Dragyn's Arrival
#1 of Dragyn's Magic Wand
Author's Note: This is another one that I really wanted to do as a comic, but lately I've become convinced of my lack of reliability as an artist. I can draw, sometimes well, but I don't have the consistency that I feel is necessary to tell a story.
So, instead, you get prose. Enjoy.
Dragyn's Magic Wand
Dragyn's Arrival
It all started on the internet, naturally. To be specific, it started in an online chat room. Heather had been going there for months, and about three weeks before her life took on even a tinge of the surreal, she met Dragyn there.
The chat room was dedicated to furries - people with an interest in anthropomorphic animals and similar fantasy creatures. The room, while not adult per se, had a tendency to get adult rather often. It was while Heather - whose avatar was a rather well-muscled hermaphrodite rabbit, a commissioned bit of art from one of her favorite artists - was engaged in these activities that Dragyn first entered the room.
Heather, in between typing a rather long-winded (and exceptionally explicit) pose that described exactly what her avatar was doing to the two vulpines (one male, one female) she was yiffing and actually sending that message, spent a moment bringing up the newcomer's avatar.
Where Heather had paid $50 to get her avatar drawn by hand, Dragyn had gone a different route. The avatar image on the dragon's profile page was photorealistic, probably rendered, and depicted a blood-red hermaphrodite dragon that, while not as heavily muscled as Heather's rabbit, was well built and phenomenally stacked.
Heather felt herself getting moist, her cheeks flushing as she stared intently at the image. She almost forgot to click "send" on her pose in the yiff-session. The dragon who'd just walked into the Magyckal Glade was hypnotically attractive.
It raised a bit of a fuss when Heather walked over to greet the newcomer - "shi" had been in the middle of something rather intimate, after all - but she couldn't help herself. There was something about Dragyn.
The two of them ended up spending more and more time together online, until it reached the point that their schedules matched exactly. They shared intimate conversations, and performed lewd acts of virtual sex as descriptively as possible. Unlike other people Heather had yiffed, Dragyn had no problems performing in front of an audience.
It seemed the two, both exhibitionists, both furries, both interested in hermaphrodites, both bisexual, were made for each other. That was when things began to get weird.
Heather was surprised when Dragyn sent her an IM. They'd always just met in the Glade and had their yiff sessions publicly before.
"Hey, Heather, can we talk?" Heather could practically hear the hesitation in Dragyn's message.
"Sure," Heather wrote back. "What's up?"
"It's about, well... furry."
Heather was a little surprised. Though shi was a newcomer to the chat room, Dragyn didn't seem like a total neophyte. "What about it?"
"I've been researching it... reading up on what furry is and how it's percieved... And I wanted to ask you a few questions."
Heather felt a chill. "Are you a reporter or something?"
Dragyn's reply came so quickly, Heather was almost convinced shi'd typed it before receiving Heather's question. "No! No, not at all." Before Heather could even breathe a sigh of relief however, the next line made her panic again. "I am a kind of a researcher, though."
"Doing a paper on me, are you?"
"Not just you," Dragyn replied. "On your whole world."
"Furry isn't my whole world. It's something I do when I get home to relax."
"Not furry, your WORLD." Dragyn's emphatic reply made Heather shiver again. This, she realized, was about to get strange, probably creepy.
"What are you talking about?" She was afraid to follow this conversation down the path it was taking, but she'd felt such a kinship with the dragon that she had to continue.
"I understand that you like to fantasize. That's healthy. It indicates you have the imagination to adapt to possibilities that you might not have foreseen. It's a requirement for a race to survive past a critical point in evolutionary development."
Maybe this wouldn't be so creepy after all. Maybe she'd misunderstood Dragyn's emphasis.
"Without imagination, your people wouldn't have developed into the intelligent, hardy people you would have to be to survive in a competetive world. But what I need to know is, how do you think your people would react to something really incredible?"
Maybe she was right in the first place. This was getting into schizoid territory in a hurry.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm a researcher," Dragyn wrote back - or perhaps was just continuing from hir previous post, "from a world that is much like your own. There are a number of differences, however, and the most critical one is that we look like what your people would consider fantasy creatures."
"Are you saying...?"
"I am, for all intents and purposes, a dragon. I didn't realize at first that the people I was chatting with were human. I thought maybe there were non-humans living in your world, but that I had failed to discover them before making contact."
Heather stared at the words, trying to find a polite way to suggest Dragyn seek psychiatric care.
"You don't believe me." The accusation was clear. "You think I'm suffering from some sort of... psychotic? Is that the word? Some kind of mind problem, anyway."
"Well..." Heather began to type a reply, but still didn't know what to say. Before she could get past the word "well," an alert popped up.
"Dragyn has invited you to view their webcam."
Hesitantly, Heather clicked on "Accept," then stared at her screen in shock. If it was CG, it was incredible. If it was a costume, it was the most lifelike, animated costume she'd ever seen. There was Dragyn, exactly as shi'd been depicted in hir avatar image. The dragon was totally nude, however. Heather could see the sheath containing an asset that had been described in exquisite detail. The dragon was covered, head to toe, in the exact blood-red shade shown in hir avatar picture. Hir neck and torso were covered in horizontal plates that were a brighter, candy-apple red, apart from hir nipples, which were an even darker red.
Shi breathed, shi moved. Shi leaned in to peer at the camera, then leaned back again. Shi opened hir muzzle, and even distorted by the cheap, tinny sound of Heather's speakers, hir voice was sultry and sent shivers down Heather's spine. "Say something, Heather," shi said. "Anything."
Heather turned on her own web camera, and the smile that broke across Dragyn's muzzle was wonderful. "Oh, my, you're quite lovely," Dragyn said, which made Heather blush.
"Th-thank you. This is... this is incredible. That's not a costume, or some computer generated image, or an animatronic, or--" Dragyn had to cut her off.
"No, I'm quite real. I'm not an alien, exactly, either. Not as your... internet? Is that the right term? Anyway, not as most of you understand it. My name is Dragyn," here, Heather noted a distinct difference in the way Dragyn said hir name and the way it was written. The D at the beginning of hir name was more of a glottal stop, and the G in the middle was soft, not the hard G that Heather had assumed.
"I live on a world that is not in the same space as yours. However, as part of my studies, I have theorized that contact can be made, even travel between worlds, using the same methods we use for transportation."
"Uh, yeah. I guess."
"You still don't believe me, do you?" Dragyn appeared to be trying not to laugh. "Well, let's be fair. What would it take to convince you?"
Heather thought about this. "Well, I think the only thing I can be really convinced by would be a real, face-to-face meeting."
Dragyn grinned. "I can do that, sure. But, um..." Shi looked off to one side, unable to make eye contact for a moment. "I have a kind of a confession to make... I kind of, um, misrepresented myself earlier. I'm not, um... quite as tall as I told you."
Heather shrugged. "Well, I'm obviously not a ten foot tall muscular rabbit herm, so I think we'll be fine." She leaned forward, curious. "So, how big are you, really?"
Dragyn looked down. "Um, I'm about half a length... My best guess is about four feet."
Heather looked relieved. "So, um... you don't have a foot long monster of a cock?" She grinned. "I mean nine inches is pretty damn big as it is."
"Is it?" Dragyn grinned. "I wasn't sure. I mean, I know it's pretty big in comparison to my size, but, well, other people here have bigger too. And that's not counting them being even taller than me."
Heather's eyes widened. "I can see if we're going to have any sort of, um, fun... I'm going to need some bigger toys for you." She grinned. "So... when do we meet, anyway?" Her early skepticism was forgotten with the prospect of meeting this delectable reptilian in person.
Dragyn's grin got wider. "How about right now? You might want to move back a few feet, give me space to land." As soon as Heather had moved back, the dragon hermaphrodite began chanting softly under hir breath. Hir eyes drifted shut, and as shi chanted, hir scales began to shimmer with an irridescent rainbow light. Heather watched in rapt fascination, knowing from the hermaphrodite's role playing online, and she wasn't disappointed. Sliding out of its sheath, Dragyn's member finally made its appearance. Heather found herself getting aroused. Dragyn had told her online that working magic always made hir horny, and here shi was working magic in order to make hir way into Heather's world, into her bedroom no less.
The actual transportation was no less incredible. Dragyn leaned in close to hir camera, until hir face took up the entire webcam window, then, impossibly enough, pushed through the edges of the window and, once shi had apparently pushed hir head through, extended beyond it. Shi continued chanting as hir features distorted the surface of Heather's LCD, beginning to extend past the surface. The telltale rainbow ripple of a liquid crystal display having pressure applied to it blended with the irridescent glow of Dragyn's magic.
Before hir face had pushed through the LCD, Dragyn found hirself squeezing hir upper body through the webcam window. Hir arms fit easily enough, and shi appeared to press her hands to the insides of the screen's boundaries as shi pulled hirself through. Hir bust was another matter - squeezing those firm orbs through the webcam's alotted screen space pressed them together and gave the dragon the most impressive cleavage Heather had seen outside of certain artists' work.
The distortion of the screen became more pronounced, and then, even more impossibly, Dragyn was erupting forth from the screen, turning in a moment from an image into a real, substantial, and definitely powerful draconic hermaphrodite on hir hands and knees with hir back to the screen shi'd just come out of.
Heather found herself face to appendage with a phallus that was quite substantially larger than anticipated. It wasn't nine inches, or even twelve. It was closer to a foot and a half. It was also a bit thicker than Heather had expected. It was, in fact, so large around she doubted she could grip it in one hand without hurting Dragyn.
Dragyn, for hir part, was panting heavily, still recovering from the effort of casting hir spell. Heather, grinning mischievously, reached up to the member that bobbed over her and gripped it gently. Dragyn let out a shuddering moan, and Heather took that as permission to continue. She began stroking Dragyn's forceful shaft with both hands, noticing the heady scent of the dragon's musk in the air.
"Wait," Dragyn growled. Heather let go of hir shaft, which bobbed in the air, gently tapping against her face. "If... if you keep that up, I'm going to collapse. Can we move to your bed?"
Heather nodded, then realized that Dragyn wouldn't be able to see her. "Yeah, sure... It's right in front of you." Dragyn crawled off of her and sat down on her bed, which creaked ominously. When Heather followed and began stroking hir shaft vigorously, Dragyn's initial thoughts about size were lost in a haze of lust.
Heather was incredibly turned on. Dragyn, instead of being small and cuddly, was large, powerful, and incredibly sexy. The size difference was difficult, but not insurmountable, and hir shaft was so incredibly smooth, firm, and warm to the touch. She continued to stroke it, gripping it as tight as she felt comfortable with. It was so thick that both her hands barely fit around it, and it was quickly getting slick with the copious amounts of pre pouring from its tip.
Heather was getting quite messy, her shirt sticking to her own less-substantial bust. To be honest with herself, this sticky mess was turning her on even more. She felt Dragyn's body tense, the thick ebon shaft quivering with pre-coital tension, and then the eruption happened.
Heather hadn't been prepared for the sheer volume of cum heading her way. In fact, she'd considered trying to take the tip of Dragyn's cock in her mouth. When the torrent of hot, slick cum shot out of it, splattering against the ceiling, walls... indeed, everything in the room.
"Holy crap!" Heather gasped, and burst into surprised laughter. "That was intense!"
Dragyn chuckled weakly, hir shaft slowly losing rigidity as soon as shi was spent and Heather no longer stroking it. "Mmmm, thanks for the assistance, Heather." Shi looked around. "I appear to have made a mess of your room."
"I should say," Heather chuckled. "You're a fair bit more than four feet tall, by the way. More like eight."
Dragyn blinked. "So you're saying... I'm taller than normal?"
Heather grinned, feeling her arousal returning. "A fair bit, yeah. And so big and strong," she pracically purred. "How long can you stay?"
Dragyn returned the grin, hir own arousal building again. "As long as you like." Shi glanced at the computer shi'd come through. "I ought to send back for some things if I'm going to stay, though."
Hardly noticing the hazardous condition of the computer - covered as it was in Dragyn's slick fluids - Heather watched her new lover's firm rump sway as shi made hir way over to the desk.