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[b][u][center]A Whole New Party

Part 9

for Engy

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Much as he wanted to get in contact with his uncle as soon as possible, Audron knew that he needed to ensure that he was in a safe place for an extended conversation, and that meant taking the dungeon first. The dragon and his kobolds arrived at it shortly before dawn, having traveled through the night to get there, and they found the door was little more than a hole in the floor. It was tempting to disguise it, to make sure that the evil party had a hard time finding it when they finally arrived, but no, that wouldn't be a 'good' action, and he was still 'good.'

They opened the stone trap door, and with the help of his kobolds, it didn't take long to clear the goblins out. It wasn't even much of a fight. Instead, it was more of a negotiation, going from room to room and sending the kobolds deeper into the dungeon to spread the invitation that he offered them: they could fight, or they could take the offer to go and live with one of the nice dragons in a different mountain. All things considered, the goblins and their shaman were pretty happy to take the deal and leave the dungeon to him.

Once that was done, he explored. After the first three chambers of the dungeon, there were four paths that led in different directions. Each one would only hold one person, though technically an entire party could go down in single file. It would, however, mean that they were all useless save for the person at the very head of the party. Front two, if someone was very, very short, and even Olfel wasn't short enough to qualify for that.

Those four paths each spread out in different directions, winding up, down, and around each other. Nobody would be able to see one another from the different paths and corridors - he had the kobolds verify that - and he had between three and ten chambers to play with depending on which route someone happened to take. That meant that he would have to encourage some members of the party down one path, some of them down another, just to ensure that he had plenty of space to work with them.

[i]Red-Arms down the shortest, probably...either Viola or Olfel down the longest, to make sure that they completely change.[/i]

They would be the hard ones, he knew that already, but it was better to push them as hard as possible than to hope that he could get the others done elsewhere. Kyo'Thar was going to be the variable, since he didn't know how far the orc had actually turned, and whether he was going to be easy to change the rest of the way or hard after that revelation at the camp. He would just have to see.

But the final chamber before what would be his quarters was perfect for a final conflict. He hadn't realized it when he had made the offer, but the chamber where all the paths joined again was placed just before the 'boss fight' room. That meant that there was a possibility for the others that had been changed to talk to and even fight with the ones that hadn't had their minds changed.

[i]One last little trick, I guess.[/i]

He wasn't sure if he could get away with that, but one more thing that he could ask his uncle about, he supposed. That was something.

Setting the kobolds to man the different paths and keep an eye out for wandering monsters, Audron went back to the final chamber. The boss room was a big, empty circle, something that had once been filled with the different alchemical reagents that the shamans used, and probably some old magical things, as well, due to the shapes and shadows that fell on the walls. He imagined that they would be back, eventually. The different dungeons in the world seldom remained unpopulated for long. Until then, however, it belonged to him, and it was nice and secure, with a strong stone door and stronger stone walls. With the exception of someone accidentally teleporting in, he doubted that there was going to be an issue down here.

He sat down, folding his legs into a lotus position, and he rested his hands on his knees as he breathed in and out. Audron hadn't talked to his uncle Raithir in some time, and he knew for a fact that the tail-raiser was probably going to be 'busy' when he called, but he had no way of telling when the perverted old dragon was not going to be fucking with someone. He might as well just call and hope that his uncle was in a good mood.

Dragging his power out from his core, he pulled it to the top of his throat and then slowly breathed out. The magical light of his spell pushed past his lips, forming a glimmering smoke that slowly rolled into a trans-dimensional viewing portal, one that was about the size of a full-length mirror.

Unfortunately, that meant that he had a perfect view of his uncle taking it up the ass from a pair of gryphons. He blushed horribly, looking up and away.

"Um, Uncle Raithir?"

"Hmm? Who's there? Someone slide in for a foursome? I have room still."

"No, no, it's your nephew, Audron."

"Audron? Shit, shit, shit...Shouldn't have that going...how the hell did that underage filter not go off..."

"Um, newly of age, uncle."

"Oh. Well. Still. Incest and shit."

The platinum dragon on the other end waved his hand, not in shame, but rather as a matter of course. The gryphons disappeared, pushed back to wherever his uncle kept them, and he was reminded of the sheer power that the tail-raiser of the family actually had. Mom was the strongest of the bunch, but Uncle Raithir was right behind her in raw magical power. He just didn't use it in the same way, or nearly as much.

As soon as the gryphons were gone and his uncle was no longer showing off a gaping asshole, Audron brought his eyes back down. Raithir, unlike most of his uncles, was a little chunkier when it came to his size. He had the same muscle that the family tended to have in the chest and shoulders, but whether through bad luck or a more sedentary lifestyle, he had started to get a gut to go with it. He leaned back on a chair that he had called from the stone floor of wherever he was, smiling and folding his hands over his lap. Thankfully, that also obscured everything down there.

"Been a long time since we talked, Audron. What was the last time, couple years ago?"

"Yeah. Mom didn't like me walking in on you and, um, I think it was...hobgoblins?"

"Oh, right, right, yes, that ritual. Heh, that was a fun one."

"Yeah, she wasn't so happy."

"Yeah, she gave me an earful about that."

"Sorry."

"Nah, that was all my bad. Should have teen-proofed the doors. Not like you ask to see that shit, anyway. But not like I'm going to stop being me, either."

He was starting to remember why he liked Raithir. The older dragon wasn't exactly a full-pervert, but he was unapologetically himself, and there was something charming about that. The fact that he was apologizing, too, made it that much easier to be comfortable around him, and not feel so bad or awkward about what he had just seen, too.

"Well, nobody's asking you to stop, uncle."

"Most of my brothers are, but fuck 'em." Raithir chuckled. "Anyway, what brings you to call in? Haven't thought that I was that important."

"Well, I could use some...advice."

"Oh, right. Newly adult - let me guess. On your Claiming thing?"

"Right in one."

"Wonderful times. Great ways to experiment, find out what you like, what you want in the world. You pick out a mountain yet?"

"There's one off on the borders of Elf-Land that I've been eyeing, but I need someone strong to help me hold that."

His uncle whistled, as well he might. The elves, even with the good dragons, weren't always keen on sharing space. Dragons in particular seemed to get their goat, probably because the two different species tended to have similar, very long lifespans. Holding a mountain there required some serious strength, not to mention a lot of time and power invested in the area.

"So, what are you aiming for?"

"Well...not the typical stuff, I'll say that much," Audron admitted.

"Trying the whole 'dazzle them with dragon mystique' thing? Get some elves on your side right from the start?"

"...I wish I'd thought of that, but no."

"Heh, well, can't think of 'em all. What's your plan, nephew?"

"I'm...kinda 'correcting' an evil party."

"You're what?" Raithir laughed, shaking his head and slapping a hand over his forehead. "Nephew, when you decide to challenge yourself, you don't go halfway, do you?"

"Tell me about it. They figured out what I was, too."

"Oof. That's not going to make it easier. I'm sorry about that."

"I'm...making progress. I just...did something kinda stupid..."

"I seriously doubt you, of all my nephews, really did anything [i]that[/i] stupid."

"I bargained away my freedom for the next few hundred years if I don't win this, uncle."

"...Just how cornered were you to offer that?"

"Not nearly enough to justify it, honestly." He sighed, covering his face. "Gods, I'm an idiot."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. If you [i]lose[/i], you're an idiot. If you win, then you offered them bait that they couldn't refuse. Yeah?"

"...I guess."

"Nephew..."

"Okay, okay. But how do I win?"

"Walk me through it, nephew. I'll - yes?" His uncle leaned sideways, talking to someone just out of sight. "No, no, reschedule the minotaur breeding orgy. I'll be busy for the next few hours."

"...Thanks, uncle."

"No problem, Audron. Now, walk me through the situation."

And so he did. He went through how he had met the party, how they had been fooled by him for a little while, and how he had managed to manipulate them. Admittedly, there were moments when he went off-topic and started talking about how they treated him rather badly at times - including the boss fight that had gone completely off the rails - but he mostly kept on topic, knowing that they had limited time to talk. Through it all, his uncle listened closely. He shifted position from time to time, his chunky form bouncing a bit when he did, and there were a few moments of embarrassing full-frontal nudity, but he managed to keep from getting too distracted by that.

When the whole situation was laid out, Raithir shook his head a few times. Audron sighed.

"Told you. I'm an idiot."

"No, no. It's an interesting and risky situation, but it's not out and out idiotic. You did what you had to with what you had to work with."

"So, how do I win?"

"Well, let's think about this. You have one of them that's all but changed already, right?"

"Yes, the monk. He doesn't want to hurt me, and the bracers -"

"Forget about the items for a moment. Let's just go over the party."

"Alright, alright. But, yes, he's not interested in hurting me, and seemed more...content around me than the others, at least after the second dungeon."

"And the orc. Already getting perverted, from what you said. And very eager for something back there. I think that you can play off that. And the other two, nothing big just yet?"

"Not yet. I think...maybe the woman, Viola, is getting nicer, but the dwarf doesn't seem to show any signs of changes, yet."

"He wouldn't. They're always the hard ones." Raithir nodded. "Okay. I have some ideas for you, but, well, it depends on how comfortable you are with...sex things."

"...Sex things?"

"You've got a rampantly gay orc - or at least, one that likes dick - on your hands. That means that you're going to need to play to that at least a little bit if you want his loyalty."

"Oh. Um...but I'm not..."

"Audron, I'm not trying to get you to raise [i]your[/i] tail, but if he raises it for you, no shame in taking what's offered."

"But...what if I..."

"...Are you seriously going to ask what if you become a 'tail-raiser' by slamming some tail yourself? Nephew, if that was the case, your other uncles would be tail-raisers ten times over."

He blushed, looking down. It wasn't that he was worried about that, at least, not that much. However, he didn't know what would happen with his reputation, what would happen if he started doing that. What if he started to get the orc's loyalty, but then didn't know how to follow through? What if he found out that he hated it, but the orc kept wanting it? What if, what if -

"Do I need to teleport down there, nephew?" Raithir asked.

"...No, no, I think I'm okay."

"You sure? I can do it. The rest of the guys will wait for a family matter."

"No, no, I'm fine. I'm fine."

"If you're sure..."

He wasn't, but he was going to have to be. There was no point in making his uncle make that big a trip, particularly when they were right in the middle of things. Both of them were. He'd have to find a breakdown point later, when he wasn't so deep in things.

After a few seconds and a few deep breaths, he managed to nod.

"Okay. I think...I think I can handle the orc."

"Alright, good. From the sound of things, he's working through his own bullshit and his own problems, and that means that he's trying to displace them, find something else that he can enjoy. He probably has a lot of self-hate, so he's pushing for worship from other people. Nothing wrong with that, but it means that he's going to be a bit of a needy bitch once he's done. Make sure that he gets the praise that he needs, though, and you'll have someone that's loyal to you for life."

"So, what do I do to trap him?"

"Give him a lot of rooms where he gets happy stuff. Show him off, make him feel like he's the hottest thing in the room besides you. Show him that he's appreciated for his body in an entirely different way. You planning on keeping him an orc, or changing him?"

"I was going to upgrade most of them to lizards of some kind."

"Then make sure that you make him the hottest of the four."

"...Why?"

"Because he's got a need to be seen as beautiful, and if he doesn't get that, he's going to have problems. Now, the woman. Viola?"

Audron nodded.

"She's got a problem with authority. You hold that leash too tight, and she's going to get angry. You let it go too slack, and she's going to think that she needs to take charge because you're not doing enough. So, you'll need to work out a balance once you got her. But you want to get her first. Plans?"

"Well, the item's gradually turning her more manly."

"Let her have the muscles, and the manhood, but if she still wants to be the strong woman, don't take that from her."

"...Oh god."

"Just realized that you're giving the only pussy in your Claimed a dick, instead?"

"...Oh, god."

"We'll talk about that later. Come on, keep going."

"Okay, okay..."

#

An hour passed, during which they discussed all kinds of plans, plots, traps, and tricks that would bring the evil party over to his side. He wasn't sure who had contributed more to the discussion, him or Raithir, but he knew that he had done himself proud, at least. There was no less than a third of his own ideas in there, and some of the ones that his uncle offered had to be modified by things that he knew and the older dragon didn't. That meant that he felt like less of an idiot from needing to ask for some help.

More than anything, though, he was grateful for his uncle never poking fun at him, or pushing him to think about all the sex stuff right off the bat. He didn't want to question himself just yet, not when he was still trying to sort through all the other things that were going on, and he was still just a bit shaky about all the crap that he was still thinking.

[i]Viola as a man...getting rid of the only fuckable person for a non-tail-raiser...[/i]

That lingered in the back of his mind, and it was making him ask questions about himself that he didn't have the answer to just yet. He wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he knew that he was going to be different by the end of this. Very, very different.

They got all the ideas laid out, though, and that was the important thing. Audron looked over the notes that he had clawed into the stones, and then nodded his head.

"I think I can work with that. Thank you, uncle."

"No problem, nephew. That was fun; I haven't had the chance to really get into playing with unClaimed mortals for a very long time."

"Heh, well, you did have your Claiming a long time ago."

"I still think that they kind of Claimed me rather than the other way around."

"Oh, right. I forgot."

"Not like that. They were just...really affectionate. Really good folk, all the way around. I was kinda lucky when you get right down to it. Not every dragon really likes the people that they end up Claiming; some of them end up getting people that they will resent for the rest of their lives, even if they get power."

That was something that he hadn't even thought about, and he shivered at the thought of the evil party being stuck with him for that long while hating him. No wonder Raithir had been giving him all kinds of tips and tricks of how to keep their loyalty after they were claimed, and how to make them like him. That was going to be key if he didn't want to kill them or have them kill him partway through this whole arrangement.

The more that he thought about it, though, the more that he realized that the party needed someone to keep an eye on them. Not just because they were quick-lived, nor just because they were a bit on the wild side, or evil, but...well, because they were barely functioning. They had all found a very bad - if somewhat effective - coping mechanism for whatever was bothering them, but they were a ticking time bomb when it came down to actually staying stable. One or the other of them would eventually break, and if they didn't have something to pull them back, then they were going to be a danger to everything and everyone around them.

[i]I'm going to have to be that leash...[/i]

Even though the 'correction' magic was gradually leeching bits of the evil from them, he knew for a fact that they were still horrible people at heart. They could, and hopefully would, be better, but that was going to depend on them to a great extent. If they weren't willing to put in that work, then they were going to be just as bad at the end of this as they were right at this point.

"Uncle?"

"Yes, Nephew?"

"When did you realize that you preferred, you know, dicks?"

"Oh, before my Claiming."

"Oh."

"But nothing says you can't like both, or give it a shot and then give it up."

"But what about..."

"Well, as long as you find ways to keep the satisfaction going, it doesn't matter if you try it and don't like it. But if you do, just don't pretend that you're not. That's going to make everyone angry."

"..."

"And don't worry about your mom. She still likes me, even if she gets pissy that she doesn't get any nieces or nephews from me. Much as she's tried to set me up..."

"Mom tried to -"

"The number of dragonesses that she sends to my door to 'borrow a cup of sugar' that have suspiciously short skirts is downright embarrassing."

Audron nearly burst out laughing at that mental image. The very idea of his uncle having to entertain a dragoness dressed up as a slut was something that he had never ever considered, and it was something that was so stupid that he couldn't quite contain it. He cracked up, rolling on his side and hugging his middle as he laughed.

His uncle didn't even begrudge him the giggle, not even blushing as he rolled around. Just like that, so much of the stress just bled away, and he was able to breathe again. When he was able to tilt himself upright again, he shook his head in relief, managing a smile of his own.

"Thanks. I needed that."

"You're welcome. But if you're that worried, try a kobold."

"Huh?"

"I can hear them in the background. You're all but swimming in the little guys, aren't you?"

"Well, yeah, kinda. They sorta adopted me."

"That's what I thought. Try one of them."

"...By try, you mean -"

"Trust me, they're eager."

"But what if they're not tail-raisers?"

"Doesn't matter. They're all dragon-sexual. They'll do anything you ask at this point. Might as well sort this out before the big guys come knocking, huh?"

"...I guess. That's probably a good point."

"Of course it is. I made it. And while I may take the point in bed, I give it, socially."

"...That's an image that'll linger."

"Hey, I take my amusement where I can." Raithir chuckled. "Now, if you don't mind, I think I'm going to catch the tail-end of the breeding orgy. The minotaurs wait all year to let out their seed, and while I'm very happy to catch up with you later, nephew, I don't want to miss this if I can help it."

"No worries, uncle. Thanks again."

"You're welcome. And call in anytime."

"Sure. Bye for now."

The spell ended, and so did his view of the other dragon. He was alone in the room again, and he was faced with a number of decisions that he had to make. Not just about the dungeon, either, all things considered.

Audron looked down at his lap. His robe barely hid his dick, and he knew that he could just leave that here and go out to the rest of the dungeon and do what his uncle suggested. At the same time, he was rather worried about what he might find out. If he was like Raithir, then he would probably get the same treatment that the rest of his family had thrown at the dragon for being what he was. Even if he himself wasn't raising his tail -

Wait. He remembered something else that Raithir had said. Something about taking what was offered, and how if that made someone a tail-raiser, then -

Audron's eyes went wide. He didn't want to take that thought further, but he definitely understood what his uncle was saying. He wouldn't be the only one in the family that would have done this, then.

[i]But...still...[/i]

He didn't know. He knew that he was interested, or thought that he had been when the orc had been offering him his ass. Maybe...

[i]Oh...just grow a pair and try it. Call a female in and a male, and just...compare.[/i]

Thus decided, the platinum dragon got to his feet. Hoping against hope that he wouldn't embarrass himself, he went to the stone door and opened it. He called out, shouting for the kobolds. One ran to him immediately, looking down at the gap in his robe. Raithir was right; dragon-sexual was the word for it.

"Call two of your friends. One male, one female. I...I have needs..."

"Yes-yes! Dragon-love for kobolds tonight! Yiiiiiiiiiis!"

#

The agreed-upon five days passed, though the party started moving on the fourth day. They had made the choice that they would rest up for the first three days, train and prepare as much as possible while they were resting, so that the forced march to the dungeon didn't eat up as much of their energy as it otherwise would. Plus, they would be able to jump right into the dungeon rather than camping out outside it and being potentially vulnerable to any of the dragon's potential allies that might be in the area.

Every night, they dreamed, and every morning, they refused to talk about it. Viola didn't know what the others went through, but she knew that she wouldn't have wanted them to know what she dreamed of. She wouldn't want them to know that she dreamed of carrying her blade into battle at the head of an army, and that she had stopped being a she in the process.

It embarrassed her, made her feel as if she had turned her back on all that she was trying to hold on to. She had always been 'the woman' among the other warriors, and she had done her best not to lose that label. Everything that she did was an attempt to be better than all the men around her, to show them that a woman could do what they did, even as she had to do all sorts of different tricks just to keep up. The idea of becoming one of them was as much of a horror as it was a relief to not have to keep struggling anymore.

[i]Why the hell do I keep dreaming of that?[/i]

She didn't know, and she wasn't sure why she was feeling so different, too. Her armor felt a bit tighter than it used to, tighter and lighter, and there were strange feelings down between her legs while she was riding her horse, now. It was almost like there was something easier to rub down there, something giving her a new friction while she moved around these days. She wasn't sure she liked it, even if her body seemed to.

But that was how it went, and that was what she dealt with, both during training and during the long, hard ride to the dungeon. They arrived at the dawn of the fifth day, right at the agreed-upon time, and they spread out to search the area. It only took them ten minutes - aided by a helpful sign that was jammed right into the ground by the trapdoor - to find the entrance to the dungeon.

The fact that the sign said "Come In, Future Minions" in kobold-scratches didn't make her feel better. She went in first, followed by Olfel, then Red-Arms, and then Kyo'Thar brought up the end. They descended into darkness, only for a series of torches to light up as soon as they hit the bottom of the ladder. They whirled around -

To find that there was a giant table full of food waiting for them. Roast pork, roast duck, hot beef, and more was spread before them, better food than any of them had seen for days.

"What...the hell...is this?" Olfel muttered.

"Well, the dragon is meant to be 'good,'" Kyo'Thar said, shrugging his shoulders. "Perahps this is his attempt at giving us a 'welcoming party.'"

"I don't trust it," Viola muttered.

"I believe that we have little reason to distrust it."

"I'll test it," Red-Arms muttered.

She gritted her teeth as the monk stepped forward. He had been increasingly tetchy the longer that they had stayed in the wilderness, far away from the dragon's mountain and the dragon himself. It was like he had genuinely missed the beast, and had wished them to hurry up and get back to chasing after him. The monk's temper had flared more often than usual, too, and there hadn't been anyone to sic him on to vent that temper.

Still, she didn't want him to risk his life on a potentially poisoned meal. She reached for him, only to have her arm kicked back in a blur.

"Nnngh..."

She barely had a chance to grip her arm, the whole thing numb, before Red-Arms bit down on a piece of lamb. It was apparently juicy as could be, as the grease rolled down his chin, but he did not collapse. Nor did he transform, or suffer any other damages.

"It is safe," he muttered, putting the food down.

"Are you sure?"

"Judge me yourself."

"..."

"Well, if no-one else is going to eat, I will," Olfel said, stepping around them.

Kyo'Thar and Viola shared a short stare with one another as the dwarf started chowing down, and then the orc stepped forward to do the same. She watched as they nibbled, fighting the urge to join them. She didn't know whether it was trapped or not, or whether eating something now would make that much difference for the dungeon ahead, but she did know that she was feeling off-guard now. She had expected a huge trap right there in the front room, or an ambush, or at least some sort of guard, but here the dragon was feeding them.

Even a good dragon was going a little far with this. What the hell was going on? Why was he messing with her head like this?

#

"Looks like they're really enjoying the food," Audron said, shaking his head at the scrying spell hovering in front of him. He didn't look down, knowing that there were two kobolds that were tending to him just now. He didn't know which one was male, or which one was female; when it came down to it, their tongues felt the same, and he had to admit that he'd started getting used to the feeling of getting worshiped while he worked. The feeling of a tongue down there, let alone two tongues, was great. "Pity that she doesn't seem to like it, though."

He had expected that, sadly. Viola seemed to be the one that was most suspicious of him. Even Olfel, as much as the dwarf was a spymaster and a suspicious one at that, seemed to understand just what he was going for. Viola still seemed to think of him as more of an evil dragon than a good one.

That, or she was more afraid than the others. Either way, it would be something that he could help her with. Provided that she let him.

But that would mean he had to force her to let him do that at this point. She was fighting the 'correction' magic harder than the others, trying to keep hold of something that she didn't need to. He remembered that his uncle had advised about letting her keep things, but he honestly wasn't sure how to do that.

[i]Just figure it out one step at a time,[/i] he thought, shaking his head. [i]One step at a -[/i]

Audron hissed as one of the kobolds suddenly deepthroated his cock, going all the way from the tip to the base. Again, he didn't look down, and didn't know which of them it was, but good lord it felt good having them go all the way to the bottom of his cock like that. It was so hot, wet, and tight, swallowing and clenching around him again and again. He still couldn't believe that his shaft could fit down the kobold's throat like that, but here they were, doing it, taking it, enjoying it while they were with him.

[i]Mmmph...[/i]

The last few days had been filled with experimentation when he hadn't been putting together different traps for the different pathways. In the blind tests he'd run, he'd found out that he enjoyed the two sexes of kobolds...equally, as far as he could tell. He didn't know if he had a preference for males, but he found that he could enjoy their holes quite well, and their mouths. He didn't know about anything else yet, but...well, this was his dungeon. He didn't have to experiment with anything that he wasn't ready for, right?

[i]Just figure that out later...later...[/i]

He slowly pushed the kobold's head back, gasping when it popped off. Shaking his head, he waved them off.

"Go, get to your posts. They'll be breaking through soon."

"Yes, Master."

"Yeeees, Master," the other kobold said. They both kissed his balls, then hustled off, leaving him shivering in pleasure that he still didn't know how to handle.

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

Summary: Audron has a call home regarding both his sexuality and what he's supposed to do to win here.

Tags: M/M, Voyeurism, Dragon, Gryphon, Human, Dwarf, Orc, Kobold, Oral, Blowjob, Deepthroat, Anal, Embarrassed, Sexuality, Confusion, Orientation Experimentation, Series, Fantasy, Magic, Self-Realization,