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








The Realm of the Dragons was a cloudy place filled with music and the sound of chatter. It wasn’t too surprising, either, considering that it was essentially the one place that dragons could socialize with each other without the rest of the world poking their noses in and causing problems for them. There were no minions here, no adventurers looking for loot. Despite the noise, it was surprisingly peaceful. 

Until certain hatchdays occurred, of course. 

“HAAAAAAAAAA HA!”

Audron laughed long and loud as he metaphorically kicked the gates in, shooting through the portal into the Realm that he’d been hearing about since the day he hatched. Now that he was an adult, he was free to enter, and the first thing he did was – 

BONK!

Bang his face into the flank of a giant red dragon that was making its way across the clouded realm. Considering he was in his two-legged form, it made no more difference than a gnat bumping against a house to the big guy, but for him? It made quite a difference. Audron bounced backwards, falling on his ass and rolling more than twenty paces back before finally coming to a stop right beside the portal back to his home mountain. He groaned, rubbing his snout. 

“Owwwwww…”

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

“Ain’t a hatchling anymore…”

Still, despite that being eminently true, he didn’t say it that loud. He might have been a platinum dragon, near the top of the heap for the ‘good’ side of dragons, but that didn’t mean that he was going to run his mouth next to someone that could roast him in two seconds. His scales were resistant to flame, not proof against it. 

Getting up a little more carefully this time, the hatchday-dragon looked around the Realm. All things considered, it was very different from the Material World down below. They were literally riding on clouds, though, so that was expected. The ground was fluffy, bouncy, covered with white that made it a little awkward to walk around, while the sky above was as clear as one could imagine, with nothing but blue and sun stretching as far as the eye could see. 

Not that it really was [i]the[/i] sun. Audron had been taught that much. The Realm of the Dragons was more of a pocket dimension, a magical construct that was very pro-dragon and anti all other species. Any of them that walked through a portal without the proper dragon protections would get wiped out in the time it took to blink. 

Still, it was a cool place, and now that he was of age, he was finally allowed in. Audron stretched his arms overhead, then snapped his fingers. An open robe of platinum coins popped into existence, and he slid his arms into the sleeves before joining the flood of dragons going down the steps to the main congregation area. 

“Hmm, hmm, hmm.”

He couldn’t resist it. He bounced with every step, using the springy cloud ground as a trampoline as he walked with the other adult dragons. Sure, it caught the attention of everyone around him, but did he care? Not really. He was here, finally here, and that was all that mattered to him. 

Reaching the bottom of the cloud steps, he looked around for the other platinum dragons. Considering that the majority of the crowd were more of the chromatic dragons, he was pretty sure that meant ‘evil’ was taking a bit of a beating down on the Material World for now, which in turn meant that the metallic dragons were busier. He paused, looking up and down the dips and hills of the congregation center. There was a bronze dragon over there, and a silver up on that ridge, but where – 

“Audron!”

That was a voice he recognized. He grinned as his uncle flew in from above, blacking out the sun just over him. The massive platinum dragon shimmered, going from his four-legged form to his two-legged one in the blink of an eye before landing beside him. They exchanged a quick snout-bump, and then hugged. 

“I almost forgot it was your hatchday today, young one. How are you? Where’s your mom?”

“Oh, dealing with some goblins down in the bottom of the mountain. They’re on strike again.”

“Oh, piss. She need any help?” Uncle Airin asked. 

“Nah, she’s got it handled. She just wants to make sure that they get back to tunneling before too much longer. Something about a new mithril vein or something.”

“Oh, good find. Come on, let’s get you a drink. First time here, you need something special.”

“Now you’re talking.”

Of all the things that the Material World had, the invention of the bar had to be one of the best. The Realm of the Dragons had stolen that idea as soon as the mortals came up with it, and they’d never looked back. Gone were the days of lakes of mead and ale, of the rain of beer and bitters. No, these days, they drank from cups of crystal and hoses of copper, with two-legged and four-legged dragons alike regularly enjoying the flavors that could only be made in a realm so ethereal as this. 

They sat together on fluffy clouds that tickled his rump, and he wiggled back and forth to get comfortable. Some of it slid under his tail, but that was something that he’d been told would happen. Uncle Airin sat with his tail pulled forward, blocking the cloud, but he knew that Uncle Raithir would have sat down much harder. That old tail raiser would take any chance to get something back there, heh. 

They were served by a glowing ball of light, which ran off to get a pair of crystal cups as soon as they sat down. It returned with them filled to the brim with something as dark as midnight and glittering like it had been filled with stars. Audron looked at his uncle, cocking his head to the side. 

“What’s this?”

“Star-Mead.”

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

“Heh, I didn’t make the name, young one. Now, come on. Enjoy yourself.”

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

Plink. 

“Hey!”

He swatted at his uncle’s claws, but the older dragon had already taken the platinum coin and passed it to the bartender. In the space of a second, it disappeared. He glared at his uncle. 

“What happened to getting a drink?”

“We are getting a drink. Just not on my coin.”

“Ass.”

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

Grumbling, Audron deliberately pushed himself down. The feeling of the cloud against his bare butt didn’t bother him, particularly the warm wetness that the cloud actually had where it slipped between the cheeks and pressed just under his balls. So what? He was an adult now. He could enjoy himself the way he wanted. 

Still, at least the coin plucked had been one of those on the hem of the robe. He’d been planning on replacing those coins soon anyway, considering that they were fraying. He’d just have to do that sooner than later. 

A sip of the Star-Mead proved to be a nice distraction, too. It had a honey-taste that was mixed with something shimmery, almost like little crunchy bits of salt and citrus spread through it. It wasn’t quite that, since it was more magical than anything else, but it was still a tasty thing. No buzz, either. 

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

“Yeah, but they’re mortals. We’re dragons. It takes more than alcohol to get us drunk.”

“Oh. Huh.”

“What, you wanted to get falling down drunk on your hatchday?”

“Well…not so much wanted, but isn’t it expected? I mean, I studied how it happens and everything.”

“Book-Wyrm.”

“And proud of it.” 

He shook his head, finishing off the Star-Mead and turning the cup upside-down to show that he didn’t want more. The remaining black liquid flowed out, temporarily staining the bar-cloud into a stormcloud. Miniature sparks darted between it and the nearby puffs, and he smiled. 

With his uncle so busy sipping at his own drink, Audron had an idea. He leaned his head on one hand, hiding what he was doing with his other claws. Spiraling his finger through some of the little sparks coming from the bar, he wound them up into a little ball of electricity. Turning it tighter and tighter until he had a nice yellow ball of lightning, he flicked it down to the base of his uncle’s stool. 

The results were as expected as they were dramatic. The other platinum dragon shot off the stool like a rocket, flying more than a dozen feet in the air before coming back down with a thump. His rump scales were reddened from the sudden blast, which had been enhanced by all the moisture in the stool itself. Audron laughed as his uncle did a little dance, slapping his ass to get rid of the residual sparks. 

Eventually, Airin shook his head, looking back at him. His uncle tried to look annoyed, but all he could do was grin. 

“Okay, okay. I deserved that one. Truce?”

“You got it, uncle.”

“Great.”

The pair of them sat down again, and the glow-ball brought them a couple of snacks. Spark-Rocks for his uncle, Fire-Pebbles for him. He nibbled at the spicy chunks, feeling the peppery fire already slipping between his fangs. If the inside of the mouth could sweat, his probably would have started at that point. 

“So, when are you heading down to the Material World?” his uncle asked. 

“Oh, right, that.”

“Oh, don’t pull that. My sister’s been telling me you’ve been begging to leave the mountain for decades.”

“Heh…is it that obvious?”

“Every dragon that comes of age is like that. You all want to hit the ground running and look for your first minions, your first mountain, everything.” Airin chuckled. “So, you got your group picked out?”

“…Group?”

“Yeah, your group. Every dragon starts with at least a few friends when they head down.”

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

“Gonna make it a lot harder, nephew.”

“Since when did something getting harder bother me?”

“Oh, I don’t know. The first time that you tried to get with a dragoness?”

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

“You’re shouting.”

“So what?” he asked, turning on the stool. “So what if other dragons – oh.”

No fewer than two dozen dragons were staring at him with arched eyebrows, amusement, and more. They looked down at his crotch, and then back at his face, and he slowly turned to face the bar again. His platinum scales were slightly scored with pink along his snout. His uncle chuckled. 

“Something the matter?”

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

“Fair enough.” Crunch, crunch went a few more Spark-Rocks. “So, you’re going it alone, then?”

“Yeah. That’s the plan.”

“Well, that’s gonna take a while. Usually it’s three or four of you, but, hey. I guess you got a plan.”

“Of course.”

“Where you starting?”

Audron smiled, glad for the chance to flex his muscles a bit. He cracked his knuckles, then tapped the bar. The clouds faded, and as they did, a spread-out map of the Material World appeared. 

“Show-off,” Airin muttered with a chuckle. 

“Hey, you got it, flaunt it.”

He’d always been good with the magical side of things. Not always good with the fighting, not always good with the sneaking, but magic? That was his pride and joy, and he had consumed every lesson that he could find on the subject. After all, not every dragon could just turn the clouds to maps. 

The world was a big place, but it was divided into five fairly distinct regions, six if you counted the massive ocean in the south-west to be its own country, which some did with all the different species that lived there. But for the most part, it went clockwise from the north through Dwarf-Land, Orc-Land, Elf-Land, then the ocean, and Human-Land in the west. In the very middle, of course, there was the giant city state where they all came together, but that was hardly where he was going to start. 

He tapped a small town on the border between the city state and the orc lands to the east. The construct zoomed in, becoming a map of the village itself, showing off every house, every church – there were five of them, [i]five[/i] in one village, unbelievable – and every Guild-house in excruciating detail. He tapped on another building, a church to an elf-god that looked like it had been put there out of obligation rather than anything else. 

“I’ll start here. See what I can find out.”

“You’re starting with the greenskins, and you’re going after the elves, instead? Why not just got to the elves?”

“One, it’s a church to an elf-god. That doesn’t mean it’s just elves there. Two, it’s orc land, which means that nobody’s gonna care what happens to anyone in the church. Three…it’s got trees.”

“Ah. Landing pads.”

“I don’t [i]think[/i] I’m going to miss, but never hurts to have some cushions close by.”

Portaling anywhere but the different home mountains was always a little chancy. After all, that sort of magic was basically ripping a hole in the world and then taking a leap of faith. If you didn’t have it just right, you were going to miss your target anywhere from a couple dozen feet to a few dozen miles. That was before you got the whole velocity thing down. Unless it was a stable portal, you were getting flung out of that thing at high speed, and you could end up flying real fast if you weren’t careful. 

Thus, the trees. They’d catch him if he missed, and they looked relatively soft. Relatively. Softer than the ground, at any rate. 

Airin nodded, pushing his plate away. He tried to sneak one of the Fire-Pebbles, but Audron caught him by the wrist, shaking his head. 

“Uh-uh.”

“Come on. Just one.”

“Get your own. My spicies!”

“Heh, fair enough, young one. Oh, what’s that?”

He turned, only to hear one of the pebbles go crunch. Audron slapped his forehead. 

“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, face disappearing into the clouds as he started breathing in, hard. The bar started shrinking, the clouds being sucked down as raw moisture into the other dragon’s mouth. He shook his head. Well, his uncle deserved something like that after trying to steal his food. 

Shifting his position on the stool, he looked back at the map. For all that he was ready to go down and start making his place in the world, he still didn’t know just what he wanted to start with. He knew where, just not…what. 

Or, well, who. Now that he was of age, he needed to find and claim a home of his own. Some dragons would have gone for caves here and there, started with something small and worked their way up. Not him. He had his eyes on a mountain between Elf-Land and the sea, and he planned on making that one all his. 

Of course, to get that mountain, he needed more than just a bit of magic. He needed minions. So did every dragon, of course, but young dragons needed to grab them quickly if they wanted to get anything worthwhile. The tradition was to go out in the world, start setting up little traps and tricks and stuff to tempt the mortals into service. The chromatic dragons often did full raids on cities to draw adventurers out for that sort of thing, pulling them through dungeons and making them transform as fast as possible to get what they wanted. The metallic dragons, on the other hand, tended to lay temptations, half-cursed gear, and more toys out in the open for mortals to take, and see the changes happen more gradually. 

For what he wanted, Audron was going to have to strike a middle ground. He’d need to figure out what mortals he wanted, and then he was going to have to focus on them, push them until they were transformed. Not too fast, because that would give him weak little kobolds that would be useless as minion lieutenants, or even as standard minions, but not so fast, either, or they’d take too long to reach their useful point. 

He didn’t need super-men, but he did need something that would be able to fight and hold whatever he sent them after. Hopefully at a crossroads town like this, he would be able to find what he needed. 

When his uncle finally pulled his head back from the cloud, gasping and panting, Audron got to his feet. He wiggled his toes in the cloud, looked at the map one more time, and then set to drawing a spell circle. 

“Ah…ah…Wow. I forgot how hot those were. You must have a mouth of stone, young – where are you going?”

“Down to the world,” Audron said. 

“Already? We barely got you here.”

“Well, you reminded me of what I needed to do, didn’t you? Why should I waste time?”

“I…you know, I suppose that’s a good point. Just check in with me and your mother from time to time, alright? And if it gets a little too hard, well, there’s no harm in shooting for something less ambitious.”

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

He finished the circle, looking down on the town of – oh, what was its name? He glanced back at the map, pointing at it. Ting. ‘Lork-Lund’ appeared as the name of the town in bright gold letters. Nodding to himself, he sat on the edge of the portal circle, wiggling his hips back and forth. 

“You have a disguise ready?” Airin asked. 

“Disguise? Oh, uh, of course.”

“Alright. Good luck, nephew.”

“Heh, I don’t need luck.”

He pushed himself off the edge of the portal and fell. 

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CRASH!

On the plus side, the fall was right on target. On the minus side, it was at full speed. The wooden walls of the elf-god chapel had not been built to keep something falling at that speed from crashing through, and the impact all but caved in the eastern wall of the temple, and nearly took down the statue of the god on the top of the building in the process. 

As for Audron, he groaned as he dragged himself out of the rubble that he’d dragged with him from the wall, shaking his head as he got to his feet. The temple had been empty, thankfully, but…well, now it was a bit emptier. The pews had been ripped to shreds, the branches of the tree-wall – oh, it was a woven wall instead of a plank one, that would be expensive – were all in splinters around him, and there was a giant hole in the floor where he’d first hit and bounced. His back was slightly bruised, and so was his side, considering he’d hit there. 

“Ugh…ow…ow…ow…”

Okay, well, at least he was in the mortal world now. That was a start. He pulled his robe of platinum coins off, shaking it out of the Material World before snapping his fingers again. Black robe? No, white. No, no, not white. Green. Green would work as a good disguise here, more like nature than good or evil. Best to see what the local climate was before going down either of those moral roads. 

As he slid himself into the robe, he worked a little more magic on himself. Shapeshifting was a talent of all dragons, but the better that one was at magic, the better that their shapeshifting skills tended to be. In this case, he was very, very good. 

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

Audron pressed his clawed fingers to his snout, gently pushing on his lips and nose. The tingle of magic helped ease the pressure that built up in his sinuses as he slowly pushed his snout into his head, but it didn’t completely get rid of it. He gritted his teeth as he felt the slow compaction that came with it, the way that his teeth had to shrink, the way that his fangs became smooth rather than pointed. His nostrils had to come forward a little as his lips pulled back, and as he pinched his nose into the right shape for a human, he groaned as some of the stronger smells faded, leaving him with a weaker sense of smell. 

[i]Ugh…this is…really annoying.[/i]

As his face took the right appearance for a human, including his eyes coming forward properly and shrinking a bit, he ran his fingers up and down his arms. His scales shed instantly, coming loose like coins from a purse. The platinum scales disappeared as they fell from his arms, and he gritted his teeth again as he pushed his claws against each other. As they shrank into his fingers, he felt like he was making them stiffer, less flexible, and he hated that feeling. Every change felt like a diminishment. 

He lost the thickness of his muscles in his chest, and along his arms. He could have kept some hair there, but he knew that it would be better to be smooth, uncovered. That was the young look, and while people listened to the old graybeards better, the old men never really got the chance for the sort of fun that he wanted. So, younger it was. 

As Audron grabbed his tail by the tip, slowly feeding the whole thing into the base of his spine, he was aware of shouting outside the temple. Probably a big reaction to his entrance, all things considered. 

[i]Probably should take care of that,[/i] he thought, trying to remember what happened when humans or other people got something damaged. [i]They pay…coin? Yeah, that’s right. Pay damages.[/i]

While Audron didn’t have a hoard himself, he had an allowance that he could draw from his mother’s hoard, and that was a pretty vast sum of money. Something along the lines of six hundred platinum per month or something like that. 

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

He had just finished feeding his tail into his spine, and was just starting on taking his dick from dragon length to human length 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 balls that were just slightly less than that. The orc guards stared at him, he stared back, and he finally put on a bit of a smile, waving with one hand. 

“Hi.”

The orcs didn’t say anything. Somewhere behind them, he could hear something moving around, probably the elves that this temple belonged to. He stood up, letting his cock flop down. Oh well. People could stare at that. It wasn’t hard yet, anyway. Audron closed his robes. 

“Uh, is this your temple?”

“…No, it’s an elf-temple. Who are you? What happened here?” the orc captain said, his eyes still fixed to the bulge in Audron’s robe. 

“Oh, uh…”

[i]Oh, yes, a prepared lie would have been real good right about now. Why didn’t I think of that? Oh, right. I was trying to get away from Airin before he started embarrassing me again.[/i]

The orcs were staring right at him, the two guards behind the captain backing up and slowly shutting the doors. Probably trying to keep him from escaping if he was a suspect. He was sure that there would have been some people looking through the hole in the wall behind him, too, if it hadn’t been further off the ground. 

[i]Okay, um, brain? A lie would be good.[/i]

Finally, he had one. 

“Right, sorry. I kind of snuck in last night for a place to sleep. Came in late, no chance to get a place in the inn, you know how it goes,” he said. “And I thought, hey, nature temple, nature mage, I thought I could catch some shut-eye here and make it good in the morning.”

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

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

“…It was there…when you woke up…”

“Yeah. Is that so hard to believe?”

[i]Yes.[/i]

“Yes. It is. Arrest him.”

“Hey, hey,” Audron said, shaking his head as he backed up a few paces. “You don’t know me yet. What makes you think I’m lying?”

“Because you’re so bad at it,” the captain said. “Please don’t resist. Come quietly, and this will be much easier.”

Well, this wasn’t going the way that it was supposed to. So much for thinking ahead. He thought that the orcs wouldn’t care, but then again, all that good-dragon influence was probably rubbing off on the mortals. All the chromatic dragons being pushed up to the Realm meant that they didn’t have the same selfish stuff being pushed through mortal kind anymore. So, of course, the orcs were better at their job than usual. 

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

Dragon magic was most powerful when one was in dragon form, but even in this human shape, he could still use a fair bit of it. Audron looked from one orc to another, making eye contact as he twiddled his fingers behind him. 

[i]Enthrall Person, Enthrall Person, Enthrall Person…[/i]

Charm spells were the bread and butter of dragons. They were the things that made them powerful, that made it so easy for them to maintain their various minions, and most importantly, what made it so hard for adventurers to take what they had from them. Every dragon had some skill in it, and with his extra studies in magic, Audron was still good at it even in human form. 

As simple as one, two, three, the orcs came to a sudden stop before him. The captain was the last to stop, and had been in the process of drawing his sword. Audron stared at the half-unsheathed blade, slowly dragging an arm over his forehead. 

“Well…that was close. Alright, let’s take that from the top. I’m Audron, and I’m a nature mage. Can we agree on that?”

The orc guards nodded, and he let out a sigh of relief. Okay, that was progress. That was something that he could work with. Audron smiled, allowing his robe to fall open a bit again, and the three orcs looked down once more. He glanced down at his dragon-sized dick, hanging slightly over a foot down from his crotch, and shrugged. 

“Well, I guess that can stay like that. Not like it’s going to matter most of the…the…Whoa.” He leaned against a pew, shaking his head. “Okay, blood flow. Fixing that [i]right[/i] now.”

Just making sure that he had sufficient blood in the body, as well as a stronger heart, took him a moment or three. However, when it was done, he felt fine. More than fine, as a matter of fact. 

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

And just like that, the rather large cock hanging down started to rise up. It was a very understandable reaction, but he was pretty sure that if the orcs had been anywhere near sober-minded, he would have been far more embarrassed about the fact that he had just popped a hard-on in front of them. It wasn’t even entirely the urge to get off, just the fact that he had panicked, freaked out, and now had the whole secondary biological reaction. A fear-boner, if one would excuse the expression. 

Shaking his head at his own mental babbling, he looked at the three guards. They could be rather fun, if one took care with the tusks. They were big guys, a foot taller than his human form, and they looked like they were the sort of men that were used to taking orders. That leather was good, too, if a little tight. 

[i]…What the hell? The cloud was one thing, but this…[/i]

Shaking his head at the fear-boner twisting his usual sexuality up a bit, he opened his mouth to tell them what he needed – 

BOOM!

Only for another explosion to rattle the church. Some debris fell, one chunk of wood taking the captain in the back of the head and knocking him off his feet. The other two wobbled from the blast, and even Audron almost went over. He grabbed the wall behind him, holding tight until the rumbles faded. 

“…Okay, that one wasn’t me.”

The orcs didn’t answer. Shaking his head, he waved them off to the main doors and pulled his robe closed. He dragged himself up to the hole in the wall and poked his head out, wondering what in the fuck was going on. 

Coming down the main road from the west – from the direction of the big mega-city way out there – were four figures. One was an orc, one was a dwarf, and the other two were humans. The orc had his hand extended, fire still burning on his fingertips as if he had just cast fireball. Where had he cast it? At a farmhouse just down the road. 

[i]Why – ah, zombies in the farmhouse.[/i]

The orc lowered his hand. Audron cocked his head to the side, then lifted one hand to the side of his head, tapping his forehead. 

[i]Let’s just take a check on – whoa.[/i]

The ‘detect alignment’ spell that he’d gotten off his mother for this little trip was very good at picking up how good, evil, or whatever someone was. Good people had a soft blue aura, while evil people had a soft red one. 

The four of them were red, red, red, with little streaks of black sparks coming off their bodies. They had power, and they were using it for whatever reasons struck them as the best way to do it. 

[i]…Well then. I think I found my group to fuck with.[/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,