Chapter 1
#1 of The Secrets of a Dragon
This is my first story ever and my first post here, so please be kind, even though this is the
second and hopefully final draft.
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It was an average Saturday for Jake Long, the American Dragon. He had been
told to come to his grandfather's shop for training, and so after having to
excuse himself from spending the day with Trixie and Spud, he came. Once
there, his grandfather left one simple set of instructions, before he left to
deal with something--he refused to tell Jake what exactly.
"This is so unfair," complained Jake to himself. "He and Fu get to go off
and party, while I have to stay here and clean the fucking shop. But, why the
hell do I have to do it as dragon? I memorized this old school bullshit."
Before transforming into his dragon form, Jake had closed the curtains and
changed the sign on the door from "open" to "closed." He then, after changing
into the American Dragon, organized and dusted the backroom and was now
sweeping the front with his tail.
After a few hours, in which he accomplished little, Jake decided to take a
short break. He went up to roof and leaning on the retaining wall, he stared
out onto New York City, his city, the city that he was charged with
protecting. He thought about flying off and joining Trixie and Spud at
Trixie's house, but he knew he could not, at least not without his
grandfather finding out.
As he glared out upon the street in front his grandfather's shop, feeling
so alone in the world, he spotted someone special across the street.
Rose, the hottest girl in Millard Fillmore Middle School, the only girl
Jake could ever truly date. Just staring at her was arousing. Jake wanted to
fly down to her and whisk her off her feet and into to his arms. He wanted to
make love to her. To make her his.
He felt something hard press against him. He looked down and found his
erection pressed up against the concrete wall, a little pre-cum creating a
thin rope that joined his tip to the wall. "Oh fuck," he said. "Why now?" He
cupped his member in his hand and darted back into the shop.
When he reached the shop's front, he sat on the counter and tried to will
himself down.
After several minutes, which only resulted in a headache, he went back to
his cleaning, trying to ignore his raging erection.
When Jake finished, he went back to the curtains to check if Rose was
still outside. She was, now standing impatiently, as though waiting for
someone.
His balls dropped. As images of her naked body flashed before his eyes,
his claws slowly began making their down past his stomach. As his visions
became more exotic, he began to gently stroke himself, guiding one claw from
the base to the tip along the top and reversing the pattern for the bottom.
He let out a soft groan of pleasure, as he tormented himself by removing his
hand from that area of his body. He involuntarily bucked his hips, as he
imagined Rose kissing him and then slowly lowering herself to her knees.
It was then he noticed Rose glancing up at the shop and at him.
He quickly backed away from the window, but he slipped on the pool of pre
that had formed next to his feet, and he went careening backward into a pile
of boxes, which collapsed on top of him.
After shoving the boxes off him, he glared down at his member. It look
like a volcano, with pre running in streams down the sides to the base, where
it pooled inside his sheath, until it reach the top, where it began leaking
onto his lap and then onto the floor.
"Aw man," he said, looking around at the mess he had created during his
fall. "Why me?"
He stood up and tried to clean up, but he leaked more pre than he cleaned
up.
"Come on go down," he shouted at his cock after a half-hour, during which
he seemed to have covered everything in the room with his sticky seed. He sat
down on the counter and tried to stare down his shaft, but it remained as
hard as a rock.
"Fine then," he shouted. He grabbed his member and slowly began stroking
it. Jake's back arched, as he moaned loudly.
Unfortunately, his leaning caused him to overturn and he fell onto the
floor, landing with his back arched between the floor and the side of the
counter, so that legs were up in the air, his head against the floor, his
tail hung next to his head, his member hung in front of his snout. Pre
dripped onto his lips and slowly slipped into his mouth. He was surprised at
its taste. It was salty, yet sweet, in way that made him almost crave it.
Jake slowly, savoringly licked all of it off his hand. He then took a swift
lick of his member's tip. A wave of pleasure surged through his body. He then
wrapped his tongue around his member and slowly, very slowly licked all the
pre off his member. His body shook with pleasure. Using his tail to support
himself, he opened his mouth and took his member into his snout.
It was the oddest thing he had ever done. The moisture and warmth of his
mouth against his member caused him to shudder with pleasure. This in turn
caused him to shudder even more, as his mouth vibrated around his member. He
began to slowly bob his head up and down. The pleasure was so immense; he
struggled to stop himself from thrusting himself into his own mouth.
He stopped then, as he pushed himself away from the counter, so that his
back was straight with the floor. He was panting slightly. His back ached
from his previous position, but despite that, he bent forward and took his
member into his mouth once more, this time also fondling his balls. It felt
so good, like nothing, he had ever done before, but having a cock in his
mouth, though his own, made him feel awkward. He was not sure if he was
comfort with the feeling..., but the sensation was enough to make him
continue.
He knew that if Rose saw him like this, she would never speak to him
again, calling him a pervert, but he did not want to stop.
He continued thinking of Rose and in time, he was able to envision Rose as
his tormentor. Until he felt something, cold and hard penetrate the muscular
ring of his tail hole. He froze. He let his member slip out of his mouth. He
looked down. He found himself involuntary fingering his own tail hole. A tear
slowly fell down Jake's cheek as waves of pain flood his body, as he pushed
one claw slowly into himself. He quickly removed the claw. He found, as his
tail hole muscles slowly tightened into their normal shape, that, though
quite painfully, the emptiness left by his claw was far more uncomfortable
and unpleasant. He again pushed his claw into himself. He choked down a whine
of pain. After forcing his claw all the way in, he stopped moving. He lay
there panting slowly.
"What am I doing?" Jake muttered to himself. "Am I really enjoying this?
This pain?"
His body, in response, trembled a little. With what, he could not tell.
His glaze fell on his member. It pulsated as Jake looked upon it, seeming to
grow in size just from the presence of the claw in his rectum. Jake took a
swift lick of its tip. He could feel his muscles tense around his claw,
trying to force it out. He fought back and kept his claw where it was. He
took another lick and won the second battle with ass. Third lick, victory
again. Fourth lick, same result. The fifth time, he took his member into his
mouth and lost the fight with his tail hole; pain again sheered through his
body, as his ass reformed itself.
Jake let his member fall from his lips, as he let his tongue trace across
his tail hole. He slowly slipped tongue into the slit of his anus. He moaned
slightly, as the warmth and moisture of his tongue hit him. He was surprised
at the difference in pleasure that his tongue brought him compared to his
simple claw. Even his breath caused his skin the tingle in delight. Then Jake
felt his member paint a line of cum along underside of him chin.
He sat up, pausing to assess his predicament. He then grabbed his tail,
and after coating its tip thoroughly with saliva, he laid back and forced it
inside his tail hole. With grunt pain and pleasure, he slowly pulled his tail
almost all the way out and quickly shoved it back. Repeating the action again
and again, as he took his cock back into his maw and rapidly began to again
suck himself off.
He could feel himself building as he blew and played with himself. Until
with one final thrust, he bent his head back and moaning loudly, came, like a
fire hose.
Unable to move, he tried to lick his cum off the floor, but exhaust soon
overtook him, and he fell into a deep slumber, with himself and the shop's
front covered in his cum.
When he awoke, still as dragon, he found the room void of cum, completely
organized, and clean. He, himself, however, though no longer covered in cum,
was covered in saliva. He checked every door and window and found each
securely locked. He quickly slipped into his grandfather's shower and washed
away the saliva.
When he returned home later and went to his room for the night, he found
envelope addressed to him sitting on his pillow. Inside were two things: a
letter:
"Come to the tallest
building around the skate park. Come alone. Ride you at 8:00 p.m., Saturday,
or else."
and a photo of what he had done at grandfather's shop earlier.
This story is also posted on www.adultfanfiction.net, though it has been
there for a while and is still being updated. You can read ahead of this
site's version, but I have yet to send in the revisions to AFF, so I would
not suggest it.
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