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[b][u][center]Delta’s Descent

For Guderian

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

Delta groaned as he rocked back and forth in the writhing mass of men that he’d taken for himself. With his entire body releasing the musky pheromones that had let him take over the city, everyone around him was lost to a lustful frenzy that would put rutting animals to shame, with cocks dripping and spurting and spasming everywhere, and assholes exposed and begging to be filled in similar fashion.

Truthfully, he was not much better, but he didn’t care. The dragon rocked himself back and forth, driving his cock deep into one of the former members of the city council, while one of the others was held right against his ass. Delta’s tail kept him from pulling back, and kept that slowly mutating tongue right against his hole, digging into it and giving him exactly what he needed.

[i]Mmmph…never has any dragon possessed what I do now…[/i]

He didn’t know if that was true, but he was pretty damn sure that nobody else had done it recently. The supervillain groaned as he felt that twisting, writhing tongue pushing deeper and deeper in his ass, wriggling around against his prostate. He ‘rewarded’ the mutating human with another burst of his fumes, his body venting it all around him the way that his costume used to, filling the room with even more of the arousing, controlling scent.

Even he wasn’t immune, leaning his head back and huffing up the scent as his hips moved like a jackhammer, slamming back and forth, pummeling the changing male beneath him. He could feel the scales growing further and further along the former human’s hips, spreading up along his back and down his legs, and each little bit that was added made him more reptilian, more…more of a minion.

The thought alone was enough to draw an orgasm out of the dragon, sending his hips thrusting forward in a deep thrust that buried his cock inside of the changing one’s ass. He felt his cock twitching, spasming, and he felt the warmth of his cum swirling around his cock, filling the little slut with everything that he had to offer.

Delta slid back slowly, letting himself enjoy the twitching of the near-lizard around his cock. It was so good, watching that hole spasm, loosening and tightening by turns around his eager cock. The slimy sight of his own cum covering his cock was even better, and he was still hard by the time that his cock popped out.

Several of the other humans leaned in, their faces twisting and warping as they worked his cock, teasing it and cleaning it at the same time. Delta felt his ass-licker move back as he leaned back, and even though he was using a former city councilman as a chair – and the former police chief, for that matter – he didn’t care about the possible humiliation that might be there.

All that mattered was pleasure. All that mattered was his need.

“Keep going…more…more…”

#

It took him four hours to be able to leave his little ‘harem chamber’, as he’d taken to calling the meeting room that the city council used to make deals in. He groaned as he made his way down the halls, the powerful supervillain having to lean against the wall rather than strut away like he wanted. Even that took more effort than he’d expected, his legs feeling like noodles and his cock feeling sore as all hell.

Despite that, it was erect still, despite having gone through over a dozen orgasms in those hours. His body ached, his scales were bruised, and his hole was gaping from being tongued as hard and as often as it had been, but he still wanted more.

[i]Is it a side effect?[/i] he wondered, thinking back to the people that had given him the chemical. He doubted that they would have done anything to mess with him. After all, he’d taken control of one of them, and made sure that the consequences of failure had been very well spelled out. It was doubtful that anyone would have had the guts to actually do something to sabotage him.

But what if there was something that was genuinely wrong with the chemical, something that had boosted his musk beyond a simple transformative, mind-wiping substance?

He groaned as he felt the urge to reach for his cock, and shook his head. The idea of jerking off was abhorrent, though not only for the reason that it would likely hurt at this point. No, it was more the idea of…of wondering why he should work at doing that himself, when he had so many servants that would do it for him.

Delta tried to push that thought out of his head, but it lingered even as he made his way to the office he’d claimed for his own. He opened the door, and let out a happy sigh.

Even in his lusty state, the dragon could acknowledge how much he had accomplished. From a villain that was barely more than a small-time thug and occasional rapist, he’d risen to take over an entire city. The mayor, the chief of the police, and everyone else that worked in the city center were completely under his control, and the actual coup had only taken a few hours, at most.

Admittedly, most of the city didn’t know about that yet. They probably were getting curious, considering that a number of city operations had ground to a halt, but that was something he could deal with in time. For now…for now, he could take the time to enjoy himself.

Walking into the office was another acknowledgement of his success, giving him the chance to enjoy the former mayor’s office. The chair, a large, high backed leather seat, had been altered as soon as he’d claimed this place for his own. The bottom was ripped apart, and several straps had been added for him to put toys in that needed education and training. He remembered stuffing a stubborn policeman in there, and leaving him there for four hours as he was rimmed and teased. All the fumes had done a number on him.

Delta considered calling him in for a bit more fun, but dismissed the idea. He rounded his desk – a new, wider thing that had straps along the sides for secretaries that needed to be ‘dick-tated’ to – and sat down, glancing along the walls.

That, at least, was evidence that something was wrong. Rather than the plain walls that every other office had, this room shared the strange condensation that had occurred in the harem chambers. The walls constantly looked wet, almost slimy, and when he was in the room for longer than a few hours, they started dripping and running with the wetness.

Delta took a deep breath, and immediately groaned from it. His cock throbbed upwards, slamming against the bottom of his desk as a reaction to the potent musk that lingered in the room. He’d vented his fumes all over the place, marking it as his, but perhaps that had been a less than smart decision. As it was, he could barely breathe without his mind going straight to his cock, and while he liked fucking, it was getting to the point where he had little time for anything else if he wanted to keep his head on straight.

The dragon shook his head, snorting through his nose.

[i]I’m still in control. I’m still fine. I just…just need to open a window, if it gets too bad. Just open a window, and I’ll be completely fine.[/i]

Still shaking his head, he reached into one of the drawers of the desk and pulled out some of his old files. They were little more than hastily scribbled notes, rather than full plans, but now that he had the city under his thumb…well, perhaps it was time to enact some of the new laws that he’d had in mind for a while.

Flipping through the different pages, he glanced here and there at his old ideas. Fantasies, in some cases; Delta snorted at the idea of passing a law requiring all of the city males to be rendered nude at all times. He doubted that he could get that law passed, no matter how many people on the council that he controlled, or even the people in the judiciary. He’d need to hold the whole country to get away with that.

[i]Maybe one day,[/i] he thought as he set it aside.

More and more of the ideas seemed to be like that, though, and his cock kept throbbing harder beneath his desk. Delta started wiping his forehead and his hands against the chair, feeling the moisture and sweat coming out of his scales as well as the fumes that he constantly exuded. The more of the sexual ideas he read, the harder it got to keep his mind on the task at hand, and he started huffing, panting, sucking in more of the deep, powerful musk in the room.

[i]A law that would…would insist that males get a proper tongue lesson in college…learning how to treat their betters, and act as…seats…

An ordinance that would…would put together a class of jobs that were entirely sexual in nature, and make face-sitting a profitable job for those that worked at it…

A public glory-hole wall that would work as a means of reducing aggression in a public setting…[/i]

“Mmmph!”

Even though it stung to have his hand on his cock again, Delta couldn’t stop rubbing at himself at some of the ideas. Some of those fantasies were things that he’d always wanted to do, to bring people down and show them where they belonged. There were too many people in the city that thought that they were above everyone else, people that needed to be brought down a few dozen pegs.

So many people needed to be humiliated…so many…

He groaned again, an idea popping into his head. From reading the mayor’s schedule, he knew that there were a few businessmen that wanted to have a meeting with him. Wanted to get the big guy’s signature on a few of their laws and deregulations, for that matter; they were waiting eagerly.

Delta reached for the mayor’s phone, and with a mix of relief and regret, took his hand from his cock to find the mayor’s phonebook.

It didn’t take long to find the number for the CEO of the biggest construction firm in the city, and less time to find the number for the city’s architect union head. Delta dialed both of them, barely able to steady his voice enough to keep them from suspecting things.

In minutes, they were each scheduled for a meeting, and he hung up. The walls were dripping again, and the dragon couldn’t help himself. He leaned back, turning his head to his armpit and huffing a massive breath of his own musk.

His cock shot hard enough to hit the ceiling with his seed, and the rest fell down on his face, leaving him to rub it in as he waited.

#

Delta had collected himself, somewhat, by the time that there was a knock on his door. The dragon looked up from his desk, taking a moment to collect his thoughts from the lizard that was licking his ass. It felt so good to have that forked tongue pummeling his prostate that he almost forgot what his plans were.

“MMmph…what…what is it?”

“John Smithson and Peter Raggs are here, sir.”

Sir. He almost chuckled at the title. It was so mild, so very normal. It must have been one of the people that had been at the front of the building when he first took over, those that had been hit with the edge of a big blast rather than being in the center of it. Otherwise, they would have been whimpering and pleading with him like everyone else.

“Send them in. No. Wait. Send Mr. Smithson in, first.”

Better to have the CEO under his control first, and then work on the union leader. The numbers were better that way. Union people liked numbers. Union people respected numbers.

“Right away, sir.”

He leaned back again, feeling the scaly snout pushing under his tail through the hole in the chair. Scaly lips, rough but soft, ground against his hole, and that slimy, wet tongue kept working its way in, further and further, digging at his innards and working its way towards his depths.

“Ooooh yeah…such a good little ass licker, aren’t you, you little fuck? Go on, get it in deep…”

Delta didn’t even remember who the lizard used to be. Some official, either an assistant or a lawyer that tried to argue with him in the first hour. Now he was a little fuck slut, begging to use his tongue to work over the dragon’s ass. How the tables had turned.

He looked up as the door opened, and smirked as the human on the other side started coughing, almost gagging as he stepped inside. Strings of goo reached from the doorknob to the older man’s hand, the forty-something CEO glaring down.

“Fuck, what’s the matter with this place? You run out of janitors, mayor? What the – Who the fuck are you?!”

Delta didn’t give the pudgy, grouchy man a chance to think, or a chance to ask any more questions. He beat his wings once, and it was all it took. The cloud of musk and fumes rushed across the room like a gust off of a hurricane, and the human’s eyes glazed over in a second, his pants bulging outwards like someone had stuffed a steel rod down the front.

“Shut the door…get – mmph – over here…”

John Smithson, the head of the city’s biggest construction company, followed his orders like the old man was one of his own employees. As he got closer, Delta could see that the big guy’s belly was more of a muscle gut than anything else. The human’s arms were thick enough that he might have been part of the construction business at some time himself, and his bristling mustache looked like something out of an old-style rich man’s magazine.

The supervillain chuckled, leaning back a little further, and sinking that lovely tongue into his ass at the same time. Groaning softly as his cock throbbed upwards, past the edge of the desk and into view, Delta crossed his hands over his belly.

“I saw that…”

He groaned again, his nostrils flaring as he took a deep breath. Damn, that musk made it hard to think, but it made him feel good…He wanted so much to bend this human over the desk and make him squeal, make him turn into another lizard slut that he could use and abuse and vent some of this need on, but that had to wait…It had to, didn’t it?

He forced himself to keep speaking.

“I saw that you had…had a relationship with the old mayor. So many contributions, and you could build on eminent domain land…even seize some for yourself, huh?”

“Yeah…good times…mayor was…cutting me off, though…”

“Consider…consider yourself back on.”

Delta growled, forcing himself out of his chair. He felt a string of goo – spit, probably – running between his ass cheeks as he did, connecting him briefly with the little slut under his chair. He swiped through it with his tail, and walked around to the other side of his desk. He laid one damp hand on the human’s shoulder, watching it stain through the too-tight suit that the CEO wore.

“I want to get things built…and you’re the guy to do it.”

“What...mmph…”

The human was getting distracted, and to be fair, so was Delta. The dragon knew that he needed to keep himself focused, needed to stay on point for some of his plans to come through. The erotic ideas wouldn’t make themselves a reality; even with this control, he could lose…

But he needed it...and he deserved it…

His scaly hand wandered down the human’s back, leaving musk, wet marks along the human’s suit as it went. Every touch seemed to take a little more of the CEO’s willpower away, making him more and more lusty. Delta could smell the need in the human, even over his own musk. It wasn’t that it was more powerful, but it was growing, it was different. Human, rather than dragon or lizard; still something...pure.

He grinned as he grabbed the human’s ass. Still some muscle back there, despite the padding that it had now from being in the office all the time. The dragon squeezed, his fingers and claws digging into the fabric. It only took a second or two to find a weakness, and he ripped the cloth back, leaving Smithson’s ass completely exposed, hanging out through a hole in the back of his pants.

Surprisingly, the human started to turn. Whether it was shock, or if he was somehow strong-willed enough to break out of Delta’s control, the dragon didn’t know. But he growled in response, shoving the human down against his desk.

“No! You’ll listen! You’ll serve!”

Mr. Smithson groaned, saying nothing, even as the dragon pulled the human’s pants down the rest of the way. As they pooled around hairy ankles, Delta grabbed those fleshy ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Little droplets of his musky fluids stuck to the human’s body hair, looking like dew drops as the dragon manhandled his prey, but he barely noticed it.

Instead, he looked right at the tight, pink pucker that was between those ass cheeks, and grinned to himself as he ran a finger over it. The muscles were so tight that they instantly pulled closed, and even as he pushed at it, he could tell that it wouldn’t let him in without a lot of work.

[i]Well, I wanted someone tighter...everyone else is too loose. I deserve this...I deserve this![/i]

Spitting on the hole, he started working his musky slime into the human’s ass, working it over the pucker. Already, scales were starting to grow, starting to spread out from that ring, and he grinned at the transformation moving already.

But...wasn’t there something else? Didn’t he have a plan?

The dragon tried to think, putting his free hand to his chin as he worked his finger in little circles. There had been something else, something…

Yes, the new laws, the new construction.

“You’re going to build...you’re going to build a nice little slave bar...a place where we can...revitalize the city economy…”

Yes, that was it, right? That was what he had been thinking of. So many good ways to sell people, turning them into lusty lizard minions that could be bought, sold, trained to be used in so many ways. It would bring in tons of money, and get rid of all the troublemakers.

Smithson groaned, and Delta realized that he was no longer paying attention. The dragon growled at that, but he supposed that it couldn’t be helped, particularly as his finger was slowly sliding into the human’s hole.

It was tight, still, but the slippery ooze and his spit had done enough to open that hole for him to make it work. He started sliding his finger back and forth, spreading that little ring open further and further. His cock throbbed, begging to be slammed in, but Delta held back....for now. He could take his time, make himself wait. It would make the actual fuck all the better.

He did, however, lean forward, sliding his cock against the human’s ass cheeks. The slow spread of his pre over those hairy cheeks spread the transformation even further, taking it to a new level. The hair started to fall out, overtaken by the scales that the musk and his goo brought out. A healthy green, he was happy to see. Delta grinned as the scales moved in, shimmering as they slid over the flesh, but never quite taking away the general bounciness of those ass cheeks.

Delta added a second finger as the tail bump started to grow in, and his cock throbbed all the harder, almost spitting pre against the human’s growing balls. The CEO moaned as they started to grow, and Delta chuckled.

“You like that, you fucking slut? You like getting transformed into something for me to blow a load in?”

[i]Maybe...maybe I should…[/i]

He should what? He deserved this, didn’t he? He deserved the best servants and slaves after being a small-time guy for so long. So what if the guy was a CEO of a big construction company? So what if he was someone that might help him? So what if this whole process could take away his brain and leave him useless for anything but fucking?

[i]He’d still be useful for something, at least…[/i]

With a growl, he whipped his fingers out. That scaly rim closed almost immediately, tightening down on empty air, but this time it started twitching. It wanted him. It begged for him.

And he wouldn’t deny it.

Roaring in need, the dragon pulled himself forward, sheathing his cock in Mr. Smithson in one harsh thrust. It gripped him tightly from the start, pulling him deeper, letting him force it in up to the root in less than a second. It was so hot, so perfect for him, and so much tighter than the other people in his harem.

Delta went mad, his mind sliding away and replaced by the need that the musk always awoke in other people. He huffed it like a drug, feeling it enhance him, making him thrust faster, harder, deeper with each passing second. Hell, it almost felt like it was making him bigger, making his cock grow from all the potency that it gave him.

His balls definitely felt heavier as he gripped the changing human, feeling the scales running further and further up his body. The little bump of a tail was getting bigger as well, sliding out and down to the side. But it was...it was different. Thicker, almost, than the lizards that he was used to fucking, and it was definitely more pointed at the tip. Almost familiar, though he couldn’t say why.

It didn’t matter. The dragon had his toy, and he wasn’t going to let go. He growled as he leaned forward, his wings flaring out as he lifted one foot and slammed it down on the human’s back, pinning him in place. The goo and musk and sweat that came off of his scales sunk into the human’s flesh immediately, and he swore that he felt it transforming faster under his sole. He grinned at the feeling, knowing that he was putting a lowly human under the feet of a dragon, where he belonged, and pushed down a little harder.

The position made it a little harder to thrust fast, but it gave him a better position for thrusting deep. He groaned as he started hammering home, feeling those smooth, scaly cheeks bounce with each successive slam inside, and he moaned louder and louder with each passing second. He brought one hand back and smacked one of those jiggling ass cheeks, drawing a sharp gasp from the male beneath him.

The transformation continued, the scales continuing to grow, both from the waist up and from his foot outwards. Delta grinned as he watched the human lose more and more of that pudge around the middle, becoming more fit and more muscular. Again, it looked familiar, but he didn’t think it mattered.

Only when the first little nubs along the human’s back started growing did he start thinking again, his lust almost broken.

[i]That...that’s not a lizard. Lizards don’t have wings.[/i]

But...but if he wasn’t becoming a lizard…

Then he took another breath of his own scent, and he was lost again. What did it matter, if he wasn’t a lizard slut? The CEO would still be a slut, and that was all that mattered. Besides, lizards were common. Delta deserved something bigger, better than lizards now that he had hit the big time.

The nubs grew bigger and bigger, finally splitting into the beginnings of wings. They grew outwards, to the side, giving him room to keep his foot in place and keep the human pinned. They grew bigger and bigger, until they were just as big as his own wings.

The transformation didn’t stop there. The head of the human sprouted horns, like his own, and the snout grew longer, and narrower than a lizard’s would ever be. More fine, more noble. More…

Smithson turned, and Delta had a moment of utter recognition.

[i]It’s me.[/i]

It was his face looking back at him now, rather than some lizard, but the eyes were still filled with submission, with obedience. Delta groaned as his cock throbbed all the harder, and for good reason. The near-dragon’s body was perfect, so wonderful to look at, so amazing to fuck. It was a wonder that he had been able to stop and stare in the first place, with that perfect hole clasping down on him, with that beautiful body on display.

Delta grinned as he started hammering that hole again, pushing himself closer and closer to the edge. This was new, but the implications didn’t hit him. It didn’t matter. He was finally getting what he deserved. He was finally getting the perfection that someone as great as him deserved.

The fumes continued to fill his mind, pushing him further and further until he finally came. The dragon pulled himself in deep, holding his cock as far into that hole as he could get it, as he flooded it with his cum. It was hot, it was plentiful, and he grinned as he felt the dragon beneath him cum as well, shooting a thick load all over the big desk.

With that release, Delta slowly came to his senses. He groaned, rubbing his head as he pulled his cock free. The damn thing was still hard, still begging for attention, but at least he had his mind back...mostly.

[i]What the hell...It’s only been lizards before. Why did he turn into a dragon? Why...why did he turn into me?[/i]

Something was changing. Whatever had happened with his musky fumes, they’d been more than weaponized. They’d been turned to do something else. Even now, he felt the need to take a deep huff, and the dragon had to stop himself from taking a deep breath through his nose.

[i]It’s addictive now…[/i]

The thought was enough to send a shiver down his spine. Yes, the musk had been powerful before, yes, it had made some people keep coming back to him before they were transformed, but it had never been enough to actually make [i]him[/i] want it that bad. Delta shivered as he realized that his body was starting to crave it, that his cock was bobbing up and down at the mere thought of getting another high off of his own scent.

He had to get a window open. Now. Before he lost his mind completely. The dragon took a step -

“Mmmph…”

Only to pause at the groan from the new dragon across his table. He turned his head to look, and his eyes locked on that luscious green ass, the cheeks still parted, and the hole dripping cum. His cum.

His cock slapped against his belly as he thought of all the times that he’d forced someone under his ass, the times that he’d transformed someone while they ate out his hole. He knew the pleasures of being rimmed inside and out, knew how good it was to have someone’s tongue worshiping deep inside of him, pressing at his inner walls and slithering back and forth.

But what did it feel like to do it to another?

And what better way to find out than with a perfect replica of...of his own ass…

[i]No, you need a window open. This is the musk talking. You’re losing your mind![/i]

Losing his mind or not, the dragon was already sliding back to his knees, his fingers starting to run along the other dragon’s thighs. They were so muscular, so perfect, just like his. They were the legs of a god, leading up to an ass that deserved worship just as much as his did. He pulled at the scaly ass cheeks, feeling more muscle there than before, but just enough cushion that it would trap a face there and never let it go until it was done.

He parted them, watching as the other dragon’s hole weakly spasmed, occasionally pushing out a little more of his seed from the perfect depths.

Just a little lick, then he’d open the window. Just a little try of how it felt, from this side. After all, it wasn’t like he was actually serving someone else. He was experimenting with himself, and who better than that?

Delta leaned in, the smell of cum and sweat and musk driving his objections away in seconds. He closed the last few inches in a desperate lunge, locking his lips with that twitching ring and sliding his tongue inside. The first taste of his own seed made him cum on the spot, his cock spontaneously blowing its load again just from the musky, salty, perfect taste.

[i]I’m perfect. Me, me, the only thing perfect….me and him.[/i]

His fingers dug into the other dragon’s ass cheeks, but they quickly started snapping shut, defying his own strength just as his own ass defied that of others. His snout was trapped, caught between them, and the musk coming off of those scales filled his mind just as he’d filled the minds of hundreds of submissives.

His tongue moved without his consent, but he didn’t have consent to give. As he stroked his cock in mad lust, he licked and lapped all over that twitching ring, feeling it squeeze and momentarily trap his tongue every time he came near the center of the pucker. Every lick came with a taste of sweat and cum, of musk and hot bitterness as he worked it over. He moaned and shuddered, gasping for breath, and each and every one was tainted with the powerful musk that he and his doppelganger put off.

Soon, he couldn’t stop himself. His tongue pushed on the rim, sliding inside and working its way deep into those depths. He felt the dragon above groan in his own pleasure, enjoying it, and as he reached around, he felt that perfect cock hardening against the desk again. He grinned, stroking it even as he ate out this copy of his own ass.

The taste was so different, so powerful, and his cock throbbed in time with his tongue thrusts, taking in the pleasure of service. This was an ass that needed constant licking, constant attention. He needed this. Needed it from...from both ends…

“Sir…”

The voice was annoying, and he tried to push it out of his head. Delta growled, pushing his head forward, burying it deeper under that scaly tail, shoving his tongue deeper up that ass. His lips were pressed so hard to that rim it was like he was giving it a horrible kiss.

“Sir...Raggs...waiting…”

“Mmmmph!”

“Sir?”

[i]Click.[/i]

The door opened, and Delta lost it. With a deep growl, he - and his copy, oddly enough - whipped around and flicked their wings at the same time. The cloud of musk, actually visible with two of them around, shot across the room and immediately enveloped the two humans that had stepped through the door.

Delta didn’t know what they were, originally. He saw some brief features - a pair of glasses, some ‘trendy’ t-shirt, a bra - but they were gone in seconds. The cloud of musk, the scent that the two dragons put off, worked faster than anything that Delta had seen before. The pair of humans hit the ground, clutching at themselves as the transformation overtook them in seconds. Their new scales ripped through their clothes, bursting through sleeves and shirts. Clawed toes tore through their shoes, leaving holes before leaving them in shreds.

As their new tails and wings burst through the backs of their clothes, their new, perfect cocks broke through the front of their pants. Green scales and green-dicked, they were yet another set of perfect copies of a perfect being.

Himself.

Delta panted, slowly turning to look at the former CEO at his side. The CEO - now himself - looked back.

“Me…”

“Me too…”

“I’m the original…”

“Does it matter?”

“Perfection is all that matters.”

“And we’re both perfect.”

“And so are we.”

The two new dragons got to their feet, their eyes glazed and their cocks hard. Even with a clear mind, Delta doubted that he would be able to tell who had been what. They were now perfect...perfect copies of him, at least, which was the same thing.

As they came closer, the room began to drip from the walls and the ceiling. Their potent musk was collecting, making the room ooze, the walls change. It was like it was becoming...more.

Delta casually glanced back to the individual that had been tied to his chair. The changes were not affecting him, though whether that was because he had been changed before - and was thus immune to a further change - or because he wasn’t directly touched, the dragon didn’t know. But he filed the information away for another time.

Scaled hands reached for him, and he reached for others. The four dragons fondled each other, squeezing dicks, balls, asses, anything that they could reach. Perfection had to be admired, and they seemed as intent on it as him.

With their combined musk, it didn’t take long for them to fall into another orgy.

#

[i]Five hours later…[/i]

The dragons gathered on the roof of the building. Despite the risk of being spotted, there was no way that they could talk in an enclosed room. Even up here, with their fumes wafting up into the breeze and being dissipated, they all stood around with their dicks up and their hands clenched tightly at their sides. The floor beneath them was marked in sweaty footprints, and where it had been touched, the material had changed, becoming shimmery, almost scaly beneath the slime that was left behind.

The original Delta took several deep breaths of the ‘fresh’ air, and shook his head. His plans of building up places in the city for sexual debauchery were...altered, to say the least. He’d forcibly transformed multiple people, and in the process, given them abilities similar to his. They seemed to reinforce each other, and they weren’t quite obedient.

At least they acknowledged him as the original, and that gave him some authority. For now.

“Delta Smithson.”

“Yes, Original Delta?”

“How long would it take for you to overwhelm the majority of your company, and bring it completely under your control?”

“No more than a day...particularly if I make more of us.”

“Don’t try to do it…”

He paused, debating for a moment.

“But don’t fight it if it happens.”

Delta tried to see what was happening as an expansion of his power. If they could multiple, they could make it so that their musk and fumes was sufficient to change people instantly. He’d already seen what he and one other could do. If they had even ten of them, they could - potentially - walk into a building and instantly convert everyone inside. With more…

But his thoughts kept turning to the other things, of the perfection that he saw. It seemed...important, for some reason. He didn’t know why; it was something left over from when he had been in the building, doubtlessly, where the only things that had been important was getting laid and seeing the other versions of him.

The dragon shook his head. He’d figure it out later.

“Raggs Delta.”

“Hmm?”

“I want to work on a few new designs. A couple of bars, and a few new clubs, and one big...special thing...that I think will spread our rule through the city.”

“I’ll have my people on it right away.”

“Don’t convert them. I don’t think they’ll think clearly.”

“Unless they achieve perfection.”

“Perhaps. But let’s not risk it.”

[i]Even if the idea of dozens of mes running around, all perfect, all worthy of worship and use and -[/i]

He growled as his cock came up.

“Assistant Delta!”

The last of the Deltas darted over, on his knees already with his mouth open. The blowjob didn’t do much to assuage him...but it did enough.

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