You are almost at the lip of the ravine when one hind-foot suddenly slips gracelessly. You lose your grip on the wet stone, and you start falling backwards, one hind-foot clutching helplessly at its precarious toe-hold on a narrow ledge. To no avail, you try to throw the balance of your weight back against the ravine wall by thrusting your bat-like wings violently outwards, but it is no use. You are about to fall, once again, into the dark pit in which you have lain ill for so long, most likely to remain forever this time.
Your eyes catch a glimpse of the stars for just an instant. Somehow, instead of feeling afraid, it flashes through your mind how beautiful the stars are. In this clean place, untainted by the greed of the naked ape, you can see the great disc of the galaxy swirling overhead, looking like a milky trail cutting through the sky like a river. You feel excited at all of the stars that you can see, and you feel, in that instant, as if you have spent hours gazing in quiet tranquility at the sky. You realize that, if your life ends now--given the night that you have had and this--everything was really alright in the end. As the image falls slowly away, your body goes limp, and everything begins to speed up once more.
In that instant, a blue hindpaw lashes out at your wrist like a viper, and it clutches itself around the wrist of your forepaw. {{DON'T LET GO!!}} Dizzy shouts into your mind.
You freeze as solid as a crystal, your blood running through you like ice and your heart hammering in your chest like a jackhammer. Carefully, you bring your other hindpaw forward again toward the ledge, and--using your wings and your tail for balance--you reach out blindly with your free forepaw, trying your best to cooperate with Dizzy as he attempts to pull you back from taking another tumble into the pit. It's a hard struggle, though. It's a terrible struggle, taxing every muscle in your body. Every muscle in your frail and still-damaged body screams with strain.
Dizzy-tail continues to goad you to hold on, hurling abuse and pleas at you to keep up the fight for a little while longer, saying you're almost there. If not for his miserable desperation to save you, you know you might not have it in you to keep trying. You've lost everything. Your family, if they saw the monster you had become, would run screaming into the night, and even if they understood it was you, they would spurn you for what you have done. If you live, you are destined to confront a new life in an unfamiliar body you barely know how to control, and you have no illusion that you have an easy path ahead of you. Dizzy-tail's will to save you keeps your forepaw stretched out stiffly, and finally, you grab again onto that narrow, treacherous toe-hold on the sheer face of the ravine, slowly trusting your weight to it again.
{{This was so stupid}} Dizzy-tail cries into your mind, and you realize he is sobbing above you. That's one normal thing that dragons do, at least, although his voice is somewhere between the rumbling of an earthquake and a didgeridoo. {{I didn't start thinking about how you can't yet control a fall with your wings until we were halfway up, and it's too dark down there to be safe even for me}} he says hysterically. {{We should have turned back down there. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so stupid!}}
You shake your head. {{It's too late to go back now}} you remind him, {{and this is the last steep part, right here. I can see even looking from down here. If we get up onto this next ledge right above us, we can follow it the rest of the way to where we're on nearly level ground}}.
{{Okay}} he says weakly. {{Just be careful, my Amber-fields, a lot more careful than down there. It's slick up here. Reach up carefully, and see if you can get your forepaw hooked into that tree-root just above you}}.
You do so, and you finally find the first secure hold you have had for the past while. {{Got it}} you reply.
You finally heft yourself up onto the ledge, and as you lie panting breathlessly on the ledge, Dizzy-tail covers you in kisses. Even though you're sitting on such a precarious perch over a sheer fall to a quick death, you find yourself getting hard again as the cute kyanite-blue dragon showers you with affection. {{Easy, now}} you scold him. {{Let's get to the top first}}.
He nods, and you carefully pick your way along the ledge up to the last steeply sloped rise, both of you nearly slipping on the relatively loose topsoil as a shower of earth rains down on you in a choking cloud and tumbles silently into the ravine, and with a mighty effort--digging out footholds in the earth as you go--you claw your way to the top, now completely filthy with topsoil caked up on both your hides.
Dizzy giggles. {{We're so dirty!}} he says gleefully.
With a chuckle, you roll a little bit in the topsoil, covering yourself in the stuff. {{Well, I could get used to it}} you say.
In spite of the dirt, he seals his jaws around yours for a deep, long kiss, and you feel his tail coiling itself around yours insistently as he decides to make good on that last hard you got on the ledge. {{Fuck me again}} he commands you with his usual bluntness.
Dragons are apparently almost amazingly virile. You and he had already fucked at least twenty times over the course of the night, going for eight solid hours from the time that the bottom of the ravine had begun to become a pitch-black pit in the ground. You fuck him again, drilling him deep. It's been a demanding night, but you manage to shoot one more hot load of dragon-spunk into him. {{Okay}} you advise him afterward, panting, {{I'm done. I'm give out. No more}}.
He whines about that for a while, and he makes so many pitiful, pleading sounds, obviously still quite in need, and you finally shove him over onto his side with a head-butt and satisfy him with your muzzle. This ends up working out well for both of you, since having his hot, hard dick down your throat is a more romantically pleasing thing for you than sexual and therefore requiring relatively little investment of sexual energy. You end up snarfing down more than couple of loads before he finally pushes your head away. You both lie there for a while, looking at each other lovingly while catching your breath for a while.
As the stars begin to pale in the twilight, you and he immerse yourselves in a long, slow kiss, your tail-tips intertwining. The sun finally peeks over the horizon, and it smiles radiantly down on the spirits of earth and wind, intertwined in bliss, as a new day begins.
From a half-mile away, a third set of eyes watches the scene.