This story was a request from NoXVZhuusox who not only requested a story but showed me a new fandom to join. I've had fun looking at this fandom, so here's the story. Hope you enjoy it.
The Human Dragon
I don't own Dragon Booster
"Beau?" Artha called out, walking into the stable stall the dragon slept in. "Beau, where are you?" It was kind of hard to miss a dragon as large as Beau.
Artha looked around. Beau was nowhere in sight. "Lance?" he called. "Have you seen Beau?"
"No," Lance called back, "Isn't he in his stall?"
"If he was in his stall, do you think I'd be asking where he was?" Artha asked, poking his head out of the stable. "You haven't seen him?"
"Nope," Lance said, going back to playing with his remote-control jousting dragon. "Maybe Parm has?"
Artha shrugged and went back into the stable, standing at the entrance of the stall. He was about to move when he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. "Who's there?" he asked, grabbing the closest thing that could be used for a weapon, a shovel he had used to clean the stable. "Who's there?" he said again, stepping further into the stall.
"Artha," a voice said from the shadows, deep and familiar, but Artha knew he had never heard the voice before. "It's me."
"Who's me?" Artha asked, levering the shovel up.
"Beau," the voice said again, stepping out of the shadows. The boy looked about the same age as Artha, but was taller with dark hair that had blonde streaks through it and deeply tanned skin. And he was naked, wrapped just in the blanket Artha had left there, for nights he would spend in the stall with Beau.
Artha held the shovel like a bat. "Don't come any closer," he said, "What did you do to my dragon?"
"I am Beau," the boy said, taking a step closer to him.
"I don't believe you," Artha said, shaking slightly. "Stay back. What did you do to my dragon?"
"I am your dragon," he said again, taking a step closer, finally close enough to take the shovel from Artha's shaking hands. "Believe me Artha."
Artha looked at the taller boy, looking deep into his eyes, they were the same color as Beau's. "Beau?" he asked, reaching out to run his fingers over the boy's face. "What happened to you?"
"I don't know Artha," Beau said, leaning into Artha's touch, just like he had when he was a dragon. "I just woke up like this."
"Artha, did you find…" Lance trailed off as he entered the stall. "Who's that?"
Beau and Artha looked at each other, unsure of what to say to the younger boy.
"Is that your boyfriend?" Lance asked, leaning against the door frame. "Why isn't he wearing any clothes?"
"Because I had no need for clothing when I went to sleep last night," Beau said eventually. "As I was a dragon."
Lance gave Beau a quick once over. "Okay," he said, "Parm's looking for you Artha. He said something about wanting to run some things for the next race." Having said his piece, Lance left, no longer interested with what his older brother was doing with the naked boy in the dragon's stall.
Beau and Artha gave each other another look. "Clothes first," Artha said. "Then we'll deal with Parm."