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We are back in the village where Drake lives... where we live... He adjusted the door so that I was able to open it, too. Seemed to be quite easy, but he reassured me that it was safe as only he could modify it.

I lean my laptop bag against the wall in the hallway... later... later I would write them... That my old life had ended... that I would never be able to return... that I am fine... somehow even better than before... Who would believe me? I never had much contact to my family... even when I lived with my mother... but just disappearing? No, that didn't seem like me. "Don't break your head about that yet. I think they should be happy that you are living your dream." "I think I'm going back to bed... It's asking too much of me in such a short time... I feel like breaking apart." Instead of answering verbally, he places his arm on my shoulders and accompanies me to the bedroom. "Need anything? A glass of water? Food?"

"No... thanks..." What I needed now was nothing like that... It was someone who could understand me, someone I could share my pain with... someone... "...like me perhaps?" "That's sweet of you... but..." could he really understand my pain? "No... no I can't... but I can be there for you... listen to you, care for you. I can give you closeness, the feeling of being needed... being wanted... That's all I can do..."

Great Chris, now you are making him depressed. He sighs. I always forget that he can hear my thoughts. I used to have a lot of inner monologues about stuff I didn't want to talk about.

I gently grab his hand and lift it off my shoulders, entering the bedroom alone. I let myself fall onto the bed. As crazy as it might sound, but I want this dream to end. It is what I always wished for in the last years... especially the last weeks since that one comment... even more than just a wish... but I have never thought about the consequences... about what I would miss. I thought I could simply give up my old life, forget about everything, and start a new life with my dragon friend... I was wrong... I... No. I was caught in-between two worlds. The world of the humans, where I spent my last twenty-five years... my whole life so far. The world where I had friends, family, work, dreams... And this world... A dream by itself, but... How should I decide? How could someone expect me to choose one over the other?

I hear him sigh soundly behind the door... he had still been listening... Choice... I had no choice... I don't think I could return to my old body... nor my old life. Not now that I know that dragons are real, but... Argh, why don't I just shut up and try to sleep? Easier said than done. My head swirls with thoughts. Thoughts that drive me crazy. An old saying pops up in my mind... 'Be careful about your wishes, they might come true.' I always thought I had an idea of what it meant, but I never thought it could become like this.

I wake up after a series of confusing dreams... voices nearby. I rub my head. My arm is still covered in dark blue scales... No dream... I get up and haul myself into the kitchen, mostly out of... old habits? I pass by the living room, catch a few words without getting the context. I'd just eat a little something, then go straight back into bed. I don't feel like having company around. Not Drake, not his friends, not anyone else... I just want to be let alone.

I open the fridge. Wow, now that's a heck of meat. Dark red, marbled with light stripes, pink meat... Is there... maybe behind there? ...no, just more meat, almost white in color... Don't dragons eat anything else? Only meat? Never thought I'd say that, but I guess I would miss vegetables... and fruits... even bread, or noodles... "Try the other fridge, right next to you." My heart stops for a moment. I haven't heard him sneaking up on me. "You really don't want to join us? I asked them to come around so you might talk with them." "Me? Why me? I don't know them, why should I talk to them?" "They are like us... one of them was a lost soul until a few years ago. Thought he could help you a little if he answers your questions about how he got used to it." "I'm really not interested in talking. Sorry, but could you leave me alone? I'm in a bad mood." "How long do you want to continue with that? You shouldn't try to keep it to yourself... I don't want you to break because of my decision." "Fine, I'll talk to them. Wasn't even hungry at all..." If that's what he wants... fine. If that stops him from pitying me...

"I'M NOT... I'm not pitying you, okay? I'm just-" "Yeah yeah, just sorry for your decision to rip me out of my old life, I get it." "I need some fresh air. Don't know when I'll be back. If you're going to eat, don't wait for me." He seems upset and leaves the kitchen in direction of the front door which he slams shut. Well, might as well talk to those strangers, if that's what makes him happy.

I walk over into the living room. On the couch are two dragons. A light blue one with darker turquoise belly scales, the other in a light yellow with almost white belly scales. There were many small ivory horns on the edge of his muzzle, pointing down, letting it look like a beard or something like that. "Hi, I'm Chris." I introduce myself, not knowing what I should talk about. The yellow one begins to speak. "Hi Chris, nice to finally meet you in person." Finally? "I'm Azuriel, and this is my soul-mate Mike." I greet them shortly and sit down on an armchair. "So, you already talked about me?" I try to begin this annoying and useless conversation. "Yeah. Well, actually we also helped him finding you. By the way, where is he? He's not preparing more snacks, is he?" "Nah, wanted some fresh air." I don't want them to get involved in our little fight.

"Had an argument, hm?" Azuriel hits the nail on the head. "Probably about the same nonsense as we had back then." Mike laughs, then continues. "I tried to cling to my past, too. Looking back to it I can only laugh at how pathetic I was." So... I am pathetic? Thanks. That's what everyone wants to hear from strangers. "Mike!" Azuriel pushes his mate's shoulder. "Watch your mouth." "Oh, sorry. No, I'm not saying you are pathetic, it just... look... I'm not good with that. But it was hard for me, too. I just thought that I had found my partner for life. She looked great. I was twenty, she had just turned eighteen. Finally we were allowed to do all we wanted. Then Azuriel appeared, out of nowhere. She ran away screaming, but something told me that I wasn't in danger. I approached him while people around were running and screaming. I looked into his yellow eyes, felt their warmth... and melted right away. Like when you look into a puppy's eyes. You just can't resist them." I remember my encounter with Drake. Yeah... Puppy was a good description.

"You had the same encounter, right? Right?" Mike asks smiling. "Yeah... landed on a crowded street crossing, derailing a tram. I left my apartment as if I knew I had to check it. I was shocked when there was this giant red dragon, thought he wanted to eat me. But then he gave me a few licks, wanted to get petted and scratched. Then the police showed up..."

"You don't need to tell us what happened then, we already know that part. Look, I know it's hard. I can't even imagine how hard. I had been given a choice. Az asked me if I wanted to come with him, or forget everything of that. I had dreamed of dragons for... as long as I can remember. I instantly accepted his offer to come with him. Unlike you I had the chance to say no. I only can tell you one thing: I don't regret it. Sure, in the first days... weeks... " Azuriel interrupts him. "Months..." Mike punches his partners shoulder weak, then continues. "Yeah okay... months... Either way, I missed my old life. Az had a hard time. I even ran away from him until I came to realization that this was what I ever wanted. Just as I turned around and wanted to return, he stood behind me, tears in his eyes, welcoming me with open arms." Azuriel pulls Mike closer, gives him a kiss that seems to take forever.

I notice my tail thrashing onto the floor in annoyance. "So you had a choice. That's where we are different." They separate their lips, smiling at each other before Mike looks back to me and answers. "From what I heard, you made the same choice. Why else did you try to protect him after he was already protecting you? It was because you wanted to be with him, wasn't it? Because you wanted to show him how important he is to you, right? Don't lie to yourself. It was no rushed action. You have been dreaming of that for years, probably even cried yourself into sleep for your unrealistic dream. And now you think you would have chosen differently if he had asked you?"

I begin to feel bad. I never looked at it from this point. If he had given me the choice... how would I have reacted? "He was sure you would have chosen him over your lonely old life, that's why he saved your life instead of hoping that human medicine could help you."

Azuriel suddenly stands right behind me, puts his hand on my head and strokes through my scrubby hair. "Listen Chris, we don't force you to accept him, or your new life. We just want to help our friend Drake. If you hate him for misunderstanding you back then, we won't stop you when you walk away. We will care for him, stay best friends with him, help him trying to come over this. But if you had chosen him over your old life... We don't have to tell you what you should be doing right now, right?"

Tears run over my face. They were right. I have chosen him. The moment I decided not to put on my headphones. The moment I did not run away in panic. The moment I listened closely to his strong heart... The moment I told the police to piss off... Every single of those moments was the decision for my life to turn to the better.

Almost stumbling while standing up, I run out of the room, out into the small garden in front of the door. There he is, leaning over the fence door. His whole body tells me that he is sad... that I had hurt him. His head turns around. Glittering traces on his muzzle tell of the tears he had shed.

I stand there, look into his sad eyes, noticing a small smirk asking me for my decision. I am sorry. Sorry to make him feel like that. Slowly I walk towards the fence gate. One step after another, my vision directed at the ground. In the rim of my sight I see Drake lifting his body off the gate, putting a claw on it to open it for me. He was really letting me go? Me? His soul-mate he waited so long for? He would bring such a sacrifice?

I place my claw on his, keeping him from opening the gate. I look him into his watery green eyes. I gulp. Was I really prepared for this? No. No one can be prepared for something like this. Not when it is the first time.

I grab his head with my hands and press my lips on his lips. Without any effort his lips spread, granting entry to me. But this time, it is my turn. It was time to answer his question. Time to tell him that I was sorry for being a jerk, not seeing that I had chosen exactly this.

I have no idea how long this kiss lasted when our lips finally separated. "Drake... I... I..." "I know. You don't need to tell me... I know it." "No, I want to tell you. I want to say it, want to hear it myself from my own lips... that I love you... that I am sorry for making you feel terrible... That I have chosen to spend the rest of my life together... with you. That I am grateful that you saved my life. That you haven't made a single mistake. That I want to share everything with you, every feeling that is out there. That my heart belongs to you."

I am sure he smiled before he pulls me into another kiss. The slippery-wet feeling of his tongue, the gently sucking, the tickling... I guess I could get used to it... ...nonsense... I was already addicted to it.

Clapping sounds make us break our kiss. Azuriel and Mike stand in the door, cuddling, and watch us with bright smiles. "Couldn't have said it any better!" Mike shouts. "Actually... You just hugged me and said sorry..." Azuriel responded. "Aw, come on... I was... shy... back then..." "Yeah... shy and cute... where has that gone?" Azuriel giggles. "Oh no, don't start like that, you know that will have consequences when we are back home!" "Uh, I like 'consequences'." Drake and I begin to laugh about their small fight.

They come over to us and shake hands with us. "Drake, glad you found your mate. Believe me, he's the right one for you." Azuriel gives Drake a hug. "Chris..." Mike begins "... whenever you feel down... just remember your choice. And if you should ever feel like talking about old times, come over. We live just two houses further down the road. We may not have known each other down there, but still we share the same past." He gives me a soft hug which I answer by hugging him back tighter. Then Azuriel and Mike switch places.

"Chris... I am glad you found the answer. Trust me, Drake is a great and loving guy. He might behave like a helpless child sometimes, but that has its very own charm, am I right?" "Thanks Azuriel, for opening my eyes." "I haven't done anything. You did it all on your own. And call me 'Az'... friends call me that way."

I hug Az tight and feel the urge to cry again. "Thanks Az. Thanks." "You're welcome. And as Mike told you: Whenever you need someone to talk to, other than Drake, you are welcome to pay us a visit." Drake and Mike finish hugging as well. Mike opens the gate and drags his partner to the street. "Okay, guess we will leave you two lovebirds alone for now. See you."

I feel the blood rushing into my head. Wait... you are... leaving... al... ready? Drake lays his hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry. Slow and easy. I promised you, right? Now how about breakf... actually it's already lunchtime... What do you want for lunch, hun?" My legs get wobbly as more and more blood seems to rush into my head. And they call Drake a little helpless? That's just because they don't know me yet... "Don't bother about that. I see it like Az: A little helpless is just so sexy... er, I mean... er..." "Stop it, please. Just stop it, okay?" I laugh. This is getting too much for me. I enjoy it somehow, but it just too much.

...so cute when he blushes...

"WHO'S BLUSHING?" I shout out loud, feeling as if every single drop of blood had gathered in my head. "You... you heard that? You really...?" He runs over to me and gives me a very tight hug. "You can already hear me?" "You mean you didn't say that?" Have I really heard his thoughts? "Guess I'll have to hold back even more, now that our connection gets stronger." Hold back... more? What has he been thinking... imagining... He clears his throat and disrupts my thought. "So... lunch... what do you want to eat? Your first real meal as a dragon, you decide."

"I... er... guess you know a dragon's diet better... I'll let you decide." "No, you decide." This would take forever. I was never good at deciding what I wanted to eat. Usually I didn't care and just ate what got served. "Whatever you like the most... something that is served fast. Could eat a whole horse right now."

"Horse, good, that's something I can work with. Let me think..." "Er, Drake... that's just a saying... I didn't mean it like that." "Trust me. The first bites might be a little... strange, but it's almost as beef. Less chewy though. And otherwise... a dragon's diet doesn't differ too much from human food, although we prefer fresh stuff over canned crap. Besides tuna, tuna is always great." "...with lots of onions, and a little cheese... on pizza..." I feel a thread of drool land on my belly. I didn't even notice my muzzle open when it began watering. Drake gives me a smirk and turns around, his tail wagging in joy. I see pictures in my head... food... I see myself eating... was I receiving his thoughts again? The sudden emptiness in my mind only confirms my guess.

A draft of warm air goes through my hair, making me remember that my hair still looked like a drunken hedgehog. I should probably take a shower. I open the door to the house, walk along the hallway. The bathroom... no Drake, don't tell me... This door here?

I open a door to the left, just before the sleeping room. A light marbled floor leads into what is indeed the bathroom. It is huge, compared to the tiny hole in my apartment. A huge shower in the near right corner. To the left a sink with a huge oval mirror. Further in the back something that looks... yeah, that must be the toilet... but why does it look so dif- right... the tail. And in the far right corner I found what seemed to be the most luxurious, in terms of size, bathtub I have ever seen. Probably around four meters long and two meters wide. I smile at the thought what could happen in there.

Rattling noises in the kitchen. Drake must have dropped a few pots after receiving my... quite direct thoughts. I feel a little awkward for being able to think about it as if it was nothing, but when thinking about really doing it... But I just guess that's normal until you have really done it.

The slide-door to the shower opens up easily. I step in and close the door behind me. Two taps to my left, one with a blue dot, one with a red one. Oh my, that would take a while to find a good setting. I took me probably two months in my apartment to memorize the stance of the taps for a comfortable temperature. Well... maybe I have more luck this time. I turn the hot water tap until the pressure feels right, then hastily begin to turn on the cold water to cool it down.

I found a good setting rather quick and begin scrubbing my scaly skin. This is the first time I really get to know my new body. I turn around, letting the water rain down on my back. Still unable to move my wings I use my hands to spread them a little, feeling a tickling something in my back. I try to reach for it, but my arms just won't move there. Again I remember my tail. Maybe I could scratch my back with my tail. I also remember the stupid looking scene at the temple. This time I grab the pipe of the shower with one hand, leading my tail with the other one. This time I manage to hold my balance. Somehow I even get the feeling for my tail and direct it to the itching spot between my wings. I scratch, but the itching does not disappear. Guess it will stop if I stop thinking about it. I look around for some shampoo to clean my hair. Nothing. Only the piece of hard soap that I used for scrubbing my scales. Guess that has to do the job, too.

Now that my hair was soaked in soap, there was still one spot I hadn't paid much attention to. And to be honest, I am a little... scared. How do I look down there? I had seen thousands of pictures of dragon cocks when I was still human. But they were drawings. Dozens of different shapes and sizes. I never liked those dragons with human penises though... I always imagined dragons to have a more exotic... love-tool... than just a plain boring human one. Not that I had been uninterested in those ones.

I look down to where those tinier scales hid the small horizontal slit. So... how do I clean myself there? I push the slit open as I did once before, let it fill up with water, then squeeze it out. That does not feel really cleaning at all. I decide to start stroking myself. Might be a little more than I needed, but it is the only way I can think of getting 'him' out there. And really, it works. First only a small pink tip shows up while I get a throbbing sensation, way stronger than ever before. Then more and more shoves itself out there. I can't tell if this one is a big or a small dick, but in comparison to my human form, this is easily categorized as 'monstrous'.

I still feel the blood flowing down to where the action was. At first my cock looked a bit like a human one, only with a triangle-shaped tip instead of a round head, but as the blood continued to pump in there, small bumps formed on the shaft, forming wave-like patterns. I decide to give myself a few gentle strokes, testing of how it feels.

The first touch makes me moan loud. This sensation is more than I could have ever imagined. It feels as if all nerves of my whole body were concentrated there and send signals of joy, totally overstraining my brain. I now also notice the bumps on the lower side of my cock, strangely remembering me of... stiff... nipples? Four... five... seven of them, nicely lined up on the whole length, pointing towards the base. Probably working like barbs, holding you inside of your partner.

But my body still pumped more and more blood into my member until I realize the big knot that formed just at the outside of my slit, making it impossible for me to stuff it back. I panic at the thought that a dogs knot could take a long time before deflating. Should I keep showering for the next hour just so Drake would not have to see me like this? I really like him... love him... but... I can't just walk towards him for lunch with such a massive erection poking out. It just isn't right. Not like this.

'Luckily' my blood decides to flow back into my head as I realize that Drake probably received a large portion of what I had been thinking about the last minutes, making my cock retract back into my slit in almost no time.

Sorry Drake, I didn't... didn't... want... I'm... Sorry? No response... I hastily wash the soap out of my hair and get out of the shower. After rubbing my hair almost dry I want to continue drying my scales, noticing that they are already dry. That's handy. I open the window to let the humidity escape, then walk in front of the mirror.

Should have gone to a hairdresser long before... I usually like my hair shorter, like one or two inches long. That way I have not to care too much about drying them, not to mention my hairstyle. It also felt better to let ones fingers drive through them. Well, maybe I find someone who cuts them for me. Maybe Drake? Right... Drake. Lunch!

I look around for my shirt. Ah, right. I don't wear clothes anymore. It still feels strange to run around nude in front of others, but it seems to be normal here. I look down at me for a last time, checking that there is no pink showing up on my blue scales. Good.

Drake sits in the kitchen, waiting for me. Telling form the steaming chunk of meat on the plate he wasn't waiting for long. "Just got finished. You... found everything?" he stutters. I sit down next to him and take a nose full of his cooking. It smells great, although... there is a tiny little... trace... of... burnt meat? Wow, I would never have noticed that with my human nose.

"Well, I... I got... a little distracted... for a moment." I knew it... he had seen it, maybe even felt it. "Drake, look... I'm sorry... I just... This is all still so new for me, really." He giggles. "But at least you are now nice and clean, right?" He used this faintly seducing voice again. He has been waiting so long, always expecting to finally meet his partner... me... While I never expected to find someone I like enough to share this with. Would I match his expectations? "You already exceed them. Exceeded them in the moment we met. I was a little scared that you might run away... but when you snuggled close to me..." he begins to rave.

"Stop it, would you? Let's eat before it gets cold." I can easily tell that he was aroused from my little self-inspection in the shower and have to laugh. He probably did not want to wait a single second longer, making me feel sorry for him.

I take a bite of the steaming and dark meat in front of me. A juicy and dense taste fills my mouth. It does indeed taste a little like beef... but different. And it's really soft.

"Da's yummeh." I tell him without swallowing before. "That's really... awesome. It's not just my new senses, is it?" "Cooked with lots of love." He smiles at me before taking his first bite. With mixed feelings about his answer I give the side-dish a try. A simple salad. Tomato, cucumber, bell peppers... I can't tell what this is, though. Doesn't matter. I give it a try. Again my senses start sending explosions of feeling into my brain. I can taste the faintest notes of tastes. And there is this sweet taste in the background. Like... apples? Never expected apples in such a salad.

"Like it? I know it's a little crazy, but you have to try it before you start complaining." "I'd like to say I was speechless, but then I couldn't tell you... er... actually... I could... damn it." Drake laughs again. I really like his laughing. It has such a soft tune to it and spreads so much warmth. Pouting a little, I take another bite of the horse-meat, let it melt on my tongue.