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Mattariel Oct 31st, 2019 (edited) 177 Never
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  1. https://www.sofurry.com/view/1507347 - SoFurry version
  2.  
  3. Vala's Song of Endurance
  4.  
  5. From - Restless, a night in Crater-Vale
  6.  
  7. https://www.sofurry.com/view/1467488
  8.  
  9.  
  10. This probably remains my favourite poem. We have a rhyming quadruplet structure, but also another rhyming pair in every line, which I felt befitted a dragon of song/siren dragon like Vala; complicated but also topical to its intended use. Being based on 'old draconic' I decided to take a few less seen, older terms to make it a bit more interesting.
  11.  
  12. In context of the story, when sung by a siren dragon it overrides the fatigue of the listener at the expense of making them even more exhausted when it expires, so it would be used to maintain a defensive line to out endure a foe as a desperate last measure.
  13.  
  14.  
  15. "Please rise my friend, to victory wend, battle yet to be fought
  16.  
  17. Be strong of mind, for dragon kind, 'gainst that our foes hath wrought
  18.  
  19. Stand by my side, on courage ride, our fate in troubles fraught
  20.  
  21. Be stilled of heart, as we depart, on that your masters taught
  22.  
  23.  
  24. "With shields affixed, and stood betwixt, one 'nother and abreast
  25.  
  26. On endless strength, and at spears length, your skill and valour blessed
  27.  
  28. They'll break on charge, 'gainst bloody targe, on martial prowess test
  29.  
  30. With hours long, please heed my song, and soon we shall all rest
  31.  
  32.  
  33. "Once more my friend, loss to amend, our kin and allies grieve
  34.  
  35. You stand again, ne'er to be slain, foe heart and neck to cleave
  36.  
  37. A call beyond, fear to recond, your spirit please believe
  38.  
  39. With dragon's cry, we cannot die, your rest yet to receive"
  40.  
  41.  
  42. *   *   *
  43.  
  44.  
  45. Dating Dragons
  46.  
  47.  
  48. One of a few poems separate from anything, based on a prompt about dating a preferred scaly lover. The dating part kind of fell to the wayside in favour of a more straight-forward day in the life thing, but it is what it is. Nothing too complicated; rhyming couplets, telling a story.
  49.  
  50.  
  51.  
  52. A flight, skyward bound, aloft on wing,
  53. in these frightful moments I'm unable to sing,
  54. as air rushes, I'm terrified, a panic to ride,
  55. despite my love of her, deeply rooted inside.
  56. A hunt, visceral, offal spilled and then eaten,
  57. Her grinning muzzle aglisten with a winking to sweeten,
  58. her savage side present, forthcoming and willing,
  59. then a tender nuzzle, a kiss and I'm smeared from the killing.
  60.  
  61.  Fearful glances from townfolk, notwithstanding,
  62. her gentle heart clear despite a thunderous landing,
  63. her size prodigious, everpresent and clear,
  64. yet, for me, I just look at her sauntering rear.
  65. I try to blend in as she thumps on beside me,
  66. and buy heavy provisions which she lifts with ease, gladly,
  67. I will never grow tired of her firm, muscled scale,
  68. and always wonder why me? Not a fine drakeish male?
  69.  
  70. As daylight wanes and evening waxes,
  71. I prepare my bedding and she just relaxes,
  72. as my back is turned, then a growling rumble,
  73. then she plucks me up and asks "Wanna tumble?"
  74. I'll not deprive her of this hungry request!
  75. Even if I hadn't prepared for this physical test!
  76. As cloaca is met with all manner of probing,
  77. I just wished for a chance for less claw-based disrobing...
  78.  
  79. T'is a commonplace theme, as I head back to society,
  80. as my odourous approach would give rapid sobriety
  81. I couldn't care less, though, it's a sign of my lover,
  82. I did bathe before but she'd once more of me smother.
  83. Another date, more time spent; a couple, if abnormal,
  84. yet I dare to think what will come to make of this formal.
  85. One day at a time, I suppose, and hope she stays happy,
  86. as I hope you had a chuckle and this wasn't just sappy.
  87.  
  88.  
  89. *    *    *
  90.  
  91.  
  92. Drunk on Crater-Vale
  93.  
  94.  
  95. So very drunk...
  96.  
  97. While not from a story, obviously this is all about the protagonists of Restless, four of the key figures of the Passing the Flame series. It's really messy, but it is what it is.
  98.  
  99.  
  100. There once was a kobold from Crater-Vale,
  101.  
  102. and the physical epitome of an alpha male,
  103.  
  104. Figin was his name,
  105.  
  106. dragonhood he'd tame'
  107.  
  108. and the background focus of my scaly tale.
  109.  
  110.  
  111. Lalep was a tiny runt,
  112.  
  113. The likes of which we'd mock
  114.  
  115. A physically meek, growth dids't stunt
  116.  
  117. and of himself would take stock
  118.  
  119. A hero in the making was he
  120.  
  121. Of greater things was he destined to be
  122.  
  123. Once of insults, he'd take on the brunt
  124.  
  125. Now the exemplar, and walk of the cock.
  126.  
  127.  
  128. Vala was a kindly type
  129.  
  130. A pretty white thing was she
  131.  
  132. Perhaps a leader she'd be
  133.  
  134. When one would consider her ripe.
  135.  
  136. A dragon of song, her voice as a storm
  137.  
  138. Yet a delicate type, kindness as the norm
  139.  
  140. One wonders of which colours are of her own stripe
  141.  
  142. While Lalep watches on with incorrigable glee.
  143.  
  144.  
  145. Kaja, old soul, young of mind
  146.  
  147. Struggling with his newer kind
  148.  
  149. A helper of those within a bind
  150.  
  151. and of Figin e'er intertwined
  152.  
  153. A decent sort, rich of illusion
  154.  
  155. Of his own mind, deep in delusion
  156.  
  157. One wonders how his life reaches conclusion
  158.  
  159. Now he's attained harmonic inclusion
  160.  
  161.  
  162. *    *    *
  163.  
  164.  
  165. Maiden of the Cave
  166.  
  167. From - The Tale of Lalep the 'Bold
  168.  
  169. https://www.sofurry.com/view/1447538
  170.  
  171.  
  172. In the original Lalep story I had chapter breaks designed to foreshadow some aspect coming up. Some more important than others, and as these breaks went, this one was pretty important. As of the posting of this collection I'm about to start the remake of The Tale of Lalep the 'Bold, and while I intend to do away with the chapter breaks, I do want to use some of the material (and already have, as Figin's letter of exception to Kugu became a lesser plot point in The Passing of the Flame), but this poem will feature in the Lalep remake.
  173.  
  174. Nothing complicated, but I wanted a certain despair to purvey the poem, as it was written from the perspective of a poet who lived in the town Vala lived near for a time, after leaving her first dragon mate and before her capture by the villain of the story. I enjoyed this one from a story-telling perspective, as a lot of this forms foreshadowing for Vala's chapter in Restless, especially in terms of her powers.
  175.  
  176.  
  177. "Oh Maiden of the Cave, your song doth speak to me
  178.  
  179. You make a man feel ten feet tall, yet never shall we be
  180.  
  181. As shipmen crash upon the rocks, your voice they all did'st crave
  182.  
  183. All would give ourselves to wed the Maiden of the Cave
  184.  
  185.  
  186. "Oh Maiden of the Cave, where have you gone alone?
  187.  
  188. To have you grace us all once more, the King I would dethrone
  189.  
  190. To hear your dreaded song again, which turned knight into knave
  191.  
  192. To merely visit your lonely beach, Oh Maiden of the Cave
  193.  
  194.  
  195. "We never saw, but thusly thought, your beauty was divine
  196.  
  197. Your very voice alone the finest, deepest, sweetest wine
  198.  
  199. We know the days when you alone had saved us from the our foes
  200.  
  201. Protected us of rogues, invaders; spared us from their woes
  202.  
  203.  
  204. "We named you Valarie, the Saint of Wealth and Oceans
  205.  
  206. We named you our protector, of threats and flared emotions
  207.  
  208. You never spoke, nor never asked, for anything in return
  209.  
  210. But when you left we couldn't help but feel that harmful spurn
  211.  
  212.  
  213. "Oh Maiden of the Cave, your song doth speak to me
  214.  
  215. You left a hole within our souls, the gravest tragedy
  216.  
  217. We simply cannot carry on, we beg thee to us save
  218.  
  219. our lives themselves of empty worth, Oh Maiden of the Cave"
  220.  
  221.  
  222. *    *    *
  223.  
  224. The Ballad of Lalep the Bold
  225.  
  226. From- The Tale of Lalep the Bold
  227.  
  228. https://www.sofurry.com/view/1447538
  229.  
  230.  
  231. I had fun with this one, largely because I intentionally got really loose with the wording as I felt it would be a better fit for a song cobbled (kobold?) together by miners to celebrate a new hero in their clan. It also features that rhyming on a line from Vala's song, but also rhyming triplets. It also has what I hope is a sufficiently folksy style to the way it flows, as well as some of the... let's call it colour, as with some of the lyrics of Rik-Chik later.
  232.  
  233. Despite said 'colour', and while it's not ever said, I always imagined Vala helping the miners make this song in celebration of her saviour, which is why it's got that slightly complicated rhyming style.
  234.  
  235.  
  236. "A Braver Kobold there never was ever
  237.  
  238. A scout from Crater-Vale, oh so clever
  239.  
  240. A dagger and sword in hand and claw
  241.  
  242. An unlikelier hero we did never saw
  243.  
  244.  
  245. "From humble beginnin's, a clutch of six, he was the last to hatch
  246.  
  247. Grew up as a runt, and thought of as stunted, a break he'd never catch
  248.  
  249. He was yellow of scale, a pitiful male, claws likely too small to scratch!
  250.  
  251. Yet he was a fighter,
  252.  
  253. a cutter and biter!
  254.  
  255. In the Tale of Lalep the 'Bold!
  256.  
  257.  
  258. "Destined for cookin', of writin' or chippin', a lesser life for he
  259.  
  260. Yet trainin' for killin, of stabbin' and seekin', he said he'd rather be
  261.  
  262. He couldn't talk well, he'd scramble and yell, and often would just flee!
  263.  
  264. Yet a slayer of Men,
  265.  
  266. Again and again!
  267.  
  268. In the Tale of Lalep the 'Bold!
  269.  
  270.  
  271. "A Braver Kobold there never was ever
  272.  
  273. A scout from Crater-Vale, oh so clever
  274.  
  275. A dagger and sword in hand and claw
  276.  
  277. An unlikelier hero we did never saw
  278.  
  279.  
  280. "Set out on patrol, the dutiful Kobold, and his very best, he did
  281.  
  282. Fell into a portal, so nearly crushed and from Man-kin did he hid
  283.  
  284. Captured and beated, but never defeated, they'd never be of him rid!
  285.  
  286. He cut out their eyes
  287.  
  288. left'em to the flies!
  289.  
  290. In the Tale of Lalep the 'Bold!
  291.  
  292.  
  293. "Discovered a female, and rescued her too, a Kobold of pretty white
  294.  
  295. They fled off together, protector and charge, bonding together to fight
  296.  
  297. She sung to amaze, beguile'em and faze, he cut'em and set'em alight!
  298.  
  299. They fucked up a wizard
  300.  
  301. an' tore out his gizzard!
  302.  
  303. In the Tale of Lalep the 'Bold!
  304.  
  305.  
  306. "A Braver Kobold there never was ever
  307.  
  308. A scout from Crater-Vale, oh so clever
  309.  
  310. A dagger and sword in hand and claw
  311.  
  312. An unlikelier hero we did never saw
  313.  
  314. It's a tale we'll keep tellin' until we're old!
  315.  
  316. Good ol' Firaegin bless Lalep the 'Bold!"
  317.  
  318.  
  319. *    *    *
  320.  
  321.  
  322. A Kobold Miner's Rhythm
  323.  
  324. From - The Passing of the Flame
  325.  
  326. https://www.sofurry.com/view/1503403
  327.  
  328.  
  329. Besides Lalep the 'Bold, I've generally stuck to one song/poem per story. This is something that will change on occasion, and The Passing of the Flame is certainly a demonstration of that. This unnamed poem is used by Figin to help inspire the miners during Crater-Vale's darker moments, as written by a contemplative kobold before Figin's time, depicting each of the kobold occupations as parts of a dragon. One has to figure they would, as dragon worshipping folk, make these sort of comparisons.
  330.  
  331. Otherwise it's a fairly simple poem.
  332.  
  333.  
  334. "Our soldiers are the claws and teeth,
  335.  
  336. the alchemists bring her fury and fire,
  337.  
  338. the scouts, the eyes keeping swords in sheath,
  339.  
  340. trapsmiths as scales 'gainst foes most dire."
  341.  
  342.  
  343. "The mines, though, are her beating heart,
  344.  
  345. with veins of copper, iron and gold,
  346.  
  347. the pulse is smithing the tools to impart,
  348.  
  349. for glory to dragons, their lairs and wold."
  350.  
  351. "A rhythm of picks, a percussion strong,
  352.  
  353. us miners, you see, are her endless breath,
  354.  
  355. with powerful lungs, for want of a song,
  356.  
  357. so sing as one, from birth unto death."
  358.  
  359.  
  360. *    *    *
  361.  
  362.  
  363. Rik-Chik
  364.  
  365. From - The Passing of the Flame
  366.  
  367. https://www.sofurry.com/view/1503403
  368.  
  369.  
  370. Good ol' Rik-Chik. I set out to make something with a fast, almost patter-song sort of pace. Naturally, without having any ability to depict the tunes in my head, be it by playing an instrument, singing or writing music, it's up to individual interpretation, but this is supposed to be a quick song, which is why it's sung by two sides of a mining team in alternation except for perhaps the final flurry of lines.
  371.  
  372. Otherwise it's a song of giving power to the miners of a kobold clan, since they're the most common profession but also the most important in terms of self-sustainability, giving further credence to the Mining poem's message. It does have a cultural poke as well, as it's supposed to also convey that all kobolds are supposed to be equal, which is why this song's designed to ruffle the feathers of uppity underbosses or even the mining foreman. Lastly, kobolds follow the doctrine of working hard and playing hard; they like them some thick, meaty boys and girls to play with after a long day chopping stone.
  373.  
  374.  
  375. "Rik-Chik!"
  376.  
  377. "Rik-Chik!"
  378.  
  379. "Miners go and grab a pick!"
  380.  
  381. "We're gonna swing it 'til we're sick!"
  382.  
  383. "The sound of Rik-Chik-Chik!"
  384.  
  385.  
  386. "Rik-Chik!"
  387.  
  388. "Rik-Chik!"
  389.  
  390. "Jus' hold the axe up by the stick!"
  391.  
  392. "We're gonna swing'em double quick!"
  393.  
  394. "To hear that Rik-Chik-Chik!"
  395.  
  396.  
  397. "A few more chips!"
  398.  
  399. "Another chunk!"
  400.  
  401. "For iron strips!"
  402.  
  403. "Then go get drunk!"
  404.  
  405.  
  406. "An ale or five!"
  407.  
  408. "A dozen more!"
  409.  
  410. "To feel alive!"
  411.  
  412. "Iron galore!"
  413.  
  414. "And so another day is done!"
  415.  
  416. "Rollin' out iron by the ton!"
  417.  
  418.  
  419. "Rik-Chik!"
  420.  
  421. "Rik-Chik!"
  422.  
  423. "Another cart in just a tick!"
  424.  
  425. "'Or else we're gonna get a kick!"
  426.  
  427. "So keep the Rik-Chik-Chik!"
  428.  
  429.  
  430. "Rik-Chik!"
  431.  
  432. "Rik-Chik!"
  433.  
  434. "We say the foreman is a prick!"
  435.  
  436. "So suck my hole or kiss my dick!"
  437.  
  438. "Jus' one more Rik-Chik-Chik!"
  439.  
  440.  
  441. "It's how we thrive!"
  442.  
  443. "Our way of life!"
  444.  
  445. "A common drive!"
  446.  
  447. "No lack of strife!"
  448.  
  449.  
  450. "The greatest clan!"
  451.  
  452. "We're all as one!"
  453.  
  454. "'ccordin to plan!"
  455.  
  456. "Won't be undone!"
  457.  
  458. "The Underboss might be a twat!"
  459.  
  460. "But he's in charge, so that is that!"
  461.  
  462.  
  463. "Rik-Chik!"
  464.  
  465. "Rik-Chik!"
  466.  
  467. "Go get a mate, we like'em thick!"
  468.  
  469. "A meaty boy or girl to lick!"
  470.  
  471. "And give my Rik-Chik-Chik!"
  472.  
  473.  
  474. "Rik-Chik!"
  475.  
  476. "Rik-Chik!"
  477.  
  478. "The shaft is getting' mighty slick!"
  479.  
  480. "So time to suck or 'dip the wick'!
  481.  
  482. "And wet the Rik-Chik-Chik!"
  483.  
  484.  
  485. "We're gonna get our end away!"
  486.  
  487. "Or won't give'em the time of day!"
  488.  
  489. "Another shift is done, it's through!"
  490.  
  491. "And just what else is there to do?"
  492.  
  493. "Until tomorrow, drink it up!"
  494.  
  495. "Another sip or gulp or cup!"
  496.  
  497. "The sunrise hours are upon us and my back is goin' 'crick'"
  498.  
  499. "So take a pew and get some rest, so no more Rik-Chik-Chik!"
  500.  
  501.  
  502. *    *    *
  503.  
  504.  
  505. /scaly Dreams.
  506.  
  507.  
  508. We're all here once more, what a miserly fate
  509. e'er hopeful to have a reptilian mate
  510. with patterns of scale, skin or feather
  511. dreaming of love or lust or whatever.
  512.  
  513.  
  514. Whichever you flavour of scaly, friend,
  515. we each have a preference here in the end,
  516. feral, anthro, plantigrade, therapod,
  517. by air, land or sea; face facts, we're all odd.
  518.  
  519.  
  520. Like dragony types, worshipped and awed?
  521. to koboldy things, so tiny and flawed?
  522. crocodile, iguana, allosaurus or newt
  523. whatever your flavour, we all find'em cute.
  524.  
  525.  
  526. So we stare at our screens, tapping F5,
  527. using deviant, exotic musings to thrive,
  528. we ponder; viewing, reading, inspired,
  529. to see and feel scaled ones so desired.
  530.  
  531.  So carry on, /scaly/, dream of decadent things,
  532. frills, spikes, strong tails, fangs, horns or wings,
  533. cloaca, vagina, cocks, balls inside or out,
  534. just no human-like faces, we all love a snout.
  535.  
  536. I wish all a fair time in this glorious place,
  537. and all power to the fantastical lizardly race.
  538.  
  539. Probably best leave one part unread.
  540. Good night there, /scaly/, I'm going to bed.
  541.  
  542. *    *    *
  543.  
  544. Hunted
  545.  
  546. A poem written for Halloween! A darker themed yarn of pursuit from a hungry, predatory lizard of vague enough description to hopefully give you something to work with, even the ending can be interpreted as you please.
  547.  
  548.  
  549. A forest at night; a dark, troubled maze,
  550. All silent, unsure if a fair sign or not,
  551. You grimace, stride forth, a trail yet to blaze,
  552. A walk between trees, now riddled with rot.
  553.  
  554. Then, edge of hearing, a scratch on wood,
  555. Or so you thought; just a fearful belief,
  556. Quiet again, you move on, as you should,
  557. No sign of a monster. Just a flittering leaf.
  558.  
  559. A fools errand, your task, at least on this night,
  560. Even bandits refuse to brave this copse
  561. Yet a fool you are, going by dim lamp-light,
  562. The snap of a twig, your heart nearly stops.
  563.  
  564. No doubts this time, you're now being hunted,
  565. A shimmer of  scales and a nictating eye,
  566. You cuss, wondering what god you've affronted
  567. and run with futility, certain you'll die.
  568.  
  569. A screech!
  570. You beseech,
  571. “Don't devour me, please!”
  572. A growl,
  573. and you howl,
  574. “Grant me passage, o' trees!”
  575.  
  576. A hammering gait,
  577. your strides landing hard,
  578. your cursing your fate,
  579. and then find your path barred!
  580.  
  581. A miserable cliff,
  582. and a staggering height,
  583. your limbs grow stiff,
  584. and forget fight or flight.
  585.  
  586. But there! Yonder tree; gnarled, ancient, roots long,
  587. With a trail of fibrous rope taken gladly,
  588. Renewed vigour instilled, grip assured and strong,
  589. A descent; rapid, desperate and paced madly.
  590.  
  591. Scarce halfway down, you see its ravenous maw,
  592. Either grinning or snarling, you're unable to tell,
  593. The powerful lizard stares down with a roar,
  594. Then drops right on top as you desperately yell!
  595.  
  596. A collision, you fall,
  597. A crash on the ground,
  598. Then you hear its foul call!
  599.  A sinister sound...
  600.  
  601. It's near, teeth bare,
  602. Red emberish stare,
  603. Dark tongue, slathered,
  604. Your wits, ungathered.
  605.  
  606. Hands tremble, heart drops,
  607. You swear your pulse stops,
  608. It pounces, you're pinned,
  609. and you wait to be skinned!
  610.  
  611. Hot breath on your face and your eyes now clenched,
  612. You're trembling violently; it's the end of the line,
  613. Your clothes are then shorn and by tongue you are drenched,
  614. And a single word uttered by savage tone,
  615. “Mine!”
  616.  
  617. *    *    *
  618.  
  619. A /scaly/ apology.
  620.  
  621. I got moody and wasted peoples time. So I made this. Enjoy.
  622.  
  623. The earlier blogging shit aside,
  624. of which many probably won't abide,
  625. it seems I still hold my poetic stint,
  626. so here's an apology of a scalier dint.
  627.  
  628. But what as a topic, you maybe all wonder?
  629. Fangs or claws or what's there 'down under'?
  630. Luxurious scale of any shade or tone,
  631. prehistoric, modern or fictionally grown?
  632.  
  633. Be it long, lithe and limber? A snake, perhaps?
  634. Or crocodilian, awaiting in waterside traps?
  635. Plumed utahraptor? Something likewise cretaceous?
  636. Or simply anything scaly? We'd be all just so gracious.
  637.  
  638. And let us debate; realistic or fantastic?
  639. Simply quick and strong, or something bombastic?
  640. Perhaps fiery breath or a venomous bite?
  641. Something cute or handsome or great in a fight?
  642.  
  643. As a pet or a lover, for now and forever.
  644. Just a wishful thought we can all share together.
  645. Will we last long enough for movie style genetics?
  646. Or maybe clever use of robotics/synthetics.
  647.  
  648. Let's hope for spacefaring lizard visitation.
  649. Or something akin to a Deathclaw mutation.
  650. There's always time travel and domestication,
  651. Just look out for he who starts the hybrid agnation.
  652.  
  653. I know it'll certainly be someone from here.
  654. and if they succeed... well, we can't help but cheer.
  655.  
  656.  
  657. *    *    *
  658.  
  659. Doubt this needs much explaining. A classic remodeled for /scaly/.
  660.  
  661.  
  662. T'was the night before Christmas, when all throughout /scaly/
  663. Not a thread went too smoothly, with anatomy guff, daily;
  664. The threads were routinely bumped up by care,
  665. In hopes that scaly folk soon would be there;
  666.  
  667. Folk threw themselves in as dino cock-sluts,
  668. While others drank cloaca-cola and busted their nuts;
  669. And cocks in their slits, t'which you religiously fapped,
  670. Since you thought it was female, now you've forever been 'trap'ped,
  671.  
  672. When out on 4chan there arose such a clatter,
  673. You sprang from the thread to see what was the matter.
  674. Away to the tabs you flew like a flash,
  675. Tore open the browser and searched around /trash/.
  676.  
  677. The fucks on the catalog making threads for forced bumping,
  678. Giving nonsense from scat on to cartoon horse humping,
  679. When, what to your eyes see through the bait like a blizzard,
  680. But a miniature sleigh, pulled by many a lizard,
  681.  
  682. With a little scaled kobold, so lively and able,
  683. You relished the fact she was flat as a table.
  684. More rapid than wyverns her coursers they flew,
  685. And she whistled, and shouted, and called her scaled crew;
  686.  
  687. "Now, TEGU! now, GATOR! now, T-REX and GILA!
  688. On, DRAGON! on TORTOISE! on, GECKO and GODZILLA!
  689. To the top of the board! Top of the catalog!
  690. Now dash away! Dash away! Lest someone blog!"
  691.  
  692. As writefags that before the smut fiction typed,
  693. When they post with new material, hoping everyone's hyped,
  694. So up to the page-top the lizards they flew,
  695. With the sleigh full of fappables, and the kobold lass too.
  696.  
  697. And then, Topic of the Thread you heard on OP's post
  698. Asking which of these lizards you'd jerked to the most.
  699. With your dick in your hand, and you turning around,
  700. With the refresh the kobold girl came with a bound.
  701.  
  702. She was covered in scales, from her head to her feet,
  703. And her tail was all thicc with wide hips and no teat;
  704. A bundle of porn she held against her flat chest,
  705. And she looked like a drawfag, opened up for request.
  706.  
  707. Her eyes -- how they twinkled! Eyeridges so merry!
  708. Her cheeks were like roses, scales coloured liked cherry!
  709. Her cute little muzzle drawn up like a bow,
  710. And the horns on her head were as white as the snow;
  711.  
  712. The row of numbers, her post garnering quints,
  713. And the (you)'s! They crowned her head like a prince;
  714. She had a tapered snout and a cute little belly,
  715. That rose and fell, coated with your 'vermicelli''.
  716.  
  717. She was curvy and broad, where she needed to be,
  718. And slim and toned elsewhere, you noted with glee;
  719. A wink of her eye and plans of giving you head,
  720. She soon let you know you had nothing to dread;
  721.  
  722. She spoke not a word, but went straight for your dick,
  723. A Christmas miracle! Hard again; sucked with mouth oh-so slick,
  724. with a climax you covered her muzzle and nose,
  725. And giving a nod, up the chimney she rose;
  726.  
  727. She sprang to her sleigh, to her team gave a whistle,
  728. And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
  729. But I heard her exclaim, ere she drove out of sight,
  730. HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!
  731.  
  732. *    *    *
  733.  
  734. My mind wanders sometimes. Wordplay, puns or references will kick things off, and suddenly I’m rewording Crazy Train by Ozzy Osborne because someone said lizard train.
  735.  
  736.  
  737. On this board!
  738. Hahahahaha
  739. Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye Aye...
  740.  
  741. /scaly/, you know how it goes,
  742. A few dozen people all living as bros.
  743. Clearly it's far too late,
  744. to learn to love mammals; lizards are too great.
  745.  
  746. Googling cloaca,
  747. and feeling no shame.
  748. I'm going off the rails with my /scaly/ brain.
  749. I'm going off the rails with my /scaly/ brain.
  750.  
  751. I've listened to normies, I've read all the blogs
  752. I've watched all the furries who make sparkle dogs
  753. Most folk fap to monster girls on YouTube,
  754. But we’re grabbing bad dragon toys and plenty of lube.
  755.  
  756. Browsing hemipenis,
  757. Driving me insane.
  758. I'm going off the rails with my /scaly/ brain.
  759. I'm going off the rails with my /scaly/ brain.
  760.  
  761. I know that things are going wrong for me
  762. You gotta listen to my words
  763. Yeah
  764.  
  765. Loving cold blooded creatures, that's what we've become,
  766. Inheriting troubles, I'm mentally numb.
  767. /scaly/, I just cannot bear,
  768. we’re living without scalefriends, that just isn't fair
  769.  
  770. Claws that I’m not holding,
  771. who and what's to blame?
  772. I'm going off the rails with my /scaly/ brain.
  773. I'm going off the rails with my /scaly/ brain
  774.  
  775. *    *    *
  776. Goddamn inspiration. Yes, I know we're way beyond Christmas, but inspiration waits for nobody.
  777.  
  778.  
  779. Tiamat the five head dragon,
  780. had a very lustful need,
  781. and if you ever quenched it,
  782. she'd reward beyond all greed.
  783.  
  784. All of the other dragons,
  785. they would always call her vile,
  786. they'd never fuck poor Tiamat,
  787. 'cause they were just in denial.
  788.  
  789. Then one (far too) late Christmas eve,
  790. Bahamut came to say
  791. "Tiamat with your vent so slick,
  792. will you take my incestuous dick?"
  793.  
  794. That's how the drakes did loathe her,
  795. they gave out a massive "REEEEE!"
  796. "Tiamat the five head dragon,
  797. you'll go down in infamy!"
  798.  
  799. *    *    *
  800.  
  801. Life Given/Taken
  802.  
  803. Felt compelled to write an original poem after a few word changed songs, so here's a rather sombre tale with a happy ending.
  804.  
  805. Contained, so housed, within a shell,
  806. a life of boundless hope does dwell.
  807. He struggles and writhes on to be freed,
  808. yet has no parents of likened breed.
  809.  
  810. Instead what awaits this treasured one,
  811. is no kindly life of play and fun,
  812. so deemed a ‘thing’ to use and learn,
  813. cut and bled with seldom concern.
  814.  
  815. Hatching, a time for joy and wonder,
  816. the fractured shell now burst asunder.
  817. Just captors to grab and pin and brand,
  818. and before he can crawl he fears their hand.
  819.  
  820. Such power beneath the budding scale,
  821. his essence distilled and put on sale,
  822. the life saving blood simply now ‘on tap’,
  823. for humanity’s boon, like Yggdrasil’s sap.
  824.  
  825. Wings cut, horns shorn, claws cut, made blunt,
  826. fed in destitution to keep him a runt.
  827. Scales peeled and carved to keep him bleeding,
  828. seed spared, merely kept for future breeding.
  829.  
  830. Weeks and months and years away,
  831. this dragon suffers another day,
  832. with head hung low, enshrined in chain,
  833. he cries no more, now used to pain.
  834.  
  835. His life, unasked, to be spent and plundered,
  836. a saviour, a martyr, yet none will have wondered,
  837. who makes such a sacrifice, so they may thrive,
  838. yet he barely moves as a sign he’s alive.
  839.  
  840. Soon he’s superfluous, a facsimile perfected,
  841. but he’s spared from culling or being dissected,
  842. He’s a trinket, a mascot, something to observe,
  843. just auctioned away, little else to conserve.
  844.  
  845. A moving cage now, feeling new yet the same,
  846. spirited away to one purely for fame.
  847. Then a shudder, a crash, a crumple and shatter,
  848. and the drivers are plucked from the cab with a splatter.
  849.  
  850. Cage broken and torn, and a wall peeled away,
  851. and he can barely remember the light of day,
  852. what awaits him leaves him in fantastical awe,
  853. a dragoness of immaculate scale and claw.
  854.  
  855. She speaks in a rumble, words he cannot discern,
  856. but he has nothing to lose and yet so much to learn,
  857. He follows her away still unable to fly,
  858. but escapes at long last with a jovial cry.
  859.  
  860.  
  861. Contained, so housed, within a shell,
  862. a life of boundless hope does dwell.
  863. She struggles and writhes on to be freed,
  864. with adoring parents awaiting, indeed.
  865.  
  866. And so what awaits the once tortured one?
  867. Such a wonderful life, his past undone.
  868. Blessed with mate having suffered long,
  869. and now has a child to bring up strong.
  870.  
  871. *    *    *
  872.  
  873. This is only scaly related because that’s where I posted it, and I decided to be a bit cheeky by adding a relevant word to it. Otherwise this is a quick little thing designed to cheer someone up.
  874.  
  875. Wish I had some way,
  876. to keep bad feels at bay,
  877. to spark a little light for all to see.
  878. But emotions ne’er behave,
  879. as they blink and flow and rave,
  880. and we’d rather have them simply leave us be.
  881.  
  882. There’s such ease to say ‘just deal’,
  883. and ignore how we all feel,
  884. or have a drink and just fall off the wagon.
  885. So I consider where we are,
  886. and try to mention, thus bizarre,
  887. to find a way to just use the word dragon.
  888.  
  889. Perhaps I’m being trite,
  890. or my rhyming’s simply shite,
  891. but I guess an effort made might be the trend.
  892. All the same I hope it fades,
  893. I know the blues can cut like blades,
  894. and I only hope this takes the edge off, friend.
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