Ilean College

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Another story with same-sized action. Yes, I am capable of writing those, when I am in one of those weird moods. :p This was a birthday present for someone, who requested something involving two gay students trying to work out a kind of relationship. I did start on a sequel, but I think I lost it on an old computer...


"Lizor, you're the only one left for Ilean U! Go for it!" Tiran said, cheering his friend on. It was the conference championship weightlifting meet, and for the second year in a row, Lizor was the almost sure winner. He could bench press far more than anyone in the field, even from larger schools, and even the competing coaches seemed just willing to take second.

"Ready!" the judge called out, watching Lizor's lift. "Third lift, 840 pounds! Begin!" And when Lizor began, everyone within 10 feet went deaf for a moment with the roar he let out to pump himself up, the weight coming down to his chest quickly. His muscles rippled under his red scales, like some sort of impossible power, as the weight slowly came back up, and another lift was finished.

Everyone cheered, even competitors, who didn't seem to mind taking second to the most powerful dragon the colleges had seen in at least 50 years.

Tiran - and several others from Ilean - came over to congratulate Lizor on another win. "You did it!" Tiran said, giving Lizor a friendly slap on the back just below his wings.

"Yeah. This stuff's easy," he said nonchalantly, as if this was just another of the smaller meets he absolutely dominated in. "Anyway, I've gotta clean up here, but I'll see you around dinner, okay?" Lizor probably needed a shower, as his scales were shining with sweat, but he still managed not to look tired.

"Okay, Lizor. I hope I'll see you then," Tiran said, leaving the weight room again, heading back into the sunny afternoon. It was still a few hours until dinner, so he would probably just spend the time wandering around campus. Unless...

"I think I will draw something," he said, heading back towards his apartment, just off campus by a block, and going upstairs. Where Lizor was the school's athletic star, Tiran was the artistic jewel. He could take anything and bring it to life on paper. "He usually eats about 6:30, so I'll have three hours... enough to do a sketch at least."

Getting out his favorite pencils and a sheet of paper, Tiran spent all of that time working on the art. He drew Lizor, lying there as he lifted the weight as if it were nothing, just as he had seen him do a few minutes before. But unlike the real scene, Tiran decided to leave out one detail: clothing. He showed the muscles he imagined under the tight shirt and shorts Lizor often wore -not that his outfits usually did leave much to the imagination - and quietly mrrred to himself as he worked. "I wish he was gay" he found himself thinking, "Then maybe I wouldn't just have to draw him like this."

He kept drawing until the sun went down later, his thoughts wandering more than a few times, until he had a finished sketch there on the desk. "I don't think I'll share that one with him. At least not yet..."Tiran slid the picture into the desk drawer he kept hi own 'personal art', as he liked to refer to it: all the things he wouldn't show someone else. He took a moment to page through there, looking at the various pictures he'd made, smiling as he saw each one. "I just hope I can keep my thoughts to myself tonight..." he said, more of a wish than a statement, as he set out again.

Lizor was already waiting at his usual table on the campus restaurant, and wing-waved Tiran over as soon as he walked in. Smiling to himself, Tiran came over, and sat down across from the red dragon. "Evening," Tiran said, "That was some meet, huh?"

The waiter brought out drinks before even giving a menu; Lizor was such a regular, they already knew what he'd order. Apparently he'd said something for his guest as well, because another drink for Tiran had been brought as well. "Thanks," he said to the waiter, before turning back to Tiran. "Yeah, but you get used to winnin' after a while. Kinda makes me wish I could win a few other things. My grades need help."

Tiran took a quick drink, and reeled his mind back in again. "Win a few other things... could he mean winning someone over?" Silently rebuking himself for getting his mind that far out of line, he nodded a bit. "Well, as always, I can tutor you where you need the extra help. Oh, and before I forget to say it, thank you for treating me to dinner tonight."

Lizor smiled at the thought of getting tutoring. "Think he'd mind me helpin' myself to a few things? Always did think he was kinda cute." He said, talking to himself. "Well, they give me free food when I win, and I get to share. No girlfriend to share with, so may as well bring a friend." Everyone on campus wondered how Lizor and Tiran could have become so close as friends, but nobody said anything. If Tiran didn't come up with some witty way of putting it down in speech, art, or writing, Lizor would put an end to a rumor personally.

"No girlfriend?" Tiran asked, trying to sound as indifferently surprised as possible. "I would have expected half of the females here to be looking at you." The waiter came back again, and they both placed their orders quickly, wanting to get back to their conversation.

"Nope. Seems like the only girls who want me want me for doin' it. I want someone deeper." Lizor half-surprised himself by saying that, but it was true, at least. He didn't want a one-night-fling -most people on campus had heard enough bad things about those anyway - but rather a true relationship. "But with all your brains, I'd have thought you'd have someone."

Tiran said, "No, I'm still available," faster than he would have wanted to, but tried not to blush through his blue-green scales. He didn't dare ask for a night out; even though he had known Lizor since the first day of college, and they'd become great friends, he just knew this would ruin their friendship. "You are too, Lizor?"

Lizor nodded silently wondering how this topic came up in the first place. "Yep. Nobody for me yet." He looked around for the waiter, partially because he was hungry, but mostly to find some reason to change the subject. "Can you believe how long they're taking with this?"

Tiran knew that was his hint to drop it, and started to talk with Lizor about other things for the few minutes left until the food came. By the time dinner was over, Lizor agreed to come over the next day, around 3 in the afternoon, to do some studying. And Tiran, at Lizor's insistence, said he would come to the pool that morning, to get some exercise. Both dragons liked that idea, as each silently liked to watch the other.

"Catch ya later," Lizor said, standing up from the table, giving Tiran a hearty slap on the back. "And don't pretend to oversleep like you did last time.

"I won't, Lizor. You have a good night." Tiran didn't think Lizor would let him forget the time a fuse in his apartment complex blew leaving the power out just long enough to knock out the clocks. He laughed anyway, just because he knew it wasn't his fault, even if it jokingly was. Tiran stayed just a little longer to finish his tea, watching Lizor's powerful form stroll out.

Lizor took a jog back to his dorm after dinner, just to try stretching himself out a little, mostly just to stay flexible after the competition. "Doubt he'll notice me lookin'," Lizor thought about Tiran, already knowing he'd steal at least one look at him. Once back up in his room, he took a quick shower, and laid down on the bed to watch some TV, taking the rest of the night to mess around.

His dorm was an absolute mess too. He didn't have a roommate; the place was all his fault. Books and other class related items were in a pile somewhere off in a corner, under a thin layer of dust, much of it just not being used. His clothing was strewn about the floor, along with a few papers, candy wrappers he didn't want to pick up, and other things it was just too much of a bother to organize. The only things in the entire room with some order were his bed, which was clear except for his clothes from today, and the TV shelf, as the TV was the one thing in the room he actually did care about.

Perhaps a half-mile away, Tiran was getting home, unlocking his apartment before heading inside. "That was nice of him to take me to dinner," he said, just talking to himself, as he often did at home. He slipped out of his clothing - no need to hide anything once you're alone - and sat down at his desk, looking through some of the assignments he had. "I'll do this tonight, this tomorrow..." he continued on, until each paper had been given a date he would tackle it on, all of them well ahead of the actual due dates.

If Lizor's place was a dump, than Tiran's was a near-perfect opposite. Everything had a place, and Tiran didn't even feel right leaving something out unless he would need it again before long. Before doing anything else, Tiran turned on his alarm, just in case he'd forget, and turned on some quiet music to work to, sitting back at his desk to handle the assignment he'd planned on doing tonight.

He worked quickly, and as soon as he was done, the paper went back into his folder, to be turned in the next day. Tiran rarely needed more than a half-hour a night, with the way he organized, leaving him more than enough time to do other things. Those things included art, as he pulled out the sketch of Lizor he'd done earlier in the afternoon, and worked on finishing it. "I wonder if he'd ever let me actually feel him, not just draw him..."

Lizor meanwhile, was turning off the TV, stretching once more before flopping onto bed, lights out. After the meet, he had to get some extra sleep, and this was his way of catching up on it. He didn't bother with an alarm, as he usually woke naturally at dawn, leaving the clock rather pointless.

Tiran spent an extra hour finishing up the piece, showing as much detail as he could, even in the facial expression. "He is pure power..." he said thinking of Lizor again, as he ran a paw over the finished drawing, just imagining what it would be like to fun a paw over the real dragon. But as he yawned he knew it was time for him to get sleep as well, and he climbed into bed without wasting any time, not needing very long to fall asleep either. He was mentally tired from his imagination, and from working so hard on his studies.

Even as they slept both dreamt a little of the other, and neither one seemed to mind the thought in the least. Sure, it might be unpopular for a student at Ilean to be gay, but their dreams didn't seem to care. Both Tiran and Lizor woke up rather aroused from their shared dream, but they saved themselves; the morning swim would take enough of their energy and self-control to get through as it was, without them pawing of so early in the morning.

Tiran was the early riser, and took his own quick shower in the morning, before putting on a rather comfortable with T-shirt and his swimming trunks. He took a moment to think about Lizor again before walking out, heading for the campus pool.

Lizor growled at the alarm clock when his went off, but he grudgingly got up before throwing on whatever clothing was nearest. He picked a tank top that showed off his muscles very well, and a tight-fitting swimsuit to go along with it. He jogged to the pool, trying to spend some of the energy he had, so he wouldn't end up showing off more than he planned to.

Both the dragons arrived 15 minutes early, both trying to hide their thoughts as they gave one another a respectful but noncommittal smile. "We're gonna do some laps," Lizor said, chuckling as he saw the change in Tiran's expression, "Oh come on, you can do it whether you like it or not." Trying to urge his friend on, Lizor dived into the pool, splashing Tiran in the process.

"Okay, I'll swim with you," Tiran said, chuckling quietly at Lizor's energy. He really liked to see him like that, showing off his power a little while still seeming playful, and again Tiran wondered if Lizor ever would play in other ways. Quieting those thoughts for now, he took off his shirt, climbed into the shallow end of the pool using one of the ladders, and swam slowly to meet Lizor in the water. "How many laps do you think we should do?"

"Hmm... 20 sound good?" Lizor was in far better shape and could have probably done ten times than many, but he didn't want Tiran to tire out. He cared for him, more than he really wanted to admit to publicly, and he already knew he'd have to help him with the last few. Which was fine for him, as he could feel Tiran out a little. Throwing off his wet shirt, Lizor motioned for Tiran to come with him to one end of the pool, so they could get started.

Tiran took the first few laps slow, trying to make it look like he was saving his energy, but he was spending more energy looking at Lizor than he was swimming. He was just glad that he had a fairly loose bathing suit after about the sixth lap. "Let's go!" Lizor said, going a little faster, and Tiran was left to play catch-up for the rest of their swim leaving him breathless by the time it was finally over.

"How... do.. you... swim... like... that..." Tiran said between gasps, climbing out of the pool first, then watching Lizor get out, the water flowing off his scales as he emerged from the water.

"I just practice. You'd get used to it, if you showed up more often" Lizor answered with a chuckle, giving Tiran a playful shove. Tiran nearly lost his balance, but he' gotten used to that, and was rather quick to react.

"I suppose so," Tiran said, his breath returning slowly. "Our study time is still this afternoon, right?" Tiran knew that Lizor would probably forget without the reminder.

He was right too, as Lizor looked at him stupidly for a moment. "Um... yeah! Sure! What time was it again?"

"Three o'clock."

"Right! I'll be there, Tiran. Really." Lizor took one of the towels and dried off his scales, trying not to look too stupid as he forgot. His memory wasn't the best, at least when it came to school things. He called it a selective memory, as he could only remember selective things, and studying was not something he often selected. "Anyway, dry off, get lunch, and I'll see ya."

Tiran nodded, and had started to dry off as well. "I'll be in my apartment. Please don't forget this time okay?" Once dry, Tiran put his shift back on, and turned back to Lizor, trying to keep his gaze modest.

"I won't! I won't! Get outta here!" Lizor roared, holding back a laugh. Tiran knew it was playful, and stated to walk off, chuckling to himself. He stopped for lunch along the way, left rather hungry after that swim. Once home, he got out his art again, and looked over the picture of Lizor he'd done earlier, rather proud of the work.

Tiran kept looking over it, until he realized the time and the fact he hadn't has a shower yet. Quickly putting his pictures back in the drawer he went into the shower, making sure that it was a quick one.

Lizor came early, though. The door was open - Tiran never bothered locking it if he was expecting someone - and Lizor just came in, making himself comfortable. "Guess he's showerin'," he said to himself, taking a look around at things. The art drawer was left slightly open and caught Lizor's eye, as he walked over, taking a careful look inside. "What the?!"

When he saw the pictures of himself, many of them without any clothing he felt himself blushing. "So he is..." he couldn't believe Tiran actually was gay, but still didn't think he should say anything. He didn't want to embarrass him.

When Tiran came out of the shower, though, towel around his waist, he was stunned into silence. Lizor didn't notice, but Tiran could see him looking through the art. Not bothering to put clothes on just because he had to say something, he came back out to near where Lizor was, and tapped on his shoulder, trying to hold back tears. "Please... d... don't..." He couldn't hold back very long as he started crying burying his muzzle in the towel.

This was not familiar territory for Lizor either. He wasn't sure what to say, or how to say it, or if there was anything to say at all. Deciding against words, he just stood up, embracing Tiran in a tight hug trying to relax him that way. "Don't what?" he said just trying to figure out what was so upsetting.

"Don't hate me now..." Tiran said, still crying, now putting his head on Lizor's shoulder.

"I wouldn't hate you, man. You're to cute to hate." That stopped the crying very quickly, as Tiran looked right into Lizor's eyes, going silent for a long moment, as if trying to figure out what was going on here.

"Y... you think I'm cute?" Tiran said, more surprised than anything else. "I... I don't believe this is happening..." He took a seat on the sofa, trying to recover, just shocked now. "Are... are you..." He just had to ask, but he didn't feel the words wanting to come out, leaving him speechless for a rare moment.

"Gay?" Lizor said, finishing the question that Tiran just couldn't ask. "Well..." Lizor sat down next to Tiran over on the sofa, rubbing his back softly. "I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't attracted..." He then moved one paw down Tiran's front, rubbing the places where the towel covered, causing Tiran to mrrr contently, though still shocked.

Tiran nodded very slowly, still mostly stunned by all of this. "You're the sexiest dragon in the school..." he said blurting it out before he thought about the words, leaving him feeling a little more embarrassed. " You... don't mind?"

Lizor shook his head, sounding a little more sure of himself than he planned on, but he was also big enough to fight off anything that happened to him, so he just took things in stride, even things like this. "Nope. Not at all. Although..." He slid one paw under Tiran's towel, causing him to go wide-eyed for a moment, "I would like to get one good look at you."

Nodding, and still wondering if he was just dreaming this, Tiran quickly stood up and took his towel off, leaving him completely exposed for Lizor to look at. He had a maleslit, so all his bits were hidden from view for now, though the slit was swollen with the arousal both dragons were feeling. "What should I do now? Can I see you without anything, for once?" Tiran had a lot more questions, but he would save those for later, when he was thinking more clearly.

Lizor was a little reluctant at first but didn't think it was right to turn down that request. Standing up, he took off his shirt and shorts, and threw them onto the back of the sofa, posing just a little for Tiran. "So, you like?" Lizor asked with a chuckle, rubbing Tiran a little more with a paw.

As Tiran's senses returned, the normal feelings he had were surfacing again. He just couldn't do this, as much as he wanted to. People would say too many things about him. He'd never be able to make another friend. "I... yes I do like this, but what will the others say..." He was trying not to cry again.

As words usually didn't mean much to Lizor, he just embraced Tiran in a tight hug, bringing one paw to the back of the taller dragon's head, and rubbing reassuringly. "If they say somethin', either you'll quiet them, or I will." Even in his current state, Tiran let out a chuckle, and almost instantly felt better. Unusual as their pairing was, they both cared, and hat was all that mattered. He hugged back, smiling a little.

"You're right, Lizor. We will keep other people from commenting very often." Tiran was feeling some of Lizor's confidence now, and it was helping immensely. They both hugged tighter, neither really wanting to let go. "Sometime... would you... no, that question is wrong..."

Lizor chuckled. "Wrong? The whole thing is wrong, but do you really think I care? Just ask!"

Blushing slightly, Tiran tried to measure out his words carefully. "Would you... do... it... with me?"

"Do it? Yiff you silly, in other words? Heck yeah!" Lizor had always wanted to so he saw no reason not to show his enthusiasm.

It was still wearing off on Tiran, who smiled, nodding to Lizor. "If you don't mind me being forward, is now a good time?" Lizor answered by half-pouncing Tiran, pinning him to the sofa with a playful grin. "I take that to mean yes?"

As Lizor's cock started to slide from his sheath, the slow nod was Lizor's answer. "Hmm... mind if we trying somethin' I'd heard about?" As Tiran shook his head, Lizor spun around, leaving them both looking at the other's slit, not a position either minded, especially as both of them were getting hard rather quickly. Lizor's powerful form stayed atop Tiran's lithe one, though Tiran could handle it without any trouble. "They call this the '69', I think."

Tiran knew nothing at all about doing things like this and had no idea at all what to expect, but he thought it would be nice, whatever it was. "Okay..." he said, his voice lowered almost as if speaking louder would ruin this moment. Lizor didn't want to wait too much longer, and took Tiran's semi-erect cock into his muzzle, and began to suckle it, causing Tiran to gasp for a moment. Not wanting to be left behind, he started to do the same with Lizor's length, letting his tongue do what it would across the warm flesh, but still being very slow and tentative with his movements. He didn't dare say more, wanting this moment to last, sucking Lizor just as he thought he might someday.

Lizor's contented mrrrs were reward enough for Tiran, but he too was getting his share of pleasure. It was almost too much, and he had to resist the urge to climax instantly; this was nearly overwhelming him. Lizor slowed down just a little, knowing Tiran wouldn't hold out for very long, but he still kept sucking harder than Tiran even dared to. Then again, Tiran couldn't quite tell what to do, as this was something he'd only imagined before. Lizor's cock was almost too thick for Tiran to keep it in his muzzle comfortably, but he was doing as much as he could, coiling his slender tongue around the shaft to keep it held within his muzzle, suckling on it almost like a piece of hard candy, and getting a little of the 'filling' in the process, Lizor's pre coming forth in spurts.

At the same time, Tiran was getting his own pleasure taken to his limits. Lizor kept sucking almost hard enough to force Tiran to climax on the spot, but seemed to know just how much Tiran could take without going over the edge. Tiran let out his own growls, at a higher pitch than Lizor's, but no less pleasured. He too surrendered his pre, which Lizor swallowed greedily, causing Tiran's body to tense. "Gods..." Tiran managed to say, never letting go of Lizor's own cock, sucking it a little deeper into his muzzle. Neither dragon would be holding back for much longer, as they both were taking as much pleasure as they'd experienced before, and just giving their best to their partner was enough; getting something in return just made things better.

Tiran was the one that climaxed first, sending his first wave of seed into Lizor's waiting muzzle. Lizor swallowed it quickly, and the combined efforts of Tiran trying to pleasure him, as well as his own imagination helping out, was too much to resist, as he too climaxed into Tiran's muzzle. Surprised, but hardly disturbed, Tiran managed to swallow, but couldn't get it all at first, causing some of the warm seed to flow out over his muzzle. Both dragons gave the other all they had, only laying there exhausted once they were finished, smiling back at each other. Lizor was the first to get up, as he recovered much more quickly than Tiran, turning himself back around to lie atop the blue-green dragon. "So, how's that for a first time..." he said playfully, nuzzling Tiran's seed-covered muzzle just so he'd get some of his own seed back.

"That... was a first time..." Tiran said, still almost gasping for air, as that was far more intense than anything he'd have anticipated. Lizor knew that Tiran was tired, and didn't try press him for anything more, though he certainly wouldn't have minded going again. "Shall we... clean up?"

Lizor chuckled, shaking his head. "You're too practical. Relax already!" Tiran complied with that, laying back down on the sofa, nodding slightly back to Lizor. "We can deal with that later," Lizor continued, licking a little seed from Tiran's muzzle before giving him a soft kiss. The two just laid there for a while, until the sun set over the distant horizon, staring into each other's eyes. They shared their thoughts, how long they'd each thought of the other, but how neither dared to break the silence and just admit the truth out of fear. That fear was long gone after this, though.

Tiran finally realized it was time to do something more than just lay there, though, as he tried to get Lizor off of him. "Perhaps I could make dinner..." he suggested, something that didn't get a complaint from Lizor. Twenty minutes later, Tiran had made a nice, even if quick, steak dinner, with plenty of garnish. "This is just something quick; I can do better..."

The meal was far better than anything that Lizor would have come up with. "Whatd'ya mean something quick? This is great!" Tiran blushed slightly, but didn't object to the compliment at all, smiling back at Lizor. They ate rather quickly, the conversation only coming between large bites of meat, but continuing.

"So, Lizor, what do you believe others will think of us?" Tiran asked, almost concerned about things, but knowing he'd not leave.

"Ah, who cares? If they make a comment, you'll come up with somethin' witty, or I'll just silence them good." Lizor always did like taking the direct route, Tiran noted, but didn't object to. Tiran would much rather let Lizor deal with a problem, if he could.

"That's true. So, what should we call each other... boyfriend? Partner?" Having a word meant something for Tiran.

"Mated?"

"I suppose that works..." Tiran had heard the term before, but never imagined he'd be using it in reference to himself. "Mated..." he said, just repeating it for his own ears, smiling to himself just as he imagined what that meant.

"Good. Nice cookin', by the way. I can't cook." Lizor meant it, too. Cooking was one talent that eluded him.

Chuckling softly, Tiran nodded. "Thank you. I tried to make something nice." The two kept exchanging words all night, just making small talk, to get to know each other better. They planned on spending a lot more time with each other now, even if they couldn't tell anyone else their secret, that they were more than just friends...

Altair's Halloween


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This was written for an 11th grade English class. It was a Halloween assignment, and the teacher provided us a list of lines that we had to choose from to start the story. Stuff like "There was a bump in the night..." or "A large shadow passed overhead..." I used one of the openings, of course, but I didn't take the kind of direction I think the teacher was expecting. I got a grade of 100% on the assignment, and the teacher suggested I submit it for possible inclusion in the high school's literary magazine. I declined, for reasons that should be obvious after you read this... apparently the teacher didn't pick up on it. Everyone else that has read this has, though.

This was written before I realized I was a herm dragoness, and while I was still using my old alias. I have changed quite a bit since then, but it's still a good and rather emotional story. It's also one of my gentler pieces, so if most of my writing is too extreme for you, perhaps this will be more to your liking. So, without further adieu, enjoy.


Whirling and dipping in the sky, I looked down at the town below. It was Halloween, the one night a creature like myself could come out into public without having everyone run away screaming. I had heard stories before of that happening; I did not want to join those who had 'disappeared' that way. The street below was clear, so I took the chance and landed.

I became exactly six feet tall before anyone came by; usually, I was far smaller, around two inches in height. The coast was still clear, so I walked down the street, taking me towards the part of town that would be busiest tonight. There was one thing on my mind once I saw the throng of trick-or-treaters: candy. People stopped to look when they saw me, most to admire my 'costume'.

"Wow, look at him!" one shouted.

"Look at those wings! It's almost like they're moving," another remarked.

"His scales seem so real..." a third noted.

"Mommy, mommy! Look! A dragon!" a cute, 7-year-old girl said, pointing directly at me. I suppose I should pause here to explain. Yes, I am a dragon, but not one in the traditional, fire breathing, human-eating, almost savage sense. I'm an anthropomorphic dragon, meaning I'm actually quite human-like, but I still have the heart and soul of one of those great mythical beasts. Some might say I'm the best of both species. I change color with my mood - that night, I was a contented light blue. I do have sharp, ivory claws and wingtips, but I only use them for defense, or to scratch an annoying itch. Clothing is one thing I don't worry about; my 'anatomy' is kept inside a special, internal pouch, and I can never find items that fit anyway.

At six feet tall, as I was that night, my tail was nine feet in length. I don't have a tail-spade, like some of my brethren do; mine just tapers down to a soft point. My wings are my favorite, a full fifteen feet from tip to tip at that size. A human can never understand what it's like to fly like I do. I would have rather flown to where I was going that night, but I needed to walk to blend in, even on All Hallows Eve. Humans are not my favorite species, but there was one that I planned to visit while I had the chance.

But, back to the story. Along the way that night, I stopped at several houses, shouting, "Trick or treat!" loudly enough to scare some of the younger children. A few people asked if I was too old to be trick or treating (At 21, maybe I was, but free candy was too good to pass up.), but I just growled and held out my candy bag. I had my bag ¾ full by the time I reached his house, and I rang the bell. I made sure that no other trick-or-treaters were around beforehand, to ensure we would be alone. "Altair?" he said, addressing me.

"Michael?" I said, looking back at him. He was about 5'9", average build, with glasses on his brown eyes and darker brown hair. Pretty nondescript, really, especially since he wasn't wearing a costume.

"Come inside, Altair," he said, holding the door open for me. "No need to stay in the doorway." We are more alike than you might think. Aside from our physical differences, we were the same. It's a long story, but let's just say that I'm the embodiment of his dreams. At any rate, as soon as Michael asked me inside, he turned off the lights. We didn't want to be disturbed.

He took me to his bedroom, smiling at me. He usually was daydreaming of creatures of my kind, even when I wasn't around for this one night per year, so this was almost a dream come true for him. "What would you like to do?" I asked him. After all, if I could only visit once per year, I wanted to make this special for more than just my presence.

After thinking for a moment, Michael looked at me and said, "Maybe we could do what we did last year…" I chuckled at him, but I understood. There were some things that only this dragon could do for him, that only I could understand. He trusted my magic, and everything I did, making things easier for the both of us. I started by embracing him in a wing-hug, though, just pulling him closer to me.

We lied down on the bed, knowing we'd have the rest of the night. So, I began to work my magic, filling his dream as only I could. He started to shrink under the spell's effect, quickly becoming my own normal height of two inches. Normally, the thought of me being the larger one seemed a bit strange, but Michael was my other half, so it didn't seem to matter to me. His happiness was mine.

For a while, I just held him to my scales, keeping him warm on the cool, autumn night. He loved to be cuddled like a small teddy of some kind, just like me. He kissed the scales on my chest, causing me to let out a contented purr. Were we not two forms of the same being, we would probably have fallen in love. But instead, we just enjoyed each other's company, as two halves of a complex whole.

Michael looked up towards me, with a smile that I knew could only mean one thing. I purred louder as I realized it, knowing this was the one thing I had been looking forward to. What we did shall not be described here, though the omission will likely speak for itself, but suffice to say we were both warmed by the encounter. After, I cleaned him off, and held him to me again. His life was a lonely one, and I wanted to offer him what I could. He longed to live in my world, he dreamed of becoming me, but it was impossible. He had to stay here.

I held him through the night, keeping him safe in my warmth. "I... I wish you could stay..." he said sometime after midnight, with enough emotion to bring a tear to even a dragon's eye. In spirit, we were completely inseparable, but our physical forms could never coexist. He lived in his world; I lived in mine. I didn't want to live either, but I knew I had to leave soon, if I had any hope of making it home before dawn. If another human were to see me flying during the day, I don't think I'd want to know what would happen. Most humans couldn't begin to understand the relationship we had.

Three o'clock came around, the time I had to leave. I could feel my scales turned a darker, sadder blue as I let my human counterpart go, returning him to full size. "Until next year..." I said, trying not to show how I felt. He could only be as strong as he thought I was. Before Michael could say anything, I left, holding back a few tears.

As I flew home, I began to wonder: maybe I could stay, maybe I could live with Michael, maybe I could find a place in the human world. But all the maybe in the world wasn't enough. It was only three short hours until dawn, yet, as I reached my lair, I could tell it was going to be a long, dark night.

In the distance, a wolf howled at the crescent moon, a sad, lonely cry that expressed my feelings better than actual words could even describe. I laid down, staring straight at the ceiling, and did eventually manage sleep, though my reams were of making Michael's come true. It would be a long 364 days to wait, but I was already looking forward to next year.

Four Seasons

My half of an old art trade with Donamer. He's quite the pawslut, so this was right up his alley. :) And this is probably the biggest group thing I've ever done in writing, though it's all footpaws. :)


"Tomorrow is going to be another snowy day, with temps in the lower teens," the weather reporter said, maintaining some kind of sensibility. "There is still no explanation for the bizarre weather patterns yet. Nobody know why it's below freezing this time of year, much less snowing in the summer."

You turn the TV off, and just look confused. This isn't normal to say the least, but nobody knows what's really going on. All that you know if that snow is piled in drifts over a foot high outside, and there's still more coming down, and it's the middle of June! It's too late to bother going outside, so you just lie down, and try getting some sleep.

About fifteen minutes later, you're awakened by a knock on the door. You can't think of anybody that would be out visiting you especially not at this time of the day, so you get up to answer it, grumbling under your breath as you walk. As you open the door, you see an orange, soft-skinned dragon standing before you. "Hey... could you help me? I'm supposed to be in the summer, but it's full winter here! Mind letting me in?"

You let the dragon in, looking at him curiously for a moment. He's about six inches tall than you, orange with red wings, and gray foot soles. He sits down on the couch, putting his feet up, and giving you more of a look than you'd planned on. "Anyway, I'm one of the dragons of the seasons. Call me Argo. I'm supposed the be the summer dragon, but everyone's gotten mixed up, lost and now the seasons are all messed up because of it. If we just found everyone again, things would be normal..."

As he talks, your gaze drifts down to those feet more than once. He doesn't notice, or doesn't say anything if he does, but you do like them. You have to adjust how you're sitting to hide your arousal, just from the thought, more than once. You agree to help out, not sure of what to do, but wanting to try anyway. Besides, such a good-looking dragon can't actually be bad. "Just come with me! Excail - winter - has to be around here somewhere..."

Before you go out, you grab your jacket, not wanting to freeze outside. You offer one to Argo as well, but he declines. "It's summer where I am," he explains, "Even if just within me right now." Once you have the jacket on, you go outside, shivering a bit in the cold you feel. It's colder than the weatherman said it was, thanks to the wind whipping through the trees. The snow blows around a little, and the new fall makes it hard to see very far. You stay close to Argo, and his warmth flow into you. In his footsteps, the snow is mostly melted, and even in the cold e feels as hot as a summer day.

"Excail! Where are you?" Argo shouts as he looks around, trying to get his voice over the wind. You look around and notice a lake that's frozen solid, and more snow falling over that area. You point it out to Argo, and he thinks for a moment. "There would be even more winter where she is..." he says, starting to run over there. As you follow, you feel things getting colder, but not uncomfortably so. It's more like the winter itself is teasing you now.

Sitting down by the frozen lake, you notice a blue anthrodragoness, who's already talking to Argo by the time you walk over. "This is Excail. Excail, he's helping me find everyone again."

Giggling softly, Excail looks over you. "Oh... well, thanks! Nice meeting you." You take a moment to look over her as well, as Argo exchanges whispers with her. She's a few inches shorter than you, rather slender, but seems perfectly comfortable in the cold. As she gives you a hug her body actually feels warm. She gives you a soft nuzzling before she lets you go, then smiles. "We'll find the others. Wanna help?" She winks, almost trying to get you to come along, not that you need much encouragement. Being around a pair of nice-looking dragons is always a good afternoon.

Now that Excail and Argo are back together again, though, something's happening. The snow has stopped, and the temperature's climbing again. It feels more like spring now. "Looks like Verde's going to be next..." Argo says, taking note of the change as well. He looks around for a moment, and after talking with Excail again, they start to walk off again, motioning you to come along with them.

As you climb over a small hill, you feel the warm grass under your feet, see flowers blooming... it's just like the middle of a beautiful spring day. "Verde's around here" Excail says, looking around with you before searching around.

"Let's split up," Argo says, "You go over here, and Excail, you go there..." You head off in the direction you've been pointed to, heading right for a large tree. You look back at the others for a moment, but as you hear humming coming from somewhere nearby, you start to look more closely for the sound.

It doesn't take too long to find the sound, either. Behind the tree you see a green dragoness, simply relaxing against the tree. "Hello. I'm a little lost..." You nod, and explain that you're here to help, and explain everything else that's happened so far, to which shi nods. "Even so, it's such a nice day... want to sit down for a while and relax?"

Verde is right, and you decide to sit down next to hir. Shi stretches hir legs out before hir, leaving hir feet propped up. Hir feet are almost perfect, you realize, looking over them for a moment. Shi giggles softly, noticing your gaze, but doesn't say anything, just looking up at the tree. "It's just beautiful, isn't it?" You nod, though you're thinking of something other than the weather.

Those thoughts are interrupted, however, as Excail and Argo come back over, picking you and Verde up again. "Good. Just one left now..." Argo says to you after a short talk with Verde and Excail. "Autumn's the last one. She won't be hard to find. The leaf colors are so obvious, it's not funny..."

Sure enough, it doesn't take very long to find Autumn. She's standing by a tree t its peak of fall foliage, the orange and yellow leaves swirling about her brown-skinned form. "Hi everyone. Is it time to go now?" You, Excail, Verde, and Argo all nod in unison, and Autumn comes along quickly.

"That's everyone," Argo says, looking right at you, "Thanks a lot. Care to visit so we can thank you?" As you nod, you feel a bit disoriented, like the world is spinning around you. You close your eyes for a moment to try get the feeling to pass, but when you open your eyes again, you're in a completely different world. You're standing on a circle of incredibly smooth, shiny, slick stone, with a symbol for each of the four seasons appearing as part of the stone itself. The stone is marked with a quarter for each season, and as you look up, each quarter of the stone is aligned with a part of the new world around you. A snowflake symbol lines up with the winter; a flower, spring; the sun, summer; and an orange leaf, fall.

From the distance, the four dragons walk towards you, each from their respective realms, heading right for the stone. It's another few minutes before they reach you, but as they do, you feel as if all four seasons are happening at the same time. You feel both warm and cold, like there is life and hibernations, and countless other paradoxes. Yet, in this realm, it all seems completely natural.

"Since you helped us, we want to help you," Argo says, smiling at you. "And since we noticed you looking at our paws, we can indulge that..." You can feel yourself blushing at the statement, but it is true. You almost say you don't need thanks, but the dragons all sit down around you with their legs outstretched, letting you get another look at their feet.

You sit down and take a close look, smiling a bit at the sight. Suddenly, all four dragons stand back up again, and look right down at you. "Just lay down and relax," Verde said, as shi stretched out a bit, "We'll take care of you." Deciding it's easier to just go along, you lay down on the ground, looking back up at the four dragons

Argo moves first, putting one foot on your chest to keep you down "Just relax," he says, before standing up on your chest, letting one foot rest on each of your muscles, rubbing softly with his feet. Autumn moves next, standing up atop your head, carefully balanced so you're not hurt, but still have a close view of her feet. She moves a brown paw right over your muzzle, letting you take in her scent.

Excail and Verde talk to themselves for a moment before they choose a position. They wait to see your length come out of your sheath, your arousal quite noticeable, thanks to the two dragons already on you. Excail puts one foot right on your length, holding it against your stomach, while Verde uses hir foot right on your tip, slowly rubbing just the ball of hir foot against it.

All four of the dragons start out slowly for you, but Autumn is the first to pick things up. She leans down and gives your muzzletip a soft kiss, her feet still slowly working over your muzzle as you lay there, the other dragons pinning you to the ground. Argo is the next to start doing more for you, stomping on your chest in time with the others' movements, making sure that everything stays steady, consistently picking the pace up.

Nearer your length, Excail and Verde continue, the blue dragoness keeping your length pinned down as she works, almost wiping her feet on it, while the green also works harder and faster, grinding your cocktip hard as shi can without being painful, using your pre to make it even easier for hir. After another few moments, Excail switches to her other foot, making sure that she keeps the same pressure as she slowly moves the foot up and down your length, and keeps it firmly pressed against your body.

Argo takes a moment to look at the others, then starts stomping more quickly on you, silently telling the others to do more, to make sure that you're at your absolute peak. Autumn moves a foot slowly over your nostrils, letting you get a good breath of the scent of her foot while Excail presses your length slightly into your stomach, and Verde presses down so hard, your pre is nearly trapped within your shaft, only a little coming out around the ball of hir foot as shi grinds down hard on your length almost as if shi were trying to keep you from climaxing.

You can feel your seed starting to build up within you, and yet the pressure of Excail and Verde's feet keeps you from climaxing yet, forcing the pressure to build within you. Autumn smiles softly down at you as she works around your muzzle, keeping her feet slowly moving. She leans down to give you anther kiss letting her tongue work slightly into your muzzle, before standing back up to her full height over you.

Taking Argo's cue, Excail and Verde start working even faster on your length, a bit of sweat from their feet helping their efforts along as they work, almost impossibly fast against your length. Then, Verde slowly pulls hir foot away from your tip, just far enough to let a small drop of your seed come forth, before shi presses back down again, holding your seed within your length once again. Excail keeps up the movements she has been, working her foot up and down your length. She moves her toes down to the side of your length, giving it a firm squeeze as she strokes you trying to pleasure you as much as she possibly can.

As much as you enjoy it however, it's just too much to resist. Your seed finally comes out around the feet working around your length, the pressure within you too much for the dragonesses to hold back. Your seed shoots up past Argo's legs, nearly hitting Autumn's feet. All four continue working even during your climax, making sure that you don't have a drop of seed left once they're finished. Excail and Verde slowly finish their efforts, and al four dragons just rest atop your for a moment, letting you recover.

"I hope this is repayment for helping us," Argo says, stepping off you chest. Though you are too tired to respond, all four dragons take the look on your face as a 'yes'. "We may met again..." Argo says, his voice fading out as you listen, your vision fading out as well...

When you come around, you're back in your room. Outside, the weather is perfectly normal. It's just a typical, summer day. As you get up, you think it's a dream until you notice a medallion on your desk with the same season symbols you noticed at the home of he other dragons. You put it on, walk out, and realize that you are going to meet them again sometime...

The Capture


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A bit different than some of the stuff I write now, in that it's actually predominantly not macro/micro-oriented, but it was quite enjoyable writing this anyway. Written in the second-person for someone I, unfortunately, am no longer in touch with, it's meant to be enjoyed as if it's happening to you, assuming this is your thing. Can't think of much more to say, other than "Enjoy."


You wake up, groggy, with a dull ache in the back of your head. As you try to move, you feel your paws chained to the wall. Slowly, memories of earlier that day return, still blurred, but enough to explain your current situation. There was... something that passed by, then something hit your head, knocking you unconscious. It wasn't painful - you remember that much - but everything else seems distant, like a fading dream.

The room you're in has just one window; the evening sun shining through it is the only light. Other than the sound of waves, there is silence. You can't see anything but the sky through the window, but you guess you're on the coastline somewhere. But where is somewhere? It doesn't really matter, you decide, slowly drifting off into sleep again...

You're awakened by the sound of a door opening, but it's far too dark to see, now that the room's completely dark. A small anthro-tiger, maybe five feet tall, walks in with a lantern, bringing the light toward you. "Cap'n! We gonna do da usual t' this 'un?" That's when you notice another form in the shadows, standing near the door.

You can't tell who or what it is, but it looks much bigger than the tiger. All you can see is a small flame on its... tail?

"No..." a deep voice rumbles, "I have other things in mind for this one... please, put out the light."

"Aye, Captain," the tiger says. With that, the lantern is extinguished, and the sound of the door closing is the only sign that the tiger has left. Now, you're alone with who- or whatever has that flame. A deep chuckle comes from across the room as the creature walks toward you, the fire on its tail still burning bright in the darkness.

The creature walks casually, swinging the flame-tipped tail idly as it comes closer. Once within a few feet, the tail moves in front of you, letting you see what was standing before you. It's an anthrodragon, a good two feet taller than you are, with bright red-orange scales. Judging from the look of the dragon – who isn't wearing any clothes – it's a he. And he looks powerful; stronger than you are, at least. "So," he says, a smirk on his muzzle, "Comfortable? I do hope you'll enjoy what's next as much as I will." He re-lights the lantern with his tail, the eerie light keeping it only bright enough for you to see him without the fire on his tail lighting his body.

He places a hand on your face, gently stroking your muzzle. "My name's Charassor," he says, "And do you know why you're here? Never mind, you'll find out soon enough." He kneels in front of you, looking over your body for a moment. "So... a herm..." he muses, the tone definitely hinting at something. But what, exactly, you can't quite put a claw on. He stands back up and slips something over your face, a muzzle of some kind, clamping it shut.

"Now, you're going to do what I say. Got it?" Without waiting for you answer – not that you could answer him right now – he undoes the bonds holding you to the wall, letting you move freely again, except for you muzzle. But before you get too comfortable, something pulls your head upwards, forcing you to look back up into Charassor's fire-red eyes. Remembering his warning, you decide not to resist, especially since it looks like he's strong enough to break you in half if he tried.

Charassor presses himself against you, softly mrrring. It isn't long before something hard begins to come out of his sheath, growing longer my the minute. He pulls on your 'leash' every so often, looking down into your eyes. Once his cock reaches its full length, Charassor slowly moves lower on your back, then presses his cock against your tailhole, forcing himself inside you. "Oh, yesss..." he growls as he thrusts inside you, a pleased smile on his face. He wraps his arms around you in a hug from behind, pinning your arms to your sides, as he continues for a while, his growls slowly growing louder and deeper.

But as Charassor's cock is buried deep inside you, you feel your own arousal starting to grow. You cock now comes forth, but Charassor's 'hug' keeps you from doing anything. It doesn't take long for Charassor to notice, though, as he slowly moves his right hand down your body, keeping hold of your muzzle's leash in his left. Even through your muzzle, you manage a muffled moan as he places his hand on your shaft and begins stroking it to its full length, teasing the tip with his thumb.

You lock eyes with Charassor as he pulls on the leash again, but there's something in his eyes, an unspoken message. They seem to claim you as his, and his alone. His growling continues to grow louder as he feel his pre inside you. The light grows brighter as Charassor's climax comes closer, the flame on his tail becoming a raging fire. His movement is quicker now, both as he thrusts inside you and rubs your cock, smiling as he feels your pre on his paw.

It takes only a few more moments for Charassor to climax, sending waves of his hot seed into you. As he tenses, you feel yourself go over the edge, peaking in the same moment. He just stands behind you for a moment, savoring the feeling, before he withdraws from you, then licks your seed of his hand. "Yes, I thought you'd be useful," he mrrrs, leading you back to the wall. But, this time, he doesn't tie you back to the wall; he just releases your muzzle. "Something tells me you don't want to leave. I'm sure you'll want to do this again..." He smiles, gently caressing your face. "It's been a long time since I've found such an eager partner..." The happy glow on his face fades as he continues.

"I remember my first mate," he says with a sigh, "We were together every moment we could be. I loved him so... but, one day, he took ill. We tried to save him but..." As he pauses, you notice a single tear running down his right check. "You remind me of him so – your looks, your likes... Please, stay, I beg of you, at least for this night..." He hugs you as he waits for your answer. You think about it for a moment, then decide there would be no harm in staying; you enjoyed tonight anyway. You nod. Charassor hugs you again as he sees the nod, thanking you for staying. "I'll personally make sure you're provided for. Until morning..." He embraces you in a kiss, then walks out, leaving you alone for the night, with only your thoughts for company.

As the lantern light flickers in the darkness, reminding you of the dragon's flaming tail, you keep thinking back to what Charassor demanded from you, and how his demands seemed to pleasure you as much as they pleased him. And his offer, to stay as a lover, seems almost too enjoyable. As you curl up to sleep for the night, you can't help but wonder how long it is until morning, and Charassor's next visit...

The next morning

You're again awakened by the sound of someone coming through the door; this time, the morning sun lets you see who it is clearly. You're slightly disappointed that it isn't Charassor, but it is another anthrodragon. This one is a lot smaller than Charassor; he couldn't be more than three feet tall. His scales are indigo-blue, his wings are just a little lighter than that. You notice is long tail, half again as long as he is tall, trailing behind him. And his wings seem quite large for a dragon his size, easily seven feet long from tip-to-tip as he stretches them out.

"Good morning," he says, "I'm Altair. Charassor told me to take care of you while he's out for the morning, so I thought I'd bring you breakfast." You smile back down at Altair as he sets your meal before you, then sits down nearby. "I... I hope you don't mind if I stay, do you?" As you shake your head no, his scales seem to shift to a slightly lighter shade of blue than they were a moment ago.

As you eat, Altair starts telling you about himself. "I've only been on Charassor's crew for a little while, compared to some of the people here, but we've gotten along really well. I joined his sailing crew because I wanted to meet new people, and to see the world. I guess it worked, since he's letting me see you now..." he reaches over and gently scritches your leg, smiling affectionately up at you. There's something special about him, something you feel with him that you didn't quite feel from Charassor last night. As much as you enjoyed it, you wonder for a moment if Altair would ever do anything with you. Something tells you he feels the same, as he tenderly strokes your leg and smiles.

When you finish eating, Altair picks up the dished and turns to leave. But, he looks back and says, "I... hope I'll see you again." As he walks out, you feel the same. He seemed friendly enough, and there was just something about him, something that made you wish he would stay. Above, you hear a sudden roar of noise, as if something had happened. You hear the door quickly being thrown open as Altair comes back in. "Charassor... he... just come with me!" You follow him as he flies through the corridors, leading you up to the surface, and Charassor.

You see Charassor standing on a large rock, looking out over the crowd, with another dragon at his side. "Everyone!" he roars to get the attention of the crowd, his tail-flame burning brightly, "After searching the islands, I've found my mate once more!" He stops to hug him, a few embers flying from his tail. "Now that I've found what I've been searching for, I want you all to do the same! Go, and follow your dreams!" The crowd cheers as Charassor takes off with his mate, the two going inland to be alone together.

Altair gently strokes your leg – he couldn't reach any higher even if he wanted to – drawing your attention. "Looks like he won't be back for a while. He can be gone for days at a time..." He leads you back down to your room, talking the rest of the way down. Then he sits back down with you, apparently wanting to continue the conversation. "So... have you ever... been in love?" he asks, and you notice him turn a few shades redder as he blushes.

You shake your head no; you've never really felt close to anyone before. Usually you end up alone. It's been getting to you lately, actually, but Altair, this small, color-changing dragon; there just seems to be something about him. You gently reach down and rub his wings, causing Altair to mrrr softly and smile at the touch. Altair stretches out his tail and rubs it against your arm as you caress his wings, trying to return the favor. He seems to enjoy your company as much as you enjoy his, at least until a loud crashing sound outside and a piercing, feminine voice shrieking, "Altair, help me!" interrupts you.

"Excuse me..." Altair says, grumbling under his breath. He comes back a few minutes later, but he isn't three feet tall anymore; he's only about two inches in height. "I needed to help her. She's friendly, but..." he pauses as he catches the surprised look on your face. You know you can't just be imagining this, but how did he shrink? "Let me guess, you're wondering what happened to me. Well, I know some magic, and changing my size is my favorite thing to do. Besides, I kind of like being this size, even if it is a little small at times."

That explains it. You wonder what other abilities Altair might have, but decide not to ask. He affectionately scritches your side as you sit down again, giving you a bit of a hug by stretching his wings out around you. He acts like he's done this before – he did say he liked being that size, after all. Altair continues for a while, but then says, "I'm getting hungry. Would you like me to get you some lunch?" You nod, even if you are still a little full from breakfast.

Altair flies off and returns about twenty minutes later with a fairly small lunch compared to the breakfast he brought, but no less delicious looking. He had grown to a few feet tall to carry the food, but returns to 2" tall once he puts the food down. "Do you mind if I have a little bit of that?" he asks, moving a small portion of his side of the plate with his wings. He seems fairly creative, you think, and wonder what else he's come up with as an adaptation to his size. You talk over lunch, exchanging your life's stories.

Altair, it turns out, wasn't brought to this world by choice, but eventually made a home for himself. He decided to join up with Charassor and sail around the oceans because he's always wanted to explore. Though one storm left him stranded on an island for a while, even that sounded like a fairly enjoyable experience. "There's always something more out there; I feel like I want to keep looking for something... it's almost like something's missing, but I never can find it..." he takes one look into your eyes, then glances away, like he wants to say something, but doesn't know how.

You gently place your tailtip on his shoulder, stroking him with it. He slowly turns back around and looks up at you again, smiling softly. "I don't know what it is about you," he says, reaching up to hug your tail, "But I feel relaxed around you, so comfortable, like I've known you for ages. Anyway, would you like to take a look around? It's not like we're keeping you prisoner." He opens the door, and you follow him out.

The complex is labyrinthine, but Altair seems to know the way around. He leads you thought just about everything interesting, eventually taking you outside. It's late afternoon now; Altair grows to about three-quarters of your size and takes a lantern from someone else on the crew and lights it before you go any further. "There's one last thing I want to show you," he says, walking away from the complex. A few minutes later he stops, for no obvious reason. "Look around," he says, holding up the lantern for you to see.

Nightfall

You see that Altair's led you to the beach; the ocean waves lap against the sand on one side, trees rustle idly in the breeze on the other. The stars are just starting to come out, and the moon is peeking over the eastern horizon. "Charassor would bring me here from time time to time," Altair says, sitting down and looking into the moon for a moment before turning back towards you. "There's nobody else around, if you want to... um... you know..."

Altair's turns a few shades redder as he blushes while stumbling over his words. But what he can't stay in words, he does instead, gently rubbing his tail against yours, and smiling as he hears your soft cry of contentment. "There... there's one thing I've always wanted to try..." he says, "M... may I?" You nod in consent; you were hoping he would ask. He stands up and gives you a hug, smiling back up into your eyes. You feel him trying to pull you down as he hugs, so you decide to go along with it, taking you and Altair down to the white sands.

With a soft chuckle, Altair caresses you, gently running his paws across your chest and down your body. Then he takes one paw and begins to massage the area around your sheath, gradually drawing out your cock. You notice his scales are slowly reddening as his own arousal comes forth. He looks back up at your face, then slides down your body and draws your cock into his mouth, suckling on it softly and stroking it with his long, slender tongue. Slowly, he turns and lays atop you, his own member just in front of your muzzle.

You give Altair's cock a cautious lick, causing him to mrrr with pleasure. He continues to suck on your arousal, enjoying your own pleasured sounds. You feel him moving his long, agile tail back down your body, stroking your side with it. He eventually moves it all the way past his head, slowly rubbing it along the base of your shaft, then working it inside your feminine opening, mrring a bit louder as he feels the slick surfaces around his tail. He moves his tail around inside you slowly, teasingly, enjoying every sound and move you make.

Altair's cock hardens fully now, and you take his idea and begin to suck it in the same way he does yours. He lets out a soft growl as you do, giving your cocktip a lick with his tongue and getting a taste of your pre. He shivers with pleasure as your warmth combines with his to overtake the coolness of the night, and your scent begins to fill the air. Ad all the time, he continues to move his tail inside you and tenderly lick at your shaft, driven on by your sounds of pleasure.

It's too much for you to resist as you quickly reach your climax, your peak drawing Altair's as well. He drinks your seed as it fills his muzzle, growling happily at the taste. Once you've recovered slightly, he turns around again, looking deep into your eyes. "That was wonderful... I had hoped you'd like that too..." He gives you a soft kiss, wrapping his wings around you in a hug. "But we'd better go back now, before anyone misses us."

Altair helps you up, smiling up at you once you're back on your feet. He wraps one wing around you as he leads you back, taking your paw in his. "I hope I can be with you every moment I can," you hear him whisper, and you feel the same for him. You feel like you've found something you've been missing, and never want to be alone again.

Dawn

The next morning, you wake up with a smile. Altair took you back to your room, and asked if he could stay. You agreed, as you were hoping for the company. He shrunk back to about two feet tall, and you remember him purring as you cuddled him almost like a living teddy-dragon. He fell asleep in your arms; you dozed off only a few moments later.

You can't believe how things turned out. You had never planned on meeting anyone, and Altair said he thought the same, yet you're with him now. Even if you tried, you couldn't find a reason not to want to be with him. He seems to be such a caring dragon, and he looks so happy as you hold him, you know he's being sincere. As you cuddle him a bit closer, he yawns softly and wakes up. "Good morning," he says, giving you a soft nuzzle. "Did you sleep well?" You nod. How couldn't you have slept well with him?

Altair chuckles softly. "You were growling a bit in your sleep, but I thought it was kind of reassuring..." he nuzzles into your chest again with a purr. He seems perfectly happy to just be with you, and you enjoy his presence just the same. "I don't know why," Altair continues, "But I just feel something from you that I've never felt before. I'm usually independent, but right now, I just want to be with you." You hold him closer, nodding in silent agreement. He seems so much like you, a perfect match.

"So," he says, smiling up towards you, "Should I fetch breakfast?" You let him go, and he returns a few minutes later with more than enough food for both of you. You chat some more over breakfast, sharing more about yourself with Altair. "Just wondering, but is there anything you like? Charassor had his own ideas for 'playtime', but what do you like doing?" He seems a bit shy in asking, though you decide to answer anyway. You rather liked the way Charassor had muzzled you the one night, how he could dominate you so readily, though you weren't a very unwilling victim.

With a nod, Altair tells you about his own likes. "Remember how I said I like being small? I like the thought of being powerless to someone so much bigger than I am, all I can do is what I'm forced to..." He blushes a bit after saying that, looking up towards you. It sounds like you both have similar tastes: you being dominated by being bound, Altair by sheer size. "Um... I better clean this up," he says, gathering the breakfast dishes and darting out.

You feel so open around Altair. He seems to listen to your every thought, and agreeing with most of it. And you could tell Altair wasn't normally so open with people either, but wanted to share everything he could. He comes back a few minutes later, though now only six inches tall, carrying a bag with his tail. He puts the bag off in the corner of the room and walks over towards you again, smiling.

"I brought everything I might need for the rest of the day, so I can spend the time with you," he explains, giving you a tender scritching. Smiling, you reach down and give him a soft hug, causing the tiny dragon to purr happily as he nuzzles into it. You just hold him for a short while, perfectly content just being here. Altair's scales slowly fade to a sky-blue shade as the happiness he feels makes itself clear, even if he doesn't say anything. For once, everything just seems right...

Two Weeks Later

Altair has moved into the room you were given, adding his bed and few personal items to the spacious room. You've taken to sleeping with him, his warmth assuring you that all's well, even on the coldest nights. And yet, he warms your hard as well, with a soft warmth in your soul that surfaces every time you think of him.

It's late evening, with the light outside beginning to dim as the sun sets. Altair brought dinner already - the meals here were always excellent - and seemed eager to talk. You never thought you could be so happy just talking with someone. He smiles and nuzzles into you, tenderly wrapping his wings around your neck.

He smiles to you, with the look of pure happiness on his face. You smile back, feeling the same. This is perfect, almost too perfect, but very real. Finding something deep within your heart, you say, "I love you," the words ringing truer than anything you've ever said before. You notice a tear in Altair's eye, but he doesn't cry.

"I love you too," he says, nuzzling deeply into your neck. In this moment, it seems like the entire world is at peace. Problems mean nothing; only this matters. You want to be with him forever, and wish he would never leave. "I've never felt this close to someone before..." he says; your thoughts exactly. You just hug him closer, giving nothing else a thought.

The sun goes down, and you let Altair go for long enough to light the lantern. He looks back towards you, but doesn't run back like he usually does. Instead, he takes a look around for something inside his bag, obviously with something in mind. "I... you said you liked what Charassor did?" he asks. You nod. Altair quickly grows to 18 feet tall, then pulls something out of his bag, hiding it behind his back. He walks over and, before you can even see it, he slips a muzzle onto you, closing the button-like clasp.

Atair moves gently, being careful with you. He pulls slightly on the leash, bringing your head around to meet his gaze. "May I?" he asks, looking deep into your eyes, "I'll only do it if you want me to." Even with the muzzle on, you manage to smile and nod. Altair smiles back, gently kissing your neck. You feel him rubbing against you, softly as his cock slowly comes out of its sheath. He presses into you, taking things much slower than Charassor did, allowing you more time to enjoy yourself.

You feel a tug on the leash as Altair moves it from his hand to the grip of his extremely long and agile tail, freeing up both his paws. He embraces you, slowly rubbing your body as he begins to thrust into you. You hear him mrrrring softly, and you're rather enjoying this yourself. He slowly moves his right hand down your body, rubbing near your groin to try draw your own cock out.

There seems to be a balance in Altair's mind, one between trying to pleasure you and satisfy his own curiosity. He moves slowly, gently, trying not to hurt or scare you. Altair tenderly rubs a claw across your cocktip as it comes forth, continuing his rhythmic movement inside you. Despite him being just three-quarters of Charassor's size, Altair fills you even more than Charassor, though you don't object in the least.

With a soft tug on your leash, Altair pulls your face around to meet his again. He smiles, taking another look into your eyes. Then he pulls you closer and gives you a kiss, assuring you of his feelings. Even as he kisses, he rubs your cock, drawing out its full length. He holds it tightly in his paw, rubbing along its length and occasionally teasing your cocktip with a claw, rubbing underneath your muzzle with his free paw.

You can feel Altair's pre within your depths, the warmth of his cock building. Altair mrrrs quietly, thrusting a bit erratically as he feels his climax nearing. You also leave your pre on Altair's paw, allowing his to rub you more easily. You only hope Altair's enjoying this as much as you are.

With a growl of pleasure, Altair comes, filling you with his seed. He strokes you for a few moments longer, then withdraws himself, thinking for a moment. Without saying a word, he moves to your front and takes your cock into his muzzle, giving it a long, slow lick. Even through the muzzle, you manage a moan as you too climax, giving Altair a muzzleful to swallow.

Smiling, Altair looks up to you, letting the leash fall out of his tail. He stands and takes your muzzle off, allowing you completely free movement again. "That was nice..." he says; you nod in agreement, hoping he'll do this again sometime. He tosses the leash and muzzle into the corner, embracing you in a winghug. There's nothing to say; words can't describe how you feel at the moment. You gradually doze off in Altair's hold, his wings keeping you warm through the night.

Three Days Later

You're still asleep when Altair wakes up; he smiles as he gazes up to your closed eyes. Once again, you're holding him, his muzzle in your chest, and he rather enjoys being cuddled that way through the night. "Maybe, if shi's asleep, shi won't mind if I..." he looks up again, making sure you really are asleep, then begins to shrink himself, falling out of your arms as he does. He decides to become even smaller than his usual height, to just over a tenth of an inch, just large enough to be noticeable.

Slipping beneath the covers, Altair begins to walk down your body, holding the sheets up over his head. He can just see well enough in the dark to know where he is. He continues to walk across your stomach, stopping as he nears your sheath, looking into it. It's more than large enough to hold him inside, given his current size. Mrrrring with anticipation, he slides inside head first, hearing you make a soft sound in your sleep.

It's fairly warm inside you sheath, with a faint musk in the air. Altair loves it. He climbs further inside, until he's met with your dormant cock. Softly, Altair presses himself against it, mrring softly as he feels you twitch slightly. He continues to rub you, stroking near the tip, and being rewarded as he feels it begin to harden. This is a situation he's rather familiar with, as he almost instinctually holds onto your lengthening cock with his wings, freeing his paws to stroke you, as he begins to rub his entire body against it.

Altair eventually feels your sheath rubbing against his back, his body making it a little more difficult than normal for your member to come out. It takes a moment, the pressure on his tiny form building, though it does eventually press out, forcing Altair with it. But as it does, Altair notices something. The sheets aren't there anymore. He looks around, still holding on to your cocktip, until he sees you looking down at him; he's managed to wake you up. Though you really don't mind how he's awakened you, you growl down at him anyway, being more far playful than threatening.

But Altair mis-reads the message as a threat, and quickly begins to rub you again, only slightly nervous. He's sure he can please you, if you allow him the chance. Your soft sounds of pleasure urge him on. It isn't long before Altair begins to become aroused himself, rubbing his body against you to try fill his own needs. Your pre splashes him directly in the face, dripping down and coating his entire, tiny form, making him quite slippery. He begins to slide off your cockhead, but catches himself using his wings once again. It's enough to give you an idea, though, as you carefully take him into your paw and begin to rub him along your length, pleasuring Altair as much as it serves your own desires.

Within your paw, Altair stretches out his wings and wraps them around your cock, wiggling against you. But he isn't wiggling to get away, he's almost overcome with the feeling. You feel his own pre on your length, assuring you of his enjoyment. You hold yourself back, rubbing slowly, to prolong the feeling. And Altair doesn't seem to mind at all, as he continues to do all he can to please you, occasionally giving you a soft lick, getting a taste of you.

The small taste Altair gets, however, is nothing compared to what he's very close to getting. You begin to rub yourself faster, Altair mrrring within your grasp, feeling the warmth build. Your scent fills the air around Altair, the tiny dragon taking in a long, deep breath of it. You bring him near your cocktip, holding him there for the last few moments before your climax. Somehow, he manages to escape your grasp, climbing inside your cock, only leaving his tail outside.

Before you can 'rescue' him, your climax hits, the wave forcing Altair into the air. He lands on your stomach in a small pool of seed, shiverering at the feeling of the pleasurable warmth around him. You feel his tiny tongue as he drinks his fill, though he's left there, and can't quite pull himself out. Smiling, you pick him up on your claw, holding him up to your face. He smilers nervously, not sure how to explain himself, though an explanation is the one thing you don't really need. Instead, you carefully place him inside your maw, sucking him clean.

Altair presses into your tongue, needing only a few moments to reach his climax as well, giving you a taste of his own seed. You can't help but laugh softly; he seems so eager to do things, even at his size. As you pull him back out of your mouth, Altair gently scritches your muzzle, purring. "I... I hope you don't mind me waking you up..." he says, this time his smile being anything but nervous. You shake your head, giving him another playful slurp and returning the smile.

You lay back down, gently closing your paw around Altair. It doesn't take long for Altair to doze off in your gentle, loving grasp. Similarly, you feel sleep begin to overtake you as well, taking you back to the realm of dreams. There will be plenty of time to clean up later, not that you really care about that right now. You have more important things to do right now, like sleep, and dream about Altair...

Four Days Later

Every day, it seems like you and Altair are growing closer, like every time you say, "I love you," it holds more meaning than the time before. Altair's even said it's like he needs to be with you, because something's missing when he isn't. And though you and Altair yiff rather frequently, your love runs far deeper than just physical attraction. You feel like you have almost everything in common with him, and never even want to think about being alone.

You've exchanged plenty of ideas with Altair, thoughts, hopes, dreams, and fantasies. It just seems natural talking to him, another so much like yourself. He seems to remember a few things you tell him, and you can tell he's been getting ideas, as he smiles one night and says, "So... would you like me to... try something?" He never seems able to say things like that outright, but you still get the idea and you nod your consent. "Okay... just lay down on the bed."

As you lay down, Altair grows to nearly 30' tall, nearly enough to have his wingtips brush against the ceiling. He pulls something out of his bag – rope, maybe? Before Altair does anything, though, he looks at you and asks, "Do you trust me with this?" He's made it clear in the past that he never wants to do anything without your agreement first, and this is no exception. Again, you nod. though you aren't entirely sure what he had in mind, you think you're going to enjoy it.

Smiling back down, Altair carefully ties your arms and legs to the bed, keeping you from moving more than a few inches, except for your long neck. The 'rope' he used is quite soft, ensuring it doesn't hurt at all. He begins to shrink now, stopping when he reaches four feet tall. Chuckling, he stands on your chest you could easily reach him with your long neck if you wanted to. "So, you comfortable?" He doesn't wait for answer, sliding down your stomach to reach your sheath.

Altair slides his arm into your sheath, stroking you and your dormant cock within it. He moves slowly, teasingly, hearing your pleasured sounds. Then he pulls out his arm and sticks his head inside, nuzzling into your now-lengthening member. You hear his muffled mrrr as he nuzzles some more, though it isn't long before you length forces him out of your sheath.

Smiling, Altair gives your cock a lick, trying to get a taste of you. He never seems to tire of trying to please you, in any way he can, and the look on his face suggests he's enjoying this too. As your cock lengthens, he slowly moves up your body, mrrring loudly as he rubs himself against you. You pull against the ropes holding you in place, without success.

Eventually, you reach your full length, and Altair seems to have more ideas. He slides off your cock and wraps his long, agile tail around it, rubbing you with the fine scales as he walks back up your body. He stands just in reach of your long neck now, as you get an idea of your own. You lean down and lick his own cock, sending shivers through his form as he presses back into your tongue.

You develop a rhythm, licking Altair at the time he leans forward, then allowing him to lean back, sliding his coiled tail up and down around your cock. You let out a wave of pre, most of it soaking Altair's tail and backside. He doesn't mind that he's wet – quite the opposite, actually. Your ropes are being strained by your movements now, as you desperately try to reach your climax.

Altair does a good job of prolonging it, though, slowing his movements slightly as he feels your warmth build. But that barely matters to you now, as you're almost overcome with pleasure. You lick Altair almost aimlessly, the spurts of pre he lets out not even registering in your mind; all you can really focus on is the incredible feeling that seems to go on forever.

But all good things do come to an end in time. Altair climaxes first, leaving his seed on your tongue. The taste is enough to drive you over the edge as well, as your cock sends forth a stream of white powerfully enough to knock Altair down face-first, onto your stomach, as the waves of seed wash over him. He turns over, now laying on his back, taking as much of your seed as he can, but it seems unlikely he'll be able to take it all.

As sense slowly returns to your mind, you coil your tongue around Altair, holding him gently within the grasp. Your taste lingers on his form as you lick off some of your own seed from his body, causing him to let out a long, loud mrrrrrrr as your tongue caresses his form. As you let him out, you manage to say, "Thank you," letting out another soft sound as he kisses your chest.

"You're welcome," he says, smiling, "And thank you." He carefully flies up towards your wrist and unbinds you there, then goes towards your ankles and unties those as well, letting you move freely. You stroke him with your tail as he climbs back up your leg, showing your affections for him. He purrrs and rubs back, giving your tail a soft scritching every now and then.

A few minutes later, though, Altair climbs back onto your chest, nuzzling into you. You gently rub a hand down his back, holding his tiny form as he slowly drifts off to sleep in your arms, a very familiar scene. You do think it's kind of cute, though, that you can lull him to sleep so easily. Of course, it isn't much longer before you doze off as well, joining Altair in the land of dreams.

The Lonely Dragon

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Something I wrote while rather depressed, before I had even my second mate. I do occasionally feel like this still...


I sit alone on a hill
The cool grass beneath me
And I look up to the night sky
The stars are not out tonight
Only the moon keeps me company
I am completely alone
My friends have abandoned me
And love is but a faded memory
The loneliness I feel is deeper than the darkened sky above
I feel even more alone than the moon
Hovering in the endless sea of black
No one to share my life with
Precious few warm moments to keep
"Why," I call out to the sky above
"Why am I always left alone?"
But there is no answer
The moon never speaks
The silence is still deeper
I sigh, but nobody is here to listen
I gaze up to the sky, hoping for an answer
But there is no answer above
All that's left is me and the moon
All I can do is wait
Wait for what, I don't know
But wait I will, for what may come
Perhaps someday, my void of loneliness will be filled...

Rampage

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Completely mindless growth and destruction. I wrote this to let off some steam, after a very bad day. It helped a lot, that's for sure. I dont think it helped the citizens of the unnamed city much, though. ;)


I'd had it. That's all there was to it: I was pressed beyond my breaking point. The exact reasons behind why I got so angry are a little fuzzy, but I remember it being a long string of insults, jerks, and just general unfairness for a long time. I hadn't meant for it to happen, but there's no point in trying to change the past.

The whole episode started when I finally lost control, letting out a loud, powerful, angry roar like I never had before. For all the logic I normally try to use, I became little more than rage personified in that moment. Before I had any thought at all, I had soared to 60 feet in height; my scales had shifted to a fiery orange-red. I could already feel a few humans that had gotten caught under by feet as I grew, sending every thought but pity though my mind.

People were practically nothing to me, and I was still growing. 62-feet, 63... I felt a rush of power as I took a step forward. The feeling of my growing mass moving so easily was incredible. Then I slowly lowered my foot, down on nearly a dozen weak humans, trapping them beneath it. I hated humans, and the feeling of them flattening, crushed into a stain beneath my foot, was satisfying in more ways than one.

I mrrred with pleasure as I felt those first few beneath me, showing me how much power I had over them. This was a first, and I wanted to be sure I enjoyed it. I wept my 100-foot-long tail around, knocking over a few buildings. Taking another step, more were crushed underpaw,; the survivors started to feel in terror of me. "Can't take the pressure?" I bellowed, chuckling to myself.

More I grew, to 70 feet, my steps growing larger, claiming more beneath my foot each moment. t was a warm, soft feeling, the sound of bones breaking sounded almost like a symphony, accompanied by the shrieks of terror and wailing of emergency vehicles. I brought a foot down atop a police cruiser, starting to measure my steps carefully, then twisted my foot to grind it into the pavement with a screech. I looked for another crowd to begin to chase, needing only a few steps to catch up to them.

With a chuckle, I brought my foot down slowly on the defenseless, useless things, feeling them join the ones I'd crushed before. I twisted my foot over them this time, feeling them reduced to a mere paste. I walked slowly, deliberately down the street, crushing more with each step. "Run!" I mocked, "You'll never escape me!" There was no use for them; they were little more than insects to me now.

I passed 80 feet, leaving small craters with my footprints. The few police officers that arrived to dare defy me began to run away with the rest of the mass of humanity below me. For all my growing, I was growing hungry as well. I leaned over and grabbed several of them, tossing them into my muzzle and swallowing them whole. It was a better fate than they deserved, but I needed to eat more than I cared about what happened to them.

To 85 feet I grew, still eating my meal. I chuckled as I felt their useless struggles as I lifted them off the ground; they wiggled until they landed in my stomach. All were screaming in primeval terror, terrified of me and the rage I unleashed on them and their city. I had taken their indignities for long enough, and I intended to repay the favor in this one afternoon.

Once full, I returned to walking down the street, taking my time. I could feel each person compress beneath the ever-increasing weight of my paws, the concrete giving way to me. I began to use my tail to destroy buildings as well, leaving a mounting pile of rubble in my wake. This was relieving, in more ways than one.

A stirring within my sheath caused me to mrrr pleasurably. Feeling these weak creatures attempt to resist me was more arousing than I thought it would be. Getting an idea, I grabbed another handful of humans and tucked them into my sheath, shivering as they wiggled inside it. I continued walking, still feeling the humans struggle underfoot and against my arousal.

It wasn't long before my cock began to come out of my sheath, hanging out over the humans below. Thinking for a moment, I sat down with my legs outstretched, trapping a part of the crowd between me and a building. I took a few of them into my paw and rubbed them 'gently' against my length, causing the remaining humans below to silence in disbelief of the sight. I leaned back against another building, my now 120-foot tall form nearly leveling it. I didn't even need to press the humans against my length; there were so many of them, they couldn't get away from it as my legs penned them in.

The feeling of them against me quickly brought my cock to its full length of 20 feet, and still I grew, slowly. I rubbed myself, mrrring, now holding several of the puny humans within my paw to please myself . My first spurt of pre nearly drowned a few who happened to be near my cocktip, as they flailed weakly in the puddle it left.

These creatures were worth nothing to me now, except for pleasure. I slowly moved forward, reducing the size of the humans' pen, forcing more around my length. Their frantic squirming only added to my pleasure.

Not used to such a feeling, I came quickly, my seed drowning most of those I had captured. The few that remained, I allowed to live, to warn others of my presence. All the destruction was causing me to grow tired. I walked to the outskirts of town, leveling several more city blocks along the way. Once I was far enough outside the city that I doubted anyone would follow, I laid down. For all the power my 160-foot-tall body possessed, the power to resist sleep was not available to me...

When I awoke, I had reverted to my usual size of 2 inches tall. Yawning, I looked behind me, towards the city, and froze. I was both terrified of the destruction I had caused, and relieved that I had shown what I really thought of humanity. Strangely, I smiled, then left the area completely. I had a feeling that, one day, this could happen again. And, if ever it did, I knew I was going to enjoy it.

Welcome to Ikaria

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A rather quickly-done story (only two hours), meant to flesh out a few details of a fictional planet I considered basing some other stories around. I still might use it in writing again sometime, but this is the only story I'm posting now that includes it. Not much more to say about this one either.


My name is Frederick, but everyone just calls me Fred. I'm one of the few thousand humans living in the Alcadia system, and I love it here. Since there are so few humans spread out on several planets, it can sometimes be months between times I see another person of my species. I have several close friends, but none of them are human. For that matter, after that one day a few months ago, none of them are anywhere near my size.

Let me back up a little. Back in 2033, a new planetary system was discovered around a blue star named Alcadia. It was immediately found to have at least six planets that might be inhabitable by people. However, trying to send a person 36 light-years through space was a dangerous proposition; and the voices of the few people willing to take the risk were drowned out by the cries of hundreds of special interest groups.

So, in a sort of compromise, scientists genetically engineered a group of beings they collectively called the genian - genetically improved animals. They drew from dozens of species of mammals, birds, and reptiles, forming anthro and taur versions of them. To further the chance of survival in an unfamiliar environment, they used some creatures from mythology, such as dragons, and revived a few successful species from Earth's own past, like the raptor. Their genetic code was slightly unstable, allowing them to adapt readily to their surroundings when the time came.

Despite all the variations involved and countless things that could have gone wrong, all the genian began to work together. Even animals that were once enemies were seen working on projects together; they all knew their lives depended on the survival of the others. Genian proved very skilled at working through logic problems, occasionally finding a solution that the very scientists that developed them had overlooked. In 2051, eighteen years after the star's discovery, the first group of about 300 were sent to settle a world in the Alcadia system.

Nobody heard anything from the settlers for nearly two years. But, on one day that will live on forever, the transmitters were finally assembled and a greeting was sent back to Earth. The genian were not merely surviving, they were thriving in the new environment. Humans immediately named the world Elysium - a place of ideal happiness. And, for them, it was. Pollution and global warming were taking an incredible toll on Earth, and here was a new world, just as their own planet had been thousands of years ago.

When humans came to colonize the world, bringing their technologies with them, the genian objected. Elysium was their homeworld, and they didn't want to see it destroyed by pollution as Earth had been. Tensions built up over nearly a decade, even as more ships of human and genian arrived, and a war eventually broke out. Mercifully, no nuclear weapons were used, but thousands of humans and genian died. Ultimately, the genian won, declaring their independence from Earth, much as the United States did in 1776.

Utterly disgraced that they were defeated by their own creation, most of the humans left on their own after the war's end. The genian had never asked any humans to leave, but only to respect the planet and use less polluting technologies. Less than 500 humans stayed, and all were either environmentalists, people who had fallen in love with a genian, or those who had nowhere on Earth to return to. I was in that third group. Despite having dreams and aspirations, life on that dying world had gone nowhere, and going back just didn't feel right. It was like some invisible force was holding me here, telling me that this was better than what I had.

Those that stayed were sent to schools. The children were placed in the equivalent grade; adults were given a year-long course in the differences between Elysium and Earth. I had just completed high school when I came here, and passed the adult course with flying colors. The history of the young species was interesting enough, but I was driven more by the fact I would be living with the genian, not humans. I rarely found a true friend with the people on Earth, or even the humans here, but there wasn't a genian that I wanted to get away from.

People - human and genian - did everything they could to help one another. Everyone was offered the same decisions and opportunities, with no discrimination. Talent was more important than species, and the humans found a place in society. Elysium was living up to its name, and populations grew as people became increasingly comfortable with the world. I also helped where I could, but I looked for as many reasons to work with genian instead of humans as I could. I felt, and still feel, more comfortable with them than I do among my own species.

After a few years, the genian decided to colonize the rest of the system, to prevent any overburdening of a planet. There would only be a few small towns in one or two places on each world, not the sprawling, planet-wide disasters of Earth's cities. Most of the humans decided to stay on Elysium, happy with their current lives. For me, helping to colonize a new world seemed an easy decision, especially since I would work closely with dozens of genian colonists.

The group I was in was sent to Ikaria, a world smaller than Earth with only one landmass: a large continent in its Northern hemisphere, nearly extending from the equator to the north pole. Ikaria was the closest planet to Alcadia that a group was being sent to, but climate scans showed temperatures only 20 degrees warmer than Elysium, a big, but tolerable change. During the trip, I talked a little with some of the others that I would be working with, but I had always been the quiet type.

I was friendly to everyone, but one genian truly caught my eye. His name was Thrax, and he was one of the anthrodragons. Thrax stood every inch of eight feet tall, if he wasn't more than that, and his scales shined a brilliant, sapphire blue in the spaceship's light. His eyes were solid black, yet they seemed very expressive as they looked over his muzzle. For all my time spent looking at him, I never had the nerve to say more than a meek hello on one occasion, which he returned with a friendly handshake.

We landed on the southern end of the continent, about eight miles inland from the vast ocean that covered 80% of Ikaria's surface. A few provisions were brought along from Elysium, but we were to make a self-supporting city. All the supplies we needed to build the town were ready, and work progressed quickly. The houses were small, but comfortable enough for two, maybe three people. I, somehow, ended up as part of Thrax's team.

Days passed quickly, and we were out of the shuttle and into homes as they were completed. It took less than a month for our crew of 65 to have homes, but we were building to support at least 500, to allow people from Elysium to move here. Gradually, I overcame some of my fears, talking more to Thrax when there was time for conversation. "He... hello?" I stuttered nervously one day after work was done, silently cursing myself for acting like such a fool. He wasn't going to bite, so why did I have to worry about anything?

"Hi Fred. You've been working hard, I see," Thrax said, chuckling at a spot of grease on my chest. Clothing was considered optional everywhere in the system, and usually was only worn when the weather warranted it. With the warm climate on Ikaria, I was just in a thin pair of shorts, and I was heavily dressed compared to everyone else. "So what've you been doing?"

Blushingly, I answered, "Nothing, really... and you?"

"Same here, nothing to do after work," Thrax said, shaking his head, "Maybe you could come over for dinner tomorrow night?"

I shouted a "Yes!" before even thinking about it, eliciting another soft laugh from Thrax. He might have wondered why I was so eager to have dinner, especially since he was half-jokingly called the worst cook in the galaxy - on Earth or the Alcadia system. After giving me directions to his house and telling me what time he'd have the food ready, we both returned to our homes for the night.

Sleeping, as fast as my mind was racing, was an impossibility. I thought of a million different things to say, and wondered what Thrax might say back to me. Would he live up to his billing as a miserable cook? Would he even want to talk to me after dinner? Might I... no, that was hoping for far too much. It was just a dinner, I reminded myself, nothing more.

But overnight, sometime in those pre-dawn hours, it happened. Every scientist in the system has researched the incident, but there hasn't been a conclusive answer to what it was. The best explanation was a large electromagnetic storm coming from Alcadia, but dozens of different possibilities have been brought forth. Personally, I don't care what it was or how it happened, but that cosmic event changed my life forever.

I still recall that flash of light, coming through the darkness. It wasn't white, black, or any one color, but somehow appeared to be all the shades of the rainbow at once. The next thing I knew, the morning sun was coming through my window, but everything else seemed entirely wrong. In that blink of an eye, either I had shrunk, or everything had grown. I later learned that things had grown, but for that moment, I felt like I was less than two inches tall inside my own home.

Panicking, I ran outside, only to find the same thing as I had inside, everything was larger than it was last night. The genian were still working, apparently oblivious to what had happened. I heard a few talking about a short-circuit in all the communications equipment, but none seemed concerned that the lone human on the planet had vanished without a trace. A raptor's paw came down in front of me as I looked around for some explanation, giving me the scare of a lifetime.

Every scale on its sole was clearer than I thought possible as it landed just a few feet in front of me. The odor of its sweat mixed with the small cloud of dirt that was kicked up, filling my nostrils with the scent. The raptor walked on, oblivious to my presence, talking with the fox-taur next to him. Dashing to the side of the street, to keep my chances of being crushed to a minimum, I continued on, looking around constantly.

Other genian walked by, none of them aware of me, hiding in the shadows. I walked on, staying as far out of the street as I could, catching the glimpse of the occasional paw coming down closer than I would have liked. It was getting late now; too late to go home, at the least. Aimlessly, though, I continued on, hoping for something to happen. What, I wasn't sure, but something, a nagging in the back of my mind, told me to keep walking.

And, a few streets later, I saw Thrax. Though I had certainly spent a fair share of time looking at him longingly when we were the same size, it was entirely different seeing him so much larger. He had to be over 400 feet tall, and was completely oblivious that I was watching him. Seeing him like this was both beautiful and terrifying at once; a clash of emotion that left me standing motionless where I was. Even from down here, I noticed a slightly sad look on his face as the sun was going down, and I wondered if it was for me, and my strange disappearance.

"I wonder where Fred went..." he said suddenly, with an almost longing tone in his voice. He did miss me, even if only a little! I wiped a tear from my eye, knowing that if nobody else cared where I was, Thrax did. That same moment, I knew that I would have to, somehow, talk to him. But how do you talk to somebody about 70 times your own size?

The others changed the subject quickly, disinterested by the escapades of a human. I was fairly weak physically (even for a human), which didn't make me very popular, but I still tried to help where I could. Thrax usually came to help me when I saw I needed it, and he was strong as any two others in our group combined. Looking up now at the dragon as he towered over me, I remembered the directions to his house, doubting he'd be expecting me, especially at such a small size.

Fortunately, I was able to get there before Thrax, and I waited outside the door for him to come home. It was completely dark when he finally arrived, and I could barely make out even his gigantic shadow in the darkness. He opened the door with a sigh, and I felt sorry myself, that this night had turned out so strangely. The door was open barely long enough for me to dash in behind him, leaving me in the entranceway to a house that was enormous beyond description.

Tiredly, Thrax began making dinner, undoubtedly the same dish he had planned for us tonight. I couldn't tell what he was preparing, but a mild aroma filled the house, dispelling the rumors of his poor cooking. After a short while, he sat down to eat it, looking across the table at someone who wasn't there - me. Again letting out a sad sigh, he began eating, still glancing to where I would have sat.

I would have to do something soon if I was going to do anything at all. There was nothing I could use to climb up onto the table, but there had to be some way of attracting his attention. I looked under the table at his feet, their three-toed forms clearly visible through the shadows. He didn't strike me as the ticklish type, but I was out of ideas, and wasn't thinking entirely clearly. I knew he missed me, and I didn't want him to feel like this any longer.

Running over before I could change my mind, I dashed beneath his feet, looking up at the blue-scaled surface over my head. I extended a hand up to rub it, smiling softly as I felt its warmth. More vigorously, I used my other hand as well now, giving a soft massage to Thrax. As he shifted, I realized too late how dangerous this idea was; I could be crushed without him knowing I was ever there. His foot pressed into me, forcing me onto my back.

Helpless, I pounded against his foot, in a last, desperate attempt to get him to notice me. I don't know how he connected my weak struggles with the idea of something under his foot other than a bug, but he pulled his foot away and looked carefully down at the floor, gawking in disbelief at me. My mind blanked immediately as I saw his titanic face mere feet from my face, knowing that he could end my life in an instant if I wasn't careful. "Th... Th... Thrax?" I stuttered, feeling my face pale.

I was relieved as Thrax replied, "F... Fred?" He was confused as I was, and just as nervous. Thinking quickly, he lowered his voice, trying not to hurt my delicate ears. "Oh my... I didn't just... are you okay?"

"I'm fine. You have nice feet," I said, that last part slipping out before I could stop it. Immediately, I realized how senseless that must have sounded, and my mind was racing for something else to say, but words wouldn't come.

Thrax, though, just smiled, in the same way he often did when talking to me, that I had never paid notice to before. He didn't seem to mind that remark I made at all. "And you... are hungry tonight? Dinner's ready, you know." He extended a hand to me, giving me an elevator-like ride up to the table, and the food. I climbed in, feeling the scales caress my skin as I made myself comfortable. He had made something that looked like chicken, or whatever they called that bird on this world.

The food was welcome, I hadn't eaten anything since last night, and my cooking wasn't much better than the jokes about Thrax's. And, after two bites, I realized how much of a joke what I heard was. It wasn't a 5-star meal, but it was far better than my attempts at making dinner usually came out. Thrax was watching me eat, like I was some new kind of creature - I was, in a sense. To him, I was just an inch tall, sitting on his table, sharing dinner with him.

"What under the stars happened to you anyway?" Thrax asked, after I had finished gorging on the mountain of food in front of me. It was the biggest meal I had in a long time, and I thanked him for it before I told him what I remembered. The brilliant light, the late awakening, and how I saw everything was so much larger once I slid out of bed. He was amazed at the retelling, although he was also unable to think of an explanation. "Weird..." he said, "Never heard of anything like that before..."

"I haven't either, but it happened," I answered, "Not that anything can be done about it now, I guess." And, really thinking about it, I wasn't sure if I even wanted something to be done. I was too small to be really helpful building, but there had to be something I could do to make up for that. "I was wondering... did you really just want me to come over for dinner?"

Again, Thrax laughed, that same intoxicating chuckle that he used so often, "So I'm not good at hiding secrets. I thought... well... maybe... but you're so small now... I couldn't..." For once, he was at a loss for words, but I had the idea.

"I don't mind... that is... if you still want to..." I said, smiling back at Thrax. It seemed like we both knew what we wanted, but were trying futilely to talk ourselves out of it. Several awkward moments later, we both gave up talking, Thrax shaking his head at this decidedly unusual situation. He picked me up again, carrying me over to his bed along the wall, thinking for a moment.

"Are... you sure?" Thrax asked, more with anticipation than worry I'd say no. I took one more look over his form as he sat on the bedside, noticing that his cock was already starting to poke out of his sheath. Instead of answering him with words, I carefully walked across his leg and began rubbing his member, sending a shiver through the giant dragon. His soft growls of pleasure encouraged me, as I kept my balance between his leg and cock as it slid forth.

That same feeling of discovering a terrifying beauty coursing through my body as I felt my own penis coming to attention, almost as quickly as Thrax's was. I crawled out onto his cock as soon as I could, sliding down to its tip, getting soaked in precum from head to toe. It was coming out in waves, each one nearly knocking me off the end of Thrax's penis as I rubbed every inch of it I could get a hand on from here.

Our combined scents filled the air, completing the mood we felt. His warmth added to my own, now that we both were at full arousal. I still remember feeling that cock, nearly 10 times as long as I was tall, pulse beneath me, growing warmer with each passing moment. Without a second thought, I pressed my face into his slit, taking in a mouthful of his juices. My senses were overloaded; I felt like pure energy, bringing this titan closer to orgasm. His growls were becoming terse roars as his breathing quickened. I came to my own peak first, moaning softly as I left a small spot of white on Thrax's penis, barely noticeable against the tower of blue.

Just moments later, Thrax peaked as well, letting loose a roar that would have split the heavens. Untold gallons of his hot seed spilled forth in a tidal wave, knocking to the floor below, somehow unhurt. I drank what I could, filling myself beyond any reasonable capacity. The flow continued for nearly half a minute before subsiding, Thrax leaning over the edge of the bed to look down at my sorry shape, lost in an ocean of white.

"That... was wonderful..." he said between gasps, recovering from his massive orgasm. He pulled me free from the mess, letting me lay in his hand. I was soaked, and exhausted; and I couldn't have been happier. Something drew me toward Thrax, it always had, but that feeling was stronger now that he was a giant. Deep inside, I knew that I wasn't just delusional from the great flash, there was something closer, more personal than that.

I answered, "Yes..." before falling asleep in his hand. I'd never slept better, and I'd never been this close to another living being - regardless of species. On that rare night, I was able to remember my dreams past dawn, dreams about Thrax and me, together. I awoke to find myself on the floor, apparently dropped sometime over night. I spent a moment wondering how I survived such a long drop when Thrax woke up, sitting on the side of his bed, mumbling incoherently to himself.

"Good morning," I said, marveling at his beautiful blue form again. He didn't hear me, and he stood up on the side of his bed, stepping on me. But I wasn't crushed like I should have been, I was flattened to the curves of his sole. The scent of his foot was attractive, in its own way, as I felt the scales rub without care over me. I was stuck to him for a few steps, feeling the weight press down, then subside, before dropping off onto the floor again.

That light did more than just increase the size of every non-human on the planet, but it gave some magical powers to the genian. Apparently, Thrax could do anything to me without causing injury, or I would just be a red stain on his carpet right now. The smell of morning coffee being brewed interrupted my internal debate on the topic, reminding me to tell Thrax.

In a twilight between waking and sleeping, Thrax sat down at his table again, drinking the coffee quickly. Using my same tactic as the night before, I laid down under his foot, pounding on it hard as a human's body would allow. That helped to wake him up, and he looked down at me again. "We really should stop meeting like this," he said, snickering as he pulled me into easier listening range.

"Thrax, you remember that light flash I mentioned, right?" I asked.

Still not quite awake, he replied, "Uh-huh... so?"

"I think it did more than just make me smaller. I think there was some magic." I said. Of course, once I learned things were just the opposite - that the world had grown, and I hadn't shrunk - I realized that Thrax had the ability, not me. But, no matter who had the gift, it gave me a few ideas.

"Magic?" he asked, confused.

Blushing a little, I told him why I assumed that. "While you were waking up this morning, you stepped on me." Thrax looked horrified at what he did, and I continued hastily, before he would start apologizing. "It didn't hurt at all. I just flattened out, and felt your weight on top of me."

"It didn't hurt?" Thrax said, "But... weird!"

Laughing, I wondered if Thrax thought an inch tall human was weird too, or normal compared to everything else that was happening. "Either way, can I ask you to... do something?"

Thrax nodded, "Like what, Fred?"

I thought carefully for a moment, trying to think of how to best use this newfound 'power'. "I... liked that feeling of you walking on me this morning. Could you do it again? Maybe I could stay under your foot all day?" I suggested, hoping that Thrax wouldn't think I'd lost my mind.

He stole my technique of doing without saying, placing me on the ground and lowering his foot on top of my body. He rubbed it back and forth a few times to get comfortable with my feeling beneath, and made sure I was stuck. I was laying on my back, face pressed into his big toe, with no room at all to spare. The last rational part of my mind screamed that I had to be insane for doing this, but that thought was quickly silenced as Thrax walked through town, starting on his work.

Rhythmically, his foot would come up and down, pressing and releasing thousands of tons from me. It was indescribable, the feelings I experienced beneath his enormous paw. I climaxed several times throughout the day, becoming more aroused at each step until the sun came down. At home, Thrax peeled me off his foot, noticing the evidence of how much I enjoyed the ride. "Did your idea work?" he asked playfully, and I could only nod in reply. I was too tired to say anything, but he smiled anyway.

After dinner, Thrax took me to his bed again, and I offered no complaints. This time, he rubbed me across his member, knowing I could take it. We both came at the same time, and I laid in his hand as he let his jets of seed rush over me. I had heard from my few friends on Earth what their girl- and boyfriends were like, but this outdid everything they told me. I knew, in that moment, that this was more than just a friend, I wanted to be with Thrax forever.

So, now, we are together, every moment of every day. I've gone back to working with Thrax during the day, easily doing some of the detail work even the best-sighted of genian would find a challenge. Explaining what happened wasn't important; most of the genian really didn't care. Eventually, others discovered they had magical powers of their own. Many could change their height, some could change species, still others had learned magic that would have fit in with medieval sorcery. Thrax's only gift proved to be his inability to harm me, but that was enough to make us both happy.

We've been declared a mated pair, a pair that loves life together, the closest thing to marriage genian observe. Looking back, I feel sorry for other humans, the ones who wanted to stay on Earth or Elysium. They've never seen anything like this, a paradise that I never could have dreamed of just one year ago. Ikaria has gotten back to normal, but I know I'll never go back to the way I was, lonely, without anyone to call a friend. Because, now, I have much more. Thrax is a part of me, I am a part of him, and we are a pair that will never be separated. For, it is when two different people meet that the truest of love can grow.