FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Rise of the Dragons: Prologue

Fire… that was all he could see as the fiery chasms of darkness spasmed in the flickers of light. Screams echoed in his ears, rampant and chaotic. The smell of blood filled his senses in the combination of the charred scent that followed the burning crackles of wood and creaking metal. He did not know what he was and the world around him, confusion traced his mind. Tasting flesh in his sharp teeth, the male snarled and flicked his tongue against the bone as he was feeling the environment around him.

With a crack of his tail, the male stood up on his hind legs and extended his scaled torso to a higher length. He looked back and forth and evaluated his surroundings. Even with the shine of the fire and the complete darkness surrounding him, the creature saw the bodies of those who had tortured him and his kind on the ground, broken glass scattered all over the chamber, and several square-shaped windows displaying the remnants of a strange hold. He could tell he was in a room and the only exit was in the hall of fire.

Not willing to delve even further into the creeped vestige of the fire, the male dropped himself back to all fours and rushed into the curled flames and the cracks of seared screams. He could feel a slight sting wrapping around his body as he bypassed the flames and entered a long but different passage going back and forth between long paths. His bloodied paws soon caught purchase of the stone floor; it felt the more ragged and charred ground before the male started taking off even further into these tunnels.

Slowly the male began to understand, feel, and see everything transpiring around him. He felt his talons and his four-legged body allowing him to accelerate in speed. The flames didn't even lick his scales. Sure, there was warmth coming from the fire, but he felt no burn. Not even the smoke choked him nor did his sight falter in the smog. Touching the flames stung, but he was not affected by the radiant damage that was being inflicted on the stationary objects as much. He quickly caught his breath and slowly felt his pulse, blood rushing into his head the more he stirred into the nearby column. The male was fast, but the tight spaces made moving through the entombed fire slightly uncomfortable.

As his eyes quickly picked up the smooth surface of the walls and the concrete padding of the hall, bullets screeched the walls nearby and struck the figures of familiar kin in various colors of scale and hide. After the stream of pellets scratched the concrete and impacted small parts of their skin, the creature's gunfire was exchanged by large cloud of flame engulfing them whole. High pitched squeals erupted from the flame and the bodies of the damned rushed out of the searing flare. These individuals, albeit sizzling in flesh, were a couple of feet smaller than the male standing in the end of the hall; all of them jerked their limbs out and soon dropped to the ground. With some strange feeling building in him as he looked to the dying creatures, the male lowered his maw, flared his teeth, and ended the lives of the burned with the crunch of his closing maw.

He felt… different as the moments passed. There was more awareness building up in the scaled animal as he investigated the flames and the dead creatures littering the remnants. Now there were seven of his kind nearby and nothing more or left of the creatures attacking them. And when his eyes settled on his fellow kin, a new feeling welled up in the male as he observed each one of his own kind.

Approaching the group of seven, a single sniff in their direction confirmed them as broodmates. One of them he could tell was a burly, purple-scaled male, staggering in size and bulky in frame. Paired on both of the purple male's side were two females, both slender from tail to snout, bore reflective green scales and reeked a foul scent; a couple of sniffs was all it took for him to realize what had occurred between the three of them. Regarding the other four, there was three more red scaled males who were more feral than aware, had the scarring of bullets grazing their scales and even the body figure to contempt compulsion. When the aware male turned to the last of the group, all the male could do was stare with a flicker of awe and interest.

Gazing into the slender frame of the figure before him, the male was stunned as his eyes peered into the detailed glints of a females hide. Much was seen in her glowing green eyes, her red scaled underbelly and the taut scent lingering on her physique. He was infatuated with the female and he was unsure why. With the cracks of fire and the breaking frame of the structures creaking in nearing destruction; the male growled and extended his talons, pointing them to the dark tunnels to the left of the hallway.

“Follow." Confidence built in male's voice, causing him to instinctually communicate his mere presence in the minds of their kin. It caused the male to shake his head and initiating the others to simply stand and walk into the depths of the dark passageway. It was strange to him that whether his awareness caused this or his use of the mind from said awareness; the male knew he was going to change even more the more he continued to use it.

The more he watched them walk, the more the male realized what he was, what he was becoming. And when he investigated the burned carcass of the few he killed; the male leaned his head to the bodies. Before he knew it, there was an impulse forced its way into the male's eye and caused his pupils to dilate. There, the male witnessed images in his head, voices speaking in tongues and referenced information that eluded his basic understanding. Everything was confusing until the images started to shift and focus into something clear and words began to mold his mind into understanding what was being spoken on. Not long into what now he could understand as 'memories', he discovered what his kind was and what they were called:

“Dragons." He spoke, grumbling that word in chopped up English as the scaled reptilian spoke for the first time. The dragon himself knew what he was and knew little of why he was created, but with the others leering down the long hall and his discovery made; the male started his trek with his kin and sought to find a way for dragonkind to survive. Even with intelligence brewing within, survival was an indifference shared...

In the meld that was the United States.

---

Present Day: Thursday October 15th, 2010.

Location: UT Campus, Odessa

“Damn this fucking headache." Marcus cursed as he hunkered over his calculus homework and continued to attempt to solve an equation referencing work and force. His left hand nearly scribbled over the beginning sentences of the question and evaluated the instructions of the problem to find a clue to the solution. For the past twenty hours, the young man was plagued with a crushing headache that even continued in his nap hour and breaktime. Even getting shitfaced drunk did not solve the problem or make him forget how much of a bag of fail he was in all his lectures for the past two days.

While his head screamed with agony, his cramped-up dorm room was too messy to figure out which of his work matched with his trash. In his room there was a tattered bed, a small wardrobe, a tattered fan with underwear hanging off the main center, and beer cans littering the sides of his trashcan beside the dressing cabinet. Nothing but the posters of video game icons and movie blockbuster characters were all over his surroundings, screaming his love for the genres as a fan and a youthful undergrad.

And today was the final day of courses for the week at the pinnacle of sunset. With all his courses settled in the Computer Science degree plan of the University of Texas, it was a breeze taking care of British Literature readings and verifying them through Quizlet, punching in a science calculator and screaming in pain during Physics I homework, swiping through his Economics homework and licking clean into his political science courses. However, being the dumbass, he was, with all four of his courses, none of them were harder than Calculus II. Since breezing through his English and math courses with ease, Marcus was sure he was going to have fun completing the last of his math courses for the degree so he could spend three days partying and enjoying free time.

As if that would fucking happen this time.

Paired with the lunacy of intro Physics work and the boorish English readings, now he was stuck cramming through every weekend trying to understand the new and difficult concepts of Calculus II being engrained into his thick skull. He could easily decrypt the social factor of the lectures and use his behavioral science courses to take incredible notes, but the needed homework questions assigned by the TA and the trigonometry questions kicked his ass when it all applied to the new concepts of Work, Hyperbolic Functions, and even the simple Trigonometric Integrals were a tedious bunch to work through.

Today was no exception of that attempt in seeking to make some free time for himself.

That was before a loud BANG rocked into his room and shocked the Hispanic man into reality. “Heeere's Johnny!" Came the booming voice of the crazed tanktop dressed Christian as his bulky caucasian frame rushed into the room and started kicking some of his clothes out of the way to approach him. That is when Marcus lifted his head and sighed in contempt to look at the man. “Damn it Christian, can't you see I am working on Calculus?!" He boomed, but that was earned with a beer bottle being tossed to him. It didn't stop Marcus from flailing to catch the bottle, but it distracted him from the shitty moment and the headache.

“Just got out of a complicated Engineering lecture. Richard and Allen are calling us in for the pool table, you in for beer and complicated conversations with the psych students?" The blue-eyed Samaritan offered, already finishing up with the Budweiser he was canning in his stomach.

Considering of the fact that Christian was former military and saved his ass on multiple occasions, Marcus knew 'no' was not acceptable. “Alright, I'll go; do you still have that TI calculator?" The only answer he got was a nod and a shuffle in his camo pack before he threw the mathematical brick at the man. This time, all Marcus could feel was his shoulder getting hit and the calculator sliding in front of his sheet of homework on the table.

“Thanks… can you give me a minute to finish up on this? It'll be five minutes."

“Sure, but don't take too long or I'll kick you right in the ass!"

Five minutes and thirty seconds later…

Marcus sneered at Christian as he rubbed his rear with the slight sting where the foot met his cheeks. He had finished dressing up his purple t-shirt, grey pants, running shoes, and even packed all his shit to do work on the mobile. Regardless of the limp, the walk out of the dorm and into the stairwell was a little uncomfortable as the cleanly chamber and leather furniture placed all over the large space colluded with his surroundings. Entering the main living area was as leisurely as the students nearby standing at pillars, conversing in couples or groups, or even sitting down and working on a book reading or texting.

Not that it didn't matter to him. The more he evaluated his surroundings, the stranger his head felt while continuing to the glass panel to the left of the lobby. While red tinted walls filled the lighted coloring of the surface and complimented black tiled floor mats; the sight of the pool table as well as TV's, game sets, and tables to drink and study on made the coming evening a much better event to come by. And when Christian opened the glass door for Marcus, it didn't take the man two seconds to rush through the entrance and thank him before catching onto who was in the room.

“Care to join? We were thinking you were getting another beating by simple math functions." Rushed the chopped voice of Qi Zhang, the lead student in the Computer Engineering courses; even his light skin and squinted eyes peered much into Marcus's plight and smirked at the man's concentrated demeanor. He was flanked by the athletically dressed, blonde, blue-eyed Jack Moore; the hawk-eyed Linx Paddox, the Australian Kaiden Thomas, and the intern Kai Masaru.

Smirking in front of the five various men, it was too easy to have fun with the fellow colleagues he had spent the last two years with. All the drinking and studying and coursework molded them all into familiar roommates which the man could stick behind. Christian kicking his ass was necessary and the implication on what he would miss out on was tolerable, albeit too direct for his liking. “As long as we are playing Billiards and not that diamond shaped game, I can go a few rounds without having to deal with strip bets or dares." Chuckled the brown eyed man in the room, walking to the head of the pool table and even crossing arms to look at them.

That was when Christian came into the room with Richard Lopez and Allen Johnson as they were coming from the locker room in the athletics building. Placing their smelly gym bags beside the nearest table, the two Hispanic men and the Caucasian vet walked to Marcus's side and patted the younger buck on the shoulder. “Don't worry, group play is still a good game. You'll show off your ego to the rest of the group and probably embarrass yourself." With that, Christian walked towards the pool rack and took out the package that held the chalk and the balls, grabbed two pool sticks and the other tools for the game.

Taking the cue stick in his hand, Marcus merely walked to the longer side of the extended corner, grabbed some chalk and smoothen the surface of the cuetip off. While Qi grabbed the other stick and chalked his cue, Christian started organizing the Billiard balls to prepare for the group rounds. Due to the preparation for the game, there was not much conversation going around between all the men in the minor vicinity. Likely either the men were distracted, uncaring, or were thinking of the many bets they could play in the small tournament.

“Did you hear about the fire last night across the street?" Jack asked, his athletic brawn and brown-haired body showing a leaning interest in the news he was referencing. Linx, in his tattered clothes merely shrugged along with Richard and Allen.

“Beats me, wasn't that place like a research facility or something," he would ask amidst looking at Qi making the first strike on the set of balls. “Yeah, heard a lot of explosions or cracks or something, it was pretty strange. What I heard from the firemen was the hefty amount of FBI cars were on scene before they came in. Shit you not military was involved, they brought three fucking Humvees before the cops came and then left before the firemen were able to start putting down the fires." Jack would have some of the attention from the guys, half of whom shrugged and really didn't care about crap that didn't concern them.

Meanwhile during the game, Qi struck the cue ball hard enough where the strike cracked against the formation and launched the balls all over the pool table. Like a player, Qi brought in two solids and three stripes into five of the six holes in the various corners of the table.

Marcus in the meantime looked unsettled as he continued to listen to the overheard conversation. “Wait-wait, are you telling me that FBI and Military were on site, inspected the facility, then left before even the firemen could do anything? Did it look like there was some form of communication between the parties?" Christian asked, crossing his arms throughout the confirmation.

Jack would recount his memory and speak out on the issue. “Nope, not even the police were even aware of the shit that went down. If anything, something happened there we are not supposed to know."

Finally, Qi would sink a solid ball into one of the holes. “You think the government would have the decency to do their research outside of city limits? Goodness, imagine the lawsuits!" It didn't even take a minute before Christian bumped into the young Asian as he merely motioned up on his cue.

“Trust me, it is going to take a while before anything comes to the surface. Let's get to the game, shall we?" Marcus shyly spoke into the call before Qi started to hit his solids into their position. While Richard spoke on his philosophical pointers and Allen's psychological analysis of the firemen; the young man felt… strange as the information he absorbed by the secondhand information from Jack affected him in an odd way.

What was even more strange for Marcus throughout all of this was the coincidental headaches starting not long after the incident. He could not remember being near the area that night, especially considering the mere notion that he had no memory of the incident. Confusion rattled his brain, as if everything he had heard conflicted itself in his very own mind.

That was when the man suddenly snapped back into reality when he felt the firm tap on his shoulder.

“Hey Marcus, your turn." Kai sheepishly spoke to the man. It startled him to be brought out of his thoughts in such a manner, but as he lowered his stick and aimed his cue with a lined shot to one of the easier stripes, it occurred to him that whatever was going on in his head was not even natural. Striking the cue ball and getting the stripe in the hole (without sinking the cue ball), the casually dressed man moved over to the next set and started calling and hitting his shots.

While resuming the game, he would start thinking about the incident from what secondhand information he heard and began heightening his awareness the thoughts in his mind. He was no expert on how to pick out oddities in his mind, but the concentrated effort helped in his multitasked approach to easing his stress levels with the game and admittedly with his homework.

Before he even knew it, something woke up inside his own head after thinking even more about the incident. He felt the presence right there, manifesting from the information he was taking from his friends and in his mental notes. It was like an eye focused on a specific thought or memory that it provided... that he provided. Marcus squinted his eyes as he started to get bold with the feeling of noticing something odd in his own mind, like a natural instinct in picking up a strange emotion.

In his arrogance, he forgot to think about the incident and focused his attention on the presence itself. Suddenly, the eye took a new silhouette and started to shift and change into something he couldn't pick out...

And then it looked at him.

With a shock, Marcus jolted in his movements and accidentally sunk the cue ball. A groan stirred from Christian as he took the cue away from him. “Looks like someone was not paying attention. Such a good roll to end on a scratch!" Humored the joker, but with a shake of his head, Marcus just walked away and leaned into one of the tables nearby while the game continued. Right then and there, the headache started to resurface again as he attempted to investigate his own mind. He felt fatigued and even a little bit disoriented.

“Hey guys, I am going to clock out for the night; I just remembered that I have to take care of a couple things in the morning." That caught some attention to Marcus, with the eyes of Christian, Jack, and even Qi to give some worried looks. “Homework kicking your ass again?" Qi implied, looking to the look on Marcus's face. “Kinda, I just feel lightheaded. Let one of the girls take my place if you have to." Smirked the man, causing Christian to cough from the man's use of humor.

Taking some laughter as a sign to leave, Marcus took his chance and left the lounge without so much as a goodbye. The trek to the dorm was a physically easy task to accomplish on the walk, but the mental strain made the journey to the bedroom a taxing experience. Every single moment he attempted to recall the eyes and the shape of the figure he saw in the silhouette disturbed him greatly. Whether another attempt by the nightmarish pupils or stricken by extreme bouts of stress and paranoia, Marcus knew that he was suffering from something no matter if it was self-inflicted or external by proxy.

It didn't even occur to him that he had finally reached his room and immediately finding comfort in the sheets of his own bed.

Experiencing so much mental agony and illusions, Marcus quickly disrobed himself down to his shorts and stuffed his head directly into the cushions of his bedsheets. Induced with the exhaustion, sleeping was an awaiting mistress at the passing of the young man, snoring into the abyss. Deep outside the shine of the sunset however, the passing of reptilian scales flickered in the open shine of Marcus's windows… crawling through and into the darkness of light.

---

Gasping in the sheer utterance of sparked emotion, Marcus immediately woke to an impulse shocking his mind and heart evenly. However, the second he opened his eyes, darkness surrounded him as he felt nothing but his body around him. The last thing he remembered was dropping himself into his bed in shorts and tanktop dressing. Yet he did not wake from a bed nor in his room or anywhere familiar. The moment he could get a bearing over his sleepish state, Marcus started to walk through the blank canvas that surrounded him.

And when the man took a step forward, he didn't feel anything on the ground; yet the ground reacted differently. Like a pond or a body of water, his foot sent ripples of waves, yet he felt nothing from it.

“Strange..." Marcus thought, but the moment he brought his mind to speak, it echoed from him as if he spoke. “What the... how...?" Queered the man where he stood, forcing himself to realize not only was he not in a position where reality was bent and his thoughts were as easy as thinking. That immediately bore the tanktop dressed man into a frenzy, causing him to breathe quickly and move in attempting to controlling himself.

It was alien to him, understanding that things were already weird enough with the headaches and the strange events from the last few hours of his time... but there was an inkling that this was not due to him, but something else.

He was happy that his memories could not be spoken out, but the implication that thoughts were as easily spoken out like a truth serum.

“What the hell is this? I am not in my room, I can hear my thoughts... and I cannot be able to feel like... me. Am I dead... am I alive... am I..?"

“-an alien? Not in the normal sense at least."

Right on cue, the man instantly froze when he heard such a response. The voice was deep, guttural, and direct in the misshaped echo of the darkness around him. He could not hide or stand against the assault of something that had the environment laid out for it. Up ahead, the same silhouette slowly emerged, with a harsher, more detailed form and figure in front of the young man.

And when the figure opened its eyes; he could see a faint glow coming from its slitted pupils.

There, as the creature's eyes shimmered in strange illumination, the golden pupils of the strange entity frightened yet attracted Marcus in a strange manner. The way the being carried itself was almost... familiar to Marcus; for as it watched him, he was watching it.

_“What... are you?" _Marcus asked, taking the first act to understand the creature. Every moment that had passed between them, the young man started to see more of the creature's form. There, he could confirm that the texture of the beast was definitely not human. It had darkened scales, a quadrupedal body and... wings. Just by looking at what seemed to be the four-legged reptilian, the creature stood at least a few heads taller than he but had a frame that could blow away any man far away from them.

All he could see in reply, however, was a smile.

“A Dragon... at least that's what your people would refer of us."

Now that was a tough one to swallow down.

_“A dragon... a living, flying, fire-breathing, tough as shit dragon..." _

Marcus sucked up, soon falling to the ground and causing a reactionary splash that never stained his skin or clothes. He stared at the now-dragon in disbelief, unsure how to take that. _“I... I don't know what to say about that, I am assuming you're taller than a skyscraper right?" _Was all the man asked, looking up at the dragon where he stood.

Shaking his head and slithering forth, the male denied that. _“I am not, thankfully, but I am most of what you say. My kind does breathe fire, we can fly, and most assuring, dragons are living. But probably not in the sense of what you might believe." _Was all the dragon could really say before Marcus looked up to him again.

“So you're... alive? Are you doing this? If you are what you are, where do you come from?"

Now it was the dragons turn to start swallowing the hard pill.

“Obviously we are alive and I am in your mind. As for where we came from... I don't know. All I can really say is that I woke amid fire and... bloodshed. We were being shot at by these... people... guards I suppose and pursued like animals."

That was when Marcus remembered the laboratory Jack and the others were talking about!

And at that moment, the dragon picked up on it too.

_“Ah, so we're experiments then... from this... laboratory?" _The dragon asked.

Shit!

Marcus could only look up at the dragon as its golden eyes looked down upon him closely from a few feet of distance. The beast continued to look down upon him before shrugging from its stoic behavior.

“I see you're scared about that... ability I have that lets me... speak to you differently?"

That was when Marcus would just shake his head and stand up to the dragon. _“How do you even do that?!" _He roared, causing the male to chuckle aloud in a humoring bout.

“Ask your government, it seems they are the ones who are usually responsible for secret experiments and plot twists you think about."

To Marcus, knowing that the government had done worse in the past, reluctantly conceded to that point.

But there were several questions that lingered in his mind...

That was when the dragon started to interrupt his thought process.

“We escaped through a sewage tunnel, no, we did not get caught; I don't know what a main questline is, and we definitely have the ability to be self-independent... and yes, the government did, somehow give us additional abilities that are not excluded to fire..." _The last bit the dragon had to take a breath before answering two final questions. _“I do not have a name... and yes, we lay eggs."

Right then and there, all of Marcus's questions were answered.

“I have no more questions."

“Good, I was thinking that I should've turned you into a vegetable."

Silence.

“That... was a joke."

“A very bad one."

On that note, without much conversation to make other than the awkwardness of the moment and the confusion that impacted them; Marcus merely turned to the dragon and crossed his arms. “So, you say you have never had a name... what if we could find one for you?" _Marcus asked, wanting to at least spark interest in the dragon other than curiosity. _“I know you may have already pried, but I am Martin Rodriguez and I am a university student attending the University of Odessa at Permian Basin."

He was right to make some notion to that effect. The human's words did oddly give the dragon some prudence to the contrary, what defined a name, how it worked, what could it do to affect how dragons address each other.

“Yes... that might do. On the other hand, I am... interested in one thing from you if you're willing to allow it."

Marcus nodded and motioned the dragon to continue.

“If I may and imply, while you-we discover a name for me... I wondered if you would allow me the chance to experience the world you live in? Memories and visions are one thing, but experience would better shape what dragons will learn for the times ahead."

Seeing as this dragon was asking nicely, had ideas to carry, and ways to help draw experiences in ways that he could not even imagine; Marcus saw every value in this by the mere longshot fact that the dragon could be the solution to his homework and possibly his ticket further into the academic world.

“Sure... it wouldn't hurt. I mean... you are just a voice in my head right? This is just a dream, isn't it? You aren't just going to... possess me?"

What would surprise the dragon, Marcus merely raised a hand and extended his arm.

By peering into his mind into what he could expect, Marcus cringed slightly at the invasion of his mind; however, the dragon would meet his expectation and shake his hand with his claw.

“Next time, warn me when you pry... that hurts you know."

“Sorry. I don't know what this... dream is. But I am not 'alive in your head', I am alive regardless."

At the ending of pleasantries, the man nodded to the dragon and broke the hand-claw-shake.

“Living in a day in your life is something I hope to experience."

“Hopefully so... goodnight."

“Good... night?"

"Goodnight, I bet you can think of-"

"Goodnight!"

---

The man groaned as he felt his own mind come back to Earth for the time being. To feel such a strain in his mind and manipulated in such a fashion, Marcus didn't even know if that was a dream or a really messy headache. He kept his eyes closed during the waking moments of his after-hour special of mind-fuck alley. Nothing was spared for him even during the unquestionable reality of something interrogating him from the dream. It made the man feel strange as if he was the one hallucinating a fantasy and a weird psychosis from a mental disorder. He didn't even know how to approach such a problem, so the man kept his eyes closed and rolled onto his back. There, he shifted in his ransack bed, letting the cushions smoothen him up and let him think about what happened.

Given thoughts into what was going on, Marcus recalled the conversation as it alluded to every thought that he has had for the last couple of days. From the explosion across the street all the way to the pool table conversation. It was as if the creature knew almost everything about him. Every little detail that the creature sputtered was truthful and honest to a point. He knew he could not deny the imaginary creatures claims nor what could follow afterwards.

Through Marcus's sense of privacy, the man merely rubbed his face with his hands and groaned at the slight headache he was now starting to feel.

"If that creature was real, I would really-"

With a sharpness of a slithering, alien breath, Marcus immediately opened his eyes at the new sound.

And like a ghost, the young man froze completely still.

There the dragon was, looking down at him from the large angled view of its massive, towering body. The glowing body of the creature was dark, with its eyes glowing a darkish violet with a mixture of purple scales and a smooth crested frame. Angled from its position, Marcus could see the wings, the tail, the claws and the... teeth.

Looking down on him, the dragon grinned.

"Do what, exactly? I told you I'm real..." The dragon exclaimed. Even his pish posh mannerisms were still on cue from dreamscape down to his personality traits. Marcus could see the creatures eyes glowed a vibrant purple, displaying the dark coloration of his slitted pupils and etched ridgeline. "Matter of fact, you sound like as if you didn't want the truth to be real. I'm quite surprised actually." Chorted the dark male, still towering over the man like a skyscraper.

Marcus just continued to gape and stutter. "That's because I thought it was a dream! Dreams aren't supposed to talk back or stand right in front of me!" Bellowed the young man. Soon, the smell of a hard reeking stench registered in his nose, as if the man picked up something that smelled like...

"Aww fuck, is that shit?!"

The dragon merely lifted a claw and made a clicking sound as he lifted a dewclaw and whipped it side to side. "Tsk-tsk-tsk, common, your voice carries. You don't want the rest of the dormitory to hear you. That might actually be bad for both of us." Marcus would definitely see the shit-eating grin becoming wider and wider. "And possibly... I don't know whether that would be from your... underground tunnels or the females I've bred." Implied the dragon, making the man scowl in reeking turmoil. It made him gag just as much as he didn't like smelling fecal matter anywhere else.

Groaning in self pity, the young man slowly rolled to his back and slowly eased himself up onto the side of the mattress. He soon laid his feet upon the floor and quickly tried to gain purchase of reality by rubbing his face with his hands, ruffling with his black hair whilst shaking himself out of bed. "Alright-alright... now, I don't mean to repeat what was discussed but..." He stammered.

"But... what?"

"It is not as if you can walk out in the open and you definitely do not want the attention either. What did you mean by... y-you know, experiencing the life of a human?" Marcus motley spoke out in his own implicit and cautious demeanor. The fear of not only having a government experiment going into his dreams was incredible, but the unknown possibilities of possession addled his own erratic rationality.

He could see the dragon take its claw and plant it to what would be its chin. "Hm... well for one, I am not going to take the driver's seat. Think of my presence as... like a... what do you call it." The dragon exclaimed, soon taking both paws and imitating a driver steering a wheel and then pointing to his side.

"A passenger?"

He could see the darkly lit violet scaled dragon nod. "Yes. Something like that." The dragon replied, his glowing purple eyes flickering in radiance.

Noting the implication, the young man clasped his hands on his knees. "And what about the headaches?" He asked.

Brightening in luminous flare, the human could feel nothing as the dragon started doing something. He could see the dragon giving a sinister glare as if he made a bad joke. _"Not that I can sense... I can see like you now but I do not feel any issues observing your mind. I think this has to do with your awareness or possibly some kind of instinctual reaction." _The dragons voice echoed in his mind and therefore caused a seething shock up his spine.

"I can't still figure out why or how you can do that."

He could only see the dragon shrug. "Don't know either, I just... can. Just like those reflexes you have there." Implied the dragon.

"I don't know about that." Marcus would speak whilst still trying to wake up. "Reflexes are inherent, this is controlled." The young man replied even while looking at all the possibilities. "Still, if you can... wait." Marcus paused, widening his eyes.

Looking down at the human, the dragon curiously distilled his interest with a meekly opening of the right eyelid. "If I can... what?" Asked the reptilian.

"You can be able to observe my mind, but I get a headache if you extract information... correct?"

"Kind of, I can observe you and mostly others without bringing a headache. But... yes, extracting information can feel similar to your... strange and violent entertainment boxes."

"Interrogation, which means forceful information extraction... from movies and... yeah, kind of."

"Good, why do you ask?"

As if on cue, Marcus smiled wickedly and caused the dragon to be the first to be cautious from what the human was devising. Then, after a moment, the human spoke. "You can help me with my homework or... even implant the information in my mind?" Questioned the man.

Taking the human's indication of reversing the process of extracting information and merely infusing it within the human's mind; the dragon chuckled as he would place his claw to the chin again. "It seems plausible, even possible... as long as we find myself a name." Bargained the purple male. He would receive a nod from the brown-skinned human being in reply.

"Excellent, now, do you wish to begin?"

Marcus rose his hand and extended a single finger.

"On one condition."

"That is?"

"Extract information from my mind on how to take a shower and take one in the bathroom. You smell really bad."

======

Announcements!

Good evening everyone, True here! To all of y'all who have been keeping track of my works from 2018, I thank each and every single one of you for still being in support of what occurred during my time of lowest points and helping me garner the mental strength to not only help myself, but also my family. I cannot thank y'all enough for the times you've lightened up the tunnel and kept me focused on the greater foundations of life. To the innocent and newish people who just discovered my works, I welcome you to my domain and happily greet to you a new series!

Considering of how harsh 2020 has been and the difficulties we all had to face this year, I want to make sure you all are staying safe and to keep fighting on for yourself and for your loved ones. To those who have lost a loved one from this virus recently or about to lose one, I give my sincerest condolences to you and your family and hope for the absolute best for your future. As someone who has lost a loved one, do not be afraid to reach out to support centers both online and physical. There is always an opportunity to save a life.

Without further adieu, let us start with some major and upcoming announcements:

*Rise of the Dragons series * - As a passion project that has been bugging me since the beginning of time, yes, I am going to make Rise of the Dragons an addition to the series family! This story will revolve around our modern world, allowing us to see the world from the eyes of an outsider looking in; and a series to enjoy and poke fun at the things we find obnoxious or even outright funny. Officially, this series will be dubbed as a passion project, as it will not wholly cover prior and current events; so actual locations, names, and people in irl will never be made as some character feature or otherwise (besides generic names or celebrities). In consideration of this fact, this series will be a window into our world from the outside, but physical locations and all will be changed as to not compromise said locations.

There, I said everything legal about this series. In consideration of this, Rise of the Dragons will have a Sci-fi future to be based off from. I haven't considered really how far to what to take this future from, but it will definitely be something that will be either wholly funny or a knock off some Philosophical joke. Regardless of the matter, Rise of the Dragons will include various topics of lewd, scientific discovery, shenanigans, knock-off jokes, parodies, and even some serious conflict. I really hope you all get to enjoy it!

*Dragons Dame series- * I am still continuing it ladies and gentlemen, for now I am overlooking and improving the current and future work that went into this project. Overall, the narrative of this series will not change, but the writing style from here on out will definitely take a different shift the more we continue the series. And if a character seems to be changing, I deeply apologize if these changes affect the character (but I will make it my effort to be consistent with both characters and their story).

*Other Desirable stories- * For any promised future stories or series that were guaranteed in the last two years; I will consider any work that I have made for them and will definitely invest some time into said stories for a completion in project (but not outright work on them as to not overload myself lol). A TrueForgiveness always honors his word, and I shall keep it!

*Time of Posting- * Due to the difficulties of being a University Student (yep, I got my Associates and am now in the big boys club yay!), releasing times of current and future chapters will be unpredictable and sometimes outright unexpected on post date. However, I will always make it an effort to put time into writing down each chapter for a various series for the time being to get closer to a release date.

With that being said, I will definitely use this opportunity to segue my Discord Server out to you guys! If you wish to catch early drafts or even cut content for any series, short stories, or just want to game and chill; you are welcome to join my server at:

https://discord.gg/byUtwzN

Thank you for your time for major announcements; for now, bonus [lewd] content shall be below this post. Again, thank you for your time to read the announcements! For your reward, you shall be granted more lewd~

Enjoy!

=======

Bonus Content!

Future: Friday October 16th, 2010

*Location: Sewers, Odessa *

The young and tumble red dragoness mewled in the peak of the purple dragons pounding. Her body was drenched with the remarkable strength of the dragon clutching her scruff and rubbing his tough scales against the crevices of her body. She could feel the thick meat the dragon was packing deeply massaged her depths the more he joined her hips with his own. Even the continued passions of rapid thrusting and rampant groans marred the female in this arena of sexual deliverance. To her, this was all clockwork as the dragons length only managed to make her moan out of the effect of his tip plowing into her core and pumping enough of it to actually make her snatch pulsate and make her muscles clench in terse reactions.

Laid squalled and spread eagle underneath the bulky frame of another up-and-coming broodfather, the young dragoness panted in labored breaths as the feeling of the dragons length stretched her deep and wide. Looking up and feeling his hot breath, the scrounged face of a snarling, growling dragon looked down on her like a piece of meat. Pleasure filled the dragoness the more he lifted his hips and thrust deeper into her velveting labia, overwhelming the pained stretches of his cock plowing through her depths.

Groomed to feel this way, the red female sighed the more the purple male continued to have his way with her. The once hard and stinking walls of the supposed shit-smelling sewers were replaced with the creamy and milky contents of the dragon silk. It was called as such due to how contents devoured the structure of the walls and replaced them with the same hardness but with their own integrity. The material allowed some of the external soil to be consumed by this silk and its contents pulsated honey-rich nutrients that the dragons could survive on.

And while being taken on the silk by the scarred and musky dragon, it massaged the dragoness to where she felt the pounding of her slit and his bulky weight more memorable on this surface. She could feel the creamy lubrication of his shaft, the burning stink of his burly body, the warm breath rubbing her neck, the relentless claps of their hips sensualizing the slapping strength this dragon held, and the lust that brought them together made her lesser, taut scent swell more and more into the dragons snout.

Not all was meant to last however. After what felt like an eternity, the dragoness felt the pace of the dragons thrust grow heavy and his breaths hardened to deep growls. She could feel the dragons shaft beginning to throb as he slowed his pace. His desire to get in his decreasing, deepening thrusts admonished him of his weakness, but the claim of climax was all too well known for the dragoness to see coming. With a lick upon his cheek, the female caressed his sides with her paws and wrapped her hind legs around him; giving the dragon his opportunity to bring down what the male desired.

That was when the dragon clamped his maw down upon her maw and nailed the dragoness with everything he had. All she could feel was the flurry of thrusts plowing hard, deep, and fast as the dragon made his attempt to do the human "kiss" and ram her past the point of no return. And in a single, blurry moment, the dragon made one final clap of their hips before the throbbing, tense moment, could begin.

Succumbing to the waves of pleasure, the crimson dragoness was numb to the effects of what was coming into her. All she could feel was the tightness of their entwined bodies, the pulsing and throbbing throng of the dragons genetic fluids mixing and swelling deeply within her fertile egg chamber. He might've been a young drake such as she, but the pleasures that was flowing in their mixtures of fluids peaked the females senses and made her too far gone into the swelling of her innermost depths. She could not feel her labia suckling all the juices into her vaginal cavities, but the warmth of his seed pouring out of her muff and trickling down her legs and belly made the dragonelle moan in the communal clench of maw to maw.

The dragoness so deeply allowed the dragon to dominate her, both tongue, body, and mind; not even letting a single moment go by without the male making the move first. Given the male's inclination to breed, the dragon so quickly broke apart their maw and let the moment pass as their heated bodies caressed and moved through the motions of their pants and exhausted frames. Still looking up at the male in euphoriant dicta, the dragoness would release her hold and let the dragon take his movement.

Like most of the males in the sewage den, the burly, stinking purple dragon rubbed her flanks as to spread more of his white, fluidic remains and stood on all fours. The dragoness mewled at the feeling of his member easing out of her and unplugging her muff like a drain. More of his sticky fluids poured out from her loose slit, still marking her body with the hot flare of his reeking leftovers.

Not long after he came, the dragon would depart the female and leave her pouring depths in a puddle of their own fluids. It didn't give the female two moments to see the male away into the soft illumination that was the fluidic silk tunnels all around them. The dark form of the dragon disappeared into the shadows of the darkened halls that once held the foundations of the sewage line. Through the slickness of the dragons cum deposited all over and inside the female, she would lay on the ground. Alone, she would spend time thinking while her body recovered and allowed her to think with such a comforting sight of herself laid low and her red scales trickled with a flicker of white.

Thinking about the current situation of their three-day predicament was always a constant reminder of the alpha's decision to move here. Sure, the storm drains had given the dragons much grief over what came in and what deposited in the tunnel. However, t was funny for the dragoness to witness the ignorance of humanity as a simple manipulation of the humans senses could easily prevent their discovery from the human population that lived a few feet above level. Their shit became food for the silk and the horrid smell that once dwelled inside became food for the silk and the silk processed that food into a nutrient they could eat. Sometimes it tasted like the purest of meals that could be taken as both fluid and solid... or it would be unprocessed and it all had to be burned. It was a good thing that a simple change in green coloration helped the dragons assure they were not eating the unprocessed excess, making it easier for the lot of them.

The most important part about dwelling in the sewer lines... was the population. At first, before the conversion, there were nothing more than a paw-full of dragons. In less than a few hours, they were numbered well over the hundreds. Whatever the explanation was, a dragonelle could breed and lay her eggs within the hour she was consummated, a multiplier the many dragons didn't forestall from taking advantage of. With such an expansion, the only way for the population to survive, was to burrow deeper underground. It wasn't something new to the board, but it gave time for the dragons to think of a way to survive, to find a way to live.

Sighing, the dragoness had only a few conclusions that would assist in that endeavor:

War, Division from within, or outright Exile.

Not wanting to go into the thought of these terms, the crimson dragoness opened her eyes from her stupor and rubbed her distending, growing belly. She could feel the soft tissue expanding, her slit pulsating in excess, and her womb churning in a bubbling mess from the hot stud's clutch he put into her. Groaning in self jubilation, the female slowly rolled onto her back and struggled to push herself up. She shook and strained the more she pushed, but the need was clear as the laying chambers would be her homage until she walked out and bred again.

Such was the life of a dwelling broodmother in the tunnels of Odessa.

So, the dragoness merely squish-squashed her way through the crevices and marred past the top-side tunnel passages that echoed with the noise of cars and humans above. Still, she heard the many topics of discussions from the various folk along the roads and sidewalks. Some talked plainly about the weather, how the sun shined. Others, she was entertained as broken English and tautish accents made it interesting to interpret what they were saying... especially when another human questioned what the hell they were saying.

Still, the dragoness wobbled past the chasms of the storm drains and padded left, deeper into the sewage depths. The noise of the outside world soon faded into mere slight echoes and the glowing illumination of the silk started to become much more apparent. Whatever the material was made of in their body, it certainly gave off a brilliant, radiant, and flickering glow in colors too interchangeable to decipher. Through the given lighted passages that trailed further into sanctuary, the scents and smells of varying degrees of dragon permeated her senses and stimulated her still impregnated belly.

It didn't take long before the first signs of dragons and dragonesses were spotted. Some merely passed the crimson dragoness, busy with their duties to the brood. Others, who passed, merely admired her belly and faintly grew interested in her marked scent... and spunk coated scales along her inner tail and lower midsection.

Dragonesses of varying scale colors and degrees of breeding were spotted passing her in the tunnel. Few who passed the dragoness had a slender body, were definitely young, and had innocent look to their faces. She could see their inexperience, watching them as those females were quickly spotted and followed by the bigger animals of the brood. With the older and more fertile females of the brood coming in passing, every single one of them had varying degrees of cum layered onto their bodies. Several of the females were more simplistic with breeding were generally, with their bodies, like her, had cum oozing from their orifice and marked generally coated around their midsection. She would pass by many of them in throngs. Most of them even wobbled similarly and were always seen heavy with a clutch and always searching for a chamber to lay their newest batch.

Those who were more... enthralled with the immersion of being plowed were generally and frequently covered with the fluidic layers of seed all over their bodies. Wherever they walked, a reeking aura called any male to come over and deposit their seed whenever they wished. She could see those dragonesses laying at the side of the tunnel walls, legs spread and always covered with a stream and a puddle of creamy white. And the more she continued to venture deeper into the hive of silk, the more rigid and creamy the smooth walls became.

At this point, the padding sounds of footsteps became splotchy marks of sticky residue of cum and femcum. The echoes of mingling voices were surrounded by moans and grunts of sexual vigor and mewling broodmothers. Even the onlook sights of walls and silken ridges were coated by the bodies of many dragons passing by. Only the spaced out areas were filled with dragons mounting, pinning, and plowing into dragonesses by the pile. Gangbangs and orgies were now a common sight, laying females on the sides were constant, and the smell of the area replaced the cool, windy clarity of emptiness with the hot moist feeling and smell of sweat, cum, and fuck.

By now, the dragoness reeled in the scents and rubbed her hind legs in lusty invigoration. The feeling of the smooth, silken, dried up cum marks rubbing against her flanks, she only mired at the heavy weight she was now gaining and randomly selected a joining tunnel and selectively picked out a breeding chamber to walk into. In here, the dragoness passed the entrance to the chamber and looked at several piles of eggs that only a few females were guarding.

Right at the head of the many nested egg piles, there sat a thickly set, heavy bellied, green dragoness standing before the pile. She looked at the recently bred crimson dragoness and nodded.

"How long ago were you bred?"

"Twenty minutes ago."

Not long into hearing the answer, the dragoness pointed to an empty corner in the chamber.

"Go lay there until you are ready to lay."

With that, the dragoness turned to her left and slowly approached the small slot and laid there. Given what her duties were, the dragoness merely laid in her empty, but safe corner of the chamber. She could see the dragonesses who stayed were broodmothers of a different kind, taking care of the young and raising them to prominence for how many hours it took before said hatchlings were sired to maturity. Even with the little bit of purpose and taut mindsets, it was enough for dragonkind here to survive even underneath the snouts of humanity.

Smiling, the crimson dragoness laid her head down and closed her eyes... ready to raise another clutch.