Anon in RGRE Dragonlands

A short story that I forgot to post.

Includes genderbent dragons.

Synopsis: Anon appears in the Dragonlands and gets harassed by the locals.

Originally written: 2022

Finished: 2025 November.

 

Anon trudged in thick snow with many branches clutched in his arms. He wore a three piece suit and tie that did little to protect him from the cold air and fared poorly against the environment. He didn't know how he got to where he was, he just remembered going to sleep in his bed one day waking up here where it was the winter season somehow. He reasoned that either he was transported to the southern hemisphere or somehow drugged him into a coma for six months. Luckily for him, there was an active volcano that could provide lots of heat nearby. The ground and air became warm as Anon walked up the volcano. It was dangerous but he had no other options to ward off the cold. That wasn't a problem though; the real problem was the locals, humanoid dragons.

 

"Take that!" said a Red Dragon.

 

The Red Dragon kicked over Anon’s pitiful survival shelter. He had overheard the others call her Garble. The dragons came in many sizes, some huge and some small, but this one and her friends were just a bit shorter than Anon.

 

"Hey, Bitch, get away from that," yelled Anon.

 

Anon dropped his branches and picked up a fist sized rock. He threw it at the dragon, missing but close enough to make her flinch. He ran to stop her. She fled long before he got close but it was already too late for his pitiful shelter which was now just a burnt pile on the floor.

 

"Stay out of dragon lands, Idiot," said Garble.

 

Garble and her gang of dragons had been harassing Anon day and night. He was furious. Because of the damage, he wouldn't be able to rebuild his shelter that day. The air was warm though and Anon could sleep comfortably enough on the new branches he brought if it didn't rain.

 

Anon moved his camp further down the volcano, next to a lava flow in the snowy forest. The intense heat from the lava flow kept the area warm but not as warm as he would like in the night. He could get water from a river but had barely eaten for days, so he was extremely excited for the fat raccoon he had cooking on a spit.

 

"Well look what we have here. Someone built us a campfire." A teasing voice yelled out from behind Anon.

 

Even before Anon turned around, he felt rage bubbling up. He spun around and saw a thin purple dragon, Fume, setting fire to his shelter with her flame breath. The wood was wet and didn’t catch immediately but it was only a matter of seconds under the intense flames. Anon growled and jumped up to stop Fume. He ran up and to shove her back but she retreated with a shit eating grin. He patted out some of the small flames on his shelter.

 

"My my, what a delightful home cooked meal, don't mind if I do." said another voice, lower in pitch.

 

Anon saw the fat pudgy dragon, Clump, picking up his raccoon. He was beyond ticked off at this point and charged at her. She threw the raccoon on the stick over his head to another dragon before he could get her. He jumped for it but missed by a wide margin. Suddenly he was surrounded by the entire gang of six dragons, all playing keep-away with his raccoon. Their laughing and jeering penetrated deep in his amygdala. He was going insane and snapped by the third toss.

 

"What's the matter, minotaur boy, aren't you hungry?" Garble jeered, holding the raccoon.

 

Anon charged at Garble for the raccoon and she threw it over his head with a smirk on her face. She only realized that he wasn't going for the raccoon when his fist filled her vision. Anon delivered a bone jarring punch square in her face with his full body weight. Garble stumbled but recovered quickly to fight back. He channeled the spirit of his inner chimpanzee and went crazy, getting close to her face, biting, swinging like crazy, screeching, grabbing, and clawing at anything he could. She gave thundering punches that made him see spots but she still limited her attacks and hesitated, trying to disengage rather than fight. She thought he was a drake, afterall, how dangerous could he be?

 

Garble stumbled back from the assault and fell down. Immediately Anon was on top of her, trying to end her life. He yelled incoherently, slamming his fists down on her. She grabbed and clawed back at Anon's arms, cutting into the skin through the fabric.

 

"Get off her you crazy bastard." yelled a White Dragon.

 

The White Dragon, Fizzle, rammed into Anon like a truck, throwing him off. He skidded to a stop in the snow, painting red where he bled. He was dizzy but got up and charged again at her.

She was helping Garble up but blew a fireball at him.

 

"Get fucked you idiot," yelled Fizzle.

 

Anon saw the bright flames and braced, fear taking hold. They hit and burnt his clothes but left him untouched somehow. He looked down at himself and realized this, and charged again with a yell. Fizzle blew a constant flamethrower at Anon, blotting him out until his first flew out and blindly struck at her. He yelled as he struck out with his foot, toe first, into her dragon cunt with his hard shoes. She yelled out in pain and collapsed. Like a switch flipping, all the other dragons immediately dog piled Anon and held him down. He struggled but it was useless. One of his eyes was swelling up. He saw Garble standing above him through the blur.

 

Garble spit out some blood. "Fizzle you okay?"

 

Fizzle coughed and groaned. "Yeah just give me a sec."

 

"You guys just got the shit beat out of you," laughed a violet dragon, Backdraft.

 

Garbles' only response was to smack her on the shoulder.

 

"What are we going to do about him?" said a black dragon, Charcoal.

 

"How about we take his pretty shoes. We all know how much drakes love shoes," sneered Garble.

 

Anon struggled with renewed strength and kicked out as Garble tried to take his shoes with Charcoal’s help. In response, Clump shifted her body so he couldn't breath or move, and he lost his shoes and socks shortly after.

 

"Stop..." Anon protested weakly.

 

"Perv. Walking around and fighting like this. Seriously?" Garble said.

 

Once Fizzle had recovered, they all took off back to the volcano.

 

"Time to blow this joint. Smell ya later idiot," taunted Garble.

 

The rest of the dragons gave jeers as well before leaving. Anon tried to grab one of them as they got off him but couldn't. The crushing weight left him without any strength or breath. He clambered up and ran after them as fast as he could.

 

Anon was red in the face and raving mad. He was bare chested from the flames burning his shirt and coat to tatters, leaving only his pants left. The clinging, slippery, and cold snow made his feet numb as he chased after the flying dragons in the sky.

 

"Wow looks like we REALLY pissed him off," said Backdraft.

 

"Just give up idiot!" yelled Fume.

 

Anon's lungs burned as he ran up the mountain. Sharp stones underfoot pressed painfully into the soles of his feet but he continued on. Before he knew it, he was farther up the mountain than he had ever been before, and the higher he went, the hotter it got. He continued to chase the dragons until accidentally swiping his leg on an errant gem growth, cutting it deep. His leg failed and he crashed onto the ground, skinning his hands and knees. The new wounds stung and bled onto the hard ground. Looking down, he could see the white layer of fat in the cut. Anon was tired, bleeding, and in pain but what took his strength was despair. He curled up and began to sob. ‘I'm really going to die here.’ thought Anon to himself.

 

Anon’s feet throbbed with pain. He could feel something deeply wrong with them. How long has it been since he first arrived here? Would anyone find him? Could anyone find him? As far as he could tell, he wasn't on earth anymore because earth didn’t have dragons, so no one that he knew could save him. The blood was sticky on his arms and legs. Anon didn't know how long he laid there before a voice called out to him.

 

Garble spoke in a guarded tone. "Hey. Are you alright?"

 

Anon swallowed his sobs but his voice was still shaky. He didn't want to cry in front of her.

 

"I'm dying, so no I'm not alright." said Anon.

 

Anon tried to snap at her but it was too watery to be interpreted that way.

 

Garble sighed, clearly annoyed with the situation. "Do you... uh... need help."

 

"Why would you help me. You're the one who's killing me." said Anon.

 

"You could've just left at any time!" said Garble.

 

"I can't leave. I'll freeze to death before I starve. I don't even know where the Hell I am," Anon began to break down into uncontrollable sobs. "I just woke up here. I was in my bed and then I woke up here. I j-just-" Anon broke down into unintelligible crying.

 

"Whoa Whoa Whoa. Are you saying you were kidnapped?" blurted Garble blurted, eyes wide.

 

"I don't know," gasped Anon between sobs.

 

"Shit..." Garble rubbed her neck and fidgeted.

 

There was an uncomfortable minute where only Anon’s weeping filled the dead air.

 

"Hey, listen, we didn't know any of that alright? Usually we chase others away because they want to get at our gems, you know," said Garble.

 

Anon nodded and gave a weak mumble. Garble felt out of her depth trying to talk to Anon. How are you supposed to approach a trafficking victim?

 

"umm... How about we go fix you up, huh? Would you like that?" suggested Garble.

 

Anon nodded.

 

"I'm Garble by the way."

 

"Anon,"

 

Garble offered her claw and Anon slowly put his shaking hand in it. He tried to stand up but cried in pain when he put his foot down. Garble took a look at Anon’s foot and grimaced, sucking air through her teeth.

 

"Yeah, it's bad. I'll have to carry you," said Garble.

 

Anon moaned and wiped his cheek with a bloody hand.

 

"My shoes..." croaked Anon.

 

"Oh, so you actually needed those shoes. Because you're all soft and squishy down there?" asked Garble. She sounded guilty.

 

Anon nodded.

 

"And you need clothes because the rest of you is soft too?" said Garble.

 

"I'm not soft. I'm normal. But yeah that's one reason." said Anon.

 

Garble disagreed but nodded anyway, no need to stir the pot now.She gently scooped him up in a bridal carry and began flying up the volcano. She tactically didn't mention that he was heavier than he looks. Anon gripped Garble's neck with his bloody arms in fear when he felt the vertigo and saw how far off the ground he was. He opted to look up at her instead of the ground. Anon could see the damage he dealt in a split lip and large welts making her face puffy. Garble caught Anon’s eye and smirked.

 

"Admiring the view? You did a number but I'm still the best looking dragon out here. You hit pretty hard for a drake." joked Garble, turning her head to show off a particularly large welt.

 

Anon didn't like seeing the injuries on Garble’s proud face but the way she smiled made it seem natural. He had to admit to himself that he liked the way she looked, especially with the cute overbite she had.

 

"S-sorry for that," croaked Anon.

 

"I didn't mean it like that. It was a fight and I was asking for it. I'm just wondering if you think I look more henly like this." said Garble.

 

"Hen-ly?" asked Anon.

 

-----

 

"Hey Pa, I'm home and we have a guest!" yelled Garble.

 

Garble landed in front of a cave and started walking in. She had just finished describing henlyness, and Anon agreed that her new battle scars made her look very henly. Inside there was a large red and yellow dragon who turned to greet them. Whatever he was about to say died in his throat when he saw Garble and Anon.

 

"Oh My Scales, what happened to you. Were you out getting into fights again? And what happened to you, are you alright?" The Father asked Garble and Anon.

 

Anon stayed quiet and let Garble do the talking.

 

"It's kind of a long story but he and I got into a fight, yeah." said Garble.

 

Garble laid Anon onto a surprisingly comfortable stone slab. The second Anon left her grip, the Father's tail whipped her on the ass with a loud crack, and looked hard enough to take off skin if it was Anon’s ass cheek. She yelped out in pain.

 

"Why are you going out and assaulting helpless drakes, Garble?" yelled the Father.

 

"Dad, I already said it's a long story, and he's not helpless. Just look at what he did to me!" yelled Garble.

 

Garble ran and the Father chased after.

 

"It looks like you tried to kill him with all that blood. How do you explain that," yelled the Father.

 

*CRACK* The father caught Garble on the ass again.

 

"It's not my fault he's all soft like a pony!" yelled Garble.

 

*CRACK*

 

"Is that supposed to be an excuse?" said the Father.

 

"He started it!"

 

"Oh and I suppose you didn't do anything to provoke that,"

 

*CRACK*

 

"just gimme a second to explain! Anon will agree it's just a misunderstanding!"

 

*CRACK*

 

-----

 

The next few hours were eventful for Anon and Garble. Eventually her and her Father, who Anon learned was named Smokey, calmed down. They explained to Smokey what happened while they treated Anon’s injuries. Ultimately, they resolved to tell the police early the next day. Smokey insisted that Anon stay until he was fully recovered. Anon learned that Garble had a little brother, Smolder, when he was spotted spying on Anon from afar. Anon even got his shoes and socks back. It was night when Garble's mother, Gabble, arrived back at the cave and everyone gathered to eat dinner, including Anon.

 

They all sat around a large stone slab, rushing about to set the various dishes on the table.

 

"So Anon, do ya like gems?" boomed Gabble.

 

"No, that would break my teeth up. Just meat and vegetables for me," laughed Anon.

 

Despite the strangeness of talking to a gem eating dragon, Anon felt comfortable in the situation.

 

"Oh shit that reminds me." Garble said as he ran off into the cave.

 

"Language!" Smokey yelled after her.

 

Garble came back with a raccoon on a spit that Anon recognized.

 

"Hey, that's my raccoon," said Anon.

 

"Yeah, we finished cooking it too," said Garble.

 

Garble handed the raccoon to Anon who broke it up to share with everyone at the table.

 

"Anon, you say you caught and butchered this. Are you a trapper or something?" hummed Gabble.

 

"No, I've never caught anything other than fish before. I just knew a bit from watching Survivor-man." replied Anon.

 

"Survivor Man, Is that a minotaur thing, like a medicine Mino?"

 

"It was a TV show from a long time ago, but I guess you guys wouldn't know what that is either,"

 

They entered into a series of discussions about many things, with Gabble doing most of the talking because Anon was stuffing his face with everything he could reach.

 

-----

 

Anons injuries weren't serious, he just needed an opportunity to recover for a few days.

Only problem was his feet were still brutalized by the mad run and he would have to let them heal for some time before putting weight on them. Garble was saddled with the responsibility of helping him get around.

 

Through the warm updrafts of the volcano, Garble flew with Anon in her arms high over the crowds of colourful dragons. They had just visited the police to report what had happened to Anon and were now heading home. He had borrowed a sheet to wear like a toga because he couldn't find anything else to wear over his chest. It was cool and breezy, which felt great because of the warmth of the volcano environment even in winter

.

"Hey! Garble!" Someone called out.

 

Anon and Garble spotted some dragons making their way over. It was the rest of Garble's gang.

 

"Hey G, What's going on? We were supposed to play ultimate frisbee but you're flying him around," said Fume.

 

Anon offered a nervous wave to the new dragons. He was very high off the ground and didn't want to make an incident.

 

"Yeah, the situation is a bit complicated but Anon isn’t a thief or anything like that,” said Garble.

 

The other dragons gave Anon a wary look, especially Fizzle.

 

“Hey Anon, my wings are getting tired. Do you mind if I put you down for a sec?” said Garble.

 

“Sure, I’m not in any real hurry. I don’t have anything else to do,” said Anon.

 

Anon was nestled down in the cradling roots of a strange volcano tree while Garble went with her friends to have a quick chat. Her and her gang flew to a nearby bakery run out of a cave that they knew sold good snacks. They were all clamoring to hear what Garble was doing with Anon.

 

“Alright, Garble, give us the low down. What's up with you and that guy. You looking for a lay or something?” Clump asked, elbowing Garble.

 

Garble laughed. “Comon, me? You know I don’t got problems pulling tail. Besides, he's too squishy.”

 

The truth was Garble hadn’t considered Anon in that way at all, but now the thought stuck with her. Anon wasn’t bad looking at all, and she liked the way his soft butt felt in her claw when she carried him.

 

“Didn’t seem so squishy when he was beating your face into the dirt,” Charcoal shot back.

 

“Yeah whatever, he got me pretty good. Didn’t want to seriously hurt the guy you know? Besides, I'm not the only one who was got. Hey, Fizz, are you feeling alright?” said Garble.

 

“Yup, just a bit sore still. Fucken cheap shot especially with those shoes,” said Fizzle.

 

“Well if it makes you feel any better, I did a number on his arms; his feet got royally fucked up; and he needed like 15 stitches for a cut on his leg from, get this, he just grazed a crystal.” said Garble.

 

“Damn that is pretty squishy,” said Fizzle.

 

“Okay okay but what are you doing flying him around, Garble?” interjected Backdraft.

 

“Right. Basically we think he’s being trafficked or something. He said he doesn’t know where he is or how he got here, just woke up nearby. Doesn't make sense why a squishy drake would be out here in winter otherwise,” said Garble.

 

“Yeah, but he could just be saying that to make you lower your guard. You already said you did when you fought him so it worked,” said Backdraft.

 

Garble looked around for eavesdroppers before saying anything more, waving the gang closer so he could whisper. “I thought so too, but when we got back home and he started talking, it was all crazy shit. Said at his home they have what sounds like magic mirrors everywhere but no such thing as dragons or magic except in fairytales. And he believes in round earth conspiracy stuff, even going into solar systems, calendars, he thinks it's the twenty first century. Ponies, zebras, yaks are all just dumb wild animals and he went hard on this point saying he's seen them and they didn’t speak any words or do anything other than run around and eat grass. Asked him about minotaurs and he said they’re another fairy tale! Said that he’s not a minotaur but a ‘human’ which is like a sort of monkey-man.”

 

The other dragons were hanging on her every word.

 

“My mum and I think he was a part of a cult or slave operation or something. We just got done telling the police about it. Don't tell Anon though, as far as he knows he’s just been kidnapped. We don’t need him going crazy on us.” Garble said.

 

The other dragons collectively whoa’d.

 

“That kinda makes sense, I mean we haven’t seen any minotaurs that are like him right? What if he was in a cult trying to breed better sex slaves,” suggested Charcoal.

 

“CK keep your horny fantasies out of this.” said Clump.

 

“No, I’m serious. He’s really squishy, wears clothes all the time probably to protect his skin, keep it soft right? I felt his feet when I took his shoes and they were ridiculously soft. He’s almost hairless, completely exposing the skin. I’m betting he’s hypoallergenic too,” Charcoal rattled off.

 

“Oh my gosh, I can totally see that. Garble, ask him if he’s a virgin!” said Clump.

 

“This is serious, Clump,” said Garble.

 

-----

 

Garble returned with her gaggle of dragons, various exotic snacks in hand. “Hey Anon, you ever seen a donut before? I made sure to pick a couple without gems, you want some?”

 

Anon perked up at the mention of sweets. “Heck yeah, I love donuts, thanks.”

 

Garble handed Anon what looked like a Long John donut on a stick with a white glaze, the other dragons were already munching down on their own. Anon took a bite and found that the glaze was actually marshmallow.

 

“Why is it on a stick?” asked Anon.

 

“It’s called a spit, and we do that because check this out,” said Garble.

 

Garble took one for herself and began toasting the marshmallow glaze with her firebreath, holding onto the stick to keep her hands clean from the melting glaze.

 

“That’s really neat trick,” said Anon.

 

“Oh this? All dragons can do this. Nothing special really,” said Garble through a mouth full.

 

Anon shrugged. “Well it’s impressive if you can’t breathe fire.”

 

Garble nodded. “Yeah, I guess you're right. Just another reason why Dragons Rule, right girls?”

 

A chorus of cheers followed and Anon couldn’t help but laugh and be infected by the positive energy.

 

“It also tastes amazing, a lot of dragon snacks can be roasted like this,” said Garble.

 

Anon held his donut out to Garble. “Can you roast this Long John for me then?”

 

Garble was shocked and almost choked on her doughnut. “Excuse me?”

 

The other dragon's chatter cut out suddenly but Anon didn’t notice. They began mumbling in quieter tones and sneaking looks towards Garble, watching her next move.

 

“Can you roast my Long John please?” said Anon.

 

Garble began sweating. She had to clear her throat. “Long John huh, is that what you guys call it?”

 

“Yeah, I guess Long John is kinda a silly name, isn’t it?” said Anon.

 

There were two things that gave Garble pause. It was the name Anon kept calling the doughnut was an incredibly bawdy euphemism to the dragons; and toasting another dragon's food was normally only done for couples or family. The normal dragon name for the doughnut was a ‘white slug’.

 

“Are you sure? I’m going to get my... hot... breath... all over it?” said Garble.

 

“I’m not too picky,” said Anon.

 

“Alright then, no biggie...”

 

Backdraft sniggered behind Garbles back. A lowly mumbled “smooth move” could be heard.

 

Garble ignored the other dragons. She gently took Anon’s donut and began toasting it carefully, spinning it so that none of the glaze dripped off and it was evenly heated. Anon waited patiently until she handed the sticky dripping donut back to Anon.

 

“Ooo, it’s hot!” exclaimed Anon.

 

“Do you like it?” said Garble.

 

Anon hummed as he took a bite. “Yeah, it’s great,”

 

Garble sighed internally. The tension in the other dragons dissipated but she knew they would be talking about this nonstop once Anon was out of earshot.

 

-----

 

“Newsflash fresh from the Daily Scale Newspaper. Twilight Sparkle, student of Princess Celestia, has been charged by the Dragon International Crimes Commission (DICC) with interdimensional trafficking and illegal spying. Twilight denies allegations that she was spying on other dimensions and attempting to summon a coltfriend. When asked for comment on this, she said “You have no proof, it’s none of your business, and besides I have international immunity.” Princess Celestia and Princess Candace have declined to comment if this is related to the NMP initiative to find more males for Equestria.

 

 

END