Guidance

Dear diary

This is awkward, today my psychologist recommended me to keep a diary about all social interactions. So here it is, a diary on all my social interactions:

- talked to my psychologist;

- said hi to the cashier;

- said hi to the bus driver.

He closed the book he bought, as he was tired looking at all the empty pages he had to fill. Fill them with honest conversations, she said, it should make him feel better, but he could not see it. All he could see were the three interactions with people he did not even know. Well, he paid one of them to talk to him, so that was even worse.

He tossed the booklet away in a corner of his room, as he didn't want to look at it any longer. Instead, he just wanted to drown away that nagging pain he felt deep down in his chest. That slow creeping loneliness that could overtake him any moment and cripple him. He needed a distraction, so he went back to the computer, with its multiple screens in the dark flashing in front of his eyes. On one screen he had his movie catalogue displaying another movie, while on the other he was playing a few single player games. From time to time he did dare to play multiplayer games, but often he felt left out. He did not feel like talking, so there was no other way to plan a strategy. Perhaps he should watch a few streamers and talk with them. That counted as interaction, right?

Dear Diary,

This is the second day of my diary. I tried to talk more. Today's social interactions were:

- said hi to my delivery guy;

- donated some money to a streamer. They talked to me for a few minutes after it. It felt nice.

He wondered if the streamer would be online soon. It would be nice to talk to them again. Honestly, he did not know why he donated money in the first place, perhaps just to see his name on the screen and being called down. The moment his name was read out loud gave him a small, excited thrill. Again, he was sitting alone in his apartment, gazing at his cold pizza. When he ordered it, he was hungry for some pizza but now, after writing in his diary, the fact that it was edible was the only real benefit to him. Perhaps he should get back to play some games.

Dear Diary,

Third time is the charm, right?

-I spoke to the guy managing the laundrette. It was awkward, and I don't want to go there for a few days now.

- Said hi to a cashier again, I had to get some ice, after all.

-The streamer I spoke to the other day, mentioned his Patreon. He has even a server to talk to him. Perhaps I should join it.

It was quite some money to pay, but it was not like he could do anything else with that. He had no friends to go out with, he had enough games; he only paid for his psychological help. He felt a bit nervous watching his bank after the transaction, though. He had not a lot left now. Perhaps he should get a job, but that requires talking to people, and he did not want to. Luckily, he had a 20 minute voice-chat with that streamer to distract him from that.

Dear Diary.

I talked to my psychologist again, they were not happy about the streamer I met. She stated that the point of this diary was not to get me into what she calls a faux friendship. But what does she know? I also pay her money to talk to me. So, there is no difference between the two of them.

Today I talked to:

• My psychologist, that drained me so much I have not spoken to anyone else.

He did not feel like doing anything else, as his eyes were just looking at the clock on his wall, with windows closed to keep the setting sun outside. Perhaps playing games again? No, he did not even feel like doing that. His next activity was decided for him by a knock on the door, though.

“Davit." A feminine voice called; it was the voice of his psychologist, though it had an odd growl into it. What on earth was she doing here? Perhaps if he did not do anything, she would go away. He felt like this would go against at least some of the rules a psychologist should have, right?

Another knock. “Davit, I know you are in there, we need to talk." What was there to talk about? Last time she was very clear, so she could wait to the next week, right?

“Look Davit, I can sense you are hiding in there. Staying locked up does not solve anything."

No, she had to stay outside, he did not want to talk. He felt like his demons were drawing him into a dark pit of uncertainty. Would she go away? He hoped so.

“Okay, look. This is for your own good. Open the door, or I'll do it myself." she threatened, with a warning growl through the door. What kind of animalistic growl was that? It chilled him up to his bones, making him sit on the edge of his chair, but he did not dare to open that door. She could not enter anyway, as the chain was slid on the door.

His eyes widened when he saw some kind of yellow, golden light surrounding the chain lock, which slid out it from the hook. A few seconds later, the lock clicked, and the door opened. What was on the other side of the door was not his hallway. Instead, there was a rather white blinding light that flooded his apartment and a shadow inside the lock. He closed his eyes, only to open them once she shut the door.

He could see a tall, red scaled dragon, naked as the day she was born. Davit did not know what to do. Dragons were not real, yet here she was standing, tall and proud, while showing her breasts as much as her two wings. And those eyes, those orange eyes gazing straight at him, like they were looking into his soul.

“Davit. We need to talk." She said, with the voice of his psychologist.

Davit stammered and stumbled across his words, his heart beating out of many conflicting emotions in his chest.

“Who, what, are you?"

The dragon took the edge off just a tiny bit. She took a step forward, before answering him, with a swing of her tail. A flair of golden something flew out to the door and put the chain lock back on its position. “I am your very own personal guardian, and you, well, you are making my job, protecting you, incredibly hard."

Davit's mouth dropped, as he looked at the nude draconic figure approaching him. She sat on the other end of the couch, leaning slightly forwards.

“I mean, spending that amount of money to someone random you don't personally know. Really, that money could be spend into something more constructive."

Davit swallowed softly as he looked at the creature that was now sitting on the couch and watching him.

“You spoke to my psychologist?" he said full of disbelieve, the part of client patient confidentiality was pressed away by the shear disbelieve his psychologist would speak to a dragon.

“No, I am your psychologist, or rather acted as your psychologist, hoping to shake you awake. But it failed so here I am bringing the big guns."

Davit gazed and looked at her. He could not help but to look at her breasts when she mentioned the big guns. Yet, his eyes darted away part shy part because he did not know where to look at. There was just so much to take in and his mind kept screaming that whatever he saw was not real.

“Then, why are you doing so?" he finally asked, feeling his mental state draining at each spoken word. The whole situation was hard already, but throwing a dragon in the mix, his brain just checked out. It was left running on as he did not know what to do.

“I am your past, perhaps your future too. I am what you were and now I am here to guide you. See me as a guardian angel if you would, or spirit guide if that fits your fancy."

“Do I have a guardian angel? Why have I never seen you before?"

The dragon snorted and let a loud laugh. “Oh, you did, that women as the office helping you to get your unemployment check? It was me. That man who held you back before you walked across the street so you would not be crushed by a truck? Yep, that was me too. I am supposed not to be seen."

Dear dairy,

I don't know why I even keep on writing in you anymore.

People I interacted with;

A mother fucking dragon, and I could speak more than three words. How can I speak to a dragon/monster/whatever but not to just a normal person face to face?

For the whole day he felt like he was in a glass prison, like he could not escape but was watched by the draconic figure in his room. She talked to him and gave him room but did not allow him to spend any more time at the computer. She had taken his screens away and refused to give them back. He wanted to protest but his energy was just drained from even trying to go for the confrontation.

“Seriously, you have no one you even want to talk to?" The dragoness grunted. “Or are you just giving up before even trying?"

“Well, you are supposed to be my guardian angel, you tell me." Davit almost hissed back. She really started to get on his nerves.

“I am here to protect you, even if that's against yourself. But I can't just hand you a solution. I can only guide you." The dragoness leaned forwards, yet again drawing attention to her breasts. Davit blushed and looked away from them. Why wouldn't she just wear some god damned clothes? If she was so magical and all, she should just manage something.

“Fine job you did then. Annoying me."

Although the reaction he got was a big toothy grin from the dragoness. “Well, you are talking more with me than you are doing with anyone. And at least I have a true interest in you. And not a parasocial interest like that person you gave money too."

It left Davit hanging with open mouth. He wanted to say something, but words got lost to his mouth. He closed it and opened it a few times, trying to get words out. Finally, he took a deep breath to sort himself out for a moment, thinking.

“But you are not a person, you are a dragon." He finally retorted.

“A dragon that is, mind you, perfectly able to understand you and speak to you."

“You said yourself that you are me from the past! You are not real, and I am just speaking to myself! God, what did all those people think of me?"

The dragoness stood and walked towards him with a sway. Davit tried to ignore the hot breath of the dragoness flushing over his face when she stood face to face with him. That breath must have been an imagination.

“I also said, interacted with your life before. But if you don't believe me, go head and touch me. Feel for yourself how real I am."

Davit tried to crawl away from the dragon, although wherever he wanted to flee to, the dragon was blocking him. Finally seeing no way out, he raised his single hand and touched the side of her head. Her scales where hard, warm and smooth. He traced his fingers along every single one of those. He could not imagine this. She must be real, but still, how?

“See." She finally said with a smirk, taking away his hand with a single claw. “I am real, and I have been trying to protect you since you were born."

Since he was born?

“How old are you?" He received a snicker from the dragoness and a roll of her eye.

“Old, way older than you currently are. I have watched through all of your past life."

Davit let himself fall on the ground, looking up at the dragoness in despair. “I don't know what to believe anymore." He said softly and a tear rolled down his cheek. It was a bit too much, talking all the time, dragons, past lives. He could feel his stress building and trying to claw out. He felt drowning between emotions, his stress tried to find a way out and it did through tears. When the first flowed, another one followed up. He started to cry out his stress.

He felt something warm and soft around him and a claw against his shoulder lightly pressing him against the side of the dragoness.

He did not know why, but just sitting here, crying while being hold in a light embrace, felt good. Through his tears he felt just a spark of a strange, new kind of happiness, whom he had never felt before. He allowed himself to be swiped away with the emotions. Although it got deeper and deeper, he felt more emotions and memories building to the surface and suddenly he felt utterly alone. Even if the dragoness held him closer, he felt driving away into a lake of disappear. He did not know how to get out of there.

Then, he was pulled out of it with a soft whisper. “I am here, if you need me." He looked up to the dragoness who had a kind of odd smile, a mix between cheerful and feeling his sorrow. “Let's order pizza." She hummed.

Dear Diary

I don't know what happened, I just lost it. I let everything go and it felt scary and good at the same time. For the hours after that, I felt more at peace than I've ever done. Even though I still feel numb, she kept some distance to me, at least. Although I still don't know how I should feel about it. At least, I earned some screentime from that draconic 'mother', but I don't feel like turning on the computer. I suppose I will lay in bed now.

People I interacted with:

• my guardian angel; the crying session was oddly good.

• the pizza delivery guy made a joke and I genuinely laughed at it.

It had been the first time in a while where he actually managed to have some proper sleep instead of the partially nightmare-invested sleep. When he woke up, he could not find the dragoness anywhere in his apartment. It was like she disappeared from his life completely, all of a sudden.

“Hello?" He called out, wondering if he was dreaming. He took his Diary from his nightstand. The last entry was about the day before and he clearly spoke about her. That was a good thing. He didn't imagine that. His attention was drawn away from the diary by a sudden sound of his shower turning on. Curiously, he made his way to the bathroom and opened the door to see the dragoness inside.

“Oh…Sorry." He stuttered. “I couldn't find you…" He looked away. He didn't feel wise to stare at her while she was showering.

“It's alright. Do you need something?" She asked like there was nothing going on. “It's not like I usually wear any clothing."

“I did want to talk to you about that now. We'll have a chat later when you are done with the shower." He wanted to close the door behind him, but he was stopped by her partially sliding the clear glass shower door and poking her head out.

“Why not now? I am not going anywhere at all." She smiled at him, God, she had a disarming smile.

“Because you are showering. That's why." And before he could react, she turned off the shower and walked out of it, still dripping wet with water falling on the ground.

“Now I am no longer showering."

Davit took a deep breath. “Do you even care about how uncomfortable you are making me?" He groaned out in protest.

“I do care, but I also want you to feel more at ease with someone around you, especially close to you. Is this what you wanted to talk about? About you feeling uncomfortable around me?"

“Yes!" Davit shouted out. “Dragons should not be real, but here you are, and you keep being naked for some reason. Just try to put some clothes on. I don't care if you shred something of mine to do so."

“But I am not going to." She let out a wide smile. “I don't mind you staring at me, and honestly, I'm a tad egocentric. It just feels great to be in my true form, away from restrictions for a while. Besides, you can look all you like, since technically I am just you, but from your past."

Davit tossed his hands in the air and stormed out. He just laid himself falling back on the sofa while wearing his pyjama shorts. His peace didn't last long though. The dragoness once again sat down next to him, placing her scaled claws on his legs. She neither said nor did anything. Davit's eyes just glanced at her hand on his legs. He finally took a deep breath and pulled her hand away from his leg. Yet he was stricken by her touch, still unable to believe the texture he was feeling. Slowly he traced his fingers over her claws and back of her hand. And she just let him, shifting even a bit to help him.

“This still feels unreal." He said finally, letting her clawed hand go. She just gave a knowing smile.

“Not everyone meets their guardian, so in that perspective you are rather unique." She sounded sincere for a moment. She even took the effort to hide her breasts by folding her wings forwards across them.

“Uniquely fucked-up, if I believe you." He chocked a laugh at his own misfortunes. “To be so horrible you have a guardian angel come in person to help."

“Eh, you are not without redemption." She said and placed her hand on his shoulder. The warm weight was rather welcoming. “You must feel horrible, but honestly we both know we saw worse. As long as you try to improve your situation."

“But how?" He asked, looking down at himself again, while his gaze turned away from the dragoness.

“How? Well, how is not an easy answer. But perhaps you should start by accepting help."

Davit snorted “Help from you?"

“From anyone. I am just here to try and help you, but if you want help from someone else, I will not hold it against you. I just want what is best for you." He could feel her wing around his again when she spoke. He let her, even though it felt a bit strange, to be hold close by a dragon again. Then he leaned in against her side, scuttling up against her. There he just stayed he did not know how long for.

It was a pleasant feeling that felt his heart, a feeling that he last felt when he was still living with his parents at his old high school. To feel loved and needed again. He was caught off guard when he felt a scaly clawed hand on his head and slowly roaming through his head. He closed his eyes and just laid on her side.

“This feels good." He said softly.

“If we can get you someone to love, you wouldn't need me for that." The dragoness said softly. “But for now, I can be that person you need."

“Why can't you just stay with me?" Davit asked softly, feeling just a small knot in his stomach. He knew that he shouted at her for being nude but now in this moment he no longer minded it, he just longed for that pleasant touch of hers.

“That would not really be proper, Davit." He could hear the hesitation behind the dragoness's words. “I'd like to stay, but I just can't and ultimately I have to get back into the shades to guard over you."

“But couldn't you guard over me better if you were with me?" He received a claw under his chin to raise it up and look into his eyes with a soft apologetic smile.

“I really shouldn't." She said with a soft huff, even going so far as blowing a thin trail of smoke across his face.

Davit looked away from her eyes, finding the gaze rather too intimate, like she was gazing into his soul. Taking up the hint, the dragoness slowly moved her claw from his chin. She expected Davit to turn away, she did not expect him to give her a light kiss on her lips before withdrawing.

“What?" she said softly, her eyes widened. “Davit, you are a nice guy and all but, honestly for all intents and purposes I am you. Even though how strange it feels."

Davit surged softly. “Well, I just felt like doing that. It feels pleasant to be around you."

The dragoness took a deep breath and folded a wing around him again. “We really got to find you some people to hang around with, perhaps find you a special someone too."

“And how? I have no friends, hell, I don't even know where to go for friends." Davit looked down at the ground in front of them. Nervous about the problem, nervous about the dragoness leaving him alone again. Couldn't she stay?

“I will think of something, perhaps I can go with you in my human form."

“Dear Diary,

Well I kissed a girl, even though it was a dragoness who is sort of my spirit animal? Spirit guide? Guardian angel? I honestly don't know anymore. Today we planned how to get me around some people. There is a small meeting happening nearby with some like-minded people. My dragoness enrolled me to it today. I hope all goes well.

People I talked with;

My dragoness guardian: I had a nice conversation and I gotten a kiss.

_ _

“Are you ready to go?" The no longer dragoness called from his living room. She had taken on a human form that was a similar age to Davit. What annoyed Davit when he walked from his chamber towards the living room was that she was fully dressed in a skirt and white blouse.

“So, you can get clothes on!" He groaned in frustration.

“Yes, I can summon everything I need, but my dragon form should be free and unrestricted." She mused with a rather smooth feminine tone, far smoother than she normally had. “I will observe from a distance, though, if you need me. I am only a wave away, but I want you to try and have a few nice conversations yourself."

Davit swallowed with the news, suddenly seeing that one door outside of his apartment as a huge wall between him and an unknown outside world. The dragon in human form opened it with ease, opening him up to the wide world beyond it, and beaconing him forwards. He struggled to walk through that door. Once outside he felt almost like a weight was lifted from his chest.

“It's a nice day to walk." She remarked and instead of heading to the bus station, she led Davit down the road to walk in tree shadows. “And honestly, it might help you to calm down, away from the over stimulation that would be the bus trip."

“How do you know that?"

“Davit, I know more then I let you know. After all, I am your guardian."

It was indeed a pleasant day, and it did have an effect on him. Some of the gloom he felt in the morning had faded away from him. She still felt nervous and afraid for whatever was about to happen. This time he did not think everything would have gone up in smoke when he entered the door of the little café.

It took the two of them about an hour of walking to get to that place almost beating the bus trip by a few minutes. Perhaps not everything was bad. His nerves started to knot up his stomach when he entered the café, though. He could feel weird people looking at him. He did see a banner of where the group was supposed to sit, and a group of people was already discussing about something. Chatting, discussing and laughing. For a split second, Davit did not believe that he belonged to such a community.

Instead, he walked to the bar and set down ordering a cold glass of cola to test the water so to speak. Occasionally from time to time he looked at the group, drinking his cola. From time to time he managed to get some eye contact with someone from the group, but then, he darted his eyes away.

“What is he doing?" The dragoness asked herself while watching through the window. People passing through her as they normally did. She did not always have to be physical and noticeable by anyone but Davit and this was such a time. This time he was just sitting at the bar, drinking his cola alone. She wanted to get in there and pull him towards the group. The moment she made the first step to do so, she remembered something he said about her being pushy and nude. Perhaps this was the same.

Looking up at the position of the Sun, she guessed the time. Well, they still had a while. Progress is progress even if Davit only managed to speak a few words to the group, and thus she moved herself to the window again. Perhaps something would have changed. Davit couldn't sit the whole time at the bar and drink cola. And something did change, something unexpected happened when one of the guys from the group walked up to Davit.

“Hey" the guy asked. “Are you here for the writing group?"

Davit nodded softly “Yes I am, I am just-" He paused before introducing himself. “I am Davit."

The guy gave a chuckle “Well, hello Davit. My name is James. Don't worry, sit here as long as you like. Just, don't feel pressured. I just wanted to check if everything was alright."

That was more generous than Davit would have ever expected. He slowly stood up and followed James to the group. Even though he was still standing on the side-lines, he felt just a little bit better and less an outsider already. He laughed at some jokes, even if his laugh was a bit flat. Slowly unconsciously he gotten a bit closer to a circle of people who were apparently all new too.

“Oh hello!" A lady approached him from behind, scaring him for a moment. He turned around to see no one. “Oh here!" she said. It took a moment for Davit to realise that the one who was speaking was shorter than he expected. He looked down to see someone looking up at him sitting in a wheelchair.

“Oh hello." He said back, clutching the empty glass of cola in his hand. Not really sure how to approach her with small talk, he took a chair to sit down on eye level with her. He had no real basis to do it, so other than that it felt like the right thing to do so.

“Hello, I am new here." He said a bit softly, making it for the other person a bit hard to hear what he was saying among the other voices in the room.

“Well, hello New here, I am Della." She joked a bit. “How long you have been writing?"

“Oh-" he said, scratching his head apologetically. “I actually haven't started writing yet, I mean I am really curious about starting but I don't know if my stories are actually something people want to read and well." he stopped again to look at her. He fell silent not knowing how to continue with his words.

She picked up the conversation like nothing was wrong. “Oh well, you might need to look for a writing buddy or get a prompt from the prompt-head. Perhaps that will get you to start. But before that all, what is your real name, mister New here?" Her voice spoke with an almost singing tone that helped with Davit's nervous mood about the whole situation. She could start to tune other people out.

“That-" he started unsure. “Is not a bad idea? I don't know. I am not good with people."

“That is alright." She spoke and took a bit of paper from her pocket. She folded down a kind of plate to write on and scribbled something on the paper. “Here, at least you have my instant messenger account. If you need any help just hit me up, even if it's just to ask. You don't have to come every week for an hour, just so long you wanted."

Davit took the paper happily, perhaps a bit too eager? Would she pick up on that? He put it safely in his wallet while offering Della a drink, something she happily took.

“Dear diary.

I met someone nice. We exchanged contact info. I feel excited and scared at the same time, although my dragoness thinks it's good. She says she will help me with getting more confident to talk with someone.

Today I talked to;

-my dragoness guardian

-Della, that was a nice conversation even if I left after barely half an hour.

-Bartender to order a drink

-James, trough I did not speak to him that much.

“

“I am proud of you." The dragoness spoke with delight. She had left him alone while walking home. She gave him some peace and quiet to process the whole meeting, allowing him to cool from his sensory overload. Now they were at home, and he just finished writing in his diary, the same diary she told him to write out of curiosity.

“Can I see or is it personal?" She stretched out her hand for Davit to give her the book. But he did not offer it to her. Instead, he closed it and put it to his side.

“No" he said. “This is my personal space between the two of us"

She withdrew her hand with an “Alright that is perfectly fine. Do you want to talk about what happened today?"

“Hell, I want." He said getting a bit more enthusiastic about the events. “Honestly, I managed to talk with complete strangers! That is amazing! I've never thought about being able to do that so far. How did you manage to do that? Did you use some magic dragon powers from a distance? I got to know."

The dragoness was slightly taken aback by his words. “Uhm Davit I have to break it to you, wait no- I love to break this new to you, but that was all you. I only watched by. I wanted to help you, but then I saw you got drawn into the group by someone. That is the kind of experience I want to foster. You managed to talk to that one girl for quite some time before getting out."

Davit fell back again. “Yeah, she was…wait I have her contact info, I can ask her out if I want!" He explained excited.

“Okay Davit, just one thing. Go to a few more of these meetings, perhaps write a bit. You know, make sure you are up for a whole date first."

“You don't think I am up for one?" Davit's voice betrayed a sudden onset of doubt again.

“Well, let's look at what happened today. You made great progress, but you had to stop after half an hour. A date runs for a few hours and perhaps later even. What would you say if your date wants to go home with you for 'coffee'?"

“Well, I have coffee, I perhaps should clean up first."

The dragoness both laughed and rubbed her forehead with her clawed hand. “That was not what I meant, hun. I mean if your date likes you a lot that they want to get to know you more intimate."

Davit now picked up the meaning and blushed softly. “Like getting naked, just like you are?"

“Yeah, about that, do you think you are ready to pick up on that? What a woman wants? Going from what we started today might be a leap to large. Let's take smaller steps at the time first." She pulled Davit closer to her and petted the back of his head, burying his head against her bosom with no shame.

“I don't try to pull you down, hun, but just temper you a bit so we don't lose all this progress."

She did not really receive a reply from him, so she waited a bit but still no reply. Then she pulled Davit from her chest and saw his bright red face and his eyes fixed at her breasts.

“Oh forgot, you are ashamed of them. Well don't be, they are perfectly normal. You can touch them if you want."

Davit's maw fell open and he looked at her face. He edged his hands up but paused about two or three centimetres away from her breasts. “No, I shouldn't." he said but was not given a choice by the dragoness taking his hands and pushing them against her breasts.

“There is nothing you can do wrong with me; I am here to help you. And I am willing to. I give you my full consent to touch me so that you might have some experience when you ever get close with a girl"

Then the dragon suddenly remembered something “Or… Do you wish that I was a man instead? I can do that for you if you want."

Davit felt his emotional overload kick back in again, his face was burning, and he did not know what to do. But he just looked at her breasts, taking in the soft and warm scales that coated the two breasts, he could feel her nipples hardening slightly at the touch.

“Why do dragons have breasts…don't you lay eggs."

She snickered at his question, making him feel just a bit silly. “Yes we did, long ago. But my full form can't fit in this apartment…and I just like these things. I should blame being a human for far too long and having to sport them. Besides they are sensitive, so they are a great thing."

Sensitive? How would a dragon be sensitive? He felt around a bit more, pinching her nipples between his fingers, receiving a soft gasp of the dragoness. Was she really? He wondered how far he could go. But would he dare to go further than this? His heart was already pounding in his chest. And if she was his guardian, he would have to deal with her for the rest of her life, then again… He just looked at her face again, her disarming smile. The way she was softly squishing his hands, could he really do nothing wrong?

He withdrew his hands a bit and pushed his pinky against the mount of her breast, playing around with it a little bit. It hardened but he received no further sound from the dragoness. Instead, her hand slowly withdrew his hand.

“Look, do a bit more like this." She said and cupped her own breasts, holding as much of her breasts in them and giving them a light squish. Then she took his hands again and repeated the action to give a feel for it. “You can play with the nipples but don't focus you attention just on them. Divide your attention a bit. You have a whole woman to please, not just two silly little buttons."

Davit could not be any redder, he felt his blood was pushing into only two spaces and one of them was his head. Slowly he cupped her breasts and pinched her nipple softly between two of his fingers, receiving slight growling huffs from the dragoness. Should he go further?

Slowly he moved his head closer to her breasts, expected to be pushed from him. She put a hand behind his head and softly guided him to her left breast. She did not push him against her breasts but instead let him observe it up close until he made the move.

And he did. He opened his mouth to take the nipple between his lips and roll his tongue around it.

“That's it." She purred and roamed with her hands through his hair. It made him feel many things. He was both excited and horny, but it all felt so tender. So lovingly, butterflies in his stomach. Yet he could not name the feeling. It was a feeling he had felt so long ago that he lost the idea of what it was, yet it was all pleasant edging him on.

He was rewarded but a light growling moan from the dragoness, with her other free claw she pulled him on her lap, laying back against the seat of the couch while he admired her larger frame and breasts. He was drowning in the sensation and drove onwards. He was all pure instinct, and he was a sloppy lover, but she guided him to all the spots he needed to touch on her breasts. After a while she had to force him to pay some attention to her other breast, her nipple just getting slightly sensitive from all the forced attention.

“Just spread your attention, hun." She hummed softly, letting him explore more while she got her own pleasures. Oh, how lucky she was that humans could not smell a draconic need. A need that was building between her legs. Maybe he would smell it when he got face to face with it. She was sure he would not be ready for it, so she shouldn't really push him. She could always use her tail after that.

“Now, hun." She pulled his face from her breast, leaving a trail of saliva between her nipple and his mouth. “Remember, the whole woman needs attention." Then she drew his face in and planted his lips on her lips. The kiss was sloppy. It did not help the two that her draconic anatomy was a bit odd for such a kiss. They did manage to work it and even have a small French kiss. When he pulled away from her, she let her tongue extend so he was suckling her tongue soft a bit. Finally, he fully withdrew from her, rolling to the side and from the couch.

“That was…something." He looked over at her. “What changed your mind from 'it is not proper'?"

“You did, you showed that you could interact with others…so I am not afraid you get too attached to me…" She stood up. “But I would like a shower and you need some relaxing after today. Talking to people and being intimate with a dragon must be draining for you."

In reality she wanted something else and moved to the shower to run the hot water over her scales to turn her tail into herself and push it between her wet folds, masturbating with his tail. She needed some release. Even though she was more of a spectre, this physical body had its needs. Needs that might have been too much for her poor human to handle, so she would have to get rid of them herself.

Davit sat on the couch bewildered a bit, not only did he make out with a dragon, but he had also got intimate with her. He did want to write it down in his book, yet last moment refrained from it. First, he wanted to see what the day would bring. He needed something to drink. Perhaps she wanted a celebrity dinner? She never displayed the urge to eat, but she still ate a bit of pizza with him from time to time, so perhaps she wanted to get something nice to eat.

Without thinking he opened the door to the shower, after all she was always naked, what could possibly… He paused to look at the huffing dragoness with a good portion of her tail shoved into her vent. He just stared flabbergasted at the dragoness pushing her tail into her snatch while the hot steamy water was running over her scaled body.

He did not quite know how long he stood there, but eventually the door slipped from his fingers and slammed close, alerting the dragoness that her private time was no longer private. Slowly she turned her head around in fear of what was standing behind her. She knew, there was only one person that could be standing there, even though she did not want to admit it yet to herself.

“Davit…how long have you been standing there?" She asked, looking at the flustered and flabbergasted human that was red like a tomato. Soon he would match her red scales.

“Long enough" was the eventual answer from his lips, but he felt like he was not really talking. “Why?"

“Because I have my needs, hun. And it did not feel right to force them up on you." She did not dare to pull her tail from her slit, instead she just turned around. Hoping that the tip did not create that much of a budge in her stomach. Oh, how she was happy that the water running over her scales where hiding some of the juices that leaked from her snatch.

“And what if…" He said softly. “I didn't mind?"

The dragoness cocked her head slightly to the side, observing her human. Well, his pants where budging so his body was aroused, but was it really wise?

“Hun please don't push yourself too far. I am perfectly fine like this."

He did start to slowly unbutton his shirt, then get rid of his pants and undies so that he was also naked. His mast was standing tall from the sight of her and what they did earlier.

“Showering together safes up on water." He said as he got into the shower with her. The shower was not that spacious, especially with a large dragoness in there. He was pushed against her belly, his head disappearing between her breasts due to the difference in hight. He traced his hand along her belly, feeling the budge of the tail tip and making her moan slightly.

“Well.." She huffed softly. “I would hate to cost you more money. While you are in here, could you get my back side, please?" She turned around. In that moment, she was too deep in to get out, even if she wanted. She just hoped that she was not pushing him too much too fast. Only that day he had spoken with someone, perhaps this was all too much… or perhaps he needed this as alternative therapy to get more confidence in himself. She honestly did not know anymore, the only thing she knew is that she had been interrupted just about near her peak and her tail was stuffed in her. Slowly she turned around, careful not to hit him with her wings or the arched tail.

She could feel his hand on her back, tracing down to her lower back and cupping her scaled rear. Then a hand slowly traced over her tail and pulled on it, pulling it out of her slit. She gasped a loud long moan while he pulled the wet tail from her slit. She kneeled and pushed her butt backwards against him, pinning him against the glass with her tail over his shoulder and around his neck.

“Shouldn't I, you know…get you ready?" Davit offered in a blush feeling his painfully hard member against her slit.

“Yes, normally…but now, I am already ready." She reached with a claw down, tracing its sharp tip along his member. She received a long groan from her human. Well, he sounded ready. She angled herself a bit and guided his member into her slit, gasping from the penetration of the ex-virgin boy.

He pushed forwards, using the glass wall to push him against and down into her snatch. Her already stimulated vagina gripped around his shaft and milked it. While she was too large for him to grab her around, he leaned forwards and hold steady against her sides, arcing her tail forwards and against her back. He pushed, even if the shower did have much room. It resulted in only shallow trusts.

The dragoness did her part to help. Her walls were divine around his member, milking him with experience and making it hard for the poor boy to last long. He did not need that, though. She was already on her way with her orgasm. With two claws she teased and pinched her clit to let the orgasm build. Her orgasm rippled through her, and she let out a roar that shook the walls of the shower, flushing his hips with some clear juices that were washed away by the shower.

Davit did not climax far longer, shooting his seed into her. They stayed there in the afterglow while his member loosened from her slit, letting his seed drool out from it.

“I needed that" she gasped, although she did not receive any answer from her poor human. “And if you need a more hands-on experience in how to pleasure a woman…. Are you ready for round two?"

“Dear diary.

Sorry for not writing in your for over a few weeks now. Time has been crazy since last entry. I managed to get a girlfriend! But let's first explain to you, dear diary, how I got here since you helped.

After I last wrote into you… I managed to get laid with my guardian dragon, like many times. The shower was just the start and every day after was just bliss. I started to write more too, my first story was a dragon smut about my life, you know how a lone boy manages to get laid. But she is not my girlfriend no.

That girl from the writing group I managed to talk to, we have a lot in common. Although I have one problem, she asked me to be her boyfriend and I said yes. My dragon is proud on me… and wanted to leave but she said she couldn't anymore!

I wonder what it is…

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People I last talked to:

Do I really have to list everyone? There are quite a lot I talked to.

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“Okay Davit" The dragoness said, petting her belly. “I know this might sound odd… but I figured out why I can't leave." She took his hand in her hands and pushed it against her stomach. He could feel some kind of round object in there.

“Are you sick?" he asked worried.

“No" she said brisk. “That is an egg."

And suddenly the whole world was spinning around Davit. The last thing he heard from his dragoness before he collapsed on the floor. “It seems that you have to introduce me to your girlfriend…"