[b][u][center]A Modern Dragon Harem Chapter 1: Bring in the Dragon Sponsored by Glyn_Wolf By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] It’s said that when you write something well enough, for long enough, that it can become real to those that read it. They never said anything about it becoming that real for the one that writes it. That was what he thought as he looked up at the black dragon that had appeared outside his apartment window just a few minutes ago, still in the process of, well, processing the impossibility of what was standing in front of him. Floating. Hovering. Standing. He wasn’t sure; the dragon seemed to be phasing in and out of different forms of existence, half-there, half-not, and it was making it hard for him to really understand what he was seeing. It was all the stranger for the sheer normality that surrounded him and the strange incarnation of his fictional work in front of him. He’d been sitting in lounge chair, leaned back with his legs curled under him, a cup of coffee on the side table and a half-eaten sandwich beside that. The TV buzzed with the local news, how the state was in trouble this year with the budget falling through, and how the government was on the verge of shutting down. Out the window of the apartment, he could see the bay, could see the cargo ships coming in and out, could see the white steam and smoke that came from the wood processing plants. He could just make out the little ships down at the marina going in and out, and the constant flow of cars that went around the dome towards the bridge and downtown just a mile and a half off from his place. Yet, for all that, the dragon, hazy and almost transparent or solid and all too imposing, was all that he could pay attention to. “How…what…” “I don’t know how it happened, either, but looks like I’m here,” Draconicon said. “Whether it’s because of belief, or because of some other sort of magic, I got summoned out of the latest story. What’s this one, anyway?” “Uh…” He looked down at the screen, having to remind himself of what the most recent one was. It was a simple title, honestly. “Uh, [i]A Modern Dragon Harem.[/i]” “Heh, going back to that old one, huh?” “You know them?” “I’ve been hopping around the universe for a while. I spent some time in the world of fiction. The amount of porn that you’ve added there is pretty impressive.” “…Thanks, I think.” “But if I’m here, summoned out of that, I think you know what we have to do.” “…Well, most of the time, that would mean fucking, but…” He didn’t need to look down to know that there was no way that Draconicon would fit in him, but he looked down anyway. The dragon was just phasing out again, showing himself to be rather transparent, but there was no missing that huge cock that hung between the black dragon’s legs. Three inches across was a lot bigger to look at than to read, and it was more than most people would be able to jam between their jaws, let alone stuff between their ass cheeks. He looked up again, shaking his head. “I’m guessing that you’re involved, then?” “Well, partially.” The dragon chuckled. “The story you tell is up to you. But if you want to tell a good one, you’re going to need more powers than just the right to narrate.” “And what kind of powers are you thinking of?” “Mine, mostly.” Blinking, the human looked down at Draconicon’s hand as it was offered to him. A dark sphere appeared, popping and glittering and puffing with sparks and energy, and it both enticed him and pushed him away at the same time as it was pushed a bit closer to him. “If you want to tell this story for real…let me give you a hand.” “For real? You mean…for real for real?” “You know why you’re writing the story. You want to make the world different. You want to have the power to impose your will on this place, to make it into the sort of world that you believe it should be. You have written a hundred different realities, a thousand, where things have been changed by other people with the power, but never the way that [i]you[/i] wanted it to be. Never the way that [i]you[/i] believed it could be. “What do you say? Do you want to write the story, or live it?” The human looked down at the glowing screen again, biting his lip as he hesitated. These sorts of ‘gifts’ always came with a price tag attached to them, and even though this was one of his own creations – though he still didn’t know how Drac had gotten here – he doubted that it would be as straightforward as getting the power that the dragon had. And even if it was, there were the other problems. Problems of having power and the temptation to use it, and even the problem of figuring out how to use it in the first place. He pressed his hand to his chin, wincing slightly as he saw an endless list of the different problems that could arise. For all that, there was a second list, a list with just one item on it, that helped him make the decision. One positive, and it was simple as could be. The power to change. He looked up at the white-eyed dragon, and Draconicon smiled back. “You want it?” he asked. “I do.” “Then take it.” “I just touch it, or…” “Yes, yes, just touch it. I’ll be with you in a minute.” “Huh?” “Just…touch it.” After another moment’s hesitation, he touched his fingers to the swirling sphere. As soon as he made contact, he felt like a shock went up his arm. Not the heated, painful shock of shoving his finger into a light socket – though he knew well enough how [i]that[/i] felt – but rather the sort of jolt that one got when they saw something amazing, when they felt their first orgasm, when they smelled something that just made them melt with bliss. It was a shock of raw happiness, for lack of a better term, and it lingered, leaving his fingers feeling…strange. Dazed. A little numb and confused, like they didn’t know how to move, as if they had gotten high while the rest of him was still sober. It was a very strange sort of feeling when he thought about it like that. However, it was the darkness that clung to the tips of his fingers that surprised him more, and his eyes went wide as he took a step back, staring at the way that his fingernails were already starting to lengthen, pushing out from the tips of his fingers and curling down like claws. “Oh, oh, when you said you’d be with me…” “Yeah, suffice it to say, it’ll be more like I’ll be you. Or, well, you’ll be me.” “What, like a clone? Oh god, having claws feels weird. Fuck, and scales. They’re so…stiff!” “Yeah, you’ll be cracking your knuckles a lot more, I can tell you that much. Oh, and your back and neck. Maybe the toes, too; do you usually do that?” “No!” “Yeah, you’ll want to learn how. Anyway, if you want the power, you need the shape for it, too. You don’t think that you’d be casting dragon magic with a human body, do you?” “I wasn’t really thinking through continuity when I touched the bubble, you know.” He held up his arm, watching as his hand bloated outwards, growing to fit the same sort of size that it would be on the seven-foot-tall dragon. Considering that he was an inch and a half under six feet, he knew that there was going to be a lot of growing going on. Shaking his head, he grabbed at the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. He tossed it to the other side of the room, then started fumbling with the buttons of his jeans. “What are you doing?” Draconicon asked. “Saving the clothes I got. And making sure that I don’t have to clean up an even bigger mess by ripping through them.” “Heh, good idea.” “Thanks.” He was down to underwear and socks by the time that the scales reached the top of his arm. It was already longer and heavier than the other one, and it was definitely thicker in the biceps and triceps, too. It wasn’t the size of a huge muscle-man from down at the gym, but it was definitely bigger than he had any right to claim. However, once the scales hit his shoulders, the transformation kicked into high gear. “Nnngh!” Thrown forward by the sudden weight of muscle and scale that slammed into his chest, and knocked off-balance by the sudden expansion of his shoulders, the human almost hit the floor. He managed to save himself from crashing through it by throwing out his arms, but the imbalance in length did nothing to stabilize him and almost sent him rolling off to the side. He gasped for breath as the scales sped over him, running faster and faster as they covered more and more skin. Bits of body hair hit the ground around him, sheared off by the fast-growing stuff, and he blushed as he realized just how quickly he was losing everything that had made him human. [i]Well…this is gonna be…mmmph…a fun time…[/i] He felt the crick-crack-crick of his neck growing out, his spine starting to extend upwards and downwards from the feeling of pressure just over his ass-crack. Neck and tail, he knew, from having written it a hundred times in a hundred different forms. Groaning under his breath, he leaned his head forward, doing his best to relax and to just go through it. Despite having written the process as both pleasurable and painful, the sense of scales brushing over his chest and down his back was more like putting on layers of clothing than anything else. Very tight clothing, and very [i]heavy[/i] clothing, admittedly, but that was all that he could think of to describe it. The waves of scales pressing over his skin was something that felt more like latex being pulled over him, and he did his best to keep that image in his head instead of the one that was threatening to sneak in behind it, that of the skin underneath the scales being ripped apart and made to disappear. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to breathe slowly, to take in the cool air around him, and then breathe it back out. The more he did, the more stiff his mouth and nose felt until they started to push out from his face. He grunted through them, groaning under his breath as his teeth started to ache. [i]Oh boy, here they come.[/i] Pop went the first tooth, the human thing hitting the floor and immediately, almost cartoonishly replaced by a dragon’s fang. One by one, the others popped free, a brief sense of painful pressure followed by a sudden removal of it. The feeling of the fangs in his mouth was almost one of being too cramped until the sides of his mouth turned into a proper snout, pushing out at a greater length from his face to give all those fangs the proper amount of room. He panted for breath as his tongue followed his snout, pushing towards his lips before hanging out and dangling for the world to see. It started to thin down, then pull together, getting longer and longer, the tip splitting and becoming forked. It wasn’t as good as a snake tongue for tasting-scenting the world, but it was definitely better than the last one that he had had. He groaned under his breath, tasting his own pleasure throughout the room, and resolved to not do that quite so much. He didn’t need to be tasting the smell of his own cum all the time. Before he could get himself upright again, his arms bulged, the one that hadn’t changed following its brother. His belly started to scale over, not losing the slight chub that he had, but not getting any thicker, either. He felt it getting firm beneath the slight bulge, and that was something that he could live with. If it wasn’t more fit, at least he wasn’t more fat. However, as the scales went down below his waist, as well as up over his eyes and along the top of his head – “GAH!” The feeling of horns pushing out of the top of his head were new, and they were [i]not[/i] fun. He could feel them getting thicker and harder, the point breaking through the scales and skin before they started to slide back over his head. He held his hands there, a few little whimpers breaking past his lips. “Ow, ow, ow, ow. You didn’t say that would hurt like that…” “Well, you just had giant points rip through skin and scales. I think that it’s pretty obvious that something like that is going to hurt like a –” “Yeah, shut up.” He groaned, rolling on his side as he felt the bulges against his spine starting to grow, the beginnings of wings as his tail started to push out through the base of his spine. His underwear stretched a bit in the back before he managed to get a grip on the waistband, pulling it down in the back slightly to allow for the growth. Slightly was all he could manage, considering that the other growth had already spread down his legs, thickening his thighs. And more to the point, working on thickening the thing between his legs, too. The human looked down between them, staring at the bulge that had already started to grow between his thighs. The actual size of it wasn’t that big, compared to the dragon standing in front of him. He’d never been able to get that much bigger than five and a half inches, six on a good day, though he had a good heft that was nearly two inches thick on him. This, though… He stared down at his dick as it continued to swell, pushing down, but not getting hard just yet. The outline of it in the white briefs was easy to see, since it seemed to get damp as it got bigger, soaking through the white cloth and making it all the more obvious to the eye. His cheeks burned as he saw the blackness of his shaft, the slight purple color to the head, and he groaned as he felt it starting to push forward against his balls. They were growing, too, getting bigger, fuller, rounder, pushing down at the bottom of his underwear, pushing to make a bulge that really sagged in the front. His cock was like something off of a hentai cartoon, already huge and getting bigger, and it was something entirely different to see his underwear ripping around the sides of it, trying to hold together and failing against a piece of anatomy that was entirely based around a size queen’s fantasy. His cock grew, grew, and grew some mores, passing the eight inch mark and leave the ten inch mark behind. It hit a foot long, and then kept growing, finally rising up from the base of his crotch and pushing his underwear forward. The rips that were already there only got more numerous, spreading across his crotch, showing off more and more of the scales beneath the fabric. He groaned, wanting to roll onto his back, but he could already feel the wings that were threatening to push out of his back, and he knew that was only going to make it more uncomfortable if he were laying on them. He had to be on his side, or on his front, anywhere but on his back. Groaning under his breath, he managed to get himself onto his knees, his cock pushing through the ripped remnants of his underwear, pointing forward at thirteen inches long. His balls were big enough that he knew that he’d need both hands to hold them, probably each one as big as a fist if they were as big as he had written them before. And he, himself, was still growing. The shredded remains of his waistband fell around him, falling down to his carpeted floor as the bulges along his back threatened to rip right through the scales that covered them. He ran his hands down his back, shaking his head repeatedly. “This is gonna hurt too, isn’t it?” “Yeah, probably. I’d suggest opening a window.” “Why?” “You’re probably gonna scream.” “Why – oh, right. Fire.” “Yeah. You don’t want to start one of those in here, I think.” “Fuck no…” He hobbled over to the window on legs that were only just starting to be the right size and musculature to support the rather large body that he now had. He threw a window open, stuck his head out through it – Just as the scales ripped. “RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” He screamed at the top of his lungs. It was like a wax strip being ripped off times a dozen, feeling like something had been ripped out through his skin rather than off it. His eyes rolled back in their sockets as he screamed sound, then fire through his jaws, the heat barely noticeable to him. He hung his head through the window for a few seconds before he was able to drag himself back in, shaking and trembling from head to toe. The feeling of the sheer pain from that had been excruciating, but… But on the other hand… “Wings…” He looked at them over his shoulders, a small, weak laugh escaping his lips. It was a phantom of the sound that he wanted to make, something that he had wondered at for so long. The feeling of wings, the capability of flight. Sure, it wasn’t going to be Superman flight, and it wasn’t going to be as fast as others, but damn, it would be cool. He flicked his shoulders a bit, experimenting with the muscles until he found the right spot for the ones to tense and pull to make his wings flap. It was clumsy, and he knew he had a lot of work ahead of him in figuring out how it actually worked, but it was going to be fun. His tail twitched behind him, the growth of which he had completely missed between the pleasure of his cock growing and the pain of his horns and his wings. It hung down to the floor and then rolled along it, nearly seven feet long, and he could feel the flexibility of it, though not quite how to use it just yet. That was something that would come with time, he imagined. As he took a few deep breaths, he caught something else, a taste of something beyond the human sort of ‘satisfaction’ that permeated the room to his new senses. He smelled…himself. Not in a horrible, sweaty, body-odor-y sort of way, but in the way of picking up pheromones from an animal or something. He could bring them to his nose and smell it, and it was rather strange and appealing in its own odd way. He could see Draconicon’s cock lifting up a bit, too, even in ghostly form. “So that’s how it feels when others are right in my crotch. It’s a rather…different sort of experience,” the black dragon said, rubbing his nose. “Powerful, though. That should hold you in good stead until your magic comes in properly.” “What do you mean, until it comes in?” “Well, you have it, but do you know how to use it?” “I know some of how you use it.” “I’m pretty sure you were phoning some of that in. Writing up some of the feelings so that you never had to get too deep into the how.” “…” “Hey, I’m not the author. I’m just the character that happened to be in one of your stories,” the black dragon said, chuckling. “And someone in my own right, but you know how fiction goes. Half the time, you’re telling the stories of people you just don’t know exist yet.” “…Fine. But pheromones…Well, at least, that’ll keep things from getting completely out of control.” And it would keep him from having to worry too much about the problems of dealing with cops and worse. They would smell him, and while they’d be horny from it, he’d at least have a little control of the situation. If they didn’t shoot first, that was. He doubted that he was getting a sort of were-transformation here, and that meant that figuring out how to do an illusion spell would be the first thing on his list. Otherwise, he’d be in the firing line as soon as he stepped out the door. He looked down his legs, seeing the black scales and the new muscles popping out all the way to his calves. They were just reaching the top of his socks, so he sighed and sat down, putting his feet up on an ottoman. “Just gonna sit and watch them?” Draconicon asked. “You have the same foot fetish I wrote you with?” he asked. “Yes?” “Then you know how much I’m going to enjoy this.” The once-human leaned back a bit further on the couch, staring down at his toes as they started to crack and curl in the socks. The undersides immediately felt wet, grinding against the soles of his feet, but he was more focused on the slow extensions that were already happening. The points of his toes were starting to get more pointed, the starts of claws pushing out of his toes as the nails melted down into a different spot. He groaned as he gripped the arm of the couch and the cushion, resisting the urge to reach down and stroke himself to the sight. It was going right into his memory, and he didn’t want anything to take away from that. Instead, he kept staring at his toes, at his feet, watching as they grew, as they stretched, as they pushed out. His heel expanded, growing slightly wider against the cushion of the ottoman, and his toes started to catch the interior of the sock as they curled, the claws getting sharper, scratching at the fabric of the sock. He grinned as he saw little rips starting to form, knowing that it was only a matter of time before the whole thing was broken down, until his feet were fully exposed the way that they should be. He kept curling his toes, groaning panting as his socks started to show rips just as his underwear had, the stretchy fabric struggling to contain his soles, his toes starting to get little holes near the tips of the claws. He watched, waiting, knowing it was going to – RIIIIIP! The first rip made his cock jump as he watched his big toe on the left foot break through, followed by the next toe beside it, and the toe after that. He savored the feeling of being too big for his socks, of his feet bursting free and going straight for being barefoot. As the toes ripped out, so too did the balls of his feet, getting bigger and thicker. His entire sole was getting wider, getting longer and then getting thicker so that it could support his larger body. Even so, they were getting bigger than they had to, just as he had written Draconicon, able to put down most people beneath his feet and hold them there as toys or other things. As his feet grew beyond the abilities of his socks to contain, he turned them to face him. The underside was shiny, not with sweat, but with the soft oil that Drac seemed to ooze from different pores, allowing his scales to take on that rich, powerful set of pheromones that would entrance those that were exposed to it for too long. At least, some people, he corrected himself. He needed to remember that it wasn’t entirely a foolproof sort of tool. There were those that could resist it, if they were of strong enough willpower. And if he ran into them before he got his magic under control… Well, he’d figure it out. The hazy dragon looked at him with a small smile as the transformation was completed, reaching up to his shoulders and pulling off his robe. The black garment shimmered for a moment, then solidified as it left the other dragon’s hands. “Take that. You’ll want something to cover up with, I’m sure.” “Thanks, but…what about you?” “Oh, I don’t think this summoning is going to last much longer. I’ll be drawn back to the world of horses before too long, and then I’ll be back to doing what I was doing back then.” “And what was that?” “Mostly sucking horse dick so I could get close to the head stallion. I need to get rid of him before he causes a world war.” “That bad?” “That bad.” The black dragon chuckled. “But you…heh, you have the chance to tell a pretty good story here. Make sure that you do a good job in coming up with an ending. That’s always the hardest part.” “Pretty sure the hardest part is getting to the end. Everyone can come up with an ending; it’s just whether it’s a good one.” “That is one way to look at it, but remember. This isn’t a story that you can just leave behind. You have to finish this one. Now that you have the power, you have responsibility to go with it. If you don’t…Well, let’s just say that you won’t be screwing just yourself over this time around.” The black dragon fixed him with that white-eyed stare that he had written so many times, and even though he had the same one, he swallowed hard. Draconicon smiled. “Good luck.” With one final fade, the dragon disappeared, leaving only the former human behind. He looked down at the robe, then walked over and picked it up. He ran his fingers down the silver runes in the divide, feeling a sense of familiarity from them, as well as a sense of newness, a feeling that he should know what it meant but not knowing quite what it was. Empty bits of memory. He had Draconicon’s body, and he had the black dragon’s powers, but he didn’t have his thoughts and experiences. He was his own person, but he was allowed to take on his creation’s abilities. [i]This is going to be interesting,[/i] he thought, looking down at himself. [i]I mean…I could…theoretically…I could create that world that we’ve talked about. One of anthros and people. One where everything is free and good, where…where it could be a utopia…[/i] That was something that he had always wondered about doing if he ever had magic powers. Would he be able to keep to that, he wondered, or were there too many temptations that came from having magic? Hell, would he be able to figure out how to use his new magic before people started breaking down his door to find him and take him in for being a danger to the state? [i]If that was going to happen, I think it’d start right about –[/i] Thump, thump, thump. [i]…Speak of the fucking devil…[/i] He shut his laptop tight, walking over to the door to his apartment. It wasn’t a long walk. The studio apartment was barely larger than a hotel room, with a kitchen on one side, a couch and bed in the middle, and a little nook for a bathroom right by the front door. A bathroom that needed cleaning, his new senses told him. Looking out through the hole in the door, he saw one of the security officers for the building. A woman in her late thirties, she had hair that was cropped short at her shoulders, pulled tight into a single braid over her shoulders. Dark skinned, perhaps a shade or two before full ebony, she had a tight blue uniform on and sunglasses. “Hello? Sir? Are you home? We heard a scream and had reports of fire.” Knock, knock, knock. “Sir? Is anyone home?” [i]…This is just too good an opportunity.[/i] Well, opportunity wasn’t the right word for it. He felt his cock throbbing at the idea of actually exercising his powers on someone, of seeing what it would be like to turn someone into a slut, to make them into someone that would serve him in a way that only fantasy had ever done before… But he knew better than to just do something like that. It was one thing in fantasy. Here, it would be rape. At least, if he didn’t check to make sure that she wanted it first. [i]Hold out. Just wait until it takes control of her, then talk. You can do that much.[/i] Ignoring the frustrated libido that was chomping at the edges of morality, he opened the door. The security guard stepped inside, her uniform a blue blur as she looked around for anything that might have caused the fire. He shut the door casually, shaking his head. “Sorry. There was a bit of an issue, but, uh…I think it’s sorted,” he said, trying not to sound surprised at the sound of his own voice. It was deeper than it had been, suave. [i]Why couldn’t I have gotten THAT a few years ago?[/i] he wondered. The security officer shook her head, taking off her sunglasses. “Well, whatever it was, it doesn’t seem to have done any damage. Do you need me to call you an ambulance or any – holy shit…” She’d finally turned around to see him, and he felt rather grateful that he had managed to put the robe on before getting to the door. If her eyes were that wide at staring at a two-legged dragon, he didn’t want to think about how she would have reacted to seeing him with the hard-on that the robe was hiding. She was tempting, even with her fear. She had a strong body, one that she’d obviously trained to be good with her security job, her arms showing some serious muscle in the short sleeve top. Her breasts were not quite on display, but that seemed to be a choice of hers rather than a sluttiness to her uniform. She had the buttons down further than she needed to, and her pants were tight, to put it mildly, showing off some strong curves. Her nostrils were flaring, too, her body already starting to accept the pheromones in the air, seeking more as the minutes ticked on. He held up his hands, trying to be as non-threatening as possible as she stared at him. “Yeah, sorry, like I said. There was a bit of a situation, but it’s handled now.” “What…the fuck…you…you’re not…” She was struggling to speak, but he could hear the slight slur that was starting to catch her words. It was probably helped along by the fact that she was gasping, panting in surprise, pulling more and more of the pheromone-spiked air into her lungs and corrupting her system with it. It wouldn’t be too long. He leaned back against the wall, keeping his wings pulled around him like an extra cloak, flipping the tips a bit to keep fanning the scent at her. At this point, it was no longer just a thing of sexual need, but a thing of needing to keep safe. She did have a taser gun, after all, and while he had written Draconicon with various immunities to firearms, he didn’t know which one was canon, nor what that thing could do if it was picked up and fired at him. He wanted to put her under as fast as he could, before she could do something stupid enough to hurt both of them. “Look. I know that we’re getting off on the wrong foot here. Um. Hi.” He offered his hand. “My name’s…My name’s Drac. Draconicon, if you want.” “Holy…holy…holy fuuuuuck…” Her eyes were starting to glaze over by the time that she took his hand. It wouldn’t be long before she was completely out of it, he was sure, but the problem was deciding what he was going to do next. He had choices, but he needed to make the right one. If he didn’t, then this whole story was going to come collapsing down around his ears. And regardless of what choice he made, he’d have to live with the consequences. But the important thing was that he needed to make that choice, and now, before it could get away from him. What did he do with her? [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]