Page 20 of Her Dragons

Lily

It was the Saturday we’d been looking forward to, the first day of the Drake Festival, and it was perfect outside, sunny and not too hot.We couldn’t have asked for a better day for the occasion.

The guys dressed minimally, as did most of the male Drakes attending.They went shirtless and wore very short shorts with a “give” at the rear of the waistbands to accommodate their tails coming from the smalls of their backs, and open-toed athletic shoes.They told me to wear as little as I could get away with, because they had special plans for me when we got there.Suspecting what they had in mind, I put on a halter top, low-cut in the front and back so that it was effectively a half T-shirt, and shorts of my own, and the deck shoes from when they took me flying before.Prepared for the day, we launched from the apartment terrace with Jake carrying me, and headed right for the park.

Above the park was a flurry of flying dragon figures, singly and in couples and groups, all circling and swooping over the trees, and some of them carrying humans as Jake did me.The air was filled with their calls and shrieks, and while I’d never really learned to interpret the sounds they made in their reptile forms in the same way as they could, I thought they all sounded happy and ready for fun.It made my heart feel light, flying with Jake and Alex.

There were a number of roped-off areas in the park, and one of them was set aside just for Drakes who flew in for the Festival — a landing area.The guys and I, among other Festival-goers, set down in the grass of the landing place and made our way out into the crowds of other people.The park was packed with vendors selling Drake T-shirts, jewelry, art objects, and every other kind of merchandise you could possibly want with a “dragon” theme.Then there was the food!Everywhere was food, every kind of food you could want.I was pretty sure that if it was edible, someone in this park had it.Some vendors had delicacies specifically for the tastes of Drakes in their dragon form, or for very adventurous humans.There were fried and roasted insects, scorpions, and spiders!I looked at one vendor actually selling roasted tarantulas and big, fat scorpions, and some Drakes in their reptile bodies eagerly wolfing them down, and just about gagged.Alex and Jake teased me a bit about this and told me they’d had these “goodies” at other Drake Festivals, and encouraged me to try some.At the thought of eating a roasted spider the size of my hand, I was fit to pass out; those things were bad enough when they were alive!I told them that if that was their plan for me today, it was a great big No, thank you!Laughing, they escorted me further into the Festival, where things were going on that I liked much better.

In the greater expanse of the park were games and rides, all done up, of course, with the Drake theme.There was a Miniature Golf with dragon statues and little castles; Bumper Cars with dragon hood ornaments; a little Ferris wheel with dragon wings on the cars; and a miniature rollercoaster decked out the same way.People were leading their kids — or their kids were leading them — among the amusements, and off in one direction was a stage that had been set up for bands to play, some musicians playing while in their dragon bodies.Later in the evening, at the outdoor amphitheater where I was sitting when Jake and Alex first found me, there would be a concert by a Drake recording artist that the city had hired to entertain.Seeing the signs for this, I gave the guys’ hands a squeeze.Theysmiled and kissed me, promising we’d end our outing at the concert, and led me on to where they really meant to take me.

There was one big tent at one side of the park where the real plan for the Festival would begin.Jake and Alex escorted me inside the tent to a place filled with makeup tables, benches, lights, and mirrors, and a big row of lockers off to one side where some of the people were stashing their clothing.At the tables, under the lights and in front of the mirrors, makeup artists were busily transforming humans into Drakes in dragon form.

“You’re gonna learn how the other half lives today,” said Alex, twitching his eyebrow playfully at me.

I almost let out a squeal at the thought of it.I knew this was why they told me to dress this way.Their plan was to make me a Drake for a day!

They led me to one makeup artist who was free and gesturing for us to come on over.She sat me down and showed me some accessories, and let me pick out some for myself.Then she got to work at making me up.

When the artist was through with me, I had artificial scales glued to my face, and the exposed parts of my bust and my back, and my belly, and up and down my arms and legs.I looked positively reptilian.She gave me a special belt with a dragon tail attached to the rear, and a harness with fake wings fixed onto the back.She topped me off with a crown of plush dragon horns.I stood up from the artist’s bench and table fully transformed into a proper faux Drake!A look in a full-length mirror confirmed the opinion of the artist, and Jake and Alex.They said I looked fantastic, and they were right.

The guys escorted me back out into the park.In my new “morphed” form, I looked at other human women and men who’d had themselves made over, and almost doubled over with the heartiest laughter that had come out of me in longer than I could remember.Temporarily leaving my human self and all itsworries behind, and becoming a different kind of creature, I felt free in a way that I didn’t think I had ever felt in my life.

We had such fun that day.Jake and Alex escorted me out to another area where a troupe of Drake fire players were performing to a rapt audience.They were evoking the image of imaginary dragons from stories and myths; dragons who possessed one ability that real human/dragon metamorphs did not — the power to breathe fire.In their dragon shapes, they twirled flaming batons and lit hoops afire and jumped through them.They swung flaming ropes.They puffed out mouthfuls of mineral oil, or cream or flour, onto burning sticks and simulated “fire breathing.”And they played music and danced in and around flaming hoops on a fireproof platform.All of this was met with enthusiastic applause.Humans pretended to be dragons in one way, and Drakes pretended to be mythical dragons in another.

As sunset got near, I had to return my horns, wings, and tail to the tent, which was being closed for the night.But the scales were still mine to keep, so I was still at least a bit ‘reptilian’ when I stepped out with the guys back into the Festival.We got something to eat — human food, not dragon food — and afterwards they took me to the amphitheater where it all started.We got a good spot on the tiered seats, and it felt almost as if my whole relationship with them had come full circle.But now I was no one’s desperate, runaway girlfriend, afraid of what had happened to me and scared of whatever might happen next.Tonight I was the lover of two dragon men who had shown me more caring than I’d seen in two years.With Alex and Jake there was no pain.There was only contentment and, when we were alone, the greatest of passion.

The concert was by a rhythm-and-blues singer and her band, and of course they were fully done up as dragons for their performance.The singer was a tall black woman wholooked fantastic in green, gold, and maroon scales and had the most magnificent crown of horns.It was a fantastic show.The band was incredible.People snapped their fingers, clapped their hands, and swayed to the music, and some people got up and danced where they were sitting — or went down to the space between the front row and the stage and danced there.When the sky got dark, Jake at one point said into my ear, “You want to?”, and pointed down to where people were dancing.I grinned broadly and nodded my head, and the next thing I knew, he had me by one hand and Alex by the other.Down the tiers we went to the front area, and I shook my booty while wearing my scales, and the guys danced with me and we all laughed into the night with the other Festival goers.It was the most fun that I’d had yet — except, naturally, when the guys had me in bed.

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At the end of the evening, the guys flew me back to the apartment.Back in the living room, Jake asked me, “Did you have a good time, Lily?”

I looked at my two Drakes and they looked at me, and the sweetest expression passed between us.They had made me feel truly taken care of today.What other answer could I give them but, “Today was the most fun I’ve ever had, you guys.Thank you so much.”

“Hey, the ‘fun’ hasn’t even started yet,” said Alex.Smiling sexily to Jake, he said, “Now we get to clean her up.”

Jake motioned towards the master bedroom, where the master bath was, and said to me, “After you, mademoiselle.”

I turned and started in that direction, and I’d just gotten a couple of steps when the feeling of a playful squeeze on my bottom made me whirl around at the smiling, unshaven handsomeness of Alex, the source of that little dragon “goose.”Grinning back at him, I continued on my way to where we weregoing, with the knowledge that I was in for some good “clean” fun.

Our clothes immediately littered the master bathroom floor.Alex pulled me into a deep kiss and squeezed my buttocks where he had swatted.I returned the kiss and fondled his stiffening cock.Like a suitor cutting in on a dance floor, Jake took me from Alex into a steamy kiss of his own, and as I did with Alex, who continued to caress my bottom, I stroked Jake’s erection, tugging his foreskin back and forth over his glans.

Pulling out of the kiss, Jake said to Alex, “We’d better not wash her scales off in the shower, unless we want to clean them up out of the shower later.”Looking sexily and suggestively between Alex and me, he said, “I think this calls for a sponge bath.”

The most wonderful look of pure lust came over Alex.“Oh, hell yeah, buddy.We are so sponging her off.”

My skin tingled and my toes curled, and I let out a giggle of anticipation, letting them lead me to the recliner chair next to the hot tub.They sat me down, and Alex got some sponges, washcloths, and towels and Jake went to a cabinet from which he got out a couple of porcelain basins.He filled one basin with soapy water and the other with fresh water, and brought them over to where Alex knelt next to me.He had carefully covered the recliner with towels before having me sit down.Jake set the basin down on the floor while Alex kissed my bosom, sucked my nipple, and stroked my pubes.

Oh, this was going to be a cleaning-up that I wouldn’t soon forget.

The guys wet the sponges with the soapy water and got to work.They washed down all the places on my body where my makeup artist had so expertly applied the scales, and wrung out the sponges in the other basin.Then they took thewashcloths and wet them in the fresh water and gave me a proper rinsing off.They also wiped down my breasts and my pubic hair, building my anticipation for what they’d soon do next.

Jake took the basins and the sponges and washcloths and set them down on the vanity.Meanwhile, careful not to let the recliner go back, Alex came around in front of me and slid a hand up between my thighs, which I spread apart.Alex then kissed his way up my parted legs until he came to my waiting vulva.I leaned back and sighed as his tongue licked the folds of my entrance.Jake returned and knelt next to me, and kissed me tenderly and began to knead my breasts, while down below, Alex began to eat my pussy.

What I was having this evening after the Drake Festival was like a day at the spa — if the staff of the spa were all incredibly hot guys and the services that they offered included mind-boggling sex.Instead of a manicure, pedicure, and back rub, I was having my bare breasts massaged and my vulva and clitoris kissed and licked by two stunningly beautiful lads who knew exactly the way to treat a girl.Alex took his mouth from my sex and knelt upright just long enough to lift my legs and hitch them over his shoulders, then dove back down to where he wanted to be — and where I most wanted him — to help himself to more of me.The bathroom walls reverberated with the “Ooohhh” sound that I let out from the way Alex sucked and kissed my vagina.He slipped two fingers into me and started to strum at my clit, which brought forth whines of pure delight from me.

Complementing this was what Jake did to my breasts at the same time, taking one in each hand and squeezing in the most expertly firm and delicate way, and rubbing his warm palms into my hardened nipples.He smiled at me to show me that he was loving my breasts as much as I was loving his handson them.Jake was like a hot, sexy baker, and my bosom was like dough that he was kneading.I hardly needed an oven; he was baking me to perfection with just his touch.

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