Chapter 1 Part 1

Issei Hyoudou was a pervert.

Ddraig the Great Welsh lounged back inside her current host's mindscape, her lips curling into a half-smirk at the thought and smoke wafting from her nose in small puffs. Issei Hyoudou was a pervert, but to the Red Dragon Empress, this was not exactly a bad thing. After all, there were many kinds of perverts in the world and the majority of existence could say to have a perversion of some sort that guided them.

Humanity didn't even have the idea of deviancy on lock down. Devils and Fallen Angels and a dozen other inhuman species were quite good at exercising their lust in exciting and perverted ways. But Issei was a pervert among perverts. In all her millennia of existence, Ddraig had never met anyone like her newest host. Case in point, her currently very female form.

The Red Dragon was currently forced into a half-dragon; half-human form as she lay sprawled out in Issei's mindscape. Her dragon snout continued to breathe out puffs of smoke, while her very human chest and abdomen heaved with each heavy breath. There was a sheen of sweat across every inch of her body and the dragon girl was quite satisfied with the rough brutal pounding that Issei had just given her, out in the real world.

Dragons were creatures of energy for the most part. This made them rather gender fluid at the end of the day, as there was no need for identifying as a male or female when one was simply a force of power, wrath, and destruction made manifest. Before her sealing, Ddraig had identified as neither gender, simply being the Red Dragon. It was others who gave her titles at the time such as Red Dragon Emperor of Domination.

An amusing and ironic title to say the least, given her current circumstances. Ddraig supposed that these days, if one were to ask, she would tell them she went by Red Dragon Empress of Submission. Heh, but then they might get ideas about what sort of liberties they could take with her voluptuous body and Ddraig would be forced to charbroil such miscreants. After all, she was only submissive to one man in the entire world. Issei Hyoudou. The same man who had forced her into this current form.

Normally, a sealed dragon such as herself would conform to the gender of the one currently bearing them. Over the centuries she had been forced to inhabit a Sacred Gear, Ddraig had flowed back and forth between male and female as her reincarnations demanded, always becoming the same gender as her wielder. So, in the end the Red Dragon was not entirely unused to being a woman.

However, she was certainly unprepared for just what Issei Hyoudou would be like and the position he would ultimately put her in. She was completely and utterly caught off guard by her new wielder, the day he finally woke her up from her slumber. Ddraig smiled, thinking back to that day.

-x-X-x-

Ddraig had woken up slowly at the time to what felt like a pounding against the Red Dragon's head. What it was instead, was a voice that resounded through the powerful being, slamming again and again into Ddraig's mind.

"I know I'm meant for more than this! I am not weak! I am not spineless! I am Issei Hyoudou and I WILL be KING!"

Each word was punctuated by a ringing sound. The barrier around Ddraig's prison, separating Sacred Gear from soul, was slowly being chipped away. Every new reincarnation, a metaphysical wall was put up between Ddraig and the dragon's wielder, until such time as the wielder was ready or desperate enough to break it down. That very thing was happening right here right now and the Red Dragon raised its head in preparation for this new discovery. Cracks were appearing in the barrier, the light of the bearer's soul shining through.

"I can feel it… something within me. My hidden strength. I knew it was real, I knew I was meant for something more."

Rarely did Ddraig have hosts so in tune with themselves that they could feel the Sacred Gear from behind the barrier. It was more likely that this voice, this new wielder, simply had an over inflated sense of pride or a massive ego, or was just delusional and unwilling to believe in their own mediocrity. Still, they'd been right in a way. They were host to the Boosting Gear, and very soon they would never be normal again.

"My power. I feel you within me. I'm going to draw you out now. Let's see exactly what Issei Hyoudou can do!"

Issei Hyoudou hm? An intriguing name. Though if this Issei thought it would be that easy, he was in for quite a nasty sur-holy shit were those hands? Ddraig's serpent-like eyes widened dramatically as the barrier shattered before the unrelenting pounding of what looked to be massive glowing fists. Then the fists opened up and reached and for the first time in a very long time, the Great Welsh felt small as it was gripped and lifted from its resting place.

Ddraig felt immediately that it was not being freed from the Sacred Gear. Only its mind and a small part of its power were being pulled forth and made manifest, while the rest remained inside of the Boosting Gear. But the simple fact that its host could do even this right after discovering the power that lay within him was just a little terrifying.

In a split second and a blinding flash of light, Ddraig was somewhere else. Wind brushed against the dragon's face and it opened its eyes to find itself in the real world. Blinking dumbly, Ddraig glanced around, not recognizing its surroundings at all. It looked to be a park perhaps? And in the distance, the dragon could see what it could only assume were tall buildings.

"Hey! You! Are you my inner power made manifest?"

The tiny voice came from below and the massive Red Dragon shifted as it glanced down at the small human man next to its claws. Issei Hyoudou, Ddraig's mind immediately supplied. This was the dragon's current wielder, the human male who had managed to somehow unlock the Boosting Gear and draw Ddraig straight out of it and into the real world through nothing but sheer force of will.

"Ugh, can you even hear me?! You're too big; I need you to be smaller!"

Ddraig was just about to open its mouth and respond when the world suddenly grew at an impressive rate. Or rather, the Red Dragon was forcibly shrunk down to the size of a small dog, suddenly finding itself feeling just as tiny as it had when those large hands had lifted it out of the Sacred Gear.

"Hah, you're adorable like this. Can you hear me better now? Oh man, can you even speak? I don't know how to talk dragon. Damn it, say something."

"I…"

Ddraig spoke a single word, but then found itself at a loss for words. For the first time in a long time, the dragon just didn't know what to say.

"Hah, so you do speak! Unless that single 'I' was some kind of dragon call. Well if you're a dragon and can only talk dragon, maybe I can fix that. Let's try this."

And suddenly Ddraig was growing again. This time, the dragon only grew to just under the brown haired boy's height, and there was a bit more transformation involved as it became half-human, a pair of large bountiful breasts sprouting from its chest. The dragon girl yelped at the sudden changes to her body, looking down, blushing red, and covering herself up with scaly arms. Issei looked her up and down and grinned roguishly, whistling.

"Damn girl, you fine. My imagination is legit!"

Still flustered and flushed, Ddraig, now most definitely a she, glared at her current host.

"What have you done?! I am a DRAGON, not some trollop you can mess around with however you like!"

Issei snorted derisively at that.

"Dragon you may be, but you're MY dragon. Don't worry though, I promise to take care of you!"

Ddraig blinked, blushing for an entirely new reason as she suddenly felt a heat in her loins. Why the hell had Issei's declaration and claim to ownership over her make her feel aroused? The dragon girl blushed an even darker shade of red as her young host approached and circled her, nodding in appreciative and reaching out to pinch and tug here or there. Ddraig yelped and smacked his hands away as best she could, but despite being a dragon, the woman found herself far weaker than she should have been. Where before a swipe of her claws would have taken off the human's arm, now it was like she was playfully batting at him, barely nudging him away as he touched and groped her to his heart's content.

When Issei finally just stepped into her personal space, reaching up from behind her and grasping her large mammaries in his hands so he could squeeze and play with them, Ddraig found herself melting altogether.