Scent Removal Services
#23 of Patreon Reward Vignettes
A direct followup to Eon Rider's last vignette. Eon told me that I could write whatever I wanted and he'd like it. I was a good boy and included him in it in a similar role to last time: Getting trolled by pollen and one of my more obscure characters. This time it's Seemer, a shapeshifter who likes to flirt and play tricks.
Contains: References to Semen, Flirty Feral Dragon Time, Playing Disinterested, Swollen Reptilian Groin Slits, Seismic Toss, Rampant Wildflower Destruction, Transformation, Sneezing, Shrinking, Canvas-Tops and Implied Vore.
Eon the dragon is EonaRider
Seemer is my bat boi
Heck, I forgot to include his hat. And his sunglasses I suppose but that was a deliberate choice to omit. He'd be a suspicious dragon in big chunky 80s shades.
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Eon groaned weakly as he clambered out of the river. The dragon fluffed his feathered wings and turned his snout to sniff at the moist down. He winced a bit. "Ugh... I'm gonna smell like cum for weeks..."
A shimmering, dark blue sparkle cast triangles of sapphire light against the surface of the hybrid dragon's white wing. When Eon turned his head to look, there was nothing there but the deep shadows of a cave opening. Was that cave there before?
Before the dragon could ponder that too deeply, a dark, leathery skinned dragon emerged from the shadows of the cavern entrance, with a nose spike on the top of his blunted snout tip and large ridged ears framing his elegant horns. The black dragon stepped further into the light, showing himself to be much the same size as Eon, with membranous wings draped around his flanks hiding most of his body. However his four legs displayed powerful cords of muscle beneath the smooth hide.
The lighter dragon felt a blush come to his cheek at this newcomer. Something about him exuded an aura of dominance that struck Eon somewhere primal in his mind. The feather-winged dragon shook his wings out a bit more and turned his head to pretend to preen, trying to look disinterested.
Slowly, the leathery drake wound his way into the direct sunlight, eyes sparkling like sapphires. He whipped his spaded tail about behind him as he extended one wing out, displaying that his barrel was just as well-built as his limbs to the blushing dragon. "Need help drying off...?"
Eon eyed this display, his trident tail flicking about as well while his hind legs fidgeted. "What do you want?" He couldn't control his blush. This other dragon was quite the looker. Maybe even able to help the feather-wing forget about the... days? Weeks? He couldn't even tell... that he'd spent captive.
"Smelled you from a mile away~" The black dragon chortled and reared onto his rear limbs, using his tail to balance like a tripod as he not so subtly showed off the musculature of his underside and the fullness of his slit. "From the sound of things you'd rather it go away. Understandable, given the kinds of creatures who might be attracted by it."
"Are you one of those?" The white dragon squinted a bit, though he couldn't deny he was tempted, carnal pleasure with another of his kind something he only got to partake on special occasions.
"Oh, I can help you get rid of it." The bat-winged dragon casually rotated, tail curling around his feet as they shifted to show off his back. His outstretched wingtip lightly caressed Eon on the way by, to boot. "And I'm not just talking about replacing it with my own scent or anything. "
Eon quivered at the light stroke on his throat and cheek. Despite the leathery appearance, the dark dragon was smooth and soft to the touch... "Oh, I would very much appreciate that..."
"May I?" The stranger completed his full rotation by taking a bipedal lunge. At the same time his forelegs hooked under Eon's own, bringing them both rampart, almost as if to dance. His wings stayed outstretched, raising up until the thumb claws nearly touched one another over his horns.
The white feathered drake blushed deeply at this, and nodded. "Please."
The blue-eyed dragon glanced aside and smirked. "He said please." With a sudden, powerful grip, the black drake beat his leathery wings and lifted off the ground, taking Eon with him into the air.
At being so easily hefted up, the trident-tailed dragon yelped, instinctually holding on as well, his own wings still too waterlogged to let him fly! He looked around, getting disoriented as they began to spiral.
The stranger turned the spiral into a spinning disk with skillful angling of his wings, letting inertia grow stronger in its desire to turn the spin into a straight trajectory. "A Seemer is never what he Seems." The drake crooned teasingly. He let the momentum take hold, releasing the other dragon towards the lush flowerbed that the riverside fed.
Eon flailed, spinning laterally and unable to control his flight due to his sodden wings. Thankfully the ground was soft and the many plants made the impact gentle. The flowers didn't fare so well, petals flying everywhere as roots were dug up. A yellow mass of dust sprayed an aerosol into the air. All together grass stains and former blossoms stuck all over his still moist wings and some even to his scales while the powdery golden substance started to settle onto him.
The dark drake spun faster, tightening his wings... and a kaleidoscope of sapphire facets enveloped the spinning bundle as it shrank down and spun faster and faster, a blue disco ball which suddenly shattered. Gleefully grinning, a mostly feral bat beat his wings again. He was, however, wearing clothes. A sleeveless letterman jacket covered his torso, and his feet proudly displayed blue star-branded sneakers of the canvas-top variety. "Ta-Da!" Seemer cackled as he looked over the mess he'd made of Eon.
The mussed up dragon was about to respond when the inhale to do so dragged a good bit of the dust into his nose. The itch there sent his eyes wide. Pollen. He groaned in distress, too tired to be afraid or angry. The groan turned into a series of sharp inhales, swelling his chest as the pollen did its work.
From Seemer's perspective there was another burst of pollen as smoke enveloped the dragon. The bat perked, pausing in mid-wingbeat to put a breathing mask over his leaf-nose snout. Once it was situated he glided down to the crater the dragon had formerly occupied. The beating of his wings as he landed sufficiently dispersed the smoke. There, in the middle of the mess, was his mark, tiny. A mere one hundredth of his former size.
Eon groaned, rubbing his nose.
The bat planted his shoes down on either side of the tiny dragon. "Wow... looks like you're actually a bug, not a dragon."
The feathered drake bristled and stood to his total height of one foot when reared up on his hind legs.
The three-foot something bat licked his lips. "I eat bugs."