User blog:Locke Flinnt/WWYD-reply 2: Wyvern.

(So there was this WWYD-post, again, this time on the Wyvern 's page. I've got to admit, this now counts as a suspicious coincidense - having to relocate the reply into the blog due to somewhat unvieldy size. Oh, well! So here's the second sketch of mine, the format remains the same as before.)

<< You met an injured Wyvern in the forest near your town a few years back,and tended to her wounds,and end up visiting the Wyvern several times over the years,eventually becoming friends. Now you want to become a Dragoon,you and her have trained extensively for this day,and you go into the forest to find her. You end up finding her in a clearing,flying around in circles,doing all sorts of tricks,until she sees you and stops. "Darling..." she softly said,leaving you VERY confused..."Darling?...what's she talk-OH NO..." You realize,noticing a look of absolute lust on her face,and she flies at you. You have your preferred weapon (magic included,but NO teleportation,or anything too over the top.) and a small shield with you.

What do you do?>>

So I've heard that a good exercise arouses, but this obviously must be a far-fetched response. Seeing my friend lunging at me full-speed, eyes fixated on mine, I manage to dodge wyvern at the last moment and she passes me with a hollow hiss of the air meeting her wings spread as two triangular sails. "Wo-ow, simmer down! Are you sure about this? Is this really you talking to me or your heat?", I ask aloud as she turns around for another go. "I don't give a damn! You're here - you're mine!", she shouts and swoops back to me.

This time evading her is this much harder - she manages to rip the cape off my shoulders. "How about you stop squirming, hon'? Fight is useless, for I am stronger, flight - even more so.", she yells down at me from high above. "I know. But I ain't giving up without resistance!", I bellow back, tossing the sword aside and putting all my effort into holding the shield. "Bald as always - I like that!", the words are lost in the low-pitched howl of her dive followed by a ringing thump of an impact. The wyvern grabs onto the sides of the shield with her claws and tries to wrestle it out of my hands.

She lacks the momentum and can't quite well apply strength because we constantly shift back and forth, from side to side. Finally she manages to get a few seconds in more or less the same position, thus focusing her whole strength into one solid pull. What she doesn't expect is that it's a trap: once she starts pulling, I throw myself her way and, pushing down on the shield, force the fight into the mat wrestling.

After a few hours of gruelling fight mostly consisting of her futile attempts to become airborne once more and my desperate resistance, we both end up in a deadlock. "Give up now?", she asks, panting heavily. I shake my head, gasping for breath. "We're so making out. One way or another.". This is not just her bravado, she's physically superior to any man I know, me including, and she's about to pounce me. This is it, it's sink or swim now - I'm exhausted, my muscles are about to go haywire from all the strain and there's no way I could hold her attacks any longer. With one last push I charge her - more like drop onto her, really - and, turning around on top of her, bellow in despair, "Then we do it my way!".

I strike low and dirty at her only vulnerable spot. Her lithe, strong body writhes beneath me, her claws clench and her knees, crossed behind my nape, push me down on her even harder. With a loud groan, wyvern declares her surrender. I'm done for, too, and drop backwords and beside my friend...no, my lover.

"Y'know, wrestling you really turned me on.", I admit, still feeling her aftertaste on my lips. "Told you I'd have you!", she smiles self-confidently. Hell, she's beautiful when she's all tired and happy. "Aye, but I get to be on top!", I tell her, trying to back up my words with an actual deed, but muster only enough effort to lay a hand on her hot stomack, slippery with sweat. "Ok, make that < >.", My wyvern, however, seems to be all too eager to get back in action. "Will do! Now, lay back and enjoy the ride!..", she says with a lustfully-carnivorous smile mounting my lower abdomen.

...The next morning I wake up severely aching - especially from the waist down to the knees - but that is the most pleasant sensation I've felt in my life. Perhaps, fraternizing with your flier is not so bad, after all?