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Save Point: Keselt Meets The Dragon Windfugue

Somewhere Under Whitepoint Cove

Long story short, they'd found the entrance to the underground cave and tunnel complex looked very sound and sturdily built, despite obviously having been unused for a couple of hundred years, so they decided to explore it and look around, concluding that it couldn't be too large since it would have to terminate at the coast, where there was probably an exit. After sending everyone their last known position in case anything went wrong, Keselt pulled on her spare set of thermal gear, which was made from a sort of stretchy material with one piece for the body like a swimsuit, and separate pieces for the lower legs and arms. It was really intended for the beach and windsurfing, rather than some improvised underground exploration.

Sethkill did likewise, only he'd insisted on getting a slightly heavier design by the same company which had tensile filaments braided through it to make it less likely to tear. Then they both put on suitable carrying jackets over the thermal gear, so they could transport lights, some snacks, and so forth over the top. They were confident they wouldn't need heavy equipment or boots, because the floors were either well-made flagstones, or smoothly worn natural stone eroded by many previous feet. In some cases, a runnel down the center of the floor showed that descending tunnels also acted as drainage paths to prevent water accumulating in the rooms of the complex.

Everything was going well until Keselt fell suddenly when part of the floor at the outer edge of a room collapsed, after she went to look out through what appeared to be a window into a naturally occurring cavern. It seemed the ancient stonework, though well-made, had been undermined from the outside and she went sliding down the slope into the darkness, losing her jacket and most of its contents as it saved her from any number of pointy protrusions and finally snagged on one of them. Her thermal suit was less lucky and got shredded across the front and back, losing most of its ability to cover anything, but she was mostly unharmed and was able to call up to Sethkill that she seemed to have landed on an external path some considerable distance down.

In order to avoid making the same mistake, possibly with far less fortunate consequences, Sethkill called down that he would look for another way around to the same path, preferably one with actual stairs. He suggested that the fact that there was an actual cavern meant that they must now be near the coastline, so if she kept going in the right direction, getting out might be as simple as walking out onto the beach.

Sure enough, Keselt could see a very faint light in the distance that looked like it might be coming in through some sort of cliffside opening, so after pausing briefly to regain her equilibrium and wrestle the rags of the thermal bodysuit into some semblance of order, she started walking towards it. Much to her surprise, however, it turned out that the cavern she was already in was just a side branch, along some sort of fault-line, to a much larger system of interconnected caverns of really quite considerable size. The air was relatively fresh, with a slight hint of salt, and so she knew she must be getting close.

Sure enough, she soon found herself walking into the light as the end of the tunnel led out onto a small natural platform overlooking the biggest cavern of all. Unlike all the others, it was distinctly dusty, presumably because small particles of sand and other minerals could make their way in with the flow of fresh air and then settle out to accumulate all over the floor, despite the fact that it was quite dry and seemingly just above sea level.

Just as she was wondering how to get down, she noticed that there was something really very big buried on the floor under all that dust. It had a sort of bronze or brassy color, like the crashed remains of some sort of large exotic aircraft, but the dust and its sheer size obscured the edges and made it difficult to see exactly what it was beyond its being made of large metal plates. As she got closer to the edge to try and get a better look at it, more carefully this time because of what had happened earlier beside the window, several small rocks went tumbling off the edge and fell a quite considerable distance, bouncing several times, to impact with whatever it was and produce a loud metallic clang as they struck its dusty exterior panels.

She was understandably surprised when the object suddenly moved, first twitching slightly and disturbing the layers of dust, then rising up with considerable speed to reveal a shape more reminiscent of some ancient fossil than an aircraft, limbs and tail unfolding. At the front a vast green and gold slitted eye sprang open, suddenly pristine and reflecting the light against all the hazy dust, and then the rising accelerated as a vast pair of wings snapped upright and open.

The rush of air as the wings beat and rose entirely past her made her stagger and cough on some of the dust herself. The creature, surely some sort of ancient reptile, was bigger than she could ever have believed a living thing could get, which was certainly why her first impression had been of some sort of crashed historical aircraft or long mothballed flying machine. As the wings swept past and were slowed by the sheer volume of air they were displacing, she had time to notice that rather than consisting of rigid bone, the phalanges of the wings terminated in long flexible curved structures that could seemingly modify the shape of each wing on the fly, like something out of a purely imaginary design drawing. But surely, something with that many scales on it and of such vast size could never fly, no matter how well designed its wings?

When the wings rose, hung briefly in place, and then the one nearest her descended slightly, she suddenly found out just what else those extended structures could do. They closed around her with astounding swiftness, curling about her legs and wrists with great efficiency, then lifting her up into the air all askew and spread-eagled, holding her half-naked and on display in one of the beams of descending sunlight so the vast examining eye could focus clearly upon her and see just what had disturbed its sleep. The blood rushed about her body from being spun around like that, and she gave definite consideration to screaming loudly in the traditional manner, but then she noticed something that was sufficient to distract her into silence as the enormous reptile looked at her.

The creature hadn't just been sleeping, it had been dreaming, and it had been having some very, very pleasant dreams. Between its legs, the huge barbed mother of all morning erections was boldly extended from its genital slit, not ragingly hard but just enjoyably full and thick, the size of a large ballistic missile with its own circulatory system.

She would've covered her own muzzle in a combination of embarrassment and amazement, if her hands hadn't already been forcefully restrained. As it was, she writhed a bit against the grabbing wingtips purely out of instinct, before it occurred to her that maybe the creature should be just as startled and embarrassed as her to have been surprised out of a wet dream. So she took another good long stare at its cock, and then looked it in the eye.

In response, there was what she thought at first was a roar, until it turned into a cough. The creature swallowed and then blinked several times, clearing its scaly throat.

"I am the dragon Windfugue," it announced in a low earth-shaking bass rumble, barely moving its mouth, evidently trying to keep the volume down to a mere thunderous whisper. The pronunciation and intonation of the words was archaic, yet surprisingly comprehensible, probably conversational speech from the century the creature had last been awake. Keselt stayed quite silent, merely raising her eyebrows and refusing to break his gaze.

"It sounds much more fierce and impressive in my own language," conceded the dragon.

~*~

"Would you like some orme?" offers Windfugue, holding out a small handful of the white-powdered, decomplexed gold. "I make it myself, you see, from various heavy metals. It's good stuff."

Since orme is supposedly an enormously expensive drug, not because of illegality but officially because of the relative scarcity of the ingredients and the amount of energy needed to prepare them, they are quick to take him up on the offer. The reality is of course more complex, because everyone wants orme but no-one wants it to be known that that they take it, and all production is heavily regulated and tracked. A dragon who can blend his own is a wonderful thing.

Keselt, being classy, takes a pinch in either hand, holds it to her ears and then snorts it neatly, to get it to the chi centers of her nervous system as efficiently as possible. Sethkill, being a little old-fashioned, simply breathes it in and swallows at the same time, to spread it over as many internal membranes as possible. Keselt's little trick can burn the nerve sheaths if done too frequently.

Orme dust produces a feeling of pleasure and well being by increasing the users magical ability, as it introduces additional quantum-spin interfaces into the brain and nervous system. It also has the peculiar side effect of sometimes making the user slightly sparkly, as individual light quanta in their immediate environment do strange things which are detectable to the naked eye. This has led to it being known as 'stripper dust' and distributed semi-anonymously in clubs popular with young whores and strippers. Of course, in reality it's entirely possible to find out who took what, given that the dust itself is tagged, but the illusion of anonymity is sufficient to allow the users to indulge themselves without fear of social upset. In that sense, it's just like anything else.

Sethkill takes another dose, because his method is slower. Keselt is already looking joyful, leaning back stretching and relaxing, with a smile on her muzzle.