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Unleashing the Beast Within

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Unleashing the Beast Within

Alright, alright. Can I please do this in peace and quiet now? Thank you.

Sorry. That was my human helper who was just leaving after setting the computer for my use.

“Why can’t you set it up yourself Mister Narrator?” you may ask.

Well, I no longer have human hands that would be able to deftly move and actually would be able to fit in all the nooks and crannies needed when setting up the computer. You see, my former human name was Christopher Lanigan. My name now…well, you’ll find out as I show/tell you my story.

“Former human name?” you may ask yet again since your feeble human mind can barely process what I’m telling you. I’ll be honest; I could barely comprehend what happened myself. That is until my new mind and new instincts took over.

You see, I’m a dragon now, using a computer that is hooked up to my head and reading my thoughts; making images and words appear before me since my talons and paws prevent me from typing like when I was human. Also, I no longer speak human. I can understand it—thankfully—but I can only speak in grunts and growls like the dragons of old. Whenever a human—or anyone else for that matter since there are not just humans around anymore—they hook me up to this computer that acts as my voice. Technology. Sometimes you got to love, yet, at the same time, you got to hate it as well.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let’s start at the beginning shall we? Back when I was still human…and male.

***

You know those sci-fi stories, movies, TV shows, etc. set far into the future with all kinds of incredible technology? Yeah. I thought so. This story of mine can be added to those.

I was born—as a human—in the year 2050. Pretty much all of Florida was underwater by the time I was born. No Walt Disney World trips for me since it’s now underwater. And no Disney Land trips either. They abandoned that place once the water dried up in that area. Then a raging wildfire burned the entire place to the ground afterwards.

By my freshman year of high school, these odd human/animal hybrids started popping up, some of them even claimed they knew me. That night at home, there was a news segment about these human/animal hybrids. The report said that a genetics company by the name of R.E.V.I.V.E. had come up with some kind of serum that could not only save the human race from extinction, but also save the varying amounts of animals on the planet that are also affected by the ongoing climate change. They claimed they could even bring back previously extinct animals! It sounded too good to be true at the time, so I really didn’t think much of it.

By the time I graduated high school; however, about ¾ of my classmates were human/animal hybrids. Most of them were a kind of cat or dog, but there were two centaurs—both of whom have had a crush on each other and were two of my best friends. Until they found out I became a dragon. they’ve stayed away ever since, most likely fearing for their lives and the lives of their centaur children—they had 5 kids, 3 boys and 2 girls, by the time they both graduated college. In fact, I haven’t seen any of my human-day friends since becoming a dragon. Makes sense. Anyway, a few of my other friends decided to go the cat or dog route, one decided to be a minotaur, while another went the bird route, and yet another went the lizard route—not a dragon mind you.

By the time I graduated college, I had to have been the only pure human left on the planet. Sure, I looked at the different serums and weighed their different pros and cons, but none of them peek my interest for whatever reason. Granted, I had a tendency to fantasize about being a centaur or even a dairy cow with a nice, big, full udder, but something prevented me from “pulling the trigger,” so to speak, and taking the first serum I grabbed. At the time, I didn’t know why, but it had seemed like I was waiting for a specific kind of serum. What the serum was that I was waiting for, I had no idea, but I knew at the time that when I saw it or heard on the news about a new serum being introduced to the public, I would know that it would be the one for me.

So, I went through my life being ridiculed, sneered at, bullied, hazed, and all that jazz just because I was still a pure human and hadn’t taken a serum yet.

What they didn’t know was that I continuously went back to R.E.V.I.V.E. once a week in order to see if they had any new serums that would peek my interest. Every time I went; however, they had nothing that interested me—they mainly had the same serums they had from the beginning of the program, so I would go back to my daily life and the ridicule/teasing/hazing. The funny thing is? They had no idea the researchers at R.E.V.I.V.E. are humans and don’t plan on taking a serum themselves. Why that is, it still puzzles me even to this day. Granted, the new researchers—today—are the children of the human/animal hybrids that the human researchers gave the serum to, but I guess they were told something that frightened them or whatever in order to not have any of the bullying/hazing that I went through. Eh, why should I care anyway? I’m a dragon. I can eat them if they annoy me too much.

Anyway, back to my story. After on rather harsh hazing incident, I basically ran to the only place I felt relatively safe and secure at: R.E.V.I.V.E. I arrived there, crying, and was still crying when the head researcher, whom I had gotten to know very well—not like that you perverts!—during my weekly visits, found me. He placed an arm around my shoulders and asked me what’s wrong. I explained what happened—which I’m not going into too much detail—in between sobs and we just sat there with him comforting me as I cried.

When I finished crying, he told me to follow him, saying that he wanted to tell me something but couldn’t in such a public area. Curious, I followed him. At the time, I had no idea that following him would completely change my life forever. Literally.

He led me down halls that I had been down dozens of times beforehand during my search for a serum of the animal I might want to be a hybrid of. This time; however, instead of leading me into the familiar room with all of the different serums that were available (and still are to even this day), he opened a door to a room that I had never been in prior. Before I went in though, he stopped me with his arm and looked me in the eye, deadly serious.

“What you are about to see is top secret,” he said, which sent a chill up my spine. I wasn’t sure if it was due to fear of the unknown or if was because of the excitement that was coursing through my body. “Do not breathe a single word of this to anyone. Got it?”

“Got it,” I said too curious as to what was in that room to really care about the consequences. I couldn’t place it at the time, but something was causing my heart to flutter. At the time, I just put it off to nerves what with having to keep a potentially huge secret if I left here today.

The head researcher nodded in satisfaction, removing his arm and allowing me to enter the room.

I entered the room and my “nervousness” increased while I looked around the room. It was almost identical to the room I’ve been in the past few weeks. Almost. The one big difference between this room and the one I’ve been in is the lack of wall upon wall upon wall of serums available. In place of that, there were a bunch of lab benches and TV screens with a few serums that were still in the experimental stages.

“What did you want to show me Doc?” I asked the head researcher, unimpressed about the room so far but my heart was still fluttering as if I was nervous about something. I still couldn’t figure why I was acting this way, but I was soon to find out.

“This,” he said as he waved his hand in front of the nearest TV, bringing up a formula that looked like gibberish—I mean calculus—to me. Before my life changing decision, I was absolutely horrible at calculus. Now, with my draconic brain, I can do calculus with ease—if the formula is on the computer screen and not written on paper. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

“What is that?” I asked, squinting at the screen trying to make sense of the math and completely failing. “Is it for a serum?”

“It is,” the head researcher responded and zoomed in on the formula on screen. “It’s just not available to the general public yet.”

“Why isn’t it available yet?” I asked and moved closer to the screen, a voice inside my head telling me to go with this serum.

“It keeps failing.”

“How so?”

“Test subjects keep dying on us,” the Doc said and came to stand beside me in front of the TV, shoulder to shoulder. “Their bodies can’t handle the transformation and they just…die.”

“What animal is it?” I asked in awe and looked at the Doc in curiosity.

“A dragon,” the Doc said and made some more swiping motions to get to a picture of a dragon frozen solid somewhere that had a ton of ice—most likely Antarctica or somewhere around the North Pole. “We found the body of a dragon perfectly preserved in the ice of Antarctica back in 2050 due to the melting of the glacier.”

“That’s when I was born!” I exclaimed din surprise.

“Yeah,” the head researcher said with a nod. “It is a bit ironic, isn’t it?”

I nod and continued staring at the screen. Was this meant to happen or was it purely coincidence? Whatever the reason, I had to have this serum, no matter the cost! I was going to end my misery anyway when I got home because of being fed up with the hazing.

“I’ll take this serum,” I said confidently, all nervousness now gone.

The head researcher looked at me with wide eyes and gaping mouth as if he had turned into a fish that was out of the water.

“But it’s not ready yet,” he said. “Test subjects have died because their bodies could not handle the transformation.”

“I know and I don’t care,” I said and looked at him with a look of determination. “I’m tired of being hazed simply because of not having taken the serum yet. If this serum kills me, it’ll save me the trouble of finding a way to kill myself when I get home.”

“But I’d have to get the committee’s permission to give this serum to you. if they approve, you’ll have to sign papers making us not liable if your body is unable to handle the transformation like the test subjects. It could take 2-4 weeks for the committee to see me, get the papers made, and get them to you for you to sign.”

“What if I would volunteer to be a test subject instead?” I asked, determined to take this serum despite the plausible consequence. “Would it lessen the wait time any?”

“I wouldn’t have to get permission from the committee,” the head researcher replied thoughtfully. “All you would have to do is fill out a few disclaimer papers that I can easily acquire for you since they’re the same ones we used for the previous test subjects, and you could take the serum as early as today.”

“Then I volunteer to be a test subject,” I said before nodding. “Do whatever you have to do.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, now go get those legality papers!”

“I’m going, I’m going! Yeesh!” the Doc said as he walked away, shaking his head, somewhere to get the required legal papers.

While I waited for him to return, I stared at the screen that still had the picture of the frozen dragon up while my heart continued its anxious fluttering. Finally, if this serum works, I’ll be a human/animal hybrid like everyone else and the bullying/hazing could finally stop.

After what felt like hours of waiting to me, the head researcher finally returned carrying a tablet and one of the vials that contained the serum. My heart rate increased even more at the sight of the vial. Finally!

“Before I give you the serum, I need you to sign a few things as you well know,” he said when he got within earshot of me. He opened the tablet’s carrying case, brought up something on the tablet and made some swiping movements before he handed it to me. “I need you to sign wherever there is an ‘x’ on the page. Just use your finger to sign it. It works even without a stylist. I can give you the serum after you’ve signed everything.”

I nodded, taking the tablet, and signing my name wherever I saw an “x” without reading what the papers said—who takes the time to read the terms and conditions anyway?

Once I had signed everywhere I needed to—there were quite a bit of places where I needed to sign—I handed the tablet back to the Doc where he looked it over in order to make sure I had signed everywhere I needed to.

With that done, he put the tablet in its carrying case and turned around towards a set of doors on the opposite end of the room from the door we entered earlier.

“Follow me,” he said before he began walking towards those doors.

Eager yet confused, I followed him. I was finally going to be like everyone else and the hazing could finally end!

The Doc led me through this series of corridors that made my head spin trying to remember the way back—still does to this day, even though I’m now too big to fit through the doors and hallways.

Finally, we arrived at a set of double doors—the last set at the end of the corridor—that slid open after the Doc inputted his password and let it read his fingerprint. The Doc ushered me inside, revealing a cavern big enough to fit all of downtown New York City in—buildings and all. And it was completely empty at the moment too.

“What are we doing here?” I asked followed by echoes of “here…here…here…here” as the sound of my voice reverberated throughout the cavern.

“This is where your transformation will take place,” the head researcher said followed by echoes as well. “There is an observation room attached to this cavern where my fellow researchers and I will watch and observe your transformation.”

“Why here though? Why do I have to be in such a large place?”

“We don’t know what the serum will do to you. For all we know, you could be turned into a feral dragon instead of a hybrid like our successful serums have done.”

“Alright,” I said with a sigh. “So, if you’re going to be in this observation room, how do I take the serum?”

The head researcher handed me the vial filled with the serum, which I took and held it while I looked at it, mesmerized.

“When you see a green light over there,” the Doc said and pointed at one of the far walls. I couldn’t see anything that resembled a light fixture so I just took his word for it. He continued, “When you see the green light, that is your signal that we are ready and you can take the serum. All you have to do is remove the stopper from the vial and drink the serum. The serum will take over from there.”

With that, he turned to the door and began walking away leaving me nervously holding the serum vial, now beginning to have second thoughts about this whole deal.

“What about my clothes?” I asked just before the Doc left the cavern completely.

“If the serum works, you’ll need a whole new wardrobe to fit your new body anyway,” the Doc replied. “If it doesn’t work, you won’t have to worry about wearing clothes ever again. You choose whether you keep them on or not.”

He left and the door closed silently behind him, sealing me inside the dark cavern with no other way out—or so I had assumed.

I stood there nervously holding the vial as I waited for the green light to appear. I made the decision to leave my clothes on. If they were watching me like the Doc said they would be, there’s no way I’m going to show off my naked body to them. I’d be too embarrassed. Granted, I wasn’t in horrible physical condition—running from the bullies/hazers helped with that—but I didn’t have the type of body “required” to show off without clothes on. And so, I just stood there in my clothes as I waited for the—literal—green light.

I waited for what seemed like hours but could easily have been several minutes. It was impossible to keep track of the time that passed—still is—when I had no watch and there was no clock anywhere in the cavern that I could see.

I was about to just say “fuck it” and uncork the vial before the researchers were ready when a red light illuminated the entire cavern. It originated from where the Doc had said the green light would be, but it was so bright that it illuminated every spot in the cavern. It even showed where the observation room was located—a window approximately the size of a sixty inch flat screen TV (on a diagonal).

I stared at the window even more nervous than before. Why did the head researcher forget to mention the red light? What does it mean? Do I have to do something? Am I going to die before I can even take the serum?

Before another thought could race through my brain, the light turned green—also illuminating the entire cavern—and my frantic thoughts slowed down if only slightly. I took a deep breath and uncorked the vial that held the serum. I stared at the vial as I held it in my hand. It was time.

I brought it up to my mouth and, before I could turn back, tipped it up in order to allow the serum to enter my mouth, immediately swallowing it.

Once the vial was empty, I dropped it to the floor of the cavern, letting it shatter into a thousand pieces, before I sank to my knees with my arms hugging my belly. It literally felt like my insides were turning into molten lava. And it was beginning to spread to the rest of my body. This was it. I was going to die.

I fell onto my side when my body became too weak to continue holding me up on my knees. From there, the rest of the transformation was a blur.

I was in and out of consciousness as the pain waxed and waned throughout the transformation process. I can only remember certain things from my transformation: my clothes ripping as I started bulking up in either muscle, fat, or both; a snout blocking my human line of sight; scales forming all over my body; talons forming where my fingers and toes once were; my tailbone lengthening into an actual tail; and wings bursting from my shoulder blades, which were useless to fly with at the time—they aren’t useless anymore—since they didn’t have any webbing when I saw them for the first time when I was in pain from the transformation.

The last thing I remember before I completely lost consciousness was the “crack!” my hips and spine made as they were rearranged. Then nothing but blackness. Wonderful, painless blackness.

***

When I finally came around, I opened my eyes only to see the Doc, my new snout, and that the cavern was bright—too bright. I made a hiss-like noise and closed my eyes quickly to shield them from the brightness.

‘Who turned on the damn lights?’ I thought as a pretty serious headache began to rear its ugly head.

“Here,” the head researcher said gently and quietly. “Drink this. It’ll help.”

I opened one eye and stared at him and the bucket he had with him—my snout notwithstanding. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and grabbed the bucket in it. I tipped my head back and let the cool, refreshing water rush down my throat to my stomach. It did help…a bit. I let the bucket drop to the cavern floor with a loud “clunk, clang!”—which made me cringe from the noise—as I let out a hiss-like sigh of relief.

“More,” I tried to croak out to the Doc but all that came out was an animalistic grunt. I stared at him dumbfounded while he stared back at me more in curiosity. What happened to my speech? Why can I understand what I’m trying to say but he can’t?

I continued trying to make some sort of human word, but all that came out were animalistic grunts and growls, which got me panicking.

“Hey, hey. Take it easy. No need to get stressed out over this,” the Doc said and placed his hand on the end of my snout to try and calm me down and where I was able to breathe in his scent. Masculine (obviously). A hint of the body wash he used this morning for his shower. Some kind of cologne he likes to use to smell nice to human females. A woodsy-type scent that seemed rather…particular to him only—and allowed me to calm down. Even the scent of his current mood, which, right now, was a confused bundle of emotions—curiosity, astonishment, happiness, and a little bit of guilt. I blinked and tilted my head a bit. Guilt? What was he guilty about?

“You might want to wait here,” the Doc said with a sigh before heading back to the door and shouting for someone. I just watched in confusion. The serum must have worked because I wasn’t dead. Why did he want to show me my new body when I could easily walk to any mirror and see for myself what I look like?

The head researcher returned with as big of a mirror as he could carry by himself as I was attempting to stand…with quite a lot of effort and very little success.

“Easy, easy,” the Doc said gently. “Your new body isn’t what you’re used to. It’ll take you a bit to get used to it. Here, I brought you a mirror so you can see what I mean.”

He set the mirror on the cavern floor in front of me. I looked at him in confusion as he slowly moved away from the mirror, towards me, before turning back to face the mirror with me.

I froze and my heart practically stopped when I actually looked in the mirror.

Looking back at me in the mirror was a dragon—not the hybrid dragon like I assumed I’d be but an actual dragon—with cloud-grey scales and amber eyes. I couldn’t see much of my body, but I could see that my wings were a darker color than my scales—probably more of a dark, storm cloud-type grey color. I looked at my horns and, I had to say, they were rather striking…and beautiful: they curved straight back out of my head—with a few minor other curves—and were ivory white. I lifted one of my front paws, which used to be my hand, and saw that my talons were the same ivory white as my horns.

I looked at the head researcher, confused as to why I wasn’t a human/dragon hybrid like I should have been.

As if reading my thoughts, he answered, “The serum worked, as evidenced by you still being alive. As to why you’re not a hybrid like everyone else, we are not quite sure. We’ll need some blood samples in order to determine the cause of this mystery…and hopefully to solve it as well.”

I nod, not really certain if the blood samples would help solve this mystery.

“I have the vials that are needed to collect your blood with me,” the Doc continued. “Would you like me to go ahead and take the samples now or would you rather have me do it later?”

I nod and point at the vials, to me, then firmly to the cavern floor as if saying, “Take the samples now.”

The Doc nodded and picked up the first of five total vials. I inwardly cringed—I didn’t much care for needles as a human and, apparently, that has been retained—but remained still as he poked each needle between my scales five times, drawing my blood for whatever tests need to be run in order to figure out what went “wrong.”

“Alright,” he said with a sigh and placed the vials with my blood in a black bag to prevent them from breaking…and so curious onlookers cannot see them. “The tests will take a few days to complete due to the need to run so many. In the meantime, I’ll have our resident computer expert get to work on creating a program that can translate your thoughts into human words—in both text and speech. He can program turning memories into text/speech/video at a later time. Turning your thoughts into text/speech is of the utmost importance right now.”

He turned and left, leaving me alone. I placed my head on my han—err, well, I guess they’d be called front paws by now, wouldn’t they?—with a dragon-like sigh.

***

A week later—don’t worry, I did have food delivered to me during that time; that’s how I was able to tell what time of day it was—a guy came with the head researcher during one of his daily visits. He introduced the new guy as the computer expert tasked with creating a computer program to turn my thoughts into text/speech so I could communicate with humans and hybrids alike. I just stared at him warily thanks to my new instincts. How did I know this human won’t charm me? Hence why I’ve been holed up in this cavern ever since. The Doc was too scared that other humans or hybrids would find me threatening and attempt to kill me. Of course, he said it was for my safety, but I didn’t care at the time. I knew I couldn’t fit through the hallways and thus I had absolutely no way out of here. I didn’t think that it could have been for something completely different—like more research to help further the progress of the serums that are currently available.

Anyway, the head researcher reassured me that Techy—as I began calling him—wouldn’t harm me. He just needed some measurements of my head before continuing with the program.

So I let him, and ended up getting a good whiff of his scent as he took my measurements. The shampoo he liked to use. His favorite body wash. A hint of his cologne from the previous night when he went on a date with a female. On top of all that was a slight minty scent—along with the scent of his emotions—which struck me as peculiar. Was my new nose already playing tricks on me? Or did Techy actually have a minty scent to him?

He quickly got the measurements he needed and then ran off to make adjustments to the program he is working on for me.

The Doc; however, stayed behind. From what I could tell by his scent, he had some rather news to tell me. And I remained quite till he was ready to tell me the news.

“The results from your blood tests came back,” he began after a brief lapse of silence and before stopping in hesitation. I nodded and gently nudged him with my snout in order to urge him to continue. “All of the results came back the same: you’re a full dragon, no humanity left in you except for what humanity is left in your mind.”

He looked at me with sorrow in his eyes and guilt on his scent.

I gave a draconic hiss-like sigh and rested my head on my front paws. So I was a feral dragon. Wonderful.

I then looked at the Doc with one eye, hoping he’d see the question in my gaze: I was still male, wasn’t I?

As if he did see the question, he continued, “That’s not all though. It turns out that not only did the serum completely change your species, but it also changed your sex.”

I blinked when he paused for a breath. Did this mean that I’m a female dragon now? A dragoness?

He looked at me with his sorrow-filled eyes and said, “I’m so, so sorry. You’re a female now.”

A dozen thoughts raced through my mind: laying dragon eggs in a nest that I built, being mounted by a male and being impregnated, being a dragoness in the first place, being in continuous heat until a mate for me is found, searching for a mate, among many, many others.

The head researcher placed his hand on my right flank.

“Don’t worry,” he said softly so only I could hear him…even though we were the only ones in the cavern at the time. “We’ll help you find you a mate. Just give it time. It could take a while before we find a male for you.”

That was the least of my worries back then. At that time, I was more worried about communicating with the Doc, the other scientists here at the facility, and any other human—or hybrid—that comes in this cavern for whatever reason.

And communicate I was able…two days later though. Techy came with a computer and a device thing that goes on my head—the same computer and device I am currently using—while the head researcher was visiting me after he came back with the results of the tests he had the other scientists redo for confirmation. They had come back the same as the first set of tests.

“Is it finished?” the Doc asked and approached Techy.

“That’s what we’re going to find out,” he said and stopped the computer cart in front of me. He grabbed the head device and asked me, “May I put this on you?”

I nodded and he began to attach the device to my head in certain spots. When he finished, he returned to the computer and turned it on.

“When this thing turns on,” he began as words flitted across the screen. I could see them but either my new brain could no longer process what the words meant or they moved too fast for me to keep up with them. Either way, I could not read the words. “When this turns on, I want you to think of a word to say. The device on your head will transmit your brainwaves to the computer where the program will convert those brainwaves into that specific word in either text or voice form. Just to warn you, the voice that will come out of the computer’s speakers won’t be yours. It will be a mechanical, robotic voice.”

“We would use your old voice for the program, but it no longer matches your sex,” the Doc explained further. “And since we have no way to determine what your voice sounds like now, we were forced to go the generic, mechanical route.”

The words on the computer screen vanished only to be replaced with a blinking horizontal green line.

“Go ahead and think of a word,” Techy said.

I nodded and took a deep breath. It’s now or forever be unable to communicate.

“Hello?” I thought and a mechanical voice said from the computer. I smiled a draconic smile, bearing my teeth. “It works! I can communicate now!”

“Yes you can,” the Doc said, smiling, and placed a hand on my dragon-sized shoulder.  “We’ll leave the computer here with you. we’ll just have to detach the head device when it’s not in use. Sound good to you?”

“Sounds perfect,” I said with my new mechanical voice and felt a vibration in my chest as I started humming. Or was it purring?

Techy removed the device from my head before both he and the Doc left for the day. I couldn’t help but continue to smile—and purr—after they left.

***

So, that’s how we get to today. Well, minus the 70 years in between.

I’ve been able to outlive Techy (died in a flying car crash with a drunk driver), the head researcher (old age), and everyone else that I graduated with—both high school and college. The new head researcher knows of my existence, but she—yes, it’s a female scientist—doesn’t visit as often as the old head researcher. Probably because I’m female as well now and she’d rather focus on running R.E.V.I.V.E.

Speaking of the computer expert, whose real name was Garfield Springfield, he was able to program my computer to turn my memories that I bring up into text, speech, or even videos before he died. He perfected it a year before his tragic accident.

The only human I see on a regular basis is the helper who brings me my food and helps attach the device to my head. He’s gotten comfortable around me and, well, I’ve been enjoying his company as well. So much so that when the device is off of my head, I imagine him as a male dragon and as my mate with dozens of our offspring surrounding us. Unfortunately, he likes being human so him taking the dragon serum is never going to happen. Which brings me to my main reason for telling you—whoever you are that ends up reading this—my story.

I’m lonely. I need a mate. Someone who will be here all the time with me and so we can create enough offspring that dragons can rule the skies once again.

Unfortunately, every human that they give the serum to dies because their body cannot handle the transformation. Miss Head Researcher says that I must have been special somehow in order to have survived the transformation process.

And that’s why I’m telling my story. To encourage those who may have an inner dragon—like me—to come to R.E.V.I.V.E. and take the dragon serum.

My name now is Melinda Lanigan, though dragons typically don’t have last names as per what I can deduce from my rather vivid dreams. I was able to unleash the dragon that was held within me. I am calling to anyone else who may have a dragon inside them.

Come to R.E.V.I.V.E and unleash your inner dragon. But most importantly, if it’s a male dragon:

Will you please be my mate?
Took me forever to finally get this up on here. Took me forever to finish the handwritten version too. But anyway, here's my last short story before I resume with posting Dragons, Magic, and Love. I know, I know. It's a bit long for a short story, but oh well.

Oh, and that head device there at the end? It's kind of a combination of what doctors use when they want to measure your brain activity during certain activities (mainly sleep) and a virtual reality helmet...minus the helmet and virtual reality parts.
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