Dzarla Finally Gets Out
All these characters are mine so don't mess with them. As usuall this stroy contains dirty stuff so don't read if you don't like sexual themes. Story is property of me! (Otterwhiz!)
"So how was D&D last night!" Rosa asked enthusiastically.
Dzarla paced down the stone pathway through the trees, her footclaws making a noticeable taking on the hard ground.
"Well it was pretty interesting."
"Oh come on! You liked it a lot didn't you?"
"Ok..ok you were right. It was fun"
"See I knew you would love it! All of those fantasy novels you read and animes you watch. So did you think Tara was cute?"
"Oh my God! You dirty person! All you did while we gamed was ogle him like a horny puppy!"
Rosa just about collapsed with laughter.
"I was like asking you 'Oh my God! The orcs are killing me! What do I do!' and you just stared at him!" Dzarla giggled.
"Well I HAD to! He is just so hot! He he! I mean you have to admit it!"
"Mnnnn... I'm not really fond of humans that much, sorry."
"Oh I get it. Draconians are to good for us, huh?!", Rosa spoke in a sly way.
Dzarla ran her clawed hands through her bushy almond hair, coming to twirl the big purple ponytail that hung just before her left horn. Her hands always fiddled with that lock.
"No I'm not that that petty. I just don't find myself that interested in them. It's not that I'm stuck up...."
"Oh no! I know you're not. You're the nicest person I've known Dzarla, but you need to get out more. Spending all of your time reading books, playing computer roleplays... don't you ever get lonely?"
Dzarla put her hand in her skirt pocket. Due to the bent leg design on the Draconian body, they only could wear skirts or shorts. Like a few other species of creatures or morphs, they walked on the balls of their feet.
She looked up to the treetops upon hearing a mocking bird, just to get a glance at it.
"Yeah, sometimes... Well I should be grateful I have you as my friend, else I would have never left my room. I mean I never did in high school..."
"No prob! I know you just need to have a little fun once in a while. So did you find anyone attractive in the D&D group? Come on..."
"Uuuh," the green draconinan paused while Rosa badgered her.
"Come on! There has to have been one morph guy you thought was cute!"
"Actually I really didn't..."
"Oh my God, Dzarla! You're such a cold fish!"
"Yeah I know."
Rosa laughed and pushed at her massive wings.
"Besides, no guy is going to go for a draconian. I mean I can't even kiss! My snout is so big and long it's like a horse! Not to mention all the sharp teeth."
"Oh NO! Don't think like that! You really don't realize how pretty you really are!"
"Meeh, don't flatter me," she said in a kind manner.
"No really! Just your scales are such a verdant green and they got those little bits of indigo in them! Your trim and fit. Plus, your hair and eyes are so colorful, I mean a pinky human could never look so exotic."
"Yeah... EXOTIC," Dzarla rolled her eyes.
Rosa bent over, trying not to laugh so hard at her friend."
"No! he he No! I didn't mean it THAT way!"
Dzarla merely smiled as she waited for her friend to recover. Gasping for air, Rosa rose up again and wiped her eyes.
"You're so funny, Dz. That's another reason why you're so unique."
"Thanks."
The two friend continued down the stone sidewalk. The pigeons watched them eagerly from the old oak trees to see if they would leave any food. Dzarla and Rosa had been friends for the longest time. It started all the way back in middle school when the teacher paired them together since they were without any friends. Being a Draconian in the South was not the easiest thing. Although other creatures and morphs were common here, they were still regarded by the majority of bigoted Southerners as freaks of nature against God's will. A creature that gave reference to a "dragon" was even more disliked. All throughout school, Dzarla had known isolation and low self esteem. Plus, she was the only Draconian in her schools, which just left her with little other quarter that that of the safety of books and fantasy games. Although her friend Rosa had helped pull her through it and give her a healthy self respect, Dzarla had never really imagined herself looking attractive to others, only herself. After graduating, the two of them decided to go to college together. Rosa wanted to study Spanish heritage, Dzarla decided to major in computer game design and minor in art. The both of them were now attending the College of Charleston, SC. Dzarla loved the old city, but she never really got out to fully experience it.
Rosa took a stab.
"You know, Tara and some of his D&D buddies are going to a party this Friday..."
"Oh."
"Yeah... Well I know you don't really think of yourself as attreactive, but some of these underground culture people are not at all racist like the ones you knew back home. Plus, a lot of them are into fantasy.."
"Oh no, this isn't one of your 'get Dz to socialize parties'! I seem to remember the other ones we went to. A bunch of drunken, loud guys all talking about crude sex jokes."
"Oh no! This one is different!"
"Yeah like the last one where that guy was dared to French kiss a dog."
"Aahahaha! He he No! Really it is! He he! These guys are going to be having a movie party. They're going to watch the Lord of the Rings Trilogy. It will be really cool. They're like Goths and they have some creature friends as well that you may meet. They may even play some D&D."
Dzarla toyed with her purple ponytail again.
"Will there be any drinking?"
"Well... ok so they will be sooome drinking..."
"Some drinking?"
"Ok a lot of drinking. He he! But please trust me on this! These people are different! You'll have a great time!"
Dzarla tossed the idea in her head a bit. She was never one for parties. The constant drinking and the oppressive masculine nature not to mention the terrible music and people making out left and right, she wondered why this was the only way young people could socialize. It seemed so trivial. However, one with more fantasy-interested people would be at least slightly better, yet she doubted it. Nonetheless, Rosa was her closest (and only) friend. She figured she might as well do it for her.
"Ok you win. I'll go."
"Great! Oh you're going to love it, I promise!"
"Yeah, perhaps," she said half-heartedly.
"You know, Dzarla....."
"Yeah."
"You're a lot more attractive than you think. Um.. I think you should well..."
"Yes."
"You should try going without that bra of yours."
The idea made her a little nervous. Dzarla had always been insecure about anything doing with sexuality.
"I mean if you want to.. I just... well. I think you will notice that some guys actually would notice you if you did."
"If they do, isn't it all for the wrong reason?"
"Look, I know your definitely not casual! Well, I just want you to realize that you're more attractive than you think! I want you to feel good about how you look."
"But I do. You taught me to appreciate my own appearance."
"No I mean to others! Draconians are not the only kind of people who would find you interesting. I mean, I know you try to look beautiful and trust me you really do! But have you ever tried to look sexy?"
"Uhh... I'm really not the type for wearing all those skimpy clothes."
"But you don't have to! Just try going without a bra for a moment. Now I know that is way to suggestive for shy little you, but it is not at all 'slutty'. I mean, well... you can look as pretty as you want, but a little bit of naughty does wonders! Trust me, you'll get attention from guys, really!
Dzarla thought about it for a while. Was she ready for this?
"Dzarla, you're 21. You need to try and get someone."
The thought stuck hard with her. It felt like a splinter buried too deep to get out. She looked over at Rosa. This human had been her constant friend and had always attempted to do the best for her. She would never lead her in the wrong direction. But did she know if this was the right way to try and get relationships? She shook her head. Right or wrong, she needs to do something.
"You always win."
The sound of loud music could be heard down the old stone streets. As cars passed by in the night, the dragon walked down the street after her old friend dressed in some weird Hot Topic clothes. She had given in. She was doing it and now she was extremely nervous as they approached the old boarding house where the music raged from an open window.
Dzarla was wearing a wine skirt that went down to just above her knees. It was somewhat tight and made of a soft cotton. Already the skirt felt a little suggestive to her. Rosa had given her it as a present on Christmas long ago. She thought it was beautiful, but was too shy to wear it. However, that was not the thing she worried about the most. She wore a pink sweater she had bought later that week. It had a big ribbed neck turtleneck and cuffs, but the rest was rather thin and form fitting, allowing her braless chest to show through. Two little knobs poked out clearly in the darkened light. She shivered a bit.
"Were here! Are you ready!!!!"
Dzarla felt sick with apprehension.
"As ready as eve..."
"GREAT! Trust me you'll have fun!"
Racing up the old stairs, Rosa weaved in between the mass of youth all along the balconies of the old house. Being much more larger especially with her wings, Dzarla struggled through the people. May of them were strangely dark and gothic. She had never been to a party with this kind of people. Wild haircuts, tons of costume jewelry, piercings, and lots of black abounded. Yet there still was a few normal looking guys who seemed to have come with their friends just to get a drink. Most everyone was drinking. The goths had cigarettes to go with the alcohol. Finally, she got to the door, just in time to see Rosa playfully hugging Tara at the front.
"Hey there you are! Tara you remember Dzarla from the other day?"
"Yes of course," he said waving a hand holding both a glass of wine and a clove cigarette towards her. "So glad you could come. Let's step right in."
Almost shaking now, the nervous draconian walked inside to the sea of revelry.
Truly it was a party. There were crowds of people, lots of alcohol, and tons of guys yelling obscene things over the din. To add on to the chaos was the frightening goth, punks, cyber, and other such youth spreading a sense of foreboding and a massive stereo playing not some erotic hiphop tune but the most evil sounding goth metal she had ever heard. Rosa was a parakeet. She fluttered amongst the bats, introducing every single one to Dzarla. Yet she never paid attention to any of it.
Dzarla could not believe it. She saw many young, drunk boys all around her. Each one stared directly at her as she passed. She knew what they were looking at, yet it seemed too strange to be real. He blood ran cold with each gaze, it was terrifying. Yet at the same time she could not believe it was happening to her. She was attracting guys. Many were the goths, some were too young to bee here, almost all were drunk, some were morphs, some were complete creatures, none were draconian, some were even with their girlfriends at the time. Dzarla felt appalled at the display especially with the ones with girlfriends, yet the more appalling it was to her the more fascinated she was by it. The dragon became filled with shock when she realized the truth: this was arousing her.
"Ok all of you condemned denizens of the underworld!" Tara's voice suddenly boomed over the crowd as he suddenly turned the music off. Everyone began to shout and laugh. Drunken punks cursed at him, humorously.
"It has come time for our featured presentation!"
The mass cheered in response and proceeded to continue their revelry with only a handful moving to watch the movie. Trying to shake this situation out of her head, Dzarla paced over to the big TV. Alone and unable to find Rosa, she looked at the occupants of the seats around the TV. All of them were rather ominous looking. A few couples were making out. She saw a few humans walk by carrying their beers. They both looked at her chest, one snickered at her in a playful manner. Nervous of everything around her, she slumped down on the dirty couch next to the least frightening individual, a scruffy looking pudgy beaver morph. Morphs had it hard. They were the combination of humans with other creatures and you could expect to see them with a group of outcasts like these. This one had the ears, tail, feet, and legs of a beaver, yet the rest was just a chubby young human who seemed just as uncomfortable as she was. He wore an tan medieval shirt with big sleeves and brown ravish pants with even bigger sleeves. His hair was long and sandy and he wore a pair of glasses and a silver talisman around his neck. He even had slightly buckteeth to go with his body. Knowing that the two of them were equally uncomfortable in this mad atmosphere made Dzarla a little calmer.
Lord of the Rings was an awesome movie to Dzarla, but in this situation she had a hard time concentrating on it. All of the eyes on her... she even felt a few hands touch her wings. She was attracting guys for all the wrong reasons and she couldn't believe she was turned on by it. Trying to get it out of her head, she tried talking to the nervous morph beside her.
"D-Do you come here often?"
"Huh? What?"
"Have you been to parties before?"
"N-No this is my first time," he said nervously.
Silence.
"Are you having fun?"
"Aaah... uh kind of."
"Yeah same here, heheh."
More silence.
"So do you like fantasy?"
"Oh um yeah! A whole lot.... Heh I thought there was going to be some D&D here."
"Yeah me to! I just played for the first time this week."
"Oh really? Well um I've been playing for 5 years now. Heh I'm pretty good I guess."
Dzarla couldn't help but notice how he glanced at her chest. Even this seemingly nice guy couldn't seem to keep his eyes off them.
"Well I uh like to DM, or want to.... But I don't have a lot of friends to play with...heh."
"Are you meeting any new friends here?"
"Ummmm.. uh not really. I don't really well like such large parties."
"Yeah, me neither..."
Yet more silence.
Dzarla tried to watch the movie a bit. It was late into the first film already. After a while she got up the nerve to look back over at the little beaver morph. Through the corner of her eye, she could see that all his attention was on her. Not once did he let up, not even to notice her glancing back at him. Dzarla felt a rush at this and began to shake a little. Her arousal was so intense now. Unable to think, she gulped and moved her head closer to him.
"Would you like to touch them?" her voice was the quietest of whispers in his ear.
The poor morph's ear flicked for a second and he suddenly jumped with shock. His eyes filled with all of the wild emotions the surprise had brought upon him. They were as wide as dinner plates. At first he seemed very fearful, but he gulped and carefully nodded his head. Still he failed to move or make any action. In the dark light she carefully reached for his hand. He suddenly came to life from his stupor and with sweat on his head, he let her guide him up under her sweater. Dzarla adjusted her weight a bit to face more towards him and rubbed her had over her sweater as he moved over her chest. The sensation of touch ripped through her with such a gush of pleasure she had to force herself from suddenly moaning. She couldn't believe she was doing this! Where was her dignity, her values? The beaver boy finally reached her chest. His clawless hands were so tender and soft. Her nipples quickly became hard as he touched one of them. Unsure what to do he just stroked his hand over one slowly, his whole body now shaking violently.
Dzarla's mouth dropped open and she began to pant softly. It was all so new to her. Apparently, it was to him as well. It suddenly felt so perfect. Thank God it was so dark in here. She gasped as she felt a wetness between her legs. She glanced over at her handler and couldn't take her eyes off him. The bulge in his pants... she was now the one who was staring.
Suddenly, his hand retracted. The draconian looked back at his face; it was one of fear. He must have been to shy to continue with all the people around. Yet she could tell he was having an experience he could have never imagined. The wetness grew and she felt he panties getting damp. She knew that this would be the wettest cum she had ever had and it would be in her skirt while surrounded by people. Still she was loving it.
"Have you ever been touched before?"
Even more terrified now, the beaver boy shook his head. Never. Dzarla was afraid he would bolt at that moment, but he didn't. She couldn't stop herself now. She had to do it.
Carefully her taloned hand moved over to him and slowly crept between his legs. He poor creature was so terrified. He shook violently, his body filled with fear and hormones. He couldn't believe such a thing was suddenly happening to him. He couldn't believe he was letting it happen to him. For the Dzarla, she felt the same way. Quietly she reached for the zipper and slowly pulled it open. And with only a short adjusting of his briefs, his swollen member flopped out into her hand. The beaver boy gasped suddenly. It caused the same shudder to rush through her as well. Here she was with a stranger's dick in her bare hand... what was happening? Gently she began to stroke it. It felt dirty in her smooth scaly paw and quickly it became sticky with precum. Her glossy palm was so smooth that the movement was slick and fast. It was so exhilarating that the poor youth could barely keep from moaning himself. His eyes rolled and his mouth gasped for air, he shook so bad. Dzarla could barely keep from suddenly rubbing herself. Just slightly, she pushed her bent feet on the floor, causing her to move slightly and her clothing to rub up against herself. She let out a whimper, feeling herself getting damper. Her hand grew more sticky by the moment. How had she come to be doing such an unsanitary thing. She felt the beaver boy grip on to the side of her shirt with one hand, his other clamped down hard on the textile of his pant leg. The rush of fluids inside her was so great she felt as if she was drowning. Her pace quickened as a euphoria set in. Where was she? What was she doing? The sound of the beaver boy panting brought her back to herself. It was just him and her, alone in the world. She felt so happy even if she may have completely lost all sense of her values or mind for that matter. She suddenly came up for air with a sudden gasp. The moisture between her legs gushed forth as she came more than she could ever remember. Her hand thrust hard down the wonderful thing in her hand and the beaver boy yelped. Semen shot out from between his legs in a white jet. Her hand quickly covered his head and she felt the rest of his massive load gush into her palm. She could even hear it. It was like a jet against her hand, the most wonderful feeling.
Dzarla shuddered with exhaustion and gasped for air. She overheard the beaver boy doing the same and it filled her with such a strong feeling for him, her nameless companion in depravity. Her wings awkwardly wrapped slightly around him, the couch providing somewhat of an obstruction. She lovingly rubbed her and over his side facing away from her as he gently fell back into her embrace. Then the draconian did something she would soon regret, she looked back up. As she came to her present situation she noticed that no one was watching the movie and everyone was looking at her and her pudgy little companion. The freaky punk girl sitting across from them had scooted off the couch. And anyone within a three foot radius had moved away. The faces, shock, disgust, amusement... terror suddenly ran through her body. What had she done?!
"Oh my God..."
With fear and terror pulsing through her, the draconian jolted up, knocking over the coffee table with her massive wing. She spun around and crashed into a pre-teen girl next to her who screamed out the terror already built up from going and drinking at her first party. The poor beaver morph was left alone on the couch, his sticky erection for all the world to see. He screamed and writhed, covering himself as quickly as he could. He looked around fanatically for the draconian girl only to see her bursting through the crowd and out the door. Dzarla's eyes were full of tears causing her to strike the railing and knock the breath out of her. She gasped and stumbled comically down the stairs, her right hand leaving a slimy trail of jizz on the railing. As she burst out the front gate, she could barely hear the sound of Rosa screaming out to her. She rounded the corner of the antique apartments and slunked into a garden shaded by massive live oaks. Coming to her senses, Dzarla dropped down onto an old stone bench sobbing bitterly over the sheer humiliation of it all. Her hand on her thigh left a gooey stain of semen on her skirt which was then added by the tiny wet drops of her tears. What had come over her? She must surely had ruined any chance of a social life.
Rosa carefully made her way into the garden, pacing gently over to her distraught friend. In her mind, she couldn't believe what had happened. First she could never meet new people, let alone date anyone. Now she was just caught masturbating a total stranger in the middle of a party. Inside Rosa felt perhaps she shouldn't have encouraged her to go without her bra. All those lonely years in front of a computer, her drive must have been too much to take. What to say? Could there be anything? Rosa gently settled down next to her friend, wrapping her arms comfortingly around her. She ignored what the rest of the partygoers would think to see that the horny draconian was her friend. There they cuddled in the cool night accompanied by the sounds of distant music and passing traffic. After a while, Dzarla looked over at her friend. She could not help but smile at how she was now there for her. A little bit of comfort after such a shameful ordeal. Just then, the draconian noticed a figure moving into the garden area. Moving out into the light of the lamppost was the figure of the beaver morph. His face was red and shocked, his body was shaking and tears dribbled from his eyes. His glasses were foggy and he sniffled like a child, wiping his face on his tunic sleeve. At the sight before her, Dzarla was shocked as she suddenly let out a giggle. Surprise filled the beaver boy but only for a moment. After such a weird calamity, he suddenly found himself only able to laugh as well. Finally put at ease, Dzarla stood up and gently embraced the morph in her arms, her wings wrapping around him. Rosa could only smile. What a strange, weird night!
"At least you may have found a boyfriend!"