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Once again the sun rose over the kingdom of Glander with the early morning rays washing over the houses, castle, and ships, waking all those from their slumber. Yet, this morning found a number of people outside the kingdoms walls, all wearing heavy armor with a few holding down a horse and preparing the stallion for its journey, once its rider arrived. The king was one of the people there and was eagerly awaiting his champions arrival, unsure of where he was.

"Sire! Sir Armor is approaching!"

The king looked to his messenger then to where he was pointing. A wide smile coming onto his face as he looked upon the heavily armored form of a knight that was quickly earning his favor. He did want to know how the man got his black armor to shine so brightly, as if he polished it for days on end. However, his mind was more concerned on why Rick had his helmet on. He dreaded looking upon that helmet, it looked as if it was a demons head ripped off and placed over his own.

"Sir Armor! We've been waiting! Your horse is ready! Been loaded with everything you've asked for and then-some!"

Rick uttered not a word and mounted himself onto the house before kicking it in its side, in the normal gesture to get them moving, and was off down the road before the king could utter so much as another word. Everyone there was expecting the king to be outraged and was awaiting a yell, or something! Yet, the king only held a smile so wide that they thought it would rip his face apart, before he simply made his way back to his castle.

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Pink reclined down onto her belly and was panting heavily. She had to use more of her energy then normal to evade her kids, who had given quite the chase. She was beyond grateful that they were now on their way back to the kingdom, with her resting near a small stream while she tried to regain her breath and energy.

Only one thought was on her mind now, to find this Rick Armor. She would hunt him down to the ends of the earth if needed! Every cave would be searched, every hole in the floor, every cloud in the sky, and every tree top! The gods themselves could not hide this man from her. Too much had happened to her and her mate, she was going to get revenge for this and then move onto the Council members after this. They had to have been the ones to have told a dragon slayer about where he was.

"My my my...what's a pretty little female like yourself doing in my territory?"

She shot her head around and both slits tightened as her eyes fell upon a dark green raptor male. She had forgotten the raptor clans had began to move closer towards the kingdom, but regardless, not her main concern right now. From his movements and posture, she knew exactly what he was looking for, and the obvious sight of his cock out of his own vent helped the matter. He wanted a mate, but he wasn't going to get one out of her.

"Go away you filth, before I rip your neck open."

Her eyes tightened as she heard that clicking laugh that emit from her kind and simply launched herself upon the male, who was clearly taken by surprise. He maybe bigger then her, but he only went down harder because of it and without even a second thought, her head shot down and her maw locked around his throat before giving a quick twist, snapping his neck and seizing any and all struggles before he could even try. She did not have time to waste upon useless peons such as this.

"May the gods take pity upon your soul."

She stood and moved back over to the stream, quickly drinking her fill before launching herself back into the chase. Resuming her hunt.

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Rick slowly eased down and laid back upon a tree while searching through the four packs he had told the king to have saddled to the horse. Food and supplies, along with a few random oddities. One such thing was a flute, to which he held gingerly in his hands. Something in him had craved for him to acquire one, and the king must have been feeling playful with it. Since its own design mimicked his armor. Black with blue parts and a Cherry Blossom design upon it, how funny...

"Well...let's see if I can even play this thing."

He moved the mouth up to his own and gently blew into it while his fingers began to move as if they had their own mind, seemingly knowing just how to play it. To himself, he sounded like any normal musician. Not grand, but good. It was actually quite shocking to find himself able to play this thing, but then again, he had no memories of his past so. His eyes closed as he continued to play and the day withered on past without him realizing it. When he did place that flute back into the pack, he was astonished to find it was dusk, the sun slowly settling down over the far mountains that lead off into the Dragon Kingdom.

"Whoops...best get back to my hunt."

A long groan left him as he threw the pacts around his shoulders and began his walk, having long since rid himself of the horse. He always did prefer to walk and work all his muscles, rather then burden a horse with his weight, and supplies. He knew it would take him longer, but it was worth it in the end. He had already told Azura his trip would take far longer then what the king had said, due to him taking his time and a plan he had formed for the dragoness.

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Pink looked into the sky as she was perched upon a cliff overlooking a wide section of the forest. It was odd...there was a weird feeling in her chest, like...someone was near her. But, being feral right now, her senses and magic would have told her already, yet...nothing. She had even walked in circles stalking the nearby areas. There was a raptor clan to the south currently engaged in their mating cycle, a troll party to the north, and a troll with an elf back towards the west. None of which she knew.

"By the gods!"

Her head shot up as she heard that voice and instantly shot off towards the east, not even bothering to stay hidden in the bush. She knew that voice, it was far off, far far off. The wind had carried it. Her body lowered down and her claws dug into the floor with each stride, using every ounce of strength in her body to speed her along. That was Zatos voice!

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Rick slowly eased himself up off the tree he had slammed into and groaned before tumbling onto the floor. He was foolish to have asked for one of those Quick Silver potions, that was unbearable! He had slammed into that tree like a bee to a hammer! He was aching all over from the collision and thankful beyond belief that he was smart enough to use a magic shield at the last second, how he had summoned it he wasn't concerned with at the moment.

"Ok...no more being curious about those damned potions......NEVER AGAIN!"

He groaned as he forced himself to sit up, regretting an instantly later as the world suddenly went upside down. He don't know how far he had gone, but damn did he go far. He shook his head hard to settle the world to it's correct position and slowly stood on wobbly legs, shredding off his armor to check for injuries. Left gauntlet, left shoulder brace, left arm armor completely off and to which he seen that arm was fine. He had no more then undid one of the straps of his right gauntlet before something hit him like a boulder and he was back on the ground with a heavy weight felt even through his armor, both eyes shut from the impact and yet another groan emitting from him.

"You are the filth that killed my mate! You wretched human pig!"

That voice...it was oddly familiar. Slowly, he opened both eyes to see two bright yellow slits staring down at him and a bright pink raptor a top, well...raptor...ess from the sound of that hissed voice. Oddly enough he was not scared, he actually felt...comforted by the sight of this angered soul.

"Do I know you...you sound so familiar."

The raptor gave a disgusted face and backed off the human, a low growl emitting from her as she began to tap those sickle like toe claws into the ground, eyes locked onto him.

"Do not disgrace me! I know no Dragon Slayer! You stole my mates life! His armor! His...memories! Rise and fight me you ugly beast! Place upon that stolen armor so I may cut each piece from that flesh hide!"

He couldn't help but give this raptor a sadden look from behind his helmet and simply did as she asked. Rick lowered himself and replaced the left arm armor upon his arm, but forgot to redo the straps on his right hand. He had no weapons, well...summoned, and neither did this raptor. Fist to...er...claw it would be.

"I do not...remember fighting a raptor-"

A loud snap sounded out as she bite the air, a deep growl emitting from her with soft clicks coming out as well.

"He was no raptor! He was a Dragon! Do not disgrace his name you idiot!"

Rick couldn't help but gain a look of complete and utter bafflement. There was no way...the dragon he had slayed not even a week before? No...he wore no armor save for the scales on his hide. Couldn't be that one...maybe in his "past" life? No...when had he killed another dragon before this one he was questing after, and the one who fell to his blade before? None, as far as he could remember.

During his little off world experience and thoughts, Pink had moved off of the human below her and simply stood back a few paces. Something was odd about this human, most would have long since began attacking without asking why and how come. However, here he was, simply laying on the ground off world thinking for some odd reason with her, a dangerous predator and killer, almost completely ignoring the fact. Correction, he WAS completely ignoring the fact she was here. How could on be so bold...or ignorant to ignore that a raptor was eyeing you up for the kill!

"Ma'am, I am truly sorry but I do not remember slaying any dragon that wore such an armor as this."

She eyed the human with a deadly glare as he rose and stood before her. His voice held complete truth, not a tinge of dishonest in each word spoken by him. Yet he could not be believe, he was a human, they were grand liars. One could pose himself as a king without the kings true sons not even realizing it.

"Lies! You wear the ancient markings of the elders! You wear a Cherry Blossom pattern on you! Black armor with blue trimmings! I know that armor like I know myself! I was the one to forge it!"

That caused Rick to completely lose it. How in the hell had he acquired this armor? Surely he could not have killed such a beast and then just simply thrown his armor on...no, that was impossible. It would take ages to reforge a piece.

"Ma'am...one could not do such a-"

A yell of pain came from deep within him as he felt a searing pain in his left shoulder and took a few steps back before collapsing onto his knee. When he looked up, he dreaded the sight. A pink arrow had firmly perched itself deep into his shoulder, and from the feel of it, had penetrated all the way through. He forced himself to look to the Pink raptor before him and seen her holding a magical bow, a pink aura shaped into a long bow.

"Three...two...one."

His eyes shot open as a searing pain rushed through his entire body once she had said one. It felt as if his insides were melting! He couldn't even scream out! His voice was gone and his body was not responding to his commands! He was on his back, squirming and writhing in unbelievable pain with that raptor over him with a sickening grin!

"Don't worry...that wont kill you...I have far more planned for one such as yourself, but first I must take off the armor you stole."

She was confident in her spell, having practiced it upon Zato himself, and simply crouched down over him and undid the straps for his helmet and slide it off. The look of pain upon his face was...wait? White hair, blue eyes, scars...the most prominent being the three slash scars over his right eye. No...In a flash of movement she moved herself to the side and gripped the humans right arm and hauled it up, ripping off the gauntlet and gasping to the sight. The brand of banishment! This was no Dragon Slayer! This was a Dragon! This was Zato!

"Off me you bitch!"

Her eyes shot open as she was suddenly thrown against a tree and roared out from the impact. She didn't even have time to move before a armored boot was swiftly placed against her stomach, forcing all air out of her lungs. How could he move! This should have paralyzed him completely...unless Zato had lied about the effects...

"I do not remember killing your mate! I have no knowledge of my past life! Forgive me for any foolishness I had committed then and allow the right to continue on with my new life! If you want the armor, here!"

She lifted her head just in time to notice each and every piece of the armor fall from him without a single movement of his hands. It was Zato, no doubt about it now. She tried to gasp out for him to stop, doing her damndest to get air back into her lungs, before he was already gone. Leaving her there with the armor around her before unconsciousness claimed her and sent her mind wondering.

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Rick paused his sudden sprint near a river and planted himself down next to a tree, thick, ragged breaths coming from him. The pain was still there, every single dot of it. No matter...he had to finish this quest...bare handed if he must. After a few moments rest he gave a firm shake of his head and moved next to the river. He didn't have to look at the reflection long to notice how much blood was coming from his wound. He would most likely not make it back in this condition.

"No! I must!"

He tore the shirt from his body and began to tightly wrap it around the wound, gritting his teeth as he did. It wouldn't buy him too much time, but as long as he made it back to the kingdom, he would be fine. With a few quick ties, he was off again. The blood on the air would surely attract a lot of unneeded quests, but he was less then a day away from the cave now. He had to press on, even if an orc battlion was upon him! He would finish this quest! For Azura...for her family...for...

"No....."

He couldn't get another word out as he suddenly fell to the ground, blackness claiming his eyes. Yet, before he had, he couldn't help but think he saw a stark image of a white silhouette watching him from the other side of the river, with bright blue eyes. No...he was seeing things, lose of blood was the cause.

"Well...look at what the goddess brought me...how nice of her."

The white shape he thought he had seen positioned itself over the human and smiled down to him, thick black claws moving up to gently grasp around him and lift him up to its teeth laden muzzle. Carefully, it placed the human in there and held him between its teeth before taking to the sky with two strong beats of its white, feathered, wings.

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Rick let out a long groan as she slowly came out of his unconscious state. He kept his eyes closed and simply laid there, wishing he was still in the peaceful darkness. He hurt...bad. Each breath hurt his lungs and chest, each twitch of his...

"What the hell!"

He shot into a sitting position and looked to the other feeling behind him, only to find what he thought was HIS tail was...another's. He followed the slender appendage up to the wide end of a white scaled dragoness, moving over her slender and...perfect shape, over the lumps of her wings, and along the slender neck until the long and slender head came into view. Yet the sight that greeted him...relaxed him. The dragoness was simply looking at him and giving a wide, loving smile at him.

"Well...hello my dear brother...you will soon find you can not speak, and as of now can not move a single muscle in your body. Of course, I allowed you the ability to blink and breath, as you humans need it sooo dearly."

True to her word he found he could not move, nor speak, only breath and blink. It was rather infuriating that a dragoness was doing this, but he was warned far ahead of time of her magical capacities and tricks. She had won, so far. He knew this dragon was not going to eat him, or she would have done so long ago.

"Over the next day images of your past life, your TRUE memories will come to you. During that time I will be preparing a ritual to return you to your true self, with the aid of two others whom you shall meet later. Right now, you should be recalling your birth and when you came into this world as nothing more then a pink little dragon."

Once again the dragoness spoke nothing but truth and he was soon locked into the chain of memories that continued to stream past his eyes. Everything came back to him like a lighting bolt in the nights sky. It was all coming so fast that his brain began to hurt. Vision after vision, horror after horror, sorrow after sorrow...death after death.

When it was over he found himself on the ground of the cave, panting, head throbbing. He could move, but he did not want to. He knew who he was, what had happened, and his mind had long since locked itself back onto a plan on how to get his revenge on yet ANOTHER Dragon Council, or elders with a fancy new name.

"Ah...my brother, welcome back."

With that voice, Zato stood and made his way to his sister. Gently hugging around her muzzle and rubbing a hand over her cheek, a soft purr coming to show his affections were appreciated.

"It's wonderful to see you again Osia. There has yet to be a day when I did not dread over you, heart heavy with the knowledge that your death was upon my shoulders."

He felt her maw lift into a smile and a soft giggle emit from her.

"Oh brother, I was saved by one that is about to save you. She has done so much for me and to me. Come, you will meet your death and rebirth."

Zato did not question her words and followed her sister, unable to tear his eyes from her. She had grown so wonderfully, so perfectly. He was beyond thankful to the one who had saved her and helped her recover. Of course, as with himself, the scars from her past shown over those perfect scales. Constant reminders of the mistakes he had made.

"No mistakes were made, young one."

His eyes moved and fell upon one that simply caused his legs to give out and collapsed upon his knees. Perfect white scales shown in the barren cave, whiter then those of Osia. A body so wonderfully curved and muscles taut under hardened scales, yet she looked as soft as a bed made of silk. Icy blue eyes stared directly after him, and her voice...her voice could not be described. It sounded as close to heaven as you could bring yourself in life.

"Oh my...he is quite the charmer."

The dragoness before him rose from her bed of rose petals, cherry blossoms, and silks and made her way to him. She was so graceful, it was hypnotizing to watch her. He felt he should run from the room, for he was far from worthy of looking upon such utter beauty.

"Oh...but you are more then worthy of it, My Sire."

Zatos eyes went wide as the dragoness bowed before him, but as he opened his mouth to speak, he found himself unable to speak once again and body locked rigged.

"I am Goddess, the head of all dragon gods and the mother of the dragon race. I birthed the Royals, The reds, the blacks, the grays, the yellows, the golds, all of my children from my own essence. Those who carry a dragons blood is of my children, my kindred, and I welcome them with open arms. Now you...you are an oddity of our race, you are an outcast, in your own mind no less."

She moved up to him and pressed the human onto his back before nipping into his clothes, shredding them from his body. Her eyes looked over his body, while a claw was carefully placed upon his skin to turn him over onto his stomach, before returning him to lay upon his back.

"Such horrific scars upon you...each full of a story of sorrow, pain, guilt, death. I should rid them from your body, but like your sister, I know you carry them as a badges of honor of the past you have survived."

She allowed her long, slender, forked tongue to come from her maw and began to lick over the human under her. Osia simply standing to the side, watching her mistress. Zato was in pure, unbreakable, bliss from the wonderfully warm and loving licks. He did not know how, but he knew she was doing nothing more then cleaning him. But of course, like all human bodies, it thought of something else and in no more then a few seconds he was as hard as a diamond.

"Such horrid things, these humans, that a simple act of cleaning causes them to become aroused. Let us rid you of that horrid fleshy prison, shall we?"

He felt himself lift off of the ground and move over to a circle of stones, each bearing a rune in such ancient crafting, that he could not even make it out. It was the Ancients writings, a method of writing so old, so forgotten, not even the oldest Wyrm could translate it. And here he was, in the middle of runes that could cause the world they lived upon to crush into itself.

"Now...do not worry my liege. Once you awaken, you will be yourself and feel not a shred of pain."

He felt himself placed upon the center of the circle and the runes flash with magic, probably beginning to do their work as he simply looked to Goddess and Osia, both holding wide smiles on there maws. For once, even though something in his mind was telling to stop then and there and force them to free him, he felt..secure. Every ounce of his trust was placed upon them, unlike so long since he could only place a little trust upon others. Yet, before he knew it, his world was black even though he still felt as if he was awake.

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"Goddess, are you sure this will work?"

Osia looked to her mistress as they walked out of the room and sealed it with a rock slab, heavy sound proofing and the like already placed along the walls. They knew what was about to happen if it worked, and it was not something one wished to listen too. Bones snapping, organs burning away, screams of pure agony. The list continued on further, but Osia could never delve deep into listening to her mistress speak of such things.

"Oh, my daughter, please calm down. Your brother will return to us in his form, his mind is already his again. We have been watching him for some time in the human kingdom, we had prepared everything for this day, do not worry. The Council of Gods has already allowed it. Truly, we've grown tired of this spell the humans have cursed my children with. Zato was just the last straw, yet before our very eyes, his done everything to make his life right. We couldn't help but help him so many times in the past."

Goddess turned and smiled lovingly to Osia, who could only fall onto her belly and shiver. That smile, it was just so perfect in every version of the word. It made your legs give and your body riddle with small pleasure bursts.

"Plus, we've already inducted you as a Demi, Zato will opening fit this position quite nicely. And truly, I've long for the touch of a male like him. It should prove to be quite...entertaining. Plus, It's time for the gods to show themselves. We've been hiding for far too long."

Osia noticed a small flash in her mistress' eye and whimpered. She had spoke of placing Zato into a rut once he changed, but she did not believe her at the time. To this day she did not believe gods even HAD parts such as those needed for mating.

"Oh we do...we gained our positions from mortals who ascended to those of gods and goddess'. I myself was placed upon the land as a mortal who gave birth to our race and someone ascended me to the position of head of the dragon gods. Who and why, I do not know. So yes, I do possess all needed equipment. And no, you are not in trouble. Otaz, was a different matter though. He somehow ascended himself...he somehow gained so much power he was put into the realm of gods to protect the land yet...it seems we can not win."

Osia opened her maw to respond but she was silenced and instantly turned her head, as well as Goddess, to look to the stone slab that was now on the other side of the room with a thunderous crash. Not even second after that, a form she had not seen for some time emerge. Her brother. Wondrous black scales, bright blue place scales down his neck and chest, continuing on to his belly and thighs and along the bottom of his tail. The spikes that began on his muzzle and ran down the middle of his head and down his spine to about halfway down his tail. His long horns, three to each side. And of course, her favorite feature about him, his right green eye and left bright blue eye.

"Come here sister, I could not hug you before."

She nearly squealed to the sound of his voice and instantly dashed over to him, slamming into him and sending him to the floor. Both front legs hugged around his neck and rear ones locked around his waist, she felt slight discomfort down below but ignored it as she peppered his muzzle with kisses.

"Its so wonderful to have you back my brother!"

"And it is so good to be back...now please...let go, you sort of have me in a rather...lewd spot..."

She couldn't help but back off a bit and bump into something, mewing a bit in her throat and shooting her glance back onto to light up in a blush. His cock was resting against her cunny and tailhole, black flesh with that odd blue spiral and covered in ridges and spines, truly lovely in her own opinion but unable to have ever TRULY enjoy it. Yet, she still moved off of him and allowed him to stand, unable to truly pry her eyes off his length as it rested between his highs and dangled below him.

"Goddess, I thank you for this...but why, of all things, did you bring me in a rut? I can smell that you are BOTH locked in the thickest parts of your heats. You can not hope for me to defile a goddess such as yourself and my sister?"

"Thats what I plan for you to do exactly. I can see it in your eyes you are fighting every male urge in your body to lunge at me and take me. You, of all people, have free reign to mate any you wish for your mate being so open to your needs and knowing of what situations you are thrown into such as this one..."

Zato couldn't help but shiver to the sensual purr that emitted from her right after her speech. She was right, every urge in his body was screaming for him to pin her and take her.

"I know how rough you are...it's truly a feeling I wish to feel..."

He watched and listened in wondrous horror as she turned and lowered herself down onto her chest while keeping her rear raised, her tail hiking up along her back and out of the way as her legs gently spread open and she looked back to him and let out a long, suggestive murr deep within her chest that caused a rumble to emit from his own. If she wanted it fine, she set this up, she would get what she wanted.

In a flash, he was upon her with both front claws pinned against her shoulders, claws tapping at her scales to show what would happen if she moved, and a deep growl emitted from him as he slowly began to grind his length over her cunny. Moist wet lips hugging around his shaft and her clit pummeled by the ridges along the top of his shaft, the feelings easily causing her to moan and squirm beneath him but no signs of trying to get away. As he continued to tease this needy mother goddess, he lowered his head and sealed his maw around her neck, teeth already deep into her scales and skin, but far from a fatal bite, though blood readily flowed, to which she shrieked to. He used that as a cue and slammed himself deep within her vent, unheeding to her own needs and remembering she wanted to feel it hard, so she got just that. He pulled out of her and slammed right back in, not allowing her to adjust to his size, taking her how she wished. Or in lewd terms, the bitch in heat she wished herself to be.

In no words did this goddess feel normal to him, she was just heavenly. The insides of her vent was as soft as any silk out there, softer even. Heat, albeit hot, was far from unbearable. The way her body moved against you and in tune, how her muscles gripped, the moans that emitted from her, the way her body shivered as he bumped against each sweet spot he ground ruthlessly. She was a grand female to take, but in his mind, there was only one female better. One to which he wanted to return to quickly, so he did every in his power to speed this up.

Though, before he knew it, she let out a scream and white-hot jet of flame as her body tensed up and muscles began an unbelievable series of contractions and rhythms that sent him sky rocketing over the edge. His own roar and jet of flame joined with hers as he hilted himself inside of her vent and spilled his seed deep within her, but her body keep moving in a way that he literally ended up emptying himself completely inside of her. And for the odd-some time that day, he lost consciousness and passed out.

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"Goddess?"

Osia looked to her mistress as she laid beneath her brother, head tilted. She heard the panting, seen the breathing, but she kept a lifeless stare dead ahead of her and tongue hanging from her maw. She looked dead, but Osia knew she couldn't die. She had already been informed that after Zato took her he would pass out, where the last of the plan would commence. Though, after a few moments a soft voice entered her head and she simply nodded before moving off to leave them be. Knowing now that she wished to keep Zato a bit longer. For a Goddess and mother to all dragons, she was...quite the insatiable being.

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A sudden stabbing pain entered Zatos side and forced him to suddenly sit up and roar out, snapping his head back to see the source of the pain but nothing more then a little fly was there. His roar died soon after that realization and he simply shooed the fly away before stretching out. He did remember most of last night, but he was...sore. Why, he did not know. He didn't question why the two had dropped him off like trash, but it could be because of multiple reasons.

"You there! Freeze!! Move so much as your tail tip and we will release!!"

Zato did just that. He froze in place, unaware as to who his...commanders were. But, the scent that soon came onto the weird showed it to be a male in a rutting season followed by other scents of dragoness' and males in heat and rutting seasons. He was outside the kingdom, during the time both males and females went through their seasons. Ohhhh...fun.

"What are you doing here? Black beasts are not welcome in the kingdom any longer, you must go and live in a cave! Councils-"

"Halt!"

He heard the assorted dragons behind him salute, armor clanking like old tools and that soft voice on the air he had heard not even a day before. What would the goddess be doing here in the kingdom? In his thoughts, he failed to notice that a blindfold was being drawn over his head and covered both of his eyes before he could even question it. Soon after a heavy strap was tied around his maw and followed by another series of them along his wings, and then another to put him in a humiliating position as his tail was drawn along his back and tied to the braces on his wings with yet another brace. Now his slit and tailhole were in full view.

"I had this one captured days ago and have claimed her as my little play thing."

He failed to catch the "her" part as he heard the dragons do another salute and then he felt the weight of a piece of leather around his neck and then an almost silent tink. He had a collar and leash on him! Someone actually thought he was a slave! He was not going to be a slave again! Not this time! He pulled back against the leash and growled deep in his throat, trying to force himself free. He did not even know why he had stood still while this stuff was placed upon him!

"Come now Zatia, remember. You are mine Daddy Godaris got you for me."

Before he knew it, his world was black yet again with the last thought to go through his brain being why this voice had called him Zatia.

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Zato awoke once again after some odd hours and instantly shot up, a bit surprised that he was not tied down or at least in some way restrained. Though, even with this small bit of movement, he still felt the various straps that had been placed upon him earlier save for that dreadful blindfold. Not even a second after realizing that though, he wished to the highest god there was that he had still had it on him.

-What in the gods name...-

He looked to his body and couldn't fathom what had happened. His body was lithe and curvy, a bit longer then his normal shape but the muscles under his scales were still well developed, but not overly so. His scales were a much more polished black and the blue shown in the dimly lit room and worst off, his slit was red and swollen. He was not a he anymore, he was a she.

"Ah, you are awake."

-That voice...-

As he had thought the goddess was there before him, with a sickeningly happy smile perched upon her features. She moved with her graceful little stride and circled around him as he laid upon the bed she had made for him, covered in rose petals and cherry blossoms.

"Before you ask, yes, I am me and at the same time not. I took over one of Godaris' dying daughters and have lived in her body. Though I do love to take over other bodies now and then, and I must give you credit for noticing it was me earlier."

Zato narrowed his eyes are her and she simply giggled, knowing full well how much he wanted to take revenge on her for doing such a thing.

"Come now. It's part of the Gods plans. You, yourself, could not come into the kingdom any longer. Nor can ANY black dragons. The Council has made some harsh changes in your absence. For one, EVERY guardian is arrested and your mate, Pink, is set for execution today at none."

That last bit caused him...her to shoot his eyes open in disbelif as he kept his eyes on the goddess, who simply smiled. Zato, or more so Zatia, narrowed her eyes before bolting from the room and charging to the prisons. If anything, she knew that the collar would have the insginia to get into the dungeon. She was not going to wait a moment, yet, in a flash of light she appeared in the dungeon and slammed head first into a wooden rack for weapons, thankfully empty. The world around her spun like a top as she plopped down onto her stomach, the sound of heavy giggling behind her and beside her.

"Miss Snow, you kept to your word to the dot. We shall leave you alone now."

Zatia lifted her head and shook, clearing her mind and straightening the world around her before looking to the goddess who was busy unlocking a cell. Of course, she knew who's cell this one due to the hidden scent among the air and instantly bolted inside once she heard that clink and seen the lock move away. Yet the sight before her made her heart shatter.

-Pink...-

Zatia moved forward and examined her body closer. Wounds everywhere, tied to the floor and head in a metal helmet with a lock over the face plate, a heavy series of straps around her tail and between her legs, must be a form of joke from the guards on how she never lay with any others. Yet, that aside, she curled up around her form and stayed in place, gently nuzzling along Pinks shoulder and licking her body clean of blood.

"Leave me alone Lihal, I do not need your word of the gods. Go back to your Lihal brothers and sisters in the Sanctuary and pray for my mates arrival to once again free this kingdom, like he always does."

Zatia couldn't help but smile, it was still her mate in there. It was time to let her know that it was the one she was waiting for, so carefully, she moved her tail and coiled it around Pinks before pushing the tip against her own. A bright smile on her face once she heard the gasp from inside the helmet.

"Zato! You're back! By the gods I am sorry..."

Her words were silenced as someone cleared their throat and Zatia lifted her head to look, only to see Godaris with the council behind him. The Goddess, or Snow, beside him.

"What is your pet doing in here with the damned, Snow?"

Zatia's eyes narrowed dangerously as she watched Snow move from the corner of her eye.

"Daddy, I beg you allow me to keep Pink as a pet! She would make a wonderful addition! Zatia is so taken with her! She comes daily to visit her!"

Godaris quirked an eye-ridge as the council members instantly began to chat amongst themselves. Zatias eyes never leaving Holy, that dreaded bitch that she would kill in no less then one swipe of her claw given the perfect shot or chance. Every movement that bitch made, her eyes followed. Holy would not go a single step without Zatias eyes following. She was the scum of the planet, the lowest of the low, shit was higher in standing then her.

"Snow, this pet of yours wont take her eyes off of me....wait a minute."

Holy moved toward Zatia with a soft glint of reconignition upon her eyes, yet Zatia just stood there with eyes glaring and eyes slitted to near invisible lines in the pool of black of her eyes. Holy got maw to maw with Zatia and in that one instant, she took her chance, and bite down onto Holy's maw as hard as she could. An extremely satisfying snap heard as well as a warm flow of blood into and out of her maw.

Yet the outcome she was expecting came and her body was instantly thrown against the far wall of the dungeon and two loud crunches sounded from her as all air left lungs in one gasp, a heavy invisible weight upon her as she simply grinned a pained grin to Holy, every single blood covered fang reveal as well as the trails over blood down her neck. Zatia had broken her body and upper jaws, satisfying for one bite, and even more so with the glare she was giving Zatia while using her magic.

"Holy! Seize! You can not go killing those slaves! Rules are in place for a reason!"

"That bitch will serve as a use for the dragons males further down in the dungeon for a year! Each male do as they like to her save for killing her! Take her down immediately, and do not heal her!"

Holy nearly deafened everyone speaking telepathically, while Zatia let out a long gasp and instantly began to pant, trying to get air back into her lungs while two gold dragons came in and began to drag her away. A loud cry emitting from her as one grabbed her right arm, every bone in her right arm clearly shattered from the throw and rather odd landing. Yet, one comforting thing came as she was dragged down to the lower levels. Pink was being released and a collar snapped upon her neck. It was a bad fate, yet the goddess wouldn't do anything bad, but it was far better then death.

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Roars, hisses, howls, whistles, claws tapping on the floor, every noise one could think of sounded out as Zatia was dragged down further and further into the thralls of the male levels of the dungeon. Yet, there were those in there who looked upon the female with pure pity, knowing full well of the fate that laid before her. They had seen many a dragoness dragged down her, a lot never able to leave again, to which the smell told the story. Must, death, and decay. The new laws made it so even the smallest of crimes got you sentenced to death from old age in the dungeons.

"Finally another female! Its been two months since the last! You guards take too long to get new ones!"

One of the males yelled out, getting a few affirmative cheers from others. Yet, those were short lived as a deafened roar sounded out that even caused the guards to flinch, much to Zatias enjoyment.

"Bring her to me, you worthless scale covered dogs."

Both guards glared to the last cell in front of them and had to give a nod, dragging her towards the deep thundering voice that had silenced every other dragon in the cells, not even so much as breath or a sneeze could be heard. It was clear the voice belonged to the most dominant of the males down here, the one who got the others in line.

"Seems your little punishment just got a lot, lot worse."

One of the guards muttered out to Zatia, who could simply chuckle under her breath. During her entire life, or more so his, a lot of shit had happened to her. Nothing effected her anymore, nothing bothered her anymore, nothing shocked her anymore. The only thing on her mind right now was how long she was going to be a her, a she, a female...a male in female scales?

"Hurry up."

The cold, thunderous voice rang out again the guards sped their walk before stopping dead in front of the thick, diamond made bars and waved a claw over them and tossed Zatia inside with a loud cry and heavy spasm from her as she yet again landed on her arm, while the guards just shut the cell and instantly withdrew.

"Good to see you again Zato, though you do not remember me."

Zatias eyes opened wide and shock and looked about the darkened cell, the one or so torches down her plus her kinds ability to see in the night doing next to nothing to help her, only making out a vague shape of a dragon in the back of the cell, sitting on his haunches, the pain from her arm momentarily ignored.

"Served you back in the war before becoming a "war criminal" for asking what had happened to you. Do not worry, you are safe here."

The figure moved up and waved a claw in the air, illuminating a wide and complex array of tattoos and markings along his body that instantly lit up his cell, revealing himself to the one he once called commander, general, friend.

"Iron...is that you...?"

Zatia forced herself upon her feet and held her right arm up like a dog would, trying to keep away any contact from it, as she examined the male before her. Heavy set with pure muscled, rippling underneath smokey gray colored scales. Pure golden horns on his head, four to each side, with a brilliant golden frill along his spine all the way down to the tip of his tail where a wicked blade made of bone lay, and all the way to the top of his head. Currently, it laid flat, Zatia knew it would only rise with anger/rage, along with the frills over of his ears. Yet, one thing stood out the most about the male before her, he had just as many scars as she once had!

"It is, and as I can see you are amazed at the new me."

A rather soothing chuckle came from him, his words soft and easy on the ears like it always was. Completely opposite from his previous tone.

"It is shocking compared to me looking like bones and scales, compared to you anyways. You were never one of the muscled bound dragons, but your muscles could always take a beating and keep on beaten in return, deal out a fair bit of damage as well."

Another chuckle came from him as he began to move towards her, of course, she was not afraid and simply sat on her haunches as he did the same in front of her and took her broken arm into her own, causing her to hiss and bite down against her teeth.

"Typical of the council to fuck you over. The only one in this kingdom with absolute power and they keep you down here. You know the kingdom populace speaks of you highly. Wishing for your return, not believing of the councils tale of you being dead. You are immortal in their eyes. You've helped them, us, so many times over your self. They are waiting for you to do the same once again and rid them of a council of tyrants."

A soothing feeling began to resonate into her arm as he spoke and she simply cooed out heavenly. He was healing it, that she knew, but by the gods he used five magic in conjuction with each other to heal, relax, increase pleasure, numb any pain, and make one almost spasm for pure ecstasy. His "pleasure" magic, as he called it. He was one of the best damned healers Zatia had back in the war.

"There. I think I over did it with bits of it though, seems I made you aroused."

Another chuckle before outright laughter emitted from him as she blushed and gave a rather low, girly growl that sounded like it from a hatchling, a clear sign of embarrassment from a "new" female.

"The commander? Blushing!? Oh by the gods, thank you for this opportunity!!"

She stayed in her position as a soft voice entered her head and she gave a bit of a curious murmur, growling inwardly. Seems the joke and disguise had already wained, so, she inwardly concentrating as a blue light begin to emit from her. Of course, seeing this caused Iron to back away, knowing what was happening. Unlike most of the Magic users of the kingdom, Zato took the longest to do his. Everyone knew why, the whole idea of a die-hard warrior and magic working together was...unsettling.

"Godaris is on his way with the council. Want you to stay back, Iron."

Iron inwardly shivered as the raspy, out of body voice spoke to him and nodded just as a blinding flash of neon blue light rushed through the cells and caused those who were already staring to go temporarily blind. And left in the spot were the once female Zato stood, stood Zato in his male glory with scars and all bared. He was back to his old self, now not addressing himself as Zatia.

-Funny how fast your life switches events, eh, Zato?-

--Shut up Goddess. Remember, you gods are the reason this shit is happening in the first place--

Zato simply sat down on his haunches as a giggle rang out in his head and simply looked down the passageway, ignoring the faint whispers and such of the audience that had been watching him and Iron for some time talk amongst themselves, and waited for his..."guests". And as if reading his mind, they rounded the corner and stopped, staring directly into his eyes.

"Did you really think that disguise would work?"

Zato simply grinned a wide, toothy grin to Holy from behind the metal frame.

"Well, no, but the individual who gave it to me thought it would. As would the fitting name."

Out of them all, it was only Holy and Godaris who moved up to the cage and looked upon the hero of their kingdom, stuck in a cell with the lowest criminals the kingdom had to offer. Holy, with a smile of pure confidence, moved up a bit more and sat down in front of the cage.

"You know, you've never been more then a tool to us. We've had you do everything our way since the day you were first formed inside the egg. Everything has gone how WE wanted it. Otaz was just a pawn, a over-eager god, that already has been taken care of."

Zatos eyes were completely focused on Holy, yet out of the corner of his sight, he seen Godaris hang his head and a look of pure disgust came to his features. Seeing this caused a thought to come into his mind, one he normally wouldn't have said to his friend. Or, so called one.

"Godaris. Did you know your own son would be used like a slave and then disposed of? Did they tell you that?"

Zato watched as Godaris raised his head with wide eyes, giving a soft shake of his head soon after while Holy just laughed.

"Oh please, this idiot didn't know of half of the things we planned. Just another pawn. I admit though, he has done quite a bit more then we ever expected. We thought you'd kill him when you killed off the elders."

A smile crept one his maw as Godaris glared to the council leader and his eyes slowly began to stare off into nothing. A tell tale sign from him he was thinking, and Zato felt a bit of confidence as to what he was thinking.

"Zato, it will be extremely satisfying to watch you hang today. Once the sun hits noon, we are going to take you and try out the humans style of execution on a dragon. You will be the first."

A soft clink broke the silence that followed her, and she looked only to see Godaris holding the lock in his right paw, the cage raising from the ground without her noticing.

"What do you think you are--"

A cry of pain emitted from her as she was brutally tackled to the floor and rows of razor sharp fangs sank into her neck, blood instantly flowing from the wound as cheers from the criminals sounded out along with the heavy set padding of the other council members running away.

-Goodbye Holy, knew you council leaders would truly not know how to fight like I do.-

Before she could even reply, he gave a hard twist of his neck and purred quietly to himself as the fulfilling crack sounded out and the body below him stopped its struggling. Godaris, who was now standing over him, simply moved the council members head and sighed.

"Never did I think they would kill my own son. Never. I did not realize until today that it was because of what they had done that caused it...I am sorry Zato."

Godaris watched as Zato raised his head away from the body and licked along his lips, cleaning his maw of blood with a disturbing rumble in his chest as he did so. It was always unsettling with just how easy Zato could get away with killing and the look of pure ecstacy he got from it.

"Your life has been hell because of the events. The other members will most likely hold up in the tower...no one will really help them. They've been complete tyrants since you left..."

Zato didn't even think of doing anything else, nor speaking. He simply strolled his way down the passageway, unlocking every cage he came by. No dragon had ever truly committed a crime, none we dumb enough. Plus, he could tell from how they looked and the way they held themselves, they were soldiers. Those who were dead fast loyal to him. And his thoughts were confirmed as they all fell into line behind him. This continued the entire way, until every single dragon and dragoness was free and walking behind him, numbering at least one-hundred.

When they did make their way out, they were greeted with an army before them. It numbered at least a hundred, not that big, but more then enough compared to unarmed "criminals". Yet, they all looked upon Zato with a shocked expression and quickly set their arms down and moved out of his way. The ones behind him grabbing their weapons and continuing on. If anything, they knew they would finally get the old kingdom they missed because of that one black dragon. He had done so much for them already, why stop him now? He himself had never done a single bad thing towards the kingdom, the demon inside him however...

"Anthros...beside me."

With that, he heard the anthros run up to his sides and took the final steps to the tower. The walls and doors were all barricade, locked, and magically sealed. Though, the voice that entered his head assured him they would not hold. Oh how he wished for the day he would just be able to lay in a bed of pillows, sleep until the sun rested itself high in the afternoon sky and relaxed outside on the windswept plains.

"I have had my revenge! It is time for you all to seek your own! Go forth and rid our glorious kingdom of these tyrants! No more shall we have "elders" or "councils" running out kingdom. It will be our king, our queen, our guardians, our gods!"

They all roared out and charged for the door. Like the goddess' voice has said, it instantly gave way and he listened to the carnage from outside. He could not take much more death upon his soul. He had killed enough, enough blood was on his claws. Enough had happened in his life, he just wanted rest. He wanted to be at peace.

"Zato..."

Zato turned his head as the voice snapped him out of his thoughts, smiling a soft smile to Godaris and Rayjita. Of course, the saddened look upon them told him that something was amiss, but he instantly registered that was the reason they were coming to him.

"Zato, I take it you would like to kill me as well for all I have done to the kingdom. I was the king, I was suppose to protect everyone, keep my kingdom in line and going down the peaceful time we had. Yet, I messed up and I have paid dearly for it."

Only a chuckle answered him, to which angered him enough to cause him to growl out and glare to Zato.

"Calm down my friend. If you were truly a bad dragon, you would feel no remorse for what you've done and for the lose of your son and the ones we've known over the years."

That calmed Godaris enough that he took a few steps back and Rayjita moved up to Zato, speaking in a much softer and saddened tone.

"I will not take my time to sugar coat this...Veon, Ruby, and all those you held as friends perished. They were killed...all those in the dungeons were damned to the same fate, but those that were very close to you were targeted first. Pink was saved due to her being out of the kingdom at the time..."

That stung like an arrow to his heart. It was news no one wanted to hear, yet truly, he did not feel that much...he was truly expecting it. His life was so messed up, so fucked over, he knew something like this would happen sooner or later. Yet, he could tell the one hit hardest was Rayjita.

"I should have known that was coming. I did, actually...go Rayjita. Spend time at her grave, cherish her memories in life to bring her glory from her death. Live on in her name. For we must all live on for the dead and cherish the memories we have of them, not waste our lives grieving over their lose."

He gave a nod and Ray was gone like the wind. And as he left, Godaris moved back up and held out the necklace that showed one to be the king. Golden chain with heavy pendents, jewels, and everything else that one would consider of value, far too much for Zato to take the time and acknowledge with the current odd gesture.

"Why are you handing me this?"

Godaris let out a sigh and simply tossed it to him, Zato gingerly catching it with his claw and looking to his friend.

"I am leaving the kingdom. My punishment upon myself. You will make a better king, if not you, I am sure you will pick someone better then I."

Before Zato could utter a word, Godaris took to the air and was already flying full tilt. So, with his last gesture to him, Zato spoke to his friend in his mind and told him of the island the Dragon ghosts were living. With a final thank you, Godaris vanished in a bank of clouds.

"Something tells me that is not the last time we are going to see him."

Zato turned his head as he heard Pinks voice and smiled to her, happy beyond belief she was OK. In a flash, he was in his anthro and she nearly tackled him to the floor, both of them clutching each other tight with Pink crying heated tears.

"Is it finally over love...will we finally be able to live our lives in peace and harmony?"

He couldn't but chuckle to his mate and gingerly clean the tears she shed with a claw. Out of everyone, even himself, it effected her the most. His life was so chaotic they could never enjoy a simple, easy living life like others in the kingdom. Everyday was training, some form of bad news, a war, something always happened.

"Yes my love. We will finally be able to lay in bed with our bellies extended out like a hippos. Does that sound good?"

She giggled and hugged as tight as her tired muscles could muster, nodding to his words.

"That sounds splendid...now...come to the castle..."

Zato gave her a loving smile and leaned down to plant a loving kiss to her lips, the gesture instantly returned from her. That kiss held long enough for a crowd to form around the two, murmuring and whispers coming from the crowd, forcing the two lovers to break and blush.

"Lord Zato...what are we going to do?"

He gave a tilt of his head to the voice from the crowd before remembering he was currently holding the necklace of kings, sighing inwardly to himself. Seems I need to clean up some unfinished business first, he thought to himself.

"My kin! Listen to me!"

He yelled out in pure dragonic, onto the wind, smiling a bit as a voice entered his head and told him of plans brought on from higher powers. A little nod acknowledging them as he continued on.

"My sister, Osia, shall become our new queen! I am not one for that position! However, me and Pink shall remain your eternal guardians! No more shall we have corrupted dragons! No more will there be power hungry leaders who seek nothing but war leading our kin to their deaths! Like the days of old, the dragon kingdom will be glorious! All species of the world will dream of the way we live! No more shall we have intermingled individuals living here! Our kind is to stay pure! Our numbers have dwindled from our chaotic lifeline!"

No sounds came from any, knowing full well that their Guardian was not finished. Yet the pride, the happiness, the blissful knowledge that the kingdom was to finally return to its old ways.

"I wish to instate a new law here and now! Save for Pink and myself, EVERYONE is to shun their anthromorphic selves! We stay feral, with no mammalian features! We go back to how our goddess intended us! No breasts! No live births! As the humans have said, we are egg laying reptiles, and we should be damned proud of it!"

Roars sounded out from that as well as multiple flashes of auras, dragons killing off their anthro forms and returning to the goddess intended feral selves. No more would they have to deal with the annoying two legged walking. However, even through this, a young female hatchling moved up directly in front of Zato, and looked at him questioningly.

"Mister Guardian....why are you going to stay anthro along with Miss Pink?"

He smiled to the soft mental speak, to young for her to speak with her maw. It took a dragon quite a bit of effort to speak using their maw, because they had to combine mental talking AND vocal to form words for the species who questioned mental speaking, thinking the dragons were reading their minds as they did so.

"Because when we speak of plans with other species, we need to be able to fit in their tiny doll house castles."

A few laughs emitted as he lowered down and gently rubbed along the whelplings neck, earning a soft purr from the young girl.

"One other thing my kin, we speak our way. Mental. No more forcing our maws to speak in a way they were not intended."

More roars and cheers sounded out but they were completely ignored by both Zato and Pink, both were locked eyed upon the other. With soft, delicate steps he moved up to her and wrapped his arms as tight as he possibly could, the gesture instantly returned by her.

"Come...we must return to the castle my love. I must tell you of the tale while I was human."

She gave him a nod and both walked back towards the castle in silence, yet, before the silence held too heavily, she had to voice something.

"Zato...our children....they are OK...I can feel the burden on your thoughts. They are with the Black Dragon tribe to the north. They will return when I give the word."

Relief overwhelmed him from those words and he gave his mate a nod and smile as they continued their way. Yet, during the entire walk, he could not shake the feeling he was being watched...not by those that he passed on the street, that someone was purposely stalking him with...not so innocent thoughts.

"My love...walk to the castle yourself. I will join you shortly, I must go do something first. Give the word for our kids, and my kin, to return to the kingdom."

She looked up to him for a moment in pure puzzlement, yet he did not return the look as he vanished down a side passage and left her completely baffled. However, in her heart, she knew he did have a few things to finish so she moved on towards the castle, smiling to the towering white building. The kingdom would be the paradise she once dreamed of to live with her mate. Years, decades, centuries...they'd all pass with her loving every day.

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Zato continued his walk further and further down the secluded passageway, or more so alley, before stopping suddenly. Thats when he heard it, the instant halt of someone behind him and a cloak snap in the air. He heard no weapons being drawn, no magic pressure, no chanting. He knew he was safe, but he was not going to turn to face his stalker just yet.

"You've been following me for some time, dragoness. I applaud you for hiding down wind while in heat, yet, you did not silence yourself quite well."

He turned just in time to watch the figure approach and both stopped maw and maw, black scales to black scales. Nothing could be seen of her face, save for two blazing emerald eyes burning right into his own. This dragoness held great hatred for him, it was amazing she had suppressed it up until now, even past. Here they were, completely alone in an alley, no dragons for a good five minutes out.

"I am saying this now. I will not die here. I will not die. My life is falling into place and I'd like to keep it that way. So please, leave. Whatever I have done to you, I am sorry. If it was the past when I changed to my demon, please, forgive me. It was a time of weakness and-"

His eyes shot open in shock as the dragoness suddenly lifted herself up onto the tips of her claws and pressed her scaled lips to his own. Before the thought of pushing away passed through his mind, she ended it, and vanished in a flurry of Cherry Blossoms.

-Please tell me that means I can live my life in peace...-

He crouched down and took of a handful of the petals and simply carried them back out of the alley and into the main street, letting the air carry them out of his claw as he did and simply watched them dance and twirl on the currents. Each one holding a wish he hoped would be fulfilled, yet each one the same.

-Let the life I've dreamed of please come now...I want peace.-

To Be Continued...