Draconic Affairs
(C) 2003-4 Gren Remoz (gren@bk.ru)
http://www.outfoxed.net/~gren

Note: This story contains material that is not suitable for all readers.  If
you are under 18, or if sexual content offends you, do not read this story.

	Jason was walking through the forest north of the Trade Center as he often
did.  Spending a week or two away from the bustling business of the Trade
Center always felt good; the stress seemed to pour off of him.  Part of the
reason it relieved his stress so well was that nothing ever happened; never
had he encountered another sapient being in these woods and he'd seen few
animals (though he'd heard plenty).
	This time started out no different.  He moved along, setting up his tent
every night.  It rained too often to sleep in the open, but not enough to
disturb his relaxation.
	When he woke up on the eighth day, the day he turned around and started
back again, this pleasant pattern was broken.  As he walked into a clearing he
saw a large form curled up in the sun.  At first he thought it was some kind
of animal (he hadn't seen many and wouldn't recognize them), but as he got
closer he saw it was a dragon.
	Now, admittedly, this was not the first dragon he'd ever seen.  They
periodically visited the Trade Center, but it was the closest he'd ever been
to one.  The Trade Center had special staff that was trained to deal with
dragons; he wasn't.  He had no idea how to interact with dragons without
getting eaten and was thereforth just as happy that this one was asleep.
	As he walked by, within a couple feet of the dragon, he had an urge to
touch the dragon's hide.  He resisted and walked by the dragon.  As he passed
the head he noticed that its eyes were open and that they were following him.
Once he was passed the dragon it lifted its head and looked at him.
	"And who might you be?"
	"Ah, Jason?" He hadn't been prepared for the dragon to talk to him.
	"I am Val Salr," the dragon told him as it got to its legs and walked over
to Jason.
	"Nice meeting you?" Jason said.  It was his uncertainty about what the
dragon considered 'polite' that caused it to become a question rather than any
actual intent.
	"It certainty is.  I was just starting to get a bit lonely; my companion
was supposed to meet me here a couple days ago, but had to cancel," the dragon
paused to nuzzle Jason chest.  "His partner found out about our affair and was
apparently quite upset.  I was so looking forward to meeting him again, too."
The dragon nuzzled Jason's chest again.
	"You come here frequently then?" Jason asked.  Considering he has come
this way every couple of months for the past few years, he was surprised he'd
missed a couple of dragons.
	"It was to be our first time here; he had gotten the feeling our old spot
had been discovered and so we moved.  Seems he didn't get the feeling soon
enough; poor me, I never felt a thing."
	"Ah, right." Jason was at a loss for words, because he had no idea what
the dragon wanted, nor what he was expected to say.
	"But no worries; surely you can provide me with a bit company; I won't
keep you long.  You can stay, can't you?"  The dragon nuzzled his chest again
then looked him in the eye.  It looked like the dragon would burst into tears
if he said no (that is, if it could; Jason had never seen a dragon cry, but
that wasn't something many humans did at the Trade Center, either).
	"Of course," he said, hesitating only a moment.  He didn't really want to;
he wasn't used to dealing with any non-humans, let alone large carnivorous
ones.  He hadn't even dealt with he sakian and they practically lived next
door compared to dragons.
	"Oh, I'm so glad!" the dragon said pouncing on him and clutching him
against its chest.  It wasn't the most comfortable position, but it was
considerably better than what had gone through his mind when he saw the dragon
jumping at him.  Not only was the position uncomfortable, but the dragons grip
was making it hard to breathe.  Jason's vision was limited to the dragon's
chest and so he was rather surprised when, moments later, the dragon released
its grip and he found he was on top of the dragon, which was laying on its
back.  Its wings were spread outward, presumably to avoid being flattened by
its weight.
	Then, before he was able to catch his breath, the dragon ran its tongue up
him, leaving saliva over his shirt and face and giving him a large dose of
dragon's breath at the same time.
	"Ugh," the dragon said.  "You clothes taste terrible; here, let's get you
more comfortable."  The dragon removed his pack and started removing his shirt
before he was able to protest that he could do so himself just fine.  At the
dragon's prompting he removed his shirt and shoes but was reluctant to take
off his pants.
	"Ah, come on.  You hardly need them here; its plenty warm enough and its
not like anybody's going to see you--I know how you humans are about being
seen that way--besides I'm not wearing anything, so why should you?"
	Once it finished speaking, it nuzzled him again, almost seeming to try to
get its snout inside his waistband.  Rather than have his pants ripped apart
by this, he reluctantly slide them off and set them aside.
	"There, now isn't that better?  We're more equal now."
	Jason sat up on the dragon's chest with one leg on either side.  He hoped
that they'd be moving on to something else now, but no, the dragon seemed to
have taken a distinct interest in his nakedness.  It reached up with one
finger and poked at his crotch.
	"And you're male, even if you're a bit small, eh?"  The dragon grinned at
him, playing with his penis.  He could feel it become firmer and started to
get an idea what the dragon might be after.
	When the dragon pushed him so he was lying on his back on the dragon's
stomach he thought he knew the dragon's intent perfectly.  The dragon gripped
his now firm penis in one of its forepaws.
	"If we're to have any fun, I'm going to have to fix you a bit first,
aren't I?"
	"Ah," Jason said.  'Fixing' was what they did to animals to control the
breeding population.  He rather didn't want to be 'fixed' himself.
	The dragon held on tightly to his penis with one forepaw and placed the
other on his crotch, the base of his penis between its index finger and thumb.
Then it said a few words he couldn't understand.  This was followed by a
tingling in his crotch and penis.
	The dragon removed the forepaw from his crotch.  When he tried to sit up
to see what the dragon had done, this paw pushed him back down.  Then the
dragon started playing with his penis and it informed him everything down
there was working perfectly.  Jason began to wonder just how the dragon had
'fixed' him.  The dragon continued playing with his penis until he orgasmed.
The dragon laughed, running its tongue across his crotch.
	After this the dragon sat up and Jason slid downwards so that he was
sitting on the base of its tail and it was looking down at him.  Although he
would have appreciated warning, this did give him a chance to see what the
dragon had done.  His penis, though still quite present, had only a
resemblance to before.  It and his crouch were now covered in thick hide much
like the dragon's, and his pubic hair seemed to have disappeared entirely.
What shocked him the most, however, was that his balls had disappeared; his
penis seemed to just stick out of his crotch by itself now.  That, and he now
had a tail.  It was currently resting against the dragons upraised chest.
	The dragon was smiling at him, "Humans are so wonderfully simple to magic;
and now we can have some real fun."
	Jason didn't respond as he was still recovering from the shock.  He did,
however, shift positions so his newfound tail was behind him; that way he at
least didn't have to see it.  This left his penis laying on a slit between the
dragon's legs, one that he quickly realized was the dragon's vagina.  As this
realization sunk in, a gentle forepaw was placed against his back, just
touching the base of his tail, and it pushed him forward so that his penis
slid into the dragon's vagina.  Then it laid back down and pushed him into a
laying position of its stomach.
	He was surprised at this point that he was feeling quite aroused.  His
tastes had always run for human women.  Dragons had never seemed particularly
attractive before, but now this dragon's very scent caused his body to
tremble.
	Slowly he pulled his penis outward then thrust in again, repeating this
simple action over and over.  As he did this a distant part of his mind was
remarking that he was having sex with a dragon; not something people normally
did.  This distant part of his mind was drowned out by the pleasure the act
was bringing, though.
	When he finally climaxed and his seed entered the dragon he relaxed limp
on the dragon's stomach and chest.  At this point the distant voice managed to
break through; you've lost your virginity to a dragon, it told him.  Although
he acknowledged this as being very true, he wasn't sure he really cared.  It
was a wonderful (if perhaps a bit strange) experience and he was eager to
repeat it.
	"You seem much more relaxed now," the dragon said, "you were so tense
before you seemed like you'd break if anyone so much as touched you."
	Jason mumbled a reply, but since he wasn't sure what it was the dragon
undoubtedly didn't know.  He just didn't feel like speaking at the moment.
The tension had all run out of his body now, leaving only a light, happy,
satisfied feeling.
	This lasted only moments as the dragon rolled onto its feet, dumping him
unceremoniously on the ground.  At first he thought the dragon was leaving as
it walked away.  It stopped once it was no longer over him, though and lowered
its chest to the ground, causing its rear-end to stick up in the air.  Jason
could see its vagina facing him, at just the right height for him to get his
penis in.  It was clear to him that this was an invitation.
	Since he didn't immediately jump on, the dragon looked back at him, the
look on its face clearly a come-on-and-do-it look.  He shrugged, walked up to
the back of the dragon and thrust his penis into it.  Reaching forward, he
wrapped his arms around the tail that was sticking almost straight up.
	He slowly pulled his penis out, then rammed it in once more.  He repeated
this a second time; a third.  Each time he thrust faster, loosing himself in
the pleasurable sensations that seemed to be taking root in him like some
monstrous tree (not that the sensations were monstrous).  As he continued, he
rubbed himself against the dragon's tail.  He knew he was getting covered in
the dragon's scent, but this only got him more excited.  It didn't take long
before he climaxed once more and he filled the dragon with more of his seed.
	As he stepped back from the dragon, he could feel his arousal slide away.
He still found the dragon's scent pleasurable, but not in the same way.  It
didn't cause him to become aroused or amorous, just made him feel content with
the world.  He felt a pang of regret that he hadn't been able to take her like
a male dragon would have (properly, his mind was trying to tell him), but this
feeling last only briefly before disappearing into his general feeling of
contentedness.
	The dragon turned around and rolled on her side, pulling Jason against her
breast like a toy.  Although he knew that he really needed to be getting back
to his journey, her scent made him feel so content and relaxed that he put off
worrying about how much time he'd lost and snuggled closer to the dragon's
breast.
	He was surprised to wake up some time later.  The dragon had disappeared,
leaving him curled around a small bundle of cloth that smelt strongly of her;
a smell he still found comforting.  He stood, feeling water run off his body.
It had clearly rained, but it didn't seem to bother him as much as normal.
	Searching the clearing, he found his clothes scattered about and soaked
through.  The shirt would just make him colder if he wore it, but the pants
were a necessarily.  He started to pull them on, but stopped, finding that not
only had the dragon not reversed its changes to his groin, the limp penis he
was used to seeing had been replaced with a sheath.  Furthermore, he still had
a surprisingly long tail (it was about three feet longer than his legs), and
because of this his pants no longer fit.
	He wondered briefly why the dragon had left him like this, deciding that
it had probably thought he was better looking like this, more draconic.
	He gathered his clothing together along with his pack.  Setting his
clothes to dry, he took advantage of the moment to cut and secure a hole in
the back of his pants for his new tail to fit through.  When he got back to
the Trade Center he'd have to buy all new pants--but they dealt with enough
different species that they'd likely have something that would fit
half-decently.
	It was when he was putting on his modified pants that he discovered
something else; his legs had changed as well.  His thighs were larger, his
shins shorter and he was standing on his toes (and, he realized almost
simultaneously, his feet were sore from doing so).  It appeared that his
entire body below the waist had been modified to resemble that of a dragon.
This resulted in his having to modify his pants once more.  He also tied his
shoes to the bottom of his pack, since they no longer fit on his feet.
Hopefully they'd have some better footwear at the Trade Center as well.
	With his clothes on once more (with the exception of his shoes) he set out
for the Trade Center.  He forced himself to move at a brisk pace, being a day
behind schedule.  He was going to have a lot of explaining to do when he got
back, but at least he had several days to figure out what he was going to say.
	- GR2003