Chapter Three

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My legs burned as I laid on the plastic lawn chair that was on top of the apartment building's roof. Yesterday Lupine dragged me all over lower Manhattan until dusk. It was a long and tiring day that when we finally returned home I eminently collapsed onto the floor and fell asleep right there and then. Now I was taking the day off from this craziness on the roof of my apartment.

The day was warm with large puffy white clouds lazily floating across the sky, occasionally covering up the sun. A gentle breeze flowed over me as the lazy day slowly encompassed my whole being. Regardless of the aching of my legs I began to drift away into slumber.

And right then, my restful day was abruptly ended by a pair of large black claws grasping at my shoulders and whisking me into the sky.

I screamed in horror as my apartment began to shrink right before my eyes as I rode into the air. And right before the building was out of sight, I saw Lupine burst through the roof's door looking for me worriedly.

As the skyline around me shifted toward downtown I turned up to see my captor.

The first thing I saw was a pair of huge claws with red scales. Looking up higher all I could see was a pair of large red leathery wings and a large shining silver breastplate that the sun bounced off like a perfect mirror that obscured my captor's face.

I tried to shift around but only caused the claws to tighten their grip.

"That's not a good idea," called out a strong northwestern European feminine voice from above. "You don't want to fall, do you?"

I looked down, seeing that I must have been almost a half mile in the air. The thought of falling quickly stopped any attempts to escape.

"Where are you talking to me," I cried out.

"Would you like to know," my captor chuckled.

"Yes, that's why I asked," I said flatly.

There was an awkward silence, "S-shut up," she exclaimed frustratedly.

In silence we flew downtown, over old apartments, some with green copper roofs. Passing Harlem, we flew over central park, the tree was in full swing as I watched a multitude of joggers and bicyclists taking full advantage of the late spring day. Soon after passing Rockefeller center a very familiar building came into view, the Empire State Building.

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Slowly my captor began to descend onto the iconic art deco building, hovering alongside the spire, above the tourist lookout. Dropping me on the metal steps with a clang I slowly regained my senses as my altitude sickness began to fade. But immediately I wish I was still out of my senses as I looked down, quickly trying to grab onto anything to anchor myself down. Then with a heavy thud my captor landed near me.

Turning to her I could see that she was a red dragon monster girl, a shapely red dragon monster girl

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Turning to her I could see that she was a red dragon monster girl, a shapely red dragon monster girl. Her thick strong legs were covered in deep red scales that glisten like rubies ascended all the way to her ample hips that were covered by her metal skirt. Her beefy arms were also armor clad except for her large red clawed hands that could crush a skull. Her polished breastplate was in fact huge as it had to contain breasts that were almost double the size of her head. And finally she wore an open faced helmet as long fiery red hair flowed in the wind. Her burning ruby red eyes pierced into my soul.

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