Humans and Dragons -Trade-

It began as just another day in the United Kingdom.  The sky was partly cloudy, but no rain seemed to be coming.  The time of day was roughly 1 P.M.

Stephen, or ~Lolocator as he was known to his online friends, was afflicted with a severe case of writer's block.  He wanted to write something, but had absolutely zero ideas, so he was left staring hopelessly at his computer screen.

"Maybe I could... no, no, that wouldn't really work.  Ugh, Sonic makes this look so easy."

"Sonic", or *sonicinterface, was one of Stephen's aforementioned online friends.  He lived towards the eastern coast of the United States, which meant it was about 8 A.M. for him (actually 9 A.M. due to Daylight Savings time).  The two of them shared a lot, including Asperger's Syndrome.

CLICK.  Stephen glanced up at the sound of the television downstairs turning on.  Strange, as nobody else was supposed to be in the house at the time.

His curiosity and boredom taking over, Stephen got up and crept down the stairs before making his way into the room where the "telly" was.  The TV was on but displaying nothing but static, and nobody else was in the room.

I think I saw a horror movie like this once.

Stephen crept closer to the TV and peered at the static-filled screen... just as a pale hand with dark claws reached out of it.

"AAAAAGH!" Stephen screamed, stumbling back and knocking over a lamp.

The body the hand belonged to began to climb out of the television screen.  It looked like a light gray anthro dragon with brown eyes, his chest, wing membranes, claws, and horns a darker gray.  The dragon settled on the floor just as a second dragon peered out of the TV, identical but with the grays swapped.

Stephen was paralyzed with fear, as there are not many other emotions appropriate in response to a pair of dragons climbing out of one's television screen.  "D-D-D-Don't eat me!" he stammered.

The first dragon laughed slightly and shook his head.

"Eat you?  Why would we want to eat you?  We don't know where you've been, and besides we don't have any ketchup!"

This lighthearted remark caught Stephen off guard, and in the confusion he inexplicably calmed down.  As he looked at the two dragons, he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd seen them somewhere before.

"Who... are... you?"

"They call me White.  Actually, the names they call me are a lot less nice, but my name's White.  Behind me is my brother, Black."

Stephen's heart was still stuck in allegro, but he was beginning to calm down a little.

"Uh... it's, uh... nice to meet you.  What are you doing here?"

"Oh, we just thought we'd come here and have a little fun.  Don't worry, we won't break anything... at least, not anything physical."

The second dragon-- Black, the other one said his name was?-- stepped forwards.  "I love your accent.  Is it British?"

Stephen blinked.  "Well, yes.  We are in the United Kingdom after all."

"Say 'Tea, Earl gray, hot'!"

"Well, okay.  Tea, Earl gray, hot."

It didn't occur to Stephen that White had slipped out of sight around that time.

"Now say 'Elementary, my dear Watson!'" Black continued.

Stephen cleared his throat and repeated the quote: "Elementary, my dear Watson!"

Black applauded.  "Fantastic!  Now say 'You have defaced Hogwarts for the last time, Lord Voldemort!'  And say it with passion!"

Once again Stephen echoed the line, making it as passionate as he could.  Black cheered and applauded again.

"I love it!  I love it!  Okay, last one.  Say 'I'm about to be hammered flat by a dragon standing behind me with a huge mallet.'"

"I'm... about to... what?"

WHAM!  A huge force struck Stephen from above and behind, and he felt his body compress into itself in an impossible way.  The next thing he knew, he was staring at the ceiling from a distance that made him feel incredibly short, and he couldn't move anything outside of his face.  Also, he felt very strange.

The two dragons laughed and high-fived one another, after which Black picked Stephen up off the ground and held him up to a nearby mirror (shut up, doesn't everyone have mirrors in their TV rooms?).  What Stephen saw made his eyes widen.

He'd been flattened into a firm disk, just like a cartoon character.  His face was in the center of the disk, and he could recognize the color of his shirt further out, but nothing else was distinguishable.  He guessed he was about two-fifths of a meter in diameter, and a centimeter thick.

"Black and White strike again!" one of the dragons exclaimed.  "C'mon, let's go outside and play some Frisbee!"

The more Stephen thought about his current physical state, the more he liked it.  Since before he'd joined DeviantART, he'd wondered what it would be like to be flattened, and now he knew.  It felt so wonderful to him, he was even getting-- well-- I can't talk about that in a story with no mature content filter, and I'm not adding it for that alone.

The two dragons had only tossed their new disk back and forth two or three times before they noticed Stephen's bliss.  White, being the one holding him at the time, turned him to make eye contact.

"Er... are you okay?"

Stephen laughed.  "Never better!  It feels really nice being like this."

Black stepped in and stood beside his brother.  "You aren't... humiliated?"

"Nope, not in the slightest.  I don't care about my dignity right now.  Go on, play with me some more."

The two dragons glanced at each other.  One of them muttered something about "mentally ill".

"...Guys?"

White let out a frustrated sigh and tossed the Stephen-disk on the ground.  "C'mon," he told Black.  "Let's go find someone we can actually humiliate.  That guy was no fun."

Stephen's eyes widened.  "Guys?  Black?  White?  If you don't want to play Frisbee, maybe you could use me as a kite?  Or a ball?  Could you at least put me back to normal before you go?  GUYS?"

It was no use.  Black and White were gone.  Stephen let out a sigh and tried to relax, enjoying his new form.  (His body would pop back to its normal shape in a few minutes.)