[b][u][center]A Whole New Party
Prologue
For Engy
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








The silence over the Realm of the Dragons broke as dozens of portals snapped open. Filling the entry cloud with every color of dragon-kind, they stretched as dragons mature and ancient stepped through. Some came for a chance to relax, others to socialize, and one in particular to celebrate his hatchday.  

“HAAAAAAAAAA HA!”

Audron laughed as he flew through his portal. The platinum opening closed as soon as he cleared it, snapping shut on a dragoness waving goodbye. He barely noticed, too busy taking in the Cloud-Ways that linked the Realm together. His mother had told him stories of this private place since he’d hatched, and adulthood finally gave him the right to visit. With so many plans for his first visit, his attention was everywhere but where he was going. 

With a ‘bong’ as metallic as it was deep, Audron slammed into the side of a giant four-legged red dragon. Considering he was in his bipedal form, it probably felt like a gnat bumping the bigger male. Audron, however, ricocheted off his larger elder and rolled backwards, finally coming to a stop among the other portals. He groaned, rubbing his snout. 

“Owwwwww…”

“Watch where you’re going, hatchling,” the big red muttered. 

“You should get your eyes checked if you’re calling me…”

He shook his head. Platinum dragons might be the top of the heap among ‘good’ dragons, but running his mouth around a red was a good way to get burned. The chromatics were less than friendly to metallics at the best of times, and his scales were resistant to flame, not immune. 

Getting up, the hatchday-dragon joined the dragons walking into the Realm. The entire isolated dimension was made of island clouds linked by the Cloud-Ways, allowing those too old or too tired to walk between the different regions of the Realm. The springy cloud put some pep in every step, and the sun kept it as warm as the height of summer. 

Not that it was the real sun. Audron’s mother had taught him that much. The Realm of the Dragons was a magical construct built to sustain dragons and destroy, well, everything else. Adventurer or monster, anything non-dragon imploded upon entering, allowing them some real privacy. 

Of course, with everything the Realm offered - socializing, mating opportunities, and more - it was restricted to those dragons of age. That finally included him, and he planned on making the most of it before he had to leave. 

Audron snapped his fingers. An open robe of platinum coins appeared overhead, floating for a moment before dropping down. He threw his arms into the sleeves before anyone could steal it, grinning at the obvious envy of some brass and green dragons. That little burst of self-satisfaction lasted until they reached the stairs leading to the main social cloud, and it only faded because something better got his attention.

“Bouncy,” he muttered. He stomped on the first step and his leg very nearly went flying over his head. “Very bouncy...heh...hehe.”

Throwing dignity to the wind, he jumped, bouncing more than ten feet up and five feet forward. He hit the next step, flexed his knees, and flew even higher and further. With each jump, he drew more eyes, but did he care? Not really. This was his hatchday, and he deserved a little fun before responsibilities came knocking. 

His seventh jump carried him to the bottom of the Cloud-Way, where he bounced between other bipedal dragons as he looked for his family. His mother told him to look for his uncle Airin before he left. As far as he remembered, Airin loved the main hub, mostly for the alchemical treats served there, but he was nowhere to be seen. There were, however, plenty of chromatic dragons. The current shift towards ‘good’ in the Material World meant most of them had little to do. Considering their differences of opinion and their current numerical advantage, he knew better than to attract their attention. If he could just find - 

“Ha ha, there you are, Nephew!”

He whipped his head up with a grin, spotting his uncle flying in. The massive platinum dragon shimmered, going from four-legged to two-legged in the blink of an eye as he landed. They exchanged a quick snout-bump, then hugged. 

“So sorry I’m late,” Airin said, patting him on the shoulder. “I honestly forgot the day. How are you? Where’s your mom?”

“Oh, dealing with some of her goblins. They’re on strike again.”

“Oh, bother. Does she need me to make an example of anyone?” 

“Nah, she’s got it handled. They want a share of the new mines before going back to work, and it’s just a matter of negotiating. You know mom and mithril.”

“Young one, I know [i]all[/i] dragons and mithril. Now, come along. You deserve a drink before you go.”

“Now you’re talking.”

Of all the things developed by the Material World, the bar grabbed the dragons the most. In fact, making their own bar constituted the one and only change to the Realm of the Dragons in thousands of years. Gone were the likes of mead lakes and beer rain, of ale-clouds and wine-storms. No, these days, they chugged from crystal cups and copper hoses, with two-legs and four-legs alike enjoying a sociality that could only take place around a bar. With dragon improvements, of course; mortal flavors were [i]not[/i] sufficient for dragon taste buds.

The barstools were made of wetter clouds, and it molded to his rump as he sat down. Some bits of cloud pressed under his tail, almost like a thawing tongue. Uncle Airin sat with his tail between his legs, blocking the cloud. Audron chuckled. 

“What, not going to ride it like Uncle Raithir?”

“That tail-raiser can do what he likes. Any attention back there best come from a female, for me.” 

Their server, a ball of light with vaguely draconic wings and tail, brought them a pair of crystal cups. It glowed brighter over them, manifesting a liquid darker than midnight flecked with glittering silver. Airin took one cup and Audron the other. He cocked his head to the side, tilting the cup back and forth.

“What’s this?”

“Star-Mead.”

“Come on, it’s gotta have a better name than that. What about Glitter-Dark or something?”

“Heh, I didn’t make the name, young one. Enjoy.”

His uncle drained his cup and passed it to the spirit for another. Audron shook his head, swishing the drink around for a moment before tilting the cup back back – 

Plink. 

“Hey!”

He swatted his uncle’s claws, but the older dragon had passed one of his platinum coins to the bartender. In the space of a second, it disappeared. Audron sighed, rubbing his forehead. 

“What happened to getting a drink?”

“We [i]are[/i] getting a drink. Just not on my coin.”

“Ass.”

“Possibly up yours if you don’t sit properly.”

Grumbling, Audron deliberately sat down harder. The tongue-like feeling between his cheeks pressed deeper, almost sliding in. A hint of red touched his face, but they were all adults. Who cared if he acted a little like a tail-raiser out of spite? 

Making a mental note to replace the coin later, he reminded himself that the chair was just a pleasure aid. Raithir might be a tail-raiser, but he just enjoyed the texture. Not wanting to think too much about that, he sipped his drink. 

The Star-Mead proved to be a nice distraction. It tasted like honey mixed with ‘crunchy’ bits of salt and citrus, giving it a sort of shimmering flavor. It was impossible to truly describe due to the magic involved in making it. No buzz, though. 

“I thought this was a bar. Don’t mortals get drunk here?” he asked. 

“Yes, but they’re mortals. We’re dragons. Besides, it’s more about the taste.”

“Oh. Huh.”

“Don’t tell me that you [i]wanted[/i] to get drunk before you went Claiming?”

“Well…not so much wanted, but isn’t it expected? I mean, I [i]did[/i] study this.”

“Book-Wyrm.”

“And proud of it.” 

He shook his head, finishing his Star-Mead and turning the cup upside-down to show he was done. What little black liquid remained dripped out, turning the bar-cloud into a stormcloud. Miniature sparks darted between it and the nearby puffs, and Audron smirked as an idea came to him. 

With his uncle so busy sipping at his own drink, he leaned his head on one hand and gestured at the sparks with the other. He wound them up into a little ball of electricity, twisting them up like gathered yarn. Once he had a nice ball of lightning, he flicked it at his uncle’s stool. 

The results were as expected as they were dramatic. The other platinum dragon was launched from the stool and flew a dozen feet in the air before coming down with a thump. Audron laughed as his uncle covered his reddened rump, shaking his head as Airin slapped himself to get rid of the excess sparks. 

When they dissipated, Airin glared at him, or at least, tried to. His grin won that particular war. 

“Okay, okay. I deserved that. Truce?”

“You got it, uncle.”

“Splendid.”

Airin sat down as the spirit brought them food: Spark-Rocks for his uncle, Fire-Pebbles for him. He nibbled at the spicy chunks, feeling their peppery fire slipping between his fangs. It was like lava given spice, and it burned so good. 

“So, do you have anything in mind for your Claiming?” his uncle asked. 

“Oh, I haven’t thought about it much.”

“Oh, don’t play coy, young one. My sister’s told me you’ve been begging to leave the mountain for decades.”

“Heh…well, I might have a few ideas.”

“I’m sure. Already thinking of what your minions will seize, what mountain you’ll hold.” Airin chuckled. “So, who will you be taking with you?”

“Oh. Nobody.”

“Nobody? Come, come, nobody goes alone. Everyone takes at least a few friends for back-up.”

“Yeah, but that means [i]sharing.[/i] I’m not doing that.”

“You’re making it harder than it needs to be, nephew.”

“Since when did I care about something being hard?”

“I did hear rumors your first time was a [i]little[/i] embarrassing for just that reason...”

“That was one time, and that was because mom put a chastity spell on me. I can get hard anytime I like now! I like it hard!”

“You’re shouting.”

“I’m not shouting!” He turned on the stool. “See - oh.”

No fewer than two dozen dragons were staring at him with arched eyeridges, most glancing down at his exposed groin. Audron spun around to face the bar again, his platinum scales were scored with pink along his snout. His uncle smiled. 

“I told you.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, covering his face. 

They sat in silence as he adjusted his coin robe. The barstool’s touch had left him a trifle stiff, and exposing one’s arousal to other dragons was something of a faux pas. He sighed, feeling it twitching its way back down gradually as his uncle crunched his Spark-Rocks.

“...So, where are you starting?”

Grateful for a distraction, Audron cracked his knuckles, then tapped the bar. The clouds shimmered, twisting and collecting in new shapes as they became a map of the Material World. 

“Show-off,” Airin muttered, chuckling. 

“I’ve always been good with magic. If you got it, flaunt it.”

Fighting had never been his forte, nor sneaking around as some smaller dragons did, but magic? Magic was his pride and joy, and he consumed every scrap of knowledge he could find on the subject. Hopefully, he could find more during his Claiming. 

The Material World was a mono-continent divided into five distinct regions, six if you counted the massive ocean in the south-west with all the intelligent aquatic species. Going clockwise from the north, one passed through Dwarf-Land, Orc-Land, Elf-Land, then the ocean, and finally Human-Land in the west. He dreamed of visiting the mega-city in the center at some point, but that was hardly a good starting place.  

Instead, he tapped a small town between the city state and the orc heartland further east. The map zoomed in and focused on the town - named Lork-Lund - and detailed every house, every church (of which there were five, [i]five[/i] to be seen, unbelievable), and every Guild-House in excruciating detail. He tapped a church on the west side, one dedicated to an elf-god that looked fairly ill-attended. 

“I’ll start here, I think. Should be something good among the orcs.”

“Why start with an elvish church, then? The greenskins are strong and evil, and would undeniably make decent minions, but why start with an elvish church?”

“One, just because it’s a church for elves doesn’t mean that elves are the only ones that worship there. Two, it’s on orc land, which means that the town won’t care what happens to or in the church. Three…those trees look soft.”

“Ah. Cushions.”

“I don’t [i]think[/i] I’m going to miss, but never hurts to have something to soften my landing.”

Portaling anywhere outside the Realm and one’s home mountain always carried some risk. With those, one targeted the portal to the dragon essence in the area. Once one started free-aiming, the portal got more and more unstable. Not only could he miss his target, but he would have to deal with the amplified velocity of shooting out of an unstable portal. 

Thus, the trees. At the very least, it would hurt less than the ground. 

“Well, it seems you have a plan. Perhaps I might snag a consulting fee?” his uncle asked, reaching for the bowl of Fire-Pebbles. 

Audron caught him by the wrist, shaking his head. 

“Uh-uh.”

“Come now. Just one.”

“Get your own. My spicies!”

“Is that so, young one? Oh, what’s that?”

Even as he turned, he knew he’d been fooled. The moment his eyes were off the bowl, he heard the tell-tale crunch and sighed. 

“Why did I fall for that?”

“Because you’re young. You’ll learn. Heh…heh…oh gods, this was a mistake…WATER!”

His uncle slammed his head through the bar and disappeared into the cloud. The bar shrank, the cloud sucked in as raw moisture by the older dragon. Audron shook his head; Uncle Airin deserved that for stealing his spicies. 

He glanced back at the map. He knew where he was starting and where he was going. There was a mountain on the edge of the sea and the Elf-Land that had his name on it. He just needed to find his ‘who’ to Claim. 

[i]Minions.[/i]

Every dragon needed them. His mother worked with goblins, Airin worked with ghosts, and Raithir...well, no-one knew what that tail-raiser worked with, but some big males, certainly. He needed minions of his own to claim that mountain and keep it, and part of Claiming meant finding some mortals and customizing them into his minion lieutenants. 

The ‘evil’ chromatic dragons often raided settlements to find the strongest candidates, either kidnapping them or manipulating them into trapped dungeons to convert them. Platinum and other metallic dragons, on the other hand, tended to tempt their future minions with rewards, guiding the mortals to give in to a ‘better’ life under their new overlord. The chromatic approach got them their minions quickly, but often with less power, and vice versa with the ‘good’ dragons.

Audron needed something good and he needed it relatively quickly. Starting with people fairly strong - which he should find in Lork-Lund - should speed up the process drastically.  

By the time that Airin managed to douse his mouth-fire, Audron had drawn his portal. He sat at the edge of it, feeling the portal border shaking already as Airin spoke.  

“Ah…ah…I forgot how hot those were. You must have a mouth of stone, young – leaving already?”

“Yep.” 

“I suppose getting a head-start makes sense. Don’t want a rival to claim that mountain first, after all.”

“That was the idea.”

“So serious.” Airin sighed. “Please keep in contact with me and your mother. You know she’ll worry. And if it doesn’t work out...well, there are other places to claim.”

“I’m going to have this, uncle. No questions.”

He nodded, creeping up to the edge of the circle. Just as he was about to jump through, Airin spoke up again. 

“You have a disguise ready, of course?” 

“Disguise? Oh, uh, of course.”

“...Good luck, nephew.”

“I don’t need luck.”

He pushed himself through the portal and fell. 

#

On the plus side, his aim was perfect. On the minus side, he went through too fast. Instead of landing on the roof, he went straight through, and the impact all but caved in the temple roof. Hell, the impact left the god-statue near the front of the building off-kilter as he slammed past. 

He groaned as he dragged himself from the rubble he’d dragged with him. The temple had been empty, but now it was emptier. Broken pews, shredded canopy roof - probably woven by druids, that’d be expensive to fix – and a giant hole in the floor were all evidence to his destructive landing. Hell, there was a second hole since his velocity left him bouncing after the first impact. 

“Ugh…ow…ow…ow…”

Well, he was in Lork-Lund now. What a start. He shuffled out of his robe of platinum coins, sending it away with a snap of his hands. As for his disguise, a black robe? No, white. No, green. Green implied nature rather than good or evil. Even if this was orcish territory, better to see where the moral axis landed before just assuming. 

After he summoned a green robe and dressed himself, he began the process of shapeshifting. It was a talent of all dragons, but the better one was at magic, the better their shapeshifting skills were. He was very good at magic. 

“Ugh…squishing the face, I [i]hate[/i] squishing the face…”

Audron pressed his clawed fingers to his snout, gently pushing his lips and nose inwards. The tingle of magic distracted him from the pressure building in his sinuses as he pushed his snout back, but it never completely went away. He clenched his jaws at the slow compaction that followed as his teeth shrank and lost their points. As he pinched his nose into a proper human shape, he lost some of his sense of smell. Not bad, but not fun, either. 

[i]Ugh…this is…really annoying.[/i]

As his face looked at least mostly human, apart from his eyes just a little too big, he turned to his arms, scratching them with his claws. His scales shed at a touch, falling like coins from a purse. The platinum scales disappeared as they fell, and he gritted his teeth again as he pushed his claws against each other. As they turned to dust against each other, he couldn’t help but feel weaker, less than himself. Everything felt like a trade-off. 

Much as he wanted to keep his dragon bulk, it was impossible. As he shed muscle, he decided to stay young. Another trade-off, but he preferred to be taken seriously rather than dismissed for his age. In addition, he had heard that the shorter-lived races were...fun, and he was curious how accurate that was. 

He smiled. With all the stories Airin and the rest of the males in the family told, it would be more fun to rut one of the short-lived races than to mate a dragoness. Tight elf holes, muscular orc asses, dwarves short but tight as hell: he’d heard them all. Maybe he’d experience half of them. 

Shaking his head, he grabbed his tail by the tip, slowly feeding the whole thing into the base of his spine. Someone was shouting outside the temple, which meant if anyone was going to check in on it, they’d come soon. 

[i]If they even care, but just in case...[/i] He tapped his chin, trying to remember the process. [i]They pay…coin? Yeah, that’s right. Pay damages.[/i]

While without a hoard himself, Audron did have an allowance he could draw from his mother’s hoard. He was allowed six hundred platinum per month, which should be sufficient. 

[i]Well, 599. Airin did steal that coin from my robe.[/i]

He had just finished shrinking his tail and was starting to do the same with his dick when the doors to the temple burst open. Audron looked up, his hands wrapped around a cock that went more than halfway to his knees and supporting balls only slightly proportionally smaller. The orc guards stared, he stared, they all stared. Then he broke the silence with an awkward finger wave and one word. 

“Hi.”

The orcs continued to stare in silence, but a bustling crowd seemed to be building behind them. Probably the local worshipers, he imagined. Audron stood up, dropping his cock. At this point, better to let them stare at that than see his still-scaly legs. 

“Uh, is this your temple?” he asked, trying to break the ice.

“…No, it’s an elf-temple. Who are you? What happened here?” the orc captain said, obviously struggling to look away from Audron’s bulge. 

“Oh, uh…”

[i]Oh, yes, preparing a lie would have made SO much sense earlier. Why didn’t I think of that? Oh, right. I needed to get ahead. Stupid dragon.[/i]

The captain was still waiting for an answer, while the two guards behind him had shut the doors. Obviously, he would be the prime suspect, and why not? He was discovered at the scene of the crime. 

[i]Okay, um, brain? Something? Anything?[/i]

Nothing. Okay, he was winging it.

“Right, sorry. I snuck in last night for a place to sleep. Arrived late, no time to get a place in the inn, you know how it goes,” he said. “And I thought, hey, nature temple, nature mage, maybe I could sleep there and make it good in the morning.”

“Uh-huh. And the hole in the ceiling?” the orc asked. 

“Oh, that?” He shrugged. “No idea. That was there when I woke up.”

“…It was there…when you woke up…”

“Yeah. Why do you ask? Is it so hard to believe?”

“Yes. It is. Arrest him.”

“Hey, hey,” Audron said, backing up as the orcs advanced. “What if I’m telling the truth? There could be something dangerous around here.”

“You give yourself away with ‘what if,’” the captain said. “If you are innocent, we’ll find out shortly. Come quietly; we would prefer not to hurt you, but you’ve damaged Lork-Lund city property, as far as we can tell.”

So much for thinking the orcs wouldn’t care. Then again, all that good-dragon influence had probably rubbed off on all mortals. All the chromatic dragons drifting into the Realm meant they had less influence on the short-lived. It might shift back later, when the pendulum swung the other way again, but for now...problems. 

[i]Well, I didn’t think this one through. Okay, do-over.[/i]

Dragon magic was most powerful in dragon form, but even while mostly human, his skills were quite potent. He flicked his eyes from one orc to another, casting the same ‘Enthrall’ spell on each of them. One after another, their eyes glowed with a bright light before they went limp. 

The greenskin captain was the last affected, stopping in the process of drawing his weapon. Audron let out a slow breath of relief, shaking his head. 

“Well…that could have gone better. Alright, let’s take that from the top. I’m Audron, and I’m a nature mage. We good with that?”

The orc guards nodded, and he smiled. That was progress. He let his robe fall open again, working his magic down his legs to finish the transformation. His scales disappeared, and as he tapped his clawed toes against his heels, he finished the shapeshift. He was fully human...well, mostly. 

Though his dick was a pale human color, it still had dragon size. It draped itself over his sac, running slightly over a foot down from his crotch, and the head swung with any movement he made. He held it under the head, tossed it up and down a few times, and sighed. 

“Well, I guess I can keep that. Not like it’s going to matter most of the…the…Whoa.” He leaned against the wall behind him. “Okay, blood flow. Fixing that [i]right[/i] now.”

It was an easily-fixed problem once he identified it. A little more blood, slightly stronger heart, and he was fine. More than fine, actually, now that his panic had passed. 

[i]Hmm…blood flow, big dick, adrenaline – yep, that’s the libido kicking in. The panic reaction’s over, the urge to breed kicking in. Cue boner in three, two, one…[/i]

Just like that, his rather large cock twitched, rising from its resting place. It was purely an adrenaline reaction, he was sure, but he still blushed as the enthralled orcs stared at him. He had to remind himself that this was purely a reaction, not an actual need of his. Much as he thought Airin went too far, there was no way he was like his tail-raiser Uncle Raithir. This was just the result of a sudden panic. A fear boner, if one would. 

Putting an end to his mental babbling, he took a closer look at the orcs. They were large males, a foot taller than his human form, and each one wore tight leather. Very tight, at least in the crotch. Their muscles popped at the ends of their sleeves, and their thighs were - 

[i]Okay, okay. That’s the boner still. Time to stop thinking of sexy things.[/i]

Shaking his head, Audron pointed at the hole in the ceiling. The orcs looked up, dumb as posts. He sighed. 

“You two, start fixing that. Captain, I want you -”

His request fell on deaf ears as the whole church rattled from an explosion just outside. One orc fell into the rubble, and the captain fell flat on his face as part of the ceiling fell in and brained him from behind. Audron threw one hand up, catching more debris before it could injure the orcs any further. 

“Son of a drake, what the hell was that?”

The orcs were silent. Shaking his head, he gestured for the two soldiers to take care of their captain, then ran to the main door. The mob he expected to see had disappeared, leaving only trickles of flame running along the streets, and not normal flame, either. Tasting the magic coming from it, he glanced up the street to the main road. 

The fire stopped between an orc’s fingers. Audron narrowed his eyes at the black-robed greenskin in the middle of the road, feeling a much stronger aura coming from him than orcs usually had. A wizard, then? 

Another figure stepped out from behind the orc. A dwarf, oddly enough, beard braided in the four twisting lengths of a banished man. He was in turn joined by an armored woman and a red-armed man, the former of which was thumbing through old papers. They were too far away to see, but he’d wager that they were bounty posters. 

“Think you could [i]not[/i] roast the next ones, Kyo’Thar?” the armored woman asked. “They pay half for bodies, quarter for ashes. You do that again, I’m not paying for your components.” 

“Hmmph.” 

Fascinated despite himself, Audron tapped a finger against his temple. Time to see if his mother’s detection spell was worth the time spent learning it. 

[i]...Whoa.[/i]

The simple spell just applied an aura to anyone he looked at: blue for good, red for bad. In this case, all four were [i]covered[/i] in red, and sparking with black outlines, besides. Whatever baggage they carried, they were [i]evil[/i].  

More importantly, they were powerful. Fireballs didn’t come easily, nor did the armor the woman wore. Banished dwarves didn’t walk in daylight without some serious influence, and the other man’s red arms looked like blood rather than paint. 

[i]Well...looks like I found my Claims.[/i]











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

Summary: Audron, a newly of-age dragon, comes to the Realm of the Dragons for a bit of relaxation, and then sets off on his quest to claim his own space. How will he do it? Find out. 

Tags: M/solo, nudity, accidental exposure, accidental exhibitionism, boner, transformation, dragon, human, orc, D&D, big dick, fantasy, magic, family, silly, series, humor,