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Published:2021-08-07Updated:2022-12-04Words:445,817Chapters:27/?Comments:1,178Kudos:798Bookmarks:538Hits:253,909

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DragonSoulDreams

Summary:

Waking up in an unfamiliar place, in an unfamiliar body, with unfamiliar powers. Many stories start this way, but this time ROB is evil Amway, with a catalog full of perverse powers and attractive people to go with them. Trying to stay on the side of the angels always fails, for even the most upright will fall after infinite time with corruptive powers. Most fall far far sooner, but not all the way. It's a slow descent, with the occasional climb back up. It's the journey, not the destination. Starting in a tiny world between worlds, our protagonist finds himself on a timer before he's booted out into the hellworld that is Earth Bet, needing to make changes before it's possible to jump out of that frying pan. Even that's only the beginning of his struggles to fix the worlds his journey takes him through, none of them truly safe even as his power grows, trying to find and reach a peaceful spot in the multiverse

For those familiar with the genre, this is an R34 waifu catalog fic, similar to a jumpchain but with rather different rules and more focus on the sexual aspects. It's inherently a multicross, though the additional worlds only come in a ways into the story. Crossover characters appear almost immediately.

Notes:

This was originally posted on Questionable Questing, and I had let it fall by the wayside for a different project. However, that other project is now dead thanks to recent Games Workshop policy changes regarding fanworks (Don't buy their products) so I decided to return to this and transplant it over here to AO3.

It's a multicross, I own none of the settings involved. The settings and canon characters from said settings all belong to their respective owners, who are not me.

In general constructive criticism is welcomed. However, please keep in mind that to qualify as constructive criticism, you must at least be able to say what is wrong. Having a suggestion on how to fix it isn't mandatory, but if you don't know how to fix it, I might not either. Be polite, be clear, be calm, and be aware that some things are matters of opinion.

This is based on an old version of the R34 catalog CYOA. Do not ask me for the version, it predates the first stable version, I don't think even Swift has a copy anymore, and I don't feel like posting it.

I will not be updating to the current version of the CYOA. Do not ask, do not demand, do not act like a spoiled child or a member of the Stop Having Fun brigade. Such demands are fecal vomit and will be responded to with appropriate disgust.

Chapter 1: Prologue: Pocket Reality

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Pyros, the Divine Fire, the Spark of inspiration, that which separates the tool user and the tool inventor.

Pyros, the Divine Fire, the burning drive of the mad scientist, the all-consuming need to 'show them all'.

Pyros, the Divine Fire, unquenchable, insatiable, once stolen by Prometheus and gifted to man.

That fire burns within me now, I can feel it roiling in my chest, throbbing just behind my sternum like a second heartbeat. It lends depth to my thoughts they didn't have before, but also a drive, a desire for more. I can spot what I did wrong, but the obvious solution is to just keep going, pushing harder and harder against the problems until I find a way though.

It's funny isn't it? How an innocent good idea can lead to another, which leads to another, and another, but when you look around you're left wondering how the hell you got from where you started to where you are. Dragon Musk, Dragon Blood. Just that combination requires a tier six world, with nothing else. No Sweet Home, no Perks, no bindings other than the stamp with which to share your perks with the waifus you can't even afford yet. Sure, you could head out on your own and find some waifus to stamp, either to keep or to earn the capture bonus, but even as a dragon, tier six is where things start actually getting dangerous. Nasu mages literally hunted dragons to extinction, and without something like Trace Defense, they'd be on me in a heartbeat the moment I set foot on Gaia, to say nothing of what Alaya would say or do.

The growl I aim at my Company phone is a lot more threatening than I could have managed a few days ago, or even an hour ago. "Always be yourself" I mutter. "Unless you can be a dragon. Well, I'm a dragon now, but it blew the 'live in a sane world' budget. Fuck."

Sailor Moon has literal planet crackers, but those are nothing compared to Pluto. You can't stamp a waifu there without her showing up to gank you from behind right before you get the stamp in place. Again, Trace Defense would help, but any perks will kick a dragon up into the tier seven worlds. To Aru? They're breeding actual physical gods there. Trace Defense, Destiny Defense, and Mind Defense are all mandatory for that deathworld. At least, if you're a dragon.

With another growl, I look around the utterly featureless waiting room 'The Company' provided to go over my options, and kick the world tier up a notch, gaining more points to spend. Then another, because Warranty Plan is a thing and I cannot stand the thought of losing what is mine!!! Er… That might be the dragon starting to affect my thinking, but somehow I can't bring myself to take it off. My waifus are my hoard, for all that I don't have any yet, and insurance against losing any of my hoard calls to me with a siren song.

Oh well, at least I have the points for Sweet Home now, even after taking all the defenses and the required talents. A shroud too for good measure. I could stick with the stamp, but I might as well fill the budget for tier eight if I'm going to end up there anyway. Sticky Fingers and Faerie Feast are just for fun, I want to pamper my girls to within an inch of their lives. There's not much better than making a girl cum so hard she can't walk, or even stand up.

Flicking the screen to switch from perks to 'merchandise', I snort and shake my head. "No, not here. I'll buy them after I get 'home'." Just thinking of it seems to reveal a switch in my mind, like when you make your perception check in a CRPG and the interface suddenly changes to highlight something that was already there but didn't stand out. Flicking the switch, a portal opens right in front of the recliner I'm seated in. On the other side is a beautiful beach fronting a lush forest. Standing up, I take one last look around the featureless white… area, It doesn't have enough definition to be a 'room', and note that the comfortable chair seems to have vanished when I stood up. "Subtle." I snark, and step through.

A riot of smells hits my nose on the other side, the ocean breeze, the thousand species of flowers, the baking sand. There's a moment of silence before the local wildlife somehow recognizes an apex hyperpredator despite my still-human shape. Probably catching the scent of the Dragon Musk wafting off of me. I have the thought that Wild Talent should let me calm them, call them out, but I'm honestly not that interested. I only took it for Wild Defense, that sort of blanket absolute immunity to environments is awesome.

Oh well, they'd panic anyway in a few seconds. Another of those hidden switches highlights in my mind when I think about it, and then my point of view is rocketing upward. A moment of vertigo as my head is abruptly sixty meters off the beach, but it passes and I twist my head around to inspect my form. The Cyber Shroud is blatantly obvious now, limning the edges of my scales in flowing patterns like RGB backlighting on a keyboard left on demo mode. A moment's thought and the patterns calm, pulsing slowly with my breathing instead, and holding to a nice subdued blue.

As fun as it is to be an absolute Unit like this, I'm the size of a mansion at the moment, and I'd like to fit in mine. On the other hand, I'd prefer to stay in dragon shape. I'm a dragon dammit! And all things should respect me as such! There's an easy solution though, and the reason I picked the cyber shroud out of the available options. Unlike so many things in the multiverse, technology tends to get smaller as it improves. The light shining between my scales flares bright again, brighter than the noonday sun overhead for a few seconds while I shrink down to a more manageable size. I leave off when I figure I can fit through a door, with my wings folded. About six percent of my previous size, and probably about the same bulk as the 'mini-mech' form I can feel off to the side of my mind. I'll play with that later, but right now I'm having too much fun being a dragon instead of a really swole dude who kinda looks like a dragon.

The flight to my new house takes a couple minutes at most. The front doors open as I approach, with a slightly artificial sounding female voice greeting "Welcome home master." with perfect received pronunciation.

"Err… Hi. Who are you?"

"I am your Home Automation Neural Network Assistant, HANNA. A Virtual Intelligence if you will."

"So not an AI."

"No."

"K. Can I reconfigure the sweet home perk through you?"

"Yes."

"Cool, put one of those pillow-nest beds in my room, and give me directions."

"As you wish."

…

Curling up on a giant pile of pillows has its advantages, and part of me really looks forward to sleeping in there with my hoard, once I have it. Better get to work on that.

Pulling my new phone out of… a… slot in my arm… Rolling my eyes, because of course you can do that with the Cyber Shroud, I pull up the merchandise list. "Hmm… If I want the best benefit out of all the talents, I should get potential teachers. Magic and Tech together means someone MGLN-ish. Soul Talent is Naruto, Bleach, or RWBY that I know. Two of those are iffy on being able to share. I don't actually know all that many psychic waifu targets, and I'm not sure I need training with the Wild Talent. Dragons don't need to ride horses."

Goals in mind, I start narrowing my search. The Magic and Tech waifu is… actually very easy. She may be miniscule by default, but she's just too adorable, and we can build her a larger body. Or she can unison with another waifu. "Hahaha, reminds me of that old meme. 'I like to fuck my waifus, so I put a waifu in my waifu so I can fuck my waifu while I fuck my waifu.'"

With that I hit the button, spending fifty of my remaining hundred ten. *Blip!* "HI!" The tiny cheerful voice greets, Reinforce Zwei flying through a portal to land on my nose. "Greetings master! I don't think you're going to fit."

"Hey Rein, kinda blunt for a first meeting." The corners of my mouth curl up in a grin, and contentment spreads through me at the start of my hoard. "Especially since I haven't shrouded you yet."

"Ohhhh! Tentacles! Those will fit!" She pokes at the edge of a couple scales, then giggles happily. "Cyber shroud! Ohhh, this will be wonderful."

"You know, I didn't expect you to be quite this eager."

"I was programmed by Hyate. The Company just made a copy." She wiggles her tiny eyebrows suggestively and giggles. "I even have a copy of the shopping and control app installed. You're the only user with execute access. Now come on! Shroud me!"

My grin increases, the tiny girl straddling my snout is just so eager and so adorable. Also, I can feel a bit of dampness against my scales where she's sitting. Just a couple drops, but on her scale, good grief. "Just a few more questions first."

"Aww." I can't help laughing, my body shaking slightly as a result. My little Rein just grinds with the motion, happy smile on her lips and eyes closed.

"Seriously though. You're a copy, and you know you're a copy, but are all the girls copies? The manual suggests it, but having no previous universe to portal too could have more than one cause."

"No. Oh, sure, there's lots of clones, Warranty is really popular, but most of the clones are for re-sleeving. Originals are usually from Dead Ends. It's a lot easier to do things that way, you can't portal there because there's no there there, and it keeps people from trying to portal to the factory. If them dying doesn't dead-end their universe then sometimes intra-brane quantum echo-scans are used right before they bite it."

"But… no quantum cloning?"

"No inter-universal quantum cloning. Intra-universal is fine. Uncertainty doesn't apply to acausal observers outside reality."

"Ah… Well. Frightening implications of that aside, that's all I had for questions at the- No, wait, as a unison device, you don't actually produce waste products do you?"

"No, why?" Rein asks with a cute little head-tilt, hips still grinding along my scales.

"You'll see." The tentacles produced by my shroud seem to draw from a doc-ock or mechanicus aesthetic. Scales along the sides of my mouth slide back to reveal compartments that don't really exist in that same space. Segmented barbels slide out and wind their way up the sides of my muzzle where a couple grab at Rein's ankles. She squeaks excitedly as they wind their way up her legs, coiling tightly around her calves and thighs. I can feel her skin through the metallic surface of the tendrils, soft, smooth, perfectly formed by literal craftsmen. Craftswomen? Either way, the pressure starts building down between my legs, newly internalized and reconfigured plumbing getting ready to greet the world for the first time.

Biting the corner of her lip as they get closer and closer, Rein gasps when the tip of one mecha-tendril brushes against the damp gusset of her panties. She tries to rock down against it, but her thighs are held in a literal iron grip. Opening her eyes again she pouts at me, but I just keep gently brushing across the surface. Delving into the sensations I'm getting back from this application of the shroud. The sense of touch keeps getting clearer, as though the settings were being dialed in, and there's a slight… sweetness? I can taste through them too? Eager to study this new application, I continue lightly brushing against her tiny lips through her panties, just teasing and teasing while she struggles to get more.

"Maaaasterrr! Please?"

"I like watching you squirm." Her pout intensifies, and suddenly her sodden panties simply disappear, leaving my tendrils stroking directly against her hairless lips. "Rein! Who gave you permission for that?" I ask sternly, though I can't really hide the grin in my voice.

"Not bound Yeeeeet." She answers cheekily.

"You're going to be a handful."

"Literally." She chirps. "Like a whole-body hug, with just your hand. And if you squeeze too tight, I'll auto-unison before getting hurt."

"Well, I want to tease you for a while before binding you, so here's the deal. Right now you're at a week of no-cumming after I bind you. Every minute you hold back cuts an hour off that week."

"What!?" Her eyes go wide. "Soooo mean."

"Get ready." I instruct, in a teasing sing-song tone, a draconic grin turning up the corners of my mouth. Facial expressions feel a lot different now, but I brush aside the distraction, Rein is much more important.

Wide blue eyes stare into mine, and she wrings her hands for a few seconds before reaching out to grab a couple other tendrils hovering near her. Gulping unnecessarily, she nods and starts chewing on the corner of her lip. I can't really grin more than I already am, and she can't see what passes for my lips from where she's sitting anyway, but if I could I would. Wrapping those tendrils around her arms, I hold tight, keeping her spread eagle before my eyes.

The tendrils I'm holding her with are tiny, but they're still as thick as her arms. Good for blunt rubbing, but for proper teasing I need… Ah, there we go. The tips of a couple iris open, revealing nests of finer versions. On impulse one goes to start tickling her scalp, after all if she's deliberately designed to be this cute… Yep, she's weak to headpats, shivering and pushing into the contact. Keeping that up with one I still have no difficulty coordinating the pair wrapped around her thighs to extend their own hair-thin extensions to start tickling at her thighs, tracing out the areas of greatest sensitivity.

Rein whines plaintively, rocking her hips against nothing. "Remember, one hour per minute." I chide teasingly, starting to tickle her labia. She has a cute little inny, puffy and darker pink where artificial flesh has darkened to make her arousal beautifully obvious. I'd say it doesn't take much, but she came here already expecting the shroud, so she's been working herself up for a while before I even started. Probably before I met her considering the acausal nature of the Company.

Slipping one of the fine metallic tentacles between her lips I find her soaked, sweet honey like you'd expect from a lewd fairy. The previous dampness on her panties was a pale preview of the treat I find inside. "You're delicious." Digging deeper to find more, with a squirming tentacle, causes Rein's eyes to cross. The myomers lining her tiny tunnel flutter like she's really close. They feel amazing around that tentacle, warm and slick and tight, velvety texture and lively movement. I hadn't really been thinking of my shroud-created tendrils as erogenous, but it makes sense, they seem capable of every other sensation so why not. Back between my hind legs, my new draconic cock has had enough of staying hidden and slides out, dragging across the pillows of my nest. Maybe I should have started with a full-size woman so she could take care of it, but I can't regret Rein. The way she's trembling around one little tendril is wonderful all on its own, and the squeaking moans are a perfect mix of adorable and sexy.

Pulling back when she's about to go over, I wait for her to return to her senses. "Huh? Don't stop! I was almost there!"

"Yep, but you've only shaved four hours off your no-orgasms sentence. You sure you want to keep going? It looked like you were having a hard time holding back."

"But… Master!"

"You know, it almost looked like you weren't even trying. Were you?"

"I..."

"That calls for some more funishment. Two weeks denial, minus four hours for the time you 'held out' so far."

"That's not fair!"

"Who said anything about fair? You're so eager to call me master, I should act the part. Not even trying to obey increases the punishment. Sorry, funishment" Instead of digging back in with the thinnest tendrils, I withdraw them into the slightly thicker one, and start grinding against her pussy, rubbing just at the opening for now. Rein bites her lip and tenses up, clearly actually trying this time, though equally clearly no one told her how to actually do it. Well, unless her body responds wildly differently, but Sticky Fingers is telling me no. Tensing up is just going to make it harder for her, she needs to force herself to relax.

Slithering hair-thin tendrils up under her little barrier jacket, I start winding them around her breasts, spiraling in toward her nipples. She's not flat, scaled up she'd be 24A-ish, but at a foot tall she's 5.5AAAAA or something. Perfectly formed, just tiny. When the tentacles reach her nipples, I flick my thoughts again and cause them to flare open, fastening their tips over her nipples and starting to suckle, exuding just a little lube so they don't chafe. "Ohhh master… That's not fair!"

Enjoying her pleasured complaint, I speed up the suckling slightly and make them start gently tugging too. She's squeaking again, close to the edge, so I slow down. I have no intention of letting her run out her entire denial 'punishment', but there's no need to rush things when moving slower will make it better for both of us.

Her breathing gradually slows until she's not squeaking anymore, though her breaths are still quite deep. "Thank you master." Her voice is unsteady, I've only slowed down, I haven't stopped after all.

"Oh? For what?" The mix of lust and teasing in my voice leaves no doubt I already know, I just want to hear her say it.

"For slowing down."

"And?"

Rein sticks out her lip, pouting at me. "Thank you for not making me cum. But I want it soooo much!" The second sentence comes out in a whine.

"Good. Right now you're my tease toy, and good tease toys need to cum." Waiting a few beats, I add reassuringly. "Don't worry, you won't always be the designated tease toy, and when you're not, you'll have my permission to unison whoever I'm fucking at the moment. Assuming you can get their permission too. So you'll be getting more than any of the others I acquire… Most of the time."

"Ok."

"Great. For now though, you're the designated tease toy." Applying more pressure to the tendril between her legs, I start stretching her open. Even with the rest still moving slowly, that's enough to start ramping her back up, her voice squeaking again. She's fresh off the line so I can't blame her, something thick as her arm to take her virginity is a bit much, but at least her creators didn't see any point in giving her a hymen so that pain is avoided.

As intense as the friction and stretching are for her, I'm getting the other end and it's amazing. Her grool is honey-sweet, and the tentacle I'm using to fuck her has all the senses of cock and tongue combined. Sweet tight quivering friction, her body clamping down, trying to push me out, trying to pull me in, no existing data sets in her history to cope with actually feeling it like this. "Oh master! Master! MAST- Awwwwwwwww…" Her cries taper off into a drawn-out whine when I stop just shy of making her cum. Instead I switch to just barely enough movement to keep her on the edge without going over. Most fun per perk point on the list.

There's nothing she can do, quivering in the grasp of a small thicket of metallic tentacles, tiny tits being groped and suckled, head still being patted, pussy stretched wide by something that would send her off like a rocket… If it would just fucking move! I hold her there for several minutes before she caves.

"Please!"

"Please what? Please make you cum? Please don't? Remember what will happen. You've only shaved off a day."

"Uh…" She's clearly overwhelmed, magitech processors struggling to schedule coherent speech in between threads of pleasure. "Cum." She squeezes her eyes closed and tries to draw a steady breath before opening them again to look me in the eye. "Please let me cum?"

"Ok." With that I start moving again, plundering her tight pussy, suckling harder on her nipples, lightly scratching her scalp instead of just patting it. I also add another couple tentacles for her mouth and ass. Thinner than the one in her pussy, and carefully excluding sense of taste for the latter.

"Hulglrk!" Her eyes widen, but she doesn't seem to have a gag reflex so there's just a wet squelching sound. Her body tenses up still further, and she clearly shudders her way through an orgasm that barely fits in such a tiny frame.

That opens the floodgates, and the tendrils already in her sink deep, penetrating from her physical form right into her concept, making alterations both subtle and gross, registering me as ROOT in all her systems, setting up notifications between us, and linking her to the nascent groupmind. The flood of information staves off my own climax a bit, but I can deal.

Taking advantage of the new access, I flex the cyber shroud again to add a little script to her pleasure subsystems. It's a simple little thing, and if she obeys me about her orgasms she might never notice. Set a date thirteen days in her Yet, if she cums before then she'll be forced to ruin it and the end date will reset to thirteen days remaining again. Oh, and set a soundfile of me saying 'tsk tsk' to pipe to her audio input when it happens. All the logging gets piped to my shroud instance so she won't even know what happened.

Returning my attention to the physical world, I find Rein collapsed in a puddle on my snout, wide smile gracing her lips and a nearly visible air of contentment rolling off her. Oh, no, it's actually visible, the shroud rendering her current condition as an AR cloud around her.

"Hey."

"Thank youuuu Master!" She tries to hug my muzzle, but her arms aren't long enough. The thought definitely counts though. "I could feel you claiming ROOT. It was amazing, IS amazing. I love you master."

"Likewise. It's a little fast, but it might have to do with you being part of my hoard."

"Maybe."

Licking my snout, my forked tongue comes up and over to lash her between her still spread thighs. Rein gasps and shudders her way through an almost-orgasm just from that, from my tongue sliding along her lips and gathering some more of her honey.

"Care to return the favor?"

"Um… I need a body that can fit you first… Oh, wait, shroud now." The Belkan triangle lights up beneath her feet. I'm not sure it's necessary but it's not a problem. Her barrier jacket flows outward, gaining a long cape and thickening in material before shifting, the tron-lines of the cyber shroud racing over it before it splits open along them again and again until she's holding… Well, it's an oversize fleshlight, but I recognize those lips. Heck, I can still see those lips a handful of centimeters from the up-scaled version.

Taking to the air, she flies around to where she can get a good look, then spins up another triangle and enlarges the onahole again while giving me a sheepish look. "Sorry I thought you were smaller."

"I'm not going to punish you for being wrong as long as you admit it." I reassure her. "Well, not real punishments anyway. Funishments are different."

"Says you." Rein retorts, before swooping down to start impaling her up-scaled copy of her own pussy on my ridged and rigid cock. She gasps and shudders when it makes contact, and I raise an eye-ridge.

"Remember, no cumming."

"Pleeeeease?" She has a true mastery of the puppy dog eyes, but I stand firm. Mind defense coming in handy maybe?

When the puppy dog eyes fail, Rein tries the upgraded versions, the trembling lip and crocodile tears. They don't help either. Well, it would be more accurate to say they don't help her. Genuine tears of distress, pain, sorrow, etc… Those aren't sexy, with the exception of a known painslut crying in pain, but a pouting needy girl who's only distress is not being allowed to cum? All her efforts accomplish is to make me harder, red cock bobbing next to Rein in time with my heartbeat. Giving up on the pout, she starts to cast another spell at her construct, but I interrupt her efforts.

"Ah ahh! You knew the rules before you made that thing send you feedback." Reaching out with one paw, glad that my particular breed of dragon has thumbs, I grab Rein along with her… What do you even call that fetish? It's not a portal pussy, she just actually has two pussies at the moment with one of them outside her body. I wonder if I can get a flower-flower fruit at some point? Nah, we can all take notes from Rein here, just project things with the shroud.

Regardless of what you call the toy, I have her held against hers in my grip, the unneeded breath squeezed partially from her lungs. Positioning it over my dick, I slide it down. There's no need to start with slamming into her, no matter how on-edge I am. "Ahhhhhhh-maaasterrr!" she wheezes out. "Sooo goooood."

"No cumming" I remind her, starting a steady stroking action, slow enough to really enjoy the way 'she' quivers and clenches around me, fast enough to satisfy the intense desire left over after the tentacling I gave her before.

"Sooo meannnnn" She revises her statement, voice already trembling with rising pleasure.

"You are so fucking sensitive it's hilarious." Out of curiosity I probe the ownahole with the shroud, then scan her again, somehow finding the mental capacity even while I'm stroking her nice and deep. What I find has me laughing even as I continue rocking her world. She's maintained sensor density not quantity. Her toy has the equivalent of a hundred times the nerve endings her actual pussy does. There's no way in hell she's going to be able to hold back, but she brought it on herself so I feel no guilt.

Speeding up my thrusting, I pay careful attention to her reactions, her wheezing squeaks, breathless moans, overwhelmed whimpers. "Ohh… Ohhhh! OHHH! ACK!" Her dupli-pussy clenches down tight around me as she starts to cum, then completely relaxes for a moment as her pleasure is abruptly cut off, followed by rippling madly as she tries to recover the lost pleasure of her first ruined orgasm. "Wh- What was that?" She whines.

"No cumming."

"But, HOW!?"

"Hnnng… I am Root." I'm getting close, but still capable of snarking. I miss whatever her reply is in favor of the last few intense strokes, driving to the very depth of her toy as my new plumbing gets its first workout. Blazing heat races through my veins, body trembling and barely in my control as brand new nerves experience a first orgasm. And in the stars flashing before my eyes, I see glimpses of possibility with every jet of nearly scalding hot jizz I pour into Rein's remote pussy. "Ohhhhh… That's good." Relaxing my grip around her and her toy, I sink a little deeper into the pillows of my nest-bed. "Hey Rein? Keep that thing around. Or at least keep blueprints so you can duplicate it again. And no scaling back on the sensors, I like you being that sensitive."

"Can I make two versions?"

"Sure."

Relaxing in the afterglow, I sprawl out across the pillows and just luxuriate in the deep satisfaction. After a few moments there's the sound of some more spellcasting, and then Rein's little voice sounds from right near my head. "Hey Master, open your eyes."

"Yeah?" I ask, obliging and finding her about a foot from my face, holding a miniature barrel that looks absurdly large in her tiny grasp. The sides are transparent, leaving it obvious it's full of cum, presumably mine.

"You bought Dragonblood. I thought you'd want to watch me take my first dose."

"Oh, absolutely." I answer, and her smile widens.

"Enough to let me cum?"

Her hopeful expression is marred by her cheeky tone, and I answer with a flat "No."

"Awww." I'm treated to another dose of pouting and puppy dog eyes, but even with my refusal, she carries on with the show. A little triangle of light spins in the air next to her head for a moment, then a narrow tube emerges. The magical construct turns out to be an oversize (for her) straw, and she meets my eyes as she starts to suck. The sight, the sound of her gulping down my cum is absurdly hot. I'm sure it will lose some of that impact eventually, certainly before she hits tier ten, but right now I'm rapidly hardening again, erupting from my internal sheath to stand proud once more.

Rein stops her drinking for a bit to giggle happily. "Ohhh, somebody likes! Good thing you're tasty too." Resuming her guzzling, she makes a point of bulging out her cheeks every so often, or pulling away from the straw and showing me her mouth full of my cum before swallowing again.

I'd wonder where the tiny girl puts more than double her volume in cum, but I can feel through the shroud as her artificial linker core improves just the tiniest amount with every gulp. She could down litres of my jizz if she wanted. Which is an idea to explore later with my full-size form. Here and now she's satisfied with storing just enough physically to make her belly bulge out a little. When she's finished drinking the barrel and straw disappear, leaving her hovering before me with the front of her barrier jacket hanging open, rubbing her hands over her overstuffed belly. I can't take my eyes off the sight, and she giggles in response, flitting back and forth in the air just to watch my eyes track the way she's showing off.

"You should make one of those toys for my full size. If volume scales normally you could go swimming." The way she licks her lips at the suggestion makes me groan. The only problem I used to have with bukake is that it's kind of the ultimate in sloppy seconds, but if it's all me then that seems to change everything. Just the idea is enough to make me throb, seeing her eager to try makes me hard enough to hurt a little.

"Can I dial down the sensor density for that one? I don't want to kernel panic."

"Sure. But you need at least as many total sensors as the one you used just now."

"Yes Master."

Unfortunately I'm on borrowed time, so I have to turn down Rein's offer to take care of it again. I've spent the points to require a tier eight or higher world, so the clock is ticking to get on with it. Either buying more waifus or picking the world.

"So, where are we going?" Rein asks, sitting on my shoulder and projecting a screen for both of us to see.

"Well, cliche as it is Worm's a low hanging fruit. Shroud Contessa and BAM, PTV is off the leash. I'm not a huge fan of her character. Either her power's kinda warped her personality or she didn't really have one to begin with. Maybe the woman underneath the shard's influence is better, I hope so. But either way it's an easy win for a tier eight world, and there's enough capture points available to buy tier-seven access for the random worlds list."

"Ok. So you're not planning to stay?"

"Hell no, world's a shithole. I'd like to buy down to tier five eventually, MCU would be great, public superheroes mean I could live openly as a dragon, but it's a lot shinier than Worm or standard Marvel. Our pile of defense perks mean we don't even have to worry about The Snap. Sure, stopping it from happening would be great, but if the good guys fail we're still in good shape."

"Yeah… Think I could talk Carol into letting me unison while she bangs you?"

"You mean while I bang her?"

"Captain Marvel Master. By the time we get there she'll still be the one banging you."

"Hey! I could take her!"

"Sure, go ahead and breathe on her. What do you think Pyros is going to do to Binary?"

"Are you sassing me? I think you're sassing me. I should give you a spanking, but we don't have time right now."

"Yes Master." She sticks her tongue out momentarily, a gesture that proves to be a miscalculation as mine is fast enough to grab it. Shroud-born tendrils latch on and hold her in place while I explore her tiny mouth a bit. "Aughawa-gluhb" She doesn't seem to have a gag reflex, but really, what use would she have for one? She doesn't need to breathe. Indeed, she seems to be positively reveling in it, the corners of her spread lips curled up and her eyes keep fluttering closed. When I let go after a minute or so of plundering her mouth and throat she backs out of reach to ask a question. "So are we going now? Or are you grabbing another waifu first?"

"Another waifu. I have points left for three tier-fives or a tier six and a tier four. I'm thinking tier fives." The explanation is short. "I want RWBY aura, and if I pick the right huntress I can get that and a hand-to-hand trainer."

"Makes sense." She waves her arm and the screen before us shifts to show three columns of huntress faces. "So who are you thinking?"

"Well, I've always been partial to redheads." I answer, pointing to my choice and sharing a grin with Rein. The tiny minx waves a hand and an illusion of what they'll look like in unison appears for a moment before shattering into sparkles.

"Ask her yourself." I laugh, shaking my head.

…

As much as I'd like to greet her in dragon form, I somehow doubt my second purchase will react well. Sure, she'll be stamped by default until I shroud her, but that will just force her to obey. The mental trauma of coming face to face with another dragon immediately after her death in close proximity to one would be… Unpleasant.

"Can I pick whether she's from a dead end or an echo right before death?" I ask, looking around the austere room we've picked for this.

"Um, hang on." Rein doesn't really need the keyboard, it's mostly there as a sign saying "I'm on it.", but watching her fingers fly over the luminescent surface is cute. After a couple minutes she dismisses it and shrugs. "Yes, but it doesn't really matter for her. That battle's a kindof a flashpoint, waaaaay too many destiny tangled on the field. Those verses apparently have a ninety eight percent dead-end rate there so even the echos are probably from dead-ends."

"Ouch… That's pretty harsh. I'd still prefer the echo so I can honestly tell her I don't know if her friends are alive, just that we can't get there from here."

"Ok." The luminous keyboard returns for a moment, and a beautifully fit girl with a long banner of red hair falls through. Despite coming out of the portal upside down, she manages to land on her feet. I can feel the magnetic fields in the room twisting as she torques against the steel framing in the walls. It's a very strange sensation, the cyber shroud I picked stepping up with an array of magnetometers or something.

Pyrrha quickly looks around as she straightens up from her landing crouch, surveying the room before focusing her attention on me and Rein. "Where am-? Where's Cinder? What's going on!? Who are you?" She's physically in perfect condition, as you might expect of a brand-new resleeve, but clearly still experiencing the mental effects of suddenly being yanked out of a fight she lost.

"I think the more interesting question you should ask is 'Where did the arrow go?' Miss Nikos." I point out. Her eyes immediately snap down to look for the wound that slew her previous body. Of course it's not there, and neither is the arrow. Similarly her shield is still on her arm. "Seriously though, throwing your shield!? Why??? She used glass weapons."

"Who are you and how do you know about that?" Her reaction is a bit defensive, not that I can blame her, I'd be suspicious if some stranger knew as much private information about me as I do her.

"Please, have a seat." I invite, gesturing at the other modernist couches around the room before plonking down on the one still behind my knees. "This little lady is Reinforce Zwei, or just Rein if she's your friend. You may have noticed she's a little like Penny." Pyrrha's eyes start tearing up at the memory of 'killing' a friend. "Oh, and don't worry, Penny's father can rebuild her. We can't get to your world from here, but I once had the chance to observe your tale from afar. My memory isn't perfect, but at least some of the important bits stuck. As for myself, you can call me James. It's not mine, but it'll do until I choose one that fits. Recent events have me considering questions of identity. I might not be the sole claimant to my old name, but the other claimant would have no way to know about that while I do. It's only right I be the one to switch."

"..." She gives me a strange look. "...Why are you telling me this? Wait, what do you mean 'my world'? Where are we?"

"In reverse order, we're in a pocket dimension, bit like a city-scale mechashift compression space as I understand it. This world isn't Remnant, no Grimm, no brother gods, no broken moon, etc. And finally, I plan on asking you to awaken my aura, and if I'm going to trust you to mess with my soul there's not much point in not trusting you with the rest."

"That and she actually can't betray you." Rei comments across the shroud.

"Yeah, but I'd rather she never want to." I answer.

"Ah…" Finally taking a seat, she turns to look out the window overlooking the beach. On the other hand, she doesn't really relax, and I can see her eyes looking at me via the reflection in the glass. Someone's been getting advice from Blake apparently, or maybe just sharing a dorm room with Nora results in being prank-resistant.

"You asked a bunch of questions all at once a couple minutes ago." I break the silence after a minute. "Care to try again one at a time? I'll answer what I can, but I still don't have all the answers myself." Gesturing at the house and encompassing pocket dimension I add "I kinda won the lottery with all this, but I have no idea how the operators got the resources to offer the prizes they do."

"Ok, how did I get here?"

It's Rein who answers first. "Right at the moment you died, your mind was pulled out of your old body and stuck in a new one. All your equipment is copies."

"I'm dead!?"

"Define 'dead'" I answer before Rein can this time. "Just like Penny needed a new body, so did you. Your world has the tech to do that for her, and I currently have the use of tech that can do the same for you. But as long as your mind and soul are intact you're still you."

"What? How?"

"That's one of the places I don't have answers. I don't know where the machine is, I don't know how it works, I just got a bunch of tokens that let me pick people to save."

"And you picked me."

It wasn't a question, but I answer it anyway. "I may have had the opportunity to watch pieces of your legend from afar, but I don't know everything. You're the only one specifically mentioned as awakening someone else's aura. I can assume your teachers know how, but I know you do. Your death is also more predictable. Cinder Fall, on the roof of Beacon, during the dragon attack. Five… six? Six nines."

"Is that all? You want me to awaken your aura?"

"I also want hand-to-hand training. I know the truth behind 'The Invincible Girl', and honestly it just improves you in my eyes. You're sneaky when you want to be, and you seem to have a firm grasp on the concept of fair fights being for suckers."

Pyrrha smiles at that odd compliment and nods her head. Then I feel a tapping on the side of my neck. Carefully turning my eyes I find a knife hovering right next to me, a very clear message, even if she tapped me with the handle. The thrill of fear, even with the threat clearly more stated than carried through, rushes through me like a dozen energy drinks. Scales erupt from my skin as I leap away, and I land across the room in my previously unused 3m bipedal dragon form. "What the FUCK!?" "Shouldn't that be impossible for her with the interim stamp active?"

"Not if she doesn't actually intend harm."

"Oh."

"Why does someone who already has their semblance want me to ignite their aura?"

"Because this isn't a semblance you crazy girl! You've spent too much time around Nora!" Taking a deep breath before I do something to trigger Warranty Plan, I try to calm down to deal with this rationally. "Clearly dying the first time she ever lost did her psyche no favors."

"Really? This seems a lot like how Nanoha makes friends."

"Fuck you too Rein."

"Can I cum?" The amount of hope in that shroud message makes me grin and defuses my tension better than I would have expected.

"No." "Ok, let's start from the top. You died. I had nothing to do with that. I wanted you alive, and I had the ability to pay someone to arrange that. Your friends, as far as I know, survived your death. I need your help, because outside this pocket world is a place even closer to extinction than your old world. There's a chance we can jump somewhere else, but it'll take some doing." "Hey Rein, does the interim stamp shift her attitude over time?"

"Yeah, but you don't have the time to wait."

"Damn"

"And your not-a-semblance?"

"I've been turned into a dragon."

"A dragon."

"Yeah, not a Grimm dragon, just a dragon. This is an in-between shape. The shift is magic, not a semblance. I want both." With a heavy sigh, I turn slightly to one side. "Look, I just got here a few hours ago myself, and I haven't eaten. I'm going to go find the kitchen and have lunch, you're welcome to join me." With that I turn to go. Offer her the choice of space or company, offer food, no obvious pressure.

"Faerie feast?" Rein asks.

"Yep."

"Make cookies please?"

"Gee, twist my arm."

The design of a building can tell you interesting things about its purpose, both the arrangement of the rooms, and the layout within the rooms. The kitchen in this house is no exception, it's on the top floor, three glass walls looking out over the cove, the jungle, and the mountain in the center of the island. There's a nice big island in the middle, with a counter that wraps around three sides except where a gigantic fridge and freezer stand against the wall. The range is large enough to have a dozen burners, and around the outside of the outer counter is a raised bar where thirty people could sit and still have elbow room. I don't think I want that many waifus in my hoard, a few top-quality is better.

Though come to think of it, that bar looks a lot smaller if I picture them in draconic midform. Even a short girl would probably be a couple meters tall like that. Still contemplating that lovely mental image, I make my way to the fridge and look inside. There's honestly less variety than I was expecting, just lots of what we do have. Shrugging, I grab a rasher of bacon, couple tomatoes, head of lettuce, and then look around for some bread. Sourdough might not be the most traditional for BLT's, but it sounds good to me.

…

Pyrrha makes her way into the room several minutes later, obviously following her nose to the smell of frying bacon, and arriving just in time to slide into the seat where I was just putting my BLT. "Thank you."

"Hey!" The objection is pro-forma, I'm happy she's stealing mine because I know what's going to happen, and she'll trust I'm not going to do anything untoward to my own lunch.

Picking it up, she takes the first bite and her eyes go wide. "Oh mur gurds."

"Gee, glad you like my lunch so much." I really am, the noises she continues to make as she chews are downright sexual. It's a good thing I'm in a form that can wear pants, even if they're rather strained at the moment. Not that there's any risk of a malfunction when they're a shroud construct. Turning away, I throw more bacon in the still-hot pan before grabbing another rasher from the fridge. I know how Hunters eat.

When the next batch of bacon is done frying, I make two more sandwiches, and one tiny cracker-sandwitch thing for Rein. It's still absurdly large in her tiny hands, but she starts making the same sorts of noises as Pyrrha. Smirking at the result, I walk around the counter with my sammich and take a seat next to where the first is almost gone.

*munch-crunch-crunch* Yeah, it's probably the best BLT I've ever had, downright amazing even, but I'm definitely missing out on the full effect. "Mmmm…" I may be making a few contented sounds myself, but nowhere near the symphony coming from the next stool. Contemplating the view out the windows while enjoying her noises might be a small mistake, as when I look back down I find the second half of my sammich gone, and Pyrrha has mysteriously acquired a third half to hers. "Hey! Again!"

"Dying makes you hungry… Oh Dust this is good."

"...I'll make more." Well, if she's making jokes about it now then either she's adjusting remarkably fast, or the food really is good enough to be therapeutic.

…

The total damage ends up amounting to three entire packages of bacon between the two of us, along with a couple loaves of bread, half a dozen tomatoes, etc. Turns out dragons can eat just as much as Huntresses.

It also turns out that she really doesn't bounce back that fast, she was just holding it together remarkably well and the amazing food just prolonged that. I'm clearing the dishes when she slumps over the bar and starts crying, head resting on her arms. Immediately abandoning the dishes, I head back around the bar to sit next to her and just lay an arm around her shoulders. From the corner of my eye I spot Rein throwing her shroud at the kitchen to finish the cleanup. "I should have thought of that."

"But you didn't. She's more important than dishes anway."

"Yeah. Thanks."

I don't have anything to say to help her, but sometimes you don't need any. Sometimes the best you can do to help someone is to offer a shoulder, whether they take it or not. Just offering a crying shoulder can make a world of difference.

Maybe it's desperation, maybe it's because of the faerie feast, maybe it's because of the dragon musk, though the latter two haven't really had enough time to have much effect. Regardless of the reason, after a few minutes she turns from the counter to accept the silently offered shoulder. She's a wonderfully lithe and warm armful, though it's hard to focus on that when she's sobbing, and her armor isn't really designed for getting hugged.

Some minutes later, possibly even an hour or so, she finally runs out of tears for the moment. "Your tokens, could you get my friends?"

"Not really. I could get a Nora for example, but she wouldn't be your Nora. She'd be a Nora from some version of your world where she died."

"So mine's alive?"

"Maybe? I have no way to find out. There are just too many versions of your world, billions of them, maybe trillions. Finding the exact version you came from again is impossible."

There's another extended silence, both of us just sitting there on the bar stools, leaned into each other somewhat awkwardly for the hug, Pyrrha's head on my shoulder and her mesmerizing banner of hair splayed out across her back under my embracing arms.

"You realize training your aura is hard work."

"I got that impression, yes."

"You'll be starting from ground zero. The odds of you starting with Jaune's reserves are nearly none."

"That's fine. I picked both you and Rein for the ability to teach me, and each other. Earlier I was given the chance to pick powers for myself, and I went for ones I can share too."

"...Are you planning to turn me into a dragon!?"

"Oh, eventually. That one takes a loooong time to grant. Most of them are faster, though the procedure is rather… invasive."

"More invasive than messing with your soul?"

"Well, when you put it like that."

Pyrrha lets out a slightly choked giggle, then pulls away from the hug, seeming reluctant to do so. "Stand up."

"Ok."

"You know, I thought I'd have to do a lot more convincing." I remark, standing in front of her.

"It's still a test." Pyrrha replies, laying her hand on my chest. "You didn't think igniting your aura was one-way did you? Souls don't lie."

"What, like a Dresden soul-gaze?"

"Like a what?"

"Sorry, different set of legends." I shake my head. "So you're going to get an eyeful of who I really am when you ignite my aura? Do I get the same about you?"

"Yes, but you won't be able to see it, sorry. Ignition is very intense, so I will get a good look, but you'll be blinded for a few minutes." She treats me to a smile, god she's beautiful. "If I like what I see there's no reason we can't do it again some other time. Ignition is once only, but the connection can be done anytime. It's an amazingly intimate thing.

"Ah, well, I'm looking forward to that then."

"Someone's confident." Taking a half-step closer, she presses against me with her hand still on my sternum. "For it is in passing we achieve immortality-"

For all I know the chant is different in her version of the RWBY world, but all I catch is that initial bar before my everything lights up like a supercell thundercloud. I have no real concept of how long it lasts, but when it's done I feel amazing, supercharged even. Also, Pyrrha's eyes are rolling back and she's starting to fall over. Catching her in my arms, I look around and, finding nowhere in the kitchen/dining room to lay her, hoist her up in a princess carry and head for the living room. She's quite dense, physically anyway, but at this point I have superstrength coming from several sources.

Heading back to the lounge where I first purchased her, since I know there's a couch, I'm just about to lay her down when she stirs. "Uggh, stupid ridiculous dragon. Your soul is heavy!" Blearily blinking up at me she looks around and reddens when she grasps her current position. "You can put me down."

"What if I don't want to?" I ask teasingly. "It's nice having a pretty girl in my arms."

"I'm sure." Her teasing response fades into a rather serious look. "Put me down." Once she's back on her feet she takes a deep breath and fixes me with a stare. "I have a few concerns. The lust isn't an issue, it's a compliment, and I appreciate your eyes not wandering given how you feel. However, your possessiveness is astounding."

"I'm aware. It kind of came with being a dragon. Well, most of it. Personally I think it's worth it, but I'm undoubtedly biased on that front." Holding up a finger I add "I'd also like to point out that, much like keeping my eyes from falling down your bustier, I also haven't just grabbed you and refused to let go. The teasing just now aside anyway."

"Still worrying. How would you react if I left? What would you..." She trails off, my expression probably revealing too much. "I see."

"I doubt it." With a sigh I sit down. "I was hoping to give you time and space to adjust, recover from dying and getting yanked to a new world. But I guess we're having this conversation now. The short answer is, yeah, I'd be really upset but I wouldn't stop you. On the other hand, I wouldn't have to because you'd come back."

"Oh?" Her voice is flat, dangerous.

"First off, I didn't invent the rules of this whole thing, I just won a lottery I didn't even know was happening. So just keep that in mind. Second, the entity or entities responsible for all this ensure you'll stick around. I don't know where it is, I haven't looked, but there'll be a stamp somewhere on your skin that binds you to me. I'll admit, I could theoretically have waived that, but that would also cut off the ability to share power. As I mentioned earlier, when we open that door out of the pocket dimension, the only destination we can start with goes somewhere worse than Remnant. Not being able to share power is a non-starter."

"So I'm what, your slave?" She's bristling.

"Slave? Hardly. It makes you somewhat more inclined to obey, but the manual notes that it doesn't really work on the strong-willed. Weak-willed women aren't really my type anyway. It will also go dormant once I have shared power. I specifically picked what they call a 'Shroud of Power' because it replaces Obedience with a simple awareness of each other's needs and an empathic connection. It's pretty invasive to apply, but the other options all allow me to compel obedience, which I don't really like. A strong-willed girl who chooses to submit is hot, one who submits because her will has been taken away!? Urggh" I shudder theatrically.

"Oh really? Mr. No Cumming For You?"

"Hey now, you came through the portal calling me Master with the ink on your stamp still wet. The binding hadn't had any time to do anything to you. And yes, your obedience is very hot."

"I see." It doesn't sound like she does, but her metaphorical claws are starting to retract a little.

"The mark is also required for their 'Warranty Plan'. Kind of a demeaning name, but basically if you or Rein bites it they'll clone another body for you and do the mind and soul transfer bit again at no charge."

"Wait, I'm immortal now?"

"Yuuup. Supposedly takes a few days for delivery, but that's the gist of it." Pyrrha abruptly sits down on the couch next to me, my answer taking all the wind out of her sails apparently. After a few minutes of silent thinking, still easily within range of Dragon Musk even if it's less effective on tier fives, she finally speaks again.

"So I'm stuck with you forever, but I'm also stuck with you forever."

"Right."

"And you want to add being in each other's heads forever?"

"Not quite. We'll know how each other are feeling, and what we need, but it's not mind-reading. Not according to the manual. You can send thoughts if you want, but that part's more like texting. It's pretty obvious the result will smack us with a hell of a lot of classical conditioning, making each other happy will literally let us feel each other's happiness, same for sadness, anger, grief, desire, etc. If I make you sad I'll feel it and probably feel guilty about it, and then you'll feel that guilt, so you'll know I'm actually sorry. Overall it sounds great to me, less room for misunderstandings, no lying about how you feel. I guess you could still lie about why you're upset, but not about being upset."

She thinks about it for another while, then laughs about something. "You know, if someone told me they were going to introduce me to a perfectly empathic man who's a great cook, admits when he's wrong, knows how to keep his eyes on my face, and that we actually could live happily forever after… I'd tell them they're full of it." She gives me a wry look. "This price sounds more like a fairy tale than a dream, the warning kind about not making deals with spirits."

"Yeah, I suppose it does. I'm pretty damned sure it's better than being dead, and as long as you're alive we can work on the 'happily ever after'."

"I'm still not sold on the 'happily' part of that."

"Neither am I. There's a hard road ahead before we can get to a world where that's possible. And no, we can't just stay here forever, the beings providing this place will boot us out if we try."

"Well, at least you're honest about it."

"I try."

"Err, Rein? Did I remember that right?"

"Yep!"

"How do you feel about all this?"

"He's-" Rein looks at me, then dons a mischievous smile and darts over to whisper in Pyrrha's ear so I can't hear her. Oh dear. Pyrrha's eyes get wider and wider as she speaks, and her cheeks turn a deep red, the color sweeping out to her ears and all the way down her neck and chest to the top of her bustier.

It takes her a few minutes to recover her composure, but finally she clears her throat and asks "Not a slave hmm?"

"In fairness, she came through the portal calling me master before any of the mental effects had a chance to start working. Then she asked for the shroud, despite knowing that as an AI it would give me root access. Remember what I said about a girl choosing to submit being hot?"

Pyrrha smiles then, looking genuinely relieved. "She was rather more explicit, but your stories match."

"Oh, good. She's still not allowed to cum though." Her blush races back down her neck and she coughs, caught off guard.

"Is that what she meant by wonderfully mean?" She clears her throat a few more times. "Don't think you can do that with me."

"Does that mean I can do other things with you?"

"I'll think about it."

"Ok. Just be aware we're on a countdown before getting kicked through the portal."

"Oh, that resets when you bind her." Rein chimes in. "I just checked the documentation. New purchases and application of new bindings resets the countdown. But you can only push the time out so far before running out of points."

"Oh, no pressure." Pyrrha knows how to give the most innocuous words teeth.

"Yeah, I wasn't exactly warned about the time limit before getting into this either. I'll give you some time to think about it, just… not more than we actually have." Standing to leave, it occurs to me that there's one more thing she might want to know about. "Oh, by the way, this whole 'Sweet Home' place is supposed to come with workshop space for everyone I 'purchase' to work on their gear." I add the air quotes to the word. "So somewhere around here should be a mechashift workshop with a supply of Dust that works outside Remnant. I don't know if you find that meditative, but I knew a few soldiers in my past life who found it relaxing." I can't help snickering and adding "Ruby might sleep with me just for the unlimited supplies for Crescent Rose."

"And Yang would kill you for suggesting it." Pyrrha laughs

"Yeah, probably. I'm going to go flying, if you need something ask HANNA to message me."

"Who's she?"

"The house. HANNA, introduce yourself."

"I am the Home Automation Neural Network Assistant, HANNA"

"She's K-200 smart, not person smart, so don't expect great conversation. But she can get ahold of me and Rein if you need." Turning to the tiny girl, I extend a hand. "Fly with me?"

It's a bit of a shock when she swan dives into my hand. The icy chill of her magic flows through me and Pyrrha's jaw drops when my own pigmentation changes to mach Rein. Meanwhile her presence inside me brings my linker core into sharp definition, along with the structure of the magic running throughout my body. "Not quite what I meant, but sure."

"You're waaaay faster in the air than I am."

"What the? She just-" Hmm, I should probably recombobulate Pyrrha before leaving if I want her thinking about the actual question of the hour.

"She's a Unison Device. They're designed to merge with a mage to help amplify or control their magic. It also makes them wonderful teachers since they can guide your own magic into the correct forms." That seems to satisfy her, and as I leave the room I hear her ask HANNA about the workshop.

Just walking toward the beach quickly has me on edge from the friction of my clothing. Trying to figure out why brings me to a rapid realization. "Faster in the air, right, and the fact that I'm getting blasted by your need to cum has nothing to do with it."

"Of course not!"

"You're just asking for it."

"Pleeeeeeease!?!?"

"No."

My full size is every bit as large as I remember from right after my arrival, and takeoff leaves a wind-blasted divot in the sand. Soon though I'm looking down on my domain from above, circling in a thermal to gain more altitude. It's deeply satisfying somehow to do this, more than just the thrill of flight, having actual territory just feels right. It's not something I desired in my previous life, no real desire to own lots of land, or a big house. Well, maybe as a commercial endeavor, but it would have been for the money not the territory. Now though, now I can easily understand all the tales of a dragon just showing up and declaring a kingdom theirs. It's a tempting thought, but if I were to go that direction I'd probably do it by expanding this pocket dimension instead of taking over somewhere outside.

"Greedy dragon."

"Hey now, heckling your master is liable to get you tickled."

"Eep!" I get the impression she's giggling in my head and just roll my eyes.

The other amazing thing is how damn clear my vision is. I'm over a kilometer up but I can still see a small herd of deer. "Venison for dinner you think?"

"Are you going to cook it? On the stove or a grill, not breath-charred."

To my slight surprise, I hadn't actually considered that. They look tasty as they are, which is another change from the human mindset. "Sure, we can do that." Diving on prey like this has me salivating on the way down. They're a loooong way off, even if I can see them clearly, so I have plenty of time to imagine the taste.

"Just don't crash."

"I think I have this." I try to push the idea of my pullout point to her. It's kind of strange, but the target altitude just feels right. Probably more dragon instinct.

"Yeah, looks good."

*CrunchTHUD* The terminally startled deer don't have a chance to react before I land on a couple of them with my front paws, not quite cratering them into the ground beneath, but rather definitively breaking all their legs with the impact. They're still sort of alive after that, making terrible noises from the pain, so I take the obvious solution. I bite their heads off.

"Hmm… Crunchy"

"Ewwwwwww… I'm never staying unisoned while you hunt again. Shattered skull and raw brains! Blearugh!!!"

"Tastes fine to me?" Another reminder of just how different this body is, but I don't have a problem with this one.

Grabbing the pair of deer by their hind legs, I take to the skies again with a great leap to get my wings clear of the trees. It's only a few minutes back to the house, but it should be enough time for them to drain through the open necks.

…

"Errr… I don't know how to clean a deer."

"Here." The now separated again Rein flits over to hover above them and spins up a bunch of small circles. "Frigid Dagger!" The familiar swarm of flying ice knives is slower than usual, moving in controlled patterns. In only a couple minutes she has the carcassas cleaned and butchered into steaks and roasts. "Done!"

"Nice." Grabbing her out of the air, I hold her in one hand and administer headpats with the other. She leans her head into it, contented sounds escaping.

"If you leave the meat out it'll spoil."

"Yeah, lets get it inside."

After several hours hidden away in the workshop, Pyrrha emerges following the smell of grilling venison. Her arrival is announced by her growling stomach, to her embarrassment and my amusement. "That smells good."

"I took a couple deer, you can have as much as you want."

"Thank you." The smile when she takes my plate is worth it, and I just turn around to start another. I know it's a dangerous pattern, too many waifus and I'd never get a bite myself, but if I let it get that far I'll have only myself to blame. That definitely would be 'too many waifus'.

Pyrrha carries her prize around to sit across the bar from the grill, sliding onto the stool even as her knife starts cutting the steak on its own. I grin as I watch the morsel approach her lips, noting her smiling back as I do. Then it hits her taste buds and her eyes roll up, lashes fluttering. "Mmmmm… It's perfect."

"Glad you like it." Waiting for her eyes to open again, I look directly into them and add another pair of steaks to the grill. Thinner this time, marinated in lime and pepper. The citrus hitting the fire steams up and adds a nice counterpoint to the smells already filling the air. "I figure I'll need to make extra if I want any."

Pyrrha blushes nicely, dropping her eyes to her plate and starting to cut another bite. "Sorry, it's just so good."

"It's fine, watching you enjoy it is rewarding in its own way. Besides, I expected this sort of thing to happen when I picked perfect cooking as one of my perks." She looks back up from her meal, bite of steak on her fork nearly to her lips.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, not one I can share with the shroud sadly, but I can share the food."

"It sounds somewhat frivolous." She looks at the food again. "But I won't complain." The bite pops into her mouth, and her tongue darts out to catch a drip of the juice that threatens to run down her chin.

"Maybe, but women love a man who can cook." I wink and grin, searching for a reaction. Sadly she's too focused on the food in her mouth to notice. "And it means I get to eat world-class cooking for the rest of time." She nods agreement and I flip the rib steaks. The skirt needs another minute, and then I'll add the peppers.

…

Once we're both stuffed silly, and the dishes are being handled by a shroud construct, Pyrrha follows me to the west lounge and takes a seat on the couch next to me in silence for a while. Eventually she breaks said silence, voice still a little hesitant, but certain enough of her decision. "James?"

"Yes?" Looking over I find her staring at me instead of the window now.

"I'll do it."

"I'm glad." Lifting my arm, I silently invite her to scoot closer before wrapping it around her when she does. "Let's watch the sunset, then go to bed." Pyrrha is surprisingly warm against my side, firm and soft each in all the right places, and just the right relative height that when she rests her head against my shoulder, I can rest my cheek on the top of her head perfectly.

…

"If this world is only forty five kilometers across, how does it have a sunset?" After quite a while of silence, that's the question she asks. Admittedly I'm kind of wondering the same thing.

"I'm not sure. Magic probably." As the faux-sun gradually sinks lower, painting the sky in all the reds and purples on the way to darkness, I let my fingers start stroking Pyrrha's hip between the bottom of her armored bustier and the top of her skirt. The location itself is innocuous, but it turns out there are a few sensitive locations along that gap. I keep a light touch, no real pattern to my wandering fingers save that they stay on skin she's deliberately left bare. A few minutes later my newly upgraded nose picks up the scent I've been waiting for. It's not a signal to pick up the pace, I don't want her uncomfortable, just uncomfortably horny, it'll make things easier on her once the sun finishes going down.

Her hips start squirming aimlessly, seemingly without her notice at first, but there's nothing to rock against with my fingers well away from anywhere obviously naughty. After a few more minutes she lays her hand atop mine, and my breath catches for a moment before she pulls it down, guiding my fingers under the waistband of her skirt. Lifting my head and looking down at her face, I find her looking back with trepidation in her eyes, though it diminishes when I just smile. "Little out-of-order." I joke, leaning in to capture her lips.

The taste is only special because it's hers, but that's enough. With my new senses I doubt I could ever be fooled in a kissing booth, and I commit her flavor to memory, with a note to study it in greater depth later. When I pull back she gives me a wry look. "Out of order? I'm more worried about the speed."

"Fair, but I should at least make a stop by first base. It's poor form to steal second right from the dugout."

"What?" Her question brings me up short. She doesn't know- Well, if they don't have baseball.

"Huh, now there's some culture clash. It's a sports reference applied to dating, but if you don't have the same sport…"

"I won't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah. So, I don't feel like explaining all the rules right now, but you can look them up later. Despite turning into a common analogy for sex, they're boring enough some guys use them to hold out longer." That makes her start laughing, but she snuggles back into my side so I'm not too worried. She also tugs on my hand again, pulling it farther under her skirt. This time I don't interrupt to set things in the proper order, there's no need, the humor already served to relax her nerves at least a little. I don't go straight for the prize either, instead continuing the general meandering touches wherever my perk guides my hand. Her breathing deepens, gaining a slight shudder to it before too much longer, and I finally relent.

Pyrrha's bush is neatly trimmed, as far as I can tell by touch, and rather damp around her lips. She moans quietly at that contact, before I even brush along her slit directly. When I do she gets a bit louder and rocks her hips forward, but I just let my fingers move with her. I'm a horrible tease, I know, but I'm having fun exploring her body and listening to her voice. Where Rein has a cute little innie, Pyrrha is right on the line between innie and outie. Her inner lips line up almost perfectly with the outer, at least while she's turned on they do, bloodflow can change a lot. It also lets me stroke one fingertip along the edge of both pairs all at once, something she apparently enjoys quite a bit.

"Oh! I- That's, keep going!" Her voice rises to a sharp high note when I brush across the tip of her clit. That's another difference, with Rein I had to go digging with the tendrils I was using, hunting her tiny bean in it's equally tiny burrow. Pyrrha's just stands up and salutes, exposed and vulnerable. On the other hand, sticky fingers is telling me to abuse the fuck out of that vulnerability where it warned me off of Rein's at first earlier. Following that feeling I slip a pair of fingers between her lips and draw them up to her clit, dragging her juices with them to make sure I don't actually cause any chafing.

Then I make her scream. My fingers trap her clit between them and sliding around, squishing the engorged bean this way and that, careful not to actually pinch down on it instead. There's a moment of silence, then the most wonderful full-throated scream of pleasure. Well, for a little bit anyway. Turns out I'm physically unable to restrain a thrashing Pyrrha while in human form, at least for now, so I end up rolling away with a bruised ego and nose.

As her orgasm trails off without me working to extend it, she returns to her senses and looks around for me, finding me sitting on the floor holding my nose. "Oh gods, I'm soo sorry!" She immediately apologizes, sounding supremely embarrassed.

"I'm fine, or will be." I reassure her while she kneels down next to me inspecting the damage, limited as it is. "How do you feel about continuing in one of my other forms?" I pause a moment to let her process that, then add "You know, so I can take a hit like that and keep going. You sounded like you were having lots of fun." I'm not sure whether she was gearing up to object or agree, but that derails her into a few seconds of embarrassed brain-lock.

She finally settles on "You'd get along great with Yang, and then Weiss would strangle both of you." as her response to the teasing, then falls silent again for a bit. "Your dragon-faunus form is fine."

"Great." I shift as I stand up, towering over her by more than a meter. The sun is down at this point, so I sweep her off her feet and start marching toward my bedroom, Pyrrha held in a princess carry for the second time today. The master bedroom is pretty close by, centrally located and surrounded by smaller suites, clearly designed for, well, a harem.

"Interesting bed." Pyrrha remarks as I set her back on her feet next to it.

"It works for every form and still has room for guests." I grin down at her and wiggle my eyebrows lecherously. "I have to compress my full dragon form quite a bit just to fit in the building, but once I do the pillow nest is great." bowing down to meet her lips, I also slide my fingers into her hair, just under the band holding her ponytail in place. My other hand slides around her waist and helps pull her against me for the kiss.

I somehow expected her to flinch away from my draconic form, but she's not from my world, and apparently lacks the prejudices of hers. Or at least has them under tight control. Her hands come up to explore the contours of my face, and she's a bit hesitant in returning the kiss, but it seems to be more a matter of not knowing how given the altered shape of my mouth. Which is fair, I'm not entirely certain of how myself, I'm just cheating with magically imbued reflexes. Actually thinking about it, it's awkward to say the least with the stiff lips. On the other hand, the drawback to one aspect of kissing is balanced by an improvement to another. Slowly extending my tongue, I flick the split tip across her lips, requesting entrance. Once she grants it I just tease the tip of her tongue, inviting it out to play.

She doesn't seem to have much experience with this sort of kissing, but to be fair I'm sort of re-learning how to do it with a dragon's tongue myself. I just get to cheat by way of perks. It's horribly unfair to just know she'll enjoy this but not that, allowing me to give her the impression I'm a lot better at such linguistic duels than I really am. Or am I? The perks are part of me now, just because I bought them instead of being born with them doesn't mean anything. Life is what you make of what you start with.

Shoving the philosophical musings aside, I focus on the important things, like the gorgeous girl melting in my arms. My own clothes are entirely shroud-formed at this point, but hers aren't, and they're in the way. It's an easily solved problem, I don't even need to break the kiss. She does break away for a moment when she feels the shroud starting to work on her buckles and laces, tugging against the hand in her hair to take a look. "They're in the way." I say, gently pulling on her hair to bring her lips back.

"And you're impatient."

"We are on a timer, as much as I wish we weren't."

"Mmm." She lets herself melt into my arms again, and my shroud goes back to work. I keep everything bundled together as I remove it, better to cocoon her with it than take time incorporating it later, but she doesn't need to worry about it. The articulation in her leg armor is rather complex, some pieces sliding through each other in ways distinctive of mechashift, maintaining better protection around the joints without impairing her mobility. Eventually I decide to just leave it on, it's basically bronze stockings, and a girl in nothing but stockings is pretty hot.

Once everything's removed I use the shroud to lift myself up, Pyrrha still held in my arms, and flop sideways into my nest. She laughs at me for that as we bounce on the pillows, before pulling away to ask. "What about your clothes?"

"What clothes?" With that I retract the shroud from covering my body, revealing the glossy scales and unreal definition this form possesses. Her eyes widen, and I can see her focus jumping around, taking in the sight before her. It's easy to tell when she looks at my dick, since her eyes go wide.

"That's not going to fit."

"Maybe not all of it. Not yet anyway, but let's find out how much will fit hmm?"

"Very well." She answers gamely. "Be gentle?"

Rolling onto my back, I pull her with me, leaving her straddling my waist, cock pressing against her lower back. "You be on top first, that way you can control the depth." Nodding, she tries to rise up on her knees and discovers one drawback of the pillow nest style bed. After a bit of shuffling she ends up standing on the bottom of the nest while I'm elevated by the ones remaining beneath me. It's actually a pretty good position, if awkward to get to.

I wrap one hand around the base to aim, and to keep her from just falling all the way down if her knees give out. It also lets me tease her lips a bit with my tip as she tries to get lined up. She's rather juicy from all the finger-play earlier, and I end up with her dripping down my length before we even really get started. Judging things sufficiently coated, I just hold steady before she does more than narrow her eyes at me, and she starts sinking down. Almost immediately her eyes go wide, inexperienced nerves and muscles shouting into her mind that something big is happening. Fortunately for her, a lifetime of martial arts obliterated any troublesome hymen long ago, so that source of pain is absent from the experience.

From my end it's pretty intense too. Rein's dupli-pussy is a hell of a lot of fun, but there's also something to be said for the sight of a beautiful woman straddling your dick and sinking down of her own accord. The sounds she makes are wonderful, the way her whole body twitches exquisite. Maybe I shouldn't compare women while fucking one, but I can't help at least a little such thinking. "Oh gods…" She bites her lip and leans down to support some of her weight with her hands on my abs. There's maybe fifteen centimeters in her at this point, but it's also thick and ridged for her pleasure. I suspect there's a sex toy designer several dozen universes away responsible for the default shape of my dick, but I'm not complaining.

At this point every additional centimeter is accompanied by gasps and whimpers, her tight pussy slowly oozing around me under her weight. Pyrrha's eyes are closed tight as she tries to cope with the feelings. It's only a few more centimeters before she hits my hand, and as much as I'd like to just bury myself in her, that would absolutely ruin her first time. Instead I just give her time to catch her breath, letting her sit on my hand. It doesn't actually take her that long, benefits of being incredibly fit, and she opens her eyes again to look up at my face. "Wow." Breath escapes her in the form of gentle laughter, a big smile and eyes closed as she takes a moment to just feel.

"Thanks! Step up from your fingers huh?"

Pyrrha snorts at the joke, then blushes as she admits "The haft of Milo's spear form actually."

"Oh really? So how does my spear compare to yours?" It's a terrible joke, but she laughs anyway, endorphins surging through her system making everything better. Then her quads tighten, I can see their definition through her flawless skin, and she starts to rise. She doesn't get far, the trembling that sets in quickly robs the strength from her legs and forces her to lean on my abs again.

"Ohhh!" She cries out at the sudden drop, but with my hand in the way she doesn't go too far. Instead she just ends up back where she started. I can see goosebumps rising along her skin, before she takes a deep breath and tries a different approach. Spreading her feet so she can lock her knees, she locks her elbows too with her hands against my stomach and simply rocks forward to pull herself up my dick. It works much better, and she brings herself most of the way to the tip before reversing, slow movements that soon speed up.

Internally she's getting the hang of it as well. Her pussy may be inexperienced, but she has plenty of core strength, along with aura to support the muscles that have never really been exercised before. Her cries grow in volume as she goes, and her pussy trembles around me. Before too much longer she starts shaking again, the same flailing I saw back on the couch. Without locked elbows and knees she just flops down on top of me and shakes her way through her orgasm.

For my part, I let go of my dick to wrap my arms around her waist and shoulders, holding her in place so I can make short thrusts with just my hips. That lets me resume the pace she set before losing control, and her volume increases as I continue fucking her through her orgasm, drawing it out longer. Between our bodies I extend a tendril of my shroud to latch onto her clit, mixing a larger version the suckling cup I used on Rein's nipples with the forest of tiny tendrils I used elsewhere. Pyrrha just completely locks up, going silent and throwing her head back, eyes rolled back and jaw wide open. It's not technically an ahego since her tongue isn't extended, but it's close.

Her mind and most of her body may have checked out, but her pussy is still very much an active participant, very eager despite lack of experience. The chaotic rippling and clenching doesn't really have any pattern to it, but it gets the job done with sheer enthusiasm "Oh fuck! Pyrrha!" I join her in orgasm, pleasure roaring through me for a bit as I pump her depths full of nigh-scalding cum.

Then it's over and I relax, just holding her to me while I enjoy the afterglow and finally allow her orgasm to end. When it does she simply collapses, like a puppet with cut strings. Her breathin.

Chapter 1333 - Glaurung