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Draconicon's Rule 34 Harem

Chapter 1: Starting in the Sewers

Sponsored by Sanmer

By Draconicon

The shimmering portal closed behind the black dragon, the brief light of his magic departing and leaving the sewers as dark and shadowed as ever they had been. The lights that the city of New York installed long ago were barely alive, active in name only, and he wouldn't have been surprised if the city had decided to just shut off the power unless someone announced they were going under the city.

After all, who wanted to look at rivers of sludge? Who wanted to shine a light on the city's nastiest parts, particularly when, as far as they knew, there was no one there to see it?

Draconicon shook his head, waving his hands. A shimmer of black fire ran down his legs, sheathing them in protective layers of magical force to keep the slime around him from coating his scales. It might have been cleaner than nightmares of the underground would have painted it, but it was still filthy under the streets. There was a reason that it was used for the disposal of waste, after all.

Here's hoping that the ninjas down here are a bit cleaner than their environment.

The black dragon turned his head to look up and down the tunnels around him. His white eyes provided a hint of illumination, and he had no doubt that it would be used to track him once the turtles found out that they had a visitor. They'd follow the white eyes, use it as a way of telling where he was in the dark like the ninjas they were, and probably ignore the fact that their eyes did the same thing.

He chuckled under his breath, holding his hands out to the sides. The black shimmer of his power rose from his palms once more, extending down each side of the tunnel and into the darkness. The dragon felt for signs of life, taking in the heartbeats and presence of rats, of little feral cats, of dogs that had fallen down storm drains and more.

It continued further and further out until he felt the presence of things that were bigger than the wildlife that filled the sewers. He chuckled, swirling his power about, knowing that it was getting the attention of the different turtles as he touched their minds.

Half a mile south of me, through four different turning points.

As soon as he felt all four of them, they started moving. Doubtless, they wanted to see what sort of intruder he was, what they were dealing with, and he couldn't blame them. If someone had hopped into his home via the same means that he had done...

Well, it wouldn't have worked, honestly, considering the number of wards that he had set up around his place of dwelling, but he knew that if it had, he would have responded with a great deal of aggression, isolating the intruder before capturing them.

The turtles would doubtlessly be trying for the same, and he could feel them splitting up, all four of them taking different routes to reach him.

Let's see just who gets to me first...

The black dragon smiled as he took a turn of his own, pressing his hand to the concrete walls of the sewer tunnels. A little magic flared from his palm, and the concrete faded away, corrupted and reshaped into a doorway. The black fire continued eating away at the concrete, forming an arched tunnel that connected to one of the other main sewer lines.

Come and find me, Draconicon thought as he walked down the corridor, feeling the presence of the different turtles getting closer and closer. They must have been using some of the purple one's gadgets for speed, shooting down the different tunnels at a surprisingly high velocity.

He decided to slow them down a little bit. They had fought with magical forces before, but never something quite like him.

The black dragon reached out through the soles of his feet, extending his magic into the concrete and then into the wet swells of sludge in the main lines. He found the rats, the cats, the beasts that lived in the sewer, and in three different areas, he forced them to grow.

The feeling of life in his head expanded as he made monsters out of rats, forged predators out of cats, created packs out of feral dogs that had been cast adrift. They were bigger than people, blocking the routes forward, and he knew that the ninjas would be forced to re-route or fight through the different obstacles that he had placed before them.

That was fine. One of them was still on approach, and it was just the one that the black dragon wanted.

Eventually, Draconicon made his way to one of the open chambers of the sewer, one over a water processing chamber with a floor of metal mesh. It wasn't the most comfortable, but at least the smell was better. He pulled his robe a bit tighter as he walked onto the metal mesh, lifting his hand.

The black fire came again, forming into a circle before collapsing in on itself. It condensed, then sparked, creating a yellow light that bobbed over his fingers, casting enough light to fill the room and then some.

It also illuminated the blur that went by in the sewer line just below the chamber.

That would be him, he thought. Making his way quite quickly, too. Very impressive.

Draconicon watched as the turtle's vehicle came to a sudden stop, the rider moving in a blur of motion as he leaped from the jet ski thing to the tunnel wall, then from there to a support near the ceiling.

Flicker, flicker, flicker. It was faster than watching an experienced gymnast, someone that had no wasted movements, no sudden stops, no doubts about what they were doing and how they were going to do it. It was not quite poetry in motion, but it approached it, and that was good enough.

He didn't bother trying to stop the ninja. After all, if he wanted to see them in action, to see if they were worth his plans, then he might as well let them show off.

The turtle swung, jumped, and kicked off a dozen different surfaces before leaping over the railing that surrounded the platform the dragon stood on. He landed hard, his two-toed feet stomping into the metal floor as he drew his weapons.

The two sai blades clicked against each other as he tapped them together before pointing them at the dragon, and the mage smiled, bowing his head in greeting.

"It's good to meet you, Raphael."

"Don't know how you know who I am, but if you think that you can just invade our home, you got another thing coming."

"I'm sure I do. I've heard many good things about you and your brothers. Enough to come here with an offer."

"Whatever it is, you can take that offer and shove it. The others will be here any second, so if you want to get out without a bruising, clear out now."

"Hmmm, and if I decide that I want to stay? If I want to see what you can do?"

"Heh. Then I'm happy to show you, but don't blame me when you get sent to the hospital."

The red-banded turtle lunged forward, sai stabbing for the dragon's guts, only to be caught in a field of force about two inches away from the mage's scales. Draconicon reached down, tapping the edge of the blade.

"Not bad. Very fine speed, if I might say so."

"Nnngh. What's that, some kind of force field?"

"You might say that. You want to try again?"

The turtle glared at him, but only for a second. Perhaps less. Then he was on the move. There was a flicker of movement, the turtle leaping to the side, kicking up. He was probably testing to see if the force field was all around the dragon or if it had to be directed in place of the blows.

It was both, of course. The strongest part of the shield happened to be wherever Draconicon thought it to be, where he directed it to manifest, but his entire body was covered. It was just a matter of whether Raphael could punch through it.

Flick, flick, flick. The turtle tested it from a number of different points. Left, right, behind. Even above. Draconicon looked up as he saw the turtle leap in the air, a slight smirk on his mouth as Raphael came down foot-first, kick-stomping at his face.

All that happened was that the turtle's two-toed foot was flattened out against the shield, giving the dragon a perfect view of the lovely sole. Surprisingly clean, when it came down to it, though starting to shimmer slightly as the ninja worked up a bit of a sweat from the fight.

The roughest of the turtles grunted as he ground his foot against the top of the dragon's shield, all while the mage just smiled.

"You seem to be having a hard time up there. Do you want to try that again?"

"What the hell are you using?"

"Nothing that I won't be willing to share."

"Ugh!"

Raphael jumped off of him, landing on his feet after a backflip that took him right to the edge of the little arena they were in. The red-banded turtle looked back towards the sewer lines, probably expecting to see his brothers. Of course, they were nowhere to be seen.

"Waiting for Leonardo, Raphael? Or are you hoping to see Donatello come in and tell you how to get past my defenses? Or maybe you're thinking that you can find Michaelangelo and he can come up with something that is so off the wall that it has to work, hmm?"

"How do you know all of us? What the hell are you?"

"I'm here to become your new boss. I doubt that I can shift you to call me Master while Splinter is still around, but I'm open to that in the future."

"You son of a -"

"Ah ah. You don't want to say that just yet."

Draconicon smiled, snapping his fingers. The railing around the arena suddenly flickered, black fire rising up from it and going down, covering the whole area in a protective barrier of his power. The dragon's smile grew a bit stronger, a bit wider as he looked at the turtle, slowly shaking his head.

"I'd prefer to keep your attention on the here and now, Raphael. I've shown you that you can't hit me. Perhaps for once, you should put that brain to work and see if you can listen to me, instead of just trying to hit me."

"...What...is this? This isn't some sort of Foot technology."

"No, though you'll be serving a different sort of foot by the time that we're done here."

"What are you talking about? Seriously, who the hell are you?"

"My name is Draconicon. And I'm here to get you and your brothers to join my...let's call it a support group. I am willing to offer you quite a few deals, quite a few toys if you're willing to do what I tell you."

"A ninja serves his master and no others."

"That's what I was hoping you wouldn't say."

He sighed, shaking his head.

"I guess I was hoping for a bit too much when you were the first one here. Maybe one of the others would be smart enough to go along with what I'm offering."

"You stay away from my brothers. I don't know who you are, but -"

"Raphael, I've told you who I am. Now, I guess I'm going to have to deal with you before making the offer to someone else."

The turtle shouted at the top of his lungs, launching himself into another flying kick. This time, the dragon didn't let it hit his shield.

This time, he caught the turtle by the ankle, flipping him over his head before slamming him down on the metal mesh. As expected, the turtle's shell kept him from actually being injured, but it did knock the wind right out of him.

He kept his grip around Raphael's ankle, keeping the turtle's foot in the air, but he stepped forward, stomping on the turtle's chest before pushing his foot down on the big guy's face. The ninja grunted under him, groaning from the pressure on his chest, probably struggling slightly to keep breathing easily.

That was alright with him. Best for him to start learning his place underfoot now rather than be pushed into it later over and over and over again.

"Now, as long as I have you down there, I want you to pay attention," he said, sliding the sole of his foot along the turtle's slippery face. He pressed the heel down over Raphael's lips, keeping them closed, while his toes found the reptile's cheeks, forehead, and other places rather fun to stroke, to drum on. He made sure to keep the turtle down, to hold him underfoot, to remind him of where he belonged and where he was supposed to be.

"You have lost this fight," he stated, flat-out. "You can't hit me, and you can't beat me. You're fast, faster than the average person, and certainly quite a bit stronger. And yet, for all that, for all your training, you can't hit me. On the other hand, I can literally do whatever I want to you without even trying.

"I want you to let that sink in for a moment. Do you think that you can win against me if I let you go? Do you think that you, and all your brothers, can win against me if I let you all fight me at once?"

"Nnngh...no."

"Now, what does that tell you? Think for a change, and see if you can come up with the right answer."

"We can't fight you."

"That's obvious. What's the next part of the answer?"

"..."

"I know you're not the brains of the operation, Raphael, but I know even you have thought of the right answer. You just don't want to say it."

"Fuck off."

The world didn't like that particular word, he could tell. There was a flicker through it, not quite a crack, not quite a disturbance, but it did not like an adult word like that getting spread through it. He chuckled to himself. It was going to get a lot more than just a word by the time that he was done here.

"I guess you need an education on the power of magic, then."

The black dragon smiled, one hand stroking a thumb along the bottom of the turtle's foot while the other summoned more of his magic. Once again, the black fires burned over his palm, but this time, they swirled down in a spiraling circle, moving down to wrap around Raphael's cock.

The turtle gasped as the dragon's magic reached under his shell, finding the slight gap just under his tail and between his legs where the little thing hid most of the time. The dragon twitched his finger, curling it up in a twisting motion, and the tendrils of his magic caught the tip of the turtle's shaft, slowly encouraging it to come out with little rubs and strokes.

"Nnngh! What...what the hell...I...nnnngh!"

The touch was pleasure incarnate, the dragon was aware. The spell was made to reach into the flesh, to find the nerves that required touching, teasing, pleasing. It was rather fun, in a way, particularly when it was something that would make someone else squirm. The turtle's cock was hardening rather quickly, pushing up and out from between his legs, starting to firm up and show off quite a hard little thing. He smiled as he pushed it with his tail, encouraging it to keep growing.

By the time that it was done rising up, rolling out from under the turtle's legs and pointing at the dragon like a little green rod, he could see the tip already starting to get a little wet, a little slick, a little damp. The hint of pre-cum gave enough scent to actually fill the room, to tell him that the turtle was enjoying this more than he really wanted to.

The black dragon smiled, spinning his finger and sending the spell tendrils in a circle around the turtle's cock. It ran down the green flesh in a coiling motion, going all the way to the base and giving it a good squeeze, enough to get it throbbing again, to make the humanoid head spill more pre-cum, oozing down along the sides.

"Yes, that's it. Get nice and hard for me."

"Nnng. Get your filthy...magic...off my dick!"

"You're going to have more than this down there before long."

"If you - Nnngh!"

The dragon's spells had reached the base of the shaft, squeezing it tight, pulling it hard and taut against the turtle's shell. It didn't take long for the tendrils to reach down to the internal sacks that the turtles had, forcing them to grow, too, forming little bulges against Raphael's shell, making them bigger and more noticeable.

He ignored the turtle's hole for the moment. He was sure that he'd have a fun time breeding that thing later, but for now...

For now, he wanted this to be nice and hard, nice and ready for play.

A few more strokes with the tendrils made sure that the turtle's cock was as hard and sensitive as it could possibly be, getting nice and twitchy for him. He stepped off of the fighter, the ninja leaping to his feet as soon as he was no longer pinned.

"What the hell did you do to me?!" he shouted, gesturing down at his cock, at the stripes and spirals of black that ran from the base to the tip. "What the hell did you do to my dick?!"

"I decided to mark it as mine," the dragon said with a chuckle. "After all, that was part of the deal. I give each of you greater strength, greater speed, the chance to use your abilities for something a bit more interesting than protecting the city of New York, and you do what I tell you."

"You - I didn't agree to that, though! We didn't make a deal."

"No, but you're going to. I just thought that you needed a little bit of...persuasion."

The black dragon snapped his fingers again, and the spirals and stripes along the turtle's cock started moving, sliding up and down along the shaft, almost like they were snakes stroking along his member. The pressure would be utterly perfect, the tension and pleasure that came from it sublime. He had studied how dicks worked for a long time, and knew exactly what it took to make them tick and twitch and pulse.

The fact that the turtle thrust his hips forward as soon as the black dragon had started the spell going again told him that he had guessed right with this one. A lot of pleasure right under the head, a bit at the base, and a hunger to feel it getting squeezed tightly, possessively.

"And, of course, I can't just let you forget about your cock, can I? I can't have it throbbing like that, looking so much smaller than your master's. I imagine that you'd want to show it off once you got home, when you start lying to your brothers about how nothing happened."

"What...you're just gonna - Nnngh - let me go?"

Raphael was looking more and more tired, more and more beleaguered by the stuff that the dragon was doing to him. The fact that he was on the verge of dropping his sai made the black dragon smirk a bit, his cock twitching as well inside of his robe.

But he didn't pull it out. Not yet. He wanted to save that for when he was able to really go after the turtles, for when they were submitting to him. He wanted to see their eyes all light up at once when they realized what had conquered them, what they would be serving.

So, instead, he gestured at the turtle's cock once more, his fingers twitching, then pulling at air. The motions pulled at the magic in the turtle's shaft, which in turn -

"NNNNGH!"

Raphael fell to his knees, slamming his fists against his thighs as his cock started growing. It pushed forward, getting longer and longer with each passing second. The green shaft was slowly expanding, the head rising up, the shaft following, thickening, the whole thing bloating out.

"What were you when we started? About five inches? Five and a half?" the dragon asked, the turtle unable to respond save through moans. "Well, let's bring that up a bit. Five inches? Six? Seven?" he asked.

The cock continued to throb upwards, getting thicker, harder, heavier. He could see the flesh starting to bunch up, the head starting to drip more and more, sending rivers of pre along the sides, making it slippery to look at, slimy to the touch, he had no doubt.

The black dragon pulled his hand up, and the cock lurched forward again. Eight inches, then nine, where he left it to throb and twitch, the rolling, spiraling, coiling marks of the spell on the shaft getting thicker and stronger, making it hard to see some of the green underneath all of them.

It was a beautiful sight, to him, a reminder of his power, as was the way that Raphael was squirming like a madman, almost falling from his knees to all fours as his hips hunched, thrusting up against the air.

"This is a gift of pleasure, Raphael," he said, twisting his fingers around, pulling at the magic, making the mystical handjob continue its milking ways. "But if you want to feel the end of the gift, if you want more, then you're going to need to submit to me. You will need to call me boss, at least, if not master."

"Nnngh...I'll never...ever do that..."

"You'll do far more than that by the time that I'm through with you, my little turtle," he said with a small smirk. "Do you know how many times I've heard people tell me that they don't want to submit? That they don't want someone to call them slave, or pet, or toy? How many have sworn that they will never call me by anything that puts me over them?

"Too many to count, little turtle. Too many to count. I have ruled over more people than you have ever seen, more than you will ever see. It's part of what it means to be me, to have this power. There is only so much that you can do for others."

He shook his head, watching as the turtle's hips slowly stilled, no longer thrusting. The young male had some willpower, then, something that allowed him to resist the pleasure to an extent. That was good, he supposed. It meant that the turtle wouldn't become a total slut when they were completely conquered by him.

With a gesture, Draconicon dropped the barrier around them, allowing it to fade and allowing the turtle a way out, finally.

"I will stay in the sewers for a while. If one of your brothers finds me, then I will give him the same offer that I gave you. If you return first, perhaps I'll give you more gifts than them. But if they find me..."

He left it there. Even the somewhat brute-brained Raphael would know that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. If he wanted to take charge, if he wanted to be the one in charge of the TMNT, then he needed to step up. He needed to take the deal. Otherwise, they might find themselves led by someone else.

Hell, they might find themselves led by the goofy doofus of Michelangelo. The idea of that...

Even the dragon had to suppress a shudder at the thought, but at least that would be a good threat.

"I'll let you go."

"Nnngh...just like...like that?"

"Just like that. You will find me again if you want to, I'm sure."

"..."

The red-banded turtle left, jumping off the platform and running for the jet ski down in the sewer line. By the time that the black dragon walked over to the edge of the railing, the vehicle and its rider were gone.

He'll be back, he thought, shaking his head. He won't be able to resist.

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Raphael was zooming through the sewer lines, trying to ignore the feeling of pleasure that continued to throb and milk at his attention and manhood below the waist. Every time that it clenched against him, every time that his cock throbbed up in a desperate, needy move, he felt the urge to grab it and just jerk it off.

The fact that it was so much bigger was sexier than he wanted to admit, and the feeling of it begging to be sheathed in something wasn't exactly an easy one to suppress. The only reason that he was able to keep on the move right now instead of giving into that urge was due to all the training that Master Splinter had given him and his brothers, and that? That was not going to be enough for long.

He grunted every time that his cock jumped, feeling the slight ache that came from it being so hard. The feeling of it slapping against his shell didn't make it better, either. He swore that it was going to be bruised if he didn't do something to get off, but...

All you have to do is submit...

The white-eyed dragon sent a shudder down his spine. There was something about him, something wrong with him that made Raphael think of the different demons that they'd fought that the Shredder and other villains had summoned. The idea of facing against that again, with or without his brothers, didn't fill him with confidence.

The way that he'd been stared at, it was clear that the dragon didn't just want him and his brothers for some sort of mercenary group, or for a squad of hitmen. There was something else, something far more perverted there.

And the way that he stared at me...at my feet, and my...

He'd seen the slight flicker in the dragon's eyes as he had been pinned down, as those huge black feet had pinned him to the metal mesh. He'd smelled their scent, the powerful musk there, something stronger and more primal than the jock musk that he was used to from his brothers in their shared bedroom.

The way that the dragon just used it like a weapon scared him. It honestly did.

Yet, at the same time, his cock made it clear that the musk, that the treatment, that the deal he was being offered appealed to it. Even if he mentally didn't want it, his body sure as hell did.

The turtle bowed his head as he gunned the engine, growling in annoyance.

Eventually, he reached the home base, and thankfully, he arrived ahead of everyone else. He kicked the jet ski after hopping out of it, then stumbled his way forward, feeling his cock getting jerked off by the spiraling power of the dragon's...magic...

Magic. Hell, thought that stuff was all a hoax.

Sure, ninjas could pull some ridiculous stuff, but that involved chi and the body's natural energy. Magic was something else, something that he honestly didn't know if he could fight back against. Already, the spirals were picking up the pace, shifting from feeling like a phantom handjob to something more like -

"Nnngh!"

He groaned, pressing his hand to the band around his head, staring at his dick as it felt like he imagined a mouth would feel like. The band of black going up and down his cock was now all together, all the lines and spirals pulled together in one black band that went all the way down to the base of his cock before rising all the way back to the tip, bouncing on him and bringing pleasure with it as it went.

Every time that it reached the head of his shaft, he had a split second to think that it might actually stop, that it might slide off, before it bounced down to the bottom again, sheathing his cock in the feeling of wet head, of something flicking and sucking along his cock.

"Nnngh...god..."

He had to lean against the wall the entire way to the showers, panting all the time, feeling like his cock was getting milked harder and harder with each passing second. He was dripping pre-cum in the hall, walking in it, feeling it dribbling on his toes.

By the time that he reached the showers, he couldn't even walk anymore. Raphael had to lean against the wall, feeling his hips bucking towards the invisible pleasure that kept hitting his cock, occasionally going so far as to spurt pre against the stone wall as the hot water rained down on him.

He tried a cold shower, but it did nothing. All it did was make him miss the heat.

He sat down, his back to the stone wall, his legs closed. His cock oozed pre still, twitching against his thighs and oozing down to his ass. That was precisely the position he was in when his brothers came in.

Leonardo led them, of course, with Donatello and Michelangelo just behind. They were all bruised, scuffed, even scratched.

Guess that's why they didn't show up, he thought to himself.

"Hey, Raph," Leonardo grunted. "You find the guy?"

"Saw him. Couldn't catch up," he grunted, looking down at his knees.

"Don't beat yourself up. We couldn't even get past the giant rats and stuff," Michelangelo said. "It was like the Princess Bride down there, ROUS's and everything."

"It was an impossible mutation," Donatello added. "I saw them change. There was nothing down there that should have made them change that quickly."

Except for his magic, he thought. He blocked them all off, made it so that I was the only that got through.

And now he was cursed. Cursed with arousal. Cursed with need. Cursed with temptation as he looked at his brothers.

With the exception of Leonardo, he could easily take down any one of them to sate his needs. He could jam his dick in their ass and...

But it won't be enough, will it? he thought. He said that I have to come back and submit, or he won't get rid of the curse.

He grimaced against his knee as he felt his cock throb all the harder, the sensations changing again. The blowjob was fading, turning into more of a...penetrative experience, of his cock sliding into a -

"Nnngh."

"Hey, stop beating yourself up, Raph," Leo said, patting him on the shoulder. "We'll get him next time."

"Yeah...yeah."

He took a deep breath, reaching up behind him to turn off the water.

"I'm going to sleep. See you for morning training."

Tucking his dick behind his thighs until he was able to stand up was beyond uncomfortable, but it was the only way for him to avoid showing off what had happened. As soon as the other turtles had their shower started, their eyes off him, he walked away, his cock springing up and almost slapping against his shell before he blocked it.

Raphael was most of the way out of the shower room when he turned and looked back. Staring at his brothers, he realized that he was imagining them with similar marks around their cocks...with their rumps raised a bit...

He groaned, shaking his head, only to look down and see that the black spirals were spreading. They were pulling at the bulge of his balls through his shell, and black marks were starting to show up on his feet, curling about his toes like snakes.

Freaking...pervert...

It was the only thing he could think to think, blushing as he imagined that mark on his brothers as he went to bed, his cock teasing him with the sensation of some hole bouncing up and down on it all the way there, and he quickly found himself falling asleep in a puddle of pre-cum.

The End