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seduced by a dragon
mass and strength of even the largest
human. We had tough scaly skin, snapping jaws that made a
crocodile's seem weak in comparison, and ham-sized claws designed
for gripping fleeing prey and ripping and biting them apart. In the
primeval wild, humans would have had no choice but to be prey to
us.
But this wasn’t the wild, and humans had
these little dexterous hands that were far more agile and versatile
than our clawed ones. They were better tool-users. Knives and
spears and rifles and shotguns and rockets and combat helicopters.
Despite the superior advantages of a large predatory reptile, there
was no way we could compete with that, especially in the numbers
the humans could employ them.
It was forty years ago that our elders were
transported to this world from our own homeworld. It was similar to
Earth, from what they told us. There we had developed a primitive
society. Not too different from what the humans once had just a few
thousand years ago. Except humans evolved tools to survive, while
we hunted prey by tooth and claw.
One day, went the story, spacecraft descended
from the sky and forcibly evacuated our kind from the planet. A
voice emanating from the ships said simply that they were being
moved for their own protection, but they didn't say from what.
The elders never saw a single alien. Then,
what seemed like moments later, my kind were dumped unceremoniously
onto the more tropical climates of Earth.
Millions of intelligent meat-eating reptiles
were suddenly part of Earth’s ecosystem. This did not go well with
the planet's current top inhabitants.
And merely a week after that day, in the
summer of 2025, at least one in ten dragons lay dead at the hands
of the humans. Even after cooler heads prevailed, pointing out that
dragons were clearly intelligent, the killing continued in the
less-civilized parts of the world.
Still, the so-called Dragon Wars slowly
ground to a halt as communication was established between our two
species. Dragons adjusted remarkably well to the environments on
Earth as we were curiously compatible with its biology. Apparently,
we dragons are genetically similar to birds and crocodiles. Some
scientists believe we're related to the planet's early inhabitants
known as archosaurs, during the time of dinosaurs. How we arrived
here, and why, is a mystery.
* * *
I led this Valerie back to my hovel of a house. The
mistreatment of my kind flashed through my mind. Why shouldn’t
there be payback against these arrogant monkeys, and why shouldn’t
I enjoy myself while doing it? It would give my existence some
meaning. I grimaced. Keep rationalizing, addict.
I knew all dragons had the same temptation
from time to time, seeing these small pink or brown things
scurrying by, oblivious. What predator wouldn’t want to start
grabbing them and stuffing them in his maw, like popcorn on
legs?
Dragons who were discovered giving in to this
kind of temptation were either outright shot or tried for murder.
The latter usually died strapped to a steel table with a
titanium-tipped needle of poison in their arm.
And after each incident was made public,
hostile stares from humans everywhere we went, harassed by law
enforcement, jobs suddenly harder to find, rents going up without
notice. I suppose my fellows had every right to be hostile toward
dragons like me who attacked humans, since it made things that much
harder for us in the long run.
Damn it, I had to stop. It was the only sane
thing to do. Yet I calmly escorted the human female to my rickety
front porch with every intention to have her in my belly before the
night was through. So much for willpower.
But those big breasts… were they real? One of
my earlier victims had implanted saline bags to enhance her breast
size, and I had a devil of a time passing them.
It was the darkness of dusk as we approached
my house. The smell of nearby swamp was thick in the warm, moist
air. It stood at the end of a grass-grown drive, partly hidden by
willow,
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