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Spare time is a thing we all have. It is one of our most guarded secrets. How we spend it, and what we do with it is our own business. Spare time, like all resources, is a finite amount. Funny stuff begins to happen when we have too much spare time. Ever have one of those "lost days?" One of those days where you do nothing. You have nothing to do and nobody is around. The weather is usually overcast on a Lost Day. Sex is bound to arise during a lost day. Not as a stimulant, but just as a way to pass the time. Oddly enough, Lost Day sex is the best ever.

Spade awoke to gray skies outside her collegiate den. Spade was a light green dragon enrolled at Kronsville University, a draconic school. Oh, not just dragons could go there, furs went too and even humans were bound to enroll. Magic was a dying art. Technology had advanced so much; only the most powerful spells were of any practical use anymore. Kronsville was known for trying to keep mystic art alive.

But enough about studies.

Spade knew it was an overcast day even before rolling out of her bunk. She could just feel it. It was Saturday too, no classes.

Most of the dorms were underground and, at the most, two stories above ground, they did this to keep the skyline natural.

Spade hated her bunk because she was too big for it. She had to bunch her legs up in order to fit. Spade was used to her bed at home were she could sleep stretched out and relaxed. When Spade stood on her hind legs, she was 7ft 7in. She wasn't a true dragon in the classic sense of the word. No fire breathing or sheep eating. Oh, Spade had wings and a tail, and all. But she was very gentle despite her fierce appearance. One time, she even squeezed herself into one of those human transport vehicles. The human operator had referred to it as a "Van." Humans, lacking all but the most basic magic abilities rely heavily on technology and science to get by. Spade found motor vehicles interesting, but she preferred flying as her main mode of transportation.

Back to Spade and her lost day.

Spade rolled out of her bunk and lay on the floor on her back. Her right wing still lay on the bed and her left one was touching the opposite wall. She stretched, pointing her claw toes and arching her back. Spade had a thing for human clothing. Draconic garb was boring in her opinion. Cloaks, robes and the occasional parka, feh! Human clothing had, as she put it, soul. Jared (the Van driver) was able to get Spade clothing that fit her (wings and tail notwithstanding) at specialty stores. Spade wore a gray cotton sweatshirt and flannel pajama bottoms to sleep. She loved the feel of cotton, it was so much better that rough leather and harsh wool that traditional dragons wore, when clothing needed to be warn. Spade had a small collection of altered human clothing, Jeans, nylon jackets, button down shirts and cargo pants. Human traditions fascinated her. Someday she wanted to ask Jared if he could get her the material so she could construct a pair of shoes for herself. But one thing that she didn't understand was why humans insisted on wearing UNDERgarments.

"Why do you waste money on clothing that no one will ever see?" Spade asked Jared one day.

"Well....we need it for... you know."

"No, I don't know, that's why I'm asking you."

Spade never got a straight answer.

Spade's parents would never approve of her adopting human culture; clothing, riding in their vehicles and so forth, but what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them.

So, spade lay on the floor stretching. It was 11am. Way to sleep in. The cafeteria was done serving breakfast. She cracked her knuckles got the kinks out of her neck. Her scales faded to a near white along her neck, chest and inside of her legs and tail. Spade scratched her scalp under her mane. She had a brilliant white mane that she kept trimmed to shoulder length; part of her interest in human customs. Common dragons let their mane grow down to their waist.

Spade rolled on her side and stretched her arms over her head, inadvertently thrusting her chest out. Female dragons, of course, have no breasts, rather large flying muscles. Both male and female chests are about the same as far as curvature. Spade sat up and flexed her chest-flying muscles. Her sweatshirt was pushed out as her muscles expanded. She flexed again and her shirt pushed out a little more. The feeling was oddly pleasurable. Spade closed her eyes, held her breath and flexed her flying muscles even harder. While doing so, she rubbed taunt muscle bulges through the cotton sweatshirt.

"Rghhhhh" Spade groaned, "Pahhhhhhhhh" she let her breath out. Her chest returned to normal. Spade picked her head up with a start.

"What am I doing?!" she asked aloud.

Spade stood up on her hind legs and faced a mirror on the wall. She had deep blue eyes that sparkled when sunlight fell on them. Above her eyes were eye-ridges, a draconic equivalent of eyebrows. Spade had fan-like ears on the sides of her head. Her face tapered in a blunt snout.

The inside of Spade's mouth felt all tacky and dry, she must have slept with it open. Without taking her eyes off the mirror she groped for the toothbrush and toothpaste on her dresser. This was another human tradition Spade adopted. The toothbrush was made for flat human teeth, not rounded dragon ones, so it was only marginally effective. It didn't matter though, dragon salvia was caustic enough to naturally keep teeth clean, but like cotton, Spade liked the feel of brushing her teeth.

Spade tossed the brush back on the dresser, she liked the taste of toothpaste so she didn't spit it out when she was done, rather, she swallowed it. If dragon stomachs can handle bones, toothpaste doesn't stand a chance.

Spade pulled off her sweatshirt, a bit of a chore, considering her wings. Bare-chested she faced the mirror again. Along her stomach, which was in no way narrow, was a faint outline of a six-pack. Spade passed her hand down along her tummy and traced the outline of her stomach muscles. She tightened them, and they became more pronounced. Spade relaxed again

Just as before, it felt good to do that.

Spade turned her head and looked at her right arm, it was smooth, aside from the tiny scales. She clenched her fist and flexed her bicep. Instantly an impressive bulge swelled up on top of her arm. She let her arm relax and fall back down to her side.

Spade turned her head back toward the mirror. She never really took the time to look at herself like this. It's not like she had anything else to do. Spade could feel the day was going to suck. No projects were due anytime soon, and Spade was never one to work far ahead. The dormitory was quiet, even for a Saturday morning. No one was around.

Spade felt her shoulders, her neck gracefully swept into them. Her shoulders were bold yet feminine. Her neck was flexible enough that she could almost look down her own back. She saw her tail. It came out of a carefully cut hole Spade had hemmed into her pants. She turned sideways toward the mirror and raised her up. It came up to the base of her head. She looked rather silly standing there, with her tail raised up and all. Spade even caught herself smiling. She let it coil and uncoil, and wave around in the air, almost taking on a life of it's own.

Then she flexed it.

Voom! A sensational wave of pleasure rose up through her draconic body. Spade's eyes widened and she gasped. Looking over her shoulder, she saw her tail was all puffed up at the base.

Why had she never had sensations like this before? What was going on? Spade got an idea. She looked around, and then rolled her eyes. DUH, she didn't even have a roommate. Nonetheless she was nervous about what she was actually thinking of doing.

Spade steadied herself and drew in a long breath of air, filling her lungs Her chest expanded to accommodate all that oxygen. Spade counted to three.

"1...2...3!"

Spade flexed all her muscles at once. She pumped both her arms, tensed her legs, compressed her tail, drew taunt her stomach and flexed her flying muscles almost to the point of strain. She felt wonderful! Her wings beat in tiny motions from the sudden exertion. The feelings of nervous pleasure grew spiked higher and higher. Spade opened her eyes to face herself.

"My God!" she gasped in her mind. Her body had swelled up and she was at least an inch bigger all-around. The sight made her shudder.

Spade let out her air in a burst of exhaustion. And then reality kicked in.

Spade slumped down on the floor and looked at the gray carpet.

"What am I doing to myself?" She asked out loud. "And how come my body never acted like his before? Puberty was a long, long, LONG time ago."

Spade sat in silence for a whole minuet.

"Forget it," Spade told herself," just go get something to eat."

As spade sat up, the back of her hand brushed along her inner pant leg. It was wet and sticky.

"What the?....no way! ... I just didn't?....I did!"

Spade had climaxed out of pleasure when she saw herself swollen up in front of the mirror.

Spade felt ashamed of herself, treating her body like that and everything. She felt bad because it felt so good.

She calmed herself, "Spade go and eat something already and move on, just move one. Forget about this incident, no one knows you did it but you. The cafeteria is waiting."

"Right" she answered herself out loud.

Spade put on clean human clothes, and left the dorm.

Spade was a Mystic Technology major. Mystic Technology is the concept of blending Magic and Science. When you think of it, Magic isn't very different from science. Take your computer for instance; the only way it can work is if all the little parts inside are functioning correctly. If you take a wire cutter and randomly snip something, you're gonna get error messages upon error messages, or you may get nothing, just a blank screen. Science is noting more than combining the right things with other right things.

Same deal with magic, Mix this with that and you get a result.

So, Spade hastefully left her self-indulging orgasmic experience and exited the dorm. She wore a long raincoat that said "Barque Marlin Marching Band" on the back in big white letters. Spade's name was embroidered on the front, upper left portion of the coat to be exact. Under her name were the words "Percussion Section."

It was a windy day, not all that cold, but windy, the gray sky didn't help the day's aura either. The cafeteria was waiting.

Spade pushed open the doors and shuffled in. The windy air chased in after her. Spade didn't have anything against the cafeteria, unlike most students, she even liked the food sometimes. Dragons eat meat, a lot of it. Well, dragons are big, hey; it takes a lot of fuel to keep an engine that big running. Oh sure, dragons eat all sorts of food, but when it's time to go to the mattresses, meat takes president over any other type of consumable.

Spade, slid her tray along those rails they always have in cafeterias. I mean, when was the last time you were in a cafeteria that didn't have those rails? Moreover, why do we slide the tray on them? We do it even if there's no food on our tray. Why is that? Digression.

Here's how you turn traditional food into draconic food: Simplify it and serve it in large portions. So when I say Spade had a sandwich for lunch during that gray lost day, I mean she had a big rough-cut of beef in between a loaf of bread.

The Cafeteria was mostly empty, there were a few people sitting here and there but other then that, empty. You could hear the clink of plates and silverware being washed in the back and the occasional hiss of coffee machines. The ventilation fans made a rude "rrrrrrrrrr" sound that you heard when you came in, but didn't when you finally sat down with your food.

Even though the cafeteria was sparsely populated, Spade still looked for a place to sit. A familiar face caught her eye. Remember the human, Jared? The van driver? Well, he was seated alone staring out the window, but he didn't look like he was thinking about anything in particular. Jared was trying to find the horizon, the gray mountains and the gray sky blended so perfectly, it was hard to find out where one ended and the other one began. Jared's puzzle of gray suddenly became green. Spade interrupted Jared's view.

Jared looked up, "Spade Cressona! Wondered when I'd see you again. Whaja been up to?"

Spade smiled, "Hello Jared, may I sit down?"

"Sure." Jared waved toward the empty seat across the table.

Had Spade been anywhere else, she probably would have been squeezing into cafeteria chairs, but because Kronsville caters to dragons and furriers, it was Jared who was out of place; his feet were barely touching the ground. Spade sat down.

"How have you been Jared? Van still running?" Spade asked.

"Yea, it's ok, thinking about putting fog lights on the thing." Said Jared.

"...Interesting..."

"Those blue halogen ones are cool."

"I see...sometimes I carry a halogen flashlight when I fly in the fog."

Spade and Jared sat in uncomfortable silence for about 8 seconds. Spade took a bite of her big sandwich.

"We know noting about each other do we?" Spade said with a smirk.

Jared looked down at his food, "No, I guess we don't. The first time... in fact the only time I saw you before was when you rode with Dan, Moochie, Graves and I in the van."

Spade leaned back in her chair. "Were did you take us? Forgive me, but I've forgotten."

Jared rubbed his chin. "We were, uh, going to ...the market? No...I don't know where we were going...to see somebody, or to go to somebody's house for some reason. You didn't talk during the whole ride."

"Perhaps I didn't know what to say at the time. I remember Moochie passed by my room and asked me if I wanted to go with the human Jared for a ride in something called a 'Van'. To be honest I wasn't acquainted with Moochie, and was perplexed why he was asking me of all people."

Jared nodded. "I didn't remember much from that day, only that you came along."

Spade sat forward. "I mean no disrespect Jared, but I only know you as: 'The-Human-Who-Lives-At-The-End-Of-The-Hall-Who-Has-A-Mechanical-Transportation-Device."

"None taken, really. I only know you as "The-Dragon-That-Lives-Up-The-Hall-Who-Plays-The-Drums." Jared said.

Jared stirred the remaining milk in his cereal bowl. Some bits of cereal were still floating around.

Spade drank 1/4th of her glass of water.

"Jared," Spade asked, "do you believe in God?"

This question took Jared. "What?...Yea, I guess I do. I've never had a solid reason not to. Why?"

Spade frowned. Jared watched Spade's eye ridges went from being arched: (like this) "^ ^" to almost flat: "_ _" Jared was surprised to see how much emotion a draconic face could show. He never paid that much attention to the finer features of dragon anatomy. Until now.

Spade elaborated, "Lust is one of the seven deadly sins, as is pride. Pride being the act of loving one's self to the point of obsession. If you put the two together, well, you will get something much worse."

"Hey, if this were porn, people would be getting turned off real quick!" Jared laughed, inappropriately.

"Jared, I'm serious." Spade said

"Right," Jared composed himself. "Well, whaddia bringing this up for?"

Spade was looking at her half-eaten sandwich. "I feel as if I have abused myself in a sinful manor."

"Wadia mean?" asked Jared.

"To quote your species: 'I dunno.' Jared, disregard my question, you lack the experience to help. I mean no disrespect to you...quoting you species again: 'it's a dragon thing."

"It can't hurt to ask me. Our people may not be all that different."

Spade exhaled through her nostrils. She looked Jared in the eyes but didn't say anything. Jared spoke again.

"How much do you know about humans? I'm just askin'."

Spade's frown lifted. She knew more about human anatomy then most Dragons. (outside of a Pre-Med major, of course) "You make terrible solders. You're soft, easily damaged. No protective scales or hide. You're a tropical animal, only in very warm climates can your survive. If you are taken awa-

"What?!" Jared interrupted "We can-

Spade cut back in. "If you are taken away from tropical climates you must have your "accessories" to live." Spade grinned.

"Accessories?"

"Your precious clothes."

"Hey, Dragons wear clothes!"

"What? This?" Spade tugged at her raincoat. "I don't need this." Spade took her Marching Band raincoat off and drooped it over the back of her chair. "Or this." Under her raincoat was an oversized white polo shirt, it was somewhat baggy looking. She didn't take her shirt off, though. "I'm not denouncing human clothing, I think it's practical, plus real draconic clothing is drab."

"Go back to that thing about bad soldiers...humans can bring the ruckus anywhere, anytime!" Boasted Jared.

"With horrific casualties," Spade scoffed. "Really, humans aren't designed to battle on the scale that you fight. This is ironic because humans are the most war-like lot I know of. Your politicians say they rather avoid conflict, but they're always ready to plunge into battle. Your close range weapons take advantage of you poor body defenses. The majority of your weapons are meant to pierce to skin, rather than cause heavy blows. You humans and your guns, I don't know what to think. You freely carry devices that are meant to kill with only one attack. What does that tell other species? No wonder interspecies relations with humans are so low. I'm not trying to put you down, Jared, this is just from my point of view."

Jared nodded. "Yea...

Spade continued. She rarely expressed her feelings toward other species. "On the other had there are attributes about humans that I admire."

"Like what?" Jared had heard Spade lightly knock the human species collectively, he now wanted to hear the other side.

"What make humans weak in one area, makes them stronger in the other. Humans are poor fighters because you are soft. Why? Your body is 70% water-"

"80% water." Interrupted Jared.

"80%?! Eighty percent you is made up of nothing but H2O? Impressive. How your bodies hold themselves together, I'll never know. Nevertheless, That Solid to liquid ratio makes for some interesting abilities, namely, music. Humans'... humans are able to make wide ranges of chords and rhythms spanning several octaves using noting but their vocal chords. The best of you have vocal ranges spanning seven octaves! I wish I could sing like that! And all of you listen to music, I haven't met a single human that didn't like music. Music is as natural to you as breathing. Your species has a true gift! A tribute I with was more prevalent with dragons.

Jared just kinda sat there after absorbing Spade's big spiel.

Spade ran her retractable-clawed hand through her white mane. "Here I thought toady would be boring. Someone, a human no less, listened to my rant on the human species." Spade smiled gently at Jared. "Since you endured my verbal essay on the pros and cons of you people, I'd be happy to hear you speak your mind about mine."

"Whydah talk like that? All proper, and stuff?"

"I beg you pardon."

"See! Like that!" Jared smiled. "All dragons talk like you're sitting in front of a jury. As if every word you say needs to be carefully selected. All up tight and stuff, dragons need to take the lance out of their ass and loosen up! ...Of course that's just my opinion."

Now it was Spade's turn to be taken. "I...I..."

"...Oh, gee Spade, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way. You're cool. I think all dragons are cool. Each of you looks so different from each other."

Jared's words had a Zen-like truth, which Spade noticed.

"Different from each other." Spade thought aloud.

"Well, yea...us humans, Christ, we all look the same. Think about it. Oh, our teachers in grade school keep telling us: everyone is different and special." Jared made a farting noise by sticking out his tongue "Thbbbthhh! Wrong! We're basically the same. Dragon's, on the other hand are so...so...cool lookin!"

Spade found Jared's phrases so cute, yet truthful, she couldn't help but smile. Spade looked down at herself and shrugged at Jared.

"Well, while we're on the subject of 'looking cool' as you so put it, any chance you could take the time to locate some human garb in my sizes? You DID mention it once before didn't you?"

Jared thought for a moment. He did say that he probably get human clothes in draconic dimensions, but so could anyone else. He mentioned it in passing when Spade and Jared met in the van. He was just making conversation at the time. But now, he didn't feel like letting Spade down, even though this was only the second time they met.

"Uh, yea sure, these people advertise in magazines, all you need is to send in your dimensions. You really don't need me."

"Fascinating, I didn't think it was that simple . . . one thing remains, do these 'people' charge exuberant amounts for their services?"

"Hmm, I dunno...wouldn't be surprised if they did."

"I see."

"Yea."

Spade ate the last of her sandwich. Jared tilted the cereal bowl to his lips and drank the remaining milk.

Spade got up to leave. "Well, Jared I don't want to keep you, I'll see you later?"

"Huh? No, I'm not doing anything toady, Kinda board really. Nothin's due for at least a week."

"Oh, our days are similar... well, then..." Spade sat back down.

From the third person's point of view, it was a unique sight. A dragon and a human sitting at a table by themselves. Even though Jared was 5 foot 11, He still looked small compared to Spade. Spades wings folded on her back, and her tail snaking around the chair made her look even larger.

"Up until now, I really didn't know you, or much about dragons anyway. But I always knew you were cool. You know, sometimes I wish I were one... Boy what a difference a day makes, and it's only..." Jared looked at the clock on the wall, "1pm!"

Spade nodded, "Indeed. I've enjoyed talking to you."

"Well, do you want to, uh, continue talking?" Jared nervously chuckled, making a "continuing motion" with his hands.

"Sure." Spade grinned. "What would you like to talk about?"

"Tell me why you were feeling ashamed about abusing you body, what was that all about. Really, you can tell me."

"Jared, even though this conversation is great, I still hardly know you."

"Ever hear of the 'Stranger theory', Spade?" Asked Jared.

"I might have...I'm sure you're going to tell me anyway."

"I don't know who coined it, but, it goes like this: A person is likely to tell a complete stranger intimate details about themselves, say...on a long bus ride or something, because the two will never see each other again, so it doesn't matter. My point is, you, at the beginning of our little jive here, were going to tell me what was bothering you, because I was a stranger. Then, we began to talk and I was no longer a true stranger, so you decided against it. So pretend I'm a stranger a tell me. You've perked my curiosity Spade!"

"Are you sure? It's risqué."

Jared responded by giving her a "come-on, out-with-it!" look.

Spade made a deep frustrated growling sound. "Mrrrghhhh...I got too excited with myself...I...that is..."Spade began stumbling over herself, funny, she never had trouble expressing herself, as far as words go, before.

"What?" Jared grew impatient. He went out on a limb and took a guess to what was troubling this Dragon "You were masturbating? "

Spade nodded sheepishly.

"It that all?!! Man, you got me all excited. I thought it was something serious. That's all you did."

"I sinned."

"Dude, I'm no theologian. But I do know he made us in his image. And he made us simple. Dragons, Humans and Furries, are not complicated, machines. We take in food, absorb what we can use, and excrete the waste. Man-made or naturally made, the simple design will always win. Simplicity has it's flaws, When we are hot we ooze sweat, when we cold we shiver, and when we are prime for mating, but when no mate is around, we imagine we are with someone. So, in my opinion, as long as we are not getting off to sinful or hateful images or ideas, God is cool with it. He/she/it/whatever understands. So whatever it is about sex that is bothering you, forget it." Jared assured her. "I jerk-off all the time!" Jared boasted loudly.

Spade could only stare. So did three other people in the cafeteria who were within the range of Jared's words.

Jared lowered his voice. "...sorry, got carried away there."

Spade blinked. "Quite alright, I suppose." Spade was curious, oddly. "...all the time?"

"Uh, heh heh something like, every day..."

"Every day?...Yesterday?"

"Yesterday at 2pm...my roommate leaves for his 1:30 class. From quarter to two, to 2:30 is Me-Time. In retrospect, I don't really need 45 min."

Spade felt weird about this. Even turned on for a second. But this was a human for crying out loud.

Jared made a bold move, a VERY bold move. "What about you? How's your sex-life?"

"HUMAN YOU ARE OUT OF LINE!" Spade hissed though her teeth. Spade instantly went from a caring, companionate dragoness - to a raging monster. Her facial features hardened, her wings flared out to her sides, her claws dug into the table, and most horrifying of all, her eyes seemed to darken. Jared was very pale. He couldn't move. A lot happened in the 1.8 seconds it took Spade to spit those words out. She wasn't angry with Jared, her outburst was sort of an involuntary reaction stemmed from the way she was brought up. Humans, despite their evolution, were still lower creatures. When one overstepped his bounds in the presence of a higher being, he was to be put in his place. Spade thought a lot during this short amount of time. Why did she have to follow tradition? What marked humans so low? After all, this one was able to put her sexual frustration into perspective. Jared did noting to deserve this.

Spade's features softened, she tucked her wings back and let go of the table. Jared was a lighter shade of pale. He wasn't clinging to the table or anything. He was sitting in a natural position, his head tilted very slightly to one side, his lips were parted a little. But his eyes were saucers. As if he was frozen in the position he was in when Spade lost it.

"Jared! ...Jared, are you ok? Please, I'm not angry. I don't know what came over me."

Jared remained mute.

"Jared...are you there? I didn't mean to scare you." Jared's left hand was resting on the table. Spade clasped it with both of hers. "Say something!"

Spade looked around. What was going on. She never thought she could instill terror in someone like this. What to do? She reached across the table and shook Jared by the shoulder. No result. Spade waved her hand in front of his face. Nothing. Spade got up and walked behind Jared.

"What a day. Who would have thought this would happen?" Spade thought to herself. Spade lifted Jared up by his shoulders and got him to his feet. Amazingly, he stood.

"Jared, are you there now?" Spade asked.

Jared stood but still gave no response. Spade placed her hands on Jared's shoulders and "pointed" him at the door. Spade pushed him a little and Jared's feet worked. He shuffled forward a bit. Spade nudged him again and again Jared moved. Spade was able to "walk" Jared out of the Cafeteria, across the University lawn, and into their dorm. Throughout the trip, Jared was still in zombie land. Spade was at a loss. She didn't know which was Jared's room, so She took him to her own. Spade laid Jared down on her bed and stood there trying to figure out what to do. She could fish around in Jared's pockets and find his room key, try all the doors on the floor until she came to his, lie Jared down in his own bed, and let him wake up on his own. Or, she could keep him here and try to revive him.

Spade paced back and forth. How do you revive a human? If he was a passed-out dragon, it would be easy, a simple revive spell would give him a kick-start. But this was a human. Humans don't react well with magic.

"Think! Think! Think!" Spade shouted in her mind. "Were have I seen this done before." Spade racked her mind. She recalled a sporting even she saw where one of the human players was hit hard, the coach waved a bottle of something under the player's nose, and all was well. "Gosh what was that stuff? Alcohol? Acid...A-something...Ammonia!" Out of pure dumb luck, Spade had a small amount of ammonia on hand. You'd be surprised how useful ammonia is for weaving spells. Think of it as the mystic version of Duct Tape.

Spade wafted the sent of the stuff under Jared's nose. The results were more than positive.

'AHWOFFFFF!!!" Jared came back to the land of the conscious. "Woahhhhhhh"

"Oh, Thank goodness! You're ok!" Spade was so thankful she wrapped her arms around the human.

"Y...e...a..." Jared eyes were watering from the ammonia vapors.

"Jared, I'm so sorry for yelling at you, I didn't mean it." Spade was still clutching him.

Jared was still working on the speaking part. "S'all good Speee"

Spade let go of Jared. He rose to his feet. Spade was sitting on the end of the bed. Jared was still woozy and he was leaning on the wall, trying to keep his balance.

"Maybe I better go...Thanks for helping me back here." Jared staggered out into the hall.

Spade remained to sit on the edge of the bed. She was lost in thought. Where was her raincoat? Oh, she left it back in the Cafeteria. Spade left her dorm and went to retrieve it. Why were dragon / human relations so low? Why did dragons look down on humans? What was all this prejudice for? Spade snatched her raincoat and trudged back up the hill toward the dorm. The wind had picked up again.

As Spade approached her room, she saw she left the door open. Not that it mattered, no one was around. Spade padded in to find Jared standing meekly in her doorway.

"Um?" She began.

Jared held out a catalogue. "Here, you can order custom clothing through this."

Spade took it. "Thank you...Jared please accept my apolo-"

"It's not your fault, let's just forget about it." Jared interrupted.

Spade sat down on her bed and flipped through the catalogue. Jared remained in the doorway. He was leaning on the doorframe, staring at the floor.

"I'm a virgin." Said Spade.

"Wha?" Jared didn't think he heard right.

"You asked me what my sex life was like, I never had sex." Spade was still looking down at the pages, but she didn't notice the products.

"Uh, well if it means anything, so am I. Never had sex." Jared continued to look at the floor.

Spade looked up from the magazine. "It says here, they need specific measurements before you can order garments. Things like, arm and leg circumference, neck and so-forth."

"Yep, they're through." Jared agreed.

Jared swayed back and forth, as if mesmerized by the carpet.

Spade spoke again. "You mentioned before that there were times you wished you were a dragon. Why?"

Jared sighed. "I don't like my species, we're so messed up, culturally and physically. Dragons are . . . cool, perfect even."

"Don't give us that much credit."

"Well you are."

"Humans have good qualities as well. Don't be so hard on your own kind."

"Like what?"

"For one thing, you're warm." Spade smiled

"Whadia mean?" Jared finally looked up.

"Your bodies operate at such a high temperature. You give off a lot of heat."

"How's that a good thing? I much rather have a cooler body temperature like yours."

"You keep using that word, 'cool', why?"

"I dunno."

"Well," Spade looked down at the bed sheet, "When you awoke form you unfortunate sleep, I hugged you, don't take this the wrong way but, your body was like a furnace...." Spade paused, "It was, in a way nice."

"Really? Jared began to get interested, "Well from my perspective, you were like a refreshing AC machine."

Spade looked at Jared and raised one of eye ridges.

Jared took a step towards Spade, "Yea, right that was a corny thing to say........but it's true,." Jared looked up again. "May I see you hand, claw- paw whatever-you-call-it?" He asked earnestly.

Spade held out her hand.

"Face you palm toward me."

Spade did so. Jared pressed his palm against hers.

"What's the point of this?" asked Spade.

"Oh noting, just wanted to feel the difference of temperature again."

Spade responded my curling her claw tips over the tips of Jared's fingers. Her "hand" was large enough.

The two remained like that for a few seconds. Spade spoke first.

"Are you going to put your hand down?"

Jared blushed. "Ok..."

"..."

"Jared put you hand down already!" Spade laughed.

His hand fell away.

"What's it like being a Dragon?"

"That's an odd question."

"Really, what's it like?"

"Why are you so interested in my kind?"

"Why do you know so much about mine?" countered Jared.

"Touché."

More silence ensued. Spade picked up the Magazine again.

"I guess I'm so interested in Dragons because all the social stigmas associated with human kind are not as important within draconic society." Jared started swaying back and forth on his heals again. "With humans it's the little things that make up life. So many of us talk but say little. The average humans rarely sees the big picture, so many of my kind are self-centered "me-monkeys", they think they are sooooo important, they think they have all the answers."

Spade looked concerned. "Go on."

"Whenever one of us thinks he/she has something earth-shattering to blurt out, we will always begin out drivel with the repose; 'I just wanna say...' Take the time to listen to a human debate, you'll be surprised how often that phrase is uttered. There's so MANY of us, how can each human think that he/she is the most important of all?"

"Willful suspension of disbelief." Said Spade. "Your people have survived because the average individual never thinks how insignificant he/she really is."

"Yea!" Jared smiled. "Like it's all that important what we do here and there. The world keeps on turning."

"Very well put." Spade grinned. "You and I could, say...MATE! and Dragon / Human relations wouldn't budge."

This caught Jared's ear. "Wha? What made you say that?"

"It's true." Shrugged Spade. "What?...were you taking me serious?"

"Well, no...not really, I -" Jared stammered.

"You were?" Wow. I was just going to pass that off as a joke... but really, I was thinking... If the little things don't carry much weight. Maybe we could experiment a little."

"Wh- Y,You and I?"

"Well I really like humans, and you said you are fascinated with dragons."

Maybe we're not strangers after all." Jared sat up.

Spade's conscious got the best of her. "Jared, do you really want to this? Maybe this isn't such a good idea."

"Yea, you're right...well, do you really what to do it?"

"...Yes...I do. Although you and I never talked much before, I'll admit, I've been attracted you for a while."

"You know, I really like you too. Not just because you're a dragon, but because you're you: Spade."

The two looked into each other's eyes.

"Wow, I'm really going to get close to a dragon. I can't believe this is happening!" Jared said excitedly.

Spade responded by closing the door.

"So, how you want to do this? Asked spade.

"Uh, may I hug you?" Asked Jared

"Sure."

Spade and Jared waked toward each other, Slowly Jared wrapped his arms around Spade's waist while she put hers at Jared's upper back. Jared had to look up a bit to meet her eyes. Spade nuzzled Jared's hair. She pulled him closer, the warmth of his body met the coolness of hers, Spade loved it. Jared felt the cool skin of her arms at his neck. He could feel her miniscule scales glide along pulling a little as they snagged the small hairs at the base of his head.

Jared had to take a reality check. He broke the embrace. "I just have to convince myself this is for real." He said. "I'm a human, a virgin human no less, about to have sex with a female dragon (also a virgin), who has consented of her own free will...what have we consented to?"

"Everything I guess." Cooed Spade. "If we both agree, we can throw all the rules aside, and do whatever we want. Humans and dragons are not compatible for reproduction anyway. The risks for us are next to none."

"So...we're free to go all out?"

"It seems so." Nodded Spade.

"So, I can do this?" Jared experimentally pressed his hand against Spade's crotch. While his hand was still applying pressure on the outside of her pants, Spade shrugged. "That's ok with me..." Spade did the same to Jared. She felt his penis through his pants, as well as something else.

"May I see what you have?" She asked.

Jared undid his pants. They fell to the floor, then he slid down his underpants. A round and pre-erect phallus flopped out into the open. As he drawers slid further down, a ball sack freed itself and jiggled loose. External testicles, for someone who never saw them, it was quite a sight. Spade was mesmerized.

"Incredible...may I?" Spaded knelt down cupped his balls and hoisted them up. They felt so soft and malleable. She rolled one in-between her fingers, she let them go and watched them bounce. "hee hee...they're so funny looking." She batted his sack to the left and watched it swing back.

"oooh, careful they're delicate." Moaned Jared, He was loving the feel of her clawed hands on is balls. "You can play with my cock too, it's getting hard."

"It sure is." purred Spade. She cradled his member in his hands as blood filled it. Bit by bit it swelled in her hand. Jared was still in disbelief. He loved dragons so much and here was one loving HIM. Jared couldn't resist any longer. He pounced (as much as a human can pounce) upon spade and hugged her as hard as he could. Tears beaded from he closed eyes. Spade, taken by surprise toppled back onto the floor with Jared on her chest.

"My, my!" purred Spade. She squeezed Jared closer and covered him with her wings. He felt the caress of her pliable yet strong wings cover his entire being. She let her feather-ish mane fall and mingle with his hair as she rubbed her cheeks over his forehead, not unlike a cat. His still hardening cock was mashed up against her stomach. Spade could feel the heat from his member being absorbed through her shirt. Jared nestled his face in-between what he though were firm breasts. But something was wrong. He felt no nipples.

"S..pade? Are these...boobs?"

"No, no, these are just my Areoceps, or flight muscles...roll off me and I'll show you."

Jared did so, and spade sat up and worked her shirt off. Jared was amazed; they obviously were not mammary glands. Unlike tits that abruptly jut out from a woman's chest, Spade's Areoceps had a curve so gradual; one had a hard time figuring out where they began. Spade lay down on her back with Jared snuggling up on top. He massaged her flying muscles, much to her delight. He rolled his palms in small circular motions over her powerful curves. Spade was getting hornier buy the second, she arced her back and pushed her chest against Jared's hands.

He rolled his palms in small circular motions over her powerful curves. Spade was getting hornier buy the second, she arced her back and pushed her chest against Jared's hands.

"Mmmh could you apply more pressure? This feels great!" Spade mur-purred.

Jared rubbed his hands harder on her flying muscles. He could feel the individual muscle strands grow taunt under her smooth scales. He ran his along the sides of her chest just in front of her armpits, where he gathered her Aeroceps began. Jared tried to push then together (like one could do with breasts) but he couldn't, the muscles were far too strong to budge. This only excited Spade more.

"*Huf Huf* Push harder on my chest, really, don't be afraid, I've never felt anything like this before!"

"Well o-ok..."

Jared put his shoulders into it and ground his hands as hard as he could into spades flying muscles. Spade's eyes rolled back. The sensations this gave her were nothing like anything she felt before. She pushed her energies into her Areoceps, flexing them and pushing back against Jared's crushing grip. She didn't understand why her flying muscles where giving her so much pleasure, but she didn't care. Spade clawed at the carpet as her muscles began to swell.

"Wha? They're growing?" Jared gasped as spade's Areoceps bulged up.

Spade stuttered, "I don't know what is happing to me...but I love it! Keep rubbing me...!"

Jared mashed his palms down on Spade's chest, as if he was trying to force Spade's muscles back into her chest. They only expanded more. Spade's wings beat against the floor as she arced her back more.

Jared had big boners before, but noting compared to this. He took a moment to pull his eyes away form Spade's now pulsating muscles, to inspect his own throbbing cock. Wow, the tip of it was at his belly button! It bobbed up and down like it was trying desperately to grow bigger.

"Spade I got an idea, er, tell my to stop if I hurt you."

"Okay." Cooed Spade

Jared lay prone on Spade's chest, his cock squashed up on Spade's underbelly. He rested his face on Spade's right flying muscle. Very gently, he nipped his teeth on her powerful swelling bulge.

Spade's eyes shot open. The human's front teeth on her tone chest muscle sent a spike of pure pleasure right through her. Waves of smaller needle-like sensations rippled out from her chest. Spade snapped her arms around Jared and squeezed him against her chest and stomach.

"Mmmph!" Jared's face was buried in-between Spade's Firm, yet yielding curves.

It became more difficult for Spade to keep herself bottled up. The feeling was too much. She felt her crotch heat up more and more. Even though her pants shielded her slit, it still pulsed as if it was being penetrated. Jared's poor cock thumped harder and harder against Spade's smooth stomach. Spade closed her eyed as she felt her lips puff up within her pants. It wasn't long now. Jared's stiff penis continued to rub against her midsection.

"This is it!" Spade thought to herself as she closed her eyes. She felt her power collect inside her crotch. 3...2...1...

"Unnnghhhhhhh" Spade groaned. She pinched her lips tight. And tried to keep her juice from escaping and messing up her pants. It worked for a little but, but she didn't count on herself on cumming so much. Her vaginal cavity swelled full of sweet fluid, and still more came.

"Ohhhh" Spade exhaled as her slit gave way; squirting her cum all over the inside of her pants. She relaxed her grip on Jared. Her pants had a damp stain that ran all the way down to her knees. Jared lifted his head out of Spade's comforting chest. All the two could do was stare into each other's eyes. Jared kissed Spades pared lips and the two embraced ...

To be continued.....