Dragons Amidst the Storm
A while ago I wrote several stories as part of a daily story challenge. I've been wondering if I should post them at all, since they are decidedly more like lemons than actual stories, but several of my friends have recommended I share them anyway. I will be posting one a week for the next few weeks. As usual, I don't really care about spelling or grammar, please restrict comments to the story itself. This is the second story in this upload series.
"Another rainy day."
Xavier lowered the blinds to shut out the gloomy grey of his storm-soaked neighborhood, and turned back to the piles of sketches he had been straining over. As an artist frantically trying to survive off commissions and the occasional commercial contract he could drum up, the workload certainly was considerable.
Not for the first time he wondered if he would have taken that risk and tried to support himself on his artwork if he knew where it would lead. A small, dingy apartment in an old broken down building, but at least everything worked and it kept the weather outside away. Really, he couldn't complain too loudly, the one-room efficiency had a certain sort of coziness to it, and his neighbors were quiet, giving him peace and privacy.
Normally he wouldn't mind the rain either. Storms held a certain sort of subtle attraction to him, an excitement that he couldn't quite suppress. All that raw energy, that power, unleashed across the heavens with every bolt of lightning! How he longed more than anything else to somehow, someway find himself among the clouds, to sprout wings and fly up there and bathe in the electric revels of the sky. But this was no thunderstorm; rather, a depressive sort of drizzle.
Propping himself in his chair, he focused again upon his latest work, a painting actually this time. A curious commission, this one had come in recently with no return address and no name for the client. He would normally have rejected it off-hand except for the fact that the commissioner paid in advance, and considerably. Also, he wanted to draw it.
Xavier had nearly completed the image of the golden dragoness, and even now put the final touches and highlights on her shimmering scales. The details were all there as requested, ivory scales along the belly and undertail, fins instead of horns, the forked tongue curling around her lip as she parted her jaws in a silent roar. She stood on her hind-legs, wings flared and muzzle pointed at the skies. Lighting crashed above her, a storm much more violent then the one outside his window, and each strike reflected brilliantly in her scales.
Really, he had to admit as he put his brush down, that he had outdone himself this time. The dragoness seemed almost life-like, as if she were about to leap off the craggy rock her tail curled around, and straight into his bedroom. But even then, there seemed to be something missing. The painting was done, and yet...?
With a longing sigh, he moved to cover the easel loosely, to prevent accidental smearing. But just before she fled from his site, he thought, for the briefest instant, that her brilliant ruby eyes had turned to glance at him. Perhaps she had noticed something missing also?
He blinked, then shook his head and let go of the cover, mumbling to himself with a wry chuckle, "Must've stayed up too late last night." No artist could paint something to life, least of all an artist as amateur as him. He would puzzle out the missing piece after a good night's rest. Putting the thought out of his mind he turned to get ready for bed.
Half a step from the sink, mid-reach for the toothpaste, Xavier heard his window rattle. "But I didn't hear any thunder." He thought curiously, then dismissed it, probably the rain just picked up a bit.
The rattle came a second time, and he couldn't ignore it now. There had to be something out there, a cat maybe on the fire escape. Anything out in this storm would be looking for shelter and the fire escape.... No, that didn't make sense, the storm was blowing in on his side of the building. At last he decided to take a look.
Striding toward the window, toothpaste and toothbrush still in hand, he carefully peered out through the blinds.
A gigantic, crimson iris stared back at him.
Fear surged through him, clawing at his heart. He stumbled frantically back, crashing into his easel. The cover flew off the painting, the heavy canvas falling face up across his legs. Instinctively his eyes flashed to the carefully oiled scene. The dragoness was gone!
Even as he cowered in fear, waiting for a massive, tri-taloned hand to rip through the wall and capture him for a snack, his mind went into overdrive trying to absorb what he knows must have happened. The wind began to pick up outside, and he was certain now he heard the crack of thunder above the rain.
The tapping came again.
Tentatively, fearfully, Xavier gathered himself up, set the painting aside, and resumed his feet. Drawing close to the window, he yanked up the blinds in a show of recklessness, steeling himself against the sight he knew he would see.
The massive golden dragoness towered outside his apartment, even on all fours she had to lean down to position her muzzle at his window. She was just as he painted her.
"Myrissa..." he breathed in a whisper, not knowing where the name came from, but just as surely as he'd painted her, the dragoness could possess no other appellation. She did not answer, but drew back from the window in a clear invitation for him to join her.
With trembling fingers the young artist quickly undid the latch and threw the window open. The storm had risen to its full fury now, wind whisking past him furiously, setting his hair wild and flinging the sketches on his desk throughout the room. The rain lashed against his face, only partially blocked by the massive dragon form outside his window.
A truly gigantic paw, big enough to lift a school bus, rose level with his window sill, palm up, the three broad fore-talons gently curving inward. He stepped out onto that scaled pad at once; there was no fear for him here. Somehow he had created her, and he knew that his fantasies were about to be realized at last.
The dragoness reared up on her hind legs, bracing herself with her other paw gently against his apartment building. Without a word spoken, she began to lower him toward her nethers. Momentarily stunned by the implications, Xavier quickly saw something he knew he did not paint. Between her legs one could clearly see two slits above the tailhole, and even as he watched a long, meaty dragoncock began to emerge from the closer of the two.
He watched in awe as that incredible phallic length passed his own dimensions, longer than he stood on tip-toe, and as thick as chest at the shoulders. With a blush Xavier remembered that he had in fact painted her this way, his own dirty little secret that no one would notice in the finished scene, unless they knew him well. She was in fact, a hermaphrodite. She was a shi.
Shifting hir paw, shi dropped him abruptly astride the shaft, his legs hooking around the base near the last of three large ridges adorning that ebon spire. Myrissa's cock was almost hot enough to scald, but not quite, and he quickly adjusted to hir temperature. Both of his hands gripped above the first ridge, stroking just beneath the tapered tip as high as he could reach. He knew what shi wanted, after all shi was his fantasy. Hir pre quickly began to flow down hir shaft, pulsing in arrousal while the thunder and lightning crashed around them, rain pouring down upon dragon and human both.
Unable to help himself, Xavier leaned as far as he could upward to sample the taste of that no-doubt exceedingly potent pre-seminal fluid upon his tongue, shivering at the intense tingle it sent racing up and down his spine. The curious fluid settled quickly inside him, lighting a brand of arousal deep within his being. A moment was all it took for the small human to completely strip and press himself as fully as he could to hir flesh, stroking for all his worth. He had to have more; he had to have hir seed!
A growl-hiss of pleasure wafted down from on high, the dragoness lowering two talons to stroke at hir soaking femvent, damp with more than the rain by now. Clearly his efforts had stirred more than hir male arousal. The thought excited Xavier even more, for if anything could match stroking hir off and drinking hir seed, it would be taking hir for his mate, as a dragon himself. He took another swallow of hir pre as he dwelt upon that thought.
Almost instantly, before the fluid had even passed his throat, a surge of raw energy struck him like one of the many lightning bolts glittering in the sky above. He suddenly felt alive, more than he'd ever felt before. He looked up at Myrissa in wonder, finding hir gaze fixed upon him, crimson orbs unblinking.
Then the changes began. Quickly, almost too quickly for the pleasure they brought with them. To Xavier it was like a full body cramp, but combined with pleasure too powerful to describe. He felt as if every muscle in his entire form were seizing, snapping under the intense pressure they were exerting on his bones. And then his skeleton too, every last part of his internal structure shifting, breaking, reforming.
He lost his hands and feet first, five fingered, five toed human appendages swiftly becoming paws, strong paws with retractable talons that looked sharp enough to tear through steel. He could feel his legs and arms changing too, becoming undeniably the limbs of a quadruped. Still he held tight to Myrrisa's shaft, panting in primal, feral heat as the changes swiftly continued.
His chest broadened, his torso turning into a muscular barrel attached to his limbs. His neck extended, serpentine, graceful, but with surprising strength and agility. His muzzle shifted, and he knew he'd never need a mirror again, for surely he now possessed the face of the dragoness whose cock he continued to stroke. It was, he knew, hir pre and hir gift to him that made this change possible.
His skin split in multiple places, sloughing off like a snake's shed hide as scaled armor grew to replace flimsy human coverings. Wings sprouted from his back, long and lithe, almost transparent against the lightning strikes as he spread them, gazing at each full wing-sail and knowing they held the strength to carry him through endless skies.
But even then the changes had not finished, as he grasped the dragoncock beneath him with new strength, he felt the dragoness tremble in near climax. Taking advantage of his new neck and facial features, he found her cum-slit, burrowing his muzzle halfway inside and spreading his jaws to accept her gift.
With a cry that defied the thunder itself to silence hir, the dragoness reached hir orgasm, rattling the windows throughout the neighborhood with more than the noise of the storm. Massive ropes of seed sprayed from hir heavy internal testicles, filling his muzzle far too fast for him to swallow. Somehow it didn't matter; somehow he managed to take every last drop.
He didn't have time to figure it out as a new pleasure overtook him, the pleasure of growth. Fueled by Myrissa's climax, Xavier shot up impossibly tall, quickly outgrowing hir cock and springing free to fly out from under hir. And as shi stood there, shivering in the aftershocks of orgasm, he stepped back up toward hir, every bit as big and powerful as the massive dragoness hirself now.
Eyes sparkling mischievously, shi took to the sky, somehow managing to avoid the lightning as shi disappeared into the clouds. With a primal roar of the hunt he sprang after hir, powering upward on wings of corded steel. Myrissa's passage carried the scent of a dragoness in heat, and even through the storm he had no problem following hir.
Talon rang against scale as he captured his new mate within the clouds, seizing hir in powerful paws and slamming hir against his underbelly. Trapping hir tail out of the way with his own, Xavier arrowed his shaft at hir exposed vent, his aim true and sure. Thrusting himself heavily inside his lover, possessing hir as he had always dreamed of, he joined Myrissa within the heart of the storm.
Lighting crashed and thunder shook their scales, the winds not quite powerful enough to toss these two dragons from the sky. But the intensity of their mating took forceful grasp of them both, sending them into a pleasure driven spiral toward the earth below, wings outspread and limbs locked together, hips thrusting against each other with violent need.
As they neared the base of the cloud bank, nearly breaking free over the city, his muzzle found hirs, lips spreading and tongues intertwining in passion. Xavier's thrusts became more frantic then, he called out to his love and Myrissa answered him with hir own chorus of blissful pleasure. Shi tightened fiercely around him, and he could hold back no more.
At the instant of climax, when all the ecstasy of a thousand thunderclaps echoed back and forth, resonating, reverberating between the two until it reached a fever pitch, a bolt of lighting such as never has been before, nor ever will be again arced through the sky to seize the two within its grasp. Moments turned into lifetimes, and then blossomed further into infinities as Xavier released himself into his love. Myrissa's womb opened to receive the gift of his seed, bathing hir eggs in his essence. The creation of life, the fulfillment of a fantasy, the painting of oil upon canvas, and as the thunder rolled, the duo vanished from the sky!
They never did find him again. He left no note, though everyone assumed it was a suicide, jumping from his window into the storm. They never found a body either, but with the flooding throughout the city that night (some of it tinged with a curiously heady, milky fluid), it had probably washed away. They did find a rather splendid painting of two dragons, golden lovers intertwined in a pose that without being explicitly sexual seemed almost overflowing with intimate passion.
Hailed as the last work of an artistic genius, Dragons Amidst the Storm, sold at auction for the price of a small mint. The new owner donated it to a museum, where everyone could admire the almost surreal perfection that made the figures seem so, alive. To this day, it is still the highlight of the tour. And everyone who stops to stare at the two dragon lovers leaves with an eerie feeling. Almost as if their crimson eyes were gazing back.