[DISCONTINUEDIT'SDEADDON'TREADIT] Clash: The Nergigante

Kidnapped (lemon)

Clash stirred awake. He remembered going hunting outside of Jade Mountain alone. He strayed into a canyon and got divebombed by five dragons. Clash only remembered sandy yellow scales before a wierd knife was stuck into his shoulder, making him fall asleep.

Where was he now?

He layed at the bottom of a sandy hole. The hole was probably around five dragons wide, it was a giant dug out cell. Though the bed seemed nice.

"Hey!!! Where am I?" Clash called through the grate in the ceiling.

"The scorpion den." Clash ehard someone say.

"Can- Can you let me out?" Clash said.

"Nah." the voice said.

"Scorpion den... scorpion den... Oh! Sandwings... Hey!!! I happen to be good friends with a seawing prince, who is good friends with a dude named Quilbi, who is an acquaintance of Thorn herself!" Clash said.

"Oh, realy?" The voice said.

"Yes! Yes it's true!" Clash exclaimed.

"Don't care." The voice chuckled. Clash roared and flew up. Slamming his fist into the grate. The guard began laughing as Clash slammed against the metal grate, only to fall back down.

"Why am I here!?!?!?" Clash asked furiously.

"Our spys learned of your "gift". We plan on using it." The voice, who turned out to be a female sandwing, said.

"I mean... I can fight-"

"The other one." The sandwing said, reffering to his future sight following sexual intercoarse. Clash's eyes widenned and he flew up again, trying to break the barrier at the top. Clash gave up and slumped to the ground. He began to hear the voice of his "partner" as she was being hauled to the cell.

"Hey! You can't do this!!! I'm royalty! Well... ex-royalty but it still counts!" A femininne voice bickered. The grate was lifted and a sandwing was flung down. She looked around frantically she scanned the whole room before finally laying her eyes on Clash.

"Who're you? What are you?" She asked.

"I'm Clash, a warwing." Clash said.

"I'm Blaze." Balze said. "My my, what kind of jewelry is that? It looks beautiful..." The female sandwing stared at his warscales.

"These are part of my body." Clash said.

"Huh..." She poked his tiny white spikes. "Do you know why we're here? Perhaps we're put here to make a dragonet with the best fashion  sense!" She joked, although she was very close to the truth.

"I think they want us to..." Clash said quietly.

"Us to what?" Blaze asked.

Clash made a circle with one hand and inserted his other hand's finger into the hole.

"What are you doing with your fingers?" Blaze asked, too stupid to understand it.

"They want us to fuck!" Clash said.

"What?!?!? That's preposterous!" She said and chuckled dryly.

"Nope, he's right." A voice from above said.

"What!?!?? Nonononono!!! I can't!" Blaze panicked.

"Welp, if you have sex with one dragon for the sake of the tribe, you get your freedom." The guard said.

"I refuse! I'll stay here forever!!!" She exclaimed and backed into a dark part of the cell.

Clash and Blaze sat in the cell for a few hours. They didn't talk to one another. Before long, the air started smelling like rain. And the sound of downpour could be heard from inside.