This choice: Forget the runt, He had more important targets at home... • Go Back...Chapter #4Forget the runt, He had more important targets ... by: Dragonien   Why bother with this little shit, he had way more important targets to think about. The now, at least to the mugger, massive purple dragon grinned toothily down at him. He could do something terrible to the little guy... well, worse than what he already had done, but part of him thought maybe this, by itself, was enough to teach the guy a lesson.
“Now you have fun down there... good luck on your next mugging” Tyler rumbled out tauntingly, winking down at the terrified, shrunken bulldog who immediately began barking and yelping at Tyler, alternating between pleads and demands to turn him back and help him. Both of which Tyler completely ignored as he casually started walking his way back towards his home, humming happily to himself all the while. The tiny, helpless mugger left in a pile of his own clothes in the middle of a dark alleyway, left to fend for himself...
By the time Tyler got to the front door he was practically shaking with excitement. Sure, it was kind of crazy that he had somehow shrunk someone by biting them, but the sheer thought of what he had done was overpowering any worries or concerns as to how or why it had happened. On his way home he had been trying to figure out exactly how it had happened, and had started to notice a tiny pressure along his upper gums, that after a bit of practice (And a lot of silly faces) he figured out how to flex a tiny set of muscles along his lips that would squeeze what he could only assume were some kind of 'venom sacs', which caused them to excrete a thin, runny green liquid across two of his frontal fangs. He had to be careful the first time he figured it out, as he almost swallowed some of the venom, and he had no idea if that would work as well as biting someone. The last thing he needed was to be smaller! A series of spitting and couching up saliva later, he was confident he hadn't swallowed any of it, and had continued his planning.
When he pushed the front door open, he heard a soft groan come from the couch in response to the noise, and leaned over a bit to see David stretched out across the couch like he often did, a beer bottle held in one paw. He was drunk. A not all together unusual occurrence, but an annoying one to say the least. David could get pretty smashed when he drank, and while he had never been known to be an 'angry' drunk, his oblivious nature seemed to only magnify significantly. Tyler would be on the ground with his arms twisted behind his back, David pushing a knee down into Tyler's chest before he would realize he was hurting Tyler and would move away. His 'playful banter' about Tyler's size would escalate into borderline insulation despite, to David, still being just playful ribbing. Though worst of all, at times, seemed to be how it robbed David of nearly all of his modesty, ending up in the dragon turning almost Fang level narcissistic about his size. Tyler would find the drunken athlete of a dragon standing in front of a mirror, licking over one of his own biceps or telling himself how hot he was, while wearing nothing but his underwear or sometimes even fully nude... and once or twice Tyler had even walked in on David outright jerking off to himself in the mirror.
“Mmm?..” David groaned tiredly, lazily raising his head up, eyes somewhat droopy from his inebriation as he waved clumsily to Tyler. “There's my brotherly brotherbro! Heeeeeey” He slurred out, grinning toothily over at Tyler, before taking another swig of his beer. He started to try to sit up, but then quickly fell back down onto his back again, seeming too dizzy to move around that quickly at the moment. “Wass goin aaaaaun bro?” he would murmur out, again raising the beer to his lips to drink from it, only to find it empty and cause him to pout in dissapointment. “Brooooo I need another beer” he would practically whine out, which normally Tyler would find either incredibly annoying, or highly funny.
“Fine. Fine.” Tyler grumbled, knowing it was far easier to just comply with the drunken dragon, rather than provoke him in any manner. Though, as he started making his way to the kitchen, an idea started forming in his head, and a wide grin spread across his lips. This seemed as good of an opportunity as any to...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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