How strange, shifting, creeping, humming, pulsing, and yet I still feel no body all the same.
Where am… Needles
Needles all over like a fire in arrangements that make no sense
with a piercing shock too wide and strong to Ignore.
Legs, short claws at their end.
Arms, copies of my legs.
Torso, muscles arranged differently from what I remember. My bones and nerves are all telling me something different and it’s not just in my torso...
Everything is distorted. It hurts…
Even things that shouldn’t exist are there!!!
An extra limb with no extremities!?
Wait… that’s a tail.
Anchor down.
Who, what, when, where, and why.
As I attempt to gain my bearings, I cope with what seems like a massive change from what I was used to.
Who am I? Me obviously.
What am I? I have no idea, maybe something lizard-like.
As the needle-like sensations start to calm, I can start feeling the surface of whatever I’m trapped in; bobbing up and down, warmed from whatever fluid I'm suspended in.
It’s oddly comforting.
Though the taste is something a human flavor pallet really can’t cover; it would describe as the color black.
I can feel lots of fur; feeling tons of fibers and nerves touching against the shell of what is likely an egg.
I lost track of when but I do know that I’m S.O.L on the why apart from pure speculation.
The options aren't pretty if this is reality.
Am I ascending with no strings attached or with some sort of test?
Maybe this being that put me wherever I am now, did it purely for entertainment.
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What happened, without a doubt, I agreed to the terms of service without reading the fine legal B.S that they forced on me. How beautiful.
Pins, needles, gone, I need out.
With the surge of lightning coursing through freshly formed nerves muscles move on their own.
Shell breaks-crystal cracks and shatters into brittle bits.
With the residual momentum I claw out and roll on whatever cold stoney surface this is to shake the adrenaline out.
As this happens, my fur shoots up and becomes bristled making a rolling, semi-metallic, and semi-rock like chime.
Smack!!! Reeling and flailing around from the freight train that scooped me up I entered a slight panic.
Eyes open, there’s a gigantic fuckoff lizard that's bigger than a bus in all three dimensions.
Flying up, my brain is running faster than my eyes can handle; vaguely I hear the giant say,”my precious princess.” It morphed into something bipedal and twice the height of a basketball player.
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I stopped seeing frame by frame, muscles and nerves fired on the way down;
Whack!!!
As the giant reeled I pushed off it and it landed with a thoom.
Feet on the ground. Fur makes a metallic trill.
The air drawn in is cold yet sweet.
Vision is blurry and unfocused from goopy fluid stuck to my eyes; a massive treasure room with golden glints and gems shining all around except the center of the room where I am.
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After a few moments of vigorous blinking, my vision clears up.
A strange, falsely deep rhythmic noise that I recognize as laughter echoes from behind as A long winded groan comes from the fluffy, tall lizard.
Adrenaline keeps all my fur and spikes as tall as trees but I start to feel confusion as I start to really take in my surroundings carefully.
Energy surging, I make an effort to slowly move my neck and body in a deliberate fashion towards the source of laughter.
I felt unsteady from all the new sensations but my ability to focus helped me from losing my footing as I now look at…
A bigger lizard…
It no… She is properly titanic, though I can’t tell by how much. My sense of scale is off since I have very little comparison other than the fluffy one over there, and she was easily double the size before the one I decked shrunk down…
Those wings and horns; not to mention these new smells and associations…
It’s bizarre but I’ll work with it.
Never thought I’d wake up as a dragon though…
Huh, it seems like my nose and other senses are a lot sharper too now that the egg goop is off.
Back to her.
Still clearly in pain and disoriented, the dude behind me slowly gets up with a loud, sustained, ghastly grunt.
My muscles snap my eyes onto him along with a few shards from my tail that fly with a sonic crack, a couple of millimeters too close for comfort.
In the next instant he said, “woe, steady. I didn’t mean to scare ya. I Just got a little excited.”
The sounds I hear coming from his mouth are a bit distressing, firing the language part of my brain like I already knew this language by heart.
He continued, “I never thought our first born would be such a fighter.”
His voice was deep yet soft and smooth, akin to clothing tumbling in the dryer.
She said, “Loki. Think, before you rile a freshly hatched child. Any closer and you would have earned a deserved wound.”
Her voice rolled like cold water off of ice yet it carried enough warmth to be soothing.
Loki’s jaw was slightly ajar at her words, but quickly agreed with a nod.
A few moments after that exchange that gigantic woman melded and condensed down into her bipedal form. It was only slightly shorter than Loki’s, though her deep ice blue horns more than made up for that with the more upward elegant curve to them.
“Speaking of, would you let me hold you for a moment child?”
It took me a moment to actually process that with all of the new and amped up stimuli. However, since I was used to that in my day to day I went to respond, still dazed.
Though when I went to say something, the automatic response was a confirmative chirp. Not that I really cared at the moment but that came with some subtle mixed emotions that I would have to save for later.
She approached me in a slow yet deft manner; prepared for whatever was to come I subconsciously controlled my breathing.
Then It happened, though I thought it would be more uncomfortable than it was, she picked me up from my mid section from a squat, lifting with her legs.
Vertigo
was the first thought and dominant feeling as the ground got farther away.
Lower and upper muscles ragdolled from torso down.
Straightening up, our gazes seemed temporarily locked onto something deeper within. As Our eyes break contact, I couldn’t help but wonder if Cherenkov radiation would be more or less blue than her eyes.
She takes a few moments, likely studying my horns as she then says,
“Are you a girl? You do have purple horns, but the way your horns are structured, you could pass as either.”
She then takes a moment, taking in a long draw of air, “And that doesn’t help clarify things either. Not that it would at your age. I guess it doesn’t really matter since succession and right to rule follows merit first, age, then gender; at least in this monarchy.’”
A tsunami of drowsiness washed over in a way that helped drown out most of the borderline deafening stimuli.
While mumbling to herself she said, “well I should let them rest for now”
In a soft voice, “well then, my name is Nyx, your mother. That goofball over there, Loki, is your father.”
Loki responds with a mortified, “H-hey.”
We started moving somewhere while the color of her fur popped, it was a shade of dark purple, just like the midnight ocean sea with no moonlight; it even twinkles here and there as stars dance across her.
She carried me to a giant crystal poppy flower that was mounded by gold and other gems. The flower was soft and slowly gave underweight but was strong enough that it didn't touch the floor.
As a radiating glow from the flower softly moved through every nerve, the world got into a haze, then it dimed.
Black.