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(Okay, this story is just a quickie I typed out in three hours, and it was done while I was chatting with four different people, so if there are mistakes, blame it on that. Hope you all enjoy this little yiff focused story. Standard warnings to those under legal age. And if I find anyone using Draconicon for anything without asking me, you're gonna get it.)

It had happened so fast that the world simply hadn't had a chance to respond.

The stranger had come from nowhere. He'd simply been a dragon that nobody had heard of, but he quickly proved himself to be more than that. With but a few troops, he managed to take over Canada, the USA, and Mexico, integrating their armed forces into his own.

Moving at a lightning pace that made the blitzkrieg tactics of the Germans look slow, the dragon moved on the South American nations and the Asian nations at the same time. Superior air tactics soon brought his opponents to their knees, and placed him on the throne of a near world wide empire. With the treasury of over half the world to use, he bought out the oil rich Arab states, and struck a deal of protection with the military of Israel and her surrounding nations.

In fear, the nations of Europe sued for peace, but the dragon would have none of it. His army, his navy, and his air force brought the European people to their knees, and then crushed them beneath his heel. The entire continent was laid to waste, like the legends told of his feral ancestors of old. Not a single city remained, and only a few of the people still lived in the burning wastes of the European lands.

Africa immediately surrendered after this show of might. In reward for their sensibility, the dragon allowed them to have semi autonomy in ruling their own lands, something that he denied to all others save for the Jews and Arabs with whom he'd signed a treaty. All others were under his iron rule, and lived at his whim. Those who refused to do what he said were never heard from again.

This is where a young boy's story begins. In the remains of the old capitol of England, watching the skies in fear and wonder of the dragon that had destroyed his homeland.

~~~

Jake clambered over the rubble that littered the streets of London. He moved slowly, carefully, because he was barefoot, and most of the streets still were covered in shards of metal, glass, and other sharp objects, despite the year since the destruction of the land.

His mother had died in that attack. Since then, he'd lived on the pity of strangers, and on his own wits, moving from place to place, never remaining in one place for longer than twenty four hours.

Any longer than that, and the raiders in the city started moving in.

The raiders were the most dangerous threat in the ruins. Outside the ruins, the dangers of starvation or exposure were more dangerous, but within them, there was nothing to equal the raiders. Carrying guns left over from before the war, and skilled at flushing out anything with a pulse, they were a mix of slavers and cannibals. Rumors were that they actually captured people and sold them to the rich under the rule of the dragon. Of course, that was ridiculous, Jake knew that. No true Brit would deal with the one that had destroyed their homeland, but it still made him afraid of them.

"That damn dragon," the human muttered as he made his way through a maze of debris in front of one of the few solid buildings left. "Did he really have to blow the whole country to Hell like that?"

The building was nearly as trashed as the streets outside, but at least the walls were still in one piece, and they kept out the chill winter wind. Jake crept through the shadows of the structure, making sure that he made as little noise as possible. After all, if he had found this building and realized the protection that it offered, there was a virtual guarantee that someone else would have realized it as well, and made this their home.

Intruders were not taken lightly in the aftermath of the destructive war.

Making his way to the second floor of the seven story structure, he paused as he heard something else moving around. Not on this floor, but a floor above. Whoever it was, they weren't caring all that much about being quiet, and they definitely weren't staying still. As clear as he could tell, they were pacing side to side, and they were carrying something heavy with them. Unless the person upstairs was obese, a virtual impossibility in these times, nobody weighed enough to make those stomping sounds.

"Maybe they have some stores of food up there," Jake muttered to himself, holding a hand over his belly as the thought of food triggered a grumble. "Hey, learn to deal with a meal every two days, stomach," he grunted, giving his belly a light smack. As he did, however, the steps above stopped.

Freezing where he stood, Jake mentally cursed at himself. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," he thought, shaking his head. "First rule. Keep silent as much as possible," he added. Rushing behind a ruined water cooler, he looked at the stairway that led up and down. The steps started again, and they were heading in that direction. "At least I'll know who else is here," he muttered to himself.

The steps got louder as whoever it was above started walking down the stairs. There was a light set of clicks at the end of each step as well, which sounded very strange to Jake. He hadn't heard anything like that before. Keeping his eyes focused on the stairwell, he waited to see who else was in this building.

The first thing to appear was a shadow, a large one. The person casting it had to be at least seven feet tall, and with the width of the shadow, he was either very fat or very muscled. Jake really, really hoped that it was fat, because a muscled person would be a lot harder to get away from.

Next to appear, and the first thing that gave a clue to the other's identity, were the bare, scaly feet. The claws on the tips of each toe were making the light clicks that Jake had heard, and despite the clicking on the floor with each step, each claw looked like they kept quite a sharp edge. The black scales reflected what light there was with a wet sheen, and despite the distance between Jake and the stairwell, he could smell a heavy scent of musk and sweat.

A few steps later, he could see up to the waist of whoever this was. The scales continued up until they were covered by a pair of ragged shorts that ended at the knee. The visible calves were heavily muscled, and were covered in the same slick sheen that the feet were.

A few more steps, and the upper body came into view. The white shirt that covered the torso was bulging at the seams, on the very verge of ripping, almost like the muscled cartoon figures that he'd seen before the war broke out. The arms were something right out of a body builder magazine, each movement flexing the muscles enough to make a bulge. And yet again, he could see the sweaty sheen that covered the visible scales.

And finally, the head was revealed, leaving no chance to mistake the former stranger's identity. Pure white eyes stared out over a snout filled with sharp teeth. Atop the head were two horns, slightly curved and just as pointed as the teeth. It was the ruler of the entire world. The dragon.

Draconicon Palerinal Lanirelap Nocinocard.

Jake clapped his hand over his mouth to silence his gasp of surprise. The dragon ruled the world from his palace in the center of the former USA. As far as he'd heard, the dragon never left there, except to visit various puppet rulers that he'd installed. Why the hell was he here in London, the first place he'd destroyed?

Jake started moving backwards. There was another stairwell a little way behind him, and it would take him right back out of the building. The wind outside was cold, and smelled of approaching snow, dangerous at the best of times in the last year. But the dragon was far more dangerous, and from what he heard of the harem the dragon kept in his palace, staying here was a good way to lose not only his freedom, such as it was, but any pride and dignity that he had left.

Unfortunately, three steps back, he stepped on something, and broke it. The breaking of whatever it was didn't make much sound. However, his yell of pain did, as it left a jagged tear right through the arch of his foot.

The dragon turned towards the yell immediately, rushing forward. His scales evidently protected his body from the shards of glass and metal all over the floor, because he didn't make a single sound as he rushed across the room. It only took him a moment or two to lock eyes with the human, and as Jake looked back at the dragon, he knew he didn't have a chance to get away.

~~~

Draconicon looked down at the pitiful human and shook his head. By the looks of it, the human was eighteen, male, and starving. He should have been part of a group, like others his age that wandered the ruins, not living solo like this. It made him into easy prey, easy pickings. In short, it made him into what the dragon searched through the wastelands of Europe for.

Looking down at the human's bleeding foot for a moment, the dragon said, "From the lack of anyone rushing out to help you, I'd say that you're one of the loners that run through these ruins. You're not a raider, you're not well fed enough for that, and you're not part of a crew or anything, because they'd be out here faster than lightning to get you out of here. So, that makes you one of those that think they can make it on their own."

The dragon laughed as the human blushed, and continued. "I imagine that you're feeling rather stupid about that at the moment, and, from the look in your eyes, probably feeling rather surprised to see me around here. Am I hitting the mark correctly?"

The human looked up at him with a mixture of anger and surprise, and nodded. "H-how did you..."

"I wouldn't have become the ruler of the entire world if I were stupid, would I?" he said in return. Shaking his head at the still bleeding foot, he sighed. "Seems we have a little bit of work to do here before we can have a coherent conversation. And it's not like you can tell anyone of what you see me do here. Not after what I plan to do to you."

As he reached down for the human's foot, the young man jerked away from him. The human pulled himself to his feet, and tried to run, only to fall on his face after his injured foot fell out from

under him.

Draconicon sighed and shook his head walking over and getting a firm grip on the human's ankle. "Just give up for the moment. I'll give you a chance to fight and get away, if you really think you have a chance. But for now, lets see if I can fix up your foot so we can talk for a moment," he said. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on a certain energy inside of himself. Hearing the gasp from the human, he knew that the energy was flowing to his fingers and making them glow.

Laying his fingers across the cut, he spoke one word. "Heal."

Almost immediately the wound started knitting itself shut. The light flowed out of the dragon's fingers and onto the bloody flesh, pulling it back together, and regenerating what had been lost. In seconds, the flesh was knitted back together, without even a scar that normal stitching would have left.

After the dragon pulled his hand back, he watched the human's reaction.

It was mostly amazement, as far as he could see. There was almost no gratefulness in the human's eyes, though there was perhaps a trifle of it. It was mostly a mix of fear and shock. For

nearly a minute, the human stroked over where the wound had been in his foot before looking up at Draconicon's eyes. He stuttered for a few seconds before saying, "How...how did you...do that?"

It was so much of an expected statement that he couldn't help but chuckle a little bit. Standing up again, the dragon allowed the energy to flow down his arms into his fingers again, making them glow with a wispy light. "It's magic, little human. I may be a genius, but I am also a mage. Its partly how I managed to conquer all of the world as fast as I did. You didn't think that the humans that I recruited were all that managed to do it, did you?"

The dragon shook his head. "No. I supplemented my army with spells and magic that lowered the morale and numbers of the enemy. I used my power to make sure that my army was always in the right place at the right time. And I used my abilities to ensure that the enemy never, ever knew where we were. And in the end, it worked perfectly."

Turning around so that he wasn't facing the human, he kept his magic senses heightened to ensure he knew what this human was doing. "I would have hoped that your country would have realized that you had no chance against me. But no. Your nation, just like France, Germany, and all the other former lands that covered this continent, thought you could withstand my army. And if had just been that, you might have. Stranger and more interesting things have happened," he said. He could sense the human backing up more, heading towards the other stairwell. Well, he'd let him get close before stopping him.

"But against magic, magic that lets me teleport, magic that lets me attack, you had even less of a chance. And you had no chance..." he paused, pointing behind him without looking and snaring the retreating human in a grip of magic, "against magic that allowed me to read your very thoughts."

He turned around, his pupil-less eyes staring holes into the human. "Do you understand my power now, Jake? Do you understand how futile it is to fight against me, when I can read each of your thoughts? When I can reach around the world and know what you're doing, and punish or reward you for it from there? I rule the world, and with the lifespan of a dragon, I will rule it for a very, very long time."

Walking a little closer to the human, he chuckled, stroking a claw along the paralyzed male's face. Now that he was closer, he took a better look at Jake's body. He wasn't bad looking, with light blond hair, green eyes, and nearly six feet in height. He actually had the bravery to look into his eyes, as well. Refreshing, but definitely something that he would have to rectify later. He was thin, which was a bit of a novelty to him, but that was something that could be changed with a few good meals. A quick scan of his mind also showed Draconicon Jake's sexual measurements as well, which also measured up to his standards.

Not that it mattered if they did or didn't, as he could have changed them in the same way as he was about to change Jake.

"I think that you're going to make quite a nice little harem boy for me, Jake. Of course, I can't allow you to keep your human form if you're going to be this way, but that won't bother you, will it?" the dragon said. His magic surged through the human's mind, taking control. Not only could he read minds, but he could change them as well. Mind control was impossible, a myth perpetuated by human ignorance. However, one could change the way that a person's mind worked, which amounted to the same effect. It just took a bit more work.

As the changes were made in less than a second, Draconicon watched Jake's eyes, watching the submissiveness come in, watch how his sexuality changed, and smiled as the human's mind began to want this.

~~~

Jake would have flinched as the dragon caressed his cheek if he could have moved at all. Problem was, the dragon's magic had him paralyzed so entirely that he couldn't even have blinked. He wished that he could, because staring into the dragon's eyes was a disorienting experience. It almost felt like he was crawling through his brain, feeling around for something. It just didn't....It felt...

He grunted as the dragon spoke, unable to hear him from the feelings in his mind. It was...weird...it felt...different...he couldn't think...He-

"Now, are you ready to be my harem boy, Jake?" the dragon asked him. Jake felt the paralysis around his limbs disappear, and almost fell to the ground from the twin surprises of the question and the ability to move again. As he managed to regain his footing, he looked up at the dragon, and tried to yell ‘no.' What came out, however, was, "Yes, master. I want to be your harem boy more than anything!"

He blinked a couple of times, opening his mouth to try and say no again. "Please, let me serve you!" he said. A look of shock and fear crossed his face, and he looked up at the dragon. As he stared at the black scaled being, he could feel his thoughts changing. The dragon was looking more attractive, more sexy, with each moment that passed by. Yanking his eyes away from the ruler didn't help. It just made his imagination bring more thoughts of the dragon to the fore, and he blushed as his ragged pants started tenting.

He could tell the dragon noticed this, and he would have turned around if he hadn't suddenly felt the thought to be so sexy. Moaning softly, he started rubbing the crotch of his pants until the dragon pulled his hand away. Looking up at him in slight desperation, he said, "Master, please let me jerk off?"

The dragon shook his head. "Not yet, harem boy. First, you need to take on your new shape, your true shape. After all, a human like you...you're just not worthy of pleasuring yourself, or me, in your current form, are you?" the dragon asked.

Jake nodded, blushing heavily. "But...but what is my true shape, Master?" he asked, his eyes locked on those of the dragon's. He was getting hornier and hornier, and his pants were starting to get stained with his pre, adding to the musk in the air. "I...I don't know how to find out."

The dragon laughed, and patted him on the shoulder, making him smile again. "Don't worry. I see what your true shape is, little boy. And soon, you'll be seeing it in a mirror, in my palace."

Jake nodded, and moved back a little, standing in place so that the dragon could start casting

whatever magic he needed to turn him into his true shape.

~~~

The mind changing magic had worked perfectly. Jake had gone from a suspicious, dragon hating, street urchin to a loyal, horny harem boy in less than a minute. And now, with his new mindset, Jake would take on his new form with a smile and a laugh.

It only took a moment of thought to bring to mind the appropriate species for this young man. An otter would be quite fitting for him, and he would make a fresh addition to the foxes and other species he had back at his palace.

With magic flowing down his fingers, he cast it out at the human. The first spell stripped Jake of all his clothes, so that they wouldn't be in the way of the transformation, while the second one simply triggered a change in the human's DNA, mutating his cells to what the dragon wished them to be.

The very first thing to change was the color of the human's skin. It shifted, going from white to light pink, almost. The skin color was seen only for a second, however, as the body hair started growing longer, and darker. It changed from hair to fur, growing brown and sleek. It slid over Jake completely enough to almost cover him like he was wearing clothes.

The energy of the dragon's magic chiseled new features into the human's face. The nose was almost pulled forward along with the mouth, forming it into a short, blunt muzzle, the fur underneath and on the belly turning a lighter, almost white color.

As the face reached completion, the magic shifted downwards, reaching towards the crotch of the changing human. Lifting his member upwards until it was near the human's belly, almost touching it, the magic began folding tissue around it. Fur and flesh wrapped around Jake's penis until it was completely encased in a new, impressively filled sheath. Beneath, the changing balls grew larger, and dropped lower. As the magic continued around, the balls finally stopped at a size that would have made a horse proud.

Reaching around to the base of Jake's spine, the magic pulled and pushed at the bones, forming it into a flat, muscled tail. It grew quickly, sprouting and lengthening to a few feet in length before it stopped, curling around slightly around Jake, who started stroking it absentmindedly.

As the magic drifted down to the human's feet, it made the final changes. The feet became far thinner, almost like a frog's feet, but padded, with small claws on the tips of each toe. Between the toes, a webbing started forming, forming and spreading so that it covered all the spots between the toes. When it finally stopped, it had spread enough so that if Jake fanned his toes, there would be no space between any of them that wasn't covered by the webbing.

As Jake looked down over his body and then at him, Draconicon smiled. "This is your new, true form. An otter, and a sleek and sexy one at that. Come to your master, little male, and show him

what pleasure you wish to give him," he said with a chuckle and a smile.

~~~

Jake fell to his knees almost immediately, so horny already from the transformation and from watching his new master the whole time. His member pushed right out of his sheath without any further time wasted, his seven inches leaking and soaked in pre. Crawling forward on his knees, he looked around, and saw a chair that was still in one piece. "Master, please, sit down so I can service you," he pleaded, gesturing to the chair.

The dragon smiled down at him, and did just that, sitting down on the chair. Jake crawled across the floor to him, the fur thick enough to keep the debris from hurting his skin. As he stopped in front of the dragon, his master, he let his eyes take in the sight in a whole new way.

Those muscles all over his body, bulging so much that he wondered why this glorious dragon bothered to wear anything...that musk that slid from his body, that filled his nose and drove him mad with lust...the slick shine of the scales with sweat, even in the middle of winter, the slickness and shine making him giddy...the great bulge in the shorts that threatened to push itself out through the top...and the part of the dragon that had attracted him from the start...

Those feet...they were so large, and the smell of sweat and musk just poured off of them, easily two or three times as strong as the musk that came from the rest of the dragon. Almost drooling, he picked one of them up off of the floor, stroking it gently as he looked at the underside.

It looked even better than the rest. The scales were smooth, and slick, his fingers sliding along the sweat just by touching it. Each movement of the dragon's toes fanned more of the scent into his nose, and made his own cock drool more pre. His mouth going slack and his tongue lolling out like a dog, Jake leaned in further, pressing his nose right up against the arch of the dragon's foot.

"Oh God....so good...so...so sweaty..." he muttered, his tongue licking at the heel and the arch, taking in the salty, tasty flavor of the dragon's feet. Moaning loudly, he moved up a bit, his nose pressing between the toes. Immediately he could feel little pools of sweat pressed against his nose, and he sniffed deep, closing his eyes in rapture.

Opening his eyes again, he looked up at the dragon, and pleaded, "Master, please, can I suck your toes? I want to taste them, taste the sweat, taste the musk of your feet, where all the flavor gets trapped."

The dragon remained silent for nearly a minute, making Jake think that it had been a bad idea to ask. But just as he was about to start licking at the heel again, he heard the dragon say, "Yes. You may suck on my toes. Clean them all off, and get all that sweat out from between them, little otter."

Jake thought that he might very well melt from happiness, but that would have meant that he couldn't suck on those toes. Immediately he moved up, wrapping his lips around the dragon's biggest toe and claw. Delicately, he eased it into his mouth, making sure to keep his sensitive tongue away from the point. The toe itself, however, received tons of attention, his tongue lashing around it, wrapping around, licking, caressing, everything that he could think of to bring pleasure.

And he could tell that the dragon loved each and every moment of it. His master was moaning nearly as much as he was, and he could see the bulge in the dragon's shorts growing larger and larger. Giggling in his head, Jake pulled another toe into his mouth, and watched the dragon get more and more aroused.

It only took a few more minutes before the dragon pulled his foot away from the otter's mouth, however. Jake looked up at his master confusedly. "Did...did I do wrong, Master?" he asked, hoping that he hadn't made a mistake or anything.

The dragon shook his head with a smile, and started pulling his shorts off. "No, no, little otter. I just want to do something else now," he said. Jake watched with a smile as the shorts left the dragon's body, and showed off his penis. He couldn't help but gasp at the sight of it, and he stared, entranced.

"Nice, isn't it?" the dragon asked with a smile, stroking his twelve inch member with a smile, his larger hands able to wrap around the three inch wide cock with ease. The head was covered with pre, and it slid down the underside, from the smooth top six inches and the ridged bottom six. "Just think of how this is gonna feel stuffing your backside," the dragon added with a chuckle.

Jake didn't say anything. He just smiled, and turned around, raising his tail and his rear into the air. He spread his legs like a practiced courtesan, showing his virgin hole to the dragon.

"Hehehe, seems like you know your place quite well, little one," the dragon said. Jake could feel the head of the dragon's shaft pressed against his hole already, pre leaking into his hole from how much his master let out. The dragon's cock was so slick that Jake didn't even feel it enter him until it was already five inches deep.

"Mmmmmm, such a tight hole...definitely a virgin," his master muttered from behind him, driving the hot shaft further into his backside. For his part, Jake moaned as the pleasure reached levels that he'd never known existed. His cock pulsed beneath his belly. He felt none of the pain that most virgins felt, and he felt all of the pleasure. Letting his chest fall to the ground, he felt several shots of his pre hit his chest, and he moaned louder as he rubbed it into his fur.

"Oh master...so big...you feel...so good...in my tailhole," he muttered as the dragon's thrusting started speeding up, pushing further in, the ridges pushing his hole wider before letting it tighten again, and then wider with the next ridge. Each additional inch of the dragon's member only added to his ecstasy, and made him push back for more. In mere minutes, all twelve inches of the dragon's cock were hilted in him.

They moved together, sweaty fur pressed against slick scales, as dragon and otter gave each other mutual pleasure. Groaning and moaning, they kept it up for nearly forty minutes, the otter cumming twice before the dragon roared. The building shook as he hilted himself inside of his newest harem boy, and filled him.

Jake felt stunned by the massive amount of cum that filled his hole, and he grunted as the dragon pulled out of him. Despite clenching as hard as he could, most of the load slid out of his hole and down his legs. Despite that, he knew his master must want more service. He tried to push himself to his feet, only to fall on his face, unconscious.

~~~

By the time that Jake woke up, it was dark, the room lit only by dim candle light. Pushing himself to a sitting position, he looked around. It wasn't the same room he remembered. The windows were covered in soft, transparent curtain like things, and the floor was littered with pillows. If anything, the room reminded him of the old rooms that sultans kept their-

"Yes, this is a harem room," a familiar voice said from behind him.

Jake whirled around, and smiled as he saw his scaly master, dressed only in a loincloth, his slick, muscular body in perfect view. He almost swam across the pillows to his master, and bowed to him. "Master, what may your harem boy do to please you?"

He heard a chuckle, and felt a heavy, leaking weight press on his head. "I have sampled your tailhole. Now, let me feel how your mouth feels."

Jake smiled, and lifted his head, his lips instantly wrapping around the dragon's cockhead. His thoughts disintegrated, save only for those that would let him bring pleasure to his master. After all, that was what his life was to be, from here on out.