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Thread: Campus Craze! (Dante12590 x Fancy_Brat)

Sure why not? Tell you what let's make it a bit more interesting we'll have a little wager as well. If I win we'll do something I want to do to finish off the day if you win then we'll do something you want to do. You can choose anything you want so what do you think? he asked as he tightened his laces on his shoes and slid into a starting position. During high school he was an incredible 100 and 200 meter dash runner although he never mentioned it or bragged about his ability the only way someone would know about his talent would be by either seeing him run or seeing the enormous collection of medals he had won from national competitions and track meets.
Thread: Campus Craze! (Dante12590 x Fancy_Brat)

Miranda paused for a while to think about the offer. She was usually up for competition, though she usually didn't play for any wagers, especially against her best friend, who seemed to always come up with many awkward things to do. She wasn't even sure about what she'd have him do if she won. However, she couldn't help but be greatly intrigued by the idea. Hmm...careful. Don't want to get too crazy, but I think I'll take you up on that offer. She suddenly took off ahead, giggling softly.
Thread: Campus Craze! (Dante12590 x Fancy_Brat)

Cheater! he yelled in amusement as he took off in a sprint trying to catch up with her, I'm not sure what's gotten into me but I want to win this wager! he thought as his powerful legs moved like pistons and he quickly caught up with her as they reached the half way point. Come on you better take me seriously unless you want to lose! he teased as each passing second brought them closer and closer to the gate.
Thread: Campus Craze! (Dante12590 x Fancy_Brat)

Miranda turned her head slighty, surprised to see how fast Nikolai was catching up to her. What? He's so fast! she thought, starting to pick up her pace up to full speed. They seemed to be evenly matched, almost always neck and neck. Miranda could see the front gates slowly get closer, and she was starting to get tired. She just didn't have enough to keep up, and Nikolai passed through first. She almost fell over as she slowed down, trying to catch her breath. Ah...I lost.
Thread: Campus Craze! (Dante12590 x Fancy_Brat)

Nikolai finally stopped after he passed the gate and jogged back to her, Man that was a great run! Some of the best competition I've ever had. he complemented her as he offered her his hand to try and help her up. So will you honor or wager or just call it a competition between friends? he asked as he finally came up with his idea but decided to allow her a choice if she felt uncomfortable.
Thread: Campus Craze! (Dante12590 x Fancy_Brat)

Miranda had a giant smile on her face, despite how out of breath she was. Wow. That was a great race. she said, standing straight now. You really are fast! I even took a head start. She figured that she'd accept whatever it was he wanted. After all, she had agreed to these terms. I'll stand by our wager. So, what'll it be? she asked, a curious look on her face.
Thread: Campus Craze! (Dante12590 x Fancy_Brat)

Nothing extreme really. he told her trying to put her mind at ease, To be honest I would just like to have a nice dinner with you. he told her naming his simple request. He suddenly felt a little shy but at the same time she was his first friend on campus so he figures he'd share at least one more fun moment with her before they split for the day. So how does that sound? he asked as he awaited her answer.
Thread: Her Next Target (Toxic & Mortals_Dream)

Alexis, whos adoptive name is now Raven had just come home after being gone for almost two weeks. Her last assignment was tiring. She had to trick a scientist of another country into believing she was on one of them to gain information on a biochemical weapon they were working on while she passed the information to our government, in which she also had to tamper with to make it ineffective, all during which they were running her through a special type of boot camp. After a night of sleep that was very much needed she was getting ready for school the next morning as if she never missed a day. It was all set up with the government. She would be covered. Not that it mattered, they had her on super drugs by day and kept her training all night. She never even had the chance to take the time to think about the day her parents told her they were enrolling her in a government program and she was to do as they say. Now they both have cozy government jobs and she is training and working all the time. It wasn't always like this, she use to have fun with the private teachers that would come and teach her how to protect herself, use her abilities and oh so much more. But after months of tests, and meetings, drills and more, her own personality slowly is becoming that of a mere past thing, her individuality slipping away she began to mold into what they wanted of her. She was in all advanced classes and the government had her specially set up so that things they did were not suspicious, when the girl disappeared for a few weeks she would still have all her homework turned in and never missed a beat. She got a call from her mother. This was a tad rare but she shrugged it off. I have another assignment this week so you won't have to worry so much. Her voice was almost void of emotion. They had a winter camp over the holidays that worked her to the core. Stripped her of what they could. She looked over the contents of the folder before her and researched the government database for additional information she may need. I got to get ready, Victor will be here to get me in a few hours. Take care. 'click' That was it. Nothing more. She was in assassin mode now and nothing can get her out of it.
Thread: Her Next Target (Toxic & Mortals_Dream)

Alex leaned back into the cracked and stained leather of the chair that dominated the middle of his apartment. It didn't look like much but the young man didn't care too much about what the place looked like. He had better places to put his money than into any sort of comfort in his own apartment. He might look like a normal boy but in truth what a person looked like didn't always mean that was what he was. The young man was one of those few with powers, one of the few that was more than just human, and one of the few that the government wanted to kill every chance they got. Alex sighed and closed his eyes, erasing the small apartment from his vision. His mind slide away from his body, almost drifting on the winds as he scaned from mind to mind. He was a telepath, able to read the minds of people though in this case a strong draw pulled on his mind, dragging him away from other thoughts to one particular set of thoughts he knew well. A mind that ran close to his own and so could easily draw him in. His sisters. Of course she didn't know that but that didn't stop the connection between the two of them. Things had happened in their lives, not that he knew everything about what had happened when they were young yet, but he knew he knew more than her. She was a pawn at the moment, nothing more, brainwashed by the government. That was where his money was going. He hadn't met his sister but he didn't want her under the control of the government either. Alex sighed again. He coudl feel that his sister was in killing mode again. Her thoughts always changed whenever she was moving to that, mostly because her normal thoughts died and the brainwashing took effect. He didn't like this mind, not recognizing the thoughts as the sister that he had followed for several years.
Thread: The Last Dragons (Trist and Sol)

Those were dark, dark times. Where once diversity had been queen, humanity had grown and began to smother and overpower the miriad of other races, occupying their space, taking their food, killing them out of ignorance and fear, until the day a pact was struck and the so called 'creatures' would no longer be persecuted. However, though, for some races it was too late. Others had managed to keep a steady number and had, in a short time, regained their splendour. Still, those were few, many struggling to survive and increase their numbers, with only a few handfuls left here and there, scattered to the wind. One such race were the dragons. Proud and fierce, perhaps that was what had enticed the slayers to go after them above all, despite the risks. Those who couldn't defend themselves were slaughtered, no matter what they were, male or female, warrior or caretaker, elder or child. And yet, now they lived in relative peace with the humans once more, keeping their distance, trying to rebuild and thrive. These thoughts weren't on Selena's mind though. One of the rare children that had survived, she was going to come of age that day. Fifteen would have, in another time, considered to be too soon, cnsidering the lifespan of the race, but her people was desperate, females scarce, so any that became available had to be taken. Amongst the elven ruins in the forest on the outskirts of her home, her violet eyes wandered though the moss stained marble, sighing lightly. She had only heard that it was going to happen, with no idea whatsoever about what it was, and that, quite frankly, was doing little to put her fears at ease, a foreign state of anxiety to the usually spunky and willy girl, her tail whirling from one side to the other, a clear mirror of her nerves. The parting rays of the sunset were beginning to tinge the green forest with its orange hues, getting one last hefty sigh from the young girl's chest. Time to return home... her father surely would explain her what was in store.
Thread: The Last Dragons (Trist and Sol)

Appearance Sol was angrier than he's even been in his millennia long life. Those stupid little humans had risen up and practically destroyed his entire race. It was almost impossible for him to believe. After their first so called Dragon slaying occurred he had suggested wiping out the entire race. The other elders of his race had vetoed his idea instead opting for peace. Ironically they were the first one slaughtered. Politicians and thinkers were easy prey for groups of seasoned human warriors. He had foreseen this possibility when the killing continued so he had set up a contingency plan. Before the humans attacked the settlements with his children he sent her away to elven ruins in the area. Spotting her in the distance he landed and began walking towards her. He wraps his arms around her. I was afraid you hadn't gotten away. Everything's gone. Everyone's gone.
Thread: The Last Dragons (Trist and Sol)

A smile shone on her face at the sight of her father, running towards him, but it soon faded as she noticed the expression on his face, his embrace, more than warm, feeling... heavy. Desperate. And after his words, nothing else needed to be said, her happiness draining away at the news of the renewed slaughter. Everyone was... gone? Father... Selena's mumble was faint, her voice almost silenced by the shock, her small arms going around her father's waist, first thugging weakly, then gripping stronger, tears starting to flow down her violet eyes. In the first wave, her mother and siblings had been killed. Now, they were the only ones left. Of all the dragons that had once walked the world, they were the last ones. Her forehead rested against Sol's chest, reviewing the faces of those she had once known. All no more. Father... she repeated, her voice a bit stronger, though shaking. ... what do we do now? There was no place to go now, was there? Nowhere they could live safely. And, really, what was the point? Wasn't everyone... gone?
Thread: The Last Dragons (Trist and Sol)

Sol kisses her softly on her forehead. It's alright. I'll protect you. I'll never let anything happen to you. He lifts her gently into the arms and takes into the air, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. While she is in his arm he pulls her close to him wanting to shelter from all the pain of their tragedy. He eventually touches down in a mountain pass. I know this is going to be hard Selena but we have to go on. If not for us, then for all the people we care about who aren't here. He sighs. He is as distraught as she is he just struggles to keep his emotions in check. I have scouted out a nearby human village. It pains me to say this but we must disguise ourselves and live among them at least until we can rebuild our race.
Thread: The Last Dragons (Trist and Sol)

The girl was just able to sob in response, pulling herself closer to her father's warmth. He was the only anchor left she had. When her feet next touched down the ground, her still tear filled eyes glanced over Sol's face. She could tell he was just as affected by it as she was, perhaps even more, and yet he was holding himself steady for her sake, his words ringing true, wiping out her tears in her sleeves. If not for them, for those who'd passed. With her sight cleared and her mind less clouded, Selena processed her father's words. They'd have to mingle with the humans. The same humans who'd brought about this catastrophe. If at a time she had been curious about them and their ways, right now just the thought made Selena want to choke herself. Still, for the sake of her race... Yes, they had no choice. Rebuild our race... she repeated, trying to think how they'd do that. Yet, she failed to understand how. 'That's impossible.' the young dragoness thought somberly.
Thread: The Last Dragons (Trist and Sol)

Sol had hated the humans even before the genocide of his race and now he was going to have to live among them. It would be so difficult to control his urge to slaughter them all. But he couldn't. He had to control himself for the sake of his daughter. She needed a safe stable place to grow up instead of fleeing from the Inquisition. Sol takes Selena's hand in his as he begins to walk along the path. This village needs a blacksmith and our cover story will be that our village was destroyed by barbarians. You'll have to pretend to be my wife because my human form doesn't look old enough to be your father.
Thread: The Last Dragons (Trist and Sol)

Her smaller hand clasped Sol's tightly, eyes locked on the ground as they begin heading their way. In one hand, she'd have to pretend she had lost it all... wrecked by barbarians. And wasn't that true? No lie in there... A part of her also drove her to wish she'd pretend to be a mute as well, so she didn't have to comunicate with those... monsters. However, It was the prospect of having to pass as her father's wife that most befuddled her young mind. I'm... not sure if I know how... Selena bit her lower lip, aprehensive. In the meanwhile, slowly but surely, the features that told the world that that girl was a dragon were beginning to disappear, first the wings fading from sight. Flight... she was going to miss it...
Thread: The Last Dragons (Trist and Sol)

Sol leans down and kisses his daughter softly on her cheek. Dont worry, I'll make a good husband. He says trying to make a joke. If you wish, I can do most of the talking. No need for you to interact with these... animals anymore than you have to. As they were speaking they came to the end of the road where they are met by the Town Guardsmen. What business do you have at Granite Pass, today? the guard asked. The father frightenedly explained his situation to the guard. Soft tears even fell from his eyes. The only sign of his anger was his tightened grip on Selena's hand. For his part the guard seemed ecstatic to find a new blacksmith. Apparently the old one had passed away recently in some sort of animal attack and his house was still vacant. The guard wasn't sure but assured them that if they spoke to the village elder he would probably give them the old blacksmith's house.
Thread: The Last Dragons (Trist and Sol)

Deeply relieved, Selena nodded to her father, feeling a small weight lift from her mind. The sound of the guard's voice made her inwardly cringe though, her face enclosed in a mix of sadness and wrath, tears flowing down her skin once again. The guards'd pass it as her being simply overwhelmed, being a woman and all, but much like Sol was restraining himself from murdering them, so was Selena doing her best not to do anything rash. They weren't tears of pain. They were tears of rage. Granite Pass was a lively small village, detached for the most part from the rest of the world. Where in others it would be packed to the brim with soldiers, mercenaries and other bloodseeking hunters, here it seemed like just a regular, happy day, people going and toiling about on their daily shores, children playing without a care in the world, all so different from what Selena was feeling. She wanted them to suffer. To feel on their skin what they had done to her kind. And yet, when a smaller child smiled up at her, a fragment of her couldn't help but thinking it was all just... wrong... Quickly, she hid her face against Sol's arm, not wanting these beasts to see her cry. They didn't deserve to see her tears.
Thread: The Last Dragons (Trist and Sol)

Sol wrapped his arm around her as she pressed her face into his chest. For a quick second, a dark look passed across hiss face as he looked at the small child. Unlike his daughter, Sol had no sympathy for any of the children but his own. Misunderstanding her tears, It's alright. There is no need to be afraid. They aren't any real warriors here. After she was done crying, he followed the directions the guard had given him to a small house on the hill. The Elder was away but the guard has tld him that he could stay i the house at least until the man returned. Although it was modestly sized and very clean, the residence was nothing compared to what they were used to. Sol turns to Selena and tries to smile. Welcome to our new home.
Thread: The Last Dragons (Trist and Sol)

Selena began to cool off, after her breakdown, for the rest of the way. She had to put it behind her back, to some degree, if she was to endure this test. To survive and become stronger for the days to come. The girl was frantically trying to hammer it down on her mind that it would be alright, she could do this, she just had to try harder. Harder, harder and harder, until her wall was back up once again. As they were approaching her new found home, Selena snuck a glance at her 'husband's' face. He was trying hard, she could tell, so hard for her sake... That was it. She would do her part as well. For her, for the fallen ones but, most of all, for his sake. It took some willpower not to demoralize at the sight of their newest abode. And blacksmiths were supposed to be one of the most conceited professions on the human villages? Even the less wealthy dragons had houses at least triple the size, if not more. Well... Selena sighed, gathering herself. ... looking on the bright side, we'll never be too far apart in here. She smiled to Sol, not completely confident, but at least it was better than her previous state.
Thread: The Last Dragons (Trist and Sol)

Sol looks down at her at her and lets out a loud genuine laugh that seems to surprise even him. He smiles, I guess you're right. We'll be spending much more time together than we used to. He takes her hand and pulls her down to a chair next to him. Remember before when I spoke of us rebuilding our race. I didn't mean any sort of magic or resurrection. I'm going to impregnate you multiple times over our lives so we can have many children. It'll be hard for both of us but it's the only way to rebuild our race. Despite his soft words, the erection straining against his words show how much he enjoys the idea.
Thread: The Last Dragons (Trist and Sol)

Her father's laugh was the best thing Selena'd heard the entire day, like a warm wave that reassured her and shoved her fears away. And the fact she could bring him some happiness in these dark times... it just made her warm and fuzzy inside, happily scooting over to the seat he guided her to. She could tell he had something to say, maybe something about the future. And Sol did, his first words making her eyes widen in curiosity. The curiosity changed into surprise, as the news hit her though, her jaw dropping slightly. He would impregnate... her? ... W-what? Selena jumped out of the chair, staggering a few steps back, clamping her hands over her mouth out of shock, going it over in her head. It wasn't so much the prospect of mating with someone of her own relation, cousins becoming a couple had been fairly common and accepted... but so closely? Selena didn't remember hearing of it. And... young, wasn't she too young to be bearing children??? Well she was supposed to come of age today, whatever it meant... but, children? With Sol... That sudden thought clicked something in the young girl's mind. Hadn't she promised herself she'd do anything for the father she loved so dearly earlier? And her race... they couldn't just let it die out... not because of her. Selena closed her eyes, trying to calm down, her arms falling to her side, taking in deep breaths. The only way... Still shaking a bit, she opened her eyes, walking back to Sol and sitting on one of his legs. If you say so, father... I'll do everything I can...
Thread: The Last Dragons (Trist and Sol)

Thoughts of roughly forcing his large cock into her virgin pussy crossed his mind as she sat on his leg. He pushed them down. He wouldn't allow himself to be the way he normally was during sex. He'd be gentle with her. He'd control himself. He had too. He placed his hand gently on her leg and leaned down kissing her softly on the lips. I love you baby and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable so we don't have to start right away. She moves slightly on his leg sending shivers down his spine and causing his erection to press against her.
Thread: The Last Dragons (Trist and Sol)

The kiss surprised her, but, unlike the rest of the surprises that day, it'd actually been a pleasant one. Something else thugged at her attention though, as something pressed against her petite body. Selena's eyes drifted to see what it was, the large bulge on his pants spiking her curiosity. She definitely didn't remember seeing her father with something... there... like that. Maybe she'd ask him what it was sometime. Father, I'll do anything for you, anything you want. I just... don't want to disappoint you... She shifted her position again, so she could hug Sol's neck. Her knees were placed by his sides on the chair and she leant over, her pussy inadvertantly rubbing against his hard cock. I love you, Father...
Thread: The Last Dragons (Trist and Sol)

I love you too baby. Sol groaned as her pussy rubbed his cock. He wraps his arms around his daughter, hugging her back as he slowly begins grinding his cock into her. His hands travel down her back to caress her ass. Don't worry. You could never disappoint me. He wants her badly but he knows if he takes her now it will rough and forceful. He needed to stop what he was doing but he couldn't.
Thread: The Last Dragons (Trist and Sol)

The grinding against her pussy was starting to make her feel funny, a red tint appearing accross her cheeks. It was making her feel good, but... a wierd kind of feeling nonetheless. One she didn't know. However, Sol'd know it pretty well, as his pants were beginning to grow moist from his daughter's wetness and her small nipples had become noticeably hard under her dress against his chest. F-Father... I feel... hot... she mumbled, letting go of his neck to sit up straight, though still getting herself some leverage by holding onto his shoulders.
Thread: The Last Dragons (Trist and Sol)

He couldn't hold it in any longer. He need to have his daughter and he needed it now. He leans down and forces his lips onto hers as he kisses her passionately. He hands grab the front of her shirt and rip it off, exposing her tiny breasts. Daddy will make it feel all better. Sol says as his hands go between her legs and rub her pussy.