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I pushed open the door with a grunt, practically leaning against it as I shambled into the entryway. My shoes went airborne as they were kicked off, the black sneakers unceremoniously plopping onto the floor.

In my zombie-like state, I only barely remembered to shut the door behind me. Giving it a nudge with my foot, I shuffled my way into the main living room, tossing the keys in the key bowl on the kitchen counter. Rather than go to my bed like I ought to, I decided the journey down the hallway was too far a trek, especially with the sofa right there in front of me, oh so enticing for my broken-down body. I fell forward over the arm of the couch and let my face hit the middle cushion, my legs dangling off of the arm like a couple of stiff boards. With all the horrible physical effort out of the way, I could finally vocalize through the cushion the excruciating torture that I had suffered through the long, hard hours of the day.

"fffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck........."

Real poetic, aren't I?

Welcome to the life of humble 'ol Luther. That's me, by the way. Yep, that half-dead puddle of flesh lounging on the sofa, singing his blues out there for all the dust mites to hear.

Alright, maybe I'm being a little dramatic. But only a little! 12 hours working a freaking IT help center for an electronics store is not something that is easy to survive, especially if you don't even get a damn chair to sit in once in a while. 12 hours! I mean, jeez...

Anyway, that was my most recent story in the big episodic series that was my life. Not that it was a terrible life or anything, but I wasn't feeling particularly rosy at that point in time. Summing up the sheer willpower, I barely managed to claw my way up the sofa until I was actually laying on it like I was supposed to, my head managing to find the little pillow on the end. I sighed with content, the soft embrace of the pillow like a cloud straight from Heaven to carry me away from the droll of the everyday, right up to a lofty dreamland...

Unfortunately, that flight got delayed as I suddenly heard a thump on the screen door that lead to the back. "Nnngh..." was my retort, sending the Cloud Nine pillow through the air to assail the intruder. Instead it landed on the hardwood floor two feet away, and I was suddenly without a headrest. Another thump, and all I could do was cover my face with my arms. Shit, just let me sleep... I tried with all the mental power I had left to will the intruding noise away. Nothing was getting me off of that couch, not after a shitty day like this.

...Well, nothing except for a familiar squawk that suddenly accompanied the thumps.

I then realized movement wasn't so overrated and bolted over to the screen. Flicking on the back porch light, I saw a little friend waiting for me right behind the glass. A blue, scaly little friend to be exact.

I couldn't help but make a grin at the sight. "Hey there, Sparks," I said to the dragon on the other side.

The two fins on his head perked up at both seeing me and the mention of the nickname I'd given him. He got up and put his forelegs on the glass, squawking again like he was asking to come in, his scaly tail wagging behind him. I obliged and unlocked the screen door, sliding it open and letting him excitedly jump inside and skitter on the floor, almost tripping himself up as he got his footing. Despite the scratches that he was probably scoring in the wood, I couldn't help but laugh at his eagerness to get in.

So, yeah, I should probably explain why I suddenly have a dragon hopping into my living room.

Three months ago a particularly nasty storm was hitting the area, just shy of a hurricane...at least, that's what it seemed like. It got me nervous enough to lock down all my windows and make sure nothing was flying off into the wind out back. As I came around to the back porch, however, I got treated with a sight: a blue, cougar-sized something was huddled up against the door, like he was trying to find cover from the rain.

Now obviously, I didn't know he was a dragon at first, but either way it freaked the hell out of me. I live in a pretty foresty area just outside of town - an IT guy wanting to live amongst nature, go figure - and unfortunately stuff like cougars were not an unusual sight. Something was unusual about this one, though, but what it was I didn't now. I couldn't do anything but stand there and watch the thing. After awhile I started noticing that it was shivering really badly, and for whatever reason it seemed like it either didn't want to or couldn't leave. When it's head popped up, there was a lightning flash, and I got to have a good look at it to see that it was, in fact, a dragon. I went from "scared shitless" to "what the fuck" in an instant. It was looking around at the area nervously, and through all of the howling wind and pounding rain I could hear it whimpering.

So, here's the thing: dragons are NOT common where I live. Hell, they're not common anywhere else as far as I know. Dragons are pretty much a myth, and I was halfway convinced my mind was just exaggerating a really weird-looking cougar...a blue, scaly, winged cougar.

Still, disbelief or not, I could tell it was an animal, and I could also tell it was scared, cold, and miserable. Even though my brain was screaming at me to stay the hell away from it, the soft spot in my heart suggested differently. One guess as to which part I listened to.

The poor guy wasn't too trusting at first when I opened the door, but eventually he decided that inside was better than outside and came in. After that, we just...I don't know, clicked.

And that's how I currently had a cougar-sized dragon slipping on my hardwood floor. Don't know where he came from, but after that first visit he started making return trips. He never stayed, always ended up flying off after a day or two, but I could always expect that he would eventually find his way back at my house. Although a little wary at first, it didn't take long for him to warm up to me, and pretty soon I found myself with a pet dragon curling up next to me on the sofa every once in a week.

After finally finding his grip, the little dragon stretched himself out a bit, extending his bat-like wings almost to their full length. I grinned again as he came over and started nuzzling my stomach.

"Ha ha, hey there. Looks like somebody's missed me," I said, rubbing at the side of his neck. He purred at the touch and turned his head, resting the top of it against my chest and stared at me with those yellow reptilian eyes of his. I couldn't help but giggle at the cuteness of it. "You're hungry, aren't you?" I guessed.

The little dragon responded with a chirp and started skittering over to the kitchen. I had to stifle another laugh at his eagerness as I followed him through the threshold and went to the fridge. Sparks already had his front paws up on the counter, waiting with an excited expression on his face. His ear fins perked up even more when he saw the two pounds of ground beef that I pulled out of the fridge and began tearing open. He squawked and licked his chops while I drained the blood and set the slab on a plate.

"Hold on, hold on. Gonna add some flavor for ya." I pulled a few spices out of the cupboard and started salting the thing. While not finding cooked meat appealing, I found that the little blue guy had a real thing for spiced-up meats, though I had to go easy if I didn't want to set his tongue on fire. Not something I had to do, but why not? He was too adorable not to spoil, and he seemed pretty fond of it. He licked at his chops again when I brought the plate over, and he had already started on the thing with it still in my hands as I set it down. "Jeez, Sparks, easy!" I said with a laugh.

He probably set a record time with how fast he scarfed down the meal. I grabbed a washcloth and cleaned up his face, bits of meat and blood clinging to the front of his maw. He cooed at the touch and pushed his snout up against my hand fondly, enjoying the attention and bringing another smile to my lips. Dammit, he was just too adorable...

With that business out of the way, the dragon got down from the counter and padded his way over to the living room. I followed and plopped down on the sofa, patting the seat next to me and inviting him to take a seat. He more than obliged and practically hopped into my lap, churring and nuzzling my neck.

"Woah, woah, easy there!" I said while laughing, his affection only increasing as I playfully pushed back against the dragon. He only squawked and scooted further into my lap in response. I felt the weight of his paws on my shoulders as he went to lapping at my face.

Shit, he's smothering me! I thought amusedly. I mean, I did say that he warmed up to me, but he didn't usually get this affectionate. Seemed a little out of character...except...

Well, except when he started doing what he did to my lap. I felt a grinding sensation on my crotch, and a peek down south confirmed my suspicions. He was dry humping against me, his slit already slightly parted to reveal the dark purple sheath that it held. I raised my eyebrows a bit as I realized where this night was going.

"Wow. You're horny tonight, aren'tcha, Sparks?" I asked him. The little dragon made a throaty purr in response, reacting to my catching on and going back to nuzzling at my neck. Another grin spread across my face as my hands traveled down to unbutton my pants.

...Yeah, did I mention we have sex?

Okay, lemme be clear on this, alright? I DID NOT MAKE THE FIRST MOVE. He came on to me, I swear it! Seriously, it was just like any other night: sitting around, watching tv, him and me just lounging on the couch. I don't know what got into him, he was just...antsy, I guess. Started with him giving a few more nuzzles and licks than the norm, and next thing I know I'm on the floor with a blue dragon on top of me, his dong all hanging out, and he's pretty much begging me for sex. I was REALLY unsure about the idea of fucking an animal, mythical or not, and I tried to talk him out of it - somehow he seemed to understand what I said - but he was seriously wanting it, and he didn't leave me with a lot of options. So, after a few minutes of struggling against a horny mystical creature sitting on my body, I just...took him up on it.

...What? He had me pinned to the ground, for crying out loud!

Anyway, back to the present, I had another one of those situations unfolding as I fumbled with my jean's buttons. Yeah, so I was being a little more willing this time, so what? He knew what I was doing, and lifted himself up a bit so I could get my pants off. I quickly slid the jeans down to my ankles and kicked them off, then practically tore off my shirt and threw it to the corner. All that was left was my underwear, which already had a little bulge stressing the fabric.

Heh, guess I was a little excited, too.

Sparks squawked happily at seeing the fabric fly, and he managed to crane his neck down and bring a lick across my bulge. I moaned a little at feeling the saliva through the material and lay back, letting him take the lead and seeing where he'd go with this.

He didn't waste a lot of time with foreplay as he hooked one of his claws on the waistband and pulled down the underwear, letting my unit spring out. It was already half-erect from the dragon's teasing, and it only got harder as he started lapping at it with his draconic tongue. I let out a moan as he went lower and lower, the tip just brushing my balls. He hopped off of my lap for a more comfortable position and situated himself right between my legs, never stopping his constant tonguing at my crotch, and all I could do was sit back and enjoy the dragon's warm mouth organ...

...Which turned into mind-blaring pleasure as he suddenly took the head into his maw, massaging the fleshy tip between that amazing tongue and the roof of his mouth. The rapid entrance had me doubling over in euphoric shock, my hands going to the back of his head as he started to take my penis into his warm mouth. I gasped at the feeling of his tongue pressing up and inwards, coaxing more and more of my unit inside as he sucked and sending a wonderful heat coursing through my body. One thing to note: dragons can give some serious blowjobs!

The blue dragon made sure to live up to that little fact as he began to bob his head, sliding my cock between that hot embrace that his mouth had it in. He had me groaning at the intense sensation and I bucked into his mouth out of pure reflex. I thought I might make him gag, but instead I got a rumble from the dragon as he bobbed his head again, sucking harder in response and making me gasp again from the pleasure. Feeling adventurous, I lightly thrusted my hips up again, the scaly snout bumping my hips as my penis slid further in, and I got another pleased rumble from him in return. I felt a grin on my lips as I started meeting the dragon's bobbing head with my hips, to which Sparks seem to only get encouraged by as he went faster and harder on his sucking. It was driving me insane, and sure enough I felt the pressure building as I continued to thrust, ready to climax right then and there.

Too bad Sparks didn't agree with the idea. He must've been feeling it too, as he suddenly brought his head up and let my unit slip out of his mouth.

"Oh, come on!", I complained, the cold air now replacing what was wet warmth a minute ago, and gave the dragon an annoyed look. He returned it with an innocent face as he put a forepaw up on my thigh, starting to climb back on my lap. The frustration was short lived as Sparks slowly pulled himself up again, purposely rubbing my member with his belly, then his own unit pressing against mine as he rose. Soon he was in my lap again, and gave a long, slow lick across my neck, almost like an apology. I couldn't help but gasp at that tongue on my skin, and while the rubbings weren't nearly as good as his maw had been, the feeling of his hot shaft against mine was a decent runner-up.

Even that didn't last for long, though, as he grabbed my shoulders and pulled himself up further, but I could see what he was doing. He started coming back down, and I felt my tip touch his skin again, only this time against something with more resistance, clenching around the head as he sunk himself lower. My eyes widened and my breath caught short as his tailhole started to spread around my penis, my hands going up to hold his sides while he closed his eyes and warbled with pleasure. "W-woah...You sure, Sparks?" I asked, already knowing the answer. He trilled in response and brought another lick along the side of my neck, his pucker working its way down while his anal walls clenched around the meat that was inside. I grunted at his squeezes, the sensation of entering intense, almost painful. It felt so tight, it was a wonder that he kept trying to force more of my member in there as he sunk down, his own draconic unit lifting every time he clenched. My breaths came out ragged as I entered, the friction and tightness almost too much for me as he speared himself on my unit.

....Well, almost, anyway.

I felt his weight rest on my pelvis as I finally hilted him, his insides still clenching my mating tool. He looked at me again, giving another warble from the feeling of being filled, his eyes already at half-mast. He was seriously enjoying this, and I wasn't exactly objecting to it either. Working with a deliberate slowness, he set his feet and lifted himself up, his anal walls gripping tightly at my penis as it slid out, up until just the head was still nestled inside. Then he abruptly sat back down, hilting so fast that both of our bodies jerked from the sudden sensation and a yelp escaped from my lips. He was already working on lifting himself up again while I was still reeling from the first plunge, and soon he came back down with a slap on my pelvis, my body once again jerking at his weight pressing back down on my hips. Thank god he wasn't hitting my nuts!

It took him only a couple of rounds before he started building up a rhythm, repeatedly spearing himself against my member and pressing his weight down before bringing himself up again. He started making little sounds each time he landed, accompanying my grunts as I felt those hot anal walls squeezing and rubbing against me every time I entered. I could already feel pre oozing out and slickening the walls, allowing my unit to enter more easily with each drop. My own mind was going as the blue dragon rode me hard, my eyes shutting tightly from the assault and a swear escaping my lips. Despite this, I still remembered to give a little stimulation to Sparks Jr., wrapping my hand around the pulsating purple shaft. He squawked at feeling my hand, and looked at me with approving, lust-filled eyes before he went back to work spearing himself on me. Using the up and down motion to help me, I started stroking at his unit, my fingers rubbing against the ridges and bumps while he squealed with pleasure. The double stimulation was working him into a frenzy, which only got me aroused even more. His shaft already started to leak pre, dripping down and pooling around the base of my crotch and adding a wetness to the sound of his ass and my hips slapping together. I started thrusting up against him just as he would come down so that he landed with a bigger slap and I hilted even harder inside of him. We went at it for a little while, just bucking, jerking and overall fucking each other to high heaven.

It only went for so long, though, before I felt that pressure building up in my hips again. Deciding I'd rather enjoy his orgasm before my own, I sped up my pumping on his unit, pulling at the exposed skin while gripping the meat tightly. His eyes were shut tight and he couldn't help but yelp and warble at both the intense handjob I was giving him and my unit filling him every time his ass met my hips.

He ground hard into me on the last drop and gave a loud roar, his wings unfurling and his shaft throbbing as he finally came. His seed spurted all over my chest and face while the walls of his asshole gave one last hard squeeze against my penis. It was just what I needed, and I followed right after him with a yell as my body arched and my own cum shot out, filling his tailhole quickly while his own ropes of seed coated my body. I could feel his shaft jerk and spasm as let out his load, while his insides continued to clench hard against my own and milk it for all it was worth.

Eventually the high-heaven feeling started to die down, and we found ourselves back down to earth, panting, exhausted, and satisfied as hell. He gave my mouth a lick, lapping up some of the seed that he had gotten on me. I stroked his cheek in return and just sat there, enjoying the feeling of him still on me while my unit shrunk inside of him.

"...Okay now...get up." The blue dragon complied lethargically and stood up off of my crotch, my cum-drenched unit sliding out with a pop. I looked down at my body and marveled at the mess, my crotch soaked with pre and sperm while my belly and chest had a decent amount of white on them. I could only guess how my face looked as I got up and headed to the bathroom, while Sparks was just content to lay on his side on the sofa, his tongue lolling out and his legs spread as he basked in the afterglow. I couldn't help but chuckle at the sprawled-out dragon sitting on my couch as I made my way to the shower and shut the door.

It didn't take long before I stepped back out, my body cleaned and a towel around my waist. I journeyed over to the couch, only to find the little blue dragon missing. There was a wet spot on the couch where he had been riding me, and I grimaced at the thought of the smell that was probably going to linger. I looked around and called out his name, but then noticed the screen door was open. He had figured out how to use the screen door after only a few trips back, and he typically left with the screen door hanging open like that.

I sighed. I mean, it's not like I couldn't live without his company, but I was kind of hoping for him to stick around and spend the night with me. I looked over at the microwave clock, which read 1:46 in the morning. Pretty damn late, a lot later than I thought it would be despite the fun time we had. Thank god I wasn't going to be working tomorrow. I made one last check out at the back porch just to make sure, but all I could see was pitch-black forest. Heaving another sigh, I went back in and latched the door shut.

It was when I was up that next afternoon, frying eggs over the stove, when I heard a thump at my screen door. I hurried over to the glass and, sure enough, there was Sparks, his eyes practically dancing at seeing me and his mouth holding some sort of flat, circular object in his mouth. Not really sure what he was holding, but I was too excited at seeing him again to care. I quickly unlatched the door and he once again jumped inside, though this time taking a little more care to find his footing while doing so. He turned back around to me and I knelt down to rub his snout.

"There you are, Sparks! Should've figured you'd be back." He nuzzled against my chest, then moved the hand that rubbed at his snout and dropped the object that he was holding. It was weighty, and as I looked at it I noticed it felt hard and shined in the sunlight. "What the-?"

I took a moment looking at it before I realized it was a river rock. It wasn't like most rocks that I found, though; this one almost looked polished, and there was a bit of a natural design to it with brown veins running through it while most of it was creamy color. "Jeez, this is...beautiful." I looked back at the dragon, and he only squawked and nuzzled against my chest in response.

I couldn't help but wonder how the hell he managed to find a rock as pretty as this one out in the forest, but the thought put into it didn't get lost on me. He never brought back anything before, much less something as beautiful-looking as this, and it made me contemplate what it was supposed to mean.

As I looked down and petted his snout, however, I decided to forget about it and enjoy the gift.

Nothing like a visit to perk up your day, eh?