Mr. Kobayashi's Dragon Maid

Warning: This fanfiction is a smut. If you're uncomfortable with frequent sexual themes and detailed lemon scenes, you may stop reading at any time. If this is your kind of thing, then strap in and prepare for a semi-genderbent version of Miss Kobayashi's Dragon Maid.

Cover art done by me.

Story and concept by me and Night.

Chapter 2: The Reel World

I sat there, staring at Tohru after recalling the events of the previous night.

"Oh god... we didn't...?" I didn't want to believe it. I didn't have sex with a dragon. That sort of thing only happens in movies or fanfictions.

"I-I don't think we did... but, if you want to do it for real this time..." Tohru giggled and held her arms forward, causing her breasts to push together. Noticing that I was nervous, she laughed. "I'm only kidding, Mr. Kobayashi! Ahaha!"

"I doubt that..."

"Aw, come on! It wouldn't hurt to laugh once in a while."

"Yeah." And I'm sure it doesn't hurt to have a crazy dream every once in a while. "So explain to me why you're here?"

"Well... how should I put this... a long time ago, my mother-"

"No, no, no. No. Stop with that overused response. Why are you, a dragon, a mythical creature, mind you, in this world?"

"Well I thought you would have remembered from last night. I escaped from battle with that sword in me. That magic sword was created by the gods, and was made to drain chaotic energy. I happen to be a dragon of the chaotic faction in my world, which opposes the lawful faction. The chaotic faction opposes humans, who take the side of lawfulness." Tohru smiled, but that smile disappeared when she saw the look of terror on my face.

"You... you're one of the bad guys, then...? What do you plan to do to this world...? Eradicate all the humans?"

"Oh, nonono! Before you saved me, I was convinced that humans were horrible beings, raised to hate them to the core. But..." Tohru smiled softly and looked down into her cup of water. "... after you saved my life, I thought about why a lowly human would try to save my life. I then realized that you must be an exception, and therefore I'm forever indebted to you. So I won't eradicate all the humans, no." I sighed in relief to her response and took a sip of water. "I made a last ditch effort to escape the battle by opening a portal with an unknown destination. That's what brought me here, to this place. I feared dying alone in this unknown world, but now that I'm no longer faced with the reality of meeting my end, I realize something else. This world is far more populated and developed than mine, and I have virtually nowhere to stay." She looked at me hopefully, and I knew what she was implying. I didn't say anything, but I was weighing my options.

I could let her stay, or... I could also not let her stay.

On one hand, I felt kind of sorry for her, and wanted to give her a place to live for a bit before setting out again. I wouldn't mind if it was a few days or a few weeks, but if she planned on staying here, as in living with me, I couldn't bring myself to say "yes". But, I couldn't bring myself to say "no", either. I'd feel bad about making her leave straight up, but then I thought about it. Clearly this must be a dream, and perhaps I'd seen a movie or anime about this sort of thing happening and the dream was simply replaying the memory like a movie reel.

"You know, you could stay here for a few days if you'd like." Again, Tohru's face lit up.

"You mean that...? Oh, gosh! I'm already indebted to you... I don't know how I could make it up to you..."

I glanced at the clock. Seven minutes before I had to get to work, it said. Basically, that meant that I had a bit more time before my alarm went off in the real world. I swear, I had the weirdest dreams sometimes. But... then again... something about this seemed off. Lucid dreams were few and far in between, and this dream was incredibly vivid. Yet, the fact that a dragon waifu was now sitting in my apartment as if she was hit by the Japanizing Beam... was more than just off. Stuff like this only happens in anime. Therefore, I had to test something out.

"Say, Tohru. Could you do me a favor?"

"Yes, Mr. Kobayashi?" she replied sweetly with a smile.

"Could you go into my kitchen and get me a fork?" Forgive me, for my actions will efface that gleaming smile.

"Yes sir!" Tohru rose up to retrieve said fork from my half-kitchen. With how small it was, you could barely call it one.

"Forks are in the third drawer over. Yes, that'll do. Thank you." Tohru returned with a silver fork, which I promptly thrusted into my hand.

"Mr. Kobayashi...!" Tohru leaned over, putting an arm around my back, and holding my now bleeding hand. "Oh goodness, why did you do that? I'll go get something to clean this up..." I sat there staring straight ahead, blinking. It... hurt. I was harmed in a dream. I could feel it, which meant that none of this was some "lucid dream"; I wasn't asleep. If anything, by now I was roaringly awake. I gripped my hand, gritting my teeth as I tried to endure the searing pain. Tohru returned with an adhesive bandage and some alcohol wipes and began to treat my wound.

"What were you thinking, Mr. Kobayashi? That this was some kind of dream and you would somehow wake up?" Gee, I was just thinking that.

"If we're being-aish!- if we're being serious here, I'm still skeptical to whether this is all real."

Tohru looked at me, seemingly angry pouting. "If this were a dream, you wouldn't be able to feel my hand! You wouldn't be able to feel the sting! You wouldn't-" she grabbed my hand and kissed the wound, "-be able to feel this either!" Christ, she's acting she's my mom.

"Alright, alright already. I'm convinced that I'm awake. And yes, that fork experiment was a test to see if I was sleeping or not. I'm sure that I'm awake now, but that doesn't explain why a fff...rickin' dragon is in my apartment! That alone raises some doubt to whether I'm still asleep. That or I'm... dead. I'm sure the latter is false, but dragons can't possibly be... y'know. Real." But then again... I was most certainly awake now (a conclusion that shouldn't have taken an unnecessary 500 words to type out, and a simple "I feel awake, therefore I must be" would have sufficed), and if this was reality, then I would have to rethink everything I knew about fantasy and reality. As far as I was concerned, this was sort of like an isekai for Tohru; stranded in an unfamiliar world, shows up to my doorstep and expects me to let her live here? I didn't know anything about this dragon chick, save for her name and the fact that I supposedly saved her life. Again, it was as if I was living in a movie, except my life is the bloopers.

Speaking of movies, I harkened back to the scene from The Matrix where real-world Neo re-enters the Matrix for the first time, where Morpheus says to him, "What is real? How do you define 'real'?" to which he explains, "If you're talking about what you can feel, what you can smell, taste, and see, then 'real' is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain." Briefly recalling the lore and the premise of the movie, I shuddered. If it turned out that that was my reality, then I... I wouldn't know what to do. I certainly couldn't live with that fact. I couldn't bear the thought of me living the "brain in a vat" philosophy experiment. The thought made me so uncomfortable that I desperately attempted to avert my focus elsewhere, finally settling on the clock-

The seven minutes had turned into three minutes. Four minutes comprised of jamming a fork into my left hand, effectively turning my hand into Old Faithful, followed by Tohru cleaning up my wound with whatever she found in my medicine cabinet, and sealing the wound with a large band-aid. Not only was I late for work, I was pretty much fired. This, in turn, caused me to look back at Tohru, who cocked her head curiously.

"Tohru, you flew me back home last night, if I'm not mistaken."

"I did, yes."

"And how fast can you fly?"

"Well normally, I can fly speeds up to 725 kilometers per hour (or about 450 miles per hour), but if I'm in a hurry, I can go much faster than that."

"Well good, because there's a little issue. I'm not a dragon, you see, so therefore I can't fly. I can run, but only about 25 km/h (about 15 mph). I work in an office building quite a ways from here, and running wouldn't get me there in time. If I don't get to work on time, my boss will most likely fire me."

Tohru smiled. "You know, a simple 'can you fly me to work' would have sufficed. Absolutely, I will!" At this, she ran toward the hallway, beckoning to me. Opening the door, she pulled me out of my apartment and into the morning sky, transforming into her dragon form. Those were words I never thought I'd use in a sentence, because it sounds like something straight out of a fanfiction.

"GYUUHHH! HOLY SHIIIIIIIIIIIIT...!" At the time, I'd listened to Tohru tell me that she could fly at around 725 km/h, but didn't think anything of it until the features of my face started deforming like the scene from Raiders of the Lost Ark. I didn't think I'd be riding Tohru to work after this. That is, if I made it out of this god forsaken wind turbine alive.

"T-this... has to... be the... worst! Form of... transpor... tation! I've... ever taken...!" I managed to say aloud. Not that she would be able to hear me. It wasn't only face-rippingly windy, it was cold (even with a coat) and Tohru's back being made of weapon-resistant, armory scales didn't exactly make for the best cushioning on my poor aching glutes. The longer I sat on her back, the more I wondered how the hell that sword was able to penetrate her iron... steel... corundum... diamond... impossibly hard, tough scales.

God help me. I thought for the duration of the ride.

Needless to say, I made it to work with hardly a minute to spare. Before I went in, I made sure to tell Tohru that she could stay at my place for the time being until I came up with a more permanent situation. Clocking in, I walked to my desk and began to work. Takiya-san glanced over quickly, returning her eyes to her screen, only to do a double take and stare at me. With good reason, too; I was a mess. The glasses on my face sat at a crooked angle, hardly on my face at all. My face sat comically drooped, hair wildly blown back, with the right half flopped down onto my face, and my tie partially undone, resting over my left shoulder. My tongue was still incredibly dry, and my eyes felt like dried up wells. Takiya sat there, mouth agape as I sat down, settled in, inhaled deeply, then exhaled deeply.

"Goodness, Seiji! What happened to you? Or do you not want to talk about it...?" I shook my head, and she nodded in understanding. "Whatever it was, I hope you're doing alright." Maori was always considerate of those kinds of things.

Takiya Maori was my longtime coworker at our company. Since we had grown so close together, we often went out for drinks after work. Now, remember in the beginning of the first chapter, how I said that I don't like dating? Of all the women that I wouldn't date, Maori is no exception to that list. Look, she's a nice girl and all... short but beautiful, smart and has a unique sense of humor, she's been my coworker and good friend for almost 6 years at this point, but that's really all she is; she's just a friend. At first glance, this polite, kindhearted girl may not seem like it, but...

GODDAMN DOES SHE DRINK! She is the Cana Alberona of my life. For those of you who don't know or watch Fairy Tail, it was an anime that ended a few years ago (although the manga ended two years before). Cana, yadda yadda booze, yadda yadda alcohol, piece it together. Look it up if you don't know what it is. Now take Cana's alcoholism, subtract 5, add 2 and then add 3, and you have Takiya-san. Because she's older than me, I like to joke around and call her my Drunken Master, as a nod to that weird Jackie Chan movie "The Legend of Drunken Master". This one time at some Asian BBQ place down the street, she became so roaringly drunk that she removed her shoes in the restaurant, climbed up on the table, and tried to recreate the scene where Chan gets pushed onto the bed of flaming coals.

I'll spare you the details of what happened, but we...'re not allowed in that restaurant anymore, needless to say.

Her alcoholic tendencies alone wouldn't be such a problem, if it weren't for her alter ego when drinking. She's mostly shy and reserved, but give her a few shots of sake and her personality does a whole 180. Christ, maybe it even does a 360... wait, but on a unit circle, wouldn't that just be 0 again...? Something like that... I'm in front of a computer, I can just look it up when I have free time... (or when my boss is done yelling at me to do something that I'm already doing.)

sigh... Today's gonna be a long day...

XXX

He.

Said.

I.

Could.

STAY!

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!~" I could barely contain my excitement...! Mr. Kobayashi said I COULD STAY OMGOMGOMG! The second I reentered his apartment, I released a squeal, and then a pillow-muffled scream of delight as I dived face-first through a door and onto a bed. Until the excitement died down, I didn't realize what room I was in, what bed I dived into, what pillow soundproofed my high-pitched cries of happiness. It was only upon ceasing my delighted shrieks that I found myself in Mr. Kobayashi's room, his lingering aroma embraced by my every sense...

Ahh, Mr. Kobayashi... I thought, stretching myself out on his bed. I'm forever indebted to you... you saved my life... I never thought I'd say this about a human, but I...

Mr. Kobayashi, I...

I... I l-lo...

I... l-love... you...

I love you... Mr. Kobayashi...

He saved my life...

I love you, and I'll do anything for you...

I'm forever grateful...

... anything for you...

He... saved my life... a-and he... was the first human to ever... t-touch me...

... ehehe...~

... d-down... there...

... just for you...

He t-touched... he... he licked m-me...

...ONLY for you...

I wanted to do it... with him.

... ahahaha...!

Only him.

I'm yours!~~

I want him so bad...

I needed to try something. Back in my realm, this wasn't a thing. Reproduction between species was more of a ritual and less recreational. It was still pleasurable, but it was only done as a necessity rather than because it felt good. Survival was more of a priority than anything. After that night, however, I realized what humans found so appealing in such sexual acts. Initially, I only planned on allowing Mr. Kobayashi to mate with me in case I were to eventually die from any lingering magic side effects from the god claymore, but upon being pleasured for the first time in my human form, I began to understand (and almost crave) this... "mating-pleasure". I discovered that in my human form, this was not only far more pleasurable in my human form than in my dragon form, but much easier to achieve.

"Oooo, f-fuckk...~" I turned over onto my back, spreading my legs. Thinking about Mr. Kobayashi caused my body to shake, and I felt some liquid release below...

"Mmm, Mr. Kobayashi, look~ I'm all wet and horny for you..." I said to an imaginary Kobayashi. My "panties" were completely soaked (in reality, all of my clothes are just my scales that I transfigure and I can remove them like normal clothes, but must put them back on before returning to my normal form). I reached under my maid dress and slid them off, then started rubbing my small fingers over my dripping snatch. Soon however, the fingertips of my little white gloves began to absorb my juices. I didn't want to soil them like I did with my panties, so I quickly removed them and returned to circling my fingers on my clit. Upon a jolt of pleasure, I threw my head back as an excited gasp escaped my lips.

I recalled the events of the previous night as best as I could... though some parts were a bit foggy, I recalled the licking he gave me... his smooth, yet rough in some parts tongue hit all the right spots on my slit, goodness yes. In a desperate attempt, I tried recreating that same feeling with my fingers, slowly working them against my tender pussy lips. As I began to get used to the feeling after a little while of lying face up on the bed with my legs bent and wide open, panting heavily, I craved the need to go a bit faster.

"Ahhn... haahhn... M-Mr. Kobay-yashi... ahnn~" My fingers danced in fluid motion, transitioning from a slow waltz to a more upbeat swing tempo. Once I grew tired of the same music, I graduated to a more rocking, rolling pace, inserting my fingers into my sopping folds, unleashing a long pent-up moan of ecstasy as I fantasized Mr. Kobayashi inserting his big cock into my desperate, longing pussy. And with every motion, every stroke and every pump of my hand, my digits, I could feel him penetrating deeper and harder, faster and faster, defiling my dirty dragon cunt with his filthy human... long, hard, throbbing, thick, meaty member...~ Every flick of my fingers, every movement of my hand brought me even closer to the edge... stimulating my slutty slit, I could sense the tense tightening of my twat, tight like a knot. Savage, barbaric, my digits became a blur, gone berserk as the power began to push past its peak, until...!

"FUCK, MR. KOBAYASHI I'M CUMMING!" I screamed under a pillow. Moving my hand up a little caused my fingers to dig into my g-spot more, I felt myself come to a climax. Liquids sprayed and squirted out from my clit onto his bed and the covers. I bucked my hips in pleasure as the final wave of pleasure died down, and I sat up and gazed across the soaking wet, come-stained bedsheets. I lay still for what seemed like an hour, until my breath returned to normal. Glancing over at his clock, I internally panicked. I didn't know what time Mr. Kobayashi would be finished working, and I didn't want him to see me in this situation. Then I'd have some explaining to do...

"Oh... I had better clean this up before he comes back..."

Confront, a short post-story by me.
T - What are you doing?
B - Gah-howwww the fuq did you end up in my room...
T - I'm a dragon with magical powers, dummy.
B - That doesn't explain why you, an anime character, is in the real world.
T - I thought I'd address some things about my series, that's all. Since you're the author of this story, I had some things to ask.
B - Very well, ask away.
T - Well first of all, the whole genderbend thing kind of defeats the whole purpose of the original story, doesn't it?
B - Well, I mean... not really...? I'm really just writing this for myself...
T - You're posting it online, though? Are you anti-LGBT or something?
B - What...? How the hell did you get that from-
T - You made Miss Kobayashi the opposite gender, but you didn't make me male. What about Kanna? Are you going to make her male? What are you going to do about Fafnir-san? How about Lucoa?
B - Wait, wha-
T - And while I was masturbating, how was I supposed to know these terms if I'm from a world where masturbation isn't a thing? How did I know how to do it at all?
B - Okay hold on, time out for a sec. That's too many questions at once. You knew these terms because the story is told in the future, after all this happened. While you couldn't describe it at the time, you looked up porn later and started studying it to gain a better understanding of anatomy and sex, which in turn allowed you to be able to describe the sensations that you were new to. About not making you the opposite gender, that doesn't mean that I'm homophobic or anti-LGBTQ or whatever. I have no problem with gay or lesbian couples, it's just that I wanted to rewrite the story in my own style. As for Kanna or the others, I can't say anything, otherwise I'd be spoiling it. I'm only writing this because I thought it'd be interesting, and I wanted to put my own twist on the story. This has nothing to do with your universe, nor will it affect you in any way.
T - Fine, but I still have some more questions.
B - Oh, gimme a break...

TBC...