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As you begin to wade through the swamp, the mucky water invades your shoes, soaking them to the brim, your bearings completely shot. Due to a dare from your "considerate" friends, you were trekking through this area, no way to find your way back home. You were essentially lost. Attempts to call for help were futile: the phone couldn't get a signal and your voice was eaten by the encroaching darkness and fog. Nothing but the sounds of your feet sloshing and leaves rustling filled the area. You begin to blink for a moment, wondering about the second sound.

As your eyes scan the area, you see nothing but muck and trees. The trees scattered around the area had perished a long time ago. Nothing even resembling a leaf caught your eyesight. It's probably nothing, you try to convince yourself. All you needed was to back track, find your friends who had probably been worried sick about him and then everything would be fine. With a sigh, you continue to trudge through the area. A few minutes of silence pass, and you become uneasy. The fear of not being able to get out of this swamp began to creep slowly into your mind. Would you never see your family again, your idiotic friends that coerced you into coming here in the first place?

All these questions and more began to cloud your mind as you soon stopped in what seemed like the middle of the area. In the depths of the fog, had you been in your normal state of mind, you would see a pair of eyes illuminated in the thick fog. They soon disappeared as fast as they appeared, leaving you alone with your crazed thoughts. Not even a minute later, the same set of piercing orbs appear and catch you off guard. A deep rumble catches your ears, along with the sounds of a tongue flapping around rabidly.

A sharp gulp escapes your throat as you finally take notice of whatever seems to be lurking within the fog. By then, your legs don't seem to be responding. "Move!" you cry inside your head, but your legs don't get the message. Seconds tick by and whatever is behind the fog soon decides to make itself known. The draconic animal loomed over you, pearly white fangs shining as his whiskers flowed in the nonexistent wind. As he stepped forward, more and more features began to make itself known.

The dragon crouched and it still towered over you in a mess of green fuzz, thick, bulging muscles pushed against the fur which had been mysteriously clean save for his legs which were caked with dried swamp water and vines. the vines themselves shook around slowly, some of them constricting around his calves and arms. As you kept looking down, you began to notice that the dragon-monster-thing was also aroused.

His length bobbed between his legs, the thick black shaft throbbed, only semi hard as a few vines began to wrap around and constrict it, a deep, pleasurable growl escaping from his throat. Pre-seed soon began leaking, the sounds of the liquid dripping the dirty waters finally being a signal for your legs to begin running. As you scrambled to your feet, having fallen and not even acknowledging it, you began to run, blood pumping through your legs as you urged to get away from this beast.

As you began to ran, you were soon stopped. Some mysterious force had kept you still. As you looked down, a multitude of vines had wrapped around your legs in the time you had stayed near the dragon. Shrieking, you begin to try and rip the vines off, only for more to take their place and gain a hold of your wrists. You writhe and shake, but it's futile. You'd been caught in his trap from the very beginning. Still attempting to break free from the iron clad grip of the plants, the vines simultaneously begin to drag you back to the spot from which you'd run in the first place. His eyes glowing a sickly green, the dragon sat in the mucky water, his length thick and drooling as he rubbed an ebony claw against the flesh, his spine tingling from the touch. He was sure that he'd get a good kick out of you. The smirk on his muzzle only continued to widen as you kept squirming around like a pig caught in the slaughter.

"Is he gonna kill me? Is he going to turn me into...that?" thoughts like these begin to swim around in your head as you draw closer to the grinning beast. His hair shook wildly, the sounds of leaves rustling in the wind reaching your ears. A solid reminder that he had a chance to leave, and he squandered it. The dragon's tail swished behind him, the long appendage thumping the water for a few moments.

As you stared the creature eye to eye, his mouth began to move, forming only one word. The same word you'd hear for the indeterminate time you were trapped.

"Mine."