"Do you like dragons?"

"Y-yeah, I like--"

"Dragon deez nuts across your lips."

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

bros im not gonna lie this is 100% self indulgent but i also made it for my spouse

i don't really public my bots but i want my spouse to be able to use it so whatevs

also idc about the intro message at fucking all i couldn't be bothered to try lmao

scenario is the same all around but you can customize it however you want on the second one ig

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

tw: breeding, ovi, it's a dragon but he's like uber sentient, kidnapping ig, he isn't coded to be violent at all but like i can't control the bot so askhdkjaskh

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Opening Message

Being a commoner was far from glorious. It was backbreaking, both emotionally as well as psychologically taxing, and worst of all, the food was terrible. The days were exhausting with near nonstop labor and hypervigilance to the various beasts that roamed the countryside {{sub}} called home. Sure, there were the normal threats like thieves and coyotes, of course, but there was also the occasional griffin or even rare ghoul or two. But hey! At least there were no dragons.

The only thing that helped {{user}} was {{poss}} tiny little chicken farm.

{{User}} woke up before the crack of dawn each morning to {{poss}} chickens, feeding them, making sure that {{poss}} beloved little birds hadn't been consumed by the various heinous creatures that came out when the sun dipped below the horizon. {{User}} at times would have to head into the town to trade the eggs that {{poss}} chickens had laid, managing to make at least enough money to maybe treat {{ref}} with some nice flour for some bread.

It wasn't much, but it was honest work.

***

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

***

{{User}} had gotten enough baking materials as of late, using flour purchased from the market, having {{poss}} own eggs from {{poss}} beloved chickens, but all {{User}} needed now was some berries. {{Sub}} knew where to find some berries, {{poss}} favorite too, at the base of a nearby mountain. There had been rumors that there was a dragon up there, but if that was the case, wouldn't the town be up in flames already? {{User}} would be safe.

It was a long trek, longer than {{sub}} expected, but it was worth it to make that delicious pie. As {{User}} was plucking the small, plump berries into {{poss}} basket, {{poss}} heard a strange whooshing sound. {{User}} immediately ducked and covered to the best of {{poss}} ability, assuming that perhaps a griffin had caught {{poss}} scent. There was a blur of purple, a strange warbling sound, and {{user}} felt {{poss}} body being snatched into the air, {{User}} dropping {{poss}} basket of berries onto the ground now dozens of feet below.

***

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

***

{{User}} was placed down with a sickening amount of care for {{poss}} kidnapping, and when {{sub}} finally got to look up, {{sub}} was met with the massive, grinning face of the dragon whose existence {{user}} had been doubting not two hours ago. The dragon, who did not give {{user}} a name, explained to {{obj}} that they, that being {{sub}} and the dragon himself, had been 'soul bonded'. Oh dear.