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[b][u][center]Summer’s Smoke Heating Up

For Engy

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Logan hadn’t settled on his super-name yet, but he had found that he enjoyed using it. There was something about disappearing, reappearing, and taking control of others that was altogether too fun, and he loved seeing the sheer shock on someone’s face when he started fucking with them. The fact that he had nearly created a flight of dragons six times this week only made it better for him.

Today was going to be the day. He had found a college dorm that was stuffed full of students, all hanging out to distract themselves from the heat. Humans, mostly, though he had been informed there were some wolves at the far end of the dorms. Didn’t matter, really. He could do what he wanted, and there wouldn’t be anyone to stop him.

The smoke-gray dragon sat just above the alley-entrance to the dorms, the spot where the building connected to the other big places like the admin building and the library. There was a small set of walkways back there, but only one person in them. Everything else was shut down while that one person did…whatever it was they were doing. Didn’t matter to Logan. What mattered was that the door was open, and he chuckled as he heard the voices coming out.

“Alright, boys. You might not know it, but today’s your last day as humans. Let’s see how you like being dragons.”

“Did someone hear something?” one of the students said just inside.

“Musta been the wind.”

“I’m just going to check. Hang on.”

Logan grinned all the more. They were making it so easy.

A young man, perhaps just hitting twenty-one years old, stepped out of the dorms. He had short black hair, he was probably just under five and a half feet tall, and he stank of weed. Just fine for the dragon. He smiled and leaned forward, puffing out a thick ring of gray smoke.

The student started coughing, sputtering and waving his arms. As he did, Logan could already feel the link between them. Simple and firm, the young man’s thoughts flicking back to him. The link between the smoke dragon and the human had been established with the first breath, and with each subsequent breath that the human - some kid named Jake - took, he became more and more Logan’s tool.

“That’s it…breathe it in.”

He puffed out another smoke ring, and another. Each time he did, the clueless, stoned student took another breath in. It was more than just connecting them. He could [i]see[/i] what the college kid was thinking about. Pussy, mostly, but with a hint of dick in the back of that stoned-out imagination. He had been drinking, puffing, and was getting ready for his first big college party where he planned to get laid.

Well, that was going to happen, though not the way that he thought.

Logan chuckled as similar gray scales to his own started to run up and along Jake’s cheeks, pushing out from his lips and along his jawline, and then up towards his eyes. By the time Jake had finished coughing, he had a face that was half-scaled, horns poking out of his hair, and the beginning of a snout.

Good enough for him. Logan hopped down, hitting the ground with a loud thump, and threw an arm over the human’s shoulder.

“Hey. Looking for a master, kid?”

“Huh? Wha -”

“Looks like you need a little more convincing.”

He saw the shock on Jake’s face and wasn’t surprised. After all, a big dragon in the buff hopping down and grabbing you around the shoulders? Who wouldn’t be a little shocked and confused? It was like getting a face-full of dick for the first time. No-one really expected it to happen and they weren’t ready when it did.

He tilted Jake’s scaly face to his and breathed out again. Another long puff of smoke, and once more, it had its effect. As it washed down Jake’s growing muzzle, it helped him shift further, and by the time that it faded, the stoned young man had already lost his worries. He grinned, nodding.

“Hey, man, you looking for a helper?”

“You bet I am,” Logan said. “You gotta get naked for that, though. No dragon wears clothes.”

“No dragon wears clothes…”

“Yeah, so get outta yours.”

“Yeah…outta my clothes.”

He laughed. It was too easy, way too easy, but that was the fun part of having these powers. Taking over his opponents and anyone else that caught his eye just meant that he could have more fun with them in the long term. He leaned back against the doorway as he watched the once-human strip down, taking off pants that no longer fit, releasing a stub of a tail and -

“Yeah, doing pretty good there, man,” he said, nodding at Jake’s cock as it flopped out. Not doing bad at all. Nine inches over a nice, hefty set of balls. He used his tail to jiggle them a bit, and the new minion giggled.

“Mmm, that feels good.”

“Yeah, it does. Fuck yeah, it does.”

“Heh, can I -”

“Later. First, let’s get the rest of your friends, huh?”

“Oh, yeah. You need a lot of helpers, master?”

“Lots and lots…”

Giggling, Jake nodded and took the lead, heading back into the dorms. It was a short hallway that led to the main one, and most of the students were already gathered out of their rooms and socializing. It was a perfect set-up for someone like him.

They had barely turned to face him when Logan stretched out his wings and poofed into smoke. Black-gray fumes filled the corridor, spreading in lines here and there. Everyone nearby got several lung-fulls of him before they stopped freaking out, and those that were further back weren’t safe, either. Those at the far ends of the hall were buzzed on his smoke within a breath, and they failed to realize that they should probably be running.

The smoke cloud that was Logan drifted through the hallway, feeding one person after another the lungfuls of transformative smoke that would turn them into his creatures. Even as gas, he was able to feel and fondle them as he went by, and he grinned as he felt throbbing cocks and dripping tips. He encouraged that, teasing them with fumes of black smoke that went down pants and up shorts, sending heat to cocks and warmth to assholes, just to keep them all in the mood.

By the time that he reached the other end of the hall, everyone was at least half his creature already. They moaned as they fell back against the nearest wall to them, panting and feeling their faces as their muzzles and snouts grew out. Some that had taken more than a few breaths were already gray-scaled, showing the signs of early wing growth and more, while others were barely more than dusted with scales from taking less of him in.

But it was enough. He could feel all of them, his senses connected to each and every student down the hall. Laughing like a dragon altogether too proud of his hoard, he reached out his hands and clenched them into fists. The whole crowd moaned as they arched their backs, thrusting their hips forward. The bulges on display grew, and grew, and grew, filling out and throbbing as he took possession of their bodies, their libidoes, everything that a proud dragon could want of his minions.

“Hehehehehe…that’s it…grow…grow and be perfect.”

The power of his smoke was great. He had trained it over the course of a full year, testing out its various powers. He could teleport, darting from place to place as gas that was impossible to hit. He could infest and control others, transforming them into weaker versions of himself. He could even go fully to smoke and slide into someone’s body, possessing them and gradually transforming them, piece by piece, into an exact copy.

His powers were great, and now, he would have an army that would carry out his will. The city would tremble at his might. The world would see him as someone to reckon with. Everyone would -

Whiiiiiiirr.

His laughter cut off in less than a second at the sucking mechanical sound that transitioned into a more forceful push. He whipped his head around to see slots in the wall just behind him, and his eyes widened as he felt the air rolling through it.

“No…no, no, no!”

But even as he screamed in defiance, the air conditioner kicked on, blowing at full speed. Logan screamed as his wings broke down, and then his arms. He strained against it as his body was blown away like so much smoke, his tail unraveling as he snarled and snapped at the air conditioning vent.

“This wasn’t supposed to happeeeeeeeeeeeeeen…”

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The smoke dragon re-integrated himself several minutes later, having been blown out the windows and down the street from the college campus. He sat on the rooftop of a more isolated, insulated building as he watched the air-conditioning tech drive off from the college dorm, glaring at the van.

“I’m an idiot…”

It was the one weakness to his power. Being smoke, it meant that he didn’t hold together very well, and a strong breeze could send him away. For that matter, a box fan set on high could break him down completely and blow him out of the building. As soon as the air conditioning had kicked in, he hadn’t had a chance.

He kicked the vent openings at the top of the building in annoyance, sitting down. So much for building a minion army that easily. He should have expected it to be harder, but it had felt so good…

Well, Logan knew he’d do better next time. Next time, he’d make sure that there was not a ventilation system to worry about, or some tech in the back alley installing a new system. Next time, he’d get his minions.

Next time.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A smoke dragon tries his first real super-villain action.

Tags: M/M, Transformation, Nudity, Molestation, Groping, Smoke, Dragon, Human, Cock Growth, Exposure, Superpowers, Super Villain, Supervillain,