A meteor had hit their planet seventy years ago. It had destroyed all living people of Fiore except a five, but, somehow. . . it left the animals. Sure, they were hurt-injured, quite badly, actually-but they still survived, yet. . . something was wrong. The left surviving people slowly transformed into animals, just a few traits, like a tail or cat ears or wings, but they did. And the few left surviving. . . well, they developed powers. And here. . . is where the story begins.
The female, Portia was her name, was an Earth Dragon Mage, and she had developed a brown, dragon tail and brown ears. She had long, straight, flowing, chocolate brown hair and striking blue eyes. She was strict, but the only thing that could break through her shell was a man named Alistair. He had ruffled, black hair and piercing red eyes; he was a Fire Dragon Mage, and he developed claws and fangs. Alistair was perverted and flirtatious and charming, but they still were a beautiful couple, really. The rest of the mages included Erza Scarlet, Natsu Dragneel, and Lucy Heartfilia.
It was a sunny day that Portia went up to Alistair, tapping him on the shoulder stealthily and announcing in a voice, barely above a whisper, "I want to get pregnant..."
Alistair jumped and turned around, his eyebrows furrowed, "Now? You mean... right now?"
Portia grinned, a mischievious glint in her eyes, "Well, then. If you're not up for the challenge, then I guess..."
"Wait!" Alistair said, smiling back, "let's do it."
And off they went to Alistair's room, onto the bed.
Alistair looked at Portia and asked, "You're sure, right?" Portia answered in a nod, before pulling him into a deep kiss. Her hands wrapped around his back, pulling him closer. As she did so, he unclasped her bra, pulling off his shirt and breaking the kiss. Portia couldn't help but stare as Alistair pulled off his pants and boxers. "O-oh, Alistair, uhn..." she murmured, as he knelt towards her, flicking his tongue at her breast.
TBC