GioSpy Req -dragon tf-

GioSpy Request


He stared at the paper in disbelief, his cold blue eyes scanning it over, looking for where he had went wrong. He grimaced slightly, then changed his expression back to neutral, looking up at his English teacher who was sitting at a large brown desk, writing on something with a bright red pen.

The class bell rang, and students shouted with excitement, milling around him and exiting the classroom. He stayed seated, until only he and the teacher were left in the room.

He stood up and threw his bag over his shoulders, grunting slightly at the weight of text books and homework inside of it. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary though. He walked over to the teacher's desk and stopped, staring at the teacher.

The teacher slowly looked up, his expression changing to a weak, utterly fake smile.
"Sam. What's up?"
He decided to be frank. "Why did I get a 55 on this paper?" He dropped the paper on the desk, with a bit too much force, betraying his frustration.
The teacher looked at the paper, his fake smile widening slightly. "Did you not read my comments?"
"Yes, and I completely disagree. My hypothesis was completely valid and there is nothing wrong with my grammar or spelling."
The teacher shook his head. "You made a valid point but I felt that you could've articulated it better."
"That's complete bull."

The teacher kept smiling and looked back at what he was writing. "You'd better go. You'll be late for next class."

Sam snatched his paper off the desk and stormed out of the classroom. This teacher had it out for him, and it was completely unfair. Even his tutor had said the paper was really well written. Like, this teacher seemed to be seriously out to get him. He was getting 52% in the class, the lowest he had ever gotten in anything in school. With his last English teacher he'd passed with an A. Well, an A minus, but same difference really.

He stormed out of the school and into the blinding Australian sun. He walked down the baked pavement, towards his condo. It was a short walk, maybe a mile, but in his current state of mind it seemed to stretch on forever.

He needed to relax.

Finally arriving at the front door of the run down apartment building, he pulled out his key and jammed it into the lock. A minute of jiggling later, he felt a blast of air conditioning wash over him.

At least his mom wasn't home.

He stepped into the building and pulled off his shoes. He kicked them into the corner and then threw his backpack into his bedroom.

He went and changed into a bathing suit, and then grabbed his surfboard out of his closet. He walked to the front door, closed it and locked it. Total time taken: two minutes. He'd have to be quick about this. If his mom found out, well... She'd kill him for skipping school to surf again.

He ran down the steps to the ground floor and out onto the street, carrying his board under his arm. It wasn't a pretty thing by all means; rather beat up to be honest. It's once smooth 8' frame was dinged and dented, and the tail fin had been threatening to fall off for a while. He'd picked it up off of the local buy and sell a year back for just under a hundred. It was all his part time job could pay for, considering he had to help out with rent. Still, it was a good deal all things considered.

A few minutes of walking and he was on the beach. There was nobody else around. It was nice.

He sighed, letting the anger and frustration of the day ebb out, watching the waves crash upon the shore. He walked up and stood at the edge of the shorebreak, feeling the cold, salty water sting against his ankles. With a smile, he timed his run out into the ocean and made a break for it.

Cold water whipped in his face as water boiled around him, trying it's hardest to throw him off his board. He was floating, using all his strength to paddle against the current out to where it was safe to surf. Here, the water was too shallow. He ducked as another swell came upon him, a roaring torrent of frothy water and a beautiful demonstration of the power of the ocean.

Then, finally he was beyond the break, waiting in the silence of a suddenly calm ocean.  

The water around him shimmered and rippled with the steady rise and fall of small swells, but nothing that was rideable. Regardless, it was a beautifully hypnotizing to watch the water sparkle and shimmer and feel the warmth of the sun on his slightly tan skin.

Sam relaxed, the tension of the day continuing to melt away. He sat and waited on his board, riding the gentle swells. Then he saw something decent. It was pretty big, even for waves around here, but he was confident in his ability.

He turned around and paddled slightly, and felt the wave pulling him backwards as it arched behind him, about to break. Suddenly, there was white water roaring all around him. He paddled harder, and he felt himself zipping along, pulled by the momentum of the wave. In an instant he was standing, flying along the water through the frothing foam.

He cheered, yelling with excitement. Best. Wave. Ever!

Then, it died. He bailed out and jumped back down onto his bored, feeling the cold water slosh over the plexiglass board.

He paddled back out and waited. Again, he caught another wave and then paddled back out.

The ocean was calm again and his instinct told him that another big wave would be coming soon. So he waited. And waited.

Finally, he felt like he was going to give up. He had to get home before his mother.

Preoccupied with his thoughts of how much trouble he'd be in if he didn't head home soon, he didn't notice the swell that was building slowly on the horizon line. It got bigger and bigger, but still he stared into shore, not paying attention.

Then, suddenly, out of some instinctual feeling, he turned. Too late! The wave crashed on top of him, sending him spiralling into white foam. He felt something tear at his ankle and somewhere deep in his submerged mind he realized that the safety strap on his board was dragging him with the wave, through the depths of a watery abyss.

He flew uncontrollably through the water, struggling to try and surface. Under the water. His lungs were crying out for oxygen! He was frozen like a torpedo, being dragged along by his board!

Then, suddenly he could swim again. He dog paddled to the surface and felt his head break through, into the blinding sunlight. He took a few laboured breaths, and then paddled for his board.

He grabbed it and swam for shore, shaking uncontrollably. Finally, he felt the warm sand under his feet.

He collapsed onto the sand, laughing with hysteria. He lay there for a few minutes, unable to grasp just how close that had been. He had literally felt death gripping him in it's dark tentacles, trying to squeeze the last life out of him.

Out of nowhere, Sam snapped back to reality and remembered that he had to get home. He rolled over in the sand and stopped. Lying beside him was a small, silver pendant. It was a plain, circular disk that had a tiny light blue stone imbedded in the center.

He picked it up, admiring how the jewel sparkled in the sunlight. It would make a good necklace, maybe for his mother's birthday or just something to keep for himself.

He stood up, brushed off the sand and picked up his board. He needed to get home now.


* * *


Luckily, Sam beat his mother home by two minutes. He had just enough time to change back into his school clothing and hide any evidence that he'd skipped.

Sam went to his bedroom and picked up his phone, browsing through new text messages that were barely comprehensible. Stuff like: "Dude whr wre u in physx 2day?"

He typed back, "skipped. went surfing instead. nearly drowned!"
A few seconds later he got a reply, "awshit brah tht sux. surf 2mrrw?"

He rolled his eyes and replied "Yes."
"siick brah see u in the morn"

He put down his phone and went into his kitchen to get a snack.


* * *


He plunged into the cool, dark, stormy water, screaming and paddling for the surface. The sea rushed around him, it's undertow drawing him down to the depths of the watery abyss. Lightning flashed and thunder roared, a muffled grumbling beneath the foamy waves. He surfaced again and barely managed a breath in the pounding rain before another wave crashed upon him.

He was down at the bottom of the ocean, staring at the surface of the water. His lungs were screaming for air, but still he held his breath, paddling as hard as he could for a distant light. Not hard enough. He wasn't going to make it. Then, he felt something. It was pushing against him, helping him towards the surface of the water. But not fast enough. His lungs were on fire, his head pounding. He needed air.

He opened his mouth.

Suddenly, Sam was sitting up in bed, drenched with sweat. He sat for a minute, hyperventilating, before realizing that it had only been a dream and he was safe. He lay back against the damp sheets, groaning.

For a while, Sam stared at the roof of bedroom, black upon black. The soft, red glow of his alarm clock read 3:31 am.

But then... he sat up again, staring at his bedside table. A soft, blue glow was emanating it's surface.

The pendant; it was glowing.

He reached out and grabbed it.

Suddenly, he was standing in a dark room. He could barely see. But his eyes slowly adjusted. He was in a cave of sorts, rocky walls pressing in on all sides. He felt claustrophobic, and turned in circles, trying to find a way out.

"There is no need to be afraid." It was a voice, penetrating his mind, resonating from deep within his soul.
He looked around left and right, trying to find it's source. The voice chuckled softly. "I will not reveal myself until you're ready. Are you ready?"
"Y-yea." He stuttered, his voice echoing through the cave.

Suddenly, the pendant in his hand began to burn, glowing bright blue. There was a brilliant white flash! Standing in front of him was a creature, a giant blue creature that he never believed existed.

She chuckled again, her voice echoing through the cavern. "See, there is nothing to fear."
"Wh-who are you?"
"I am your... other half."
"W-what?"
"I am you." Her voice was more confident this time. "And yesterday, I saved your life."

He could only stare dumbstruck. So he hadn't imagined something pushing him from the depths of the ocean to the safety of the surface. She stretched her wings anxiously. "I do not have much time left. Yesterday, I saved your life. But now I am dying."

Her yellow eyes glistened sadly, and he stared into them, afraid to break contact. "Yesterday I saved your life."

Her voice was no longer booming. It was weaker, almost a whisper. "Will you save mine?"

He looked at the beautiful creature, feeling a surge of confidence that something so beautiful, so amazing would trust her life in him. "What do I do?"

She smiled weakly. "Come here, we must embrace."

He walked slowly towards her.

"Hurry!"

He ran the length of the cave. Her image was fading. The brilliant blue glow had almost disappeared. Then he collided with her and the world flashed white.

Suddenly, Sam was sitting up in bed, drenched with sweat. He sat for a minute, hyperventilating, before realizing that it had only been a dream and he was safe. He lay back against the damp sheets, groaning.

For a while, Sam stared at the roof of bedroom, black upon black. The soft, red glow of his alarm clock read 4:12 am.

But then... he sat up again, staring at his bedside table, remembering. There sat the pendant he had found on the beach, looking like an ordinary object.

"What a strange dream..." he whispered. Already it was fading. He was struggling to remember what she was. He knew she was something. Something big, something amazing. Something from myth. But her image had faded from his mind.


* * *


He sat on the beach, in the blinding sun. His friend stood beside him, surf board in hand.

"Bro, you're seriously not coming?"
"No."
"Aww man come on! It looks so damn good out there."
"I told you, no."
"Are you afraid?" The friend's voice had taken on a mocking tone.
He rolled his eyes. "I just don't feel like goin out today."
"You don't know what you're missing man."

Sam didn't reply. His friend sat down beside him.
"Why don't you go?" Sam asked.
"Cause it's not safe out there by yourself man. You know, sharks."

Sam laughed. "Yeahh, right."

They sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the waves pound relentlessly against the shore.

"Hey, hey watch this!" His friend got up and ran towards the water, then jumped, front flipping into a wave. He let the wave wash him back up onto shore.

"Niiiiice," Sam laughed.

"Lets see you do better, eh?"

"Fine!" To tell the truth, his fear of the water was ebbing and the heat of the day was made for a compelling argument to get wet.

He ran and jumped, spinning into the waves. As the cool water rushed over him, it was instant relief from the heat of the day. He let the waves wash him back up onto shore.

His friend shouted, and he turned, receiving a clump of sand to the side of the head.

"Oh man you're dead!" Sam yelled, chasing after his friend, who had ran back into the water and dove under the surface. His friend surfaced, laughing and splashing, but then his expression changed to a concerned look.

"Dude, you feelin ok?"
"Yeah, I'm feeling great, why?" Sam laughed.
"Not cold at all?"
"No, why?"
"Dude, maybe you shouldn't be in the water..."
"What, why?"
"You look like you got freakin hypothermia or something man, you're hands are turnin blue!"

He pointed and Sam raised his arms out of the water. Indeed, they were looking a bit bluer than they should.

"Um," Sam said, staring at his hands. He decided it was a good idea to go and sit on the shore, in the sun. A few minutes later, he felt his arms tingling, slightly numb. He looked at the back of his hands again. If anything, the blue had gotten more intense. He could see  streaks of it spreading up his arms, getting slightly more vivid with every beat of his heart.

"Dude, what's goin on?"

His friend was staring too, watching the blue swirl and spread across his torso.

"I - uh.. don't know." By this point in time, his entire forearm was completely light blue, and it was spreading to his shoulder, streaks of colour taking over his normally tan skin like some parasitic acid.
"Should we call for help?"
"Uh, no, um, don't worry about it." Sam said, rather calmly given the situation.

Suddenly, his arms were growing very itchy. Sam watched with a mixture of awe and horror as his skin on the back of his hand began to ripple, harden and split. He gaped as the fissures formed a pattern, almost like tiny smooth scales. The rippling began to spread up his arm, and the blue skin began to crack and reform.

"Um, dude, I- I'm going to go get someone. Like a doctor. Or a paramedic. Or something. Stay here!" His friend backed off then began to run across the beach.

Sam sat on the sand, partially in shock. He watched from beyond his body, as if the changes were not actually happening to him. He felt something in his fingers crack and watched as his fingernails hardened and grew. His fingers grew longer and wider, the flesh reforming into clawed, alien digits. A dark blue substance was running between his fingers and when he pulled them apart, it stretched and he gasped, realizing it was webbing.

By now the scales had spread to his elbows and his chest had almost turned entirely blue, except for a thick line down the middle of his chest which was turning darker blue, almost purple. He laughed with disbelief.

The rippling spread up his arms and reached his shoulders, covering his collarbone with brilliant, sky-blue scales. He looked down, watching scales spread across his chest and around his sides. On the line where his chest was darker blue, his skin began folding over itself and hardening into  scutes, tough belly-scales. He watched as it folded over itself again and again, disappearing into his surf-shorts and up his neck out of his line of sight.

Something popped and he closed his eyes as he felt his neck crick. It was stretching! It felt like someone had taken a hot knife to the side of his neck and made cuts on either side that stung in the ocean air. He reached up and rubbed them with a clawed hand, and realized that he had grown gills.

He could feel the rippling scale-growth reach his cheeks, then suddenly it felt like someone had hooked the front of his face to a semi truck on a highway. Bones stretched and reformed and something feel to the ground. His hair... He reached up and felt his head, coming across smooth scales and.. something else. Horns?! Two horns were growing from the sides of his head, their points jutting into the sky behind him. And something else was there too, protruding from the side of his head. His ears had change too! He felt his pebbly snout with disbelief, but his clawed hands did not lie.

An odd, tingling feeling in his mouth snapped him back to reality. His tongue felt like it had all but disappeared and with a grinding of bone, his teeth suddenly grew and sharpened. He stuck out his tongue and crossed his eyes, surprised to see a long thin ... forked thing ... and a brilliant blue snout where his nose used to be.

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his back. Something was growing from his shoulders. He wrenched his neck around, surprised at how much it turned, and gaped. He was growing wings. They extended from his back, growing larger. One foot. Three feet. six feet, eight feet! A dark blue membrane stretched between the lighter blue wing fingers, which at first were tingling, then a blast of sensation hit him. Feeling like he'd never felt before. His mind began calculating the slightest shifts in the wind, the temperature of the sun, looking for billowing thermals to float up to the sky with...

He whimpered with disbelief. But deep in his mind, something whooped with satisfaction.

Crunch! His spine stretched as a tail sprouted, covered in the same sky-blue scales. His entire back was tingling, and he turned, watching as a ridge of spikes sprouted along his spinal cord, from the top of his head to the tip of his tail. At the end of his tail, the membrane flattened out to and spread, into a flat, dark blue fun.

He wiggled his tail experimentally,  feeling it's tough scutes rubbing against the warm sand.

His legs were nearly covered in the blue scales too now, but his feet were still changing. Suddenly, his bones cracked and grew, reshaping into digitigrade feet. He watched as the blue skin of his toes melted, forming into three long toes with sharp white claws at the end and dark blue webbing inbetween.

Then suddenly, there was silence. The transformation was over.

Something in his mind sighed with satisfaction as a rush of new sensory input flooded Sam's awareness. Smell, sight and taste had increased hundred fold, maybe thousand fold. The dragon closed it's eyes, and blinked, staring at it's blue clawed hands in the sand in front of it.

"Wh-what just happened?" It wasn't his voice any longer that spoke.
"Me? I haven't done anything to you." Her voice was in Sam's mind, no, it was Sam, there was no separation except what he had created in his life as a human. "You chose to save me."

The dragon stood up on four legs at first, but, somewhere deep within it wanted to retain some aspect of it's former humanity. So, it stood up on two legs experimentally, wobbling slightly but eventually gaining it's balance. The dragon looked around. It was surprised that nobody had seen the transformation and came running, freaking out. But there was nobody on the beach.

Yet, in the distance, the dragon's keen ears heard a siren wailing. An ambulance. Their friend had gotten "help". The dragon stood for a moment, stretching and surveying the beach. It looked down at itself, still somewhat in disbelief.

"Why?" It was Sam speaking. "Why did you do this?"

There was a moment of silence.

"Well... you've finally set us free." She spoke out loud this time, not contraining herself to their thoughts.
"What do you mean?"
"Let me show you."

Suddenly,  Sam lost control of the body. No, that was wrong. She was him, he was her, and they were more in control of their body then they ever had been in their life! Their wings were spread to their full eight-foot span. With a powerful flap, the dragon took flight, leaving the sandy beach far below and soaring over the ocean. Suddenly, she tucked in her wings and dove below the surface of the water, opening her eyes and taking a deep breath of the salty water.

Sam grinned with satisfaction. Life was finally right.