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Re-birthed from a Dragoness' Womb

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Roland Latore Speed

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Rene shoved his hands deep into his pockets, though there was not really a chill in the air for him to escape from. It simply felt better that way, even if the need to curl into himself and hide away was not something that he considered all that much at the forefront of his mind. He was not very noticeable, not through his school years and certainly not in college either, still living at home, though there were a lot of adult students those days that did that. Really, the only thing that set him apart, of reasonable height at five-ten, was his amber eyes. Yet even those were “dull" enough, if someone wanted to put it like that, to not be all that noticeable.

Still… He had his thoughts to keep him company as he hastened past the park, the suburbs at least safe enough for him. The play area had too many squealing children for his comfort and he had his sights set ahead of him, a little deeper, where there was a wooden area. That was usually more peaceful, considering that there weren't too many dog walkers around at odd hours.

Come…

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His feet changed their path without thinking, but Rene only thought that he was, well, deep in thought. It was not unheard of him to ease into his daydreams, to disassociate from reality to such a point that he felt as if he was living another life entirely. That was something that he was supposed to be working on, yet he wanted to escape something, even if he did not know what.

The drudgery? His college was interesting enough, but not enough to hook him, to make him feel as if it was worthwhile.

But maybe that was the day that everything was about to change. Maybe that day he would find something else, a different way of living, even if Rene was not yet to strike out on his own. That could be a good thought though – going on an adventure! Maybe even with dragons?

Come to me…

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That voice. He thought he was imagining it, following it deeper, the trees standing silent around him. But it called him on, making his way deeper, the trees darkening. Everything was perfect… Nothing to worry about… All there was left was peace. And that made everything okay.

The dragoness… She was there. He'd spent so long wrapped up in his daydreams and imaginings that he had not taken stock of what was right there before him, a towering beauty of a dragon with glowing, yellow eyes. She stood as if she belonged there, her tail curling back and forth lightly.

Rene stepped back, yet…forward at the same time. He didn't realise that he was inadvertently closing the space between them, the dragon's head lowering as her tongue flickered out. With deep, rich blue scales, the colour was accentuated by white plate scales lining the underside of her neck and belly, a thicker ruff almost of fur around the base of her neck and framing her shoulders.

Her? How did he know?

“I sensed your thoughts, human," she said quietly, not needing to raise her voice, as booming and deep as it already was. “Thoughts of dragons…another life, another world. Have you always dreamed this way? It is a wonder that I did not find you earlier, little one."

“Who…" He gulped, shaking his head, yet it was awe more than fear that swamped him. “Who…are you? What are you? Why are you here?"

Yet Rene's admiration of her could not be hidden. It was as if his daydreams and fantasies had finally come true, painted to life right there before his eyes. But could that be? Could things be as he really wanted them to be?

She lowered her head further, touching her nose to his forehead, the warm wash of her breath tickling his hair back from his face.

“Reirsyphys… You can call me Reirsyphys. And I have come for you, little one, as one of your intellect is too much for this world. This is not where you belong and I think you know that too."

He leaned into her, swayed by the dragoness' words, taking a shuddering gasp.

“Yes… I thought… I always thought…"

He didn't care what he was doing or even have an inkling of what it was, breathing deeply as if he had never breathed deeply before, never properly. She drew him in close to her, within the fold of her wing, the warmth of her body so tender, so sweet, that Rene felt as if all the worries in the world had dropped away from his shoulders.

How could he worry when there was so much rest to be had with her? It was what he had hoped for, the life that he had imagined time after time again, but had never dared to dream could come true.

“Little one… It's time to go now," Reirsyphys breathed, nuzzling at his hair, the human tucked in against her, dwarfing him entirely. “Come here. I've come to take you to your true home, as I do for the lost souls found in this world. This was never for you. Come…"

She half-turned, using the tip of her tail to gesture back under it, an opening under there that Rene would never have had the courage to point out if not for her directing his attention, however gently, to it.

He gulped. Her body… It was a single vent, a slit that offered entry to her body, different passageways contained within so that she could relieve herself and, of course, birth and take in what was needed for young to be formed within her womb.

Was that where…he was supposed to go?

“Your intellect does not belong here. Enter me, ease inside, follow your instincts. You deserve more than this."

He breathed more easily than ever, as if something had been lifted from his back, though he had been well-aware that it had been weighing him down for years upon years. Slowly, as if moving through a lucid dream, he took his T-shirt off, a little exposed and embarrassed, but not so much that he worried about what someone would say if he was caught. It was unlikely to cause any issues with a dragon there.

“Yes, now, little one. You're doing so well."

Reirsyphys was so tender, so motherly, that he could not help but lean into her words, the dragoness allowing him space to undress.

“Are… Is this okay?" He asked, needing clarification, fingers trembling. “I mean… Should I not?"

He didn't know whether he was to undress or not, it had simply felt right. Reirsyphys, however, was already nodding, gently and surely encouraging him on.

“It will not hurt you, it will not hurt me. No harm will come, I promise you. Do what is comfortable for you."

Down to his underwear, he shook his head and took a deep breath. He'd never liked those earthly things, feeling as if he was only wearing clothes to fill a gap in society. It was better in his bare skin, though that had only been something that he was able to do at home, on his own, the cool breeze nipping at his nudity.

“Come now, young one, when you're ready. Everything's okay."

She settled herself down for him, on her side, her hind legs pushed together and forward with her tail pushed back, vent exposed. As if he was called by a higher power, which she was, he crawled towards her, though he did not need to drop, wondrously sliding his hands over her scales, fingers dipping against her vent, tugging the edges apart lightly.

“You will fit, do not worry."

He glanced back at the park, the boring suburban life and studies that had never really interested him. It was a big change, something that he had never considered…but now that he had begun, he could hardly go back.

Rene didn't want to go back to the life he had been running away from for too long. Her vent beckoned him as he pressed his hands to the sides of it, the blue of her scales resplendent, as if a part of her was coaxing him on, even without Reirsyphys using any words at all. She was beautiful in every way and his heart lurched for her, pausing only briefly to press a chaste, reverent kiss to the side of her vent, entirely non-sexual.

“You will be fine, little one, in your own time. There's never any rush here."

He liked that, though he didn't know how to do what she was asking him to do, what his mind and his soul urged him to push on into.

He slipped inside her head-first, his hands groping blindly, feeling as if it was something far more intimate than what he should have been doing with her, considering that they didn't know each other. Maybe that was something he could ask her, if he could, in the future, though Rene did not know or understand what he was getting into.

Maybe that was for the best. He didn't want form or structure… He wanted the unimaginable. A world that took him where it willed, an adventure that he had always felt ready to step into.

A cavern of blue greeted him inside, able to see more than he had expected, despite it being as dark as it was in there. Was that dragon magic? Rene did not know, but he wanted to know, thirsty for knowledge as if that was what his dry, aching throat had needed more than any manner of water or beverage. Her passage, however, was soft and warm, though it did not close tightly around him. He should have realised, considering her size, that it would not have been difficult to enter her, though there was nothing sexual about it. It was like being encased in an embrace, yet a far, far more intimate, tender one that he had ever received from human arms. There, he was safe. There, he was protected. There, he no longer had to worry about anything else at all.

The dragoness around and above him purred softly and Rene imagined that her tail was swinging gently from side to side, half-crawling, half trying to sand. He could feel the shift of her body, but could not tell exactly what she was doing in such a position. He didn't need to, comfortable where he was, softly and slowly making his way deeper inside her.

Her passage stretched out before him, giving him an even greater appreciation for her size, her strength, how she held herself. Her insides were not perfectly smooth, but rather textured, though each soft round of flesh within, what he supposed would caress a partner in the bliss of mating, was tender to the touch. Rene could not help but touch her there, as much as he wanted to be respectful, but his heart beat harder and harder.

He had to be close… He had to be close to her womb, didn't he? His heart leapt into his throat, tightening there, though he had to keep going. After all that he had been through, a glowing light led him to his goal, he never again wanted to go back to that sad, forlorn reality.

The light in her womb did not make sense, with what he evidently understood of bodies and anatomy, yet the warmth of it, oh… Oh, how it called to him. It seduced him deeper, finding his way inside, though the entrance to her womb, her cervix, was nowhere near as tight or restrictive as he imagined it would have been.

“I knew you'd be coming, little one."

Oh… Oh, that was good. That made him feel better, warm all through, as if he was in a safe place, the light of her womb surrounding him, though he could still see the light hovering before him like an orb. Like the rest of her body, her womb was blue, mimicking the colour of her scales, though that mean too that her skin beneath her scales was most likely blue too. That was…interesting…but not interesting enough for him to not settle.

It was too warm and too comfortable to be in her womb, safe and protected, curling into a light ball, only as it felt natural. Rene wasn't trying to hunker down or hide in the slightest, though if he had been looking at his body, he might have seen the first touches of his changes settling upon him.

Around and above him, Reirsyphys hummed sweetly to him as if she was singing a lullaby, soothing him to sleep in one life to be reborn into another. His skin mottled lightly, blue spots freckling across his body, though it was only when something ached at the base of his spine that he took note.

No… No, no, no, he didn't want to open his eyes, but he had to, his hand feeling thick and heavy, unwieldy in away – but that didn't make sense. Rene was only just coming to see that such things did not need to make sense any longer, not as his limb transformed before his eyes. Not scaley, not really, but grey with blue splodges, his hand larger, more dragon-like. It was not as if he could mistake it for anything else than what it was, after all, not with Reirsyphys there as living proof that dragons existed.

She would hold him, care for him, allow him to transform inside her. His transformation slowly spread up his arm, as if one body part at a time was changing – but Rene had forgotten his tail. He shifted his weight from side to side, on his knees, the vertebrae of his spine popping lightly as his tail snaked out. It was not flesh-coloured for long, taking on a grey hue, blue lines, thick and curving around, marking the upper side, longer and longer, itching lightly as a little grey fluff and something yellow sprouted near the tip.

It was amazing, more amazing than it had any right to be as his belly turned white, his neck stretching, his transformation accelerating in pace. Or maybe that was because so many things were happening to Rene all at once, his body rushing into its new reality as if all he could see was a way in which to embrace it.

Rene whimpered, his jaw reshaping itself, becoming a little thicker around the cheek and the jawline, though he did not grow very much overall. He was…smaller, in fact, though a decent size for her womb still. Maybe not even smaller, though if anyone had before asked him what would happen with a draconic transformation, a growth in size would have been on the cards for him. But that was not for him to decide, not as Reirsyphys allowed him to shift.

His face would never again be human, the underside of his muzzle white, the grey darkening to blue all over his body where the white did not lie as if it had merely been his body acclimatising itself. It could not happen all at once, perhaps, but Rene was too overjoyed to care, his heart fluttering in his chest, leaping and shuddering, aching for the next thing.

His hair remained, the mop of brown shrinking slowly, retracting into his scalp. Rene parted his lips, tongue slipping out, though there was more tongue there than he remembered, becoming a little more useful, flexible, draconic in nature. It twisted back and forth as if it was eager for something that Rene could not put words to and he could not help but let out a tiny giggle, wriggling in place.

He was where he needed to be, exulting in it, the moment that he had known, in a way, that he'd been waiting for. His body tingled all over as the transformation set in, though he no longer could be a biped, not with four feet or four paws, however one wanted to look at it. His other hand transformed before his eyes, taking on the blue hue straight away, though the grey fluff on his tail, set a little back from the tip, thickened up too.

Curious, he curled in on himself as if he was making a C-shape with his body, his spine stretching, bones shifting into a new position, looking down the curved length of his body. The yellow spines right at the tip of his tail too grew longer with a funny kind of ache that, thankfully, did not cause any pain, though Rene did not expect it either. Seeing everything happen to him, however, did allow him to marvel at the wonder of the dragoness, all that she could do and was doing for him.

“You are special, Rene."

Yes… For her, he would be. He had to believe it. His feet had not yet shifted and he giggled softly as they changed, becoming larger, more claw-like at the tips, his nails itching as they became claws. A new sense of dexterity settled into him as he wriggled his toes, the skin changing to grey and then blue, close to the shade of Reirsyphys' scales, though it was hard to tell when he was tucked away within her womb.

Though his head was not fully dragon yet, his muzzle pulling out into a more reptilian shape, small horns and bony structures prickling to life around the back of his head and the curve of his cheek, his hair slipping away as if it had never been. He wished he had a mirror to see, though felt the bony structures, a crest of spines in yellow and horns in black, as if they possessed nerve endings.

There…he was nearly complete. Gone was any semblance of skin, his shoulders pulling back a little, becoming the position of a quadruped, his legs not too different, but his arms becoming forelegs with a higher shoulder and a bend in the other direction where he might have supposed his elbow was. With the anatomy of a dragon's foot, however, the bones lined up differently than what he may have expected, as if he was standing on his toes at all times, though perfectly comfortable.

Rene yawned softly, his black horns growing larger, thicker, pointed backwards triangles that he wanted to rub, though not as much as he wanted to rub his paw across his eyes. So sleepy… Yes, maybe he needed to rest. He had not rested in a long time, he was sure of it, and rest was a very good thing indeed.

Small flecks marked around his eyes, deepening the ridge of his brows a touch, as if that was where his expression would be held. There were no eyebrows, no hair present at all on any part of his body, groaning softly as he curled his tail back and forth.

He didn't need to worry about why he had become a dragon… It was simply right. He curled back and forth softly, admiring his new body, how everything felt so much more settled as a dragon, as if it was the form that he was always meant to take. There were variations in his scales, prickling to life to complete his transformation, the final nips of detail that framed his form overall.

He could no longer hear Reirsyphys' voice, feeling her touch on his mind instead. The rumblings of her speaking to him inside her womb had not been all that clear to decipher, yet the feel of her telepathically communicating with him was as clear as crystal.

This is the form that you were always meant to take. Now… Sleep, young one. Sleep.

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He yawned, closing his eyes. Yes… She was right. It was time to sleep.

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Sleep, my hatchling. Dream wonderful dreams where you touch the stars. Your time will come.

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The light. Oh, the light was back. He stared, though his eyes were quick to close as it enveloped him in a cool embrace, sealing him inside what could only be an egg. It was something that, in his past life, could have been considered claustrophobic, but only felt safe and secure in a moment like that, the shell of the egg hardening.

It was the right place to sleep, the right time to drift down and down and down. There, there were no worries in the world, none at all, a dragon, no longer a man. The egg closed in around him, softly cradling, holding him safe. As Rene slipped away into the sleep of a hatchling waiting for his hatching day, he knew no more of his past life. It was no longer needed.

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When you wake, hatchling, it will be to the life you always sought. Rest now, in my embrace.

With her little one safely encased and enclosed within her womb, Reirsyphys spread her wings, lumbering slowly to her feet. It was graceless in how slowly she moved, though she didn't want to disturb the sleeping hatchling within the egg, waiting to be born. He had come to her for rest and it was only his due that he got it.

No humans would see her as she took flight, buffeting the trees with gusts of air, taking to the skies, her magic cloaking her from eyes that would pry into her way of being, the lives of dragons bringing a new age of life and magic to the land. She rumbled a purr, singing her sleeping hatchling a lullaby as she flew, though the shift and sway of her body would have been more than enough as it was to lull him softly into a hatchling's slumber.

Far, far out of the city… Canada stretched out below her as she sought the boreal forests, the towering trees that harboured more wildlife in the wilderness of true nature. That was where her hatchling deserved to be born, where he had space to grow, time to learn, away from prying eyes that would not understand who or what he was.

Soon… All the little dragons in the world would come into her flock. They would know what was to happen in time, the little dragons, but she had a mission in the world, to save the lost, lonely souls. They could survive, of course, as human beings, but why would they ever want to remain human when they could become the image of the being that they had always longed for, to become?

She gave them a choice, she always did. No one had said no yet, always entering her passage willingly, transforming into dragon hatchlings within her womb. She dug a shallow nest, for he would not need to be buried in the soft, warm embrace of the earth for months, the egg dropping there softly and safely. Reirsyphys groaned lightly with the strain of laying the egg, though her body was ready for it, as ready as it was every time she laid.

It was good to have the egg laid, softening, nuzzling at it. Reirsyphys curled around it protectively. He would come, all in his own time, though he would not remember anything when he was born into his new life. They would enjoy their new life, learning everything anew, though Rene was still technically twenty years old. Since dragon hatchlings remained such for many more than humans, with their elongated lifespan, that would not be an issue at all for Rene.

His life, however, his history… He had not wanted that anyway and she was proud to nuzzle his egg with the wind whispering through the trees as the first crack appeared.

“Come, little one… Come to your new life, my son…"

The little dragon pushed and nipped at the inside of the egg, driven by instinct to break his way out. Out, out, he had to get out. He had to break out of it, chipping away as the crack spread and light filtered in.

Rene chirped excitedly. Out! He was nearly out! He had to get out, struggling through the grip of the egg into the bright light of the day, blinking softly as he tried to understand what was happening, all that he needed to come to pass. His tail swung lightly, coming up against the confines of the egg, though he was nearly out, his head and neck shooting free, scraping and scrambling towards the light and the large, blue mass of his mother.

Oh, he knew who she was instantly as Reirsyphys' head lowered to nuzzle him, giving him her name, though it would be some time indeed before he was able to speak it for himself. All he knew was that she was his caretaker, his loving mother, his heart burning fiercely with his bond to her. The first creature that he had seen on coming out of his egg, she gently picked him up in a forepaw, helping him free into the soft, dirt scoop of the nest.

“Welcome to the world, Rene…"

Reirsyphys purred softly, the tip of her tail curling back and forth, as she drew him to her, nuzzling and licking him clean, softly covering every inch of his body with her tongue. It took some time, but it was an important bonding moment for mother and son, though Reirsyphys wondered too what would have happen if he had kept his memories. They, however, would only bring him harm, even if the life he had left behind would need the fragments picked up by those that had been close to him. Or as close as any lives had been to the lost souls she took under her wing and into her womb.

It was all for him, all for those lost souls, why she did what she did. Rene licked and nuzzled back at her, blinking up at his mother, chirping softly, a bubble on his lips.

Reirsyphys chuckled softly.

“Little one… This life is going to be everything that you dreamed of."

But little Rene did not have dreams, not yet, not as he tried to find his feet, tail swinging back and forth. It knocked him off balance a little, though his mother was there to catch him, steadying him, setting him back on his feet.

“Oh, Rene… I will teach you everything I know, everything that there is to be about being a dragon," she purred, letting him headbutt her snout softly. “Would you like that, Rene?"

Rene chirped and bobbed his head, though he would come to understand the language of dragons in time, not being born with the innate ability. Yet anyone with sapience could learn language and Rene was as eager as she could have ever imagined to learn.

Rene screeched, bobbing and twitching his tail, though Reirsyphys welcomed him with a croon, her head pushed back and pointed towards the sky, her love spilling forth for him.

Her hatchling was going to grow into such a strong dragon…but he needed time to come to that.

They had plenty of time, while she took in the other lost souls of the world.

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A few years later…

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Rene leapt and cavorted through the forest, agile on his feet and seeking out butterflies. Stronger, he was able to better move and play, twisting in mid-air with a squeal, every inch a happy young dragon. He had grown a little too, though there was no rush for dragons to age, not when they had long, long lives – his mother had taught him that! And it had to be true, because his mother was the smartest, most beautiful dragoness in all the lands!

Whatever his mother told him, he believed, bursting over a tussock of grass with a playful laugh. Rene did not expect to catch the orange butterfly that he chased, zigzagging lightly back and forth with black lines on its wings, but he could not resist. It was play and it was practice, both simultaneously, as he pounced, clasping something small and fragile under the careful clutch of his forepaws.

“Mother!" He called, lifting his paw cautiously to find the butterfly perfectly intact underneath, a migrating species. “Look what I found!"

Reirsyphys joined him, lowering her large head down to her hatchling to peer at what he had found. Rumbling proudly, she nuzzled his neck, brushing her snout over the yellow spines lining the back side.

“Well done, Rene, that is a rare find. Are you going to let it go now? You've already been so gentle with it?"

Before, Rene had wanted to keep the butterflies that he caught, yet his mother had told him, gently, that all living things had a life to live in the world. It was not up to them as dragons to take that from any of them. She had taught him that. Rene did not doubt at all in his mind that his mother would have many, many more things to teach him as time passed, seeing only his life with her guiding him stretching out before him.

He learned to hunt with her and he learned to forage. He learned how to live with nature in perfect harmony, drinking from cool, clear rivers and taking their time up higher in the mountains too. At night, he nestled into the thicker fur around his mother's neck, resting his head there, even though she lightly teased him and said that her hatchling was getting too old for that now. In all actuality, Rene would never be too old. He would always be her hatchling.

Still knowing nothing of his earlier life, as Reirsyphys had deemed best for him, he played and learned, happier as a young dragon than he would ever have been. And she had promised him lots of brothers and sisters too, nestling and caring for an egg even then, that promised to bring another into the world. Reirsyphys had only said that she wanted to give him personal attention first. Even if Rene did not know what that meant, not yet, he knew that his mother loved him.

That was all he needed to know, content to sit with her and watch the stars in the night sky, finally at peace.

One lost soul, not so lost anymore after his re-birth.