Death to the Dragon

Not far from where they currently were walking a large cavern held an immense beast, the beast that is the Dragon. The creature lay on its belly atop a mound of glittering metals - gold, silver, platinum, iron, copper, even some shiny titanium it had found laying on the surface of one of the larger uninhabited islands out in the Aryn Ocean. About the beast were its eight nude women - each polishing a section of its immense scaled mass. The Dragon was busy concentrating its life energy on a higher dimension, one whose very existance was concealed from the lower perceptions of mere humanity. Its mind thrummed, its inner fires hummed, its left talon twitched every so often, and the beast purred.

Fred and Velus found their path moving upwards. They passed a large root sticking out of the ground and carefully walked over it, soon they came to a precipice. Upon looking down they saw the Dragon. It looked to be asleep and surrounded by eight naked cleaning wenches!

The great lizard sensed a disturbance in the energy force within its domain. It sensed intruders. The creature lifted an eyelid and looked about, it found it difficult to bring its heightened awareness down to trifling material realities. The creature's thoughts pulsated while its mind undulated within its cranium, blood flowing, synapses flicking, then it had a simple idea. It breathed out combustible gases and ingited them with the fire in its nostrils, it sent up a great big fire ball.

"HOLY %$#!!@!!!!!" screamed Fred, while Velus was heard barking like a mad- dog! In the split second between life and burnt-out-death they both reacted instinctively: seeing a large boulder and pile of dirt to their left they shoved, kicked, and pounded at it to make it fall upon the lumbering giant below. Of course, being only one man and small dog, they failed miserably. However, that move did keep themselves from getting fried by the ball of flame.

The beast looked up and wondered what a man and his dog would be doing above his head. The creature shook his head trying to fully grasp this miniscule reality. It yawned and more fire flared from the gasses erupting from his throat and igniting from his nostrils. It lost two nude women in the firey accident, but even that didn't phaze the beast. It was slowly gaining full mobility, and when it did those two up there would be toast. Literally.

"What do we do?!!?" screamed Fred.

"What are you looking at me for?!!?" yelled Velus, although all that came out was a series of barks.

They both ran backwards realizing that without a better plan they would be toast. Literally. But even as they ran at full tilt they both tripped on the bit of root sticking out of the ground, pulling at it, yanking it, dislodging it. And in the process dislodging the loosened earth which followed the length of the root system back up the path towards the precipice, the mound of soil, and large boulder. Lo and behold, the ancient pathway, which had originally begun as a snorkle nest and was never properly repaired after being enlarged by the creature's minions, fell apart! Right on top of the Dragon's head!

When the dust cleared Fred looked down at the mound of debris, half of the Dragon sticking out of it, a twitching mass of nerve impulses. From out of the debris also shone the partially uncovered limbs of the six remaining naked ladies who were now no longer among the living. Alas.

Upon turning back he noticed a naked young man lying on the ground. Fear and mistrust seized the knight. "Who are you and... and what did you do to my dog?!?"

The youth looked up with a look of astonishment. "I AM your dog! Uh, I mean, I am Velus, you idiot! Gawd am I glad at being human again, but its cold in here!"

1. The duo hobble back down the path...
2. The duo hobble towards the debris wondering what they might find...

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