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 breedingactual physical gods there. Trace Defense, Destiny Defense, and Mind Defense are all mandatory for thatdeathworld. 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.
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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 dragoninstead 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."
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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."
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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 with simulated bloodflow to match her obvious arousal. 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 what 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 fluttering 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 tryingthis 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 32A-ish, but at a foot tall she's 6.5AAAAA 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 entiredenial '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 few inches 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?