Imaginary Lover
Imaginary Lover
by Von Krieger
Reama pushed through the door into hir apartment, it had been another life sucking day at work. The dragoness had been worked to exhaustion clearing trees and brush. Stripping off hir work clothes, shi hopped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the dirt, grime, and soreness from hir blue and gold scaled body.
What shi really wanted was a good fucking, male or female, it didn't matter to hir. But all the other dragons were afraid of hir, shi was big, about two feet taller than any other dragon shi had ever met. Reama towered over other dragons and furs at nearly nine and a half feet in height, not counting hir wings or horns. There was something about hir that made other dragons nervous and skittish.
Shi had never had any real attachment to any of hir lovers, all of them were of other species, shi had never coupled with one of hir own kind. Hir relationships tended to fade after a few months. Sure, shi could always masturbate or use some of the toys shi had collected over the years, but they didn't do as much for hir as a nice hard cock, or a dripping wet pussy.
Sighing, feeling hir loneliness rising to crushing levels, shi slunk to hir bed and dropped onto the soft mattress, snuggling under the covers, the cool silky material feeling good on hir naked scaly body. Shi closed hir eyes, fatigue coming over hir as hir head hit the pillow. Reama let out a sad sigh before falling asleep.
Miri had watched hir mistress, watched hir come in, watched hir shower and soap hir sexy body, watched hir slide under the bed covers naked. Miri longed to reach out, to touch hir, to caress hir, to make hir know that there was someone who loved hir. But shi wasn't allowed to, it wasn't permitted. Hir mistress didn't want hir anymore, hadn't wanted hir for a long time. Shi had sent hir away so long ago.
The silver dragoness' paw reached out, wanting to touch hir mistress, smooth hir hair, tell hir everything would be ok. But shi pulled hir hand back, shi shouldn't even be here. Blinking nearly ever-present tears from hir eyes, Miri got up from the plush armchair that looked out on the lake and turned to leave hir mistress' bedroom. Shi shouldn't be anywhere near this close.
But Miri had to see hir again, just once, just to see if shi still felt the same way, still felt the same love for Reama that shi had always felt. After all the pain that Miri had lived through, all the agony, all the soul crushing loneliness that shi had felt every day for so long, shi couldn't bring hirself to hate the sleeping dragoness. Shi still loved hir as much as shi always had.
Fighting back tears, shi quickly left hir mistress' bedroom. The sight of hir again had made Miri so happy. Reama looked sad, shi didn't have a mate that Miri could find, nor did shi seem to have many friends. But shi was healthy. Shi had grown into a proud, majestic dragoness. Not like Miri. Hir gaze was inadvertently drawn to the soft blue nightlight that glowed in the bathroom. Shi immediately regretted it. Shi hadn't looked into a mirror in years.
With a sad sigh shi turned and walked into the bathroom, gazing at hir hideousness in the reflecting glass before hir. Although shi thought of hirself as a silver dragon, shi was more black-gray now. Shiny silver scales had lost their luster, their inner light dying slowly year after year. In normal light Miri knew they would have a somewhat mottled appearance, flecks of brown and green on them. There were so many flecks on the edges of each scale, shi looked like shi was rusting.
Hir belly scales looked better though, still the dull maroon they had started out as, but their wet shininess had also long since faded, giving a dull, flat look to them. They looked like they were beginning to crack, tiny lines of bright red across them, as if hir blood was barely being held back from spilling out by a thin transparent membrane. Hir once luxurious hair, originally the same beautiful maroon as hir belly, was dirty and badly matted. Miri hadn't had anything to comb it with save hir claws, and awhile ago shi had just stopped bothering. No one could see that hir hair was messy except for hir.
Shi was thin, painfully thin. Shi had no breasts to speak of and could count hir ribs. Hir wings hung sadly behind hir, the muscles long atrophied, never to fly again. Hir tail had hung down from depression for so long, that Miri was incapable of keeping it from dragging on the ground. Hir teeth were fine though, shi didn't suffer from tooth decay, or disease, or anything of the like.
Hir claws, on the other hand, had only gotten bigger, sharper, serrated. The vestigial spikes along hir spine and tail had grown into wicked barbs. Then there were the scars. Hir wrists and neck bore scar tissue from many suicide attempts, or just depressed fits of self-hatred. Miri didn't bleed, shi just hurt.
Two more scars adorned hir muzzle, where tears had dripped for so long they'd worn the skin raw and scarred over. Miri had almost no clothing to speak of, just a simple loincloth made from scraps of tattered garments.
The only company shi had was a stuffed purple dragon named Roderick. With a sad sigh, Miri sat him on the counter, speaking to him in hir sad whispery voice. "Well, Roddy, this is it. I just... just... I can't stand being alone anymore. Even though shi told me not to, I'm going to have to talk to Mistress one more time."
The worn stuffed dragon just sat there, smiling the smile that had been stitched onto his face ages ago. His fabric skin was stained with tears, and Miri's cum. Since Mistress abandoned Miri, Roderick was hir only companion. Shi had cuddled him, mated with him, talked to him as if he were an actual person. Miri let out an involuntary sob that was almost a chuckle. It was ironic the way shi treated the stuffed creature as if it were real.
Giving the purple dragon a kiss on the muzzle, Miri set him atop Reama's laundry hamper. "G'bye Roddy." shi said sadly, waving at him, walking back to the bedroom. Shi knelt down next to Reama's bed, running hir fingers through the blue's hair, hugging hir while shi sleeps. "I love you Mistress, I always will." shi said sadly, before shaking hir gently.
Reama awakened almost instantly, confused. Hir green eyes fixed on Miri and shi growled, lashing out with a punch that sent the pathetic silver sprawling. "Who are you?! What are you doing in my house?" shi roared.
Miri curled up instinctively into the fetal position, trying to shield hirself from the blue. "I... I... I..." shi stuttered before the much larger blue picked hir up from the ground, grabbing hir by the throat and holding hir against the wall.
"Answer me!" Reama demanded.
Tears poured down Miri's face. "You... you don't remember me, Mistress?" Miri squeaked sadly.
"Mistress? What the hell are you talking about? Tell me before I break your neck!" Reama growled.
The silver smiled. "D-d-do it, please! End it, end it all! That's what I came here for." Miri said softly.
The blue threw hir onto the bed, shaking hir head. "You're crazy."
"So are you." the silver sighed.
"What do you mean? Start making sense!" Reama demanded.
"You really don't remember me, do you?" Miri looked up at hir Mistress with hurt eyes. Hir gaze turned to the floor. "No, you probably wouldn't. You wouldn't have any reason at all to think about me, Reama."
The blue just glared at hir. "H-how do you know my name?" shi asked, hir eyes widening.
"Do you remember the name 'Miri,' Mistress?" shi asked, hir words causing Reama to recoil.
"Miri was my invisible friend that I had as a child. How do you know that name?" Reama asked, horrified.
Miri just smiled sadly. "Because that's me." shi said simply.
Reama looked like shi'd been slapped, shi took a step back. "That's impossible! Miri wasn't REAL!"
Miri just shook hir head. Shi looked to the footboard of the bed, and reached out toward it, hir paw passing through the solid wood as if it wasn't there. "I know, and I'm not real."
Reama backed against the wall, slipping down. "You don't EXIST! You're a figment of my imagination! Dammit, it took two years of therapy to convince me that YOU DON'T EXIST!"
"I know." Miri said sadly. "Your mother told you on your 14th birthday that you were getting too old to pretend you had an invisible friend. You... you told me that night that your mother wouldn't let me stay anymore, that I had to go away. So I did. You... you... gave me something to keep me company..." Miri trailed off, walking through the wall to the bathroom, and returned through the hallway, bringing the purple stuffed toy with hir.
"See?" shi said, holding him out for Reama.
Reama's jaw dropped, shi recognizes it from pictures of hirself when shi was a child. "I lost that, years ago!" shi protested.
"It's what you told your mother right after, that you lost him and couldn't find him."
Reama closed hir eyes, shaking hir head from side to side. "I'm dreaming, this is a dream, you're not real! You never were!" Reama shrieked.
Miri set the plushie down and patted hir Mistress on the shoulder. "I know I'm making you upset, just do one thing for me and I'll never bother you again." the silver said, sitting down next to Reama.
"What's that?" the blue asked, hir eyes filled with confused tears.
"I'm tired, Reama. Tired of wandering a world where I can't touch anything, where I can't taste anything. All I can do is see the world and hear it. I can't interact with it in any way. I could never touch anything that you didn't imagine for me. It's why I'm just wearing these scraps of cloth. I have to make due with the things you'd thought up for me to use when we were children."
"We?" Reama asked, confused.
"I... I grew up too, Mistress Reama. I just... didn't grow very much. You always wanted a big sister, so I was bigger than you were. You sent me away, and didn't need a big sister anymore. So I guess I aged the rest of my growth naturally. I got a little bit bigger, but not much. I'm only five and a half feet tall."
"You look sick, like you're dying." Reama pointed out.
Miri just sighed, "I do, don't I? That's what I've come to talk to you about."
"That you're dying?" Reama asked, confused.
"No, that I want to die, but can't. Can you turn the light on?" Miri asked. The increasingly confused blue got up and did so.
Miri held up hir wrists, and tilted hir head back. "I've tried, I've tried so damn hard to end it all, but it won't work! I don't bleed, I don't breathe, I don't eat, I don't drink! I can't kill myself, Mistress, no matter how hard I try. I need you to imagine me some poison to swallow, or a lethal injection, or some pills to overdose on. Anything!" shi confessed, sobbing and sinking to the floor. "I can't be a part of your life anymore, so there's no purpose for me to keep on living." Miri finally admitted with a sob.
"You want me... to kill you?" Reama asked, not believing what shi was hearing.
Miri nodded. "Yes. That's all I want. Just picture something for me to swallow that will end my existence painlessly, and I'll go away, forever. You won't have to worry about thinking you're crazy, or getting locked up in the asylum. In the morning this will be just some weird dream to you. You'll get on with your life, and my loneliness will be gone. I won't hurt anymore, because I won't even exist."
Reama shook hir head. "I can't, it's not right!"
"Why not?!" demanded Miri. "Why would it be wrong? I'm not real!" shi lashed out at the wall, hir arm passing effortlessly through it. "I'M NOT REAL!" shi said, raking hir claws across hir arm, opening painful gashes, but causing no blood to spill. Hir anger spent, Miri grabbed Reama by the shoulders, looking hir in the eyes. "I'm just something you made up because you were so lonely you went a little nuts. You get rid of me, and you can be normal again. You're 34 years old, you don't need an imaginary friend! You don't need me, you don't want me, so finish the job and get rid of me once and for all!" shouted Miri, shaking Reama quite hard.
The blue dragoness pulled the silver's paws off hir shoulder. "That... that hurt." Reama said, rubbing hir shoulders.
Miri backed away, ashamed. "I'm sorry, Mistress!"
Reama stared off into space for a moment. "But... you... hurt me." shi said, clearly confused.
"I didn't mean to." said Miri softly. "I.. I just... I've been so lonely, Mistress, I don't want to hurt anymore. Please?" shi begged.
Reama picked up the silver and hugged hir tightly. "Miri, I can't give you what you want."
Miri pulled away, looking hurt. "Why? It's nothing you should feel guilty about, I'm not REAL dammit!" shi said, choking back a sob.
Reama took hir paw gently. "Ssssh, ssssh, sssh, just calm down Miri."
"But I'm... I'm.... I'm..."
"You're a mess, is what you are, let's get you cleaned up."
Miri looked up at the big dragoness, "Why?"
Reama pulled hir into a tight hug. "Because I'm damned lonely too, and even if you're not real to anyone else, you're real to me, and that's all that matters." Reama picked up the silver in hir arms, carrying hir to the bathroom.
"You... you mean I can stay?"
Reama was silent, using one paw to hold Miri, and the other to turn the shower on. Shi looked down at the long neglected silver and smiled, leaning down and kissing hir deeply. Miri wriggled for a moment, surprised at the sudden presence of a tongue in hir mouth. Miri wrapped hir arms around the blue's head, returning the kiss. Reama stepped into the shower, and Miri gasped at the feeling of wonderfully warm water against hir scales.
The big herm set the silver down, hir paws roaming over hir body, tearing away the tattered loin cloth and throwing it aside. Reama felt hir love's tongue tracing circles around hir nipples, sliding down hir belly to tease the sheath where Reama's maleness lurked.
"I've wanted to do this for so long." Miri said, nuzzling the soft scaly sac.
Reama looked down to see a profound physical change having come over Miri, the dull scales seemingly washed away by the water, revealing brilliant silver and smooth maroon. Hir long, long hair, nearly three quarters of the silver's own height, regained it's beauty. Monstrous barbs and wicked claws faded. Shi was still horribly thin, but Reama knew in hir heart that would change with time and love.
A gentle rumble built in Miri's throat, a contented purr as shi took hir Mistress' shaft into hir muzzle, being ever so gentle, slipping a claw into the blue's snatch. Reama just closed hir eyes and leaned against the smooth tile of the shower wall. This was what shi had been missing for so long.
Miri turned, wrapping hir tail around hir mate's member, exploring the depths of hir cunt with hir long forked tongue, cupping hir buttocks with hir wings. Moaning and panting in the steamy heat of the shower, Reama braced hirself by putting one paw against the side wall, Miri's touches felt so good, Reama was afraid shi'd get weak in the knees and topple down onto hir lover, the other paw darted to hir chest where shi began to massage one of hir gold scaled breasts.
"Oh gods!" Reama moaned. "Miri, whatever you're doing, don't stop! Ooooh, that feels incredible! OOOOOOOH!" the blue dragoness' tongue lolled out of the side of hir mouth, hir eyes half rolled back in hir head. "Ooooh, Miri, that feels... feels... AH!" Reama let out a short, sharp squeak as hir quaking legs gave out, sending hir tumbling to the floor of the tub, knees first. Shi blinked for a moment.
"Miri?" shi asked, bewildered. Another bolt of delicious pleasure shot through hir body. Reama rolled onto hir back, one paw wrapping around hir cock, stroking the slick blue length as warm water continued to cascade on hir swollen belly from above. Swollen belly? "Oh Miri, what are you AAAAAAAAAHHHHH doing?!"
Seeing the last few inches of a silver and red tail snaking into hir cunt answered the question. Reama could feel hir lover wriggling inside hir belly, sending indescribable waves of pleasure through the blue's quaking form. "Ooooooh, oooooh Miri, I'm gonnnnaaaaaa CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!" the big herm howled, hir cock covering hir now massive belly with gooey dragonseed.
Reama lay there for a moment, caressing hir bloated tummy. Turning off the water shi stumbled into hir bedroom, unbalanced with the weight of Miri inside hir. Instinctively, shi curled around hir bulbous midsection, arms, legs, wings and tail. "Miri? Are you ok in there?" the blue asks.
"Murrr, I'm fine, lover." came the muffled reply.
"What are you doing?"
"Changing, I thought it would be fun for both of us to be surprised with my new shape."
"New shape?" Reama asked, curious.
"I can feel it inside me, I change to fit your desires." the captive silver said, doing something inside Reama that sent a lustful shiver through hir body.
"Oooh, that felt nice, Miri. But right now what I desire is a good friend, and a good mate."
"Even if no one else can see hir?"
"I don't care about anyone else, Miri, just you." Reama cooed softly to the 'imaginary' silver.
"I love you, Reama." said the little herm.
"I love you too, Miri." was the reply from hir 'mother'. "Could you do that thing again where you.... OOOOH! Yes, that." Reama said with a smile, hugging hir belly, closing hir eyes and falling into the most wonderful sleep shi'd ever had.