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[b][u][center]Dragon Harem Reboot

Chapter 4: The End of an Era

For DrakeHavok

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

A final twist of his fingers finished the ventilation spell, and Draconicon smiled as the air began to whirl around him. Soft, enchanted breezes blew against him, between his legs, and over his chest, carrying away his scent and shoving it out the window. As he had hoped, as soon as it started dissipating, the Doberman at his feet started coming to her senses.

“What…how…”

“I’ll answer all of your questions in a minute. First, you might want to stand up.”

The former human slowly pulled herself to her feet, rubbing her head as she did. Her breasts wobbled back and forth due to their greater size, and Draconicon couldn’t help but smile at the way she blushed as she became aware of them.

She didn’t try to cover them, though. Either her modesty wasn’t that high anymore, or she was smart enough to know that there wasn’t much point.

“Where…I’m in your palace, aren’t I?”

“Very good, yes.”

“And…you’re naked…and I’m a dog.” The female shook her head. “God…never thought I’d say a sentence like that in my life.”

“Well, you will likely be saying a number of other things in the next few days that you never thought you would. Would it make you more comfortable if I covered up?”

“Please…Please. I don’t need to see your dick hanging out all the time.”

“…Actually, a part of you does, but we’ll get into that later.”

As the Doberman woman shook her head, Draconicon waved his hand once more. The black dragon was almost immediately covered in a thick, blue robe, one that covered him from his neck to his ankles. He sat down on the sole piece of furniture in the room, a big, stone-carved throne that overlooked the pillows of the harem quarters.

He gave a little smile towards the mouse and the sub-dragon that squatted at the sides of his throne, rubbing their backs before turning back to the police woman.

“I imagine that you are rather confused.”

“I came here because you called me, and now – who knows how much later – I wake up looking like a dog. Yeah, I have some questions.”

“Ask away, then.”

“…”

She put a hand to her chin, and he smiled. Not someone to just burst into something. He was more and more convinced that he’d picked the right person to start the transformation of law enforcement in his lands.

As she pondered, Draconicon took a moment to admire her. Despite having ‘had’ her in the last hour, several times, he was still rather proud of his work. She’d gone from an older black woman to a very attractive, mature looking Doberman, one with thick thighs and a large ass. Her breasts hung down from their weight, but had enough perkiness at the nipples to save it from looking too heavy or ridiculous.

But it was more than that. He’d given her stronger muscles, powerful legs, heart and lungs that could keep her running and chasing people for literally hours. She had the power of a super woman, and would likely be one of the most physically fit people in the world at this point, if not the most physically fit non-dragon in the city.

“Why?”

“That…is a very broad question, Deborah. Do you mind specifying?”

“Fine. Why me? Why did you pick ME for this transformation?”

He shrugged.

“You were someone that was devoted to finding justice rather than enforcing the peace. You don’t want a status quo, you want genuine justice for everyone around. And you’re willing to pay the price to get it done, rather than take the easy way forward. To me, that is well-worth uplifting and giving a little more power to. There were other contenders, of course, but either they had records that showed them as a danger, or they were too willing to look the other way when things got difficult.”

“Uh huh. So what the hell am I supposed to be? Some sort of pet for you?”

“A mix of things, to be honest. I need someone that will run your police properly, rather than letting them run wild. But I will not allow someone to do that without having some sort of accountability.”

“To you, I’m guessing. Did all the dragons miss the memo? We put this country together so we wouldn’t have to deal with kings and queens and all that bullshit.”

“I’ve heard that from your history. Unfortunately, the system has failed you. At least, from what I’ve seen. And I am stepping in.”

“Yeah? And what makes you think that you’ll be any better?”

Draconicon arched an eyebrow, and lifted his hand. He let his magic flare, black fire swirling between his fingers as it spun this way and that, forming little snake-like tendrils between his fingers. They spun upwards, forming a ball of darkness, before it flared into light.

It floated between them, and the light changed, gaining color and shape until it was reflecting the city around them, like a top-down view over the Soaring Sound. Draconicon leaned back, crossing his hands over his lap.

“When we arrived, the largest city of the Soaring Sound had over ten thousand homeless people, and prisons that were stuffed to bursting. With a couple of actions on my part, the situation has reversed. Magic has allowed the creation of housing for the homeless without cost of resources on the part of your city, and the prison system is currently being re-vamped along the lines of dragon values.

“Your people tried to find solutions to this for over a hundred years, Deborah. A dragon fixed it in less than two. I plan to do the same thing with the police department.”

“Yeah, that’s down to capability. What makes you good for keeping us accountable, though? What makes you any better than us, that way?”

“The fact that I CAN make a difference, and that it makes me want to make a difference. Like you.”

As he had half-expected, she paused. Draconicon kept himself from smiling, though. Deborah was one of those people that would expect manipulation, even a benevolent sort. He needed her to see him as on her side, so that she would be on his side.

She looked at the magic, and slowly walked around it. He knew that she was studying it, perhaps even looking over her memories before and after the war. Whatever she saw, he was confident that she’d realize that he was right. The numbers were on his side, and things had gotten better for humans when he’d taken a direct hand in things. It was the best and only choice, after all…

At least, that’s what he told himself.

Glancing back at his two harem boys, he wondered. Was he becoming something he didn’t want to be? He’d told himself that he’d never indulge in having a harem himself, but not only had he taken one person for it, he’d transformed two people into something completely inhuman. They served him without question, and they seemed to enjoy it, but at the same time, was it the right thing to do? Was he taking power now out of good reasons, or was he just following the dragon urge to control, dominate, and hoard what was his?

“You’re…right, I guess.”

“Hmmm?”

“I said you’re fucking right. Happy?”

“Sorry, I was thinking of something.”

“I said. You. Are. Right. About. Being. Better.”

Draconicon stifled a chuckle. It seemed that the transformation and alteration of the police officer hadn’t diminished some of her own powerful individualism. Certainly a good sign, and something he might need in the future.

[i]Accountability is a two-way street, after all,[/i] he thought as he stood up. He patted Deborah on the shoulder, and gave her a nod, gesturing for her to follow him. She started to, then paused, looking down at herself.

“Can I at least get some clothes?”

“You won’t need anything but the collar.”

“Col – you’ve gotta be shitting me…”

Draconicon smiled as he walked out of the harem quarters, hearing Deborah following a few seconds later. The collar was a special touch, he thought. After all, why wouldn’t a police dog wear a badge around its neck? And why shouldn’t the new breed of officers have a different kind of uniform?

#

When they were out in the open, Draconicon let go of the swirling wind spell. Without closed quarters to contain his scent, there was no worry about Deborah falling victim to the trigger he’d placed in her head. Instead, he made her walk with him down the street, catching the eyes of everyone that they saw.

To her credit, she kept walking normally, not bothering to hide her breasts, her rump, or her sex. She just padded along, her toe claws clicking along on the concrete in time with his own steps.

“So…what am I to you?”

“You’re about to be the next police chief.”

“…I’m not even gonna ask how that’s going to happen –”

“Smart.”

“But that’s not all I am. Give me the whole truth, sir. I need to know what you’re thinking if I’m going to be able to carry it out.”

“Hmmm…Well, if you think you can handle it.”

“I can handle anything.”

He nodded a few times, coming to a stop at an intersection. A number of people walking by stared at the naked Doberman woman, but none of them dared come close enough to touch her. Probably for the best; he wouldn’t have restrained her in dealing with them, and with her new strength, it would have been messy.

“You will, basically, serve as part of my new council. I have Drake, as a representative of the city. I have Joshua, as a representative of the poor. And I’ll have you, as a member of the police and law enforcement of the city. Each of you will work as an advisor to me…as well as serve a few other functions.”

“Why do I get the feeling that one of those functions will involve seeing your dick more times than I’d like?”

“Why do I get the feeling that you’ll start liking it more than you want to admit?”

“…That is beside the point, sir.”

“Heh, whatever you want to tell yourself.”

The conversation lapsed into silence as they kept walking, and Draconicon didn’t push it. After all, it was rather a shock for the former human, he imagined. Going through her own city in a brand new body, making herself comfortable with having no clothes, and dealing with the fact that she was essentially owned by a dragon overlord? If he had been in her shoes – and he was glad he wasn’t – he would have been in something of a panic.

He’d definitely made the right choice for the new chief of police.

Their walk continued, past the center of the city and round some of the artistic districts. He spotted a few people that took time away from their sketches to start drawing Deborah as they passed by, and the dragon smiled a little. Perhaps there’d be some appreciation for the animal-human hybrids as time went on, and people got more used to them.

Eventually, they came to the steps of the police station. Draconicon stopped at the base of them, and turned to the Doberman.

“Well, this is your moment.”

“What do you mean, ‘my moment?’ This is your plan, isn’t it?”

“My plan, but your execution.”

“Could we pick a different word than that? It seems a little too…”

“Final?”

“Deadly.”

“Heh, fair point.”

The dragon took her hand, and gave it a small squeeze. He leaned in, and looked her in the eyes. Unlike before, he didn’t push the emptiness, the hypnotizing nature of his gaze upon her. Instead, he just held her gaze, making sure that she was paying attention as he spoke.

“This is part of dragon law. For you to become the new chief of police, you have to claim it.”

“But I don’t want -”

“What you want in this case doesn’t matter. Not right now. What matters is that I need you in that position. You have that courage to chase a case, to change things, that the people in this department don’t have. If I don’t have someone I trust in charge, then these people have to stay locked away. I can’t trust them to not abuse their authority. Those charged with the protection of others need to hold themselves to higher standards.

“According to dragon law, you have to claim the position for yourself. I cannot place you in it. The most I can do...is give you help.”

“And...what kind of help is that?”

“The police will have to change anyway. It’s just a matter of when. Personally…”

He squeezed her hand again, and when he pulled his away, she had a ring around her finger, with a moonstone gem set into it. The dragon smiled.

“I think an early change is better than a late one. Don’t you?”

“...You know, I always did think there were too many bitches in the department.”

“Go get ‘em, Deborah.”

“Yes, sir.”

The Doberman mounted the steps, and the dragon followed behind her, his magic swirling around him and rendering him invisible. He would be nothing but an empty shadow as he saw how the former detective handled the department.

#

“[i]What - What the fuck are you?”

“Your new boss. Now get the hell out of my way.”

“But you’re not...you can’t be here! This is a police-only establishment.”

“Since when?”

The Doberman pushes past the receptionist at the front desk, the touch alone enough to start the hairs growing on the young man holding down the fort. He stares at the growing golden fur, and runs towards the doors, trying to get away.

They’re locked, and he can’t.

As he screams in shock and terror, the transformation taking him, Deborah sweeps into the main room. She stands with her hands on her hips as detectives and officers alike stare at her, some of them transfixed by her somewhat sexualized body, but most of them unable to see anything but the fact that she has become a walking animal.

“Where’s the chief?”

“I…”

“Sergeant?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

The older man stands ramrod straight, Deborah’s tone of voice speaking to something deeper than his own prejudice, his own shock. His need to serve. She asks him again, and he points towards the shaded office at the far end of the room. She nods, and starts to walk over.

She’s stopped halfway across the room with a gun, cocked and clicked to fire. The officer pointing it at her shakes, sweat running down his forehead as the Doberman turns to face him.

“Are you going to shoot me, Zack?”

“I...You’re not you. You’re not Deborah…”

“Hmmph.”

She grabs him by the wrist in a lightning fast move, and flips him over in the process. In the flicker of an eye, he’s disarmed, and she has his weapon. She slides it across the floor, and presses her bare foot down on his cheek, keeping him pinned to the floor.

Draconicon is pleased to see that she’s not taking it too far; though able to finish him, she’s merely keeping him from making further actions...and giving him a marvelous view of herself from beneath. He wonders if that’s intentional.

“Let’s get this straight. I’m here to make changes. Anyone that wants to stop me, shoot me. Because that’s how serious it is. But before you do that, remember one thing. We’re cops. That means that we protect people. We make the city safe. And if that means making sacrifices among our own, then that’s what we fucking do. Now, either find a way to stop me, or get out of my way.”

The cops can do nothing as she steps past them, stepping into the back office. The shades stay down, though they rattle as if a fight is going on behind them.

None of the cops care, their attention drawn exclusively to Zack. His face bears a footprint now, a footprint of brown that’s rapidly spreading in a wave of fur. Nobody speaks, nobody screams. They can only stare in shock as the dark fur spreads, as his teeth sharpen and his face stretches out in a muzzle. Even Zack stares at himself in silence, feeling at his muzzle as it grows in, and staring at his hands as the fingernails are replaced with blunted claws, as his palms are covered with a thick, dark set of pads rather than the clean palms that he’d had.

As his ears spread up to his head, the change runs down his body, moving faster and faster as more of the officer’s humanity is taken away. His arms bulge up as the fur runs down them, thickening into biceps strong enough to punch through walls, with his triceps following along shortly after. He stares at them, and despite the shock, a small smile begins to grow along his muzzle.

The fur goes down his back, his shoulders broadening and his torso thickening with muscle. A stub of a tail sticks out of the base of his spine, wiggling back and forth at a rapid pace as his shirt rips, the blue uniform coming apart in short order. The shreds hit the floor silently as the Doberman-becoming pants, holding his arms around his middle as he gets furrier and furrier.

He collapses to the floor, grunting and panting as his hips try to expand to match his bigger upper body, muscle popping in along his abs and belly at the same time. A small belly becomes a four pack, then a six pack, before stopping at an eight pack. His chest seems to have become solid slabs of muscle, almost like an armor plate rather than an actual collection of flesh and muscle, and more than a few of the men around him stare in envy.

Zack grunts as his legs start growing, stretching his pants along his thighs and his ass. Bigger, bigger, as the rips grow to accommodate his muscles. His chest heaves, hard puffs of air showing his new lung capacity, his eyes narrowing and staring up at the ceiling like a focused predator.

The receptionist stumbles into the room, no longer human, but a golden retriever instead. He is naked, and panting, and groaning. Though not as big as Zack is turning out to be, he’s certainly thicker and stronger looking than the weedy thing that he had been. A throbbing canine cock points down, dripping with the results of a recent orgasm.

Suddenly, Zack howls, and his pants and boots give up the ghost. Everything rips apart as thick legs and massive feet burst free of clothing too tight to restrain it. Everyone is given a front row seat as a human shaft hardens, darkens, and reddens in the space of a few seconds, shifting from human to canine cock in barely a handful more. A knot at the base, and a tapered tip, is all that they see before Zack turns into a full fountain of seed.

It lands on everyone, and the transformation spreads…

By the time that Deborah leads the poodle of a police chief back out, the squad room is filled with canines, half of them Doberman, half of them wolves, with a poodle or a domestic dog here and there.

She smiles.

“Now this, I can work with…”

Draconicon nods, and fades, shifting away to his home.[/i]

#

Despite achieving his goal, Draconicon took the long way back to his palace. He felt like he needed it.

[i]Did I do the right thing?[/i]

A part of him wasn’t so sure. Yes, the human police needed to be changed, they needed to be updated, but that could have happened on their own terms. Deborah had suggested as much, and she had asked him a question that...well, he honestly didn’t have that much of an answer for.

What made him better? What made him accountable enough for this?

He tried to answer it then, but now, it rang a little hollow. The fact that he wanted to change things, and the fact that he had the ability to...was it really a good thing? Was it something that he should have been embracing so much?

The black dragon knew that there were other dragons that had done what he did, and had taken it further. The beast folk that he was creating were not the first of their kind; there were parts of the world where the human population had been utterly transformed, without one pure human left in their lands. That, in his opinion, was taking it way too far. After all, as much as they had come here to escape their own plane, this was human territory. That level of transformation was nothing less than genocide, if in an entirely different way.

At the same time…

He looked over his shoulder in the direction of the police station. He’d just sentenced dozens, perhaps even hundreds of people to a different body, a different set of instincts, a different [i]life[/i], because they’d defied him. Because they were a danger, too, but...but mostly because they’d defied him. Sure, it would make a difference in the long run, giving them tools that were less deadly to hunt down criminals and treat them properly, but where did he draw the line? What was off-limits?

[i]That’s getting fuzzier every day…[/i]

What enthusiasm he had about Deborah’s success was rapidly fading, and he didn’t want to go back to his palace with his mood through the floor. Instead, he walked down the streets, heading to one location that he hadn’t seen in some time.

#

“Please, please, take these with my compliments, Overlord.”

“I would like to pay for them -”

“And have someone say that I charged you? No, no, it’s on the -”

“I’m paying. And that’s the end of it.”

The human stuttered to a stop as Draconicon pulled some currency out of his pocket, passing probably too much over to the store owner. Of course, despite the human’s protests, it went right into the register. Draconicon turned, ignoring the offer of his change, and walked to the back of the store, sitting down at one of the folding tables, and started tugging at the packages.

Dragon Warrior. A hobby that he and Drake - his first harem member - shared, and that shared interest had started his harem growing in the first place. He shook his head, pulling at the plastic to get the cards out.

[i]Paleral’s got his own card, I see,[/i] he thought to himself as he looked at the red dragon on the card. Labeled more as a dragon warrior than a dragon mage, his southern neighbor had quite a few abilities. Almost rivaling his own in the card game…

He put it down, opening another, and another. He’d bought almost a box’s worth of cards, and he was curious which ones he’d get.

In the end, he was disappointed. Not due to the card values or power - as they were quite strong - but due to the fact that each and every rare was an Overlord card, like his. He laid them out on the table, considering them.

Alderdran, a slothful dragon to his north. Hardly the kindest, and more gluttonous than he wanted to think about. Green scaled and greedy as could be, he’d been quiet for too long.

Paleral, the red dragon to the south. Hungry for attention and for fights. He’d been worried about him for a while, and he knew that he’d have to take steps to avoid him making a play for his land.

Shisan, his eastern neighbor. A dragoness that styled herself a queen, but he thought she was looking to make herself an emperor. He’d seen the way she sent ‘gifts’ of men and women to different lands, and he knew intelligence gathering when he saw it.

Others, too, but ones - like Havok, a dragon on the eastern side of the continent, and a friend - that weren’t so close or so dangerous. He took those three, Alderdran, Paleral, and Shisan, and put them in a triangle on the table. He remembered them from the war. Ambitious, powerful, and altogether dangerous to the person that had something they wanted.

And he was stuck right in the middle of them. Paleral might have been the first to report him, to try and make a move on his land, but it wouldn’t be the last. He had the smallest piece of land among the four of them, true, but that made him more of a target. Snatching the Soaring Sound would give the one that claimed it an advantage in land and numbers...and that would lead to other problems.

Dragons were never at peace. There was always something they wanted, and they’d use any means to get it.

As he leaned forward, thinking about how he could handle this, how he could bolster himself, a series of shadows fell over the table. He looked up, and blinked.

“Drake? What are you doing here?”

His sub-dragon from the harem blushed, holding up a deck of cards.

“It’s game night. What are you doing here?”

“Thinking, I suppose…”

Draconicon started to sweep the cards off of the table, but before he could collect them, Drake reached down and took his hand. The dragon looked up, arching an eyebrow.

“Why don’t you stick around? We haven’t had a game in a while, and it wouldn’t hurt to relax for a bit.”

“Hmmm…”

It was true; it had been a week or two since he’d had a chance to settle in a play a game, and he didn’t have anything too pressing to deal with back at the palace. Perhaps he could use a night off to settle his brain, and let himself calm down.

As long as the people staring at him would eventually calm down.

“Alright, Drake. Would you give me the honor of a warm-up game?”

“As long as you’re not stuffing too many of those Overlords into your deck. How’d you manage to get that?”

“Bad luck.”

“If you call that bad luck, I’m scared to see what you’d call good luck.”

Smiling despite himself, Draconicon settled back in his chair, taking his cards and quickly organizing them into a rough deck. He was nice; he only put three of the ten overlord cards he’d drawn into the deck.

#

The game went on until ten at night, at which point Draconicon stood up and bowed his head to his opponent. The human looked utterly shocked at the honor, but the black dragon didn’t linger. Instead, he stood up and walked around the table, and placed another four hundred in currency on the store desk.

“Add whatever this covers to the prizes for the players. I think that tonight showed that they deserve a little more.”

A cheer rang out through the store, something that made him smiled as he stepped outside. He leaned back against the front wall of the store, watching the cars go by on the street as he waited for Drake to collect his prizes. His thoughts were calmed, but still not completely deadened.

He sighed.

“I need to stop thinking for a while.”

“I can help with that, sir.”

Draconicon turned, spotting Deborah coming down the sidewalk. At her side was the nude golden retriever from the police station, wearing a collar much like hers and nothing else. However, he was being led along by a leash, and he blushed as he kept getting stared at, his dick hanging half out of his sheath.

The dragon smiled.

“Heh, and how did you plan to do that?”

“I think that Thomas here needs a little discipline. Perhaps you could...teach him some, in the alley, while I keep watch.”

“And if I wanted you instead?”

“That’d be your choice, sir, but I think you’d enjoy him more.”

The way that the golden retriever kept blushing, he was pretty sure she was right. Taking the leash from Deborah, Draconicon took the dog into the alley, and gently pushed him up against a wall. That bare rump and tight hole...well, when he was done, it wouldn’t be so bare, and it wouldn’t be so tight anymore.

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