Encounter with a Human, Pt 6
Aspis sat on his pallet dressed only in his thong. In fact, he liked the thong so much that he had three others in the same style made. He was wearing a red leather thong (jock strap) that accentuated his particular package. He actually loved it, it made him slutty while it provided air to his butt.
Aspis had recently figured out changing into a half dragon, half human form. He had a sheath, and a scrotal sack, a head that looked like his dragon form, and a long, slender, sinous tail. His feet were plantigrade, and his body was covered in forest green scales. Aspis loved his transformation to a half form, he enjoyed that his half form had formed quite the feminine qualities: like a bubble butt and softened form. It's been three weeks now, and he spent the last three weeks working in the stables and learning how to read and write human.
At least he could count. But his new "Master" wanted to teach him how to multiply and divide numbers. Aspis sighed, he did everything he could to send signals of attraction to his beautiful Master. However, he ignored them. He would suddenly have to bend over, nothing. He would wiggle his butt, nothing. He would wink and smile at him, nothing. He sighed again, all he wanted to do was . . .
"Amos?" a knock on the door.
"Yes, Master?" Aspis quickly snapped his fingers and seemingly became human through magic.
"Amos, I need you to run an errand for me to the captain of the guard, make sure you wear something concealing, okay?"
Aspis grumbled and threw on a tunic. At least his Master allows him to just wear the thong, the rest of the village, well he didn't want to test the rest of the village even though the villagers often wore a loin cloth during the summer when working in the fields. When he went outside, he was remembered of the dream he was trying to forget, but the look of the Church always reminded him. The errand was the delivery of a letter.
The captain of the guard was a gruff person who was patrolling the city gate. He had a veteran's face, a face like stone. He had the eyes of a person who had more experience. He also wore chainmail armor, especially a chain coif. When Aspis arrived, the guard tried to avert his eyes since he found the boy's feminine-like shape so entrancing. "Hello, Amos," he said.
"Hello, Captain, I was told to deliver you this," Amos said, handing him the letter. Amos was Aspis' alter-ego.
The captain choked, and then coughed. "That's all well and good Amos, off to your Master with ye," said the captain of the guard.
Amos smiled and skipped his 14 year old human frame back to Dyson's. When he got back, he removed his tunic and his shoes. He wondered if his teacher was a wizard of some kind. Still, he liked the work. He loved being able to serve his master, and soon he hoped to serve him intimately. He reported that he delivered the letter.
"Master, I delivered the letter," he said gleefully.
"Very good, tomorrow we will go over Division," said Dyson. When he left, Dyson only shook his head. It was getting close to harvest time, meaning that the winter was coming on. He sat back and checked to see if Amos was in the room. finding that the room was empty, Dyson went to a collumn side the fireplace and pulled down the candlestick. The collumn opened up to reveal an elevator of some kind. He stepped in, made sure his robes were pulled in, and reset the candlestick. The collumn closed.
Amos walked into the room and found only the fire. Dyson was gone. "Master?" he asked. Amos shrugged, "He's done it again."
Aspis was dreaming in his half-dragon form. He was dreaming deeply, as his cock had peaked over his leather loin cloth and was leaking precum. However there was some strange noises outside and Aspis awoke to find a great bird with arms and feet made of iron rise up in his window. Fire seemed to blow out of feet? under its body. He quickly opened the window to see the iron bird rise higher in the sky. Then suddenly the arms and feet converted and the shape converted into a more bird like form, and fire was now blowing out the rear. The bird gained speed and flew out of sight.
Aspis retreated to his bed and hid under the covers. He was frightened of the iron bird. What did he see? And would anyone ever believe him? He tried to return to sleep, and sleep he did. His favorite dream returned to him and in the morning he will be ejaculating his life giving seed.
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Dyson was flying in the iron bird. In fact, it was made of metals that were beyond the science of the medieval world below. In fact, the people below would call it an "Iron Bird." To Dyson, it was a convertable jet fighter. He was in the cockpit, testing the fighter. He wore a flight suit and everything.
Well, it seems that the Lemurian Crystal Matrix works after all, said Dyson. Thank God for your inspiration! "Yee-HAW!" he exclaimed. He was quite happy that he got the jet fighter to work. He turned it around to fly it back to his house and property. Ah, the first flight test was complete.
He converted the fighter back into it's hybrid mode, engaging it's Vertical Takeoff and Landing capability. He landed the craft in the pasture again. He powered down the jet, and finally left. He then covered the jet with a hologram to make it look like a huge pile of hay. Dyson walked back to his house. He looked up at the stars as if telling someone up there that he finally got it to work. A little tear left his eye.
I'll be with you, my little Anne, he thought. _And you, Katrina, and you Lia. _ He walked back, dressed in his flightsuit. He will be going to bed tomorrow and he will be giving the 14 year old Amos another lesson in long division. And no doubt, he will be trying to get him to have sex with him.
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Aspis sat down to breakfast, in his magical disguise as a human. He was wondering what the iron bird was all about as Dyson served him ham and eggs and hasbrowns with apples. He wanted to bring it up to his teacher, but he was lost in thought.
Dyson was smiling as he served the ham and eggs. He was quite pleased that everthing was a success. He was humming to himself.
Aspis, as Amos said, "You know what this place needs? Female touch!"
"Hmm?" asked Dyson. "What makes you say that?"
"Well, you could use some female help around here," said Amos. "I've got a sister or two that will think that the place needs sprucing up."
"Is that so?" asked Dyson. "I don't think I'll be able to take on another pupil . . ."
"Are you kidding?" said Amos. "Look at this place, it's like a dump."
"Oh, I guess your right," said Dyson. He was thinking of his three wives at his home and he was unable to rejoin them. "I guess the place needs feminine attention. When can you get your sister?"
"You mean I can?!" Amos got up and hugged Dyson. Dyson was taken aback, by surprise, by the hug. But for Amos, it wasn't a hug of affection, it was a hug of love. For the first time since he fainted, he got to touch Dyson. It was the most blissful thing in his life.
"Are you ready to go?" asked Dyson.
"I can go immediately!" Amos released him, finished his food, and bounded outside. Dyson wondered at the hug. What the hug was all about?
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Aspis' heart was so giddy that he felt he could float on air. But he walked passed the western gate of Coventry Village and into the forested wilderness. There, in the cover of the bushes, he stripped naked. There was nothing much to take off, just his shoes and his jockstrap thong. After he removed these articles, he just needed to transform back into a dragon and take off.
After the excrutiating process of transforming back into a dragon, Aspis lept into the air and spread his wings, and almost instinctively he flapped his wings. After a few practice of catching himself he began to soar like the eagle. What was ironic was that Aspis didn't realize he was flying until he got back to his cave.