Floating Down the River Dragon
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A man sat on his bed, pulling on a pair of socks, light streaming through the windows. His name was Taylor and he was 6 and a half-foot with chocolate brown skin, black hair, and brown eyes. He had on an dark blue three-piece suit. He was going out that day, having received an invitation for river ride from an Internet page connected to his favorite site.
The site was Yiffstar.com, and he used it more than anything else. Although he wasn't an artist, he loved the artwork, especially dragon artwork. His favorite picture was 'Dragoness Mating Season", where a - in his mind - lucky human was pulled in by three female dragonesses. Every chance he got, he would get on his computer and stroke himself to climax, imagining himself in Jack's position. Every time he did so, he was in heaven.
One night, three weeks ago, Taylor had seen a flashing advertisement for a site for dragon lovers. He had clicked on the advertisement and was brought to a page with the time and date for a week long ride down the Fafnir River in a ship with other dragon lovers owned by the site runners. It had read that joining and such would be explained in full on the ride. He had immediately accepted and began planning for that day.
Finally the day had come for the ride. He was shaking, but in excitement. He had research the group - Dragon Love - and found it to be legitimate. It wasn't just a joke by someone who hated dragons, so no worries about embarrassment. He got in his car and began driving down to the docks, trying not to hit anyone. He had been in love with dragons since his birth and now he got the chance to talk about them with others.
This reminded him of something else the Internet page had said. It had read, in big colorful letters "INTERACT WITH REAL DRAGONS!" He was more than a little skeptical. As much as he or others wished they were real, they didn't really exist. He wondered what they would do to prove this claim correct. His thoughts were pushed into the back of his mind when he saw the ship. "Whoa." was his only thought.
The ship was aptly named the "Water Dragon." The ship was large, but sleek enough to fit in the large river. It had multiple levels for sleeping, swimming, eating, and many other things. It was a pretty gold all the way around; its sides looking like dragon scales. Taylor left his car with the valet and walked to the dock. A pair of dragons- "That is, people in dragon suits." Taylor mumbled- were waiting in tuxedos cut to fit their tails and wings. Their colors were brown and green. The green one spoke out in a deep but pleasant voice, asking for Taylor's name. He gave it and the dragon waved him aboard, wishing him a good trip and giving him his room number: 89. The brown one stuck out his 'clawed' hand with a key and his other hand to shake. Taylor shook it after a second's hesitation.
Taylor compared what he had imagined dragon scales to feel like with what he had just felt as he walked aboard. He had expected dry, muscled hands that rustled as they moved. The hands were dry and muscled, but so smooth that they felt wet. Also, there was an inner warmth; much more than any human could naturally produce. "Probably just the heat from standing outside all this time." He said to himself. "But they haven't been out here that long. How strange..." He brushed off the thought as he headed towards his room. As he walked, he saw some waiters, waitresses, and other passengers all in dragon suits. There were as many suit colors as you could imagine. He saw a purple dragon with a red dragoness on his arm and a pretty white dragoness by herself in a sparkling black dress that accented her scales. She must be seven and a half feet tall! Taylor thought. He found himself getting hard at the sight of such a dragoness. He realized he was staring, so he prized his gaze away and continued looking elsewhere. He saw normal humans here and there, some looking around in wonder, others walking nonchalantly.
He found his room and went inside. The room was luxuriously furnished with plenty of room. There was a wardrobe in the corner, a bathroom, a kitchen with a fridge and stove, and a double queen sized bed with lovely sheets. Leaning against one wall was a body mirror a few feet taller than Taylor. The door was separated from the other rooms by a wall for privacy. Taylor dropped off his suitcase on the bed and took a look in the wardrobe. Inside, he saw the same clothing the dragons had been wearing, with the holes in the back for the tail and wings. "What do they expect me to do with these?" he wondered aloud. He pushed the cloths to the back of the wardrobe and hung his own cloths where they had been. He stored his suitcase underneath his bed and exited the room, snagging a nearby dragon waiter. He looked up at the orange muzzle as he asked, "Excuse me, but what is offered on this ride?"
The dragon answered politely "Well, sir, we have a pool on that end, shuffleboard on that end, and everything from a library to a dance club - complete with a bar - in between." Taylor thanked him and allowed him to go along his way. Taylor set off to find the library, being the half the bookworm his father had been. Along his way, he thought about how the head of the costume moved with the person's mouth, as if it were real. The inside of the mouth had been very life-like as well. Taylor's thoughts ceased when he reached the giant library.
The library was run by a gray dragon with glasses perched upon his muzzle. Taylor asked for a specific book and the librarian opened his wings and took off so smoothly, Taylor couldn't even see the strings attached. Taylor received his book and sat down in a comfy library chair. He stayed there until it began to get dark. He got up and moved to the dance floor, planning only to stay a few minutes and leave. He opened the doors to see was seemed to be everyone on the boat dancing or sitting and drinking. Even the waiters were there, dancing, sitting, drinking, or just waiting.
Taylor went to the end of the bar and sat down and got a drink from the dark golden bartender. His drink was something called Dragonsmead, 'guaranteed to put fire in your belly and give you a whole new outlook on life.' When he went to pay, the bartender held up a hand and shook his head. "You don't need to pay sir. Just enjoy yourself." Taylor shrugged and nodded, grabbing his drink and turning to watch the dancers.
After a while, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see the white dragoness. "May I take this seat?" came a beautifully questioning voice. Taylor could only nod because his jaw had dropped and his cock had begun to rise. This was almost too much for Taylor. Instead of introducing himself, he could only stare and think how wonderful the dragoness looked in her dress, breasts tantalizingly outlined against the fabric. She sat down, moving her tail out of the way and looking back at Taylor who quickly shut his gaping mouth. Again the beautiful voice floated from the dragoness' mouth. "Hi. My name's Tasha. What's yours?" Taylor mumbled his own in return, shaking Tasha's proffered hand and kissing it like a gentleman.
In doing so, he missed the sigh of contentment from Tasha and the slow nod from the bartender. Taylor breathed in deeply, bringing in the scent of flowers with just a hint of something else, something foreign. Taylor and Tasha talked for an hour, exchanging life stories, then they moved out onto the dance floor. Taylor had become so comfortable around Tasha and her around him that he put his head on her chest while she put her head on his for a slow dance. "If only this boat ride wasn't so short," Taylor thought wistfully. They held hands and danced like mad creatures for the quick dances and, after about two hours, they both went back to Taylor's room. Taylor and Tasha had fallen in love, never to come back for anyone else.
As Taylor entered the room, he felt a slight tingling throughout his body, but he ignored it. He and Tasha sat on the bed, her scaled hands in his, their eyes locked. Before they got much farther, they heard a knock at the door. Taylor got up to get it and, upon opening the door, he found another dragoness, this one red, at the door. She opened her mouth to say something, but Tasha called out from the bedroom. "We're fine here. We don't need anything." The red dragoness listened to Tasha, then nodded and left.
Taylor stood with the door wide open until Tasha's white-scaled arm reached around and closed it. Taylor turned around to ask her what that was all about to find that Tasha had stripped naked. His mouth almost dropped to the floor in surprise as he stared at her wonderful body, her blue belly scales stunning. Before he could say a word, Tasha put a finger to his lips. "Don't ask. It's better if I just show you." She giggled and drug him back to his room where she promptly began to strip him. Only later did he notice that his clothes were tight against his body. Tasha finally removed his last article of clothing, looking over Taylor's body. He looked at himself and realized he had grown. His head was about the same height as Tasha's and on his fingertips, he saw blue scales. Not only had he grown, but he had gained muscle, too.
Tasha hugged Taylor and pushed him into a sitting position on the bed. She bent her head forward and kissed him deeply. He pushed himself into the kiss, his mouth opening to accept her tongue, which wrapped around his. She broke off the kiss and knelt before him. Taylor noticed that his hardon was bigger than it had been before. It had been as long as his hand and small enough to fit in one hand. Now, it was one and a half times its previous size as were his balls, which churned with semen. He only had a few seconds to marvel over it before it was engulfed by Tasha's mouth. She wrapped her tongue around it and pulled it into her mouth, teasing it lightly with her teeth. Once it was there, she began sucking lightly, tasting his salty precum.
It was all Taylor could do to not come then and there. Tasha's mouth was so warm and her ministrations so experienced that Taylor wondered if she hadn't done this before. Also, he lost all thoughts of the dragons being people in costumes. He now knew they were all too real, and he had a female sucking his cock. He began to feel the tingling feeling again, but much stronger than before and on the inside only. Taylor could only moan as Tasha enjoyed her treat. He closed his eyes and basked in the sensations he was receiving. Taylor could feel his body moving something inside, but he felt no pain. All he felt were the almost unbearably pleasure of Tasha and the tingling.
After his body stopped moving, he grunted and came into Tasha's mouth. She drank every last drop, licking his head as she pulled off his enlarged cock. She stroked his sack, which barely contained two tennis-ball-like shapes in a now white scale covered sack. Taylor's entire body was covered in deep blue scales except for his stomach, which was covered in white. He had lost all his hair except for that on his head, which had grown down his back and turned silvery blue. Taylor took all this in as he looked at himself in the wall mirror. Tasha allowed him to admire himself in the mirror for a few minutes before she pushed him down onto the bed and straddled his hips. Taylor looked up at her, one hairless eyeridge cocked. His new cock was lined up perfectly with Tasha's inviting femsex. Tasha smiled, showing all her teeth as she lowered herself onto Taylor's still hard cock.
Taylor moaned again as he felt another warm orifice envelope his cock. Tasha began to ride Taylor's cock, squeezing with her warm walls. Taylor began a countermotion, bucking when she came down and pulling when she went up. Tasha laid herself against Taylor's chest, hugging him to her as she rode him. He could feel the tingle a third time, on the outside only. Taylor managed to keep his eyes open as Tasha rode him. He felt his cock grow even bigger; it grew to the point that he almost had trouble moving inside her. Almost. He barely noticed that his face was pushing outwards and that he felt a tingling above his butt and on his shoulder blades. Taylor hilted himself with a roar, all thoughts being washed away in orgasmic pleasure, cumming into Tasha once more.
He could feel the changes come to an end as his climax subsided. He rose, carrying Tasha along with much ease. He looked into the mirror again to see what had occurred. All he could see was Tasha and a well-muscled, thick cocked, winged dragon with a silver mane down to where his wings attached to his shoulders. He raised his hand and looked over it until Tasha gripped it in her own. She kissed him again and he carried her back to the bed. The dragon couple lay down underneath the covers, holding close to each other.
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The next day, Taylor woke up as a human. For a minute, he wondered where he was. Then he felt something brush up against his back, causing him to turn around. He saw Tasha in all her draconic glory, and he thanked whatever gods existed that last night hadn't been a dream. Taylor got out of bed and looked at himself in the mirror. "But what happened? I was a dragon last night..." A voice from the bed broke him from his reverie.
"You have to will it, Taylor." Taylor looked back at Tasha, awake on the bed. "Your first night you return to being a human. You have to want to return to being a dragon. You can switch back and forth at any time. Most people like the dragon form, though. After your first transformation, you stay in the last form you picked, even after sleep. Try transforming now. It doesn't hurt."
Taylor closed his eyes and focused on his draconic form. When he felt a slight stretching, he opened his eyes to see his body growing. His tail and wings stretched out from his body and his skin turned to blue and white scales.
When the transformation was over, Taylor looked at himself again, relishing his new body. Then he remembered an important detail. "What about clothes?"
Tasha chuckled. "Aren't there clothes in the closet? Who do you think they're for? But before anything else happens, I want to ask you something." Taylor walked over and sat on the bed, moving his tail out of the way first. Tasha sat up and looked into his emerald eyes with her sapphire ones. "Usually how it works is the one who transforms you usually becomes your lifemate. But I didn't exactly like the one who transformed me. I do like you, though. So my question is: would you be willing to spend the rest of your life with me?"
Taylor's only answer was to take Tasha's hands in his own and kiss her deeply. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes. "I'd love to have you as my lifemate, Tasha. Just say when."
Tasha giggled and tapped Taylor on the nose. "Well, just in case, you have an entire week to pick someone else." Taylor opened his mouth to complain, but Tasha put a finger to his lips. She then pulled him into a hug and pulled him onto the bed next to her.
Throughout the rest of the week, Tasha and Taylor stuck together for everything. At the end of the boat ride, they walked off the boat together with their suitcases filled with new clothes for both. As Taylor left the dock, the first two dragons he saw shook his hand and welcomed him to the club. Taylor shook each of their hands and got his car from the valet. He opened the door for Tasha with a clawed hand, being careful of her wings. He loaded their bags into the trunk and got in next to his lifemate. Pushing a clawed footpad down on the pedal, he drove off home with a whole new outlook on life.