Author’s Note 2: Although this fantasy can be read independently, it was written as part of a series. For full enjoyment, please read “The Barbie Lez Fantasies: Week 1-96”.

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Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them. Well, I do… because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now…

I live in a quiet neighborhood. There is a park nearby. It’s a beautiful place to live if you forget the airplanes that fly above the city every few hours on their way to the airport. But as much as I enjoy the peace and quiet of my neighborhood, I sometimes head downtown for a stroll. I know it may sound odd to some, but I enjoy seeing the life that infuses that part of the city. The street performers. The variety of cultures and ethnicities. The shops with clever names and beautiful things that cannot be found in the online world we have now become accustomed to.

After taking a stroll through downtown Montreal, I was getting ready to head back to the subway station that had originally brought me there when I saw it. It was a man painting a mural. To be perfectly honest, I barely even noticed the man. All I could see was the massive dragon taking form before my very eyes. People kept walking past, oblivious to the work of art coming to life before them. I was not so blasé.

I stood there for a few minutes, staring at the dragon. Only the outline had been completed, but the vivid colors that would one day make up its scales were now being applied. I’m not quite sure when or how it happened, but I eventually found myself sitting on a bench. It stood across the street from the mural, giving me a perfect view of the masterpiece being painted before me.

I sat there for hours, ignoring the chill of the afternoon air and the soreness of my butt. All I could think about was that dragon. I watched it come to life, letting the rest of the world fade away. It was like that majestic beast and I were the only two living beings left on earth. I found myself picturing it coming to life and soaring high above the city. I imagined myself on its back, sailing through the clouds with the wind whipping through my hair.

It moved. I was so focused on its tail—the artist was halfway through painting it—I almost didn’t notice its head twitch. But the movement caught my eye when it intensified. It seemed like the mythical animal was struggling, almost as if it was trying to break free from the confines of the two-dimension world it was trapped in.

I glanced around, but no one seemed to have noticed it. I experienced a few seconds of confusion before I realized what was happening. I had been staring at the mural for so long I had started to fantasize. I had no idea if it would be sexual in nature, but I chose to let it envelop me.

In moments, the last few shreds of reality faded. By then, the dragon was furiously trashing about. I feared it would injure himself, but it had become a powerful beast. However, it was not until it finally managed to tear through the fabric of reality that I realized how truly magnificent it was.

He emerged from the wall like a dolphin emerging from the ocean. Fragments of the wall went flying in all directions as dust filled the air. Confusion reigned. Terrified shrieks filled the air as people ran for their lives. By the time the dust started to settle, the streets were deserted. I was the only one left.

My mouth dropped open in awe as the magical beast was finally revealed. He had lost his surrealism. Before me now stood a real, live dragon. His body was slightly bigger than a cow’s but his wings were gigantic. As the animal spread them out, they seemed to fill up the entire sky, momentarily blotting out the sun and bathing me in darkness.

I watched in awe as the dragon shook his body. The remnants of the shattered wall fell to the floor, leaving its scales free to shine in the sun. They were a bright shade of pink and glistened in the afternoon light like a thousand suns. But even with his girlish color, I could tell the mythical creature was a male. There was just something about the way he carried himself. About the way his powerful muscles bulged as he spun around, studying his surroundings. About the way he tilted his head back and roared like an enraged animal.

I knew I should run, but I couldn’t. I was entranced by the animal, fascinated by him. Before I could realize what was happening, I was standing, then walking. By the time it finally dawned on me that I was approaching a deadly dragon, it was too late. He had seen me.

I froze. Oddly, I wasn’t afraid. Simply captivated.

The dragon’s eyes focused on me. His irises were a vibrant shade of pink and seemed to bore into me, unearthing my every secret. He slowly approached, his razor-sharp claws clicking on the pavement. His wings remained outstretched, making him appear massive.

I didn’t know what to do, so I just stood there, waiting to see what he would do next. He kept coming until he stood before me. His head was mere feet away and his eyes remained fixed on me. I could feel his hot breath on my face, but I didn’t flinch. Instead, I did something that was so insane it felt like the only logical thing to do.

I reached out and pressed my hand to his muzzle. His scales felt hot against my palm. They twitched slightly as I began gently rubbing my hand against them. But that was the only reaction the animal had to my display of affection.

We remained that way for a few seconds. I didn’t know how he would react, but I was looking forward to it. Either I would be eaten alive of he would accept my show of faith as an act of friendship.

After almost a full minute, he folded his wings. With them now tucked at his sides, he seemed much smaller. In fact, his size reminded in of the few wild moose I had come across in my childhood. Only the moose I had seen were nowhere near as majestic—or deadly—as the animal that how stood before me.

Now convinced my life was no longer in danger, I began running my hands along his body, exploring every inch of him. I only had one thought in mind; climb onto his back and let him spread his wings and take me high into the air. But all thoughts of flight left my mind as soon as I noticed something between his hind legs.

“Wow!” was all I could say. The cock I had found between the animal’s legs was unlike anything I had ever seen. Not only was it massive—roughly the size of a stallion’s member—but it was covered in scales. They were smaller than the rest and reminded me of the ones found on the underbelly of snakes.

As odd-looking as the spear was, it drove me wild with desire. I felt an overpowering urge to touch it. Before I could even choose to give in to the perverse urge, my hands were wrapped around the shaft. Another gasp escaped me when I discovered it was the hottest part of the animal’s anatomy. The scales felt soft beneath my hands, but the rest of the member was hard as rock. Unable to resist its stiffness any longer, I took a seat beneath the animal and leaned forward.

My lips slipped around the tip of the shaft. The tip was pointy and easily slid into my mouth, gliding across my tongue until made contact with my uvula. Only then did I pull back. I started bobbing my head back and forth, my lips and tongue massaging the tip of the member while my hands took care of the rest.

The dragon seemed to enjoy my hard work, because he released a low rumble that shook his entire body. Though I knew nothing of dragon anatomy, I could tell the animal was on the verge of climax. I was a somewhat surprised by how quickly I had brought the animal to climax, but chose to take full advantage of it. No sooner was my mind made up that the first wave shot into my mouth.

I couldn’t believe this was my first time tasting dragon cum. However, it helped convince me to keep the liquid contained within my mouth for as long as possible. My taste buds gorged themselves on the sweet—and surprisingly hot—liquid as more and more of it entered my oral cavity.

It only took a few squirts before I had to swallow. When I finally did, a great warmth spread through me, making me impervious to the chilliness of the air. I also lost all track of time. All I know is that one second I was feverishly sucking the dragon’s cock and the next I was sitting in a puddle of cum, panting like a dog on a hot day.

I couldn’t believe how much semen had emerged from that member. But that soon became irrelevant when I realized the member in question was still erect. Thankfully, I knew just what to do with it.

All that sucking had lured massive amounts of arousal to my body and I know knew just how to get rid of it. Scrambling to my feet, I literally tore my clothes off before positioning myself beneath the animal. This time, I was bent forward, with my legs spread shoulder-width and my pre-cum-covered labia pressed up against the tip of the dragon’s cock.

I paused for a second, determined to enjoy every second of this blissful experience. But my momentary pause was not part of the animal’s plans. Ignoring my desire to take things slow and enjoy them to the fullest, he jerked forward, forcing himself deep into me.

“Fuck!” I yelled in a mixture of surprise and arousal. But then the surprise faded and only the arousal remained. I began to moan as the magical creature pounded the living shit out of me. Each thrust sent his member flying into me and a moan shooting past my lips. My arousal level rose and rose until it got too much for me to handle.

I climaxed. A powerful shriek toppled out of my mouth, letting my lover and the rest of the world know I was coming. Wave after wave shot out of me, splashing onto my legs. But most of it fell to the ground, adding to the puddle of dragon cum that already stood there.

It was not long before my lover was squirting alongside me. The semen left his member with such force it was sent flying out of me before I could even joy its intense heat. Thankfully, wave after wave of it passed through me, warming me up for the second time in minutes.

We came for that felt like an eternity before the dragon’s member finally lost its stiffness. As soon as it slipped out of me, I felt my muscles buckled. I crashed to the ground and remained there until my breathing had returned to normal.

I expected the fantasy to end, but it kept going. I wondered why until I remembered something. As enjoyable the sex had been, it was a desire to fly that had initially lured me to him. I just hoped that he would be willing to let me mount him.

He was. In fact, he lay down to make the task easier for me. I couldn’t believe how hot his back felt against my bare skin. I squeezed his body with my thighs and wrapped my arms around his powerful neck. As soon as I was secured, he unfolded his wings and leapt into the air.

In seconds, we were soaring high above the city. I couldn’t believe how fast we were going. The force of the wind constantly threatened to knock me off the animal’s back while making it impossible for me to open my eyes.

We kept rising, higher and higher until…

We started to soar. Our speed diminished and we began lazily floating through the sky, only a gently breeze now blowing through my hair. Hesitant at first, I opened my eyes.

“Wow!” I gasped. Far below up was the island of Montreal. It seemed so tiny. All around us were clouds. Some big, some small. We passed through a few of them and emerged with droplets of water clinging to our bodies. Thankfully, the dragon cum that still filled my stomach kept me warm.

We soared high above the city, the animal getting more audacious with each passing second. I enjoyed the sharp turns and the dives, but the rolls were not as great. The first one almost sent me tumbling off my mount, while the second one finished the job.

I started to fall, gaining speed with each passing second. The wind whistled past my ears. I knew I should have been terrified, but I wasn’t. This was a fantasy and that meant I couldn’t die. Still, my heart was racing and my breathing was short. But perhaps that was simply because I had always wanted to skydive and this was the closest I had ever gotten.

I kept falling until…

A car horn snapped me back to reality, ending my fantasy moments before I hit the ground. My heart was still racing, but a few deep breaths too care of that. I expected it to start up again when I realized the mural was now finished. The artist was long gone and only the dragon now remained. It was a beautiful piece of art, but it paled in comparison to the majestic animal I had seen in my fantasy. I was slightly disappointed upon realizing this. That is, until I realized something.

Every time I would see that mural, it would remind me of my vivid fantasy. And that should keep me going until springtime—that’s when I plan on going skydiving for the first time. I just hope the memory of that fantasy is enough.

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Have a horny day,

Barbie Lez