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Subject: {ASSM} Khathrinia:  Leaving Home (F Dragon/ M Gully Dwarf, Oral, Fantasy)
Date: Tue,  2 Oct 2001 20:10:04 -0400
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{ASSM} Khathrinia:  Leaving Home (F Dragon/ M Gully Dwarf, Oral, Fantasy)

This story contains adult language and due its content it should not be 
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Khathrinia:  Leaving home

By Leowulf

Sunlight sparkled on her glossy black scales as Khathrinia floated on her 
back.  Her dorsal spines and powerful tail moved her across the pond 
lazily.  Near the bank she turned over onto her belly and sank noiselessly 
beneath the surface.  Her prey was approaching, as noisy and as noisesome 
as usual.

Whistling tunelessly, Blot Bulp carried a slimy wooden bucket across the 
plaza to gather water from the pond.  Khathrinia watched from the mossy 
bottom of the pond, as the gully dwarf looked left, then right, then up, 
before finally shrugging and dipping his bucket.  Khathrinia smiled, 
exposing her razor fangs.  He always made it so easy.

Dragons are more than a delivery system for their breath weapons.  From 
fang to tail they are the most dangerous beings ever created.  Their very 
wings are weapons, as she saw last time she played with the dirty little 
creature.  But one aspect of dragon physiology had only recently occurred 
to her as a weapon:  size.

Khathrinia launched herself out of the water and into the air.  The 
terrified gully dwarf shrieked and ran, dropping the bucket to spill over 
the cracked marble of the ruined plaza.  Kittenlike, she leapt too high in 
the air relative to her prey, not that it mattered.  Her shadow completely 
covered the gully dwarf as he sprinted for safety.

The glittering black dragon could have crushed the gully dwarf's bones with 
a blow from wings or tail, could have shredded his flesh with claws or 
teeth, could have BREATHED and burned him to vapor.  Instead she simply 
dropped on her prey to let her weight crush him.  Unused to falling from 
the sky like a stone, she skidded to a rather ungraceful halt.

The gully dwarf tumbled under Khathrinia as she dug her powerful claws into 
the ruins, breaking marble tiles and toppling granite columns.  He tickled 
her soft abdominal scales as he rolled along her belly.  He stopped moving 
when she did, lying on his back with his head trapped between her labia.

Khathrinia couldn't believe this.  The little fool actually landed in her 
vagina.  The dragon shuddered with pleasure as the gully dwarf struggled 
beneath her.  The foolish gully dwarf screamed for help.  Of course it 
could not be heard, but the vibrations felt wonderful.  Khathrinia 
reflexively flexed her claws, sundering marble blocks.

Then the pleasant feelings vanished as the gully dwarf lost consciousness.  
Snorting in frustration, the black dragon lifted herself up.  She looked at 
the smiling little form below her.  What had she just done?  Khathrinia 
looked around.  Assured she was away from any prying eyes, the black dragon 
guiltily kicked the unconscious form away from her.  

*Obviously, crushing one's foe produces ... uncertain results,* Khathrinia 
hissed reflectively.  *Yet my other weapons make me the most dangerous 
being in the swamplands.*

*Third most dangerous, after your brother and of course myself.*  A shadow 
loomed over her.  Perched on the tumbledown roof of a ruined temple was a 
shadow blacker than midnight.

*Hello, Mother.* 

*I am KHISANTH!  Say my name and know fear!*

*Yes, O Mighty Khisanth.*  Khathrinia bowed her head respectfully, anger 
welling inside her at having to bow to any being.

Khisanth glided to the shattered stones of the ruined plaza, deliberately 
encroaching on her daughter's space.  *As I said, you are not most 
dangerous, and not even second to me.  I Khisanth, the terror of Xak 
Tsaroth, am fiercer than any, even the Dark Queen.*  She pushed her 
frightening visage closer to Khathrinia's.  *IS THIS NOT SO!?*

Khathrinia backed up a couple of paces, weighing the possibility of 
angering their deity over the certainty of angering her mother.  *It is so, 
Khisanth.  You are above even the Dark Queen.*

Khisanth favored her with a toothy smile.  *How does my hatchling while 
away her days while I hold Xak Tsaroth in the grip of fear.  By plotting to 
steal my hoard, perhaps?*

*Of course not, Khisanth.  I was practicing my hunting and-*

*You DARE hunt in my territory!*  Khisanth BREATHED and the stones at 
Khathrinia's feet were reduced to so much slag.  The younger dragon backed 
away, her fear and her instinctive hatred of the feared object becoming 
difficult to ignore.  *NEVER defile my territory with your hunting, whelp!*

*Of course not, Khisanth.*  Khathrinia backed to the edge of the pond.

*BEGONE, whelp!*  Khisanth's massive tail whipped irritably, sweeping over 
a granite pillar.  *See me again and YOU WILL DIE!*

*Of course, Khisanth.*  The younger dragon perched to dive into the pond.  
But she couldn't resist one barb:  *Enjoy babysitting your gully dwarves, 
MOTHER!*

Khathrinia dove into the pond before Khisanth BREATHED again.  She saw bits 
of stone hissing, steaming as they fell into the pond after her.  Then she 
made good her escape.  Those stones would be the last Khathrinia would see 
of her home.

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