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Your browser has a back button, and VK's e-mail has a 'delete' option. VK is tired of referring to himself in the third person and saying all these nasty things, but he has had to deal with some complete asshats in his internet surfing career. So with all that said, read on and enjoy the story! -------------------------------------------------- Imaginary Lover by Von Krieger Dragon, herm, unbirthing A lonely dragoness is confronted bya part of hir past long forgotten... -------------------------------------------------- Reama pushes through the door into hir apartment, it had been another life sucking day at work. The dragoness had been worked to exhaustion clearing trees and brush. Stripping off hir work clothes shi hopped into the shower, letting the hot water wash away the dirt, grime, and soreness from hir blue and gold scaled body. What shi really wanted was a good fucking, male or female, it didn't matter to hir. But all the other dragons were afraid of hir, shi was big, about two feet taller then any other dragon shi had ever met. Reama towered over other dragons and furrs at nearly nine and a half feet in height, not counting hir wings or horns. There was something about hir that made other dragons nervous and skittish. Shi had never had any real attachment to any of hir lovers, all of them were of other species, shi had never coupled with one of hir own kind. Hir relationships tended to fade after a few months. Sure shi could always masturbate or use some of the toy shi had collected over the years, but they didn't do as much for hir as a nice hard cock, or a dripping wet pussy. Sighing, feeling hir loneliness rising to crushing levels shi slunk to hir bed and dropped onto the soft mattress, snuggling under the covers, the cool silky material feeling good on hir naked scaly body. Shi closed hir eyes, fatigue coming over hir as hir head hit the pillow. Reama lets out a sad sigh before falling asleep. Miri watched hir mistress, watched hir come in, watched hir shower and soap hir sexy body, watched hir slide under the bed covers naked. Miri longed to reach out, to touch hir, to caress hir, to make hir know that there was someone who loved hir. But shi wasn't allowed to, it wasn't permitted. Hir mistress didn't want hir anymore, hadn't wanted hir for a long time. Shi had sent hir away so long ago. The silver dragoness' paw reaches out, wanting to touch hir mistress, smooth hir hair, tell hir everything would be ok. But shi pulled hir hand back, shi shouldn't even be here. Blinking nearly everpresent tears from hir eyes, Miri gets up from the plush armchair that looked out on the lake and turned to leave hir mistress' bedroom. Shi shouldn't be anywhere near this close. But Miri had to see hir again, just once, just to see if shi still felt the same way, still felt the same love for Reama that shi had always felt. After all the pain that Miri had lived through, all the agony, all the soul crushing loneliness that shi had felt every day for so long, shi couldn't bring hirself to hate the sleeping dragoness. Shi still loved hir as much as shi always had. Fighting back tears, shi quickly left hir mistress' bedroom. The sight of hir again had made Miri so happy. Reama looked sad, shi didn't have a mate that Miri could find, nor did shi seem to have many friends. But shi was healthy. Shi had grown into a proud, majestic dragoness. Not like Miri. Hir gaze was inadvertently drawn to the soft blue nightlight that glowed in the bathroom. Shi immediately regretted it. Shi hadn't looked into a mirror in years. With a sad sigh shi turns and walks into the bathroom, gazing at hir hideousness in the reflecting glass before hir. Although shi thought of hirself as a silver dragon, shi was more black-gray now. Shiny silver scales having lost their luster, their inner light dying slowly year after year. In normal light Miri knew they would have a somewhat molted appearance, flecks of brown and green on them. There were so many flecks on the edges of each scale, shi looks like shi was rusting. Hir belly scales looked better though, still the dull maroon they had started out as, but their wet shininess also long since faded, giving a dull, flat look to them. They looked like they were beginning to crack, tiny lines of bright red across them, as if hir blood was barely being held back from spilling out by a thin transparent membrane. Hir once luxurious hair, originally the same beautiful maroon as hir belly, was dirty and badly matted. Miri hadn't had anything to comb it with save hir claws, awhile ago shi had just stopped bothering. No one could see hir hair was messy except for hir. Shi was thin, painfully thin. Shi had no breasts to speaking of and could count hir ribs. Hir wings hung sadly behind hir, the muscles long atrophied, never to fly again. Hir tail and hung down from depression for so long, that Miri was incapable of keeping it from dragging on the ground. Hir teeth were fine though, shi didn't suffer from tooth decay, or disease, or anything of the like. Hir claws on the other hand, had only gotten bigger, sharper, serrated. The vestigial spikes along hir spine and tail had grown into wicked barbs. Then there were the scars. Hir wrists and neck bore scar tissue from many suicide attempts, or just depressed fits of self-hatred. Miri didn't bleed, shi just hurt. Two more scars adorned hir muzzle, where tears had dripped for so long they're worn the skin raw and scarred over. Miri had almost no clothing to speak of, just a simple loin cloth made from scraps of tattered garments. The only company shi had was a stuffed purple dragon named Roderick. With a sad sigh, Miri sat him on the counter, speaking to him in hir sad whispery voice. "Well, Roddy, this is it. I just... just... I can't stand being alone anymore. Even though shi told me not to, I'm going to have to talk to Mistress one more time." The worn stuffed dragon just sits there, smiling the smile that had been stitched onto his face ages ago. His fabric skin stained with tears, and Miri's cum. Since Mistress abandoned Miri, Roderick was hir only companion. Shi cuddled him, mated with him, talked to him as if he were an actual person. Miri let out an involuntary sob that was almost a chuckle. It was ironic the way shi treated the stuffed creature as if it were real. Giving the purple dragon a kiss on the muzzle, Miri sets him atop Reama's laundry hamper. "G'Bye Roddy." shi says sadly, waving at him, waling back to the bedroom. Shi kneels down next to Reama's bed, running hir fingers through the blue's hair, hugging hir while shi sleeps. "I love you Mistress, I always will." shi says sadly, before shaking hir gently. Reama awakens almost instantly, confused. Hir green eyes fix on Miri, and shi growls, lashing out with a punch that sends the pathetic silver sprawling. "Who are you?! What are you doing in my house?" shi roars. Miri curls up instinctively into the fetal position, trying to shield hirself from the blue. "I... I... I..." shi stutters before the much larger blue picks hir from the ground, grabbing hir by the throat and holding hir against the wall. "Answer me!" Reama demands. Tears pour down Miri's face. "You... you don't remember me, Mistress?" Miri squeak sadly. "Mistress? What the hell are you talking about? Tell me before I break your neck!" Reama growls. The silver smiles. "D-d-do it, please! End it, end it all! That's what I came here for." Miri says softly. The blue throws hir onto the bed, shaking hir head. "You're crazy." "So are you." the silver sighs. "What do you mean? Start making sense!" Reama demands. "You really don't remember me, do you?" Miri looks up at hir Mistress with hurt eyes. Hir gaze turns to the floor. "No, you probably wouldn't. You wouldn't have any reason at all to think about me, Reama." The blue just glares at hir. "H-how do you know my name?" shi asks, hir eyes widening. "Do you remember the name 'Miri,' Mistress?" shi asks, hir words causing Reama to recoil. "Miri was my invisible friend that I had a child. How do you know that name?" Reama asks, horrified. Miri just smiles sadly. "Because that's me." shi says simply. Reama looks like shi's been slapped, shi takes a step back. "That's impossible! Miri wasn't REAL!" Miri just shakes hir head. Shi looks to the footboard of the bed, and reaches out toward it, hir paw passing through the solid wood as if it isn't there. "I know, and I'm not real." Reama backs against the wall, slipping down. "You don't EXIST! You're a figment of my imagination! Dammit, it took two years of therapy to convince me that YOU DON'T EXIST!" "I know." Miri says sadly. "Your mother told you on your 14th birthday that you were getting too old to pretend you had an invisible friend. You... you told me that night that your mother wouldn't let me stay anymore, that I had to go away. So I did. You... you... gave me something to keep me company..." Miri trails off, walking through the wall to the bathroom, and returning through the hallway, bringing the purple stuff toy with hir. "See?" shi says, holding him out for Reama. Reama's jaw drops, shi recognizes it from pictures of hir when shi was a child. "I lost that, years ago!" shi protests. "It's what you told your mother right after, that you lost him and couldn't find him." Reama closes hir eyes, shaking hir head from side to side."I'm dreaming, this is a dream, you're not real! You never were!" Reama shrieks. Miri sets the plushie down and pats hir Mistress on the shoulder. "I know I'm making you upset, just do one thing for me and I'll never bother you again." the silver says, sitting down next to Reama. "What's that?" the blue asks, hir eyes filled with confused tears. "I'm tired, Reama. Tired of wandering a world where I can't touch anything, where I can't taste anything. All I can do is see the world and hear it. I can't interact with it in any way. I could never touch anything that you didn't imagine for me. It's why I'm just wearing these scraps of cloth. I have to make due with the things you'd thought up for me to use when we were children." "We?" Reama asks, confused. "I... I grew up too, Mistress Reama. I just... didn't grow very much. You always wanted a big sister, so I was bigger then you were. You sent me away, and didn't need a big sister anymore. So I guess I aged the rest of my growth naturally. I got a little bit bigger, but not much. I'm only five and a half feet tall." "You look sick, like you're dying." Reama points out. Miri just sighs. "I do, don't I? That's what I've come to talk to you about." "That you're dying?" Reama asks, confused. "No, that I want to die, but can't. Can you turn the light on?" Miri asks. The increasingly confused blue gets up and does so. Miri holds up hir wrists, and tilts hir head back. "I've tried, I've tried so damn hard to end it all, but it won't work! I don't bleed, I don't breath, I don't eat, I don't drink! I can't kill myself, Mistress, no matter how hard I try. I need you to imagine me some poison to swallow, or a lethal injection, or some pills to overdose on. Anything!" shi confesses, sobbing and sinking to the floor. "I can't be a part of your life anymore, so there's no purpose for me to keep on living." Miri finally admits with a sob. "You want me... to kill you?" Reama asks, not believing what shi's hearing. Miri nods. "Yes. That's all I want. Just picture something for me to swallow that will end my existence painlessly, and I'll go away, forever. You won't have to worry about thinking your crazy, or getting locked up in the asylum. In the morning this will be just some weird dream to you. You'll get on with your life, and my loneliness will be gone. I won't hurt anymore, because I won't even exist." Reama shakes hir head. "I can't, it's not right!" "Why not?!" demands Miri. "Why would it be wrong? I'm not real!" shi lashes out at the wall, hir arm passing effortlessly through it. "I'M NOT REAL!" shi says, raking hir claws across hir arm, opening painful gashes, but causing no blood to spill. Hir anger spent, Miri grabs Reama by the shoulders, looking hir in the eyes. "I'm just something you made up because you were so lonely you went a little nuts. You get rid of me, and you can be normal again. You're 34 years old, you don't need an imaginary friend! You don't need me, you don't want me, so finish the job and get rid of me once and for all!" Miri shouts, shaking Reama quite hard. The blue dragoness pulls the silver's paws off hir shoulder. "That... that hurt." Reama says, rubbing hir shoulders. Miri backs away, ashamed. "I'm sorry, Mistress!" Reama stares off into space for a moment. "But... you... hurt me." shi says, clearly confused. "I didn't mean too." Miri says softly. "I.. I just... I've been so lonely, Mistress, I don't want to hurt anymore. Please?" shi begs. Reama picks up the silver and hugs hir tightly. "Miri, I can't give you what you want." Miri pulls away, looking hurt. "Why? It's nothing you should feel guilty about, I'm not REAL dammit!" shi says, choking back a sob. Reama takes hir paw gently. "Ssssh, ssssh, sssh, just calm down Miri." "But I'm... I'm.... I'm..." "You're a mess is what you are, lets get you cleaned up." Miri looks up at the big dragoness, "Why?" Reama pulls hir into a tight hug. "Because I'm damned lonely too, and even if you're not real to anyone else, you're real to me, and that's all that matters." Reama picks up the silver in hir arms, carrying hir to the bathroom. "You... you mean I can stay?" Reama is silent, using one paw to hold Miri, and the other to turn the shower on. Shi looks down at the long neglected silver and smiles, leaning down and kissing hir deeply. Miri wriggles for a moment, surprised at the sudden presence of a tongue in hir mouth. Miri wraps hir arms around the blue's head, returning the kiss. Reama steps into the shower, Miri gasps at the feeling of wonderfully warm water against hir scales. The big herm sets the silver down, hir paws roaming over hir body, tearing away the tattered loin cloth and throwing it aside. Reama feels hir loves' tongue tracing circles around hir nipples, sliding down hir belly to tease the sheath where Reama's maleness lurks. "I've wanted to do this for so long." Miri says, nuzzling the soft scaly sac. Reama looks down to see a profound physical change having come over Miri, the dull scales seemingly washed away by the water, revealing brilliant silver and smooth maroon. Hir long, long hair, nearly three quarters of the silver's own height, regains it's beauty. Monstrous barbs and wicked claws fade. Shi's still horrible thin, but Reama knew in hir heart that would change with time and love. A gentle rumble builds in Miri's throat, a contented purr as shi takes hir Mistress' shaft into hir muzzle, being ever so gentle, slipping a claw into the blue's snatch. Reama just closes hir eyes and leans against the smooth tile of the shower wall. This was what shi had been missing for so long. Miri turned, wrapping hir tail around hir mate's member, exploring the depths of hir cunt with hir long forked tongue, cupping hir buttock with hir wings. Moaning and panting in the steamy heat of the shower, Reama braces hirself by putting one paw against the side wall, Miri's touches felt so good, Reama was afraid shi'd get weak in the knees and topple down onto hir lover, the other darts to hir chest where shi begins to massage one of hir gold scaled breasts. "Oh gods!" Reama moans. "Miri, whatever you're doing, don't stop! Ooooh, that feels incredible! OOOOOOOH!" the blue dragoness' tongue lolls out the side of hir mouth, hir eyes half rolled back in hir head. "Ooooh, Miri, that feels... feels... AH!" Reama lets out a short, sharp squeak as hir quaking legs give out, sending hir tumbling to the floor of the tub, knees first. Shi blinks for a moment. "Miri?" shi asks, bewildered. Another bolt of delicious pleasure shoots through hir body. Reama rolls onto hir back, one paw wrapping around hir cock, stroking the slick blue length as warm water continues to cascade on hir swollen belly from above. Swollen belly? "Oh Miri, what are you AAAAAAAAAHHHHH doing?!" Seeing the last few inches of a silver and red tail snaking into hir cunt answers the question. Reama can feel hir lover wriggling inside hir belly, sending indescribable waves of pleasure through the blue's quaking form. "Ooooooh, oooooh Miri, I'm gonnnnaaaaaa. CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!" the big herm howls, hir cock covering hir now massive belly with gooey dragonseed. Reama lies there for a moment, caressing hir bloated tummy. Turning off the water shi stumbles into hir bedroom, unbalanced with the weight of Miri inside hir. Instinctively shi curled around hir bulbous midsection, arms, legs, wings and tail. "Miri? Are you ok in there?" the blue asks. "Murrr, I'm fine, lover." comes the muffled reply. "What are you doing?" "Changing, I thought it would be fun for both of us to be surprised with my new shape." "New shape?" Reama asks, curious. "I can feel it inside me, I change to fit your desires." the captive silver says, doing something inside Reama that sends a lustful shiver through hir body. "Oooh that felt nice, Miri. But right now what I desire is a good friend, and a good mate." "Even if no one else can see hir?" "I don't care about anyone else, Miri, just you." Reama coos softly to the 'imaginary' silver. "I love you, Reama." says the little herm. "I love you too, Miri." is the reply from hir 'mother.' "Could you do that thing again where you.... OOOOH! Yes that." Reama says with a smile, hugging hir belly, closing hir eyes and falling into the most wonderful sleep shi's ever had.