{"sf1_id":591562,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Gentleman Drake","author":"The Wizened Raconteur","words":3792,"posted_at":"2013-09-17T19:08:00.000Z","tags":["Dragon","Hare","Horse","Human","M/F"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/591562-gentleman-drake","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/591562","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=591562\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#12 of Robbin Red\n\nThe smell of singed hare? No, not today. But something is going on. Also, if you're reading this, I left out part of the story, that has now been replaced. Sorry","content":"\u0026nbsp; He awoke some time later, when exactly he couldn't tell, with cramped shoulders  \nand stiff legs. He went to shift, to allow blood to his limbs, and at the same  \ntime to stretch his wings. For some reason his wings didn't respond. He opened  \nhis eyes and went a bit dizzy. The room was now huge! But he had been here  \nbefore, in this sort of situation that is. If the room looked huge, it was most  \nlikely because he was small. His wings didn't respond because presently he  \ndidn't have any. He was back to being human, leastwise from the appearance of  \nhis hands he was clenching in front of his face. He only mildly wondered what  \nhappened to the huge amount of food that had been in his gut. Magic generally  \ntook care of such small details. He didn't even look around the room for the  \nsource of his transformation.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Hello Sybeele. I heard you came by earlier. I didn't expect to see you for a few days  \nat least. What's the special occasion?\" He heard large feet stamp the floor in  \ndisgust. \"How the hell does everyone know when I'm around?\" He sat up.  \nUnsurprisingly, he was naked. His old favorite outfit had been shredded many  \ntimes before. He would recreate again when he could.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I'm back to being me, or as much as it's me after all these years. Since it was you  \nwho turned me into a dragon, I figured only you can turn me back. Therefore,  \nyou had to be here. Not that I mind, but what's so special about today that  \nyou'd be done being mad at me already? You were pretty pissed!\" She hopped over  \nto sit on the floor in front of him. \"You're an idiot. Too bad you're an idiot  \nI'm in love with. Sometimes you do these incredible things, and then again, you  \ngo and do something off the wall and dangerous. I can't figure you out!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp; He looked down at his nakedness. \"Would you mind, uh, dressing me up a little?\"  \nShe blinked. He looked back down at himself and shook his head. \"Seriously? A  \ntutu? You seem a little flighty with your use of my power!\" She snickered and  \nblinked again. This time he was in a black robe, like acolytes and monks wore.  \nHe sighed again but kept his mouth shut. Who knows what the next choice would  \nbe?\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"My dearest husband, I wanted to come down and tell you I still love you, despite  \nyour idiotic ways. It's a wonder you didn't kill most of those people in the  \nplaza. As it was, I had to mitigate much of what you did. The form you're in  \nwasn't a punishment, leastwise not at first. It was the quickest thing I could  \nthink of to help. Once I transformed you, it seemed an appropriate prison to  \nstick you in until you learned your lesson. I intend to put you back in it when  \nI'm done showing you I still love you.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; He got her meaning. He was a little pissed himself. \"So, my favorite furry female;  \njust like that I'm supposed to assent to bedding you, just because you want it?  \nI already know you love me, and I love you in return, but I don't like playing  \ngames. Huntchy even has noticed you act a little funny. I would use the words  \nmanipulative and evasive and uncharacteristic. But then again, I have only been  \nreunited with you for a short while. Still, it seems much has changed about you  \nbesides your physical growth and your changes. Would you care to explain?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp; A little electricity sparked between her ears, like some arcane device from an  \nold horror movie. She got right into his face. \"Look mister, you have no idea  \nwhat I consented to do to be here with you!\" He wasn't put off by her manner.  \n\"You're right, I don't. So enlighten me!\" She sat back. \"I can't. Not now  \nanyways. But I will tell you at some point. I never realized that horse was as  \nsmart as he was. His dumb act was pretty convincing. I'll need to keep an eye  \nout when he's around. I don't need him getting wise to me before things have  \nhad a chance to work out.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; Jon-Tom was getting exasperated. \"What things work out? I assume it's something Eve put  \nyou up to. If she is making you do something against your will, I'll have it  \nout with her.\" Sybeele leaned forward and kissed him. \"I'm sure you would. But  \nI made a choice and I'm sticking with it. I'd love to tell you about it, but  \nI've gone and mixed in some of my own foibles. To tell you now would spoil the  \nwhole thing. You'll just have to trust me.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp; He lay back on the floor. \"Trust you? I do trust you, but you don't trust yourself I  \nthink. It's hard for me to go along with whatever it is you think you have to  \ndo without me knowing anything about it. I feel that neither you nor Eve would  \ndo anything bad, but on the other hand, I feel you both have agendas I don't  \nfully comprehend. It tends to make me nervous. Since you have my power, I don't  \nunderstand why you're so reluctant to use it. Are you afraid of doing something  \nawful?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp; She leaned back in and kissed him. \"No, it's not that. Let's just say I'm saving it  \nfor a better use. And as for my changes; well, they're apparently a necessity.  \nI use the magic sparingly because I feel I need to.\" She made a point of  \nshowing off her dress. \"Like this. You have no idea how difficult it is to  \nconstantly have to figure out what to wear every other day. Occasionally you  \nget lucky and find a form that happens to fit in your clothes. But it is nice  \nto be able to make what you need, and then make it go away. Otherwise my closet  \nwould be overflowing! Today I decided to make something special.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; He\u0026nbsp;grinned at her. \"My dear, you would make a flour sack look special. You hardly  \nneed clothes to enhance your beauty!\" She about melted into a puddle. There  \nwere times he was just perfect. She stood. \"Boy oh boy, you know how to make  \nthings tough on a girl! Close your eyes while I slip into something less  \nconstraining.\" He complied. He heard a rustling of skirts. A slight smell of  \nozone wafted past his nose. \"OK. I guess you can open them now.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp; There she was, the loveliest little rabbit, or should he say hare, standing there  \ndevoid of clothing. Her dress was on the floor, a pile of fabric and silk  \nflowers. She actually managed to look cute and timorous. He held out his hand  \nand she grasped it. Her paw was as smooth as silk, perhaps even smoother than  \nthe material of her dress. \"Well, well, well, don't you look fetching? Clothing  \ncan hide so much that should be adored and enjoyed.\" She tittered. \"Thank you  \nso much! I hope this body is as pleasing to you as all the others have been!\"  \nHe was fairly certain it would.\n\n\u0026nbsp; He was going to ask her whether or not she really wanted to get it on here on the cold  \nhard floor when he saw the bed from the corner of his vision. It had not been  \nthere a moment ago. The smell of ozone, which often came with using magic, must  \nhave been from her making this appear. It was pretty, for a bed, much like his  \nold one back at the tree. It seemed like a lot of trouble for a one time use,  \nbut hey, who was he to argue with the whims of a lady? If she wanted to make  \nlove under a bower of wooden branches and leaves, who was he to argue?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; He picked her up, and she fell into his embrace with the willingness of a girl in  \nlove. He was really sorry about the trouble he had caused, and was glad she was  \nwilling to forgive his momentary stupidity. He set her on the bed and pulled  \noff the robe she had placed on him. Despite the fur on her face, a blush was  \nvisible on her cheeks. Even her ears grew red on the inside. One thing was certain;  \nhis wife could certainly get excited about making love. He wished he was more  \nnaïve when it came to it; too many partners and too many years later had tended  \nto dull his fascination with it a bit. It was nice to have someone who found it  \nso novel. He hoped she never grew as jaded as he had become.\n\n\u0026nbsp; She quivered at his slightest touch. When his fingers go down to between her legs,  \nshe was vibrating in place. When they worked their way inside, she arched her  \nback and let out a little cry. These forms seemed to affect her differently,  \nbut he was in no position to question her reactions. As long as she liked what  \nhe did, he would do it. Ten minutes later she was panting frantically. There  \nwas a wet spot on the sheets. By then, he was ready to get his own dose of  \npleasure. He had already wisely adapted himself to fit her new form, guessing  \nshe wasn't likely to fix matters herself. His fingers told him she was going to  \nbe a tight fit, but then most females not of the quadruped variety were a snug  \nfit for him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; He got in place, lined up and pushed. Even as diminished as he had made his manhood,  \nshe was still difficult to enter. He pushed in firmly, but gently, knowing full  \nwell she would likely take whatever abuse he gave. He didn't want to think of  \nsuch a thing as they were doing as abuse. He worked it in slowly until he was  \nin as far as he could go. She was quivering around his cock with intensely  \nerotic vibrations. It dawned on him belatedly that there had been no hymen.  \nWell, that was good. He hardly needed blood ruining the beauty of her lovely  \nfur.\n\n\u0026nbsp; She likely wouldn't have noticed, nor cared, though he was pretty certain she would  \nappreciate any precautions he took. She was enraptured with the feeling present  \ncoursing through her body, starting low and spreading out to the tips of her  \nlong ears. She enveloped his body in her arms, her finger tips barely reaching  \nto touch across his backbone. Her ears seemed to have a life of their own,  \ntheir tips caressing his face and cheeks. Her fur was as soft as any he had  \nencountered, even that of a certain arctic fox he had once bedded. But her  \ninsides were as tight and rigid as any untapped hole, which, considering that  \neach form was fresh and new, was exactly that.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; She was a little more dreamy than normal, though that word hardly had a good definition  \nanymore. Normal? That ship had sailed decades ago, maybe even a century ago.  \nBut heck, who wanted to be normal? Normality was for wimps. Normality was for  \nthose deluded enough to accept what others termed as acceptable. If she was  \nenjoying herself, then good. He always did, even after all of these many  \npassing years. Of course, he was back to being young again. The hormones were  \nat their highest levels at this age. No point in wasting them!\n\n\u0026nbsp; He chided himself for thinking when he should be enjoying, but old habits die  \nhard, even when one was young again. He gave up his mental pursuits in favor of  \nhis present physical one. It was just as well, for she was trying,  \nunsuccessfully, to stifle a scream of passion that probably hurt her ears more  \nthan it did his. His body joined in with hers as she came. It took three more  \nrounds before she seemed satisfied.\n\n\u0026nbsp; It was still early in the day. He knew this from the sunlight streaming in though the  \nwindow. It dawned on him belatedly that perhaps the curtains should have been  \npulled, but then again, who was likely to be peaking in during the day? As they  \nlay there wrapped up in each other's arms, he did hear faint voices from  \noutside. He poked her awake. \"I think perhaps we had best go outside. I think I  \nhear Huntchy, and he seems to be raising his voice now and again.\" She smiled  \nfor a moment until what he said sunk in.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You can't go outside looking like that. Everyone thinks you're a dragon. If you go  \nout like that, they'll know something is going on. I think it best if you get  \nchanged back into a dragon for now; don't you?\" He pulled her in close. \"You  \nknow, wife of mine, sometimes you act so weird. You change me to a dragon, then  \nchange me back so you can have a fling, then decide I should be a dragon again.  \nDo as you see fit.\" He closed his eyes in preparation for the transformation.  \nHe felt her weight shift off the bed, a quick shuffle, and then the bed  \nsplintered under his former weight and mass. In the next instant even the  \ncrushed bed had vanished.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Sybeele was standing there, back in her dress, looking quite lovely. Her smile was all  \nthe adornment he needed. \"Hello!\" she called up to him. \"Are you feeling a bit  \nmore fired up?\" He puffed a cloud of smoke in her direction. \"Me fired up? It  \nwas you who made our little tryst possible. It seems to me you were the one all  \nfired up!\" She merely giggled.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You seem to be right. A crowd has gathered outside. I think perhaps it has  \nsomething to do with the enormous carcass you dragged up from the sea and  \ndeposited outside. The thing is worth a king's ransom, so I am told. Shall we  \ngo out and settle matters?\" She undid the latch, and he pushed the doors open  \nwith his head. Smoke rolled out as the exited. A knot of town folk hastily  \nbacked up. Their attention went from the fish skeleton to the dragon. It seems  \nthey had short memories when it came to what had happened to their mayor.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Hello everyone,\" he said with just a touch of smoke leaking from the corners of his  \nmouth. \"I gather you've come to see my trophy from today's fishing expedition.  \nI hadn't a clue it was more than just my morning meal. I was informed that its  \nmouth is filled with a ransom in teeth. I can assure you that they will be  \nextracted with care and stored until such time as I,\" he trailed off for a  \nsecond, \"until I decide how to properly dispose of them.\" Huntchy sighed with  \nrelief.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"You see! I told you he had plans for them. Now get the hell off my property! Unless  \nof course you'd like to discuss things further with our kind and understanding  \nmayor?\" People were already backing away. He almost felt bad, but he had no  \nintention of giving anything away until he learned more about it. If he gave  \naway one, then everyone would demand one. This thing had a lot of teeth in its  \nmouth, but not that many!\n\n\u0026nbsp; As the crowd parted, Huntchy noticed the hare. \"Well my good lady, how is the weather  \nthis time of year in Choltus?\" Sybeele frowned a little. \"Choltus? I've never  \nbeen to Choltus, so how should I know?\" The horse stared at her for a moment.  \n\"Forgive me. I was mistaken.\" He turned his attention to the dragon. \"Gentleman  \nDrake, if you would be so kind, please pull the teeth out of that thing and  \nkindly fly it to the dump, or the sea, or where ever you deem it will not stink  \nup my property. I may have played the part of the fool but that I am not.\u0026nbsp; In another day, this will be covered in flies  \nand maggots! I am wise enough to know that will not go over well with my  \nneighbors.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; The dragon complied. He sat down, propped by his tail, and meticulously extracted  \nthe teeth. It was a bit gruesome, yet oddly satisfying. After an hour, he had a  \npile of teeth that looked like the spilled contents of an armory. He pushed the  \npile inside and attended to the carcass. His nose detected that odd smell of  \nozone again, but nothing had happened. All was as it was. He whispered to  \nSybeele. \"I don't suppose you might consider making this thing vanish?\" She glanced  \nat him with a worried look. \"Uh, I don't think I should. Besides, I think Pollwac  \nis interested in it. I think; that is, I overheard him discussing it earlier.\n\n\u0026nbsp; Pollwac. Pollwac. The name was only vaguely familiar. She enlightened him. \"Pollwac is  \nthe guild leader for the healer's hall. His guild also studies different  \nbiologies and body forms. They have never had even a skeleton of a  \nNa-pa-ka-luh-ba to study. I would suggest you carry it to the guild hall and  \nmake it a gift. Even with the teeth gone, I'm sure they'll just love having it.  \nAnd then it will be their responsibility in dealing with it. Jon-Tom wasn't  \nalways a fool. \"Done!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; She led the way, followed closely behind by an enormous dragon carrying a fish carcass  \nin his mouth. He looked amusingly like a cat stealing away with the fish bones  \nfrom the trash heap.\u0026nbsp; As they wound their  \nway along the streets and avenues, they gathered a following of curious  \nonlookers. Some had not yet seen the transformation their new mayor had  \nundergone. Heck, some hadn't even seen him as a human yet. Now he was plodding  \ndown the street, carrying the skeleton of an enormous fish, being led by a  \ndainty hare. It was both intriguing and comical.\n\n\u0026nbsp; But Master Pollwac was not amused. He was awe stuck. The dragon spit the remains  \nout on the street in front of the guild hall, but the old armadillo only had  \neyes for him. He took off his glasses, and peered up at the monstrous form. He  \nbravely walked up and ran his gnarled fingers over the sharp scales. He even  \nreached up and yanked a dangling whisker. It was only then that it dawned on  \nhim that the thick ropy cord was attached to a living entity. He stepped back  \nand mumbled an apology.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"I'm so sorry Lord Mayor. None of us in the healer's hall have ever seen a dragon. Even  \na transformed person such as yourself will do in a pinch. I would be keen to  \nstudy your physiology if that wouldn't interfere with your schedule!\" He was  \nalmost pleading, like a child. Jon-Tom looked down his nose at the little  \narmored creature. He had the irreverent thought that if he blasted him with  \nflame; he would probably cook up nicely in that thick scaly shell. He shook his  \nhead to clear the thought.\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"My dear Pollwac, I have no aversion to being studied. However, I am here to  \ndeliver another prize; this skeleton from a; a, well, from one hell of a  \nshark!\" The armadillo pulled his glance to the side, seeing for the first time  \nthe oversized fish skeleton. He stuttered. \"Is that, that, that thing, the  \nbones of a Napakaluhba?\" He poked around the thing for a moment, hardly waiting  \nfor an answer. \"If it is, what has happened to its teeth?\" The hare was quick  \nto explain where they went. Pollwac accepted it with less than polite grace.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Everyone always wants the teeth! Here you had hundreds and you couldn't save me one?\"  \nJon-Tom rumbled a belly full of gas. He belched a small inferno into the air.  \nThe armadillo ceased in his complaining. \"I guess half a loaf is better than  \nnone!\" The dragon chuckled a little. \"Master Pollwac, please forgive my  \nexuberance in removing them. Had I known, I would have saved you some. As it  \nis, that problem can be remedied easily enough. Just come by Huntchy's place  \nlater to pick some up.\" The hare piped in. \"But please wait until tomorrow  \nperhaps. The mayor and I have unfinished business to attend to.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp; Pollwac bowed. \"Certainly, certainly. I don't mean to complain when I'm being handed a  \nboon of this sort.\" He was looking over the skeleton again. \"Might I inquire as  \nto what happened to this creature's flesh? It seems to have been torn off in  \nchunks.\" The dragon burped, restraining a bit of flame. \"I ate it. It was  \ndelicious.\" The armadillo looked from one to the other, the dragon and the  \ncarcass. \"I'm quite willing to believe you. I'm glad you left something for us  \nto study. And a few teeth will be greatly appreciated.\" He gulped and darted  \nback into the guild. Almost immediately a group of apprentices exited and began  \nstruggling with the dead fish remains. It was like watching ants, thought the  \ndragon. He was going to offer help, but since he couldn't fit into the doorway,  \nhe would only hinder progress. Instead, he turned to head back towards his  \ntemporary quarters.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp; On an impulse he craned his neck around and latched onto the back of her dress. He  \nhauled her, scream and all, to a position straddling the ridges on his backbone.  \nShe was panting heavily. \"That wasn't funny! I thought you were going to make a  \nmeal out of me!\" He chuckled out a low, deep laugh. Little wisps of smoke  \ncurled out of his nose. \"Like that could ever happen!\" Then he reconsidered.  \n\"Of course, you don't change back until tomorrow morning. Perhaps if you  \nchanged me to something more appropriate, I could do a little nibbling; if you  \nget my meaning? Maybe I could get a little hare stuck in my teeth...\"\n\n\u0026nbsp; He couldn't see her, of course, but he swore her body temperature rose by several degrees.  \nCertainly her tongue became disconnected from her brain. She finally blurted  \nout, \"Oh that would be grand!\" The dragon part of his mind was thinking a  \nlittle more to the point. He was ready to show her what he had in this form. Then  \nagain, that would become a matter of splitting hares! And they couldn't have  \nthat...\n\n  \n  \n\n"}