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The dragon sighed, rolling over in their ‘nest’, staring at the wooden wall, trying to distract themself from the aching pain in their claws- no, fingers.
Lychee pulled the paddings off from them, looking down at their new body that was already starting to hurt to be in.
They traded their life powder for someone who now looks down at them.
Tsk... Unfair...
The violet dragon grumbled, moving the soft material back over them, unwilling to look at their new body for any longer.
They shifted their legs that didn’t even feel, nor look like theirs anymore.
They were straight and flat, their patella and stifle now made into knees, their tibia and fibula didn’t stick out anymore-if you could even still say it was their anatomy.
They lost their eyestalks, their claws, their fangs, their wings, their horns, almost everything that made them a dragon- or just themself.
They somehow hated themself a bit more than regular when they looked like this, but at least someone they cared about loved them, like one would love a good friend, even when they looked like this.
Speaking of that said person, Lychee Dragon had not seen Rambutan for quite a bit of time after she said she was going out to the bazaar on the coast of Pineapple Island.
‘‘ To get some fruits, spices, and enrichment for you! ,, That was what Rambutan Cookie said before leaving the hut.
It was the morning when she left, and it was mid-afternoon currently.
The Lychee Dragon didn’t get up from their ‘nest’ (a cake hound bed with blankets and pillows to be arranged into walls and floors for said nest) to eat or get anything cense Rambutan Cookie left them at the hut.
Lychee guessed they were a bit hungry, so they should get something to eat, or harass the tribe-folk into playing with them or giving them food.
Both were good reasons to get out of their comfortable nest.
They pushed the bedding of them, standing entirely too fast, causing their hardly moved legs to buckle under them.
If they were being truthful for the one time in every blue moon, their legs have never buckled before, with their anatomy making it almost impossible their legs to fail, unless if they had some weird disorder Rambutan was talking about before she knew their identity.
Or maybe because they didn’t eat anything but things they found on the floor for the past three days, so their jam sugar would be lower.
Lychee Dragon did recall Rambutan saying something about them having eighty high definitions, or HDs and them being on a spectrum or something like that.
How would they know? - they weren't paying attention because they were eating something that Rambutan called ‘‘ A lollipop ,, or whatever she said.
They had far bigger problems, like getting off from face down on the floor currently.
It hadn't hurt all that much, falling onto their face, but it was still a small sting that could easily annoy or irritate dough.
Lychee Dragon tried standing again, using the bed next to their nest as a support, slowly balancing themself on their own, struggling to distribute their weight, due to their lack of previous limbs and their legs being forced to become straight.
It took around three minutes to stand up properly without needing to lean on something.
After that, they wobbled out of the hut as fast as they could, starting to be able to walk at the time.
They looked around; it seemed everyone was asleep or doing something else, but the area surrounding the huts was empty, maybe a few animals and critters, but that was it.
Animals, critters and- Shiny things!
Lychee walked over to inspect the very sparkly object on the floor very cautiously.
It was a pretty-looking green, far too sparkly to even be a normal gem.
The color almost matched how their wing membrane and under their scales looked-
No.
The dragon sat down and stared at the gem, pawing at it with the top half of their fingers tucked in front of the bottom, their thumb curved into their palm, mimicking how their paws used to look.
They picked up the gem, a sharp end cutting the palm of their right hand, their jam building up and spilling out of the cut.
Lychee Dragon teared up, dropping the gem with a small sob, the hand that they cut trembling slightly.
A small sob left them; they didn’t know why it hurt so much, but it just did.
The pain throbbed, the jam trickling down their wrist, looking around for anyone who might be there, but there was no one around them.
The violet dragon’s hand hurt, but no one was there to help them, or even just ask if they were okay.
They were not used to this.
Normally, someone would try and see if they were alright or pay attention to the dragon until Lychee would nip at them and yell at them to go back to doing... Whatever cookies do, or something like that.
Well now their fun is ruined.
The gem was still pretty, so they could take it; they just needed to clean it up.
Well, the cyan jam that was leaking out of them did look a bit like the gem in a way.
Maybe.
Well, not really like the color, their jam color was more of a greener cyan, and the gem was more of a blue- why were they thinking of this‽
They were clearly in pain, and they were thinking of the color of the gross, potent liquid leaking out of their palm!
Lychee lifted their hand up, licking their jam off their palm and raising it so it didn’t pour anymore.
The dragon huffed before standing with a bit of struggle, holding the gem in their not-bleeding-out-from hand.
Lychee looked around quickly before stepping back into the hut, going back to their nest and huffing, kicking around their legs as they held their hand up and staired at the gem.
No, their gem.
They did not go through all of that just to doubt having the stone, they would have been hurt on their palm for nothing, and because Rambutan knew about the times where they were bored out of their mind and had nothing better to do-
In short, Rambutan knew that they had hurt themself quite a bit before.
Welp... What would they do now?
They had the stone, and it might have looked like it was their intention
Damn it
How would they try and stop Rambutan from thinking they were suicidal again‽ (Normal problem that is very relatable, am I right?????)
Maybe they could just show her their pretty rock...?
Yes.
That would work.
♥~|+*^L-L^*+~ ♥
When Rambutan had walked through the door, jam was EVERYWHERE on the floor, from the entrance to the cakehound bed that Lychee Dragon had called their nest (crazy ass hoe).
"L-Lychee Dragon! What have you done!?"
"I got cut..." The dragon muttered before springing up and showing Rambutan a gemstone that would have been nice if it didn't have their jam covering the ENTIRETY of it.
"Oh my witches- where did you even find that?"
"On the ground, why?"
"I was just wondering- go take a bath and I will uninfect the wound when you get out and are dry..."
And just like that, the violet dragon (with some struggling) got up and walked into the restroom, leaving the gem on a table near the doorway.
Rambutan got the gem and brought it over to a sink, rinsing it off and the cleaning it off to find it was hardly even sharp.
How the hell did they even manage to cut themself that hard with this...?
The chieftain set down the pretty stone back into Lychee Dragon’s nest before changing out of her heavy, hot robes into more light and airy attire, sitting down in a chair for her table in the center of the hut, waiting for the dragon to clean themself.
♥~|+*^L-L^*+~♥
After a while, Lychee had walked out, without any of their clothing on and just a loose cloth around their waist that hardly covered anything.
It seemed they had no idea that they would be considered a woman in this form, or that woman's chests were private.
Averting her gaze and squeezing her eyes shut, Rambutan covered her face.
"Lychee- put a shirt on or something, I don't want to see that!" Rambutan exclaimed, her face getting a bit flustered.
"What's so wrong about it? I see men do it all the time."
"It is different for woman, just put something on!"
"Ugh, fine!" Rambutan heard a bit if rustling before Lychee spoke again "There, it is fine now."
She had uncovered her eyes, looking at the dragon who just put a blanket over their shoulders so their chest was covered.
"Okay, you can't just do that, Lychee Dragon Cookie..."
"Your species is so stupid, is it really this necessary to wear this much cloth?"
"It is for a lot of reasons, you know, like warmth, privacy, and protection."
"Sure..." Lychee muttered, tying the blanket around them so they were able to move around freely without the blanket flying off.
"Can I have your hand, Lychee?"
Lychee Dragon Cookie held out their wounded hand, showing her their palm, squeezing their eyes shut as Rambutan Cookie wrapped a bandage around their palm.
Then, the violet dragon looked outside of a window nearby, looking at the moon that was high in the sky. "Is it not your bed-time, Rambutan Cookie?"
"I don't have a bedtime- you know what? Fine. You also have to sleep with me too." Rambutan sighed, picking them up and walking over to her bed, sitting down on the edge with the limp dragon in her lap.
"Are you comfortabe?"
"Very much so~" Lychee yawned, stretching out on Ranbutans lap like how a licorice cat and also instently falling asleep.
Rambutan pushed herself against the pillows and placed Lychee beside her on the bed so they were curled up on a pillow, pulling the blanket up, and falling asleep herself.