Difference between revisions of "Return of Esmerelda"

Revision as of 05:54, 13 June 2012

Participants

• Fleur
• Darkwyrm (cameo)

Director

• Darkwyrm

Log

Darkwyrm had returned to his bunk and drifted off into a sleep. Being pregnant, of course, had its downsides as far as fatigue. The commons grow quiet, except for the occasional sound of an employee walking downstairs for one reason or another.

Fleur is here, too, fussing with the internal workings of some comm device she's been carrying around. The fennec has a small screwdriver tucked behind her ear, and is otherwise dressed in her PJs.

A light scuffling noise can be heard near the doorway before the lights in the sublevel commons go out with a click.

The fennec sits up in bed, both ears perked for sounds from outside. She looks around, eyes slowly adjusting to the dark. "... hello?"

The sound of claws on metal is heard as a dark silhouette scrambles up the stairs to the first floor.

The fennec steps lightly out of bed, setting her comm unit aside. She bears her tiny claws and begins to follow silently, an expression of concern painted on her face...

The scene upstairs is the same. The bar is deserted, closed to the public for the night. Saul had likely gone home for the night. The lights, however, normally kept on, are also off here. A power outage perhaps?

"Hello?" calls Fleur, looking around. She doesn't know where the circuit breaker box is, but she might have some strong suspicions, with her history in security engineering. She's a bit easier to spot in the darkness than many, with light, creamy fur. Upon hearing no response, Fleur decides to head a bit deeper into the building and see if she can take care of the problem herself.

( Fleur's intuition leads her towards the back of the building, towards the rear exit to the parking garage. Back there is a utility area where the fuse box, backup generator and other things are located. Upon reaching there, she finds all of the breakers flipped off, and the metal door to the garage ajar. )

Fleur tosses a glance behind her, then sighs. She begins to flip the breakers back on. Click, click, click, click... eventually, she finishes, and then makes motions to investigate the garage door. A security breach...?

The lights flicker back on slowly as the power surges to them once more. The door is held open with a large rock, obviously placed so it wouldn't lock someone out.

Fleur frowns, slipping through the door and looking around. "Alright. We're onto you. Come out with your hands over your head and nobody gets hurt, capiche?"

The door slams shut behind her.

"... I should have expected that."

The garage is only lit with a few precariously placed lights. Seems like Giza didn't want to waste too much power lighting this place.

The fennec glides between a few of the Giza vehicles, looking around for signs of trouble. She briefly considers fleeing, but really, she can't imagine a group that powerful that would want Giza dead. She listens carefully...

As Fleur passes one of the vehicles, a tail lashes out from behind one of them, attempting to trip her!

Fleur tumbles forward, spins around, and raises both her hands, ready to strike!

All she can see is a large dark shape, roughly seven feet tall, black in this poor lighting. It looks roughly reptillian, but this is confirmed when it charges at her, whipping one of its wings at her.

The vixen is bowled over! And she has a moment of terror. She recognizes that species! Fleur feels herself hit one of the garage walls, and her head begins to spin. With focus, she makes jagged splinters of light leap from her fur and begin blasting everything in the garage, inflicting some collateral damage as it bombards the arena.

The dragon takes a large breath and exhales, creating a dazzling display of dancing shadows as fire blasts from its mouth, engulfing the splintering attacks and dissipating most of them. The rest bounce off the thing's scales, causing minor cuts as it charges again, attempting a tackle.

THUD! If there's one thing Fleur is not, it's large, and the shadow dragon is definitely that. Familiar, oily black scales pin the fennec to the ground as Fleur writhes under her assailant! She attempts to inflict some pain with her claws - but it's not nearly as effective. It's only after a few seconds of fighting that she suddenly freezes, her ears pressing flat against her head. "L-lilian?"

The large, block scaled head leans in, showing off a menacing, toothy grin. "Hello mother..", she says. "How good to .. see you again.", she says. The dragon uses her weight to her advantage, and effectively pins the much smaller Fennec.

The fennec begins to kick wildly, and a shudder goes through her. "Wh... what are you doing here?" she asks, with wide, frightened eyes. "... let me go, Lilian."

Lilian shakes her head. "Not this time, mother.", she hisses. "You've been too long denying your desires.. I've come to correct that." She flaps her mighty wings over her, creating a brief draft of air. Her eyes glow menacingly against her dark silhouette. "I want.. my REAL mother back."

Fleur's voice lets out a panicked squeak, and she grits her teeth, beginning to struggle against the stronger and highly advantaged woman. "N-no," she pleads, "Lilian, please, I... j-just let me go!"

The dragon seems to delight in your futile strugging. "See how weak you are. You're powerless. Useless. Unable to even assert your wants and needs. I'm going to help you mother, return you to how you SHOULD be." A grinding sound of glass against pavement is heard as Lilian uses her tail to pull something out of a satchel at her side. A small vial of whoknowswhat.

The small desert fox draws a sharp breath, beginning to shake her head. "L-Lilian," she says. "N-no. That... it-it's going to turn me into a monster..." tears begin to form in her eyes, and she begins kicking, futily. "P-please, Lilian...!"

Lilian lets out a wicked laugh. "If you really wanted to stay as you are, nothing should stop you. Surely not your own daughter." Her tail raises up and lifts the vial between you and her, the faintly glinting glass container reflecting the glowing color of Lilian's eyes. "See this? This will save you from your frailty.. " Fleur stares into the glass container as though she were staring into the depths of a nightmare, her heart hammering in her oversized ears. She looks up into Lilian's eyes, then over to the bottle again, and shakes her head. "N-no," she chokes out, attempting to push the dragoness off of her. Lilian's stronger.

"But.. it's not complete.", Lilian continues. "No, I need to add the perfect last ingredient.. I, your daughter, carry half of your genes, and with my essence this tincture will return you to your form when you brought me into this world.. bring me back my mother." She moves her tail between her legs and rubs it against her nethers a few times. She shivers slightly and lets out a breath before she pops the cap of the vial off with her tailtip and a drop of fluid falls into it. She regains her composure and bring the vial forth again, shaking it with her tail and letting it mix.

Fleur's eye twitches slightly. She manages to pull one arm out from under Lilian, only to be swiftly pinned down again in the bat of an eye. She clenches her jaw shut and begins to shake her head, tears dribbling down her cheek. Someone would come in and find her. They had to have noticed the power outage. Someone will come in and find her...

Lilian shifts her weight to free one of her arms and grabs your head with her powerful claws. "Stop resisting, Mother. I'm trying to help you. Open wide..", she growls. "You're not going to make this any easier for either of us by resisting, and I don't want to hurt you because you know, of course, that I love you."

The fennec continues to sob. She keeps her teeth clenched and shakes her head. "Y.you're crazy," she murmurs through gritted teeth. "Can't just... do this... to people... p-please..."

Lilian tilts her head and leans in close, one of her eyes within inches of your own. "Oh? Can't I? And who's going to stop me?", she asks. "Besides, it's not like I'm hurting you.. ideally. I'm helping you.. realize your potential again." Her clawed hand lightly rakes your cheek enough to scratch your flesh, but not draw blood. She starts to squeeze your jaw tightly until it quickly becomes very painful to keep your jaw shut.

Fleur puts up a fight, she really does. In the end, though, she's forced to open her mouth, and she begins panting for breath, even as she feels those powerful hands slip inside her tiny, vulpine muzzle and force it open. The fennec shudders, beginning to shake her head. Her eyes fix squarely on the concoction in Lilian's scaly hand...

"That's good Mother.", the dragon says, changing her voice to a more soothing tone. "Now drink up, and don't spill.." With those words, she turns her tail, tipping the contents of the vial over your mouth. As soon as the foul mixture is drained, she quickly clamps her claw over your muzzle, holding it shut. Her tailtip moves under your chain and starts to stroke your throat, trying to relax your gag reflex.

Fleur grunts weakly, struggling some more... she finds herself swallowing a little of the vile mixture in her mouth, though, and panic flares up in her eyes. She kicks at Lilian's thighs, pulls at her pinned down arms, sheds a few more tears. After what feels like an eternity, she feels her body betray her, imbibing the rest.

Lilian growls approvingly when she feels your throat finally give out and down the elixir. She releases your head, letting you breathe regularly. "Don't try to cough it up, it won't work.. as we speak, it's already assimilating into your bloodstream.. it recongises your DNA, and it knows what form to bring you to.", the wicked dragon says as she picks herself up off of you and takes a few steps back.

Fleur shudders, rising shakily to her feet. She stares down at the floor, at her body, and at the empty flask. She feels the bitter aftertaste in her mouth. Her eyes look up at the shadow dragoness who pinned her and forced her to down this. ... so far, nothing's happening, but she feels... no, wait, something's definitely happening. Her heart skips a beat.

That tingling, it starts to spread through your body, but first it focuses on your hindquarters. Your fluffy fennec tail loses its hair and lengthens, grows shining black scales. Lilian looks on approvingly and sits on her haunches, watching eagerly. "Oh Mother, look, your beautiful tail has returned."

The tail is long, wrong on a fennec's body. Fleur looks down at it, and as she does, tears practically break out of her eyes anew. "Lilian," she whispers, her tail sinking, "do you even realize what you're doing? I'm going... I'm going to do horrible things..."

"Who cares what you do?", the cruel dragon asks. "At least you be doing.. exactly what you want. Unfiltered by weakness, untaintned by inhibition. You'll be my True mother, who sought her desires out on another, and conceived me. That is who you'll be."

Fleur's head is next, and she's beginning to take on height as well. Fur falls from her like it was never really part of her, and the structure of her bones cracks until a feminine, scaly, and horned head forms from her fennec face. She pants, and there's a faint shimmer in the air in front of her as she does so. "... Well..." she murmurs, feeling her internal organs shift. "... may... maybe I'll do more, but..." she draws a sharp breath. The infection continues.

"That's it.. give into your desires..", Lilian chants as she watches on. She spreads her wings, making her black silhouette look large and intimidating, as if showing you an example of what power you'll soon wield again. Your arms and legs seem to change in sync, the infection spreading down your limbs, ripping out your fur as it travels and leaving scales behind.

The rapidly rising Fleur falls on her knees, her scaled, clawed hands reaching up and grabbing her head in resistance. This... skin is so familiar! It's so frightening! And soon, she'll be trapped in it again, sauntering all over town, taking what's hers... she breathes deeply through clenched teeth, but slowly, her agitation seems to be settling. The world, and her entire world view, spins around her.

Your body moves quickly after that.. the infection moving through your bloodstream at an accelerated pace. The rest of your fur dissolves as the dragon's taint rushes over the surface of your flesh, and with a mighty crack of bones and sinew, your prominant leather wings break free above you. The figure - gone from tiny to imposing - still stays on her knees, drawing deep, fierce breaths, her pajama bottoms in rags, her form nude, black scales glistening in the dim light... she lets out a cry as her new wings burst forth, and with it, draws a powerful breath. ... she falls forward on all fours, her mind spinning. Her wings fold slowly behind her back. She is now completely a shadow dragon ... from horn to toe.

"Mother.. my mother..", Lilian says, crawling on all fours slowly towards you. "Are you unharmed? Your scales look beautiful on you.." The now-slightly smaller dragon looks over you approvingly.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Fleur uncurls her wings, looking up. Her expression shifts from confused to bemused, and slowly, she begins to stand to - dang. She stands to a good 6'9", almost one and a half times the size of her previous form. Now, instead of looking up, she can look her daughter in the eyes, slightly down. She smirks cruelly and raises a clawed finger to stroke her child's scales. "You did the right thing," she coos, in a voice that is so sultry and feminine that it's hard to imagine it coming from the fox she had been two minutes ago. It drips with honey. "I should have some form fixatives in that bag over there. Let me make sure that we're never separated again this time, dear..." half-closed, sultry bedroom eyes glow with malice, and her entire form screams unashamedly for breeding, for eggs... she takes this moment to remove the collar from her neck and stow it away.

"Yes, Mother, right away!", Lilian says, her voice changing from the previously aggresive, to a more obediant and childlike tone, showing she obviously knows who her superior is now. She walks over on all fours to your bag and noses through it, pulling a single vial out with her teeth and carefully carrying it over to you, offering it eagerly. "I'm so glad you're back!", she excitedly chimes in.

Esmerelda breaks the seal on the flask, reads the label, and knocks it back. She smiles. "So am I," she replies. Waves of heat escape her nostrils with her breaths. She closes her eyes, allowing the fixative to flow through her, and then she hauls up her bag. "It's been too long since we've bonded, little one. Let's find a boy. Have you made me a grandmother since I've been gone? I fear Fleur never did bother to ask about you~"

"I've not had time to bear children..", Lilian says disdainfully. "I've spent months looking for the proper ingredients, and the ideal time to bring you back to me." Her eyes light up at the prospect of bonding, though and a happy grin spreads over her face.

The shadow dragoness' midnight black hand strokes Lilian's head, and she kisses her. "Let's fix that right now," she says, guiding her out with a sway of her hips and a grin. "We're going to be so happy, you and I~"