it was a futile plea. The harpy clung to him, her flapping wings fouling his arms, her legs clamped around his waist, and her insistent squeezing at his maleness further distracting. And the drake simply stepped forward to stand over him and place a large, clawed forepaw against the middle of his shoulders. The Dragon's Knight cast back a reproachful glance but let out a grudging sigh and flicked his tail to the side. He felt the beast's tip nudge beneath it, leaving a trail of warm slime over his cheeks before letting the long appendage guide him to the hole beneath its base. Cera let out a gasp when Adamos gave a sudden thrust forward to bury the first few inches into him and clenched around it. He had forgotten quite how good that felt. Zephyr was not exactly lacking in the male department, but Adamos was gifted with the size of a draft horse in more ways than one.

The drake's forepaw moved from his shoulders down to cup his hips, then lower to wrap around the harpy, and Cera found himself suddenly rising upwards as Adamos sat back onto his haunches. The knight focused on keeping hold of the avian as the drake took hold with the other forepaw as well and began pressing him downward. It filled him, more than filled him. He squirmed and hugged the harpy tight as he tried to keep his mind on guiding the spell, but the dual sensations of being quite firmly plugged while plugging her at the same time made it rather difficult. He could feel scales forming along her back before shifting back to feather and skin, see her facial features altering and flickering between draconic and humanoid, and he knew that he had to take more active control if the spell were to work as he desired. But then he felt the bulge at Adamos's base pressing against his pucker, the drake adding more and more downward pressure to force it in, the sudden popping sensation as his body's resistance was overcome, and it was all he could do not to lose himself in the pleasurable sensations.

He did the only thing that he could and held the harpy in his mind as he had seen her before removing the hood, as he had perceived her before that, an enslaved prisoner, held against her will, hoping against hope for her freedom, someone who would readily and willingly accept his offer and join her fate to theirs. It was the best that he could manage as Adamos began to pump him along like a masturbatory aid, and he felt the magic slip from his grasp. He was left to focus on the tight, hot flesh clutching around him as his own clutched at the thick, ridged flesh that impaled him, the swiftly building pleasure that forced him towards orgasm before the drake was even half done with him. He let out a blissful cry as he emptied himself into the harpy, but Adamos was relentless. The drake kept on, plunging the bulb at his base in and out, bouncing the Dragon's knight against his much larger sack, rutting Cera as thoroughly as ever he did Evelyn, and the seafoam dragon could do nothing but cling to the avian in his arms as tightly as she clung to him.

Eventually, an indeterminate time later, he finally felt that bulb swell to lock inside him, filling him even more fully as hot, gushing seed began to fill him as well. He was finally able to regain his senses after that while the drake licked and preened at his ear fins. With a disgruntled rumble, he batted away the affectionate nibbles and took the time to examine the harpy as thoroughly as was currently possible.

Thankfully, she seemed quite thoroughly satisfied, her stomach as rounded as his own, filled with spunk that leaked out to stain her tail and his own inner thighs, her head lolling back in a blissful haze. It seemed that she had been only lightly altered at the moment. Her legs had thickened, taking on a more draconic cast, a few scales creeping along her chest and cheeks, the buds of horns poking out from just beneath her hairline, and her eyes gone slitted and golden rather than the classic bloody red of her kind. He could not see any other obvious signs of transformation, which was as he had wanted, though it wasn't until she finally picked her head up to blink at him that he found out if the rest had gone to plan.

"Well, I wasn't a maiden by any stretch, but that's the way you reward a rescuing knight, yes?" she teased, then leaned in to nuzzle at his throat.

Cera heaved a long sigh and hugged her tightly. The relief was so powerful that he could feel tears stinging at the corners of his eyes. Adamos let out a rumble, tugging at the knight's hips, but they were still firmly locked together.

"Meeee next," the drake demanded, and the seafoam dragon cast him another glare, but the harpy merely chuckled.

"Well, wouldn't be the first time I've taken something so large, but the first time the male it was attached to could talk to me. A noble knight's noble mount deserves a reward as well, I suppose, but looks like the knight's the one who's been mounted."

The Dragon's Knight felt his cheeks color a deeper hue as they heated, but there was little he could do to escape his current predicament until the drake's knot deflated. He was quite thoroughly trapped, and he had given permission. It wouldn't do to try and take it back at this juncture.

"Ahem. Yes, my land. That... happens on occasion. You will find that dragons are... rather more free with their physical affection than humans tend to be."

"Ah, well, it'll be nice to do share and share alike then, especially having my own mind while I do it. I'll have you drowning in dragonlets in no time."

Cera blinked. "What?"

"Oh, didn't you want that?" She seemed more confused than hurt. "Don't you know? Harpies breed with just about anything. If they hadn't kept me full of that foul potion, they'd've had more chicks than they knew what to do with. There's an herb that won't drive me mad and will stop the eggs from growing, if that's what you want, but I'd dearly love to raise some chicks properly."

"Well, then." Cera blinked again. "I suppose that solves that problem. Well... But I guess we'll still have to wait to see how the others decide."

And just then a throat was cleared. Cera looked over to see the gnoll hunter he had first met, Gnaw he thought the male was named, who simply offered him a grin and an approving nod. The seafoam dragon sighed again. He supposed there might be less dignified positions to be found in, but he couldn't think of one at that moment.

The End