Pythor X Dragon!Reader for rainbowdragon01
Key
Y/n is your name
Y/h is your hair color
Y/e is your eye color
F/c is your favorite color
Sunlight peaks through the holes in the vast cavern, warming the rocks and making the gold that has been scattered gleam. (Y/n) rests on a pile of such gold, her (f/c) scales shimmering slightly. She opens her (y/e) eyes, having just woken from her peaceful slumber. Later last night, (y/n) had stolen a trophy from some talent show. It was, of course, golden...but on the top was a blade in the shape of a fang. It glimmered like a diamond in the warm sunlight, making (y/n) smile. Darling Draco star, isn't treasure just beautiful? (Y/n) gets up, stretching out her (y/h) wings. What was always odd was her wings seemed to be a different color then the rest of her scales, but oh well.
(Y/n) stalks out of her cave, looking out at the forest below and the icy mountains above. Her (y/e) orbs scan everywhere, whether for something to eat or to keep in her hoard. Then, she sees him. His scales are a vibrant shade of light purple decorated with black and yellow markings. Two shiny diamonds seemed to be on him, too. His magenta eyes met hers, even when they're a good three miles away. (Y/n) smiles, her dagger sharp fangs showing slightly. With a snap of her tail, shes after the snake man, and coming closer.
Pythor could see the dragon, no doubt in his mind. When it started coming towards him, Pythor darted behind a few rocks. He had come looking for the Fangblade, but never expected to see a dragon while doing so! He stayed hidden behind the rocks, hoping the dragon just leaves him alone.
(Y/n) breathes in, trying to catch the scent of the snake man. He seemed...interesting. Valuable. In this region, anything valuable should belong to her. Thats how it worked before, thats how it works now. (Y/n) looks around, then sees the pile of rocks Pythor is hiding behind. His tail is sticking out.
"Ok, you might as well come out! Otherwise I will force you to in any way necessary!" (Y/n) calls out, getting Pythor's attention.
"Alright! Alright! I'll come out!" Pythor calls back, then slithers out from hiding. He gulps, watching (y/n) very carefully. In a swift motion, (y/n) grabs Pythor and quickly heads back to her cave. Once she gets there, she lets go of Pythor, who quickly backs up in fear. (Y/n) smirks, enjoying Pythor's reaction.
"Well, I guess I had better introduce myself. My name is (y/n), what is your name?" (Y/n) asks, pure curiosity in her voice. Pythor gulps slightly, then speaks.
"M-My name is Pythor P. Chumsworth. P-Pleasure to meet you..." Pythor couldn't keep the tremor out of his voice, he was both to shocked and to afraid. (Y/n) frowns now, her (y/e) eyes glowing. She didn't like that Pythor was afraid...not at all.
"Pythor...you don't need to be afraid of me. I won't hurt you." (Y/n) says soothingly, nuzzling Pythor gently. Pythor smiles lightly, but then his eyes catch hold on a certain item. The fangblade. It was here, in (y/n)'s hoard. Great...this may be harder then Pythor thought.
"(Y-Y/n)...I'll admit, I have yet to see a finer dragon or dragoness then yourself. Your (f/c) scales reflect the light perfectly, just as well as how your (y/e) eyes hold a soft glow." Pythor flatters, smiling. (Y/n) smirks, she's seen someone do this before. Try to flatter her into giving them something, (y/n) just wanted to get to the point.
"Alright, Pythor. I can tell you want something from my hoard...what is it?" (Y/n) asks, slightly unimpressed. Pythor frowns, in truth not liking that he got busted so quickly.
"The fangblade. Its attached to the trophy you have taken." (Y/n) blinks, surprised. THATS what he wants?...well, maybe a deal can be worked out...
"Alright, you can have it...but..." (Y/n) uses her (f/c) tail to grab the trophy, then hides it under her (y/h) wings. "I get to have you." Pythor blushes slightly, not expecting the deal. (Y/n) wants him? For what reason? Better question, should he take the deal? Sure, he gets the Fangblade...but in return he belongs to a dragoness...belonging to (y/n)...
Pythor smirks, having his answer. "Well, I wouldn't mind belonging to a dragoness. Its a deal."