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Requiem for a Dragon	By : cartoon_romanceXXX Category: +1 through F > American Dragon: Jake Long Views: 9397 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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With a thump Haley unceremoniously let her school satchel fall to the floor and collapsed face down onto her bed, today had not been a good day.
Things had started off pleasantly enough, by getting up late she didn't have to race Jake for the shower. Not that she minded this you understand, in fact she quite enjoyed their fun little rivalry in the mornings but considering her heightened sexual state Haley was quite relieved at not having him see her.
The shower had been...interesting. She had been quite unprepared for just how sensitive her skin still was from her first exploration into masturbation a few minutes before. Her nipples above her flat, non-existent, breasts had developed a slight firmness to them too. Washing herself, Haley had not been able to resit touching them. She had sighed deeply at the the faint twinge of pleasure that had spread over her chest like a static charge. Her keen awareness of her acute lack of time prevented her however from getting carried away.
While drying off she had once again herd a yell from her mother, this time also joined by her farther, imploring her to come down right away or she'd miss breakfast. Unbeknownst to her at the time however her mother Susan had asked Jake to go up and check on her. She'd have gone herself were she not preoccupied trying to juggle finishing her breakfast and taking an important work related phone call. Thus events had been set in motion for the first really bad thing to happen that day.
Lying on the bed Haley wished it would transform into some magical bed monster and just swallow her up. The thought of being slowly digested inside a mattress stomach was preferable to another day like the one she'd had. Yes, she thought coldly, it was after I got out of the shower that everything just went to shit.
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Already fairly sure that even if she hurried she would still miss breakfast Haley's mind was becoming consumed by a deep fear that if she did not really get a move on she'd be tardy. Her mind recoiled at the thought and with reckless abandon she threw open the door, charged down the hallway and ran strait into Jake.
Had there been any time to react, heck if he'd even mentally prepared himself as he did when he went into battle, then without question Jake would have been able to leap to the side or braced himself, dropping his muscular arms down to grip her shoulders and stopping her dead in her tracks. As it was though Jake lost his balance from the unexpected collision with both him and Haley tumbling to the floor in an undignified tangle of limbs.
It took a second or two for either of them to adjust to the reality of their situation. If the towel Haley had hastily thrown round herself before charging out of the bathroom had remained securely on her then it might have been possible for them to of disengaged from each other with only a minimum amount of awkwardness. Unfortunately, the collision having wrenched it from her, meant that her naked body was now firmly pressed on top of Jake. To be more specific, Haley's right nipple was now resting firmly on Jake's mouth.
Had this happened a few weeks ago before Haley had started having these dreams she would have, after an appropriate scream, reared back and gabbed her fallen towel before dashing to her room. Instead her entire body went numb and every fiber of her being focused on the tactile sensation of Jake's lips touching her nipple and the surrounding skin. As a couple of seconds ticked Jake realized that Haley was not in fact not moving for some reason. Being unable to see his little sister in any kind of sexual way he was simply unable to comprehend the kind of sensations he was inspiring in her. His mind therefore fell back on the notion that maybe she was hurt, perhaps she had hit her head? It therefore seemed quite natural to him that he would ask if she was okay, his fraternal, elderly brother, instincts kicking in. Given their situation however, the effect of him opening his mouth to speak was that her nipple slid into his mouth, coming in contact with his moving lips and tongue that, in the act of trying to form words, were rubbing against it in a stimulating way.
It was more than Haley could stand, it didn't push her completely over the edge but being so worked up already that morning meant she was unable to stop herself and let out a deep, sensual moan. It was this that finally hammered home to the dim witted boy exactly what was happening. His eyes widened in shock at hearing the sound from the mouth of an 8-year old girl that, as far as society was concerned, no one, lest of all their brother, should be hearing them make.
Finally being spurned into action Jake pushed his sister off of him and back peddled on his hands to slump again the wall, "Haley what the Hell?" He exclaimed. Their eyes met, a mixture of embarrassment and unabashed sexual desire radiating from hers while his showed only agonized confusion. Reacting to Jake's words and the emotions it conveyed Haley began to well up and in the next second she was on her feet, running to her room. On reaching it she slammed the door behind her and dropped down onto her knees, sobbing relentlessly into her hands. Raising slowly to his feet the stunned boy glanced at Haley's door, taking one tentative step towards it before lowering his head and shuffling back towards the stairs.
"Well?" Susan queried to her son, putting her palm over the receiver.
"She'll be down in a minute" Jake mumbled, his eyes downcast.
"Jake is everything okay?" His mother asked, forgetting her call for the the moment as she took in her son's odd demeanor.
"It's fine, everything's fine!" Jake exclaimed rather irritably. Moving his head to the side of his copy of The New Yorker and raising an eyebrow at his son's raised voice Johnathan was about to confront him when Jake blurted out, "I'm heading to school, laters" bolting out the front door. A frown crossed his face as Jonathan turned to his wife, not surprised to see one sketched on her features as well. She told the person on the line to give her a second as a mutual understanding formed between then. Susan and Jonathan both turned to the door without a second thought but just as they were about to rise Haley appeared in the doorway smiling sweetly.
"Good morning mum, good morning dad" Haley said, "I'm sorry if my sleeping in concerned you and thank you for sending Jake up to check on me, that was very considerate" she then flashed her parents a big smile showing off her pearly whites. Sighing in relief Susan and Johnathan were content that whatever may be going on with their son, they could rest assured that it had nothing to do with their perfect little girl.
"That's okay pumpkin" Jonathan began, "but we're going to have to leave now for me get you to school on time."
"I don't want Haley leaving without having something to eat first," said Susan.
"It's okay" Haley said reaching for the well stocked fruit bowl and taking out an apple, pear and banana. "Three of my five a day" she giggled before throwing all three of them up into the air, and calling out "dragon up!" Whereby she transformed into her familiar pink dragon form before flying up to take both the pear and apple in her mouth whole while she expertly shredded the skin from the banana using her dragon claw and then devouring the soft fruit inside. While he has seen his children transform plenty of times over the past year since learning the family secret, as it liked to call it, it still always left Jonathon a little stunned.
"Al-rightly then" he said after blinking a few times and once Haley had transformed back into her human form the two of them, after a quick kiss goodbye to Susan where they took a cheek each, headed out the door.
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Back in the present, the act of reliving the events of that morning had caused her to wrap herself up in her covers like a giant, human sized, caterpillar. There is no Haley, she thought as she desperately tried to escape reality, I am a larvae of the order Lepidopetrea and my life consists of eating leaves all day. While she wriggled over to her pillow in her new mock caterpillar form and began to absentmindedly chew on it she reflected on the fact that, while the rest of day was by no means good, it was a walk in park compared to the humiliation with Jake in the morning.
The problem had been how, understandably, distracted she'd been. Time and again Haley's mind had wondered, contemplating with utter dread the reputations of what had happened that morning and how it was going to affect her relationship with Jake, would he think she was some sick freak? Would he hate her? Then in the very next moment she became lost in the memories of just how unbelievably good it felt to have Jake's lips and tongue rubbing her breast and nipple, how in the moment she'd wanted to just grab his head and force it even deeper into his mouth.
On more than one occasion Mrs Birch had asked Haley if she was okay, growing increasingly concerned by not just her inabulity to concentrate on lessons, which was already so uncharacteristic of her star pupil, but the continual alternating of looks on Haley's face that went from traumatic terror to what looked to Mrs Birch, if she did not know better, like intense sexual desire.
Things only gotten worse when in their literature hour Haley had been asked to read a passage from Romeo and Juliet. An advanced play to be sure but well within the abilities of her class given the advanced nature of the school.
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Haley cleared her a throat with a light cough that she then politely excused herself for and started to read the lines of Juliet i nthe play she had been instructed to,
"Spread thy close curtain, love-performing night, That runaway's eyes may wink and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalked of and unseen." Already she was starting to blush, she already knew the play well enough, heck she'd had the whole thing memorized and read four different books with varying interpretations a week ago when they first started looking at it, to know what these lines were about, she continued, "Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties, or, if love be blind, It best agrees with night. Come, civil night, Thou sober-suited matron all in black, And learn me how to lose a winning match, Play'd for a pair of stainless maidenhoods." By now her cheeks were as red as the Chinese flag, this was about sex, or to be more specific Juliet looking forward to, if now downright craving sex with Romeo on their weeding night. It occurred to her that the school authorities must have assumed that, given the abstract and metaphorical allusions to such activities in the play, no student would be affected by it in this way. The thought gave her little comfort as she continued, her voice started to break and stutter, "H-H...ood...my un...manned b-b-b-b-blood, ba-ting in...my...cheeks, With...thy bla-a-a-ck man-tle till...strange l-l-l-l-o-ve grown....bold,"
"I think that will be quite enough Miss Long," Mrs Birch interrupted Haley before she could finish, "Thank you for you very," she struggled to find the right word as she glanced around at the other students, most were staring wide eyed at Haley while Olivia Mears and a few of her close friends were snickering, "'expressive' reading of the text. You," she paused taking a slight gulp, "clearly, have a very firm grasp of the play's subtext." By now Haley had slid down in her chair and was attempting to hide her flushed face behind her copy of the play. "Lets move on to art class and re-visit Romeo and Juliet tomorrow."
"But Mrs Birch," said a smirking Olivia, "we still have 10-minutes of literature hour left and I would love ever so much to hear some more of Haley's reading, She must have been contemplating the subtext 'really hard' to do a reading like that." With that she smugly glanced towards Haley who, no longer satisfied with hiding behind the play had slid down so low she was now partly under the deck.
***
It had been like that all day, one embarrassment after another. From being noticed running her fingertips sensually over a shirtless picture of a topless Spartan warrior in one of the art books that she was imagining was Jake at the time, to accidentally saying 'cock' instead of 'cook' when addressing the class during Home EC.
At the end of the day Mrs bitch ended up having a very serious talk with her, she would of been angry had she not clearly been able to see how distressed Haley was so that she believed none of these actions had been on purpose.
The one silver lining of the day was that Jake had not been there waiting for her when she got home, all eager to talk about what happened. It's not that she did not recognize that it heeded to happen, they lived under the same roof for Christ's sake, it was simply that she was not ready.
Pealing back the covers around her she shedded her caterpillar form and rose up on her keens. Smiling to herself she pooped her dragon wings into existence and gently flapping them elevated her form about a foot off the bed. The whole thing has not just been the childish indulgences of imagination of an 8-year old girl, although not consciously aware of it, on some level she was attempting to express the fact that the events of that morning, her sexual awakening, really had changed her emotionally that, in a metaphorical sense, had been just as dramatic as a caterpillars transformation into a butterfly.
Coming back down to rest on her bed she resolved that she would talk to Jake tomorrow, if she tried to do it tonight after the roller coaster of the day she'd had already she did not know if she'd be able to handle it.
Haley smiled, tomorrow, everything would be settled tomorrow. She would apologize for acting weird and everything would be cool between them. Stretching out on the bed she sighed contently, he's a 15-year old boy, his hormones are raging, he'd understand what it's like to feel sexually frustrated.
She chuckled at the thought of his adolescent awkwardness coming over him in the face of her extremely detailed biological explanation using every scientifically correct would she could think of to describe the mechanics of sexual arousal while remaining happy and chipper. The thought of her normally cocky and cool, even if deep down he was a bit of a dork but just too shy to admit it, looking cute and adorable with his reddened face, fidgeting ,while trying to burn a hole in the floor send a warming sensation across her body, although concentrating in a certain, lower region.
Well since I'm already lying on the bed, she thought to herself, her right hand moving to the top of her school skirt to gain entrance. With the precision focus of her gifted mind she recalled the events of the morning, her heart rate increasing as her hand slid under the rim of her skirt and began to lightly caress her tiny mound through her underwear. "God I really needed this" she whispered to herself, her eyes closing and her tongue flapping out the side of her mouth as she sloshed it around the outside of her lips.
All the built up tension from the day was finally dissipating, but what really surprised her was just how wet she was getting. It had only been half a minute and already she could feel her underwear getting damp. She knew what her body was craving, what she needed and shuddered at the anticipation.
Reaching around with her left hand so she she did not have to stop rubbing herself with the other, she yanked her underwear down to her knees with a single hard tug, her right hand making contact with her moist vagina a second later. It felt so much better to touch it directly. She extended her pinky, it being her first time trying to penetrate herself she wanted to start small in case it hurt, she started to coat it with her emerging juices rubbing it back and fourth along the outside her of her slit.
This in itself was already pushing her close to the edge, she had never been this close to an orgasm before and in her mind she was visualizing Jake rubbing his penis up and down the outside of her moist folds rather than her finger. Her little finger hovered at the entrance, she took a deep breath, the sexual image of Jake briefly disappearing to be replaced with the gentle, tender, Jake from her dream, telling her he loved her. "I love you Jake" she again whispered, slight tears forming in the corner of her eyes and she started to pus-
"HALEY COME DOWN STAIRS IT'S TIME FOR DINNER!" Her eyes snapped open, not again, she screamed internally, not again! With genuine snarl of rage her hands flew to her sides and with a pink flash of light and smoke transformed in her dragon ones with which she proceeded to claw at the quilt beneath, tearing large chunks of it which released the feathers inside it with them flying up into the air before falling down on her like snowflakes.
How could I have forgotten about dinner? Haley mussed to herself as she finally started to calm down, had she really thought she could just stay in her room until tomorrow? She guessed so, after all she planned to talk to Jake tomorrow and to avoid any complications she has assumed she'd be above to avoid him until then. But no, fate had other plans it seemed, assuming he was here, which after second of morphing her ear into dragon form she knew for certain he was, being able to hear his voice all the way downstairs, she'd be seeing him in just a few minutes.
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