[b][u][center]Bringing a Harem to the Harem Part 1 For Engy By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] “Applying for a harem…Have I lost my mind?” Engy had asked himself that question a good thirty times in the last three days, and every time he did, he ended up with the same answer. Yes, but with good reason. The round-bottomed dragon groaned as he looked out the window of his hotel room, not even wanting to think about the cash outflow that he’d put into this trip. Sure, the hotel room itself was being paid for by the guy he was applying to, but the trans-dimensional hopping, combined with the air fare that he’d paid to get here when he teleported to the wrong place – No, it wasn’t a good time to be thinking about that. For now, he needed to be thinking clearly about what he did next. The yellow dragon pulled his claws out of the hem of his blue robe, took a deep breath, and then let it out. A sudden jerk of a hiccup inside left him belching a hint of fire, and he covered his mouth. [i]Fuck, you haven’t done that since you were a hatchling. For the love of god, pull it together.[/i] He had to take another three minutes to stop his heart from pounding against his chest, but it did eventually work. He was calmer, more focused, and he didn’t feel like he was going to throw up if he moved from the bed. Engy stood up, walking over to the window to look out at the city again. He had no idea what the city’s name was. It was mostly known as the City of the Dragon, as far as he understood. Maybe that was a working title for it, or maybe the founder just never bothered to give it a name. Regardless, it was…spectacular. The hotel he was staying at was one of the better one in Skyscraper Downs, the center district of the city, and the window he was looking out of was about seventy stories up. He would be plummeting for a very long time if he fell out of the window and didn’t bother extending his wings. That seemed to be the way that things worked in the Downs, though. Looking up and down the street, he could see that most of the buildings were flat-featured along the bottom five to ten stories, only showing window-doors and balconies that could have functioned as fancy ground floor doors after that. They seemed to cater far more to the winged and flying species than they did to anything else. Of course, now and then, a gryphon would carry a walking species to one of those doors, but that seemed like it was akin to having a flying car or a floating ring drop you off at a landing platform. You were someone that had to get help to get there rather than getting there on your own two wings. Engy rather liked it, he had to admit. Being up so high gave him a feeling of security that other inns hadn’t been able to match. He turned his head further to the side, looking towards the center of the district. The further towards the middle you went, the higher the buildings became, almost like a series of waves all coming to a crest in the center of a lake. A very mixed and tortured metaphor, but it was how it felt. And at the very center, reaching over all the other skyscrapers near it, was a building that looked both unnatural and beautiful. Engy stared at it for a while, taking in the way that the skyscraper started broad at the base, pulling in towards the middle like the waist and belly of a waspish woman, and then flared out again at the top. Some architect had managed to design the top of the building to actually flow outwards, looking like the petals of a flower, so that there were five different ‘petals’ of the building that draped out and over the rest of the city. He had no idea how the petals didn’t break off the building and fall down to the streets below, but he imagined that he would find out…if he passed his interview. Engy blushed, suddenly feeling like he was doing something incredibly rude by staring at the home of his possible employer, and whipped his head from the window. He hurried back to the bed and threw himself upon it, burying his face in the sheets. [i]God, am I seriously doing this?[/i] It had come so suddenly. He had been just a regular artificer in an out of the way village, someone not even of this world. After a series of adventures that had fucked over his friends and left him with temporary PTSD (thank you, clerical wonders), he had expected to live the rest of his life essentially alone, giving help where he could, but basically becoming a hermit to avoid any possibility of that happening again. Even now, the yellow dragon remembered his motivations for that, and he carried a portion of them with him. He rolled onto his side, looking at his right arm. From the elbow up, it was the same yellow as the rest of him, the same, mostly-soft scales that he had on all his other limbs. From the elbow down, it was metal. Completely metal, made out of some of the meager treasures that he had managed to bring back from his adventure. It replaced the arm that he’d lost, though it was not nearly enough to make up for everything else that he’d paid during that particular campaign. He felt none of the shivers that once came from those memories. The clerics had done a good job purging the PTSD that he’d been developing from him, and now, they were little more than sad facts. Sad things, not breaking things. That was good. He shook his head, letting his metal arm fall back to the bed as he rolled onto his back, his wings spread out on the bed beneath him as he stared at the ceiling. He’d expected to stay an out of the way artificer for the rest of his life, but one morning, a portal had opened. In his fridge, for that matter, a voice coming from the empty, misty thing, calling him to submit for an interview to a harem. Thinking that he was still inebriated from the night before, he’d slammed the fridge door shut and gone back to bed. The thing was, the voice had followed him, and it followed him everywhere. It talked out of his toolbox, out of his pillow, out of the river that ran by his home. Hell, it talked out of his dick, making his urethra open and close until he finally gave in and listened to it. Long story short, a voyeuristic dragon had been peering through the multi-verse and had decided that Engy was a good fit for the harem that he was building in a far-off world, and the portal was an invitation to submit an application. Fast-forwarding through three months of dithering about it, and Engy was here. Here, waiting for the interview that would take place tomorrow afternoon at that tower. And if he got in… He remembered what the contract had said. In exchange for his service, the yellow dragon would receive a high-level penthouse in the tower for living space, as well as all his meals and general physical needs cared for by his employer. Well, master, according to the contract. He’d also be rewarded with sufficient funds to tend to his own hobbies and access to the full breadth of the city below. [i]And now that I see it…[/i] Engy wanted it more than ever, though he felt less and less suitable the more that he saw. The master of the skyscraper was said to be the master of the city, as well – at least, from what he picked up around the airport, once he’d figured out how everything worked – and knowing that he was going to be submitting himself to someone that had succeeded on this level was more than a little intimidating. If he even could. That was the question, after all. Letting loose a little shiver as he remembered the pictures that his prospective employer had sent him, Engy closed his eyes and tried to imagine himself submitting his body to the other dragon. Being the golden one under the dark one, feeling his ass cheeks being grabbed, rubbed, pulled apart… Well, it was enough to give him an erection, that was for sure, though he blushed a bit as he opened his eyes and saw how hard he was. [i]Well…not like I have much better to do…[/i] The dragon reached down, grabbing himself and set to work relieving the tension that had been building up for the last twenty-four hours. # He hadn’t expected to be jerking off for so long, but, well, more and more fantasies had come along until he was almost hypnotized by them. Engy groaned as he rolled onto his side, his spent cock flopping over his thighs in the process and just oozing down his scales to the bed. [i]Well…at least I won’t be woken up with dirty dreams…[/i] The dragon rolled himself over, forcing himself to his feet to look out the window one more time. The sun had gone down while he was teasing himself, and he was curious how the city looked now. What he could see along the street was surprisingly beautiful. The many windows of the sky-hotels – such as the one he was in – were illuminated in a myriad of colors, almost like the crystals of enchanted items. He could see the silhouettes of bats flying through the air, both the feral sort and their anthro relatives, and more than once, he caught the flash of moonlight off of a badge that they wore. He wondered if they were the policemen of the city, or at least, this part of it. It seemed to be a good guess, at the very least. The streets far below were mostly empty of the vehicles that this world called ‘cars,’ though here and there he saw a shiny shimmer of one that was running by. They were different from the ones in other parts of the world, less box-and-circle shape and more of a fluid oval, more regal, in their way. Stranger were the mechanical approximations of horses and other creatures that marched through the streets. He had assumed that they were another way of getting around, just another mechanized means of travel, until one had talked to him. He wasn’t sure if they were part of the citizens of the city on a job, or if that was a quirk or feature of the machine being used, but either way, it had shocked him. They were more abundant now, it seemed, and they almost moved like they were hunting in the streets. For what, he didn’t know, but he was happy to leave it at that. [i]Nngh…[/i] He was more tired than he thought, wobbling as he fell back towards the bed. He landed on the foot of it with a thump, his ass flattening out beneath him, and he rubbed his head lightly. “Okay…okay, time for sleep…time for a lot of sleep…” He needed to be ready for the interview tomorrow, after all, and he wasn’t going to be ready if he kept teasing himself or studying the city. The dragon groaned, undressing himself to nothing, and then laid himself against the sheets. Softer than the ones back home, they felt like they were pulling him into the bed, and then into sleep. # “Shh, quiet.” “I’m being quiet, you be quiet.” “Stop talking. Hard to hold you up.” “Everyone, shut up!” The voices woke him up before he really understood what was going on, but his adventure’s instincts told him to hold still, to keep quiet, and not to do anything. He didn’t know what was going on, but there were people moving around in his room when there shouldn’t have been any people around. [i]What’s this? Some sort of welcoming party?[/i] His own sarcasm left him a bit shocked, and he almost laughed at himself for thinking something so stupid. Almost. He knew better not to break silence. Engy slowly opened one eye, keeping it to little more than a slit. There were people in his hotel room, more people than there should have been by some stretch. The dragon looked around as much as he dared with one eye, opening it a bit further. Four people, four humans by the sight of them. There was a rope that was out the window, probably one that someone had carried up here, or had climbed down from. Probably climbed down from, as Engy’s room was closer to the top of the building than to the ground floor. Four people, though, all of them rooting through his things, all of them poking and prodding at his suitcases until they opened, pulling out what he had. Thieves. No doubt about it. They were all thieves. Now, normally, he wouldn’t have been that bothered. Engy didn’t have that much to his name, and his potions and his poisons were seldom something that he needed right then and there. The ingredients were common enough, and even now, he was pretty sure that he could make more of whatever they were trying to steal. The principle of it, however, was a different matter. The fact that he was in a foreign place, the fact that he didn’t know how tomorrow would go, the fact that he didn’t know if he would even be able to go back home… All of that added up to a lot of stress, stress that hadn’t been drained away only a few hours ago. The yellow dragon fought down a growl, though, and reached for something under his pillow. It was common knowledge that all artificers had their specific focus. Some of them focused on weapons, some of them focused on gadgets, some of them focused on sex toys. Engy tended to combine his interests with gadgets like his arms…and potions. And he kept his more powerful potions nearby at all times. The little wooden case that held the vials slipped out from under his pillow. He moved slowly, sliding one hand to the catch and pushing it to the side. The lid opened, and he carefully grabbed the vial furthest to the left. The cork on the tip was fitted with a metal button in the middle, and he pushed it in, letting loose a reagent into the potion itself. The glass started heating up, but he waited until it was almost too hot to touch before throwing it across the room. BANG! The glass exploded violently enough to make the four humans fall over. It was mostly harmless – save for a few shards at point of impact – but the noise and the light it made was good enough to shock just about anyone from what they were doing. Engy rolled over the other side of the bed, getting behind cover and pulling randomly at the others. [i]Okay, which one are you?[/i] He started to look down, only to duck as a lamp went flying at his head. [i]Okay, who cares, just throw one![/i] The yellow dragon threw the potion vial like a soldier might have thrown a grenade. It hit one of the thieves and it exploded into red smoke, making the men on the other side start coughing like crazy. Adrenaline was hitting him, and he honestly didn’t know if that would be enough, so…well, he threw all of them. One after another after another, the different vials hitting the far side of the room and exploding. The coughing turned to wheezing, then to gasping, and then… To moaning. [i]…What the fuck?[/i] Engy paused, having four vials left in his case. He shut it slowly, then just as slowly, poked his head over the side of the bed. The clouds of smoke were clearing, and on the other side, he could see the different thieves. They were in various positions, some hunched over, others groaning and clutching at their guts. But they were all moaning, as if they were in pleasure. Hesitantly, he reached out for the other lamp in the room and flicked it on. As soon as the light spilled over them, he blushed. “O-oh…oh…” The yellow dragon looked up, down, side to side, anywhere but at the transforming men on the other side of the room. Scales were creeping along their sides, spreading over their faces, down their arms and legs. Their clothes had already ripped, too, which wasn’t too surprising as they’d started growing, too, getting bigger and thicker in the shoulders, hips…well, spine, too, as they got taller. [i]I thought I left the transformation potions in the other box…[/i] Well, it was too late now. Trying to give multiple potions to someone was generally a bad idea, as the different ingredients could cause different reactions than the potions giving separately. The fact that he had just lobbed a good six potions at his attackers had been rather irresponsible of him, but… Well… They had been stealing from him, hadn’t they? That was worth doing something to make them stop, right? At least, that was how he was trying to see it. He blushed as he walked around the bed, looking down at the one nearest to him. The pale human had started turning red, getting thicker in the shoulders and arms than any of the others. He was on all fours, his back and butt presented to the yellow dragon, but more than that, the shreds of his clothes falling off were getting caught on something…fairly large. Not the tail that was growing out – though that was getting fairly big, too – but the large, red cock that was slowly pushing further and further out from the former human’s crotch. It was big and hefty, and it looked like a weapon that would be more than sufficient to batter down any ass that was placed in front of him. Pulse, pulse went the transforming male’s balls, and Engy’s cheeks burned that much hotter as he realized that they were getting bigger, going from the size of eggs to the size of lemons, and then from lemons to oranges. [i]Oh god, I didn’t mean to do that, but oh god, oh god…[/i] Trying to ignore the twitching down below with his own dick, he looked at the others that were spread out in front of him. They were all different colors. In addition to the red one, there was a yellow one, a blue one, and a purple one, all of them shimmering in different hues. They were all growing muscular, too, though none of them quite as thick in the limbs as the red one. They were also…well, they were also all very endowed, he realized, and as they flopped over on their backs, thrusting their hips in the air like a perverted yoga class, he could see just how endowed they were. [i]Holy…[/i] Engy stared at their developing dicks. Not one of them was shorter than eight inches to start with, but as the different colored scales ran up their shafts, they were only getting bigger. He swore that the one on the far end, the yellow one, was already at a foot long and getting longer. The heads of their dicks were getting shiny, too, starting to spill pre all over the place. Engy flopped down on the foot of his bed, unable to do anything but shake his head in amazement at the sight before him. It was like staring at a fantasy come to life, seeing their cocks grow, seeing them stretch, seeing them become something entirely different. The scales spread along their balls, too, forcing their legs apart with the sheer size down there. The room was filling with the raw scent of sex, something that was displacing his own scent little by little from the earlier fun. His cheeks burned, but he was already getting hard from the show. “Wow…you, uh…you are…big…” They looked at him as one, almost unnaturally quickly, and he worried that he had tweaked something by speaking out loud. He braced himself for an attack, but realized a second later that he needn’t have worried. The four lizardmen got up, their faces slowly twisting and warping, their snouts coming out in incremental stages as they lowered their heads to the ground. “Master,” they said. [i]…Oh crap…[/i] He knew that they were going to be a different sort of creature, knew that the potions would have some effect on their mental processes, but that was a new one. He had hoped that he would be able to avoid something like this, but it looked like he was out of luck. “Uh…I’m not…” “Master? Not master?” “Is master?” “Master not?” “Master Knot?” The chorus of possibilities between them was something that was both amusing and slightly concerning, considering the implications. Were they stupid now? He hoped not. Intelligence loss was one of those conditions that were really hard to reverse by potions, and he honestly worried that he would be convicted of magical crime with that sort of self-defense. The dragon looked around, trying to find a way to get information out of the kneeling lizards. He also tried to keep his eyes off of their dicks, considering they were still growing. Red was at least ten inches long, now, and Yellow was about fifteen. The others fell somewhere in between those lengths. [i]Fucking hell…[/i] The idea that they were all looking at him for some sort of guidance, too, didn’t help him feel any better. He wasn’t a master. He was here specifically because he wasn’t a master. He didn’t want that level of responsibility. While he was trying to figure it out, though, Purple stood up and walked to the window. The lizard poked his head outside. “Master must be out there. Master not here.” “Master Knot is here,” Yellow said. “But Master Knot is Not-Master,” Purple said. “Knot is Not-Master? Is Not-Master Master?” the red one asked. “No!” Purple said. “Ugh. Outside!” The lizards started to get up, and in that moment, Engy knew that if he didn’t do something, they were going to go out on the town. Four very strong, very naked, and looking very horny lizardmen were going to out on the town, and someone would find out what he’d done, and someone would come back to him and blame him for it. Rightly so, and he wouldn’t be able to blame them for blaming him, but he couldn’t have that happen. Not yet. “Wait!” Engy’s shout called them all to a halt, the four lizards turning to stare at him. Purple wobbled a bit, considering his ass was halfway out the window, but he managed to keep himself from falling. [i]Great, you have their attention, but what now?[/i] he wondered. “I, uh, I’m not your master. But I know someone that is a master,” the dragon said. “Take us to master?” Red suggested. “No, take us to Not-Master,” Blue said, towering over the rest. “Not-Master is Not…Master, yes?” Yellow asked, seeming like he still had some trouble with the topic. “Ugh!” Purple groaned. He turned his attention to the only one with significant brains on display, the purple one. Engy rubbed the back of his head, trying not to think with his dick, trying very, very hard not to think with his dick. “Um, there’s things that I can do. I can take you to the master sometime in the next few days. I promise. But for right now, you gotta stay here.” “Why?” Purple asked. “Not-Master. You don’t tell us what to do.” “That’s…true, but I did help make you.” “Making not mastering.” “You know, you could work with me on this.” “Why?” They were intelligent, still. That was something. He wasn’t going to be on trial for taking any brains, so he was relieved about that. Still, he almost wished that they were as dumb as they looked. It would make this a great deal easier at the moment. Engy rubbed the back of his head again, trying to think it through. They needed something to stick around for, something that would keep them busy until he could find a way to handle them. If they ran off, he might never see them again, and considering that he had made them, he felt responsible for what they’d do. That meant that he needed to keep them satisfied… And happy… And eager…to stay with…him… His eyes had dropped to their cocks again without even thinking about it, and the yellow dragon groaned, covering his face with one metal arm and one scaly one. “I can’t believe I’m thinking this…” But it did make sense, much as he didn’t want to admit it. If he offered himself, allowing them to fuck his ass until they were too tired to move, then he would be able to keep them right here. And if he did it right, they might just get addicted enough to stick around. That said, it would mean that he was forming his own harem when he was applying to [i]be[/i] in a harem, but he’d cross that bridge when he came to it. The yellow dragon turned around, walking with a slight sway in his hip as he made his way to the bed. He tried to lean forward as sexily as he could, though it had been a long time since he had offered himself to anyone. That said, he could still feel the weight of his ass, the slight sway that came with it as he tried to get comfortable, and he was pretty sure that he could feel their eyes on it. [i]Better than nothing.[/i] He leaned forward, reaching back to spread one cheek to show off his pucker. Their eyes were on him, he was sure of it. He might have been one of the less appealing dragons as a top, but for a bottom… [i]Fat ass is good for something…[/i] After taking a nervous gulp, he looked over his shoulders. All four of the lizardmen, Red, Blue, Yellow, and Purple, were staring at his ass. Their dicks were up and hard, pointed at him like jousting spears, and he suddenly had the feeling that he imagined that the old feral dragons might have had when they had knights on horseback charging at them with lances from behind. [i]Ooooh, harder please…[/i] The mental image nearly left him doubled over with suppressed laughter, and it [i]did[/i] manage to knock him right off his feet, landing face-down on the bed. While he struggled to get up, though, the lizardmen advanced on him without mercy. Yellow pushed his way to the front, his long but slightly slender fifteen-incher slapping against the dragon’s asshole. “Can I?” “Uh, yeah, yeah. Go right ah-heeeeeeeeeeeeeead!” His shout echoed back at him as the yellow lizardman slammed in without warning. Engy’s eyes just about bugged out of his head, his fingers gripping the sheets tightly as he forced himself to focus on his asshole. He used an ability given by a long-ago potion mishap to force himself to loosen up, going from nearly virgin-tight to almost gaping in the space of a second. He gasped for air as he ground his face against the bed, unable to believe that he’d just been gut-punched from the inside like that. He could [i]feel[/i] the bulge in his stomach that cock was making, and he shivered every time that it ground deeper. The other lizardmen gathered around him, Red aggressively stroking his cock, Blue grumbling about having to wait, and Purple – “There’s another hole.” Purple jumping right in front of his face. Engy hadn’t expected to be put down in his place by four lizardmen for his first night in the City of the Dragon, but at this point, he wasn’t exactly going to complain, either. The fact that he was surrounded by four hot men was enough for him to give in, bite the bullet, and just let himself be used. Or at least, that was the excuse that the yellow dragon was going with as he opened his mouth and sucked Purple right down his throat. Now that his asshole was properly loosened, it didn’t take long for the yellow dragon to get into the spirit of things. He groaned as he was rocked back and forth by the two horny lizardmen, smelling the other two on either side. Their musk was thick and heavy, and it was making his cock throb up almost immediately. The urge to use it dwindled the more he sucked and was fucked, though, until he had nothing but the urge to serve. He moaned, letting himself be used happily, rocking forward and back, forward and back, letting Yellow slap his ass again and again, feeling it ripple and remind him of its sheer size, all while he swallowed down on Purple’s cock. It didn’t take long before his nose was flush with the other male’s crotch scales, getting him to sniff at all the musk that collected there. It was delicious. Groaning, Engy felt the other lizards starting to take more control, and he was more than willing to let them, allowing himself to be rocked from side to side. His hands were pulled up, forcing him to support himself by the cock in his mouth, but he allowed it. He stroked, he sucked, and he was fucked. At some point, Yellow came, and he came hard. The explosion of seed filled a depth that Engy hadn’t entirely realized that he had, but it hardly had a chance to settle before Blue was taking Yellow’s place. Another cock that was huge, thirteen inches long with only a hair’s breadth more width – somewhere in the region of 2 inches wide, rather than the slightly under that that Yellow had – plunged in, stirring up the seed inside of him and spreading it even further through his hole. Engy was sliding further and further into lust, and by the time he passed out from them using him, he was pretty sure he had reached orgasm number 7. # He woke in the morning with the sun beaming through the window, a slight headache from the brightness and a dull, throbbing ache between his legs grabbing his attention almost immediately. “Nnnngh…” Engy rolled his head to the side, wishing he had an ice pack for his balls. He wasn’t sure how many times he had been forced to cum, but it sure as hell felt like a lot. He rolled his head to the other side, seeing that he was lying on top of Red. Blue was between his legs, nose against his balls. Yellow was yawning over his head, dick about to fall on Engy’s face. Purple was nose-deep in the dragon’s alchemical notes, and Engy groaned. “Gimme,” he muttered, holding out his hand for the journal. “Spoilsport. Was learning.” “…If you can understand it, I’ll teach it, but gimme.” The purple lizardman gave him the notebook, and he tucked it away. Sighing, he looked at the ceiling. [i]I really hope that dragon doesn’t need a practical sexual performance for the interview…[/i] [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]