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Niven heard a knock on his door. The robed drake turned his head and blinked. He had been sure he wasn't expecting visitors for a few days at the least. A quick glance to his schedule showed this to be true. Who then could it be? He shrugged and got to his feet. Most wouldn't dare bother him unless they had good reason to, so if his unexpected visitor did prove to be at his abode for a frivolous reason, well...he certainly had the capability to show them the error of their ways.

The drake brushed past his desk and out of the room before arriving at his front door. His clawed feet made nary a sound on the stone floor, so that whoever kept knocking did not hear him as he approached. He waved his hand at the door's handle. With an audible click, the door unlocked and swung open, revealing Niven to his visitor and the visitor to himself.

Niven was unsure what to think of what he found. Upon his step stood a nude lavender scaled dragoness, breasts unbound and nethers uncovered. She stood unsteadily on two legs, obviously exhausted but also ostensibly pregnant, her belly swollen. She looked at Niven with pleading eyes.

"Niven," she gasped.

"Exuse me?" Niven replied, taking a step back. He looked over the dragoness. She seemed familiar yet he knew he had never met her as she was. "And who are you?"

"Avrae," the dragoness replied. Apparently realizing her nudity, she crossed her legs and covered her breasts with her arms.

"Avrae?" Niven repeated. "Ah. The only Avrae I know is a minor mage, little more than a hedge wizard. I was in the class he failed out of. Shame, really. Nice enough drake, which I note you are not."

The dragoness looked to the ground. "I was...I am. Please, I need your help. Others need it more. I was lucky to have escaped."

"Was? Am? Be more specific if you wish me to understand. The only problem I see with you is your...lack of clothes."

"I..." the dragoness sobbed. "I...I can't speak of it. Please just...touch my mind."

Niven froze. "That is a serious request."

"It's a plea," the dragoness said, tear running down her snout. "I-I wouldn't ask it if I didn't mean it. I wouldn't have come if I didn't have to. I don't...I don't even want to show you, but I must!"

"Hmm," Niven muttered. He turned away from her. "Well then. Come on in."

"T-thank you," the dragoness said.

Niven remained silent, motioning for her to follow. She did so, the door closing behind her of its own volition. Niven led the dragoness past his work room and into his dining area. He pointed towards a wooden chair. Before she could sit, however, he held up a claw.

"Wait," he said. He murmured something under his breath and a fresh robe appeared in his outstretched arms. "You would like some garments, yes?"

The dragoness nodded. Niven threw it and she caught the robe. She carefully fit it over herself. It was a bit too large and did little to hide her pregnancy, but at least she was not naked as before.

"Would you like something to drink?" Niven asked.

The dragoness shook her head. "No. We cannot delay. Please, touch my mind."

"Hmm," Niven murmured again. "Fine. Please sit first. Get comfortable, for what is to come will not be so."

"I know," the dragoness said. "I know..."

She sat down in the chair and Niven, shifting around in it a bit to accommodate her for her gravid state. Afterwards, he approached her with an outstretched hand. She looked up to him fearfully.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

The dragoness gulped and nodded. She met his eyes again and this time hers were filled with steel.

"Do it," she whispered.

Niven delayed no longer. He shot his arm forward and grasped her cranium. She whimpered under his touch and he had yet to even begin. He looked down at her, his eyes slowing becoming consumed by pure white. Simultaneously, her eyes lost their light, giving into the blackness of the void. Niven spoke but one word and she another and he touched her mind.

Niven stumbled backwards, blinking away the bright white. The dragoness began to cry, burying her face in her hands. Nevin approached her and laid a hand on her shoulder.

"I apologize," he spoke. "I'm sorry, Avrae."

Avrae ceased her crying and looked up at him.

"You are right," he continued. "We cannot delay." He reached out a hand. "We can go there now, it's just that..." he lowered his arm. "You must come too. You have the memory and thus the connection. If there was another way..."

"No," Avrae said. "It's fine. If it means--"

"I will not fail."

"Don't underestimate him."

"I won't. I have your failures to guide me."

Avrea looked to her belly.

"I did not mean--" Niven sighed. "I--"

"Do you think...do you think you can reverse this?"

"Not now."

"Ever."

Niven remained silent. Avrae put a hand on a breast and another on her belly. She shook her head and stood, tail lashing out in anger.

"It doesn't matter," Avrae said bitterly. "Just punish him."

"Oh, I will."

"How?"

"That is yet to be determined."

Avrae scowled at this.

"Are you prepared?" Niven asked.

In response, Avrae took a step towards him. He reached out and grasped her skull again. This mere touch brought a crackle of arcane energy around the air. Then the world shuddered and an instant later they were elsewhere.

Niven released Avrae upon arrival. The dragoness fell to her knees. He looked around their new surroundings, a cave in the deep, not dark thanks to the bright braziers scattered around.

"Welcome," Niven heard. "Welcome to the harem!" Niven turned his gaze towards the source of the sound, a purple-scaled drake sitting upon a gleaming gold throne at the far end of the cave. This drake wore little more than a loincloth around his waist, leaving his rippling muscles on display for all. Beneath his throne was a multitude of naked dragonesses, laying or leaning against his seat. They gazed up at him lustily, occasionally reaching up to stroke at his body.

"I see my favorite has returned!" he boomed, pointing to Avrae. "You didn't want to leave, did you dear?" Avrae whimpered and shook her head.

"I know. Don't worry, my dear." He squinted his red eyes at Niven. "And who are you?"

"I am Niven," he said. "Arbiter of these lands. I am here to right your wrongs."

"Ha!" the drake guffawed. "She said the same thing. Look at her now. Powerless, pathetic, weak, yet I still love her. Come here, Avrae!"

Avrae got to her feet and was about to move towards him when Niven caught hold of her arm.

"Resist," he said. "The power he has is yours that you gave. You are your own."

Avrae nodded, yet she seemed unsure of herself.

"Do not listen to him!" the drake said. "You are mine, Avrae, You are part of my harem as this Niven will soon be, as all intruders--"

"Intruder? You are the interloper here. I am the Arbiter. This is my area of mystical jurisdiction. You do not hail from here. Who are your people? What is your name? You must be an exile to practice sorcery so foul as this."

The drake roared and got to his feet, standing to his full height of seven feet. He spread his wing and flapped them, sending a strong gust of wind towards Niven, who remained unfazed.

"DO NOT interrupt me again!" he bellowed, stepping towards Niven. Many of the dragoness moved away at his stride, but a few clung on to him and reached for his loincloth. He laughed and pushed them away. "Later my dears. Much later. I have one of your sisters to break in first." He snarled and stared at Niven. "Who am I, you ask? I am the pinnacle of our kind, the peak of perfection. I am Vado."

"Vado?" Niven said. "I haven't heard of you."

"That's fine. Soon it will be all you'll be able to think about. You will call out in the night for me like the needy slut you are and I will comply because I am your merciful master. Isn't that right, Avrae?"

Avrae shivered and took a step back.

"Hmm," Niven said.

"Hmm?" Vado echoed, coming closer still to the robed drake. "You're considering it then? You might as well give in now. There's no use resisting your master."

"Hmm," Niven repeated. "No."

With this, he pointed a claw at Vado. A cone of blue flames burst from the outstretched claw and engulfed the tall drake. In response, Vado laughed, fanning the flames away with a few waves of his hand. He emerged from the inferno unscathed and continued to approach his opponent.

"Flame on a dragon?" Vado sneered. "Some threat."

"Hellfire," Niven replied. "You are stronger than most, I admit. How about this?"

Niven brought a claw close to his snout. He blew on the open palm, and white frost swirled out of nowhere and sprang towards Vado. On its way to him, the frost multiplied so that by the time it reached him, a cold mini-blizzard wrapped around him. It hardly slowed him, its only effect being that the dragonesses close behind shiver from the cold.

"Really?" Vado shouted. "This is resistance, Arbiter?"

"You are resisting quite well, yes."

"Nothing you do can stop me. This is nothing! My energy is boundless!"

Niven brought his hands low, palms facing upward. Then he suddenly raised them and a great portion of the ground ripped out from before him. The stone shards flew towards Vado and shattered themselves upon his body. All this accomplished was barely turning him to the side. He righted himself easily and leapt over the gap in the floor so that he now stood before Niven and Avrae, who hid behind him. With over a foot on the Niven, Vado towered over him.

"Now what are you going to do?" Vado asked. "Give up?"

Niven stared up at Vado. "Boundless energy."

Vado cocked his head. "What?"

Niven smiled, and when he spoke, his words were different, echoing and laced with arcane energy.

"You claim to have boundless energy and you have a harem of so many slaves. I propose that you cannot satisfy them all and then take me last."

Vado paused. He squinted down at Niven and chuckled. Then he laughed, a deep, throaty roar that resounded throughout the cave.

"Is that what this is about?"

"Yes," Niven said. "Don't you? It would be awfully embarrassing if you had so many slaves and yet their master couldn't--"

Vado's face contorted to rage. "Enough! I'll show you! I'll show them all!"

He turned away from Vado and rushed to his throne. He roughly took hold of the first dragoness he saw and pushed her towards his seat. She squealed when he turned her around and bent her over. He ripped off his loincloth and threw it behind him, revealing a thick, erect cock. He lifted the dragoness's tail, licked his lips at the sight of the wet slit he found, and then plunged into her. The dragoness squirmed and moaned in pleasure, clawing at the throne and groping at her breasts while he pounded her.

Away from the action, Niven folded his arms and watched silently. Behind him, Avrae got to her feet.

"What is he doing?" she asked.

"As I suggested," Niven said, smirking.

"Why?" she whispered. "You were his..."

Vado finished with a grunt, filling the dragoness with his seed before tossing her away. He grabbed another and fell upon her like an animal, thrusting into her before she even had a chance to react. She yelped before giving in to the rutting, wrapping her arms around the large drake, infrequently licking at his face as he moved in and out, in and out. He was soon done with her, leaving her exhausted but pleasured before moving onto the next.

"I was never his," Niven replied.

"How?" Avrae asked. "Master... I mean, he's going to fuck them all and then come for you."

"All of them? Really?" Niven looked to Avrae. "He's got eleven more of his 'slaves.' I think his pride is greater than his 'boundless' energy."

By the time Niven said this, Vado was on to his fourth. While he bounced the dragoness on his cock, he groped another's breasts and teased another's sex with his curved claws.

Avrae shook her head. "I hope you're right..."

For a time, it seemed Niven might lose his bet as Vado went from one dragoness to the next. However, by the time he reached his tenth, his strength seemed to be flagging as it took nearly double the time before he was finished with her. When he got to the eleventh, he was panting and out of breath and his sexual had diminished, his cock hanging flaccid against his leg.

"Come here," he growled, reaching for her. He tried to get going again, but only managed to feebly hump at the female. "Come on!"

Niven chuckled softly and walked towards the exhausted drake. Vado angrily flapped his wings and resorted to groping at his latest love's breasts.

"You're going to get some," he growled. "Oh, you're going to get some!"

"I don't think so," Niven said. He reached out and casually tapped the drake's shoulder. Vado snarled and turned his head over his shoulder.

"You!" he said. "Submitting yourself already? You want to be the twelfth?"

"No." Niven shook his head. "There will be no twelfth or eleventh for that matter."

"Why--" Vado started, yelping suddenly as a spark leapt out of Niven's pointed claw. It hit his chest and arced downwards, nestling in his abdomen before disappearing completely. Enraged, Vado pushed his dragoness away and got to his feet. He advanced towards Niven, unnoticing as he lost a few inches in height. After all, he was still taller than the mage. When he reached out to grab Niven, however, he did pause and stare at horror at his arm. Right before his very eyes, his muscular arm lost muscle and mass, reforming into a slender shape. Niven pushed away the weakened appendage with a smile. Vado looked down at his body and saw that this was not an isolated occurrence; his bulging muscles retreated in favor of softer, sensuous flesh. He continued to lose height until he was eye to eye with Niven, then until he was looking up at the drake.

"What have you done?" Vado shouted, voice sounding weaker and higher pitched. "What have you DONE?"

Vado squeaked once he saw something else important was shrinking. He grabbed at his cock as it shriveled and it continued to do so even in his grasp. It slipped through his claws and with a slurp disappeared into a freshly formed slit. The drake turned dragoness gasped as slit's soft fold grew into the flower of womanhood, leaving her with a dripping feminine sex.

"Stop this!" the new dragoness mewled. "Undo this now!"

Niven took a step towards Vado. The dragoness shied away in fear.

"No," he said.

Vado whimpered, taking another step backwards, her hips cracking and widening. Her shoulders narrowed as she brought her arms close to her chest. A moment later, her arms were pushed forward by the sudden growth of soft mounds. They spilled outwards until Vado was now the not-so proud possessor of a pair of large breasts.

"You can't do this!" the female cried, pushing at her new assets with one hand and fingering her slit with another. "I am Vado! I am the avatar of Alpha! You can't do this!"

Niven took another step. "Oh, but I have."

Vado sobbed and shivered at his approach.

"While you were entranced by my suggestion, I took the liberty to examine your arcane trappings. Very crude, very effective, and easily undone. You did manage to teach me something new, though I'm not sure if it will be of much use in the future. As a punishment for you though? Fitting."

"You can't," Vado whimpered. "My power will return--"

"It won't," Niven snarled. He lunged forward and grabbed the dragoness's skull. She shrieked and writhed under his grip as Niven's eyes turned to black. When he was finished, he blinked and looked down at the crying dragoness. "I've burned it out. You are powerless and soon will be at the mercy of others."

"What?" Vado blubbered.

"Oh yes," Niven smirked. He looked to the dragonesses, many of who looked on their master with confusion. He snapped his claws and the confusion disappeared, replaced with hatred. He snapped his claws again and half of them began to change, growing bulkier, muscular, becoming less feminine and returning to their proper forms. Vado saw this all and shook her head.

"No!" Vado squealed. "No!"

"And I've broken your other enchantment. They remember everything."

Vado's former slaves crowded around the dragoness, seven males and seven females. They looked upon her, yet they did not act on their hatred. One male turned to Niven.

"Thank you, Arbiter," he said, bowing slightly. "He stormed our lairs and took our mates and us as his. We would still be his if it weren't for you."

"Only doing my job," Niven replied. "What disturbs me is that I did not detect it previously. Such sorcery does not seem to have a trace...if it weren't for Avrae..."

He looked towards Avrae. The gravid dragoness stumbled towards him, stopping by his side and looking down at her defeated 'master.'

"You did it," Avrae said. "I thought you would end up like I..."

She looked silently at the other males and then back to Niven. The drake shook his head.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I cannot revert you in your state. The pregnancy has sealed it. Even after I'm uncertain..."

Avrae stared down at the ground.

"You are welcome to stay with us," the male who had spoke before said, a dragoness at his side. "My mate and I would be proud to have you. You alone were able to shake off his control and get us help."

Avrae shook her head. "No, I--"

"Then I," Niven said. "I mandate it as Arbiter."

"I can't--"

"I can. I will ease your pain and not just when the time for these--" he patted Avrae's belly. "--to release. Memories can be dulled."

Avrae looked into Niven's head and then slowly nodded.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"And what do we do with her?" the male asked, pointing to the crying Vado.

"As you wish," Niven said. "Yet I know you are better than he...she. A servant, perhaps?" He shrugged. "She is no longer my concern nor is she a danger to any. Others may be. I will be keeping a tighter watch on the lands for now. Do you need transport back to your homes."

"No," the male said.

"Very well then. I shall depart."

Niven put a hand on Avrae's shoulder. Energy swirled around them and then they were back in Niven's home.

"Safe and sound," Niven said, looking around his plain abode.

"Niven--" Avrae began.

"Hmm?" he grunted, turning towards her. He was surprised when she stepped forward and embraced him.

"I'm scared."

Niven stood motionless, arms at his side, dragoness clinging to him. He stared forward for a few second and then wrapped his arms around her.

"Don't be."

Avrae pressed further into him. "Thank you."

"Hmm," he grunted again with a smile.