[b][u][center]Needs of the Guardian Chapter 1: Substitutions For Engy By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Alice had never expected her little red book to run dry, but then again, she never expected to be turning her prostitute informants over to a dragon, either. The government agent sighed as she put the encrypted phone back in its holder, leaning forward and muttering under her breath as she pressed one hand to her face. Her well-pressed suit jacket felt tighter than usual, and she grumbled under her breath as she adjusted it, sitting up straight again. “Okay. No prostitutes for Izug tonight. That is the problem. How do we solve it?” That was the first step of any obstacle. Name the problem so you know how to get around it. The problem: no prostitutes. The solution: find a willing sex partner that wasn’t a prostitute. She would have laughed if the situation wasn’t somewhere near desperate. The idea of finding someone to go into the Guardian’s bedroom and spread their legs for him was not exactly appealing, particularly considering that she didn’t have the authority to expose him to anyone but the expendable prostitutes that she had been using. Mentally expendable, not physically. Her agency, a sub-division of Homeland Security, didn’t care about making memories disappear, but people were another matter. And besides, the prostitutes didn’t need the higher math and other cognitive functions that went with it. Still, it meant that they could only use each prostitute once before they were sent back. If they had only been acting at being bimbos before, they sure weren’t now. Alice sighed, pushing herself back from the table, pacing around it as she thought it through. [i]I can’t tap anyone on the street, or call any friends,[/i] she thought, eliminating the potential options out of this hole one by one. [i]I can’t call up the ladder for outside help, or the boss will fire me for screwing up. I can’t call down for help, because nobody down there is cleared to know that Izug exists…[/i] Which brought her back to the solution again. She turned it over in her head, thinking it through. Was her solution flawed? No. The problem was. “The problem isn’t that there are no prostitutes. The problem is that there are no expendables waiting to be used.” Which meant that they needed a non-expendable. Which meant that they needed someone that both knew about the dragon and who was willing to sleep with him. Which meant that she needed to be willing to sleep with him. Alice stopped in her tracks. As ever, when she hit the real solution, it felt right. Or rather, it clicked into place, and in this case, it clicked into place around her leg like a bear trap. [i]…I’m going to have to sleep with him, aren’t I?[/i] Alice slapped a hand against her forehead. [i]Goddammit.[/i] There was no point in trying to wheedle her way out of it. She knew what it meant when she finally stumbled over the answer, knew what it felt like when she had figured it out. Just because she didn’t like the answer didn’t mean that she could waste time trying to find one that she liked better. The agent looked at the mirror next to her, the full-length mirror on the hotel room wall reflecting her image back in a way that almost said ‘Remember this.’ She stared at herself, shaking her head. Red hair was pulled back over her scalp, tight enough to bare part of the skin beneath as it went back into a tightly-tied braid over the back of her neck. Her features were sharp as her mind, with a somewhat pointed nose and cheekbones that her family joked should get caught on something every time she turned around. Her lips were tight and small, probably from all the annoyed glares she kept giving people when she had to stop and explain the obvious. She was, admittedly, a little sick of doing that. The black and white suit of her agency was tight to her body, showing off small hips and a modest bust through it. A gun hung from her hips, though holstered tightly, and she had a badge at her chest that labeled her as part of Homeland Security. The real badge was tucked inside, only taken out when there was either an emergency requiring immediate identification or among other members of the same clearance level. [i]Why do I get the feeling that this is the last time I’m going to see that face in the mirror?[/i] Probably because she was thinking about the bimbo-fication effects of the memory erasing devices her agency used. If this went back, they could easily punish her by stripping her of her job anyway, and that fierce mouth and glaring gaze would fade away for the more thoughtless giggly brain of a bimbo. As she walked out the door of the hotel room, she knew that wasn’t the right answer. It didn’t click in the same way, and she tried not to think about how much that worried her. # The SSHA had bought out the entire top floor of the hotel, having the staff put up notifications that the top level was undergoing a series of renovations and standard maintenance for the next year. It was the usual set of excuses, really. Make sure that nobody went up there, make sure that nobody tried to book the top levels of the hotel, and the building itself would be compensated. It was the usual way of shuffling Guardians around the city that they were assigned to. Hop them from hotel to hotel, make it look like the building was trying to keep itself up to code, and pay off all the staff members with generous bonuses to look the other way. People tended to ask why the hotels never actually looked like they’d been renovated, but nobody looked very deeply into the topic. Alice forced herself to take a few deep breaths as she walked along, telling herself that this was going to be a one-time thing. Starting tomorrow morning, she’d hit the streets and start looking for more resources to bring to bear against this problem. [i]And as long as you satisfy him tonight, there’s not going to be a problem.[/i] Because that was the issue. If she didn’t satisfy the dragon, if she couldn’t keep the Guardian happy with his role, that would be what got her fired. Not the breach of personnel relations, but the fact that she screwed up this essential part of managing a very important asset. [i]And considering the fact that he’s refused half of the streetwalkers that we send up…[/i] She knew her limits. She knew her appeal. And she doubted that she would be enough to keep him interested. There’d been no clear pattern to the prostitutes that he accepted and those that he turned away. He took males and females. He used the pretty ones and the ugly ones. But there was something that he saw to some of them that just left them incompatible for some reason, and they had to shuffle them off and drain their brains just as much as they did the ones that were acceptable. And now, she was going to be trying to get his attention in a way that she hadn’t tried to do for anyone for the last few years, and she had to hope that she had that indeterminate quality that he wanted. Well, that sounded like fun… Alice finally reached the door adjacent to the penthouse, and knocked. There was a sound of movement on the other side, and she crossed her arms behind her back to wait. The door opened, and a green dragon that loomed a foot or so over here stuck his head out. “Alice,” he muttered. “Izug. May I come in?” He nodded, stepping to the side and giving her space. She walked in, the door closed behind her, and she braced herself for the smell that saturated the area. Dragons, it turned out, exuded a great deal of pheromones. Most agents never encountered that for more than a few minutes at a time, but it was powerful enough that it stuck to just about everything that the dragons came in contact with. It could be washed off, but it took effort, elbow grease, and a great deal of chemicals to make it happen. Even then, there were reports of strange behavior from the hotels where the dragons had stayed, when guests arrived and took the room that the dragon had been in just a few days before. Alice had been trying to get her hands on those records for a while, but they tended to be sealed, out of reach for someone of her position. She hoped that she would someday have a chance to see what the hell happened, if only for her own curiosity. The musk was strong, though, strong enough to make her feel like she’d just walked into the male half of a locker room and been doused in used jockstraps. Not so horrible a smell as that, but certainly as raunchy and sex-oriented. “Could you open a window?” she asked, fanning the air. “Um, no, actually,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s kind of against the rules, at least, from what some of the other agents were telling me.” Probably to keep anything that might indicate someone other than a human was living her from sliding out. Dragons had a different sort of vocal register, going deeper down than most humans were capable of without being some kind of Russian Bass, and from what the tech guys told her, there was a chemical component to their pheromones that could be picked up by some of the conspiracy theorists. She understood the reasoning, but it still annoyed her. Shaking her head, she sat down on one of the couches, gesturing for Izug to do the same. He did, after a few seconds, the dragon sitting with his legs together and his dick behind his thighs for once. [i]At least I didn’t come in while he was jerking off to one of those magazines.[/i] That had been rather mortifying the first time that she’d seen that. Dragons as a general rule seemed to prefer physical media over the digital, and SSHA spent a small fortune making sure that the Guardians were well-supplied. For all their power in the field, there were times that she swore that they were little better than teenagers, thinking with their balls all the time and never able to stop without something to distract them. “Why’re you here?” Izug asked. “I thought my next, uh, performance evaluation wasn’t for another week.” “That’s not why I’m here…though I suppose I’m here to evaluate a different sort of performance. Unofficially.” “What are you talking about?” “Frankly? We’re out of whores.” “…What?” The dragon blinked at her, his green scales drawing a bit tight in the face. Not too surprising, there. Whores were more than a bribe for the Guardians. Every fleshy ‘reward’ that was sent up to a dragon’s room was sent to make sure that they were kept in a more agreeable frame of mind. Without the regular release that came from proper sex rather than masturbation, there was a serious risk of a dragon going feral. The whole jerking off thing could keep it at bay for up to two week, but past that, it was very likely that a dragon could completely lose his mind and start going on a rampage through a city. And considering that they were powerful in both magic and muscle, that was the last thing that SSHA needed to deal with. Before Izug could panic, Alice continued. “That said, there are alternatives.” “I’ve been jerking off for the last three days. I don’t know where my limit is, but it’s not that far away. I’m starting to –” “I wasn’t talking about that.” She was surprised that she felt so calm about it, though she imagined that it was because she had already figured out what she needed to do. There was something almost fatalistic about logic. Once you determined the proper course of action, when you realized what the only real option was, it was easier to go through with it. You didn’t think about whether you were doing the right or wrong thing, the easy or hard thing. You were just doing the thing. Reaching down, she undid the laces of her shoes, and then kicked them off. As she dragged her socks off, curling her toes a few times, she looked back up at him. “I’m going to be offering myself for the night.” “No. No, I don’t – I seriously don’t think that’s a good idea.” “Izug.” Her hands had already moved to the buttons of her suit jacket, pulling it off before laying it over the back of her chair. Her voice was still calm, too, even though she was slightly panicky and anxious in the back of her brain. “Under the statutes set down by my agency, I am empowered to do whatever it takes to ensure the stability and peace of mind of the assets assigned to me. You are the asset assigned to me, and I am currently out of alternatives beside myself. “I am not allowed to risk you going feral, and you, as a Guardian, are not allowed to disregard an order from an agent of the SSHA if you want to maintain your status as a free Guardian rather than a locked-up danger to society. Now, I don’t know if you can see where I’m going with this, but…” She stood up, tossing her shirt over the back of the chair as well. She was down to her pants, her underwear, and her bra, and she was feeling a bit more self-conscious now. Her nipples were…hard, for some reason, despite the lack of cold air. [i]Am I actually…[/i] She wondered if there was something to the pheromones in the air. Were they having more of an effect than she realized, or was there something else going on? In either case, she was happy for anything that would ease her way forward here. The dragon’s eyes were all over her, running up and down her body. She wasn’t sure why, considering it wasn’t anything special. Little more than a pale stick, in many cases, even with the modest curves at her chest. She pulled at her pants, shucking them off and leaving her in just her bra and panties. “So…you have me for the night. I don’t know what you tend to do to your whores, but I imagine that I’m going to get a crash course.” “Uh, please, um, never say that again,” Izug said. “That, uh, that happened. Once. By accident. Promise it was by accident.” “…You mean you –” “Yeah. Very, um, bloody crater.” That explained file 56, she supposed. Shaking her head, she walked up to the dragon and pulled him to his feet. His cock slipped out from between his legs, and she was surprised to see that it was already half-hard. That was better than she expected, admittedly, but she was more surprised at just how big it was. Though it was shaped like a human’s cock, it was definitely bigger than anything she had seen outside of porn. No wonder dragons tended to prefer the bigger magazines, though. Those were the only shoots that actually showed anything like what was pointing right at her. [i]I am going to be really thankful for my sick days, I think,[/i] she thought as she looked at the hefty ten-incher, guessing that it was probably going to get even bigger before she was done playing with it tonight. [i]If I can walk straight after this, I will be amazed.[/i] She could already tell that oral, aside from basic tongue-play, was going to be right out. The head of the shaft was thicker than she could fit in her mouth, definitely thicker than she would be ale to play with without biting down on it somehow. She grabbed it at the base, feeling it and measuring it with her fingers. [i]Three inches across right now. Probably going to be nearer to four by the time that he’s actually fully hard. Jesus Christ…[/i] He at least had the decency to blush as she gave him a couple of strokes. He looked away from her as he hardened further, hitting the foot-long mark and then passing right by it. [i]Yep. Definitely gonna be happy for the sick days.[/i] “Bedroom.” He jumped, hurrying out of the main room of the suite to the other one. She shook her head, pinching her nose with two fingers. Terror in the field, absolutely terrified in the bedroom. She imagined that there was something to be learned there, but the scent in the air was making it more than a little difficult to sort herself out. It was like a hot, thick, crotch smell that was just pressed to everything. Every time that she so much as opened her mouth, she swore she could taste it, like she was already giving oral to the guy right at that moment. The air [i]tasted[/i] like dick, and it was on everything she could smell. And it was… She paused, reaching down and touching her crotch. When she felt the wetness down there, she groaned under her breath. [i]Yep, definitely affecting me…[/i] Though Alice had never actually conducted an ‘exit interview’ with the prostitutes that actually did sleep with the dragon, she had noticed that they had come out of the bedroom with their eyes glazed over and their bodies soaked with more than just sweat. Perhaps the musk did something to the mind and body to make it as eager as possible? Or was she just trying to fetishize what was coming up to make it as easy as possible for her? There were too many variables for her to figure it out right now, and she needed to get the job done. She could figure out the particulars afterward. She slid her panties down her legs and pulled her bra off before following the dragon into his bedroom. If the reek of sex in the main room was bad, the powerful smell was even worse when she stepped through the door to the sleeping chamber. “Ooof…do you do [i]anything[/i] besides jerk off and fuck people in here?” “I, um, have very active dreams.” “Apparently.” At least the cleaning service was still top notch. The air might have been saturated with the dragon musk, but the blankets were clean and the carpet was fresh. There were no sudden squelches underfoot or anything like that. The naked woman hesitated at the edge of the bed, looking down at the green monster in front of her. He was huge, not just between his legs but in general. Thick arm and leg muscles, a shelf of it in his chest, and his stomach was just a pile of ab muscles, looking like they were hard enough to bounce a roll of quarters back at her. And that cock… [i]Good god, am I just crazy here?[/i] she wondered as she got on the bed, lifting her hand and wrapping it around the head of his cock. [i]If I can’t get that in my mouth, how the hell am I going to get it between my legs?[/i] Lube. Lots and lots of lube. And considering that they didn’t really supply that – an oversight, now that she thought about it – either the dragon produced enough pre-cum to keep the prostitutes happy… Or there was something else to the pheromones. [i]Well…I suppose there’s no better time to find out except right from the source.[/i] As Izug looked up at her, his cheeks obviously burning, the agent leaned in and pressed her nose right under the tip of his shaft. A little pre had run by already, and she took a deep sniff. “Mmmph!” Alice gasped as she pulled back, her head swimming like she’d just gone on an all-night bender with some of her friends from college. That one sniff had left her more ‘drunk’ and dizzy than a full bottle of tequila, and that was saying something. “You, uh, might want to lie down,” Izug said belatedly. As annoyed as she was at the late warning, there was definitely some sense in it. She had to flop down, rather than lie down. There was not nearly enough control of her body there, and her head was still swimming as she rested it against a pillow. She groaned, rubbing her head. “What…what the hell…is that?” “Dragon pheromones. They’re, uh, very strong.” “No shit…” It was like getting high and getting drunk at the same time, her body feeling wobbly and weak as she tried to pull herself together. One thing was for sure, though. She felt much more relaxed. Hell, she swore that she could feel certain parts of her body relaxing more than the rest, almost like her pussy and ass were starting to open up in preparation for fucking. [i]How the hell does that even work?[/i] she wondered. Izug tapped his claws together, almost like he was hesitating to take control, but he eventually rolled on top of her. She ‘oofed’ softly as he straddled her chest, laying his cock between her breasts. It was big enough – and fat enough – that it pushed her tits apart, his tip resting right on her lips. Another breath nearly left her unconscious, her head rolling back and her eyes glazing over from the sheer, powerful smell that was filling her brain. Another breath, and she was basically drugged with it, her pussy getting wetter, her clit actually standing out a lot more. She giggled a little bit, looking up at him. “Are you gonna…gonna just poke me…with that…or you gonna…really poke me with it?” “You’re sure?” “It’s what I’m here for…no whores for you tonight…just me…Hope it’s good enough.” “You, um…I’m kinda surprised…you’re still conscious.” “Hey, I’m an agent. I know what I’m doing…I think…” She was increasingly unconvinced of that, though that was mostly because she wasn’t convinced of anything with this stuff running through her head. What she was supposed to do while she was high, she didn’t know, but hey. At least she was feeling better about being fucked by that monster. It was tricky to move, but she managed to wiggle her legs apart. The cool air on her pussy felt good, particularly as she swore that it was heating up. She smiled, patting his cock as she felt more and more relaxed. Sure, it was going to stretch the hell out of her, and sure, she would be doing something that no human woman was really [i]meant[/i] to be able to do without a copious amount of stretching, drugs, and alcohol, but she was pretty sure that she could do it. The pheromones were the ones to blame for that, obviously, but she was past the point of caring. It was even more of a trick for her to pull her legs up, dragging them towards her head. She didn’t remember being that flexible, even when she was fresh out of high school, but hey, there wasn’t really time to question it as Izug slipped back off her chest. “So, how does…heh…how does my pussy look compared to all the other ones?” “Uh…tight…” “Well, I haven’t had…had much in the way of…company for a while…” “Are you…” “Hey, you’re the one…that got me all hopped up…on your smell,” she groaned. “Don’t you…hold back now…” Oh, she was well and truly gone. The part of her that was still thinking through the whole mess was aware of how much she was putting on the line, but there was no stopping it now. The scent had seeped through her, making her more and more sensitive, more and more eager for what would come next. Hell, if he actually told her to leave, she’d throw her noodly body at him and make him fuck her. Or…well, she’d try. Thankfully, she didn’t have to. Izug crawled between her legs, laying over her and pressing that fat cock against her pussy. It felt almost like a two-liter soda bottle trying to push into her, and she groaned under her breath. [i]He’s done this to dozens of people by now. There’s nothing that you need to worry about. If he can make that little woman take it, you can –[/i] “HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLY FUCK!” She shouted at the top of her lungs as the head popped past her pussy lips, her eyes going wide and her nails digging into her ankles. Her breath came in harsh heaves, her body shaking as she…she… She came? Oh god, she’d cum. That intense pressure, that huge spasm that had gone through her…okay, yeah, there’d been pain in that, and more than a little bit of it, but there was something else, too. Something much more enjoyable. “Holy fuck…holy fuck…” “Uh, are you –” “Keep going…just…keep going…holy fu-UUUUUUUUUCK!” It was barely another couple of inches, but that damn thickness was just about impossible. No, it was impossible, which was why her body was breaking and bending to it. Her eyes just about bugged out of her head as she felt it opening her up. [i]These pheromones are goddamn miracle workers,[/i] she thought. That size should have been ripping her body apart, but with the reaction the scent was provoking from her, she was as relaxed as could be, her body not fighting it, not even feeling more than a little bit of pain. All she felt was bliss. All she felt was…was a need for more. Every inch of his monster cock was an orgasm, and by the time that he was fully hilted in her, his cock causing a bulge in her belly, she had reached at least a dozen. Her entire body was shaking, she was lying in a pool of her own juices, and she looked up at him with a shaky, glazed-over grin. “You could be…the most addictive thing…on the streets, you know that?” “You…you’re still…” “You bet I’m conscious…I’m not missing this…Now…” She grabbed him by the neck with her ankles, pulling him in close. “Get…fucking.” “Uh, y-yes, ma’am.” Izug would have been cute if it wasn’t for the fact he was so huge and so nervous. What was so different about her compared to the prostitutes, she wondered? Besides the fact that she was still – Her train of thought wasn’t just derailed by the first thrust. It was blown off the goddamn tracks and sent flying into a nearby Grand Canyon. Alice screamed as he bottomed out in her, her eyes closing tight and her toes curling against the back of his head as he pushed her down, almost bending her in half as he started fucking her in earnest. She didn’t know what he was doing to her, but goddamn, that smell was completely responsible. She made herself remember that, pushing that thought down into the depths of her brain. Dragon pheromones were bad news for anyone trying to keep chaste. In, out. In, out. Each thrust slammed her down into the bed with the force of a wrecking ball through a building, pushing her flexibility to its absolute limits. Eventually, he had to smother her with a pillow to keep her screaming from running up and down the halls, making everyone feel like a banshee was in the house. She would thank him for that later. Her reputation was going to take enough of a hit as it was. He was a force of nature as he slammed into her. He never varied up what he was doing, but he kept hammering her pussy as hard as he could, fucking her, grinding into her, his scales rough against her clit but all the better as a variance from the pleasure that was filling her pussy up to the brim. She couldn’t even speak anymore, her pleasure washing over her with every thrust. She’d lost all feeling for the lower half of her body other than that hole, her juices flowing freely. It was starting to feel like she’d be a raisin after all these orgasms, but she didn’t care. This was the best fucking lay of her life. In and out, in and out, in and out, the bed creaking, sounding like it was on the verge of breaking and collapsing. She growled into the pillow, weakly trying to grab his cock to speed him up with her pussy, but she was so battered, so filled, so relaxed, that there was nothing she could do. All she could do was take it…take that…addicting cock. She wasn’t sure if he’d cum once or twice by the time she passed out, but she knew that she’d hit her limit somewhere around the sixtieth orgasm. She passed out, her body unable to take any more. # When she woke, it was to the sound of silence. Her eyes flicked open, staring at the ceiling of the dragon’s bedroom, and Alice groaned as she dragged herself upright. Her upper body was okay. Her lower body… Well, her pussy was about as wrecked as she expected. It was gaping open, not quite enough for her to slide a fist into, but not far from it. She shook her head, trying to move her legs and failing. She had to grab her ankle, pull her half-numb leg about, and then repeat it with the other to be able to get to the side of the bed. A giant water bottle waited for her on the nightstand, and she started glugging it down with abandon, savoring the relief it gave her. She had the worst case of dry-mouth ever, and she felt like someone had sucked all the water out of her through the space between her legs. [i]Well…at least he likes me,[/i] she thought, feeling his seed still oozing out of her. [i]God, I hope he can’t get me pregnant…there was enough in there to get all of the lower 48 pregnant…[/i] Nobody had bothered to check that out, particularly as the Guardians were usually given condoms before being given their whores. And when they weren’t, it was when they were fucking men. Alice finished her water bottle, took a deep breath, and then tried to stand up. When that didn’t work – and she fell right back into the sex puddle on the bed – she sighed and started rubbing her legs, working to restore some circulation. [i]Well, one thing’s for sure…I won’t need whores anymore.[/i] Not when it felt that good to fuck a dragon. Hell, she wasn’t sure that she could ever go back to humans again, after that. [i]Never back to humans…[/i] Now why did that thought sound like it was someone else whispering it in her head? [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]