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[b][u][center]Dragon Harem[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]Chapter 13: Testing (Magi)Tech[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]Sponsored by DrakeHavok[/center][/u][/b]

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

At the north side of the Soaring Sound, far from his ‘capital’ and the people that were even now milling about in response to his declaration of war, Draconicon continued his tour of the magi-tech testing labs. He stood two stories above the guest humans that were doing the same thing, and took his time to follow at their pace, rather than his usual brisk one. They were led by one of his appointed assistants, someone that he had yet to transform, but might one day do. The young man had an attractive ass, for sure.

Due to a spell, the walls and floors of the lab were transparent to him, and the little buttons that had been handed out to the group at the start of the day ensured that he could hear them, as well. He smiled as their voices filtered through his head, the magic breaking down the distortion and keeping them as clear as if he were in the room with them.

[i]This is impossible.[/i]

[i]Nothing’s impossible, not with dragons.[/i]

[i]Is this really metal? It looks like plastic. OW![/i]

[i]Shouldn’t have done that.[/i]

[i]When are we gonna see the cool stuff?[/i]

[i]He’s mad, taking us to war.[/i]

[i]Bullshit. He’s an overlord, he can take ‘em.[/i]

[i]But what about the other overlords?[/i]

Draconicon nodded to himself. It had only been a matter of time before someone in the crowd started talking about the war, and as soon as it was mentioned, he heard it spread to the other voices.

Well, this was part of the reason why they were here. Former human politicians, business leaders, several former army officers, and a cluster of other civilians that represented different groups among the cities of his domain had all been invited to see what he could do to protect them. As he watched the crowd cluster together a little more, slowing down, he snapped his fingers. A burst of black fire appeared on his palm, and he spoke into it.

“Enough with the presentation. Take them to the first room.”

“Yes, Overlord.”

The voice was hushed, likely to keep the group from knowing that they were being watched. He appreciated the guide’s discretion. Definitely one that he would have to keep an eye on, though.

Walking along directly above the guests, Draconicon watched their reaction to the first lab. It was a converted wind tunnel, with gusts of wind blasted through engines from all sides. It created a storm in the very center, and in the middle, people were flying around on the wind…except that they had no wings or suits.

The crowd gasped to themselves at the sight, and Draconicon allowed himself a small smile as the guide began to explain.

“One of our first projects was to give the gift of flight to our people. Of course, we’ve had planes for some time now, but let’s be honest. When we were kids, the idea of flying around was something that we never [i]really[/i] got to enjoy. As you can see, each of our subjects in there are wearing a secured collar around their neck, with four carefully cut pieces of glass. Now, this is the smallest piece of magi-tech, more of an enchantment than anything else, but Overlord Draconicon wanted to show you that this can be done.”

[i]Yes, at massive magical cost, unfortunately,[/i] he thought with a shake of his head. Yes, the humans were able to fly with the collars on, producing magical lift and propulsion. However, the collars typically drained within an hour, and his underlings could only produce two dozen of them before they were completely drained. It was hardly an effective piece of magi-tech, but it was impressive, and that was the important part. The chatter between the humans had changed, growing more appreciative, and some mentioning how they knew the war would be good for something.

They stepped forward, moving from one lab to another. The roar of the wind tunnel faded from the magical mics, leaving behind a stillness that rattled his head for a moment or two.

[i]Mmm, now this one was fun,[/i] he thought as he looked down through the floors. The testing area of the second lab involved some of the robotic frames that the humans had, apparently, been working on for some time, always struggling with balance and running mechanics. The current crop, made of two long legs and a weapons platform at the top, had solved that problem, as his assistant made clear.

“This is a better example of our work. Rather than relying on a running and mobility program, these robots are fitted with projectors along the legs to balance out any problems between one side of the frame or the other. Moreover, each one is linked via a telepathy spell to one of the pilots here in the facility. It’s like a drone strike, but more up close and personal.”

[i]What happens if one of the robots are destroyed? Is the pilot hurt?[/i]

“Good question. All of the telepathy spells are rigged with a special safety precaution to disengage the pilot if there is sufficient damage to the mobility core of the robot, and sets the weaponry onboard to self-destruct. So far, we’ve had no issues.”

Draconicon nodded. It was one of the inventions that Robert had put together during his time working under him. While the fox hadn’t been sucking his dick or riding it, Draconicon had to admit that the little guy had an incredible grasp of the way that magic and technology could work together. He provided the theory, Robert provided the tech, and they found ways to integrate it.

Truthfully, the telepathy link had been Robert’s idea, rather than his. He’d been wondering how they were going to deal with robotic soldiers, and out of the blue, the fox had offered him the answer. That had been a good night, both for the result, and what came after.

It seemed that the humans were likewise impressed, some of the younger ones comparing it to walkers in games that they had seen. For a moment, Draconicon wondered if that was where Robert had gotten the idea of them, but he didn’t push it. Inspiration was inspiration, wherever it came from.

The group was in a good mood as they walked to the next lab, moving from robotics to flora. The black dragon smiled, knowing that this work was something of his. Rather than war, it was made for something a little lovelier.

Draconicon paused, looking away from the group down to the flower beds. Rather than the colorful petals that so many human gardens sported, this one had a shifting collection of bio-mechanical vines spread throughout it, each one splitting and then reforming as it had need. He had to work hard to blend the living tissue with the mechanical stuff, but as a result…

Well, the demonstration spoke for itself. As the assistant started pressing buttons, the plants lifted up, weaving themselves into a dome with a single small entrance. Another button, and they became a house. Another, and a portion lifted up to become a bed, albeit a large one.

“As you can see,” his assistant said, “the bio-plants are made to obey orders. They grow faster than any normal plant, but they stop as soon as they reach their pre-programmed size. This can be anywhere from enough to make a little shed to enough to replace your entire house.”

[i]That can’t be cheap. What’s the point of that?[/i]

“Customizable housing, for one. You can change your entire home layout at the drop of a hat. Your rooms could be on the entire opposite side of the house than the day before, or a different floor, or anything that you choose. For another, the walls are sturdy, and due to the biological nature of it, completely resistant to rust, tarnish, or anything else that would normally eat away at your normal home.

“Perhaps most importantly, you will be able to take yourself off of the grid with this. You won’t have to rely on power input of any sort, as the house powers itself and anything plugged into it through…Heh, well, let’s leave it that toilets will be different, as well.”

There was a mass shudder through the crowd at that, but the dragon knew that they were hooking people. Yes, it was going to be expensive – hell, all of the items that they’d produced here had made a massive dent in his hoard – but at the same time, he knew that it would convince people that investment into the magi-tech and the war itself was worthwhile. They could see the results already, just from the start of it.

[i]I just need them onboard, or there won’t be any funds for pushing the development of this in time. The war is the threat, this is the treat. Now, they have to supply the resources,[/i] he thought.

The crowd was, however, getting quite interested, particularly the younger people representing their different groups. He could spot a few that were already talking about putting their money together for communal homes, selling this as a cheap way for people to get back on their feet. He could see that working, certainly. Others, particularly the politicians, were asking about how much it would take to get luxury homes of this sort put together. True to form, his assistant already had pamphlets, and passed them out.

[i]Heh, he’s really quite efficient,[/i] Draconicon thought with amusement. [i]Perhaps I’ll allow him to be the demonstration in the last room.[/i]

They went through a good four more rooms, each one with a different project going on. Of the seven that the group got to see, two were devoted to war, four were devoted to comfort or travel, and the last –

[i]Oh…my…[/i]

[i]How did that…[/i]

[i]This is just not possible.[/i]

[i]Holy God, protect me.[/i]

[i]Fucking AWESOME![/i]

Draconicon couldn’t help chuckling at the last one, shaking his head a few times as the final lab was revealed. It was, as the young man had said, fucking awesome. The emphasis, of course, was on fucking.

The room was populated with anthros of all sorts, each one changed by a different method. He had gotten the idea from the people in his harem, and – with sufficient volunteers – had spread it around. There were tigers, lions, and cheetahs in one corner of the room, throwing themselves against an exercise regimen that was pushing them to the limits of their endurance. In another, heavy, thick rhinos and elephants were pushing barbells up and down, showing off bodies that were trained and powerful enough to push over light and medium vehicles. There were chameleons on the far wall, altered with their hands and feet to stick to surfaces, and their skin shifting and changing as they went.

And each and every one of them were completely naked.

The assistant gestured around the room with a small smile.

“This is the Super Soldier project. We have been experimenting, with the Overlord’s guidance, on how one can transform a human being, maintaining intelligence while also giving various characteristics that would be helpful in battle, or in everyday life. As you can see, we’ve had great results so far.”

[i]Freaks…[/i]

[i]How is that…this is insane…[/i]

[i]Look at the DICK on that elephant. How does that fit anywhere?![/i]

[i]Who cares? I want one like that.[/i]

[i]Screw that, I want the chameleon stuff. Can you imagine going invisible like that any time? Wow.[/i]

A mixed result, unfortunately. There were those that were disgusted by the way that the former humans had been changed, and there were some that utterly loved it. Hopefully, the latter would outweigh the former enough to buy him some goodwill.

As the assistant filtered out those that were bothered from those that were not, Draconicon reached out and nudged the subjects to do what they were assigned to do. The exercise routines stopped, and the stealth skin went down. They all moved towards the center, standing in a line facing towards those that were interested in the animal features.

It was almost too easy to keep their attention, considering that each and every subject was naked. They were grouped by species, keeping both the males and the females close together before moving on to the next species, and then the next. Bare breasts and pussy attracted some people, while throbbing cocks attracted others. He could see the glint of interested in every eye, and he wondered how many people wanted to transform, and how many people just wanted to get fucked by the ones that already had been.

As the room emptied of those that were disgusted, the pre-planned display began. The lions went first, the three males stepping forward and letting out a roar loud enough to shake the room. They lunged forward, rushing for the railing between them and the humans. Some of the group jumped back, others stared in horror, others grinned in awe.

The lions pulled themselves up, their magical claws ripping right the metal separator between audience and subjects, and then leaped down with a backflip. They landed on their feet, and threw back their head with another roar. Like entertainers, they jumped back, letting the lionesses take their turn doing the same thing. Except the lionesses went even higher, giving a surprise view between their legs as they backflipped off of the railing for those that were paying attention.

The tigers and cheetahs had their own routines, each one different from the last. The tigers were strong, powerful, punching through metal. The cheetahs displayed their speed, able to run up the walls for a full twenty feet before having to leap off of them. The rhinos were given a car, and they picked it up one by one, showing off their strength. The elephants were given a dummy, and picked it up with their tusks, only to throw it out to the audience.

So it went, each species displaying power and strength and speed far beyond anything that humans had. By the end of it, when the chameleons reappeared among the audience with little licks and gropes, the humans were altogether sold on the idea of the Super Soldier project, and to his pleasure, a number of them were already signing up or, at the very least, asking for contact cards so that they could send more of their group to try the process.

Draconicon smiled, stepping away from the lab. It was a good day, and one that would probably produce a good bit of work for the rest of the scientists. Not to mention quite a few investments from people that could really push the projects forward.

“Terrence. Meet me in Sub-Lab 3. I have something I want to discuss.”

“Right away, Overlord.”

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Draconicon was naked when the human came to him, though that was a common enough occurrence that the human didn’t bat an eye. Terrence shut the door behind him, folding his hands behind his back firmly enough that his lab coat ruffled in the process.

“How can I serve, Overlord?”

It was a good question. The young man was quite skilled at that he did, and had handled the group with charisma and speed that most of the scientists here quite lacked. He had probably earned the magi-tech project a good million in donations, at least, as well as a dozen or more volunteers for the Super Soldier project. Half of the money would come here, while the other half would go to the border-side of Project Firestorm.

Gesturing for Terrence to turn around, Draconicon looked him over. The human was barely 25, probably looking to climb the ladder quite a bit further than he already had. He wore khakis, but they clung to his ass like they were leather, and rather than polished shoes, he wore sandals. If it wasn’t for the fact that he wore sandals, he might have thought that the human deserved to keep climbing the ladder…

But he wasn’t about to let this young man get away. Not when he had an ass like that, or soles like those. Draconicon chuckled as Terrence finished his circuit, shaking his head.

“I’m afraid that you’re being volunteered for a different project.”

“And which project is that, Overlord?”

“The ‘Satisfying the Overlord’ project. There needs to be a team at every installation for that…”

“Would this be related to your harem building, Overlord?”

“Perhaps. You would certainly get more authority to go with it.”

“Then I accept.”

“Good. Let’s get started.”

Draconicon dragged the human down to his knees, fingers sliding through longer-than-usual hair to get a grip on the ponytail in the back. He yanked, dragging Terrence down to his cock, and with surprising deference, the human started sucking, his eyes already closed and his mouth talented.

“I’m glad to see that you’re so willing for this. Perhaps you can tell me why. But after.”

[i]What do I want this time?[/i] he thought to himself as he looked down at the capable young man. [i]I have a mouse, I have dogs, I have a fox, I have a dragon, I have a horse…[/i]

Eventually, he decided on a mountain lion. The short hair and the sleek appearance were more than enough to keep his attention, and he worked the magic through his grip on Terrence’s head. Soft, light fur started sprouting in short patches as the human’s hair fell out, running down the back of his neck and then over his cheeks. Whiskers followed, pushing free in silvery strands, and the human’s ears started to round as they moved upwards.

Terrence never stopped sucking, making the dragon moan softly as he leaned his head back. The sensation of that soft, slippery tongue working along the bottom of his cock was just what he needed after a long day, and he pulled on the newly-furry scruff of the human’s neck to keep him bobbing, rather than just swallowing. The assistant accommodated him, and kept moving.

It didn’t take long for the hands on his thighs to turn to paws, fingers furring up and the tips getting clawed. He sighed as the pads started rubbing his legs, grinding into his thighs, almost like the human was getting used to them, examining them while not stopping. Draconicon appreciated the devotion, and rewarded the human appropriately. Bringing one foot up, he cut the button on the slacks off, and pulled both pants and underwear out of the way with his toes.

He’d barely touched Terrence’s cock before it throbbed needily beneath his toes, already starting to go from a human shape to a feline one. The barbs nudged against the bottom of his toes, and pre flowed freely into the gaps between them. The dragon smiled, rubbing the back of his new conquest’s head.

“Look at you. Already leaking for me.”

The half-mountain lion, half-man groaned, pulling his head back after getting permission.

“It’s an honor…to serve…”

When that mouth came back down, he felt the roughness of a feline tongue behind it. Not painfully so, not like a real cat, but with a fair bit more texture towards it. He groaned happily, pulling Terrence down faster, harder against him, starting to really fuck his face as the lucky man started humping his foot.

[i]Mmmph…getting good…getting close…[/i]

Draconicon shivered, feeling some of those old instincts that he’d been ignoring for a while coming back. The more of a harem he got, the more of one he wanted. The people in it were valuable, a treasure to him, but it was a treasure that he wanted to grow. Something he wanted to fill with more and more people devoted to him. His cock throbbed at the idea of a whole palace filled with harem servants, each one collared and marked as his.

The image pushed him over the edge, and he held Terrence down on his cock as he came, flooding the former human’s mouth as he did. Panting, he slowly looked down, surveying his handiwork.

Short fur had broken through in a number of places, ripping through shirt and lab coat in different areas. Lips had formed into a muzzle, and the human’s hands and feet had turned into paws, instead. Well, furred and padded feet, in the case of the latter, but still much transformed in any case.

Draconicon leaned back, pushing Terrence back down a bit. The mountain lion obediently laid on the floor, offering his cock, and the dragon pressed his sole down on it, trapping it in place.

While the clothes were still wearable, he supposed, there was a lot of damage to them. Muscles had grown in where there hadn’t been any before, giving the former human a better, healthier body, and even on his back, Terrence still had that ass. Draconicon chuckled as he looked at the way those newly furred globes pressed out, squished against the ground but only slightly, muscles keeping it from pushing out too far.

He ground his foot back and forth as he considered, and finally nodded his head. He brought his other foot up, pressing down.

“I think I’m going to form a new board of directors at each site, Terrence. The head of each board will be part of my harem, while the others will be transformed by me directly, instead of by the Super Soldier project.”

“That…that is quite the reward…Overlord.”

“I want to make sure that you all have reason to remain loyal. I believe this is quite a good one, don’t you?”

“Gods…yes…”

“Good. Now, cum.”

As the human did as he was told, Draconicon took a moment to reflect. He was going rather deep here, pushing himself to take in a lot more people as his own personal belongings. The harem was useful, but this was taking it further. Was he starting to take things too far? Was this becoming more grasping than he really wanted to be?

He hoped not. It was getting to be way too much fun.

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