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Drac's Rule 34 Harem (Reboot)

Chapter 1: A Visit of Pride

By Draconicon

There was something to be said for having powers that were greater than the sum of the average magician and challenged many demi-gods. Draconicon didn't tend to go waving them around in everyone's faces most of the time - for that matter, he tended to prefer to downplay how much he had to keep people from bothering him - but there were times when he had sudden realizations of just how much could be done with them. This was one of those times.

He had been sitting in a corner on the top floor of his skyscraper in the city of Maiyone when the idea struck, and as soon as it did, the relative quiet of the building was shattered.

"...I'm a fucking MORON!"

Draconicon leaped up from his chair, throwing the book over his shoulder. It disappeared into a portal back to the library as he hustled out of his private quarters, making his way into the hallway that led to the monster-vators that, in turn, would take him to the portal rooms further down. He conjured up a tennis ball, throwing it into the open chute, and a wood-floored elevator was lifted to his level, held up by a rope grasped in a large, green-scaled monster's mouth. Catching the ball as it bounced back, he shook it back and forth.

"Ready to play, Betty?"

"Mmmmmm...mmm-hmm!"

"Alright. Fast as you can, portal floor."

"Mmmm!"

And down he went. He had a split-second to see some members of his harem passing by on the floor just below his, most of them with balls of their own in hand. They were probably trying to grab an elevator of their own. Tough titties. He was in a hurry, and with a wave of the ball in his hand - and a little squeak to keep Betty's attention - down they went.

Four stories down from his chambers, he stepped off the wooden platform. The monster whimpered behind him, and he smiled, squeaking the ball thrice more.

"You want the ball?"

"Mmm!"

"You want the ball? Go get it!"

He tossed it back into the shaft, putting as much strength behind it as he could to make sure that it bounced as much as possible. Just like that, Betty chased it back up the elevator shaft, chomping away. The elevator itself fell. Knowing that one of the other monsters on duty would catch it before it hit bottom, he turned his attention to the portal room itself.

It was made of various pairs of rods, each one of a different alchemical make-up. Put the right power into them, and they would open to different worlds. While he could have opened a full portal on his own to wherever he wanted to go, this was cheaper and easier on him, and he knew that it would keep him from utterly collapsing after a couple of castings. Considering what he had in mind, he had plenty that he'd need his power for.

Draconicon walked up to the first pair of rods, running his fingers across them. This one - yes, this would lead to the world that he wanted. He just needed to adjust the spells that he'd put on it before. No need to go back to Paw City right now, and his chief Judge could use one of the other rod pairs for that if there was need. Pushing some of his power down to his fingers, he started running the black flames of his magic up and down the silver rods.

One of the elevator doors open, and a snake poked his head out. A black bow tie rested on the snake's neck, and Draconicon chuckled.

"Here to make sure that I haven't done insane, Zavis?" he asked.

"Something along those lines, sir."

"Nothing of the sort. Just figured out something to kill some time."

"Apart from running the city, Master?"

"The city more or less runs itself at this point, and you guys handle most of that," he said, shaking his head as he dragged patterns of lions and hyenas along the side of the left-most rod. "I need something else to do, or I'll go insane."

"You could simply do us, sir."

"I could, but - and no offense - I've done that. And that just uses up some of my libido, not my...well, my magic."

"Do you need to use it?"

"Makes my life easier if I do."

The black dragon shook his head as he moved to the other pole. It was the problem with anyone with power. The more that you used it, the more that you built it up, like a muscle. The body learned to rebuild that pool of power faster and faster, which meant that you had more to use at any given time. The problem was, eventually you had more than you were readily using, particularly if you built your power up during times of crisis and then went to a time of peace.

The last time that it had built up like this, he had ended up teleporting to the sun and youthening the damn thing. It had been helpful for the universe, admittedly, but having to spend that much extra had been a problem.

"So I can keep the others from worrying, Master, where are you going? And why?"

"The Pride Lands. Anthro one, little further back in the timeline than the main part of the movie."

"You're going to a fictional world?"

"Not that hard. Just gotta blend the lines of fiction and non-fiction together for a while."

"...And why, sir?"

"See, Zavis, this is why you're the butler," he said, draping his power over the other rod, drawing little symbols of lines and circles, stars and raindrops. "You don't really question how or what I'm doing, just the why."

"Thank you for the compliment, sir, but if I could have the why?"

"Just going for some fun. And to be a genie for a bit."

"...A genie, sir?"

"Gotta spend that magic somehow. And besides." He chuckled. "Pretty sure that there are some lions and hyenas that will be more than happy to give me a bit of fun in exchange for a wish or three."

"Well, sir...good luck."

"Thanks. Oh, and Zavis?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Make sure to give Ellyra and Gann a good pounding for me while I'm gone. They miss your touch."

The snake smiled, bowing his head. "It will be done."

"Excellent. Well, I'm off. Good luck with everything while I'm gone."

"I will see to it that everything is well cared for, provided that the others do not become too rambunctious."

They will, the black dragon thought, looking at the portal as it started to form between the two posts. They always do, and they always will. But that's why you choose them, isn't it? They'll never be boring, and they'll always give you something wonderful to come back to.

The dragon smiled to himself. They were good people, and he'd be happy to come back when this was done. Until then, it was time that he treated himself to a vacation. Who knew? Maybe he'd be able to help people this time.

As the portal formed fully, giving him a view of a wide-open savannah with a great, bent rock in the distance, he stepped through. Tingles ran up and down his back, burned hotter, and then faded.

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The portal faded behind him, disappearing into the nether for all eyes, even his. It'd require a spell to find it again, and he took a moment to set the location in his memory.

The edge of a watering hole was something that would be easy enough to find, particularly one that was located right beside a stand of three small trees. The shrubbery was low around him, and the watering hole wasn't currently in use. None of the predator or prey species that called the Pride Lands home were anywhere near, but he could see tracks in the mud, footprints and hoof prints that led to and from. Wildebeests and boar, it looked like, had been the last ones here, and he could see a few footprints that looked like they might have come from crocodiles in the water.

It was right at the edge, though, where mud turned to dust and then faded into the grass, that he saw what he was looking for. A broader, but still long footprint, something that had clawed toes, slightly narrower than a hyena, but with a powerful stride that implied someone that walked around with confidence.

In other words, a lion, or more likely, a lioness. Jackpot.

Nodding to himself, the black dragon walked up to the pool of water. The mud made it a bit murky at the water's edge, but as far as he could tell, there wasn't anything unpleasant waiting below the water. If anything, it was rather comfortable and clean. He leaned forward, looking at himself.

Having left his robe behind in the tower, he was naked as could be. Whether that was a good or bad thing in this particular universe, he didn't know, but he imagined that he'd find out before long. A loincloth might not be a bad idea, though, and he'd have to look through his little storage pocket to find out whether he had one or not.

As for whether he'd fit in while wandering through the Pride Lands...well, that was a different question. The last time that he'd looked in on this particular universe, they didn't have any winged reptiles around, but he supposed he could pose as someone that had come from the Outlands or something like that. Whether they'd buy it was another question.

Course, this is the one time that not being in super-shape turns out to be helpful, he thought, looking at his reflection. Due to sitting in his skyscraper and being served for a while, the layers of muscle that he used to have had been covered by a small layer of chub. Not enough to make him fat, but enough to give him something of a belly and the start of some curves around the hips. Enough to make him look weaker than he actually was, but not enough to take away the natural muscles that most dragons were gifted with.

It'd have to do. He snapped his fingers, black fire leaping from the fingertips and hovering in midair. A portal opened before him, and he reached through it, fumbling blindly through the many things that he kept on the other side. Robes, armor, a rather fancy-feeling silk cloth -

There it was. He pulled a loincloth and leather rope out, and he dragged it around his hips, pulling it as tight as he dared. The loincloth wasn't quite long enough to entirely eclipse his package, which was something of the intent, he had to admit. The way that it ran down along his cock and balls, the way that it more draped over them rather than hid them, was meant to entice others to keep looking and be curious about what might lay beneath. In this land, with his current intentions, that would hopefully make things that little bit easier.

As he pulled the leather cords tighter, he heard a rustle in the grass behind him. He didn't pause in tying the leather off, but he did turn on his heel, as if he was getting ready to leave. He looked around, and due to the way that his eyes were white without pupil or iris, that meant that he could look about without giving away that he was looking around.

There, just out of the corner of his eye. A hyena had already seen him, and the male was already darting off. Probably running off to the elephant graveyard to tell his matriarch that there was something new in the area, someone that they hadn't seen before. That was good; it would make going there later a little easier. He smiled. That would be fun.

As he finished tying off the leather around his waist, he heard something else. Rather than a soft rustle, this one was more of a thud, thud, crash. Not heavy enough to be elephants, but more than a single individual.

And that would be the Pride.

Draconicon walked back to the trees, crossing his arms as he leaned against them. It was time to see just what kind of lions ruled this version of the Pride Lands, and if they were going to be as fun as he thought they would.

The dragon did not have to wait long. In less than a minute, the thudding sounds faded into something quieter, soft steps that faded into nothing. He could have cast a spell that would have made them visible to him, but he put the possibility aside. Better to get used to a smaller amount of magic in this world; after all, he didn't want all of them to know what he could do. That was reserved for the top of the heap.

The dry grass parted in front of him, and from it stepped a lioness. She was not naked, but did not wear much in the way of clothing, either. Wearing a loincloth that was a bit longer than his, as well as zebra-striped leather along her chest that covered her nipples, she looked like a matron. Definitely an older lioness, someone that had been at her prime a few years ago and had been slowly sliding down, relying more on her experience. Oh, the muscles were still there, of course, but while she wasn't sagging, she was definitely going to be fighting to keep up with the younger lionesses now.

Her breasts were surprisingly large, something that he stored away in the back of his head as his eyes flicked up and down. She had the start of a mother's stomach over her hips and curves, and her thighs were still thick with muscle.

Oh, and she was barefoot. That was good; they already did that.

He looked up just in time for her to stop. She crossed her arms, her hips tilting slightly to the side.

"I haven't seen you in the Pride Lands before," she said, her voice just short of accusing him of sneaking in. Just short, and perhaps not even that. "What are you?"

What, not who. The dragon smiled, bowing his head slightly.

"I'm a foreigner, as you might have guessed. I come from a tribe some ways away. Well away from your kingdom."

"Charming, but that doesn't answer my question," she said with a slight smile.

"Well, one must try."

"Yes. And the answer?"

"A flying lizard would probably be the best thing to call me."

"A flying lizard. Then your wings..."

"They can carry me, yes," he said, flaring them out for a moment. The leathery limbs filled the air with a dull thud as they reached full size, only to rattle a bit as he pulled them in tight again. "My name is Drac."

"And I am Sarabi, Queen of the Pride Lands."

That was a relief. He had hit the right time period for this little trip, after all. Simba would be young, if not unborn, and that meant that the revolt and rebellion that Scar had planned would be in its infancy, at best. There was time to start changing things, shifting them around...and probably causing all manner of chaos, if he was honest with himself, but one had to introduce a little chaos to change a predetermined plot.

The dragon nodded. Seeing the signs of the other huntresses crouched in the grass, barely seeing their ears and tails here and there and the slight shift in the grass that marked where they waited, he turned his attention back to Sarabi.

"I would like the chance to speak to you and the King, if you don't mind."

"An outsider asking for an audience?"

"Well, this outsider did draw the attention of the Queen, didn't he?"

"...Heh." Her smile grew slightly. "Well, I suppose he would like to see you, if only to make sure that you're not going to cause trouble."

"I won't."

"You're right. You won't."

The lioness matron gestured ever so slightly, and four more lionesses leaped from the grass. Unlike her, they were bare-breasted, though they still wore loincloths. Like Sarabi, however, they were powerfully muscular, and he could feel that strength through the tight grips that they got on his arms. They pulled them behind his back, pulling out leather straps and binding his wrists together.

Through it all, he didn't let a reaction show on his face. He just cocked his head to the side.

"You know, this isn't really necessary."

"After my mate put down the hyenas, we're not taking any chances. The Pride Lands have to be preserved."

Yes, and putting other species down is a grand way to do that...

Not that he would say that just yet. The pride was his first stop, but there were many others in this land that would be visited, as well. He looked forward to seeing Shenzi, but for now, he'd focus on the pleasures of the lionesses and the two brothers that led them. He wondered, if only idly, if Scar had become so...detached...just yet.

Shrugging as his arms were bound, he let himself be led forward. The sight of nearly-naked lioness ass was more than enough to make the trip worth it.

Best of all, there were more of them when he arrived at Pride Rock. Some of them hadn't bothered putting on their leathers yet, and he wondered if they kept themselves nude when they were around the rock. It would make sense, he supposed; they didn't need to be modest around themselves.

As they approached, Drac glanced at the lionesses at his sides. They had stayed close for the entire march across the savannah, and it had clearly had some effects on them. His pheromones and natural musk offered him some unfair advantages with other species, and one of those was an effect on the minds and bodies of others. It could range anywhere from a simple flush of arousal in his presence to full control over someone else's mind, depending on how strong the dose of his pheromones was and how long a time it was taken in. The lionesses had been standing very close to him for the hour-long walk across the hot savannah to Pride Rock, and they were definitely showing some of the signs of it.

One was half-leaning on him, not quite draping herself against his shoulder, but not far off from it, either. Her nostrils flared ever so often, taking in the scent of him, and she groaned under her breath when she did. Her nipples were hard, too, not something that one would normally see in such a hot clime. The other was holding out a bit better, but her thoughts were obviously elsewhere.

Of course, neither held a candle to the Queen of the Pride Lands, who walked ahead of him. He smiled slightly at the dusty, slightly muddy footprints that she left on the rocks as she walked ahead, and followed behind her without a word.

Eventually, they stepped into the blessed shade of the inner part of Pride Rock. With another gesture, Sarabi had the lionesses escorting him let him go, and he followed her alone. They reached the depths of the great structure, and he finally had a chance to see the King of the Pride Lands himself.

The white-eyed dragon smiled at the lion king leaning back on his stone throne. It was more of a boulder that pushed out slightly from the back of the cavern, but it had enough of a back to stand out compared to the wall itself. Drac's eyes went up and down his body, looking down at his muscular chest, his thick shoulders, and the thicker hair that ran down his chest to his stomach and seemed to continue through to go beneath the loincloth. There was a definite bulge down there, but he flicked his eyes back up rather than tempt himself further by going down the King's legs.

As Sarabi approached her monarch and mate, the black dragon glanced towards the shadows at the side of the throne. Standing just out of sight of the average eye was a second male, a lion that loomed in the darkness with just the barest hint of a glinting eye. He smiled slightly. That would be Scar, then, watching in secret.

"So, you're the newcomer, then," Mufasa said, cocking his head to the side. The lion chuckled. "I can see why the cheetahs ran so far and so fast after seeing you. You are a strange one, aren't you?"

"Well, that's one way to describe me, I suppose."

"And accurate, heh. What brings you here, strange one?"

"Helping, mostly."

"Helping? And what do you think that I need help with?"

"I think you might call it family matters."

There was a little start from the shadows, and the dragon chuckled. The lions looked at one another. Rather, Mufasa and Sarabi did, while the other narrowed his eyes from behind the throne.

"Let's cut to the chase, shall we?" Draconicon asked, flexing his arms. A little twist, and the leather that they'd wrapped around his wrists snapped. Sarabi jumped at that, leaping into a defensive pose, while the king sat up a little straighter on his throne. The dragon smiled. "Don't worry. It's just a demonstration."

"Yes...but a demonstration of what is the question?" the king asked. "What do you want, then?"

"Like I said, to help you. Whether that's with family matters, your land's resources, or dealing with some enemy that you've had for a while, I'm here to offer some aid. Consider me a wandering adventurer, if you like."

He knew that they were rather startled, still, though the king was doing a good job of feigning just how shocked he was. The only one that seemed to be more curious than taken aback was Scar, and that, he imagined, was only because the lion considered himself safe in the shadows. Draconicon shook his head. He'd have to break the other lion of that.

However, in the meantime, he brought his attention back to the royal couple. Sarabi was not looking particularly happy. Probably because he'd broken out of the restraints that had supposedly made him 'safe.' He sighed.

"Look. Let me demonstrate."

The dragon lifted his hand and concentrated. With little more than a thought, he conjured the black flames of his magic around his hand. They spread along his fingers like tendrils, then like snakes. With a twitch of his mind, he sent them flinging forward, almost reaching the throne, only to pull back at the last second, called back to his other hand. He tossed the fires from hand to hand, all while Mufasa watched with interest, Scar with powerful intent, and Sarabi with caution.

"I have magic, as you can see. Let's see...that rock would be a good start."

Picking out a fist-sized stone that rested on the ground, he lobbed the ball of black fire at it. As soon as it made contact, the rock shimmered, softened, and then changed color. It went from dull gray to bright red, turning in an instant from a rock to an apple. Twisting his hand around, he floated it to the queen.

"From stone to food, Sarabi," he said.

"...How..."

"It would be a very dull subject to try and explain. Suffice it to say that I plan on staying here for a short time, and I am willing to give you and your king, and perhaps others, the use of my powers while I'm here. I can do pretty much anything that you can imagine, so...keep that in mind."

The shadowy figure of Scar was already sliding away. He imagined that there was a secret passage behind the throne, something that allowed the other lion to come and go as he pleased. He'd be seeing that one later, and probably hearing a great deal about his ambitions and what he wanted out of this. Not that he was going to get all of them, the dragon had already decided. He was here for fun, not for destruction.

Now that they were alone, however, he turned his attention more fully on the king. He put out the fires of magic on his hand, and lowered it back to his side.

"You, of course, have already guessed that I will have a price for this, Your Majesty."

"Yes. Everything has its price."

"Indeed. And mine...is merely fun."

"...Fun?" Mufasa asked.

"Yes. Fun. With the lionesses, and yourself."

The lion chuckled, shaking his head slowly as his mane flopped back and forth. The monarch folded his hands over his loincloth with a small smile.

"I can't say that I expected someone so bold to come to Pride Rock and demand not only my lionesses for his pleasure, but myself, as well."

"What can I say? I know what I'm worth."

"Worth the bodies of my females? Or myself?"

"If you think about it for a moment, Your Majesty, you'll see that I'm right."

The dragon smiled, bowing his head to the two members of royalty. He knew that it would turn his way, eventually. They lived on a savannah, and they were trying to hold things together in a way that would be ultimately untenable without outside help. The 'alliance' of the different species would eventually falter without something to keep them together, not to mention the different problems that would come up in the future.

The burden of knowing how a story plays out. Then again, the pleasure of knowing how to change it.

It wasn't until he saw Sarabi idly stroking a finger along the front of her belly, though, that he realized just when he had come in. A slow smile crossed his face, and he gave the king and queen one more gentle bow of the head.

"I can even grant you whatever child you wish."

That, finally, got their attention. Mufasa and Sarabi whipped their heads around to look at him, and for the first time, the king's gentle smile started to fade.

"How did you know?"

"I pay attention. I haven't seen any males besides your...brother? Advisor?" he said, playing dumb. "The one that was watching from the shadows. But he obviously isn't your heir, and that means that you still haven't had one. I'm going to guess that you've been having more lionesses than lions, and at least one of you is scared that you're not going to have one in time to raise him properly.

"That's where I come in, if you would have it. My magic will not only ensure that you get the heir you want, but it will make sure that you get exactly the heir you want. No more, no less. Exactly what you want, exactly the son that you need. And the cost need not be paid until after Her Majesty is pregnant."

That bombshell should keep them thinking for a while, he thought as he watched them stare at one another. He bowed his head one more time, turning on his heel.

"Where are you going?" Mufasa asked.

"To the surface. I believe you two have much to discuss, and I imagine that you'd like some privacy to do it."

"...You are perceptive, stranger." The lion chuckled. "I'll send one of the lionesses when we've finished talking about it."

"I'll be waiting."

Sitting on the edge of the rock, the dragon adjusted his loincloth to make things a little more comfortable. Not much more - there really wasn't much one could do with hot rock and meager cloth - but enough so that he wasn't getting his cock and balls all tied up or tangled or sat on. Better than nothing, at the very least.

It didn't take long for some of the lionesses to start wandering over to him. None of them were brave enough to talk to him, or at least, they didn't seem to want to talk to him. Instead, they would stare for a while, then lean in a bit in his direction and sniff the air. Every time they did, he saw a slight 'pop' in their chest, nipples hardening and other things getting stiff at the scent of him and his pheromones. They'd blush, pull back, and the cycle would begin anew as the gossip spread through the Pride.

They'll be wanting more than a sniff, soon enough, he thought. Not that it would go well for me if Mufasa found out that I was doing this, but...well, it could be worse.

Leaning back on one hand, he idly fondled himself beneath his loincloth, shifting his cock from side to side a few times, rubbing it against the inside of the leather cloth. He worked himself to a half-hard state, then let go again, not truly aroused enough to get himself off.

Besides, he could feel someone else making his way around the Rock to him. From the feelings he got when he extended his magic towards the new presence, he was all but sure that it was Scar.

He let himself get a little more comfortable, dangling his legs a little further down. The dark presence that was the king's brother was approaching from below, which meant that there was likely going to be a threat made. Perhaps to throw him off the Rock if he didn't listen, or something like that. The dragon smiled at the thought. A few challenges certainly would make this more interesting.

Just as he expected, something grabbed his ankle in a tight grip. He could feel the claws at the end of slender fingers digging into his scales, and he allowed it to drag him forward by a half inch or so, just enough for his balls to start hanging over the edge of the Rock. Draconicon smiled slightly, digging his claws into the stone below him to hold tight.

"Do you like playing risky games, stranger?" a low, velvety voice whispered up to him.

"You can't get anywhere without some level of risk."

"Ah, but to demand the bodies of royalty, that takes some bravery...or some foolishness. I wonder which it is with you."

"I suppose the only way to find out is to indulge yourself."

The fingers around his ankle tightened for a moment, then relaxed. So, Scar was slightly tempted, then. Perhaps more than slightly, as the silence implied some hesitation, some consideration, but the tightness meant that he had been offended, as well.

Pride and pragmatism fighting each other. About what I expected.

He let his other leg sway as he looked out at the Pride Lands. The whole place was likely doomed if he didn't do something about Scar. Once Simba was born - and whether Sarabi and Mufasa went with his deal or not, he would be - the delicate balance of power was going to shift. Right at the moment, Scar seemed to be equal enough with his brother. With an heir, and thus a continuation of the male line, there would be no way for Scar to maintain anything more than secondary power, and likely not even that.

Once Simba was born, everything would change, and Scar would start planning his coup. If, on the other hand, he was able to inject something that offered something in the way of an alternative...

"I saw you in the shadows," he said, keeping his voice low. "I doubt that you were there for your health."

"Hardly. My brother is not...best suited for decisions, at times."

"Such as this one, where he might discard something that would give him what he needs, or what you want?"

"Hmmm, you see more than most, stranger," the other lion muttered, a claw tracing its way along the dragon's sole. If it had been any lighter, it would have tickled, but he could tell that Scar was using it more as a way to try and threaten him.

Truth be told, it was sexy rather than fearsome. He kept the chuckle from his voice, though, and pushed his cock down a bit against his thigh as the lion continued muttering to him.

"I will advise my brother to keep you around, if you will do me a favor later," Scar said. "As valuable as your services would be, I will not lower myself to the same level as my brother and his lionesses."

"A moderate favor, and no more."

"Then it is done."

The claws released his leg, and he felt the darkness sliding away. He shook his head, looking towards the distance again. This was going to be a most interesting game, he had to admit. Settling in for a short time would make for a rather...different sort of life than he was used to, but to set up for the long game, to get the sort of fun he wanted, it would be worth it.

It won't be long until I'm swimming in pleasure, he thought, looking around at the lionesses. No matter how much Scar thinks he'll be calling the shots, it won't be long until his preferences start changing, as well.

He had no illusions about Scar trying to manipulate him, trying to turn him from a top to a bottom. That was fine; he was a switch, and with all the magic that he could bring to bear, it would be easy to keep that at power bottom levels. Besides, variety was the spice of life.

After all, wasn't that why he was here in the first place?

The End

Summary: Draconicon, bored of the standard stuff back at home, decides to start flipping around the universe again. This time, however, he's aiming for the fictional universes, and plans on fiddling with plot and kink to have a different sort of fun.

Tags: M/M, F/solo, the lion king, anthro lion king, barefoot, breasts, musk, pheromones, Scar, Sarabi, Mufasa, lionesses, lion, dragon, Draconicon, rule 34, nudity, series, cock, erection,