Crunch Those Muscles with Rad Drago Boy
Rhiana was rummaging through the old box of tape her mother had sent her when her husband Calcifer passed by.
"Okay, I'm going to head out now." He said "Gotta fly over to the mechanism store and see about a few things. See you in a bit. Love you sweetheart."
"Okay, love you sweety."
And with that, headed out the door, stretching his wings for flight as he did so.
Rhiana turned her attention back to the box, all the memories of her childhood filling her. So many shows and movies that had defined her as a child shaping her into the dragon she was today.
But then she came across a tape that made her stop, many of the tapes carried special memoires, but this one stood out among the others.
She remembered when she first had recorded it, she was just into Highschool and she had meant to record the latest episode of the Dragon Puff Girls one day (she was always told she was too old for that show, but she didn't care), but had accidently set it for the wrong channel. She had been horrified when she came back home later that day to find that what she had expected to see as another adventure of her favorite girls yet again saving the Village of Villageville was instead a heavy duty exercise program.
At first she was so horrified she wanted to cry, but as she watched there was something about it that opened up a side of her that she never knew she had.
The instructor was a strong muscular male not much older than her, and he had an upbeat personality and a voice that just made you feel good about yourself. To say the least, Rhiana had found him very very attractive.
Over time, Rhiana found herself watching that tape again and again. Eventually, the more she watched it, the more she found herself beginning to join in the program too.
"Rad Drago Boy here, getting you into shape " The instructor introduced himself "To start we'll begin with a warm up." He readied his body, rolled his manly muscles, "Now shift your weight from one foot to the other, to the left, to the right, to the left, to the right!" He demonstrated, "You got it? Now, put some energy into it, put some energy into it, yeah, that's right," As the instructor rocked back and forth on his back legs, Rhiana did the same.
"Now, turn around and face your rear to the TV, yes exactly like that," He demonstrated by turning his rear toward the camera, "Keep shifting your legs left, right, left, right, rock to the beat, rock to the beat, yeah you got it, you got the moves!" Red Drago Boy continued, moving his rear for the camera, back and forth, back and forth. Rhiana faced her rear toward the TV and rocked back and forth to the beat alongside him, "Throw your hips baby, that's what I'm talking about; add some tail action in there, don't be shy! Yeah! Rock that booty, rock that booty! You go!"
They rocked, back and forth, back and forth, the energy in the room was real.
"Now, we do this because it helps strengthen our leg muscles, but mostly we do it to show off our booty, because you have a _nice_booty, be proud of your booty."
"You have a nice booty too!" Rhiana exclaimed to the dragon on the TV as she rocked left, right, left, right with him in perfect sync.
Rhiana felt herself filling with elation, what would he think of her if he met her in real life? Would he think her booty was nice if he saw it in real life. She couldn't help but feel bubbly all over inside at the thought that maybe it would be yes.
"Now, let's switch things up a bit," Rad Drago Boy announced as they finished with that segment, "Here we got a 50-ton barbell," he gestured to a barbell layered with weights, "We are going to work those legs and lift it."
At this stage in the video, Rhiana always took out a one-pound weight; it was the most she dared to use on this exercise.
"Now roll on your back and lift that weight," he did so and began lifting the weight with his back legs, "Now, pump your legs," Rad Drago muscles rippled under the weight of the barbells as he pumped them, up and down, "Pump It, Pump It. Yeah you're doing it. Crunch those Muscles!"
Ooh those muscles, so strong and manly, Rhiana's heart quivered.
"Now, with one leg," He removed one talon from the barbell, his muscles quivered all the more, his face clinched, straining under the weight of 50 tons, "You're strong, you can do it!" he strained. "One... Two..." He pumped, every muscle in his being trembling, Rhiana felt her heart bubble, anticipation rising at what she knew was to happen next, "that's it, you got it..." wait for it... "Thre-"
His talon slipped, he lost his grip on the barbell...
SMASH!
The bar came smashing down right through the opening of his back legs, the weights on either side crashing into the floor, just barely managing to miss the rest of him.
His whole body jerked, it tried to fold inward, in an instant he was roaring in agony desperately trying to remove the bar from his most delicates.
Rihana's eyes were riveted to the scene on the TV, in awe of the travails that this handsome masculine body could endure. Knowing that her response would be nowhere near as severe as his, she dropped her own weight, intentionally aiming it away from her body (even she wasn't crazy enough to try that) and jerked her own body as if to pretend it had hit her as well.
Rad Drago Boy's crew had managed to remove the weight, all 50 tons of it, and now he was writhing there, talons clutching where the bar hit him, moaning in pure angst. Only a dragon could take it like that, and even the best of them would never take it that well.
Rihana was a girl, the travails of Rad Drago Boy did not pertain to her, but she grabbed herself in her own somewhere-most-amusing and writhed and moaned through this part of the exercise instruction alongside him anyway. A world of anatomic mystery and intrigue may have laid between them, but through these actions, she could be right there with him, in this moment of their bonding time.
"What are you doing?" Rihana's mom said suddenly as she passed into the room.
"Pretending to be male," Rihana replied simply, still on her side on the floor in her manly fetal position.
"Okay sweety, just don't forget to incinerate the garbage before I get back this afternoon."
"Okay mom," Rihana replied as her mom left through the front door, shaking her head in befuddlement.
The moment she was gone, Rihana returned her attention back to her exercise program.
Yes, she loved this program, this program gave her happy feelings she could not explain. She loved to follow along with him. She liked how holding down there reminded her how different she was from him. She wondered if Rad Drago Boy would like it too. Pretending to be male reminded her how glad she was to be female, how glad she was that there were guys out there who could be males.
OWWW-HOWWW! She moaned at the internal thought knowing how much that pain on screen must've been real.
The truth was, nobody could truly know what he had been going through in that moment except him, and made it _very_special. Finally, Rhiana rolled back onto her stomach and held her head in her talons to watch the program, once again in admiration of the dragon still moaning on the television before her. "You go Drago Boy, you just lay there and have your 'you' time."
Rad Drago Boy moaned one last time, and then the broadcast cut out, the tape turning to static...
That was the last time Rad Drago Boy had been on the air, he was never to be seen again. Rhiana still had the tape to remember that fateful day, but as to what actually became of that handsome dragon on the TV after that, she would never know, the only remnant of his memory a sole VHS tape, a tape that went with her through the years, brought her joy in the hardest times, never failed to cheer her up when she just needed a voice to tell her that she was something nice, someone to be proud of.
As the years passed, as we do with all things of our youth, Rihana began to watch the tape less and less, when she left home to go to college, it had been left behind in a box in the attic all but forgotten, a memento from a time long past.
As Rihana looked at the tape now, the memories of her youth began to return to her. She looked over at her VHS player, barely used these days, and shrugged. Hooking up the necessary wires, she put it in.
The image had faded somewhat through the years of unuse, but the image was still able to be made out. The moment Rad Drago Boy came onto screen, she gasped. He was younger then, his facial features more taut, but the face that had been clouded over in her memory with time was unmistakable.
A tear rolled down her eyes, her spirit overwhelmed with emotion.
As she watched, she began to fall once again into the same rhythm of movements she had once followed in her youth, the old bubbles beginning to rise once again inside her. It didn't matter, she didn't care, to her this tape was more valuable to her than a thousand years of hoarded treasure.
Then suddenly the door opened. "What are you watching?" Her husband asked in bafflement.
Rihana stopped and turned to look at him. Without hesitation, she rushed over to give him a hug, the man who had given her so much joy growing up, who had helped her through so many hard times, made her feel bubbly like none other, who had encouraged her to be worth everything she was to this day, the man who still stood by her side with love and compassion even now. She knew now where the love inside her came from, her inspiration. She was so overwhelmed, she could almost cry.
"Thank you," she told her husband with tears in her eyes, "thank you for everything."
And in that moment, she knew, through all her memories leading her to this moment, the promise of her youth that made her feel home had been fulfilled.