The Dinner Debacle

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A little story commissioned by a slutty little dragon. Not content to be silly on his own time, Torin seems eager to get silliness to come to him.

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The Dinner Debacle For Torin By Draconicon

"Hey, slut, why don't you go get the drinks ready? Dinner's gonna be here soon."

The big blue dragon's laughter chased the gold one out of the room, and Torin's blush only got worse as their guest started chuckling along with their host.

Stupid Kilian and his stupid camera-man, Torin thought as he nosed several of the cupboards open, using his tail and his mouth to pull the right glasses down. Wine glasses and normal ones, set down on the kitchen island. A very big kitchen island, considering that Kilian was a feral dragon like him. He slithered around it, leaning up on his hind legs to look on top of the giant fridge, and then over some of the other cupboards, trying to see where the big blue had left the wine bottles.

As he searched, the events at the mall kept coming back to him. How he'd been relentlessly teased, how he'd been pinned in the middle of a grocery store, how he'd begged for cock...

And how Killian had gotten a recording of the whole thing from someone, and put it on a DVD. Torin blushed worse as he remembered the latest replay of it, with Kilian's friend Necross there to see it too. So much for an ordinary night at dinner.

Ooooh, he makes me so frustrated, I could just -

He hmmphed again as he slammed one front paw down on the top of a set of cabinets, and almost lost his balance in the process. The golden dragon wibble-wobbled back and forth, windmilling his front legs, his wings, and his tail to keep from falling over onto the hot stove or onto the island with all the expensive glasses.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoaaaaaaaaa....Whew."

He ended up with one hind-leg on the island, one front leg on a counter, one in a cupboard, and the last hindleg on the floor. Torin smiled, and then paused.

"Uh...."

He blushed.

"Help!"

"Oh, what is it now?"

"I'm...kinda stuck."

"I'm coming, I'm coming."

The door opened as Kilian nosed it out of the way, and the big blue paused. Torin knew precisely how silly it looked, like a game of Twister spread out on floor and counters, with him turned every which way.

"How did you even..."

"I don't know! Help me down!"

"You are such a silly dragon..."

After about a minute - the whole of which was taken up with Kilian relentlessly teasing him about how clumsy he was - Torin was back on all fours, and the blue dragon pointed out the wine bottles. Underneath the stove. Who in the world put wine beneath the stove?

"Now, make sure that it's served at the right temperature, and don't go poking your nose into the cabinet next to that."

"Why? What's next to it?"

"Potions that I'm working on. Now, get to work, little slut dragon."

Little slut...mmmph! Why you...I'll...I'll...

Whipping his tail in annoyance, Torin turned back to the cabinet that Kilian had pointed out. Using his teeth to get the wine bottle out was easily done, and he put it in an ice-bucket to chill for a few minutes. But...

His curiosity, as usual, got the better of him, and he opened the other cabinet door. Spotting a whole series of bottles, the gold dragon couldn't help but put them out for a closer look, looping his tail around all of the bottle necks at once and dragging them onto the kitchen island.

After he spread them out, he realized just how little he understood about them. Sure, they were labeled, but almost completely with chemical names and different compounds that he didn't understand. His head started spinning as he tried to read one, then the other, and he started scratching his head with his tail in the way that someone would do when trying to understand a hard textbook.

"Gaaaah, why's he gotta make it so hard?"

Grumbling, he sorted through the different bottles, trying to find one that actually was written the way that normal people would describe things. Couldn't Kilian have just put 'Horny Potion' or 'Sleep Potion' or something like that on it, like in all the cartoons? Why did he have to make it all so complicated? It was like he didn't want someone to play with his -

"Hmm?"

Torin's annoyance was instantly forgotten as he found one that was marked by a picture, and a picture only. It showed a silhouette of a person, then an arrow, followed by at silhouette dripping. Almost like they were sweating a lot.

He giggled a bit. Kilian always thought that he was so cool; maybe he should make the big dragon sweat a bit. And it looked pretty harmless, after all. What was wrong with being a sweaty guy for a bit, other than a bit of embarrassment?

Putting the other potions away, Torin put the bottle down on the floor.

"Okay, now...carefully...carefully..."

Deciding that the best way to get the cork out would be to pull it out with his teeth, the gold dragon leaned in. He turned his head to the side, and lined up his fangs with the cork. Biting in was easy enough, and after getting a good grip, he started wiggling his head backwards. The cork started loosening right away, and he grinned.

Oh, Kilian, I'll get you. Soon, you won't be so cool. You'll look like those nervous, sweaty guys instead of the cool, collected ones. See how tough and dominant you look then, hehehe.

With one last tug, he yanked the cork free...but the bottle decided it wanted to come along for the ride. Torin blinked as he looked down at the blank space between his front paws, and then turned his head upwards to see the bottle spinning around wildly. His mouth flopped open, the cork hitting the ground as the potion hit him. Right in the face.

"Gah! Ptooey! Gaaaaaah! Kilian!"

"What now, Torin?"

"Your potions taste horrible!"

"My - I told you not to touch those!"

Torin shook his head. Well, the surprise was out of the bag, now, but he supposed he could deal with being a sweaty dragon all night. After all, it just meant that he'd be a bit smelly when the day was over.

He was shaking off his wings, flinging the potion all over the room, when Kilian walked in. The blue dragon paused, staring at him for a second.

"You...got it on you?"

"It fell all over me! I just wanted to get back at you a bit, it's not my fault!"

"Which potion did you use?"

"Um..."

He looked up, and Kilian joined him in the act. The potion bottle hung from the cabinet just above his head, and chose that moment to tilt forward and spill the rest of its load over him. Torin hunched forward, glaring past a waterfall of horrible-tasting liquid. His mouth turned down into a definite frown as Kilian hid a grin.

The bottle followed, though Kilian at least saved him from getting smashed in the head by that. The bigger dragon turned the bottle around, and then slapped a forepaw across his face.

"What? What did I do?"

"Do you even know what this is?"

"Potion to make someone sweaty?"

"...No. It turns you into a gooey version of your normal self."

"WHAT?!"

Torin immediately hopped back, and his eyes went wide at the squelching sound he heard as soon as he hit the ground. The gold dragon looked down at himself, and his eyes went wider still.

"AHHH! Get it off, get it off, get it off!"

He flailed ineffectually at his paws, the toes already a green color and turning semi-solid, and the color was spreading up his legs. It kept on moving, no matter how many times he scrubbed at it with his other paws, no matter how he flailed around with his tail. It just kept crawling up his legs, further and further, and as it did, he started getting smaller and smaller, shrinking towards the ground.

Torin ran back and forth, trying to shake off the goo, but all he managed to do was wiggle his way from one side of the kitchen to another. He barely missed Kilian on several points, who hopped up on top of the island to get out of the way.

By the time the goo reached his belly, he was utterly exhausted, and flopped down on the floor, legs outstretched around him.

"You done panicking, now?"

"Too tired...panic done..."

"Good. Well, it looks like you didn't overdose, at least. You'll just be a smaller goo-dragon for the rest of the night. Maybe for tomorrow, too."

"Mmmph..."

"...Don't tell me you like it."

"...Maybe."

He blushed as he felt the goo spreading up along his sides, past his crotch and into his cock, and even back towards the spots under his tail. Torin wiggled - something surprisingly easy for his increasingly goo-like body to do - as his cock started sliding out, but could only barely feel it between his belly and the kitchen floor, almost like it was...like it was sliding inside of his gooey body?

The goo spread up along his neck, and then towards his head, before he felt like he was being watched. He turned - his vision starting to go green - and saw another dragon. An anthro dragon, his friend's guest.

"Uh...hi..."

"Heh, hello there, you bubbly little thing...Is this the slut that was on the video, Kilian?"

"Yeah, and apparently he's found a new fetish."

"The transforming, or the goo?"

"The goo, I think."

"Heh...well, he's a good little goo dragon."

Torin was helpless, his voice little more than a liquidy burble as the guest - Necross, that was his name - leaned in and pinched his ass. His tail went up, and due to the size changing...

Well, dinner was delayed while he serviced the guest, to put it mildly.

The End