Chapter 194 - My SI Stash #94 - Be a Dragon by Ideas-Guy (DCUXMulticross) (1/2)

-Same author as ”Power Corrupts”. Ideas-Guy tries out a new NSFW multicross fic~ SI starts in DCU, specifically Teen Titans!

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Rated: M

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Chapter 1

There was a meme about being yourself unless you could be a dragon. I never gave it much thought beyond the occasional chuckle but that was about it. Now, however, looking down at my absolutely massive body covered in scales that were as black as midnight with the ones on my stomach lightening to a gray until a pure white, I suddenly found myself thinking about that meme in a much more literal light.

I swiveled my massive head, large enough to swallow a minivan in a single bite. My elongated snout oddly not present when I looked up at the night sky, a crescent moon hanging above. It looked absolutely scenic with the ocean before, the wave gently moving forward before receding. I guess a snout was a lot like a nose -- I could only see a side of it when I closed one eye or when I was trying to notice it. Huh. Well...that was neat, I guess.

I shifted, the ocean washed stone cracking underneath my incredible weight, the action bringing my attention to the wings that jutted out of my back. Right. I was a dragon so, of course, I would have wings. They were pretty big, but I'm pretty sure they shouldn't be large enough for me to take flight. But, the same could be said for a bumblebee and if those things can fly then I could too.

Testing my theory, I crouched down, fanning my wings out wide with the same ease as I would move my arms, and jumped as I flapped down. The wind-pressure was enough to cause sand and stone to fly away, the ocean that had once gently lapped at my feet pushed back for a moment, then another as I flapped again to gain some more height.

I was flying. It took a couple more flaps before I was soaring into the air, leaving the ground far beneath me. There was a city in the distance, its shining lights the only thing that I could use to easily judge how high up I was, but if there were clouds, then I would have been swimming in them. My dragon heart thumped with joy, my snout twisting back in a mockery of a smile for all the razor-sharp teeth it displayed.

Banking left, I headed towards the city, drawn to it like a moth to a flame. There weren't any distinguishing buildings I could see with my new eyesight - it was night, but I was seeing with the same ease as if it were day and in such rich detail. I hadn't marveled at seeing like this since when I first got my glasses at fifteen and learned that up until that moment I was as blind as a bat.

Wait, I should probably avoid sticking so close to the city. That sounded like a really good way to get the military involved. I couldn't imagine the US's response to a giant dragon appearing by one of our cities with anything but overwhelming force. Not to mention I could hit a plane or something. Flapping once, I sailed a bit higher, the wind catching underneath my massive wings and I coasted away from the city.

Being a dragon was absolutely awesome. 10 out of 10, would stay a dragon forever if it was an option. Two enthusiastic thumbs up. Would recommend.

I followed the coastline for a moment, simply savoring the feeling of flight outside of a metal tube with wings. Angling myself I flew over the ocean, drifting down so close that the tip of my wings touched water. Questions tugged at the back of my mind, but I ignored them like I ignored all of my problems in favor of indulging in a childhood dream. My gaze landed on the city that I left behind as I slowly turned around for another pass, this time much further away just so I could get a landmark.

There was one, but just not one that I expected. It wasn't the Golden Gate Bridge or anything like that. It was a building built on a small island just outside of the city without a bridge to connect them. A building shaped like a giant T, and despite how impossible it should be, I knew exactly what the T stood for.

Teen Titans.

I was in DC comics.

Right. That's...bad. Oh, man that was really, really bad. I mean, sure, DC was one of my favorite settings of all time, but there was a real issue of me being a giant dragon and their learned response to dangers of my size was to open a can of whoop-ass. I didn't want my first interaction with DC heroes to be explaining why they shouldn't kick my teeth in. But how did I go back to human form-

Oh. By wanting to be in a human form, I realized, feeling my body shrink in response to my will. Slowing myself down a bit, I timed the transformation well enough that I didn't land too hard when I was back in...not my regular body. For starters, I was a lot taller. And buffer. Seriously, it was like God himself labored over my body before proclaiming it his ultimate masterpiece.

Though a few things were out of place, I realized, thumbing the pink hair that fell around my left eye. Thankfully, it wasn't full-on emo hair or anything. One-half of my bangs were cut short, matching the sides of my head, while the rest drifted down in a sort of business casual kind of look. So, that was a thing. On the plus side, no dragon d_i_c_k or scales in weird places.

Now I had another issue. I was n_a_k_e_d. In the middle of the woods.

Right.

Walking in the direction of the highway, I briskly jogged a bit, my junk swinging in the breeze. Then I started to sprint. Then I kept sprinting for a couple of miles, my breathing even despite the fact that I was moving at speeds that would make Olympic sprinters cry. So, apparently my body came with more perks than I expected. Cool. Now, if only they could get me some clothes, or something, then that'd be perfect.

Since clothes didn't magically appear on me, then I'm guessing my dragon powers couldn't manage that. Unfortunate, but no big deal.

Eventually, I made it to the highway. Through the trees, I looked at the cars zooming in and out of the city, an idea struck me. I never thought I'd do it, much less n_a_k_e_d, and while I could run into the city...I just didn't want to. It was kinda far away, then I would have to walk n_a_k_e_d in a city, and odds were I'd get arrested for indecent exposure.

Stepping forward, I walked on the edge of the highway and stuck out my thumb. Any danger of a creep picking me up was mitigated by the fact I was a mother f_u_c_k_i_n_g dragon. If they tried anything then not only would I have a car, but clothes too by virtue of me taking them since I doubt that the creep that tried to molest me would be able to stop me from taking what I wanted. If anything, this plan of mine didn't have a single downside.

Only if someone would stop and help the large n_a_k_e_d man trying to hitch a ride. Cars passed me by, some of them flashing their high beams at me, but none stopped. Which was annoying. Maybe I would end up running into the city? Ah, that would suck. Though, maybe if I got closer to the city the cars would go slow enough to actually see me.

However, as if they could sense my internal plea, a bright pink fancy looking car bobbed and weaved in and out of traffic, the roar of its engine announcing its presence long before I saw it. I didn't know what kind it was since I wasn't much of a car guy, but it was the kind of car that you took one look at it and went 'that's out of my price range.' A dream car, of sorts.

At first, it blew past me, butchering the speed limit and I wouldn't have given it another thought if that same car didn't slam on the brakes hard enough that the tires screeched on the asphalt. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw that same car ignored every traffic law in existence by going into the side emergency lane and backing up at speeds that I thought they were going out of their way to hit me, or something.

Instead, they pulled up next to me, a tinted black window rolling down to reveal a woman in her late teens to early twenties. Blonde hair with a pink headband, blue eyes, high cheekbones with a strong jawline that led to a stubborn chin. From looks alone, she was a nine out of ten but in a car like that, she was easily a dime if there ever was one.

Her blue eyes raked over me, a grin on her face that grew when her gaze lingered on the hand covering my groin. ”It looks like you're in a spot of trouble. Need a ride?” She asked, her voice a tad high pitched but who cared about that?

”Yeah, if you wouldn't mind,” I said with what I hoped was a friendly smile. My teeth weren't dragon teeth, right? Well, she didn't take off, so I'm guessing it was fine. The sound of the doors unlocking seemed to echo on the busy street, and I wasted no time getting inside, settling in the passenger seat since it was a two-seater. ”Thanks a lot for this.”

”Sure thing,” the woman said, her eyes roaming me as I buckled up. ”Would you be willing to say how you ended up n_a_k_e_d outside the city? Do, ah, I need to take you to the police, or anything?” She asked somewhat hesitantly, her plucked eyebrows drawing together as if it just occurred to her that I might have had a bad day if I was n_a_k_e_d on the highway.

”No,” I shook my head, not wanting to get the police involved. Though, if this was DC, then depending on the timeline, they could have a process for stuff like this. Or, just as likely, I was in the Injustice-verse and murderous Superman could fly over to murder me in case I could be a threat. Nah, I don't want to go through that whole headache of dealing with the bureaucracy, especially when there was a not-insignificant chance of that bureaucracy trying to kill me. But what reason could I have for being n_a_k_e_d on the highway?

”Fraternity,” I lied easily, and pure understanding flooded the woman's gaze, nodding as if that made perfect sense. To be fair, it really did. ”They dropped me off outside of the city and told me to camp out there for a day like that tv show 'n_a_k_e_d survival' but I need my amenities.”

The woman laughed, ”Can't say they did anything like that to get into my sorority.” She commented before offering a smile that showed off perfect teeth. ”I'm Kitten, by the way.” Kitten introduced herself and I could only hope that was a nickname or something. She offered a hand that I shook, smiling back at her.

I almost introduced myself with my real name, but...I was a dragon now. In a new world, in a new body. Let's go with…”Nero,” I introduced myself, going with the first obscure and pretentious name that came to mind. Sure, it was a little pretentious, but I was also a dragon, so who cared what everyone else thought. Not me.

”That's, like, kinda a weird name, so I'm just going to call you...Bae,” Kitten decided with the ease of someone used to being obeyed.

”If you're giving me a ride, then you can call me anything that you want,” I returned with a small shrug of my shoulders.

Kitten just grinned at that, ”well, from the sounds of it, you need a place to spend the night too.” She said, not so subtly running her gaze over my chiseled body that I didn't earn in the slightest. ”If you're interested, you can stay at my place so your frat doesn't find out you skipped out on your hazing. I promise you, it has plenty of amenities for you,” she offered, and I could barely believe my luck.

First I become a dragon in one of my favorite settings and now a hot rich girl wants to bang me. If this was a dream then I never wanted to wake up.

”I'm game for anything,” I informed, our eyes meeting knowingly. Kitten's smile grew as she revved the engine, merging into traffic without looking. I'm...I'm seriously hoping that this was a SUPER SCIENCE car that had auto-detect and crap.

”Good. I was on my way to my dad's, so I'll just have to make a quick call, 'kay?” Kitten informed before she grabbed her phone to pull up a contact the same exact second that she pulled a U-turn at an intersection that forbade U-turns, letting us rejoin traffic going into the city. If this was anything to go by, then I have absolutely no idea how this girl wasn't dead yet. A display on the dash showed the contact Daddy before someone picked up on the other end.

”Yes, my Kitten?” Came a middle-aged man's voice and I could only hope that Kitten didn't mean 'that' kind of daddy.

”Hey, I can't make it tonight, something came up. Love you, bye,” Kitten informed in short order, ending the call when the man on the other end started to ask what. Her gaze lingered on her phone for a few seconds, and those few seconds were the longest of my life because we were going about a hundred miles an hour and she wasn't looking at the road. However, when nothing happened, a disappointed expression flashed over her face. As if she could leave her disappointment behind her, she put the pedal to the metal and blasted through the city limits, weaving in and out of traffic the entire way.

Then she put a hand on my knee. Thankfully, her other hand remained on the wheel as she pulled off the main highway, taking us down an absolutely scenic road even in the middle of the night. I spotted mansions in the distance, so she was as rich as I thought she was.

I looked at her hand, then at her, a question on my lips that I knew I shouldn't ask but found myself doing so anyway. ”So, do you pick up n_a_k_e_d guys on the side of the road often?” I asked, keeping my tone light. If there had to be another shoe to be dropped, then getting a STD was too big of one for me.

Kitten snorted, ”No, first time for me. And it's not like I have anything to worry about because if you tried anything that I didn't want, I could eject your seat with a push of a button.” She said, gesturing to a button on the dash...with the hand that was supposed to be on the wheel at all times. I blinked, Kitten looking a little too smug for me to discount the possibility, especially considering that this was DC. Who knows, ejector seats might be a common feature in cars now.

She laughed lightly at the worry that must have been on my face, but she didn't say that she was kidding. ”And the only other guy I've been with is my b-...ex boyfriend,” she said, gripping my knee a little tighter. I'm guessing that it wasn't a mutual breakup. No, it definitely wasn't a mutual break up because, somehow, she found a way to go even faster, the powerful engine roaring as we raced down a scenic cliff that offered a perfect view of the ocean.

Realizing that I was in a car with an emotionally vulnerable girl that treated the speed limit as a challenge, I wisely decided to keep my mouth shut. If she decided to wrap this car around a tree, then I'm sure I would get the blame for it somehow because I would have to transform back into a dragon, which, I'm going to be honest, I'm going to consider my true form for now on. Mostly because being a dragon was a lot better than being a human.

Her hand dipped down, lowering to the center of my t_h_i_g_h as she did horrible, depraved things to the speed limit and I'm pretty sure we went on two wheels at some point when she turned a corner a little too sharply. When she rounded the corner, I realized that there was a great big gate at the end of the road used simply to remind people that the poor weren't allowed to go any further.

Kitten pressed a button on her steering wheel, not bothering to slow down as she continued to race forward. The gates cracked open distressingly slowly, I gripped the side door with white knuckles, my heart leaping up to my throat as we blew past the gate by such a narrow margin that if this car had side-view mirrors we wouldn't have them any longer.

Behind the gate was the kind of house that just screamed 'money.' A modern Razor House poised on the edge of a cliff, a perfect view of the ocean. The house itself was made of a lot of glass with sharp angles -- similar to Tony Stark's house in Iron Man, now that I looked at it. This place must cost millions of dollars. Easily.

I let out a low whistle, ”nice place,” I commented to break the heavy silence. Kitten gave my t_h_i_g_h an appreciative squeeze as...a garden lifted upwards, revealing a tunnel that apparently leads to a garage...which was filled with several million dollars worth of cars. I wasn't a car guy, but everyone knew the look of Lamborghinis and Ferraris. One of each for every day of the week, and not to mention the other dozen classic muscle cars.