In an average American city, there was an average American diner. Within that dinner, a rather boisterous group of teenagers were out on the town having some fun and having an impromptu celebration after the successful completion of another day of finals. Three of them were cheering and chanting, the fourth only looked on with a somewhat amused expression, while the fifth was the center of attention: Isabella the dragox. She looked mostly like a vixen with thick and glossy black fur across most of her body, with similar glossy but slightly lighter gray fur forming a patch starting on her neck and continuing down across her torso. Her draconic heritage was evident in the great leathery wings sprouting from her back, the short somewhat blunt horns that were nearly hidden in the thick black curls of her hair, the small patches of scales almost hidden beneath her fur—the most visible being around her eyes which had the reptilian slit as well, and the fact that her tail wasn’t the usual bushy fox tail, but was long and serpentine instead.
Clad in a t-shirt from a concert she went to earlier in the year and a pair of jeans, her tail swished behind her slowly as she chugged down a pitcher of cola, with two empty but otherwise identical containers that were discarded on the table before her, all because of a friendly bet. As she finished draining all of the soda, she thumped the pitcher on the table and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. The noise level started to ramp up from the other four, but Isabella held up a finger for a moment before letting loose with a massive belch that shook the windows and rattled plates through the restaurant. A few seconds of silence reigned after the thunderous blast, before a whoop and a cheer went up from those around the table, and various irate and aggravated grimaces were cast their way from the other people in the dinner. The dragox took it in stride, giving a cocky grin and bowing her head theatrically.
Looking back up at her friends, “All right, pay up. You guys should know to never bet against a dragon in something like that, even a half-dragon,” she said with a laugh.
Various grumbles of agreement went around the table as money was pulled out and stack up before Isabella. It was likely that everyone knew that she could do it, but couldn’t pass up a chance to see it in any case. Once the money had been collected, she split it with Zayna, the only one who had bet with Isabella, and the one who was only amused by the event. Despite her predilection for dark colored clothes, the grey furred and blue haired bovine was quite upbeat and outgoing. She was wearing one of her typical outfits consisting of a tight low cut dark purple dress that barely fell on the right side of the school’s dress code, thigh high black boots, and black arm sleeves. The sleeves were something that she almost always wore, no matter what else she was wearing. Zayna gave a slight smile as she thanked first Isabella then the other three.
Michael – a tall and wiry falcon – scoffed as he turned his attention back to his burger and fries. He tugged at the jersey of his favorite international soccer team before turning to talk to the other male at the table: Scott a dark haired human. Scott was somewhat short and burly, and had lettered in football both his junior and senior years. Lastly, Megan slowly picked at her salad, the studious and usually shy panda looking quite surprised at how much she had gotten into the fervor of what had happened. She clutched at the collar of her long sleeved shirt, a nervous gesture that she sometimes made, especially when she realized how loud she might have been.
After everyone had finished eating, it was decided that things should keep moving. Michael, Scott, and Megan headed for the door to wait outside, while Zayna waited behind for Isabella. The dragox was a bit shocked at all that she had eaten: two large burgers and fries, in addition to the three pitchers of soda. Everything packed away within her stomach, causing it to bloat out and push the hem of her shirt up, revealing a band of furred flesh above her pants.
The young bovine tsked lightly before she spoke, “Izzy, you know you didn’t have to do all that, right?”
“Yeah, I know, but it was fun,” Isabella said with a wide grin, before taking on a more serious tone, “Besides, how often are all of us going to be able to get together like this after this summer?”
Zayna sighed and nodded, before helping Isabella up. As they did so, the dragox’s hand strayed a bit, accidently brushing against Zayna’s round rump. The cow stiffened as she felt it, before responding with…
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