Everything is just as he left it: windows shut, TV off, shimmering pink-violet holographic panel hovering in the air over the coffee table...

...

...wait, what?

...wait, what?

He walks over to the shimmering pink-violet holographic panel.

James Orland

"The Erogamer"

LVL: 1 (0 / 200)

 

Stats

DOM: 270 / 320

SUB: 145 / 520

 

BOD: 30 (+)

LST: 22 (+)

SED: 24 (+)

FUK: 29 (+)

PRV: 27 (+)

ERO: 10 (+)

 

Stat Points: 5

Money: More than anyone can reasonably count

 

Status Effects: None

Description: James is a trust fund baby who, through charm, wit, luck, and a complete lack of risk-aversion, managed to make it even bigger in life. Now the CEO of a major company and having founded and sold two successful startups, he's living the capitalist dream. Like many powerful entrepreneurs, however, he wants - more out of life. More excitement, more action, more variety. He has had his fair share of sexual adventures, and his thrill-seeking personality is what makes him a good fit for the Erogame.

 

Skills

Erogamer's Body (Lvl MAX): The biological ability to live your life as an erogame. Venereal disease doesn't exist for you, or periods or pregnancies or yeast infections. Arbitrarily large appendages can fit inside any of your orifices. You heal from all marks with a good night's sleep, ready for the next day's adventures. Other aspects of this skill depend on the BOD stat.

Erogamer's Soul (Lvl MAX): A different player might have received an Erogamer's Mind skill to unlock their potential and allow them to play the game as it is meant to be played. Either you really didn't want that, or your mind was already porny enough to impress the Erogame. This core skill only prevents your mind from being fundamentally and permanently damaged by extreme sexual experiences, and allows you to make voluntary use of the FUK, SED, LST, and PRV stats.

Erogamer's World (Lvl MAX): The consent of reality to live your life as an erogame. People are never too preoccupied to consider sex or romance, not while you're around. Bystanders won't ignore what you do, but they're unlikely to actually stop you. Those who do decide to involve themselves are drawn into the logic of the Erogame. If you go far enough that an authority sees no choice but to intervene… they won't treat you as a simple criminal. Other aspects of this skill depend on the ERO stat.

 

Perks

Married to the Job: Your work will always benefit rather than suffer from your ero activities. Time spent playing, or recovering from playing, the Erogame will never compromise your overall efficiency at work, no matter how many meetings you miss; your absences will always be plausibly excused without anyone needing to worry.

Additionally, every quest comes with a Company Reward, which defaults to +0.1% EBITDA at the end of the year; on completion of the quest, whether by success or failure, the reward is applied.

 

Info // Character Stats

LVL / Level: The quantified totality of your potency as an erogame character. The effect of this characteristic goes beyond just the 5 extra stat points you get per level, and the additional perk point you receive every 5th level.

BOD / Body: Your physical attractiveness, and other biological capabilities. At higher levels, your body becomes able to enact more exotic erogame events.

LST / Lust: The intensity of your sexual urges, and how easy it is to get you going.

SED / Seduction: Your ability to seduce others, to pique their interest and arouse their desire.

FUK / Fucking: Your ability to perform in bed and give others pleasure… or other sensations.

PRV / Perversion: Your descent into the world of naughtiness, fetish, deviance, and corruption.

ERO / Erogame Logic: The extent to which the world will bend---or can be bent by you---to create romantic and sexual situations in defiance of probability. Or at higher levels, physics.

DOM / Dominant Energy: Based off SED and FUK, fueling skills that invoke your dominance, sadism, or mastery.

SUB / Submissive Energy: Based off LST and PRV, fueling skills that invoke your submission, masochism, or service.

 

Info // Character Stats // Level

At LVL 1, and 0% progress toward the next level, you're at the very start of your new life.

You can increase your level by completing the quests the Erogame offers you, or by causing romantic and sexual events to happen to you or around you. The more difficult the challenge, the greater the rewards.

 

Info // Character Stats // Body

At a BOD of 30... it's frankly not clear why you've never even gone into modelling (and no, plausibly deniable rumpled pictures for TIME magazine don't count). You're consistently the most attractive person around, the kind people sometimes take secret pictures of to show their friends, and you should probably leverage this further than you have.

You can increase this stat through exhibitionism, and other acts that invoke the pure beauty and power of your physical form.

 

Info // Character Stats // Lust

Your LST of 22 is perhaps to blame for the above, only barely the highest in the average room. Make no mistake, you're much more likely than a random schmoe to be thinking about boning that cute boy in IT downstairs, but really is that saying much? Most people just don't pay attention.

You gain in this stat while experiencing sexual urges that are unusually intense or that go on unusually long.

 

Info // Character Stats // Seduction

At a SED of 24 you're clearly naturally skilled at convincing people that sleeping with you is a good idea, but you'd be a fool not to admit that your biceps and smile also take a big share of the blame. Gotta work on those seduction skills; you wouldn't want them to fall behind all your other persuasion skills, would you?

You can increase this stat by arousing the romantic interest or sexual desire of others, and successfully pursuing them or being caught.

 

Info // Character Stats // Fucking

Your FUK of 29 shows some dedication, for sure. You're unlikely to run into people who've had anyone better than you... but it's not impossible. Some practice would be welcome, here, and you really ought to look into perhaps doing some actual active searching for it rather than just, you know, figuring it out on the go.

How do you increase this stat? Take a fucking guess.

 

Info // Character Stats // Perversion

Given your other stats, a PRV of 27 is more a testament to your risk-seeking behavior and general outlook in life than anything about your perversion qua perversion. There is yet much to learn.

You can increase this stat by looking for opportunities to get even kinkier. 

 

Info // Character Stats // Erogame Logic 

At an ERO of 10, your life has become an erogame taking place in a mostly realistic setting. What happens to you might seem unlikely to others, but it won't break their belief in a sane universe… yet. Witnesses will reach for explanations other than the Erogame, but they'll still notice the unusual events.

If you keep pushing probability to its limits, then probability will learn to be a bit more flexible down there, relax and take it in and not protest so much.

 

Info // Character Stats // Dominant and Submissive Energy

If this were a different game, you'd have mana and hit points.

 

And they'd refill just from you sitting around on your ass doing nothing.

 

 

 

 

Lol

He looks around for whatever might be projecting this. He wasn't aware holograms were, really, you know, a thing mostly. But. Well.

...he taps the + next to SED.

BOD: 30 (+)
LST: 22 (+)
SED: 25 (+)
FUK: 29 (+)
PRV: 27 (+)
ERO: 10 (+)

Stat Points: 4

...okay! So he has four more points? He'll add 3 to LST, since that's the only one below 25... and one to FUK, to get a round 30. Sorry, PRV.

BOD: 30
LST: 25
SED: 25
FUK: 29
PRV: 27
ERO: 10

Stat Points: 0

Quest Begun: Outside the Pants (stat advancement: FUK 30)

You must prove your readiness before you can finish advancing the FUK stat to 30!

Leon Webber and Valentina Hart have never met, but they have more in common than they know. In particular, they share a somewhat uncommon kink: having someone else bring them to orgasm with their clothes on. As the Erogamer, it is your sworn duty to bring them this joy. Will you be able to?

Success: FUK 30, +150xp
Failure: N/A (continues until completed)
Company Reward: Someone in IT has a brilliant insight that finally reveals the source of a longstanding bug, significantly improving the efficiency of internal data handling.

...wait, really? That's weird. He never knew. He never knew!

Wait, wait, how does this... game thing... know that?

...

...uh... it might be a bit more surreal than he'd thought... but okay...

So he'll... have to go do that, then?

Quest Available: The Loneliest Mountain (Dreamworld: Greatsoul)

Zekanare of the West is a dragon. He has all the usual dragon hobbies: kidnapping pretty girls, making people fear for their lives, interior decoration. But as the millennia go by, he's getting increasingly dissatisfied with his life. It's lonely being the terror of nations! Perhaps you can help?

This is a DREAMWORLD quest. If you accept, you will be given a dream avatar in the target world. While you are awake, your dream avatar is asleep, and vice versa. Time is synced per wake/sleep swap rather than by unit, so you don't need to worry that if your dream avatar stays up too late you'll sleep through your alarm in the real world. If your dream avatar dies, you lose access to the associated world, potentially forever. Your dream avatar shares all your stats, skills, and other game attributes, but may have a different appearance.

Success: +250xp, unlock the Multiversal Quest Menu
Failure: Zekanare remains sad and hazardous
Company Reward: Default

Accept? Y / N

This. Is. Bizarre.

But looks fun. He taps the 'Y' button.

The Y flashes white, then the window fades out.

And what would he like to do now?

He supposes he's going to find Valentina, then.

Back to the elevator he goes.

No more quest prompts ambush him on the way.

Maybe they only show up at his apartment.

He greets the porter and informs him he was ambushed by a sudden desire for a pain au chocolat so he's going to Valentina's. And so he goes.

The bakery is as well-lit and pleasant-smelling as ever. When the bell on the door announces his entrance, Valentina looks up and waves cheerfully.

"Good afternoon, dear heart! How are you doing today?"

"Pretty good, you? A sudden need for baked goods at four in the afternoon? Should I be getting out the breakup chocolate?"

"I am, as ever, single, no broken hearts to mend. No, I just decided to call a short day today at the office and was suddenly reminded that you make the most absurdly delicious pains au chocolat that I've ever eaten, and I've been to Paris."

"Aww." She puts a hand to her heart. "You're a dear, James. One absurdly delicious pastry, coming right up—anything else?" she asks as she moves to fetch the requested treat from its tray.

"Hmm, is it too busy right now, or do you think you'd want to join me on a second pastry and some coffee? We haven't really chatted in a while, I want to catch up."

"Hmm..." She glances around at the otherwise-entirely-deserted bakery, double-checks the clock, tucks an escaping strand of hair behind her ear with the rest. "Yeah, I should have plenty of time for a break."

"Great! Then pick whatever pastry and drink you want and I'll have, mmm, a mocaccino, extra whipped cream, I'm in the mood for something sweet. And I'll be paying for it all of course."

"Of course." She chuckles, gets started on his coffee, picks out a second pastry, makes herself a needlessly elaborate milkshake because why not, assembles all these items on a tray, and rings him up.

So he can pay and pick a table for them.

"I think I was mistaken when I said I was in the mood for something sweet," he says, eyeing the cake sprinkles on the milkshake.

"If I'm going to take an unscheduled break to catch up with a friend, I might as well be maximally self-indulgent about it," she says, handing him his receipt, which lists a ten-dollar 'rich friends demanding my time' surcharge.

He laughs at the charge and gladly pays. "Wouldn't dream of denying you it."

And off to their table they go. She picks up her milkshake and has a merry slurp.

He grins at her. "So! How've you been?"

"Oh, nothing new, really. Baking tasty treats, gradually conquering the latest Candy Crush."

She idly pulls a sketchbook out of her pocket and starts drawing the view out the storefront as she talks.

"I wasn't kidding about the breakup chocolate, by the way. The secret to success is always having a little something around in case of emotional emergencies." She points the eraser end of her stubby pencil at him. "You should consider it."

"Am I giving off emotional emergency vibes?"

She laughs. "No, no, not at all. But that makes the suggestion all the more appropriate, doesn't it? The best time to plan ahead for a bad day is when you're having a good one."

"If I didn't know better I'd say you're trying to sell me some of your delicious expensive chocolate," James says, smirking as he sips from his coffee.

Another laugh. "I am not! I get my breakup chocolate from Costco like anybody else."

He grins. "Well, I deal with my bad days in a different way."

She raises her eyebrows. "Oh?"

"I just don't have them."

She gives him an amused yet deeply skeptical look.

He laughs. "Oh, fine, maybe sometimes I have bad days."

"Well, it's good that you acknowledge that, or you'd be going home with a package of emergency truffles whether you wanted them or not," she says, smirking.

"Wait I think I changed my mind my life is perfect and nothing ever goes wrong!"

She cracks up and drinks her milkshake rather than dignify that with a response.

James laughs, too, and says, "So no truffle package, then?" He sips from his coffee again.

"Emergency chocolate is for emergencies! It rather defeats the purpose otherwise!"

He laughs again. "Fine, fine. I do have something other than chocolate for bad days, though," he says, leaning forward and propping his head onto his elbows. "But it's not polite to talk about it in public."

Here come the skeptical eyebrows again.

He leans back, grinning. "You have to admit it's pretty good for cheering up!"

"Well, you're not wrong," she concedes. "But personally I find chocolate much more dependable."

"Mmmm, perhaps, but it can always be the fallback plan."

"I suppose." She laughs and shakes her head. "You must lead such an interesting life."

"More interesting than I can get any credit for, even."

"Oh?"

He shakes his head. "Sometimes I just feel like I'm some trouble magnet or something. I'm not complaining, see, I like leading an interesting life."

"I'm pretty content with my reasonably boring life, personally."

"Really? Then I suppose you won't want to go out for dinner with me tonight."

She pauses in the middle of setting down her milkshake, studies him for a moment, then slowly completes the motion.

"Well. And what does James Orland the Eternally Single Adventurer want with a humble baker like myself?"

"To get both of us some free breakup chocolate and, who knows, maybe more."

"I'm not sure that answers my question," she says, taking another slurp of milkshake without breaking eye contact.

"Doesn't it? I think it does, but you're free to ask for clarifications."

"Why? Why me, why now?"

"Those are both very good questions. You're extremely charming, I like you a lot, and I'll answer the last one only if you say yes, and only after the date."

...she puts her milkshake down so she can cross her arms and glare at him. But she keeps smiling, so it's not much of a glare even so.

"...Fine," she says at last. "If the answer turns out to be 'so I can introduce you to my collection of taxidermied ex-girlfriends', I have at least two friends you've never heard of who'll know where to send the police."

This was a bad moment for him to be sipping coffee again. He sporfles but manages not to spill any coffee; instead, he chokes on it, and spends a few seconds choke-laughing at it, setting his coffee down and hitting his chest a couple of times. "I promise there's nothing like that," he says, then coughs some more. "Cross my heart."

She grins, sunny and cheerful. "I believe you!"

He grabs a napkin and holds it in front of his lips to cough some more, his eyes watering. "So," cough cough, "how about I pick you up here after your shift ends? Or do you want to go home first to get ready?"

"Depends how fancy a date you plan to take me on," she says, smirking.

"Sky's the limit, dear heart, unless you prefer I surprise you."

"Hmm." She thinks it over. "...Pick me up after work and don't take me anywhere where I'll be embarrassingly underdressed."

"As you wish."

She laughs. "And don't forget to hide the taxidermied ex-girlfriends."

"You will see no hint of them."

Giggle. "Good!"

He drinks the last of his coffee and grabs his untouched pastry. "Now I believe I should go to let you mock me to all your staff."

"You got it," she says agreeably. "See you at six-thirty."

"I will see you then!"

So he excuses himself and goes back to his apartment, eating his pastry on the way.

Successfully arranging a date with Valentina despite her suspicion of your motives has caused your SED to go up by 1!

...ooh! Nifty!

Okay, now... that one quest said he goes there to sleep. So maybe he could try to take a nap. He sets his alarm to 6PM and lies down.

He drifts off to sleep, just like normal...

...but when he wakes up, several things have changed.

To start with: it's a bright spring morning on a sunny hilltop, the air smells of grass and wildflowers, and he is wearing a dress.

Also he has boobs.

He... had not expected this extensive a change. Maybe she? Maybe he's a she, now.

She sits up and looks around.

The scenery is lovely. Grass, trees, a sparkling stream winding between the low hills.

Large red claws close neatly around her waist, and suddenly she is rising into the air at dizzying speeds, held securely in the claws of an enormous flying reptile.

She takes a deep inhale, then looks up at the reptile...

...down at the landscape...

...then starts laughing and whooping. She brings both hands to her mouth and cries out a "Woohoooooooooo!"

—the dragon giggles incredulously.

She continues laughing and then spreads her arms wide, as if she were flying.

The dragon flies higher and faster, until the rushing wind bites uncomfortably at her skin. He's still giggling. It's a surprisingly undignified sound for such a majestic creature.

The wind and the chill are exhilarating, sort of like riding a motorcycle but more. Eventually she stops laughing but just because she starts getting tired and breathless, not because the trip becomes any less exciting.

The dragon carries her to a mountain, and in particular to a roomy balcony perched high on a cliffside with dragon-sized doors leading into the interior of the mountain. He lands and sets her down carefully on her feet.

"Most people I kidnap don't have nearly this much fun," he observes, amused. Although he isn't speaking English, she finds she is unobtrusively fluent in the language he's using.

"Then they don't know how to have fun," she counters, dusting herself and looking around at the place before turning to look at her captor.

He is very big and scaly. Kind of pretty, actually. Fiery red scales, striking green-gold eyes.

"Or they're worried I'm going to eat them," he suggests.

"Are you going to eat me?"

"Nope!"

"Then I have nothing to worry about, do I?"

The dragon shimmers and seems to fold in on himself, condensing into a different shape as he takes a step forward. Now he is a human, very tall, very handsome, and very in her personal space.

"I can think of a few things," he says, smiling a faintly predatory smile.

She's shorter than him. Huh. That's not a common experience, being shorter than other people.

She kinda likes it.

She looks up at him and continues to smile. "Wanna bet?" she asks, taking a small step so that she's nearly touching him. But just nearly. And ooh, is this what being wet feels like, because she thinks she likes it, too.

...he laughs.

"Do you just have no fear at all?" he wonders, and without waiting for an answer he scoops her up and carries her into the mountain.

The entrance hall on the other side of those doors is vast and stunningly beatutiful, with windows formed by thinning the stone of the cliff face to let in the light; but she doesn't have long to appreciate it, because he immediately carries her into a human-scale room off to the side, tosses her onto a comfortable couch, and pounces.

She eeps ad giggles when she's scooped, then wraps her arms around his neck. She does try to appreciate the view but when she's pounced she's thoroughly distracted. "You didn't even tell me your name," she breathes teasingly when he lands on top of her.

"Zekanare."

He grabs a handful of her dress and pulls. The fabric is fairly sturdy, but nevertheless comes apart like tissue paper in his hands. He leans down to kiss her newly revealed collarbone. Where his hair catches the light, shifting glimmers of red echo the colour of his scales.

She gasps and closes her eyes, her hand instinctively reaching up to reach behind his head.

And she realises she doesn't have a name.

Well. Now she does. "Jamie," she breathes. "A delight to meet you."

He chuckles, dragging his teeth across her chest as he finishes shredding the rest of her dress. His mouth wanders her body in search of interesting reactions.

She has a whole new body, not that he knows it, so pretty much everywhere gets an interesting reaction, although the obvious places get more interesting ones. She understands what the game means by "same stats, different body," now. She's hot, her erect nipples decorating large, attractive breasts; her flat stomach leading the way down to her extremely wet pussy, only the slightest hint of blond hair serving as an invitation; long, strong legs framing Zekanare's body and opening slightly further to welcome his advances; and her voice, moaning softly in response to his touch, making her back arch slightly and her head roll back as she tries to offer more, more of her body to him.

He is still kind of confused about how he managed to randomly carry off a girl who apparently knows neither fear nor shame, but he's hardly going to complain. She's delightful. He kisses her and runs his hands over her lovely soft skin.

Embracing your first experience of female sexual desire has caused your LST to go up by 1!

She takes a couple of seconds to register the stat gain, then shudders in delight and lust. "Oh, goodness, is this what I was supposed to be worried about?" she wonders, breathlessly.

He chuckles.

"No," he says, nuzzling her neck, "you were supposed to be worried I'd turn back into a dragon halfway through."

"But that sounds exciting."

"Really."

"Mmhmmmmm," she singsongs, lightly thrusting her hips towards him. "I'm sturdier than I look. Though do try not to kill me, I would be sad about not getting to see you again."

"Well, I'm not turning back in here, I'd break the walls," he says with a half-shrug at their cozy surroundings. "If you're that into getting wrecked, though..."

He pins her to the couch and bites her shoulder, drawing blood. The same strength that casually destroyed her dress is sufficient to leave bruises everywhere he touches her, if he isn't being careful.

She screams.

But oh she's so wet and this is so good and so bad at the same time and the hand that was on his hair clenches into a fist—she wonders if she can come just from this—women have much less trouble with refractory periods so she doesn't even mind if she does—

He holds her down and fucks her with inhuman strength. A rib cracks, and then another, and something goes terribly, painfully wrong in the joint of her hip - but it doesn't just hurt; there is undeniable pleasure amid the violence. He trails kisses down the side of her neck and only twice bites hard enough to make her bleed again.

Enjoying the bone-breaking caresses of a terrifying otherworldly monster has caused your PRV to go up by 1!

Oh God this is horrible and painful and delightful and joyous and she loves and hates every moment of it. She'd never felt—well, she didn't have a pussy before, so she'd never felt a cock in it, and it's so good, being stretched and crushed and hurt and broken and by the end of it she's sobbing and she's come thrice and she's, somehow, still wet. She wonders whether the Erogame would let her be a girl on Earth, too, but then decides she wouldn't want that. She's not sure why, but it doesn't really matter.

Zekanare enjoys himself immensely.

When he's done, he sprawls next to her on the couch - it's broad enough for a comfortable snuggle - and gathers her into his arms and pets her, giggling into her hair.

She takes in a deep breath, and chokes/sobs when this catches on her broken ribs, and God why is that so hot. She snuggles up. "We should do that again sometime," she says in a raspy voice.

"We will," he promises, kissing her forehead.

She giggles/sobs. "You wouldn't happen to have—ow—healing magic, would you? Then I wouldn't have to—oh fuck that hurt—go to sleep now."

"As it happens, I do!"

He hugs her, which is agonizingly painful for a moment and then feels very strange for another few seconds and then subsequently doesn't hurt at all.

"—oh," she breathes, and starts giggling because when that much pain is gone it's almost a high. "Thank you!" she says, grinning, then reaches down between her legs to start rubbing herself, lightly, gently. Not for any reason, just because she's never done it and she wants to know how it feels.

She thinks she likes this "being a girl" thing.

Zekanare laughs and snuggles her and nibbles affectionately on her ear.

"So, do you do this for a living?" she asks, rubbing her clit with a lazy finger and raising the other hand to her nipple to play with it a bit.

He snorts. "I'm a dragon, I don't need to make a living."

"Hobby, then? Kidnapping pretty girls and giving them what is probably one of the top five nights of their lives?"

"All the other pretty girls I've kidnapped have been terrified of me!"

"They don't know how to have a good time."

"I think actually you're just crazy," he says. "...Also, probably one of the top five? I'm gonna take that as a challenge now, you realize."

"Ooh, do I get to try out your other form?"

"I'm not convinced my other form wouldn't kill you!"

"Hmm, good point, maybe we should start slow until I'm sure it won't. Dying would be a shame, you're adorable, no one told me the evil dragon was ad—ooh!" she says when she hits a particularly sensitive spot in herself.

He giggles and kisses her cheek.

She beams and snuggles up. "So, what does the evil dragon do when he's not kidnapping and fucking pretty girls? Is the snuggling part of the package or am I special?"

"You're very special." Kiss.

Ooh kiss! That's good, mmm.

"When I'm not kidnapping and fucking pretty girls, I mostly rebuild and redecorate my lair," he says. "It's a very pretty lair. I'm proud of it."

Ooh she has a chance to properly look around now.

The room they're in has one of those windows that's hollowed out of the cliff face so it's not visible from the outside but the stone is thin enough to let light into the interior. It's small and cozy and very pretty; the floor under the cuddlesome couch is softened by a thick red-and-gold rug, and the walls are sculpted into an artful transition between natural-seeming rough stone on the exterior-facing side and something more smooth and finished on the opposite wall. Even the light fixtures follow the theme: the exterior wall has spars of luminous crystal growing in rough clusters, and the interior wall has elaborate wooden sconces holding polished crystal globes, and along the in-between walls there are intermediate stages that look like they've been caught partway through morphing from one to the other.

Zekanare beams proudly at her.

"It's really gorgeous," she breathes. "You did it all yourself?"

"I'm eight thousand years old, I've had a while to work on it."

"Eight thousand. Wow."

"Mmhmm." He nuzzles her.

"And it's—just you?"

"Mm?"

"Do you have a dragon girlfriend or boyfriend, maybe some dragonlets?"

...he snorts. "No, nothing like that."

"Must be lonely."

"Eh, maybe."

Snuggle snuggle. "Are there no other dragons?"

"I don't really talk to them much. Dragons are an independent bunch."

"What, all of them?"

"Yeah. We're dragons."

"Humans vary more along that axis, I believe."

He giggles.

"So, about that," he says. "I was human to start with. We all were. Dragons, griffins, unicorns, everybody."

So there are nondragons here. Good to know.

"Were you this pretty when you were human?"

"More or less. Though I wasn't quite as tall."

"I'm not used to many people being taller than me. It is more attractive than I'd expected."

He laughs.

"But how come you became a dragon, then?"

"I'm actually pretty sure I was the first one. I don't know why. Nobody explained it to me at the time. I just... got sick and died and woke up fifty years later in the middle of the woods, big and scaly." He shrugs. "Apparently that's how it works for all of us, no matter what we turn into."

"But you definitely remembered being human before, and your previous life and all that? Huh."

Snuggle snuggle oh she's stopped playing with herself she should do that.

"Yeah."

He snuggles her and pets her hair.

"And from this you are telling me that there's something about personality that determines what you turn into?"

"Sure seems like it. Dragons are all one way, unicorns all another, and so on."

"So what's the dragon thing? Being very independent or something else?"

"Independent, proud, dangerous." He kisses her forehead.

"Do you attack villages and hoard their gold?"

He giggles. "No! There's some dragons who do that sort of thing, but I've never seen the point. If I want gold I can make it."

"Maybe they just thought it would be a nice aesthetic? It sure is narratively compelling."

"I admit I haven't asked."

"Maybe another one will kidnap me and I'll be able to ask them."

"Nope, I'm keeping you," he says, wrapping his arms around her.

She giggles. "What, forever? What if I had friends and family who would miss me?"

"Where are you getting the idea that I care about that sort of thing?"

She pouts. "Wouldn't you want to make me happy? I'll smile for you if you do."

He snorts. "I've never made anyone happy in my life, why start now?"

"Because it's great. I could show you."

"What's so great about it?"

"Mm, it's hard to explain." She looks him in the eyes. "Did you like it when I enjoyed myself while you were hurting me? Did you like to see me wet and make me come?"

"Sure I did," he says with a half-smile, ruffling her hair and not bothering to meet her eyes.

"It's like that, but much, much better."

"I don't believe you."

He kisses her.

Ooh kisses, yes, good. She doesn't pull away from them.

Mmmkiss.

"I still think you're crazy, by the way." Nuzzle.

"I have been told this a few times," she admits.

He giggles.

He is very snugglesome. And very lonely. And he doesn't really trust her. Not that he would, they've just met, but it does mean she might take a while to convince him. Oh, well. She's not sure how to do that but she suspects it will involve being a bit less... secure in her local immortality.

But on the other hand she really wants to try that dragon dick out.

She has time. She doesn't need to make him a saint today, and she'll probably even see him again after her date with Valentina.

Snuggle snuggle.

She starts getting distracted by masturbating again, and closes her eyes. Her body starts moving almost of its own accord, and light, soft sounds start being produced at the back of her throat.

He nuzzles the side of her face.

The sounds get louder and the movement faster and more insistent, more urgent. Her body reaches a crescendo, she pinches her nipple, and comes for a fourth time, shivering in his arms and breathing heavily.

He snuggles her the whole time, then kisses her when she's done.

Yes good. She thinks she's had quite enough orgasms for now.

Then she can have cuddles instead!

So many of those!

Mmmm she's cozy.

Jamie has never thought of herself as cozy but she does not object to the qualification.

She looks up at him. "So, let's do something!"

"Like what?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe a tour? I've only seen this one room..."

"I could give you a tour," he says cheerfully, scooping her into his arms and getting up off the couch. A flicker of red light sweeps over her skin and solidifies into a stunningly beautiful dress, black with a pattern of red-gold flames on the skirt and the ends of the sleeves. He doesn't bother replacing his own clothes, perhaps because the moment he steps out into the entrance hall he turns back into a dragon, leaving Jamie sitting on his shoulders.

Awww she kinda wanted to show off for him and maybe milk a BOD point. But this is cute, too, and then he turns into a dragon and that's awesome. She giggles.

The dragon giggles too, and hops over the railing of the walkway to glide down to the floor of the entrance hall. The space isn't quite big enough to properly fly in but it definitely has room for some very fancy falling.

Whee!

Out of the entrance hall and into a dragon-sized corridor, he lopes along at a slightly terrifying speed. There are no doors at this scale, although here and there a human-sized room branches off the main tunnels. Every corner he turns brings a slight change in the decor, although the differences can be subtle; sometimes it's just a change in the colour of the light, hints of blue or green or pink or purple, picked up and reflected in the stone tiles that cover the floor.

This place is gorgeous.

It really, really is.

They seem to be spiraling gradually down into the heart of the mountain. At one point they emerge from the end of a corridor into a huge natural-looking cave, lit by veins of luminous crystal in the walls and floor and ceiling, with an underground river flowing through it; in the very center of the cave, the river splits around a massive crystal formation, a cluster of seven perfectly clear six-sided pillars that reflect and amplify the light of the smaller, cloudier, brightly-glowing crystal spars around them.

Zekanare clears the broad path of the water in a single casual hop and keeps walking, though he slows down a little to let her get a good look at the place.

Everything is absolutely gorgeous everywhere.

"How long did it take you to do this?" she wonders.

"I've been working on this mountain almost all my life. I think I've been working on this cave for a few years, but I don't mess with it very often; I did most of the work on it in a day."

"You're incredibly talented."

"I have a lot of practice!"

"I can imagine! Ooh, can you teach me that?"

"...Teach you what, exactly?"

"Magic! Architecture!"

"I can teach you shaping, I guess, though I can't promise I'm any good as a teacher. I wouldn't even begin to know how to teach you architecture."

"How'd you learn it?"

"Centuries of trial and error!"

"Well, I could try that, too, I suppose."

He laughs. "If you like."

"How'd you learn shaping?"

"On my own, mostly."

"Oh it's the kind of thing you can learn on your own? I guess that would make sense."

"It's not easy but I'm good at it."

"Is there a first step?"

"I'll show you when we get to the garden, if you like."

"I'd love that."

He laughs.

She settles in and continues to watch the pretty and brainstorm ways to get him to be happy.