Dumped on the size of a road.

When you come round again you find that you are no longer in the room, or any other room for that matter. You are outside on the side of a dirt track in the middle of a forest.

You look down at yourself and see that you're still a dragon-boy. Your shirt is reduced to a few tattered shreds, your oversized footclaws are bare (They destroyed your shoes and socks) but at least your pants survived nearly intact, save for a large hole in the seat where your tail burst out.

As you are wondering what to do next, your enhanced dragon hearing picks up the distant sound of hoofbeats.

Written by AR

No more pages for this story line have been written yet. Use the link below to write one of your own!

Add your own new page to the story!

Back to the parent page

(This page has not yet been checked by the maintainers of this site.)