CYOA The Guardian
#1 of CYOA
A newly created dragon, genetically engineered for unknown purposes, has been sent to a new planet to watch over the population. Let's all be surprised where this goes, yes?
Hello!
For a bit of writing practice, I thought I'd start a Choose Your Own Adventure style story. These don't seem terribly popular, so I may not get any responses, in which case I'll probably just add a new chapter once in a while based on my own choices, but if anyone wants to help, feel free.
The story is loosely based on an idea I had for a text adventure that will probably never get made, so I thought I'd give it a go here and see what happens. It can be adult, or adventure, or whatever suggestion comes along.
I'll try to update at least once a week, but depending on if it gets any interest and I have time, I might be able to do more than that. Anyway, if you think you might like where this is going, please feel free to drop a comment and suggest something. Or even if you don't like it, leave a comment and feel free to let me know why.
"What do you think?" A voice spoke in the darkness, the booming baritone echoing in the creature's mind as it lay on the floor. It was sprawled out, it's limbs stretched out as if it had been dropped carelessly like a child's unwanted toy.
"Four legs and a pair of wings? I don't know. It'll never catch on." A new voice, this one just as loud as the first, yet deeper and more authoritative. The creature on the ground knew the words, the language. Nouns and verbs, the alphabet and how to pronounce each squiggle written on a parchment. It knew these things, it knew these things as it had been made to know them.
"Well, I think it looks neat." The first voice again, sounding rather hurt. "You don't see that in nature. Evolution, my arse! If I want more limbs, then more limbs I shall have! I think I will call my creature... A dragon."
A dragon. Yes, the being on the floor knew it had been named. It was a dragon. It could speak the word, if it could just get control of it's mouth.
"And it's purpose, if I may ask? You've set aside considerable resources to create it." The second voice, sounding closer now. The dragon could feel something touching it's hide, something warm and smooth running across it's back as if it were a new car being examined. An image of an automobile came to it's mind, and it wished fervently it knew what it looked like. Could it drive a stick shift?
"That new planet we found. I thought we could set up some experiments there with those new furry creatures the lads were making. They'll need some protection from those hairless monkey things that already live there, and I thought my dragon would do just the trick." The voice was proud, and the dragon felt a deeply ingrained desire to keep it that way. "It has all the knowledge it needs programmed in already, I'm quite sure it's genetics should allow it to live for several centuries and if not, well. It can breed with other dragons, so we should get a few generations out of it, once I make some more."
A guardian. It was a guardian to protect The Company's investments. The dragon wasn't certain what The Company was, that information seemed to be missing from it's memory, but no matter. There would be creatures it needed to protect, to destroy, and to guide according to The Company's guidelines and rules, and it knew it would do this task it was created for.
"Anyway, I'll just boot it up and then we can make a few more before morning tea. Maybe some with only two legs, if you're going to complain about it."
Something hard hit the dragon in the stomach and knocked the breath from it's body. It was falling, wind whistling past it's ears in a sound familiar yet wholly brand new, and it relished the gift of life it had been given. Opening it's eyes, the light was brighter than it could have imagined and it looked away from the star the planet orbited. It worked it's legs, it's tail, and it's face smiled it's first smile at the way the world spun around when the wind struck the wide expanse of freshly opened wing.
Blue skies stretched in all directions, fluffy white clouds drifting slowly in the breeze and it opened it's mouth to shout out the joy in it's first words. The impact of the dragon striking the ground rattled the trees and sent birds screeching to safety, the hard packed dirt responding to the strike by settling a thin layer of dirt a few feet further out.
The dragon lay on it's back with it's mouth open, staring up through the hole in the tree canopy it had made. Newly discovered pain blossomed in it's spine as it blinked back tears and uttered it's first word. "Ow."
Minutes passed slowly before it rolled to it's feet, four separately clawed feet lifting it up. Taking several deep breathes, the first course of action was to see what it actually looked like.
So, thank you anyone for reading this far. You don't know how tempting it was to end the story with the dragon hitting the ground, then the two voices talking about needing to make a new one.
Anyway. As I would like to get a bit of reader participation, where would people like to see this go?
I'll try to take any suggestions and work them into the story, but at the moment what I'm looking for is a description of the dragon. It is a feral, however size, sex, appearance, etc I'll try to tailor based on what is asked for.
The next question is: What is the goal the dragon is working towards? I already have an idea, but if someone has a better suggestion I'll look into that as well.
This isn't meant to be a purely sex story as there will be actual story and plot, but any suggestions for sex or fetishes I will try and slip in there if it works. Limitations on fetishes will be more limited to the story and situation, but I'll try to work in anything suggested.
A suggestion for a better title even, if someone has one. The Guardian is a bit meh, but it was all I could think of at the time.