Within the nightclub full of juicy targets, Ben the poison dragon licked his lips with his forked tongue at the concept of getting girls with insults...
Beluga shook his head though. "Insult is a bit strong, but you could say negs work as a subtle form of that…"
"I see…I want to try it." For the poison dragon, his strongest instinct was to spit his corrosive breath. The situation only determined the orifice...
As the dance music filled his ears, with the freedom to be himself, Ben felt like a beast who'd been returned to the wild, as a deep impulse overtook him to manspread his wings and dings…
