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The grass is green.

The trees stand tall.

The wind lightly brushed through them, creating the signature of leaves and branches being pushed around by the swift air.

The sky was illuminated by the early evening Sun. It was about four in the latter half of the day, the celestial body of this time close to retiring for the night, allowing the Moon to take its place and bore its own hole in the space around Earth.

However, this was no ordinary piece of land.

It was a rather overall flattened area of grass. The side of this land sloped into a river, forever flowing into locations unknown at first glance. Its clear waters had a brown coloration from the dirt underneath it. It allowed aquatic critters to scurry underneath it, such as brown freshwater crawfish. Tiny, speck-sized insects called water striders drifted across the small pockets close to shore before being swept up by the moving water into new aquatic frontiers.

The land had a circle of objects on it. These were what was known in this day and age as “cars", wheeled motorized vehicles weighing tons that could lift and drag many objects and people controlling them, running on a substance known as gasoline. It produced seemingly insignificant amounts of air pollution that disappeared into the atmosphere. Why would people care? It isn't like they could get around easily, faster, and farther any other way.

They had at least a couple rows of seats in them, the front meant for its driver and the others for passengers. The “trucks" as they are called, had two rows, but had a massive and open bucket or “trunk" to carry objects. Nearly everything can be placed in it without affecting the vehicle's capabilities. This made it essential for work involving great physical labor.

Some other cars had three rows of these seats as opposed to a massive trunk. However, this allowed them to carry more people, likely a family, from one place to another. For a group of people with more than five people, this was necessary.

The vehicles came in several shapes, sizes, and colors. Some looked more appealing than others, with the designs and features belonging to specific companies in this world as competition in a capitalistic society.

This society was run by humans, bipedal ape-like creatures with fur or “hair" on their head and other places on their body. They had two limbs called “hands" with five “fingers" on each. One of these fingers was known as a “thumb". This allowed them to have great dexterity and grip on the physical world around them. This in turn led to creativity and, in turn, intelligence. This allowed them to create wonders to make everyday life better for all.

However, not all was created with good intentions by Humanity.

Regardless, that is a story for another day.

Behind many of these vehicles were angular, yet rounded rectangular prism shapes of metal. There was glass on their sides at the windows with a door or two leading into them. Inside was several amenities akin to a small human house, having a bathroom with a tiny shower and a latrine, with a sink and cabinet. A tiny kitchen with small versions of appliances, such as an oven and microwave to cook up foodstuffs and a refrigerator to keep such things cool and fresh for later, along with a sink resided in many of them. Tables and chairs were there to lounge or consume on. There was a bedroom in all of them with pillows and blankets, with some having bunks for other people, likely family members. Several other amenities, such as air conditioners, rectangular devices known as "televisions" that could project information into pictures and images at great speed, “radios" to intercept magnetic waves into information as well, but into only sounds, and outlets to plug something into in order to power a device that required electricity.

Ah, right, humans could harness the power in such a way deemed impossible back in the day.

They needed to plug a master outlet from the massive object to some outlet in the land or utilize a generator to produce the electricity instead.

These massive rectangular prisms made of metal and hollowed out with a living space were known by many things.

Campers.

Trailers.

Mobile homes.

The campers were arranged with the vehicles that pulled them in. They had wheels, but could not move on their own. They needed to be dragged here.

The people that owned these trailers were in the art of camping, living temporarily in the woods away from society and technology for a bit to focus on the simple joys in life. Here it was about the people, relaxing and hanging out to enjoy the natural scenery and activities nature provided.

In the back of one of the many trailers in the campground was a lawn chair and a land cushion occupied by two people, facing the downward slope that led to the calm-moving river warmed by the late noon Sun.

The chair on the left of the plush was sat in by a human. A male one to be specific.

His name was John.

A rather strong man in his early forties, John was pale-faced with dirty brown hair covered by a blue cap on his head and the same-colored beard of decent length on his face, side burns from his hair leading to a goatee connecting to a mustache. He wore a plain short-sleaved green t-shirt with beige khakis on with various things filling his pockets.

On his left was not a human, but a completely different creature entirely.

This was a dragon. A psychic one to be specific.

This male drake, named Marlo, was sitting on his haunches on the land pillow of a dark violet coloration. He had purple scales adorning his body, from his head to his tail currently coiled around the cushion. Had two silver horns pointing straight behind from the back of his skull, spines of a slightly brighter coloration on his head to the tip of his tail. On his back were two membrane filled wings folded and relaxed. He had dark sapphire eyes that shined brighter than any gemstone.

On his back in between his wings was a scar straight in the middle of the joints and going over where his left wing joined his spine, with another one on his left foreleg cap where the upper and lower legs connected. The drake also had a golden ring on his left horn on the back of his head.

The two were sitting a few feet from one another, watching the atmosphere surrounding the river, enjoying the comfort and relaxation of the environment.

The birds were singing.

The trees had wind blowing through them.

The river reverberated noises as it slid over rocks and sediments into the unknown.

In John's lawn chair were two netted pockets filled with metallic cylinders with a weird “8"-shape on it with black words printed on it diagonally in English.

The words were “Blue Moon", with a large blue circle behind it and a crescent Moon in the middle of the two.

John always liked Blue Moon beer as one of his favorite beverages, even more than Budweiser. Marlo, while he preferred something a bit more stronger like gem gem given his dragon anatomy processing alcohol faster, he enjoyed the beer as well.

John took his left hand and took out the can on his left side. He took his right hand and lifted the 8-shape with his thumb and pointer finger, pushing it into a rounded shape in the side of the top. After some force on his part, a pop came out as he poked a hole in it, opening the sweet liquid inside.

After he cracked a cold one, he took his right hand to the can on the right one. Lifting it, he moved it towards the purple drake. Marlo, seeing the offering, took the metal object in his mental grasp and floated it out of the human's hand, which relaxed as he placed it on the side of his chair now that the drake took it.

The drake dragged it through the air towards himself. Then, like a ghost, the can pin on the top pushed towards its side to pop open the alcoholic beverage.

John moved the can to his dominant right hand to take a swig at it. He swallowed the sweet and familiar tasting liquid as he tipped it towards his mouth. Marlo seemed to have done the same, tilting his head back a little like the human and leaning it towards his maw, letting the golden beer come down his gullet.

Boy, was it good.

After Marlo took a sip of it, he consciously floated it over to John's right chair pocket. He could place it on the grass, but he would rather not have bugs crawling inside of it and spoiling his mood. John just held it in his right hand while he silently noticed it.

John started to relax his spinal column on the chair, taking a deep breath as he did so.

Ah, this was so nice.

They then saw a yellow shape emerge from out of nowhere from the left side of their shore with their peripheral vision.

It was a yellow hatchling, likely seven years of age. It looked like a female based on her frame, and, according to her brightly colored scales and even brighter spines, it was a light dragon. The little one had several growing beige spikes on the back of her head going backwards. She was making her way done the slope, not paying attention to the two onlookers. The hatchling touched the water, feeling the slowly moving liquid from the shore, its warmness as she held her paws in, and the soft mud and hard rocks underneath it all.

After some time, she moved through the low water towards its middle. She wanted to swim for some time and just relax in the water, at least in a shallower part.

Upon walking far enough in, she closed her eyes and lowered her body into the river, submerging herself with the freshwater.

After a few seconds, she brought herself up, her whole frame covered in a clear sheen, the liquids falling off herself. The hatchling, like a dog, then shook her body to dry herself off, droplets flying everywhere.

To her, it felt refreshing.

John and Marlo watched the whole ordeal, silently observing.

Marlo drifted his beer out of the human's chair and took another set of sips out of it, consciously floating it on his side.

Then, the two heard some talking off somewhere to the left once again. It was heard, but undecipherable to both of them.

A little human girl, likely five or six, had a bright blue swimsuit with small floaties on her arms while walking towards the shore, wanting to have fun in the water as well. She had blond hair and a rather cheery mood despite the hatchling currently in the river.

“Be careful Mindy!", a more matured feminine voice reverberated out from their left side. As they peeked over to the source, they saw a woman with the similarly bright colored hair with a lawn chair walking to a seating position to watch what was likely her daughter.

As she started unfolding her seat, she saw the man and drake peeking at her. She never seen these two before, although, they were likely enjoying the sights and sounds like all of them had.

She was curious and wanted to know the two. It's not every day you saw a human and drake just casually sitting close to one another.

“Oh! Hello! I haven't seen you two around here. How are you doing?", the woman asked, wondering about the human and drake sitting and facing the nice river.

John sought to answer for the two of them, seeing her question. She didn't ask it, but he knew the mother wanted to know both of them, at least for a few days before they left back home. It was the weekend after all, and the workforce needed people to function.

“Oh, we're doing great this fine evening. I'm John and this is my good friend Marlo.", the man replied, gesturing his head towards the drake. As a response, the purple dragon sheepishly took his right forepaw from his sitting position and slowly waved his open three-clawed paw, giving it a few swift shakes before returning it to the cushion to join his left one.

The woman simply nodded, placing her rump into the now unfurled chair with nothing else to say right now.

The hatchling looked from her spot to the little girl slowly coming down from the shore. The little one was curious as the human child went through the same motions as her to acclimate to the warm water before venturing deeper in.

Then, she spoke in her high-pitched voice to the girl, whose head perked up at the dragon. She then responded back with her voice, which was also high pitched, perhaps even more.

The two males then had a silent and concise thought about the younger ones' conversation.

Ah, they wanted to play together.

The two started to jump around and chase around each other in the water, making unconscious splashes in an effort to catch the other. If they weren't doing that, then they were either splashing each other with liquid from the river with their limbs, making playful screams at getting wet, or just sitting around to catch the Sun's rays. The two laughed as they goofed around, having great fun at this time of their life.

“Be careful with her Lyndsey!", an adult voice called out to the two. It was likely the hatchling's mother telling her to not be rough with the human girl. They were fragile compared to dragons after all. The last thing the dragoness would want was a complaint that her daughter cut somebody by accident.

The drake and human just watched everything, seeing the noises of the two children playing around as if nothing in the world mattered.

Humanity and Dragonkind.

Together.

The two quietly observed it all.

Marlo had a deep breath upon watching the two kids enjoy themselves.

If only…

“This…This is nice.", Marlo piped up, speaking for the first time since the toddlers came into the water.

John was curious by what he meant by that.

“What's nice?", John asked the drake, turning his head to face him. In retrospect, it seemed like a very dimwitted question. There were many things that were here to admire.

The sights.

The sounds.

The feeling.

It was all what could be considered “nice", but perhaps Marlo meant something else.

“Just…seeing them playing. Dragons and humans…together.", Marlo answered.

“Hmm.", John made the sound of agreement, lightly nodding.

When Dragonkind revealed themselves to the world, it added a variable to an equation that was already unsolved in a modern human society where they declared themselves the top of the food chain. Another species of great intelligence and sapience like them overcomplicated and shocked the humans, regardless of where they were in the world.

Given that this was the first time that a race of creatures that could freely think and feel like them, great caution and fear reverberated throughout Humanity. The fact that they were dragons didn't help anything.

Still, great, humanly curiosity got the best of them, leading them to start integration of Dragonkind amongst the human populist after learning how they could contribute to society and what the dragons could learn from them.

Despite all of the dragon population being scattered throughout the world, they brought in nearly a billion into the modern-day society.

Dragonkind, with their gifts, benefited Humanity and they them.

Despite more complexity with a species with different values and larger frames among other things, nearly all parts of the world improved to accommodate not one, but two peoples.

Transportation, agriculture, industry, arts, sciences, medicines, defense, and technology, with a fresh and new perspective, became better in various ways with Dragonkind and Humanity combining their talents for the better of the world.

However, not all was sunshine and rainbows.

Many human-made problems existed for the longest time that simply couldn't stop rearing its ugly head.

While there were the humans that welcomed the dragons with open arms, many were fearful and were appalled by such an idea.

It was prejudice, but on a much more abhorrent level.

Dragonkind in some areas of the world were either treated incredibly poorly, or abused for their gifts to be used for either malicious purposes, or something akin to slavery.

Because the world struggled to conceive of a system to deal with these issues since they had trouble already with human ones, they couldn't fully stop it without direct governmental intervention. With the relationship between countries strained even now, that simply had many consequences that could spell danger for all.

Some humans even hunted dragons that stayed away from society.

Many drakes and dragonesses that were not in society rejected the humans with their traditional values, creating their secret and unseen communities away from eyes of the world. Accidental killings of some of their own prompted them to hide away from the humans as well.

Still, handfuls of hunters known as “poachers" hunted dragons like game animals despite strict laws outlawing such an atrocity.

When dragon scales, claws, teeth, and horns fetched a heavy price to the perverted, human nature just couldn't resist.

For some, it was a birth of a new era of Earth for a brighter future.

For others, if the world was messed up already, it was now positively and absolutely fucked.

Regardless, for those places where Dragonkind lived happily with Humanity, it was such a great time for both.

So many new things, ideas, sights, and sounds. It was the equivalent of being born in a new world.

John took another swig of his alcohol, the golden substance going down his throat.

“Same.", John said after the drink.

The drake was right, this was nice.

“So...", the woman started.

The human and drake looked at the blonde-haired mother, attentive to her words and interested in what she had to say.

“H-How long have you two been friends?"

Ah, this question. The two got this particular one a lot.

However, the answer was always the same no matter what with the current time.

John responded for the two of them with honesty.

“Well, we've known each other for about eight years."

“Oh. So more recently?"

“Yep."

The woman, satisfied with the answer, stopped herself from talking.

Then, silence except the birds singing and the girls splashing around in the river.

It felt like an hour as they just sat there, watching the makeshift game the two girls were playing.

Then, John was interested into something.

He swapped the Blue Moon to his left hand and slipped it into the chair pocket on his side. Then, he took his right one and slipped it into his khaki shorts pocket. Upon feeling what he was looking for, he brought out a black rectangular device.

This was a “smartphone", one of the most impactful inventions of the twenty-first century.

It could essentially do just about everything.

Want to call someone, regardless of their location? It got you.

Need a map? It had it as well.

Want a book? Newspaper? Movie? TV? Facts? Opinions? Anything? You bet it has those too.

This was the latest model of the “iPhone" as it was called. John tapped the screen, opening it up to a picture of both John and Marlo holding one another in a brotherly hug and smiling for a camera. He had his right arm around the drake's neck while Marlo had his left wing and forepaw on his shoulder.

He remembers taking that one picture.

The phone showed the time of Sunday, 4:57 P.M. with the date of July 17th, 2022.

Sliding his thumb from the bottom to showcase a number pad.

It was his password. He knew the numbers to punch in like the back of his hand. He tapped his phone screen numbers relating to a date in time.

A very special date.

After that, it opened with a bunch of squares with rounded corners.

The applications, or “apps" for short.

Marlo, when John introduced him to the concept, was predictably very, very confused. Dragonkind never had an unbroken line connecting them all regardless of where they resided. After the human generalized it as “the world's largest database or library", the drake got a better grasp of the concept.

Afterall, a smartphone was the world's most commercialized and complex supercomputer the size of a small deck of playing cards.

He quickly saw what wonders came out of it.

It had a globe, news on anywhere in the world, and a limitless amount of hours of several tiny things to keep him busy and curious.

Thank goodness he also taught Marlo how to read and place the words on paper. Most dragons leaving their secluded world behind didn't know how to read or write given their three-clawed paws lacking thumbs. Being a quadruped didn't help a dragon's situation in this case either.

Of course, psychic dragons like himself were more gifted here than others.

He saw a square at the bottom of his home screen. It had a blue compass with a red and white arrow going in opposite directions from the center.

Safari.

The Internet Explorer, or Microsoft Edge it was now, of iPhones.

It's internet.

Since the two were out here and couldn't logically have a satellite to watch that, he would have to see with the two bars he had denoting his connection strength left. He typed in “Google" and went to the search engine.

He wanted to see the score of his and Marlo's favorite hockey team in the game they missed today.

He typed the name in and saw the score of the game away against the Buffalo Sabres.

“Shit.", John involuntarily said, albeit quietly as to not get the attention of the girls in the river and anger the mother for such profanity.

“What is it?", Marlo asked, facing the man while on his cushion.

John really didn't want to tell him the answer to that.

“The Penguins lost today."

Marlo then got an irritated look on his face.

“Really? By how much?"

“1 to 3."

Marlo gave a flustered sigh and a shake of his head.

“You've got to be kidding me. How did they lose to the Sabres?"

“Your guess is as good as mine."

The drake lightly shook his head, his face lowered. He then looked at the human who gave him the information.

“Bahamut. At this point we'll never make it to the Stanley Cup."

“I mean, it's not like they do good in the playoffs at all.", John responded truthfully.

They have been utter shit these past seasons in the playoffs to decide who would face off in the professional competition. It was always the same. They have a great season, then ruin it all where effort matters the most. And don't even get them started on how the Buffalo Sabres, what is regarded as one of the worst hockey teams in the N.H.L., beat the Pittsburgh Penguins. It was simply ridiculous.

“Exactly.", the drake agreed.

Marlo was honest. John enjoyed that about the drake. If there was something on his mind, he would say it or float the thought into his head.

“Just...", Marlo ended the train that was the conversation there, somewhat flustered until it simmered to nothing, leaving a sigh of disappointment.

Then, no talking for some more time.

A half hour passed of no talking once again. It was calm and serene with the winds, children, and all, yet there was a bit of boredom in the lack of a conversation.

The art of talking was truly something after all.

“It's sad, y'know.", Marlo suddenly said out of nowhere.

John and the woman looked to him with eyes filled with curiosity.

“What?", John asked the purple drake.

Marlo, with tiredness akin to a speaking of an idea repeatedly to the point of nauseum, opened his maw to answer back.

“It's sad with everything going with dragons today, especially with the people in office not doing anything."

John sighed in annoyance.

Marlo always did this. He continuously wished that the lives of his race were better off than they already were, but unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

He was one of the lucky ones with the dragons at this campground, especially that hatchling.

Humanity and Dragonkind, meant to be together as one people, not divided.

And apparently, he wasn't the only one. It seemed like everybody had something to criticize about everything, from their country, to whoever is leading it.

Nobody could blame him or anyone else with his mindset. All these human-made problems….

Marlo tried to look on the bright side, but that was sometimes impossible when nothing of the problems was improved at all. It simply grinded his gears.

John, even though he understood where Marlo was coming from since he left his world behind, thought that this was uncalled for. They were here for a good time and relaxation, not talking about politics.

“Marlo...", John said with a stern voice, looking to his left at the drake.

“What? I'm being honest."

It was the truth. The drake wanted the world to be a better place, and John wanted that too. However, he had to recognize that perhaps he was wished for too much. Everybody did.

Not here. John told the drake in his mind.

The woman was just silent as she listened to the whole ordeal. She couldn't and wouldn't do anything.

Marlo just lightly shook his head as the human talked to him in his head. He wanted to go on, but John didn't want any of this right now.

“I...", Marlo spat out, but he tried to find his words to say something back.

They waited, leaving an air of uncomfortable silence.

Then, he continued.

“I-I just want this world to be safer for us. To treat us better.", the drake said, looking down on himself.

He just wanted a higher quality of life for all, especially Dragonkind.

John relaxed his spine into his chair at that response. The tension in the atmosphere immediately lifted.

The humans instantly understood. They knew what has been happening to drakes, dragonesses, and hatchlings all over the world. They couldn't do anything about it.

It felt like they were not doing enough sometimes.

Marlo was lucky. Many...were not.

The best that they could do was hope.

However, that was sometimes in scaringly short supply.

They were fortunate to have each other, but they were only a few people compared to nearly 12 billion people on this planet, human or dragon.

Still, they held on dearly onto what they had, privileged or not.

John and the woman saw this.

“Well, I think you are a very nice drake yourself.", the mother complimented Marlo, making him feel better that she accepted him.

She knew drakes like him have been suffering elsewhere in the world, and as such, assured him he wasn't alone.

Marlo knew he wasn't alone here, but he silently thanked the woman for her compassion, slowly dipping his head as a nod of gratitude.

It was about fifteen minutes of more silence. They just needed the words between them to calm into the past, like the wind.

It was then that John got up from his chair, his beer now gone from the can.

It was about fifteen to six in the evening. He supposed he got started on cooking something to contribute to the camp supper tonight.

“I think I'll get started on the venison.", John said, starting to walk away from the lake to go inside the camper behind him.

Marlo saw this and his eyes lit up like a flare as he grunted and got up from his plushy cushion and walked around to help John with the preparation. The woman also got up to get started on her part of dinner. He knew she would have to call her daughter back.

'Tis a shame, but you couldn't delay a great meal as a symbol of good friendship between all these people.

Marlo was also really happy for the venison. He loved deer.

“Ohhh, I can't wait…"

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It was dark outside.

Peepers made several noises in the night as the Moon bored a hole in the sky, star illuminating the blackened atmosphere.

It was very late, as the camp goers sat around a campfire, orange with its crackling wood fuel and embers floating into the air into nothing. It illuminated a dark and rather warm early night on the campground. People, human and dragon, were talking about life as of late or sat there, feeling the heat sooth them with a sense of security and comfort against the nearly unobservable world.

However, two people were just leaving to retire for the night.

“Hope you all have a nice night!", John said as he carried his lawn chair toward his camper. He waved back towards the few people still by the nice campfire, peaking at them as he did so. He heard some goodnights from the few in friendly response to him. Marlo was beside him as he made his way to the trailer.

The two walked with an eagerness for something.

What that something was, nobody in the world would know.

The two were able to decipher their target, their camper, as it was visible with the river and open sky behind it.

John simply placed his crumpled chair against the front of it as Marlo climbed up the rather large hollow and steel stairs folded from the door on the right side of the camper's larger surface. With a mental flick, the drake clicked the handled knob as the white metallic door opened with a creak. Marlo then squeezed through the windowed door as John came in after him, seeing the darkened camper's inside. It was rather big and spacious for a very good reason.

John went inside, turning around to grab the knob from the inside, pulling the door in. Once he heard the mechanism holding it to the trailer, he twisted a thin hexagonal piece on its inner side just below the handle, hearing the characteristic click of the lock holding the door with strength. He tested by twisting the knob and pulling back and forth to no effect. It worked.

After the door was unmovable by those outside, he moved a thick black curtain over the round window. He hung his cap on a small countertop close by.

John then turned around to see Marlo's glowing sapphire eyes in the darkness. It seemed like he covered all the window curtains in the camper with his mind as John locked the door. They faced each other.

Those eyes of blue meeting those dark green ones.

They just stared at each other, their hearts beating faster than before.

Then, they moved themselves toward each other.

A few feet shrunk to just a few inches.

Then…

Then…

They pushed their faces closer.

They closed their eyes.

Within only seconds, they felt the mouth of each other.

They kissed.

John wrapped his arms around the drake's neck, as he smothered Marlo.

They moved their mouths as they tasted each other. Marlo used his long and slippery tongue to dance with John's, making sounds of his draconic lips against his maw. The taste of dinner and alcohol filled their hearts with contentment.

Oh, this was so good.

“Mmmmmmm…~", Marlo made the sound as he kept on kissing the human.

Ah yes, a man with his drake and a dragon with his human.

Or, more specifically, his mate.

When he was in his thirties, John was alone in his rather large home for a future family in a rather secluded country home when something happened that changed his life forever.

Marlo, who had been wounded in his left foreleg from a poacher's bullet in his cap tried to escape those evil and malicious people, only for a rifled projectile to graze his back and the joint to his left wing.

Dragonkind had wings that were incredibly sensitive. Any injury was doomed to ground them, at least for some time.

When he felt the bullet tear scales and slide against the precious bone, he instantly fell.

Right into John's massive backyard.

At night, the younger human heard the impact from his study to find the drake unmoving and in massive pain. He was about to go into shock as his body realigned itself from his organs being swished and sloshed within his rib cage from the crash.

John, seeing the drake in agony, did the right thing, trying to carry the drake with the best of his ability into his house.

How he evaded the poachers from the ordeal, nobody would know.

He did have some basic medical experience from his earlier years. The human just hoped he could save him, his leg, and his wing.

After calming him down and placing the heavy drake to a large table, he gagged him to stop him from roaring loudly and possibly biting his head off, and started with his leg. As a sniper round was stuck in it, he got some tools used to handle deer for venison and started the process.

It was pure agony for Marlo. He felt Bahamut's great fire pierce the nerves in his leg, making quieted roars and screams of pain and soaking the thick tied rag in his jaw. John felt his fear and extreme hurting bouncing in his mind. Regardless of what transpired, he managed to slip out the bullet before cauterizing the wound and sewing it up. It wasn't perfect, but it would have to do. The wing was not much of an issue to patch up, but great sadness and fear struck John as he turned the drake over.

A dragon's wings are one of the most cherished gifts from Bahamut. They never wanted anyone except those close to them to so much as touch those limbs. With some medical chemicals and a lighter with needles and wire, he patched that up as well.

Then, Marlo passed out.

The rest was history.

After the whole situation, John realized that he let a stranger, a drake no less, come into his home. He washed the blood off of himself and Marlo, then pulled the purple dragon to a couch to at least put most of his body on.

Still, after a night's rest, Marlo became horrified of what just happened and his unfamiliar surroundings. After some calming down by the human, he relaxed and stayed.

After a few days, John had to call a dragon's doctor to the house to fix him, and if not, call anyone that would.

It took weeks before Marlo was able to walk on three legs with a splint and fly. During that time, the drake learned more about John, his home, all of these strange objects in this “cave" of his, and much more, and John discovered many things about the drake.

After that, they became great friends.

Marlo owed his life to the human, so he had an unsatiable debt to John in his mind.

Marlo was a rather young drake in his sixties at the time, so he was very lucky to fall into John's little slice of life on this earth. After making his way to his cave during the night, he safely housed himself in his cave once more.

Then, during the day, he came back to John's place. After learning about the concept of “jobs" in human society from him, he learned to visit during certain hours.

He came back and forth, back and forth, and back and forth.

They just enjoyed each other's presence, talking, learning about the world and laughing, among other things after the leg and wing healed up, leaving scars of the past.

Marlo honed on his mental abilities with some help from John, allowing him to peer into the thoughts of others and even control or manipulate them with great effort, along with moving object with his mind, improving and perfecting his Bahamut-given gift.

They felt so happy together just hanging out and doing stuff, whether it was something the drake had never seen before or what they already know, like watch the next football game or eat a dinner John made.

Then, the realization came.

They couldn't live without the other.

When John discovered this, he immediately became sick.

After feeling a heavy weight in his chest, he sped to his bathroom on the first floor and vomited. It just hit him like a freight train.

No, it couldn't be, could it?

He was a dragon, and a drake no less!

Human society was already very much iffy on this subject. Throwing a dragon into the mix complicated everything further. At least he was in the United States, but that was only marginally better than being hunted down and persecuted for what the world deemed unnatural.

John didn't think he was anything other than straight, he just discovered he had feelings for Marlo, the drake he saved.

He couldn't sleep very well that night and took the next day off. He just sat in his chair with some of his most prized and expensive whiskey to get drunk on with hopes it would calm his rapidly beating heart, knowing that Marlo would be back the next day.

Marlo didn't fare much better.

When he discovered thoughts for the human, he felt even more revolted at himself.

Dragonkind had unshakable traditions. Matehood was one of them.

They took mating very seriously. You were meant to spend the rest of your life with whoever you bonded to, no exceptions. It was meant to be with a dragoness, to procreate with and fulfill Bahamut's Laws in such a sacred process. Disobeying them meant you were damned for betraying such a mate for any reason at all. And the reaction from those that did follow were instantly hostile in a very cold and unforgiving world where their numbers were not united, but divided.

Marlo tried to tell himself it wasn't true. It just couldn'tbe. He was doomed to end up like one of the corpses of the dead a few feet underground from poachers and those Bahamut-forsaken guns.

Forgotten without anyone to carry his bloodline.

He had a panic attack.

He destroyed everything in his vicinity with his psychic abilities, lashing out against the world for being cruel.

The drake tried his best not to accept it, but he couldn't get John out of his mind.

He…he…

H-He loved him. With all of his heart.

Marlo then fainted.

For how long? Even he didn't remember.

It was too much for him.

When he woke up the next morning, he grew terrified and internally shivered.

What would John, hell, the whole world think?

He had to see John that day. He had to.

No. He couldn't see him that way. They were two different species for crying out loud!

Then, the moment of truth came.

They were both deathly silent in the kitchen as John made deer stew in a crockpot. They had so many thoughts that they didn't want to say.

Then, small talk started. Then, conversations. Then, laughter.

The stew was to be cooked for only an hour more until it was ready.

While leaning on an island in the kitchen, laughing and drinking Blue Moon, they then stopped.

They saw their eyes.

The eyes.

His eyes.

Then, the impossible happened.

Like an invisible force, they involuntarily moved their mouths together.

Then, they kissed.

Marlo lost balance and fell onto the hard tiles, with John pushing him. They held each other with their hands and claws tenderly and gently.

That's how they fell in love.

They completely forgot about the stew as they fell asleep in John's bed for the first time as something more than friends.

A few days later, after Marlo flew John within the sacred mating dance upon ditching his old cave, they went onto John's massive queen mattress in a locked house and darkened master bedroom.

Ah, yes. They both remembered mating for the first time, binding them together.

John holding their genitals together.

Marlo licking and eating John's hole out.

Then, facing one another, Marlo slowly pushing into him.

John remembered the pain. Humans weren't meant to take dragons, but damnit, he wanted to be with Marlo.

It turned into a night of pleasure and contentment.

The feelings of intense emotions and the movement of Marlo sliding his member in and out of John was just…

Oh, it was one of the best feelings in the world.

When the drake finally climaxed inside of him, they were both incredibly tired and sweaty. John felt a massive and intense aching in his lower half for the rest of the night and had trouble moving the next morning.

They were inseparable after that sacred night.

Talking together.

Eating together.

Sleeping together.

Hunting together.

Well, speaking of hunting, they occasionally got themselves distracted a bit when they sat at a large post high up a tree in the woods when Marlo nuzzled John on his neck. Who the hell cared. Marlo can find a dumb mind of a deer a mile away anyways.

Marlo can safely say he became a part of human society after he mated with John.

They went to so many places together. The human especially had a ball when he carried him into the skies with his wings, like nothing in the universe mattered.

That time of their lives was when John got the ring on Marlo's horn.

And now, here they were, kissing like the world didn't care.

They passed themselves off as very good and close friends to outsiders, but deep inside and behind closed doors, it was so much more.

They were just afraid of what the world would think. They wouldn't see two people in love and together until death tears them apart, they would see a perverted man and drake as a plague in a society with an already sensitive set of systems, rules, and laws.

Dragons didn't help anything either.

Thank goodness John was an only child.

Oh John…I love you so much…

The human heard the words in his brain. Marlo agreed to never pierce his mind's veil for the sake of privacy, but they allowed it every now and then when they were alone. They just continued smooching until a few minutes passed. They separated, breathing heavily with a line of saliva connecting their mouths until it broke of course.

They looked into the eyes of the other.

The sea of blue and forest of green.

Then Marlo pushed his maw against the human's lips, initiating another kiss. John accepted it fully and wholly.

Then, the man felt a push from the drake backwards.

Towards the bedroom with the large bed or “nest".

Ah, yes.

They agreed to mate this night.

The two haven't mated in several months. Afterall, it left one of them hurting a little the next morning.

They both talked about it, as they were cautious about doing it in a public setting. However, they were in a secluded place here, and unless they shook the camper to the point of the others noticing, they would be unseen.

Thank goodness this was soundproofed.

John made clops with his outdoor boots as he walked backwards with the drake pushing him towards the bedroom with a small unhatched window on the ceiling, with only the Moon to light them.

“L-Let me…", John spouted out after breaking the kiss, the drake feeling disappointed from no longer tasting his lips. They couldn't continue like this when the human was clothed. They need to keep warm and protect all of themselves after all, but they needed to go. He bent down and hastily untied his durable boots meant for the outside world and kicked them off to the side. He then swiftly took off his socks as well before pulling the shirt over his shoulders, revealing well-toned and rather muscled chest and lower body.

John was naturally strong after all from his field of work.

He tossed the article of clothing to the side with his boots, now discarded. He unlatched his black and silver belt with a few clinks before he took his khaki shorts off and threw them off as well after lifting his legs a bit.

This left his black boxers with a tent and a wet spot in the middle.

Marlo couldn't take it anymore.

Before John could pull the undergarments off, he pushed his maw into his mouth again, which John allowed. Marlo used his mental powers and carefully slipped down the covering and yanked down, pulling it down to his feet and revealing the human's nether regions.

John's penis was erect with blood pumping through it, bouncing with his heartbeat. Pre was leaking out of the head and his testicles hung underneath them.

With a flick of his leg, he tossed them away before the purple dragon pushed him backwards while smothering him.

It went on for only a few seconds before John's legs felt the foot of the rather large bed with white pillows and blankets on it. He lifted himself and onto his back until his head touched the pillows, Marlo moving himself after him to continue the long kiss. Marlo placed his paws on either side of him on the nest to get a grip on it and prolong the act.

Then, they both felt it.

Marlo's long and thick draconic member was fully stiffened and leaking pre as well, the clear substance slowly trickling out and the shaft bouncing as well from his heart pumping. Like all drakes, it was a dark pink color with a tip with a bit of a point to it, like a smooth bottom of a toy top. Smooth invisible ridges went all along it, with the length coming out of a genital slit from arousal.

The two male sexual organs touched each other awkwardly as they kissed some more.

Oh, it felt so good.

After a couple minutes of locking mouths, John wanted to make his mate feel good this night. With his right hand, he lowered his digits towards their groins, seeking their members. When he did feel them, with his fingers, he wrapped them around both of them until they were touching.

With his left hand, he reached to the drake's back, feeling for a body part. Then, he found his target, Marlo's right wing joint. Once he felt the scales around them on his body, he pushed the and massaged the skin connecting the portion where his wing met his back.

Dragon wings were sensitive after all.

Once he did that, Marlo broke the kiss and felt contentment from his mate making him feel so good.

With his right hand he started to slowly rub their members up and down. It was incredibly sluggish, but it pleasured the drake regardless.

Oh, those dexterous human hands were always amazing.

“Mmmmmm…~", Marlo groaned as he felt the human touching him this way. He lifted his head from him and faced straight with his eyes shut.

It felt so, so good.

“Oooooh, I missed this...", Marlo said. It was true. He always enjoyed the gentle human hands touching him like no other can. It was guaranteed to be a nice experience when your mate could do just that.

Marlo, even as a big and strong drake, could still be turned to mush by being touched at those sweet spots.

The purple-scaled dragon felt pleasure and his neurons sparking within him, leaving him with pleased hums. His wing joint being pressured just turned him into putty to the human, and the human holding his drakehood against his human one was such a feeling. A damn good one at that.

Nothing could compare to this.

John just did as much as he could before the main event. He always liked doing this to his drake. It was something they agreed they both liked very much.

After about ten minutes of the rubbing and massaging, John stopped and returned his hands to himself. The moment he did, Marlo pushed his face towards him and started another kiss. John wrapped his arms around his neck to pull him closer.

They felt pleasure as they moved their mouths and tongues against one another.

Mmmmmmmm…~, Marlo moaned in the human's mind.

After a couple minutes, they broke it, saliva connecting the two once more and breaking.

It was time.

When they talked about mating tonight, they both agreed to have John on the receiving end, so Marlo lowered his body towards the foot of the bed. He needed to prepare his mate for this.

Once he got back enough, John looking at the drake with his green eyes, Marlo used his mind on something once he got into position to prep the human.

A dark drawer lower in a cabinet on the left side of the nest slipped out, wood against wood sounding out as he did so. Once out, he used his mental abilities to take something out of the lower-most cubby.

A squared glass jar came out with a cloudy substance inside, floating towards Marlo.

Ah, yes.

Sexual lubricant.

What a nice human invention.

For most relationships, this wasn't necessary, but for one such as this, it was essential.

Ah, yes.

The nostalgic thoughts came back.

Oh, memories.

About a few weeks after their first mating, they agreed to go forth with the act once more. Marlo had a different idea to go about this than last time.

When they bonded permanently, he mated the human, so for their second time, Marlo unexpectedly chose John to have the reins and be on the receiving end himself.

Marlo remembered lowering his body to the traditional draconic position, facing away from the naked John, lifting his tail away from himself to reveal his entrance to him and giving his body up to the human. He reminisced on this new human creation he never heard of before being applied onto him, being told it would ease his penetration into him and lighten the pain.

It was so cold when he rubbed it into his most sensitive area. It felt a little uncomfortable against the warm atmosphere, but it would serve its purpose.

Then, John put his body over his, mounting him.

Then, with little delay, he slowly slid his member inside of him.

The emotions and feelings returned. It felt painful, with the drake growling. The fact that the more fragile human suffered this made him feel guilty when he had the same thing happen to him, although the lubricant softened the blow a little.

Then, as the pushing and pulling out of his hole continued on throughout the night, like John a few weeks back, Marlo felt immense pleasure from his delicate movements.

He didn't see anything and just felt it all, with no distractions of any kind other than his draconic groans into the pillows and stray moans reverberating in his mind as he faced away from the one going into him.

Oh, it felt so good.

Then, in his apex, John let himself go in him, releasing his seed in him. After he finished, he collapsed on the left side of his scaled back.

It came full circle. They mated one another.

Oh, that was such a wondrous feeling.

John and Marlo agreed that they both enjoyed mating being the one mated.

They both greatly enjoyed the feeling of the member of the other sliding in and out of their male entrance and feeling so full from it with contentment before they reached their limit. The pain was the price of admission, but boy was it worth it.

The two also enjoyed pleasuring the other and themselves a bit by inserting themselves into their mate, feeling their bodies in such a great and personal way. They both felt the pleased moans and grunts of the other through Marlo's mental connection, and it was so nice as well knowing they could make their mate feel so good.

Honestly, they both enjoyed either position equally in this sacred act of mating.

Perhaps that was what's so great about such a relationship.

It was never one-sided.

They could treat each other as equals. They were willing to give their body wholly and solely to them without a second thought.

All in the name of the truest love the universe could offer.

Marlo, with the jar of lube, began twisting the rounded blue lid on it with sounds of sliding against glass in the simple and manufactured design. Then, he slipped it off, revealing the substance inside. He placed the lid to the side as he started to use his mental abilities to move his mate.

John, expecting this, did nothing as his lower half was lifted from the sheets. He couldn't fully see it, but he knew what the drake was doing. He spread and lifted his bent legs.

Marlo saw it.

His lover's male entrance, his anus.

Like a knife through butter, he took some of the lubricant and slipped it out of the jar. The cloudy substance was similar in shape to gelatin.

He swiftly moved towards John's sensitive flesh.

When it did touch, a freezing sensation was felt by the human. He was used to this being applied to him, but he couldn't shake off the low temperature of the substance on his hole.

With his mind, he smoothed out the lubricant on his mate. Like a ghostly hand, John's flesh felt pressures and pushes on his skin surrounding Marlo's target.

After about a minute or two of sliding the human-made substance on the human's skin, he stopped, satisfied that he rubbed enough on John to sufficiently ease the discomfort once he started penetrating him, leaving a clear sheen.

It was time.

Marlo got into position, moving his body over John's, the human's lower body still lifted a little bit. The drake put his forelegs above his mate's shoulders and started to line his member with his lover's entrance still in the air from his powers.

Then, he started moving the tip towards it. John expected the feeling of the drakehood touching him.

Then, contact was made.

Marlo's head pushed into John between his gluts. A sharp sound came from the human as his mate tried to pierce his veil.

Marlo pushed, then pushed again, getting slightly more into him, then…

It slipped in.

“Uhhhh~!", they both groaned as Marlo pushed the tip inside of him through his anus.

John felt a bite of pain in his rear from Marlo, face pink while grinding his teeth with his mouth shut. He gripped the sheets to cope with the irritation. The lube helped with the brunt of it, but he still felt the burning sensation in his rump.

With the barrier breached, Marlo slid more of his draconic penis inside of his mate.

John felt all of it, the purple dragon's member filling his gut up through his hole and into his rectum. His intestine started to grip onto it despite the discomfort from it.

Oh, John felt so good. He always did.

His body held onto him, his insides so snuggly and so warm. It left a pleased hum from his gullet as he felt genuine pleasure from the human.

Then, without delay, Marlo swent to continue on.

He started the simple pushes and pulls they and many others have done before. Marlo slid his member out of him and through his rectum until he pushed back in, the pleasured sounds coming from him.

Bahamut, he felt so good.

The way his member was held by the human's walls, Ooooooh it was amazing.

“Mmmmmm…~", Marlo reverberated in contentment as he faced forward from John with half-lidded eyes, it sounding like a bit of a growl. He always liked to feel him over and over again like this. He wouldn't give this feeling for anything else in the world.

John still felt remnants of the bodily irritation, but it has mostly subsided.

Thank God.

He soon felt the immense amounts of contentment from Marlo sliding his shaft in and out of him, his hands still gripping the sheets.

Oh, dear Lord was he amazing.

The way that the draconic penis made a gliding motion in through his hole and filled his body was incredible. His intestinal walls involuntarily held onto the draconic penis deep inside. It was already molded to him from many nights of mating from days gone past, so this was something his nerves welcomed, like a friend returning.

The sliding out, uhhhhhh…

He started to pant from those neurons pelting his brain.

It left his body squeezing onto nothing as he suddenly felt empty. However, when he was about to express disappointment, his wishes were granted, Marlo inserting more of his draconic member inside and occupying his gut once more.

It was so good and so right.

Oh John. Marlo said in the human's mind as he continued to slide his drakehood in and out of his mate. John heard it, but he didn't talk. He just felt.

So tight as usual.

It was true. The human's body was always small and constrictive compared to a dragon's. Imagine a member longer and thicker in every way going into a such a person, who was never meant to have a thing like this happen to them.

But John did it, and damnit did he enjoy it immensely.

The drake couldn't hold himself from thinking that. It was too sensual for both of their liking, but he was in the heat of the moment. He couldn't give a damn either. It was just so delightful.

He was delightful.

They just continued feeling each other in this sacred and tender way.

Marlo moving his lower half to thrust in and out of John's entrance and gut, leaving pleasure in its wake in both of their minds. Marlo's pleased grunts and John's moaning bounced in their minds from the drake's psychic powers.

It was a dance they have had many times before, but it never ceased to be good.

“Uhhhhhh-uhhh~!", John cried out in ecstasy. Getting these feelings and emotions from his lover was so superb, he couldn't hold himself.

Marlo did nothing in response, only to face him with closed eyes and teeth clenched.

Ah, yes!

This was so, so, gooooooood.

Marlo's primal side began to take over. His eyes hidden behind lids slowly became slitted. He started to pump his member faster in the middle of his cheeks, moving his pelvis closer his mate's.

John noticed this. He could do nothing but continue sweating up the storm he already was. His nerves sent pulses to his brain, adding up until the inevitable overload that would come very soon.

Oh, oh Lord above.

This, this.

Ohhhhhhhhh, soooooo good.

He just let it happen.

He let the drake continue to slide his large drakehood in and out of him.

Marlo could have easily taken advantage of him from the very start.

But he didn't.

That was why he knew he was safe.

Safe in the drake's caring and loving wings and paws.

As such, he continued feeling intense pleasure from it. All of it.

A particular push went suddenly went deep, or as deep as the drake of his size and caliber could go.

John gasped. This always happened when he bottomed, but it always left those pleasing thoughts and feelings course through his veins and left sparks behind his eyes. Simply amazing.

“M-Marlo…~"

John felt a pressure in his lower half. He knew what it was. He felt this many times before when he mated Marlo and was mated himself.

He was about to orgasm.

His member was still hanging out, hard and erect with only pleasure and his heart in more ways than one to guide it. Eventually, he would feel it.

The release of his fluids.

Marlo penetrated him over and over again, feeling John's body with every thrust, greatly enjoying how his body felt.

Familiar, tight, warm, perfect, amazing.

His mind was clouded with want, no, need to rut and mate. Even though his primitive side took over, the two knew that Marlo would never hurt John. Their love to one another made sure of that.

It was pure, worth more than anything in the universe.

John's limit was about to breach. It was too much.

He was about to…he's…

“Ah! Ah, ah, ahhhhh…~"

It broke.

John's manhood, aiming upwards to the purple dragon's chest plates, began to let itself go, his semen spurting upwards onto him. It stickily painted it white. When his orgasmic fluids missed it went onto John himself, covering his chest, neck and his face. When that happened, his left eye shut to prevent the sexual liquid from getting into it. It stuck onto him, covering both the drake and himself with his life-giving sperm.

After about a couple minutes, John's body gave out, the bursts became smaller and smaller, until it stopped entirely. For a human, he had great stamina.

It took practice, both in and out of this sacred process of mating.

John was left breathing heavily, sweaty with his legs numb and without feeling. He was just so tired from it all. His member was now flaccid and lying on his stomach.

Marlo stopped the pushing and pulling the second he felt the warm fluids touch his body. His primal self opened his slitted eyes to see what happened. He looked at himself to find what just transpired. If he wasn't overcome by his beastly form, he would recognize that his mate came. However, since he was already overtaken, he had the more primal reaction.

He was marked by another. Like all the other times.

He moved his eyes to the covered and spent John. Marlo noticed his upper body, including his pink and content face, was coated in his white semen. Marlo, as any good mate would do, did the only thing he could.

With a growl reverberating through his windpipe, he lowered his face towards John's, casting a shadow over him. He snaked and slipped his long and slick tongue through his sharp draconic teeth. The drake then touched the very end of the left side of John's face. The human felt it on his face.

Without delay, he started to clean him.

With his appendage, he licked his mate's orgasmic liquids off of him, inadvertently filling his maw with the stuff. It tasted salty and was incredibly sticky. John felt the swishes of the tongue on him. He knew what the drake was doing, and let him.

This wasn't the first time Marlo tasted his mate's essence. He enjoyed it and obliged to remove it to see his mate's face.

This went on for about two minutes until the human's face was mostly clear of the white substance, leaving a light and smooth sheen of draconic saliva on him.

Then, after he finishing the cleaning, swallowed.

Now a part of his lover was deep inside of him, traveling through his throat to parts unknown.

John slowly opened his left eye to see the drake's slitted blue eyes.

He knew that their mating was almost done. He could only wait and let Marlo continue his thrusts deep inside of him until the inevitable happened.

Until he finished.

Marlo continued his simple yet powerful and quick thrusts, pushing against John's deepest reaches. The drake was overcome with his need to claim all of him again like before, pushing and pulling with reckless abandon. Since John just orgasmed, he was tired and could only give soft moans and sighs from the drakehood from Marlo.

The pushes…

Ohhhhhhh.

Marlo felt a pressure in lower half. He was close to his peak. However, his clouded brain continued on nonetheless. He knew what it was as it built up in his groin.

He clenched his teeth as came close to finishing mating.

Bahamut, hmmmmmmmm.

A slap against John's pelvis happened.

Then another.

Then Marlo plunged in another time, this one harder than before and deep in him.

Then…

It happened.

Marlo angled his body upwards while clenching onto the human on his shoulders. He let out a light and tired roar to the heavens like he did before, his blue eyes slitted. His wings were open and out to showcase their draconic might.

He climaxed, his essence flowing from deep within him, through his penis, and through the head, splattering inside his mate in a might torrent. His tail became stiff and straight as he released his draconic reproductive fluids in a flood.

Ah, sweet release.

It came in bursts as the whitish substance marked John's inner walls, Marlo's tail wildly and sporadically whipping up and down. John felt it. He always did. It was a warm feeling, being filled by a draconic member and by their semen. It was one of familiarity and trust between the two.

It kept on coming for a couple of minutes. Dragonkind did have great stamina after all.

And they would do anything for each other.

And, in a way, this was love.

Ah, liquid love.

After then, the spurts came in smaller amounts with significantly less of the seed coating on the human's fleshy corridors.

Then, it amounted to nothing.

Marlo's back legs began to shake. They felt like jelly after ejaculating in his mate.

He suddenly began to realize he was tired beyond belief. They both were.

The purple dragon collapsed on John, his larger body covering the smaller one under him as his psychic powers let him down.

They were both breathing heavily and drenched in both of their sweat. Marlo's face with slitted eyes was on John's left side, over his shoulder.

Ohhhh, this felt good. It always was.

That's just it. The drake always knew how to make him feel good, and he knew how to please the dragon as well.

They stayed that way, exhausted from the mating. The recoil from their bodies orgasming was just too much.

It felt like about five or so minutes passed before Marlo shakily lifted his human semen-covered body and chest from John.

He took his lower half and started to remove his member from the rectum of his mate. The human groaned nearly inaudibly as the drake did so. His body clenched onto it, but it could do nothing as the draconic penis slowly slipped out of him.

Regardless, they both were satisfied.

Marlo then slid the head of his shaft out of John's anus. His potent fluids leaked from his mate's hole, a line of it connecting to it and the tip of his flaccid and white-coated member. It leaked onto the white sheets below, staining it with their love-making.

Then, without further ado, he moved back up with John, who had a content, if drained, face.

Marlo went to his right side, unfurling his tired wings and holding out his paws, attempting to cover and hold onto his mate. John, seeing this, accepted the drake fully and wholly, embracing.

They pressed their foreheads together.

The ultimate sign of draconic companionship and love.

After feeling their foreheads for a bit, they shifted their heads onto the other.

They held each other, their chins on the other's shoulder.

John had a great ache in his rear, but it was something he expected whenever Marlo topped him. Hopefully it would be soothed when they washed up in a lake or river somewhere privately away from the campground in the early morning.

They wouldn't have anything be different.

It was simply beautiful. Dragonkind and Humanity bonded together in the name of peace and happiness.

Then, they fell asleep into the universe of slumber, both content with each other.

Ah, it was all just so delightful.

They didn't care what the world thought. They would stay together until the very end.

It may have been wrong to mate here, but they didn't worry about such a thing.

It was an act of trust, hope, and, most importantly…

Love.

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Whelp, Happy Valentines Day ya goofs! Now go take a shower!