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Fated Scales

A novel by Cheetahs(Aryn Storm)

Chapter Description: While in the VR realm, Alex experiences the novelty and delights a female body has to offer, as well as indulge in the power of his own creativity to surprising effects.

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Chapter 2: Instinct and Pleasure

Alex woke up in a cozy bed, much too comfortable to be his own, and bigger than the one from the lab he had visited. Visited? Visited when? That tidbit of information buzzed around his head like a fly, constantly evading him.

Instead of clinging onto that particular thought, Alex ran his hand over the fluffy blanket that draped his body, a very accurate replica of a timber wolf pelt, from the looks and feel of it. He blinked to clear his groggy eyes and get a better picture of it, but, no matter how often he did that, the haze persisted.

His instincts kicked in then, helping him unravel this mystery. He was blinking his eyelids, when he should have simply urged the flight membranes to slide back. With a mere thought, he made them do just that, a pang of awe settling into his bones. Call it intuition, but he somehow knew, and at the same time, didn't know how his new body, that of a dragoness, worked like.

Alex licked his muzzle, suddenly apprehensive as awareness filled him like water seeping into a sponge. He was a dragoness. The intuition from before--or instincts, as he should call them--suggested as much. He had a tail, its jittery tip messing up the bedspread, and wings that twitched and fluttered without his consent. They pushed the blanket aside, one of them unfurling to its full length, pointing towards the wooden roof of the cabin. Since he sat on his side, Alex admired its full length, awestruck.

He was a slate grey dragoness, with lighter colored wings and belly. Upon touching his face, he realized his horns were smooth, rather small, and arched across the back of his head. Leathery ears greeted his fingers instead of fins, and his triangular snout and chin had nothing special to them but scales, soft and numerous.

He didn't really know how he ended up in this luxurious dwelling, or why; nor did it matter. Excitement welled within his stomach, tingles rushing through his hide at the prospect of discovering his new body. But first, he looked around the room, searching for the nearest mirror.

There were no mirrors. His room had that rustic, cabin in the woods type of look, with a fireplace sitting opposite of his bed, built of stone, and broad windows on the left, the diaphanous curtains rustling in the gentle breeze streaming through the half-opened windows. Furs covered the wooden walls, same for the floor, the monotony broken by the two paintings that depicted fruits.

In terms of utilities, the room had nothing. No desk, no nightstand, not even a closet. At least the weather seemed tame enough, the mild temperatures bothering Alex not one bit.

Or maybe the blanket simply did a great job at warding off the cold.

He tossed it aside, folding his stretched wing over his body, preparing for the wave of cold to strike him.

It didn't. The layers of scales that covered his body warmed him better than a sweater did, minus the feeling of wearing one. Slowly, Alex retracted his wing, holding his breath as the ashen colored wing membrane revealed his slender thighs, along with the nothingness that stood between them.

A fierce blush tinted his cheeks, its heat more intense than he remembered.

"I've a...I have a pussy..." he said, his musical, distinctly feminine voice taking him aback. Something about it sounded so right, so pleasant. Unlike Enara, he spoke with crisp clarity, the tone of his voice so gentle he became infatuated with it after only uttering a couple of words.

He shifted onto his back, inadvertently rolling onto his wings, yelping half a minute too late.

"Fuck! The wings!" He jumped out of his bed, twisting, turning, trying to make sure his weight didn't damage anything. Stretching them, then beating them in an enclosed space wasn't one of his brightest moments. His wing tips caught some of the furs, holding onto them with surprising persistence. He ended up tossing them across the room thanks to his enhanced strength.

Whoa, that's quite something... Alex thought, marveling at the appendages that sprouted from his back. The bony frame was thin yet dense, the scales covering it small but hard and more receptive to the touch than Alex first gave them credit for. A soft tap made him shudder, while a persistent caress filled him with strange euphoria, quite similar to a pleasurable touch down between his legs.

Alex shook his head to dispel that eerie sensation, certain that his wings were sturdier than he first suspected. He sat back on the soft mattress, his tail lifting instinctively right before his rump met the bed. Then, he exhaled, letting all of his worries out in one drawn-out sigh.

There was something oddly satisfying about being a dragon. Everything made sense in his mind. The wings and tail felt as mobile and dexterous as his four other limbs, rather than sluggish and ungainly. His slitted pupils adjusted to the various levels of light in a fraction of a second, removing Alex' notion of darkness. His longer and nimbler toes did feel a bit funny, the dark claws able to curl back and press into his foot.

"Agh!" Alex yelped. That bloody tickled!

He brought one paw up, placing it over his other thigh to inspect it. As expected, his toes had the specific reptilian design, allowing him to bend and stretch them almost as well as a monkey. While watching his toes wiggle, Alex' gaze unintentionally landed between his legs, his current position showing him enough pink to make him fluster.

Pussy. Right. He had that, and sparks shot through his muscles at the prospect of inspecting that particular aspect of his new body. He became tense with anticipation, realizing that, although he pretended to understand how his dragon toes worked, his focus dwelled on anything but that.

"No no no, that's a mistake. I'll end up...you know what The whole day will be lost, and everything I am going to experience is orgasm after orgasm after orgasm."

Numerous polls done for both genders showed that, regardless of their sex, everybody who had the opportunity to change their gender for a day intended to have sex for the novelty of it. Guys had even more of a reason to look forward to this, as a female could experience countless orgasms versus a single one. The world record for the most orgasms attained by a human female during the span of a day was two hundred something. That was a bit too much, but the more he thought about it, the harder it became to resist the temptation of fingering himself silly.

He took in a deep breath, and let it out in a sluggish fashion. That particular thought, along with the desire that accompanied it, still hovered around his mind, but it now battled with the excitement to explore the house, the outside world, and most importantly, his wings!

To distract himself from lust's clutch, Alex grabbed his paw, his tendons protesting not one bit from his crooked position, compared to his human self. He began by tracing the tips of his fingers along his foot, getting familiar with the texture of the scales covering his soles. They were tiny and dense, susceptible to the touch, but not enough to make him tickle. Each of his three meaty toes had the same sensitivity to them, though the tougher scales plating the upper part of them blotted out some of the feeling.

At first glance, the black claws that tipped each of his toes seemed redundant, perhaps even irritating due to the way they curved inwards. Some dragons preferred a mammalian design of the body, with padded, big cat-like toes and retractable claws, but Alex became fascinated by the sharp, lethal weapons his body possessed, by its dexterity and natural armor.

"That's pretty freaking cool," he said, letting go of his foot to massage one of his wings instead. A few caresses over those smooth, velvety membranes undid the knots within his muscles, a wave of exhilaration washing over him, too nice, too relaxing. He kept at it, rolling the tips of his fingers over the smooth, light grey, living canvas, his slitted eyes able to discern the tiny veins that formed intricate cobwebs across the entirety of his wing membranes. The base of his wing, where it fused with his body, was particularly sensitive to the touch. A mere stroke under it made Alex gasp. His wings shuddered, and fire serpents slithered through his thighs, converging upon his groin.

That slightly electrifying sensation upped Alex' pulse. His jaw drooped, a gasp escaping his maw, his nostrils flared to inhale the stale air of the cabin.

What...what the bloody hell was that? The sensation felt eerily similar to the one when his cock grew erect, but infinitely shorter, more abrupt, and that much more potent. Whatever happened made him stop fondling his wing and get onto his feet, his head light from that all too strange experience.

"I'll go outside. Go outside and test out the flexibility of my limbs and wings. Yep. That is exactly what I'm going to do."

He walked with precise steps, undisturbed by the pitter patter his claws made on the bare, wooden floor, his wings folded neatly over his back while he exited the room, into a corridor that ended with a balcony. He turned the opposite way, descending a wide stairway, admiring the various furs and colored tapestries lining the walls.

The first floor of the cabin was even more imposing than the upper one. The living room looked positively stunning, bigger than Alex' whole apartment, equipped with elegant pieces of furniture, fluffy carpets, sofas, TV, even a few hunting trophies.

Weird. He never liked hunting and senseless killing, yet here they were.

Or were they?

The second time he glanced in that particular direction, provocative paintings of feral dragonesses took their place, those tails positioned over their privates in the most arousing and infuriating of ways.

"If I am a dude in real life and a dragoness in this dream, does this make me a lesbian?"

He chuckled at that rather philosophical question, looking around the living room, noticing the one too many doors with signs posted above them. Study, gym, gaming, office--this freaking cabin had everything!

Apart from other living beings. A pet feral dragon wouldn't have hurt. A small, scaly, adorable female, the sort that loved licking and playing.

"Wait wait, no, no, no," Alex said, eyes scrunched shut, shaking his head vehemently, as if to get rid of that thought before it bore fruit. "A pet? What the hell, are you insane? You don't even know how to fly. What if the bloody thing proves to be aggressive? Or what if she flies off? Won't even be able to follow her."

He had a responsibility to his dragoness body. To master its secrets, to be comfortable enough with it to dare for more. Only then, would Alex try to imagine some other things into existence. At the rate with which his temples pulsed, he was surprised he still sat inside the cabin, and didn't teleport god knows where.

"Alright, get a hold of yourself. You don't wanna study or play shitty games that suck ass. You wanna go outside and give flying a try."

That was what he did. He first stumbled into the empty kitchen, not a trace of food on the counter or inside the fridge. Freaking weird.

Then, he walked towards the door that led into the patio, the windows giving him a glimpse of the meadow that awaited him outside.

It wasn't only a meadow. Forests surrounded the small patch of paradise around his house, the vivid colors of the mountain flowers disappearing into the green expanse in front of him. Spruces covered everything the eye could see, blanketing the rising hills, even the mountains towering behind them, with their snow topped peaks. The landscape looked idyllic, the scenery taking Alex' breath away.

That was certainly not something many people saw in their lives. Not in the real world, where most of the forests had been cut down, the virgin ones owned by private corporations that didn't let anyone in. To have this corner of heaven all to himself made his heart soar, wings trembling with excitement to unfurl and taste the wind under them.

"Alright," he said to himself, sucking in a deep breath. "Let's do this."

He jumped into the air, extended his wings, and beat them once. Their power propelled him forward instead of pushing him upwards, claws tearing gashes into the ground to slow him down to a stop.

Damn! That was intense! Good thing his dragoness limbs knew when and how to bend.

Alex tried to fly a second time, then made a third, fourth, fifth attempt, each revealing him the secrets of flight. The first few wingbeats had to sort of push against the ground, while the subsequent ones had to be fast rather than hard, meant to keep him in the air.

At least that was the theory of it, for Alex stopped his flight quest after the initial wing beats. His heart shrunk to the size of a pebble, and his flight membranes thrust over his eyes, their diaphanous surface helping him deal with the vertigo brought by the elevated heights.

"It's too...it's too high. I can't--can't do it." The way the ground visibly shrunk under him froze the marrow in his bones. It felt unnatural, risky, and downright unnecessary to be in the air, where one wrong move, one wrong turn of his tail, could send him plummet towards the ground.

"Fuck this," he said, cupping his face in his palms. He didn't even have to do it! After all, he was the master of this house, the ruler of this domain.

So, Alex rushed back into the house, hurled himself into a sofa, crossed one leg over the other, and stared at the way the curtains swirled, guided by the warm breeze rushing into the living room. At the back of his mind, Alex knew he would give it a second shot. He just needed a moment to himself. That was all.

While he inspected the cabin and tried to guess which species the various furs belonged to, one of Alex' hands idly slid over his slim, straight chest. Dragonesses didn't have boobs; they didn't need those clumps of fat that, more often than not, got in the way. Sure, some clients specifically requested them added, but Alex couldn't complain about the vague sense of familiarity his chest had compared to his human self.

Besides, one didn't need nipples to rub in order to get in the mood. His wing joints, the delicate wing membranes, along with the back of his neck fulfilled that purpose, allowing Alex to explore his body in a different sort of fashion.

Gosh, did it feel good to rub those sensitive membranes with his wrist and knuckles, fingers curled halfway to keep those pesky claws at bay. They came in handy for touching scales, running the tip of a claw across the frame of a wing causing an explosion of tingles within Alex' body. It felt as if sparks danced on his hide, encouraging him to stroke and fondle his wings in all sorts of ways, with various intensities.

The tantalizing splinters of pleasure nudging at his groin felt intoxicating. Not enough to make him moan, not by a fair margin, but still sufficient to get his lips moist and sizzling. Eyes closed, wriggling on the sofa like an eel, Alex only noticed he was wet when his thighs began rubbing against each other, the feeling of moist scales grinding against each other snapping him out of his reverie.

His legs spread apart instinctively, his abundant wetness a bit uncomfortable. It made him feel dirty, but at the same time, the sharp fragrance, tinted with sweet and earthy traces, stoked his curiosity. He had to look. Sooner or later, he had to accept that, whether he had an erect cock or a wet pussy, he would get aroused.

And, if courage permitted him, maybe he would even do something about said arousal.

"Mrrrrr," came his silent growl as he cracked his eyes open. He reluctantly let go of his wing joints, curled his tail to the far right, and pushed himself up to take a good look at what his gentle ministrations did to his dragoness body.

The prominent smell of dragoness musk stung his nostrils. His lips pulled into a snarl, the heavy aroma wrapping around his mind, stifling his thoughts but for the lewd ones. Alex' gaze jumped between his puffy, glistening lips and his clawed fingers. No matter how he moved and grouped them, the sight of those claws produced cold shudders within his body.

"Nah, no way in hell I'm putting those inside me."

Alex gulped down what little moisture dwelled in his mouth, staring at his privates. That constant throbbing of his crotch drove him mad; it was like a second heartbeat, infinitely more prominent, amplifying the bothersome heat that seemed to ooze out of his pink tunnel.

The tingles, however, proved to be the worst. Although his fluids were thin and translucent, they felt laden with soft but prickly thorns, constantly poking at his insides, teasing him to no end. In an attempt to cool himself off, Alex gritted his teeth and pried open his light grey lips, allowing a rush of pheromones to waft out of his dripping tunnel, like swirling, invisible vapors. His walls trembled, his lips tensed up, and, without his consent, a few errant droplets of liquid lust trickled down his cunt and butt cheeks, making Alex feel absolutely filthy, and more than irritated at his predicament.

"Fucking shit. I shouldn't have done that. I. Should. Not.Have.Done.That." Now, he had to endure his bothersome need, counting each second, afraid of even getting up. His thighs would just grind against each other, and possibly make it worse.

Let's see if they have a dildo under the pillow, he thought, thrusting a hand under one of the pillows that supported his wings. His eyes widened to the size of saucers when his fingers latched around a ridged piece of latex.

Fuck. This worked. Maybe not all the time, but depending on how hard he desired something, the dream realm accommodated his request. Fucking insane!

However, instead of instant gratification, Alex felt blood drain from his face at the sight of the dragon dildo. It seemed so big! So daunting! Equipped with features that might do more damage than good to his silken tunnel.

It also resembled--and with uncanny accuracy at that--the dildos Doran liked to flaunt around with the sole purpose of making Alex squirm. This time around, however, his tail began swishing with obvious interest. Eying it allowed Alex to get somewhat familiar with it, buying him enough time for knowledge to dawn on him. He was a dragoness; not a human, but a freaking dragoness, and this dildo must have been designed to fit straight into a dragoness' pussy, right? After all, it did have one too many exotic features to it.

He turned the red piece of latex on each side, glancing at it. The dildo had a thick, spaded head, followed by six inches of smooth shaft, all the way down to the three sets of even ridges lining its base. That one was just a normal, circular foot instead of some weird, scrotum-shaped foundation that was sliced off in half. Those looked odd and potentially disturbing, but the one he held...this one intrigued Alex. It made his tongue roll over his snout as he started to imagine the things he would do with the dildo, things that might earn him much needed relief.

With his mind addled by lust and his thoughts bent on dealing with the persistent itch that gnawed at his cunt, Alex leaned forward, parted his legs as much as the couch allowed, and brought the dildo's tip upon his lips. He started off with light dabbing motions to get used to its smooth texture, tracing its spaded girth over his crevice. The tingles flared a tad brighter, spikes of pleasure prodding at his pussy, begging him to lodge that latex cock deeper into himself. After all, in his aroused state, his cunt swelled just a tad, the natural lubrication of his body helping the dildo's head slide effortlessly along the edges of his flower.

_What the hell,_Alex thought, grabbing the dildo's base, propping the tip upon the tight entrance that led into his canal, and pushed it in

"Ohh...oh my f--oh my, oh my freaking...grarrrrr!" Jolts of heated bliss assaulted his frame, forcing his head back. His teeth grinded against each other, muzzle trembling from the overwhelming pleasure. Unable to hold himself back, Alex rammed the rest of the dildo into himself, yelping in surprise when stars speckled his vision.

That too intense feeling took his breath away. With abrupt, sporadic jerks, his wrist rocked the dildo enough to urge his muscles to clamp down upon it, the sensation of being filled by a tight, squirming appendage overpowering to his virgin senses. That dildo stretched his passage nicely and, due to the way he wriggled it, his body mistook it with the throbs of an eager male, ready to spill his load inside Alex.

Fuck. I'm cumming. I'm cumming!

His first orgasm struck Alex with a vengeance. He could practically feel his muscles clenching around the dildo, squeezing it in a wet, sweltering grip for a few seconds before he had let go. As soon as his muscles relaxed, the first wave of femcum oozed out of him, ushered by the relentless shudders that seized his cunt. It leaked past the narrow gaps left between the ridges and his folds, his essence clear, slightly viscous, and smelling a tad sharper than his arousal.

It didn't stop there. Several more gushes followed, each of them adding to the soothing inferno raging within Alex' body. His insides felt aflame; not consumed by a vicious fire, but caressed by gentle tongues of flame, their tug urging him to spend all of that lust trapped into his body in the form of viscous strands of femcum.

When his neck muscles relaxed enough to allow him to breathe again, Alex felt both spent and itching for more. This first orgasm--it sure rocked his world, but it hit him like a train where he least expected it. He whimpered and grimaced, instead of riding those steady waves of bliss, like he was supposed to.

Before anything more happened, Alex took a moment to steady his breath and pull the toy out of him.

"Ghhhrr," he half moaned, half growled, feeling strangely empty without that tight piece of latex to hug. Juices cascaded out of him, spilling on the beige surface of the sofa, coloring it a darker shade of brown. The sight of his wetness seeping into the couch heated up Alex' blood, much too erotic for an inexperienced being like him.

His mind also wondered off towards a pet dragon. What would she have done? Lick the stain off the couch like a dog? Or go straight for the source of the nectar and eat out Alex like there was no tomorrow?

"Don't think of it. Don't think of it. You are not prepared. Might just lick you, or might bite you in the heat of the moment, and then what?"

Alex...the only person in the universe to turn a sexy scenario into a painful one. It was a dream. His dream. The one he had full control over. No dragon was going to accidentally nibble on his swollen lips unless he specifically wished her to do that.

Who knows? Maybe fangs prickling his cunt might give him an unexpected orgasm. After all, his body was supposed to be much sturdier than that of the average human.

That's something I'll have to try, Alex thought while sliding his palm along the dildo's length. He suddenly had the urge to masturbate a dragon. Better yet, have a male cum inside him.

His mind reeled at the implication of that last wish. It just seemed so...exotic, his scales already tingling with excitement. How would it feel, for a male to empty his passion into him? Would his spurts feel hot? Would he shoot his seed hard enough inside Alex to make his orgasm noticeable, or would it be a slow trickle? Alex hoped that wasn't the case; half the fun of being a female revolved around the ability to tell when a male came inside you.

But that was a story for another time. Right now, he wanted to take it slow. More importantly, he wanted to watch his cunt loosen around the dildo, to see that erect penis disappear into him. For that to happen, he needed more space, and definitely a more relaxed position, so Alex climbed the stairs and got into his bed. He put the pillows behind him to rest his back against them, spread his legs, and bent his head forward, staring at the wet, pink and gray mess that his cunt was.

"I'm going to like...take it slow this time around," he said, pausing to take a whiff of his pleasant scent. "Nothing good comes from rushing things, yes?"

With his inhibitions lessened by his first playing session with the dildo, Alex grabbed the toy in a steadfast grip and guided it around his lips, pushing the spaded tip in and out of him, hissing and curling his toes just a bit tighter around the sheets every time the spaded tip entered him with soft, wet plops. That head was specifically designed to facilitate the penetration, its bulbous girth forcing Alex' muscles to mold into an oval shape around the red shaft, that lewd sight drawing a gasp out of Alex.

"Mrrrr," came his smoldering hum as he pulled the dildo out with a wet squelch, shifting his grip towards its base, so that he could plunge it deep enough to experience those delightful furrows upon his sensitive lips.

His face scrunched, lips twitching, eyes half closed from the deep, tantalizing, fulfilling thrust. He pushed in the dildo in a slow, deliberate manner, his muscles tightening progressively the more its girth stretched Alex' insides. Halfway through, Alex held his breath to enjoy the full extent of the stimulation brought by the rapid tremors wracking his cunt. The tip prodded at his fleshy depths, poking at them, urging his muscles to contract around the toy, thin yelps accompanying the lewd experience.

Everything became much more intense when the ridges followed. The first set pressed against his lips, refusing to go in without a stronger push. Alex insisted, and it made it inside with a sudden, wet sound. So did the second and third set of ridges, those swollen formations sailing past his lips, tickling them in the most intimate and pleasurable of ways.

"Oh gods...." Alex said breathlessly, trying to get accustomed to the feeling of being stuffed up to the brim. He felt trapped on a ledge, teetering between a dull plane of existence and a deep, unfathomable one that promised infinite pleasure. This frail balance was what Alex tried to attain; keep himself on the edge, without going over it. Take it slow, so that he would cum harder than he ever did in his life.

He almost had it, if the searing jolt that traversed his spine didn't trigger his instinct of being bred with harder, more fulfilling strokes.

Without his consent, his hand pulled out the dildo, head tilting slightly to the side, pleasurable winces creeping past his fangs as the ridges came loose, coated with his glossy essence. Instead of waiting for the head of the dildo to emerge, Alex pushed it back in, hard enough for the furrows to get inside in one swift motion, an audible squelch suggesting the force of the thrust.

His jaw hung open, the euphoric feeling brought by that thrust enough to elicit a moan laden with desire from him. His legs sprawled further, and he pressed his tail against the bed, claws puncturing the sheets and the mattress for extra purchase.

More. He wanted more. His mind wanted it slow and steady, but his body had its own needs, governed by his instincts. And, right now, Alex surrendered completely to the blaze burning deep within him, doing everything in his power to flare it. That translated into increasingly faster and harder strokes, the momentum brought by them forcing pleasurable cries out of Alex.

"Ooooh! Oh...my...gosh. Ooooh," he murmured, his body rocking from the rapid pace of the faux mating.

His eyes absorbed the mesmerizing waves of motion summoned by the dildo. He noticed the way his canal stretched, the way his lips were forced to the sides by those meaty ridges. He listened to the wet sounds filling the creeping silence, and breathed in his thick miasma, heavy with pheromones.

He liked this. More than he cared to admit. Alex found it not only fascinating, but highly arousing to watch the dildo dip into him through scrunched eyes. One moment, his hand was filled by that lengthy, latex rod; the next, his pussy took it all in, leaving naught but the foot of the dildo.

As much as he wanted to witness his climax, Alex found it increasingly hard to focus on the stimuli received by all of his senses. Some, like sight and sounds, paled in comparison to the deep pleasure welling between his thighs. To fully focus on the latter, Alex snapped his mouth shut, hurling his head back, growling his bliss towards the ceiling.

Shlick, shlick, shlick, came the sounds of the dildo ramming into him, spearing through Alex' increasingly tighter muscles. Every fiber within his body turned taut in anticipation of his climax. Breathing became a laborious process. His focus slipped more and more, drowned by the winds of ecstasy sailing through his body.

The closer he got to his peak, the harder he fucked himself with the dildo. His wrist burned from exertion, his fingers felt numb, and the speed seemed unreal. Even his mind couldn't process such unfathomable euphoria, his head whirling like a tornado, bringing Alex on the verge of passing out.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrarrrrr!" he roared when he could no longer take it, his back arching, hips lurching into the dildo. In the same instant, his femcum sprayed out of him, the squirt so strong it pushed the dildo halfway out.

"Hrrrarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" his cry continued, Alex' voice only mellowing down when he had no more liquid lust to spurt in him.

As his orgasm subsided, his body felt utterly spent, drained, apart from the constant throbbing of his cunt. Those muscles constantly clenched around the dildo in a milking sort of fashion, keeping Alex in a constant state of arousal, light headed, almost high.

"Oh dear god..." Alex murmured, draping his palms over his face. Stars still speckled his vision, made bearable by the flight membranes covering his eyes. This had been the greatest orgasm he ever experienced, more intense and drawn-out than he ever expected. Even after five minutes, ripples still surged through his tense muscles, making them clench and wrap around the dildo. As long as that faux penis remained inside him, Alex would keep trickling rivulets of femcum, and therefore, get more and more fatigued.

That seemed like a great way to spend the day. Curled up in his bed, snarling and gasping every now and then, drifting among the blissful waves of his afterglow. One thing kept it from being absolutely perfect: his wetness. Now that it began to turn cold, the femcum he had spurted in quite the impressive amounts felt unpleasant upon contact with his scales. Shifting around only served to remind Alex that he still had the dildo in him, unusually erect. A male would have turned flaccid already, whereas this thing had as much stamina in it as Alex wanted.

Yeah, fuck it, not going for a third round, he thought, pulling the toy out of him in one quick tug. More fluids overflowed once the plug was removed, spilling onto the bedsheets, soaking into the mattress. Not only did he wet the bed spectacularly, but now, the whole room smelled of sex, a tart fragrance that had too much of a pungent touch to it.

"Downstairs it is," Alex mumbled to himself as he rolled out of the bed. He glimpsed a pair of jeans resting on the backrest of a chair. Put them on?

Nah. Walk around naked. That was what he was going to do. It felt delightfully taboo, to stroll around the house with a puffed up cunt, his inner thighs and tail base polished to a nice luster from the viscous fluids clinging to his scales.

On the way to the living room, Alex wondered how it would feel to a male to eat out his soppy pussy. Would turn the bastard crazy with lust, make him grow to full mast in a matter of three licks. Not even that. One whiff. Just one. That would be more than enough to give a male feral dragon the mother of all erection, the poor thing wobbling around, perhaps squeaking as his tool flailed back and forth, from side to side, banging against his haunches, slapping against his belly.

But that would make things weird between them. After all, Alex was a female, and male feral dragons were used to taking what they wanted. No, a female would definitely be the better choice. A leopard-sized, scaled beauty to keep him company, lick the mess off his crotch, purr in his embrace. Perfect already.

"Okay," Alex said, falling straight into the sofa and pulling a pillow over his nakedness to warm himself up. "So we need a feral female dragon delivered to the garden. She is going to be...navy colored," he decided, drawing inspiration from the threading that lined his pillow, "with golden eyes, leaf-shaped tail tip, fins and webbed spines that are so delicate to the touch she can easily orgasm from the persistent rubs I'm going to give her. She's feral, so she won't be able to speak, but intelligence shines within her stark, cat-like pupils. Sums it up, I'd say."

Now that he had a vague idea about what he wanted, Alex closed his eyes and focused on the outline of his dragoness. Being the closet furry--or more appropriately named, scaly--that he was, Alex had seen thousands upon thousands of ferals drawn by a plethora of wonderful artists. In a matter of seconds, he had the perfect size and shape in mind for his dragoness, and all she needed to be brought into existence was a bit of willpower channeled into her ethereal form to give her shape.

Soft trills creeped into existence, mixed with the occasional growl and throaty rumble, sounds characteristic to a feral dragon. Alex shivered at first, suddenly apprehensive. He actually imagined a live being into existence! That was big, very big, and equally scary.

Well, what can it do to me? If worst comes to worst, I'll barricade myself in my cabin. She'll be the size of a leopard anyway.

His thoughts proved to be more than accurate. Outside, to the side of the entrance, a navy colored dragoness rolled onto a patch of tall grass, warbling her delight as the sun's warm rays caressed her supple thighs and light blue stomach.

Alex froze in place, his heart lodging into his throat. His fists clenched and relaxed, his tail kept swerving from side to side, and his jaws trembled in failed attempts to produce a name for her, or to at least say something.

Instead of speaking, Alex inspected his companion, obviously female. Her tail lay sprawled over the ground, giving Alex a good look at the diaphanous, leaf-shaped tail tip, and at the dainty crevice splitting the scales between her legs. If that wasn't enough to convince him, the dragoness' voice surely did, her crooning soft and melodious, like the gentle murmur of a flowing river.

Knots unraveled within Alex' muscles while he stared at her. Allerya was the embodiment of perfection, a lithe beauty who squirmed from side to side, kicking her paws at the air, batting her wings against the ground, enjoying herself in the simplest of ways. Her limbs and torso had a lanky build, her paws equipped with thin, long toes, the silvery claws captivating Alex. That wasn't something he thought about, yet here they were, beautiful as ever!

His awe grew when he noticed the faded, silvery edges contouring her perked fins and the webbing that united the spines covering her back, all the way to the tip of her tail. The underside of her jaw, her chest and inner haunches bore a lighter hue, similar to the nuance of her webbing and wing membranes. Even her feet boasted that specific shade, adding to the allure of this wonderful creature.

Excitement quickly washed away Alex' reluctance, his steps carrying him closer to his companion. Allerya sensed him coming--or smelled him--for she immediately rolled onto her belly, her neck arched inwards in an S shape, fins tucked, tail curled around her body.

"Irrrr?" She trilled, her golden eyes fixated on Alex' crotch. She began licking her muzzle with that small, pink tongue of hers, trudging forward, unable to keep her curiosity in check.

That was his girl!

Alex crouched, arms and wings spread to receive the cutie, showing her that she had no reason to fear him.

"Come here sweetie. Don't be shy, Allerya. We're both dragonesses, aren't we? You have your cunt, I have my own."

That was such a silly thing to say to a feral dragon, especially to one whose gaze seemed to absorb Alex' swollen folds. Allerya tilted her head to the side, made a low sound that vaguely resembled a snort, and slowly pushed herself onto her fours, her fins unfolded, her webbed crest erect, hinting at both wariness and enthusiasm.

Alex kept flicking his wrist, signaling her to approach, urging her on with sweet words. But feral dragons were called 'feral' for a reason, and something caught Allerya's interest more than the promise of a hug. She hurtled towards Alex like an arrow, dipping her head under him, pressing her snout against Alex' sex and plunging her tongue so deep into him Alex crashed onto his back.

Allerya released a sharp yelp, backing away, tongue darting across her flared nostrils. Instead of waiting for her turn to approach Alex, the dragoness tried her chance at a second flurry of licks over Alex' crotch, but he managed to catch her head between his hands.

"Rrrrrarr rrrrrrrrr," the dragoness kept crying.

Alex held her in place in spite of her panicked squawks and wriggling.

"Shhh, we're friends. We're friends Allerya." To translate his words into a physical format, Alex made sure to kiss the tip of her snout, adding in a lick or two for good measure.

It felt wrong, and weird, and downright magical, to lick a feral dragon. Humans expressed their affection through kisses and the caress of their hands, but dragons...well, dragons found the wet, soothing touch of a tongue irresistible and irreplaceable.

It helped that her scales bore the faint traces of Alex' feminine musk, smeared by her tongue all over her muzzle. Allerya, however, had her own fragrance; earthy, with a very subtle salty touch, quite strange for a female. Alex had expected her to taste sweet, just like her personality, but he couldn't complain, not when his instincts helped him calm Allerya down more efficiently than he deemed possible. Seems this fascinating creature had a great many surprises to her.

"Awwwrrrr," she mewled as Alex' fingertips hovered to her fins, rubbing them with slow, delicate strokes. The dragoness brought her haunches forward, so that she could sit on them and free her forepaws. She latched her toes around Alex' shoulders, the leverage allowing her to drench Alex' face with her affection.

This is what he missed while masturbating in his bed. This is what he had been craving for all along; the touch of another being, the mild hum rippling through Allerya's neck, those hard, persistent nudges on his chest.

Wait, what?

Alex grabbed her silver-colored horns, quirking his eye ridges at Allerya's persistence to get him to lie flat on his back. Or maybe this was just a game, a show of strength between two companions. In that case, Alex brought his knees under him, shifted on top of them to tower above Allerya, and used his superior strength to hurl Allerya on her back.

"Bet you didn't expect that, you blue little..." Alex trailed off. His jaw remained slack, his maw wide open. An electrifying jolt shook his frame, shock seizing Alex' heart. For some reason, Allerya remained limp as well, staring at Alex with an equally puzzled gaze.

"Meep?"

It was obvious. So obvious. How comes he hadn't seen it before?

"You're a...you're a..a...a m--male," Alex stuttered, and Allerya crooned her--his agreement. How? Why? He looked positively scrawny for a male! He had a high pitched voice, uncharacteristic to put it mildly, and released too soft sounds! And now, when confronted with his predicament, all Alex could do was stare at his tapered member, pink and alien, the tip squirming back and forth like some...some...whatever, obviously prehensile.

Okay, okay, okay, Alex repeated the mantra within his mind, closing his eyes for a brief moment, shutting himself from the world. He was a male. Allerya was a male. Not his fault. Something must've influenced Alex' thoughts when he conceived her, leading to this unexpected turn of events.

Besides, he was still a feral dragon, right? He would fulfill the same role as a female, that of a dear companion that would....

Fuck me,_realization struck Alex. _All this bastard wants is to get inside me.

Allerya--or Allerian, as Alex ought to call him from now on--had a penis very similar in looks to that of an aquatic mammal, like orcas. Smooth, damp, and about ten inches long, his fleshy tool grew in thickness towards the base, where his slit stretched to accommodate his girth, the moist, fleshy insides painfully visible to the naked eye. Only the first quarter of his shaft seemed prehensile, namely the tip, three quarters of that meat mostly rigid, though still capable of swinging upwards under the might of his throbs.

Alex didn't ask for a male. The prospect of Allerian going feral on him seized his stomach in an iron grip, upsetting it, making it churn with nerves. But at the same time, he couldn't just go inside the house and abandon him here. He looked so cute and innocent. Maybe lust fogged his mind, just like it had addled Alex' mind.

In the end, Allerian made the choice in Alex' stead. Noticing his reluctance, the dragon used the moment of respite to sneak under Alex bury his snout into Alex' cunt, thrusting his tongue so deep pleasure paralyzed Alex' body.

"Ghaaah!" Alex cried out, a wave of sheer ecstasy sweeping through him, pushing away every rational thought from his mind, flaring his instinct to breed. A perverse yearning took hold of him, his tail lifting out of its own accord, giving Allerian's frenzied tongue even more room to play around his cunt.

"Back...back off," Alex said. More a whimper than a command. Not even he didn't take himself seriously. Then again, if you were a female dragoness and had a male feral dragon tend to your most sensitive of areas with such hungry strokes, you wouldn't be able to refuse his offer outright, no matter how odd and sudden it seemed.

Allerian's lust failed to stop there. He had been hard for several minutes by now and, although small in stature, he compensated for his diminished size in raw instinct. When the male pushed his soggy snout back, Alex assumed it was over; that the dragon only wanted to sate his curiosity.

He couldn't be more wrong.

"Mrarrrrk," Allerian growled, shifting his weight from his forelimbs, to his hindquarters, and back to his fores, twisting his serpentine neck around, uncertain of how to proceed. Alex should have used that window to run inside the cabin, but pleasure dulled his senses. It clouded his judgment, rooted him in place, his own body plotting against him.

He gasped and yowled when Allerian finally made his move. He simply pounced on Alex, bringing him down, his belly exposed to the dragon's whims. Rather than take his prize then and there, Allerian cooed playfully, bathing Alex' face with a series of licks, his dexterous tongue travelling further down his belly, between his legs, pushing through Alex' swollen, ready vent. Alex scowled, snarling and beating his wings in protest while his thighs spread with obvious intent. His mind reeled at the prospect of being taken by a feral like a slut, but on the other hand, his female body craved for a dragon--a real dragon, to be inside her, to fill her to the brim with his seed.

Allerian couldn't do that. Not from this position. He feigned a few thrusts, eying the angle of his body, as well as Alex' position. Realizing the futility of his actions, the dragon began tapping his paw against Alex' side, licking and nuzzling his shoulder, encouraging him to switch onto all fours and surrender his ass and cunt to him.

Alex sternly refused to submit to the dragon's whims. He ought to have slapped, maybe even punched the bastard in the snout for his insolence. He had the strength, and he had the skills to do that.

Allerian, however, had instinct. He knew that, in order to mellow down a female, he'd have to distribute his attention between her face, neck, and sex, showing her his resolute desire to mate while also making Alex feel wanted, desired, perhaps even loved.

A small, uncertain smile appeared on Alex' lips. Allerian's squawks and thin growls were too sweet, his tongue much too gentle, his member too hard to deny him this. The poor male was downright desperate to mate, resorting to a very cute and effective way of begging.

How could Alex, the one who brought him into existence, refuse? Guided by instinct and lust in equal measure, he switched onto his fours, laying in the doggy style position that Allerian wanted all along.

This time around, Allerian didn't pounce Alex. First, he gave Alex a few reassuring licks on his snout and cheek, a deep hum vibrating within his throat, laden with pent-up desire. Then, he clambered on Alex' back, the fine scales covering his belly gently scratching Alex' wing joints, producing those overwhelming tingles that had gotten him wet in no time before the dildo session. For good measure, Allerian supplemented that with a few tongue strokes, knowing exactly where to lick for maximum effect.

A lewd gasp erupted from Alex' maw, giving Allerian leave to wrap his forepaws around Alex' chest, keeping his paws intertwined so that his claws didn't disturb the female. His tail curled around Alex', gripping him in a tight and wild embrace, keeping it to the side, so that his cunt was ripe for the taking.

Allerian's haunches aligned with Alex', grinding against them as the male wobbled around in search of a good angle to stick it in. The almost comical moment made Alex chuckle, but when Allerian's swirling tip finally found its mark, laughter turned into a hoarse, drawn-out roar, his girth filling Alex in one mighty stroke.

Their joined bodies quaked. Alex clawed at the ground for purchase, breath frozen in his throat, his lips thrust up to uncover his glistening fangs. A menacing hiss crept through them, warning the male to take it slower and definitely softer.

"Meeep mrrrrrrrrrrk," Allerian tried to soothe Alex, licking at his nape while he remained lodged inside him.

Out! I want you out, you bastard! Alex wanted to say, but Allerian was far too thick, his squirming tip far too nimble to let Alex speak. It poked and prodded at his innermost sanctuary, causing Alex' tunnel to clench and relax rapidly around him, the swift motions flooding Alex' head with pleasure unlike which he had never dreamed of.

The sheer stimulation summoned by that wiggly, prehensile appendage brought Alex closer to his orgasm than he expected. Unlike the dildo, Allerian was a living, breathing dragon, his cock designed to pleasure a female to the point of passing out due to overwhelming bliss. His thick base had the sole purpose of stretching Alex out, of applying constant pressure to his vulnerable lips while his tapered head made all the work. Whether it flailed around with purpose or aimlessly, Alex couldn't tell, but he sure couldn't keep his moans and thinning growl in check.

Allerian also decided that he sat idle for too long. His wings spread, twitching in their sockets as the male pressed his haunches tighter against Alex' thighs. His tail evened out, pulling Alex' after it, laying in a perfect horizontal position, the tip slightly curled back. After his hind paws found proper footing, Allerian began thrusting in and out of Alex with abandon, mewling and squeaking his guts out.

If overwhelming euphoria didn't keep Alex' eyes squeezed shut, or his throat muscles clamped tight, he would have exploded into a bout of laughter. There was nothing majestic in the way Allerian bred him. His maddened strokes and frail balance had him wobbling from side to side like a leaf in the wind, his wings and tail being his saving grace. Without them, the poor, horny thing would have fallen off a long time ago, but this was not the case. After the first few plunges into Alex' moist, seething canal, Allerian surrendered to the thrill of mating, unable to stop even if somebody hit him across the back of his head with a baseball bat.

He wasn't a gallant dragon, intent on giving Alex a great time. Nor did he take it slow and steady to enjoy himself. Allerian simply bred Alex like there was no tomorrow, his hips pumping at Alex' ass with uncanny speed. He must've been new to this, the allure of pussy too much for him to resist.

Things suddenly clicked in Alex' mind. This wasn't a perverted dragon, hell-bent on spilling his seed inside Alex, but a vastly inexperienced one, more than perplexed about their encounter. When Alex failed to take the lead, he took on that role, and, given that Alex' cunt was moist and puffy from his earlier masturbating sessions...

"Hnngghhh. Hhhhhhhhraaaaaaaaaarghhhhhhhh," Alex cried out through gritted teeth, his control slipping. Unlike males, female dragonesses had no limit to the orgasms they could experience, and being assaulted by the throbbing, squirming cock of a virgin dragon matched Alex' description of an exotic encounter perfectly.

Allerian, self-conscious about his looming climax, tried to get his female to cum before him by nuzzling and nibbling on Alex' wing joints, but his touches sent a mere spark through Alex' wings, whereas his frenzied thrusts stoked a blaze that threatened to consume Alex.

He knew Allerian was close when the drake began clawing at his rump with a hind paw. That was right. The bastard actually believed one hind leg was enough to support his weight. He somehow managed for several fleeting heartbeats, but when he finally shot his head towards the sky to whimper his release, the fool actually tried to clamber on top of Alex' back.

They both collapsed on their side, limp, their muzzles wrinkled, their features contorted. Allerian clung onto Alex' back with everything he had, his body frozen but for his swirling, tapered tip. It kept wriggling around while his cock swelled with seed, prodding and poking at Alex' over-sensitive walls.

Alex sucked in a deep breath....

And roared so loud he jolted in place from his earsplitting cry. Multicolored stars flooded his vision, just as Allerian's warmth filled him in short, rapid, too strong spurts. The male's hips bucked every now and then, even though their shuddering slits rubbed against each other, Alex' vulva throbbing and pulsating from his intense orgasm, and Allerian's slit muscles contracting and relaxing to allow his seed to flow straight into Alex' cunt.

Such overpowering sensation! It stole Alex' senses, the wave of high so intense he forgot where he was, and what he was doing. All he knew was that the longer he held his breath in his chest and his jaws clenched, the euphoria would only climb higher and higher. All he felt were the rhythmical throbs of Allerian's cock, shooting scalding seed against his walls, each of them bringing about blissful spasms through Alex' tunnel.

By all the gods in existence, but did it feel great to be a female and have a dragon cum inside you! Allerian's lances of thick, fertile seed splattered into Alex' depths with a force three times stronger than his thrusts, and their warmth kept Alex trapped in that realm of pure, unaltered pleasure. Nothing else mattered to him, other than the intoxicating sensation of a male unloading his essence into his cunt.

Even after Allerian finished and pulled out of Alex, he found it impossible to move, speak, or twitch a lip.

He didn't feel numb. Not by a far shot. More like...deeply satisfied, as if he just fulfilled the greatest purpose of his life.

Allerian trilled in utter glee, prancing around Alex, showering his mate with his affection by pawing, licking, nuzzling, and rubbing his snout against Alex', swift as quicksilver. When Alex refused to budge, the drake settled next to him, covering Alex with a wing and directing his head to his neck, their bellies pressed against one another, his haunch draped over Alex' joined thighs.

Allerian might have been a feral dragon, but very few people hugged their loved ones so passionately after they had sex. Mystifying warmth flowed through Alex' veins, more intense than the deposit Allerian made down between his legs. It made his scales tingle, and his muscles relax to their fullest.

What was this strange sensation? Where did it come from? Try as he might to decipher its meaning, Alex couldn't, so instead, he just grinned under the cover of Allerian's wing, feeling strangely content with how this one played out.

** ***End of Chapter 2*****

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