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Little Taste of Korean Meat

“You… want to turn me… into a dragon?”

I spoke very slowly and in English. Not to insult him. He’s a fucking 8 foot tall magical reptile. Wait, is he a reptile? Is he cold blooded? Can he actually fly with those wings of his? Where did all that mass of his come from? Also what the fuck is up with his junk!? How the fuck does he walk with that python those two wrecking balls hanging between his legs!?

Shitty as it is, these were the questions I should’ve been asking the instant Drake Mason morphed into a fucking dragon in front of me. But my first instinct was to… snap a picture. Fuck, I should’ve taken video instead. But then someone out there would call it AI-generated or some shit.

Fuck. Would I even get a chance to upload this?

“Yes, SamSyte,” said Drake in that deep, thunderous rumble of his. Weird how even when he was human, his voice stayed exactly the same. “I want to make you into a dragon.” He spread his arms so I could see his broad, chiseled abdominals and armor-like pectorals.

“Like me.”

He was pretty fucking impressive. No, no. ‘Impressive’ isn’t the right word. Breathtaking. Herculean. Godly with an otherworldly quality to him. You live on the internet like me and you see all sorts of weird shit. Shit you never thought anyone would think of. But it’s there. Look hard enough and you’ll find it there.

But Drake… I guess the best way to describe it is if the rest of the world was filled with dragons like him, he’d still be pretty damn divine.

I live with three other guys and as far as I know, none of us are gay. But even I can appreciate this creature that oozed masculinity. And he was offering me a chance to become just like him?

I mean…

“Just like you?” I asked in a voice that was barely above a whisper, my throat dry.

Drake considered the question for a moment, one of his golden blond eyebrows rising. Is it weird to have someone covered in scales sprouting hair? Like… where are his pores?

“Well, no.” He gestured towards the bed, beckoning me to sit.

I kept my eyes on him while I shuffled towards the bed. My skin crawled as doing that drew me closer to him. Like I was stepping into his aura and I could feel the pressure of his presence. There were enough stories online about people being lured in by nice strangers only to be fucked or worse when their back was turned. What could I do to defend myself against him if he wanted to pounce?

He said he won’t kill me but…

“Not exactly like me,” Drake said as I sat down. “I’m not going to turn you into my exact clone. Every dragon turns out differently.”

Never thought about him turning me into an exact copy of him. Didn’t know that was even on the table. Good news is that the shock was wearing off and my initial streamer instincts had died out. Now my fucking brain finally rebooted. I had questions and was mostly receptive to answers.

“There are more of you?”

Drake spoke with infinite patience and gave me an abridged version of draconic history. There was no doubt he was glossing over some things but I don’t think he was hiding anything. Didn’t seem like he was in any rush either. More like… the stuff he skipped over genuinely wasn’t important.

He talked about how dragons evolved alongside humans. Theories about how in ancient history, some human found a way to ‘awaken’ magic in them and that awakening turned him into a dragon. Becoming a ‘dragon’ was like the next step of human evolution but since both races were pretty stupid back then, it got twisted in history, belief and politics. There were wars, schisms and then most of the dragons left for their own world, Aether. Dragons would sometimes poke in to see how humans were doing. Sometimes, they would find exceptional humans and offer to make them dragons. But as time passed, the practice became less and less frequent because humans were evolving and developing in a direction that was incompatible with draconic society.

Then humans just sort of made dragons a myth… and porn.

Seriously, apparently one of the things that really turned dragons off from converting more humans is the furries - or scalies, I guess? The way they sexualize dragons put this image in Aether’s head that humanity doesn’t take dragons seriously anymore.

Can’t blame them. If there was an alien race that saw me or my race as some sex toy I’d be offended too.

Then he described how he wound up on Earth. How he killed another dragon in self-defense. Murder is still murder even on Aether. Maybe worse because dragons don’t have a consistent way to breed and all dragons don’t age. Drake was exiled to Earth by his own family and said that he could only return once he had transformed one human for every century that the dragon he had killed had lived.

For the past five hundred years, he’s been searching for guys he can turn.

“And from my centuries-long search,” he finished. “You are the first I found to have the potential of a dragon.”

Bullshit. There had to be bigger and better people than me. At the very least, more popular streamers. Think about it. My channel barely has fifty subscribers. Videos I post never get more than three hundred views. Live streams are dead. Twenty people at most and three of those are my buds. Why me? What made me so special?

“What do you say, Jun-Hoon?” he pressed after five long minutes of silence. “Do you want to become a dragon?”

His question brought me to reality and I blinked a few times, staring at him in disbelief.

“SamSyte?” he prompted.

There were so many questions buzzing around in my thick, stupid skull that I couldn’t organize them. In the end, something had to come out.

“Does it hurt?” I asked. It took me three seconds to actually process what I had said. The question was asked to buy time. Wasn’t really interested in the answer. “When you transform. Does it hurt?”

Drake tilted his head to the side, his long, pointed, elf-like ears flicking a little. For the first time, he looked almost doubtful.

“Depends on the dragon transforming you,” he said. “The process involves me putting a little bit of my magic in you.” He held up his clawed hand, holding his thumb and forefinger an inch from each other so that the tips of his ivory claws were barely touching. “You could call it resistance training of a vaccine. I gradually expose you to more and more of my magic until your body learns how to get used to it. Then, it’ll be all about finding your magic. Once you learn your Role, you’ll become a dragon.” He lowered his hand and grimaced a little. “But again, it really depends on the dragon that’s going to be your progenitor to decide whether or not ‘it hurts’.”

He paused a little and turned his gaze back to me.

“I have been told that my magic can be a bit of a tease.”

A ‘tease’, huh? That could mean so many things. Psychological torture? Fill my head with promises of immortality and never give it to me? Was he going to make me his slave? Keep me on the hook forever? Or would he put my dick in a cage to make it a physical thing?

“Please elaborate?”

Fuck, that was so goddamn formal. Took me a second to realize we were still speaking in English.

His eyes locked with mine and I was forced to look away. His golden gaze is just so goddamn intense. Especially in the dim light of the hotel room.

“When my magic enters you, it will feel like you are being stimulated to the very cusp of orgasm but relief will just be out of reach,” he explained evenly. “My Role in Aether was that of the Carnal Entertainer. It was my Duty to pleasure my clients. Make them feel good in a way that they wanted for as long as reasonably possible. I straddled the line between pleasure and pain constantly but it was always based on what my client wanted.”

He talked about ‘Roles’ and ‘Duties’ like they were gods or something. Didn’t quite get it but they seemed important to draconic society.

“So… you were a prostitute?” I asked cautiously in Korean.

He blinked once at me but otherwises showed no reaction. At least… I don’t think he did. I’m not good at reading the faces of dragons.

“No,” he answered patiently, also in Korean. “I made someone feel good. Helped them achieve release and satisfaction. That is not always sexual.” He took a second to pause, considering his words. “If you were my client, for instance, I could sit you on my lap, stroke your hair, press you against my chest and sing you a genuine lullaby that your mother never did for you without recording it for posting later… or doing it fifteen times so that the lighting and angle were just perfect.”

Yeah, if I was still ten-fucking-years-old that would be nice. Actually having a mom that loved me and didn’t treat me like her goddamn prop. You know, like her actual kid? Not saying it wouldn’t be nice now but it would’ve had more effect back then.

“I was really good at finding what would make someone ‘feel good’,” the black and gold dragon continued. “Most of the time, it required physical touch. And yes, I had sex with my clients but that was not mandatory.”

Drawing a circle in the air with his claw, he said, “But going back to you becoming a dragon. It’s not a process that happens over a single night or instantly. It takes time. You will gradually change. It is as much about self-discovery as it is becoming a dragon of Aether.”

He tilted his head away from me, looking down his muzzle at me like he was trying to appraise me from a higher angle. “I could give you a taste of it, if you want. Nothing is permanent, of course. You can stop any time you want.”

Getting to the heavy questions now.

“So if I decline…?”

He lowered his muzzle, regarding me head-on again while crossing his arms. “That will be up to you. I’ve got a lot of spells and skills that will wipe your memory. Make you forget I ever transformed and any of this about becoming a dragon. It will be like we just came up here to discuss our business arrangement and decided it didn’t quite fit so we went our separate ways. Of course you could always keep your mouth shut, I don’t have to do that and we can stay in contact.” He held up his hand. “But know that I have no interest in sponsoring or funding your endeavors as a streamer.”

Well shit… So either I become a dragon, get magic and basically become immortal or… I just go back to how things were.

“So you weren’t interested in me.”

He stepped forward. I didn’t flinch. I mean, I was a little too bummed and overwhelmed to do anything but sit there. Even when he sat down on the edge of the bed, I didn’t move. His weight did shift the mattress but I wasn’t sent tumbling over to him.

“On the contrary,” he said, his voice a little brighter and filled with… praise? Hope? It sounded like he was a little happy. “It was your content that drew me to you. Your determination to carve out your own identity and stick to it despite the rest of society telling you to give up and go with the flow. That was very draconic. Isolated but also part of a collective. Unique but capable of meshing with others.”

Hearing him say that reminded me of my three buds. The four of us making up our little group called ‘Upw4rd’. Each of us had our styles, our preferences but we all supported each other. Hung out in each other’s streams. Gave each other three extra views, comments, likes and bookmarks just to help the algorithm a little.

“Like a puzzle piece,” I said.

“What?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow at me.

“Puzzle pieces, you know? Each one is unique but together they make a bigger picture.”

A little smile touched his muzzle. “Right. I suppose so.” He leaned back, resting his hands on the mattress and shifting his weight backwards. “You have to understand, SamSyte, that I want to go back to Aether. I’ve been around humans for five hundred years. I’ve been patient. I’ve been hopeful. But I’ve also been disappointed. I told you when we first met that I was not going to treat you like a charity case. If I don’t get anything out of our arrangement, I don’t see any reason to support you.” He tilted his head and smile towards me. “Besides, if you had half the potential of becoming the dragon that I know you can be, you wouldn’t just let me pour money into your account and leave you to your own devices.”

Damn right. Maybe it’s just the way I grew up but everything was always… I dunno… transactional? You don’t get anything for nothing. People don’t just hand out cash expecting nothing in return or if they did, somewhere down the line they’ll bring it up again. That’s just how it worked here in JJBC.

“You’re right there. I don’t want to be in any sort of debt to you.”

Our conversation paused for a minute or two. I just sort of… thought about the offer. About becoming a dragon.

“So?” he asked after a bit. “What do you think? Want to become a dragon?”

I turned my gaze to him and gave him this awkward grin. Sort of a grimace sort of a smile. “Can you… just give me a sample?”

Really, I expected him to laugh but he graciously nodded. “Sure.” Then he slowly lowered himself onto the bed, his huge wings draping over the entire length of the mattress. Half of his body was still hanging off the edge as he looked at me expectantly. “You should take off your clothes.”

There we go. The fuckening. I knew there had to be some sort of catch.

“Why?” I asked guardedly.

Raising a hand, he calmly said, “Look, magic is really powerful stuff. Its is something transformed into energy to be shaped and molded in a specific way by an individual. When I put it in you, you’re going to feel it and trust me, my magic can be pretty intense.” He shrugged at me. “Like I said, I was a Carnal Entertainer. That was the Role that turned me into a dragon and it was my Duty that helped me shape my magic.”

Role and Duty again. Wish I knew what that meant.

“I’m going to keep my clothes on,” I decided, holding onto the rim of my tanktop tightly. “Whatever your magic does, I can take it fully clothed.”

He gave me another shrug and his long, strong tail snaked out from behind him, curling around his thick thighs and hovering just a foot away from me.

“Alright, if you’re sure.” Those golden, reptilian eyes roved over my body. “I’m going to inject my magic into your left calf.” His tail drifted towards the named appendage.

“Why my left calf?” I asked, pulling my limb away.

“You’re right-handed so that will be your non-dominant leg. You sit all day playing games so your legs probably aren’t the most well-used muscle on your body. It is probably not as sensitive as any other part of your body and probably the least sensual.” The dragon quirked an eyebrow at me. “Am I wrong?”

Never thought about my left calf that way but I suppose he’s right.

“No…”

“Alright. Then brace yourself.”

I watched that tail snake down towards my leg, curling around my shins. I tried to distract myself with all the details of the flexible limb. Like watching a goddamn snake move. No, no… that only made it worse. But it was pretty much like a serpent. It could twist and curl no other tail can. Not to mention there is this mane of golden blond hair that ran down its length, thinning out the closer it was to the tip but gradually growing denser and longer as it traveled up the length until it got to his -

Then it happened.

A little surge of… something shot into my calf. Like being electrocuted but it wasn’t painful. It was a weird feeling. I have my own places that I like being touched and would get me hard but my left calf was not one of them. But when Drake shot his magic into me, it became one of those ‘erogenous zones’. Hot magma poured into my skin, radiating outwards all over my calf and wiggling into the roots of the thin hairs there. Electric pleasure rippled up and down every single hair from tip to root before surging into muscle. It was like getting a cramp - what do Americans call it? A ‘Charlie Horse’? - but good. Odd thing to say but that is literally what it felt like.

A tense ball of raw erotic energy clumped up against my left calf and every instinct in my body immediately went to contain it but it wasn’t enough. Little leaks of this power seeped through into my veins, rolling up through my leg and making a beeline for my cock. I could feel it. Like snakes wiggling their way up my inner thigh until they found their destination.

I was instantly hard.

The shock of it all caused me to topple over, collapsing onto the bed right onto Drake’s webbed wings. There was no time to apologize. My guard was down. The lump of magic broke through and suddenly I was feeling all of this fucking desire to fuck and cum run up my entire leg. Guys know what it’s like to feel your dick start to get hard. Especially when it’s at a moment you don’t want. Your cock brushes up against your underwear and you get that little thought in the back of your mind saying ‘oh, that feels nice’. Then blood starts rushing into your groin and suddenly, your balls are all like ‘go-go-go!’ while your head is scrambling to think of how to hide your boner in public. It was like that except it was my whole fucking leg. My entire left leg was sending these signals to the rest of my body that it was horny, it felt good and I needed to cum.

I was not fucking ready.

Not even a bit.

My dick was aching so much. Pulsing and throbbing like a caged tiger begging to be let out. It was hammering at my shorts. The discomfort was only matched by the amazing feeling of my sensitive flesh being teased by the touch of my briefs. Pressure was building in my balls and the base of my cock. It wasn’t until I felt my dick brush up against the bands of my underwear did I realize that my cock wasn’t just throbbing. It was growing.

I bit my lower lip. Probably some instinctive impulse to get some sense in my brain. Too bad it didn’t really translate to the rest of my body. My hands immediately went to the rim of my shorts, pulling it away from my body just to make room.

Fuck, that was a mistake.

My cock suddenly had room to grow and it sprang out like a fucking snake pouncing at its prey. The bright pink tip and mushroom-shaped glands rocketed out past my thumbs. More than that. With each heated pulse, it grew wider, fatter. It pushed up against my knuckles as it grew bigger and bigger, forcing its way around the curve of my belly and rising up to press up past my goddamn belly button. And it wasn’t stopping.

It definitely never did that before.

Shock and fear was drained out of my head quickly. That fucking monster needed all the blood after all. I barely even got to feel how the big, pink, fleshy tip steadily turned pale white. The beast had just reached up to nipple height when I just could not take it anymore.

I gasped - think even squealed a little bit - and my whole body just… caved. No thrusting. No bucking my hips. Didn’t even move after I fell over.

I just came.

It didn’t even feel that good. Like, you know how when you’re jerking it it feels good to build up to it and when you eventually do cum, that climax is fucking awesome? Then even the release and afterglow feels nice? This wasn’t that.

Sure, I felt the hot seed bubbling up from my balls and shooting up my now monstrous dick. But when it came out, there wasn’t that hot wave of pleasure as my dick jerked like a cobra striking and fired what had to be a gallon of my seed. The cum just sort of… burst out on its own, shooting up from where I lay, splattering against Drake’s chest and soaking into the sheets. It was definitely the biggest load I’d ever shot at that point but it was just kind of… empty? Maybe it was because it was accompanied with the feeling of my cock deflating. Or because it was just one, continuous stream. Not that jolting jerking that came from an orgasm. Just one jet of cum that shrunk my dick back down as more and more of the seed left my body.

The afterglow that came afterwards was just as meaningless. My body just going through the motions as if it realized I had just cum and was now just trying to make me feel good. A whole minute passed before I could actually come to my senses and take in what just happened. My cock sank back into the cavern of my shorts, gently brushing up against the rim of my garment.

“Intense, right?” chuckled Drake. His voice rippled down his arm and across my shoulders. Even though I was still fully clothed, this chill ran down my body and I wanted so much for him to pull me close and hold me. “And that was barely 0.1% of my magic.”

I hope he was exaggerating. Please tell me he was exaggerating.

“I’m not exaggerating.”

Fuck.

“Like I said,” he said calmly but with this knowing smile on his face. “I’ve been living on earth for five hundred years. I’ve learned what makes human men tick. Even before then, I lived a long time in Aether to refine and develop my magic. I’ve had a lot of practice.”

Double fuck.

His arm closed around my shoulders. Not pulling me in but offering a pillow that I could rest against. It was only then that I realized just how tense I was. Dueng Chang-He, one of my roommates and members of Upw4rd, would always interrupt our streams by reminding us to relax our shoulders, take our tongue off from the roof of our mouths and breathe. Remembering that actually helped at that moment.

“Take a second to catch your breath,” he said gently. “It was quick and fast, I know. But your body wasn’t used to magic at all. It needed to get out of you as quickly as possible.”

There was some explanation about how back when dragons and humans lived side-by-side, humans had a higher tolerance to magic. There were even humans who were outright immune to magic and they were the kinds that would wage war on dragons. After thousands of years, that tolerance dropped rapidly. So now humans treated anything magical like a violent, alien allergy. If Drake had kept it in my for much longer, I could have gone into shock. Maybe died.

But I wasn’t really listening.

Because my body was just starting to register how good that all felt. Not just the orgasm but the growth. Something in me… awoke. Yeah, having a dick that huge came with bragging rights and every man’s dream but… it felt… right.

Maybe it was the ‘dragon’ in me that Drake saw. Maybe it was just so long since I jerked off or had sex that I was just starting to remember how rewarding it was. Maybe he was working more magic in me. He did say he knew how to make people feel good.

Didn’t matter. I wanted more.

“I accept.”

Drake turned his golden eyes back towards me, blinking in surprise. I’m no good at reading draconic faces but he genuinely seemed surprised.

“Sorry?” he rumbled.

“I accept,” I repeated, piercing together my scrambled thoughts. “I want to be a dragon.”

Primed and Online

Explaining to the rest of Upw4rd that I was going to be traveling to America for a bit was… surprisingly easy. They all thought it was the big break that they were waiting for. A wealthy American saw our stuff - my stuff - and wanted to talk details in his home before we signed up. Flights and accommodations were fully paid for by Drake and to help offset all the time where I would not be online streaming with the rest of the gang, he sent over more JBS. I had no idea how long it would take for me to become a dragon but one of the conditions I set out was that Drake would sponsor the guys.

Seemed like a fair deal.

I transform into a dragon, get immortality and magic and pay off one of the centuries in Drake’s debt and all he has to do is keep Upw4rd afloat.

Okay, I may have secretly hoped that the other guys would become dragons as well. If Drake didn’t want to turn them maybe I could. But I needed to know more about the process first before I did anything.

Flights were booked. Surprising how easily you can just get a flight within a day when you have money to spare. We needed to get some legal documentation for me to travel. Visas and everything. South Korea and the US still had an agreement so I didn’t need a full-on Visa if I was just visiting. Couldn’t stay more than month but Drake assured me that he had ways to work the system if it came to that.

When I asked him if he could just open a portal and allow us to travel between the two countries, he gave me a smile and said that was one of the ways he could work the system. We should just do things legally first before resorting to magic. Easier to explain that way.

Goddamn do I want to learn magic.

A few days later, I was packed, I had informed my few followers I was traveling and we were on a first class flight to the US. Drake sat next to me - back to his human form - and had been almost… protective of me ever since I agreed. Having a huge, hulking, blond American bodyguard looming over me and watching for danger was kind of nice. Made me feel like a celebrity.

But in Jaejanbaek, everyone was their own celebrity. Not going to miss it one bit. Would have left a long time ago if I had any other options. Growing up there and being forced to go into the same market as my parents always left a bitter taste in my mouth.

Speaking of my parents, no I did not tell them I was leaving. They would probably have someone tell them eventually. I made sure to keep the fact that I was leaving with a wealthy American entrepreneur a secret. Seriously, if they found out, they would be at my fucking doorstep trying to beg me to introduce them to Drake. Not going to having him exposed to their fake smiles, even worse laughs and obvious attempts to sell him into a partnership with them.

I may have been afraid that they might convince Drake to abandon me. Would be something they’d try to do. They are shitty people that would sell their own children if it meant getting immortality and magic.

That thought made me shudder.

Drake noticed and glanced over to me as we sat side-by-side on the plane.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

“Nervous,” was all I managed to reply.

Never been on a plane before. Even with all the sponsorships and selling out that my parents did, they never got out of Jaejanbaek. They would travel all over the city and sometimes outside but never out of the country. Guess it really shows how isolated and different JJBC really is.

Customs was kind of gruff. We arrived early in the morning so they must have still been warming up for the day. There were no direct flights from South Korea to Wyoming so we had to jump across a few flights before finally landing in Drake’s home state.

Very different feel from JJBC. Lots of open space. Not crowded at all. Plenty of nature. More and more I felt out of place. Thankfully, Drake hadn’t arranged for anything that would have set him out from anyone else. No limo. No private helicopter. Not even a butler. Most people would have killed to be carted around by a celebrity and exposed to all that shit but I had just arrived in this country and didn’t want the stares.

Tempted as I was to post videos or make quick posts about my trip, I needed to go into radio silence. Going through the airport, collecting my bags and even entering the car Drake owned, I had this itch to take a photo, write a quick, witty comment and send it online. All because it would get me a few JBS.

But I wasn’t in Jaejanbaek. I wasn’t going to need any jujubucks soon.

Fuck that’s a weird thought.

It look a long - and I mean, really long - time to get to Eaglebend, the town closest to Drake’s mansion. We stopped for lunch and I had my first ever taste of a real, authentic American hamburger. It was… alright. Needed to be a little sweeter. I only got beef and sourness.

While we ate, people stared.

“Don’t worry,” Drake said, taking a single fry from his place and waving it through the air. “They’re staring as much at you as they are at me. We can share the spotlight.”

When I gave him a quizzical look, he reminded me that he was technically the heir to a multi-billion dollar fortune. A fortune that had sat idle since ‘Drake Mason’s father’ had refused to do anything with it and went into manual labor. No one saw or heard of the Masons for over a century. They just knew that Drake had ‘inherited’ the fortune because someone poked around at some official filings and decided to publish the announcement. Slow news day. Really, the story only made it out of Eaglebend a few years later.

After we finished lunch, we drove all the way to his mansion which was still some distance away. We went through the ground rules along the way. Not like we had much else to do.

“You know how to drive, right?” he asked.

“I know how to. But I’ve never gotten to. JJBC has automated cabs and public transport that will take you everywhere.”

“Fair. For the record, I’ve got a few cars and you’re free to take them out and drive to Eaglebend whenever you want. I’ll set up an account for you with the local bank and give you some cash to spend. There really isn’t another town close by though. You’d be driving for hours before you hit anywhere decent.”

Made sense. The dragon needed his privacy, after all.

“I’ll get you a phone as well,” he continued. “You can call me whenever if you need help. Not going to put any curfew on you or anything. Just do me a favor and stay away from any drugs or narcotics. It makes the transformation harder when I’m using my magic.” He waved a hand through the air. “Altered mental states are hard to work through when the basis of my magic is making you feel good about yourself.”

“I don’t take any of that.”

He grunted out a ‘good’ and then went through a few more basic rules. Well, not rules really. More like info that would make living at his place a little more bearable. He had a fully self-sustaining farm on his property which he really only maintained so he wouldn’t have to go out for groceries often. Anything he ever needed he created with magic. Deliveries would have a ridiculous surcharge because of how isolated he was so if I ever needed anything, he just needed to ask and he could conjure it. Out internet connection was the best in the world. He used magic to get ridiculously fast connections. He just asked not to use it to get on the dark web or hack government sites. Apparently, that was hard to scrub and he didn’t want to move. Contact with the outside world was permitted but I could not invite anyone to the mansion.

Drake really was still a pretty private person and a bit of a loner.

I should be honored that he’d let me live with him but I remembered that… well… he needs me to leave ‘prison’.

Kind of sad that Earth is a ‘prison’ for dragons.

Other rules were a little more… magical.

“I’ve got a cleaning spell that goes through the whole place three times a day,” he said, holding up three fingers as we rounded a bend. “Once at nine in the morning, then at two in the afternoon and then again at nine in the evening. I sort of time it generally after I have my meals. It’ll clean everything from the toilets, dishes and floors. You can literally shit on the floor and the spell will clean it up at those periods.” He glanced at me. “Please don’t shit on the floor.”

I returned the glance. “Have you?”

He coughed and turned back towards the road. “On the off chance that we get an intruder, all you’ve got to do is shout ‘Resettouvio’ and they’ll be ejected from the premises with no knowledge of ever entering the property. They’ll be put on the road miles away facing the opposite direction of the mansion and with an urge to walk away.”

“Is that a spell?”

It was not. Just a trigger phrase he bound to the magic. The spell itself was a combination of different spells that went over my head. All I got was that over the centuries, dragons developed different kind of spells that was powered by different forms of magic. That made the spells agnostic to what energy it used.

His explanations can be a bit lengthy but the way I got it, ‘magic’ really was just a different kind of energy like how fire and electricity was an ‘expression’ of energy. Whenever a dragon is born/made/transformed, they made it possible to turn something into energy. Just like how mankind has found ways to harness light, fire and electricity, dragons did the same. It’s just that their kinds of energy are… I guess… more conceptual? I don’t know the right word for it.

“Humans have the power of motion,” he concluded. “That’s the basis of everything on Earth. Things move and other things happen. Fire, light, electricity. All tied down to movement. Physics, I guess. But dragons, we have the power of other things. I guess you could say when I became a dragon, I introduced the power of ‘horny energy’. Made it so that you could turn the sensation of physically feeling good into energy.” He shrugged absently. “Not what it’s called on Aether but you get the gist.”

Horny energy. That’s what he put into my left calf. I could feel the shadow of that moment even now, a few days later.

Fuck.

“So what happens when a dragon dies?” I asked.

He went silent.

Shit. Did I hit a nerve? I knew he was sent here when he killed a dragon in self-defense but was it still too soon? Was five hundred years too soon for an immortal dragon? Did I just blow my chance to ascend to dragonhood and get my buds out of selling every second of their life for cryptocurrency?

Drake’s lips moved slowly. “When a dragon dies, their magic goes with them. A dragon is like… a key to accessing that energy. Not the source. Just the conduit by with others can use the phenomenon in magic.” He was twisting his lips like he was trying to get something out of his teeth. I realized he wasn’t offended by my question. More like he was trying to put it in a way I would understand. “Each dragon is a concept given form, a primal force… a… a…”

“A theme?” I prompted. “A genre?”

Drake’s eyes lit up and he nodded. “Yeah. Something like that. They open a new possibility to the world. But they are just the foundation. Other dragons can make use of the magic they introduced and run with it. Make new and magnificent things. Do new and magnificent things with it. When they die…” He took a hand off the steering wheel and made a motion like something was exploding. “… the foundation is gone and everything based on it becomes useless. Doesn’t mean we forget it was ever there. Just… that’s a lot of stuff that just can’t be used anymore.”

I turned my gaze straight forward. The gentle slope of the road was slowly starting to even out. Rolling hills hugged us on both sides of the road while snowy mountain tops loomed over head.

“So… when dragons left Earth and took all magic with them, how are you able to cast magic?”

He smirked at me. “Well, I am still a dragon so I’ve brought my magic with me. Theoretically, humans could learn to harness my energy. If they knew it existed. As for me, I wasn’t just sitting around on Aether because I brought ‘horny energy’ to the world, you know. I learned how to refine it. I learned spells.” He bobbed his head from side to side. “Sex is always a plus but like I said, other dragons learned to use what I brought to power our society. I learned from them. Earth is full of carnal pleasures and I can tap into that to power the spells I had learned. I honestly don’t need to fuck around to generate my magic because humans do enough in the pursuit of physical pleasure to gorge Aether a thousand times over. Not to mention I’ve got five hundred years here to adapt and learn.”

Amazing how human and dragon societies were so different. If a human somehow learned how to bring a new form of energy to the world, someone would find a way to exploit it. Patent it. Sell it. Claim it as their own. Dragons seemed to share everything they brought and willingly allow other dragons to make the best of it. If Earth were like that maybe the dragons wouldn’t have left.

Maybe we wouldn’t be forced to produce content every single minute of the day just to buy bread.

We rounded another bend and I finally got to see Drake’s mansion.

‘Mansion’ didn’t even really describe it well. Compound? Campus? It wasn’t just one fucking building, is what I’m trying to say. It was a bunch of them. All walled off by a tall, red-brick perimeter with black spikes of metal at the top and barbed wire. The way we were approaching the mansion, it was from atop a slightly elevated hill and the place was sitting at the base of that same hill so I had a little overview of the grounds.

Drake wasn’t lying when he said that he had a self-sustaining farm. The western side of the campus - away from the shadow of the Rocky Mountains - was mostly farmland. Small farmland but still farmland. The barn and silo looked slick and futuristic. All white, clean and not at all what you’d expect a farm to be. I swear it looked like it had a landing zone in the back.

Opposite to the farm, on the other side of the campus, was this huge warehouse-like building. Drake said that was the gym. There was an outdoor pool, tennis court and even a fucking American football field. It was that big. The interior of the gym apparently had lots of workout equipment. Not that I’d ever been to a gym but Drake said that when he was really into trying to attract potential dragons with his sexuality, he got into fitness.

“One of the positive things I picked up living amongst humans,” he grumbled.

The mansion itself sat in between these two. It was big and shaped like a large ‘D’ on its side. The side facing the entrance was the long, horizontal flat size while the arch was hidden behind the three-story facility. In the gap within the mansion was apparently a large garden and courtyard. Again, one of Drake’s hobbies he picked up in these past centuries.

It just blew my mind how much money and time went into making this place.

… then I remembered that Drake had magic and he probably built this up over a couple of centuries and suddenly, it didn’t seem so ridiculous.

…

No, it was still fucking ridiculous. Just not as stupid when thought about.

Drake drove us through the large, black, iron-wrought gates that had a distinctive design of a big, black dragon glaring down at us. If I didn’t know he was a dragon, I would have thought it was tacky. Now, I realized it was a little on-the-nose.

He veered to the left where he drove the car into an underground car park. Yes, car park. Not a garage to fit one or two cars. A fucking car park. When he said he had a ‘few cars’ I could borrow, I didn’t think he’d have rows of them just sitting there gathering dust. To his credit, these weren’t fancy sports cars or vintage cars from centuries ago. They looked to be fairly recent models from different manufacturers. Apparently, he got into car repair a while back when, posing as his own dad, he did a lot of manual labor. Fixing cars at a local garage gave him that sort of hobby.

Once parked, he helped me with my bags and showed me up to the mansion.

Have you ever been somewhere that was… too clean? Like a hospital? Or one of those display homes? IKEA? That’s what I got from Drake’s home. It was huge. Three floors, wide spaces to walk and with every piece of furniture carefully placed so perfectly that I was afraid to touch anything. The air smelled so clean. Not floral or lemony. Just… clean. Like freshly polished steel. Very saccharine.

The tour took a long time. The front half of the mansion - that long, horizontal part of the ‘D’ - was reserved for the more ‘practical’ parts of Drake’s living. The kitchen, library, office, storage and whatever else he would need to run a business was there. Apparently he used to run meetings here and entertain guests. Not anymore.

The arch of the facility was for his hobbies and living quarters.

“I set up the room next to mine for you to sleep in,” he announced as we walked towards said room. We were fifteen minutes into the tour. I had never walked so much in my life! You’d think after eating lunch and being stuck in a car for an hour or two, I would be eager to stretch my fucking legs but I was panting and huffing by the time we actually reached my door.

“I’ve filled it with the basic amenities,” Drake said, pushing open the large, double doors. “Bed. A desk. Bedside table. Wardrobe. There’s a walk-in closet past the personal bathroom. If you need anything else, just ask.”

“Thank you,” I said, trying not to appear too winded. I dragged my luggage into the room and stopped.

When he said ‘basic amenities’, he wasn’t kidding. There was huge bed covered in white and plain sheets. A black bedside table on each side of the bed. A large corner desk in the far corner. A wardrobe that looks like it was a big, black filing cabinet. A window that reached the ceiling and had very plain, black curtains provided light into the room and there were light bulbs embedded into the ceiling and walls. But that was it.

It was like I stepped into a very large but very basic hotel.

“Feel free to customize your room as you see fit,” Drake said. “Again, you just need to ask me for anything you need and I’ll conjure it for you.”

I nodded wordlessly. I was still trying to process how this dragon who had lived for over five hundred years didn’t have the time to decorate a guest bedroom. Or had any taste for interior design. Maybe he cleared it out so that it could be my blank canvas but it still felt… impersonal to me.

“I’ll leave you to unpack and get comfortable,” he said. “Feel free to explore the grounds. Tomorrow, we start your training.”

“What will that involve?” I asked.

There was a most devilish look in his eyes. It was that weird smile of his where he lifted one eyebrow, his lips went tight and there was a little crinkle around the corners of his eyes. Made him look like he was trying to get a ‘signature shot’ for a movie or something but was trying to hard.

“You’ll see.”

Terms of Agreement

It was the loneliness that got to me.

The mansion was big, impressive but also very fucking empty. Drake did his thing throughout the day and he left me mostly to myself. Wandering the mansion and peeking into every room to see what it contained took the rest of my day. Drake had a lot of hobbies. Ways to pass the time and make him attractive to potential dragons, he said. He had a room for pottery - kiln included. A room for sewing. He even had a blacksmith room. A smithy, I think it’s called?

Each self-contained and isolated by walls. But none of them seemed… cohesive. Like he wasn’t making pots that was somehow linked to what he sewed. What he forged was no way related to whatever he painted. When I found the large theater of his, I was ecstatic only to realize it was just for watching movies. No games. He had a game room for that.

It felt like… he was just trying to fill the space.

Even sleeping in my room felt there was a huge-ass ‘emptiness monster’ just watching me. I don’t know. Maybe it was because I’m used to living in this massive, cramped city where advertisements were flashing at me at every corner, I needed to get special curtains and headphones to block out all the noise or I’d only ever go to bed after spending hours streaming to no one. Sleeping on my own schedule and not because my body told me I was literally crashing was… weird.

Fucking bizarre that actually getting some decent sleep would actually feel wrong.

I think what made it worse was that the moment I woke up, my first instinct was ‘fuck, I’ve got to post something.’

Isn’t that messed up?

That’s the world I grew up in.

My phone was already in my hand and I would have started scrolling for something to comment on when my feed popped up with a warning.

‘You are logging in from an address we are not familiar with.’

“Fuck,” I mumbled. “Right.”

The normal procedure is that they would send a confirmation message to my email and I’d have to hit a link before I could access my feed.

But this was a wakeup call.

I set down my phone, peeled off the facial mask that I had applied the previous night and stretched. It was seven in the morning. Drake said that the ‘cleaning spell’ activated around nine so I needed to find something to eat and get dressed before then. Dressed in little more than a big, baggy, white shirt and a pair of black shorts, I sleepily waddled barefoot towards my door.

Back in the apartment I shared with the guys, I would immediately see the kitchen in front of me. Here, I was greeted by this long, dark hallway that seemed to stretch forever to the left and right. Real haunted house shit. Would’ve pissed myself there and then, gone back to bed and told myself it was all a nightmare. Then I woke up a little more and remembered what I had gotten myself into.

Because fuck ghosts when you’ve got a guardian dragon right?

A guardian dragon that wants to infect you with magic and immortality but whose last words were fucking ominous.

I really didn’t see him at all last night after we parted ways. No idea when he went to bed. No idea when he found the time to cook bibimbamp for me for dinner. We didn’t speak or see each other at all. I would’ve gotten bored if I didn’t have the whole goddamn compound to explore and I barely covered the mansion.

Good news is that I knew where the kitchen was.

Walking through the mansion barefoot probably wasn’t a good idea so I grabbed some sandals I packed, put them on and headed out. Took me a whole fifteen minutes just to go down two flights of stairs and navigate the entire mansion to get to the kitchen. Just like before, it was a fucking trek and I was not looking forward to sweating before eating.

But as I got closer to my goal, I smelled something delicious and familiar. The faint sound of sizzling drew me in and that aroma of freshly cooked rice hung in the air. My stomach was practically growling by the time I got to the kitchen and found Drake - in his full dragon form - standing over the stove cooking something while there was a spread of food already laid out on the counter.

“Good morning,” I greeted in Korean.

“Morning,” he answered in kind without looking over his shoulder. His tail was swaying playfully behind him and his tone was bright, welcoming. “Sit down. I’m just finishing with these and I’ll be with you in a moment.”

“Thank you.”

He had prepared a typical Korean breakfast. A large bowl of rice sat in the middle of the marble counter. Soup with clear broth with bits of tofu, wispy scrambled eggs and some herbs sat in a pot with a lid over it. Various side dishes - ‘banchan’ - was scattered all over the table from soy-soaked eggs, kimchi, marinated vegetables and even some juk - rice porridge.

It all looked great.

But also reminded me that I hadn’t eaten this good in a long time.

Drake turned around, carrying a still-sizzling pan that looked way too small against his huge body. I suddenly realized why the house was so big. His wingspan, tail and general bulk meant that he needed the space. Honestly surprised the floor didn’t shake whenever he walked. I was also surprised that, like the night he had transformed in front of me, he did not wear any pants. I mean… who would make pants his size anyway? Not talking about his eight-foot-tall body. His junk was just huge.

The sizzling from the pan mercifully distracted me from the swinging pendulum that was his big, black dick. He had cooked some fried egg with what looked like a little bit of chili oil. Looking at it made my mouth water. I hurriedly grabbed a bowl, scooped some rice onto it and held it out with both hands for him to slide the egg easily on top of the rice. It was cooked just how I liked it. Whites firm and bouncy with the edges just a little toasty for a crunch but the yolk was still runny. I grabbed some vegetables, put it on my bowl and immediately pierced the egg with the chopsticks that I had been provided. The golden yolk oozed beautifully onto the fluffy rice and I went to work mixing it about so that the latent heat from the rice would cook the yolk to give it a fluffy, almost custard-like texture.

The first bite was heaven. Took me back to the time me and the rest of Upw4rd actually had enough JBS to have a decent breakfast at this hotel that gave visitors the ‘authentic JJBC experience’.

“This is really delicious,” I said. “Very authentic.”

“I sure hope so,” Drake chuckled, making a serving for himself. Naturally, he had a much bigger portion for himself. That bowl of his had to be custom made. He also had two eggs instead of one. “When I first came here, I made a point of trying to live in as many countries as I could to absorb the culture and cast my net wide so I could find as many dragons as possible. Lived in Korea for…” He paused as he brought a mouthful of rice to his muzzle, closing his lips around the chopsticks as he thought. “… Six years, I think? It was a long time ago.”

“Can you use your magic to find dragons or potential dragons?”

The dragon bobbed his head from side to side. “If I knew what I was looking for, there’s a bunch of spells I could use. But because each dragon is unique and each candidate is different, it’s nearly impossible without getting to know them.” He gave me a warm, friendly smile. “Which makes me really happy to get to know you.”

Funny. We barely know each other. Hung out a bit back in Jaejanbaek as we got things sorted but beyond that…? I wouldn’t even say we were friends. Not really. Yeah, he made me cum but that’s not really… knowing someone, you know?

Which made me wonder… How the fuck did he know I liked this food?

“How did you know I’d like this?” I asked. “It’s really good but… I guess I didn’t know I really needed this until now.”

Drake glanced away and let out a little chuckle. “First time out of the country. Judging by your viewership and reputation, you probably didn’t make a lot of money even if you were collaborating with three others. Not to mention you demolished the bibimbap I left out last night. I knew you were hankering for some genuine Korean food. This seemed appropriate. Plus, I wanted it too.” He bounced a little happily from side to side. Again, I have no idea how the floor wasn’t shaking with every step. “There’s just something about the fluffy, egg and rice with all of these different vegetable sides that just hits differently.”

I smiled at that. It was nice that he was genuinely appreciative of my culture.

We ate, just talking about random shit. Then, just as I was about to finish off my bowl, it hit me.

That same feeling.

That knot of pressure that screamed for me to fuck and to cum. It suddenly appeared in my stomach, bulging out and throbbing against all the food there. Each pulse sent wave after wave of pressure radiating throughout my body. Every muscle, every limb tensed even as those same, crawling fingers of arousal shot towards my cock and instantly made me hard.

There was no time to think. A rocket had struck my stomach and was about to explode. I dropped my chopsticks and barely managed to set down the bowl in my hand before I had to grip the edge of the kitchen counter just to stabilize myself. Beads of sweat rolled off my brow and I grit my teeth in a grimace.

Fuck it felt so good. I needed to fucking cum.

I looked down at my crotch with a mix of trepidation and excitement. Sure enough, the mass writhing against my shorts grew bigger and bigger. I had only sported a hardon this big once before and I was left craving to see and feel it again. With all of my weight currently supported by my arms against the kitchen counter, I couldn’t hold my shorts open to let the monster out. Not that it needed it.

My cock pushed against the rim of my shorts. It had learned how to navigate past my clothing. I saw that bright pink head again and as it grew, the gradient of pink that gently turned to white was revealed as well. I was forced to straighten a little as the beastly dick curved past my belly button again and threatened to bump its very sensitive head against the cool, marble counter top. If anything touched it at that moment, I would have exploded.

But that wasn’t all that was changing.

A gurgling emitted from my balls. Mass and cum filled each testicle and there was a sudden weight that against my shorts that threatened to tip my balance. My eyes were drawn away from the length of my cock to my crotch. One, huge egg-shaped mass pressed up against the black fabric of my shorts. It had to be as big as a goddamn baseball! Maybe even bigger. Before I could let out a gasp of surprise, another gurgling noise followed and my other nut ballooned in size.

“F - F - Fuck…” I cursed.

Tension suddenly entered my right hand. Through sweat and bleary eyes, I managed to lift my gaze to regard my palm. The creases on the skin seemed to… harden. A soft sounds like crumbling, stale cookies emanated from my palms as they turned pale. The same color as most of my cock, I realized.

That tension increased, the muscles and bone feeling like had turned into solid rubber, rubber that was being stretched. Each finger elongated and widened, fattening up to a size that was far from familiar. Small, diamond-shaped patterns began drawing themselves across the back of my hand, dividing the territory of my flesh amongst themselves before hardening their defenses into light blue scales that were still surprisingly flexible.

My hands twitched and spasmed like they were being electrocuted. Nails hardened into solid, white claws that could have easily torn my supple flesh to shreds. Hard veins pulsed against the back of my hand but ended at my wrist where the transformation seemed to end.

Suddenly, I was looking at this huge, scaly, clawed hand that just ended at my wrist. A hand that was many sized bigger than my own and would have easily engulfed my whole head. Soft, white, leathery palms that transitioned abruptly into scales the color of a clear midday sky.

It felt right.

Between the nostalgia of some good breakfast, food in my stomach and now this… I couldn’t hold it.

I gasped, my jowls shaking alongside my whole body. That hand, driven by its own instincts, suddenly dragged my entire arm to seize my throbbing cock. That was all it took. Just a touch. One grip. And I erupted.

Cum burst from my dick and shot forward like a geyser, spraying all over the marble counter top. Drake stepped aside, sweeping up his bowl to make sure that it wasn’t tainted by my seed. That pressure in my stomach was instantly released and a wave of relief washed over me. With my mutated balls now supported by monster of a dick, the amount I produced was three times more than the first time Drake had used his magic on me. The blast lasted twice as long, though. Long enough to run my huge, draconic hand up and down my shaft twice.

My hand may have been bigger but my arms weren’t. It was still a bit of a trip from tip to base.

Just like the first time I had ejaculated, my limbs began to shift back the moment the seed left my body. My hand, cock and balls and shrank back to their human sizes. But when the last drop of cum oozed down onto the floor beneath me, I could feel the tip of my still-erect human cock just poking out of the waistband of my shorts.

Did it get bigger?

“Oh fuck…” I panted. “What… What was…?” My eyes focused and I locked gazes with Drake… smirking at me. “The… fuck did you do?”

He let me try to prop myself up for a second before speaking. “I told you last night. Your training starts today.” Waving his chopsticks around, he said, “I’ve seeded my magic randomly all over the compound. Attached different triggers to the spells. Wove a complex system that would gradually increase the dosage and application based on your resistances. So it’ll only build when you’ve grown stronger against it.”

A broad, toothy grin crossed his muzzle. Coming from an 8-foot tall, two-and-a-half-tonne dragon of muscle, that was fucking scary.

“You won’t know when or where it would hit you. You’ll cum. And keep cumming. Gradually getting stronger and stronger until you find your magic. It can be anywhere. From a room you enter. The clothes you put on. A droplet in the shower you take. Even your food.” His eyes fell on my bowl and I followed his gaze.

That son-of-a-bitch!

“Oh and I’ve got wandering versions of the spells as well,” he warned, straightening and grinning at me. “So even if you’re sitting perfectly still in your room, one of them might just come at you from nowhere. And yes, that version is invisible.”

Then he shrugged. “Oh, and of course, there’s me you’ve got to contend with.”

The fucker! He’s trapped me in his goddamn fun house of fuckery! There was nowhere I could turn before I would spontaneously find myself on my knees and cumming! Yes it felt good but it was also… I dunno… wrong?

Though really… how was it different from what I was doing back in Jaejanbaek? I guess because it was willing? I had to post it? It was my decision to expose my life to the public for money? Here I could sort of blame him?

“I’m merciful though,” Drake said smugly. “You’ll get a refractory period. So you might want to eat up and fuel up. You’ll be firing off that ‘missile’ of your a lot more often than before, SamSyte.”

That set the premise of the day.

After gathering my strength, I hurriedly shoveled as much food as I could into my mouth. Shock and a little bit of exhaustion kept me from badgering him with questions so once I was done, I politely excused myself, bowed and hurried back to my room. All the while, I was so fucking tense and wound up that I swear my heart was going to explode. Somehow, I made it back to my room without one of his spells hitting me.

Could it be that he was just joking? Some sort of draconic humor?

Nope.

I took off my clothes and headed into the adjacent bathroom where I started the shower. Not even one minute into stepping into the stall and letting the warm water hit me did that same sensation hit me again.

“Oh fuck!” I cried as that knot appeared against on my left pectoral - I say pectoral but that’s being generous. It really was just a tit. I’m not fit. Tubby but not obese. Still, it felt like one of those ‘pumps’ all the guys at the gym talk about. A tight mound of mass that was filling me with the need to cum. I stumbled back against the wall of the shower stall.

This time, there were no articles of clothing to hide the onset of my transformation. I watched from start to finish as my little, human cock sprang to attention and grew… and grew… and grew. As that monster rose up to greet me drooling with precum and my balls inflated forcing my legs apart, I could not help but think…

‘I could cum to this.’

Just like before, my right hand spasmed and transformed into that big, draconic paw. Only this time, that same sensation erupted from my left had as well. I held up both of my palms to my face. It must have looked like a classic monster transformation scene from when movies were grainy and in black and white. I watched them with a mix of fascination and horror as they grew to triple their size, developed scales and finished off with massive, protruding claws.

I didn’t even fight it when they lunged at my cock, gripped it in a double-fisted grip and stroked it. Not even two strokes and I was shooting cum against the tide of the shower.

Just what did a dragon think a human’s fucking refractory period was!?

The water, soap and shampoo helped keep me clean and bring me back to my senses. This was all to become a dragon. All to get stronger. Make a better life for myself and the rest of Upw4rd. Shit. People worked and suffered more to get way less. Enduring surprise orgasms every now and then wasn’t too bad.

Right?

I stepped out of the shower after… fuck, I don’t know. Ten minutes? Dried myself off with a towel and looked at myself in the mirror.

He told me that his magic would change me. Not much of a difference. Still around 5’8’’. Still fat with saggy man-boobs topped off with dark nipples. My belly was still there, an umbrella of fat over my dick which was not just starting to get soft. Not a single shred of body hair except for the standard - armpits, crotch. I mean, I had hair on my arms and legs but it was so goddamn thin I might as well have shaved it and no one could tell the difference. The tattoo of roses I had on my left forearm was still there. God I wish he wouldn’t take that away when I became a dragon.

I mean, they kind of looked like scales anyway. Roses of different colors stacked on top of one another that just ran up from a little after my wrist all the way up my elbow. You could see bright green, thorny spikes here and there but it was mostly roses. When I got it, my mother was so pissed. Don’t know if she understood the symbolism behind it. That all the flowery and pretty bullshit that she put on as a front hid the thorns that strangled and bled the people working for her.

Though I think the thing I resented about myself the most was my face.

‘My little baby boy’ kept ringing through my head as I looked at the rounded features in front of me. No matter what I tried, I seemed to have this perpetual ‘baby face’ look. You know the kind. Chubby, rosy cheeks. Squinted eyes. Permanently looking like a kid that was still losing his baby fat.

I grew out my beard but could never grow a mustache so I had this chinstrap beard that I kept tight and neat. Grew out my hair so that it hung loosely over my face to hide my tall forehead and even dyed the tips blond to make me as mature as possible. But I just could not get this image of a baby out of my head.

My mother’s ‘little baby boy’.

“Fuck you,” I growled to no one in particular.

One positive note was that my cock was sort of looked bigger. Cock and balls. My weight and mass may have offered a little something to the Asian stereotype. You know the one. But now… well… Flaccid after having cum twice in rapid succession, my cock wouldn’t be something you’d call a ‘grower’. It must have been at least five inches flaccid. I could feel my fat sac against my thighs, warm and ready to go.

I turned and headed back into my room. In all the chaos and uncertainty of the previous night, I hadn’t fully unpacked so all my clothes were still sitting in my luggage. It would have been too simple to walk out of the bathroom naked to get clothed. No. Drake was standing there, arms crossed and staring at the corner desk that sat abandoned.

“I took the liberty of conjuring you some clothes,” he said, waving absently over his shoulder. Something about that desk fascinating him. “Don’t worry. I didn’t curse them or whatever.”

I eyed him suspiciously and, with my hands over my crotch, made my way towards the bed. A white tanktop similar to the one I had worn when we first met sat neatly folded on the bed alongside a pair of khakis. Both had this emblem of a dragon’s silhouette on it. I gingerly touched them and…

Nothing.

Guess he was telling the truth… for now.

I put them on alongside some of my own briefs and by the time I was done, found that he was still looking intently at the corner.

“What’s so weird about that desk?” I asked.

“I was wondering what kind of rig you’d appreciate,” he answered. “Are you a PC guy or Mac? Linux? Gaming tower or laptop? One monitor or two?”

The question surprised me. “Just PC is fine. Two monitors, I guess? My rig back home was a tower so…”

I felt bad asking him for so much but after a quick nod, he waved his hands and streams of silvery strings sprung from the tips of his claws, weaving themselves into machinery and complex computer parts in front of him. Like spider silk flowing through the air and somehow solidifying into impressive monitors. Without me asking him, he created a keyboard, mouse and controller all for me. Noise canceling headphones as well. All ready for me to use.

“We’ll need to install an OS on it,” said the hulking dragon. “And get all the programs you need but that’s a simple purchase.” Only then did he turn back towards me. “For now, let’s go to my library and talk about some basics about being a dragon.”

“Can I ask first?” I said, pointing at the very impressive set up.

“Sure,” he responded, turning back. “Do you want another monitor? Not big enough? Would you prefer a wireless mouse? Some speakers?” Then he smacked his forehead with the heel of his palm. “Shit. Of course. You need a chair.”

“No, I -”

Any further protest died out as he used his magic to weave a very impressive gaming chair and settled it right into the desk. All in the span of a minute.

“I was going to ask…” I began. “You can’t just make something out of nothing, right? The energy or magic has to come from somewhere.”

He snorted. “That’s because you humans and Earth operate on the basis of equivalence.” Then he let out a little cough. “Magic really is just a different kind of energy that does come from a source but you can freely manipulate with your will. Here, where magic is scarce, you get something based on how much you put in. I’ve had to adhere to that rule as well. And you’re right, my magic does come from somewhere but it’s in ridiculous abundance here on Earth.”

“What is it?” I scoffed. “Sex?”

There was a little smirk on his lips. “Sort of. Something a little more… broad.” Lifting a finger, he said, “Remember, I was the Carnal Entertainer. I drew my power from physical pleasures. Arousal, pain, excitement, thrills, adrenaline rushes and even a feeling of accomplishment. If your body has a physical reaction to it that brings pleasure, I can tap into that to power my magic.”

So… dopamine. As long as humans kept producing dopamine and experiencing its effects, Drake would have magic to spend. No wonder he could just manifest a table, gaming rig and chair without breaking a sweat.

Something about what he said struck a weird chord with me though. That thing about ‘equivalence’.

“So… are things not… equivalent in Aether?”

Drake did that thing with his lips where he looked like he was trying to get a particularly stubborn piece of meat out from between his teeth with his tongue. “Kind of. Since there are so many forms of magic on Aether, dragons have combined them together to make complicated formulas that sort of… fucks around with equivalent exchange.” He snapped his fingers. “The best example I can give is my father. Altrikonze Kelphanium.”

Try saying that three times really fast.

“His magic is the magic of balance.” Drake held up both his hands, palms facing upwards about the same level. “Not just maintaining it. Changing it.” He tilted the ‘balance’ of his hands back and forth. “Just by the world existing and being in a sort of equilibrium, he has a source of magic he can tap into. He refined his spells. He could literally make it so that a single grain of rice can supply you with all the nourishment you could need for the whole day. Or make it so that a fatal wound wouldn’t be so serious as to cost your life. That’s what made him such a good High Justice. His Role could change the world at a whim but his Duty tempered that.”

There were those words again.

I wandered over to my bed and sat down on the edge. “You keep mentioning ‘Role’ and ‘Duty’. Like they’re some deity or something. What are they to dragons?”

Drake nodded in understanding. Using his already held up hands, he illustrated how when a dragon discovered their magic, they found their Role. Their Duty came afterwards when they found their place in Aether. Drake’s Role was the Carnal Entertainer and his dad’s was the High Justice. Drake’s used his magic to bring pleasure to people and his dad was like a judge. That was how they fit into Aetherese society and that was their Duty.

But a Duty wasn’t some hard and set rule but it was basically an obligation to fulfill their role to the best of their ability based on their understanding of their Role. Like Drake causing someone to feel pain might be considered weird to some but if the person he was hurting wanted it and got them off, then he was performing his Duty as defined by his Role. Same with his dad. Like he said, if he made it so that someone’s fatal wound would not actually kill them, then he could do that because he was using his Role to fulfill his and Duty. But if he were to act selfishly and not administer justice, then he would be failing that.

Which was why he still needed Drake exiled even though he could probably have tipped the scales to make the punishment less serious. Though maybe he did use his magic but I wouldn’t be able to tell.

Aether was built around the dual concepts of Roles and Duties. Their typical greetings were framed around it.

‘Duty defines’ was typically followed by ‘We oblige’.

Or there was an exchange of ‘For our Roles and thereafter’.

“Who gives you your Role and Duty?” I asked.

Drake pointed a clawed finger at me. “You do.” I pointed a finger at myself and mimed his words without uttering a sound. “It’s part of the transformation. You learn about your Role when you discover your magic but no one is going to tell you how to use it or how you fit into Aetherese society. You decide how you will use your Role and that will be your Duty. Philosophically speaking, you need both to become a dragon but physically, as long as you know your Role, you’re already a one.”

I puffed out my chest. Considering how I could already see my draconic self in the few instances he’d used his magic on me, my Role was clear. “That’s easy! I already know what I want to be.”

He held up a palm and grimaced. “Well… see that’s the problem. There’s a difference between wanting to be something and knowing who you are.” Waving a hand around him, Drake said, “That’s the problem with humanity. Your definitions of yourselves are bound to what others need. What society and civilization needs. Not what you need. You became a streamer because you were born in Jaejanbaek and that’s how you would survive. People go into construction or medicine because that’s where they think the money is. They make products or inventions because there’s a need for it by someone. Few people decide that they want to become something unique, different and totally unheard of before. That is the essence of being a dragon. Being you.”

Unshackled. Unrestricted. No physics. No dependencies. Just me.

That was how to become a dragon. It wasn’t so simple after all. Having grown up defined by a lack of privacy and being used as a prop for someone else’s success, I was suddenly faced with a very real possibility that I could still fail at this.

Above all, there was one question that might actually be the crux of my success.

Could I be completely free and find myself when I was doing all of this for Upw4rd?

Growing Engagement

Fuck Drake. Seriously. Fuck him.

After that talk about Roles and Duties, the assault of his magic was relentless. Between thirty to sixty minutes, something would trigger his magic and suddenly, I’d be writhing on the floor with cum shooting from my aching dick and more and more of my ‘dragon’ being shown. I would be walking down the hallway on my way to the kitchen to get a snack when boom, I stepped on a tile he booby trapped and suddenly I was on my knees, screaming in frustration, jerking my meat with two huge dragon paws while my forearms were covered in sky-blue scales.

What is worse is that it is completely random.

I expected to start cumming again after eating some lunch but nope. It was clean. That door leading out into the courtyard though? Yeah. I ‘seeded’ the fucking garden because of that.

On the positive note, I got really good at taking off my pants so I didn’t have to keep changing them every time one of his spells hit me. But after a day or two, it became easier just not to wear them. I mean, he went around without pants. Why should I? Modesty aside, it was just practical. No one else was around except him and he certainly wasn’t shy.

That and I was running out of clothes.

After the third day, I was just going around with my shirt because it was just that much easier. Enduring those orgasms became a sort of common thing but, like Drake said, after I got used to it, the dosage of his magic would increase. Just when I thought I was handling the particular level of magic, it would get bigger and harder. The lump I would feel where his power would invade me would grow in size and aggression.

I was shooting farther, stronger and with more volume and each increase of intensity saw more and more of my body transform, teasing at the dragon that I would become. He was not kidding when he said that his magic was a bit of a tease.

There was a point when I was so close to asking him for a break. Once, after a long day, I slumped into my bed only to realize he had trapped the freshly washed sheets. His magic permeated my back and seeped into my skin. It was like a medicine ball filled with sand was blowing up against my spine and I was arching my back to accommodate. First time I ever used my claws for anything than jerking off because I dug them into the mattress to hold on for dear life. I was nearly in tears before I shot my load. Probably would have sobbed myself to sleep if I wasn’t too exhausted and passed out entirely.

But here’s the thing.

He was genuinely trying to teach me.

Drake didn’t just leave these traps everywhere and expect me to figure it out. There were lessons. Basics of magic. Creativity. Self-actualization. Sounds like a lot of bullshit. The kind of empty crap you get from the self-help aisle in bookstores but it wasn’t. Lessons included clearing my mind of everything that restricted me. Forgetting about physics - easy because I hated that subject in school - and all of my grievances. Wiping away the bullshit my mother did to me was hard and I’m not there yet but he told me that I didn’t need to forget her. Just make sure that she wasn’t this shadow over my life all the time.

And it helped.

By the fourth day, things were… different.

I would go to bed exhausted and one of his spells would hit me just as I was about to sleep just as a reminder of what the following day would bring. The next day, I’d feel refreshed, strong and ready to go. The first few times the spell would hit me, I’d cum and I would feel a little stronger for it. That tension in my muscles felt more like bulk than stress. My brain didn’t feel like it had been rattled and was left to marinade in dense fog.

By the end of the week, I visible saw differences.

I had changed.

That morning, exactly one week after I left Jaejanbaek, I woke up feeling like a new me… even if I was a little sticky and smelled of old sex. That’s what happens when you shoot cum while your balls are empowered by dragon sex magic. My routine had escalated to taking a shower immediately after waking up just so I didn’t feel… crusty when eating breakfast.

I made it all the way into the bathroom and crossed the sink before one of Drake’s traps hit me. Pretty sure it was in the mirror and it triggered the instant I looked at my own reflection. The sensation hit me hard. Harder than ever before. My whole body tensed, every muscle winding up like a coiled spring ready to explode.

The shock and fear of this experience was long gone. Now, it was about enduring the immense pressure to cum, trying to hold it in and pushing away all the expectations and future possibilities that kept me from being me. My dick was already goddamn erect by the time I stumbled towards the sink, grasped the edges of the marble counter and grit my face with effort, trying to focus all of this magic in me into myself. Hold it in. Make it my own.

I lasted about a minute before it became too much. My massive, pink and white gradient-colored dick and heavy balls pulsed. Somehow I resisted the urge to abuse my member even though the entirety of my arms had been transformed, completely covered in sky-blue scales. I took a moment to admire how, even though I was all scaled-up, my flower tattoo was still very visible. Hell, the color of my scales actually contrasted well against the roses. The muscles all over my arms looked almost ridiculous against my body. Both limbs were many times bigger than what should fit me. Bigger and longer. Thick, plump veins ran up and down by biceps, forming a lattice on my forearms.

They were fucking juicy.

Moment of self-admiration over. Drake’s magic punched my prostate. A jet of cum blasted out of my dick and splattered across my reflection.

“F-f-fuck…” I groaned, holding onto the edge of the counter top for balance, my claws scraping against the marble. I leaned back into the feeling of release, having discovered that fighting against the immediate need to shoot my load actually gave time for my body to realize what it was being forced to do and allowed me to enjoy the experience. Deep down, it all still felt really good. I got pissy when the magic pounced on me all of the sudden when I absorbed the energy, guided it through my body, it was like someone was pumping by veins with warm, hot fudge. Comforting on the inside and fucking hot on the outside.

And I did feel proud of the cum I was producing.

Pornstars couldn’t shoot that much. Not that I really paid attention to how much a guy squirted out when watching porn… Though maybe I should? Wasn’t exactly sure how I felt about it. Becoming a dragon did mean I’d basically be gay. All dragons were males, after all. And Drake… well… No denying he was amazing to look at and he was nice.

Those were thoughts I pushed aside for the moment. My stomach was growling. An orgasm right after waking up meant that I was already low on resources. After I fully reverted, I grabbed a small hand towel, soaked it in some water and quickly wiped the splatters of my juices from the mirror.

That was when I saw myself. Like really saw myself.

I remember reading somewhere that when you’re working out, you won’t notice anything immediately. Something about seeing yourself every day and the change being so gradual that every small bit of growth is just something you accept. Other people are more likely to see a change in you first before you acknowledge it yourself. It had only been a week since I had been with Drake and it was only now that I got a good look at my body and how much it had changed.

‘Little baby boy’ didn’t really apply now except maybe ironically.

There was actually muscle beneath my skin. When I moved, I could see the mounds and shapes they made. My neck was thicker and didn’t look like my chin had merged with it anymore. Slopes of my traps rose up from my shoulders and seamlessly fused with my neck. My collarbone was actually visible and didn’t vanish beneath layers of fat. Hell, the gold necklace I wore with my little rocket pendant sat comfortably between my pecs.

And that’s another thing.

I had pecs!

No moobs. Pecs.

Like they were firm, square and didn’t sag. My nipples were actually pointing down because of how big my muscles were and not because my tits had gathered so much fucking fat that they were being dragged downwards.

And my arms!

I couldn’t help but flex a little and admire how my biceps genuinely bulged. My shoulder and biceps looked like foothills of the Rocky Mountains. Wish I could say there were pumped veins that ran over them like rivers but my skin was mostly smooth like that. The tattoo looked a little faded now that it was forced to stretch across my much bigger forearm.

My hands glided down my chest and over my stomach. It wasn’t flat or chiseled. I wasn’t ripped. The belly was still there but I could see the faintest whisper of abdominal muscles beneath the soft mound. A musclegut I think they called it? Honestly, I might’ve been way more scared if I did get a solid six pack. Didn’t really feel like me if I did, you know?

I turned around, craning my head back. My back was wide. You could see that taper leading to my hips. And my ass! Shit! Big and juicy. You could slap it and it’d jiggle but then I just flex it and it would be like hitting stone.

No skipping leg day for me either. My quads were broad and wide. If I tensed them, you could see the hard lines between the beefy muscles but only if I flexed. Same with my calves. I remembered seeing people do this thing where they lifted a leg so that they were standing on the balls of their feet and it made their calves really pop. Wasn’t sure exactly how it was done but I tried it.

Yep. My calves did pump out and when I relaxed them, they slid back into this seamless, smooth mound. I think I liked that aesthetic. Smooth, cuddly and warm but if I flexed then you saw my power.

Yeah. Like a hidden SAM Site.

That thought - that association between my gamer tag and how I looked now - triggered something in me. Like a little spark went off in my head. Someone striking a lighter to get that little sizzle. A brief flicker in the dark that filled me with… with…

It’s hard to describe. Hope? Excitement?

My heart wasn’t racing but I could hear every heartbeat in my ears. There was a buzz going on in my head. Not quite that I was drunk or high but… thrilled. Inspired. Motivated. Something was urging me to keep going. To push on. To follow that trail of thought because of the reward at the end.

Problem was… I had no idea where to go.

All my motivation just deflated from me and I returned to a standing position facing the mirror. It didn’t even occur to me that my dick was fully erect again. A little smile touched my lips when I realized that my cock was definitely longer and thicker than before. Wasn’t just because my belly had retreated a little. It had to be at least seven inches long now. And my balls? I gave them a little fondle and they were definitely bigger and heavier than before. That’s saying something since I just came.

A little bit of ego stroking didn’t help this feeling that I just had an opportunity slip through my fingers. Running through the comparison of my body and the theme of a camouflaged Surface-to-Air Missile Site didn’t return that same glimmer of inspiration. As I showered, I pondered what that feeling was. Poked at it. Tried thinking of different angles.

As a streamer and one that was born in Jaejanbaek, you’d think I’d be good at this. You always had to fight and struggle with other people to make unique content. But unless you were the first to make a comment or a post, you would just be a droplet in an ocean of trash. Even if you were the first, you ran to risk of being called out. Fake news, AI Generated or just creating drama for the sake of drama. This was especially true for people with small viewerships like me. People could sniff out when you were trying to rage bait for the sake of interactions.

Not that I ever did that. Me and the rest of Upw4rd were all about authenticity.

Just… people didn’t really react to that.

A cloud hung over my head as I dried myself, got dressed and shuffled towards the kitchen. Drake immediately noticed my miserable mood the moment he saw me.

“Everything alright?” he probed, fluffing up some rice and putting it in a bowl in front of me.

“Not… exactly.” I took the rice with thanks and began serving myself. “This morning, I just noticed that I had… changed.”

His golden eyes twinkled. “So you finally noticed, huh? That’s a clear sign that your body is transforming to endure magic. Humans use nutrition to generate energy for their body to function. They’ve evolved that way. But when magic is introduced, this new form of energy, they are forced to adapt and that generally takes the shape of you growing. Your constant partial transformations and reversions is literally a sign of your body adapting.” Those very same eyes drifted towards my crotch. “Mostly in ways you’d never expect.”

After walking around mostly naked for the past few days, I didn’t feel the need to hide my package. Even though I did still blush.

“So I’ll get even bigger?” I asked, flexing an arm if only to draw his eyes away from my dick. “More… muscular?”

Strangely, his focus drifted away from me and he seemed almost… ashamed as he answered. “Yes. That… might be my fault.”

That didn’t sound fucking good.

“What do you mean?” I asked, lowering my arm.

Since it was his magic that was coursing through me, the changes were skewed towards his tastes. After spending five centuries here, Drake Mason’s tastes had evolved. While he appreciated men of all shapes and sizes he preferred his guys to be big, beefy and strong. Not always ripped and fucking jacked like some bodybuilders. Just…

“Meaty,” he confessed. “I like men that I can hold in my arms and wrap my wings around without completely cocooning them.” He grinned sheepishly. “And I admit I like being the little spoon every now and then.”

“Do you like being fucked too?” I joked.

“I’d have wasted my time here on Earth if I didn’t appreciate bottoming.”

The way he delivered his response in such a nonchalant way like he was just stating common knowledge caught me off-guard. Then I remembered that his job back on Aether was to ‘make other guys feel better’ and I imagined that he would have to be fucked every now and then.

Where I stand on the matter was still up for debate.

“So I’ll get bigger and stronger,” I concluded, looking at my own hands. They had definitely grown. “But will I still be… me…?”

“Of course,” he responded gently. “You won’t become a dragon otherwise. It just so happens that we have a connection and that connection helps define you. Just like with everyone. We aren’t islands. We are social creatures and while we are independent, we are defined by our interactions with one another.”

It was why when a dragon was born, he shares his magic with others. Different perspectives could help shape the magic and find other uses or applications for it than what the originating dragon might have come up with. Honestly, I didn’t mind that Drake was the one changing me and his magic was making me bigger and more manly. I was just… deflecting what was really bothering me.

He picked up on that immediately.

“That’s not really what’s bothering you, is it?” He leaned forward, reaching out gently and cupping my chin. The soft scales on his palms touched my beard, reminding me that I hadn’t shaved since I had gotten here. “Come on, SamSyte. You need to be honest with me.” He pulled back, leaving a little tingling sensation where his claws had touched my facial hair. “Huh… did you decide to grow out your beard?”

I glanced away, blushing a little. “I’ve been a little preoccupied. I was scared as shit that I’d end up cutting myself while shaving. Especially if your magic were to hit me while I was shaving.”

“Fair.” He gave me a smile. “I like it this way. Looks good on you.” Then he straightened and nodded to me. “Anyway, you need to be honest with yourself. Be you. Break down the barriers imposed upon you by society. Swear, walk around naked, fuck anyone you want.” He gave me a sly wink. “That’s the essence of being a dragon.”

‘Be honest with myself’, huh?

“I just had this… weird feeling this morning.”

“Weird how?” he pressed, showing genuine concern.

“I don’t know…” I had to switch to Korean because it was easier to explain in my native language. “It was like… I just realized that the girl I was talking to back while I was in elementary school liked me. Or there was a really difficult puzzle that I had given up on years ago and I only now just realized the answer.”

Drake pulled his head back, his ears perked while his wings closed in around his shoulders. The gentle swaying of his tail stopped and his gaze became very intense. “Like you just realized you were in the darkness all your life and just saw a spark of someone lighting a match?”

Strangely accurate metaphor but there was no denying that was it. I didn’t even need to say anything to him because he already knew the answer.

“That’s amazing!” he exclaimed, reaching out and grabbing my shoulders. “Do you have any idea what this means!?”

Of course I didn’t.

“It means that you’re taking more to just my magic! It means you’ve taken the first step to figuring out your Role!”

“It… It does?” I stammered, using English again.

“Yes!” He was beaming now. I don’t think I’ve seen him more animated before. Or maybe I was just getting better at reading his draconic features. “That little spark you felt? That’s you discovering something about yourself that is attuned to your own magic!” He straightened, folding his arms while his features became a little more serious. “I bet you’re feeling a little disheartened right now. Lost? Maybe even a little depressed?”

I wiggled my fingers in front of my face, just imagining threads of silk sliding between the chubby sausages. “Like there’s this really great idea from a dream I just had but it’s slipping through my fingers.”

Drake made a slicing motion through the air. “Perfectly natural.”

Somehow, those two words didn’t quite offer any comfort. Thankfully, he saw the face I made and went into an explanation. Dumbed it down for my stupid brain too. Those stories about how dragons lived in big caves or dark mines and slept for a long time? Not really a fairytale. Turns out, it was a metaphor for how dragons really awoke in reality. A human who took that first step towards self-actualization would first have to realize that they were not perfect, that they had so much more left to grow and develop. Dragons described that as ‘waking up’ in a dark cave with no idea where the exit was. The process of finding their way out of that cave and emerging as a dragon was literally a metaphor for the whole draconic transformation.

Looking at my hands, it was hard to feel like I made progress. This feeling of being lost and absentminded just clouded my thoughts. Part of me wanted to just shut my eyes, go back to the ignorance of pretending that there was no cave but… at the same time… well…

Look at me! I felt great. I looked better than I ever did.

And this was progress.

Progress to save the rest of Upw4rd.

I had to become a dragon so I could help by buds.

“I’ll trust the process,” I said firmly, lifting my head and giving him a little smile. “I mean, your magic has already changed me so much.” Again, I gave him a flex and this time, he actually paid attention to the muscle I was showing. His eyes lingered a longer than normal.

“Great,” he answered. “Let’s finish up breakfast before the cleaning spell wipes the table clean. We can go over some basics of Aetherese society afterwards.”

A short thirty minutes later, this wave of gelatinous silver goo washed over the entire kitchen. It washed over the cabinets, the tables, appliances and dishes. Leftovers were immediately absorbed into the silver slime. The dishes and chopsticks we used disappeared into it as well. They would reappear in the drawers moments later. It left me and Drake alone, giving us about about a foot of distance as it rolled all over the room. The entire process took about five minutes and made a wet slurping noise that honestly reminded me of splattering cum. Drake claimed that he crafted the spell to be like that so that it could get into all the cracks and crevasses but honestly, I think he was just being horny. Couldn’t expect anything less from the Carnal Entertainer.

“Let’s go to the garden,” Drake insisted. “The weather is nice and I think it’d be a good place to do our lesson.”

I hesitated. I hadn’t stepped ‘outdoors’ naked before. Sure I had walked all over the mansion wearing nothing but my necklace. And yeah, the garden was technically enclosed by the mansion but it was still outdoors.

“Problem?” asked the big, black and gold dragon in front of me, cocking one of his golden eyebrows at me. I still don’t understand how he had hair growing out of scales.

Switching back to Korean, I said, “I… just have not…” A quick cough. “I will go back to my room and put on some clothes before we got to the gardens, alright?”

He let out a thoughtful hum, narrowing his gaze at me briefly.

Then, the sensation hit me. His horny energy. It came from my left forearm like it was radiating from my tattoo. My dick was immediately hard and I stumbled forward, resting my weight on my forearms as I grit my teeth against the immeasurable desire to shoot my load.

“Don’t fight it,” Drake advised calmly. “Direct it. The second it hits your cock, you’ll cum. So what should you do instead?”

After a whole week, that was the first piece of real advice he had given me when dealing with his magic. Sounded easy in theory but in practice? Do you know how fucking hard it is to concentrate when you’re seconds away from blowing your fucking load? Still, I tried. I could feel that lump of eroticism radiating from my left arm and its need to travel all the way down to my cock. Horny bulls charging through my veins eager to get to the breeding pens to fuck.

But I could direct them.

On a whim, I straightened and lifted my arm above my head stretching it as far away from my cock as possible. Incredibly difficult considering how, at that moment, my cock was simultaneously rising up to meet my arm while blue scales were rolling down from my fingertips. The movement cost me. What defenses I had put up crumbled and his manly magic went charging right down my arm, pumping through my bicep and pouring into my shoulder. My skin was prickling, every wispy hair standing on end like I had just been electrocuted. Muscles all up my limb tensed and became hard like corded iron while my bones stiffened, unmoving as stone.

Somehow, I managed to keep the pulsing energy back because the minute it reached my heart, I knew it would start pouring throughout the rest of my body. There was no stopping it. I’d cum. That was inevitable. But I could slow it down.

Up to that point, I was holding my breath and the moment I released it, his sensual spell charged forward and filled my left pectoral. Blue scales crept up my shoulder but abruptly stopped around the crest of my pecs, around my collarbone. The skin over my chest toughened and turned the same pale white as my palms, strong but still flexible. The change inched across the mountain of my pecs but somehow hadn’t sunk into my heart just yet. I forced myself to breathe, to pace each inhale and count every exhale, the progress slowed. It still crept towards my beating chest and when it finally touched the core of my being…

… it was just over.

I clenched my fists into hands, squeezed my eyes shut and let out a gagging gasp. All of that pornographic power surged straight towards my cock, causing my chest and abdomen to immediately tighten in anticipation. My balls slammed into the base of my dick and hot cum blasted out with enough force that I probably should have been propelled back a few feet if this was a cartoon. Thankfully, the kitchen stool that I was sitting on wasn’t so flimsy. Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss erupted from my dick until the last blast finally rocketed out of my cock and I collapsed back onto the counter. The cool, freshly cleaned marble felt good against my sweaty forehead especially as my body once again reverted.

“Want to know something?” Drake asked after I don’t know how many minutes.

“What…?” I wheezed.

“I had nothing to do with making your heart the gatekeeper to the rest of your body.”

My eyes snapped open and I tilted my head - still pressed against the counter - towards him. “What…?” I repeated.

“Just as I said,” he said to me proudly. “You were the one that defined that your heart would be the last bastion of your resistance. Not me. I’m using my spells to inject you with my magic. I’m not giving it shape. It’s not biological. It’s not following your veins or arteries. You guided it down your arm. You guided it to your heart. You let it run rampant over the rest of your body after it touched your heart.”

He leaned close, his muzzle just inches away from my forehead.

“Not me.”

Then he straightened, a smirk on his face. “Now come on. You’ve cum all over my kitchen counter. You can walk naked into my garden. And you’ve just cum as well so you’ve got some time before any of my spells can hit you again.”

“Yay…” I mumbled weakly.

He padded away and started heading out of the kitchen. “And SamSyte.” He glanced over his shoulder, a proud look glimmering in his eyes. “You have a lot more control than you give yourself credit for.”

I gave him a little smile. “Duty defines, right…?”

He returned the smile. “And we oblige.”

Couch Co-Op

“Why did you call yourselves ‘Upw4rd’?”

Drake and I sat on a large, soft couch in my bedroom. At that point, I had been living with him for about two and a half weeks. He made a point of coming into my room every few days and asking me if I wanted to personalize something about the decor. It would help me ‘finding myself’ if the space I called my own was genuinely reflective of me. Back in Jaejanbaek, my ‘personal space’ was the one corner of the room room I shared with Jin Dong-Sun. The room wasn’t big and we needed space for our two small beds and our gaming setups. So we were pretty fucking cramped.

Having all this space to myself left me a bit… lost for choice.

So Drake began adding his own touches and asking me if I was alright with it. Despite being a dragon that’s been around for five hundred years, the man’s tastes are… antiquated. He seems to think that every gamer wants LED lights or everything has to look cyberpunk. Maybe he got that from Jaejanbaek. For me, after growing up bathed in the blinding lights of massive screens bigger than my apartment, the last thing I wanted was to be surrounded by that shit.

That was probably part of his strategy though. When he would come in and conjure a wall of holograms, I would - politely - ask him to take it down and replace it with a few posters from my favorite games. He hooked up an isolated network in my room, making it all ‘smart’ so I could activate most of the appliances with my phone. Told him to rip it out and just give me a lava lamp. Almost every second of my early life had been posted and exposed online. No way I was going to let any wiretaps listen to me when I was cumming because of dragon sex magic. Even if it was meant to be totally isolated from the wider world.

The opposite corner to my desk was left blank most of the time. It stood out like this gaping maw of emptiness that was just offensive. It felt like a good place to put a couch. Just somewhere I could sit and play a game on a console. Drake conjured a big three-seater couch and an ottoman for us to prop our feet up. He mounted a huge TV on the wall facing the couch and an entertainment center.

Weirdly enough, he needed to buy the latest AlphaBox from Ultisoft and latest GameTerminal from Tomi. Apparently, because those things needed to be connected to the internet and to external accounts, he had to legitimately purchase it. Serial code and all that shit. It took him a whole day to get it considering how much we had to travel.

Oh and he sucks at videogames.

Seriously, this is a man that had been here for five hundred years but for that entire time, he barely had any fun. No time to relax. Yeah, he hung out with people and fucked them but he did all that stuff to get into the good graces of potential candidates. To make dragons. He didn’t do anything for himself. It was all for his mission. To escape his prison. The only time he took off was when he gave up and that was just… depressing.

Even immortal dragons have problems, I guess.

I mean, he wouldn’t be here if they were perfect, right?

When we pulled up a co-op shooter… he sucked at it. But he hid it well. Or maybe he didn’t really care.

He set down the controller and asked me that question.

The screen and sound system played the victory theme while I turned to him, trying not to grin too broadly. I mean, seriously. I had just gotten the best of this huge eight-foot dragon. What human can say that?

He was very clearly trying to deflect the topic from his recent loss but I decided not to rub it into his face. “It was just something we thought about,” I said holding up four fingers. “There are four of us. Me, N4tural, Bit-Br34ker and Deu2much. And we thought that by working together we would make our way up the ladder of Jaejanbaek.” I pointed upwards. “So we came up with Upw4rd. With the ‘a’ as a four.”

Drake leaned back against the couch, perfectly shaped to accommodate for his mass. His thick arm wrapped around the back of headrest, comfortably draping over my bare shoulders. Most of the furniture had to be made with his magic because no one would ever make something with his size in mind. I leaned against the comforting muscles. I was getting a lot more secure with him touching me. He was always so warm.

I set the controller down on my lap. Just as Drake had predicted, I had continued to grow as more and more of his magic flowed into me. I’m pretty sure I grew a few inches as well because Drake didn’t seem as tall anymore. I scratched at my cheeks at the thick chinstrap beard that I had grown. He did say that he liked me beard when it was thicker.

“So how did it work with you four?” he probed, gesturing with his other hand at the screen. “You played games with your friends. Streamed it online and got paid?”

He summarized it pretty well. In Jaejanbaek, you either posted constantly or streamed every minute of your life just to survive. The conversion rates were pretty terrible. People found ways to make it work or them. No one was begging on the streets. Not that they could. JBS was completely digital so you couldn’t just pull out spare change and hand it to someone begging on the streets. Worst case, you could go to one of the Social Centers, make a sob story about not being able to afford a phone and live there for a month while cameras watched you and drama was manufactured amongst the others staying there. City-sponsored reality TV.

“By streaming together, we made four times as much money than if we were just streaming separately,” I explained. “We would block out a part of the day when all four of us would play games and stream. We’d record it all. Clean up the shit. Post it on our channels. It was pretty dope.” My expression soured as I led the topic to the more… financial aspects of our day-to-day. “Then we would share what we earned. Meant we could at least get some of our day to ourselves. Some privacy, ya know?”

Drake nodded slowly, his gaze locked on the screen in front of us. “Do you still care about them? Even now? Going through what’s happening to you and what the future could hold?”

Scary question. Was it a test? If I said I didn’t care, that I was committed to being a dragon, would that show I was losing my humanity? If I said I still cared - which I did - would he ask me to let go of that? Were my attachments to the family I found the thing keeping me from being a dragon?

“I do,” I said firmly. Even as the words left my lips, I couldn’t look him in the eye. “They’re my best buds. Without them, I couldn’t have survived as long as I did. I can’t just forget about them.”

His fingers closed around my shoulder. Fear shot through my veins like ice. Was this a grip of disappointment? Was he holding onto me knowing that he couldn’t take my any further?

“Good,” he said, patting my shoulder. “That’s really good to hear.”

I jerked my head around to face him. He was smiling. There was relief in his eyes. Both his wings and shoulders visibly relaxed.

“It… is?” I asked.

He turned to me, looking confused. “Yes. Why? Is it so weird to say that it’s good you care about people? Dragons care too, you know. Yeah, we fuck each other and suck one another more often than humans do but it’s not like there’s no emotional attachment there.” Drake pressed his free hand against his chest. “I may have been the Carnal Entertainer and had a lot of sex but it only made the times I slept with my dad, brother or uncle all that more special.”

I jerked away from him. I was not expecting incest.

“Don’t give me that look,” he said, giving me a half-lidded stare. “You know they’re not genetically related to me. The honorifics of ‘brother’, ‘uncle’ or ‘father’ are…” Drake rolled his wrist absently. “Lost in translation. I guess you could say my ‘father’ would be my progenitor. The one that turned me into a dragon. Same as I’d be to you. My ‘uncle’ is literally another dragon made by the same one that made my father. My brother is another guy my father turned. We are in no way biologically related to one another. We don’t even look the same. Hell, my dad is at least two centuries older than my uncle and my bother is three centuries older than I am. ”

That made sense. Still felt weird thinking about it.

“Do you dragons have a concept of… marriage?” I asked.

Drake snorted. “No. Marriage is a human concept. Many of the religions that defined marriage even have dragons as some form of ‘ultimate form of evil’. Dragons do form relationships but nothing legally binding like a marriage.” He gave me a sidelong glance and smirked. “Besides, marriage only lasts ‘till death do you part’. When the chances of you dying is near-zero, the concept of eternity with the one partner is put into perspective.”

There was still so much to learn about being a dragon.

Which made me think…

“Even if I do get my draconic form… I’m not immediately going to cross over to Aether, am I?”

Drake smiled and bobbed his head. “Depends on when you transform. There’s still a lot we have to go over. One of the conditions of my exile here is that a council has to judge you to be a valuable member of Aether.” I must have made a worried expression because he was quick to clarify. “They’re not going to judge you based on your Role or appearance. It’s more like if they you basic shit about being a dragon, it won’t count towards my sentence. Things like speaking the basics of the language, being able to use magical energies, knowing the basics of Aetherese history, the foundations of Aetherese civilization. That sort of stuff. So it’s in my best interest that I keep you around until you’re as close to being a dragon as possible.”

That was comforting. It meant that I would have time to at least go back to Jaejanbaek and tell the rest of Upw4rd… something. I wasn’t sure what but… it would be something. At least give them some closure if I couldn’t bring them with me.

Drake then shifted. “And something I should warn you about draconic society…” He frowned a little. “Compared to Earth, we’re all fucking sluts.”

This was coming from the ‘Carnal Entertainer’. The dragon whose whole magical system revolved around him making people feel good and was changing me into a dragon by getting me to cum like crazy. That statement came was a little hard to swallow.

“I’m not kidding,” he insisted, giving me a slight, toothy smile. “It’s only gotten worse from when I was a human. People are so controlling of everyone even down to sex. Even masturbation is frowned upon. There are entire movements and societies built around avoiding any sort of sexual pleasure. Hell, some people even name their kids ‘Prudence’. Humanity right now is one step from calling their kids ‘Abstinence’.”

That made me laugh. Just how long has it been since he was a human? After spending so long amongst dragons, he had become very alien. Though that did drive home the point that if I was to be accepted into Aether, I needed to know more about the society there. If Drake was offering me this opportunity, I could at least take a hundred years from his sentence.

“So what makes dragons so different when it comes to sex?” I asked.

“For one thing, touching each other isn’t forbidden,” he stated bluntly. “Society here as a whole has devolved to the point where people are literally afraid to touch one another because it could be construed as harassment and lead to a lawsuit. Dragons don’t care. We’re honest and genuine with one another. We understand the value of every dragon because it is in our own best interest to keep other dragons alive.”

That was a point that was always driven home in his lessons. If a dragon were to die, every other dragon lost access to a source of energy. Everyone had to look out for each other because killing a dragon only hurt yourself. Made me wonder if he was telling me this more out of his own guilt.

“All this within reason of course,” he continued. “You like the look of a pair of balls, you tell the guy and ask if you can sniff them. A dragon’s dick looks particularly juicy? Compliment them and ask if you can have a taste. The dragon you’ve been talking to and living with for the past decade looks particularly hot in the morning light, go for a kiss and drag him down to the ground to fuck. No one cares. They might even join in.”

“You must be exaggerating,” I laughed.

He gave me a smirk and held up his thumb and forefinger an inch from one another. “Just a little bit.” Rising from the couch, he patted my shoulder again before unwinding his arm from behind me. “My point is that the dragons of Aether are pretty free spirited. They have their Duties and Roles but they’re very open about intimacy and shows of affection. There’s no concept of marital or familial ties that would forbid anything fucking between one another because…” He trailed off for a moment. “… because everyone there found their family. Sort of.” Then he snapped his fingers, his claws making a cloud clicking noise like flint striking steel as they did so. “Oh and there’s the thing about magic.”

That piqued my interested.

“What about magic?” I pressed.

“Remember how I told you that every dragon brings a new form of magic into the world when they are born? But even if they enable the harnessing of that energy, they aren’t necessarily the masters of it?”

One of the very first lessons he told me and it explained how he could use his sex magic for different applications. I never questioned how dragons ‘taught’ one another how to use the energy they represented. Always assumed they just knew. But explaining to another person your very reason for existing would always be difficult because they were not you.

So that’s where sex came in.

“It becomes very easy to understand a dragon’s very essence when that same essence is inside of you,” Drake surmised.

Of course it came down to fucking. It was in their biology. Dragons ‘metabolized’ their natural energies from their Role. It fueled. Dragons wouldn’t really need to eat and they could sustain themselves with their magic but Aether collectively agreed that was a slippery slope to being some sort of ‘energy being’ that was just way too dystopian for them. They were already immortal. Why deprive themselves of satisfying their bodies and feeling good if they would spent all of eternity numb?

Since their magic infused their very bodies, that meant that it was in their very biology. Their blood, their saliva… their cum. Dragons could moderate the concentration of their magic in their bodily fluids; something I would eventually have to learn. Often times, this form was something another dragon could consume so that the recipient could analyze and understand it through the lens of their experiences. The easiest - and most pleasurable - way to do this was to fuck and be fucked. Sure kissing and manifesting your magic as food was a viable option but this was just…

“More fun,” Drake concluded.

Aether was really quite a sex-heavy culture. Little wonder Drake found it so appealing to return to. Admittedly, I was a little nervous about finding myself in a culture where everyone suddenly wanted to have sex with me but that was what I signed up for. It would be nice to be liked and wanted.

Drake stretched his wings a little, his long tail sticking out straight before slapping the couch lightly. “I’m going to stretch my wings a bit and grab some snacks. I’ll get you some water.”

I immediately realized why he suggested some hydration. Magic coursed through my shoulder from where his palm had been, pumping through my body and filling me with a pulsing sensation like me entire frame was a big dick that was filling with blood from arousal. Son-of-a-bitch actually managed to sneak a way to curse me while we were having a nice talk.

“Fuck you…” I growled, leaning back against the couch as the waves of pleasure and arousal washed every inch of my skin, soaking me in a damp sweat. When Drake told me that I was the only one limiting where his magic went, I focused on controlling its flow. Over the past few days, I learned that I could lessen its impact on my body and hold it in me if I spread the magic all over my body instead of keeping it in one place.

“Maybe one day, kiddo,” Drake chuckled. “I’ll let you finish. Be right back.”

I couldn’t manage a retort as all of my focus was drawn to my immanent transformation. As always, my cock acted like a lightning rod for all of the changes, simultaneously acting as the epicenter and the final barrier to my release. It grew and grew, rising to its already impressive ten inches of length, taking a moment to throb and remind me that this was it’s limit before further transformation, and then it grew even more. The mass enlarged to a now familiar length that just kissed my diaphragm. The rush of blood turned the head into a bright pink that gradually turned pale white down towards my shaft. A familiar throbbing erupted from my left testicle as it inflated. I had already spread my legs apart in preparation. Since Drake had abandoned his side of the couch, I saw no reason to keep my feet planted on the floor and draped my leg on his side. Just in time for my right testicle to also plump up and become nice, big and ready to start producing my seed.

A familiar cracking emerged from my fingertips. Both left and right hands twitched with the growth of bone and flesh. Sky-blue scales quickly covered the back of my hands as white talons took the place of my fingernails. I took the opportunity to reach over and glide my fingers over these scales, admiring how shiny and smooth they were.

I couldn’t help but lift my arms and give them a little flex as the growth cascaded down my forearms, into my biceps and coursed over my shoulders. Thick veins appears all over my arms, visible even through my scales. I licked my lips in anticipation, rolling my head back to savor every moment as the scales swept over my pectorals. One of my clawed hands wrapped around my pecs, rubbing them, feeling their hard mass and coaxing them to flexing.

Having never gone to the gym since graduating, I was not familiar with how to ‘make my pecs bounce’ but I still enjoyed the image of my hardening chest being played with and bouncing through my massaging. My necklace jostled and jingled between my pectorals, their growing mass squeezing the metal and making the gold chain that it hung on almost vanish completely between my valley. It was incredibly arousing. So much so that my other hand gravitated towards my already hard dick and was stroking it before I even knew what I was doing.

It was already too late to stop myself and I knew I would cum soon but I could not help but think…

‘Fuck… this would be such a hot post on my timeline.’

Flick.

A spark. A burst of light in the darkness. A sudden awareness of the oppressive darkness suffocating me. That familiar feeling of near-realization. Of being so close to self-actualization. Of defining my Role.

My heart was racing and despite my body being rock hard, I stopped stroking my dick.

This was too important.

Clarity came crashing down on me as I held onto that fleeting sensation, trying to research it and identify who I was before that little ember in this deep, dark cave went out. My eyes fell upon my monster of a dick, oozing precum onto my partially transformed chest. Soft, white, leathery flesh covered hard, plump pectorals like I was wearing a skin-tight, ivory-colored, leather tanktop that didn’t reach past my pecs. Below my shelf was the musclegut that my transformation had provided but was still covered in pale, human flesh. I must have looked ridiculous given my arms was covered completely in scales but my head, belly and legs were still human.

That ember flickered and I chastised myself briefly for letting my thoughts slip. It would have been so easy to just jack off and leave these fleeting thoughts for another day but no. I was so close. It was a different kind of edging, I guess.

It was too much to hope for that simply thinking about posting my partially transformed body online would give me some more time. So I delved into that feeling deeper. Poked at that thought. Pried into it and tried to figure out how that stray thought could define me and my magic.

Was… was I supposed to be some sort of online pornstar?

No… Nothing came from that. So it wasn’t about sex.

I bit my lower lip, wracking my brain for the solution. If this wasn’t such a delicate situation, I’d post about it online and get the opinion of my few followers. Engagement of any kind still counted.

Flick!

There it was again. Slightly stronger this time. My heart skipped a beat. The flames of realization were a little stronger now. I could almost feel it giving off heat. My magic was so close. I could taste it.

But that only led to more confusion.

Thinking about posting my transformation online began the spark. Considering asking the internet for their opinion did as well. Sex had nothing to do with it.

What was the thought from yesterday that triggered it?

Comparing myself to an actual surface-to-air missile launcher? One perfectly camouflaged.

What did all of that have to do with one another?

What did that all have to do with me?

The flame was fading again. Horniness was returning to become the dominant sensation all over my body. It was almost ironic. Giving in to my carnal desires would pull me further and further away from being a dragon. Maybe that was the lesson. Instead of being a dragon like Drake, of being a Carnal Entertainer, I had to be my own dragon.

The warm stopped fading. Seemed that I bought myself a precious few seconds.

Okay, think.

Am… Am I meant to be a Dragon of Jaejanbaek? A Dragon that drew magic from people literally giving up their privacy to survive?

I breathed a sigh of relief when that spiritual flame didn’t explode in nuclear fire that scorched itself into my very soul. If I became that kind of dragon, I don’t think I would go ahead with this process. People weren’t even making good content. They were just filming themselves. No editing. No quality control. Not even a statement or opinion.

It was just trash.

It wasn’t good content.

Flick! Flick!

The embers sparked up into a flame and I immediately held my breath.

“Oh shit…” I breathed, releasing my cock. I lifted my hands, staring at them. “Am… Am I…” My eyes widened. “Am I the Dragon of Good Content?”

… Flick.

I think that was my magic telling me it was good enough.

A pain burst out from behind my eyes. Not quite a migraine but like someone had set off a flashback from inside my retinas. I immediately shut my eyes and my clawed hands rose up, gripping the sides of my head as a reflex. The flame I held grew into an inferno and the dark ignorance of my own personal cave peeled away. I saw the walls, saw the floor and ceiling. Most of all, I saw the way out.

Excitement rushing through my veins and I hurried towards the exit; a blinding wall of light at the mouth of this void of a cave. But I didn’t step through. Not yet.

Because at that moment, it hit me.

That cave, my chrysalis to becoming a dragon, was made from my life as a human. From when I was born and made into my mother’s prop for her career. My early rebellions from when I got my tattoo and dyed my hair. The nickname I gave myself because I wanted to be a rocket that not only left my mother behind but shot towards the stars. Meeting my friends and forming Upw4rd.

All of it led me to the realization of what my magic, where I truly drew my energy from.

Digital content.

The blinding light behind my eyes faded and my eyelids fluttered open. At some point, the television in front of me had shut off into sleep mode, leaving a black, reflective screen. In that reflection, I saw the blazing, bright blue irises of my eyes. The eyes of a dragon.

Raw power surged throughout my entire body, shocking me entirely and causing my to stumble back. With my leg already propped up on the side of the couch and my body unbalanced from my partial transformation, I fell on my back, laying horizontally on the cushions. Every muscle, bone, organ and cell in my body screamed with ecstasy as they were suddenly filled with energy.

It was like someone had just ‘plugged me in’ to an electrical outlet and suddenly, I was fully powered. My eyes were open and my brain was just… on. Everything before that moment was like coasting on ‘standby mode’ and only now was I fully awake and operational.

I was breaking free.

I let out a gasp, tearing my clawed hands away from my head while arching my back. My lips peels open in a silent gasp. Hot magma coursed through my veins, pumping up my neck and kissing my brain. Invisible hands pushed at the shape of my skull from the inside, reshaping it within my skin. My jaw inched forward, cracking a bit here, throbbing a bit there and surging forward into a broad, square muzzle. Teeth followed, growing and reshaping themselves to fit my new draconic features. My tongue couldn’t help but lash over them, sliding over their pointed edges and exploring my new, broader muzzle in complete ignorance to its own growth.

Twin bolts of pleasure popped out from the back of my head, like someone had just released all the pressure that had been building back there that I wasn’t even aware of. I reached up with one hand and felt the point of a horn sliding of from the back of my skull. The twin pleasures of feeling that horn growing between my fingertips and out of the back of my head was euphoric. I barely even noticed when my ears grew pointed and shifted to follow the curvature of my horns.

My fingers traced my horn down its length from where it burst from my skin. Texture of sky-blue scales touched my fingers. I followed those scales to my new hairline. Chestnut brown hair - a mix of my natural dark brown and the blond I had dyed it - burst in a short mane between my horns. Similar colored, thick eyebrows set above my eyes. I didn’t question how mammalian hair could grow out of draconic scales especially as I followed my hairline down my jaws to the thick chinstrap beard that haloed my broad, square muzzle.

“Ooooh…” I moaned, my voice a whole octave deeper.

The sensation of my face - my face - against my fingers was… nothing I could ever describe. It was like I had been numb this entire time and only now was I able to see, breathe and taste. I lifted my arms behind my head, arching my back and stretching myself as much as possible, pushing the dragon in my out of this stale, human flesh.

My body listened.

A rush of warmth swept down my belly, a blanket draping over my bare, human flesh. The leathery white flesh of my underbelly covered my abdomen while harder, tougher, sky-blue scales swept over my obliques and back. The gap between my cock and the rest of my body was closed and suddenly the gradual gradient from pink to white made sense.

I didn’t get a chance to ponder the beauty of the moment, however, because my spine suddenly surged. Two sensations erupted all up and down my vertebrae, starting at the base of my spine. One surge blasted upwards towards my head, a tsunami of mass that hit every bone in my body and made them grow. Each time it hit one of my vertebrae, it was an eruption of relief, fiery hot energy and ecstasy. My hips were bucking as it traveled up my spine and with each one traversed, I let out a deep, guttural, “Argh!”

At the same time, the second burst pushed downwards away from my spine to a not-yet-existing organ. With each inch that the first wave traveled, the second added another bone to my developing tail.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Flesh, muscle, bone and scales stacked repeatedly and in rapid succession, snaking away from my body to rapidly form a long, serpentine appendage that thrashed and slapped the couch with enthusiasm. Having that weight behind and underneath me was initially strange but it felt so good between my legs.

My toes curled and for the first time, I felt claws jutting out from their tips. They bit into the fabric of the couch with audible tearing noises. I almost wished that I was wearing clothing so that I could burst out of them. That would make some smoking hot content. That thought alone, aligning with my magic, caused my legs to grow the extra few inches that they needed to round out my proportions. Blue scales swept down my ballooning thighs and inflating calves, completing my emergence.

With one final thrust, I tensed every muscle in my body…

“YES!” I roared.

… and came.

Hot, dragon cum - not just Drake’s magic manifesting and ejecting from me, but my hot dragon cum - shot out of my throbbing dick. My first orgasm as a full-fledged dragon. And it was like nothing I had every felt. Each blast of seed was accompanied by a full, powerful thrust. My ass slapped loudly against the couch and I propelled myself back up with my tail to give my shot just that little more ‘oomph’. If the ceiling wasn’t so high, I’m sure I would have hit it.

As it stood, some of it rained down on my own muzzle which I eagerly lapped up with my new, longer tail. I couldn’t stop grinning all the way as I emptied my titanic balls, relishing the feeling of my new, draconic body and this rush of power.

My mind was a buzz with my magic. I could feel every person creating some form of digital content. Not just posting short 255 messages online. But videos. Essays. Websites. It didn’t even need to be posted online. As long as it was digital and could be actually be considered content, I drew strength from it.

And I loved it.

Well, my mind did but my body… well, I still had my limits.

I slumped back into the couch, arms still behind my head and acting as a cushion. I was panting while the smell of my own cum hovered in the air. For a few short seconds, I waited. Waiting for me to start reverting back to a human. Some pang of disappointing reality to tell me that I was close but didn’t quite leave the cave.

But I didn’t change back.

I had done it.

“You’re a dragon!”

Apparently I wasn’t the only one waiting.

I was too exhausted to fully get up but I turned my head to spy Drake standing by the door to my bedroom, a drink bottle in hand. His eyes were wide, he was grinning from ear to ear and - for the first time since I’d met him - he was fully erect.

He lumbered forward, knelt down beside me and offered me that water. I partially sat up and took the bottle with thanks. Downed its contents with relief. Every cell was running hot. Cool and refreshing water brought my temperature back down. A haze of euphoria still clouded my mind. I wanted to spring to my feet, run through the mountains, scream at the top of my lungs and flex my magical energies.

But my body was in this state of relaxation and bliss.

“Drake…” I mumbled softly, my eyelids drifting close. “I… did it.”

Content Creation

A grumbling from my gut woke me. It wasn’t a startled awakening. It was a gradual rousing from consciousness that was opposed by this gentle, comforting warmth that threatened to bring me back to sleep. That rumbling returned a few seconds later and I was reminded that my stomach was empty.

I peeled open my eyes, kick-starting my other senses. Darkness surrounded me. A musky, salty smell hung in the air. A scent that was masculine and arousing. My tongue was dry and as I pulled it from the roof of my muzzle, it came back with a fuzzy feeling; a sign that I hadn’t drunk anything for a while. A gentle, heavy breathing wafted into my ear, bringing warmth across my body an awareness of my surroundings.

Shifting a little, I realized that the ‘pillow’ I was resting my head on was actually Drake’s meaty arm. I could feel his pulse through the thick veins crisscrossing his bicep. Light was blocked out by his enormous wings draped around us. We were laying on our side and his other arm was gently draped my waist, his claws just an inch away from my cock.

Speaking of cocks, I could feel his just nestled above my tail. Not erect. Just the heat and meat of it was very noticeable. To be this close to it was… enticing. Up until now, I hadn’t considered myself gay or even bisexual. But there was this hunger in me that wanted that cock inside me so badly.

“You awake?” Drake mumbled softly, his breath wafting into my ears. I fought back a shudder. That motion was so fucking hot.

“Yeah,” I replied softly.

Gently, he began to unfurl his wings from around us. We were still in my room but on the bed. Judging from the lack of daylight and the closed curtains, it was fairly deep into the night.

“Sorry if I’m got too close or… intimate,” he said, slowly shifting. The movement prompted me to lift my head so that he could retrieve his arm. It gave me the opportunity to turn around in bed to face him. As it did so, however, my horns snagged into the cushions and I tumbled over my own tail. He snickered as he pulled the fabric from my horns and gently guided my legs over my own limbs so that I could complete my revolution.

“It’ll take some time getting used to being a dragon,” he told me. “Just because you found your Role, doesn’t mean you’ll immediately know everything about how to move or even live as the dragon you’ve always meant to be.”

“I thought that’s what self-actualizing actually meant,” I countered.

“You’d think so, but no. Most people take years to finally be comfortable with who they are. You transformed in the span of a few weeks.” He gently tapped my forehead and I reeled back from the motion. “There’s still a part of you that remembers being human. You’re not going to get rid of that. You shouldn’t. Dragons don’t. We remember where we came from. Honor it. So we don’t slip back into that cave. For our Roles and thereafter.”

Those words pulled at the corners of my lips. Our muzzles were so close… I could easily kiss him. Our dicks were finally facing each other and just inches apart. Blood was rushing into my cock, eager to bridge that gap.

“Drake…” I whispered softly.

His finger pressed against my lips. “Hold that thought,” he warned. “I need to apologize for… for more.”

My brow furrowed. Is this the part where he confesses that he was secretly manipulating my mind to make me a dragon? Did he stalk me for months or something?

“Why…?”

He averted his gaze. Could dragon’s blush? I swear he was blushing. “After you passed out, I carried you to your bed. I should have just let you sleep but…” He grimaced. “It has been so long since I’ve even touched another dragon that… That I just needed to feel your scales against mine. Then I couldn’t help but cuddle up with you and…”

Drake shook his head fiercely. “I didn’t do anything beyond that. I swear. As much as I wanted to taste your magic and understand it more I -”

I shut him up.

With a kiss.

Kissing with muzzles is weird. I mean, I didn’t have experience with kissing in general but I wasn’t quite sure if I had to open the entire length of my muzzle and… what? Wrap it around his? Do I tilt my head so our muzzles are interlocked? What was I supposed to do with my tongue?

I pulled away, smiling but still feeling confused. “It is fine, Drake. I appreciate the company.” My cock touched his and a little jolt of excitement ran through me. “Honestly, I never had much experience with sex but every bit of me wants to suck your cock right now.”

“That’s part of being a dragon,” he chuckled. “I told you dragons love sex. You’ll have a desire to fuck so you can inject your magic into them and be fucked so you can feel their magic in you. This is especially true since you’re freshly transformed. New sensations and all that magic coming into you. You’ll get used to it and learn to control the urges.” He rolled his eyes a little. “I guess it’s sort of a way we reproduce. You know. Considering we’re all guys. And our cum basically is our magical energies manifested.”

I frowned at him. “Wait… so I can’t get anyone pregnant?”

“Nope,” he answered, shaking his head. “Your semen no longer carries your genetic material in the traditional sense. I told you that dragons metabolize their magic into their bodies. Your cum is basically your magic given primal, liquid form. You can theoretically fuck someone so much that your magic overwhelms them and they turn into a clone of you. But that’s not what we in Aether do. That’s one of the most cardinal taboos.”

So that joke he made the first time we met about him turning me into his duplicate was more than just a passing attempt at humor. Dragons frowned on the practice as well. There was still so much I had to learn.

As my cock rose up, I felt his also growing excited. Were were inadvertently shuffling closer and closer to one another. Or maybe it was intentional. My body was reacting and I could barely control it.

“I didn’t know that…”

“I’ve still got a lot to teach,” Drake said with a grin, partially lustful but also partially prideful. “You’ll have to excuse me if I’m out of practice. I haven’t actually made a dragon before. Even while I was on Aether. So… this’ll be a learning experience for both of us.”

I brought my hand up and ran my finger up his chiseled abs. He did the same, tracing the lines of my abdominals through my rounded belly. “An experience I look forward to but…”

The hesitation in his touch was very obvious. Seems that he was just as unsure about this as I was. Kind of endearing that even my ‘mentor’, ‘coach’ or… even ‘father’ was showing some human emotion. Funny even dragons could be struck by doubt. “But…?” he prompted.

I bit my lower lips. A surprisingly human motion but on a dragon’s muzzle, it was a little different. When I did it, I instinctively only clamped my fangs over the tip of my muzzle. It barely offered any sensation. Maybe because it was farther from my brain? “Can… I confess something?”

“Of course. Part of being a dragon is being honest. Both to others and yourself.”

“Right… Well…” I glanced away briefly, tearing my gaze from his gorgeous golden eyes. “While you were changing me, I sort of had a… goal in mind.”

“A goal besides becoming a dragon?”

“Yeah… Because I saw becoming a dragon as a sort of way out of Jaejanbaek. Once I was a dragon, I would have magic, I’d be immortal and I can leave the city that paid me to expose every second of my life on the internet…” Then I shut my eyes. “… and because I wanted the same for my friends. For the rest of Upw4rd.”

I felt Drake pull away. I peeled open my eyes just a little and watched his expression go from surprise, confusion, anger, disappointment and then exasperation.

“I figured as much,” there was some disapproval in his voice. “The fact that you’re a dragon now and still hold these feelings means that it is part of who you are. Might even be part of your Duty.” His lips twisted a little, halfway through a smirk and a frown. “Let me guess. You’re not willing to go through the portal to Aether without your friends?”

I offered a sheepish grin in response. His fingers gently cupped my chin, making me open my eyes.

He was smiling gently. “We’ll figure out what to do about your friends after some rest. You’ve only been asleep for a few hours and draconic transformation is an exhausting experience. I still remember mine…” His voice trailed off for a moment. Half-a-second passed before his goolden eyes refocused on me. “I imagine you’ll want to talk to them. Make some form of contact. The sooner the better.”

Fuck no. How would any of them react to how I look now? Drake could appear as a human whenever he wanted but could I? They would freak out if they saw me as a dragon. Hell, I’m sure they would have an aneurysm if they had seen what I looked like just before my transformation. Drake was likely impatient to at least get one dragon off the list of however many he needed before he could return home but I simply was not ready.

No, I needed time to think about how I’d break the news to them.

Thankfully, I had a good excuse to get away from this topic.

“Maybe after we get rid of these,” I rumbled, reaching towards our dicks and gripping them, pressing their meaty lengths together.

Drake’s smile grew into a lecherous grin and he leaned close, our lips just half an inch from one another. “Now you’re thinking like a dragon. There is so much more I have to teach you about being one.”

“Oh?” I queried, lifting an eyebrow. I already knew what he was going to say. “What is that?”

He pulled me close, our dicks pressing against one another, our balls jostling happily while precum leaked between us.

“How to fuck like a dragon.”