Wish for a Dragon
Story by ShorkScribbles on SoFurry
Longing for an impossible wish? Your Wish Dragon is here to fix it!
Wish for a Dragon
Longing for an impossible wish? Your Wish Dragon is here to fix it!
“Urgh… I wish I could be like them!”
“Oh? Is this time?”
Cramped, restrained, fighting against the confines of the clay… Long felt his back would hurt the moment he got out of that prison. But as soon as he heard that voice, that “wish”, the Dragon was thrilled. He adjusted his mustache, smoothed his goatee, checked his mane, and breathed against his hand to make sure he had a good breath. And then, with that certainty… The Dragon pushed against the teacup’s top.
“Here we goooo! Freeedom!”
With a blast of pink fumes, the Dragon ascended through the air, popping the top of the teacup and flying up. The pink cloud extended onward and upward, following Long’s curve as he outstretched his arms and made himself look as big and imposing as a Dragon would be.
His smile was impeccable, his attitude fitting, and he had done everything so he would look like the perfect wish Dragon for a true lord.
“Greeeeeeeeetings, great master! I heard you, and your wish will be… Granted?”
As Long’s eyes focused, opening like his arms, his vision was assaulted in… White. White tiled ceiling. White tiled floor. White walls with the barest of shelves on them. White pieces of furniture. A white bed without any canopy. White… Desk?
“Urgh.”
The only color amidst all this was black… Well, a black rectangle with light coming from it. And another black… metal box that made the sound of thunder. And a chair with little wheels under it. Quite a strange sight for the Dragon who would have frowned and squinted… Only to have his eyes peering at a human…
In his thirties, big glasses, black short hair, pudgy face with a broad nose, tiny eyes, swollen lips. He didn’t look like a lord.
“Oh… A peasant. A dirty peasant,” mumbled Long as he looked at the naked and glabrous human who had been stroking himself all that time. Legs spread, with one foot even resting over an armchair, the human had been masturbating with one hand while using the other to hold onto a tiny object on the desk.
Strange way to do so, but still. It was obvious that peasant had been “enjoying” himself since he was red-faced, agape, and yet… had his tiny dick dripping all over his hands.
“The… Fuck?” finally answered the Human, his movements coming to a stop, whether it was hands or feet.
“Oh… This will be very long.”
Long sighed, exhaled, joined his hands in an expression of inner serenity before he forced a smile, raised his brows, and leaned forward.
“Greetings again, great Master! I am… Your Wish Dragon! Please, take this teacup, say your three wishes, and I shall be out of your life!”
All the while Long was giving his speech, his tail snatched the teacup and presented it to the human, handing it to him. Or rather, dropping it on his pudgy chest, right on the collarbone.
“I-… uh…”
“I. Am. A. Wish. Dragon. Make your three wishes!” continued Long, leaning further and further until that human shrank in his chair. No longer was he stroking himself, and his softening cock proved it was the least of his worries. The little guy even readjusted his glasses with his sticky fingers, eyeing left and right.
“I. Hmm… I need to go to the bathroom. Can I do that?”
“Sure. You can handle your needs outside. I will not leave,” said Long, catching the teacup that was about to slide off the Human’s chest as he left and ran away, going through… Another white door.
“This will be… Tedious. But you can do it, Long. Last one. The last one and you’re free!”
Without a break, Long shook his hands in anticipation, his scaly claws digging into his paws as he tried to contain his joy and desire to cry. Finally, one master. He only needed to fulfill his wishes, and he’d be free.
That said, the human was taking his sweet time. And the sound of running water was insistent. “He has a river outside his house? That house must be better than I thought, huh.”
Insistent enough, Long approached the door, passed his hand against it to make it slide… Then, tried to push it. He looked up and down, then saw the knot he had poked, touched, and pulled on it.
“I- I don’t know what’s happening to me. Can you- Can you send someone here? Please. It’s the-“
“Masteeeer? Greaaaat Master? Are you done?” asked Long, finally giving up and turning into smoke. He slipped under the door to be then welcomed with another white environment. White tiles, white floor. White light. Clearly, they were not outside. And the sound of running water came from a sort of furniture? Or a block of wood attached to a wall with a steel protuberance?
“Oh? What’s this? A river on command? How is this possible? And what’s this? Who are you talking with, Master?”
“He’s… he’s here. The Dragon. He’s talking with me.”
“Of course I’m talking with you. What’s that thing?”
With a quick hand, Long snatched the rectangle the peasant talked to. Light was coming from it, and there was one word written on it.
“Police?”
“Allo? Sir? Are you hearing me? You said a Dragon is talking to you?”
“AH! MAGIC!”
With a cry, Long threw that cursed trinket away, watching it break against a wall, spit out sparks before black smoke started to ascend from the cracked shape.
“MY PHONE!”
“Wait, Great Master! It’s cursed! See! Those are flames! Cursed flames!”
“MY PHONE! YOU BROKE MY PHONE!”
What followed then was an attempt for the human to handle the little fire coming from the ‘phone’. His reaction was just as extreme as Long’s, although what he did was mainly cry and throw the rectangular block into the ‘river-on-command’.
With his fingers, the Human amplified the flow of water inside the bowl. The water no longer vanished. It pooled instead, drowning the ‘phone’ until the smoke disappeared.
“Great job, Great Master! You handled that cursed trinke-“
“Shut up! My- My phone is ruined!”
“Your… phone?”
“My phone! You destroyed it! You owe me one!”
“Pfhr! Absurd. I’m-“
“You’re a Dragon! But you ruined my phone!” shouted the Human, pointing at Long despite being in his birthday suit. “You owe me! A phone! Fuck! How can I contact my clients now?”
“All this for a block? Fine.”
“Fine. Here, master. A rightful compensation! Have your ‘phone’!”
With a snap, Long summoned another block. But this one was of pure marble, rightly from the richest quarries in western China. Nothing would be as valuable as jade or gold. But it was a block of white material. Must have been marble or something.
And yet… The Human scowled, trying to lift it for a second.
“That’s not my phone!”
“Well! It looks like it was before! It’s made of marble! It’s even better than whatever stone you used before! Don’t worry, don’t worry. It is my generosity. But now… Now… You can make your wishes!”
“Ah, he should thank me. Marble is too good for a peasant.”
Silence. Agape jaw. Frowned brows.
“What? It’s not good enough? I could make it in plain white stone,” said Long, snapping his finger to change the marble to limestone.
“It’s. Ah. Do you even know what a phone is?”
“Your thingy? Yes. I see what’s a phone! It’s a thing that… Speaks to you.”
“No! It’s a device I use to take and receive calls!”
“… Calls?”
“To talk with my clients!”
Long frowned a bit, then hit his palm with a clenched fist.
“Got him!”
Then, to offer his most charming smile, Long leaned and grinned, arching his brows.
“Well. Fret not. Because I can give you the power to communicate with all your… clients! From one end of China to the other end, I can grant you the wish to communicate with them. Isn’t it great?”
His brows even bounced as he tried to make himself look more charming.
But no, his Master huffed and growled, stepping closer to Long… And pushing him away before turning the knob.
“That’s how that door works, then.”
The peasant stomped on, returned to his desk, and quickly swept the teacup onto it to type on another black block with little pads on it. There was a character stamped on each pad. And that peasant was typing as fast as possible by pressing those ‘pads’.
“Great Master? Isn’t it better than a vulgar… phone?”
“No. I must warn them, I cannot answer my calls.”
“But… You said?”
“I said I cannot receive calls, but I can communicate with them,” scoffed the Human, pressing one button and then turning to the Dragon, joining his hands over his chest. “Fine. What do you want now?”
“Well? What I?” scoffed Long, reaching for his chest and then frowning… And shaking his head. “I am Long, your Wish Dragon! And I am here to fulfill your three wishes! Do you want to be strong like a thousand men? Done! You wish to be rich beyond anything you imagined? Done! You wish-“
“Stop! Break! Break!” shouted the Human, making a T sign. “Long? That’s right? That’s your name?”
“Yes. Indeed! That’s me! You are learning quickly for a peasant!”
“I…” exhaled the Human, pinching his nose. “How long have you been…”
“Imprisoned in this teacup?” asked Long, offering the teacup back to the Human, who pushed it aside.
“Yes. In the teacup.”
“I don’t know. What year is it?”
“It’s the year… Twenty twenty-three.”
“I returned to the past?”
“What?”
“Two thousand twenty-three?” tried the Human, wincing.
“Is this even possible? I did it myself? I can return to the past? Maybe I could return to my past?”
“Huh…”
“Wait,” said the Human, raising an eyebrow and typing while glancing at the illuminated rectangle. On it, Long could see shining forms appear, and on one was written Baidu. Then, after a few more typing, the Human turned back to Long. “It’s the year… Four thousand seven hundred and twenty. From the old calendar.”
But Long’s eyes had already drifted away from his Master. Rather, he had been focusing on something behind the calendar the Peasant had been deciphering.
“Very… Odd.”
Aaaand there was a drawing of a muscular and fit Dragon. A complete representation of a black-scaled Dragon with a broad chest, powerful arms… And a veiny, steamy, drippy, massive, red erection. Something that was-
“Ah! Finally, you make sense! Silly Master. You tricked me!” laughed Long, shaking his head and mane while stretching.
As an eastern dragon, his body was serpentine, except covered with pink scales from which sprouted a soft fur, making him look and feel smoother. Almost too cuddly, he would say. Nevertheless, he relaxed and passed his hands behind his head and horns, sighing.
“It must have been…. Four hundred years since I have had a master. Are the Shu still a-… Wait? Four hundred years? I have been kept in that Teacup for so long?”
The Human grimaced, then nodded.
“It seems so. So… You don’t know anything about modern appliances at all? Phones? Computers?”
“Not at all. What’s all this?”
“Oh… It’ll take a long time.”
-
“So, with that system, you can get anything from the outside world?” asked Long, happily slurping on the noodles. It was greasy, salty, and overly sweet. But Long’s previous chief was dead for a while, and having something in his stomach was relief for the Dragon as he flew above his Master.
Haru was his name.
Not a native of China, it was certain after hearing his accent that Haru came from the island of Japan. Or so Long believed. It had been a few years since Haru settled here. And from what he told, he was an artist sought by many.
His place didn’t have any canvas or anything, but Long was almost believing him since he was capable of summoning servants by typing on that “keyboard”, viewing the world from afar with it, and so on.
“Maybe he’s a sorcerer. Better not to ask, or I will be cursed again.”
“So. Haru. Great Master Haru!”
“Just Haru,” groaned the above-mentioned.
“Haru. Haru. Have you thought about your wish?”
“Hmm. You said I got three wishes. I can wish anything?” he asked, not even bothered by the fact that some of that greasy sauce was dropping onto his chest while he slurped on the noodles.
“Well. I cannot make someone fall in love with you,” said Long, raising his fingers. “No resurrection. No wishes ‘I want more wishes’. And I can’t kill anyone.”
“No one?”
“No one. Do not even try it.”
Haru shrugged and returned to his meals, while tapping on his “keyboard” words along the line of ‘Wish Dragons exist?’ or ‘Three wishes? Idea?’ or even ‘What’s the best superpower?’
“It won’t be as easy, Long. That guy won’t even ask for money.”
More than that, Long kept eyeing the ‘screen’ and seeing that Dragon in one corner. It kept titillating him in a way he’d never seen. Were humans so much into Dragons? But why was he surprised yet curious? Plus, those genitals? They were so massive and so bothersome to obtain. How could one even walk with them?
“Haru?”
“Hmm? Yes, Long?”
“What’s this?” asked the Dragon, pointing at the artwork.
“Hmm…”
Haru was lost. His mouth opened and closed, gulping air. He tried to look away, then Long, only to settle to look slightly to Long’s left.
“After all. I can talk to you about it since nobody can hear you.”
Only the teacup owner was able to see Long, unless he manifested. But such action was tedious, and he preferred to be done with the wishes than to speak to mortals.
“I won’t tell anyone, Master!”
Still… Haru frowned and then returned to his screen. The artwork returned to the front while Haru typed, selected, went from rectangle to rectangle until… Another picture of a Dragon appeared.
However, that one was way different. Instead of a single muscular Dragon, it was a Dragon squatting in a submissive position: legs open and spread, hands raised and bending like a dog. More than that, there was the shining texture on all that body, and the fact that those genitals were held in a black orb, instead of being visible. Or so thought Long as he squinted, twisted, and observed.
“Hmm. This is my art. What my clients pay me to draw,” explained Haru, shaking his head as he went for another artwork. This time, it was a bear whose face was masculine but whose body was curvy and almost feminine.
A vision striking, Long, odd, strange, yet exciting, as the gallery continued. A green-skinned human having a fist up his ass. Then, a large humanoid Tiger gets fucked by two humanoid bulls.
No. Anthros, as Haru called them.
The flow of art continued, with Haru showcasing such an extensive gallery of potential men. And it didn’t take much for Long to notice the Human was starting to become erect and excited while the flow went over ‘aliens’, creatures from another fictional world, or ‘dinosaurs’, lizards from before the humans.
“Absurd. But people have grown… Inventive.”
Before his eyes, Long observed another Eastern Dragon, similar to him, bound with ropes and forcefully impaled on a cock. Whoever cock it belonged to, it didn’t matter as Long huffed and felt… Bothered. And a bit excited down the loins.
“That’s… Quite extensive. And people are paying a lot for this?”
“That’s how I paid my place,” chuckled Haru, pointing to the whole “apartment”. However, the place was relatively empty and lacked everything a good man needed in his life: a family, the presence of his grandparents, and maybe a few animals.
“It must be different in Japan.”
“That’s good! But you don’t want to do more? Tell me! You’ve been thinking about your wish, haven’t you?” asked Long, shaking his fists in excitement.
“I… Did. While I went over my gallery. Long… You can realize any wish, right?”
“As long as it doesn’t involve murder, love, more wishes, or death.”
“Can you… Grant me the power to change shape?”
“Sure, I could! Wait- Change shape? You could be rich. You could be powerful. I can even give you a Kingdom!”
The Dragon spoke, then frowned… Then snapped his fingers, sparks coming from them.
“What am I saying? Here! Have your wish!”
“That’s it?”
“… That’s it.”
Haru passed his hands over his body, checking it. He passed them over his moobs, over his flabby belly, over his face. And then, he frowned.
“Why am I still me?! Why am I not what I want?”
“Stupid mortal.”
Long rolled his eyes, then pointed to the screen at an artwork of an anthropomorphic lion pleasing himself. Except that Lion didn’t have a cock but a vulva he fingered.
“Look at the picture and imagine it’s you. Close your eyes.”
“I trust you, Long,” said Haru with a sigh, closing his eyes.
For a moment, Long floated around, crossing his arms. Granting someone the ability to shapeshift was great, but not everyone had the finesse for it.
And for a moment, he thought it would be wasted on Haru.
A thought proven false when Haru’s hair started to turn white. White from the roots down to the ends. Ends that were stretching as that hair grew. And grew. Not only from the scalp, flowing over the shoulders like a mane. But also on the Human’s face.
The white fur first appeared on the forehead and the cheeks, but soon began to spread in all directions like a wave. In its wake, whenever it touched the face, it followed other changes.
Haru’s face began to elongate, his skull to adapt and move onward with his jaws protruding. Followed the nose that continued to expand and widen, but also took a pinkish coloration, while the nostrils flattened and merged with the face.
The Human’s ears seemed to disappear, swallowed by the mane, only to reappear a few seconds later atop the head, fluttering as if to push the mane away from the tufty-ended auricles as they became more feline.
The mouth stretched on the left and right, opening further and further while the Human’s teeth became jagged and dangerously pointy, with two fangs even protruding from the lips like fangs.
“What a strange feline you drew,” commented Long by comparing the artwork to Haru himself.
So far, the changes had been similar to the face, with those arched and well-defined brows, almond-shaped eyes, and even the whiskers.
But the fur continued to grow and spread, going down the chin and the growing goatee to expand on the Human’s chest. And those pectorals, under the fur, started to widen and thicken. They became firmer and more defined, with the muscles merely underlined by the fat, rather than hidden by it.
As that ‘touch’ expanded on the arms, they too began to stretch and grow. All of Haru’s body was growing, as he became taller and more muscular. Where the fur reached, from the arms to the spine, everything was more defined, drier; the skin and fat disappeared under the fur and the muscles.
The abdominal waist was redefined, the love handles gone. The thighs thinned a bit, and the posterior lost its flabbiness.
Then… As the fur stretched down the legs, transforming the plantigrade feet into their digitigrade counterparts with pink paws, the fur spread… Between the legs, swallowing the groin.
“It is happening. He can do this.”
“Oh… S-Shit,” moaned Haru, breathing loudly as his cock throbbed with life. Blood rushed to it, causing the organ to rise and point outward, its reddish tip already covered with pre-ejaculate fluid.
One instant, the Human soon-to-be-Lion moaned. The second, his groin contracted, his testicles were pulled closer, and one ejaculation flew across the air. The white jet flew almost upward and directly landed on the “screen”.
But far from being over, that one ejaculation became manifold. Completed as Haru leaned on the chair, his fingers opening and closing on nothing while his ejaculations continued… And with it, his cock seemed to shrink.
To shrink further and further… To go from a relatively small mast to a tiny nub, one that was almost merging with his glabrous scrotum… And did.
For a second, Long was curious whether Haru had entirely lost his cock or not. And in fact, he did lose it. The cock was gone, nothing but a little nub of skin atop the shrinking testicles as they were merging with the groin and then disappearing inside.
Then, as if on cue, the scrotum split open to reveal a hole. One hole that was growing inward, while the edges of it were growing and reshaping, folding upon itself to become a perfect copy of the vulva the Lion was playing with in the picture.
“It… Smells so good.”
But now… At that moment, it was the real thing. It was a real vulva whose scent assaulted Long’s nostrils as he watched and… Couldn’t stop approaching his muzzle, his curiosity stricken by the vision, the change.
All that body had been changing in a matter of minutes; those changes happened so quickly. And now, Haru was the perfect copy of what he’d drawn… Except for the cum over his legs and the chair… And the sweat-caked strands along his inner thighs, his armpits, and his backside.
He exhaled, throwing his head back, and smiled, opening his eyes.
“It’s… It’s real,” moaned Haru, lifting his hands to see them. To see those pads on the palm and along the fingers, then over his arms.
He then jumped to his feet, unbothered by the thunder of his added weight on the tiled floor. He moved, adjusted, even bounced while unbothered by his unruly and newly added tail, sweeping the air behind him and narrowly knocking the teacup off.
“It’s so fucking great!” shouted Haru, his voice even deeper as he lifted his arms… And dropped them as he glanced at Long, watching the evidently flustered expression on the Dragon’s face. Those brows had dropped, and those cheeks were redder
“That’s… A good thing. Are you happy with your first wish?”
“If I am? It’s… Almost perfect,” grunted Haru.
And Long watched.
“He… Can you already do that?”
Watched as he saw the Lion’s clitoris expand and the labia closing in. With each breath, the Lion’s powerful chest lifted, and some squirts dripped from his vulva as it was closing… As the lips merged back together, the skin started to sag. The fur quickly covered the sack as it dropped, forming a defined scrotum filled by two enormous testicles that were practically the size of iron balls. Then, of apples imported from the West. Peaches. And finally beyond.
Long couldn’t stop glancing as those testicles continued to grow and grow, to dangle heavily between the legs while Haru’s erection reappeared with a vengeance.
Instead of a tiny nub, or a relatively small cock, Haru was getting bigger and bigger. Soon enough, his cock was almost as wide as an arm and long as a leg as it pointed up, the massive tip practically at the perfect level for the Lion to lick.
“Isn’t it too big?” asked Long, arching a brow. And nevertheless, feeling his loins stir even though he turned them away from Haru.
“Too big? Maybe? But it’s so good,” said Haru, planting his face against his erection, hugging it and squeezing it, even licking the shaft for a second as precum spurted all over his face, coating his fur and traits. Even his nostrils were covered, and a gargle escaped Haru as he peeled his head back and sneezed.
“That’s on you to have a sensitive nose.”
“Good?”
“Practically,” commented Haru, grinning entirely as he hugged his cock for ten more seconds, before the shaft visibly shrank.
It shrank, was reduced, was limited… Until the length was far more suitable for someone of human size. However, it seemed the ratio testicles to cock was imperfect as those testicles were bigger. But it still made Long’s groin burn as he coughed, and hid his smile.
“I guess it is pleasant enough for you, Haru. Anything you’d like to wish?”
“Anything else? Hmm… Maybe it can work,” said Haru, grinning as he lifted his nose and sniffed. He inhaled, then smiled more broadly. “My nose is more sensitive.”
“That’s great. But what’s your wish?”
“I can smell when someone is excited, too,” chuckled Haru, his almond-shaped eyes brimming with malice.
Malice as he stroked his cock, letting it change. One second, spines covered it. Another, it had an elongated foreskin. The third, it was flared. It changed quickly, only to end with a cut cock with a broad tip, a defined corona, and a wide urethra that spurted precum all over the floor.
“Not bad. Not bad at all. He knows his type.”
Those changes? Long had been glancing at them with interest, unable to peel his eyes away. And the moment he looked up, glanced at Haru, he knew he had been caught.
“It’s… hmm… Only natural. For me to be interested in what my Master changes in himself,” said Long, glancing away.
“You asked first about the Dragon. And you are constantly eyeing me.”
“No, I’m not. You are merely… Flaunting those details.”
“I saw you. I opened my eyes when I got my cunt.”
“No! I didn’t!”
“Yes, you did!”
“No!”
“Yes!”
“No!”
“Oh yes, you did! And right now, I can smell you’re all wet there. You have… Hmm… A slit right!”
“No!” shouted Long, his body contorting and his hands instinctively going for his groin, hiding it.
“Are you into men, Long?” asked Haru, his smug smile not even hiding as he approached, his grubby hands getting closer. Even when Long smacked them.
“I promised myself never to fault for it!”
“You diiid it, then!”
“And what about you? You! You pervert! You are asking a… A dragon the first day you meet him! Aren’t you ashamed? You- You should ask me for dinner first!”
That seemed enough to calm Haru, whose hands dropped. Even his excitement, too, a bit. He wasn’t as hard, and his cock was pointing down.
For a second, the large Feline scratched his neck while glancing down.
Silence. An awkward silence.
“Hmm… So. You’re into men?” asked Haru, his voice low.
“Heavens! Haru! Yes! I am into men, too!”
“An-“
“Yes, we will do it!”
Maybe Haru was asking for something else. But it didn’t matter. The end result was Haru got thrown on the bed, the furniture creaking and barely enduring the massive weight upon it. The Feline’s legs were spread, his tail swinging. Even his ears were twitching as he sat up and faced Long.
Long, who was evidently looking flustered, his mane standing up as much as the fur all over his body, as he flew above Haru.
“Look. This is only a one-time deal. I had some bad experiences with my former masters. I will tell you how to please a Dr-Hrmph!”
As Long was about to explain, his hips were grabbed by the Lion’s powerful hands. The grip was firm, but the claws controlled so they wouldn’t pierce the scales or flesh. There was haste but no precipitation, desire but no folly. Yearnings but controlled.
Controlled as Haru brought Long’s body closer to his face and inhaled, unable to resist the appeal.
Right on the underside, where the scales were the thinnest and so was the fur, there was a moist spot. One reeking spot, too, with a spicy scent the Feline was picking up. The fur there was drenched, and with a huff, it was possible to push the fur aside enough to peer at the entrance there.
At the thin and discreet slit formed between the scales, at the purplish and drippy flesh inside. And at that cocktip peeking through.
“He will bite or go like a brute. You’ll regret it, Long.”
The Lion threw his face forward. But instead of biting or pulling… The Lion’s lips locked on the tip and the slit, and began to suckle. He suckled with his lips closing in and applying the utmost suction. One suction completed by a few gulps as Haru swallowed the precum that was oozing from the slit and that cocktip, from the fluids that had been inside the slit since Long left the teacup…
The taste must be extremely salty, but Haru kept swallowing and gulping it down with only his tongue tip nudging the edges of that slit… The tip of that cock he lovingly covered with saliva while… Purring.
“Hh… S-Slower, Haru,” moaned Long, putting his hand on the Feline’s shoulders to stay steady. Flying was getting hard, and his body was already burning… Burning with lust, as his cock was sucked with such focus.
And of course, such focus was to be rewarded.
Not willingly. But as the pressure grew and blood rushed to Long’s erection, the cocktip slipped through the slit. No longer peeking, his erection grew beyond the confines of his flesh. The organ, pretty lengthy, was spreading the lips and invading the mouth. And far from stopping at the tongue, the tip poked at the Lion’s uvula and then… Beyond.
But no gargle.
“How… Can he do this?”
Long’s mouth split into a grin as the suction on his slit reached its apex and then stopped as the lips released their grip on the edge and instead focused on the Dragon’s cock.
It was no longer a suction. It was a full fellatio. Long felt as if that mouth, elongated and dexterous, was offering him a massage he couldn’t have found in the last centuries.
A massage that was practically divine as that head bobbed back and forth, maintaining that suction that pulled on the flesh itself, titillating the length from the base to the tip whenever Haru was about to pull back.
But he didn’t, he wouldn’t. If the cock was about to depart from his lips, it was then to impale his mouth and throat on the length, gargling and gurgling on the enormous cock the Dragon possessed.
There was no restraint or break whatsoever, either, as Haru bobbed his head and smacked his chin against the slit. Even when hitting his chin, there was only a grunt from the Feline while he kept his lips so tight, it was even pulling on the flesh.
But Long exhaled, closed his eyes, let his hands drop beside his elongated body. No… he even went as far as relaxing his muscles, almost all of them, and letting his head drop. Drop drop. Drop until he had his mane dangling from his back and head, the horns pointed down, and saliva dripping from his upper lip onto the white floor.
His body was shaken, taken by the multiple shocks coming from his groin. Whether with his legs, stupidly kicking the air. Even his arms moved from those shocks. But his stubby fingers remained limp as long as he was blissful… And smiling. Grinning. Sighing. Exhaling. And finally, blissful.
“Good mouth.”
Blissful he remained when the pressure within his groin, the shocks, finally disappeared. Followed then the intense wave, the flood.
The Dragon’s mouth opened ever more, the lower jaw forced to raise while the tongue lolled out and almost met with the nostrils.
But even the warm saliva dripping over his nose wasn’t enough to make Long snap back. His hips weakly humped, moving like they had a mind of their own, and his cock ejaculated right into Haru’s mouth.
He didn’t even snap out of it when hearing the moans and groans from Haru as he swallowed and gulped down the constant flow of Dragon seed.
It was a constant fight for the Feline to get it all, his cheeks swelling in between each deglutition. Such pressure, such flow couldn’t merely be contained, and as obviously guessed, some of that fluid dripped down the Lion’s cheeks.
Nevertheless, Haru continued.
Whether in sucking, in bobbing his head back and forth, or in gulping down the flow that wasn’t seeming to stop. After centuries in his prison, the Wish Dragon had been more than pent-up. And though it wasn’t endlessly building up, it was enough to be the most powerful and intense orgasm he’d experienced from his last lives as a Wish Dragon.
Enough for the Dragon to close his eyes and almost feel himself swallowed by the pleasure, his body working on its own… On its own until he felt a finger poke at his face.
“Are you there?” croaked a voice. Haru’s, but far deeper and croakier.
One eyelid opened, and Long turned, twisted, flew, without even moving his hips from where they were. And he faced Haru, or rather had his muzzle right by the Lion’s face while Haru was still licking Long’s slit. His face was covered with seed and reeked as much. Some of that cum had dribbled all over that muscular chest and torso… But there was even more from between those legs, under that swollen belly. And with a cursory glance, Long confirmed what it was: Haru pleased himself, and as such, a few white lines had been traced over the tiled floor. White lines that were just as steamy as the seed sticking to the Feline’s fur.
A Feline who smiled and leaned forward, kissed the Dragon’s slit and then, the Dragon’s muzzle.
“Hey-hey-hey!” recoiled Long, feeling his fur sticking to his face even as he tried to wipe it, but it only spread the mix of cum and saliva on his fingers as he growled. “What was that?”
“A kiss?”
“Yeah, a kiss,” said Long. “Don’t start with me on kissing and feelings, Haru.”
“You don’t like them?”
“No. It’s… It’s something I don’t… like,” grumbled Long, shaking his head. “Was it good?”
“Maybe Dragon seed doesn’t taste as bad. Maybe that bastard was wro-“
“Good? It was excellent,” chuckled the Feline, wiping his mouth while his fur seemed to recede and his human traits to reappear. “Can we do that again?”
“Is that a wish? You have two left, Haru.”
Wish for a Dragon 2
A new lifestyle opens up for Long: modeling!
Long sighed, sighing as loudly as he wanted, since nobody could hear it. However, it was not something he enjoyed willingly as he was clenching his thighs as hard as possible, forced to walk like peasants, like Haru had asked of him.
And he grumbled.
“So sticky. So hard. He needs to get it out.”
“How did you convince me to do this?” scoffed the frustrated Dragon, feeling the urge to grip onto his thighs and his slit.
He wanted to use his stubby little fingers to pull on the scales covering his groin, prying on the slit’s edge, and yanking the plastic contraption Haru had inserted inside. It was a cage, he said, or something like that. But he never mentioned the little vibrating ball he added inside.
While Long walked forward despite his swaying thighs, he released a constant trail of musky fluids that were starting to get whiter. He didn’t have to bother to check… He heard the comments from the other travelers as they rode in the tube of metal Haru called a “metro”. Whatever it meant.
“Because you love being teased. And you love my mouth,” whispered Haru in return, having that thin smile and his eyes glimmering gold. He was getting good at this shapeshifting thingy, enough to have some parts of his body changing. Only some parts, like his tongue, that slipped out of his mouth and dangled for a second, almost as a request. No, like an order.
And Long felt the ball in his groin vibrate with a growing intensity as he was forced to fly closer to Haru, forced even to latch onto his head so as to keep steady while they were “going up the escalator”, whatever the contraption was making them go higher.
In that posture, with his face almost covered, Haru couldn’t see anything. But the other travelers were not even noticing when his tongue moved, coiled, and poked at the invisible cage, at the plastic that was pressing against Long’s inner walls. And finally, the little ball nudged inside the contraption.
For a second, Long started to moan and even swatted someone’s face with his tail, producing a commotion when that old Asian lady turned while holding onto her hat, solely to see Haru closing his mouth and trying to act innocent despite the “fluids” sticking to his face.
A huff later, and she turned back, while Haru stifled a laugh, and so did Long.
“Don’t worry, Long. Next time, it’ll be my turn,” chuckled Haru as he presented his phone and pressed one button. Instantly, the cage started to vibrate and bounce due to the ball attached to it. It yanked and pushed and pressed against Long’s inner walls while the Dragon bent over, covered his slit… And allowed one drippy trail of cum to follow him as he flew beside Haru, incapable of controlling his orgasm.
Of controlling that pleasure while his eyes rolled, and yet, he continued to fly forward, following Haru outside the tunnel and on… A place.
“Where are we… going?” asked Long, trembling while his hands were again digging into his cage.
“A shop I found,” explained Haru, smiling and checking his phone. Only to continue on the way, towards one alley that was directly shadowed by the towers around.
“It doesn’t help me understand. A shop?”
“A sex shop. I couldn’t order everything I wanted,” said Haru, passing a hand over his face.
“… A sex shop? A brothel?”
“What? No, Long. A sex shop. For sex toys. Like the one you wear,” pointed Haru, at one little shop in a corner. The front was all colored in red, but had nothing on the front. It was only through entering that Haru was met with a wide display of toys, which were aligned as if he were shopping for groceries. Except that those toys were not to be shown, and most stuff was pricier.
“Hello! Hello! Anything you’d like?” asked the little Lady on the left, sitting at the counter.
“I’ll browse for the moment,” answered Haru, nodding.
“Oh, sure.”
The smile from the lady seemed to disappear, and she scowled, keeping an eye on Haru while he strolled and browsed, looking at the sex toys. It was nothing extravagant, nothing like the toys Haru saw on the online shops. Some marketplaces were filled with exotic dildos in shapes and forms Long would have never imagined.
In comparison, everything here was tame. The pink and purple cocks were humane, relatively small. But Haru paid them no heed, similarly to the huffs from the lady at the counter.
“What’s her problem?”
“She heard I’m not native,” mumbled Haru, picking a few ropes. He even pulled on them, only to hear more huffs.
“And? She’s sounding like a peasant who never got out of her hut.”
“Long,” said Haru, trying to stay stoic.
“What? I am entirely certain she never saw anyone with fair skin. If she ever moves out of her chair, her ass will stick to it.”
It was Haru’s time to scoff and chuckle, shaking his head as he moved to another shelf, while holding onto the ropes he took.
Then… As he continued to stroll, Haru picked up more toys. Cages of different sizes, a few dildos, and a few vibrating eggs. By the end of his turn, he had a little mountain he put on the counter while smiling at the shop owner.
“That’s all?” she asked, the eyebrows raised.
“Yes!” confirmed Haru, watching the relatively old lady pass the items, counting them with a calculator, then showing him the numbers.
“She’s ripping him off.”
“You’ll pay that?” asked Long, crossing his arms.
To that, Haru feigned to shrug and grabbed his wallet to open it and pay.
An action that stopped when, out of nowhere, the items were scooped and lifted off the counter. Then, it was Haru’s turn to be lifted off the ground, while the door was smacked open.
“Ahh! Demon! Demon!” cried the lady, shouting and jumping to grab the items, only to have her body meet with something soft and scaly underneath.
Long? He was already thinking of where to go as he flew out, dragging the toys still in their boxes, and Haru he flung on his back as soon as they were out the door.
“Long! That’s theft!” shouted Haru, holding onto the Dragon’s back as the duo ascended through the air, with the thunderous wind smacking against Haru’s body. Enough, he was starting to feel cold, and in return, black fur began to appear on the human’s body. But nothing more. It made him look like a hairy monkey while Long continued his flight towards Haru’s apartment, located at the top of the tower.
“Long! Where are you going?”
“Where am I going?” asked the dragon, turning his head but not in any direction. “Home! It has been four hours since I’ve kept that cage in me! I need to get it out! And we got those toys like you wanted!”
“You told me Never! Never to expect you to fly me there!”
“Promises are to be broken!” shouted the Dragon as the distance closed.
“You’ll fly me wherever I want then!”
“No! And you haven’t told me your second wish!”
Haru had been pushing back against saying another wish.
That kinky human was actively teasing Long and pushing him to accept his advances. And today, the cage had been put with the promise he’d think very hard about his next wish. No, that he would tell Long what would be his next wish.
The silence from Haru was telling as Long sighed, frowned, and continued to fly.
“I need to get off. I need to get off. I need to-“
“Can I ask you to shapeshift, too?”
“What? No! That’s stupid, Haru! I can already do that!”
“You do?”
“Yes!”
“But you nev-“
“Because you’d ask me to do that constantly,” grumbled Long, shaking his head.
“Can you?”
“Urgh.”
The Dragon rolled his eyes and finally arrived at the small balcony, finding it open due to the constant heat. And without a doubt, Long flew inside, dragging Haru along until they stopped. Long’s body contorted, absorbing the shock of all the boxes flying around him, like a tumble of sex toys. And at the same time, he received Haru as the hairy Human landed in his arms.
“So… You can shapeshift?”
“Urgh.”
-
“You’re done?” asked Long, feeling the ropes digging into his scales and rubbing him in places he didn’t expect. That ‘internet’ was pretty useful for someone to learn ropeplay, but the Dragon was getting tired.
Tired as he had been holding that same shape, of a hulking western Dragon held in ropes. Sure enough, he had to adjust his horns and limbs. But his color remained the same while Haru was happily drawing him, squinting whenever he checked Long, only to delve back by squinting at his ‘graphic tablet’.
“Mhmm. Almost!”
“You said that a while ago.”
“Five minutes ago. I’m still sketching,” groaned Haru as he was indeed sketching. But his groin was tense, and the damp spot at the tip was so obvious, even Long could notice it.
Yet, the old Dragon had to hold the same posture.
“You could do that later.”
“Yes, but later, I won’t have the same drive.”
“What’s with that drive? You can always do it later!”
“I have bills to pay.”
“I could make you rich.”
“I don’t want to be rich. I want to create art. And be paid for it.”
“Art with naked dragons?”
“You’re an excellent model.”
“At least, he didn’t ask me to be a giant and destroy a city.”
Long frowned and rolled his eyes, keeping the posture, but he elongated his tail to turn on the television. He was so bored, he needed to watch something.
“Long. Your eyes.”
“I am finally free from this teapot. And you have this television that allows me to see everything from afar! Allow me this, Haru.”
“Hrmph… Fine,” said the Human, letting Long have his fun watching the drama of the moon princess getting stabbed in the back by her servant.
It was only the third time it happened in the story, so the idea was still fresh and novel while the Dragon watched… Curled, then landed on his belly to admire the details of how the Jade Emperor was about to-
“Hrmph!”
Haru coughed, and Long twisted and turned, returned to the original position, and smiled.
“Better.”
However, it was soon to become a sort of game. Whenever Long was focused on the screen, he would invariably start to roll to admire the details. Whether it was an intense dialogue or an emotional moment, he would change his posture.
Then, Haru would huff and call him back. Again… And again. And again!
“Enough!”
With the remote, Haru turned off the screen and stood up, brushing his legs and approaching, his form already changing. Golden fur was starting to cover his arms and exposed legs, starting from his hands and feet as he kicked his shoes off.
His socks, sadly, couldn’t endure the sudden strain as the feet shifted and toes merged. Hooves formed so quickly they ripped the socks apart.
His fingers, too, began to thicken and the nails to grow dark as he reached for Long’s ropes to lift him, hefting him like he had no weight, which could be technically the case if he flew at that moment. But Long did not, and so, Haru huffed while the fur spread faster over his body. Over his legs, that snapped and readjusted, the feet themselves lengthened as he went fully hooved… Then, his arms began to bulge with strength, his shoulders widening… Even his neck grew, thickening visibly while that fur went over his face.
His jaw elongated again, his nostrils merging with his face and then widening. His whole head twisted while a muzzle appeared, with his eyes parting ways. The entire skull was taking on that evidently equine shape, and even his teeth were realigned.
Hair thinned at the top of his head. His ears drifted then snapped at the top of his skull, elongated enough to appear equine. A golden mane stretched from the top of his scalp to his nape and then to his shoulder blades. A thinner mane was following the same path along the spine, down to the tail Haru was growing.
As the form was finalized and he opened his almond-shaped eyes on Long, Haru didn’t look human anymore.
He had grown two feet more, become such a heavy weight that he could easily lift any furniture. His scowl was almost menacing, his clothes torn to shreds by his sheer bulk. And beyond that, he had Long close to. Close to his face, close to his. And he kissed those lips, despite Long’s growl.
“Why do you have to be so good at this?”
“Hrmph!” roared Long, shaking his head and trying to get off. “I said no kiss!”
“And I said to stay still, but someone has been a Bad Dragon. Someone has to learn to follow my orders,” said Haru, puffing against Long’s face, brushing the fur.
“You’re not serious.”
Then, Haru smiled, a smile that seemed out of place, as with one hand, he held Long up, and the others descended along the scales, over the belly, right to the Dragon’s slit. Right to that cock that was already peering through.
“I am. And I think you want it.”
“Damn you.”
“I don’t,” scoffed Long, looking aside and trying to wiggle his arms free. But Haru’s ropes were too tight around his legs and arms, keeping him still and steady when Haru threw him on the bed and jumped on it.
With a loud crack, the bed’s legs gave up and broke, and the entire bed suddenly crashed on the tiled floor with many creaks and a few splintering sounds. Dust even arose around them… But Haru, in his golden equine shape, was not bothered by it.
His thick fingers continued to trace, to circle, and finally to tease the slit’s edges before, with a moan from the Dragon, Haru had a firm grip on the spot. Or rather, two fingers inside it.
“I’ll take your slit, today,” said Haru, his brisk breath right against Long’s neck.
“You’re not serious, Haru,” mumbled the Dragon, his bulk reducing in an attempt to slip from the ropes.
“If he does this… I… Fuck.”
“We can do something else. You can take me in the ass!”
“You always tell me to take you in the ass whenever I ask for your slit. Is there something strange if I fuck it, Long?”
“N-No. Not at all! I prefer not to be taken there!”
“Hmmm hmm. That’s not what I hear when I lick it.”
“He wouldn’t dare.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
And yet, Haru dared as he inserted another finger inside and began to scissor the entrance, stretching it and abusing it, causing the inner walls to open up wider under the pressure applied. He even nudged at Long’s erection, though his palm blocked the Dragon from entirely reaching his full mast. Without it, it was then possible to penetrate that slit.
“You should make your cock smaller. I know you can,” chuckled Haru, leaning forward to kiss Long’s lips again.
The Dragon huffed and growled, but those lips still opened, and that wide equine tongue was playfully teasing Long’s tongue. At the same time, Haru inserted another finger, wiggling against the Dragon’s erection, stroking it from within the slit.
“You… It’s… It’s only once,” mumbled Long, huffing and breathing loudly.
“You always say that.”
“True.”
Long always said it was “one time”. But each moment with Haru made him more inclined to accept the next moment. And the next one, and so forth. Whether it was with toys, the hands, the stroking, the fucking.
Even taking Haru’s donuthole had been an experience for Long. And now? Well, he huffed as he glanced down and looked at the tip of his erection, which started to recede.
Likewise to the sensation of contact and caresses coming from Haru’s fingers. Or rather, in a way, the surface in contact. But Haru was relentless. While Long’s erection shrank, he kept pushing further, with a renewed intensity.
Long’s cock might have reduced in size and surface, but the touch was so relentless. No… Haru’s digits had locked on Long’s erection, barely any longer than a little finger. Worse, the shapeshifter squeezed the tiny between three fingers, going up and down.
“Good Dragon,” said Haru with a purr that was oddly feline. One completed by another rush of lips against another, of a tongue prodding forward, of saliva being shared and exchanged.
Long? He tried to hide it, but his tail wagged instinctively at the words.
At the remark, Haru continued to kiss him and stroked him. Stroked him faster, further, with his softening nails digging deep inside Long’s slit until the Dragon almost felt hollowed out. Except for his cock. Except for his length, which was afire, tender, needy, and yearning.
“Not yet… Not yet. Not yet. Not yet!”
Long clenched his jaw whenever he wasn’t in a kiss. And his bound hands and legs tensed, so did his recently acquired meaty thighs. But it didn’t stop Haru from continuing to finger and masturbate. Neither Long from feeling that fire creeping all over his spine and body.
Of the sparks that made his fluffy tail wag against the mattress and his mouth drip with saliva, solely for Haru to lick it, to slurp it.
Finally, the large Equine towered over Long, kissed his muzzle and then between the eyes as those fingers focused on the end of Long’s erection and pinched it…
That spark of pain, meddling with pleasure, was enough for Long’s jaw to unlock. For his legs to kick, for his hands to close… And for his mind to relax its grip on the pleasure as it washed him away. He came. Though this ejaculation wasn’t as impressive as usual.
It was pleasant nonetheless as the Dragon’s back arched, as he sprayed the Equine’s fingers, his groin… Their groins. And finally, it stopped, with cum sprayed all over Long’s slit, almost… Like he’d been fucked.
Yet, not.
Not at all, as Haru’s erection started to protrude.
The remnants of his clothes ripped apart, torn to shreds, there was no protection between Long’s slit and Haru’s erection. And what an erection. Haru called it hyper. But Long was keen on calling it impossible as he observed the sheath starting to distend due to the blood rushing inside that cock.
The organ itself, flared and throbbed with life, began to advance, pushing onward as its massive tip felt like a mace ready to strike Long.
“I’d suggest you widen your slit,” commented Haru, going for another kiss while slurping the Dragon’s tongue.
Long followed, modifying his body and feeling more hollowed out for a second. It was almost intimate and feminine in a way, as his entrance was growing and gaping, forming a perfect entrance for the equine cock… Except for his cock, shrunken, in a corner of that slit.
It was… Humiliating. And yet so exciting as that warm cocktip, radiating with it, smacked against the Dragon’s slit.
Left side, right side. The Equine huffed as he aligned his hips with the Dragon’s. It took some seconds and some backing to have the flared tip right by the entrance, threatening the slit by its sheer width. Even with the added change, it wasn’t enough. Long’s hole was too small, too tight.
But… Haru punched through.
With one thrust of his muscular body, entirely at work, Haru pushed the first inches within Long, who shouted and cried as loudly as possible. But nobody could hear him unless they owned the teacup or he willed it.
So, he emptied his lungs and shouted to his heart’s content, not even bothering for Haru’s dropping ears.
He shouted from the sensation of being hollowed and cratered, of his guts being rearranged to accommodate the bulging cock firmly entrenched within him.
Long’s thrashing continued as the pressure kept increasing, and Haru dug further. Beneath, the mattress was crushed; the remnants of the bedframe creaked.
They fought against the united weight while that equine cock dug further and further, pushing so deep that Long was a heaving and almost-crying wreck.
From the pain, from the pleasure, from watching Haru standing above, a thin smile plastered over his face, and sweat dripping over the Wish Dragon. Sweat he felt over his eyelids, on his nose, on his whole face as that Equine cock was delving further and yet, finding more room, more space within that slit as it distended… Kept distending. Kept reshaping.
Such a fate happened to Long’s guts, too. That cock was going deeper than any of his previous masters, than anyone else… And then.
The halt.
A tenderized body, a shivering self, and Long looked down, watching and witnessing Haru’s cock, fully inside. And the Equine’s grin stretched further and further.
“You’re… Whoa, so stretchy,” commented Haru, leaning and kissing Long’s muzzle. And the Dragon, despite the sensation of fullness and the pain that echoed it, answered by a kiss, by rushing his mouth against Haru’s, and having their tongues tangle.
“That’s… the only thing you can say?”
Then, as the lips departed and the kiss broke, Haru pulled back. Slowly, steadily.
The slit itself, in due to the stretching, was sticking to the whole mast. It was holding onto it and attempted to slow it down. And Haru, far from bothering with it, kept pulling.
He pulled. With each yank, the slit relinquished its grip, and a sputtering sound echoed within the room. And some fluids squirted from the entrance.
The Dragon moaned with each pull, too. His voice was croaky and pained, the breathing arduous, the tension memorable. The hollowness… Intense.
It was as if he missed something when that bulging Equine cock couldn’t be seen through his scales. He couldn’t move his hands, despite wanting to feel the scales and the tenderized muscles. But he saw how deflated his “self” was when Haru was out. About to pull out.
Only for the Equine to punch back and for Long to cry again, and again, and again.
Haru was taking his sweet time to train the hole, to make sure Long could take him. Could endure him. Could bear the weight of their needs and body.
“Urf! Don’t! Crush! Me!”
_Y_et, as the thrusts hastened and the equine cock plunged deep once more.
Above, the huffs from Haru were growing intense and raw; his grunts were louder and deeper, as if even his body seemed to grow and bulge further.
The arms were covered with bulging veins throbbing with needs. The neck itself seemed to thicken. And before Long could note the change happening to Haru’s head, his muzzle was crushed between Haru’s pectorals, trapped between those mounds of tense muscles that hosted a swampy tuft.
The hair was soaked in sweat and salt, the intense flavor invading each of Long’s breaths as he was in the dark, unable to see anything.
He could only feel and smell. Smell the raw equine scent from Haru. He could only feel the tremor-like hits inside him.
And the growth. A growth that applied to Haru’s cock, too.
Somehow, with the hip thrusts, the cock itself seemed to grow, to stretch Long’s slit further until the fire was quasi-unbearable. For the body. For the mind.
“Stop it!”
However, Long remained silent, his legs pried open by the ropes, not through his weakening muscles.
Everything felt too much for the old Dragon, but at the same time, it was… Perfect. Deviantly perfect as he was crushed, crushed… And crushed. Head under those pecs, slit under those thrusts, cock by that prodding invasion.
From getting hit from inside the slit, from a hole that ought not to be stimulated, Long gasped.
He sighed and felt his orgasm sweep over him.
Above, Haru gasped; his thrusts were starting to become more bestial, animalistic, unstable. And then… He stopped. Halted. Dropped.
“Your… Hole is so good, Long,” moaned Haru, unable to resist as his cock remained firmly locked inside the slit that pathetically tried to hold onto the Equine, to massage that cock, and to cease any movements.
But there were no movements, only the deep relief, and the burning-hot cum poured right into Long’s slit.
And the potent breathing, the huffs from Haru as he rubbed his chest against Long, enjoying the Dragon’s mouth pressing against them and somehow licking the swampy tuft.
“I don’t know why you didn’t want me to fuck your slit, it is just as great!”
Wish for a Dragon : Epilogue
Long’s situation might become more frantic as Haru’s desires are unleashed
Long closed his eyes.
He tried to focus on the situation. The reinforced mattress underneath his entire body, the entire bedframe replaced by a mix of steel and titanium. Then, the rubbing of the towel against his scales and fur, producing some chaffing if he rolled or rubbed his asshole against it.
His legs were tied in bars, his hands to the bedframe’s edge.
But his smile wasn’t feigned as he felt it rolling.
And felt another one crown at the entrance, pushing against the limits of where flesh and scales met. Even if that thing weren’t there, the entrance would have gaped much like a vulva, with an oval entrance that would be leaking with precum and cum.
And yet, here was the white shape at the entrance. The hard shell pressed against the walls, eliciting many moans, sighs, and groans.
More pull from the bar holding Long’s ankles together, and against which the other eggs were rolling.
“Help me… out, Haru,” sighed Long, his voice raw and intense.
Instead of steps, there was only the sound of sketching, of the pen dancing on the screen, and the grunts as those fingers danced, creating another shape.
Another one out of the many, the manifold, that had already been created and drawn by Haru ever since Long started laying his eggs.
“Is he even listening to me anymore?”
“HARU!”
“Fine. I was finishing that one, it’ll be my best artwork,” said Haru, his fingers dancing even if he was solely doing a sketch. But it would be good.
It would be good the same way his steps were in perfect rhythm as he approached, leaning forward… And passed a hand over Long’s body. His fingers were deft, carrying a purpose, as they approached the slit and seemed to lock onto a spot right above it. A place where the scales were thinner and a spot where the fingers started to stroke and push and…
“Y-Yeeees”, moaned Long, his eyes closing as he sensed the pain almost vanish and the egg slip out by itself.
“Need more, Long?” asked Haru, his elongated muzzle and little ears twitching atop that brown-furred face. He looked like… A rodent. Though he said he was to resemble a capybara. Whatever it was, it was another face the Human used as he circled the needed spot while Long reclined, lay his head against the pillow, and exhaled.
The umptieth egg that was at his entrance? It rolled out, too, without much pain, with a little wave of precum and cum tagging along, forming a sort of tangle of fluids that was unraveling as the egg hit the ankle-bar along with its brethren.
“No. Just keep those perfect fingers on me. Keep… Doing this,” mumbled Long as he couldn’t resist Haru’s touch. Not anymore.
After Haru fucked his slit last time, turning it from a tight office to a ruined crater, Haru had come up with his second wish. One wish of intense proportion: “I want to be good at what I do”.
But that wish didn’t solely expand to art, despite what Haru and Long thought. It was in everything: pleasing, cooking, fucking, meeting, talking.
To the Human shapeshifter, it always felt like a tug that told him how to do, and if he didn’t answer, he was not the best. But if he did? He was… A divine monster whose fingers could alleviate Long’s pain in one second. Or even make his needs flare just like when those digits dug into Long’s gaping slit to caress the edge from within, circling the abused entrance.
“Divine fingers…”
Long sighed, unable to resist the peace he felt as the soreness disappeared and sensed blood rush down, right into his slit… Into his cock, which started to engorge, grow, and push upward. No longer restrained by the eggs anymore, Long reached his full erection, and the statuesque purplish organ was dripping with needs once out.
But… Haru pulled free, and Long’s voice contorted in a groan.
“Haruuuu!” groaned Long, watching the Capybara move away, strutting to his computer and tablet.
“Sorry, I must finish this, Long,” said Haru, leaving the Dragon dissatisfied as he flew, the ankles and hands still bound. He flew, only to feel something yanking him back, and Long saw the ropes still attached to his wrists, ropes he cut with one nap before he flew, the bar-ankle undone and thrown on the piles of sex toys in one corner of the one-room condo.
“What’s so important than to please your Dragon, Haru? What’s this?” asked Long.
Before his eyes, he saw Haru’s fingers moving at an absurd pace to finish the drawings. Impossibly, the Capybara was making his pen dance, and the computer cried as it was forced through the many changes for each artwork.
Haru once explained to Long the principle of layers and how it was possible to draw in different levels. But here was Haru, doing everything on the same “layer” from finishing the lines to his sketch, painting, and shading. All the while, the computer whined, trying to follow the Capybara’s space.
But that… It was only one part of what Haru was doing. On the other side, left abandoned, there was a webpage instead of the typical artworks. One page named ‘Slutty Dragons’.
“Slutty Dragons? Haru?”
“Yes… I am about to finish those drawings. And then, I’ll prepare them for the promotion.”
“… The promotion?” asked the Dragon, raising an eyebrow while the computer kept whining and crying to its soon-to-be death, while the Capybara’s wrist snapped at an impossible speed to follow the pace.
“One day, he’ll try to use two hands at the same time. Or grow more arms,” shuddered the Dragon, while flying and trying to make sense.
Then, as he flew closer to the screen, Haru’s wrist stopped. Same as his fingers, as the pen. The Capybara smiled, grinned at Long while the fur on top of the nose shifted, reabsorbed by the skin, and replaced by dark scales. Dark soft scales that were then covered with a soft coat. Much like… Long.
Such scales grew over that muzzle, much like the fur itself was flipped and replaced by that softer mix that grew and stretched, while the Capybara’s features adapted and shifted, becoming closer to an Eastern Dragon. A copy of Long in a different way.
“Remember our talk about the toys and how disappointing they are?”
“Yeah, yeah, I do. Focus, Haru.”
“It’s important,” said the Capybara-turning-Dragon, his ears merging with his head and disappearing under the growing golden mane that was flowing atop that head right by those ivory horns.
Important.
Well, it was dubious. It had been more of a rant from Haru when they tried to buy sex toys. The first shop with that racist Lady was the first, then the import of sex toys from other continents. And such.
Almost no brand managed to please Haru as much as his own genitals… Or Long, but he seemed to want more. To do more.
When his fingers snapped on his keyboard, something different from the artworks appeared. A representation of a cock, in three dimensions. And with glee, Haru made that fake penis turn and roll in that space, showing the angle of an organ that was similar to… Well. A Dragon’s cock. But more ridged, larger, with a flared end and a bulging urethra.
“Isn’t it great?”
“A new type of sex toy. I’ll launch it myself!” laughed Haru, going for another file, this time an egg. “The item for this promotion. Dragon’s egg. They’ll have a soft shell, so anyone can have them. And… And look! I have prepared another version with a motor inside so it can buzz!”
“So… You’ll be producing your own toys?”
“Not me, not alone. I’ve some friends who will handle the website and production for me. Me? I’ll be drawing and designing! But you… You will be our mascot!” said Haru, turning towards Long…
And it was special to see himself, but in a different palette of colors. Black scales with a white underbelly, ivory horns, and a golden mane. Haru was like Long if he were made of ivory, onyx, and gold.
“Whoa! Whoah! I never accepted this!” said Long, hands forward.
“You said you wanted to be remembered! You wanted your life to have been worth it!”
“Yes, but not… It was meant to be a cautionary tale. To tell you not to care about yourself only. You can… You can do more than that!”
“I know!” said Haru, his hands coming close to his chest. “That’s why I’m doing it, not for me! But you! Us!”
“Us?”
Long couldn’t restrain his nervous laugh. He looked aside, flew a few inches further from the ground. And he shook his head, his mane.
“Us? Haru? What’s that?”
“Okay… Long. Hear me out,” mumbled Haru, hands raised but lowering them to defuse the situation. “I… Kinda wish. Or want to be with you? Please, not a wish! Not a wish!”
“I…”
Long blinked. Even his hands dropped. And his jaw dropped too.
“You want me to stay?”
“Yeah! Your third wish, I don’t think I’ll need it. Or I could use it for something great for mankind, like going to space or something, I don’t know how it works. But I have no use for it,” said Haru, catching the teapot from the desk and presenting it to Long. “Plus, it might be a stupid idea to make a wish for everyone and break their lives…”
“Haru.”
“Yes?”
“Are you… So stupid you’d waste a gift so that I could be with you?”
“I could also wait and never use it, but you… Must prefer to have your freedom? But the heavens sound great, you’d have everyone who wants you to.”
“Heh, not so sure. Plus, I’m sure they wouldn’t have all that in Heaven,” said Long, shaking his mane. “But that’s sweet, Haru.”
With a sigh, Long reached for the teapot and set it on the table, watching that Human who now looked exactly like him.
“But for the moment, we can wait. And I’d like to know if you made that website for me.”
Then, as he flew close to Haru, eyeing the website and the draft of it, Long scoffed.
“Slutty Dragon? Isn’t it too much on the nose?”
-
“Welcome, Longzhu. Congratulations! Your service as a Wish Dragon is fulfilled!”
With a growl, Long stood up. He had been so used to flying around, being stuck to the ground, of the spirit world’s clouds, was quite limiting. It was like he’d been handicapped or wounded as he stepped onward… And faced the bald giant who held a pipa, already strumming on it, while behind, the song and echoes of the parties from the heavens called Long.
The Giant smiled at Long, waiting as the fully-robed Human stood up, sweeping his shoulders.
“You are now free to enter the Spirit world!” continued the Giant, raising one hand to the jade doors opening on a cascade of light and golden vision.
“That’s it?”
“… Sorry?” coughed the Giant, that God, as he scowled at Longzhu. At the one who’d been Emperor, then wish Dragon, and who now defiantly watched the doors to the Spirit World.
“That’s it? What was I given for my service?”
“Longzhu. Do not underestimate the pleasure of the Spirit World. You-“
“You can send me back.”
This time, the Giant seemed dejected. He coughed, passed a hand over his throat while his pipa went silent. And so did the sounds of the parades coming from beyond the door.
“Are you… Crazy, Longzhu? You are free! You can finally leave the mortal world and enjoy the life of pleasure!”
“No thanks!” answered Longzhu, looking back and down, glancing at the sea of clouds as if he sought something.
“Longzhu! Your service as a Wish Dragon is over. You will enter the Spirit World and take your due place for your service. Your people wait for you, and there’s an Empire expecting you! Come through the doors!”
“Do you know what the internet is?” asked Long, one hand to cover his eyes as he stepped further from the door. And then smiling.
“Yes! I know what the mortals call the internet. And how they use it. Or how you and your master used it,” scoffed the Giant, not even following Long as the sounds from the Spirit World seemed to die down.
“So you know I already have thousands of people eagerly waiting for me and my opinion,” said Long, shaking his head. “The Spirit World might be sweet. But I have got someone waiting for me.”
“Wait! If you do this, you will-“
“Be refused entrance to the Spirit World? Don’t worry, I’ve got something much better for me,” chuckled Long as he snapped his fingers, and one hole in the clouds appeared. “Thank you for the offer. But I will decline!”
With that smile, and despite the vision of that scowling God, Long jumped through the hole and… Seemed to be thrown into a black sea, one where he couldn’t see or hear.
Up until there was a warm hand on his shoulder, shaking him.
His eyes opened. His lungs filled. And Long’s eyes opened on Haru, on another of his shapes. This time, he looked like a chimera mixing a lion’s face, a bull’s body, and a snake’s tail. Beyond that, he looked as spectacular as the day before. And as jovial as he gripped Long, dragging close the pinkish eastern Dragon.
“Long!”
“Yeah, I’m back, Haru,” scoffed Long, his voice croaky. He was back to feeling weightless, happy, and satisfied. And no longer feeling that tug from the teapot. “It worked.”
“It worked?” asked Haru, releasing Long from the embrace and letting the purple Wish Dragon fly around, the arms outstretched.
“Yes! It worked! I’m free! And they can’t do anything. Your stupid plan worked, Haru! I’m a free Wish Dragon! And I’ll make this world my playpen! I’ll rule you all!” laughed Long, his voice going deep as the air itself became electric around him.
And vanished the instant he looked at Haru, arms crossed over his powerful chest. Then, Long chuckled, waving his arms.
“No. I already have many servants for all this. Say… How long was I gone?” he then asked, looking at the sunset through the window.
“Three hours. It must have been intense,” said Haru, tilting his head left.
“Oh, not really. Saw God, told him I refused to go to the Spirit World, and I’d prefer to be free. But now I’m back! And I feel I can do anything?”
“Anything?”
“Anything, Haru! Like see the wonder in everyone’s eyes when they can finally see me!”
“Slow down, slow down,” chuckled Haru, patting the Wish Dragon’s back. “Let’s tell your followers you’re back. And then, we’ll announce your grand return with your promise.”
“Oh… Yeah. I have to,” chuckled Long. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea to make a 'Grant your wish' session. But… We’ll see!”
His nervous laughter aside, Long couldn’t contain his smile as he felt Haru’s hand on his back, on his mane, on the back of his head, and guiding him into another kiss. Another one as their mouths meet and their tongue tied.
“We’ll see,” chuckled Haru. “I can’t give you an Empire like the Spirit World would have. But I will make up for it.”