INTERLUDE: In-Flight Entertainment Part 1

As they sat strapped into their seats for take-off, I showed my companions a basic informational movie on a screen hanging from the wall. It informed them that the rooms were theirs and that they could redecorate them however they like and that anything they leave in the room for safe keeping will be there for them next time we fly like this. I told them that if they needed anything they should just ask. I reiterated that there was no privacy within the flight cabin and that I was aware of everything that happened inside of me. I told them all that I was fully capable of generating tactile illusions, should any of my guests desire humanoid attendants.

Zynthia

"Like an avatar, you can come down and interact inside the little world you have created inside of yourself. Sounds cool. Can you look like anyone?" Zynthia asked the ceiling. "So like, if I wanted Denzel Washington and Scarlett Johansson to appear with trays of fried shrimp?"
<Fried Shrimp might be tricky, but I can do dragon's cheese.> I told her.
"sounds spicy." Zynthia said.
"It is." I said through my Denzel shaped avatar.
"Well, maybe more zesty than spicy." My Scarlett avatar said. "Care for a taste?" I said offering her a piece of red and orange cheese with purple veins running through the cubes.
"MMMMMMohmygod that is amazing." Zynthia said taking a bite. "Wow, there is a balcony, is it safe?"
Denzel nodded. "**** field keeps the air pressure and temperature at a comfortable levels for mortals."
Zynthia stepped out into the night air, the balcony screened on both sides to give my pets their privacy.

Zynthia looked up at the night sky and the extra moons and began to sniffle. "Maybe it's the fact that my mushrooms are wearing off. But its really hitting me that this is all real." Zynthia said with tears in her eyes. "Don't get me wrong. I made my choice and I would not change it even if I could. But this is my world now. I am never going to see my mom and dad again." She wiped her face and snorted. "Sorry. My dragon, God that is weird. I do not want to seem ungrateful. It's just..." Zynthia let out a small purring noise when Denzel's hands touched her back.
"Its alright. I understand. I know this is hard. You have lost your family. But you have a new family now." Denzel's hand was joined by Scarlett's "I am not your father, but I am your Daddy, and I am going to take care of you, you and your sisters." Denzel's mouth leaned in, Zynthia closed the gap and locked lips with her favorite actor. I could feel her lips through my simulacra, I still remember the way her tongue tasted that night. Zynthia felt the actress playfully nibbling on her shoulder. With four hands, I worked to gently disrobe the girl. My hands teasing her as they carefully removed her garments. Zynthia was kissing Scarlett in front of her with Denzel cupping her ample bosom from behind when Zynthia broke the kiss. "Wait." She said. "Before we do this, there is something I need to know. You were isekai'd like me, right? Do you remember me? Am I someone you knew in your past life? Mark, Jack, Sensei, Is that you?" Zynthia asked, a note of pleading in her voice.
<I am sorry, love.> I told her mind to mind. <Right now my whole past life is a surreal blur. I know I was a human from Earth, but that is all. A human shaped mind does not fit neatly into a dragon shaped brain. I can remember every profile page on IMDB with perfect clarity, but the dragon's honest truth is that I cannot remember what my name was, my home town, or anything personal like that. Its possible that was the price I paid to become the dragon I am now.
<What I do know is that when I heard your wish, I looked into your soul and felt a burning desire to collect/cherish/bond/own you. I also know that yours was the only wish I could hear on that entire planet. Which might have been why I wanted you so badly.> I said.
"And now, I am yours." She said before she continued kissing my avatars. The teenager pulled my two humaniforms into bed with her with a tumble and a laugh.
With two mouths I licked at Zynthia's erect nipples. With four hands I explored her supple body. With two pairs of fingers from two different colored hands I felt just how wet the nubile virgin was. Denzel's shaft was longer and harder than anything Zynthia had ever seen in her life before. "Is that really going to fit inside of me?" She asked.
"Only one way to find out." I said as I pulled her thighs open and pushed my cock inside of her.
"AHAHAHOOOOOOHHH! FUCK!" I felt Zynthia's fingernails digging into Denzel's back as he filled her. Zynthia felt the avatar's cock reshape itself inside of her to fill her completely. She felt the tingle of billions of adaptive pleasure cells connecting to her vaginal walls allowing her to experience a magically charged orgasm. Her every cell felt as if it were being licked by a tongue coated in salvia. "Oh Daddy!" Zynthia cried out as she became lost in a psychedelic orgasm that Zynthia told me felt "like I was wrapped in bliss, swimming in pleasure." later while we were cuddling.

Gronma
Gronma pulled against her restraints, groaning with exertion as the orc princess found herself overcome with anger. "YOU PROMISED!" She screamed as I ascended into the air. "I WANT...!" Gronma's words were cut off when I released her from the tentacles' grasp. Her flailing caused the nubile virgin to fall upwards out of her seat and into the chest of the eight foot tall six hundred pound alpha-orc I had manifested in front of her. Gronma looked up at my orcish visage with a nervous look.
I gave the girl a mischievous grin before I yelled "FUCK YOU!" as loud as I could in her face in what she assured me later was excellent Orcish.
I let Gronma slap my avatar once, twice, thrice. The orc did not react. A smile began to form in her face which turned to a wide grin as she began to punch my orc body in the stomach as hard as she could, getting only a look of contempt from her mate. "You are strong." I said before I grabbed both of her wrists in one hand and held Gronma's arms above her head and pressed her against the wall. With my free hand, I caressed the orc princess's cheek. "You will give me a strong brood." Gronma moaned at those words. "I am gonna fill you with enough prime seed to birth your own tribe." I said as I teased her with my orc body's humanly gargantuan cock, its tip brushing her petals, her whole body erupting in orgasm.
"Fuck!" Gronma yelled as she shuddered in my grasp and against the wall that was as much a part of my body as the greenskin bouncing Gronma up and down on his dick. Gronma's eyes rolled into the back of her head as her female-orc instincts took over.

Orc females have a much higher degree of control over their reproductive system than humans, usually. In most cases when an orc woman acquires genetic material from a mate, she is capable of incorporating that essence into the next batch of orcs, goblins, or grok-beasts the orc chooses to give birth to when the orc woman desires the pleasure of producing children. The notable exception is when an orc woman receives a sample of what translates as 'prime-seed', a special form of semen of which orc men are born with a finite amount. Orc men value their prime-seed highly, for when they run out of it, they die. Which is why most of the time orcs will choose to spread only their inferior gob-seed, of which they produce an inexhaustible supply but lacks essential mana-proteins required for the creation of alpha-orcs. Orc males cannot help but spill a significant portion of their prime-seed when plucking the petals of a virgin orc girl no differently than when an orc male is overpowered a stronger female, their bodies give over a portion of their vital life **** which forces the orc woman's reproduction to begin the process of growing new life inside of her.
As a dragon and a prime-breeder to boot, I am more than capable of producing reproductive materials far more potent than anything squirted out by some mortal. "Your first brood will be enormous scalelings. The biggest orcs the tribe has ever seen." I said. THRUST THRUST THRUST.
I heard Gronma reply with "OOOOHHHH, AAAAAHHHHH, OH YYA!
Our sons will be chiefs. Our daughters, matriarchs." I told her. THRUST THRUST THRUST
"YES!" Gronma cried as she bounced herself up and down on my shaft.
My orc-avatar tossed Gronma on the bed. The woman growled "FUCK ME!"
I crawled into bed and finished what I had started. Front, back, on the bottom and from the top. I owned Gronma.

Orcs snuggle and pillow talk just like humans. Gronma's naked body, slick with sweat, pressed itself against my orc-avatar as we lay in beg. "What I do not get is, why me?" Gronma asked. "The mages make sense, you have a plan with them. Granting my wish, it cost you, didn't it."
"Not as much as you would imagine, but yes. It did require me to spend cosmic energies to bind you to me. But it was more than worth it to own the most beautiful orc in the whole world." I told her.
"I thought dragons cannot lie." Gronma said as she sat up and looked at herself in the mirror. "I look the same. I thought that after I lost my petals..." Gronma stroked her nether regions where her clitoral nub was now bare of flower petals. "...It would, you know, change me. Make me as desirable as Geflynin would tell me I was."
I laughed, both with my orc's voice and my mind's song. <Dragons can lie, but we can only tell someone something is the 'dragon's honest truth' if it is indeed a statement lacking in falsehoods.> I told Gronma. <The dragon's honest truth is that you have a face and a body that humans, demi-humans, and most of the other mortal races find beautiful beyond words. You are going to be one of the most sought after women in The Republic, and I am going to find being your pimp deeply amusing.>
"I am sorry, but that word, it did not translate. What does 'pimp' mean?" Gronma asked me.
<It means that when you have more men offering to give you money in exchange for taking their prime-seed than you know what to do with, I will help you.>
Gronma burst out laughing. "Males paying to give away their prime-seed?" Gronma said with a tone of pure incredulity. "Sure. I would like to see that."
<Then it is settled, you Gronma, have my permission to be a slut/prostitute/hooker/whore. You have my permission to fuck any male you wish, as long as they pay you no less than fifty gil for an hour of your pleasure. Two hundred if they want to stick it in your ass. If they want your mage-sisters to join in, they have to negotiate the price directly with me> I told her.
"Why would a male want to stick it in my ass?" Gronma asked.
<It's a human thing.> I said. <Does not matter, what matters is that you are going to discover that nothing is wrong with you, you are beautiful beyond measure and I cannot wait for the moment you learn to see yourself the way I do.> I said. Gronma gave my avatar a kiss. With her hand, she started working my shaft. I dutifully returned to full erection and let the orc princess be on top this time.

Azralynn & Sofiel
The Scaleling whore opened a mind-channel to me and began bombarding me with questions. My draconic instincts kicked in to prevent a migraine from forming by forming a sub-channel below the level of Azralynn's inner monologue. The effect was that to Azralynn's perception she would hear my mind-voice whispering to her the answers to questions before she could think to ask them. Once unstrapped, Azralynn found the bathroom and let out a sigh as she enjoyed her first shower with warm water, shampoo, aromatic soaps, and other products that were unknown to this world at that time.

While her mother was enjoying the sensations of my enchanted waters washing over her body, Sofiel had discovered the walk in closet. The nubile former-priestess's jaw was agape at the sight of so many clothes. There were the gowns and dresses that Sofiel had seen the nobles and high ladies wearing when the wanted to display the good fortune's Andea had shown their families, but there were also styles from the other three continents as well as some clothes from Earth. It was an enormous wardrobe, and that was only the clothes. There were display cases and boxes of jewelry, dragon's gold for sure, but you would need to be a mage using true-sight spells to tell the difference. Then there was the vanity with all its make-up.
Sofiel had been forbidden from adorning her body with anything but the chains of her office and her sacramental vestaments. All of which turned to ash when she bound her soul to me. Sofiel had always been jealous of the way that the women at court could use paints and colors to make themselves look so unique, so beautiful. Sofiel picked up a lipstick and applied the shade to her lips using long dormant muscle memories. She pursed her lips and looked at herself in the mirror. The girl walked over to the dressing mirror and removed the shift that had been the only thing Sofiel had been wearing since forsaking her goddess. The nubile teen stood looking at her nude body from multiple angles before she hugged herself.
<What is wrong, my sweet Sofiel?> I asked her. I manifested what I came to think of as my default male humanoid form, a handsome man in his 40s who was an amalgamation of Idris Elba, Samuel L Jackson, and Denzel Washington's features who at the moment was decorated with a few purple scales as well as sporting wings and a tail. "Tell your Daddy what he needs to do to make you smile." I said using my avatar's voice.

"Its nothing, just. No, complaining is a luxury which slaves are not afforded." Sofiel said. "And I am a ****, aren't I, Master?"
"You are, in mortal parlance, my ****, yes. But you are more than that." I said. <You are my Bishoujo/pet/****/treasure. You are not some beast of burden I can just sell off. We are bonded at the soul, You, me, your sisters and teacher, we are all connected now. I want you to be happy, to flourish, to smile and enjoy watching your many children grow up while you work towards becoming an archmage.>
"Children?" Sofiel brushed her stomach. "But I am not married."
I laughed at that. "Mortal marriage, while good for the upbringing of children, is not actually required for their production, you know that, right?" I asked the blushing former priestess.
"Yes." She said sheepishly. "but, you know how Anduvians view adultery." Sofiel stroked her stomach again. "A priestess is to never know a man's intimacy. I never thought I would be able to have children."
"Oh, my sweet Sofiel." I said doing my best to keep the tone of sadness out of the avatar's voice. At the time, I did not have the heart to tell her the horrible truth that she was indeed the mother of several, inhuman, children that had been **** upon her. All I could do was hold her, caress her, kiss her, cradle her in my arms and wings as I hummed lullabies to the sweetest of my girls. "Would my lovely **** girl like to try on some of these clothes for me?"

She looked around like a kid in a candy store who was told they can have anything they want. "I would not know where to begin."
"I am sure she does." I said. On queue, Azralynn strutted majestically into the room, her body and hair wrapped in towels but the woman was otherwise naked. The woman strolled over to my avatar and accepted my tongue down her throat in a gesture of submission. "Azralynn dear. Teach your daughter here how to look pretty for her owner."
"Yes, my dragon." Azralynn said as she dropped her towels and led her daughter towards the shower. I heard the mother cooing as she scrubbed, lathered, and rinsed her daughter's hair and body.
"It tingles." Sofiel said as Azralynn applied an enchanted body wash. "I like it."
Mother and daughter laughed and smiled as they tried on different dresses, swapped out different tops, discovered the miracle of dragon-silk-denim, and enjoyed experimenting with different combinations of color. At some point, Azralynn requested some dance music, that was when things got very interesting. Few things in life are more entertaining than watching a mother trying to teach her prudish daughter to dance like a whore.
The two got comfy in a pair of silken pajama bedlahs and got snuggled into bed with a plate of cheese and a pitcher of dragon-beer. "Is this the part where you. umm. Show me how to be a whore?" Sofiel asked with a hint of excitement. "I am looking forward to serving Master with my body."
"I am sure you are." I told her, lying in bed snuggled between the two redheads after having instructed Sofiel in the art of triple kissing. "But first. Azralynn, I think it is well past time you read your girl a bedtime story." I told her with my voice. <Relax. Just use the sub-channel, look at the word, hear my voice, and say what I tell the letters sound like.>
Azralynn let out a sigh, before walking over to a shelf of books and grabbing a copy of Old Man's War by John Scalzi. The woman opened up the first page. I saw her eyebrows shoot up in shock before she began reading. "'I did two things on my seventy fifth birthday, visited my wife's grave, then joined the army...'" My avatar stared at Sofiel as the sweet girl smiled and fell asleep in my arms to the sound of her mother's voice. Azralynn continued to read even after I cut the sub-channel. Having gotten the enough prompting from her tutors, my trick with the sub-channel was the last little thing Azralynn's brain needed to make literacy click. The scaleling got all the way to the part about the space elevator before she paused in realization and leaned over and gave me one of the most passionate kisses I have ever experienced, even to this day. <Thank you, Master/Daddy/Beloved/Dragon> She said before she got up from the bed and made her way back to her own room. Azralynn smiled as she saw an identical avatar waiting for her. Azralynn showed me just how skilled of a whore she was.

When two prime-breeders make an egg, things can get complicated. As we became one flesh, we also became one mind. Her being was subsumed into my greater draconic consciousness, while her desires and beliefs became directing influences on the shape and form of our children to a much greater degree than any of my other brood mothers. My children with Azralynn all share a defiant, independent streak, but they always, man, woman, and dragon, come through in the clinch. And making them with her is so, so much fun.

In the middle of the night, Sofiel woke up and began to nibble on my avatar's ear. "Are you awake, master?" She asked me.
<I better be, I am flying faster than the speed of sound while carrying precious treasures.> I told her. "Did you want something, my pet?"
"That woman. Is she really my mother?" Sofiel asked.
"She is, I can smell it, and taste it. You both share the same bloodline." I told her while leaning up to look Sofiel in her emerald eyes. I remember thinking that they were so clear and wide with wonder.
"She really loves me, doesn't she?" Sofiel asked.
"With all of her heart as only a mother can love a child. She might love you all the more for the fact that you are a living relic of a happier time in her life." I said, running my thumb along her slender hourglass shaped figure.
"And do you? Love me." Sofiel asked growing nervous as the question hung in the air. "You have so many women and I know that does not matter, you are my master." Sofiel said savoring the last word. "I am just a thing for your enjoyment and..."
<You are NOT a thing!> I said. Ironically, shouting at the girl with my mind-voice frightened her into the arms of my avatar who tenderly held the ex-priestess. <I am sorry sweetie, I did not mean to scare you.> My avatar brushed her hair out of her face. "I do." My avatar said.
"You do what?" Sofiel asked.
<Love you.> I said. <I love you and your sisters and brother as only a dragon can love a mortal. I know it strange, but dragons are strange creatures, more magic than matter. It is difficult for us to express ourselves in mortal concepts as they are so constraining. But the dragon's honest truth is that what I feel for you could be described as many different forms of love entangled together and forged into an alloy along with other, more complicated emotions. Does that make sense?>
Sofiel nodded. "When I am a mom, am I going to love our children as much as my mother loves me?" Sofiel asked as she moved to get on top of my avatar.
"Only one way to find out." I said.

(I was going to put all the companions into one chapter, but I decided not to hold up what I have. Hope you enjoy Part two shall be forthcoming.)