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Ever since my first visit with Tana, she and I have grown ever closer to one another. I've learned to follow into a routine of sneaking out in the dead of night, avoiding as much as the city guard as possible, and seeing Tana in the caves near Sol. There's so many things I've learned from her, such as how her species' telepathy is an innate trait that follows them from hatching. In turn, I tell her about the outside world, and the many adventures my family's had in their nomadic years. We even share secrets with one another, things we've never told other people in our lives. For once, I've come to know a person in my life that I wholly trust and confide into; Katrina's a great friend, Loren's very understanding, and Reed's...Reed, but none of them I feel completely comfortable with in the sense of more personal thought. I know it sounds utterly insane, but out of anyone in the assembled lands, Tana, a damn dragon, of all things, is the one I feel the most at home with! Even more than my own father, whom I respect and cherish.

It's early morning. I get myself ready for a hard day at the forge. The quartermaster keeps hounding me over where I put the steel ingots, and it takes a while to find the damnable things, apparently tucked all the way back in the storage room. The job's a nightmare enough as it is, but having to run a double shift today...I just can't take it! What doesn't make things better is Reed coming to bother me while I stoke the flames on the forge. The wolfish Canis props himself on a wooden beam, looking at me with a smirk as I move the coals around with a pair of tongs.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite human." Reed says with a slight hint of sarcasm under his breath. "How've you been since the ca-"

I shut Reed up by "accidentally" dropping a hot coal on his foot. He doesn't seem to appreciate that happening, obviously, as seen from his scowl and low snarl. "We don't talk about that, remember?" I say to him almost whisperly. "Especially not in front of the quartermaster."

His angered expression quickly turns to one of bemusement. "Don't want me talking about your secret girlfriend?"

I tense up rather suddenly. He can't possibly mean..."Wh-what are you talking about, Reed?"

He chuckles rather heartily, bearing his teeth in the process. "Puh-lease, I can smell it on you. I know you've been seeing her." He leans in really close, whispering in my ear. "Dragons don't make very good friends, you know..."

I drop my tongs at the mention. I'm dead stiff, shivering in panic. I turn towards him slowly, a look of sheer terror on my face. "H-how do you know? Wh-who've you told?!"

He wraps an arm around my shoulder, laughing hard. "Bah, I haven't told anyone!" His arm around me feels so tight, he's threatening to almost choke me. "As for how I know...you just told me." He adds with a devilish grin.

Damn him! Exploiting me like that! How dare he!? I knock his arm off from around me, and turn to face Reed with a fury dancing in my eyes. "You piece of shit! Why would you-"

"Relax, Jarrod, calm the hell down." He pats me on the shoulder, his casual expression doing nothing but making me even angrier. "Seriously, I just came to give my two cents on this. D'you really think seeing her's a good idea?"

"What do you mean?" I say with a hateful undertone.

He almost looks like he's going to choke on his own spit when I ask that question. "What do I mean!? She's a fucking dra-" Reed cuts himself short when he notices the quartermaster is listening. He pulls me away to a spot with less prying eyes. "You know what she's like, Jarrod! The second you turn her back, she'll eat you alive!"

I look whole-heartedly offended when he says that. "She's not like that! She's-"

"She's a big fucking lizard!" He states with waving arms for emphasis. "You're nothing but a walking morsel for her!"

"You don't know that!" I shout at him with grinding teeth. "You don't know anything about her!"

He's now yelling back. "I know enough to know that this is going to end badly for you. Jarrod! I'm telling you this for your benefit!"

"She's a person, like anyone else!"

"You're making a mistake, Jarrod! Just listen t-"

I had heard just about enough from him. "NO! You don't know Tana!" I storm off in a very audible fashion, my feet crashing into the ground with each and every step. I tell the quartermaster I'm done for the day, and leave before he even gets the chance to say anything. Reed simply stands there, looking angered and upset. But I don't care. He shouldn't have overstepped his boundaries like that. He doesn't know her. He'll never ** ** know her like I do.

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Night comes again, and I head to the caves as normal, trying not to draw attention to myself. It's my 12th time visiting Tana in the past month. It's come to the point there's little we don't know about each other. We sit together pretty lazily, her curled up in a rather majestic fashion, and my idly stroking her beautiful crimson scales. It's a wonderful feeling, being with someone I trust and respect so completely, and feels the same way about me. Who knows how many hours go by, as we simply just....lay there, enjoying each other's company. It's a sort of friendship that need not any words involved; simply being with each other is enough.

I'm finally the one to break the silence. "It's been incredible, Tana. But I must take my leave, before they know where I've gone."

She simply nuzzles into me, rubbing her draconic maw against my person. Don't go yet, friend. I truly enjoy your company.

"I wish I could, I just can't risk them finding out about you. If the wrong people find out, they...they may want to hurt you, and I can't let them. I...I won't let them." I wrap my arms around Tana's neck, giving her a tender, warm hug. She replies, in turn, with ruffling my hair with one of her talons. I shouldn't let myself be so attatched, I think to myself, but being with Tana just feels right.

Tana drapes a wing around me, looking at me with those piercing yellow eyes of hers. Please, stay. Don't leave me.

"I'm sorry, Tana, but my friends and family need me."

I _need you. _I could tell there's a pain in Tana's eyes, along with...something else. She rumbles with pure joy and contentedness as she holds me close, and I do the same in turn. It's funny; for a minute, it almost seems like she-

I love you, Jarrod.

...loves me. She...she loves me. The thought takes a second to register, before I finally respond. "W...what?"

She takes a moment to lick at my cheek, slathering me in her saliva, which I doubt was on accident. I truly, sincerely, love you. You've shown me greater kindness, more companionship, than anyone, anything, in this world. You've made me happy again, Jarrod, something I thought I'd never be in all my life. I want you to stay with me.

This was a lot to heap on me at once. I've known that Tana has very strong feelings for me, but never this strong. My hug around her neck grows tighter, and I start to feel the same sense of compassion and need that Tana has. It's been staring at me the entire time. Why I've felt so at home with her, why I've confided into her more than anyone else in my life. I finally realized my own feelings for her, and openly express it with a kiss to her neck. "I...I love you too, Tana. And that's why I have to go. If they find out about you..."

Tana brings one of her front legs up, and rests a claw at my chest, circling around in a very rhythmic fashion. I understand, Jarrod. Just know that I am here, whenever you need me.

I nod confidently in her embrace, a surge of newfound strength of mind coursing through me. "I know, and I promise we'll be together again." I break from the hug, pulling myself from the loving spectacle and proceed down the caves, traversing them through sheer memory alone. This would be difficult, being in love with someone whom I can rarely see. but I just know that this feels right, that I need to be with her. She needs more than a friend now: she needs someone she can rely on, someone who can help her get through the day. Day....day! I step out from the caves to the bright summer sky. I was in there for so long, it's become daybreak!

---

I hurriedly race back towards Sol, ducking and weaving through the forest thrush to avoid the sight of the city guard. I feel much more energetic and limber than usual, vaulting over fallen logs and jumping gaping rivers with the greatest of ease. Making my way towards the gate, I see a small caravan of people in the distance, coming in from Hearthsfield; the perfect distraction. I wait until the caravan reaches the gate, then quietly slip by unnoticed by the guards. Once finally back in the city, I take in a fresh breath of relief, before my quartermaster grabs me by the gruff of my hair, and drags me towards the forge.

"You're late, apprentice." The bloodhound says as he shoves me in front of the burning embers. "You need to make up the time you skipped out on yesterday."

"My apologies, master!" I say with sincerety in my wavering voice.

He grunts at me, and throws me the forging hammer. "I don't want apologies, I want work done."

Understandable, I suppose. The king's guard has been demanding more blades and metalwork in bulk, apparently due to some sort of crisis out north of Sol; the details are rather sketchy. regardless, I do as I'm instructed, and I tend to the forge, smelting ingots, and hammering in new blades for the guard, just as any normal day. I usually have problems holding the tools as they get more and more heated, but today, they feel rather cool to the touch. In fact, at some point, I accidentally drop the tongs into the coals while I was tending to them. Nervously, I reach out to grab it before the quartermaster can see, and...it didn't even burn. Needing to test to see if my theory was right, I rub my hand across the burning and crackling coals. Nothing. They feel warm, yes, but not burning hot like they should. There's not even any sign of skin damage when I bring my hand back up, it feels perfectly smooth to the touch. I quickly noted in my head this peculiarity. How is this possible?

---

"You touched the coals?" Katrina said to me over a pint of ale at the tavern. "Get the fuck out of here."

"I'm dead serious, I don't know why this is." I down what must've been my 3rd pint since we got there. I normally don't drink ale, and I have my reasons why, but the past few days have been giving me ample reason to. "Things have been rather off since...ah..."

"Since what, Jarrod?" Katrina inquires, determined for an answer.

"N-nothing, it's...rather personal."

She chugs down another mug of the rum, apparently having taken a liking to the strong brew. "Ah, family problems? Or something else, I'd imagine?"

I start to look particularly annoyed about her prying. "It's nothing, stop asking about it."

"Well, fuck you too." She retorts with a disgruntled undertone. I don't like talking to Kat like that, but I don't want anyone else to know about Tana. One person's enough, and it's worse off that it's Reed, of all fucking people. She's about to say something else before a completely hammered-looking Felina falls off his stool, stumbling to his feet to complain at the bartender.

"Jusht one murr shwig!" The plastered tiger demands.

The bartender simply yanks the tiger's mug away, staring daggers into him. "Ye've had enough, lad. I'm a-cuttin' ya' off."

The drunk patron deosn't take kindly to these words, and unsheathes his claws. "I shaid one murr shwig!"

The bartender avoids a lazily-thrown punch, the tiger barely on his own two feet. I get up quickly, knocking Katrina's hand away as she tries to stop me, and intervene in the fight...well, not so much a fight as a drunkard making a fool of himself. I quickly step in and block a blow before it connects with the bartener's torso.

"Friend, I'd ask that you step out of here. Now." I say as bluntly as I can.

"Ah, fuggoff with y'damn bullshith." He delivers a hefty kick to my groin, which feels...oddly unpainful. Rather, it only makes me crack my neck, then throw a mean left hook to the drunkard, sending him unconscious on the floor outright, towards the cheering of the rest of the tavern. I can't say I feel proud of myself, but I am rather surprised. I mean, I'm not otherwise very strong, nor would I think that a single blow could take down a humongous Felina like that, even as drunk as they were. And how did I not even so much as flinch when I got kicked? This day was getting wierder by the minute.

"I, er...I need to head home, Katrina." I say as I quickly make my way for the exit. "Things have been confusing today."

She gets up very quickly to try to stop me, but it was no use. I was already out into the streets, blazing a trail back home under the setting sky. My father notices my rush as I enter the home, and stops me short of my bedroom. "Is there something the matter, Jarrod?"

"Hmm? N-nothing, father. I'm just, ah.."

"Remember, Jarrod," he states with a level tone, giving me the look, "you can't lie to me."

I let out a frustrated cry as I push father aside to head to my room. "It's nothing that concerns you, father! Good night!" I slam my door shut, locking the bolts as my father bangs at the door.

"Jarrod! Jarrod! Open this door!"

With no response given, my father sighs, sitting himself back down into his chair, taking quill and paper with him, writing in his journal. He looks to be rather upset that I refuse to talk to him about things, but decides to leave it be. "He'll tell me when he's ready. He always does."

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Finally in the safety of my room, I remove my clothing, bit by bit, to inspect myself. I feel rather itchy, scratching at my arm as it feels like a million fire ants are biting at it. heaps of dead skin starts to roll off me. That's not normal! I look at where the dead skin's peeled off, and I can see small, shield-like plating running across my body, almost like...scales!? Bright, reflective scales, green as my own eyes! Wait, my eyes...I look in the mirror, and I notice my eyes are a solid, glowing blue, save for slitted pupils that stare back at me with a surreal fierceness about them. I undress the rest of the way, noticing my chest has a strange, circular mark on it. Circular mark...this is Tana's doing! If this is what my upper body looks like... I unbuckle my leather pants, and what I find leaves me in unspeakable shock: my groin, which once hosted my maleness proudly, has been replaced with some sort of scaly slit. Upon touching it idly for what seems like an hour, my look of shock never leaving my face, the slit opens, and my jaw drops at what I see: a huge, throbbing meat stares back at me, tapered tip and bulbous knot included. the very sight sends me into sensory overload, as my mind attempts to process what's going on.

This can't be real... This isn't real... This has to be a dream... It...it has to...be...

My mind gives up. I can't even come close to comprehending what's happening to me. I fall backwards with a loud thud across the floorboard, consciousness fading from me. I drift in a dreamless sleep for what feels like an eternity. Then...

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"You smell so good..."

My eyes are closed, and I feel too groggy to open them presently. All I know is that my body feels...incredible. I can feel another one, pushing against me, as lustful thoughts dance inside my head. The female voice sighs and moans, wrapping themselves around me.

"Nnngh...yes, yes..."

I can feel myself pistoning my hips, the body beneath me crying out in joy. I can feel something wet and warm engulfing my loins, and as my eyes stir open, I can't believe what I'm seeing...Tana! And I'm..

"D-don't stop, Jerrod!" She's crying out. I'm not hearing her inside my head, but...with my ears, which, as I look, I don't seem to have any ears anymore, just strange nubs. I look down as myself, and I realize I've become a full dragon! Green, shining scales ripple across my masculine, muscle-clad build, and as I look even lower, I'm shocked at what I'm doing: I'm thrusting into her, my huge dragonhood parting her lower lips over and over, as I come to the realization that I've been having sex with Tana! A part of me wants to scream, to panic and flee. But something else is telling me how...right this feels. My loins feel numb as I push into her again, and again, eliciting heated cries from the dragoness underneath me. "Please, more! Mate with me!"

I can't help but give her what she wants, as I can feel something internal give out, and a torrent of fertile seed erupts from me, surging forward into Tana's womb. I cry out alongside her, taking in the amazing feeling of having claimed and bred such a magnificent creature. As we lay there, tied, she wraps her neck around mine, whispering into my ear-hole.

"I am yours, Jarrod. Forever."

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I wake up with a shudder, back in my room. My heart's pounding, racing, as I breathe in and out rapidly, my head trying to come to grips with what just happened. That was...I couldn't find the words to describe such a lucid dream. Maybe it wasn't a dream...no, it had to have been! I look down at my aching member, dripping with musky pre. My mind is devestatedly confused, the only thing that I can muster as a thought:

F-fuck.