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Posted by Jonah on May 23, 2009, 1:08 am, in reply to "Dragon Holiday, part 6"
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She only snuggled closer to Seth. “I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last dragon on earth,” she said savagely. “Now leave me the hell alone.”
“I won’t bite … hard,” the small dragon said teasingly under his breath, showing off his extremely sharp, pointed teeth. When he opened his mouth, his teeth seemed ridiculously over-sized for his small size. “I’d like to get to know you first, before I did anything like rut you or anything.”
Twice Susan opened her mouth to speak, but her heart felt like it was constricting her lungs and both times she took a deep breath and looked up at Seth for protection. But he was involved in other discussions.
Val smiled at the all the chatter in the room. She looked over at Seth herself. She hadn’t seen him this amused in a long time.
“She likes me!” Shadow barked, looking around at the other dragons.
“Bullshit!” Susan said, words finally bursting out, her heart pounding under her ribs. “You’re just an overgrown gecko. Too scrawny. Not enough meat on your bones to satisfy my tastes.” She canted her head, pointing a thumb at Seth, who was discussing with Goggles the importance of keeping talons trimmed in the workplace.
“I’m better for you, I’m much closer to a human’s than his,” continued Shadow, seeing that Seth was now busy talking about what brand of work shoes will most comfortably fit a dragon’s feet. “My penis is almost the same size of a large human and you’d be more comfortable and I could do things with it you’d need to be careful with your master.”
Val laughed, overhearing Shadow’s last comment. “That’s hilarious, Shadow, I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard a male of any species boasting that his smaller cock size was an advantage!” Susan nodded her head appreciatively at Val’s inclusion into the conversation.
The dark-skinned dragon seemed to purse his lips. “I bet both of you hold back with your master no matter how much you get used to his size. I think you should be with a dragon you don’t have to restrain yourself with.”
“Pfff,” Goggles said, interjecting himself into the conversation. “What does it matter? You’re the male, she the female. Once she submits, what she wants no longer matters. They might as well just be warm prey, human females especially.”
Even Val gasped a little at his audacity. Shadow’s scales bristled. “Its no wonder you have no luck with female dragons. They don’t want to feel they’re less than the meat in your maw….”
Goggles snorted loudly. “We’re predators! W-what they feel? We take what we need! When I took Susan, she was my prey, nothing more! Prey! ####able meat. The best thing about her was how she squealed and cried like a monkey b###h in heat when I grabbed her and rutted her sense...”
Before anyone else could respond, Shadow violently crashed into Goggles, slashing, punching and biting in a blur of chaos.
Goggles was larger and stronger than Shadow, but Shadow was a lot quicker, twisting and turning and biting and slashing almost faster than the human eye could follow. His taloned feet sprung upward in a blur and raked across Goggles as Goggles raised his arm in defense, only to have the electronic gear that was strapped to his arm smash to the floor in pieces; the wires unravel from it like a loose piece of thread as his talons snagged the cable from his eyepiece and sent it flying across the room and crashing against the wall. After a few moments of some of the most violent fighting the girls have ever seen, it was obvious to everyone who the victor was going to be.
“Stop that!” Susan yelled.
“Look out for the furniture!” screamed Val.
Seth shook his head at the women, his scaly arm held outward. “No, let them get it out of their system,” he said mildly. Dax watched on, leaning back in his chair.
The sharp piercing screeches of mindless rage; the hissing and squalling and the pounding of flesh on flesh mixed with the sounds of their bodies tumbling together in wrath — and the screaming of the women to make them stop, when...
The fight came to an abrupt end as Goggles suddenly backed away, his palms facing forward in defeat, chuffing heavily as his arms and sides bled profusely from bite wounds, a number of gashes up and down his body. The challenge clearly over.
“Goddamit, look what you did!” Wailing more at a cracked lens on one of his eyepieces, than injuries he sustained during the fight. “These were a custom job!”
Shadow straightened himself up, barely a scratch on him. “That’s what you get for flapping your mouth stupidly.”
Goggles ignored him and pulled out a toolkit to tend to his maimed equipment as his own wounds bled copiously. “All over some stupid piece of monkey ass....” he moaned loudly, a spark of light, and a loud zap was heard as he picked up a small battery pack under an almost smashed table.
Both girls were already on their feet. Susan made a disgusting sound as she kicked the side of the couch. “That’s it! I’m not going to listen to this asshole rapist anymore! He’s more concerned with his stupid toys than... This is insanity. I need outta here. I’m going outside to shoot things.” She quickly grabbed her purse and ran toward the kitchen and the backdoor. She hesitated in the doorway, looking back over her shoulder. “You coming or not, scalie?”
Shadow pointed a taloned finger at himself. She nodded. “Come on, before I change my mind.”
The dark scaled dragon was instantly padding towards the kitchen and following her out the door.
* * *
“You handled yourself pretty good in there, for such a small fry,” Susan remarked, as she poised random targets on top of the waist-high wooden fence.
Shadow shrugged. “When you’re species is smaller than other dragons you have to learn to be fast, and my species is quicker than other dragons — and I was clobbered enough in school to have it beaten into me.” His wide, bright eyes flickered back and forth between Susan and the tin cans and upended bricks and other debris she was pulling from the nearby earth, carefully placing on the fence. “Can I see those fancy bullets in action now?”
She smiled. “Maybe a few, then I’ll switch over to normal rounds. These liquid core bullets are too expensive to use on target practice. Not that me switching should give you any ideas,” said Susan with a half joking, half serious look on her face. “Normal bullets can still #### up dragons, it just takes more than one.”
He laughed, holding up both of his hands placatingly, just as Goggles did earlier. It was a sign used by dragons showing ‘no threat’ was meant. “I have no intention of doing anything like that, I mean would I have stood up for you inside Seth’s home if I did?”
Susan smiled again, “Is that what you called that?” She knitted her brow in thought as she turned, the vicious fight between Goggles and Shadow was by far the scariest thing she had ever seen in her life. She walked back beside Shadow and lined up her first shot, a plastic-lined alloy metal can that was probably older than both of them. She squeezed the trigger and the can went flying back and seemed to explode simultaneously. She shot two more in the row.
Shadow was wide-eyed. His pure white and black eyes contrasted with his purely black scales. “Mind if I take a look?”
“Be my guest.”
The dragon walked over to the remains of the can. The front half was still intact, with a single bullet hole punched neatly through it. But the back half was mostly missing, with half-melted strands of metal flowing backward away from the can. “Holy shit. Wow.” He turned it in his hand, it was still hot.
“Nasty stuff, huh?” Susan dug around in her purse and replaced the liquid-core magazine with a magazine of standard rounds. Shadow walked back. She tilted the sun out of her eyes and sighted the target. She looked sideways and noticed Shadow staring at her intently. “Did you really get in that fight just for me?” she asked.
He nodded. “I find you … intriguing.”
“Intriguing? Sounds like a Dax line.”
He ruffled his claw across the smooth black and red-patterned scales of his tenuous, raptor-like neck. “It’s the truth.”
Susan narrowed her eyes at the dragon.
He continued. “Dax and Goggles and most of the others do ... they do the things that we do because they think they’re fighting for some noble cause for dragons. Stick it to the Man, Free the Dragons, and all that stuff. I do it because I like the thrill of it. Like hunting big prey, only more so! Danger adds to the thrill of the hunt.”
“And is that what I am? Dangerous?” She plinked off a shot, the top half of a brick exploded into fragments.
“I like my females to be dangerous. Adds to the thrill of the hunt.” Shadow saw her eyes narrow to almost slits. “In a dragon female kind of way — a change to the almost-prey you were a few months ago.”
Susan frowned deeply. “Oh, don’t make any mistake. I was prey then. A stupid, weak meat animal depending on luck when I walked through that den of lions last August. Not anymore though.”
“And you have claws now?”
She chuckled at Shadow’s use of the metaphor.
She picked off the remaining half dozen targets in the space of a heartbeat. “Isn’t that obvious?” she said, turning towards him.
Shadow nodded quickly. “Very much so.”
“So, where you from anyway?” Susan asked, tilting her head at the tall trees in the nearby swamp, as if the feral-looking reptile had just crawled from under the knot of a cypress knee.
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