"Come sister! It's right this way! I've never seen anything like it!"<br/><br/>Zinnedianne, wracked by curiosity, followed her sister frantically, sprinting to keep up with the younger drake. She was always faster, the little minx. Finally, her sister stopped, and Zinnedianna nearly ran over her.<br/><br/>"Careful sister, You almost flattened me!"<br/><br/>Her younger sister said, brushing herself off. Meanwhile, Zinnedianne, the silent protagonist so far, was entranced by the pool of thick, murky, purple slop that was bubbling as if alive beneath her.<br/><br/>"What is it?!"<br/><br/>She asked, sticking a finger in. However, she didn't notice her sister, who had taken her place behind her with an evil smirk.<br/><br/>"I don't know... Get a better look."<br/><br/>And with that, Zinnedianne was shoved headfirst into the muck, the purple chyme swallowing her into it's depths with only a small gurgle of escaping air.<br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>The surface loomed bright and clear to Zinnedianne, for the first time in what seemed like years. Kicking her powerful legs, she shot out of the murk in a shower of purple droplets, landing on a shore near the edge of the forest. She had emerged from a pond, but looking back the only thing she saw was murky water coated by scum... The muck she had been submerged in for so long was gone. Standing, she let her scales be caressed by the wind, feeling the way it gently cooled her arched back, her toned legs, her sensitive sheath... Wait... WHAT?! Looking down, she was filled with horror at the presence of a set of male equipment, her claws running over the sensitive equipment with care bordering on reverence... What had happened to her?! Overcome by shame, she rushed to the nearest town, desperate to find clothes to cover herself... And perhaps food to fill her rumbling belly.