Dinjer's Diary
Dinjer's Diary by theonehowl * * *
((Hope at least some like this, I didn't. At first I did, but then I didn't. But I finished it. commission for Zsisron.)) This is a commission for a friend. It originally sprouted from his idea and grew into what is seen here and now. 4/12/20 Let me just start off by saying, I haven't written one of these in a while and that I usually like to introduce myself. My name is Antony Dinjer, and I hail from the family tree that is closely associated with the Brim clan of my ancestors. Most well-knowledge furs could easily tell by my coloration of black scales and deep purple inner portions of my body. Black scales are a rare formality amongst us dragons. My father only got black spots after he aged for a long time. Both of my parents were quite proud that my heritage blessed me with these slick, elegant black scales. My brother wasn't so fortunate and sadly got the least attention from our parents. I still commend him for excelling past the demoralizing low expectations of our parents. Despite how hard he tried, though, I surpassed him in school, sports, and the job field as well. Our conversations are not too frequent and usually are very brief. That's enough of that. The reason I am starting this journal is that my office has been contacted and given me the task of investigating a missing fursona in the Tebra Zena Valley, and I would like to have a written record of the visit. My destination is just below the equator so I plan to dress light, but I will probably shop for something that's cool and something that"covers" so I won't need to worry about the heat or the pesky insects. Who knows what kinds of nasty creatures could be waiting to make my trip a living nightmare? I think I will wait till I fly out of the states before I start my shopping. The shops over seas are usually more luxurious than what our country can come up with. There might also be a beautiful young dragoness nearby that might want to accompany me back to the hotel. That's another perk of this job, some time away from the wife. I'll probably still sleep with before I go. She knows me well to understand I couldn't leave without satisfying my urges. She just doesn't know my urges take me beyond her reach and into wanting claws and the warm, tight folds of other lovely, beautiful, and competent lovers. Oh, how much I look forward to this business trip. I am pretty grateful to have a journal under lock and key to hold these prestigious thoughts of mine. Mostly, I'm glad to have the lock and key. It would be hard for the wife to know and understand that a beautiful body such as mine could never be so selfish as to deny every female worthy of its beauty a chance to"share the wealth". I also declare that in my hard work and success, because I good at what I do, that I have earned myself the chance to wallow in the luxuries such as voluptuous, long legged girls. I see no flaw in this logic. I reread what I wrote and agree no flaw whatsoever. 4/20/20 I finally reached the countries of the eastern coast after a couple of connecting flights. It's always a nice cultural experience to catch a few of the sites before settling in for the night. I let the government branch know that I would be staying the night here in what most furs call the"Crystal City". I was reluctant to miss out on the brilliant shine that the night life brings out of the city. And the room I paid for helped with the view tremendously by putting me up fifty stories. I tried soaking in as much modern culture as I could before going south to the tribe of the Tebra Valley. A flight attendant was kind enough to spend her day off here with me. I think I handled the affair well by slipping money for a cab into her pocket without her knowledge. It just felt like the... right thing to do. She was quite beautiful, purple scales and blue eyes. She was like a violet jewel draped over my body when she mounted herself on top of me, and she was more than happy to do the work. Her body did well, too. She may have never asked for the money, but I could tell by her sudden interest that that was her intentions from the beginning. Of course, my exotic appearance was the breaking point for inhibitions. Dragonesses go wild for the black scales, the strong-bodies demeanor that radiates from me, and they never say no once the"curtains" fall right before the show starts. She was some of the reason I couldn't stay up most of the night. I couldn't be here when she woke up. Leaving a letter behind was more my style. Is is definitely less complicated. She probably would do the same in my place. 4/21/20 I'm finally on the plane that gets me to my destination. We finished the debriefing about a half hour ago. Nicholas Rightam was working for the David's Inspiration Missionary office and doing some medicinal work for the Tiez Tribe. My job is to investigate the lizard inhabited tribe (not my favorite species) with a translator who will be going along with me. Then, I will be responsible to track him from there. I probably will not find him. I'll still be going through the routines, and I will definitely be sure if I can find him or not before I totally give up. It's kind of harsh, but the government won't pay the success rate if I can't find him. It was generous for just taking the job, in my opinion. Still, my fee for coming out will be generous as well. No tax dollar will be wasted. I plan to work my hardest. The main reason my office bothered with this trip in the first place was to let me get out of the states, by myself, for a while. The downside is that I have to stay the week in a third world country. The upside is that I get to use all of my safari gear. 4/21/20 I just finished reading the notes on the Tiez Tribe. The strange thing to me is that the tribe is made up of lizards. The domain consists of lions and hyenas as the majority species here. I usually wouldn't mind too much if not for the fact that the tribe's history is nonexistent. In this modern day I would we, as an advanced civilization, would have records of this tribe (especially if we were going to send missionaries). If my computer was working I would very much do an Internet search, and I probably would find more than this government itself could dig up. It gets worse. Not only am I going to in blind, but the whole tribe is male! The only female is the princess, and only the"Chosen One" is allowed to even see her. It's not like I wanted to fuck around and bring some STDs home with me, but that limits my choices of relief when times get desperate! It becomes a choice between my self-service or men. A week in the tribe with no feminine contact and I might be settling for a helping paw of the same gender. I need to go change my shorts that made me laugh way too hard. 4/23/20 A few days have gone by without me writing in this journal. I've been busy trying to handle a shit storm! I have officially been working on this case for one day! Here's the breakdown. Infamous private detective arrives at dirt poor tribe to find a missing pastor-whatever he is. My translator introduces me to the head shaman and a few of the tribe's leading hunters. They were just a bunch of lizard savages, and I constantly tried to get the translator to move on with the investigation. He informed me there had to be a day of introductions or the Tiezins would have taken offense. They probably wouldn't be very cooperative if they didn't like us which made sense. So the rest of that night we participated in the tribal meal and watch a"dance of greeting", which was just a bunch of painted males waving their dicks around. Yes, dicks were visible and they were waving around with all the dances and such. Personally, I wouldn't be that under dressed next to a bonfire. I mostly watched the fire as I took fake bites out of my... whatever it was. The next day... the damn translator got sick. They took him back to town in the only available vehicle here. I would have ridden back with them, but I slept in when they arranged the departure for town. That left me miles upon miles without transportation. My cellphone as well has gone missing. I think that weasel translator was using it and took that with him, accident or not I'm not sure which. The Tiez shaman actually knows some English. So, I might not end up dieing here after all. They have been helping me a little with the communication thing. Maybe I can finish this without that damn weasel. Something off note, but still eventful for me, I had a dream last night. I haven't had a dream in years. If I did have them, I wouldn't be able to remember anything from them. It's just the way I am. This dream, though, was incredibly vivid, even after I woke up. In the dream it was midday, and I was standing in an open field. The wind was blowing and it felt like heaven in the hot sun. All the tall grass blades around my legs were leaning in the direction of a full-grown tree. When I heard a whisper, I looked to the tree to see where it was coming from. There, I saw someone hide behind it just as I looked in their direction. Giggles were floating on the wind, and I knew that it was a girl behind that tree. I tried walking over there to check her out, but the distance didn't close between me and the tree. Still, I tried running harder, and the distance never shortened. I woke up before I could reach her and just in time to miss my ride home back here in reality. It's still pretty amazing that I dreamed. Maybe it will happen again. Maybe I'll get to see that chick... she sounded really cute. 4/24/20 I slept in again today. It might be something in that food. I've been eating more of it since all the portable survival meals were on the transport that's still in town. It might be another few days before my translator gets back, or the government finds me a replacement. I hope it won't be another weasel. If they don't hurry up I might lose my mind before they get back. The food is starting to taste good. It's probably more because I'm losing my mind out here. I even dreamed again last night. I was sitting at the food of that same tree I tried chasing down from the last dream. The wind was still blowing, and I heard humming this time. Someone was humming a tune. I bet it was that girl because I began to get really into it. Into what exactly, I couldn't say for sure... It was just a tune that I could sink into. It just felt like a dozen romance stories rolled into one single moment, coming true in my own perception. I had that all encompassing warmth that you feel after waking up from a great nap and falling in love for the first time rolled into one. It was a bunch of warm baths all at the same time. It was a sensation I never wanted to lose. All these feelings were riding on the wind, guided by her sweet voice. I knew she had to be the cause of those feelings. My ears were soaking up her beautiful song like nectar from a flower. A long, content sigh escaped my lips in my dream, and I am sure I probably did it out loud in my sleep. It would not be surprising after feeling as good as I felt in the dream. It even feels good now just writing about it, sitting here awake. It's stupid, but I feel like getting this job done. Like, I just can't sit here anymore. I've got things to do. 4/24/20 I would be working diligently right now if I wasn't so exhausted. Writing these words is about all I can do besides sleep. I just figured I could squeeze the last bits of my energy before I finally give in to the fatigue and let sleep claim me. Possibly, I will have dreams to sleep on again. It's been a good day, though. I sadly could not further my investigation without the translator, but I made up for last time by participating with the tribe some. They showed me the basics of their culture, how to start a fire, and what the hunters took with them, where they bathed... I actually had to bathe, but I waited when most of them finished so I would be alone. It's not like I hadn't used a public shower before, but quite a few of them were being too"friendly" with each other. There were over a dozen of them, and they all teamed up with each other in pairs, some in triplets, and I think there was a group of four. Not to mention the way a bunch of them stared at me. I swear they were thinking of inviting me. It was a little hard to tell amongst the masses of wet scaly bodies. Shades of glistened in the sun from the river they cleaned in. I'm not very sure... judging by how relaxed and intimate with each other they were, if they were there to get clean at all. They certainly smelled better when they finished. Though, I don't I know if I ever smelled anything like that. It was familiar, but I can't put claw on it. The shaman helped me out by giving me a tied up sac of herbs. They were simple instructions; wet, lather, and then dip myself down to rinse. Then he proceeded to bless me. At least, it was something similar to what he did the first night which the translator claimed was a blessing. I had to stand there and smell repulsive for at least another five minutes while holding a bag of weeds as a lizard dressed like a gazelle muttered incoherent passages to me with his eyes closed. When he opened his eyes, he gave me this confused look like he couldn't figure out why I was still standing there. At that point I huffed and stomped away feeling like a fool. Crazy how a savage could make a dragon of high-class status, such as myself, feel so awkward. I usually handle myself well, even when alienated in a group of savages. Probably losing my touch, no big deal, I guess. I went to the water hole to stand behind a tree and undress. I figured whatever standards these lizards had they probably couldn't resist staring at me. I'm sure an exotic dragoon getting naked would definitely strike their fancy. The whole way there I kept getting stared at. One of them, I think, licked their lips. It could be my imagination. I don't really mind. Although, I think that would have bothered me... but it didn't this time. It's true I have a good figure and all. I work out plenty enough. That might get me into an unwanted situation here, though. The water felt surprisingly great to my scales. That bag of whatever it was softened instantly once I got it wet. I was afraid it might rip and it's content would fall out, but it held together. It was so refreshing. The smells emitting from that herbal mix was more than welcomed to be rubbed over my body. I think others were staring and might have been treated to how much I enjoyed the bath. It couldn't be helped. Something inside me just wanted to take in that wonderful feeling. Besides, it's the first bath in days, and I am the type to usually keep clean. The only real problem I have with the way they clean is those thorns, or whatever, they accidentally put in the herbal sacks. As I was bathing my slit, something nicked me. It was as painful as a barb from a rose running just along my inner line. It subsided after a second, making it a mere jolt of pain. The few lizards that happened to be there at the time began chuckling as if there were some kind of inside joke. Their smiles were... strange. The strangest thing happened then. I began blushing. I couldn't figure out why I was so embarrassed, but my face was hot and perspired sweat at how ashamed I felt. That was very strange for me. As perplexing as that thought is, I must discontinue with this writing. My eyelids are closing by themselves. 4/25/20 Another glorious dream! It's crazy how they set my mood by the time I'm awake. I don't have time to write now, but hopefully later. 4/25/20 I checked to see if the transport came back yet. No sign of it, and I think my slit might be infected or something. It itches... sort of... When I press my paw against it there's no irritation. If there's no contact then it begins to itch and cause me problems. I would say there's swelling, but it's not the scratch that swells. This is really embarrassing, even when I write it down in my private journal. Whenever my slit begins to get that itchy feeling I have to rub it. When I rub that area... I discover how sensitive I am down there. Then I get a little hard, and I have to stop rubbing. If I don't, then I will have to find a private place and get relief. Then it's get itchy! I think it won't be long before I hunt down a private place and give in to the rubbing. It feels better than it normally does to touch there, which makes no sense because I've gone longer than this without sexual relief. It becomes more difficult to stop rubbing there every moment that passes. I'm using all the self-control I have. I will most certainly cave in if another dream like this morning happens again. So weird how I never had dreams before and now they are consistent and relentless. The girl in my dream was humming again... oh, that sweet beautiful sound! It was good to hear. The sound must have been stronger this time because it just seemed to take me over completely with blissful peace. In the dream, I stayed sitting contently against the base of that same tree with that familiar breeze brushing across my scales. The sun's rays still warmed my body. You could say I was paralyzed by good feelings. That would have been good enough, but it got even better. As my eyes were closed, I could only feel her tail coiling over my neck. The appendage hugged my throat in a sensual embrace. This proved she wanted me. It was more than exciting to know as it curved and hugged me so invitingly. We both stayed like that till I woke up. Her voice filled me, and her tail captivated me till the end came. I don't even know why I bother to wake up anymore. That's enough time wasted; back to the dream I go. 4/26/20 I am awake earlier this morning, and I can't get back to sleep. My dream continued from where it left off the last time. My sweet lady was there as I expected. I was in her arms as they held me close, lying back against her slender flat chest. She was smooth... like me. I looked down at those hands clasped around my chest and witnessed some of her for the first time. They were green scales with short claws painted red. Her humming was vibrating through my back like the best massage ever. The sensations I can not explain, but I can say they make me want to just... give in. To what, I don't know. It was just such a liberal feeling to have. I can go out and deal with this day and the time that separates me and her. I can't wait to sleep. It makes the burden of this slit of mine somewhat easier. Speaking of which, it hasn't gotten better. My own shaft is pressing out some, and it's embarrassing to think I will have to go through the day like with it like this. I hope I will be lucky enough to survive the embarrassment. 4/26/20 I have to confess. I need to have this off my chest, and there is no lizard here who understands a single word I say. This journal is all I have to confide in. Later in the day, my slit began to act up real bad. I had to rub, and then my cock wanted to jump out and party. I had to duck out into a hut. I don't know what gave me away. I thought I dodged out of sight pretty fast. My breathing was really loud, though. That could have been it. It's all besides the point now. This lizard, one of the leading hunters I actually remembered. I don't know how I knew him well enough to remember that bit of information, but I do. He also had a certain smirk whenever he looked at me that gave off this feeling, and it was another good indicator to tell who he was. But that's beside the point. He was in the hut with me, and I was trying to hold my cock down in my pants. I was barely standing up in the tiny room. My tongue was hanging out I was so heated by the... injury, I guess you could call it. The hunter simply stared at me with that little smirk. The itch seemed to be stronger whenever I saw the smile, or maybe that was just something about me. That lizard began moving closer to me. I suddenly felt like his prey, and that smile seemed more predatory when I glanced at his eyes every so often. I didn't know any words of their language to ask why he looked at me like that, and I wouldn't understand any replies he made. The way he moved indicated something of what he was thinking. I didn't know what to do, so standing there was the only option I had. My shaft was resisting my paw and throbbing eagerly at the sudden feeling of embarrassment and fear of what might be coming up. The hunter took all the small dingy cloth that covered his groin, and he was almost ready to go as much as I was. He took another few steps closer to me and stood with his paws on his side like he wanted me to get him to where I was at. I simply stared up, very unsure what to do. I felt so lost, most of all really horny. Then I thought about that and decided that it was reasonable. Comprehending that in that state, vulnerable and in more heat than I could have ever imagined, it seemed reasonable to... So I did. It felt too good. I don't remember ever being so hot or turned on. When my paw touched him, I thought I would cum right there. It felt different than just stroking me off. I was getting someone else hard, really hard for that matter. It was all my doing and I think I was doing it pretty good too. The way that lizard practically folded in on me as I started getting into it. I didn't even notice him getting closer, but then I was too far gone. Then I took him into my mouth. I know I didn't have to, but I did it. I couldn't stop starring at how thick it was. It shouldn't be anything new. A penis is a penis, but that was cock in my mouth and it was great. My lips handled his girth really well, and it was fairly simple to take him in further when he pressed hips at me. The whole time I was jerking myself to the fact that this overwhelming heat was making me do something I would never have done before. Now that I look back at it... I'm slightly grateful. I didn't have to do all that much work when he was pounding himself into my mouth. His hips were smacking my face, but that rough sentiment made it more obvious how badly we both wanted this. It wasn't long before his length began draining itself down my throat. I was lucky to let instinct guide me, and I took it pretty well without breathing it in. That cock was so tasty. I don't believe this is me writing this right now. My own orgasm was tribute to how much I enjoyed it, though. There's no denying something when it feels so great! I should feel weird about this, but I don't. I'm going crazy. I know for sure now. Sleep will be good. Maybe I shouldn't have any dreams tonight. Thinking about them and how I seemed to...change... I don't know. Like I said, I'm crazy. I'm going to bed, though. Gonna need the rest. 4/27/20 She doesn't care. She made it clear to me that it doesn't matter if I please myself. It pleased her. I showed her that I could be open minded and it was attractive to her. I can't explain how she told me this, but I know it's what she is thinking. She's all the more attracted to me now that I was able to show her how open minded I can be. It's hard to tell if I'm awake or asleep. I'm always aroused, and constantly I find myself needing to hear her voice, feel her close to me. She's practically here with me now. Whether or not she is a dream, I can't tell for sure. I know for sure that I will be going back out to see if the hunter will notice I'm hard again, that I need more of him. It will impress her greatly. She promised I would be rewarded if I continued proving my ability to love. I can love anyone, especially her. I can prove this. 4/27/20 I've done all I can, and I hope she is happy now. I tell her now that I loved how the hunter and his friends escorted me back here, where they asleep now after such an exhausting venture. She should be impressed how I had worn them out and still I sit writing. For her I can do this with ease. She knew that as well. The hunter from yesterday had red paint on, and his friends had paint on as well, one blue and another yellow. Each one of them enjoyed my body as much as I did theirs. We did everything. These lizards truly know how to relieve their inner desires with a passion. I had the red hunter in my mouth first. Remembering the taste of his cock put me on my knees and begging as soon as we came back here. He knew my intentions when he saw me walking about the tribe. I sported a fairly hard cock hanging out of my slit. The wound or rash, or whatever, seems to be almost a permanent thing. As I took him into my mouth, his friends were taking places around me. They were clever enough to know this was my first time, and, after a long evening of switching, the blue hunter with the smallest cock had his time with me first. At first it was quite uncomfortable, but it helped me concentrate. Then I enjoyed after he really gave it to me. I never knew something like that could feel so good. After he finished in me, the yellow painted hunter got up from having his way with my cock in front of me and took his turn, all the while I nursed the red hunter with my eager muzzle. The yellow hunter was not much bigger, unlike Red in front of me. Except, what he lacked in the comparable size he made up for in raw power. He was quite rough, and it was much thanks to all that cum that the blue one dumped in me that it felt so mind blowing and not more painful. My tail still feels bruised when he was grappling it with his claws. He stretched me with a passion that made Blue's lovemaking seem very tame in comparison. Yellow also had a big load to deliver. At that point, Red was stroking me as Blue had his cock cleaned by my tongue. The taste was quite demoralizing, but the feelings were so great when I was getting fucked so hard from behind. Then the whole group made their switch again, coming around full circle. By then, I had picked up on how things worked. My tail was wagging like a dog in heat when I felt red grab my ass and pressed his aching shaft up against my hole. I went nuts with all the teasing he did, luckily he didn't take it too far and pounded me. His large size and the confidence that radiated from him while he fucked me in such a way that I knew he was the leader. By the way he controlled my body with its own lust by pounding me into the ground... There are many missing words to describe how great he felt behind me. And when he finished we all pretty much ended up like this, them asleep in my bed and me staying up to write my testimony for her. This is for her. This is to show her I'm ready to be hers. I want it more than anything. 4/30/20 Good news, dear journal. I've finally arrived. My wonderful, beautiful queen has finally revealed herself to me. The dream seems to have merged with what used to be reality. A secret place among the tribal grounds held her in waiting for me. Before I woke up, she told me exactly where to go and how to find her. When I came to her so willingly, she took me in. I had never been instructed on the ways of humility, but it was instinct that brought me to my knees in front of her. It was instinct that made me bow and let her pet my head. Her locks of gold hair resting on such succulent green scales made me quiver and question if I was aloud to look at such beauty. Those eyes drew me in and completely distracted me from what was right in front of my muzzle. I was so distracted that I didn't notice that this wasn't a"she". My queen was a"he". He was petting me and controlling me. He was the one that had been in my dreams for days and days. He was the one that made me understand this by the mere movement of his lips. There's no understanding of what He was saying. I only comprehended when He was finished speaking. Then He took pleasure from after he made me realize what my place was. This is my place now. I was brought here to take whoever's place. My body and money will be more adequate for my Queen. I would be filled with utter joy by this if I weren't already happy enough to serve her for the rest of my life. My queen even says that I will get to have time with the hunters as long as she gives permission. I have to go now. I need to make a call on my cell. My queen was holding it for me the whole time. I need to call my wife. The whole tribe is male, but it will need a way to survive. That's where she will come in.