Out Goes the Pup, In Comes the Drake
#72 of Patreon Reward Vignettes
Ninth Vignette for Basil! In a break from the pattern, this is for a mutual friend of ours, Smokey!
Tris is checking into the Treetop Inn, and Smokey, as the owner, decides to greet his friend and personally guide him to his room! This could not possibly have any other meanings, no sirree.
Contains: Pregnant Males, Size Difference, Transformation, Dramatic Dragon Action, Implied Male Unbirth, Possessive Predatory Teasing and Flustered Bigger Prey.
If you like the setting of this, Smokey has a ton of stories taking place at the Treetop Inn.
Tris is me
Smokey is Smokescale Aquatos
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A black labrador standing about six and a half feet tall stood at the front desk of the world-renowned Treetop Inn. He seemed oblivious to the bustle around him, listening carefully to the instructions being given by the vixen seated behind the desk. Thus, he was surprised to hear a familiar voice cut through it.
"Tris! You made it!" A blue and grey dragon approached, standing between nine and ten feet tall. He was dressed in soft, comfortable clothes, draped around his body and over his prodigious, pregnant belly. This was Smokescale Aquatos, the owner and proprietor of the resort. But to the pup, he would always be-
"Smokey!" The shorter dog pivoted, forgetting the check-in process entirely to lunge into a hug. At the height difference, however, the labrador's head rested atop the dragon's baby bump. His tail beat around behind him rapidly as he held on tight. "Like I'd pass up a direct invitation..."
With a claw running through the shock of heliotrope dyed into the dog's long head-fur, Smokey chuckled. "You know, each time I see you again you're in a different guise. Skunk, Zebra, Ferret, Deer..."
Tris blushed softly, mid-press into the rubbing claw. "I go with where my mood takes me... It's easier to fit in when I'm smaller though."
"Look around. There's no need for that here." The water dragon gestured with his free hand with a warm smile.
Glancing about, the labrador pulled away from the big grey-scaled belly. Indeed, there were beasts far larger than the Inn's owner about just in the lobby. He fidgeted for a moment, taking another step back, took a deep breath and let it go. Rather than just breath and stress released, a silvery mist gushed forth from his mouth and nostrils. The vaporous substance billowed and curled, twisting in midair to come back towards the dog's body.
Rapidly, Tris' whole frame was obscured in the flowing cloud. Against natural fluid dynamics it did not seek to dissipate, swirling for a moment, before the whole thing surged larger. The cause became clear as a pair of broad black and white wings burst forth from the vapor into view, from higher than where the dog's head had been. The wings spread outward, membranes growing taut between the digits, and then snapped down firmly.
All at once the silvery mist dissipated, revealing another bipedal dragon standing a good four feet taller than Smokey at the very least. Tristan waved away some residual cloudiness around his chest, giving his spaded tail a swish. Unlike the water dragon, his darker ventral scales continued up his lower jaw to where his lips met, giving the appearance of a seam running from his jaws down his throat on either side. The simple tee shirt and jeans that the canine had been wearing were replaced with similarly flowing lavender fabrics, draped in the same style as his host's.
"You're such a drama queen, Tris." Smokey smirked up at his friend.
Smirking broadly, the lunar dragon ran a claw through his mane. "You love it."
"I'll take care of this guest." The proprietor addressed the clerk behind the check-in desk.
The vixen nodded, staring. It wasn't the weirdest thing she'd seen working there, but it was different.
Smokey took Tristan claw in claw and started to guide him out of the lobby. "Come along you big goob, I'll show you to where you'll be staying."
"So..." The black and white dragon offered after perhaps fifteen seconds of silence. "How's Alex doing?"
Finding an alcove away from many guests, Smokey twirled around to face the taller drake. "She's doing fine and has no intention of leaving." His free hand cradled his belly with a stroking motion that Tristan recognized all too well. A sort of benevolent possessiveness lay in that gesture, one that the lunar dragon had grown quite weak to.
Giggling and reaching to give the broad grey dome a rub, Tristan stooped down a bit. "How draconic has she gotten by now?"
The water dragon's smile broadened into a smirk, as the hand that had been guiding the larger male along touched down on the back of Tristan's neck, running through his mane in a manner very similar to how he cradled his belly. "Why don't you see for yourself?"
Blush flooding the white upper half of his face into a bright pink, the larger dragon suddenly felt smaller than when he had been in his canine guise. He swallowed nervously, looking up to his friend and host's expression.
Smokey's smile was assured and broad. "I told you I'd be showing you where you'll be staying, didn't I?"