You sigh and look solemnly up at the stars, glad for a while to have something, in this dark world, that is pure. You appreciate how the lack of city lights or pollution makes every single little, white dot pop out. You forget for a while about your body's many aches from its travails, and for a while, you are...not so much happy as just oblivious, sort of in a zen neutral state.
As you have just sat absentmindedly, though, the other two dragons have talked quietly among themselves, and out of the corner of your eye, you see Blunt-snout lying on his side, his belly facing you, and little Dizzy-tail lying in the opposing direction, the two dragons forming a sort of yin-yang shape like koi carp swimming around each other in a pond, kyanite and amethyst shining gently in the starlight under the new moon.
But what is...why is Blunt-snout's hind-leg lifting up? What is Diz...oh, shit! Is Dizzy-tail...? DAMN HIM! Your body is in motion before you can think.
{{You bitch!}} you wail as your fists lash into him with punches and the occasional swipe. You realize you're not putting all your heart into the swipes, though, because your claws turn back upon contact and leave shallow lacerations on your lover instead of gouging into him. Still, you are putting plenty of force into your punches as you cry out in disheartened betrayal, a horrible metallic taste welling up in your throat. In this moment, you are not just a green-eyed monster. You are a green monster, choosing to hurt rather than kill, swipe rather than gouge, and above all, pour out as much of your capacity for loathing as you can without the risk of taking away your outlet for that loathing, wanting to carry on the punishment for eternity. That's why you don't kill him, you think, so he can suffer, so he can suffer a lot for making you love him, suffer for making you believe he was the most pure and wonderful thing in the world, suffer for being so good, suffer for being so sweet, suffer for being pure and good and noble and so smart and for being there for you and for always having your back, no matter what, and always saving you when you were in trouble. You realize you are sobbing.
And you realize you are being held down as your forepaws weakly strike at empty air. Dizzy-tail is not there. He was there before, but now, there is just air, and as your body is wracked with sobs, you are just swiping at empty air as Blunt-snout holds you down under his own huge forepaw. Was Dizzy-tail ever there under those swipes? Or did Blunt-snout immobilize you before you got to him?
{{What happened to him, Blunt-snout?}} Dizzy-tail asks, sounding scared.
{{A misunderstanding by a young idiot,}} Blunt-snout sends back to him. The big, purple dragon continues to hold you until you tire, collapsing into a heap of misery.
So much horror has filled every hour since you have been transformed into this ugly monster you have become. You don't accept this body. You don't accept that you are a monster. You don't accept. You don't accept. You don't accept. You can't accept. It's too much. You don't want to be a monster. You start feeling sick...and dehydrated. {{You took him away}} you send to Blunt-snout sullenly.
Blunt-snout shakes his head at you, and, letting you up, paces away from you in disgust.
Your kyanite-blue lover walks up to you delicately, the beautiful dragon's body radiantly masculine in the pure, clean starlight yet somehow being impossibly, heartbreakingly sweet. {{What do you mean?}} he asks, perplexed. {{I am right here, my Amber-fields.}}
{{But I thought you loved me,}} you reply. {{I thought I was special to you, Dizzy-tail.}} You shake your head, heaving a dragon-size sniffle. {{I've just been a fool. I misunderstood. I misunderstood everything, and I thought it meant something it didn't. It's my fault. You are too beautiful a person to do anything wrong. I won't believe you ever meant to hurt me. I had no right to assume I ever deserved you.}}
Dizzy-tail just looks confused and unhappy, and you hate for someone so perfect and good as he to see you like this, so broken. {{But Amber-fields, I love you more than anything,}} he says with soft sincerity.
You sigh frustratedly. {{Then what were you doing with Blunt-snout??}} you demand. {{Did he...manipulate you, somehow? Did he force himself on you?}}
Blunt-snout retorts, {{I did NO such thing, WHELP!}} stepping up to you with his nostrils flaring.
Your lover steps between you and the purple one, and he explains, {{While you were staring up at the sky, Amber, Blunt and I were talking and starting to become friends, and he started talking to me about the sorts of things he used to do with other drakes. He was going to let me practice on him, so I could be better for you.}}
You frown deeply at this, completely disgusted and outraged. After a moment's reflection, you decide...