Phase 5 - Truth Be Told
#5 of The Silver Thread
This story takes place in a quasi-earth setting graciously to the future where technology is embraced but cautiously to keep in balance with nature.
Crimson Nova, which some of you may know, gave me permission to use his character to write out this dream story. Its not a commission, but the dragon in my dream was a young red male with earfrills and he was my first and obvious choice :)
If you lengthy descriptive stories that aren't completely centered around sex then this one's for you. This one contains all story and plot so if your looking for yiff then I'll have to dissapoint.
But at least you'll start to understand whats going on in this messed up world of mine ^_^;
Crimson awoke to the soft, pleasant hum of a crystal either lights. It was a sound he'd been familiar with all his life and never once had the thought 'pleasant' come to mind before; what was different this time...? Stirring slowly to life, the young dragon blinked open his eyes with a wide yawn feeling rested and fairly relaxed. Not moving from the lying position upon his back, his clear blue eyes starred up at the blue-gray walls, thinking back on what had happened to him in the past few days and wondering what it all meant. Lost deep in thought, it came as quite a surprised when his stomach growled which, in the near silence of his little room, seemed quiet loud. It was then that his mind became aware of the scent of food somewhere nearby and, to his better judgment, sat up slowly to look about his surroundings.
The space itself was little more then a medical ward, one room with a cut-out bathroom to the side, sink, small table with a few chairs. There was a high window set at one wall that let a soft early morning sunbeam shine on the oversized wooden door at the opposite end. The scent of food was coming from a small plate set out for him upon the table. Eagerly he shifted to stand and realized for the first time that he was completely naked once more. His eyes swished back and fourth as if illogically expecting someone to pop out and stare at his nude body. Taking one of the thin blankets, he wrapped it around his waist and tucked it in like a towel. It was a bit too long and obstructed the movement of his tail but it served its purpose. The tile floor was a cold contrast to the warmth of his borrowed bed so Crimson moved swiftly from bed to chair.
The platter was lined with various soft foods; a pealed banana, a bowl of oatmeal with some warm honeybutter rolls and a mug of hot cinnamon cider. Famished, the red dragon tore into his food with a voracious appetite, ending by licking the oatmeal bowl clean with his long forked tongue. With his stomach abated and his mind clear of sleep's fuzziness Crimson stood and wandered over to the door, tilting his head to the side to peer out the small shatterproof glass window near the center. There was no one to be seen. As a mechanical buzzing sound echoed somewhere to his left, the young dragon lurched back as if burned and turned to see what had caused the sudden sound. To his surprise, along a small track embedded in the ceiling, a small AIPA sensor had scuttled into the room, its camera centered on him.
" Good morning Mr. Nova." The feminine mechanical voice from before hummed. " It is currently seven twenty-three standard time, Councilor Tressil wishes to speak with you upon waking; I will send for him now." The machine went silent for a moment while Crimson shifted a little uneasily holding his make-shift clothing with a paw... Mr. Nova? " Councilor Tressil wishes to inform you that the food was left for you and you may consume it at your leisure, he will be with you in approximately fifteen minutes."
Without another word or pause, the camera drone shifted and disappeared along the roof track through a small hole in the wall he hadn't noticed previously. Biting his lip, Crimson wandered back over to his bed and sat. Councilor Tressil? He didn't remember being introduced to a councildragon before. Tressil... Tressil...? He blinked, was that the same Dr. Tressil Kallik McNeil he'd read about who'd accomplished the groundbreaking research on nanotechnology?! If it was, when did he become a Councilor! Whoa... this was some big guns he was playing with now. With time to worry, the young dragon did just that; his mind ran through scenarios and imposable questions, coming up with outrageous answers until he felt as tense as an overstretched rubber band. When a soft knock at the door caught his attention Crimson jumped, barely managing to compose himself as the handle clicked open, admitting a large violet-scaled male with royal blue striped highlights. It really was him!
Adorning a traditional lab coat, Crimson's eyes were immediately drawn to the center stripe of his body not covered, looking down with a soft flush as he found himself looking in places he shouldn't. Tressil didn't seem to notice, his smile never leaving his muzzle as he admired the bashful youth, his eyes also doing a spot check to be sure he was recovered. Satisfied, he retrieved the digital clipboard from under his left arm and began scribbling things upon it while he spoke.
" Good morning Crimson, I hope you slept well." Unable to find his voice, the red dragon just nodded in response, not looking up. " Good. I apologize for the earlier laps, Naya can be a little... mischievous when it comes to new subjects. Open your mouth for me will you?" The crimson scaled male was a little surprised to find his visitor lifting his chin with a small flashlight, peering at his nose. A little too unnerved to offer resistance, the young dragon opened his maw obediently as wide as he could while Tressil stuck a claw into it to flatten his tongue while peering down the slimy tunnel. Apparently satisfied, he retrieved the flashlight and his finger, clicking it off while making notes. " What you ingested was a decontamination filtering gas. Generally it has no long term effects but it can give you one heck of a dry throat and make other respitory problems worse. Since your not hacking and coughing I'll assume your okay now?" He smiled and Crimson nodded again.
" Oh!" Stashing the clipboard under his arm once more, he reached out with the free paw in offering. " Pardon my lack of manners, my name is Councilor Tressil McNeil." Setting his smaller hand in the larger one, he let the other male lift his paw up and kiss it softly.
" Um... Crimson Nova." He supplied in return a little shakily. Retrieving his paw with the other still embraced, he turned it slightly to the side and give the big purple paw a soft kiss. An old traditional greeting he'd almost forgotten about, used as a sign of trust between two people.
- Taking a moment to situate himself, Tressil pulled a char out from the table while Crimson remained sitting upon the bed, wrapped in a blanket.
" I'm sure you have many questions buzzing through your mind at the moment and first, let me reassure you your not here because of any fatal infection, bodily damage, dieing relative or any of that such unpleasantness, you're here at my request because... well... quite frankly you have something we need." The young male blinked in surprised, ready to interject a question when the tall councildragon raised his paw to stifle his comments. " Now just listen for a moment before you go off on a tangent and maybe it will all make sense in the end; you, my boy, are quite possibly the last fertile male on the planet."
Crimson watched the sun slowly sink below the horizon, a giant ball of flame consumed by the edges of buildings and trees, powerful and forever- or at least that's what he would have thought yesterday. Sitting upon the courtyard bench the young male looked down at his feet; he'd spent the last hour or so recounting all the information Tressil had relayed to him. How the Belogrs were an alien species brought accidentally to our world by the Space Comm Interplanetary Trade program, mutated by natural phenomenon here. They became larger, radioactive and aggressive, infecting many of the draconic species of the world making them entirely infertile with a side effect of disabling the irradiated creature's natural sexual impulses. It was hard to believe at first, laughable even but the more Tressil had explained it, the more it became plausible.
The government's Circle had unanimously agreed that releasing 'end of the world' information to the public would be disastrous and entirely counterproductive to the efforts of finding a cure and so information was selectively weeded out of documents, reports doctored and cover-up's planned. Even the new rave on clothing where businesses could force their employees to wear it was a setup, something the Circle would never have agreed to (and would be one of the first things abolished when this situation was settled) but became helpful to cover up the intense lack of breeding in the population. AIPA had been originally designed as a genetics supercomputer aimed at the possible prospect of genetic clone breeding; a failed experiment which yielded other fruitful advances such as the morally questionable public surveillance and population control.
Rumors of Belogrs attacks were also heavily exaggerated. Though bites could result in dangerous infections, most of the information came from early direct, prolonged exposure to the radiation itself and not the Belogrs which could result in the loss of motor function, brain damage and even catatonic dehabilitation or death. There was so much wrong with this whole situation but a strange truth to it as well. The more he thought about it, the more he realized he'd never heard about anyone's "new baby" his entire life, all the sex stories he'd ever overheard where from ages before his birth and even the erotic virtual disks he watched were made from years and years ago. He spent such a long time trying to find holes in what Tressil said, something that would give him reassurance that the world really wasn't slowly dieing. The desire to mate, the desire to breed, the desire for children, procreation, love... all gone; replaced only by the working machine.
The Councildragon had shown him real statistics of that as well, how productivity in the world was astoundingly high. But recreation, creativity and invention suffered as people continued to drone day in and day out without desire to do anything but live for tomorrow. It was a sad way to exist but it made sense why he could never get along with any of his coworkers when all they wanted to do was work and work more.
The more he continued to pour over his thoughts the more frustrated and angry he became until eventually, with a growl, he balled his fist up and slammed it into the bench beside him. The pain seemed to help focus his attention, his eyes stapled upon his throbbing paw. Slowly, his vision trailed up the arm, his garment coming into view. The anger faded, floating away like steam from a cooling pot as he looked at himself, covered from head to toe in clothing. Looking back up at the twilight sky, he watched the last of the sun sink into darkness leaving only the glorious colors of the night in its wake. At ease with himself, the young male stood, looking at his open paws as if deciding what to do.
Looking to the left paw, then the right, he glanced back at the left with a smile and nodded, lowering both to the bottom of his shirt to grip it. With one fluid motion, he lifted it off his body and tossed it to the side upon the bench. Uncaring of the few stares he acquired, Crimson promptly began unbuckling his pants and slid them down to his ankles, lifting one hind foot up to toss it lazily onto the bench with his shirt. As a soft warm spring breeze brushed over his unclothed body, he closed his eyes and smiled with a purr, drawing his claws lightly up his soft-scaled body; this was how we were supposed to live life. Eyes opened, he glanced about, seeing all his brothers and sisters entangled in the invisible net of suppression caused by the Belogrs, unaware of what they were missing and decided firmly that, if he had something to help free them, he would do what he must to help.
Ready and willing, he strode confidently back into the Vertigo building and walked strait up to Tressil who was conversing with an attendant behind the counter. Noticing his approach, the councildragon turned with a startled but expectant smile at the naked red dragon.
" What can I do?" He stated bluntly causing Tressil to grin with a small smirk.
" I was hoping you'd say that."
Dracasis - Black Dragon of Wyvern