Dakia the Draconic Prisoner

-5 years ago-

Sitting on a small log on the outskirts of a small town, Dakia watches the sunset. Her reddish scales and yellowish eyes glow in the fading sunlight. There are small bruises on the non-scaled part of her cheek and a small cut on her eyebrow.

???: You're going to get into serious trouble one of these days if you keep this up.

A figure with bluish hair, icy breath, and a kind gaze appears behind her, sitting down beside her. It is Snow, her childhood friend.

Dakia: I don't give a shit... If those idiots didn't want a beating, they shouldn't have messed with me.

She grumbles, letting out a small sigh of blue flame.

Snow: Well, I don't know what fight you saw, but it looked to me like you got the worst of it haha!

Snow wraps her left arm around Dakia's neck and pulls her so her head rests on her shoulder.

Dakia: Pff, give me some credit. For third-rate thugs, they didn't walk away clean.

Dakia doesn't pull her head away from Snow's shoulder. Even though she often feels like a pariah in this town, as long as her friend is by her side, she can face anything that comes.

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-Day 1/14:30-

The barred doors close behind Dakia. Her scaly body is now covered by an orange jumpsuit. She can hear the screams and insults from the other inmates in the nearby cells. She touches her neck for a moment, now surrounded by a restraint collar, before exhaling a small bluish flame from her mouth. She turns toward the bunk to sleep, but her cellmate has been watching her from above.

Angel: Weeeell, look what we have here~.

A almost warm smile spreads across Angel's face, giving a deceptively first impression of a kind woman, as if she had gotten lost on her way to church. Her appearance is dichotomous at first glance: soft and stylized features, snow-white angel wings with several coal-blackened feathers, and nearly golden hair. Her face would be almost angelic if not for the piercings, tattoos, and slight dark circles under her eyes.

Dakia: Tsk, I'm not looking for trouble...

Dakia says nothing more before sitting on the bottom bunk. Angel's face shifts to disappointment as she leans down to keep talking to her.

Angel: Oooww come on! Why the long face? I thought you'd be more... bloodthirsty~ You had me shaking with fear when I found out I'd be sharing a cell with the gift kidnapper—

Dakias hand grabs Angel's hair and yanks her off the bunk, causing her to fall loudly to the floor.

Dakia: I'm not a kidnapper, YOU BITCH!! Say that again and I'll beat you to death!!

Her gaze is fixed on Angel's fragile body sprawled on the ground, annoyed at being reminded of the reason she was imprisoned.

Angel: hehe... Hehe... Yesss~ That's what I was talking about. Mmmhh~

Angel recovers, her nose bleeding slightly, but she doesn't seem to care.

Angel: Alright, alright. You "didn't kidnap anyone."

She makes exaggerated air quotes with her fingers.

Angel: Buuut let me warn you about something, dragon girl. I doubt the people in this prison will care about your version of the story hehe.

Dakia raises an eyebrow.

Dakia: The other inmates... know?

Angel: Aaah of course! Whenever a kidnapper arrives, word spreads immediately!

Angel sits next to Dakia, grabbing her by the waist without caring about personal space.

Angel: Relax baby, I'm a little angel, hehe how ironic. If they beat you up too much... Puff, I'll heal your bruises and scrapes. It's the least I can do for my CEL-LMA-TE~.

Dakia: Tsk, I don't want your help, you weirdo! I can take care of myself!

Dakia pushes Angel away, but that only makes Angel try to cling to her even more.

Angel: Awww come on! Don't be such a grump!! We're like, best friends! Look, I'll help you earn respect.

Dakia looks at Angel with a face like she's staring at garbage. She wants her to back off but is also interested.

Dakia: I'm listening...?

Angel: Very well, look. At mealtime you arrive with your sexy scales and hot breath and beat the shit out of me! You hit my face, my womb, my tits!!—...

It is at that moment that Dakia realizes the info won't be useful at all, so she simply lies down to think about her current situation while letting Angel talk to herself.

Angel: ....—then you piss on me! And I cry, I lick your feet begging for mercy, I'll become your prison rug whore, no!— your personal pussy cleaner lackey— no!! Your abused cumdump girlfriend— NO!!! Your trash slut wife, and then—...

Looking at the bunk above her, ignoring her cellmate's babbling, Dakia can only wonder why she ended up here. But more than that, she prays that Snow is okay and that they can find her safe and sound. One thing Dakia knows for sure: she must survive and get out of prison in one piece.