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"Gentlemen, welcome." A serene-looking stag greeted the pair of dragons, snapping them out of their enraged staring contest. Both drakes had, in some effort to intimidate the other, opted to wear ceremonial armor that hung heavily on them. The stag, for his credit, seemed to have no reaction towards the visible animosity between his guests.

"Alabaster is pleased to host your diplomatic conference." He said, quietly. "Our city is proudly non-violent. Therefore, you will not need your armor. We will happily store that safely for you."

Both dragons immediately let out long, smoky breaths through their noses.

"Nonsense." The diplomat from The Chalklands growled. "This is the armor of a Chalkland Diplomat, going back as far as-"

"I'm sorry, Ambassador Zaryn." The stag interrupted, with surprising force despite his low volume. "I don't have any interest in hearing about draconic bloodlines. Your armor will be kept perfectly safe here, and clothing will be provided for your stay."

The dragons were silent once more, glaring at the stag and at each other.

"Very well. I doubt this little visit will take long." The diplomat from the Far Reaches snarled.

"I wouldn't be so sure." The stag replied, getting even dirtier looks. "I'm afraid our beloved Overlord is out of the city for the time being. He's due back in about a week."

The stag smiled calmly as both diplomats growled and grumbled their complaints, then silenced them both with a raised hand.

"Come along. We'll get your new clothing fitted." He said, and the dragons stomped angrily after him and into the city proper.

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"You can't possibly be serious." Ambassador Onyx of the Far Reaches said, as he looked over the mannequins bearing all the approved clothing.

The stag had led them to a small tailor's shop, told them to feel free to browse their selections while they waited, and promptly disappeared. Alabaster had a relatively strict dress code, especially for outsiders, but neither dragon expected the acceptable clothing choices to be quite so... revealing.

"Is something the matter?" Ambassador Zaryn said, a smirk curling on his lips. "Afraid to show off what's under all that armor?"

Abruptly, the tailor entered, and Onyx's retort was cut short. Both dragons straightened their posture a little, in an attempt to look more confident and tempered than the other.

The tailor was a short sergal with blue and grey fur. He strode eagerly out in front of them, and smiled, excitedly, up at both of them.

"Armor off, gentlemen. Don't be shy." He instructed. He even clapped his hands, in a non-verbal "chop-chop".

Both dragons grumbled a little, but complied, and piece by piece, the armor began to come off. The sergal circled both of them, almost skipping as he helped undo laces and collected pieces of priceless dragon armor and set them aside for safe keeping.

Both dragons took notice of his expression. He was enjoying this. It made sense, of course, that the tailor in this place would enjoy the sight of nearly bare men.

Both, unaware of the other, tried to determine which of them he seemed more excited about. It was almost unconscious. Both of them felt a swell of pride each time the tailor's nimble fingers lingered for a little as he helped lift the armor from their powerful frames, or each time they noticed his smile widen a little as more of their scaled bodies were revealed.

Finally, both sets of armor were laying in heaps, and both dragons stood in nothing but their loincloths.

"Wonderful." The sergal said, clapping his hands together and looking hungrily at the both of them.

"Now, gentlemen, do either of you have any styles you're interested in?" He asked, walking back and forth and behind them as they both subconsciously flexed a little and tried to look stronger and more impressive than the other.

They glanced over at each other, sizing each other up, before finally Zaryn spoke.

"I think I like the transparent silk." He said. "After all. I am rather proud of my physique, and have no shame in showing it off."

Onyx began to speak up, only for the tailor to cut him off with a pleased clap of hands.

"Wonderful! I completely agree, you'd look lovely draped in silk." He said, stepping forward and running a clawed finger gently down the dragon's arm. Then, with a toothy smile, he looked up at Onyx. "And you, Ambassador Onyx? Something a little less revealing?"

"No! No, I think I'd like the same." He said, puffing his chest out. "We in the Far Reaches hold ourselves to a very high standard, after all. I've got nothing hide." He said, with just enough bite to get an eye roll from the other diplomat.

The tailor, however, didn't seem to notice.

"Wonderful. Let me just get my bag!" He said, trotting off into a back room with glee.

The dragons stood, loinclothed, and glaring sideways at each other. Both puffed up their chests slightly, flexed their arms, lifted their chins and tensed their jaws.

The tailor returned, and his smile only grew as he spotted them both look back to him, away from each other, but maintain their posturing.

The sergal set his bag down and opened it up, though his eyes remained on the pair of dragons standing bare before him. Delicately, he lifted a roll of measuring tape, and stepped toward the awaiting dragons.

"Arms out, please." He said, approaching black-scaled diplomat and unfurling the tape. Gracefully, he stepped under an extended arm and wrapped the tape around the thick of his bicep. He hummed softly in approval at its circumference.

The other dragon cleared this throat.

"Yes, Ambassador?" The tailor asked, in a singsong voice.

"The dress code, where did it come from?" Ambassador Zaryn asked.

"The Overlord, of course." The sergal replied. "He makes all the decisions in Alabaster." The sergal tapped Onyx's shoulder. "Arms down."

"He likes his eye candy." Zaryn scoffed.

"Indeed he does. But I think you'll enjoy it, too." The sergal replied. "I think he'll be very impressed by you."

"Oh?" Onyx said. "By me as well, then?"

"Most certainly." The sergal replied, stepping behind him and wrapping the measuring tape expertly around his thick, muscular abdomen, pressing his own fluffy body into the scaled brute's back for just a moment to get the tape around him.

"Well, what does he like to see?" Zaryn asked, sounding almost impatient. "Bigger is better? Or-"

"Bigger is better." The sergal replied. "Definitely."

"...Good." Zaryn said, smugly.

"Good for me, you mean." Onyx said, as the sergal measured his other arm. He wasn't sure why both arms needed to be measured, but when the sergal licked his lips and ran his fingers down his muscles, he understood with a smile. If the tailor wanted a little show, then that was fine.

Zaryn scoffed. "Oh? You think a dragon of the Far Reaches stands a chance in physical stature?"

"More than 'stands a chance.'" Onyx said, flexing harder and getting a soft coo from the sergal. "I think it's fair to say that the Overlord will have his eyes on me for most of our meeting."

"Well, let's see, then! You're being measured right now, after all. How about we see what the numbers say?" Zaryn said, blowing smoke from his nostrils.

The sergal chuckled to himself and moved to measure Zaryn, seemingly playing along. Zaryn curled his arms into a flex that made his muscles bulge, and Onyx immediately spoke up.

"I was measured with my arms out! The numbers won't be remotely comparable!" He protested.

"Hmm, that's true." The sergal said, as he wrapped the tape tightly around the dragon's enormous bicep. "This number definitely is much higher. I'll have to remeasure. That being said, puff out your chest, big guy."

The dragon eagerly complied, tightening his abs and leaning back a little as the small sergal hugged him from behind and passed the tape between his hands. Then, in one graceful move, he stepped back and tightened it around the dragon's bulging chest. The pressure from the tape only made the dragon more eager to flex his abs against it, and the sergal was happy to let the tape slip a few more inches to get the measurement just right.

Onyx huffed and stretched, and glared at the smug dragon who was so happy to have his numbers taken. He'd show him, of course. His second measurement would reveal the truth. He was obviously the larger of the two of them.

The sergal stepped back and wrote the numbers down, and tapped his finger on his chin.

"Hmm, well, let's measure you again, Onyx." He said.

"Yes, let's." He said, pacing in place slightly and flexing, as if to practice. The sergal only chuckled and lifted the tape up, inviting him to give his very best flex.

Another hum of approval. He could see the adoration in the tailor's eyes. He'd definitely won.

"Sorry to say it, Zaryn, but Onyx has you beat in the bicep department." The tailor said.

"Nonsense. Nonsense! Measure me again." Zaryn demanded.

"Very well, in a moment." The tailor said, as he wrapped the tape around Onyx's broad belly. "Oooh. But look at that. Zaryn's the one with the bigger abs."

"Bigger abs!?" Onyx shouted. "Ha! More like a fatter belly. That's the only way he could ever-"

"Hmmm, I don't know." The sergal said, scratching the dragon's back with clawed fingers and getting a pleased sigh from him that cut his sentence short. "You both look pretty solid to me. I think he's just got you beat."

"How much? How much is the difference?" Onyx demanded.

"Oh come on now, nobody likes a sore loser." The sergal tutted. "I'm sure the Overlord can appreciate both of your unique assets."

"But he'll be more impressed by me." Zaryn chimed in. "More obvious. Bigger build stands out much more."

"Oh, please. All it'll take is for me to set my arms on the table and his gaze won't leave me for the duration of... of..." The dragon trailed off. He... couldn't remember what exactly he'd come here for.

"And I'll just lean back, and his eyes will be back on me!" Zaryn said.

The tailor clapped his hands and both dragons' eyes darted back to him.

"Have you guys considered, perhaps, that the Overlord might be more impressed by you as... a pair? A set, if you will?" He paused, as his smile widened. "A couple?"

The dragons looked at each other, uncertain.

"Think about it. You've got the bigger arms," he said, gesturing to the black dragon. "And you've got the bigger chest. Why keep them separated?" He asked.

"Because-" Onyx began to speak up, only for the sergal to clap his hands once more.

"Just look at each other." He said, stepping between them and holding both of their arms. "You can't tell me you don't see what the Overlord will see. Onyx, with your big, strong arms, arms that you'd just love to imagine wrapped around you." Zaryn shifted a little in place. "And Zaryn, I mean, just look at that chest. Wouldn't you just love to lay your head on that chest?"

The sergal stepped around him and placed a hand on the dragon's burly body.

"And so warm, too. It'd make a perfect bed." He said, then smiled up at Onyx, who was staring, seeming conflicted.

"Aw, what's the matter?" The sergal said. "You wanna give it a feel, don't you? Well, go ahead." He said. "I'm sure Zaryn won't mind. Will you, big guy?"

Zaryn swallowed and shook his head.

Onyx stepped forward, tentatively, and placed a hand on the dragon's bare abs. He ran his clawed fingers down the tensed muscles, and let out shuttering sigh.

Without a word, Zaryn reached out, and wrapped his hands around the dragon's bicep. He massaged it, gently, tenderly, and let a puff of smoke out of his nostrils.

The sergal stood beside them, smirking and swishing his fluffy tail behind him.

"You like what you see. Come on, don't deny it." He urged them. "You like it a lot. And like I said, the Overlord would love you two as a pair. A couple, if you will."

"A couple." Zaryn growled. They held each other a little closer, getting more handsy by the minute. He was kneading his fingers over Onyx's biceps, and practically purring as they tightened under his fingers.

Onyx was much of the same. He couldn't take his hands off those tight abs, and by the looks of things, he was getting... excited about it.

Their thin, tiny loincloths couldn't hide anything. The longer they touched and felt each other, the more the cloth tented between their legs.

"Seal the deal." The sergal urged them, putting his hands on both of their backs and pushing them together slightly. Not that he was nearly strong enough to move them, physically. His words did the heavy lifting.

They looked each other in the eyes, considering the command, what it meant. Neither of them seemed to understand, or if they did, they were uncertain. Unsure of how to follow through with it.

"You two would be best as a couple. What do couples do?" The sergal asked. "C'mon, think, you dumb lugs. A couple activity."

Their breathing quickened. They both tented much more.

The sergal rolled his eyes.

"Not that, you dumbasses. Kiss."

They obeyed. Their chests pressed together as they pulled each other into a tight embrace and locked their muzzles together. There was no hesitation in them, once the word was given. They were fully tented now, their loincloths incapable of doing much more than laying atop their protuding dicks as they brushed against one another, their tips dripping and poking at each other's thighs as they pulled each other in tight.

Onyx pulled away, panting. "We're..." He huffed. "We're so much better like this. As a couple."

"Yes." Zaryn growled. "Perfect. A perfect match for each other."

"The Overlord is going to love us." Onyx said. "He's - he's going to love everything about us. We're stronger this way."

"Stronger. As... a couple." Zaryn mumbled, drool running down his chin, before he leaned in for another kiss.

The tailor let them enjoy the moment for a while, the two fawning over each other's bodies and grinding their hips together, occasionally pulling out of their kisses to mumble almost incoherently about how strong they were, perfect they were, and something about the Overlord.

Abruptly, the sergal clapped his hands together, and they both turned attentively to look at him.

"Well." He said, beaming. "I figured this would take the whole week. But you dumbasses didn't even let me dress you first." He said, looking between their dull, happy faces. "Guess I'll have to fill the week some other way."

He clapped his hands twice, and the dragons stood up straight. It just seemed like the natural thing to do.

"Follow me, dummies. We'll dress you later." He said, and strutted out of the shop. The dragons followed obediently behind him, still sneaking gropes and feels of each other when they thought their Overlord wasn't looking.