Restored
#1 of Hazarath Dragon
Fer once, I'm not writing a disclaimer here, seeing as this story will be a first clean story I'll write, but I'm planning on writing a few chapters. It's 1:12 AM, and I'm encoding a nice film I just got... how's that fer inspiration, meh? Ok, let's go... this is a story that is somewhat based on an idea I had, and something I'd love to happen. Oh, the characters, minus mine, are random. If I used your name in this, and you need it changed, contact me, I'll change it fer ya. Also, fer those Taps characters, these are my establishing stories about my character on that net.
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The boy stammered as his mom yelled at him just for mentioning a mere fact, like if he just cursed her out. He sighed, and ran back to the confines of his room, with his computer.
An odd system, one might say. It was a normal computer, but... the 'case' was not... see, he had taken a standard four-legged desk, took the top off, and places his motherboard in the plastic retainer within. He cut holes into the sides, and installed fans... long story short, his system was in a desk, the interfaces sticking out without any covers, seeing as he's not the carpenter.
He went along playing another boring round of a first person shooter, bored as all get out. He kept playing, and then he fell asleep, getting full of holes as he did so (via the aliens that shot him in the game). He awoke to a major headache.
"Oh, man..."
He went to rub his forehead with his hand, but noticed two very odd things: for one, his head was in a bit different of a place, and second of all, his 'hands' were not... hands... he looked at them, and bellowed a roar, throwing him into even more confusion.
"What the a!"
He looked at his arms, legs, and felt everywhere else. He knew what the outline felt like, but... not used to the idea that what he thought was anywhere near true. Jumping up, with a bit of a start, seeing as he had some new limbs behind him, he clumsily stood, seeing a pool of water nearby. He looked into it, and confirmed his prognosis, as far fetched as it was.
He was not human anymore, but a dragon. A black dragon with white highlights. Somewhat human-ish, but with wings, a tail, and an external scrodom. He looked into the pool for what it seemed to be hours, trying to figure out how in the world he got like this, but on the other hand... err, paw, he was hoping that it was not temporary.
See, this newly found dragon was a dragon not only trapped in a human body, but a dragon in a past life. He always felt this after a friend helped him remember his past life. He smiled a bit, and jumped as a voice from behind him scared him.
"So, got used to your old body yet, Hazarath?"
He almost passed out with the stress of not only him getting startled, but someone calling him by his past dragon name.
"Um, yeah, I think so," He replied, turning to find an apparently elderly dragon, probably female.
"You have been yearning for this form to be restored for a long time, but we, the counsel, decided that you were mature enough to be restored at last. Please don't go on about pointless questions like 'What took so long', and 'What do I do now'. You know these and probably all the other questions you might have. So, that being said, welcome back home, Hazarath."
She bowed in a farewell, and left, vanishing into a fine mish.
Hazarath looked blankly where she stood, a claw extended as to ask a question, but he just stood there.
"Did I miss something?"
He retracted his paw, and sat down, his headache and body functions either gone or normal. He sat there for a bit, and slowly lay on his side, falling asleep, thinking of all the events that happened.
He awoke a few hours abruptly as a younger dragon rammed into him, trying to run as he was playing a game. Hazarath jumped as he was hit, and stood up, instinctively spreading his wings, claws unsheathed as he looked around in his daze, and looked down to see a whimpering boy, it seemed, and retracted his claws as he lowered his wings.
"Oh, I'm sorry... didn't expect ya, or anyone else, for that matter."
He keeps looking to the boy as an evil smile came across the hatchling's face.
"What's up litt..."
He was cut off short as the young dragon caught him off-guard, and kicked him hard right into his nuts, making the larger dragon fall to his knees, then into a makeshift flesh pillow, holding the delicate parts in his claws.
"Ubiiku, where are you?!?"
"Here, Nikia!" The young dragon replied as he kept looking at Hazarath, enjoying the fruits of his actions.
Hazarath heard footsteps approaching, and looked up to see a beautiful dragon approach his side, getting to her knees by the distraught Hazarath.
"Oh, my goodness, are you quite alright? Looks like you are in a lot of pain, seeing as you are crying a bit...?"
"Oh, I'm fine... just... I do this all the time, it's good exercise," He replies in a high-pitched voice, straining every other word.
Nikia chuckled a bit, but then frowned.
"This has Ubiiku written all over it..." She said, looking towards the now cowering youth.
"How many times do I have to tell you that kicking other males like that is not proper?!?"
She suddenly grabs him, and starts to spank him a bit as Hazarath gets up slowly, still kind of holding on, but trying to keep his composure. Nikia looks up from her punishing the other male, and looks up to the larger dragon.
"Um... you might wanna go take a leak to see if there is any blood in your urine."
Hazarath, being so stupid as to not only being clueless about other functions about the dragon form he was newly re-introduced into, and losing the thought of impressing the female, asked,
"Um... how?"
She blinks, and looks to him.
"You quite alright?"
She waits for an answer, then smells a bit.
"Oh! You still have the scent of the other on you... you must of just got re-awakened, hmm?"
He blinks, and ponders.
"Well, some old female told me welcome back and such, that help?"
She nods in reply.
"Yeah, you are new... kinda... um.."
She puts down Ubiiku, and tells him to go home, and he sprints home, not wanting to see he out-stretched paw again. She awaits, and looks to the male.
"Ok, I need to show you something, but... I gotta touch you... there, ok?"
He nods, and she carefully reaches into his slit, and pulls out his flaccid member.
"Um... take this into your paw, and just hold it out, and pee like you would in other... err... human form."
He nods, and takes hold of his maleness, turns away from her, about to turn around to hide his act.
"Um... I think it'll be a good idea to let me see... and, you might wanna know, we don't have much modesty, minus mating."
He blinks, but shrugs, turns a bit as to not get any on her, and lets it go, a large pool soon covering the ground in front of him. He shakes it a bit, and lets it go, the flesh sliding back into his slit.
"Good, I didn't see nothing bad, but seems like you had to go pretty bad, seems as your form is not communicating all that well with your brain yet... it'll work soon, no worries..."
He nods, and smiles to her.
"Thank you for helping me take my first pee, and giving that bad dragon a good spanking in reply... Um... oh, my name's Hazarath... and seems as yours is... Nikia?"
She giggles a bit, and nods, taking his paw as he offers it to her upon her nodding.
"Nice to meet you, Nikia."
She nods in reply.
"Likewise... hey, you need a place to stay, don't you?"
He nods, and looks a bit down.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't wanna intrude on you and whomever else you might... you know, hold dear..."
She ahhs, and blinks.
"How did you draw that conclusion?"
He keeps his head down, "Well, your kid there, and how you handle him..."
She chuckles lightly.
"I have no one, and that brat is Gerik's problem, I hatchling-sit."
He looks up quickly, and chuckles to himself.
"What?"
"Assumption is the mother of all screw ups."
She stares at him blankly.
"Never mind, it was something I remember as an 'other'."
She nods, and invites him to follow her, walking down what seems to be a well worn path for a while, until they come across a cave opening.
"Home sweet home. Not much, but it's a home, you know?"
Hazarath nods, and follows her into the home, looking at everything around him. He sees that the 'brat' is gone, and Nikia picks up a letter, reads it, and yays to herself, looking to Hazarath.
"She came early, and got him while I was helping you, it seems."
He nods, and yawns a bit.
"You probably are a bit tired, your brain and the like are still getting re-fitted with your old organs, and such, let me show you to my guest room."
He nods blankly, and follows her, laying on the bed that's presented to him, almost snoring as soon as his head hit the pillow.
"Um... 'night?"
She chuckles, and puts out the light before closing the curtain that was the door to his room, letting him rest in peace.
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Well, 2:24AM now, not even done revising it... no matter, this will be the same: I welcome comments to my email address, and/or the 'Post a Comment!' thingy down there... feel free to contact me @ [email protected]
P.S. Hazarath is © me, so... paws off, meh?
P.S.S. Stupid film failed, back to the drawing board.