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Walking along and holding hands all the while, the two lovers simply meandered along with an aimless motive to idly gaze at the various attractions. The other two friends could be seen at one point, as they were just heading in for their respective spots. Without paying them much more heed as Chris wiggled into something that more resembled a trash receptacle from a distance and Pat was being seated in some overblown ride. All the two really wanted was to have a quiet time together.

Most of the rides seemed to consist more or less of some sort of thrill. Not everything was completely based upon dragons it would seem. Perhaps it was just too expensive to power such large objects, and especially out in a barely developed forest that the friends didn't even realize had power lines running beneath the ground. The food smelt good enough in the very least, and that would be saying a lot as the two had wished to cut back on the less healthy of meals in an effort to get each other in shape. There was barely a thing the two could disagree on, and even if there was, it took hardly more than a couple minutes for them to agree on a resolution.

Only one ride caught there attention, and that would have been the Ferris wheel. Larger than what they would have seen otherwise in previous carnivals visiting the town, it as well was something truly to behold. Sculpted with perfect articulation in the scales each of the earthen brown and green segments seemed laden with crystal. It was, at the same time, an amusing ride for certain. Perhaps it was a reference the Egyptian Ouroboros, as the wheel itself was a dragon holding its tail via the mouth.

The only problem with it was that there were none in line for it. As spectacular as the wheel appeared to be there was no interest. Upon closer investigation there would be a sign just at the gate. Simply stated, the inscribed words upon the sign stated how the Ferris wheel was experiencing unspecified internal malfunctions. Looking at each other, the two lovers had to take a moment to ponder what sort of inner workings there were to a Ferris wheel. It was really just a simple spinning ride, or so they thought. There was a suggestion at the bottom of the sign, instructing those who wished to find another laid back ride may try the tunnel of love, located at the center back of all grounds.

"Hmm, well we may as well go to that then. It's kind of what we wanted anyways... poor dragon here, though. Guess he bit off more than he could chew, eh? Hah!"

The girlfriend giggled at her lover's joke about the Ferris wheel having been broken down. After all, when looking at it, the wheel itself seemed fairly oblong as if too much of the tail had been stuffed into the mouth of the dragon by design. Both turning to leave, she looked back and up at the ride. It was a beautiful piece of art after all, and particularly with the painted eyes. She could have sworn the artist depicted an emotion upon the face, but ironically, that of both discomfort and annoyance. It certainly fit the situation rather well.

Having to walk back past where their two friends had left, they made note of how the two hadn't seem to come out of their rides yet. No one could be seen exiting the roller coaster despite a small but steady line waiting to hop on. The game, which they could not see it would be by walking next to, hadn't ejected Chris despite them able to see that the time limit had run out. It was a quick assumption, between the two, that they had probably just met up again to go elsewhere. Maybe they had simply gotten bored with the carnival quicker than anticipated. Neither were very worried about their situation in any case, as it wasn't even close to the time which all agreed to meet up at.

Their stroll took them down the path that the sign suggested, and before long, they came across what was the most elaborate looking tunnel of love from the outside they had ever seen. It didn't seem to be entirely themed after dragons save for large heads coming out from the building. Both dragons were symbolic in a way, for one was primarily blue and the other was mostly red. The left was clearly meant to be an aquatic dragon, for the fins along its jawline and atop the head along with the oceanic coloration made it more than obvious. The other on the right, however, exhibited a bit more regal of vim with a small beard and lush mane. A mixture of orange and red hues made it clear that this was also more of a fire dragon than anything else. It was a sign that even polar opposites can perhaps find true love in one another.

Better yet was how the two were positioned next to each other and interacted. A large bar was set in place, hanging in the air, for the two dragons to have their frontward paws to rest upon; the closest respective paws of each other resting atop of the other's. The necks were shaped to be bent downwards and inwards to create a clear heart shape once you looked up above when below them, with the indent of the heart being the two snout tips touching together. Every now and again clever animatronics would enact themselves to just barely extend a tongue from either of the dragon to give a gentle lick across the other's muzzle in a sign of affection.

"Wow that is... so sappy, but it's just too cute!"

"Sappy sure, and cute too, but why did they have to choose that design for the blue dragon? It kind of reminds me a bit too much like a fish. Fish kinda smell bad, ya know? It's not very... oh, eurgh, what the hell?!"

The boyfriend's response to his lover was cut short by a sudden glob of thick liquid splattering down upon his body. It felt like a thick slime that perfectly engulfed his body while being lukewarm, and giving him a slight tingle down his spine due to the texture. His girlfriend began to giggle uncontrollably at the sight of him holding out his arms and shaking his hands in surprise and disgust at the liquid which, as though he were asking for it, really did have the smell of fish upon it. Having fallen just after the blue dragon gave a lick to the red. He would assume it to be some sort of low effeciency oil that was used for short durations despite it not at all having the color or consistency which would be complementary for actual lubricant. As the two walked in, both eventually becoming amused at the situation, a differnet interaction took place between the dragon heads above. The blue one gained a slight smirk and innocent glint in the emerald eyes, while the red gave a slight glare as if warning how one was overstepping a fine boundary of what was acceptable or not. It wouldn't otherwise be seen unless far enough away from the ride, and even then, human eyes would be unlikely able to pinpoint the very slight change and temporary change.

Heading inside the two could quickly take note of another sign. Stating, simply, that the ride was free for the sake of promoting the harmony of individuals and on behalf of the company itself. Right below was a small basket with a chained pen and several papers. All it asked for was the names of those getting in on the same ride in a standardized test style of filling in bubbles.

"Aw c'mon; sure the ride is free but then you probably have to pay for any pictures afterwords. That is such a stingy trap." Michael rolled his eyes, as his name was seen from filling in his name.

"Can't expect them to make a living operating all this stuff without charging something, right? I mean it is pretty impressive. "Michelle explained in a matter-of-fact tone while filling out and inserting her card into the machine.

Even the duo's names cemented together perfectly it would seem, and both could even become interchanged depending on the language of origin. A certain magic was surely had for such a perfect couple, in the same way that a aquatic and fire dragon could become lovers. Both looked into each other's eyes, as if thinking the exact thing, and just smiled. Despite Michael still being covered in a thin film of the liquid from before.

Not a moment later would a automated boat come from the side. Before leaving the sign, Michael reached within another basket that was on the opposite side of the sign. Complimentary glowsticks were being given, no doubt as a way to see your lover and ensure that nothing too awkward would take place.

There were two paths they could come from, either left or right, and looking down into the darkness of the ride they could also take a random path as there didn't appear to be an option to choose. What made the boat itself a little more amusing was that, instead of being a typical swan with an arched neck, was that it was fashioned after a eagle-headed and lion-bodied gryphon. It wouldn't make much sense, after all, for a carnival themed around mythical dragons to have something as simple as a swan riding them along and below two dragons. With Michael helping his lover inside the boat after stepping in himself, the two sat down. Without any time to spare the boat coasted through the clear water while lacking a single bump and taking the two into a private darkness along the right.

Before long there was a certain smell in the air that both caught quickly with their noses, sniffing to themselves. It wasn't a scent which assailed their nostrils with offense, but instead was something that brought them huddling together in a snuggling fashion. It was a faint fragrance, yet it seemed to be effecting their minds on a more intimate level. Both ignored the lacking sound of water lapping at the bottom of the boat as the tunnel around them seemed to close in around them. Despite being unable to see one was still at least able to sense their surroundings by other senses.

The two were a generally clean couple. They had no interest in deeper affections other than the simple love of being together and in such good company. Air in this region, however, changed them slightly. Looking towards each other, despite being unable to see, their noses touched together. Stroking a hand through Michelle's hair, Michael sought to bring the interactions on a deeper level. Utilizing his other hand he began to curl up the bottom of her shirt with purpose to remove it over time. His hand in the long hair moved dowards and through back neck of the shirt with reason to unfasten the bra she adorned. Her movements helped encourage him as her own hands busied themselves by having an arm wrap around his side and gently press against his back. The other moved further down, pressing along his hips in a manner he perceived as pleaseantly provacative.

It was going so fast for both of them, and they didn't understand why. Neither of them would in their right mind ever begin moving upon each other in such a quick pace. All of it felt so unnatural, yet they felt outright compelled. Scents within the air increased in intensity as it could be identified as much more of a rich musk than anything else. Taking deep breaths in through the thick pheremones helped seal their actions and work with greater intent. Temperature of the air around them increased exponentially over time which if nothing else forced them to think about taking their clothing off anyways, at least in small amounts, to relieve some of their own body heat; let alone the heat they thought existed from their own clearly aroused states. In unison they turned their heads to the sides to lock lips together just after her shirt was removed. His hand gently grasping the finely shaped breasts which teased him from their silhouettes at all time while hers invaded the privacy beneath the jeans. A quick and simple teasing squeeze from each other was all that could occur after being abruptly interrupted by the boat flipping over on its side and spilling the two out.

Both would fall within a heated liquid that caught their fall with an amazing grace, but the splat within along with their sense of touch allowed them to recognize just how thick of a substance they had fallen within. It was clearly not water, for it was way too viscous, and the transferrance of heat to their bodies from the liquid was not consistent with that of water in any means. The goopy sauce clung to their bodies with amazing strength, with reason to seemingly pull them under. For just a moment, as the two flailed against, their endurance prevailed only long enough to force their bodies upright.

Flavoring the liquid, as they had been submerged and in suprise with open mouths, allowed them full awareness that beyond it all this could be unanimously voted as having zero comparisons to water other than being in a liquid state. It was first and foremost a salty sort of slime, but with a endearing presence of delectable spices and heat to it that set it apart from anything else they ever tasted. Beyond that it caused their mouths to tingle in a tickling sensation, and the feeling only spred as their bodies waded barely in goop. Holding together via hands so as to not lose each other, they stayed silent and took deep breaths to calm themselves. Both were able to realize, at this moment and beyond reason, began to realize that the musk they were smelling was that of a verile beast.

They were inside the dragon, and the dragon was real. Neither could understand how they subjugated their doubts, but they just knew it to be true. A certain magic hung in the environment, and they felt each other like never before. It was as if they were coming closer together by simply stewing in the heated liquid to a point that their consciousness became a collective. Both of them were able to feel, or more specifically lose the feeling, of their lower torsos.

A light green glow began to show itself from Michael's left pant pocket, as the small glowstick from before floated upwards by somehow gaining bouyancy in the nearly impossible liquid for the two humans to even stay afloat in. Looking at each other, their eyes went wide. They were stuck in a wide cave of sorts, the luminosity of the glowstick being too weak to reveal just where the walls were. The liquid itself was opaque but otherwise a deep white. Both knew they were inside one of the giant testicles of the dragon, but if seeing was believing, they had proof among themselves at this point.

Looking back at each other their own features of their bodies began to erode away. The hue of their bodies turning a white similar to that of the liquid they floated in as their forms slowly melted down into the same substance. There didn't appear to be any pain in the process, and instead the two brought themselves close together in a tight hug. Both the bodies melding together, to a point, as they slowly converted down in the seed that they stay afloat in. Nothing but utter happiness filled their minds despite both realizing that this was the end. Somehow the thought pierced their minds that this, out of any way to go, had to be the most romantic. They would be together forever as a collective liquid meant for creating life in another creature. Their minds may live on to grace another being, and one that they deemed more worthy than them. It was an honor.

Several minutes passed by of the two sharing thoughts seemingly telepathically and otherwise silently of nothing but joy for one another. Their senses were shared with that of the dragon which consumed them. Slowly all recognizability was lost in their human forms as they puddled down to spread inconspicuously inside the lake of seed. Their thoughts finally ceased after being fully converted, and nothing left of them could be brought back. Even the boat and the glowstick faded into obscurity and became the substance that they now were comprised of.

It didn't take long for officials of the neighboring towns to realize that there was a distinct lack of communication coming from the town that the carnival had been set up for. Anyone coming to investigate the town would be chilled at how it become that of a ghost town overnight. The only traces left behind were tracks of vehicles leading into the forest which took them at a dead end. Multitudes of vans, cars, trucks, and everything inbetween lay stuck in the brush and between giant trees. It was as if the automobiles had been stuck there for several years with the forest growing around them, but they were clearly seen as having been there for no longer than a day. The site of the carnival itself was simply that of the forest which surrounded it the day prior. No traces of it would be found, save for a few lucky search parties that were able to find extremely polished and flat gold coins; they coming upon the conclusion that a very strong acid must have shined and given the pieces such a smooth surface.