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The sun had long dropped beneath the horizon by the time I'd parked my car on the street. It had been another long day at work, and I was more than ready for my bit of rest before the routine began again tomorrow morning.

The street lamp right over my car was out. The other lights were bright enough to guide me to the front of my apartment complex, but first I had to walk across a little segment of darkened street that led through an alleyway.

I stared into the alley before I walked passed it. It was pitch black, and for a moment I was afraid something would come out and grab me. It wasn't a bad fear to me; rather it was more like I wanted something to happen, something that would be exciting. Fear was exciting, after all, until a certain point.

I just wished something would break me out of my crappy work routine. It was unlikely. I wasn't a fool that bought a lottery ticket everyday, so there wasn't any hope for that. Maybe I was the fool, and those geniuses were buying hope with their buck every week.

I walked into the apartment. Surprise surprise, the elevator was broken down. My place was only three floors up, but believe me, at the end of the day walking up any amount of stairs feels like a total drag.

And that was what I had to do to get my legs over the last step. I dragged them over, and then I fumbled into my pant's pocket to find my keys.

I got into my apartment, turned on the lights, kicked off my shoes, and smiled a little. Home wasn't much, but it was still home.

There was a cheap couch in the living area, a kitchen behind the couch, a small hallway to my bedroom, and the bathroom was connected to the hall. The whole apartment was rather well insulated, so I took off my work clothes and tossed them onto the couch as soon as I got in, leaving me shirtless and wearing only my boxers.

I paused to appreciate the poster I had put up above the TV. It was a picture of a dragon holding a crystal orb, and the whole color scheme was cool with light shades of blue. Gently swirling lightning gathered around the orb, accentuating the dragon's shining blue scales, and looking at the picture made me smile a bit. Most people, aside from my parents, who visited my apartment thought the poster was really cool. I thought it was really cool too, but I also thought the dragon was really, well, sexy.

I mean it literally when I say I love dragons.

I don't know why. Why does anyone like anything? The human brain is irrational. There is no why. I remember when I was a little kid that I had an imaginary friend like everyone else did, but mine was a dragon. His name was Kain. He was blue, like the one in the poster, and he was humanoid so that we could do more things together.

We grew up together. I remembered how we used to try to beat each other's times racing across the monkey bars in my school's playground, or how he'd cheat with his wings during those contests where we'd try to jump off the swings and land as far as possible.

I cried for an entire day when my parents made the big revelation that Santa, the Easter Bunny, faeries, and all those things they made us believe in weren't real. It wasn't until I'd gotten over those things that they laid down the real heart-killer. They knew how much it would devastate me when they told me Kain wasn't real either.

I didn't believe them. I never stopped believing in my best friend. We kept on growing up together, but I don't know; at some point when we grow up, we just stop imagining things like we used to.

I still drew pictures of him, however, so he hasn't died in my mind, not even close. But I never feel his presence anymore, not like I how I used to when I was a kid.

Anyway, back to reality. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do first. I could shower, eat dinner, or watch some television, and I think I spent nearly a minute thinking about what the easiest meal I could make would be.

Turned out I would do none of those things first. The first thing I ended up doing after taking off my clothes was answering the phone. It was the apartment's phone, not the cell phone, so I was a bit relieved since work calls went straight to my cell phone.

It was my mother. "Hello Derek," she said. "How are you doing?"

"I'm doing alright, mom," I kind of lied.

"That's good to hear," she said.

"Any reason you're calling?" I asked in my most neutral voice.

"No, just checking up on you. You sound tired. Last time I saw you was during Christmas, and your eyes had bags under them that look like they belong to someone twice your age."

I sighed. My mom had suffered from terrible empty nest syndrome when I left the house after graduating from a commuter university, and sometimes, even now two years after, I think she still hasn't gotten over it. "I'm fine," I said back. "Just a little overworked is all."

"Don't work yourself to death," she said.

"I won't." Oh, but sometimes I think I was.

"Be good, dear."

"Goodbye, mom."

She hung up. Gods, I know I had another option. I could quit this job and move back in with my parents, but that was taking a step back. I just needed to keep going and find a better job soon. I hope I wouldn't kill myself before then.

Anyway, the phone call reminded me that I had to recharge my cell. I swung by the couch and pulled it out of my pants, and then I scurried off to my room and hooked it up to the charger on the table next to my bed. I looked out through the single window and saw all the little lights of other rooms in the next building. The lights were bright enough to let me see where I was stepping in my bedroom, but I chose to close the blinds, and then I turned on the little lamp on top of my drawers that were across the room on my bed, standing near the closet.

It was better that I didn't look outside. It reminded me too much of the real world. The outside world was tiring. I decided to take a shower first.

I always felt more energetic after a shower, and right now that was exactly what I needed before I could bother trying to make my late dinner. At this hour, I suppose a hobbit would call it supper.

Damn hobbits. I usually don't even get one breakfast.

I kept the shower lukewarm. The water was comfortable, and it felt great just to have that soothing stream of water flowing over my body. The water went straight down my flat stomach, and I felt a little nostalgic sadness at the muscular abs that used to be there. I hadn't worked out since college, and my body had become a lot thinner since then.

Hey, the plus side of having barely any time for meals is the fact that at least I didn't gain a lot of fat. Then again, I was probably going to end up being one of those unhealthy skinny people after my protective shield of youth disappeared.

Anyway, I finished washing up and dried myself with a plain old towel that was seriously overdue for a trip through the washing machine. I swore I would clean my towels this weekend for the second week in a row, and then I tossed it onto a free hook in the bathroom, leaving my body bare.

I took the opportunity to stare into the bathroom's mirror. I straightened out my black hair, which had been messed up by the towel, and looked into my eyes.

I looked old. Tired. Very tired. I knew it in some sort of detached sense, but seeing myself that way was another thing entirely. The bright bathroom lights didn't help hide anything.

I blinked, dragging myself out of my reflection. I was still in my mid-twenties, so I reminded myself that it was a passing thing. I'd get better in the future. I patted my belly. Maybe I'd even get my muscles back. Maybe.

I still felt like crap now, however, and that was unlikely to change. I've always felt like there was something missing, something that was keeping me from really enjoying life to the fullest. My mind kept telling me what it was, but I wouldn't believe it. I'd always try to ignore that little voice in my head.

My eyes wandered down the mirror until they settled onto the reflection of my crotch. I hadn't used that particular part of my body for about three days now, and I doubted I'd have time tonight to relieve some stress that way. What bothered me more was the fact that those parts hadn't touched another person's body since I'd graduated from college.

You need someone to love.

Shut up, mind.

You need someone to fill that empty space on your bed.

No, what I needed now was some food and sleep.

Fine, be that way.

It was kind of funny, actually. I could've sworn I'd actually heard my mind say that last part through my ears.

"I really need some sleep," I said to myself.

I backed away from the mirror and started turning towards the little hall, ready to microwave some dinner.

I didn't get very far. The mirror was still on the edge of my peripheral vision when a hand went over my mouth. I tried to move out of instinct, but another arm had been wrapped around my stomach.

I'm pretty sure my screaming would've come out like a little girl's, but the hand kept me muffled. I tried to kick and yell, but whoever had arm-locked me was too strong, and I couldn't break free.

I felt something cold and hard press against my throat.

"Shut up and stop squirming," a rough voice said, "or I'll tear your throat out."

I stopped struggling. I didn't want my neck cut open by a knife or anything, so I complied. Two words kept echoing through my head though. Holy shit.

I needed to escape somehow. I was going to die even if I did everything the guy wanted. I'd watched enough shows to expect nothing different. If I stayed, I'd end up on the floor begging for mercy right before I got shot or something.

Again, holy shit.

A more rational question passed through my mind. How the hell had someone gotten into my apartment? I'd gotten into the shower, came out, and dried myself off. Nobody could've possibly snuck up on me from the direction of the shower, so this made absolutely no sense.

My eyes turned towards the mirror to try and see who was going to murder me tonight. The mirror was a bit on the edge of my sight, but I was able to roll my eyes just far enough to see myself.

Holy shit.

It wasn't a someone that was going to kill me. It was a something.

Its hand was blue. So were the arms around my stomach. I strained my eyes a little more. The thing had horns, but I couldn't see its face. Big wings draped behind me, and I was absolutely certain that I was going to die now.

I wondered what my police report would say when they found the body. "Murdered by anthropomorphic dragon" would be the truth, but there was no way they would actually write that.

I wanted to rub my eyes. Was I really that tired? I didn't drink tonight or anything, so I had no reason to distrust my eyes, and that was the only lame explanation I could come up with.

Maybe it was an alien? That might've explained its sudden appearance. I suppose there might've been an Enterprise in orbit full of dragon people, and this fellow had beamed down to, well, do what exactly I didn't know. Kidnap me for scans if I was lucky, I hope.

My body was still for several seconds. Then I was moved. Like, seriously, the dragon just picked me up and hauled me to the bedroom like I was a pillow. Its hand released my mouth, but I remembered its order. Besides, I was too stunned to scream for help.

Next thing I knew, I was on the floor by my bed. The dragon's heavily muscled legs were towering next to me. I felt it pick me up from under my arms and set me kneeling in front of it, my head held in place by a hand.

I suppose it wasn't an it. It was a he. I could clearly see that now.

The dragon held my head right in front of its engorged member, the thick shaft curving outwards from some sort of slit. The dragon was definitely anthropomorphic in more ways than just its body structure as evidenced by the huge testicles that hung like oranges under his cock.

Well, I was a little relieved that he didn't want to kill me just yet. He just wanted to rape me. Yeah, much better, right? I was going to stay not-dead for a while longer, but I wasn't sure if that while was going to be a good while.

I was still scared for my life, and I knew what was coming. But a part of me started adding heat to my loins. A part of me wanted this. A part of me remembered how sexy I thought the dragon over my TV was.

More of me wanted to stay alive. I stayed flaccid.

I wanted to tilt my head up and see the dragon that was going to rape me and possibly kill me. I knew he could speak, so he must've been intelligent. Maybe I could reason with him and give him whatever an alien might want.

I couldn't even nudge my head. The dragon was holding it too tightly. He seemed to have felt my attempt to move my head and punished me for doing it by forcing me ever so closer to that dragon cock.

It was red, shaped like a spear. The tip was tapered, but the thing was thick at the base. There were ridges that looked like a deeply serrated knife, and I swore the thing looked more like a weapon than a tool to procreate with. The smell was getting to me as I was pulled ever so closer to it, the unmistakable scent of male need.

"Suck," I heard the dragon say. "If I feel any teeth, I'll tear off your balls."

Okay. No teeth. Definitely not.

I opened my mouth wide to keep any amount of potential teeth contact to a minimum, and then the dragon's cock slipped inside.

It'd been a long time since I'd experienced the familiar taste of cock in my mouth. The dragon's meat was flavored no differently from a human's as far as I could tell, but the shape made it easier to slide into my mouth. I'd trained my gag reflex in college, but I thought I'd have forgotten how to hold it back by now. Thankfully, the shape made it easier to deep throat.

I still couldn't take it all, however. It was simply too long. I heard the dragon grunt when I managed to stuff three fourths of the length into my mouth, and then he stopped pushing. The ridges felt odd in my mouth, and they tickled my throat. They had been soft and flexible, not rigid and sharp as I thought, so at least my esophagus wasn't bleeding.

"Lick it," he said. "Lick it well. Slobber over it. It's all the lube you'll have when I fuck your ass."

A cold shiver ran up my spine. The monster in my mouth was going to get rammed up my rear end. I was going to hurt if I didn't lube it up as best as I could. The pressure on my head loosened up, so I pulled back a little and left as much saliva as I could make on that long spear.

What the hell was I going to do? What other option did I have? I doubt that I could run away from a dragon without getting clawed to death, so I had no choice. I licked and licked as if my life depended on it.

When it was entirely out of my mouth again, I blinked and winced as I realized how fucking large it was. It was bigger than anything I'd ever taken in college, and it was going to hurt without real lube. It glistened with all the spit I drooled over it, and some fluid dripped down as it throbbed and waited, but I wasn't anywhere near comfortable with the thought of that having that thing up my ass.

I wanted to look at the face of the dragon that would rape me, but I was picked up again when I started moving my head. I was tossed onto my bed, and I gasped as my lungs had the air knocked out of them. My stomach had smashed against the mattress, which was actually more painful than you'd think considering the fact that I was thrown by a dragon.

My feet felt the floor. Oh god. My back was exposed. I knew this position. My rump was up off the edge of the bed, and my waist could feel the end of the mattress.

The cool air on my back suddenly became hotter. Oh god.

"No," I whimpered. "Please, no."

I felt his hands grab the base of my arms, and for the first time I could really feel how they were textured with scales. "Silence," he said. "Unless you'd rather have me snap your arms off."

The air got hotter. I tried to stay still and keep quiet, but my body was trembling. I wanted to keep my arms, damnit, but it was so hard to keep the fear from controlling my body.

Then his body touched my back. He had long scales protecting the front of his body, and I could feel their edges as he slid along my back, sliding his head ever closer to my neck. And his cock to my ass.

There it was. That jabbing feeling. I felt his hips adjust as he homed in on his target.

Oh, I wished he wouldn't be able to find it, give up, and leave me in peace, but that was a ridiculous hope. Just like how buying a one dollar piece of paper and hoping it'll turn into millions was a ridiculous hope. It didn't mean people stopped hoping, and neither did I.

Hah. He found it like five seconds later. So much for hope.

It wasn't painful at first. His tapered tip made initial penetration easy, and I breathed a sigh of relief as I felt about a fifth of his cock inside me. No ridges yet, but I wouldn't get to feel them come in easy.

His right hand released my right arm. Four or five cold things pressed against my neck. His claws, I knew. He was reminding me.

If I scream, I'd be silenced. Forever.

And then he rammed with all his might.

My legs buckled, but his cock and the edge of the bed kept me up. I wanted to cry out from the horrible searing pain that erupted from the innards of my ass, but I knew I couldn't. Those claws kept me from screaming, and the dragon's heavy body on top of mine kept me from squirming, but the pain found a way to manifest itself regardless. It came out through my eyes as I cried quietly, tears flowing without a single sound escaping from my mouth.

The dragon didn't care. He started rocking back and forth as if he hadn't just made me feel the worst pain I'd ever felt in my life. Gods, why did I have to end up with such a classically evil dragon? Did he kill all the good ones?

My thoughts had difficulty forming. The pain would sharpen and shatter my head, and the only thought left was ow. Lots and lots of ows.

My eyes closed, and I tried to detach myself from what was happening. It hurt less as the dragon went on with the deed, allowing my mind to form some coherent thoughts away from the pain in my ass.

First thing that came across was the fact that I was getting raped by a dragon. What the fuck? Dragons weren't actually real, were they? And they were so conveniently anthropomorphic too?

Second, I was getting fucked by a dragon. It hurt like hell, but I'd always dreamed of having a dragon as my boyfriend. I mentioned that I still drew pictures of Kain, but I suppose now is an appropriate time to add that some of them were rather naughty. He wasn't an evil rapist, though.

Third, the pain in my ass was rapidly dulling. Actually, I could've sworn it had started feeling...good. Oh god, I actually started feeling those ridges bump against my prostate instead of just a heavy bulk of painful mass, and it was incredible.

Fourth, my primitive brain started reacting to the fact that I was getting fucked by the one thing I've always dreamed of having sex with. I was getting hard down there, and with the pain of penetration fading, I could feel the easier to handle ache of my nuts getting thwacked by the dragon's swinging pair of balls.

Holy shit. I started to want more.

The hand grabbing my other arm let go. I felt the distinct texture of scales wrap around my hardening cock. It pumped me a couple of times, bringing me to full erection.

"What a whore," the dragon said. "You love this, don't you bitch?"

Oh fucking god, I did. The dragon's gruff manly voice only turned me on more, but the claws on my neck kept me from speaking out loud.

"Yeah that's fucking right. I was born from that sick little mind you have, you know. Your imagination, your will. I know exactly what you want."

Whatever he'd just said didn't register in my brain. The dragon's voice sounded oddly familiar. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, and the thought was banished when those buff arms pulled me up again. His cock held inside me the entire way, he carried me to the top of the bed and dropped me down. The surface of my skull nearly bashed against the headboard, but I managed to tuck my head in right before it hit it.

There was something else wrapped around my waist right above my cock, which was dribbling a little bit of pre now if that bit of cold wetness wasn't something else. It was just as thick as an arm, but it had a different feel to it, more like the longer scales on his belly.

Ah, it was the dragon's tail. It was keeping me on my knees, my ass perked up in an almost begging position.

He went right back to it, bashing my back door without remorse or mercy. I started groaning, and it wasn't because of pain.

The dragon sounded like he was enjoying himself too. His grunts were full of satisfaction and relief, almost as if he hadn't wrapped his cock in something fleshy and warm in a while. I had to admit it was damned hot.

Ow. He was still rough, however, and my skull started thumping against the headboard after he'd fucked me hard enough to push me up against it. At first I tried to keep my head away from it, but that only seemed to encourage the dragon to push harder until my head would hit it again. I decided to just keep my head against it so it wouldn't keep slamming the wood; sort of like how on those magnetic rollercoasters they want you to keep your head against the rest before they launch you.

I couldn't exactly see anything anymore, so I clenched my eyes shut as the pleasure started to grow. As the aching disappeared, my ass felt like it had become more sensitive. I was feeling the dragon's shape more and more distinctly, and soon I was able to feel each individual ridge of his spear jab against my sweet nub of flesh.

It was fucking good. Maybe there was something wrong with me. I actually really wanted the dragon to cum inside me now. I should probably go see a psychologist or something. I'm not sure what Freud would have to say about my dragon rape fetish though.

Oh well, I wasn't in a psych ward yet. I was in my bedroom, here and now, in the flesh with a dragon in my flesh. Hmm. He was breaking his harsh rhythm, his thrusts getting harder but slower. They were getting more erratic. I've had enough cocks up my ass before to know what that meant.

The dragon growled and grunted, and then sharp pain spiked from the back of my head as he grabbed my hair and pulled me up.

Heavy breathing descended upon my ears. His breath was hot and slid against the side of my face. "I'm cumming," he said nonchalantly.

He roared quietly, I think, but his proximity was like an earbud stuffed in my ears. I heard it much louder than it actually was. He probably kept quiet so he wouldn't rouse any curious or suspicious people in the rest of the apartment.

It was warm. I felt the dragon's heavy balls behind mine rise as they surrendered their contents. The dragon's cock pulsed as aggressively as it had been thrust into me, and I could feel it enlarge and deflate as it pumped the dragon's cum deep and forcefully into me. I swore the warmness spread deeper than it had ever had with any partner I've had before, and it didn't stop spreading.

Soon, I felt the warmth fill my belly. Was that supposed to happen? I'm pretty sure that meant my intestines had been ripped apart, and I was slowly bleeding to death internally. Cum didn't get into a person's stomach without breaking through things that weren't meant to break, despite what some artists like to depict.

Oh god. I was really going to die, wasn't I?

The seed in my belly started growing even more. It fanned out throughout my entire body, the heat reaching my neck and limbs. I didn't understand. Wasn't death supposed to be cold? Wasn't dying supposed to hurt? I felt neither of those things, only warmth and...comfort.

"Ah," I heard the dragon say. "One last thing."

I groaned. I was dying, according to science, and the fucking dragon still wanted to do one more thing to me?

"You'll like it," he said, almost mischievously. "Don't worry."

I swore, that damned voice was so familiar, but I couldn't figure-

Nope, no time to figure things out. Scaly flesh surrounded my cock again, and my mind was washed blank with pleasure.

I writhed around on the bed as the dragon's hand started pumping my shaft, trying to coax my seed out. I'd completely forgotten that my cock was rock hard, but the prostate stimulation had ensured it.

Something odd happened. Everywhere the warmth of the dragon's seed touched, pleasure erupted like the pleasure I was feeling along the length of my penis while the dragon rubbed it. I was overwhelmed, and my body jerked involuntarily from the sensory overload.

His cock was still hard inside me even though it had stopped pumping seed. He took advantage of it and started wriggling it even while my body spasmed uncontrollably. He jammed those ridges right along my sweet spot, forcing the pleasure to spike to even greater heights.

I didn't think I was dying anymore, but I was still afraid of what was happening.

"Ahh," I tried to scream, but my voice came out like a seductive sex maniac's. "Please, stop! It's so...so good, but ahh!"

I came.

The dragon folded his wings down over my mouth to keep me quiet.

You know that feeling in your cock when you cum? Imagine that, but everywhere in your body. Holy fuck. I was in Heaven. With a capital H.

I screamed with blissful fervor as my body shook with that divine orgasm, the heat the dragon's seed had spread planting pleasure everywhere. My body shook and jerked with strength I didn't know I had, and it took the dragon's entire weight to keep me from moving too far.

And it didn't stop. Gods, it didn't stop! I just felt like I was cumming continuously, a minute, two, three, fuck I lost count! The bed wasn't getting any wetter, so my body just rocked and sizzled as my dry orgasm continued on and on.

The line between pain and pleasure was getting blurry. I wanted it to stop. It felt so fucking good, but I wanted it to stop.

Riding the wave of another pulse of orgasm, I managed to get my body to obey one more command. I turned my back as hard as I could. I heard a plop as his cock was removed from me, and then at last I could see the dragon's head, though my pleasure-addled brain couldn't exactly see anything but a blob of blue.

"Please," I gasped, "please make it stop!"

The dragon didn't respond.

I grabbed his shoulders, my fingers feeling the base of his wing limbs. "Please!"

And then I noticed my skin wasn't pink anymore. It was silver.

I panicked. I brought my hands in front of my eyes. I think it was more appropriate to call them paws? Hand-paws? Meh, five fingers - hands. My hands were silver too, and my nails had become sharp like claws.

I grabbed the dragon again and jerked him back and forth. "Please! What's happening to me? Make it stop!"

Something started obscuring the lower middle of my vision. My hands went reflexively towards it, and then I felt it on both my hands and my...face. I was growing a muzzle. I rubbed my silver hands along it and felt scales.

The liquid warmth had spread throughout my entire body now, but there was more. Places that shouldn't have felt warm did. Something burned from the base of my spine, and there was a whole large area behind my back that felt like it had been set ablaze.

I reached back and felt the smooth texture of leather.

Holy fuck. I was turning into a dragon.

"You don't want it to stop," the blue dragon in front of me said. "You want this."

I...I did.

"I know. Don't be afraid."

H-his voice had changed. I realized it had always been there, under the guise of misanthropy.

The pleasure overwhelmed my senses, and I couldn't breathe fast enough to satisfy my body's need for air.

"Why?" I asked, my voice straining. "Why didn't you tell me?"

I blacked out before I could hear his sweet voice again.

---

I woke up. My head was sideways, resting on a pillow facing the window. I tried to look forward. There was something new between under my eyes, blocking a little part of my vision. Right, it was my new muzzle, a shimmering mass of silver scales. Not a dream then. In front of my muzzle, the dragon that had fucked me senseless was lying on the bed next to me, his eyes awake and aware of my awakening. I finally got a good look at the dragon that had changed me.

He was blue, but that I already knew. He had long, pointed elfin ears. His horns swept back with a natural curve, like what you'd imagine the antennae on an airplane would look like. He had a bit of brownish light hair between his silver horns, and there was a light tuft of it on the end of his chin, almost like a goatee. He was beautiful.

His eyes were also blue, lighter than the sky. And looking into them, I swore I saw a reflection of myself, my new silver body adding streaks of sharp clouds into that sky.

And then I knew. This dragon would've never hurt me on purpose. I wasted no time and tested out my new muzzle.

I felt him recoil a bit when I locked my mouth over his own, but then I think he understood. His tongue went into my mouth before I could figure out how to stick mine in him first, but I wasn't complaining. We kissed and tasted each other, and he shifted until his body was on top of mine, his legs straddled besides my waist. Good god, it just felt so damn good to feel him like that.

It made the cold all the more bitter when he had to finally pull away.

"So you've figured it out," he said.

"Not really," I said, "But I don't think you wanted to kill me at all."

He shook his head. "Never. Remember, I said I was born from your imagination, your thoughts. Your will. I know what you think."

I shivered when I felt his paw settle against my chest. "You're Kain, the dragon of my dreams. I-I've always had a bed that was too big for one."

He nodded. "You always imagined me next to you before you slept."

"And it always hurt when I woke up and you weren't there."

"I'm here now."

And he was real. I shook my head. "Why didn't you tell me it was you? You could've been one of those, uhh, evil dragons."

"You like it rough," he said. "Surprise only works the first time. I gave you what you wanted."

I inhaled, letting his paw rise with my breathing. "Gods, you did. Is this real, then? Are you really real?"

"What you see is real," the dragon said. "What you believe is real is."

I took in another breath, this time entirely from my nostrils. He smelled damn good too, male and strong. "I believe you're beautiful," I said. "I want you to be here forever." And I meant it.

"And I will be."

I smiled and took in another whiff of his scent. He smelled absolutely delectable, and suddenly I was very aware of the fact that most of his body was touching mine. And there was a very strong pressure near my loins.

"Then I suppose," I said, "you also know that I like it-"

"Intimate," he said, finishing my thought. "Loving. Sensual."

I wrapped my arms around his neck. "I want you again."

"I know," he said.

We had sex again, this time as two dragons in love. Ours colors complimented as we melded our bodies together again, this time with gentle intimacy instead of rough fetish-fueled ferocity.

He let me see him this time, and touch him. My arms, already wrapped around his neck, brushed along the hair there before gliding down to touch the strong limbs that emerged from his back and formed his wings.

He was so kind this time, so slow and lovely. It was almost hard to believe he was the same dragon that had fucked my brains out before. He nudged my legs before I lifted them, granting him access, and then I felt his cock slip into my ass as he started making love to me missionary style. This time he paused at every ridge, allowing me to savor each milestone of his length.

In this position, I couldn't feel those deep valleys on his cock ripple along my prostate, but that didn't matter. Seeing his face scrunch up as my tight muscles pleasured him was better than any physical feeling, and I knew he'd like it just as much seeing my mouth agape while I whispered his name.

My new tail hole accommodated all of his length without complaint. The hot goodness inside me caused me to twitch my body from excitement. I tried to control the way my tail and wings were flapping around, but I couldn't.

"It's okay," Kain said. "Your brain's not used to those yet."

I smiled. "Are you always able to read my mind?"

"Only when we're very close," he said.

Like now, I thought.

He grinned. "Like now. But no matter where we are, I can always sense your feelings."

"What do you sense now?"

"Your heart is about to soar into the clouds, love."

I pulled my arms down, forcing Kain's head down next to mine. I rubbed my snout next to his, and then I slid up until my mouth was next to one of his long ears. "I'm about to cry," I said. "I don't want to wake up again next to the cold. Next to loneliness." Gods, I didn't want this to be another dream.

He gave me a gentle hump, forcing a moan from my throat. "Does this feel like a dream?" he asked.

"No," I whispered into his ear. "But it's always like that."

He nearly pulled his cock all the way out of me, and then he tugged his body back. I didn't try to stop whatever it was he wanted to do, but I really didn't want his upper body to leave mine yet.

He was on his knees, I think. "Look at us," he said. "Look."

I nudged my head down and saw our bodies in the middle of the act of mating. Kain was just as I'd imagined him: slender but firm, muscles strong but not bulging. His body was more serpentine than human, and those longer scales on the front of him spread all the way from the bottom of his chin to the tip of his tail. He bore a pair of large chest scales that broke the otherwise mundane pattern, but his limbs, aside from the existence of his wings, and general body structure were mostly human shaped.

My new form, on the other hand, was not quite so drastically different. I lacked the heavier scales in front; instead it was more like my skin had just turned into silver scales. There was a pair of small, denser and slightly darker scales on my chest, which I supposed represented my nipples. Hey, my abs were back too! Overall, I'd say my new body almost looked like an Argonian's (trust me, I've spent a lot of time admiring their shirtless bodies), while Kain was more traditionally draconic.

I caught sight of my penis too, the hard shaft bobbing slightly as Kain resumed his gentle thrusts. It had a few ridges on the underside now, and a pair of small nubs on top. I still had a head, unlike Kain's cock, though it had elongated and became more like a spearhead than a crown shape. I had a slit too, apparently, and my balls lay under it, grown now to match the size of my lover's pair.

"You're a little more on the human side of the scale," Kain said after I'd finished admiring my new body. "Sliding scale and all that."

"Cool," I said. That was interesting to note, but right now there was something much more important. "But how do I know it won't be gone tomorrow?"

He hilted me one more time and reconnected our flesh, chests touching. "Because I promise," he said. "I promise I'll never leave you."

His voice was so firm, so assuredly true, and so resolute. I trusted him.

"Thank you," I said quietly, not knowing what else to say.

"Feelings are truer than words," he said. "Feel my promise, feel our bond."

It felt good.

We shared our feelings for some time. He knew exactly how to please me, precisely where to touch me. I lost track of time throughout all the moans and grunts of bliss.

This time, I came first.

My cock pumped out my freshly made dragon seed between our bodies, and the liquid mark of our courtship melted into the crevices of our scales as Kain helped rub it in along my entire front side.

Whatever new neural links my brain connected to my new tail and wings spazzed out as soon as I started my orgasm, and those extra appendages began thrashing around uncontrollably. In contrast, my anal muscles massaged Kain's cock with its usual rhythm, but the pulsing was stronger than I remember when I was being human. Those muscles also gave me greater sensation, and I could feel every ridge and vein on his shaft as they contracted and squeezed all around his thick and very hot piece of meat.

My whole body didn't contract with unbearable pleasure this time, but love was a far better substitute. As long as my no-longer-imaginary best friend - now mate - was with me, I'd be content.

It wasn't until I'd landed from the peak of pleasure that I felt Kain begin to buck into me more erratically. He moaned as he gave one more hard push, and then he let out a muffled roar before quieting himself by wrapping his muzzle around mine.

I felt his balls, which were pressed tightly against my cheeks, tense as they gave up their seed, and his warmness spread into me once more. All our heat was shared; our bodies were physically embraced as much as possible, his seed spread and warmed my lower insides, and our mouths were entwined with passion.

We couldn't make it last forever, but we didn't need it to. Our simple existence was enough for our love to blossom. His shaft eventually stopped throbbing and shrank, and some warmth leaked out of my tail hole, marking my new tail with his life.

I pressed both my hands against his pebbly cheek, tugging I gently upward. He got the message and backed off.

Once our muzzles parted, I looked at him again in his sky blue eyes. "Tell me again that this is real," I said.

"This is real," he replied.

I kissed him again, and this time our tongues stayed tied for nearly an hour.

Then the phone rang. It was my cell phone.

He let me go so I could answer.

"Derek, that you?"

It was my boss. "Yeah, it's me," I said into the phone.

"I need you to come to work an hour early tomorrow."

I wanted to sigh, but I couldn't let my boss hear that. I settled with rolling my eyes. "Yes sir," I replied.

"Good, don't be late," he said, and then he hung up.

I let out the sigh after I hung up the phone.

Right after, I felt Kain's snout nuzzling against mine. He knew what I knew. He knew how I was feeling too.

"What about the outside world?" I asked. "What about reality? I can't go to work as a dragon."

Kain backed away and smiled at me. I couldn't help but forget how crappy the phone call had made me. "No," he said. "Once you step out of your apartment door, you're back to you're normal self again. But here, in your home, in your mind, you can imagine anything you want. You don't need to go to work. You can go anywhere you want without ever leaving your bedroom."

I pointed out the shuttered window. "I don't ever have to go back out there?"

"Close your eyes," the dragon said.

I did.

"Now open."

I did.

Kain was off of me now. He was standing, all naked and sexy, between two things that weren't in my bedroom before. On his left was a wardrobe, and on the right was a blue box - the TARDIS.

My mouth was practically gaping wide and drooling with what I supposed was happiness.

"How is this possible?" I asked.

"Your imagination. Magic, if you'd prefer."

My eyes wandered as I thought a little bit. This didn't make any sense, but then again I don't think it was important anyway. Kain was real, I felt him, and he shouldn't have been real. "Am I dead?"

"If it makes it easier for you to accept," the dragon said, "then maybe."

It didn't really matter, did it? I could be dreaming too, but if I were then it was a damned good dream. "So," I said. "Anywhere?"

The dragon gave me a great wide grin. "Anywhere your imagination wants," Kain said, his arms and wings spread wide. "Take your first pick, Narnia, or anywhere in time and space!"

My muzzle bore a wolfish grin as I got up from the bed and stumbled towards the TARDIS, my new tail and wings screwing with my sense of balance. "Right then," I said. "Let's start with Uranus!" I made sure to use the elementary school pronunciation.

Kain let out a boisterous laugh, and then he said, "Very appropriate."

He pulled out a red bow tie out of nowhere. It was one of those stick-on novelty ones, I think, because he just pressed it onto his chest and looked completely ridiculous, the bright red heavily contrasting with his blue scales.

"Really now?" I asked. I completely lost my balance from the silly sight and nearly tripped behind onto my tail, but Kain swept in and grabbed my arm before I could fall.

"Hey," he said, "gotta go with the theme!"

I laughed. Loud. Uncontrollably. I hadn't laughed like that in a long time.

He laughed too. I hadn't laughed with someone in a long time too.

When I managed to control myself, I let myself fall forward, bringing Kain into a hug with me. "You look riddikulus with that on," I said.

He patted my back. "No I don't! They're cool now."

I chuckled. "Says a TV show."

One of his hands glided up closer to my neck. "A popular TV show. Why'd you pronounce it like that?"

"Pronounce what?"

"Ridiculous."

"Oh." I tightened my arms, keeping him close to me. "I needed to make sure you weren't a boggart."

"A boggart? Why?"

"Because," I said, "My greatest fear is that you'll disappear."

His head nuzzled against my shoulder. "Don't fear it anymore. I promised I'll always be there next to you when you wake up. I'll never leave you alone again, I swear."

If I told you that tears weren't coming out of my eyes at this point, then I'd be lying. There were only three words in the world that could tell my dragon how much he meant to me.

"I love you," I said.

"I know."

He let go of me.

The sudden cold from the absence of his arms scared me half to death, but my eyes assured me he was still there.

"Oh sorry," he said. "Didn't want to scare you that much. I thought we were doing the whole frozen carbonite routine."

That kicked out another round of laughter from me. "You jerk," I stammered out, my chuckling removing any sort of antagonistic meaning behind the base definition of that word.

He helped me stand straight again, my muzzle barking with laughter, and then he helped me walk into our ticket to the universe.

"Here's to being dead," I said before I left the real world forever with my mate. "Or magic. Or imagination. Or whatever!"