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Issues of Libido for DrakeHavok by Draconicon

"Okay, easy does it..."

Draconicon took a deep breath as he held the vial over the cauldron. He'd had to put off the production of Serum 58 due to all the issues with Havok's horse form - not to mention all the distractions that came with it - but now it was time to finally get back to work. All the other ingredients were at the proper point. He just needed to measure in precisely three milliliters of giant retinal fluid.

"One...two...thr-"

THUMP THUMP THUMP!

He jumped at the sudden knocking, and could only watch as a fourth milliliter dripped down towards the surface of the water in slow motion.

"Oh...no."

BOOM!

"Uh...sorry about that, Drac."

The black dragon waved his hand as he held an ice pack on his head. Despite the accident and the apology, the kitsune - apparently, Havok's latest misfit form - didn't seem too bothered. Then again, it was hardly the first time that such an explosion had gone off and sent him rocketing around somewhere.

Draconicon pulled the ice away, groaned, and put it back before he turned to look at the kitsune properly.

"So, what's the issue this time?"

"You mean, besides the fact that I'm a kitsune?"

"Don't really see that as an issue. You don't look too bad as a vulpine."

"Yeah, and you don't look too bad for having flown through three different walls."

"...Fair point."

The dragon shook his head, sitting a bit straighter as he looked over the kitsune's body. He could see the tendrils of magic that were parts of the spell hanging around; unlike the horse curse, this one didn't look like it would take so many weeks to unravel. He could probably get it done in a couple of days, if it even took that long.

He smiled as he thought of all the fun he'd had when he had the horse under his thumb. Maybe he could enjoy that again, too.

"Alright, well -"

"I ain't stripping down this time."

"Oh?"

"And you're not using your feet this time, either."

The dragon arched an eyebrow, and the kitsune crossed his arms.

"You're not making me spend another few weeks under your thumb just for fun. Just check me out, and then fix me."

"Heh, fine."

It was a bit of a pity that he couldn't go with the tried and true method for hypnosis, all things considered. Havok tended to submit to the foot hypnosis faster than other methods, and he definitely stayed under for longer. However, it was far from the only method to have a little fun with his friend.

Standing up and putting the ice pack down, Draconicon walked around the rubble in the middle of the room to stand in front of the kitsune. He cleared his throat, and turned Havok's head with a grip on his chin.

"Just need to take a look into your eyes here..."

"Fine, but no tricks."

Silly. You know I'm full of them, he thought as he looked into Havok's eyes. There were a number of different sparkles in there, all probably bits of magic, but they likely were just part of the transformation. He doubted he had to worry about them. Draconicon summoned a little magic to throw into the ocular hypnosis -

SHING!

The sudden rush of energy struck his mind like a club to a gong, and the dragon rocked backwards, clutching his head with a groan. It felt like he'd just sucked in a great deal of...something, and he was still processing it.

When he opened his eyes again, he blinked to see Havok already back to his dragon self, yet he didn't trust the white dragon's smile.

"What...what are you grinning for?"

"Oh, just looking forward to my revenge."

"Reve - oh, you sneaky son of a bitch."

Those bits of magic in Havok's eyes hadn't been from the transformation. Or, rather they had been, but not from Havok's specific transformation. No, they were traps, receptors to pick up another source of magic and then attack. He'd walked right into it, and now, he was already feeling the effects, as an itch started to spread across his scales.

"Fuck...This is going to drive me nuts."

"Oh, you have no idea."

Ignoring Havok's gloating, Draconicon pulled off his robe, throwing it to the side just in time to see some of the orange-white fur start sprouting from his chest. His scales fell out as the fur came in, the latter forcing the former out of place and making them lose their anchorage in his body. Draconicon shook his head as the various scales fell, and reached down, picking them up and sweeping them into a pile. Havok cocked his head.

"You seem very philosophical about this."

"Yeah, well, not the first time I've been transformed. First time I've been caught with that trap, though; clever."

"Well, um, there's more to it."

"Somehow, I'm not surprised."

Draconicon had to resist reaching down to his crotch as he felt a sudden flare of energy down there, and blushed as he watched his cock descending into a pocket of flesh that turned into a sheath. So, it was going to be that sort of shift. Which meant -

"GAH!"

The shifting dragon groaned as he was forced up a little higher, his legs bending in a new way, and his ankles quite a bit higher than they had been a bit before. He glared down at his new 'feet' which were much more paw-like, and shook his head, grumbling in discontent. A sheath, he could deal with. Losing a nice pair of feet felt more like a personal insult. Still, it seemed like that wasn't the real revenge that Havok meant. It was annoying, but it wasn't really revenge quite yet.

It wasn't until his tail began its conversion and the fur started to pop out along his face that he felt the first burst of heat under his tail, and he gasped in both shock and lust. He groaned, forcing himself to sit down and keep his hands under his arms, blushing as Havok started chuckling at him.

"Heh, starting to feel it, huh?"

"I can't believe it...you actually found someone that knew this curse."

"Believe me, it took some persuasion, but the Thousand Man's Lust seemed pretty appropriate to you."

Draconicon groaned, feeling one tail after another pop out of the base of his spine. Each one was slightly longer than his own had been, but it was the number of them that left him groaning rather than the feeling of them waving around behind him. The swelling heat in his ass, the way that his cock was already throbbing out of its sheath - at a humiliating four inches, admittedly, but still throbbing - and the need building in the back of his head told him that it was definitely the right guess for the curse.

He desperately racked his mind for the way to get rid of it, but he came up with nothing. The only way to deal with it was to give in to the sluttiness that it unleashed. Each tail, save for the last one, represented a hundred different individuals he'd have to get fucked by. For each tail, his libido would squared. And he already had a good four tails, and five more were on the way.

His eyes flicked over to Havok, and he groaned as the dragon was already pulling his pants down, yanking out his cock and stroking it a few times.

"You...fucking...suck."

"Yeah, well, this is what you get when you start enslaving friends. Really, come on, you gotta give us a little more credit."

"Yeah, but you just had to deal with me. I gotta deal with a thousand different people."

"Heh, yep." The white dragon waved his cock back and forth, and as the sixth tail grew in, Draconicon couldn't help but stare at it. "Might want to get started, huh?"

"I should...should be blasting you...with a lightning bolt."

"Heh, but you won't. Not until you get at least a few of those tails gone. And considering everything that you've been doing, I don't think you'll get that so easy. Particularly if you know who finds out about this."

"You wouldn't...you wouldn't tell...her."

"Heh, maybe, maybe not. But I definitely will if you don't get over here and start giving me a bit of satisfaction, Drac."

"You -"

"No, you better start sucking. Now."

Driven to his knees as much by the threat as by the eighth tail that popped in, Draconicon crawled across the floor. He could feel his hole puckering with need, and the heat inside of him - measured clinically - felt like one four times as hot as a female's breeding season. The scent of a cock was enough to make him drool, and the sight of one was almost enough to get him to cum right there.

He paused in front of the white dragon, trying to hold onto some bit of his pride, but it was impossible. The most he could do was stare at it worshipfully, keeping himself from leaning forward and sucking it.

And when Havok bopped him on the cheek with his cock, he had no chance at all, slurping it down like the 9 tailed whore that he was rapidly becoming.

The End