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A little dragon trashed around in an iron net, dangling above a pre-dug grave in the ground. Soon a human would come for their prize. Fire breath or lava spit did nothing to the net. There was no hope for the dragon, just nature taking the lives it gave. Preys and predators, all part of the natural order.The dragon whined in distress. Leaves crunched in a regular pattern, closer and closer until the dragon spotted a man. He grinned happily at his catch, he fell back when the dragon blew fire at his face.The dragon did it too early, he was at a safe distance, unharmed. He grumbled and stumbled onto his feet, he drew out his sword, aimed for the head between the gaps of the net.In the shadows, Agatha watched with intrigue. She sensed that there was more to the dragon. It didn’t think or feel like other creatures. This one was louder, noisier, and complex. She noticed it circling her lately.“Transform.” She whispered.Purple swirled around the dragon, bones contorted. The hunter backed away at the sound. Agatha stepped into the light and he scrambled away at the sight of her.“Not so fast.”Agatha threw him into the hole in the ground with her magic. She diverted her attention to the dragon, spasmed about in the net. It had grown bigger. Scales smoothed out to skin, still held it’s shimmering shapes but laid flat.Her magic unhooked the net from the tree and slowly lowered it to the ground. It opened, the dragon stopped fighting the net, laboured breathing was obvious. It had fully transformed from a dragon into a human. She made sure not to touch the net as she squat down, “hey.”Wide eyes turned to her, you were curled up, bare as a new born. It had been a long time since you used your voice, “hello.”“The name’s Agatha. What’s yours?” She washed the dirt off of you with gentle hands. The pool of warm water turned hotter the longer you sat in it. You might be human again but you were warm as hell itself at your core. You had sighed and fire escaped your mouth on accident.Agatha didn’t mind the hot water or your hot skin as she washed you. She asked you for your story, you told her what you could remember.You lived a mediocre life. Awhile ago- you hadn’t kept track of the years- you were cursed by a witch. You never knew what you did to deserve it.Human turned into a dragon, not even a giant scary one but a little one the size of a cat. Being that little and precious put a bounty on your head, every kid wanted a pet dragon and every men wanted to hang your head on their wall. You became a myth. Some feared you.You had travelled far and wide in search of Agatha, the nymph rumoured to have the power of transmutation. Been to springs, mountains, and meadows and met different nymphs.The Pegaeae had doused you with water when you found her. She was very apologetic when you awkwardly stared at her, she gave you a glowing liquid soup as an apology, it fuelled you long enough to make it to the mountains.The Oread had rambled a bunch of incoherent divination. She let you rest with her before she sent you out with a gem as a snack. It was delicious, you might return for more in the future.The Leimonid had squealed and cuddled you when she discovered you. You would have stayed longer but you feared roasting her pretty flowers into dried herbs. She gifted you a ball of light to disguise your shape, just a floating ball of light to human eyes. It dissipated when you reached the forests.Your was throat itchy by the time you finished recollecting your adventure. She dressed you up in an oversized dress made of leaves. It had a soothing scent. Walking under the huge mushrooms, you stared at her iridescent translucent wings and muscled back as you followed behind her, carrying some of her forage routinely. Agatha’s pointed ears twitched as she listened. She suddenly ducked and a vine whipped where her head was. Still, she was yanked away by another.“Agatha!” You ditched her things and ran after her. Tangled in vines, she was brought to a nymph. A forest one, her clothes similar to Agatha’s.“Honey, I’m home,” she sang and kissed Agatha. The vines untangled. It was like you were just stabbed in the gut. Agatha hadn’t shared too much about herself, you were silly to think she was living in solitude before meeting you. Their tongues dived deep into each other’s mouths, you shifted on your feet uncomfortably at the noises they were making.“Ahem, nice to meet you too I guess.” You mumbled and turned to retrieve what you dropped. Rio had stolen Agatha away from you, taking up all her time. Sure, Agatha wasn’t yours to keep in the first place. You were just Agatha’s pet- as Rio put it- whatever that meant.She also called you a ‘lagartija’. You tried to protest that you weren’t a lizard, she just giggled at you. But that’s besides the point.You assumed it was because you gathered Agatha’s usual supplies while they slept in after a long night. Never disobeying, always craved to please her, more loyal than life could be to death.You used to sleep near her but they were unabashedly loud when they had sex. You wished Agatha had left you in that net. She barely paid attention to you, too distracted with Rio. She even snorted when she laughed about their inner jokes, you have never heard her make that sound before.You stumbled upon them singing and dancing the night away. The temperature of your usually hot heart had dropped, made you uneasy being around them. You contemplated going back to the meadows.The truth was hard to swallow- you weren’t anything special to Agatha. Never was, never would be. Who were you to compete with Rio? She was so much more talented, more helpful, more knowledgeable, hotter, better than you. She was overall more compatible with Agatha. You were just a silly human that needed her help. Nothing more. You couldn’t bring yourself to mention anything about your dilemma to her, why should you? The sun had set, you had finished your chores and you knew they were going to screw. You roamed the forest alone- except the little fairies- straying further from your favourite nymph. The fairies made you a little flower bracelet.Listening to the birds chirping and frogs croaking, your anger subsided and left behind sorrow. You huffed and buried your head in your hands.“What am I doing? I’m so pathetic, aren’t I?” You asked your company, they chittered in their language.“No, I don’t want your pity. I just-“A twig snapped somewhere, you quickly climbed the closest tree. Your little friends went into hiding too. You squinted in the dark, fortunately for you, they were illuminated. A few trees away, three humans sneaked nearer. One held a bag and a torch, another held an iron net, the last one held a crossbow.You suspected they were here for you. They stopped under your tree, you held your breath and tensed every muscle. They were arguing, calling the net man a liar. You wondered how he got out of the deep ground. The torch man threatened to burn him.“I swear that witch helped it and turned it into a girl.”“You promised a dragon and now you’re saying we’re catching a girl?”“And the witch! Catch the girl, use her as bait! You know how long we’ve been trying to rid the witch.”“That’s impossible.”They halted at the echo of Agatha’s voice calling your name through the woods.“Shh go hide, let’s take this witch down by surprise.” The evil men pushed each other as they split up and hid behind the trees.You couldn’t let them hurt Agatha after all she had done for you. The torch man conveniently stationed under your tree, you bent as low as you could, pass the branches and then covered him in flames.He screamed and dropped and rolled but you didn’t let up, topping up the fire. A force pushed you out of the tree, you groaned when you landed on the ground. You noticed something sticking out of your shoulder. It burned and your muscles tingled.The crossbow man laughed gleefully, he went to reload but you burnt him too before he could. The smell of burnt flesh was awful.You weren’t used to running but you tried anyways. Adrenaline simmered and the pain was kicking in, you groaned, your vision getting blurry with tears.Not fast enough, not far enough, the net man got you again. His rough hands grabbed your arm, you swore, he had roused your injured shoulder. You went to claw his face but he dug his fingers into your wound. You cried out and knees buckled.“Shut up you little shit!” He slapped his palm over your mouth to silence you and to ensure you won’t burn him in a hot breath.Green flashed by you and the man was gone. You collapsed against the tree and watched. He was entangled in a web of branches and vines, the other two hunters soon joined him. They were shouting for their lives. Flowers bloomed where they bled and they quietened down. Eventually they were beautifully covered in flora in their entirety.“Hey there, little flame.” A hand with pointed nails tucked your sweaty hair away from your face, you glanced up to Rio. She pulled you away from the scratchy tree into her soft embrace. You sobbed as your vision went spotty and dark. Your body felt well rested surprisingly, that was the best sleep you had for the past few.. forever. You were looking at the light blue sky, laying on the top of the biggest squishy mushroom instead of rocks. You had slept on boulders to prevent burning any plants.Rio was in a leaf hammock, one feet dangling out of it, swaying. She scratched the tree bark, etching out a doodle with her nails. Her dark green wings occasionally flapped. Her little spider made it’s own webbed hammock by her head.Stomach grumbled powerfully, catching her attention. She seemed relieved to see you awake. You suddenly remembered what happened. You observed your shoulder and discovered it had completely healed. You were wearing a different leaf top, probably a herb that promoted healing.“Sweetheart! Food is ready!”Your eyes darted everywhere, Agatha was no where in view. Dark hair peaked over the edge of the mushroom, she emerged from below. Air left her lungs at your alertness.“How are you feeling, baby?”“Better than ever.”Her mouth opened and closed, hesitating. Then finally she asked, “hungry?” “I think I should leave.” You had to spoil the peaceful meal. Agatha frowned in distress.“Wha- Why?”You kept your eyes on your food, not daring to make sure contact. “I just bring you more trouble. Anyways, Rio’s back, you don’t need me anymore. You never did so..”“Nonsense,” she was offended, “you think you can just waltzed into my life and then run away? Are- are you not happy here?”“I was. But recently I feel like I’m a ghost haunting you. I can’t tell if you liked me in the first place or just tolerated me.” You felt like petting yourself on the back for confessing. And also smacking yourself for upsetting Agatha. Rio stayed silent.“Obviously I like you.” Agatha’s tone wasn’t begging, she was demanding. “stay, please.” The rest of your day was spent clinging to Rio, just like her spider clung on her. She grew back the vegetation you had burned and buried the web of corpses into the dirt. You weren’t as efficient as her trimming overgrowing bushes that threatened to take over the forest.She frequently held your waist, making the excuse of warming up her cold hands against your scaly skin. Her touch made you warmer. She chuckled at your flustered face. She put her hand on your back, leading you through the trees- reminded you of Agatha. You missed her.“Careful.” Arms wrapped around you firmly, you had almost walked into the pit. “Agatha would murder me if I let anything happen to you.”It was time someone finally filled it. The ground looked as if it was never touched in the first place, the dirt levelled out. Like that part of your story had ended, a new one begun. Rio grew your favourite flowers and mushrooms at that spot.Your hair full of flowers when you returned to Agatha. They were going at it again just beside your flower. Of course, you were stupid to think they would put a halt to their sex life for you. You stuffed a small mushroom in your ear but you still heard every moan and groan. You didn’t want to be unappreciative of the bed- an unbelievably humongous single flower- Rio had grown specially for you so you laid there and suffered. Your gut twisted when one of them moaned so deafening loud.The surrounding bushes rustled and swayed with them. Their bed of flowers was connected to other greens so it created a chain reaction when they thrust their hips. You could hear how wet they were, the sticky smacking of their juices.Maybe you were on the brink of sleep or actually dreaming. Everything was light and floating. You turned around and watched Agatha bucked her hips into Rio. Their legs sticking out everywhere, their cunts met perfectly. Wings fluttered. They shed their flora attire bit by bit.You succumbed to the ache, rubbing your thighs together. You had to, they gave you a show, it would be rude not to. You nuzzled your face into the flower, the tangy smell spurred you on.“Wait for me,” Agatha grunted, Rio was a mess of sounds, barely holding on. Their bodies jerked in sync, it was almost unnatural. They tugged reach other impossibly closer, like trying to merge into one body.Your eyes slid shut for what felt like a murky second. Cold hands- you were too hot so they were cold on you- ran up your bare thighs. Your breath hitched. It was like moving through molasses, your mind moved slow, your body even slower. All you knew was the want.Eyes opened, Rio crawled over you. You froze at the proximity. Her thighs spread her juices against yours. Was she going to kiss you? The anticipation wasn’t helping your growing arousal.Her hand traced your ribs and your under bust. It tickled and wore out your patience. Fortunately, Agatha swooped in and gave you the kiss you were craving. Her head tilted so she could tongue you deeper. The sound you made was new, caught you by surprise.She didn’t allow you to pull away even to take a breath, her hand held your face. You gripped onto her wrists, it didn’t give you any control over her but it was reassuring. The other nymph kissed your neck and chest, licked a path down to your breast. She stripped the band of leaves off. Her lips closed around you hardening bud.“So wet,” Rio groaned against your breast, her hand between your thighs, gathering what you leaked. You shifted your hips to press into her. Her fingers with the short nails slid in with no trouble.She laughed, “this little lizard is burning my fingers.”“Not a lizard.” You grumbled but it was hard to think with the way her fingers curled and rapidly plunged in and out. Legs widened apart, hoping they would fill in the space. It was like your pent up desire spilled out all at once.Your skin glistered not only from your scales but the different substances, you couldn’t tell what was condensation, saliva, or your slick. Their lips were everywhere. Coaxing whines and shuddering breaths from you. You were drifting away from earth and they weighed you down. Your thighs tingled, warning you of your orgasm.“Good, huh?” Agatha's voice full of smugness, “tell me, do we make you feel good?”“Y-yeah,” you shuddered. You fisted Agatha’s hair and nails dug into Rio’s shoulder. When you came, you swore you flew out of earth, you couldn’t feel anything but the bliss. Your eyes pinched shut, you welcomed the dark nothingness.They lulled you back to earth, your body twitching. You assumed you squirted because everything was wet. Their tongues licked your juices and generously left their spit behind. Their mess of dark hair confused you, unsure who was the one licking your clit. Dizzy pleasure resumed, you bucked into them. The other mouth chomped on your inner thigh, Rio?You thought your appetite was satiated but you were hungrier than before. Rio snaked up your body, her hair fell to brushed face. This was simply a game to her, which one of you was going to give in first. You gasped at a particular hard suck to your clit.“Agatha..”The fingers coated with your slick traced your lips, your tongue darted out and bumped them. She swiftly pinched the muscle between her fingers, it almost slipped out of her hold. A drop of her saliva dripped on it, she leaned down and her tongue met yours, whimpers escaped from the back of your throat.They were relentless, you learned that night. You weren’t the only one hungry for your orgasm. That might be why they had left you out all those times, concerned that you couldn’t keep up. But that was your theory, you would never dare ask them for confirmation.Your body temperature dramatically fluctuated. They had tried every position known to mankind. Your muscles heavy, you let them manoeuvre you how they needed for maximum pleasure. It was amusing to them how your pussy never stopped leaking, abundance of honey for them to drink. Now you understood why sex with them created the noise pollution it did.In your flower, you were sandwiched between them, legs tangled. Rio drawing shapes on your back with her finger, you nuzzled her neck, breathing her in. Your fingers laced with Agatha’s, resting on your stomach. It wasn’t stifling warm, your body actually cool for once since you changed.Your eyelids drooped, the last thing you saw was petals closing in on you like a cocoon.