Back again, huh? Just couldn't wait to hear more about how a dragon wanted to fuck my prepubescent brains out, huh? Suppose I can't fault you; I know I just get fucking SOPPING just thinking about it. Fucking bastard dragon. Fucking hate how easily he got me to trust him only for him to use me like a tight little whore for years, but gods did he know how to use me. Not like some of these limp-dicked lizard-fuckers who couldn't penetrate their way out of a wet paper bag and would just cum at the sight of lizard pussy. But whatever. Anyway, where did I leave off... Oh that's right, I was just starting my sexual education with a dirty old dragon.

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So after having watched the dragon bathe himself as... thoroughly as he had, it did make me curious about parts of my own anatomy. So that night when I was cleaning myself in the tub, I took the opportunity to do a little.. exploring. I had never even thought twice about making sure I was clean down there beyond just making sure I was dry after peeing and just washing over my mound with a cloth during my baths. So while washing myself, I decided to use a finger to get the washcloth to slip into my vent, and hoo boy was that an interesting experience. The dragon was certainly right about it feeling /weird/. But it didn't hurt, and made me a little tingly all over.

Okay yeah no I was going to have to explore this sensation at a later time. When I actually had time. But for now, a few more wipes to get myself actually clean in there, finish wiping myself down and rinsing myself off, and get ready for bed. But of course, I now had other plans than sleep tonight. The dragon had planted the seed of curiosity in me, and it was taking root.

So once I was in bed, I spent probably a good hour with a finger in my snatch, trying to make sense of what was in there and why it felt the way it did. The first thing I noticed was a bump that felt REALLY weird if I touched it. There were also a couple spots that felt like it might have had a tiny hole? And another hole a bit further down that felt like it could take my entire finger. What was that even for? I couldn't really get my finger to go in comfortably, so I kind of stopped there. I didn't know that I wasn't supposed to be sticking things in there dry, and my body didn't know how to make it slick naturally yet.

So back to the weird bump. It definitely felt nice when I touched it. If I pushed on it it would feel REALLY weird for a second, and sometimes I could feel it pulse if I did. If I rubbed it then the feelings increased, almost to the point of overwhelming me. And if I kept rubbing it, it would eventually make my whole body feel weird and make me twitch. Kind of like how the dragon twitched when he was cleaning his penis. Did that mean I did have a penis, but it was stuck? Or did it grow larger as I got older? Oh man I had so many questions.

But now when I touched it it started to feel weird in a bad way. Not like in a shameful way, but more in a I don't want to be touched there anymore right now way. Well okay that was weird; it was feeling really good a moment ago. Ah well, I was tired anyway. I could sleep it off and ask about that later. But that raised an interesting question in itself. Who would I ask? 

The dragon said my bits weren't the same as his, so he may not know. But he seemed to know quite a bit all the same. I'd ask my mom, but the last time I asked her anything about my privates she just said she'd tell me when I was older. In fact that was the answer most adults had for things they didn't seem to want to talk about. It seemed like the dragon was the only one who was willing to talk about things. Sure he deflected a couple times, but he still answered my questions honestly eventually instead of getting mad at me.

The next day was still a little rainy, more a light drizzle than anything. The ground was still incredibly muddy due to last night's rain though. Despite that I made my way over to the dragon's bramble patch again, with him waiting for me patiently there. He thought I would make my way over again, and was glad to see he was right. He had me get on his back, and we were on our way to his cave again. Like last time I stripped down to nothing to play and romp in the mud without getting my clothes caked with the stuff, and we spent the morning play-wrestling. We wound up retreating to the lake, with my riding on his back completely naked, to get cleaned up since we were just absolutely coated in mud. Moreso than a simple tongue-bathing could fix.

We splashed around in the pond for a few minutes, getting all the mud washed off before climbing out. But before we made our way back to his cave, he mentioned that he had to go pee first, and he'd be back in a bit. Unless... He remembered I was a bit curious about where he peed from, so if I was still interested I could follow him behind the nearby bush and he'd show me? Otherwise I could wait here and he'd be back in a minute.

Admittedly I was curious, despite how gross it seemed. So I followed him, and was greeted with the sight of his flaccid penis pointed towards the ground. When he noticed me he said he thought I might show up, so he tried to hold off. But he wouldn't be able to wait much longer, so I'd have to be quick. He directed me to crouch down next to him, no a bit further up, bit closer.. not quite that close though, unless I WANTED him to pee on me. Okay, that should be good.  Now if I look at his tip, I'll see a small hole. That's called the urethra, and that's where the pee comes out. And so it did, quite a bit of it too. It was kind of impressive. Once he was finished peeing, his penis started to recede back into his slit. And that was basically it.

As he carried me back to his cave I asked him why I didn't have a penis if it was just for peeing? To which he just chuckled and said the penis was for more than just peeing. It was also used for making babies, or for when really close friends, like closer than best friends, wanted to play together. It was why it would sometimes come out if he was feeling particularly good, and why it felt really good when it was played with. But wait, hold on... how does it make babies? Does the boy pee the baby into the girl?

I got pretty damn indignant when the dragon outright laughed at my question. He at least apologized for laughing, but it apparently just caught him off-guard. He still needed a couple minutes to recover, then explained that pee wasn't the only thing to come from his penis. With enough stimulation a boy would spurt something called semen from his penis into a girl, and that combined with a girl's egg would make the baby. It was a little more involved than that of course, but that was the jist of it. It seemed a bit outrageous to me that multiple fluids could come from the same hole.

Once we got back to the cave the dragon proceeded to give me my customary tongue-bathing, laying on his side and pulling me up against him as his tongue gently but firmly ran over my body all over. As usual he was slow and methodical in his actions, ensuring his tongue did not miss a single spot. As usual I'd start squirming a bit when his tongue would hit my more sensitive areas like my chest, which he alway seemed to pay just a little more attention to. He'd always say it was because my wiggling around made it harder for him to clean me of course, but I was starting to reach a point where the only reason I'd squirm is because it felt funny.

This time however, when he reached my slit he didn't give the light cautious licks he normally did, as if he was just quickly getting it done to not upset me. He was giving it the same treatment he gave the rest of me, especially when he'd lick my chest. Not firm enough to slip inside my slit of course, but it still made me squirm quite a bit and feel funny all over. Like when I washed myself the night before, but not as intense. He stopped, asking me if I was alright. I told him I was, it was just making me feel a little funny inside. When asked if I wanted him to stop, I said no, he could keep bathing me if he wanted. I was a little disappointed when he resumed with my thighs though, and moving further away from my vent. I was kind of hoping he'd lick it again, but I wasn't sure if I should ask him to do that.

Once he finished with me, he started on himself, allowing me to watch again if I desired. There was no anatomy lesson this time though, just the quiet sounds of tongue rasping against scales as he worked his way down his body. Once again his penis was quite exposed, though by the time he reached it it was merely flaccid instead of half-receded into his slit. For some reason though, it didn't slide back into his slit as he proceeded with the rest of himself, nor did he make any effort to hide his penis from me. If anything, he seemed to keep it on display for me while working his hind legs, paws, and tail, putting himself in poses that would be considered provocative to an adult. I was so enraptured that I didn't even notice how often he kept stealing glances at my still very naked body as he cleaned. Nor did I realize that I was sitting in a way that exposed my snatch to him while I watched, the constant sight of it making him more and more aroused so his penis was slowly growing erect and dripping a clear fluid, instead of receding into his slit like last time.

I asked him about the dripping fluid, wondering if he was trying to hold in pee, which made him pause. It wasn't like when I asked him if pretending to be his daughter made him feel good; he was probably thinking quickly about how to explain the fluid in a way that would seem more enticing to a child without without being too blatant and scaring her away. It didn't take him more than a couple seconds to answer me, saying that it wasn't pee, but instead a fluid that his penis would dribble if it was feeling extremely good. It usually happened if he was making it feel good, but sometimes if he was around a really good friend it would happen too. He hoped he wasn't being too presumptuous in considering me a really good friend of his; most of his friends never visited him nearly as much as I did or for as long as I did, so he didn't really have many friends he could feel this good around.

I told him he was being silly; of course I didn't mind him considering me a really good friend of his. After all, he was pretty much my best friend at this point! He seemed genuinely happy to hear me say that, giving the tip of my nose a lick before returning to finishing cleaning his tail. While he worked, he said he was very glad, and certainly considered me to be one of his best friends too.

I had to ask him though, if the fluid wasn't pee, then was it semen? And didn't that only come out if he was trying to make babies? To which he chuckled and said no, since he wasn't trying to make babies it couldn't be semen. It would be inappropriate for him to try to make babies with me after all; that was something only mated dragons did. Or rather he supposes, married lizardfolk did. So okay, I was willing to accept that. But if it wasn't semen, then what was it, and what did semen look like?

The fluid, he said while finishing the last licks on his tail, was called cowper's fluid. A bit of a silly term, but that's what it was. Semen on the other claw, was a kind of thick and sticky fluid that was sort of whitish in color. It had a bunch of tiny tiny things inside it called sperm, which was what put the baby in a girl's egg. Of course, that could only happen if he going to put a baby into his mate. Otherwise he could spurt something similar called an emission that looked the same, but would be free of sperm. It couldn't put a baby into anyone. [Yes of COURSE I know NOW he's full of shit, but I was too young and naive to realize semen and emissions were the same fucking thing. Did you really expect a sheltered little girl to know such things?] If I was curious, he could show me what it looked like; he could get an emission to come out while he cleaned himself if I wanted. It wouldn't take too long. Either way, he needed to clean his penis; if he didn't clean up the cowper's fluid now it'll make dirt stick to his penis far more easily. I had until he was done to decide.

Of course I was curious! It still seemed wierd to me that boys could emit so many different fluids from their penis, and though it was still very much an 'ew' thing to think of, I just HAD to know what it looked like. I let him know, and he proceeded to roll onto his back, his dick already rock hard and throbbing from the few minutes of licking he already got in. Little did I know he was already very close to cumming. But rather than suck himself off in a not so secret manner this time, he chose to just use his claws to brazenly jerk himself off in full view of me. He let me get closer to him, but told me not to get too close.

After only a few strokes, he seemed to grimace, hissing softly as his penis spurted several white globs of "emission" all over his belly and chest. It really stood out against the ruby red scales. I was surprised at how thick it was compared to pee. I asked him if that was uncomfortable; it looked like it hurt to push out something so thick. He simply chuckled and said no; it's a very intense feeling, but it actually feels very good to do so. In fact, if it did hurt then he would certainly not let really close friends play with it! Of course, once he did release an emission he wouldn't be able to let friends play with it for a little bit afterwards; it got too sensitive to touch.

Oh! So kind of like when I was rubbing my bump and I had to stop when it made me feel funny all over and became very uncomfortable to touch again. He seemed a bit surprised when I admitted to that; he probably wasn't expecting me to be masturbating so soon. Not that I was aware that that was what I was doing last night. But yes, he assumed it was probably similar. Was it the bump that was just inside my slit? It was? Then yes, it was indeed very similar. It should start feeling good to touch again after a while.

I may not make an emission like he did of course, but eventually my body would start making something similar when I had the good feelings flood my body like that. In fact, there may come a time when my body would start leaking something very similar to cowper's fluid in response to feeling really good, especially around or when thinking about a really close friend. Just because I wasn't doing it yet didn't mean I wasn't enjoying myself of course, my body was still developing and needed more time to start making the fluids.

He needed to finish cleaning himself, especially before the emissions dried on his scales, but if I had any more questions I was more than welcome to ask him. I did of course, but I decided to wait until he was finished, watching him lick up his own cum off his chest and belly, before cleaning off his mostly flaccid penis, his legs twitching ever so slightly as his tongue ran over the tip a couple times. Once he was finished, he rolled back onto his side, his penis flopping downward as it slowly retracted back into his slit.

I asked him if it was gross to lick up his emissions; it kind of reminded me of the time I tried to lick a raw egg. I did not like how it felt on my tongue. He said it wasn't at all like licking a raw egg, but it probably depended. He didn't mind it; in fact it tasted quite good to him, and a lot of folks seemed to enjoy licking up each others' fluids. I asked if that also included pee with a grimace, to which he replied some do with a chuckle, getting a vehement "EW" out of me (which made him laugh, agreeing with me that it was quite gross to drink!) He certainly wouldn't do it himself, but he did have a friend or two who liked when he peed on them. It was weird, but apparently it felt nice. Absolutely required a wash afterward though. Don't need that stink lingering on the scales.

We talked and snuggled for a while after that, and it was very nice feeling his warm smooth scales against my naked body. Between that and the sound of the rain softly falling outside I think I must have fallen asleep, because next thing I know I'm being gently nudged awake a couple of hours later by the dragon, as it was almost time to go. I asked him crankily why he didn't wake me sooner, I was hoping to play some more with him before I had to leave. He just smiled warmly and said he was sorry, but I just looked so peaceful he couldn't bare to disturb me until he absolutely had to. (Given how much time he had it wouldn't shock me if he was doing more than watch me sleep. I doubt he did anything TO me, but that fucking pervert probably had his eyes glued to me while he sucked himself off or something.)

He'd be more than happy to make it up to me next time however. He'd do whatever I wanted with me all day long! But I need to hurry and dress before my parents started worrying about me. It wouldn't do to have them start looking for me and get both of us in trouble when they found out I was with a "big mean dragon." So I got my clothes on, he carried me back to the glade and over the briar patch, and we said our goodbyes before I headed on home. It would be a couple days before I would see him again, as my parents would end up getting a surprise visit from an aunt who would stay the night. Naturally I wasn't going to be allowed to run off, and had to endure being a "normal" and "good" little girl in her frilly dress. I hated every second of it, and couldn't /wait/ to be able to escape away to my friend who was more than happy to be as free and myself as I wanted to be.

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Ugh, time again? I'd say time flies when you're having fun, but there's nothing fun about this. Whatever. Go fill in your notes about how crazy I am. I need to take a wicked piss anyway. Maybe rub a couple more out; you know how horny I get reliving my past traumas with a stranger. Yeah, sure, 'sarcasm'. Whatever gets you off at night.