I laid in bed desperate to sleep this morning, desperately trying to forget the day I've had. In an effort to avoid a headache, I laid in bed and fell asleep.
The sound I hear jolting me awake is someone pounding on the house, their footsteps pounding down the street, the sound of their heavy footsteps echoing in through the house. I had heard them walking up the street at least once, but I was trying not to wake up.
Slowly, I began to move, feeling that the pounding was somehow intended for me, and the combined sounds of their footsteps pounding down the street and their heavy breathing, roaring to be let in.
I sighed and suddenly jerked up.
I could hear the door start to fly open, and I began to scramble again. I'm still in my cloak, the red satin fabric draped over my body as I tried to get proper clothes on. I manage my black outfit, comfortable in this light silk as best I could, as I sat up to look at my uninvited guest.
My ears are greeted with the same heavy breathing and roaring that woke me from my shallow slumber. I furrow my brow and try to search for pants so I can at least properly greet my guest. I find them, a pair of sturdy tan pants, in my closet, but feel my mind is too slow to manage them.
All the while, I can hear the heavy breathing and roaring, and feel the door open, the heavy footsteps fall down the floor, the sound of their heavy boots forcing the door. I feel eyes on me. I can feel them on me.
The weight of the boots get closer, and I expected the door to slam shut, or the loud laugh to begin.
Instead, I feel the weight slowly come to a stop, and the very heavy, muscular chest of a man fall against me. Or so I thought it was a man.
I felt the weight began to breathe hot and heavy powder onto me. I tried to get up, but the weight was very heavy… like the weight of a man. Then I looked down and saw it.
The color was strange, the scales were reptilian, and the tail was obviously a dragon's tail. Yet the man's muscle of his chest, the width of the scales, the strength of it all was almost too human, too much muscle and hardness of a man, but there were scales and fangs and everything.
I began to struggle with the weight, but it didn't seem to care. I began to cry, but saw no tears. I heard a very deep voice. "No man should see a dragon, be it a he or she, but you shouldn't be a man…"
It was then it happened. The scales began to melt away, and the man's chest was back, his muscular yet dwarfic chest totally human. I was now looking at a young woman, with a slightly shorter height than I myself. She was dressed in all black, armored, muscles bulging, and just about as scary as any man. What was also scary is her tail, which I had taken as a man's when I first saw them in the hallway.
"What… what did you do to me?" I asked in a voice barely above a whisper as I felt myself sit up.
"What? What did I do to you?" The woman asked as she looked over my features. "Oh… that's my condition…"
She sighed and looked down to me. "Sorry about the state I was, but I have to to what Drakken demands of me… Besides, you shouldn't be seeing a man like that. I mean, dragons. Why don't you ever see a woman?"
"I'm not from this world…" I replied, feeling myself stir as it was believed I was, and that was exactly what I wanted.
"Really? As I'm afraid you certainly look like a man from this world. For that, I apologize." She said with a straight face, still fit, but less muscle and more femininity. "We were bred with the best technology. I mean, we are twice as strong as a regular human male. We're on par with a superman, maybe even stronger.
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