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Drac's Rule 34 Harem (Reboot)

Chapter 6: Forest Stains

Sponsored by Taiko

By Draconicon

After three days tending to the rest of his natural harem, the black dragon took his leave of his city and of them once more. The urge for diversity called to him again, as well as adventure and the natural need to meddle with things. The fact that he was heading to the worlds of fiction once more meant that there would be little overall consequences for what he did, save for in the stories that some other worlds told. Even then, he doubted that it would change much, as he was diving into the secondary worlds of the stories rather than their prime source material.

The black dragon emerged under the eaves of a forest. The portal closed behind him just after he stepped through it, and as he had done in the Pride Lands, he made a mental note of where he had been dropped off. It hadn't been that hard to find his way home from the savannah, but here in the forest - in Sherwood Forest, in particular - he had a feeling that it was going to be a little bit trickier. The trees were thick and heavy around him, and despite the warmth reminding him of mid-day, the air was shadowed and dim with the thick branches and thicker leaves over his head.

He shook his head, flexing his wings as he stretched out a hand. His magic came to him again, just as easily as it had before. The black fire spread along his limbs, running up and over his shoulders before running down his back. It quickly turned from magic to leather, covering him in something that a mercenary might have worn.

As it covered everything from neck to toe, he could feel it squeezing around his cock and balls slightly. He shifted his footing a bit, reaching down to adjust. The tight clothes made his package quite obvious, though that had been part of the point. He wanted everyone that saw him to remember that bulge, and to think about what kind of manhood he might be hiding down there. That was, after all, part of the fun in going to places like this. Outshining the locals was a good time.

Once that was done and he felt like he could walk without pinching his balls or doing something to his dick that he'd regret, he set off into the forest. The dim lighting only got darker, and he shook his head as he descended into the depths of the forest. Even with his eyesight, it was a bit of a trick to keep the path in view, and he almost wondered if he had gone to Mirkwood instead of Sherwood.

I don't think even a wrong turn at Albuquerque would have screwed me up that badly, he thought.

Still, he kept wondering if he'd taken the wrong portal right up until he heard something in the distance. The sound of a harp-string being plucked stopped him in his tracks, followed by the merry whistle of someone that was having entirely too good a day. Draconicon smiled, slowly pulling himself off the path and behind a tree, leaning against it and tilting his head back.

No guards, no sudden ambushes...

Which meant that they didn't know he was here yet. Probably for the best, all things considered. Robin might try and rob him, and that would probably end badly for all involved. The fox would be embarrassed, he'd be short on a few goods, and they'd have to argue before they got down to the fun bits.

The whistling and harp-strings got louder, and he tapped his fingers against the tree-trunk behind him. The forest of Sherwood was dense enough that the sound echoed all around him, almost like some sort of mystical instrument rather than just the bardic skills of the player. The green leaves would have hidden most folk, but -

Ah, there was one. The dragon spotted someone leaping from one tree to another about twenty yards off, and once he saw that, he saw the other silhouettes following behind. That would have to be the Merry Men, and they would be keeping track of the minstrel that was walking through the woods.

Unless it was Alan-A-Dale, that was. Then it would be them keeping an eye on one of their own.

Hmmm...wonder if that rooster look as sexy here as he did in the movie.

The black dragon shook his head. Now that would be getting off-topic, getting sidetracked, and leaving himself open to -

"Well, well, now. What have we here?"

Surprises. The dragon leaned his head back again, not too startled to find a brown bear looking down at him from the boughs of the tree. Of course, said bear didn't have much in the way of clothes; he was wearing little more than a green tunic, a green hat, and green shoes, with nothing on under the tunic. The full frontal put any doubts to what the bear was packing down there to rest, too. He had quite the low-hanging set of fruit, and his shaft went past them despite the former's rather hefty weight.

"Shall I guess you to be Little John?" Draconicon asked.

"Heh, you might. What brings a stranger like you to Sherwood?"

"Oh, the company, I'd say."

"Well, you've got that. In spaaaaades."

Little John's drawled out version of the word seemed to summon more of the Merry Men, ranging from foxes to badgers to moles, and more besides. The leather-armored dragon glanced from one to another, lifting his head as some of them aimed their bows at him. They were suspicious, which wasn't a bad thing. They had just found a stranger in their woods, after all, and they had every right to be suspicious of someone that was just listening in on them, particularly someone who was dressed for a fight.

Of course, his eyes were mostly going from crotch to exposed crotch, considering that they were all similarly dressed to Little John. Some were men, some were women, but the forest seemed to have robbed them of their modesty, considering how little they seemed to care about their bits being on display.

Chuckling, he put his hands up. Some archers lowered their bows, while others kept them drawn.

"Well, I seem to be cornered. Tell me, Little John. What rules are we going by?"

"Heh, rules? We don't really go by rules out here. We go by what Rob says."

"Robin Hood, I'm assuming."

"Who else?"

"Well, then. Will you be taking me to him?"

"He's a little busy flirting with his girl. The Maid's snuck out of the tower to spend the night with him."

Which meant that he had a night to start getting to work on the others. He looked around at the various thieves and scoundrels lined up all around him, and slowly smiled. This was going to be easy.

"Tell me, Little John. How do you thieves feel about magic?"

"Magic? Heh, that old thing? Nobody believes in magic anymore."

"Well, what if I said it was real?"

"Then I'd say that you're crazy, kid."

The irony of some bear probably barely into his thirties calling him 'kid' was not lost on him, but the dragon only shook his head. Glancing at those with bows trained on him, he made a mental calculation whether he could put them to sleep without them trying to shoot him. Not that he was particularly worried, but he imagined that it was probably better not to show all his skills at once.

But a little magic would get the point across. Draconicon glanced at the different soldiers, drawing on a different magic than he had done for his armor and for the food that he had offered the king and queen back in the Pride Lands. A life of thousands of years was quite the rich source of magical styles to draw from, and ocular magic, a close relative of ocular hypnosis, was one of his favorites.

Sleep, he thought at a badger cupped between two branches of a petrified tree.

Rest, he cast as a concept to a sparrow on the heights.

Dream, he commanded the mouse on the ground two trees down.

In rapid succession, all three collapsed, sliding back against the trees or falling to the ground in the case of the mouse. The rest of the Merry Men gasped, including Little John. Draconicon held up his hands as they fumbled for their bows again.

"Relax, relax. They're just sleeping."

"Pardon my French, but what the fuck was that?" Little John grunted.

"Oh, just that little thing that nobody believes in anymore."

"...You're kidding me."

"Not in the slightest. And I'm here to give you all the chance to utilize it against Prince John. If that's something that you're interested in."

He'd always suspected that Little John wasn't that good an actor, despite the performance that he had seen in the prime continuity. The display before Prince John at the tournament had been something borne out of the natural hamminess that the bear actually had, and holding back what he felt was obviously foreign to him.

Nevertheless, the opportunity that magic represented was clearly understood. Little John nodded, gesturing at some of the others.

"I'll keep hold of him. You guys, go tell Rob what's going on. I'll make sure that this dragon doesn't mean any harm to him."

As the rest of the Merry Men hustled away, Little John turned back to him. The brown bear cocked his head to the side and crossed his arms, not looking best-pleased, but not looking as offended as the dragon had expected, either.

"So, you guessed my name. What's yours?"

"You can call me Drac."

"Drac, huh? Anything besides that?"

"No. Where I come from, we're not really Little This or Something Hood. We just have names."

"Heh, well, that's fair. Come on. There's a hiding place where Rob likes to interview people. He'll come running as soon as those guys can drag him off Marian."

"Does he do that often?"

"Get stuck to her? Every chance he gets. Shameless, he is."

That boded well. The fact that the whole band seemed shameless was all the better for him, and he looked forward to seeing just what else he could get them to do. If they were fine with breaking the law for the common good, he wondered if he could twist that around to breaking it for the common pleasure.

As they rested in a clearing about two miles further into the forest, Draconicon just savored the light that streamed in from on high. The feeling of the sun on his scales never entirely felt 'good,' per se, but it felt better than being in the gloom of the forest for another few hours. He leaned back, putting his back against a gnarled old tree and flexing his toes inside his boots. Sitting comfortably, he watched as Little John took a stump, pulling a dagger out from his belt and sharpening it.

The dragon smiled, leaning his head back. He made it look like he was staring at the blue sky, his white eyes hiding how he was looking back at the bear.

"You don't really trust me, do you?"

"Not really. The magic's new."

"Well, I imagine that the Church of England did a mighty fine job getting rid of most of the people that followed the old ways."

"That what you are? A follower of the old ways?"

"Oldest ways, heh. Though not the oldest profession."

"Heh, good one."

"Thanks."

The laugh had been genuine, but he wasn't surprised that Little John wasn't that trusting just yet. They were criminals hiding out in the forest, after all. There was only so much that they could do, only so much that they could open up around other people. The minute that they opened up too much to the wrong person, their whole operation would go down, no matter how hard it was to find your way around in Sherwood.

Which is probably the main thing keeping them alive right now. They go out, they steal, and then they come back here to hide until Prince John gives up. Which will only work for so long before they start burning the forest down, or cutting it away, or doing something that takes away that advantage.

This particular universe didn't have as cowardly and stupid a lion in power. Eventually, the prince would make his move.

Draconicon tapped his hands against his chest, humming softly. The bear scratched himself between the legs, spreading them a bit further, letting his furry balls drop. Draconicon noticed that they hung down quite low, and he chuckled.

"Enjoying airing out down there?"

"Hmm?"

"Just noticed you don't bother wearing much."

"Heh, you like staring at my junk or something?"

"Hard to miss when you don't wear something to cover it."

"Eh. It's the woods. Nobody cares if you're half-naked out here."

And it certainly didn't bother him to see the other man so exposed. He smiled as he watched the bear's balls sway every time he shifted position. The dagger got put away, a sword came out afterward, and each motion only pulled the hem of that tunic that little bit higher. Yet, Little John still sat in such a way to hide his ass, pressing that down full and flat to the stump to keep it from being exposed.

Might not care about showing it off, but does care about looking vulnerable. Ah, well.

He shifted his own position, crossing his legs and swaying his tail slowly. His cock started sliding down one pants' leg, and he caught the bear looking. Little John hesitated with his whetstone, then gestured over.

"So, you packing some weapon down there, or is that all-natural?"

"All-natural, I'm afraid."

"No way."

"I can take 'em off if you want to see."

"Yeah? Go on, then."

He smiled. That was one thing that he liked about hanging around guys. There was a certain casualness around the sexual part of things. They just wanted to have fun, though he could tell that Little John didn't entirely believe him about having a cock that big. Well, the bear was going to learn.

Draconicon reached down, pulling at the leather ties that kept his pants up, undoing the knot before loosening the ties themselves. He pushed down, exposing what he had under it, the bulge at the base of his cock showing off. The bear's eyes went a bit wider, but there was still that semi-disbelief, the thought that nothing could actually be that big. Then he pulled his pants down, and that disbelief died.

He loved that moment when reality started setting in, when the other man started to look at themselves in a different way. There was a moment of self-doubt, a moment of utter incredulity, followed by curiosity that drove them forward. After all, a dragon's cock was something of beauty, and the bear did the same thing that so many other men had done upon seeing the black dragon's cock. The bear slid down from the stump, almost crawling over the ground to kneel between the dragon's legs.

"There's no way, man."

"It's real," Draconicon said with a nod.

"You..."

"Touch it if you don't believe me."

"..."

"Go on."

He twitched his cock, the rod already starting to rise out of sheer arousal. The bear jumped a bit, not quite pulling back, but not quite having the courage to stay so close to something that big. Considering that Little John was half a foot shorter than him and the bear's cock hadn't looked quite two-thirds his size, it was probably the biggest dick that Little John had actually seen.

And it wasn't even hard yet, which was the fun part. He smiled, shifting back and forth against the tree behind him, his half-hard cock swinging over his thighs. Little John stared at it, the brown bear licking his lips slightly, trying not to be obvious about what he was thinking.

Go on. Touch it.

Finally, a large, rather calloused hand grabbed his shaft. Draconicon smiled, huffing softly through his nostrils, and his cock started rising further still, pushing up between the bear's fingers. He curled his toes in his boots, the leather starting to rip under the pressure of his claws, and he growled under his breath.

"Mmmph, yeah..."

"You like that?"

"Love it when someone plays with it."

"Heh...buddy, you can't get much with something this big."

"Oh, you'd be surprised."

"Drac, I couldn't fit this thing up my ass."

"Oh, you could." He smiled. "You'd just need some...incentive. Something to give you a reason to try."

"I'm not trying so hard with this thing. I like having an asshole, not a ripped exit."

"Heh..."

It would have been rather entertaining to prove to Little John that he could have gotten his cock past the bear's asshole. It would have been doable, a little bit difficult with the bear's own lack of faith in himself, but doable. However, there were other things to enjoy...and other ways to save his stamina, considering that he wanted to still be fresh when Robin Hood showed up.

There was something canny in Little John's eyes, too. The bear obviously believed that there was something off, still, and was probably looking out for the fox. Quite the loyal friend, the dragon thought. Very admirable.

But not what he needed right now. The dragon's cock swayed from side to side, but the open clearing kept his musk from building up, and it was a little too cool for him to build up the sweat that would have conquered the bear from scent alone. He would have to try something a little different here.

"So, honest question," the dragon asked. "You and Robin. Have you, uh..."

"Heh, we've gone at it a few times. He's better at taking it than me."

"Really? I would have thought he'd be the one on top?"

"Sometimes. He's more of a sharing guy, though. He likes to take turns with that."

The dragon nodded, storing that little nugget away. So, it wouldn't be that hard to get a fox under him, then. Might take a little bit of time to manage the size difference, but it wasn't like he was changing Robin's sexuality to make it happen. That fit with the story better, and it would make it much more engaging.

"So, what about you? You just fuck him, or..."

"That's a little personal, ain't it, bud?"

"Just asking. I mean, if I'm around, I'm going to see it eventually."

"We go somewhere private for that."

"Maaaaagic," the dragon reminded him.

"...You wouldn't."

"I would, unless you want to tell me what it is so I don't get curious."

"You're an ass."

"I'm pretty sure you'll see mine, eventually. How should I see yours?"

"..."

It was rather amusing to see the shoe on the other foot, so to speak. Little John had gone from the cocky man in the tree ambushing a dragon to being the suspicious guard to being the embarrassed 'friend' of someone that had their dick out. It was quite the ride, he imagined. The bear was handling it well, though. There hadn't been a crack or a break just yet, and that spoke well of Little John's character.

As the brown bear whipped his head back and forth, Draconicon idly teased his dick. He could have taken this further, faster, just by having the bear spill his guts with a little magical hypnosis, but where was the fun in that? He was here to take his time and enjoy it, to infiltrate and embed himself into the various stories so that he could enjoy them as a character, so he could enjoy the characters in them.

No fun when he just started writing the stories himself. A re-write was one thing, actually authoring the story was too much.

Eventually, Little John sighed.

"You promise not to talk about this?"

"I won't spread it around."

"Fine. Then...Me and Rob...we kinda get into some ass-play."

"I figured that much, but more than fucking?"

"I don't like letting him get too deep in me too often. But, uh...there's something that we do, you know, do."

"I'm guessing that it involves tonguing out one another's assholes?"

"...Yeah. Pretty much."

"And he -"

"Sits on my face."

And there it was, the source of all of Little John's embarrassment. Considering that the big bear was probably a head taller than Robin, maybe more, that would have been difficult for him to live down if anyone else found out about it. Not to mention the way that he would have been ridiculed for having his tongue buried so deep between another man's ass cheeks, in general. There was an intimacy there that went beyond the simple fucking of someone else, something that was normally reserved for the deep perverts of the world.

No wonder he doesn't want the other Merry Men to know what he does, he thought. One thing to show off and enjoy each other. It's another thing to take it further than the casual sort of fun.

It wasn't even really a fetish, but this wasn't a modern day place. This was medieval England, where the Church held a much stronger sway, when the idea of men with men wasn't that well-received to begin with, and where you needed either power or isolation to indulge in something like that. The Merry Men had some of it, but they still had the biases of the local time and place.

But...I think we can break that.

He grunted as he got to his feet. As he pushed his pants down, Little John arched an eyebrow.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, if you're showing off everything, I figure I can give you the same treat."

And see if I can still do something...

Draconicon had learned many different ways to influence others over the years. Some of them involved magic, some involved using his body, others involved pheromones and musk. Still others were matters of diplomacy, and others still involved a combination of everything. This particular technique was more one of the body, but with his harem, he hadn't bothered to use it for a while.

As his pants hit his ankles, he slowly turned around and leaned against the tree again, this time with his scaly ass pushed back. He could feel the weight that dragged at it, the heft that it had compared to the warrior dragons that kept themselves neat and trim, and he groaned under his breath as he made a mental note to start trimming some of that fat off his ass. Regardless, he had some attention from the bear, who seemed honestly relieved.

"So, uh...you have something that big, but you prefer -"

"Hey, Little John?"

"Yeah?"

"Stop talking, start watching."

The dragon lifted his tail, slowly swaying his ass from side to side. Almost immediately, the bear started swaying with him. A promising start, but just a start with what he really wanted out of this. He started to sway a little more fully, letting his hips go from side to side, rolling his cheeks against each other with the movement.

The technical term for this was Gluteal Entrancement via Swaying Fascination, but he just thought of it as ass-nosis, basically. It was more used to get the attention of the more sensual and anally obsessed men out there, keeping them focused on something that wouldn't threaten them and would make them more and more aroused, keeping them from thinking more critically about something.

It worked better with a bigger ass, so the roundness that he had taken on back there worked for him today. He slapped his ass cheeks, making them bounce, and the bear groaned as he watched. A stiff dick started rising, foreskin peeling back as it pushed out from under the bear's tunic.

That's it. Keep watching, sexy.

Little John's eyes had half-closed from the show, focused entirely on the dragon's rump. Black-scaled cheeks rubbed against each other, and the sun started to draw out a little more heat from the scales. Left, right, left, right he swayed, using his rump as a pendulum, and the bear just kept staring more and more.

It didn't take long for Little John to have a most pressing erection, one that was starting to fill the clearing with its own subtle scent. Draconicon smiled, slapping his ass cheek. The bear grunted, half-clearing the trance, but not completely.

"Huh...wha..."

"Come here."

"Mmmph..."

"Come here...get a closer look."

The bear slowly lowered himself to all fours again, crawling closer. Soon, he could feel Little John's breath against his ass cheeks, could feel the bear's fingers digging into his rump and pulling the cheeks apart. A cold nose against his taint, then a bit higher.

"Mmmm..."

The bear started breathing in down there, sucking down the hot musk that he had around his hole. He chuckled under his breath, bringing his tail down to smother the bear against his pucker, keeping him there.

"That's it. Just swallow it down...breathe it in...take it in..."

"Mmmph..."

"You want ass? Try a dragon's ass..."

A little musk, a little sway, a little work on Little John's mind. It was cheesy and corny, but so were a lot of the techniques that he had picked up from that world. So many women that had learned how to manipulate men, and so many men that had picked up the tricks from them and taken their own little corner of the world with that power.

I should go back there sometime, see just what happened with all those spats.

But for now, this. The brown bear moaned against his pucker, shifted his head back just enough for his lips to replace his nose. They parted, a broad tongue working against his pucker in that moment, and he groaned under his breath as he felt it digging in good and deep.

"Yeah...yeah, that's it, Little John...show me what you want..."

Sliding one of his boots off, he brought his foot down on the bear's cock, pinning it to the ground. No reason to let him start getting any ideas of putting that where it didn't belong. Scar might have had the chance to get in his hole, but Little John wasn't getting that same opportunity. No, no, this bear was going to be a good little bottom for him.

He pushed back a little bit, just enough to make sure that Little John understood where he belonged. The bear didn't fight getting smothered, didn't seem to care that his face was jammed between the cheeks of someone he'd just met. Draconicon stroked his toes down the bear's cock one more time, then slowly turned in place.

"That's it...just back up a bit...a little bit more...that's it...don't pull away, just enjoy yourself now..."

The bear didn't seem to have any interest in leaving the dragon's pucker alone, not with the way that tongue was slathering his ass with all kinds of attention. He smiled to himself, idly stroking his cock as he turned them around. Soon, Little John was pinned against the tree, back against wood, face buried in the dragon's ass once more.

"Yeah...that's it...enjoy it..." He groaned, feeling that tongue digging in good and deep, parting his pucker and getting him to jerk off to the feeling of it sliding in and out. "Go on...mmmph..."

He could have taken this further, he knew. He could have used some hypnotic words to deepen the ass-trance that the bear was in, make him into an addict. It was a temptation, but at the same time, he knew that it would only distance him further from what he really wanted out here.

Robin was his major target, or at least, one of them. Little John was one of those that was fun to play with on the way, but not someone that he needed to break. Besides...

Besides, he was pretty sure that they had company.

As he pushed back as far as he could, almost cutting off Little John's air supply, he felt a pair of eyes on him. He turned his head back, idly stroking himself slowly, and he felt the gaze shift, looking further down his body, eventually fixing on his dick. The dragon followed that feeling, looking towards the trees on the other side of the clearing -

There, at the top. A cap was just barely sticking out from over the edge of the branches, showing that someone was watching. He pretended not to notice, putting a little more oomph into the moans that he was letting out. Not that hard, particularly as Little John had all but sealed his lips to the dragon's asshole, feasting on his hole.

Panting softly, he deliberately ignored the subtle movements in the tree-line on the other side. It was getting closer and closer, and whether that was Robin Hood wanting a closer look at the new guy that was messing with his second in command or some operative of the Sheriff of Nottingham wanting to see what was happening and take advantage of it, he didn't care. He just wanted to enjoy showing off.

He twisted his position just slightly, standing on one foot and slowly milking Little John with his other foot, dragging his toes up and down the shaft, teasing it to full hardness before letting it flop back down. Each time, he felt another splatter of pre-cum against the sole of his foot, marking it, staining it.

"Mmmph...yeah..."

"Mmmph...mmmph..."

The bear reached down to his cock, stroking it, slapping it against the dragon's foot. Much as Draconicon hadn't ordered it, he didn't mind it. He could always use a little more 'lotion' for his foot.

As he felt his climax getting closer and closer, though, he felt something cool pressing against him down below. He stopped in his tracks, glanced down to see that the blunt edge of a knife pressed against his crotch, and a hatless fox looked up at him. Off in the distance, a wild squirrel poked its head up, throwing off the signature hat that had been bobbing around.

"Now, friend. Why don't you tell me what you're doing to Little John? And please, be quick."

The End

Summary: Draconicon arrives in the world of the Disney Robin Hood universe, and starts taking a little fun from the locals.

Tags: M/M, Hypnosis, Ass-Nosis, Rimming, Footjob, Foot Fetish, Draconicon, Rule 34, Robin Hood, Little John, Rule 34 Harem, Series, Surprise, Bear, Dragon, Fox, Tongue Fucking,