Yeah, I stole the name from a song, sue me. The two aren't related at all.

So, this is a story that  tkitcs won in a contest. After a little conversing, he and I came up with a plot that I think came out pretty nicely. Hope you guys enjoy!

(General rating because the drugs are not used, just mentioned)

(If you want the formatting with my special fonts for handwriting and such, download it! It looks much nicer there!)

Scott ©
Writing and all other Characters ©
Plot © The both of us!!

Scott, an anthro dragon, hummed to himself as he put the final touches on his new Rube Goldberg machine. Well, it couldn’t really be called that, since it wasn’t exactly one “machine”, but it still followed the Rube Goldberg style. He had been working for months on this project, and it was quite rewarding to see it completed. As he went around the room double checking all of his elements, he realized how proud he was of this plan. There were some simple maneuvers, like weight triggered devices, but there were more complicated things, such as a hawk and a dog he had he had trained to-
“Scotty? Scott! You still in here, babe?”
Scott perked up. “Yeah, I’m here, Liz” Scott’s heart skipped a beat as the sexy figure of Elizabeth, his lizard girlfriend of about a month or two, filled his doorway, .
“Is it ready?” She asked, switching her hip from one side of the doorway to the other, making Scott sweaty again.
“It should be...” He said, trying to hide his infatuation. “I’m in the middle of double checking everything right now.”
“That’s great! Oh, honey, once this contraption is all set up, we’ll finally be able to be together! Well, officially, that is.” She said, blushing a little.
Liz was currently engaged to another dragon named Cyrus, who was the owner of a rather large company called Flesher Inc. He had created an ingenious device that would replace damaged or missing areas of skin, fur, hair, scales, or any type of body material. What it did was scan the DNA and chemical properties of the material around the area that was getting fixed, and then recreate that material in the problem area through genetic cloning. He had already made billions on it, and his profits were only going up.
Naturally, he had many girls chasing after him, wanting to get in on his money. However, Liz wasn’t one of them. Unfortunately for her, her parents were more than happy with the idea. Wanting a good future for their daughter, they had used her father’s mayoral status to convince Cyrus that Elizabeth would be a good choice for a bride.
The problem with this was that, after only one date, Elizabeth almost immediately decided that the man was a jerk. He was loud, rude, and very untactful. After the date was over, he asked her if she wanted to “swing by his apartment and not watch a movie”. She almost slapped him!
Now for Scott. He had met Liz about three months ago when she called him for a massage, which was one of Scott’s professions. She came in, and Scott melted instantly. During the massage, he could barely help himself, but, at the risk of losing his job, he controlled himself. That isn’t to say he didn’t flirt a bit. He got her number, and they got together multiple times, but because of her engaged status, he never did anything with her, even though it was obvious they both wanted it. But, a few weeks after meeting, they met at Scott’s house for dinner and some games. However, a few drinks too many and a little bit of lust caused something to happen between the two of them. They confessed their love for each other, and then proceeded to act upon it by kissing, caressing, and (of course) a night of lovemaking. The next morning, after overcoming the bliss that results in waking up next to a loved one, they realized what a problem they’d created. In a mutual decision, they swore never to do anything of the sort again. Scott made sure she was well fed and restored before she left, and the two parted ways.
It was only a week later before Liz called Scott and told him she couldn’t get him out of her mind, and Scott confessed the same. They agreed to start seeing each other again, and to make plans to get rid of the threat Cyrus posed.
And now, two months later, their plan was finally being set into motion. The main idea was Scott’s, but Elizabeth had thrown in bits and pieces of her own handiwork along the way. They were snuggling and watching a movie at Scott’s when he finally figured out the plan.
“I’ve got it!” He almost shouted, jerking them both out of their mindless states.
“Got what?” Liz mumbled, half asleep.
“How we can get Cyrus! It’ll take a little doing, but I think it just may work.”
Liz sat straight up, no longer groggy. “Oh, Scott, that’s great!” She leaned up and kissed his cheek. “Come on, tell me!”
After returning her kiss with one of his own, Scott stood up and gave her his idea, pacing the floor as his plan continued running through his mind, making sure the ideas he had would work. “Well, It’s still a work in progress,” He reminded her, “but i think we can go somewhere with this. Cyrus is a well-established dragon. He has years of experience and hard work going in his favor.” At this statement, Scott pondered the merit behind destroying the life that this guy had taken so long to build up. However, it didn’t take much thinking to see that his love of money and ready acceptance to marry a woman against her will was more than enough reason to give him what he deserved. Contrary to what he’d said earlier about Cyrus doing a lot of hard work, he determined the guy hadn’t even worked that hard to get where he was. Also, Scott was almost positive that the idea was stolen. Where his certainty came from, he wasn’t sure, but as he looked over at Liz’s anxious eyes, he knew there was no turning back now.
He sucked in his breath and continued, “Anyways, if we could make him lose his societal standing, your parents wouldn’t want you to marry him anymore!” To her confused look, he replied, “Like, say he was... a drug dealer. He’d lose everything. His company, his credibility, his standing... All he’d have is his bail money and an experience worth more than money. The experience of getting your ass handed to you on a silver platter and having to rebuild everything you’ve created.”
“That sounds great, Scotty, but he’s not a drug dealer... I’ve been to every room in that mansion, and there’s nothing sketchy.”
Scott smiled a sinister smile. “He doesn’t have to be. He just has to look like one.”
Elizabeth’s eyes widened as she realized what Scott was suggesting. “Scotty, I don’t know about that...”
Scott went to his girl’s side and took her hands. “Babe, don’t you want to be rid of him?”
“Well, yes... but I-”
“Let me do this.” Scott cut her off gently. “If I could do it any other way, I would, but nothing’s coming to mind. This is the only way... I won’t be proud of it either, but if it helps you and teaches him a lesson he really does need, what’s the harm?”
Liz looked up at him and smiled, comforted by his words. “Okay, Scotty. Let’s do it.”
The planning took a while, but this was the basic setup: The first planting had to do with a hawk. It had taken some time, but after a little bit of snooping around Cyrus’s nearby mansion for a bird’s nest, Scott found one belonging to a hawk. (Cyrus believed security was a hassle he didn’t need to be bothered with, since he had no enemies, giving Scott no trouble in snooping.)
The special thing about this hawk’s nest was that it was on Cyrus’s patio, off to one corner, by a bunch of hanging plants and a small garden running alongside the patio. Scott knew that the bird would want to rush home as soon as it got the chance, and there was no way a few marijuana leaves tied to its leg would weigh it down too much. The bird would fly home, gnaw off the rope holding the drugs and then they would fall on the patio or in the nearby garden, and it would look like Cyrus had been growing illegal drugs.
However, Scott was pretty sure the police would need a little more evidence than that. He had wondered for days how he was going to pull this one off, when one day, while sun-bathing on a rock in his back yard, he figured out the perfect plan. Later that day, he went out and bought a little jack russell terrier he named Jake. The dog was white, which wasn’t a very good idea, since it’d be easier to spot, but as Scott was strolling through the pet store, he picked Jake for two reasons. First, it listened to him when he talked to it, and second, it was the cheapest.
Scott spent hours with Jake, training him to carry objects in his mouth for as long as possible, such as a ball, a stick, or more of the illegal leaves…
After Jake was properly trained, Scott snuck over to the mansion again, almost getting caught by a very surprised Cyrus as he was coming out of his house to go swimming in his solid gold swimming pool. Scott was on his way out of the yard when Cyrus, stark naked and carrying a purple dinosaur pool floatie, threw open the back door and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Scott’s lithe, hooded figure leaping over his fence.
As a result, Cyrus installed higher fences, and a camera system. However, Scott, through sneaking around outside the wooden fence, learned that the cameras were shut off for about two hours each day, so if the police ever needed to look at them, they wouldn’t see his afternoon skinny dips. Luckily, the fence was built so tall, that Jake could easily squeeze under.
And now, they were standing in Scott’s house, ready for his plan to be set in motion. It was 3:27, which meant there was an hour and three minutes left before the cameras turned back on.
Everything was ready. It was finally time to end this creep. However, just as Scott reached for the ball to start the machine, the doorbell rang. He groaned and mumbled “Perfect timing… Liz, get the door please, I’ve gotta hide the drugs just in case.”
Liz nodded and happily skipped off towards the door in an effort to make it seem like everything was normal. Scott watched her go, and then hid the items out of sight.
He waited only a few seconds before Liz came back, holding a letter. “Somebody dropped this off for you... Here you go!” She handed him the letter, and Scott began to read.
Dearest Scott,
It’s Coltores! Hey, I heard about some Emerald Flame Dungeon challenge that was going on, and wanted you to join me! Something about scrounging around a dungeon filled with traps and monsters just felt like something i should invite you to. I hope you can come with! The directions are on a separate sheet of paper I’ve included. Oh, and please come alone. This is a very exclusive event starting this Friday.
Your Buddy,
Coltores
Scott groaned as he realized what day it was, Friday. Coltores must’ve forgotten to account for the time it would take to send the letter. Irritated, Scott tossed the letter onto a table in the room, watching it as it fell gently. Liz, noticing Scott’s expression, walked over to the letter and picked it up, a concerned look on her face.
“But today’s Friday…” She said, figuring it out.
“Nice job. You got that one on the first try.” Scott said, not realizing his word until they were out of his mouth. “Liz, I-”
“Save it.” She said. These mini arguments were common between them, but it didn’t change how they felt about each other. “I’m going home to take a bath. Start the machine, and you better hope to God I don’t come back to find the house surrounded by curious police officers.”
She stomped away, and slammed the door on her way out, making a picture of Scott and Colotres fall from the wall. Scott dove and caught it and looked at the two of them. Thanks, buddy... Now I have all this to deal with... Scott sighed and looked out the window. He’d deal with Liz later, and he knew they’d be fine, since they’d gotten over way bigger arguments than this. However, Scott knew time was of the essence, and he hurried back upstairs to his machine. With a quick, final check and an anxious heart, he started the process.
The first mechanism was quite simple. It was just him dropping a ball onto what looked like a miniature see-saw, like the one in mouse trap. On the other side was a weight, which was connected through a pulley system to the door of a rather large birdhouse, which was up in the corner of the room. Scott scrunched against the back wall; hoping to stay out of the hawk’s sight, in case it was still angry about being captured.
The hawk burst out of its cage, screeching and throwing a fit. It obviously wasn’t as comfortable in the birdhouse as Scott had tried to make it. The bird flew over to the window and scratched at the glass, crying out desperately to free. Scott slapped his face. I forgot to open the window!! So much for the cleverness of opening the cage without being seen.
Scott crept over to the window, trying to stay hidden. He waited impatiently for the bird to stop trying and take a break. When it finally did, Scott dashed up to the window and started fiddling with the lock, trying to force it open. With a click, the window unlocked, and the hawk made a mad dash toward the freedom offered by the outdoor world.
However, Scott didn’t have enough time to get out of the way. The hawk’s talons grazed his head on its way out, scratching off one of his scales. Scott yelped and dove for the bird, trying to dislodge his scale from in between the hawk’s talons, but to no avail. The bird flew off, heading straight for Cyrus’s mansion.
“Oh no… this is bad…” Scott muttered to himself, shaking uncontrollably. “When I have the police find the drugs, they’re going to find my scale! Plus, Cyrus has met me… he knows what I look like… He’ll see the scale and come get me…”
Frantic, Scott decided to release Jake. Jake was running around outside, wearing an earpiece. As soon as Scott made the trigger sound, a glass bottle breaking, Jake was trained to run to the fence, get under it, leave the drugs in the garden, switching them for a doggie biscuit Scott planted the day he was caught, and run home. The earpiece was for any additional instructions Scott would’ve given him, but given the current situation, there was no time to worry about that. Scott flipped a switch to turn on the ceiling fan and left the room, panicking.
The fan, which had knives stuck to the ends of the blades, started cutting a rope which led outside, holding the bottle which would fall and break on a cement block in Jake’s play area. Scott made it this way so that he wouldn’t be visible to Jake when the trigger was set off, for the little guy adored him, and sometimes became torn between whether to run to Cyrus’s or stay by his buddy.
The rope, which was held in place by a hook in the ceiling, swayed back and forth as the fan blades nipped at it, testing the strength of the fraying material. A few minutes later, the rope gave. A loud crash followed by frantic barking, signaled this to Scott. Then, silence ensued as Jake picked up the evidence, and trotted off toward the mansion.
Meanwhile, Scott was making a call to the police. After two rings, a deep voice answered, “Police.”
Scott held back a scowl as he heard the uninterested, daft voice on the other end. Apparently, being a police officer wasn’t as important to some people as it should’ve been. “Yeah, hello?” Scott answered, anger ebbing away into his fear. “I… I have reason to believe Cyrus has a stash of marijuana somewhere around his house. It’s sickening to me to see someone in as good of a place as him doing something as sick and twisted as this. I demand you send someone over there to check it out.”
The officer on the other line started to sound interested. “You sure? I wouldn’t want to bother him if this isn’t real. Also, know that if this is a joke, you still have an opportunity to not go to jail. Just hang up right now.”
Scott snarled under his breath and said “Of course I’m being honest. Just get over there. Bring a few cops, since it’ll take a little doing before they can even find the back yard.”
“What did you just say?” The officer said, clearly offended.
Dang it, no! Stop it Scott, stay on task! “I mean… it’s a really big house. It’s a lot of ground to cover. It’ll take a while to find it if it’s in his backyard.”
The policeman huffed and reluctantly said, “We’ll send a patrol over there. This better be real. For your sake.” He slammed down the phone.
Scott exhaled deeply, taking in his victory. He looked at a clock on the wall. 3:54. His mind raced as he tried to think of what had probably happened. The hawk had definitely made it there by now, and Jake was probably just arriving, if he hadn’t already. Either way, Scott decided it was best that he not stay in town for a little while, and Coltores’s dungeon invitation was a perfect excuse to leave.
After gathering a few personal items, and writing a note to stick on his door explaining where he’d gone, Scott left his house. As he was turning the key to lock his front door, he heard an enraged voice scream his name.
“SCOTT! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” It was Cyrus. He was carrying the drugs that had been tied to the hawk’s leg. In his other hand, was Scott’s scale. Scott turned and ran, hoping he was faster than the furious creature behind him, but to no avail. The other dragon leapt at Scott, and tackled him to the ground. Off in the distance, Scott heard sirens. As he squirmed underneath Cyrus, and idea formed in his mind. In order to get to Cyrus’s mansion, the police would have to go past his house. If he could get the police to notice the attack, he may be able to make it out of this mess.
“Cyrus! I don’t know what you’re talking about! What’s going on?!” Scott tried to sound as innocent as he could.
“You know exactly what’s wrong, you twerp! I found your scale in the hawk’s talon! You are so dead!” Cyrus slashed at Scott’s face, missing by inches as Scott wiggled to the side.
“Oh come on, Cyrus!” Scott taunted, “Is that all you got? Let me feel the burn!”
Scott hoped his setup wasn’t as obvious as he made it sound. Cyrus inhaled and spewed flames at Scott’s face. Scott’s scales withstood the burns, but as he planned, the drugs didn’t. They shriveled and crumpled, leaving nothing in the bigger dragon’s claws except for Scott’s scale. Cyrus snarled in anger, as he realized he had destroyed his evidence. Good, he hasn’t found the stuff Jake brought.
Using the momentary distraction, Scott slithered an arm out from under Cyrus, slugged him in the stomach, making him drop the scale, and dashed off towards the street. He waved his arms frantically, flagging down the squad car which was just past Scott’s driveway. The car’s tires screeched as the brakes were slammed. It did a quick U-turn, accidentally popping over the curb, and sped back to Scott.
The officer in the passenger seat threw open his door, leapt out of his seat, gun in hand, and yelled, “Freeze!”
Scott fell to his knees, defeated. Cyrus must’ve called them in advance… They knew what was going on. He was busted.
“Don’t come any closer! Don’t move or I’ll shoot!” The officer yelled, standing right over Scott.
Scott looked up and sarcastically snapped, “I’m not even moving, idiot. How the-“He cut himself short as soon as he realized that the gun was pointed at Cyrus, not him. Cyrus was standing with his hands up, snarling at Scott. “You’ll pay for this, Scott. I swear I’ll end you.”
“Just like you ended your business by going crazy and growing marijuana?” Scott retorted, desperately trying to say the right thing to get himself out of this.
“WHAT?! You framed me! You had the hawk fly it over!” Cyrus yelled.
The officer who was driving got out of the car and smirked. “Yeah, I just checked with the guys over at your place. There’s a hawk there alright.” Scott’s blood ran cold. “But,” the policeman continued, “they say that thing is so wild and crazy they have to put it down. There’s no way this guy trained it.”
Scott’s heart nearly stopped beating. Was he really getting off the hook? Cyrus’s accusations turned into pleas and groveling, “But… But… I saw it! It flew over my fence with the drugs on its leg and one of Scott’s scales stuck in its talons!”
Scott stood up and clicked his tongue. “Tsk, tsk. Those hallucinations are insane, aren’t they Cyrus?”
Cyrus’s mouth dropped wide open in disbelief. He stared at Scott, eyes filled with hatred as the policemen drug him off. They shoved him in the backseat, slammed the doors, and drove off.
Scott stood in place for a while, taking in all that had just happened. He could hear Jake barking down the street, probably coming home. Perfect. Now there’d be more evidence at the mansion. He looked at his watch. 4:04. No way Jake was still there when the cameras turned back on. They had done it. It was a dream come true. Scott went back to the note he’d left on the door and read over it.
To Whom It May Concern:
If you need me, I will be gone for… well, who knows how long. I’ll be back when I get back.
To Liz:
Don’t worry about our little problem anymore. It all worked out. See you soon, babe.
Scott looked at his note. It felt rather… empty. If he read that from someone, he’d probably get upset. It was written in pen, however, and he couldn’t erase what had been said. Being very lovey-dovey or poetic was never really his strong suit.
He thought hard, but only two words were coming to mind. He wasn’t sure if it was the kind of thing you wrote on a note saying you’re going to be gone for as long as you please, but he couldn’t wait any longer. He went up to the note, sucked in his breath, and scribbled the two words that would change their lives forever:
Marry me.