Dragoness (Story Mode Tier Reward Story)

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Dragoness

I slap the packet of cigarettes onto the counter, my gaze sliding past the girl behind the desk like I’m staring clean through her.

“Sir? Is there anything else?” she chirps, all sunshine and rainbows with the actions of forced customer service.

Slowly, my eyes meet her gaze. Her blue eyes sparkle with the promise of a bright future, although I’m not sure what she’d be happy about. Ain’t no way she’s going to ever retire in this economy

“You got any purpose back there?” I ask, holding in the urge to laugh at my own brilliantly witty sarcasm

“Purpose?” The cashier girl turns to look behind her. “Erm….”

I lower my gaze as my ‘joke’ goes right over her head. I guess I’m just too meta for my own good.

“Don’t worry, miss. Can I just pay for these?”

I pay, she says goodbye, and I step out of the store. In my hand is a packet of cigarettes, and for the life of me, I can’t remember why I bought them. I don’t even smoke.

As I head toward the road, I glance back at the shop. I’m not even sure why I came here. It’s almost like something beyond me has forced me to come to this place and this time.

I shrug, “Eh, who cares?”

I step off the curb without thinking, my mind still chewing on the absurdity of the last five minutes. The world feels slightly out of sync, like I’ve walked into the wrong scene of someone else’s life.

A blaring horn rips through my thoughts. I turn my head, confused, just in time to see a wall of steel and headlights bearing down on me.

“T-Truck-Kun….?”

There’s no time to move. Full force, Truck-Kun slams directly into me.

My world snaps into darkness. No sound, no feeling, only the sound of my heart slowly thudding in my chest. Eventually, even that gently fades into the background.

Am I dead?

Silence.

Then the single beat of a heart. Then another. Twin heartbeats pull me from the endless nothing.

Slow at first, then gradually settling into a steady rhythm, as if the two beats are answering each other. I see nothing but void and darkness, until a single pinprick of light appears in the distance.

I follow the light, and as I do, the sound grows louder until it’s not just in my ears, it’s in my chest, in my skull, in my bones.

Somehow, I keep moving towards both the sound and the light, each growing with every passing second. Then, as if I’ve been ripped from the jaws of hell, light bursts all around me in a blinding flash.

I open my eyes to a skie so blue it hurts, clouds drifting lazily across my vision. A breeze brushes past, carrying the scent of grass and something faintly floral. I’m not where I should be—that much is clear.

I push myself up as the memory of headlights and metal linger in my thoughts. I can barely focus on my surrounds as my eyes adjust, but my senses are screaming out with new and unfamiliar sensations.

Something’s not right…

I blink, hard. Everything feels wrong. Not just the fact that I should be dead on a road, but it feels like someone has change every single setting.

I lift my hands into view, and for a second, my brain refuses to process what I’m seeing. Not skin, but purple fur. The sunlight catches on it, smooth and soft, running all the way up my arms to where my fingers… used to be.

“W-what the actual….F—”

I freeze. My voice sounds high, but also deeply gravely, like I’m some sort of demon or monster.

The breeze shifts, and something brushes against my legs. I glance down to see purple tartan. I’m wearing what looks like a gothic dress. The skirt blows gently in the breeze, but that’s not what my eyes fixate on.

In front of my very eyes, my stomach bulges out like I’m a pregnant woman and about to pop.

I stare in amazement as I move one paw onto my belly, only to feel it kick with life. Something is inside me, I feel its movement. I feel its heartbeat. I feel connected.

I place both paws onto my stomach to check I’m not going mad, and once again feel the kick of the child inside. The child that I’m clearly very much pregnant with.

Holy shit! I’m a woman!? IM….A….WOMAN?! How is that possible?! How does getting hit by a truck mean I wake up as a woman?!

And a furry one at that….

“Well, shit…” I say, gravely, with large teeth closing together with precision as I speak. “Come on, out with ya!” I look around, assuming this is all a dream or, at worst, a practical joke. “Someone’s making fun of me. Where are you??”

I try to stand, but I can’t.

My stomach seizes with a pain I can’t put into words, like relentless blows to the trouser berries over and over with no mercy. My whole body tenses, and I can’t hold back a desperate scream. The agony spikes with a single, long breath, and I roar, fire bursting from my mouth as I howl into the air.

If I weren’t in so much pain, that would have been AWESOME!

As the burst of flame dissipates, the heat singes the fur on my ears. I cry out once more, claws digging into the dirt, my entire body trembling as waves of pain stab through me.

“Hazel!”

Voices waft past my ears in the distance.

“Hazel. Look!”

Trying my best to hold myself together, I face the direction of the voices. Coming towards me across the field is something of a fever dream. Two women, one a cowgirl and the other is only what I can describe as a ‘dog girl’.

“HELP!” I scream out, bursting fire into the air once more as I look up into the sky in indescribable pain.

“Look, Hazel, look!” the dog girl bounces around me with her tongue out like she’s found her ball.

“Look, Hazel! Look!” She spins on the spot before standing over. “Are you a dragon. I’ve never seen a dragon before. You’re deffo a dragon!”

“I tell you what I am!” I howl out, digging deeper into the ground. “I’m in pain! Help me, you weird, but oddly cute dog thing!”

“Hazel! Hazel!” the dog girl barks. “Hazel, come quick!”

Footsteps run in my direction, and before I know it, a young and very pretty young girl stands over me with an almost fearful look on her face. Her mouth drops and her eyes grow wide as she looks at my body.

“Well, I’ll be god dammed!” The girl looks me in the eyes. “You’re a dragon, aren’t you?”

I grit my teeth and then bare my fangs. “I-I…I feel like I’m about to EXPLODE!!”

“Lizzie,” the cowgirl clicks her fingers. “She’s giving birth. Go to the house, get towels, water, and plenty of blankets.”

“Rooof!” Lizzie rushes off.

“Everything’s gonna be A OKAY, miss.” Hazel kneels beside me. “Your baby is coming and Ima gonna help you out.”

I stare daggers at her before howling out once again. “Get this thing out of me!”

The pain tears through me one last time, and I let out a roar that shakes the ground. I push hard without thinking. I scream without having words to say. I open my legs as wide as possible without knowing why.

Something shifts, then slips free, and the air is filled with the sharp, tiny cry of a newborn. My chest heaves, my vision blurs, and the world around me feels numb. I catch the briefest glimpse of a small bundle of purple being lifted from between my legs, and then everything drifts away like smoke.

When I open my eyes again, I’m lying in a bed I don’t recognise. The room is warm and gently lit by sunlight spilling through a small window. My whole body aches, and my fur is damp with sweat.

My brain is completely shot to pieces. I was a man. I was hit by a truck. Now I am a beast, a dragon? Now, also, I am a mother.

“Howdy,” Hazel says cheerfully, looking at me from the slightly open door. “Well, morning, Mom. About time you’re sleepy behind woke up. Someone is desperate to meet you!”

Confused, very sore, and feeling entirely like I’m dreaming, I sit up to see a bashful, baby girl dragon with the same color fur as me and a big smile on her face standing at the foot of the bed.

“Momma?”

I look at Hazel, utterly speechless. The child is standing on her own and speaking!

How can that be the child I gave birth to? For that matter, how on Earth did I give birth at all!?”

“Seems you’re little one is growing up fast, Momma,” Hazel steps into the room to smile down at my baby. “I can’t pretend I understand either, if I’m being completely honest. I thought all your dragons were all goners.”

I glance between my ‘child’ and Hazel before letting out a long breath. “I think you’re going to need to explain some things to me. I-I….I think I’ve lost my memories, or something.”

Of course, I haven’t lost my memories. I’m a dude who’s clearly taken a very wrong turn.

Hazel explains some stuff to me, having to go very slowly as I try to catch up.

Yeah, I’m a dragon now. A purple, fur-covered, female dragon, whom Hazel playfully calls ‘Dragoness’. There’s no doubt about it. When they show me a mirror, there I am. Purple fur, two thin black whiskers sprouting from my pointed face, large fang-like teeth, and some very alluring, but confusing, feminine curves.

Apparently, dragons were wiped out years ago in some great war. The fact that I’m sitting here, breathing, is impossible. This place I find myself isn’t Earth, either. The land’s called Vexara. Big skies, open fields, and a large city to the east that Hazel calls Eryndralis.

Hazel leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, looking at me like she sees weird shit like this all the time, and it’s no big deal.

“I run a farm out here,” she says casually. “Been tending wheat, goats, and the occasional traveler for years. Lizzie…” she jerks her thumb toward the bouncing dog girl, now peering through the doorway “… well, she’s… Lizzie. Helps out sometimes. Mostly just gets distracted by shiny things and her own tail.”

Lizzie barks from the other room. “Hi, Momma Dragon!” she chirps, tail swishing so hard it knocks over a stool.

I blink at them both, my claws curling into the quilt. My head is still spinning, but one thing’s for sure…

Vexara isn’t going to make a damn bit of sense.

“Hey, Mommy…”

I see my baby girl clambering on the bed to be with me. More on instinct, I help her up, and she curls up by my side, holding me tighter than any lover I had in my past as a man.

Big, bright, and innocent eyes look up at me. “Are you mad at me, Mommy?”

Before I can answer, she reaches up with one paw and touches my nose. She giggles to herself. “Momma. Your nose is dry. Are you sick?”

“Kid,” Hazel steps in to quickly fetch some water. “Your Momma was very brave and just gave birth to you. She’s going to need some time to recover.”

Hazel hands me some water.

“Do you remember where you were going, Dragoness?” she asks.

Honestly, the only thing I remember is dying.

“No,” I answer as my new daughter clambers onto me, trying to pull at my ears.

“Do you remember your name?”

Frustated with the little girl using me as a climbing frame, I try and grab her and hold her. However, she’s like a wriggly little fish. Weird, for something so furry.

“Hmmm….” Hazel stands beside the window and leans on foot against the wall. “You must have a partner somewhere.” Hazel points at the little girl now bouncing on the bed. “I don’t know much, but I do know you need two folks to tango and produce a little one.

“Y-Yeah…” I mutter, frustration tainting my voice, as I scoop my child into my arms. I meet her gaze, and she beams up at me like I’m the center of her entire world. No one has ever looked at me with such pure, unwavering love before.

My cold heart melts in that moment. This little girl is mine. Whether I believe it or not, I gave birth to her. She’s my child, and I guess between us, we’re going to have to work out the crazy situation.

“I love you, Momma.” The girl jumps from my arms and hugs me tight

A smile tugs at my lips, but as I look at Hazel’s worried expression, I can tell what she’s thinking. This isn’t going to be easy for me

Hazel lets out a long breath, then looks out the small wooden window to the lush fields surrounding her home.

“There’s only one person alive these days who would have any knowledge of dragons.”

“Oh?”

“You can stay here for as long as you need, but you must stay out of sight when I tell you.”

“Oh…?”

Hazel’s usually soft expression has turned harsh as she looks in my direction.

“Yes.” She rubs her eyes before forcing a smile. “But let’s get some food in you and take care of this little one, eh?”

Hazel stretches her arms high above her head, letting out a long, satisfied yawn. “Phewie, I’m beat!” She ambles over to the bedside, ruffling my child’s head with a fond smile. “And we still need to give you a name, don’t we, little one…”