Author's Note: This story will cover a wide range of categories, but seeing as it involves alternate worlds and dragons and the like, it will be classified as Sci-Fi & Fantasy. Just know that there will be elements of NonHuman, Group Sex, Anal, BDSM, Toys, and likely others along the way, as well as being every kind of queer your heart could desire.
This first chapter sets a lot of the stage for what will come, so contains less actual sex than what will come, but fear not, for future chapters are well on the way. So, without further ado...
Chapter 1: Shower Thoughts
Caroline rolled her head back and closed her eyes as the warm water hit her shoulders. She gently slid her hands down her smooth skin, allowing herself the one brief moment of calm before her day began. As she reached her legs, her left thumb briefly bumped into her rigid cock, which swung back and forth gently. She sighed.
She'd always heard that her libido would drop as she got older, but here she was, thirty-three years old, and every single day she woke up with a massive hard-on which could only be dealt with one way. She grabbed her trusty suction-cup dildo attached to the wall - blue and yellow silicone in a swirling pattern molded into an artist's imagining of an eight-inch long dragon phallus - and pressed its tip against her asshole.
She pushed backwards and the familiar sensation of her dildo filled her up just as a massive clap of thunder echoed through the bathroom. She continued to bounce against the tiled wall of the shower as she lathered shampoo into her shoulder-length light brown hair. Her backside slapped rhythmically against the wall, the dildo sliding in and out of her. She washed the shampoo out of her hair, added conditioner. Her cock was throbbing as it bounced up and down. As she rubbed a bar of soap across her body, another thunderclap filled her eardrums. She washed the conditioner out of her hair, and got ready for the real action. She placed her hands against the opposite wall of the shower, one on the handle, and began to hump the dildo harder. Her favorite fantasy was already playing through her head.
She was a princess of a fantasy kingdom that had been terrorized for years by a mighty dragon. Since she'd been a child, the dragon had inspired nightmares the realm over, its blue scales and lightning breath serving as common representations of evil. Her father, the king, had sent dozens of knights to slay the dragon, but none had ever returned. He was dismayed that the kingdom might soon lay in ruin because of this foe.
But she, the princess, had seen the dragon flying though the sky, and had an idea. For as long as she could remember, the kingdom had only tried to kill the dragon. Perhaps, instead, diplomacy might win the day.
She had sneaked out one night, determined to bring an end to this once and for all. She traveled to the dragon's den, where so many knights had gone before, and came face-to-face with the azure dragon. It looked at her and snarled, rising up on its front legs. She simply smiled when she looked at the dragon's underside. As she expected, the dragon had a massive cock which was simply oozing precum. With a single fluid motion, she pulled a ribbon, and her dress fell around her ankles, displaying her body to the beast.
From there, it was a rabid fuckfest. Caroline's ass jiggled as it rapidly slammed to the very end of the dildo. Her cock twitched. She was getting close. Panting, she turned up the heat of the water to simulate the dragon's climax.
Several things then all happened at once. Caroline buried the dildo deep inside herself one final time, her cock erupted with a first blast of cum, splattering the wall, and a crash of thunder echoed the bathroom. A bolt of electricity crackled through her body as the second blast of cum shot out of her, and a third, and a fourth.
Shocked, in more than one sense of the word, Caroline stepped out of the shower. She did a once-over of her body to make sure she wasn't hurt. She checked the time on her phone, then panicked. She'd spent ten minutes longer fucking the dragon than she intended, and now she was running late. Turning the water off, she quickly grabbed a towel and ran out the door into her bedroom.
The dildo was still attached to the wall, erect as ever. Caroline had paid it no attention. If she had, though, she might have noticed a small droplet of blue-tinted cum dripping from its head into the shower drain.
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Moderately dry and dressed in a hastily-assembled outfit of a peach tank top, red knee-length skirt, and denim jacket, Caroline bolted out of her bedroom into the kitchen. Her roommate, Joey, was sitting at the table eating a bowl of oatmeal while working on a crossword.
When she first started living here, Caroline had almost laughed at the sight, because Joey was about the last person you would imagine doing such a thing. Joey's hair was dyed the deepest black the store sold, a striking contrast to their incredibly pale skin, and styled into five spikes down the middle of their head. Their face seemed to contain more metal than skin, with notable examples being inch-wide gauges filled with a dark black material, five separate eyebrow piercings (four on the right, one on the left), and a septum piercing which connected to a nostril piercing via a small chain.
Starting behind their ears, and continuing all the way down their neck and onto their arms and belly, Joey's body was covered in a swirling mass of ink-black tattoos. Caroline could only assume the tattoos covered Joey's chest as well, but that was covered by a similarly black binder, on top of which they wore a fishnet shirt. The ensemble was completed by a pair of tight jeans, predictably also black.
Joey always looked like they were about to head to a club or walk into a mosh pit, and yet here they sat, eating blueberry oatmeal and trying to figure out 23-across.
"I left you a bowl," they said, "figured you'd need it."
Caroline smiled appreciatively and scarfed down the oatmeal as quick as she could before throwing on a raincoat and running out the door. Ten frantic minutes later, she ran into her place of work, Papyrus and Parchment, booksellers extraordinaire. She clocked in just in time.
Not that it mattered. The storm outside was keeping people away. She busied herself with what little stocking there was to do before settling behind the register with a mystery novel. She was about halfway through then the small bell attached to the door clanged. She looked up and greeted the customer, a short man, perhaps in his forties, with curly dark blond hair and striking deep-green eyes. He nodded, and walked into the store, one arm holding a leash. Caroline could hear the pitter-patter of small paws as she returned to her book.
Fifteen minutes later or so, the man returned to the register with some books on the wild plants of national parks. He paid in cash, and when Caroline went to open the register, she received a massive static shock. She pulled her hand back rapidly, holding in a curse, and the man said, "That looked like it smarted."
His voice was thin, like he was unused to speaking. Caroline gave her best customer-service chuckle and opened the register to give the man his change. He walked out the door, and as he did, Caroline finally caught a glimpse of his animal.
She nearly fell off her chair.
Strolling behind the man was a tiny griffin. Caroline was sure of it. Body of a lion, head and wings of an eagle, and no bigger than a miniature poodle. She stared out the window behind her as the man and his griffin strolled off into the rain underneath a massive umbrella.
"What. The. Actual. Fuck." she murmured.
She tried to return to her book, but it really couldn't hold her attention anymore. She stood up and began to pace around the store. She tried to reason with herself.
"Griffins aren't real. I was just imagining it. That has to be it. It has to be."
She wasn't convincing herself, though. She went to grab her water bottle, and immediately the metal shocked her strongly. She recoiled, then pounded her fists into the counter. "What the hell is happening to me?" she shouted.
Staring at the counter, panting, her panic was interrupted by the bell ringing.
A cheerful voice filled the store, "Hi, Caroline! Gonna be pretty slow today, huh?"
She looked up and caught the eyes of her coworker, Aubrey, who was closing her umbrella.
Aubrey looked back, and her smile turned into a frown. Her voice was now deadly serious. "Caroline, what happened to you today?"
