I shot a dragon. He came at me with murder in his eyes, so I fired my gun right at his scaly, blue chest. And then he abducted me. Hey, at least he didn’t rip me apart on the spot. He has already killed one other girl. But I’m not sure if this is any better. He flew far with me in his talons, before setting down in this cold forest far from the jungle. It’s just me, him and the pulsating bulge in his pants.
And judging from his menacing fury, I have to assume that soon it will be just him.
The pain is unbearable. Pain! In a dragon! It’s unheard of. My chest is bleeding precious ichor, too. This round little female will live to regret that she injured me and made me feel pain, for the first time ever. By the time I have taken my pleasure from her luscious body, she is going to have no doubt how I feel about it.
The sheer sacrilege of hurting a dragon must be punished.
Note: This is a standalone story.