User blog:ExdeathsBagel/A Wyvern Love Story (WWYD by Lanceblazer17)

WWYD by Lanceblazer17: http://monstergirlencyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:765256

I approach the young Wyvern with caution, though as it snaps his head to me I nearly fall backwards. We lock eyes and time freezes, I try to keep myself from hyperventilating while she is holding back tears. I manage to stop staring into her eyes and notice her left wing has a large gash.

Stupidly, I still ask, “What happened to your wing?”

I expected her not to hear me, given I spoke so low, but she responded much to my surprise, “Clipped it while flying.”

“I’ll get a Band-Aid then.” I say before quickly running off, thinking in my young mind that it would be enough. My father was home at this time and I told him about what happened, and when he went to the medicine cabinet he pulled out a roll of gauze much to my confusion.

He simply said it would probably take more than a band-aid to help her, and we quickly rushed to where the Wyvern was. When we got there I could tell my dad tensed as a larger Wyvern, presumably the mother was looking over her daughter’s wounds and quickly turned to face us.

She noticed the gauze in my dad’s hand and smiled, “Is your son the one who went to get my daughter a Band-Aid?”

My dad chuckled, “Yeah, thought we’d need a really big Band-Aid.”

The Wyvern smiled and helped my dad apply the gauze to her daughter, and shortly after cradled her before saying goodbye to my dad and me before taking to the skies.

I thought that would be the last I’d seen of them, but I was wrong. Soon the Wyvern, whose name I’d later learn was Freya, would be enrolled in my school, and even in most of my classes. On top of this, Freya’s family would always come to meet up with ours at least three times a week, and soon our families became good friends. Freya and I were still shy around each other, much to the humor of our respective parents, but we soon began to open up together and years went by.

I guess it should be no surprise that given the closes of our families, and what Freya was, that my father and even my mother would push me into becoming a Dragoon, as did Freya’s parents. I am now twenty three, having been a Dragoon in training for seven years with Freya by my side, and now came the most difficult part of our training, but one that would cement our place as Dragoon and Wyvern.

“Squires! Mount your Wyverns!” Captain Rorshka barked.

As if on cue, the Wyvern’s standing on the edge of the cliff, crouched down and extend their hands behind. None turn around, trusting in their squire companions to mount them as order. While some men make the approach, others such as myself remain planted in hesitation, within our minds no doubt churns similar thoughts of anxiety, uncertainty, and fear. And it was mind that churned the conversation Freya and I had the morning of this event.

I had brought Freya’s breakfast up from the mess hall below, and upon seeing her expecting look, I knew what was going to be the morning’s discussion. For these walls were not soundproof, and while Freya and I were going to enjoy breakfast, or at least I had hoped, fellow squires and wyverns were enjoying ''each other. ''

As I placed her plate in front of her, Freya was direct and to the point, and while I loved that about her, it did not soften the blow any less, “You know that todays the day right? Either you mount me, or we both fail.”

“Yeah.” I say hesitantly. No doubt any other mamono would’ve taken such a response to the opportunity of sex as a grave insult, but Freya understood me, understood my fears of such a commitment.

“I know its worrying, trust me, I’ve spoken to a lot of the other Wyvern’s and they all say their squires were hesitant on their first night. And don’t get me wrong, I don’t think you should’ve mounted me the first night here, but now is our last chance. If you don’t mount me, seven years of hard work will be for naught.”

<p class="MsoNormal">I pause, contemplating how I should word my response, but I know Freya well, and know I would have to try really hard to truly upset her, so like her, I don’t sugar coat my words, “I would rather have seven years be for naught, then fifteen. That’s what I’m afraid of, that all our time together, the relationship we have now, will vanish, and what will be will not stand the test of time.”

<p class="MsoNormal">I brace for Freya to shout or slap me, though I knew such a thing would be ridiculous from her. I still winced though, when she comfortably cupped my cheek, “Thomas,” she said softly, “I understand your fear. It’s true, when you mount me, we won’t just be friends anymore, we will be partners. Do you know how great that is? I wouldn’t want any other man by side, be it on the battlefield, or in life in general.”

<p class="MsoNormal">I couldn’t help but feel myself tear up, “Freya, I…I want to be our partner too, but I respect you too much. I mean, you know how it is, mamonos having sex with their husbands is very…crude, primal, its-”

<p class="MsoNormal">“You’re starting to sound like a soldier from the Order. Thomas, sex isn’t something crude, well, it doesn’t have to be. It can also be a deep sign of compassion, of love, of trust. And I have those things for you, and I know you have them for me. This afternoon, trust me like you’ve always have, and mount me.”

<p class="MsoNormal">That final sentence snapped me back to the present, and I felt myself moving forward, finding a surge of confidence that I could out my periphery that a remaining handful did not. Many other squires had already mounted their Wyverns, some were in the process of mounting, but I was completely focused on Freya.

<p class="MsoNormal">I bent down, pressing myself against her back and wrapping my arms over her neck and above her chest. I can feel her heartbeat quicken, no doubt this is hard for her too, for with as much courage and trust I need to draw upon to mount her, it would take her just as much, if not more, self-control to not turn around and mount me in a manner I could hear what was happening to other squires.

<p class="MsoNormal">But Freya resisted such urged, and soon her heartbeat slowed as she relaxed and transformed. As she grew and I had to cling on to her, her white skin became white scales that mixed the blue scales from her wings and talons, her light blue hair began to grow and cling to her scales as it became fur, darkening to purple. From the small black knobs on her head grew two massive horns that would no doubt pierce even the thickest dragon skin.

<p class="MsoNormal">With a triumphant roar and a burst of flame, she flapped her wings and we began our graceful ascent. I clung to her tightly, though not so tight as to pin myself to her for reason vital to this event, for just making it through the transformation was only the beginning.

<p class="MsoNormal">From the castle ballista’s were primed and fired, and though their arrows were dulled, the impact would still be very painful to say the least. As Freya performed her evasive maneuvers, I needed to watch out too, for Dragoons had taken to the sky, and in between and even during Freya maneuvers I needed to raise my shield to protect myself from their onslaughts of dulled yet dangerous arrows.

<p class="MsoNormal">Worse still was the finale, where a Dragoon leapt off his Wyvern onto mine, and in as part of the final test I needed to fight him off of Freya, while she fought the Dragoon’s Wyvern. Combat on a Wyvern is clunky to say the least, for crouched and with one hand planted for stability we must strike and parry with our sword, all the while staring each other down without fear as the Wyverns dance in the sky and we would be forced to brace, knowing the key to victory would be a mistimed brace for a maneuver.

<p class="MsoNormal">Time was practically nonexistent in this stratospheric spar, only measurable by our draining energy. Fortunately, the Dragoon mistimed his brace, and with a triumphant kick I wretched him free of Freya. And now was the finale, for in a final act of trust between Dragoon and Wyvern. I would need to plunge off Freya, and expect her to catch me in talons that would mince men and slice steel.

<p class="MsoNormal">I leapt off with some hesitation, and the primal fear of plummeting to my death stirred with in me and I began to doubt if Freya would catch me successfully. But as with most of life, she’s been there for me, and I soon felt myself being jolted in her surprisingly gentle grip. Though shocked, I did not feel my armor break nor any pain. Now in grasp she flew me a secluded part of the forest away from the castle and began to revert to her mamono form.

<p class="MsoNormal">We landed just as her reversion was complete, and though I stumbled and fell upon meeting land, I was ever so grateful to be firmly planted on earth. Grateful still was I to Freya, whom with our combined skill and bond, we no doubt pass the test and had become Dragoon and Wyvern.

<p class="MsoNormal">Freya turned to me, her transformation for earlier left her naked, but that no longer bothered me. She ran to me and embraced me, “We did it! We’re now part of the Dragoons!”

<p class="MsoNormal">I simply returned her hug, too happy to say anything.

<p class="MsoNormal">She looked at me with a loving smile, “I’m so proud of you.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I am too.” I say.

<p class="MsoNormal">I am not nervous as she pushes me to the ground and begins tearing off my armor, in fact, I’m looking forward to what she has planned. We return later to the castle that afternoon, fellow Dragoons and Wyverns seeing we have cemented our bond, and warmly welcoming us into their ranks.