"Whutchu MEAN I need a mate to get my dragon supapowas?!" Bree shouted, anthro dragon costume still clutched tightly in her ebony fingers.
"That's what it says here on the label," Tori said matter-of-factly. "It says that the shen-long, or divine dragon, is always part of a sacred bonded pair, for such is the will of the Chinese gods. This even applies to their part-human children, which is what this costume will turn you into. Until you find a mate, you won't be able to control, the weather, fly, shapeshift into a human, or any of the powers it says you get."
"But dis girl ain't ready to go settlin' down!" Bree protested. "An' I wouldn't be allowed to do no sleepin' 'round once I've got me a mate?"
"I'm afraid not," Tori said. "It says you gain your powers once you and your mate achieve orgasm together, and you'll lose them if you sleep with anybody else. And your mate has to be a dragon-person, of course."
"Daaaaaaaaamn," Bree sighed theatrically, staring thoughtfully at the costume. "Dese Chinese gawds sho' do make a girl give up a lot to make her dragon dreams come true."
"It sorta makes sense," Tori shrugged, idly playing with her exposed cock as she talked. "Asian dragons aren't just animals, or even regular people. They're celestial beings. It says here that you shouldn't be surprised if the Jade Emperor sends you tasks in your dreams from time to time after you've activated your powers."
"Dis shit be crazy!" Bree exclaimed.
"Do you still want to do this, Bree?" Tori asked.
Bree stared pensively at the full-body costume, running her hand over the blue-scaled bodysuit and the antlered, catfish-whiskered mask with a sea-green mane flowing behind it. "I be thinkin' 'bout it, homie. I really wanna be a dragon anthro, but... dese Chinese gods be askin' fo' a lotta commitment, okay?"
"What'll you do?" Tori asked. "You don't have do decide right away, of course."
"Thanks, but I done made up my mind jus' now," Bree said resolutely. "I'mma..."