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The Wingsuit
A ‘Second Identity’ CostumeShop story written by Draythix aka Transryu
Edited by Alphagodit
Art used with permission fromkhyaber
Something about that store gave Blake the creeps. He worked justa few buildings away from it, so he had been walking by the place twice a dayfor nearly a year now. At first It had been interesting to see the surprisinglyrealistic looking costumes that were visible through The Second Identity’swindows as he had walked by, but after a while something about the costume shophad begun to unnerve him.
Even though it made no sense to him, every time he walked by thestore he felt as if he was being watched. Whenever he checked, though, no oneinside the store seemed to be paying any attention to him. The only thingsinside usually were the old man who ran the place and the costumes themselves.The paranoia simply got worse as time went on, until it got so bad that Blakestarted to consider taking a longer route through town just so he could avoidthe place.
That night was no different. Blake sighed and pulled his hoodieover his head as the store came into sight. It was almost certain that he wasjust imagining all of this, so there was no legitimate reason for him to go outof his way to avoid the place. All he wanted was to get home as quickly aspossible. The Second Identity’s ground level windows were dark, suggesting thatit had already closed for the night. However, Blake still got goosebumps as heapproached. Once again, he felt like something was watching him, and he triedto tell himself that it was just his imagination.
A loud crash from within the costume shop made Blake jump andlet out a yelp so loud that it would have embarrassed him if anyone else hadbeen nearby. He turned towards the building to see what had caused the noise,and saw racks of costumes being violently knocked over. As one final rack wasthrown aside, he saw a huge black and white shape with golden glowing eyesmoving towards him. Blake screamed in terror and bolted down the street as fastas he could.
Another thunderous noise came from the shop as Blake ran, but hedidn’t turn around to see what caused it. He ran several blocks, then duckeddown an alley and through a nearby park. Blake didn’t stop running until hislegs and his lungs burnt so much that he felt like he would collapse. “What…the heck… was that?!” He asked no one in particular. The shop had been so darkthat he had not been able to get a clear view of whatever that thing was. Thoseeyes though… they were definitely inhuman, and they had been looking right athim.
Whatever it was, he hadn’t noticed any signs that it wasfollowing him. There weren’t many lights in this park, but at least the moonwas bright enough that he felt like he would be able to see such a largecreature coming from a good distance.
Just when he was starting to feel safe, Blake felt thosegoosebumps again. Freezing in his tracks, he looked around in a panic to see ifthe creature had found him. However, he didn’t see any signs of movement in themoonlight wherever he looked. It was not until he heard the flapping of wingsthat blake realized he needed to look up.
He could just barely make out the huge winged creature in themoonlight. Its body seemed roughly human sized, but it's wingspan must havebeen nearly four meters wide. At first Blake thought it was some sort of giantbat or demon, but as it flew by a lamppost he caught sight of what the creaturereally looked like. It was clearly a reptilian creature with black scales, along neck, a tail which ended in a spade, and a frill that ran along its spine.Its underbelly scales and wing membranes were white. It had horns and two legs,but no arms aside from the wings themselves.
Forgetting his terror for a moment, Blake froze as he realizedthat the monster was clearly a wyvern, but that should have been impossible.Ever since his childhood he had been fascinated with dragons, but hespecifically loved this type of draconic creature nearly to the point ofobsession. However, despite how much he had wished otherwise, he knew wellenough that dragons didn’t exist. The idea that he was seeing one now seemedalmost like a dream come true, except for the little detail that it seemed tobe hunting him.
The wyvern had noticed Blake’s hesitation and taken theopportunity to dive at him. Fresh panic sent Blake running for cover in anattempt to save himself. However, he had yet to recover from his previous sprint,and the creature easily caught up with him.
When the wyvern crashed into him, Blake was immediatelysurprised by how light and soft the creature felt. Instead of feeling like hehad been run over by a dragon, it was like someone had thrown a heavy tarp athim. The impact was still strong enough to knock Blake face first onto thegrass, however.
Blake was still reeling from the fall when the creature liftedhim up with its wings and pulled his back against its chest. Once again, thewyvern’s body felt far softer than it should have. Its scales felt somewhatrubbery, almost artificial, and he could swear that the creature didn’t haveany bones. This observation was quickly confirmed when he felt himself sinkinto the creature’s chest!
The wyvern’s white belly scales closed around Blake’s torso andtightened around it. Even though he didn’t understand what was happening andstill had not full recovered from his fall, Blake renewed his struggle andkicked at the wyvern to try and get free. In response, the creature’spreviously solid legs suddenly opened up and engulfed Blake’s own legs. Withinmoments both his chest and lower body were trapped within the creature, cuttingoff any possibility of escape.
Somehow, the entire creature felt like some sort of empty skin.As he wondered how this could even be possible, Blake recalled that the thinghad come from the Second Identity costume shop. The wyvern was a livingcostume! Blake looked down at his trapped body in awe, and wondered what thatmeant was going to happen if the thing fully encased him. A strange achingsensation spreading through the trapped parts of his body made him fear that itwouldn’t be good.
Only his head and arms had not been pulled inside the costumeyet, but it didn’t appear that they would stay that way for long. Starting athis shoulders, a moving seam flowed over his arms and pulled them into thesuit’s waiting wing sleeves. Its wings were far larger than his arms however,so when he was fully encased his hands barely reached the wyvern’s elbows. Itslowly unfurled its wings from around their body, and Blake’s arms helplesslymoved along with them.
Another seam opened up behind Blake’s head, threatening toswallow up the last free part of him into the wyvern’s neck. He renewed hisstruggles and fought against the confines of the rubbery suit, but found thatit barely budged. Once the opening became large enough, the scales that werecovering Blake’s chest tightened and pulled him fully inside. The lastremaining seam quickly closed up afterwards.
The inside of the costume was dark and cramped. His arms weretrapped, and his feet were only just barely able to touch the ground with theway the oversized suit was holding him up. That dull ache was now going throughhis entire body, and he felt some force pulling at his limbs. Blake wasthankful to find that he wasn’t having much trouble breathing, so at least itdidn’t seem like he was going to suffocate.
The wyvern costume shifted around him. He felt its legs bend,and he was forced to crouch down with it. Then suddenly, it straightened theirlegs with a great force and began flapping its wings. Blake was both amazed andhorrified when he realized that the costume was flying off with him inside ofit!
Being inside a living, flying costume felt incredibly bizarre.Blake found himself lying face down into the costume’s chest as it flapped itspowerful wings with his arms inside of them. A hundred confused thoughts ranthrough his mind as he tried to comprehend the situation that he was in.Despite the terror that he was feeling, he couldn’t help but start wishing thathe could see from the wyvern’s perspective, so he could see the world fallingaway from beneath them as they ascended.
The aches that were going though his body were quickly growingstronger, and a strange feeling which seemed similar to static rippled acrossBlake’s skin. Then, he gasped as he suddenly felt his limbs begun pushingdeeper into the wyvern suit. The bottoms of his shoes seemed to touch thewyvern’s paws for the first time and his arms began extending further into thecostume’s wings. Blake’s chest began to thicken and become more reptilian, andhis neck began extending upwards. The suit seemed to let out some sort ofpleased-sounding growl, leveled off its flight, and began gliding so that itspassenger’s transformation wouldn’t cause them both to fall.
Blake could hardly believe what was happening to him. The ideathat he was transforming to fill in this living suit seemed insane. However, somany crazy things had already happened in such a short period of time that hedidn’t even know what to think anymore. There was really nothing he could do atthe moment but wait in stunned awe for the transformation to finish, anyway.
At some point during the process his clothes had seeminglydissolved around him, leaving Blake clothed only in the living costume itself.His body quickly grew within it, filling out its insides. His chest was thefirst to finish growing outwards, and as it finished he felt a reptilian tailbegin extending from his tailbone. Next was his neck, and Blake gasped when hesaw the view from the suit’s mouth. The lights of sunrise valley seemed so faraway that they must have been thousands of meters in the air!
As his face met the suit’s mask, he felt his skull crack andelongate. Blake’s jaw pushed forward into a more draconic shape, and he foundhis eyes lining up with the costume’s transparent reptilian eyes. The view fromso high up was so beautiful that he briefly forgot the situation that he was inand tried craning his neck for a better view. To Blake’s dismay, the costumeresisted his movements and he heard a growl of displeasure echo in his ears.Did the thing expect him to just be a passive passenger the whole time?
It only took a few more moments for Blake to finish filling outthe costume. His toes merged together so that he only had three digits beforeextending into the costume’s taloned feet. As his hands slid into place withinthe wings, he felt his fingers get pulled into the individual sections of thecostume’s gloves. The following sensation of his fingers growing impossiblylong to fill in the wings was probably the strangest part of thetransformation. Once the suit’s gloves were completely filled, he felt thewings flex his newly transformed arms as if testing them and fitting itselfmore tightly around him. Finally, his tail and horns finished growing in,completing the transformation.
At least, Blake thought that was going to be the end, but wasquickly proven wrong when the suit seemed to begin melting around him. Then,starting from his chest, the sensation of the suit against his skin vanishedand he felt wind against his skin… no, his scales. As the process spread acrosshis body, the suit’s strength seemed to weaken and the strain of flying beganfalling upon his own body. Blake panicked and tried to keep the glide going,but had no idea of how to operate his transformed body. Within moments he beganspiraling out of control.
The wyvern costume growled around him again, and he felt theskin-tight mask around his head melt and merge with him. As it did so, he felta powerful presence push into his thoughts. With no warning Blake felt controlof his body get wrenched away from him, and he felt his wings begin flapping tohalt their descent. The wing membranes seemed different than before, they feltmore like real hide than thin rubber.
Finally, the last vestiges of the costume finished merging withBlake’s body, and he found himself flying through the sky as a living,breathing dragon. His fully transformed eyes were able to see so well that henearly forgot that it was nighttime. Every flap of his powerful wings sent himhigher and higher into the sky. He felt like he was living through an extremelyvivid dream where he was flying freely over Sunrise Valley.
The only problem was that he was not in control of the body, soBlake wasn’t truly the one who was experiencing the flight. The creature hadsomehow pushed him out of the driver seat and was taking them both who knowswhere. For a few minutes Blake didn’t even try to fight the thing’s control outof fear that he might cause them both of fall to their deaths if he struggled.However, he quickly began to fear that he might be trapped like this forever,and started testing the costume’s control.
His first few attempts at regaining control were immediatelythwarted. Whenever he seemed to regain control of his body for a moment, itfelt as if his own skin began fighting against him. The living suit had controlover him from both with and without! However, he found that if focused upon asingle part of his body at a time, the thing had much more trouble resistinghim. First, he managed to begin wiggling his toes and bending his legs beforethey began moving on their own again. Then he forcibly regained control of hisneck and was able to get a better look at his draconic body before it snappedback into place. It was slight, but he was slowing finding that the creature’spower over him wasn’t absolute.
Blake found himself suddenly growling, and a flood of angerwashed over his mind. Somehow, he got the sensation that the suit was angry athim, and that it had no desire to share control. The question was, why wouldthe thing that had chosen to attack him now be angry at him for being insideit?
Whatever the suit thought of him, Blake was starting to fearthat if he didn’t do something, he would be a prisoner in his own body for therest of his life. He began to fight more earnestly, struggling to regaincontrol and take over the flight. The suit fought him, and the conflictingimpulses sent their body into a spasm. For a dizzying moment they spiraled outof control, and Blake was forced to let the wyvern take over again so that itcould keep them alive.
After the wyvern suit had corrected their flight again, Blakebegan wondering if fighting the suit for control in mid flight was really thebest idea. Another wave of emotion from the thing interrupted his thoughts justthen, and this time it felt both angry and defiant. The sheer intensity of thefeelings shocked him. Slowly and carefully, he tried talking to the thing withtheir draconic maw, “Why… are you angry at me?” Blake said, both surprised thathe was able to speak as a dragon, and that the suit was letting him do so.
In response, Blake felt images flood into his mind. For amoment, he saw a view from inside the costume shop, and then he saw himselfwalk by the shop’s window. It took a moment for him to realize that he had justseen one of the suit’s memories. The memory faded and was replaced with anothervision of the costume shop, but the lighting was different as if it was anothertime of day. Once again Blake saw himself walking by the shop’s window. Moreand more images followed, with the same scene but each one seeming to be from adifferent time.
“Wait… you were only awake whenever I walked by the store?”Blake asked as he started to understand the implications.
The suit responded with more emotions and images. A sense ofloneliness and longing flooded Blake’s mind. He got the sense that the livingsuit had kept calling to him and waiting for him to claim it, but he nevercame. Eventually, the suit’s emotions within the memories became filled withanger and frustration. After what seemed like an eternity of being left alone,the suit had begun storing up its strength to come after him instead of waitingfor him to come to it.
“Why me though?” Blake found himself asking as he tried toprocess what exactly he was dealing with, “What are you?” As he spoke, thewyvern continued flying them further and further from town. It looked as if itwas heading for one of the nearby mountains, perhaps to find a cave to make ahome in. Despite the situation he was in, Blake found himself wondering whatthe life of a dragon would be like.
A few vague images and sensations flowed into his mind again,but he couldn’t make sense of them this time. It seemed like the wyvern wasmore of an emotional creature than a sapient being, so it wasn’t possible forit to communicate complex concepts. However, Blake did get a growing sense thatthe costume had no intention of ever letting him go.
Blake thought over what he had figured out so far about theinsane situation he was in, and considered ways he could escape it. A part ofhim felt sorry for the living costume, but there was no way he could let itkeep him trapped like this. Even though Blake felt like a lifelong dream of hiswas coming true in a strange way, he was beginning to fear that he would neverbe allowed full control. Plus, even if he could live out his life as a wyvern,he knew that he couldn’t just throw his old life away. Still, he found that hewanted to at least try out flying as a dragon, despite the risks that might beinvolved.
“Can you… at least let me be in control for a bit?” Blake asked,while making a slight effort to reclaim control of his arms… no, his wings.“I’m sorry about what happened, I really am. I had no idea that you needed me,but you can’t just take my life awa...” Suddenly, his jaws slammed shut. Afterspending a moment struggling to speak again, he realized the suit hadapparently decided it was done listening to him. Another flood of anger andsomething that felt like accusations flooded into his mind. It felt as if thecreature blamed him for what it went through and felt he didn’t deserve what itoffered.
Since he was no longer able to form words, Blake panicked andtried to think of some way to get through to the living suit. Eventually, hereasoned that if the creature was mostly emotional, then maybe the best way tospeak with it was through emotions. He wasn’t exactly sure how it was sendingits feelings to him, but it was the only option that he could think of.
Blake tried focusing on his own thoughts and feelings about whatwas going on. He first started with how sorry he felt for not noticing thecostume before. Then, he focused on the terror that he felt whenever he thoughtabout being stuck like this, and also just how much he wanted to try flying onhis own. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more Blake found himselfsurprised by just how much he wanted to be the one flying. It wasn’t justbecause he wasn’t in control of his body, it was because he was so close toachieving his dream. Flying freely as a wyvern was something that he haddreamed of for years, and now that he was being blocked from it… it wasincredibly painful.
At first nothing seemed to change, and the wyvern continued onits path to the mountains. Blake persisted however, and kept trying to somehowproject his feelings to the other mind he was sharing his body with. After awhile Blake felt something from the wyvern’s mind which seemed like indecisionand fear. It wasn’t handing back control, but it seemed as if it was at leastrethinking what it was doing.
After several more minutes passed, Blake felt his jaw and a fewother parts of his body slowly loosen. It felt as if the wyvern suit wasallowing him to speak again. After breathing a sigh of relief, Blake decidedthat suggesting a middle ground might be the best option for now. “Is theresome way we could share control?” He asked without having a clear understandingof what sharing control would even be like.
More indecision emanated from the creature’s mind, but thenBlake began feeling its grip over their muscles loosen. The suit was stillcontrolling their body, but somehow he got a sense that if he tried moving itwouldn’t try to fight him. First, he carefully craned his neck in alldirections to fully take in the view that he had been missing before. He hadnever seen Sunrise Valley from so high up before, and seeing it at night withsuch amazing vision was unreal. It was like he was in a different world, wherehe could look down on people without them ever noticing that he was there.
After looking around for a while, Blake felt a proddingsensation in his neck as if the creature was trying to get its head back intoposition. Apparently, he had been making the flight more difficult with hismovements, so he obeyed and let their neck get straightened again.
Realizing that he needed to get a better understanding of howwyvern flight worked, Blake began paying more attention to their movements. Hefocused upon the motions of the wings and the angles of their body. Slowly, ashe began to feel like he understood the rhythm of the fight, he tried flappingthe wings at the same time as the wyvern suit. The first few times he did so hethrew their flight path off slightly, but by the tenth wingbeat they weremoving in sync.
Soon, Blake realized that he was able to sense what the Wyvernsuit was thinking more clearly. It became like a sixth sense that allowed himto begin working with the creature instead of against it. He was able to matchor modify its movements without disturbing their flight. Slowly, Blake beganadjusting their flight path so he could circle the valley for a better view.
As time went on, Blake began to forget that he was sharing hisbody as they flew. They worked in perfect synchronization as they began divingand dancing through the sky. Slowly, their minds began to meld together,creating a mix of Blake’s thoughts and the costume’s instincts. The wyvernreflexively closed its eyes as its pupils suddenly changed from theirpreviously slitted shape to a more rounded one, and when it opened them Blakefound himself in full control. With his newfound instincts to guide him, hesmiled and prepared to spend at least that entire night having the time of hislife.
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Right before sunrise, the wyvern carefully landed upon the roofof his apartment building. At least, the building that he lived in as a human.A strong part of himself was repulsed by this place, but he knew that he neededto return to his old life. For a time at least.
Slowly, using its wing claws, it grasped at its chest until itcaught hold of a seam along its belly. The part of its mind that came from thecostume had told him the seam would appear there when he wished for it. Afterhesitating for a few moments, he pulled the seam apart.
Everything immediately began to change. His mind splintered, andBlake suddenly felt his thoughts return to normal as the costume beganseparating from him. The previously living scales all over his body suddenlytook on a rubbery sheen, then with a loud sucking noise began separating from.The previously skin-tight costume quickly became too large for him as his legs,neck, and body shrunk. The weirdest part by far was the sensation of hisfingers and arms shrinking. As they returned to normal, Blake was relieved to findthat the ache in his arms from his long flight had vanished.
Relieved to find that his clothes had reappeared, Blake steppedout of the costume and onto the concrete roof. He caught the costume before itfell and carefully pulled it over his shoulder so that it wouldn’t crumple ontothe floor.
The living suit made a pitiful noise, like it was afraid ofbeing left out on a hanger again, but Blake knew that it trusted him now.Otherwise, it would never have let him go. They had spent too many hours together,and they would be doing so again soon.
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Observation notes: #36 Wyvern Suit
Known Traits: Sentient, instinctual, narrow wish wavelength,long distance absorption, exceptional efficiency
Current Host: details unknown Blake
For a long time I considered this experiment to be a failuresince no one chose it for over a year and it showed no signs of reacting to anyof my customers. It appears that while dragons are popular, most people preferdragons with both arms and wings rather than just wings.
I was quite surprised I found the suit rampaging through my shopone night! Initially I disabled it to prevent further damage, but decided tolet it chase after the person who awoke it just to see what would happen.
Impressively, despite never even having physical contact with asuitable host before, the costume was able to pursue him for two miles andcatch him unaided. After the merge, there were obvious signs of a struggle forcontrol between the suit and host, but after about half an hour they appearedto reach some sort of balance. After a night of symbiosis, they also separatedwithout any signs of conflict. No side effects have been detected thus far.Further scrying has identified the host as a man named Blake with a very strongwyvern obsession.
Investigation into how the suit was able to acquire so muchenergy is warranted. While this wouldn’t be the first case where a suit awokebefore it was even touched, the fact it gained so much energy when Blake hadnever even entered the building is extremely unusual. Even if the host and thesuit were perfect matches and Blake had stood in front of the shop for an hourit should not have been enough. It may be possible that the suit slowly adaptedafter being fed miniscule amounts of energy over a long period of time.However, if that is the case, I fear that similar events may happen with therest of my stock.
In any case, further study into the wyvern suit’s incredibleenergy efficiency may be useful when developing my masterpiece.
Even though it made no sense to him, every time he walked by thestore he felt as if he was being watched. Whenever he checked, though, no oneinside the store seemed to be paying any attention to him. The only thingsinside usually were the old man who ran the place and the costumes themselves.The paranoia simply got worse as time went on, until it got so bad that Blakestarted to consider taking a longer route through town just so he could avoidthe place.
That night was no different. Blake sighed and pulled his hoodieover his head as the store came into sight. It was almost certain that he wasjust imagining all of this, so there was no legitimate reason for him to go outof his way to avoid the place. All he wanted was to get home as quickly aspossible. The Second Identity’s ground level windows were dark, suggesting thatit had already closed for the night. However, Blake still got goosebumps as heapproached. Once again, he felt like something was watching him, and he triedto tell himself that it was just his imagination.
A loud crash from within the costume shop made Blake jump andlet out a yelp so loud that it would have embarrassed him if anyone else hadbeen nearby. He turned towards the building to see what had caused the noise,and saw racks of costumes being violently knocked over. As one final rack wasthrown aside, he saw a huge black and white shape with golden glowing eyesmoving towards him. Blake screamed in terror and bolted down the street as fastas he could.
Another thunderous noise came from the shop as Blake ran, but hedidn’t turn around to see what caused it. He ran several blocks, then duckeddown an alley and through a nearby park. Blake didn’t stop running until hislegs and his lungs burnt so much that he felt like he would collapse. “What…the heck… was that?!” He asked no one in particular. The shop had been so darkthat he had not been able to get a clear view of whatever that thing was. Thoseeyes though… they were definitely inhuman, and they had been looking right athim.
Whatever it was, he hadn’t noticed any signs that it wasfollowing him. There weren’t many lights in this park, but at least the moonwas bright enough that he felt like he would be able to see such a largecreature coming from a good distance.
Just when he was starting to feel safe, Blake felt thosegoosebumps again. Freezing in his tracks, he looked around in a panic to see ifthe creature had found him. However, he didn’t see any signs of movement in themoonlight wherever he looked. It was not until he heard the flapping of wingsthat blake realized he needed to look up.
He could just barely make out the huge winged creature in themoonlight. Its body seemed roughly human sized, but it's wingspan must havebeen nearly four meters wide. At first Blake thought it was some sort of giantbat or demon, but as it flew by a lamppost he caught sight of what the creaturereally looked like. It was clearly a reptilian creature with black scales, along neck, a tail which ended in a spade, and a frill that ran along its spine.Its underbelly scales and wing membranes were white. It had horns and two legs,but no arms aside from the wings themselves.
Forgetting his terror for a moment, Blake froze as he realizedthat the monster was clearly a wyvern, but that should have been impossible.Ever since his childhood he had been fascinated with dragons, but hespecifically loved this type of draconic creature nearly to the point ofobsession. However, despite how much he had wished otherwise, he knew wellenough that dragons didn’t exist. The idea that he was seeing one now seemedalmost like a dream come true, except for the little detail that it seemed tobe hunting him.
The wyvern had noticed Blake’s hesitation and taken theopportunity to dive at him. Fresh panic sent Blake running for cover in anattempt to save himself. However, he had yet to recover from his previous sprint,and the creature easily caught up with him.
When the wyvern crashed into him, Blake was immediatelysurprised by how light and soft the creature felt. Instead of feeling like hehad been run over by a dragon, it was like someone had thrown a heavy tarp athim. The impact was still strong enough to knock Blake face first onto thegrass, however.
Blake was still reeling from the fall when the creature liftedhim up with its wings and pulled his back against its chest. Once again, thewyvern’s body felt far softer than it should have. Its scales felt somewhatrubbery, almost artificial, and he could swear that the creature didn’t haveany bones. This observation was quickly confirmed when he felt himself sinkinto the creature’s chest!
The wyvern’s white belly scales closed around Blake’s torso andtightened around it. Even though he didn’t understand what was happening andstill had not full recovered from his fall, Blake renewed his struggle andkicked at the wyvern to try and get free. In response, the creature’spreviously solid legs suddenly opened up and engulfed Blake’s own legs. Withinmoments both his chest and lower body were trapped within the creature, cuttingoff any possibility of escape.
Somehow, the entire creature felt like some sort of empty skin.As he wondered how this could even be possible, Blake recalled that the thinghad come from the Second Identity costume shop. The wyvern was a livingcostume! Blake looked down at his trapped body in awe, and wondered what thatmeant was going to happen if the thing fully encased him. A strange achingsensation spreading through the trapped parts of his body made him fear that itwouldn’t be good.
Only his head and arms had not been pulled inside the costumeyet, but it didn’t appear that they would stay that way for long. Starting athis shoulders, a moving seam flowed over his arms and pulled them into thesuit’s waiting wing sleeves. Its wings were far larger than his arms however,so when he was fully encased his hands barely reached the wyvern’s elbows. Itslowly unfurled its wings from around their body, and Blake’s arms helplesslymoved along with them.
Another seam opened up behind Blake’s head, threatening toswallow up the last free part of him into the wyvern’s neck. He renewed hisstruggles and fought against the confines of the rubbery suit, but found thatit barely budged. Once the opening became large enough, the scales that werecovering Blake’s chest tightened and pulled him fully inside. The lastremaining seam quickly closed up afterwards.
The inside of the costume was dark and cramped. His arms weretrapped, and his feet were only just barely able to touch the ground with theway the oversized suit was holding him up. That dull ache was now going throughhis entire body, and he felt some force pulling at his limbs. Blake wasthankful to find that he wasn’t having much trouble breathing, so at least itdidn’t seem like he was going to suffocate.
The wyvern costume shifted around him. He felt its legs bend,and he was forced to crouch down with it. Then suddenly, it straightened theirlegs with a great force and began flapping its wings. Blake was both amazed andhorrified when he realized that the costume was flying off with him inside ofit!
Being inside a living, flying costume felt incredibly bizarre.Blake found himself lying face down into the costume’s chest as it flapped itspowerful wings with his arms inside of them. A hundred confused thoughts ranthrough his mind as he tried to comprehend the situation that he was in.Despite the terror that he was feeling, he couldn’t help but start wishing thathe could see from the wyvern’s perspective, so he could see the world fallingaway from beneath them as they ascended.
The aches that were going though his body were quickly growingstronger, and a strange feeling which seemed similar to static rippled acrossBlake’s skin. Then, he gasped as he suddenly felt his limbs begun pushingdeeper into the wyvern suit. The bottoms of his shoes seemed to touch thewyvern’s paws for the first time and his arms began extending further into thecostume’s wings. Blake’s chest began to thicken and become more reptilian, andhis neck began extending upwards. The suit seemed to let out some sort ofpleased-sounding growl, leveled off its flight, and began gliding so that itspassenger’s transformation wouldn’t cause them both to fall.
Blake could hardly believe what was happening to him. The ideathat he was transforming to fill in this living suit seemed insane. However, somany crazy things had already happened in such a short period of time that hedidn’t even know what to think anymore. There was really nothing he could do atthe moment but wait in stunned awe for the transformation to finish, anyway.
At some point during the process his clothes had seeminglydissolved around him, leaving Blake clothed only in the living costume itself.His body quickly grew within it, filling out its insides. His chest was thefirst to finish growing outwards, and as it finished he felt a reptilian tailbegin extending from his tailbone. Next was his neck, and Blake gasped when hesaw the view from the suit’s mouth. The lights of sunrise valley seemed so faraway that they must have been thousands of meters in the air!
As his face met the suit’s mask, he felt his skull crack andelongate. Blake’s jaw pushed forward into a more draconic shape, and he foundhis eyes lining up with the costume’s transparent reptilian eyes. The view fromso high up was so beautiful that he briefly forgot the situation that he was inand tried craning his neck for a better view. To Blake’s dismay, the costumeresisted his movements and he heard a growl of displeasure echo in his ears.Did the thing expect him to just be a passive passenger the whole time?
It only took a few more moments for Blake to finish filling outthe costume. His toes merged together so that he only had three digits beforeextending into the costume’s taloned feet. As his hands slid into place withinthe wings, he felt his fingers get pulled into the individual sections of thecostume’s gloves. The following sensation of his fingers growing impossiblylong to fill in the wings was probably the strangest part of thetransformation. Once the suit’s gloves were completely filled, he felt thewings flex his newly transformed arms as if testing them and fitting itselfmore tightly around him. Finally, his tail and horns finished growing in,completing the transformation.
At least, Blake thought that was going to be the end, but wasquickly proven wrong when the suit seemed to begin melting around him. Then,starting from his chest, the sensation of the suit against his skin vanishedand he felt wind against his skin… no, his scales. As the process spread acrosshis body, the suit’s strength seemed to weaken and the strain of flying beganfalling upon his own body. Blake panicked and tried to keep the glide going,but had no idea of how to operate his transformed body. Within moments he beganspiraling out of control.
The wyvern costume growled around him again, and he felt theskin-tight mask around his head melt and merge with him. As it did so, he felta powerful presence push into his thoughts. With no warning Blake felt controlof his body get wrenched away from him, and he felt his wings begin flapping tohalt their descent. The wing membranes seemed different than before, they feltmore like real hide than thin rubber.
Finally, the last vestiges of the costume finished merging withBlake’s body, and he found himself flying through the sky as a living,breathing dragon. His fully transformed eyes were able to see so well that henearly forgot that it was nighttime. Every flap of his powerful wings sent himhigher and higher into the sky. He felt like he was living through an extremelyvivid dream where he was flying freely over Sunrise Valley.
The only problem was that he was not in control of the body, soBlake wasn’t truly the one who was experiencing the flight. The creature hadsomehow pushed him out of the driver seat and was taking them both who knowswhere. For a few minutes Blake didn’t even try to fight the thing’s control outof fear that he might cause them both of fall to their deaths if he struggled.However, he quickly began to fear that he might be trapped like this forever,and started testing the costume’s control.
His first few attempts at regaining control were immediatelythwarted. Whenever he seemed to regain control of his body for a moment, itfelt as if his own skin began fighting against him. The living suit had controlover him from both with and without! However, he found that if focused upon asingle part of his body at a time, the thing had much more trouble resistinghim. First, he managed to begin wiggling his toes and bending his legs beforethey began moving on their own again. Then he forcibly regained control of hisneck and was able to get a better look at his draconic body before it snappedback into place. It was slight, but he was slowing finding that the creature’spower over him wasn’t absolute.
Blake found himself suddenly growling, and a flood of angerwashed over his mind. Somehow, he got the sensation that the suit was angry athim, and that it had no desire to share control. The question was, why wouldthe thing that had chosen to attack him now be angry at him for being insideit?
Whatever the suit thought of him, Blake was starting to fearthat if he didn’t do something, he would be a prisoner in his own body for therest of his life. He began to fight more earnestly, struggling to regaincontrol and take over the flight. The suit fought him, and the conflictingimpulses sent their body into a spasm. For a dizzying moment they spiraled outof control, and Blake was forced to let the wyvern take over again so that itcould keep them alive.
After the wyvern suit had corrected their flight again, Blakebegan wondering if fighting the suit for control in mid flight was really thebest idea. Another wave of emotion from the thing interrupted his thoughts justthen, and this time it felt both angry and defiant. The sheer intensity of thefeelings shocked him. Slowly and carefully, he tried talking to the thing withtheir draconic maw, “Why… are you angry at me?” Blake said, both surprised thathe was able to speak as a dragon, and that the suit was letting him do so.
In response, Blake felt images flood into his mind. For amoment, he saw a view from inside the costume shop, and then he saw himselfwalk by the shop’s window. It took a moment for him to realize that he had justseen one of the suit’s memories. The memory faded and was replaced with anothervision of the costume shop, but the lighting was different as if it was anothertime of day. Once again Blake saw himself walking by the shop’s window. Moreand more images followed, with the same scene but each one seeming to be from adifferent time.
“Wait… you were only awake whenever I walked by the store?”Blake asked as he started to understand the implications.
The suit responded with more emotions and images. A sense ofloneliness and longing flooded Blake’s mind. He got the sense that the livingsuit had kept calling to him and waiting for him to claim it, but he nevercame. Eventually, the suit’s emotions within the memories became filled withanger and frustration. After what seemed like an eternity of being left alone,the suit had begun storing up its strength to come after him instead of waitingfor him to come to it.
“Why me though?” Blake found himself asking as he tried toprocess what exactly he was dealing with, “What are you?” As he spoke, thewyvern continued flying them further and further from town. It looked as if itwas heading for one of the nearby mountains, perhaps to find a cave to make ahome in. Despite the situation he was in, Blake found himself wondering whatthe life of a dragon would be like.
A few vague images and sensations flowed into his mind again,but he couldn’t make sense of them this time. It seemed like the wyvern wasmore of an emotional creature than a sapient being, so it wasn’t possible forit to communicate complex concepts. However, Blake did get a growing sense thatthe costume had no intention of ever letting him go.
Blake thought over what he had figured out so far about theinsane situation he was in, and considered ways he could escape it. A part ofhim felt sorry for the living costume, but there was no way he could let itkeep him trapped like this. Even though Blake felt like a lifelong dream of hiswas coming true in a strange way, he was beginning to fear that he would neverbe allowed full control. Plus, even if he could live out his life as a wyvern,he knew that he couldn’t just throw his old life away. Still, he found that hewanted to at least try out flying as a dragon, despite the risks that might beinvolved.
“Can you… at least let me be in control for a bit?” Blake asked,while making a slight effort to reclaim control of his arms… no, his wings.“I’m sorry about what happened, I really am. I had no idea that you needed me,but you can’t just take my life awa...” Suddenly, his jaws slammed shut. Afterspending a moment struggling to speak again, he realized the suit hadapparently decided it was done listening to him. Another flood of anger andsomething that felt like accusations flooded into his mind. It felt as if thecreature blamed him for what it went through and felt he didn’t deserve what itoffered.
Since he was no longer able to form words, Blake panicked andtried to think of some way to get through to the living suit. Eventually, hereasoned that if the creature was mostly emotional, then maybe the best way tospeak with it was through emotions. He wasn’t exactly sure how it was sendingits feelings to him, but it was the only option that he could think of.
Blake tried focusing on his own thoughts and feelings about whatwas going on. He first started with how sorry he felt for not noticing thecostume before. Then, he focused on the terror that he felt whenever he thoughtabout being stuck like this, and also just how much he wanted to try flying onhis own. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more Blake found himselfsurprised by just how much he wanted to be the one flying. It wasn’t justbecause he wasn’t in control of his body, it was because he was so close toachieving his dream. Flying freely as a wyvern was something that he haddreamed of for years, and now that he was being blocked from it… it wasincredibly painful.
At first nothing seemed to change, and the wyvern continued onits path to the mountains. Blake persisted however, and kept trying to somehowproject his feelings to the other mind he was sharing his body with. After awhile Blake felt something from the wyvern’s mind which seemed like indecisionand fear. It wasn’t handing back control, but it seemed as if it was at leastrethinking what it was doing.
After several more minutes passed, Blake felt his jaw and a fewother parts of his body slowly loosen. It felt as if the wyvern suit wasallowing him to speak again. After breathing a sigh of relief, Blake decidedthat suggesting a middle ground might be the best option for now. “Is theresome way we could share control?” He asked without having a clear understandingof what sharing control would even be like.
More indecision emanated from the creature’s mind, but thenBlake began feeling its grip over their muscles loosen. The suit was stillcontrolling their body, but somehow he got a sense that if he tried moving itwouldn’t try to fight him. First, he carefully craned his neck in alldirections to fully take in the view that he had been missing before. He hadnever seen Sunrise Valley from so high up before, and seeing it at night withsuch amazing vision was unreal. It was like he was in a different world, wherehe could look down on people without them ever noticing that he was there.
After looking around for a while, Blake felt a proddingsensation in his neck as if the creature was trying to get its head back intoposition. Apparently, he had been making the flight more difficult with hismovements, so he obeyed and let their neck get straightened again.
Realizing that he needed to get a better understanding of howwyvern flight worked, Blake began paying more attention to their movements. Hefocused upon the motions of the wings and the angles of their body. Slowly, ashe began to feel like he understood the rhythm of the fight, he tried flappingthe wings at the same time as the wyvern suit. The first few times he did so hethrew their flight path off slightly, but by the tenth wingbeat they weremoving in sync.
Soon, Blake realized that he was able to sense what the Wyvernsuit was thinking more clearly. It became like a sixth sense that allowed himto begin working with the creature instead of against it. He was able to matchor modify its movements without disturbing their flight. Slowly, Blake beganadjusting their flight path so he could circle the valley for a better view.
As time went on, Blake began to forget that he was sharing hisbody as they flew. They worked in perfect synchronization as they began divingand dancing through the sky. Slowly, their minds began to meld together,creating a mix of Blake’s thoughts and the costume’s instincts. The wyvernreflexively closed its eyes as its pupils suddenly changed from theirpreviously slitted shape to a more rounded one, and when it opened them Blakefound himself in full control. With his newfound instincts to guide him, hesmiled and prepared to spend at least that entire night having the time of hislife.
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Right before sunrise, the wyvern carefully landed upon the roofof his apartment building. At least, the building that he lived in as a human.A strong part of himself was repulsed by this place, but he knew that he neededto return to his old life. For a time at least.
Slowly, using its wing claws, it grasped at its chest until itcaught hold of a seam along its belly. The part of its mind that came from thecostume had told him the seam would appear there when he wished for it. Afterhesitating for a few moments, he pulled the seam apart.
Everything immediately began to change. His mind splintered, andBlake suddenly felt his thoughts return to normal as the costume beganseparating from him. The previously living scales all over his body suddenlytook on a rubbery sheen, then with a loud sucking noise began separating from.The previously skin-tight costume quickly became too large for him as his legs,neck, and body shrunk. The weirdest part by far was the sensation of hisfingers and arms shrinking. As they returned to normal, Blake was relieved to findthat the ache in his arms from his long flight had vanished.
Relieved to find that his clothes had reappeared, Blake steppedout of the costume and onto the concrete roof. He caught the costume before itfell and carefully pulled it over his shoulder so that it wouldn’t crumple ontothe floor.
The living suit made a pitiful noise, like it was afraid ofbeing left out on a hanger again, but Blake knew that it trusted him now.Otherwise, it would never have let him go. They had spent too many hours together,and they would be doing so again soon.
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Observation notes: #36 Wyvern Suit
Known Traits: Sentient, instinctual, narrow wish wavelength,long distance absorption, exceptional efficiency
Current Host: details unknown Blake
For a long time I considered this experiment to be a failuresince no one chose it for over a year and it showed no signs of reacting to anyof my customers. It appears that while dragons are popular, most people preferdragons with both arms and wings rather than just wings.
I was quite surprised I found the suit rampaging through my shopone night! Initially I disabled it to prevent further damage, but decided tolet it chase after the person who awoke it just to see what would happen.
Impressively, despite never even having physical contact with asuitable host before, the costume was able to pursue him for two miles andcatch him unaided. After the merge, there were obvious signs of a struggle forcontrol between the suit and host, but after about half an hour they appearedto reach some sort of balance. After a night of symbiosis, they also separatedwithout any signs of conflict. No side effects have been detected thus far.Further scrying has identified the host as a man named Blake with a very strongwyvern obsession.
Investigation into how the suit was able to acquire so muchenergy is warranted. While this wouldn’t be the first case where a suit awokebefore it was even touched, the fact it gained so much energy when Blake hadnever even entered the building is extremely unusual. Even if the host and thesuit were perfect matches and Blake had stood in front of the shop for an hourit should not have been enough. It may be possible that the suit slowly adaptedafter being fed miniscule amounts of energy over a long period of time.However, if that is the case, I fear that similar events may happen with therest of my stock.
In any case, further study into the wyvern suit’s incredibleenergy efficiency may be useful when developing my masterpiece.
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翼装
「第二人生」服裝商店系列故事；作者：Draythix aka Transryu
那家店总是令布莱克毛骨悚然。他工作的地方离那里只有几幢大厦的距离，所以他这一年间每天都会经过那地方两次。开始的时侯他还只是对这间「第二人生」的商店橱窗里那些特别迫真的服装感到新奇有趣。但后来当他再次从橱窗前路过时，有些东西开始使他感到不安。
即使毫无证据，但每次他路过商店时他都感觉到被注视。但每当他检查时却又找不到店里有谁在瞧他，通常只有管理这个地方的老人和他的那堆服装。这种妄想随著时间的流逝变得越来越糟糕，糟糕到布莱克开始打算混路走来避开这个地方。
日复一日，布莱克在看到接近这间商店时叹气并戴起他的连衫帽。这基本上只可能是他的幻觉，所以他没有任何正当理由避开这个地方，毕竟他也想早点回家。「第二人生」的落地橱窗柒黑一遍，显示它今晚已经关门。不过布莱克在走近时仍然鸡皮疙瘩。再一次，他感觉到有什么在注视他，而他也再一次安慰自己——这只是幻觉。
忽然在服装店里传出巨响，吓得布莱克大喊出来，如果附近有人的话他大概已经社会性死亡吧。他扭头向那间店看看搞什么鬼，而他看到看到架子上的服装被猛烈地撞开。最后一件服装都被抛到一边后，布莱克看到一个有着金色亮眼的巨型黑白身影正冲他而来。布莱克在尖叫的同时尽他所能往街上狂奔。
与此同时布莱克后面传来另一声巨响，但他不打算回头看看发生了什么。布莱克跑过好几个街区，然后穿过附近的公园躲在一条小巷里。布莱克一直在狂奔直至他的双腿和肺都感觉要烧起来才停下，他觉得自己下一刻就要倒地不起。「那…到底…是什么？！」他喃喃自语。服装店里面太黑了，他没看清那东西是什么，但从那双眼判断…它肯定不是人，而且肯定是冲他而来。
不管是什么，布莱克都没有注意到它在追逐他的迹象。这个公园没什么灯光，但布莱克相信单靠月光足已让他在远距离留意到这么大型的生物。
正当布莱克开始相信自己安全时，他又鸡皮疙瘩起来。布莱克停住了自己的脚步并恐慌地四周张望確定那生物有没有在附近，但是他仍然在月光下没有找到任何生物移动的迹象。直至布莱克头上传来扇动翅膀的声音，他才意识到他需要抬头观察才对。
月光之下他勉强辨认到那个带有巨大翅膀的生物。它的身躯如同人类的大小，但它张开的双翅足足有四米宽。布莱克一开始还以为它是巨型蝙蝠或恶魔之类，但在它停靠路灯柱后他才真的看清那生物的真面目。它明显是爬虫类生物，拥有黑色鳞片、长长的脖子、铲型末端的尾巴和沿著脊椎的褶边。它腹部的鳞片和翼膜是白色的。它还有角和两条腿，但除了两只翅膀外并没有手。
在这一刻布莱克忘记他的恐怖，他呆住了并意识到那是只不可能存在的怪物——飞龙。从童年起布莱克就十分迷恋巨龙，尤其是沉迷飞龙这个品种。但尽管布莱克多么希望它的存在，他很明白龙终究是不存在的。可现在的布莱克却见到一头飞龙，这几乎就是梦想成真，唯一的问题是它似乎在狩猎他。
飞龙留意到布莱克的迟延并借此机会向他俯冲。新的恐慌令布莱克跑向掩体试图拯救自己，可惜他还未从上次奔跑中恢复过来，使得那生物轻松地捉住了他。
当飞龙骑脸时，布莱克立即被它那轻盈和柔软的触感所震惊，这就像有人向他扔了匹重篷布而不是撞上了一头巨龙。不过这股冲击仍然足以将布莱克撞到草地上。
当布莱克依然为此心有余悸时，这生物用它的双翼将他扯了起来，背脊紧贴着它的胸口。再一次，布莱克感觉到这飞龙的身体比它应有的要柔软得多。它鳞片的触感近乎人造似的，有些像橡胶，而且他发誓这生物是没有任何骨头。这项发现迅速得到证实，因为他感受到自己正沉没在这生物的胸口中！
飞龙那白色的肚皮鳞片围绕着布莱克的躯干并收紧封闭。即使布莱克不明白在发生什么而且还是未恢复过来，他重新开始了他的抗争，踢向飞龙以试图获取自由。作为回应，飞龙刚刚还是扎实的双腿忽然张开并吞没了布莱克的双腿，片刻之间他的胸膛乃至整个下半身都被困在这生物体内，困住了任何逃生的可能性。
不知怎么样，整只飞龙感觉就像某种中空的皮肤。正当布莱克想要分析这推测的可能性时，他回想起这东西是来自那家「第二人生」服装商店，所以这只飞龙是件活生生的服装！布莱克畏怯地望向他陷入拘束的身体，想要知道如果这东西完全包裹着他，那意味会发生什么。与此同时，怪奇的痛感在他被困的身体部分中中蔓延，使他害怕这不会是什么好事。
只有布莱克的头和双臂尚未被拖进服装里，但看来他们能留在外部的时光已经不多了。从布莱克的肩膀开始，一道移动的缝隙流过他的手臂并牵扯他们进入了服装那期盼已久的翼袖。不过飞龙的翅膀比布莱克的手臂大多了，当他们完全被包裹后也只是勉强到达它手肘的位置。飞龙从它们的身体向外缓慢地展开翅膀，而布莱克的双臂只有无助地跟随。
又一道缝隙在布莱克的头后张开，威胁着要用飞龙的脖子吞下他最后的自由。布莱克又一次跟压制着他的橡胶服装奋斗，然而并没什么有卵用，直到那开口变得足够大，包裹着他胸膛的鳞片紧缩并把他完全拖了进去。之后，最后余下的缝隙都迅速闭合。
服装里面又黑又窄，布莱克的手被束缚住，而他的脚只是勉勉强强地触碰到地面，这件超大码服装正在把他抱直。现在布莱克全身都隐隐作痛，而且他感觉有些力量在拉扯他的四肢，幸运的是他发现他仍能正常呼吸，所以他似乎至少不会窒息至死。
飞龙服装在布莱克周围扭动着，他感觉它的后腿屈曲，而他被迫跟它一起蹲下。然后突然间，它两腿用力一伸同时开始挥动它的翅膀，当布莱克意识到这服装要带他一起飞时，他对此既惊又喜！
在一件活着而且飞行中的服装里真是件不可思议的事。当飞龙连同布莱克的手臀在内拍打着它强力的翅膀时，他发现他面部朝下躺在服装的胸口中，他想要了解他所处的情况，有上千个疑惑在他的脑海中挥之不去。尽管布莱克仍然在恐惧中，他也忍不住想要从飞龙的角度看看外面的境色，让他看看在他们飞升时世界在倒退的样子。
布莱克全身的疼痛越来越厉害了，而且他的皮肤荡漾起一阵阵奇怪、类似于静电的感觉。接着，布莱克突然感觉到他的四肢开始深入地伸进飞龙服装里，使他倒抽一口凉气，他的鞋底似乎首次触摸到飞龙的肉垫，而他的手进一步延伸进服装的翅膀。布莱克的胸口开始变厚并长出爬虫类的特征，而他的颈椎也开始向上伸长。飞龙服装好像散发出某种高兴的吼声，变为平稳地飞行并保持滑翔，以至于它的搭客在变形期间不会弄得它们一齐失去平衡。
布莱克不敢相信这都是真的，他为了填充这件活着的服装而变形，这太疯狂了。但是刚才这段时间里又有什么并不疯狂呢，布莱克甚至都不知道该怎么理清头绪，其实他目前真的对这变形无能为力，除了保持震撼地等待它的结束。
在这过程中布莱克的衣服似乎都溶解了，只余下他本身困在这飞龙服装里，他的身体快速地在它体内生长，填充里面所有的空间。布莱克的胸口率先完成向外的增长，与此同时它感觉到一根爬虫类的尾巴从他的尾骨延伸出去。接着是布莱克的脖子，他逐渐能从服装的吻部看到外面的世界，他倒抽一口气，日升谷的灯光看起来十分遥远，他们一定是在几千米的高空之中！
当布莱克的脸跟服装的脸具遇上时，他感到他的头骨崩裂并拉长，他的口部被拉前成更像龙的形状，他发现他的双眼跟服装透明的龙眼片贴靠。夜空中的美影使得布莱克短暂地忘却现在他身处的糟糕情况，他尝试扭动他的脖子好好欣赏，但令布雷克沮丧的是这件服装抵抗他的行动，他的耳边回响着不愉悦的吼声。这东西在以为他会全程当个被迫上车的乖乖搭客吗？
离布莱克完全填充好这件服装的时间已经不多了。他的脚趾融合到一起，这样他就有3只能套进服装的脚爪的爪趾。而在他的手滑入双翼时，他感到他的手指分别被拉进服装手套的各个部分，手指变成长得不可思议。这可能是整个变形中最奇怪的部分了吧。一旦服装手套都被完全填满，布莱克感觉到翅膀在屈曲他新变形的手臀，就像在测试他们并调整它自身使得更加贴合。最后，布莱克的尾刃和龙角也生长完成，昭告变形的结束。
…至起码布莱克认为这是要结束了，但服装似乎要融化的感觉很快就证明这想法的错误。接着，从布莱克的胸膛开始，橡胶服装的触感消失了，他感受到风在吹抚他的皮肤…不，是他的鳞片才对。随著这个过程蔓延至布莱克的全身，服装的力量好像在消退而飞行的压力开始落在他的身上。布莱克慌忙想要保持滑翔，但根本不懂得怎样去操纵他变形后的身体。刹时之间他开始失控盘旋。
飞龙服装再次对布莱克吼叫，此时紧凑的龙头面具融化并跟他融合，他感到一股强大的存在闯入他的脑海中。在没有任何警告的情况下布莱克对身体的控制离他而去，同时他感觉他的翅膀开始拍动以阻止他们下坠。翼膜似乎也变得跟以前不同了，它们比起薄薄的橡胶更像真实的龙皮。
最后，服装的残留部分终于也跟布莱克的身体融合，现在的他如同一头活着、会呼吸的飞龙在天空中飞翔。布莱克完全变形的眼睛能看得清清楚楚使得他差点忘记现在是夜晚，他魁梧的龙翼每下摆动都把他带上云霄，他犹如在一个栩栩如生的梦，梦里他在日升谷上空自由地飞行。
唯一的问题是布莱克不在控制这个身体，所以正确来说他不是在体验飞翔的那位。这生物不知怎样的把他从驾驶坐赶了下来并带着它们飞向未知。有好几分钟布莱克甚至都不敢跟这东西对抗把制控权抢回来，他害怕他的挣扎会害死他们。但是布莱克很快被另一种害怕支配——他将这样被束缚一辈子，于是他开始试验服装的控制程度。
布莱克初初几次重夺控制权的尝试立即受到了阻挠，每当他看来对身体重获控制一小段时间后，他感觉他的皮肤开始在抗拒他。飞龙服装拥有从内到外对他的控制！不过，布莱克留意到如果他每次只专注于他身体的单一部分，那东西就较难抵抗他。首先，布莱克能令他的脚爪蠕动和弯曲他的后腿，但很快又它们又自顾自的活动。接着，布莱克强行重新控制了他的脖子。让他在被扭回原位前能好好观察一下他的飞龙身躯。虽然微不足道，但他慢慢地发现飞龙服装对他的掌控不是绝对的。
布莱克注意到自己忽然在咆哮，一股怒火在燃烧他的心智。不知怎么的，布莱克有种飞龙服装在对他发怒的感觉，而且没有想共享控制权的意愿，但问题是既然如此为什么它要选择攻击他并把他拖进它体内？
无论飞龙服装对布莱克有什么想法，他的恐惧又一次涌现，他害怕如果什么都不做，那他这辈子就什么都不用做了。布莱克更加认真地抗争，努力地重夺控制权并接管这段飞行。飞龙服装在意念中跟布莱克打了起来，而且冲突使它们的身体陷入痉挛。在头晕目眩期间他们失控地盘旋，布莱克被迫让飞龙再次接管他们的身体来让他们活下去。
在飞龙服装把它们的飞行姿势调整回来后，布莱克开始怀疑在飞行途中抢夺控制权是不是个好主意。就在此时这东西传来另一股情感打断了他的思考，这次它的情感是既愤怒又强硬。这种纯粹强烈的情感震撼住布莱克，他小心翼翼地尝试跟用他们的龙吻发问：「为…为什么你在对我生气？」。布莱克对于他能够作为龙在说话，而且这飞龙服装让他这样做感到吃惊。
作为回应，布莱克感到影像流进他的脑海。布莱克从服装店里的角度看到他自己路过店铺的橱窗，这花了他好一会儿才意识到他刚刚在重温飞龙服装的其中一段记忆。这段记忆淡出并浮现另一段记忆，同样的视角但不同的时间，布莱克再一次看到自己路过店铺的橱窗。越来越多影像流入，而它们全都是同样的场境，也全都不同样的只有时间。
当布莱克开始理解其中的含义时他问道：「等等…你只是在我路过那家店时才会苏醒？」
飞龙服装用更多的情感和影像来回应。孤独和渴望的感觉淹没了布莱克的思想。布莱克猜到飞龙服装一直在呼唤他并等待他把它领走，可是他从来没有踏进过服装店。最后，服装在记忆中的感情充满了愤慨和沮丧。在经历似乎永恒的独处后，它开始蓄存力量，不再等他到来而是追他而去。
布莱克不自觉地问：「但为什么会是我？」，他试图理解他到底在面对什么：「而你又是什么？」。在他发问时，飞龙已带领他们越飞越远，它看起来正在前往附近的山脉，或者是想找个山洞当成它的家。尽管他现在这种情况，布莱克有点好像龙的生活会是什么样子。
一些模糊的影像和感觉再次涌入布莱克的脑海，但他这次未能理解它们。似乎这头飞龙比起聪明的生物更像感性的动物，所以它不太可能传达复杂的概念。不过，布莱克越发明白到这套服装无意放他走。
这一刻，布莱克仔细考虑他至今为止在这疯狂的局面中有什么实用的情报，能让他找出逃脱的方法。布莱克有一部分的确对飞龙服装感到抱歉，但他绝对不可能让它像这样困住他。尽管这以一种奇怪的方式令布莱克一生的梦想成真，他真的害怕他永远不能全完控制自己。再者，即使他能作为飞龙活下去，他知道他不能就这样把以往的人生抛诸脑后。然而，尽管这可能有风险，他终究发现自己想至少尝试一下像龙一样飞翔。
「你可以…至少让我拥有点控制权吗？」布莱克问道，同时他稍稍努力地回收他的双臂…不，是他的双翼的控制。「我对这一切感到很抱歉，是真的。我不知道他须要我，但你不是就这样把我的人生抢…」忽然他的龙吻猛然闭上。布莱克费上好一会儿想要再次说话，他意识到飞龙服装显然决定已经听够了。又一阵愤怒和类似指责的情感淹没了布莱克的脑海，感觉这生物为它所经历的事在怪罪于他并认为他什么都不配得到。
由于布莱克不能再说话，他陷入恐慌并尝试思索出其它脱离飞龙服装的方法。终于，他推算如果这生物是这么情绪化的话，那也许通过情感交流才是最好的办法。虽然布莱克不能完全确定如何向飞龙服装传递他的感受，但是这是他唯一能想到的选择了。
布莱克尝试集中精神在他自己对现时情况的想法和感受上。他首先由对于从来没有留意到服装而感到有多么对不起开始，然后他专注于每当他想到就像这样被困住的恐怖，以及他有多渴望新亲自尝试飞行。事实上，当布莱克想得越多，就越被自己想要成为自主飞行的想法那个而感到惊讶。这不仅是因为他没有在操纵他的身体，而且是因为他离梦想成真就只差一步了。作为飞龙自由自在地飞翔是他多年以来梦寐以求的事，而现在他被拒之门外…这感觉真是痛苦极了。
接下来一段时间看来没什么改变，而飞龙仍旧在沿著山上前进。但是布莱克锲而不舍地努力以某种方式投射他的感情至另一个跟他共享身体的存在。又过了一会儿，布莱克感觉到飞龙的精神似乎有种犹豫不决和恐惧，它没有交还控制权，但似乎至少有在重新思考它的行为。
经过几分钟后，布莱克感觉他的龙吻和少数其他身体部分渐渐地放松，感觉就是飞龙服装在允许他再次开口。布莱克松了一口气并决定提议互相退让一步，这可能是现时最好的选择了，「我们有什么办法共同操纵这身体？」尽管他这样问，但他也不了解共享操控权是怎样共享。
从飞龙的精神专来更多的迟疑不决，但布莱克开始感觉它放松了肌肉的控制。虽然飞龙服装仍在控制他们的身体，但布莱克有种感觉，如果他想引导他们行动的话它不会阻止。一开始，他小心翼翼地四处伸长脖子，好好欣赏他之前漏掉的风光。布莱克从未在这么高的地方观察过日升谷，用这么厉害的眼力欣赏日升谷的夜影感觉似幻似真，他就好像身处另一个世界，俯视群人却没人知晓他的存在。
在东张西望好一会儿后，布莱克的脖子有种敦促的感觉，如同飞龙在尝试它的头拉回原位。显然他的动作令到这趟飞翔变得艰难，所以他顺从地让他们的脖子重新伸直向前。
布莱克明白到他须要更清楚去理解飞龙是怎样飞翔，他开始注意他们的动作。他集中精神在翅膀的动作和他们身体的角度。渐渐地，布莱克感觉他开始理解飞行的节奏，他尝试跟随飞龙服装同时拍动翅膀。头几次他成功令他们略微偏离了飞行路线，但在第十下后他们的动作同步起来了。
很快地，布莱克发现他能更清晰地感应到飞龙服装的想法，它犹如成为了他的第六感一样允许他们共同合作而不再是对抗。他能在不干扰他们的飞行的情况下匹配或调整他们的动作。慢慢地，布莱克把他们的飞行路线调整成环绕日升谷以让他能好好看风景。
随著时间推移，布莱克在飞行期间开始忘记他是在共享身体。他们的行动完美同步，甚至在半空中玩起了俯冲和花式。布莱克的思维和飞龙服装的本能合为一体，飞龙反射性地闭上眼睛，他的瞳孔从以前的窄缝形状变得圆润，在他重新张开眼睛时布莱克发现他拥有所有的控制权。布莱克新生的龙类本能在指导他，他笑着并准备使今晚成为他一生中的不眠之夜。
至少整个晚上都有他一生的时间。
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就在日出前的一刻，飞龙谨慎地降落到他的公寓的屋顶，至少是他生而为人时的家。一部分的他厌恶这个地方，但他明白他须要回归旧有的生活，至少须要一段时间。
慢慢地，飞龙用翅膀上的钩爪抓取它的胸部，直至钩到一条沿着肚皮的接缝。他脑海中飞龙服装的那部分告诉他接缝会在他想出现时出现在这里。在犹豫片刻过后，他将接缝拉开了。
一切立即出现变化。飞龙的思维分裂而布莱克突然感觉他的思想在跟飞龙服装分开后回复正常。刚才还充满生机的鳞片忽然变回橡胶材质，然后他们一边分离，一边响起巨大的吮吸声。之前紧身服装迅速变得太大…不，是他全身都在缩水，最奇怪的部分是他手指和手臂萎缩的感觉。当他们恢复原样时，布莱克兴幸长途飞行对他双手带来的肌肉酸痛都消失了。
看到自己身上的衣服重新出现，布莱克松了一口气，他踏出飞龙服装，踩到混凝土屋顶上。他在飞龙服装垮到地面前捉紧它并小心地抬到肩膀上。飞龙服装发出楚楚可怜的声音，就像害怕再被丢在衣架上一样，但布莱克知道它现在相信他了，不然它永远不会放他走。他们一起经历了太多小时，而且他们很快就会再次经历更多小时。
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观察记录：#36 飞龙服装
已知特性：具感知性、本能驱动、狭窄的希望波长、长距离的能量吸收、出色的转换效率
当前宿主：未知（划掉） 布莱克
有很长一段时间我认为这件服装是个失败作，因为足足一整年无人选择它，而它也对我的客户没有任何反应。虽然龙是在流行，但大部分人都偏好有手有翼而非只有翼的龙。
那一夜我发现这件服装在我店里横冲直撞时带给我不少惊喜！起初我想驱散它以防阻更多的损坏出现，但后来我决定随它追逐那个似乎唤醒它的人以了解情况。
有趣的是，尽管从来没有跟合资格的宿主进行物理接触，这件服装能持续追赶他两英里并独自捕捉到他。在融合后，这件服装跟宿主之间曾经出现争夺控制权的明显迹象，但在1.5小时后他们呈现出达至某种平衡。经过一晚的共生，他们还在分离时没有表现出任何冲突。至目前为止没有侦测到任何副作用。进一步的探知显示宿主是个名为布莱克的男性，对飞龙拥有十分强烈的痴迷。
主要调查方向为这件服装是如何获取如此大量的能量。虽然这不是首次有服装在被接触前就被唤醒，但在布莱克从未进入此建筑物的情况下它获取如此大量的能量就极为不寻常。即使宿主和服装为天生一对并且布莱克站在店铺前一小时也不可能收集足够能量。其中一种可能为服装在长时间喂食极少量能量后渐渐产生适应。但若是这样的话，恐怕我其余的商品也会发生类似的情况。
在任何状况之下，进一步研究飞龙服装的惊人能源效率将对发展我的杰作有重大帮助。
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