"Well well" A soft childish voice emerges from the doorway, unfortunatly this does not pull Mike from his slumber either. Standing in the door, about three feet high in regular standards, are two small red creatures. The reptiles stand upon their hind legs with rather small wings and pudgy stomachs, once more you doubt your own sanity. For a moment you begin to consider the possibility that this is all infact a dream, but a painful shift of the bed convinces you of your lucidity. The two dragons continue to hold hands as they approuch. Fortunatly they stop a few feet from the bed, benign or not you would rather they not get close enough to grab you. The dragon on your left speaks first, giving you a big smile. "My name is Pippet and..." at this point the other dragon interrupts her brother. "and I'm Poppet." The entire matter seems impossible, and yet sure enough two dragons stand before you. Gradually you regain control of your vocal cords. "You... your really dragons aren't you?!"
In unison the twins give a soft chuckle, noding their heads in response. "Heh, at least the last time I checked." Poppet replies with a second laugh. The dragons do not seem all that malign and gradually you begin to calm a bit, though you are still weary of the creatures. "So what exactly are you doing here? I've never seen a dragon before..." The two dragons speak in perfect unison. "We're friends of Nina." Poppet nods back as she lets her brother continue. "This is the first time we've come over to her house, we don't have many human friends." Likewise Pippet stopped speaking and allowed his sister to speak. "And it looks like Nina may have left us a shrinkee present!" With this single sentance your interpretation of the dragons is shattered, you can only stare up in fear. "Present?!"
The two dragons nod happily, narrowing their eyes on you, and quickly advance on you. Pippet extends a claw and plucks you from the bed, your attempts to flee snuffed out by the sheets beneath you. Poppet smiles as she watches your struggle in his brother's claws. "Oh relax, we just want to play a game!" This would normally be calming, but the sight of the ground far below removes and chance of relaxation. "What... kinda game?" Given the situation it's difficult to speak but you finally manage. And with the the claw releases. Fear overtakes you as the ground grows larger within your eyes by the second, you can only brace for impact. Fortunatly Pippet's tail rises to catch you. Like a massive snake it wraps around your waist, you are completely at his mercy. Grinning at you he lifts his tail to give you a full view of his posterier. Between the scaly orbs of his butt you can make out a tiny pink hole. As you finally come to rest it opens wide. A burst of gas blows from the opening a moment later, drowning you in a massive dragon fart. In desperation you hold your breath, but finally give out. To your shock it smells strongly of... strawberrys?! The dragons giggle as you realize that it infact smells really good.
As you relax from your realization Pippet looks back at you. "You see, it's not so bad in there. Actually it all depends on our diet, you can get some really rank smells if we eat certain things. Oddily enough people produce different smells from one another; you can never tell what you'll get!" At this point Poppet spins around him to stare at you. "So were gonna play a game now! It's up to you which one we play." Pippet takes over at this point, still smiling at you. "The first game will have you spend the day up my butt, and then tomorrow up my sisters. Then you decide who has the better smelling diet; they're the winner." Once more Poppet interrupts her brother. "OR, you can pick one of us to eat you. Then the other has to guess what the resulting farts and poop will smell like!"
A sense of dread overcomes you, even the faint scent of strawberries does not help your nerves. "But if you eat me I'll die! At least I can survive the first game..." The dragons seem to consider your words for a few moments before Poppet hits her hands together. "Not really, if we swallow you we can shield you from digestion. It will still produce a bit of gas, and that's enough to tell." The thought of being swallowed by a dragon, even with protection, is far from pleasant. But then Pippet's game seems to be even worse; afterall it would require two full days inside the dragons.
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