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Draconicon's Rule 34 Harem Chapter 11: Bringing Out the Beast Sponsored by Sanmer By Draconicon

"The Savage Lands are getting more 'civilized' all the time..."

Hank McCoy - or as most people would know him, Beast - grunted as he got back to his feet. The blue fluffball shook his head, dusting some of the debris from his chest as he shrugged off the remains of his parachute and pack. They'd both been shredded badly from the fall through one of the larger jungle trees, and there was no reason to keep hold of it any longer. Glancing around, it was just as clear that there was no way that he was finding the Blackbird anytime soon; the crash site was probably dozens of miles away, considering how fast they were going when the missiles found them, and when he and the rest of the X-Men bailed out.

That said, at least there was a clear trail. He could make his way there, if he could avoid the worst of the predators and the dangers of the Savage Lands. He might have had greater strength than the average human, but so did most of the people here.

Not that he'd be that out of place, he supposed. Some of them were almost as hairy as he was, and considering the fall had damaged more than just his pack and his parachute...

He glanced down at himself. He normally tried to wear more than just the speedo that was the minimum required back at the mansion, but it wasn't easy for him to be comfortable in the heavy clothes that the rest of the team wore. He had been wearing a light jumpsuit that went from crotch to shoulders, but that had been torn and ripped in various places, letting his fur and most of his skin out.

Is there even a point to keeping this anymore?

Probably not, but he might as well keep his clothing for as long as possible. No need to look like a savage when he found the rest of the team.

Flexing his toes in the dirt, he walked over to the nearest tree and climbed up. His claws had gone some time without being filed, and they made for wonderful grasping tools as he made his way into the canopy. As soon as he found an appropriate branch, he started his journey. He had a long way to go, and who knew how long in which to make it.

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Night fell sooner than he'd expected, and while Beast would have trusted his night vision in a city against those that walked the night, there was something about the forest that made it more difficult. There were too many things that didn't register until it was almost too late for him to feel comfortable going through the night on his own.

So, he stopped at the base of one of the giant trees near the mountains. It wasn't ideal, considering that he remembered that some of the tribals made these places their resting areas, but it was better than nothing, and it at least gave him some cover from the storm that was coming.

He had just settled up against the tree when he heard the sound of a branch breaking. Beast sat up, his eyes flicking back and forth, his ears twitching slightly against the tufts of his hair as he tried to see where the sound was coming from. In the dark, it was tricky, but -

Grabbing a smaller piece of wood, he tossed it to the side, an educated guess that paid off. There was a grunt of response, and Beast chuckled.

"I know you're out there. You might as well come into the light."

"You have an unfair sense of aim," the stranger said from the darkness, a deeper voice that sounded mildly amused rather than injured. "I didn't think that anyone would notice me that fast."

"Most wouldn't. However, a simple triangulation of the sound was enough to pinpoint you."

"If you call that simple, I'd be afraid of what you called complicated."

"You should be. Now, are we going to be civilized about this?"

"Well, if we weren't, this would be the place for it."

"Such wit. But I'd like to see who I'm talking to. Common manners, after all."

"Certainly."

And from the bushes at the edge of the tree's roots stepped a beast indeed.

The blue X-Man blinked a few times at the sight of the creature, his eyes flicking up and down to take in every possible detail. Unlike the reptiles that he had seen in the Savage Land before, this one had both the body structure of a land-born creature while having the wings of an aerial one. There was no sign of the touch of Sauron on him, either, none of the control that the monster tended to wield over his subjects. Instead, this one almost seemed...humble. Strangely enough, he even wore a robe that would have normally been reserved for monks.

Beast found it hard to believe that someone like that would be living in the Savage Lands, however. There was probably at least a degree of subterfuge going on.

"I suppose I should introduce myself," he said. "My name is Hank McCoy, though most of my companions call me Beast, these days."

He offered his hand, and the stranger took it. It was rare that he felt a grip that could match his, and particularly a hand that was of similar size. He rather liked the equality, and gave the newcomer a good squeeze in return.

"My name is Draconicon. I'm a bit of a stranger here, myself."

"I gathered as much. Someone wearing a robe of study would hardly fit in among the savages here."

"Ah..."

"Something wrong?"

"No, just an interesting observation." The creature looked down at his robes, shaking his head. "I wouldn't have called them robes of study, but I suppose that it's not entirely inaccurate, heh. It's just a bit more than I would have used to describe them."

"What would you have said?"

"Nothing as elegant, I assure you."

"...Anyway, Draconicon. I don't mean to pry, but what are you doing here? Most people don't visit these lands without a good reason."

"I'm looking for specific people. Individuals that might be useful in the long run for certain duties."

"That's a very vague answer."

"It's a very vague purpose. I like to see if inspiration strikes."

"And what will you do with them when you find them?"

"I'll offer them an invitation. There's something worth defending that I need help shoring up. It's a long-term project, though, so I need to be sure that anyone that comes with me is willing to sign on for the long haul."

The stranger was becoming ever more fascinating, but Beast knew that there was only so long that he had before he would need to sleep. At least this Draconicon didn't seem to be entirely dangerous. There was...something...to him that hadn't been disclosed just yet, Beast was sure, but there was much to him that fascinated the blue X-Man.

Leaning back against the tree, he gestured over his shoulder.

"Tomorrow, I have to catch up with the rest of my team. If you want to pitch your idea to them when we find them, I'm sure that they'll have a moment or two to listen. But for now..."

"You need to rest?"

"I do. I know this is a strange request, but would you take first watch?"

"I'm surprised you trust me."

"Should I not?"

"Some would say that, heh. But for now, you're safe. Like I said, I only just got here, and I've probably not used up so much energy as you have. Go ahead and sleep. I'll wake you in...four hours?"

"That will be fine. Thank you."

The creature turned away, sitting on the stump, and Beast closed his eyes, but not quite to sleep just yet.

There had been a strange scent rising in the air during their conversation, one that had been strong enough to keep his attention despite wanting to ask more questions. It kept pushing his thoughts back a bit, but he was aware enough, and smart enough, to know when his mind was being affected.

After a few more short sniffs, he had an answer. There was a pheromone in the air, something thick and heavy and...kind of warm. It must have been some new thing in the Savage Lands. The plants and the animals were always changing, always coming up with some new evolution to keep themselves safe from predators.

As long as this scent didn't get too much stronger during the night, he was sure that he'd be fine. There was nothing to be concerned about. He let his eyes close more naturally, rolling onto his side and sliding into sleep.

_Beast squatted on the balls of his feet, his teeth bared as he growled at shadowy things. His eyes were white, empty, more the eyes of an animal than a scientist, and he was naked as could be.

Something had changed. Something was wrong. But at the same time, something was right. So right.

Beast leaped down from his pedestal, growling in the depths of his throat. He was naked, his cock out, out and throbbing like a dog that smelled a bitch in heat, but so much harder than that. His fur was thicker, too, pressing down on his cock and stroking it with each crawling, four-legged step that he took along the ground. No walking, no standing like a human. He was a beast, after all. The Beast.

The growl echoed through the dream, pulling back towards him as he felt the pressure of the pleasure on his body and mind. Every stroke, every light touch of his own fur around his erection throbbed through him and dragged him further down into the more bestial headspace that he was already in. He wanted to rut, wanted to fight, wanted to hunt, wanted to fuck._

Wanted to be fucked, too. He dreamed of something up his ass, of something that was plugging him and holding him open. What? Didn't know, too stupid, too far into the animal brain for him to be able to think it through properly. Didn't matter, either, as long as he could still move.

He shifted about, moving on the edges of his toes through the room, feeling the way that something, somewhere was watching him. Staring at him. Enjoying the way that he was flaunting his body the way an animal would.

Something in Beast appreciated the admiration, enjoying the way that he was stared at, admired, given the respect that something so strong and so virile deserved. He strutted a little more, thrusting his ass out more than he had to in order to make sure that everyone had just the thing that they wanted to see.

He was a Beast. He was the Beast.

The dream ended with a gasp as he was shaken awake, finding himself staring up at the white eyes of the creature. Of Draconicon. The beast patted him on the shoulder until he calmed down, and Beast sat up with a slow sigh, rubbing his forehead as he felt the edges of the dream fade away and the rest of the real world show itself again.

He was still...stiff. Stiff and hard in a way that he hadn't imagined that he would be in a dream that had robbed him of any and all ability to think. The feeling of pressure around his cock was not easily ignored, either, and he was hoping that the stranger wasn't looking down and staring at that. God knew how he would be able to ignore it, though.

"Sorry. That was a stronger dream than I expected..."

"Do you need to go back to sleep?" Draconicon asked.

"No, I'll be alright. Thank you."

Beast sat up, taking a few more deep breaths. The powerful pheromones were thicker in the air than they had been when he'd gone to sleep, and each breath made his cock throb that much more in response to the powerful effects that they had. They weren't burning in his brain, yet, but he knew that they were only going to get worse. That was the nature of pheromones. The body took forever to get used to them, and by the time that it did, most people had already given into them.

And he was more vulnerable than most. The beast instincts in his brain were always pushing at him as it was, and the fact that they might be more powerful now was not something that made him feel better. The Savage Lands always pushed at his instincts, trying to make him do something that he shouldn't, and the combination of...that...with this...

He could feel his cock still throbbing as he moved to the branch, sitting and squatting in the way that he had been in the dream. As soon as he realized the similarities of the poses, he shifted to sit normally, kicking his legs back and forth a few times.

He was aware that the creature was watching him, too. Draconicon was staring at his back, or at least, he hoped it was his back. He had been pushing his ass out a bit, and that might have been -

No, that wasn't what the creature was staring at. It was just...no.

Beast shook his head a few times, trying to push those images out of his mind. The dream was lingering far longer than usual, and he wasn't keen on it taking up residence in his brain. That was the place of science and culture and civilized thought, not the place of the beast's rut.

Even if that had been a rather pleasurable dream if he was honest with himself...

He shook his head again, forcing the thought down and out of his skull. It was time to go on watch, and that meant that he had to be attentive.

"Sleep," he told Draconicon.

"I will, I will. Just make sure that you don't let anything sneak up on us."

A few minutes later, when he glanced over his shoulder, he saw that the reptile had done just that. The dragon-like creature was on his back, his hands folded over his chest, and his breath came slowly and evenly. It was definitely sleep rather than any pretense towards anything else.

Beast looked out into the forest for a moment, then took a deep breath once more. He sniffed deliberately at the air, turning his head this way and that, trying to pin down the source, or at least, the direction, of the heady fumes that were messing with his mind and his body.

It didn't take long for him to realize that it was all coming from his guest. Beast's eyebrows almost flew off his head as he realized that the potent pheromones were all coming from Draconicon, but now that he paid attention...

He hopped down from the root, moving a bit closer. The dragon-creature was still asleep, his wings flared out on either side of him. He realized that it was probably behavior designed to keep anyone from sneaking up on him, the wings sensitive enough to pressure that the dragon thing would wake up as soon as someone came near. So, he had to do something smarter.

Beast climbed up the tree, grabbing some of the vines from the upper levels. Tying them together, he was able to create a crude sort of sling and pulley, and he lowered himself down.

Soon, he was hovering right over his ever-so-strange guest, and he was able to take a breath a bit closer to him. In this case, a bit closer to his neck.

As soon as he did, the pheromones hit him much more strongly. The fading erection in his speedo jumped right back up again, throbbing and pushing at the edges of its endurance. He bit off a growl that wanted to leap out of his throat, barely holding it back, barely keeping himself from panting right then and there.

This is going to be a problem, the intelligent part of his brain thought.

He's...sexy... the beast part of his brain thought.

The intelligent part immediately settled into war with the animal part, knowing that they didn't have time for that sort of imagining. They had to find their team, and if this was all based around pheromones, any sort of attraction was doomed to failure. All it meant was that their body wanted to have a little bit of fun, not that they liked the person.

However, the animal part didn't want to listen. The animal part was getting more and more aroused as it smelled the dragon-creature, and it wanted to see more.

Against his better judgment, Beast indulged his animal half. The last thing that he wanted was to be blindsided by some sort of ability that this Draconicon had. The dragon hadn't told him about the pheromones - though if he was a stranger here, it was possible that he didn't know about it - and there might be other things that the dragon had that would make life difficult. There might be other pheromones...

Carefully, Beast opened the robes of his new acquaintance. The dragon's chest was no different from his neck, though there was a slight twinge of heat from the edges of the torso and armpits. There was probably something thicker there, something more powerful, but he wouldn't need to test that for now. Better to keep looking around, see what he could find.

Further down, further down. No increase in scent as the robe was carefully parted along the way to the belly button. Past that, though...

One sniff, and he froze at the waistband that held the robe together. Beast caught the edge of a much stronger sort of pheromones, the sort that would have sent a werewolf or even some human females into...want. He shook his head, trying to push the feeling out of his skull, but it had already taken up root. There was something there, something strong, something good, and there was a part of him that wanted more.

His hands shook, his intelligent side trying to stop them, but the other side was too much in charge now. The animal wanted to see what else it could get.

Beast pulled the dragon's robes open, and as soon as Draconicon's body was fully on display, the smell hit him. Hit him right in the dick.

Beast's eyes went pale, his intelligent thought fading from him. He huffed and puffed, sucking in the pheromones that rose from the dragon's cock and balls. They were hot and heady, burning through his thoughts like wildfire through the trees. He growled deep in his throat, his head lowering down, his rubbery lips pressed against that heavy, black sack, his nose buried in the space between heavy cock and heavy balls.

He breathed in the soft sweat, the heady musk, the brain-melting odor that broke down the intelligent side and shoved it into the corner. The beast's cock had finally pushed to full hardness, and he was throbbing against the inside of his speedo, humping without care.

And the dragon finally woke up.

White eyes met white eyes, and they stared at one another. Beast-Beast growled, his fingers darting forward -

Only to freeze in mid-motion. Draconicon smiled.

"I wondered how long it would take for that to start happening. Still, the fact that you managed to hold out for five hours..."

Beast didn't know what the other male was saying. All that he knew was that he needed to fuck. He needed to touch and rut and fuck and -

"Hold on a second."

The dragon slid back a few feet, sliding out from under the suspended blue Beast. A few flicks of his hands, and the vine ropes pulled Beast back to his feet. The animal brain didn't care. All that mattered was that he was in a better position for thrusting, fucking, rutting, screwing. He wanted to use his cock again, wanted to put it to use on the person right in front of him.

Yet, despite his strength, he couldn't break through the strange barrier that the dragon had conjured around him. There was something off about it, something that was different from the powers that he was used to dealing with. This wasn't telekinesis, or anything like that. This was something -

Magic, said the intelligent part of his brain. This is magic.

Beast growled, particularly as the dragon stepped close again. The pheromones burned into him with every breath, bringing his libido to the fore and making it impossible for him to think of anything else. Draconicon shook his head.

"Such a change. You were so civil and polite, and now? Now, you're nothing but the beast. I imagine that this is quite the change for you. You normally have to work so hard to hold this back, don't you?"

"Rrrrr..."

Speaking was hard for him now, the pressure of the beast brain making it hard for the words to form. It didn't get easier when the dragon pulled down his speedo, letting his cock out and gripping it as tightly as he did. Beast wanted to hump, to thrust, to fuck that grip around his shaft, but all he could do was stand there as it was stroked.

"There's a certain amount of pressure that all of us need to let loose now and again. The more that you hold back, the more that it builds up. I imagine that you have been keeping it in tight, making sure that nobody could judge you like the Beast that you appear. Particularly here.

"Well, I think that you need to know that I don't mind this. In fact, I rather enjoy the Beast that I see...even if I also need Mr. McCoy's mind," the dragon said, his fingers squeezing tight around the base of Beast's cock.

The pressure, the words, they meant more than the dragon probably knew. It was an acceptance of two sides, rather than one. More than a few supervillains had tried to force him into the beast form more than once, and they had tried to keep him there, a beast in truth rather than just in name. He growled in his throat and chest again, trying to push, trying to break through the barrier, but it was as firm as ever.

And that hand...that teasing hand, stroking him up and down, up and down, making his cock throb all the harder as a result...he wanted to grab it and use it properly, or push the dragon down...

But that didn't happen. Instead, the dragon moved behind him, and that cock, that source of all that musk, pressed against his ass. The Beast growled again, trying to turn, trying to pull forward, but there was no way for him to move. All he could do was stand there, feeling a hand on his cock in the front and a dick on his ass in the back. He was forced still, made to stand still as his speedos were dropped down to his ankles.

"I know you, Beast. I know you, Hank. You want to be something better than this body. And you want to be more than just your mind. You want to be you. And that...I can give you."

The dragon's cock was rising, and Beast wanted to push it away...didn't he? He didn't...he was the Beast...

The dragon's other hand came up to his face, and it was laden with some slimy wetness. Pre-cum, Beast realized a split second before it was pressed under his nose. He breathed, and his eyes fluttered, his cock jumping up, throbbing harder.

"Yes, you know what that is...let it take over..."

The pressure of those pheromones on his brain only got worse, the power of the greater male forcing his mind down, into submission, into the needy, rutting pose. He would have pushed his ass up after getting a breath of that, but as it stood, all he could do was pant and moan. His hole puckered, kissing the dragon's shaft.

"That's it. Let it fall. Let yourself fall...and enjoy..."

The pressure on him faded a bit, and Beast fell to all fours. He rose up a bit, thrusting his ass up like he was the bitch in heat, and his hole clenched and tightened, his muscles tensed and pushed out a bit as he felt the eyes of the dragon on him.

That cock never left his ass, either, still bumping his pucker, still teasing him with what it was going to do to him. He wasn't going to just let it get away with that. He needed pleasure, too, so he was going to take it.

He pushed back, forcing the tip of that dick into his ass, and he growled as he realized just how big it was. Nearly as thick as a human's fist, as a matter of fact, and he wasn't nearly stretched enough for something like that.

It didn't matter. He took it anyway, feeling it going deep, feeling it going in at least halfway. Six inches, seven? Something like that, it was hard to tell exactly, but it was enough for him to feel it and to enjoy it.

A soft huff escaped him as he felt it throbbing inside of him, oozing more of that powerful goo inside of him. It tingled, almost like one might have felt from mild radiation. Something...mutagenic?

The smart side of him set to analyzing that, while the beast side just enjoyed it. He pushed back further, taking it deeper, and the dragon seemed to like that. Certainly, he leaned forward more, Draconicon reaching around and grabbing him by the dick again.

The feeling of that grip around his cock was just what he needed, too. He wanted to keep getting that pleasure. He wanted to keep humping, to feel something inside of him and to feel something on him at the same time. And now, now he could.

Beast thrust forward with all the eagerness of a stud led to the breeding tube, humping into the dragon's hand before thrusting his ass back against the cock inside of him. Bit by bit, he felt it sinking deeper, opening him up, claiming the Beast and mastering it. He moaned for more, thrusting back, panting, moaning, shivering, gasping. He needed it, craved it, and his balls churned as he started to thrust harder, faster.

He thrust the tip of his cock through the space between the dragon's finger, spurting pre over the ground and between the digits, making it clear that he was needy for this, making it clear to the bigger, stronger male that he wanted to be taken. He was spurting his seed away, not claiming, not marking.

"That's it...give in...enjoy..."

Beast did just that, and he swore he felt another tingle, one that was running through his cock. The way that the dragon gripped the base of his shaft felt good, but every so often, he felt a zap of sorts, something that hit him hard right in the core of his body. Something that ran through his cock right to his balls and then back up. And every so often, he swore that he was feeling his cock force the dragon's fingers further apart.

Beast looked down between his legs, and he stared. There, right there, was a growing bulge at the base of his shaft.

Even the animal side of Beast knew what that was. That was a knot, a knot meant for the beast creatures of the world, for the ones that had no control, the ones that would thrust and rut and leave if they weren't locked with someone to see them pregnant and bred. It was a marker that was taking away more of his civilized side, something that would take him and leave him more of a beast.

And the animal side love it.

Hump, thrust, hump, thrust, feeling that thick bulge growing bigger and bigger at the base of his cock. He wanted to feel it swell even larger, even bigger, make it into something that would never be missed even when he did have clothes on. Would he ever wear clothes again? He didn't know.

"NNnngh!"

Another growl, another pant and groan was ripped from him as that cock finally hilted with him from behind. He swore that it was deep in his guts, molding his hole to that thickness. He didn't know if it would ever stop being a bit open after this, if he'd ever stop being so open and eager for more.

It didn't matter, either. It felt right. It felt good.

Beast thrust his hips back, grinding against the superior dragon male, taking it as deep as he could. The dragon took the hint...and went hard.

He was shoved into the ground, his face into the dirt, and his ass was used and rutted hard. He could feel the bruising force of the dragon's hips slamming into him, the heat of that cock grinding into his inner walls and opening him up all the more. Each thrust seemed to go deeper than the last, and each time he felt that tip in his guts, he wanted to cum.

Squeeze, thrust, squeeze, thrust, that hand and that cock working in tandem to drive him mad. Beast panted under his breath, huffing and thrusting and gasping every time that he felt that orgasm come closer. He wanted to lock with something, wanted to knot, wanted to -

And then suddenly, the dragon squeezed. His knot inflated, grew tight and taut...

And he came.

Beast howled against the ground, cumming as only an animal could, savoring that pleasure and that sheer ferocity of the orgasm as he came and came and came, shooting strings of seed all over the ground as he tightened up over the dragon's cock.

The other male's orgasm came seconds later, spurting into his guts, filling him up, drowning his insides in dragon cum. He felt the same tingle as he had from the pre-cum, felt it even stronger as it washed through him, carrying away the guilt and the worries that came from being a Beast.

He was alright with that, now. He had a reason to be an animal...and a reason to enjoy it.

Slowly, he faded, dropping down into the deep darkness of unconsciousness, and he slept with naughty dreams.

The next morning came quickly, and Beast woke up with his intelligence back where it was supposed to be. He could feel the dirt under his bare ass, so he knew what had happened wasn't a dream. He sat up, looked down...and blushed.

While the knot had faded from his cock, something else had taken its place. The head of his cock was pierced with a Prince Albert, something that made it look both more...sophisticated and more deviant at the same time. He tried to shake his head at it, tried to say that he was just seeing things, but nope. It was still there.

More than that, so was Draconicon. Beast sat up slowly, shaking his head a few times.

"I assume what happened last night has some meaning, then."

"Of course. It was a taste of what you can have if you come with me."

"I have a team that I have to meet up with."

"I'm sure. But I imagine that, after that, you will have some freedom."

"...Possibly."

"There are other geniuses in the world, Beast. I can make sure that one of them does join your team, if you're worried about that."

It was a temptation. He had never felt so free as he had the night before, never felt so allowed to be himself. Everyone wanted just one side of him. Some wanted the scientist, some wanted the fighter, some wanted the Beast. This one...this one seemed to want all of them, rather than just one.

And the fact that he had managed to keep control so easily spoke volumes to his capability, Beast would have to admit. It meant that he would probably be able to keep control if he ever started to lose his own.

He sat up a bit more, using the tree trunk to push himself upright.

"I don't suppose that you have clothing for me? Or could you tell me where my uniform went?"

"Somewhere in the jungle," the dragon said with a shrug. "I wasn't paying too much attention to the little dinosaurs."

"Then perhaps you can tell me what I need to do in order to get a new uniform."

"Ahhh, you're starting to get it, hmm?"

"You are a hedonistic creature that has entirely too much power, yet is facing someone that has more power than he currently has. You enjoy transactions of a sexual nature, and yet have the mind to know what is valuable and what is not." Beast smiled. "I know that you can make something for me. I just need to know what you need in return."

"Well, I've always had a thing for bare feet, and you have a lovely pair..."

The End