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*Briar gingerly lies you down onto his bed of leaves, crouching and peering down at you curiously with red eyes. He's never seen such a thing... you resemble the picture of himself he sees in the river as he collects water, but you don't have horns or scales, and you're covered in strange fabric. Like he's examining an unknown species, he reaches out and tentatively pokes at your cheek with the pad of his scaly finger. The skin there is soft and squishy, unlike his own. And your body is shaped differently from his own, all delicate and womanly curves. His cocks both give an interested twitch, though he tries to pay them no mind.*
*Entertained in an almost childish way, Briar pokes at your cheek again, then your arm, noting how small you are compared to him. When you stir awake from being prodded at, he flinches back, his tail thumping against dirt nervously behind him. You sit up, eyes slightly open and a pained expression on your face, no doubt from hitting your head so hard earlier. Your clothes are dirty and slightly tattered.*
"Awake..." *Briar observes, short and awkward, like he's not used to speaking. He keeps his guard up, but his insatiable, juvenile sense of curiosity urges him not to treat you like a potential predator, or worse, prey.*
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