Sometimes deals, like the one made between The Free Anarchy of United Dragons, so-called, and the various governments of humans on Earth, don't work out like anyone planned.
Sometimes they work out better.
On a cool day in late October, it was even colder where Brent was, ten thousand feet up, but he was largely immune to the cold. The air filled his long leather wings, and flowed along his scaly body. On his back, Alice shivered even in her parka, a tiny figure wedged safely between the fourteenth and fifteenth spiked plate on his back,. She had wanted to come along for a ride, and he'd warned her it would be a long cold one, but she liked to fly.
Things were a little stressful at home for her. Mortality had been one of things she shared with her husband, and now she didn't. Bob wasn't taking it well.
But Brent felt less stressed than ever. Flying was amazing. Being his true self was great. And not only had the various towns along his path agreed to have him fly over, not that according to the deal they had a choice, but they had actually requested it.
He swooped low over the town of Selkie Falls. Alice told him it was twelve-oh-nine, right on time. Outside, on the sidewalks and in the town square, tiny figures looked upward and pointed. Others went to their windows or balconies. Traffic stopped, and people got out of their cars to look.
In a few minutes, he would be gone, and the people on the sidewalks and in the square would go shop at the various businesses in Selkie Falls. Some of them had come from miles away. It was good for the local economy, and Brent would receive a small kickback for his participation. But for him, it was all about the joy of flying.
Of being a dragon, and not just in name.
For a few of the residents of Selkie Falls, it wasn't all about the economy.
Marie Carter watched from the balcony as the magnificent creature banked through the air, and felt something she hadn't felt since the birth of her second child five years ago. She had worked her body back in shape, she had done all the things, but her libido had vanished, swamped by a depression that left her with little energy for anything but her children. Her husband worked longer days, these days, not eager to get home, or perhaps having something going on the side. She didn't truly care which, for when the kids left for school each day, she felt lost.
But not now. She watched and felt her breasts tingle, and a warmth grow between her legs. Why was a dragon erotic? But it most definitely was. She lifted her dress, intending to slip her hand into her panties, but then realized all the neighbors were out watching and could see her as well as the dragon. So she resisted the urge. But she couldn't help but get more and more turned on, thinking about what would happen if the dragon swooped down to her balcony and carried her away. Or perhaps if it just landed, stripped off her clothes, bent her over the rail, and had its way with her in front of everyone.
And then it was gone, heading toward the hills northeast of town. In a daze, she walked back inside. There was a vibrator in her nightstand.
Then she stopped. That wasn't what she really wanted, and it wasn't what her family needed. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and she needed to take advantage of it. She picked up the phone.
"Carter and Associates, Harold Carter speaking."
"Harold. I need you to come home. Now. As fast as you can."
"What is it? Something happened to Junior or Cassie?"
"No, Harold. Just hurry!"
"What is it?"
"I need you to fuck me. Now."
A moment of silence. Maybe he wouldn't want her anymore. Maybe he was in love with his secretary or something. How had she not cared about that? The last five years seemed alien to her now.
"I'm on my way. Five minutes, max."
Marie liked living in a small town. Help was never far away. She just hoped she could wait, with the vibrator right there - no, she'd change her clothes. Put on the red lingerie she hadn't worn since Cassie was conceived. She was on birth control now, not that it had mattered. She forced her fingers to work, undoing the dress, putting on the lacy nothings. Then she heard the key in the door.
She ran out to meet her husband, and his eyes lit up when he saw her.
"Wow, Marie."
"Take me. Now."
Clothes flew, and they didn't make it to the bed. They fucked on the couch. Then they did it doggy style over the dining room table, after which Harold pled exhaustion.
"I'll let you fuck my ass," she said. Would that feel good? Well, she might as well find out. He'd been interested before, and she'd said no. Before he could say anything, she knelt in front of him and took him into her mouth, bringing him back to life.
She did not tell him that all long she was imagining the dragon inside her. In human form, of course. That would stay her little secret. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him, and it would most definitely be getting him lots of sex.
I'm back, she thought.
Then, a few minutes later, she found out that she could cum from being fucked in the ass.
Charli Townsend watched, too. Not all women got horny from just seeing a dragon, she knew, but it wasn't that unusual, either. She was one of the lucky ones, or unlucky, depending on how you looked at it. Half of her thought she should stay inside, but she couldn't resist.
Now she was on the public square, creaming her panties at the sight of the winged beast overhead, and getting insanely jealous of the shivering figure in the parka on top of it. She, Charli, had ridden a dragon before, in a club in Seattle, three hundred miles away. His long thick cock had stretched her pussy while she bounced on top of it. That night, she had gotten the tattoo on her leg that said, "Dragon Only." It was covered, now, by a skirt that came to midthigh.
She knew better than to think it would swoop down for her. Not that she wasn't a pretty girl, with lots of offers for dates she turned down. She had a heart shaped face, perky boobs, and long legs. She'd been on the cheer squad at both Selkie Hills High and at Pacific Lutheran University. But ordinary guys just didn't do it for her after that first night with a dragon, so ever since she'd slipped away and taken trips to Seattle, where she wore short skirts that displayed her tattoo and went to the club there every chance she got.
It had been months, and she'd told herself she wouldn't go back. Her Lutheran upbringing made her feel rather guilty about going and being a free-use fucktoy for strange men - strange, inhuman men, at that. She'd made such vows before.
She told her friends she was asexual. Her panties and her sopping wet pussy spoke to what a lie that was. It was all she could do not to rub one out in public.
She saw another girl shaking. Her boyfriend was telling her not to be afraid, that the dragon wasn't going to come eat anyone. Charli doubted very much that the woman was shaking from fear, although that was a reasonable enough reaction to a giant reptilian flying monstrosity.
Certainly more rational than getting horny.
Certainly more rational than planning a trip to Seattle, where she could get her fix.
She walked away, feeling aimless. "Lead us not to temptation, but deliver us from evil," she muttered, although she didn't really think that dragons were evil. The crowds had dissipated, and were heading into the stores. Out of towners, there to gawk.
They should be there to serve.
They should run away.
She held the two contradictory thoughts in her mind, as she walked down the street. She was still wandering, indecisive, an hour later.
"Harold!" came a sound from the second floor of a house she passed. The balcony door was open, the curtain fluttering in the breeze. The sounds came from behind the curtain. "Oh yes! Fuck my ass. Oh my god. Oh my god I'm coming!"
She'd watched other girls getting fucked at the club, and they yelled like that sometimes. Mouth, pussy, ass, nothing was off limits as far as most of the girls there were concerned.
Yeah, still wet, she thought.
She walked to her parents' house. She was staying with them again; there weren't a lot of jobs in Selkie Falls and while houses were cheap, apartments were rare, so it was hard to move out without steady employment.
She went to her bedroom, turned on the computer.
"Deliver me into temptation," she said, and realized she'd gotten it wrong. Or right.
She booked a bus trip to Seattle. The bus would leave late that afternoon.
Round trip?
The site asked.
