Lago was thoroughly enjoying himself, just floating down the muddy, murky river of his home. He cautiously glided over to a juvenile gator on one of the nearby banks. "Mmmmm...come to me my pretty. Get in my belly", he mumbled under the water. As soon as he was in striking distance, he shot out his tongue, grabbing the gator by the torso. He pulled the gator to himself, and with his powerful beak, pierced it's hide and snapped it's neck. He rolled onto his back, placing the gator onto his gold belly, and began munching on it, like a draconic river otter. He heard a voice come from the river bank. He looked and saw the familiar sight of an old, wooden cabin, and it's resident, an equally old and blind woman, calling him over. "Lago, boy, get on over here and share some of that gator!" He complied and swam over, switching to his human form, and carrying the gator to the shack.
"Hey, Edna, got you a present", he answered with a grin. "Oh don't you sass me you smart ass. You were going to keep it all for yourself weren't you?", she answered with a barely intelligible southern accent. "Edna, I would never!", Lago answered in a mock hurt tone. "Ho ho ha! You don't fool me! But you know something...you're not supposed to be here my little fat dragon." Lago looked at her with a puzzling look. "What do you mean? I always bring you gator."
"You're supposed to be back in that...whatever-it-is facility. You know, the place where you fuck other dragons and have babies." Lago suddenly started feeling very uncomfortable around the seemingly harmless old lady. "I-I don't know what you're talking about. What facility?" She came closer and he stepped back a little. And then, as if reality had gone to hell, her entire visage changed into that of a bloody and eviscerated Devin. He lunged at him, wrapping his hands around Lago's throat. "You fucking swamp demon...the breeding facility! That's where you belong! That's where you'll stay! That's where you'll die!" Devin pulled out a knife and brought it down towards Lago's face.
"AAAAHHHHHH!" Lago flew from his bed and ran smack-dab into a wall. He fell back and held his now hurting nose. Where was he? What happened? Slowly, the events of the day flowed back into his tranquilizer and knock-out gas addled mind. His vision seemed to be even worse now than it usually was. He was smelling all sorts of cleaning chemicals used in the cell and it was making his head hurt even more. He quickly assumed he was in one of the holding cells used for discipline. "Aaahhhh...fuck me sideways." He liked saying that. It reminded him of Edna. She had a hell of a foul mouth on her. Oh God, were they all in these cells? "Ohhh, Demus...", he said longingly. He knew how much his mate hated these cells. He had told Lago that he had been in one of these places for months on end. He put his head into his hands and sighed deeply. "I guess we'll just have to play the waiting game, baby", he spoke as if he was talking to Demus. He stood up, and tried to stretch out a little, his muscles sore from the tranquilizers and the fighting. He looked down at his middle, looking just a bit puffier than normal. He patted his belly, a relieved smile coming to his lips. "As long as you're all all right, your papa and me will get through this."
"Hey, Edna, got you a present", he answered with a grin. "Oh don't you sass me you smart ass. You were going to keep it all for yourself weren't you?", she answered with a barely intelligible southern accent. "Edna, I would never!", Lago answered in a mock hurt tone. "Ho ho ha! You don't fool me! But you know something...you're not supposed to be here my little fat dragon." Lago looked at her with a puzzling look. "What do you mean? I always bring you gator."
"You're supposed to be back in that...whatever-it-is facility. You know, the place where you fuck other dragons and have babies." Lago suddenly started feeling very uncomfortable around the seemingly harmless old lady. "I-I don't know what you're talking about. What facility?" She came closer and he stepped back a little. And then, as if reality had gone to hell, her entire visage changed into that of a bloody and eviscerated Devin. He lunged at him, wrapping his hands around Lago's throat. "You fucking swamp demon...the breeding facility! That's where you belong! That's where you'll stay! That's where you'll die!" Devin pulled out a knife and brought it down towards Lago's face.
"AAAAHHHHHH!" Lago flew from his bed and ran smack-dab into a wall. He fell back and held his now hurting nose. Where was he? What happened? Slowly, the events of the day flowed back into his tranquilizer and knock-out gas addled mind. His vision seemed to be even worse now than it usually was. He was smelling all sorts of cleaning chemicals used in the cell and it was making his head hurt even more. He quickly assumed he was in one of the holding cells used for discipline. "Aaahhhh...fuck me sideways." He liked saying that. It reminded him of Edna. She had a hell of a foul mouth on her. Oh God, were they all in these cells? "Ohhh, Demus...", he said longingly. He knew how much his mate hated these cells. He had told Lago that he had been in one of these places for months on end. He put his head into his hands and sighed deeply. "I guess we'll just have to play the waiting game, baby", he spoke as if he was talking to Demus. He stood up, and tried to stretch out a little, his muscles sore from the tranquilizers and the fighting. He looked down at his middle, looking just a bit puffier than normal. He patted his belly, a relieved smile coming to his lips. "As long as you're all all right, your papa and me will get through this."