[b][u][center]A Modern Dragon Harem Chapter 11: Experiments and Indulgences Sponsored by Kacacarrotcake By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] A day passed since arriving at the cave, and Draconicon took that time to build up his strength again. He didn’t allow himself to give into the temptations of having some fun with his newly-transformed friends, nor did he indulge the curiosity that he had about new, different forms of magic. Instead, he stayed in his chosen cavern in the cave and used his piece of paper to make a list of the different types of magic that he remembered trying. [i]Fires of adaptation…[/i] He looked at the bottom of the list, shaking his head. Much as he wanted that one to be a thing, that magic style – one that was so signature to the dragon character when he was just the writer – required there to be other magic users in the world. It was useless as of that moment, and there was no way that he could honestly build on that without their world changing in a drastic manner. Leaning back against a stalagmite, he looked over the list again. A little circle of fire floated just above his head, a bit of magic that came from a simple couplet. It was the most energy that he wanted to put out at the moment, and he needed it to see what he was doing. The list of different magical styles was longer than he wanted to admit. There were things that had been based on the One Power from the Wheel of Time, ideas that had been structured around runes and enchantments, theories about ley lines, ways to draw power from the world or the elements or from the connections one had with friends. The last one was essentially weaponized friendship, and he felt that one had some pretty strong possibilities when he got right down to it. But the problem was that there were too many for him to start with, and some of them – like the Will and the Word, borrowed from David Eddings – would actually kill him if he did something stupid. It was like a condensed version of what he was already doing with the rhyme scheme, except that the shorter the command, the more likely it was to go off-track or suck out more energy than he meant to give it. [i]Nope. Not doing that one,[/i] he thought, striking it off the list. As he debated the different schools of magic, he also considered ways of building up his own magical strength. He didn’t know how that might work, to be honest. If it corresponded to the way that muscles worked, then ‘aerobic’ exercises would be a continuous flex of magic to raise the corresponding ‘heart rate’, training the body to hold out against the flow of it and to maintain it for longer. Building up the muscles would be regular bursts of different kinds of magic, things that would allow him to build up the pool, force it to regenerate faster, and… [i]And this all relies on the theory that magic gets stronger in the same way that the body does. Which it probably doesn’t.[/i] Sighing, he slumped his head back against the rock behind him, doing it slowly to avoid embedding his horns in any softer bit of rock. That had almost happened twice already, and he didn’t need to call someone out to him in the middle of the night just to yank his head free. That was embarrassing enough. Staring at the ceiling, he tapped his fingers against the paper. His claws met it with a slight ripping sound, and he pulled them back, clenching them into a fist as his tail twitched and his wings ached. [i]You are smart enough to figure this out. You were creative enough to come up with Drac and all his adventures in the first place, not to mention all the other stories that you did. You were smart enough to help your friends before. You can figure this out, too.[/i] With another deep breath, he looked down at the list again. After a little more thinking, he narrowed down the list of magical schools to three different possibilities. The first was written magic, shifting the spoken spells to something written down. At the very least, he might be able to start working on scroll spells, things for his friends to carry around and use to protect themselves. At best, he might be able to start working on body-writing spells, something that could be used as a beginning to rune-work and rituals. More to the point, it allowed him to transition easily from one type of magic to another. He hoped. The second was elemental magic. The real Drac had always had a fair bit of luck with working with the four elements and Void, but he wasn’t going to touch on the latter right then. He didn’t want to start pulling on a magic that would be basically a black hole unleashed on the world. Not without a lot more control than he had right then. But if he could start working on the elements, not only would it give them more options for customizing this cave, but maybe he could figure out a way to draw energy from them, too. And for the last one… [i]Weaponized friendship,[/i] he thought, shaking his head. There was really no other way to put the connective magic that he had in mind. The stronger his bond with a person, theoretically, the more power and magic he could send along that bond, or even draw from in times of need. [i]They always said that they wanted to help…and it’s not like I’d become a vampire…[/i] He shook his head, putting the paper down. Those three. Those would be the best ones to start experimenting with, building on. One to transition into protecting the others and building up the slow spells. One to draw energy from the world and be able to affect it more. One to make the others more effective in the way that they worked with him. [i]They. Them. My friends,[/i] he thought, forcing the word up. [i]You’re not going down the ‘cold hero’ route. You’re a good person. A warm person. You detach, you lose that, and you lose what makes you a good person for them and everyone else.[/i] Draconicon took a deep breath, then flicked his hand at the floating bundle of light over his head. It was time to sleep. As the fire was dismissed, he pressed his hand to the stone ground. “Stone to earth, and earth to bed Comfort come, and pain be fled Allow me safety, happy rest With warmth, quiet, and softness best.” It wasn’t a typical bed that was summoned from the earth, nor was the transformation too smooth, but it was a spell that worked. The flat stone turned to dirt, and from that into something resembling a mattress. Soft enough, comfortable, and as he laid on it, any residual discomfort from the trip began to fade away. It felt safe, too, with the sides reaching up and pulling him in, and he almost felt good about it…until the earth started falling in around. Spluttering, the dragon yanked himself back out of the hole, rolling to the side. He watched as the hole he’d made sealed itself up, covered up like…like a grave. “…Okay, that wasn’t fair. I did not…ugh. Magic.” Shaking his head, he found a spot on the stone floor that was smooth enough, and he curled up on his side, pulling his wings around him like a blanket. Not the best way to sleep, but good enough for now. He’d just have to try a few more things in the morning, when he was better rested and not so unfocused. # When he opened his eyes, he half-expected to find at least one of his companions there waiting for him. Maybe Anya, looking to have a bit of fun when he woke up, or a cuddle to make her feel better about the insanity of the situation. Maybe Engy, looking to say thanks or get a hug. Maybe Veronica or Vivian or Victoria or Tobias, taking the bodyguarding more seriously than just standing at the door, or maybe Janet, wanting to complain. Maybe Ailsa, too, just wanting to get a bit of fun and feel like this was real, or Zavis, looking to continue his work and make things good. Instead, he found himself alone. Nobody had come to visit, and… Draconicon jumped to his feet, his heart in his throat. He ran for the exit of his cavern, almost bouncing off of a kangaroo that suddenly stepped in his way. “Whoa, hun. What’s wrong?” “Is everyone okay? Everyone safe?” “Everything’s fine, everyone’s good,” she said, and the roo’s voice dropped to a soft coo as she spoke. Not a nursing sound, but a soothing one. “Just hopped past everyone on a morning patrol. Everyone’s good.” “Okay…Okay, thank you, Victoria.” He leaned against the tunnel wall, taking a few deep breaths. The lack of company, the grave-spell that he’d done by mistake: they had added up to make him worry that he might have accidentally buried the others in his sleep. Unlikely, considering that he had specified that the spell needed to affect him, but… She poked his arm gently, and he turned back. “What?” “You. Need. To. Relax.” “…Same could be said of you.” “Haha! True.” The roo smiled, then frowned again. “But you need it just as bad. We can get time off, get some rest. You gonna try and pretend you don’t need it, too?” “…No.” “We’re gonna have a long talk later, when the little ones aren’t so anxious.” “Heh, are we just talking about the other three, or everyone here?” “They’re all little compared to us.” “Yeah, yeah. Guess that’s true.” “Now, if ya wanna bring Studley out here –” “A: I haven’t heard from him in a long time. B: He’s got a family. C: We’ve got enough chaos without starting [i]that.[/i]” “Yeah…yeah, that’s probably true.” “For now, let’s just work on what we got. But thanks. Thanks. Seriously. That…that scared me.” “What I’m here for, heh. I’m the sun.” “You’re [i]a[/i] sun. You’re not going to be the only one again.” They hugged, and the dragon left his chamber, taking a few deep breaths to banish the rest of his panic. He was halfway to the front cavern when the soft clearing of a throat pulled his attention sideways. Tobias was waiting down one of the side corridors, the dark-furred Doberman wearing his signature mirrored sunglasses around his neck, leaning against the rock with his arms at his sides. One hand clicked a lighter open and closed, the other was at rest near his hip, and despite his more relaxed posture, there was no doubt in the dragon’s mind that he had been on watch for at least a few hours. Maybe all night, knowing him. “Good to see you out and about,” the dragon said. “Hmm. It’s…interesting.” “To be fully forward?” “Yes…it will take some…adjustment.” “I imagine.” He leaned against the other wall of the tunnel, a few feet away from the Doberman. Not out of fear, but more to let Tobias have some space. The Doberman clicked the lighter a few more times before pocketing it. “I made my list.” “How long?” “Long enough. Organized by my guesses as to capability, followed by priority.” “Knowing you, it’s thorough.” The Doberman nodded, passing over a folded piece of paper. He took it, but as soon as he unfolded it, he blinked, pulling it closer to his eyes. “…Just how tiny did you write?” “I may have used a magnifying glass.” “…” “There were many ideas.” “Apparently. Holy cow…” The writing was tiny enough that he honestly couldn’t make out most of the letters, but he could see the tight scrawls of letters that formed organized lines. Assuming that every cluster of lines was a collection of ideas – and since they didn’t quite go all the way over to the other side of the page, he assumed they were – then the Doberman had presented no fewer than thirty ideas towards defenses and alterations. He shook his head slowly. “I’m going to need to translate these to letters I can read, but I’ll get back to you as to which ones can be done.” “I should not expect the lava moat to be finished anytime soon, I assume?” “…” The Doberman smiled, and Draconicon allowed himself a slight sigh of relief knowing that Tobias had been joking. Probably. The idea of a lava moat outside…yeah, he didn’t want to turn this mountain into the Evil Overlord’s Fortress, thank you very much. He tucked it into his robe, nodding to himself. It was at least a start, and he knew that everyone else would have a wish-list for him. Nothing that he could do about them immediately, but at least he would have some stuff to work with over time. “Thanks. Anything else?” “Yes. Once all essential possessions are here, you will be taught to shoot.” “Yeah…I was wondering if that would happen.” “Are you willing?” “…Willing enough.” “That will suffice. Engy, Veronica, and I will make sure that you know how to defend yourself.” “Then we’re not just talking firearm and shooting lessons, are we?” “No.” “…Note to self, learn medical spells.” “That would be appreciated, yes.” Tobias nodded. “…Thank you.” “Hmm?” “I am not saying it again. But…that…for what you did for us. For keeping your promise.” “I always push to do that.” “Yes…and it is appreciated.” “…May I?” “Yes.” The two of them embraced, a quick hug, one that was no less intense for how swift it was. Then they parted, and the dragon continued his trip to the central cavern. Unsurprisingly, some of the others were already up. Engy and Ailsa were both sitting on rocks, chatting about stuff. From the sound of it, they were mutually reminiscing about their time in the military, talking about what they had done and some silly stories. Probably it would turn to dealing with their sudden disappearance later, when they were more aware of how quickly they had left their posts. Zavis wasn’t around, but he imagined that the snake was off somewhere else, dealing with problems that he hadn’t foreseen just yet. Zavis was very good at taking care of things before anyone else really knew that they needed seeing to, and it was one reason that the snake had been called here first. Veronica was nowhere to be seen, but he imagined that she was patrolling somewhere outside, checking on the local area. Probably enjoying the ability to run again, too. If he heard a ‘whee’ or a laugh from outside, he’d know who it was. He imagined that Janet and Anya would be trying to catch a few z’s. They had been worked rather hard, and probably needed some time to wrap their heads around what had been happening. Anya in particular. For all that Janet had been worked harder, he imagined that she had been ready for something to go weird. Anya…hadn’t. He sighed, sitting down on a rock on the far side of the cavern, getting comfortable and pulling out Tobias’s list again. The writing was literally too small for him to read without a magnifying glass, and he wasn’t about to try and conjure one of those just yet. He would probably end up zapping everything around him with heat rays instead. That was something else that he needed to figure out. His spells were consistently going hit and miss, not quite doing what he wanted them to. That was going to be a problem if he didn’t figure out a way to get them more precise, more in-line with the aims that he had for them. So far, it hadn’t hurt anyone, but if he didn’t get some control over it… Draconicon groaned, folding the paper up and putting it back in his pocket. He would figure it out. He would. “Drac? Um…master?” He looked up. Engy had snuck over at some point, the metal-armed dragon rubbing the back of his head. A few huffs and puffs came out before he took a deep breath and calmed himself down again. Draconicon smiled. “Well, at least that seems to be easier.” “Huh?” “The panicking. It doesn’t seem as bad.” “No, just…more nervous now, you know?” “I get that.” “Can I sit down?” “Sure.” He gestured at one of the flatter rocks against the edge of the cave, and the yellow dragon took his spot. Engy shifted around, pulling his blue robe a bit tighter around his middle, still blushing a little bit as he kept moving about on the rock. “Big balls?” Draconicon guessed. “Yeah. Bigger than I’m used to.” “You were the one that wanted them.” “Yeah, but…didn’t think that they’d be this hard to sit with.” “You’ll figure it out.” “How did you figure that out? I mean, I’m bigger – I think – but you’re still pretty big. How did you…you know?” “Trial and error, mostly. A lot of error, too.” “Ugh, I was afraid of that.” “Don’t worry. The scales tend to protect them.” He smiled a bit despite the situation. The whole thing was rather funny, after all; working with bigger balls was a nice fantasy, but sometimes reality liked to remind you that it wasn’t always the most practical fantasy. He leaned back a little bit, his robe coming open down to his waist as he got comfortable, though that only seemed to make Engy that much more embarrassed. The other dragon was still a bit uncomfortable, that much he could tell. He kept shifting around, trying not to look the black dragon in the eye, trying to look at the ground or the ceiling or anywhere else. His metal-armed friend was hemming and hawing, still nervous despite the fact that they were about of a height, tall dragons with thick shoulders, just one of them in slightly better shape than the other. That was Engy, of course. He’d been more active in character than Drac had been, and it showed in the muscles that popped through the robe. Draconicon glanced down, noting a small bulge that was slowly getting bigger the more that Engy hesitated. He smiled. “Finding the dragon libido hard to deal with?” “Thank you for asking,” Engy said, sighing softly as he leaned forward. “You have no idea. The big balls are awesome, but…well…” “They’re always active?” “Yeah.” “Keeping you up at night?” “Well…yeah…I mean. I can have some ‘fun’ and it’ll go down for a while, but –” “But not for long?” “Nope.” “Yeah, same here.” He’d noticed that if he wasn’t having sex, then orgasms didn’t really seem to have the same power anymore. He had to be getting off with someone else, or the relief lasted less than half the time that a proper round of fucking did. It was like his balls knew that he was cheating, that he wasn’t ‘breeding’ or getting eggs made, and so they kept filling up again. He knew that Anya was always more than happy to see to that need, and that she’d be happy to offer herself around to the rest of the harem, but Engy? He smiled. At least this was something that he could handle, and it was something that would probably make his friend feel better at the same time. “Come on. Let’s go back to my cavern.” “Oh? Um, is this, uh…are we gonna…” “Do you want to?” “Well, yeah.” “Then come on.” “But I’m still –” “Come on,” he said, taking the yellow dragon’s hand and giving him a sharp pull. “Before I put a spell on your arm to make you jerk off in public.” “Uh, coming.” It was almost cute to see the red blush marks on Engy’s face as they walked down the corridor. He knew that his friend was more than slightly anxious about having fun with someone else, but there was no need for that. They were long-time friends, and they were going to have a very, very good time. Victoria was still at the entrance of his little room, but she got the picture as soon as he walked up. The roo gave him a wink, hopping a few feet down the tunnel corridor to give them space, and he entered the room. As soon as they were inside, Engy turned around. “Maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe we could just wait a bit, and I’ll feel better. Just wait and let me get used to everything, or –” “Engy.” Draconicon leaned in, gently bumping his forehead against the other dragon’s. He pulled his friend into a hug, rubbing his shoulders, then his back, all the way down to the base of his tail. Little by little, the other guy leaned on him, shivering a bit. “Relax. I’m going to take care of you, and then you’re going to take care of me.” “Yeah…yeah, I know.” “Now…how about you get on your knees…” “Musk?” “Musk.” “Thank you…” The yellow dragon wobbled a bit as he got down to his knees, pushing his legs apart as he took off his robe. There was still a blush, but it wasn’t quite as pronounced now that they were alone, now that they weren’t going to be seen having fun. Maybe later, but for now, they were going to – Draconicon whistled as Engy finally revealed his sac. He’d known that it was going to be big, but he hadn’t expected to see something bigger than a pair of cantaloupes down there. The heavy yellow ballsac rolled from side to the other as Engy kept shifting his position, trying to get comfortable, and his cock, already hard, stood up and presented itself as quite large, too. Those balls were the real star of the show, though. Draconicon smiled, lifting his foot so that he could tickle them with his toes, rubbing them slowly. They were big, heavy, and they looked like they were begging to be drained. “How long since you had some relief?” he asked. “Four hours.” “Four –” “They’re going crazy.” “I think you’ll need more than just musk to calm down, then.” “Just give it to me. I need…I need something to slow my brain down.” “Then you can have it.” Putting his foot back on the ground, Draconicon pulled his robe open, allowing his own equipment to fall out into the open. He whispered the word that restrained the musk, and just like that the smell of sex started to fill the room, thick and heavy already from the arousal that he had ignored or suppressed with fear and purpose. Almost immediately, Engy’s eyes went a little hazy. He groaned, rolling his head back, then forward, then back again. He panted softly, his mouth coming open as he leaned in, pressing his cheek against the black dragon’s orbs. “So…so sexy…” “Go on. Breathe it in.” His friend did more than that. Engy shoved his face right into the dragon’s balls, pressing his nose right into the space between the shaft and where the testicles met the base. He breathed in, then huffed it back out, his entire body shaking. One breath, then another, then another, each one that little bit stronger than the one before, each time breathing out that little bit more steadily than he had before. Soon, the yellow dragon was just sucking it down, moaning to himself, nuzzling back and forth. The shakes that he’d had, the little bits of anxiety and fear that had started coming up, were gone. All that he seemed to want were balls. Specifically, the black dragon’s balls. Draconicon smiled, slowly stroking his cock as the yellow dragon nuzzled them from side to side, kissing the orbs gently as he went. “Big balls…would be even sexier…if they were bigger.” “Maybe during fun times, but not now.” “Mmmph…” “Besides, they’ll feel big enough hammering at your ass, right?” “Mmm…yeah…” “Feeling a little drunk?” “Maybe…kinda?” Engy giggled. “More…relaxed.” “That’s a good thing.” “Yeah…wanna make you feel good, though…” “You can do that. Take another few breaths, then turn around.” “Yeah…I can…do that…” Huff, huff, huff went the hot air breathing over his balls, the warmth spreading across his testicles until they felt like they were in a sauna. Engy kept nuzzling into them, the other dragon’s arms out of sight. He imagined – Splut. Yep, he was right. Engy was teasing himself, working his dick to the smell, and that little bit of pre-cum on his toes confirmed his guess. He smiled to himself, pulling back and letting his cock throb above the other dragon’s face. “Alright, man. Turn around.” “But…balls…” “Don’t worry. You’ll get to play with those again later. I promise. For now, anal.” “Mmmph…right…Thank you, Master. I feel better now.” “I’m glad.” As the yellow dragon turned around, showing off his ass, Draconicon’s cock jumped and jerked a few times. He always had been a fan of a bigger sort of ass, and Engy had a lovely one. Big, thick, round, and perfect for the sort of hard-pounding that he liked to do. Despite the other dragon’s musculature, he had a thick sort of ass, the kind of hips that invited grabbing and pinning, and he knew that this was going to be good. Going on his knees behind his friend, he parted the cheeks and spat on the hole. A few more globs worked in enough slickness for this, or at least, he hoped so. The magic had been helpful in a few ways, so he hoped that it would also give him what he wanted out of this sexually, too. [i]Please, please, please…[/i] He slapped his cock between those large, rounded cheeks, slid it forward, and then pushed in. The soft squelch of the slick spit and his fat cock sliding past Engy’s rim was music to his ears, but the moan that came after was like a symphony. It meant that everything was working, that his friend was enjoying this. And so was he. The tight, hot hole was welcoming him in, the pucker clenching down tight on his dick, telling him that it was going to stay nice and tight no matter how often he fucked it. Or, at least, it would try. He looked forward to fucking it enough to make it gape, to make it swell, to make it open up and feel hungry for him all the time. Draconicon growled, leaning forward, forcing Engy down against the floor. The musk-drunk yellow dragon submitted, panting as he thrust his ass back. In seconds, the black dragon’s dick was completely sheathed in that hole, filling it up and spreading it wide, and he growled even louder under his breath. Smack, smack, smack went his hips, pounding away at his friend. Each thrust had the other dragon moaning, had him squirming, gasping, begging for that fat cock. Yellow toes curled, and that thick tail was pushed off to the side, exposing that eager butt for more and more molestation. SMACK! He spanked it, making it jiggle, making the hole clench around his cock, and he groaned under his breath at the tightness, at the way that the inner walls were squeezing down on him, milking him, drawing out his pleasure. He panted as he picked up the pace, his hips smacking off that ass again and again, making it jiggle, leaving scale prints behind on the rounded rump. Harder, faster, deeper. He yanked Engy back against his cock, feeling the tightness slowly fading, feeling that pucker giving in to the pressure of his cock. He growled under his breath as he felt his friend shaking, shivering under him. “More, master, please, I’m close.” “Oh, you’re going to get it…” He leaned forward, laying his chest against the other dragon’s back, using his weight to pin him down, to hold him in place. Thrust, thrust, thrust, each one slamming in deep, fucking the little slut and making him into a good little cock-sleeve. His balls battered against Engy’s ass, leaving little black marks against his yellow scales. Each thrust left a bit more of his scent on his friend, a little more of the musk that he so craved. A little reminder of this whole thing… [i]Mine…mine…mine…[/i] Once more, he could feel his magic rising up, something pulling at him, but it was different this time. It wasn’t just the willpower that he had felt when he had first marked Janet. No, this was something different, something that rose and fell based on his excitement. [i]Tantric magic?[/i] he wondered, but the question was only there for a second before Engy gasped, cumming under him. The sudden tightness caught the black dragon off-guard, and he thrust forward, hard, filling his eager little dragon, his alchemist, his friend. Splurt, splurt, splurt, each little throb of his cock delivered a blast of cum, and he had to force himself not to reach out with the same slave marking spell that he had used with Janet. He managed to keep it back…but only barely. By the time he was done, his cum was oozing hard from Engy’s ass, oozing around his cock at first, and then through a gaping hole that was only slightly closing by the time that he was all the way out. He smiled. “Enjoy yourself?” he asked. “Nnngh…so much…Can…can we do that again?” “In a bit. I have something else I need to think about.” Tantric magic. Definitely something worth considering… [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]