Dashing into an abandoned alley, Samaul Loxus hid just out of sight then relaxed as his pursuers went by unaware.  With a sigh, the 20 year old wingless red dragon slowly slid down the dumpster he was hiding behind to sit while his fingers combed through his black hair passed the two small horns growing from his forehead.  He closed his orange-gold eyes and wondered how it had all come down to this.

	Not six years ago, he was the king of his world but now he was on the run, all because of six years of collective mistakes.  He should have thought all of this through better. He should have planned for this, but he had not.  How could he have imagined it to go so wrong, so terribly wrong?

	As he sat there, a young rabbit girl dressed in a green Girl Scout uniform came to a stop in front of him, startling him.  She looked concerned for him and he could understand why.  He was bruised in places, his normally crimson scales darkened to a deeper maroon color, and his clothes were a mess.  His black hoodie was torn, his blue jeans ripped and his sneakers looked to have seen better days.  “You okay, Mister?” she asked in a cute, innocent voice.

	As he gazed at her, he replied, “I’m fine.  Get out of here and leave me alone.”  His voice was a little on the dry side from all the running he’d done today so it didn’t really have the desired effect on the girl.

	“I can’t do that, I’m a Girl Scout! We’re supposed to help people,” she replied, looking rather proud of herself.  As she said that, Samaul looked towards the entrance of the alley.  It was quite a ways away… so he wasn’t sure how she’d known he was here. 

	“How’d you know I was here?” he asked suspiciously but she just replied that she’d seen him run in and had followed.  Glaring at her with his slit-pupil eyes, he told her again, “Get out of here.”

	When she shook her head and pulled off her backpack- one he hadn’t noticed she was wearing.  She began to rummage through it and in doing so, the way she was bent over gave Sam a perfect view up her green skirt at her blue striped panties.  Instantly his cock perked up a little, peaking out of its sheathe just like a ground hog popping up to check the weather.  It annoyed him to no end that his body reacted this way… but after years and years of his physical needs being tended to several times a day by very willing women… the last week of a dry spell had him rather pent up.

	Giving a low growl, he startled the girl into turning and dropping her first-aid kit in the process.  Before he could stop himself, the words escaped his mouth, “You should get on your knees and suck off my cock.”

Convince Ability Initiated…  Dice roll commencing… 17!  Roll successful!

	“Okay,” the bunny Girl Scout replied as if he hadn’t just requested something so sexually perverted.  While the girl did exactly as he’d requested, kneeling between his legs, unfastening his pants and fishing out his cock, he gave her head a pet.  The voice that had played in his mind just then had been the same robotic feminine voice he’d heard ever since the first time he’d used his power.  His… gift.

	While the girl slowly licked the tip of his pink, ridged dragon cock, he sighed and closed his eyes, leaning his head back.  He felt her suck on his tip while he thought about his power.  He’d first discovered his power when he was fourteen, nearly six years after he’d inherited it from his late father.  Slowly he let himself sink into his memories as the girl took his big cock into her small mouth and proceeded to suck him off in her own clumsy, inexperienced way…

~~~~~~~~~~Six years previous~~~~~~~~

      Samaul- at that time 14 years old- stared at the photograph of his father, his mother and himself.  It had been exactly six years since his father had died, and since then his mother had been struggling to make ends meet.  His mother Olivia had been unemployed when his father had been alive, seeing as the man had made enough money each year that it was unnecessary for her to work… but then he’d died.  She’d been a mess for a week afterwards, spending what time she didn’t at the funeral and burial locked in her room.

	When she’d finally come out, she had been as put together as he’d ever known her.  She had sent him off to school that day then gone and gotten a job at a name brand restaurant in town as a waitress.  It was easy enough for her to get the job despite having no experience in the work force because her boss was a sleaze bag and liked her golden scales and her big breasts.  He only knew this because sometimes when work was rough, she came home, slithered into the kitchen and got herself something strong to drink.  She’d then complain to him for hours while they sat on the couch watching late night TV before she sent him off to bed.

	His mother was a Banana Boa, but unlike others of her species, she was of the nagan variety.  This meant she had a long, serpentine lower body instead of legs like himself, which made her a rarity.  Couple that with her golden and yellow scales, her hairless head, large D cup breasts and large emerald green snake eyes, and even as her son, he had to admit she was fucking beautiful.  With a sigh, he took his gaze off the photo of his family… though the only one he’d been looking at was his mother.  She had changed emotionally since his father died.

	Where back then she smiled all the time and seemed like she had no cares in the world, nowadays she was always tired and had a tendency to complain.  Not that it wasn’t okay to complain, she just did it more often than not.  Since his father’s death, the two of them had also grown closer after that first week.  Luckily he’d been mature enough at the time to realize that his father’s death wasn’t his fault but that there was also nothing he could say to help her through the pain.  He’d let her handle it herself and was proud that she’d come through it a stronger person.

	He sighed as he walked over to the couch of their tiny apartment and took a seat.  In two days, he was going to be starting his freshman year in high school and he was so excited for it.  He grimaced a little at the thought before letting out a sigh.  It was Monday now, and the first ‘day’ of school would be that Thursday.  He didn’t like the thought of going to high school, simply because he didn’t know what classes he would have the first semester.  He wanted to hang out with his grade school friends, but he already felt like once they took that big step into 9th grade, they would abandon him for new friends.  He wasn’t that popular after all.

	Staring up at the ceiling, he groaned a little.  “I dun wanna go to schoooooool!” he whined, only to look towards the door at the sound of a key inserting into the lock.  It was nearly midnight, so it must be his mother coming home but since she usually didn’t get home until nearly 4am, he was a little surprised.

	“I’m home,” came the tired, but still beautiful voice as his mother slithered into the house and closed the door, locking it behind her.  She was wearing a white blouse and bra, along with a black skirt that covered where her hips would be if she had legs.

	“You’re early,” Sam replied as he stood and walked over to her.  When he hugged her, she closed her eyes and leaned against him, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her breasts against his chest.

	“There was a fire in the kitchen so the restaurant is closed until next week,” she said with a sigh, her hands clutching at the back of his shirt.  “Things are gonna be tight this-“

	“It’s okay, Mom.  I understand,” he interrupted gently, not wanting her to think about it.  It tore him up inside that he couldn’t work as well to help pay the bills.  He was too young to do anything for work, though he did help out a few of their elderly neighbors every now and then with cleaning or bringing their groceries in.  Twenty bucks here and there just wasn’t enough though.  “Why don’t you take a hot bath?” he suggested and she gave a little laugh, giving his back a pat as she pulled back.

	“My thoughts exactly,” she replied before slithering passed him towards her bedroom.  Though it was costing them an arm and a leg, they both had their own rooms even though he’d told her a year ago that he didn’t mind if they moved into a smaller place.  He had no quarrel with sleeping on the couch, but she had been adamant about this place.  He watched her go into her room and close the door before he turned to the kitchen.  Their living room and kitchen shared the same space, the only big part about their apartment being his mother’s bedroom which had been a necessity.  She was just too big for a room his size- which was only big enough for his bed and a dresser for his clothes.

	Turning the TV to one of the few channels they had in English, he sighed as he sat there, watching an infomercial about some miracle knife that could saw through a steel beam but then delicately slice a tomato.  “Ugh, don’t they know that shit’s fake?” he grumbled.

	Nearly an hour later, he heard his mother returning from the bathroom and he glanced over the back of the couch to see her slithering over in just a big, soft green towel.  He swallowed a little and tried to force back his attraction to her while he looked away, not wanting to be rude.  He knew he shouldn’t feel the way he did towards her, but his heart wouldn’t stop pounding, and his cock had already grown hard inside his pants before she’d sat herself down on the couch beside him.  “Anything good on?” she asked and he shook his head.

	“Not really.  The good stuff doesn’t come on until you’re normally off work,” he told her and she nodded, taking the remote and flipping through the few channels anyways.  She eventually settled on a Spanish Soap Opera and after a few minutes of giggling over the funny exaggerated expressions on the actors’ faces as they spoke a language neither of them understood, she shifted and leaned against him.  Naturally, he wrapped his arm around her and hugged her lightly against his chest as he did every time they sat together, though because of what she was wearing, he had started to recite nursery rhymes in his head to keep his woodie from getting any more… prominent.

	“That shithead Gracen,” she grumbled after a bit, her mood clearly sour now that she’d relaxed enough to not feel tired.  “Why did he have to set the kitchen on fire? I mean, the fuck was he thinking?  Sure the boss is a dick but burning the place down?  Even I wouldn’t go that far.”  Her complaints had started and Samaul sighed.  “I’m sorry…” she said then, “I know I complain a lot but I can’t help it.”

	“You should not complain so much,” he told her, meaning to follow it up with encouraging words but his voice stopped in his throat as he saw in his mind a bright red twenty sided dice roll.  He blinked slowly as he heard a robotic, feminine voice in his head speak.

Convince Ability Initiated…  Dice roll commencing… 11! Roll successful!

	“Okay honey,” she replied simply and relaxed against him.  He stared at the top of her head as she watched the TV.  What the hell had just happened to him?  At the time, he had not been completely sure but he would learn in time… and sooner than he’d think.

	“I think I’m going to call it an early night.  I don’t feel like putting on clothes and I’m sure you’re uncomfortable with me just wearing a towel around the apartment.  So there isn’t much else to do but go to bed,” she told him, starting to sit up.

	Snapped out of his thoughts about what the hell that whole dice thing had been about, he blinked and replied, “I don’t mind, Mom.” She gave him an amused look of disbelief then slapped his chest lightly as she smiled at him.

	“Silly goof.  It isn’t right for a mother to be so scantily clad around her son, especially one of your age,” she told him as she sat up, fixing her towel since it had started to work loose.

	“Well…” his heart was racing just like his mind.  He didn’t want her to not do this again.  He wanted to see her in a towel again.  “It is your apartment after all.  You should wear what’s most comfortable for you in it.”  He tried to continue but his voice caught again and once more he saw that dice roll.  His heart skipped a beat as the voice in his head spoke… but it wasn’t that robotic voice, it was his father’s this time.

Convince Ability Initiated…  Dice roll Commencing… 3! Special Condition activated! Guaranteed Success!  Roll Successful!

	“Okay honey,” she replied with a smile as she finished fixing her towel, looking to him.  “You’re right.  It is my apartment, after all.  However, since I’m dry and the towel is a bit hot, I’m going to change.  I’ll be back.  Find us something to watch?” she asked as she slithered away.

	Though he was disappointed that she wasn’t going to stay in her towel, he was more concerned over what had just happened.  The dice roll had happened again, and this time she had agreed to do something she had literally just told him wasn’t right.  He swallowed as he thought about this, and wondered what the hell was going on.

	When she rejoined him on the couch, he’d been so lost in thought he hadn’t noticed but when he turned his gaze to her, his heart skipped a beat at the sight of her.  She was wearing one of his dad’s old white t-shirts.  The only reason he knew it had been his father’s is because he vaguely remembered it but also because it was massive on her.  The neck was so wide it exposed her left shoulder and the bottom hem came down below where her hips would be, only barely covering her pussy.

	How did he know this?  Because he could make out her black pussy lips through the thin fabric.  He could also just make out her black nipples through the shirt and every attempt he’d made before this point to calm his erection failed as his young dragon cock sprang to full life.  He shifted a little and only barely managed to tear his gaze away from her before she noticed what he was gawking at, though she had seen him looking at her.  “It was your father’s,” she told him softly, toying with the bottom hem of the shirt, her braless breasts rising and falling with her soft breathing.  “I’ve worn it every night to bed since… since then,” she told him, her voice catching a little.

	Hearing that catch in her voice, his arm went around her automatically and he hugged her gently against his chest.  He couldn’t think of anything to say to her so he stayed quiet, and she in turn stayed quiet as she leaned against him, letting him hold her.  If she could feel his erection against her, she didn’t comment about it.  After a while though, she finally pulled away and rose up, the action just flashing the very bottom of her pussy at him, making his cock jump.

	“Now I really should go to bed.  I’ve not been home this early in years, I should rest up.  I’ll make waffles for breakfast tomorrow, so don’t you dare sleep in, Mister!” she told him with a teasing wag of her finger before smiling softly at him and making her way to her bedroom.  No sooner had she shut the door to her room than he pulled his cock out of his pants and groaned as he stroked himself off, cumming all over himself.

	Sticky hot cum all over his hand and shirt, he panted softly and briefly closed his eyes, burning that small glimpse of her pussy to his memory.  When he got up a few minutes later, he quickly retreated to his small room, cleaned himself off with his shirt then stripped and climbed into bed.  This was the just the beginning.  The discovery of his gift.