A New Old Face Appears

“Look at that!” Someone said, suddenly snapping Alan from his amazement with this new world. The human turned his head to see whose voice was that.

A dragon stood near his table, and he was smiling at him. This dragon was male (Alan could tell it easily, he didn’t knew exactly how, but he could), and he had scales of a soft blue coloration, with the scales of his neck and down his underbelly being of a darker shade of indigo. He had twisted horns like the ones of a gazelle on his head, and his blue eyes were focusing on the human. This dragon had a slightly toned body, but not very much, and his size seemed normal for a dragon. Alan looked at this dragon, and noticed that he was wearing a red scar around his foot-long neck, some additional clothing to the grey shorts he was wearing, and to the bag he carried over his neck and shoulder, certainly to carry stuff around.

“If it isn’t Alan Smith!” The dragon said, looking at the human. “Man, I haven’t seen you in a really long time. Say, how has life been treating you?”

Alan looked at the dragon. He just... looked.

A part of him was still thinking that this maybe could all be a dream or a delirium. He almost felt like reaching out for that dragon and touching him, not only to see if he was real, but to actually feel the texture of his scales, however, a rational part of him told him that this would not be a good idea.

“Alan?” The dragon asked, seeing the human just stare at him.

“Huh?”

“You... you remember me, right?” The dragon asked, looking back at the human. “Adamaius Wingshield. From law school.” He was looking at the human as he spoke that. “Adam ‘Big Wing’? Receptor of the wingball game? We used to hang around in college? They called us dynamic duo Alan and Adam? You helped me with my dissertation about new developments on the laws of interspecies adoption?” He seemed to hope that any of these things would help the human know who he was. Adam just kept looking, noticing just how awkward the conversation this was getting, and already trying to think a way out of this, when a thought suddenly hit him.

“One moment, please.” Alan said to the dragon, and opened the rulebook one more time. With his pencil, he wrote something in there.

New rule: Alan Smith is capable of remembering both the original timeline and all of the timelines created by the rules wrote in this rulebook. Alan looked at it for a second, before adding: and he can access all of these memories at will without being overwhelm by the memories of conflicting timelines.

This new rule took only a few seconds to take effect. Alan blinked, and all of sudden, new memories were flooding into his brain. It were the memories that he had of his life in this timeline, which was actually not much different from the original one, with the exception of having much more dragons.

All of sudden, he remembered the dragon as an old friend from college.

“Big Wing.” He said, turning to him, “The guy who won the intercollege championship of wingball with a flapdown with only two minutes to go! How could I forget?”

The dragon smiled at being remembered, and soon, Alan was using his new knowledge of this new world to catch up with his college friend, who was older than him by nearly four years and whom he last saw two years ago after getting his law degree.

Yeah, Adamaius, “Adam” for shorts, still practiced wingball (a very popular sport that was a bit like a mix of football and soccer, with the difference that dragons play it by flying) on his free time, but he didn’t became a professional. Instead, he got himself a job on a law firm of great renown, one that specialized in the cases that involved adoption of humans by dragons or of dragons by humans.

“Man, it is so good to catch up with some old friend.” Adam said, and Alan had to admit that it was really nice to catch up with some old pal, even though it was one that only existed due to changes in reality that the human made and that the dragon, like everyone else, was probably unaware were ever made.

Soon, Adam bid Alan goodbye, as he had to go back to his work, and the human looked at the departing dragon. In particular, Alan was looking at his hindquarters, seeing how they moved as he walked, that long and muscular tail swinging back and forth with the movements of the dragon’s rear.

Alan looked at the departing dragon, and he groaned to himself, feeling a familiar stirring on his loins.

Alan was a lover of dragons. Ever since he was a little kid. This love remained with him as he grew up and until he became a grew man. However, as it happens to most passions, it started to shift as Alan grew. In particular, it suffered a major change as the man reached puberty and started to awake sexually. Soon, instead of spending hours looking at images of dragons from his old books, and wishing that he could ride in the back of one while they flew, the teenager was looking for explicit artworks of dragons online, depicting the mythical reptiles in all manners of sexual situations and contexts.

This was a desire that ingrained itself in Alan’s mind until it became a meaningful part of his personality, of who he was. That was the reason why he never had a girlfriend ever since that first one. It was also the reason why he and that girlfriend broke up on the first place. Alan didn’t thought that humans were attractive, he could only get hot for dragons.

Of course, this tuned down after his puberty passed and he matured enough. However, the desire still remained on his mind even as an adult. Oh, all of the nights that he would spend on his bedroom, looking at dragon porn artwork on his computer with the blinds drawn as he masturbated like there was no tomorrow. He did it just last night, after arriving home from work.

This was a part of himself that Alan always made sure to keep hidden from who knew him, once he knew that it would cause most of people to be creeped out. I mean, wouldn’t you be creeped out if the guy who has a desk next to yours one day suddenly told you that his greatest fantasy was to fuck a dragon?

No, that was a personal aspect of his life that was his own business and nobody else’s, even because, it would never happen, because dragons weren’t real.

But they were now.

Now dragons existed, and they were all around him. In this coffee shop, in the streets outside, probably on his workplace, certainly on his neighborhood.

All of those beautiful, majestic, utterly desirable creatures were there all around him, waiting for him to make a move.

This was a paradise that he had always dreamed of.

However, it could be better.

Why couldn’t it? With the rulebook he could change the world even more. Make this paradise be one even better, at least for himself. That was a right that he had as the owner of the rulebook.

With this book, Alan could finally, finally live his deepest, dearest, most **** fantasy.