[b][u][center]Needs of the Guardian
Chapter 3: Limitations
For Engy
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
 
 
 
 
 



Time passed. Alice spent more and more of her time in the presence of her assigned Guardian, and the more time she spent with him, the more that her sexual and physical profile began to differ from the baselines shown on her initial medical exams. She knew that Izug was changing her, and she even knew how.

What she didn’t know was why, and that was what kept her coming back. At least, she hoped it was. The fetishes that he was putting into her brain, the needs that he kept filling her with, were starting to make her question that.

Wiping her mouth after he’d run off in the middle of a rimming session, Alice sat back in one of the chairs in his little apartment. Still naked, she ran her fingers down her body, feeling how sweaty she’d gotten from the workout of satisfying the dragon. She used to be ambivalent towards sex, but now…

She looked down at the stain between her legs, at the juices still flowing from her pussy and the trails of it along her legs. She could still taste the half-bitter, half-spicy musk that lingered between Izug’s ass cheeks and which had been smeared across her face. It was one of many markings that he had gotten her to wear, she realized, one of many different scents that seemed to cling to her these days.

And despite everything, despite the fact that she knew that the green-scaled Guardian was out doing his job, hunting down threats to humanity out there, she could feel the irritation and annoyance that came with being denied his cock and balls, denied his musk, denied the feeling of his cock inside of her mouth and ass.

[i]He has changed me,[/i] she thought. [i]Changed me a lot.[/i]

The thing was, she still didn’t know why. She knew that he wanted to keep her around, and good lord, he had done enough to her to make sure that she would never leave. The addiction to dragons that he’d planted in her head after that first session had been enough to insure that would be the case for the rest of her life. The fact that she couldn’t get off with toys or humans meant that she had little choice but to be his whore.

But then he’d done even more. He’d pushed her further and further, doing more and more to her body and mind. Even aside from the elastic shift to her pussy and her ass and her face, he had done something to her skin. It was harder, now, no longer so easily scratched by his claws when they had their fun together. She knew, because he had been gripping her easily hard enough to pierce flesh, but when he pulled away, she had seen his claws had worn down, no longer so sharp as they had been.

And there were other changes, too, changes that she doubted he was entirely aware of.

She looked around the room, her nostrils flaring and taking in the scent of his musk that clung to everything. It still aroused her, but there was something else. It was…she felt almost possessive of this place, like it had become hers as much as it was Izug’s, and it was rather strange. Rather…right, in some part of her mind, and wrong in others.

[i]Intriguing.[/i]

Alice shook her head, getting to her feet. She started to reach for her panties…then stopped herself.

[i]The other agents all know what I’m doing. Is there any real point in covering up anymore?[/i]

She didn’t think so. And besides, it felt…liberating, in its own way, to be completely naked. She left her clothes where they lay, only bothering to pick up her gun belt and put it back on her hips before making her way to the door.

There were eyes on her as soon as she stepped outside, the other agents staring as their jaws dropped. She walked right by them, making her way through the halls to the command center at the far end.

When she opened the door, Ben looked up, then immediately looked down.

“Christ, woman, what the hell are you doing?”

“I’m here to give you my progress report.”

“And you couldn’t have gotten dressed first?”

“As if you don’t know what he’s doing. You can at least look, see what’s happening, what you’ve asked me to do.”

She made sure to keep that in Ben’s head whenever they met up. Every time that he tried to shame her about what she was doing, about how she was sleeping with a dragon, she reminded him that it had been his idea that she test out the limits of the Guardian’s magic. Even if those orders came from on high, he had been the one to push her to keep up with it.

Even if she had been the one to chose the sexual testing, he hadn’t exactly been against it. And she was fine doing it. However, she was not going to let him put her down for her choices. She had made many discoveries that they would never have gotten without her help, and Alice wasn’t going to let him devalue that.

She walked up to his desk, sitting on it. The soft squelch of the dragon cum still inside of her, oozing out on the desk, made Ben lean back, but she’d stopped caring.

“Today’s update. Izug is becoming more possessive of me. He wants to keep me addicted to him.”

“You told me about that the first time. The baselines showed that.”

“Yes, but I’ve been trying to figure out why. I think I finally have a clue.”

“…Go on.”

“He is used to people that break when he uses them. Every time that he’s had a prostitute, they’re unconscious by the time that he’s halfway done. I’m not.”

“What, he thinks that you’re better and he wants to keep a good toy?”

“No, I think it’s something different than that.”

Ben arched an eyebrow, then shook his head.

“You’re good, Alice, but I think that you’re overthinking this one. Izug’s a dragon, but he’s not any different from other men. He just likes having a good fuck toy. No offense, but that’s all you’ve been for the last month.”

She arched an eyebrow.

“Excuse me?”

“Let me remind you, you walked in here completely naked and sat on [i]my[/i] desk. That’s not what a normal person does. He’s turning you into a complete slut.”

“That’s as may be –”

“How many times did he fuck you in the ass today?”

“Three. Do you want to know how many ways he defied the rules of magic that the Guardians told us about?”

“Hmmph. I doubt –”

“Four. More than once per orgasm. Do you want to know what they were?”

“Probably nothing but –”

“I swear, Ben, if you talk down to me again, I’m going to put a bullet through your balls.”

He stared at her, but no more than she metaphorically did at herself. That sort of aggression was new, but…viable. Perhaps she needed to adjust her numbers.

Before her supervisor could respond, she was already continuing.

“One, he’s altered my perception of scent. His pheromones still affect me, but no longer to the degree that they did. This is not situational adaptation, but rather a forced evolution. My brain no longer responds to it, and can function through what he does.

“Two, he’s altered my skin. You can feel it,” she said, holding out her arm. “It’s armored, at the very least. I’d guess that knives are no longer a problem. Medical’s gonna hate it, though.”

“…Good lord…”

“Three, he’s tweaked my brain to think more like him. I didn’t notice it before, but the here…” She shook her head. “If he thinks like this, I’m not surprised that dragons are as obsessive as they are. The numbers of…of everything are just pouring through my skull right now.”

She gestured at his desk. She’d barely taken a glance at it earlier, but the numbers of everything poured right out of her mouth. 16 pens, 4 pencils, 9 – no, 11 manila envelopes of different cases, 2 staplers, 43 paperclips –

“Okay, okay, I get it…Jesus. And number four?”

“I can tell where he is.”

Ben jumped to his feet, grabbing her by the arm – and almost grabbing her breast by mistake – before he pulled his hand back in embarrassment.

“What? What do you mean, you can tell where he is?”

“It’s like I’ve got a GPS up here,” she said, tapping the side of her head. “It’s attached to him. I can…feel him, sense him moving around out there.”

“…Jesus fucking Christ…”

“You see what I mean? He’s changing me. A lot. Giving me abilities and…I don’t know. This is getting a bit scary.”

“Scary? I think we crossed that line already.”

Well, at least he was finally taking her seriously. That was some small improvement. Ben moved out from around his desk, starting to pace around the room.

Alice, on the other hand, continued to sit where she was. She focused on pulling her ass a bit tighter, trying to keep the full flood still inside of her from flowing all over the desk and making it a mess. It was something that she could do for him, at least.

Ben paced back and forth for nearly a minute before looking back at her.

“Do you still want to be part of the operation?”

“Not a lot of choice. He’s left me pretty messed up, and I’m pretty sure that there’s no way to reverse it.”

“Not with any of the other Guardians, at least. They’re not going to be believe it when they find out that Izug’s been doing this.”

Which was half the problem, and the thing that had been driving her up the wall. Izug was one of the newer Guardians, a young dragon to begin with, but there were none of the signs of arrogance that the other Guardians that she’d been around had. He’d been shy, worried, rather nervous about most of the things that he did.

Now that she could think more clearly, she could remember some of the words from his hypnosis sessions, remember how he’d talked to her and what he’d been saying. It wasn’t just getting her attached to his cock and balls, though that had been most of it.

No, it’d been something different. Like he was worried that at any second she’d be waking up, that she’d be pushing him away, that she would be doing something else. Like she’d scared him, somehow, and this was his way of trying to dominate her.

“Do you think he feels threatened by me?” she asked.

Ben snorted.

“I’m serious. What if he feels threatened? I mean, I don’t just lay there for him. You know that from the cameras.”

“Yeah, I…”

The older man paused, blinking slowly. He ran his hand along his chin, very considered in the way that he did.

“Now that’s a thought…”

“What?”

“Ever think that maybe he’s not scared of you, but inspired?”

“…Now that [i]is[/i] a thought…”

“You stand up to him, you don’t break from dragon magic, you act more like you’re taking what you want than he can…”

“What, are you saying I’m acting more like a dragon than he is?”

“I’m not saying you aren’t.”

Alice hadn’t thought about it like that before. The fact was, she hadn’t gone in there wanting to become a dragon’s sex toy, and in a way, she hadn’t.

Oh, she had been modified. She’d been tweaked and changed, and her mind had become something that was utterly focused around Izug and his needs, but the core of her, the inquisitive investigator that wouldn’t stop poking her nose into places where it didn’t belong, was still there. She had every reason to keep nosing around, keep investigating, keep pulling the lid off of things.

And that was something that she doubted that Izug had expected. The green Guardian had probably thought she’d slip into the depths of debauchery in just a few sessions, but instead, she was the one that called the shots once he decided what he wanted for the day.

He might decide the events, but she picked how and when it happened.

If he wanted anal, she decided the pace, was the one that did the work.

If he wanted a blowjob, she was the one that ruled his dick with her mouth.

If he wanted to feel her growling against his balls or his ass, she was the one that pushed it to its limits, held him there, made sure that he remembered just how lucky he was to get her to do something like this.

[i]I might be on the bottom…but I’m still his handler, and still the one in charge.[/i]

Inspiration was the wrong word, though. Ben was close there, but it wasn’t quite at that nicely-fitting solution just yet. It was close, but it wasn’t [i]quite[/i] there.

But it gave her something to work with.

“I’ll need some time to think about this. Thank you, Ben.”

“I’m not sure that I should be thanked anymore. You’re not really human, are you? After everything he’s done.”

“No…but I’m not sure that that’s a bad thing.”

She shook her head, sliding off the desk. She patted him on the arm, thanking him again for the help, and left the office.

As the eyes settled on her again, taking in her body, she made her way back to the apartment. She had a long wait ahead of her, she was sure. Izug was fighting another dragon, one that had gone rogue, and that meant that he’d probably end up in the infirmary after this was all said and done. But when he was done…

She’d be waiting.

#

The agent had bathed while he was away, washing her scent off before sitting on his furniture. She could feel his scent collecting on her skin, but rather than the first few times, when she had been overwhelmed by it and the lingering odor left her horny as could be, this time, she felt more like she was just…examining it.

She almost felt like a chemist as she took the different elements of scent in the air apart and felt for what they could do. There were different strands of pheromones around her, and with the modifications to her mind, she could take them apart and realize what they did.

There were three primary types of pheromones. The most obvious were the arousing strands and strings, a hot and almost spicy set that were threaded through everything that Izug touched. It was the most obvious and plentiful of the pheromones, and she imagined that that was the first ‘wave’ of offense released, a means of getting an opponent off-guard and more open to the other ones.

The second, more subtle pheromone was an inhibition inhibitor. Almost like getting drunk, like alcohol for the nose, she supposed. It was meant to get into the system, leaving a sort of sweet scent everywhere, making everything seem more appealing, less hard to accept. Combined with the first, it wouldn’t take long for a dragon to get just about anyone to agree to a good fuck.

But it was the third pheromone that left them dangerous. Right there, underneath all the rest, was a bitter sort of scent, something that might have lingered under the tail or underfoot. It had a tang to it that was almost like a blade to the throat, a push, a force to do what the dragon said.

[i]It takes the longest to set in, but it’s the one that leaves all the commands behind.[/i]

The more Alice was aware of the different types of pheromones, the more she realized that they weren’t affecting her. Sure, she had told Ben that the effects were less than they had once been, but this was something different than that. It was like…

Like they’d only affect her if she let them, now. Like her awareness was what made it less powerful.

[i]Is their magic tied into that, I wonder? Like…if I believe it doesn’t work…does that make it so that it works less well?[/i]

It was an interesting idea, and one that she needed to test. And when Izug got back, she planned to do just that.

For now, though…

She let herself want to be horny, and took another breath. The pulse of musk through her body suddenly had her nipples hard again, her pussy starting to squelch as she clenched down on nothing but her own empty, slippery inner walls.

[i]Okay…so…wanting it is a thing…[/i]

She pushed that aside, shaking her head, waiting.

In time, Izug opened the door. He stepped inside, his head down for a moment until she cleared her throat. Then, and only then, did he look up.

“Oh, uh, Alice. I didn’t…you were…I thought you’d be working.”

“I was waiting for you to get back from your assignment. How did it go?”

“Uh, well, well,” he said, nodding his head a few times. “I, uh, handled him. No real problem. Just, uh, a few little injuries.”

He was definitely damaged. Definitely injured. But not so bad that he needed the infirmary. And dragons healed fast. She nodded, standing up.

“Izug.”

“Y-yes?”

“I want you to try something.”

“…”

“I want you to try and change me. Do something different. Give me a random transformation.”

“I – you want me to?”

“I want you to try.”

That was the key. She was holding onto a different belief this time, one that she needed to test out.

[i]Izug cannot change me without me wanting it,[/i] she thought to herself. [i]He cannot take away anything else. He cannot add anything I do not wish him to add.[/i]

She pushed away the want and desire for the pheromones, and felt clear-headed around the dragon for the first time. Alice rested her arms beneath her breasts, feeling the weight of them on her hands.

After a moment’s hesitation, Izug reached out with his magic. She could feel the air stirring around her, a tingle running up and down his spine as he pushed his power against her. The air seemed to stir with the pheromones, almost as if his body was pumping out more of them, pushing her to breathe them in and fall under their effects.

[i]That’s how it works,[/i] she realized. [i]A neutral belief means that the pheromones have a reasonable effect on a person, damping down their inhibitions and upping their fear, and from fear, belief in the dragon in front of them. The more fear, the more belief, and the more belief, the more power that the dragon has.[/i]

It was an ingenious sort of system, and it meant that a dragon could, with relative ease and reliability, use an intense amount of power on anyone with a sense of smell. Whatever had caused that evolutionary advantage would have set the dragons up more or less as an apex predator.

[i]Until they met someone able to think it out and stop them.[/i]

Alice held tight to her own belief, reminding herself again and again that Izug was limited against her, that he couldn’t do anything else to her that she didn’t want, and that right at that moment, she didn’t want anything else. She had invited him to [i]try,[/i] not to succeed.

And so far, it was working.

Yes, she felt the tingles of his power, the same tingles that had come before her skin had mutated, before her brain had changed into this obsessive desire to pick up details (thread counts, cushion pebble numbers, $52.51 in change in between the seat cushions), but this time, they did nothing. She…she was still the same.

Izug stared at her, taking a step back as the tingles finally came to a halt. She stepped forward, shaking her head at him.

“You were trying pretty hard there.”

“How…how did you…”

“I didn’t want you to do anything to me.”

“But…that doesn’t…”

“I also didn’t believe you could do anything to me.”

“What…how…”

[i]He doesn’t know how it works,[/i] she realized. [i]He just uses it. He doesn’t know the limitations. No wonder he’s been doing stuff willy-nilly.[/i]

Shaking her head, Alice reached out and patted him on the arm. He winced, looking down.

It was definitely not inspiration that he felt when she did things like this. He obviously didn’t feel inspired to be better just from watching her, nor did he have any sort of desire to do more than he did.

But neither did he seem threatened. If anything, he looked like…

It clicked. Hard.

[i]He sees me as what he can’t be.[/i]

Click, clack, the answer was caught. Alice shook her head, feeling a rush of sympathy for the dragon in front of her. She almost wanted to reach out and pull him into a hug, but she knew that would only make things worse. She needed to do something else.

The easy, obvious answer, of course, would be to let him use his magic properly again, but that…

She hesitated, shaking her head and turning away from the dragon to get her thoughts in order. After so many transformations, she had to think this through. More importantly, she had to get it [i]right.[/i]

[i]He’s already taken away human skin,[/i] she thought, running her fingers along her arms. [i]I don’t think it’s scaly yet, but it’s definitely not human anymore. If I let him just do what he wants, he could end up turning me into something that couldn’t even pass for human anymore. I could be locked up as much as he is, never allowed to leave, never allowed to even walk down the street again.[/i]

The agency would be quick to take her in, of course, but it would be more along the lines of an experimental subject if she allowed the transformation to go any further. She wouldn’t have the use of a dragon, and she’d be too talented for them to waste on some sort of drudge assignment.

She’d be in and out of the labs for the rest of her life, her body probably used to stress-test what they had for defenses against supernatural creatures, and if she was lucky, she might get some field work, maybe some time with Izug due to being his concubine.

It was a massive risk, and something that she would need to trust the dragon not to take too far if he was allowed to do anything with her body.

That said…

She looked over her shoulder at her charge. The dragon was blushing, his cheeks on fire, and she could see him muttering to himself. He hadn’t done anything with her ears, so she didn’t know what he was saying, but she knew for sure that he wasn’t a happy dragon. He had just had his magic, his power, basically rendered useless by someone that he had been trying to change, trying to drag down to his level for the last few weeks.

And now…

Now, he needed to be given a chance to prove himself.

[i]I have to trust him,[/i] Alice thought. [i]I’m this close to breaking him down. If I don’t give him something to build himself back up with, he’s going to crash and burn. Hard.[/i]

“Goddammit,” she muttered, rubbing a hand against her forehead. “I’m going to regret this…”

“Huh?”

Probably should have kept that in her head, but it was too late to pull it back now. Alice turned around, looking the dragon in the eye.

“I’m going to take a nap. And by that, I mean I’m going to go to your room, I’m going to lie down, and I’m going to just wait and see what you’re going to do. This is going to be your chance to prove what you can really do, Izug…”

[i]And who you really are, for that matter.[/i]

“But –”

“I’m going to lie down. That means that you can fuck me, you can sleep with me, you can use your magic, whatever. But I will be lying there. Helpless. What you do next…is up to you.”

At least, if her theory held true. A lack of belief on her part – which she could only imagine would be considered ‘neutral’ belief in this kind of power structure, while she was asleep – would lower her defenses and allow him to do…well, pretty much whatever he wanted while she had her eyes closed.

Alice didn’t stay there. She didn’t want to hear him mutter or whimper or come up with some sort of excuse. She didn’t want to hear him try and persuade her to stay in the room and have sex the normal way.

No. This was…

This was a test, she supposed. A test to fill in the blanks of his character, a way for her to find out what he really wanted. Was he jealous enough of what she could do better than him? Yes. Was he jealous enough to try and take it away from her, or was he going to use this point to be better?

She didn’t know, and that was what she needed to find out.

The human laid down on the bed, closing her eyes slowly and then letting out a long, slow breath. She reached out for sleep, and it came when she called.

#

When she woke up, she knew that things had changed. The room was different in color, some hues brighter, others dimmer. More importantly, there was a sort of…filter, for lack of a better word, over her vision, like she could see heat sources overlaid on her normal vision.

[i]Well, he decided to make me better than I was. That’s…something?[/i]

But there were more changes. She could feel herself taking up more space than she used to, and she could only think of a couple of possibilities of what that meant. Alice took a deep breath, let it out, and then lifted her arm above her head.

“…You son of a bitch,” she muttered.

Her arm was covered in red scales, thicker than the light dusting of hardened skin she’d had before. Her fingers were thicker than before, too, probably too thick to fit through the fingerguard of her pistol anymore. Shaking her head, she reached her other hand up, taking a few deep breaths to keep the low-level panic from breaking through as she examined herself.

[i]Sharp claws, probably capable of combat knife levels of piercing power,[/i] she thought, examining herself as clinically as possible. [i]Scales resistant…[i] She managed to force the tip of one claw into the palm of the other, but not without a great deal of pressure behind it. [i]But not impervious. Stronger than previously, though.[/i]

Looking down her arm, she could see that her muscles had bulged out, becoming suitable to someone that was in the gym at least every other day, if not daily. The scales continued along her arms, and along her shoulders. She could tell that she didn’t have the wings that Izug did, so she imagined that she was some sort of lizard creature rather than a full dragon.

The first sign that things had gone further than she thought came when she looked down at her chest and saw no sign of her breasts. Her eyes widened, and that low-level panic she’d had a decent grip on? Yeah, it jumped up a few notches, squirming in the mental fist she’d wrapped around it.

[i]Okay. Sit up. See the extent of it.[/i]

One breath, two, three, and she sat up.

Aside from the horns scraping across the headboard of the bed and the pillow that plopped off them – apparently she’d speared it in her sleep – she was at least a foot taller than before, standing six and three-quarters feet tall if she had a guess. But that…

That wasn’t the important thing.

The important thing were her much expanded hips…and the fact that her pussy had been replaced by the fattest dick she’d ever seen. Izug’s included.

“…You…have got…to be kidding me…”

She – for she was going to keep thinking of herself that way, because [i]fuck[/i] changing that part of her identity just because of that down there – reached down and tried to wrap her hand around her cock. It was literally impossible; it was too fat around by some way, and she could tell that it was only getting thicker as she fiddled with it. 

Beneath them were a pair of balls that were probably bigger than she needed, but from everything she’d seen, she was pretty sure that Izug hadn’t exactly done it by accident. Not by intent, perhaps, but not by accident.

The fact that her legs ended in large, masculine scaly feet rather than her own dainty soles reminded her that her days of fashionable footwear were behind her, as were all the clothes that she owned. And so was her freedom, said the panic that was still trying to squirm its way free.

“Izug?”

“…Yeah?” a quiet voice said from outside the bedroom.

“I’m coming out. We’re going to have a talk.”

“Look, I’m sorry, but you said…you said you were going to lay down, and that meant…you said you wanted to see what I could do, or would do, or…”

She was on her feet, getting used to the weight of her backside and her cock and balls. Both were considerable, and both required some work to get the balance right. She felt the jiggle between her legs in a way that she had never felt [i]anything[/i] before, and it was…weird. Particularly with how she had to walk to not crush her balls.

“And I wanted to show…I wanted to…I don’t know what I wanted. I just needed…”

He was still rambling as she stepped out of the bedroom, looking down at the floor. He couldn’t even look up at her. Alice sighed.

“Okay. Correction. [i]I[/i] am going to have a talk, and you…are going to listen.”

 

 

 






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