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"Dragon Ambitions"'

It was an early hour of the morning, Donell's house was stacked to the brim with houseguests, namely his dragon brothers and allies. The dane lay awake, staring at the ceiling as the fan above slowly swept in a circular motion over them. Shiron had claimed his room, the white talon gently flicking as the dragon slept almost directly on top of him. Sunlight filtered into the room, shooting shadows around like he was staring into firelight. He yawned and sighed as he turned over on his bed, he really should be getting ready for class, but with the way things were going around the house he felt that taking a few days off wouldn't hurt. As he laid his paw on the sheets next to them, he found himself dragging his nails along it, watching the indents they made in the light. He wondered what Drake was doing now, he hadn't seen the weregarurumon in a few days now and he was curious to see what his opinion was on all this; a dragon prince? One would have thought that being a dragon was a pre-requisite for it, Donell was sure Drake was just as surprised when he found out.

Hunger soon reared its ugly head, and the dane slid from his bed. Shiron snorted a bit in his sleep as the dog crept through the door and into the house wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. Peering into the room across the hall as he walked past, he could see that Duo and Dragor were still sound asleep as well. The two of them still slept in a bunk bed at their age. Even with it being rebuilt to accommodate their large sizes he almost laughed seeing how massive they were in comparison to the wood work. Tails and arms dangled from all sides, the pair of them snored like a lumber mill and they sounded exhausted. Reaching the stair landing, he glanced down into the living room, Greedo and Ranshiin had also taken up residence, respectively taking up the sofa and one of the recliner chairs right next to it. Ranshiin using Greedo as a bit of a foot prop, neither of them either noticed or cared. Quietly, Donell came down the stairs and entered the kitchen. Leaning over the counter and pulling open the cabinet, the dog pulled down a box of Toaster Strudel and readied a pack as he tugged the toaster out from the wall. As he popped it in and pulled the handle down a movement out of the corner of his eyes which made him gasp and back against the counters before he noticed the muscular wolf in the doorway, lightly tapping on the glass.

"Drake?" Donell whispered as he opened the door and invited the were in. "What are you doing here?" He tried to ask without sounding amused at the concept.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing." Drake answered. "Haven't heard from you in a while so I figured I'd run over on my way to class. I see by your outfit you're either going to be very daring about going to class or you're not coming."

Donell smiled a bit and shook his head. "Nah, not when these guys are in town, you saw how they were the other day. I'll have to get back to it in a couple days."

"S-so you are coming back though?"

"Of course I am." Donell answered. "What do you think that I'd just skip out on my responsibilities forever?"

"Hey, you never know. If I were a prince I'd seriously reconsider my priorities too."

"I'm not really a prince." Donell scoffed. "Just sort of... inlawed into the family."

"So, what about the... that dragon you knew? What was his name? Shiron?"

Donell shrugged. "Not much to tell there." He admitted. "We were together for years before I came here... it was kind of on mutual grounds we had to break up."

"So he's here to win you back?"

"That might have been part of the reason..."

"Oh." Drake's ears lowered and he frowned. "Well, I guess this old wolf's standing in your way then? I-I can understand if you want me to go, I mean I'm not a--" Drake's words were cut off by an abrupt grab of his shirt and a pull into Donell's muzzle. The dane's arms grabbed the wolf around the waist as his tongue found its way further into Drake's maw than he'd ever thought possible. He let out a muffled shout of surprise but quickly fell into the kiss that lasted no less than two minutes or so." When their lips parted there was a light smack of wetness that filled the kitchen for a moment just as the toaster strudel popped out of the toaster. "Wh-what was that for?"

"That... was a pre-breakfast dessert for me." Donell admitted. He then pointed with his thumb at the strudel. "And that's my breakfast right there. But don't think that's the most important meal of the day for me." He smirked. "Come by after class though, maybe we can get you some dessert too."

"You mean, you and Shiron aren't..."

"Nope. I guess not." Donell smiled a bit. "I"ll see you later?"

Drake smiled, if he had a tail it would be wagging right now. "Ye-yes! See you later!" He just as quickly disappeared from the door as Donell stuck the treat in his mouth and started making his way back toward his bedroom.

As he opened the door, he noticed that Shiron was lying awake on his bed his head resting on his hand as his bare hip was exposed from under the cover. The dragon smirked as Donell entered. "I was wondering where you went."

Donell felt his cheeks burn with a blush. He couldn't help but smile, the dragon was extremely attractive, though luckily his clothes hindered any hint at the attraction he felt. "Just went downstairs for a snack." He said. "I'm surprised you're not dressed yet."

Shiron stretched his legs, almost exposing himself as he did so. The dane seated himself on the bed and chewed slowly along his strudel. "Well, you know I enjoy a good relax after a sleep." He teased. "Besides, you are the one who would prefer a werewolf in this realm over me."

"Now be fair." Donell said. "My father forbid it, and it's been too long. Even if I wanted to now, I couldn't betray Drake, he's been there for me."

The dragon smiled and stretched. "Well, that's your decision. Don't be surprised I decided to tease you with it." He stuck his tongue out between his teeth. "So are the others awake yet?"

Donell shook his head. "No, Dragor and Duo are asleep in their room. The other two are asleep down in the living room."

"Hah!" Shiron belted out. "Who would have thought I'd someday be the early riser?"

Donell smiled in reaction. "Likewise."

"So... what are the chances that Drake would be interested in a little triple play?" He teased.

Donell's lips pursed a bit as he considered the idea. "Weirdly enough... probably pretty good."

"I'll have to take him up on that sometime."

"I told you he's not ready for it!" A voice ruptured from downstairs, making both of them jump. Duo's angered cry was quite apparent there was a loud crashing noise.

"No! We agreed, his father agreed! We must do this!"

In an urgent glance between themselves, Shiron and Donell burst out of his room and started for the stairs. They reached the ledge of the steps just in time to see Greedo and Ranshiin pulling Dragor and Duo apart from angered fists.

"Sit down!" Greedo shouted angrily.

"You as well!" Ranshiin agreed as he dragged Duo to the side of the room away from them.

"He is not ready!" Duo repeated.

"That's not for you to decide Duo! That's for Donell to decide..." His voice faded as the four of them looked up to see Donell and Shiron looking down at them. Shiron barely covered by a blanket which left the rest of the room in an awkward silence.

"Decide what?" Donell asked. There was no response. Donell cleared his throat angrily as he started down the stairs."Do I really need to repeat myself?" He asked. "What's this about?"

There was a short pause before Greedo released Dragor who stood up and sighed slightly. "They... are here to see if you are ready."

"Ready to do what?"

"For this." Duo said as he slipped a claw into his pocket and he pulled out a small orb. It expanded slightly in his grasp, filling the palm of his hand. It glowed white and gusts of wind could be seen pushing around the smoky exterior of the object. "And you've already said he has no choice in the matter, don't go backing out on that one now."

Dragor was silent as he too pulled out an orb, similar to Duo's, except the surface appeared to wash back and forth like waves on an ocean's surface. "There are three orbs, capable of transforming their holder into a dragon." He explained. "Three powerful orbs with the elements of wind, water and darkness trapped inside of them. Dranzer wanted you to be the one to hold the third one."

Donell cringed at the sound of his adopted father's name. He instead felt his jaw clench and his fists furl tightly. "I don't want it." He claimed just above a whisper.

The other dragons looked at one another. "But Donell you must claim it." Ranshiin said. "It is the right of everyone in our realm to claim the orb. It is your--"

"My what? My birthright?" Donell snorted angrily. "I was not born to this right, Ranshiin. You should not even have to ask me."

"You're right. He shouldn't." Dragor said. "You should know that it's your destiny."

"Dragor, you're just going to confuse him." Duo said. "I think we should give him a little more time to..."

"No." He said in frustration. "You know what? I don't care what you have to say! I'm not touching a single damn orb you have to offer me!"

Ranshiin frowned. "Donell..."

"Just... go away, leave me alone!" He shouted as he ran past the dragons toward the door. He flung the door wide open and ran out alone.

"That... could have gone over better." Greedo admitted.

"Someone should go after him." Duo added. "With all this dragon activity, I don't feel he's safe on his own."

"I'll go." Shiron said.

"Then go." Ranshiin waved a claw at the white dragon. "But before you do... please gather your clothing. This world will not tolerate your false sense of modesty, Shiron."

Shiron gave a look that would kill if it could and he draped the sheets over his shoulder before storming from the room in a huff.

Donell ran for some unknown amount of time. He felt himself sweating under his shirt collar as he made his way through the familiar streets of his home town. Was it really his home town though? The longer that the dragon boys stayed on this world, the more alien everything around him felt. He sighed as he turned the corner onto Fifth street, his favorite ice cream store was at the end of the block. As he ran to it, he pushed the door open, hearing the bell ring like he had heard every day growing up on this world. Old Mr. Myers, a human who ran the shop turned and recognized him immediately, and just like every time he'd been in the shop, the man gave a pleasant smile.

"Say, Donell! What brings you out here this early? Shouldn't you be in class?"

"Oh, hey Mr. Myers." Donell smiled, trying to maintain a cheerful demeanor. "Just felt like coming down."

"Well it's still early, I still haven't completely opened up shop yet..." He said.

"Oh... right." Donell frowned, he'd forgotten it was still only about eight. "Sorry about that. I'll head out then..."

"Nah, it's okay. You're one of my best customers. Can I interest you in a Drumstick?" Donell's stomach felt queasy at the sound of that. "Ugh... no, Mr. Myers. Thanks though. I already had breakfast."

The man smiled and shrugged. "Suit yourself." He said. "Hey Donell, you remember that summer you worked here?"

"You mean during the ravenous ice cream sandwich dog of twenty-ten? Yeah, I think I remember." He smirked. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason in particular." He shrugged non-chalantly. "I've been kind of missing it, and I think having someone to help man the registers this time of year might be needed."

Donell raised an eyebrow. "But summer's coming to an end soon. Why would you need more help?"

"Oh. I've been sort of missing the company." He explained. "You always added a little more cheer to the day for people who came in, so I figured..."

"Great... another person to tell me that I should do something or another." The dane whispered to himself. Luckily the less-sharp-eared human barely picked it up.

"What?" He asked.

Donell shook his head. "N-nothing." He said. "Honestly though I don't think I could add anything to the store, you do fine on your own!" He explained. "Why would you need a dingy old dog like me?"

"Because I like you, Donell." Mr. Myers said, sounding serious all of a sudden. "You're hard working, friendly and fast. Everything you need to be in this industry."

Donell smiled a bit more brightly this time. "I really appreciate the offer, Mr. Myers. But I'm kind of not really job hunting right now."

"Oh." Myers' crest fell slightly. " I see."

"Maybe in a few months though..." Donell said, receiving a hopeful look from the old human. "We'll have to see where I'm going at that time."

"Ha. Well I guess I"ll have to take that."

Donell smiled a bit. "Say, Mr. Myers... I'll take that drumstick now." He said as he pulled a couple of dollars from his pocket.

Having left the shop, Donell held onto his ice cream. He really wasn't hungry in the slightest. But he didn't want to walk away empty handed. Mr. Myers always had that effect on kids and adults alike. He simply held onto the ice cream until he found a young man staring hopelessly down into the sewer drain off the side of the bridge he was crossing and passed it off to him. The young man skipped in joy before bowing his head and departing as quickly as he had appeared. It wasn't long before the canine found himself staring at the campus of the college, and that made him think that he should wait around for Drake.

Donell walked across the small park that surrounded the campus and found a nice fairly secluded spot where the sunlight was filtering through to the ground like a spotlight. He sat on the circle in the grass and groaned as he fell back onto his back with a stern flopping noise under him as he landed. He sighed and groaned, gazing up into the sky overhead as he stretched out on the grass. The smell of freshly mowed greenery filled his nostrils and he exhaled loudly; it felt good to just lie there and forget about the troubles he encountered at home. How could they ask him to do that? How could they seriously consider making a decision like that without even consulting him, or giving him a choice in the matter? So what if he was the "son of Dranzer" he should be able to make his own choices, shouldn't he?

The dog yawned and stretched his arms and legs out, enjoying the warm sun. It had been a while since he'd stopped and just relaxed. As he lay there, his eyes grew heavy and he felt so exhausted all of a sudden he couldn't help but feel himself drifting off to sleep.

Donell was flying, he could see the land blurring fast underneath him as he soared. Looking up, the abrupt push of wind against his face seemed to skim across his snout and roll down his body as if it wasn't there. His eyes closed for long periods of time, and every time he opened them, the scenery down below him looked different. He gasped in the wind, inhaling deeply and exhaling as his hands spread apart, his arms spreading to greet the air like a swimmer met the water. He opened his mouth, and he could hear the sound of the wind whistling along his teeth, his long tongue flopping about in his tongue, giving a strong, exhilarating feel that sent tingles down his body from his head to his toes. He felt the instinct to turn and he felt his shoulders roll sending his entire body into a slight spin. He could feel wings now, flapping against the backs of his arms as he turned. He looked and saw webbed extensions that crawled out from his back and now fluttered against the strong currents of air. As he completed his roll, he could see himself flying over the water;

Only, he wasn't himself. Donell couldn't recognize the reflection that streaked along the water below. He was a massive, black colored dragon with white webbed wings that extended several feet on both sides of him. A long, whiplike tail looked like a snake following close behind, looking like it was about to bite his backside. He also noticed he was exposed completely to the elements. His cock was exposed and trailing underneath him like his tail that stayed just above his legs. He grinned, and could feel the wind infiltrate his nostrils, blowing cool air up into his sinuses and escaping through his mouth. He was going so fast that Donell wasn't even sure he was still breathing, but at the same time, his heart was racing. He was no longer sure if this was a dream or not. He pulled back slightly, expanding his wings to break the wind in front of him and arrest his flight. He flapped a few times as he descended to slow his drop and he came to the ground rather abruptly. He was taller than he remembered, his head--no--his horns could slide into the limbs of a tree he knew was several feet higher than him already. He plucked an apple from the tree and took a bite, its cool, crisp taste was so real that he knew he couldn't be dreaming now, could he? How would he? He leaned his back against the tree and slid down, resting into a seated position that was just barely buffered by the tail that coiled thickly underneath him.

He took another bite and realized that somehow a mirror had appeared in front of him, he could see his crimson eyes, the dark waves of shadow swimming off his scales. As he went to take another bite of his apple, he realized that an orb was now in his hand, the same kind that Duo and Dragor had, except this one was a black orb, waves of dark energy coiled off of it like a fog stringing into the air. He stared at it for a long time now before he felt it start to vibrate in his fingers. Confused, Donell tried to hold onto the orb, but it was too smooth, it was slipping through his fingers, pulling right into him. He tried to lift his left arm, but realized it was pinned down by some unseen force.

"N-No! What's going on!?" He shouted in surprise as the orb suddenly slipped through his fingers and shot into his chest. "AHHH!" He screamed as pain shot completely through his body. Everything felt cold all of a sudden, everything around him was going dark as he gasped and clutched at his chest, trying to catch his breath. "Ca-can't... breathe..." He panted as he fell to the ground and clawed at it as he tried to crawl away. Suddenly a pair of hands grabbed him and Donell realized he was himself again. The massive black dragon with red glowing eyes grabbed him by the wrist and hoisted him up with one arm. His muscular body imposing, his massive chest heaving as it sniffed him. Then suddenly, it bellowed out a powerful, loud and extremely frightening roar that made the dane's fur stand on end when suddenly he felt the unmistakable sensation...

...the sensation of being devoured by it.

"AHH!" Donell jerked awake and found himself still lying on the grass. This time though a familiar, smiling face was looming down over him. "Dr-Drake?" He asked, still in half disbelief.

"Well it isn't the post man." Drake snickered as he dropped to the ground sitting next to the dog. "What are you doing here, Donell?" He asked.

"I'm... ahh..." Donell put his hand to his forehead and felt his mind reeling. "I just had a really weird dream. That's all."

"Oh really?" Drake asked, his hand finding Donell's crotch and giving it a firm squeeze. "It seemed like it was an exciting dream." He said, squeezing the erection hidden in the dog's trousers. Donell winced and blushed as Drake straddled his lap. "Care to show me some of that excitement?" He asked with a grin as he pulled his shirt off, revealing a pair of thick dark nipples.

In that moment, Donell had instantly forgotten how disturbing his dream was and proceeded to caress Drake's pecs. He grasped one and dragged his tongue across it, making the wolf whimper and moan as his chest bulked up and retracted back. The taste of fur blending in with the smooth flesh of his nipples made Donell's cock throb quite aggressively as the wolf's knowing fingers grasped it through the pants and dragged it outside of the protective waistband. Drake sighed, trying to stay with the probing mouth as he reached down and unfastened his own pants, his cock springing out to meet the dog's own. Rather gently, Drake grasped both of them and gripped down a bit as he began to rub the flesh together. Donell could feel Drake's precum draining down and slathering across both of their shafts as their members grinded together.

"Dr-Drake..." He whispered as he felt the warm flesh rubbing against his own, the firm grip of Drake's paw. Their balls touched as Donell's pants were dragged lower by the constant grinding and friction between them. Donell nipped down and tugged at Drake's nipples, sharing kisses between them and Drake's lips as Drake shifted his pose a bit more directly onto the dane's shaft. There wasn't even any lube, the slickness coming from Donell's shaft was more than enough, and both of them gasped loudly as Drake allowed himself to be penetrated. Drake's arms wormed their way around Donell's neck as both of them sighed and thrust together slowly. "Ahh--G...gods I'm going to cum already..." He heard himself say after a few minutes of this.

The light popping of his cock, slipping in and out of the wolf didn't stop Donell from paying more attention to the Weregarurumon's nipples, which by this time were so wet from saliva that they were practically milking, dripping into Donell's lap as the dog gripped a bit more firmly on Drake's backside. Drake, who hadn't said anything until this moment suddenly threw his head back and gasped, huffing as a blast of cum shot into the canine's chest. It was wet, slick and sticky. A couple of shots went as high as Donell's neck who tossed his head back some as if he were bathing in the warm wetness. He hissed through his teeth and let out a rather less-than-intimidating grunt before cumming himself, deep into Drake's ass as he hugged the wolf close to him. He could feel his knees buckling, thank goodness he was still underneath the wolf and not standing up or he would have fallen down at this point. After several rounds, the popping turned into a wet sloshing, a stream of cum dripping from Drake coated his own balls and crotch generously with the fluids. They huffed and hugged as they sat in this moment for several minutes.

"That... that was pretty hot." A voice made both of them jump suddenly as Shiron came hopping down from the tree above. Obviously, he had a good vantage point from the hole in the tree line, and apparently he didn't want to break up the fun as both the wolf and the dog stared at him.

"Shiron!" Donell cried aloud. "Turn around!"

"Oh come on, it's not like you've got something I haven't seen before already." Shiron teased with a wink as he turned his back on the two love birds. "So you two through making a mess of your school yard?"

Donell looked at Drake, who had a smug smirk on his muzzle. "Don't you even start." He insisted as he stood up and pulled his pants back up, allowing the wolf to do the same thing. "What are you even doing here?"

"Well, the way you left this morning, I was pretty worried about you." Shiron said. "We all were."

"Right." The dane glared. "Because real friends tell me that I have no choice but to do something I don't really know if I want to do." He said, crossing his arms. "Right?" "What's... this about?" Drake asked, confused all of a sudden.

"They only came here to give me a magic orb to transform into a dragon. That's all." Donell said.

"Whoa... there's magic orbs that turn people into dragons?"

"Only those deemed worthy of being dragon princes. Being the son of Dranzer, even the adopted son of him grants Donell the right to become a dragon."

Donell huffed angrily. "But that right being forced on me is the problem. They said I have no choice but to..."

"It is your new found birthright." Shiron said. "I don't see what the issue is. Are dragons so horrible that you would refuse to join us?"

"I don't have an issue with dragons, and if I had time to think about it, maybe I would consider it. But being forced to do it..." He paused at Shiron's look of confusion. "I... ahh you don't get it..."

Suddenly a brilliant flash of light illuminated the area. It was an incredible blast of red light that nearly blinded all three of them. The light collapsed in on itself, revealing a portal. As they watched, a large red dragon appeared in the flames. His eyes, at first glowing yellow changed to a more normal looking pair of eyes, sharp horns on the top of his head didn't seem like they were going to end for a moment, broad, almost jaggedly shaped wings came out behind him as well as a tail that had a persistent flame at the tip of it.

"Lord Dranzer..." Shiron gasped as he dropped to one knee in respect to the dragon.

Dranzer passed a glance to Shiron as he pulled a large rope behind him. Following him, he dragged out the unconscious forms of Ranshiin, Dragor, Duo and Greedo as if they were sacks of potatoes they seemed so light and easy to drag, despite the deep impressions their bodies made as they were pulled along the grass. As he came to a stop and the portal closed behind Dranzer, the quartet began to rouse as the dragon dropped the rope, releasing them from their binding. He drew in a breath and exhaled it slowly, a faint fog of smoke poured from his nostrils. "Shiron, I thought that I might find you here with him." He said as he raised his arm and stretched his hand out, in a flickering of darkness the orb appeared in the palm of his hand. "It is time, my son." He said. On instinct, Drake stood between Dranzer and Donell. "It is time to claim what is rightfully yours."

"Back down, dog." Greedo said, standing up and glaring at Drake. "You stand before the king of the dragons. Nothing will stop him from getting what he wants."

"I will." Drake said with a growl. "He doesn't want any part of this, and no one is going to force him." His voice skipped a moment as the dragon lord looked at him.

"How quaint, a protector." Dranzer said, unmoved by the action. "Duo."

There was a sudden burst of air that slapped across Drake's body, a powerful blast of wind that threw the Weregarurumon to the ground and several feet away as Duo stepped up beside Dranzer. In Drake's place, Shiron stepped in. "I will not allow you to do this."

Dranzer laughed. "Step down, Shiron. Or you will be beaten into submission. You cannot protect him."

"I won't let you harm him." Shiron said as Duo tried to strike him down with another blast of wind, but Shiron took it unflinching. "You will have to pry me from him."

"Very well." Dranzer said stepping aside only to show Dragor standing behind him, now launching a vortex of water. Unprepared for the attack, the water beam struck Shiron square in the chest, knocking him back only to be caught by Ranshiin and Greedo.

"No!" He roared trying to pull the two dragons off of him. "Release me! I will not allow you to do this!"

"You dare defy my will? You are much stronger than I've ever given you credit for, Shiron."

Shiron grabbed Greedo with one arm and Ranshiin with the other, failing to see a flash of energy behind him, the feathered dragon spun and collided the two of them together. Their grips loosened enough for Shiron to slip from their grasp. Taking a step forward, Shiron felt a massive claw come down on his back. He could feel a horrendous chill fill his body as a blue colored dragon with a skull on his face grabbed him and effortlessly threw him into the air, making the dragon crash into the side of a tree. Drayzier had made his appearance at last, and as the ice dragon stormed toward him, wielding the blade that brought a chill to Shiron's spine he barely had time to block it from cutting his throat as the larger dragon's wings wrapped around the both of them, pinning Shiron in place.

"You should not cross Dranzer..." He whispered, a whisper of cold air coming off his breath. "He always wins."

"F-Father, please. I don't want this!" Donell said, trying to back away.

"It is for your own good I do this." Dranzer said, with only the slightest amount of pity in his voice as he hurled a ball of flame at the dane, making him fly to the ground.

"Dranzer! Don't do this! You do not know the power of the orb of darkness!" Shiron begged, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.

Dranzer placed the orb on the unconscious Donell's chest and effortlessly shoved it in. Instantly, the dog's body jolted upright. He let out a baying howl the likes of which Drake had never heard.

"N-no..." Drake said, trying to get up, only to have the entire lot pushed back by a pulse of blackness.

Donell laughed maniacally as the blackness poured from his chest. He looked at his arm as the shadows curled around them and his hand. As he put his hands to his face, he cried out as his body began to expand, wings grew from his back and curled around him as a momentary cocoon. His laughter was replaced by a bone chilling growl as the darkness continued to swirl around him, finally falling into the ground like rain. The dog was no more, instead the crimson eyes and black wings of a dragon stood where Donell had been moments before. He flexed his fingers and looked at his hands. He took a deep breath and observed himself, then he looked at those around him. Elated, Dranzer took a step toward him, but was shocked back by a mighty roar from the black dragon.

"No! NO! This is not possible!" He exclaimed as the dragon took a step back.

"What? What's not possible?" Drake snapped at Dranzer.

"The power of the black orb... it is too great, it's driven him mad!" Another roar resounded from the dragon's body as he suddenly crouched and launched up into the sky like a rocket, leaving a smoky residue behind him as he ascended. Dranzer's maw hung open for a moment. "He--he is out of control!"

THE END?