Art Trade
"Now, where did that pencil go..?"
Will fumbled around for his drawing utensil, a clear picture of what he wanted to put on paper fresh in his mind. He found it, and immediately attacked the sheet with a flurry of circles, arcs, lines and points. He rubbed a spot here, erased some there, and continued for quite a while, his hand causing the pencil to dance across the page. When he was finished with the sketching part, he took a deep breath and beheld his work.
She was beautiful.
An anthropomorphic dragon girl gazed back at him from the paper. She was very well endowed, and also happened to have a total lack of clothing. Her hair was straight and fell down to the middle of her back, where it flowed over her wing joints. She was slender but not too skinny, with well-toned arms, legs, and a gently concave belly. Will took extra care with her feet, which were very humanlike but with a lack of toenails (or claws, for that matter). Her toes were smooth, a little plump, and perfectly rounded. Though she was still only in blue pencil, she seemed almost... alive.
Will sighed deeply and ran his fingers through his hair, staring longingly at her gorgeous form. He jumped slightly as he thought he saw his creation wink at him. "Eh, maybe I'm just sleepy," he reasoned, and turned to get some sleep. It was early evening, but he had been working on drawing her for hours now, and a nap would do him some good.
Before he could crawl underneath his big, fluffy blanket and curl up on the couch, Will jumped again when he heard a very distinct and feminine "Hey, what are you doing?"
In a moment of shock, the artist turned around to face the table where his drawing lay. An instant glance told him that the dragon girl on the page was not in the same position he had drawn her in. In fact, she was still in motion...
"Come closer! C'mon, I don't bite..."
The dragoness winked at him again, this time unmistakably, and did something Will would have never thought possible: she stuck her feet out of the paper, stroking his cheeks with her irresistible blue pencil toes. They were the most arousingly soft and warm things he had ever felt, and his head started to spin from the bizarre yet immensely pleasing experience. Taken by the moment, he reached up and gently took hold of her feet, rubbing them over his face. The dragoness' smile broadened, and she began to pull him closer to the paper, her toes pressed firmly on his cheekbones.
"Hey..." she whispered, as Will's face was inches away. "You made me. Now, will you let me do something for you?" Her smile was genuine, and her eyes shone not with the flash of lust, but with the glow of a deeper love. Will noticed, and was amazed to see that she wasn't doing this out of sexual desire, but something else, something greater...
"O-Of course," he stammered. "What w-will you do? And c-can I he-help?"
The dragoness beamed, and tickled his face with her toes. "Silly, don't worry. Just let me give you what I can." She pressed her feet a little harder on his cheeks, and pulled him into the paper. Will felt his own feet leave the ground as he was being taken into a place he had dreamed of going to since as far back as he could remember. Before he knew it, the world he had just been in was now like the sky seen from beneath an immense glass pane, and his surroundings were like white walls in every direction; yet, they were not really there. All this he only had a second to take in, as the dragon girl's feet turned his head slightly to face her. Will was frozen for a moment, staring at her in awe. "Welcome to my world," she said, grinning, as she exposed herself for him.
Feeling his hormones rearing up to almost unbearable levels, he stripped and, leaning into her, began massaging her very large, very soft breasts. She giggled in response, and nuzzled Will's hands as she draped her arms and wings over him. He couldn't help but pause for a while to take in the warmth and sensation of the dragoness' embrace, and buried his face in her chest, unable to imagine any better place to be.
She, on the other hand, could.
Will was so overwhelmed with all that had happened, that he'd passed out lying on top of her. With a loving look over her now unconscious artist, inspiration dawned on her. The only place better than where he was now, and the greatest gift she could give him...
The dragon girl gently slid out from under Will, and arranged him and herself into the right position for what she had in mind. With a grin stretching from ear-fin to ear-fin, she spread her legs, grasped Will's ankles, and slowly but surely began to pull her beloved artist into herself.
She let out a low moan as his feet slipped into her vagina, followed shortly by his shins and knees. In the very back of her mind, she felt gratitude that things like size and biology had no importance here. What escaped her notice was that, the more she drew Will inside, the more color began to flow into her penciled form. At first, her skin went from paper white to the palest blue, and from that to a light azure hue. She gasped with pleasure as his waist entered her, and her eyes changed from their former penciled shade to that of the clearest, deepest tropical lagoon. When the dragoness brought Will in up to his chest, her hair rippled with new vibrance, the lines and streaks being replaced with strands like a golden sunset.
As she pulled Will in up to his neck, she stopped momentarily to gaze at her artist's peaceful face, the most relaxed of smiles upon it. Panting slightly still, she ran her hand through his hair and across his cheeks, knowing he would never naturally look like this again. And with a final tug, the now-vivid dragon girl drew the rest of the man that had drawn her into her womb.
"I love you, Will," she said with a smile, tears of happiness welling up around her sparkling blue-green eyes as she stroked her belly softly.
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"Mmm..."
It was all that Will could say, on waking up. That dream he had the night before was really, really something... His drawing taking him into the paper, embracing him; it felt so very, very real. But now, it was time to deal with the real world, and all its cold, harsh, unbending rules.
His mind still foggy, he gently picked up the azure-blue cartoonish tail that lay across his orange legs, and got up to stretch. He had to do this a little longer than usual, because his wing joints were a little sore from him sleeping in a bad position most of the night. He made his way to the bathroom, and brushed his almost cel-shaded teeth, combed his jet-black hair, and reached for his work shirt which he'd put there yesterday. After trying it on a few times, and getting irritated that it didn't fit, the odd little details from his morning routine all came crashing in on him at once.
One look in his full-length mirror answered most of his questions instantly. He was now a quite handsome tangerine colored anthropomorphic dragon, well-built, and?looking as if he'd been drawn in the same style as the dragoness he'd done the day before. Which left his other questions unanswered, but only for a moment, because just then...
"Will... How do you like my gift to you?"
He turned around to see his former drawing, now in splendid color and firmly planted in this reality. Shocked even more by this than what he'd seen in the mirror, he was unable to speak for quite a while, only stare at the gorgeous beauty before him.
"I..."
He could think of nothing better to say than one simple phrase.
"I love you..."
Hearing this, his dragoness rushed over to him, the aura of joy radiating from her as she wrapped her arms and wings around him. "I love you too," she whispered in his ear-fin.
"And you know something, Will?" he heard her say.
"Hmm...?"
"You haven't given me a name yet..."
"Oh."
He pondered for a moment, and returning her embrace, said,
"How about Aria? To me...You look like a song, personified."
"I...
...Thank you.. Will."
-The End (For Now ^_^)