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Dragon PC + Whitney + comedy
I love bullying Whitney <3 they deserve every drop of my ire (i love Whitney)
Thanks for participating in my ask event! IDK if anyone picked up on it before, but I don't say the Dragon PC's name at all in writing. I only tend to refer to him as "the dragon" or just by "he." :) This is the second to last request! Almost done...
The event's ended by now, but I'll finish the current requests I've gotten!
Synopsis; bully gets bullied
Prompt: Dragon PC & Whitney (Comedy) / CW: forced cuddling, unsexy sitting on, Whitney gets called "it" once, cigarette consumption - Dragon PC = male, Whitney = GN (dice rolls) + bonus F! Bailey, GN! Sydney, F! Kylar, and GN! River (only mentioned)
Schooling the Uncouth
He tended to just ignore annoyances. Especially the ones that chased him around, trying to get something from him or out of him. He already had to deal with Bailey's weekly siege on his horde of gold, though she called it "paying rent." He wouldn't stand for total strangers that wanted his possessions or body parts, even if all they wanted was his tears bottled. But, he tended to at least tolerate the ones that only wanted something superficial. Like Whitney, who just wanted a pet dragon. It was odd, but their attempts at subduing a giant lizard were very funny, even to the lizard in question. He even began giving the fellow some of his claw trimmings or fallen fur tufts, and chuckling when Whitney shoved it in their bag before the dragon could think of taking it back. He wished Bailey was like that. If she were, then she wouldn't need a suit of armor just to steal away with a couple of shed scales.
He tended to go to the local school, though he wasn't properly enrolled—he was a dragon, so it's not like he had the legal documents for the human's public education system. He'd show up a little after classes had started in the morning, since that's when the least teachers were available to try and shoo him off the grounds, and peak his head around the building. Sometimes he'd press his face against the windows of the classrooms, namely from the outside, and watch as the students inside laughed at him and the teacher got upset at the class for being so easily distracted. Other times, he'd treat himself to their facilities—swimming in the pool, eating the leftover scraps from the lunchroom, napping in the rear courtyard, perching on the roof like a gargoyle, etc. Today, however, he decided to be a menace. He had to admit, he could be destructive when he got to be in a playful mood. So far, he'd terrorized that religious kid in the library by eating a book in front of them, and he even stole some pages out of a scraggly girl's sketchpad, though he regretted it when he saw that they were exclusively full of drawings of him. He decided she was a good artist, though, so he wouldn't get revenge. This time.
He poked his head inside a classroom door, unfazed when the teacher inside stopped mid-sentence and the students inside gasped. The class was already in session, and it looked like math from the equations on the board, but he didn't find anything special enough about the class to hang around. Just as he began to dip his head back out, he heard a familiar chuckle and stopped. It was Whitney, sitting at the back of the class and watching the dragon as it scrutinized the classroom. The teacher walked over to the dragon, their face pale as they tried to usher him out of the room without being within biting range, and he heard Whitney's laughter again. "C'mon, leave my pet alone, yeah? He goes where I go." They spoke up, their goons giggling to themselves as they held their phones up, just like they always did when he was around. They sure loved taking pictures and videos of him, though he couldn't blame them. He also quite liked dragons, especially the one in the mirror.
He huffed at the teacher and they froze up, even backing away when he squeezed past the door and entered the room. He walked over to the row of desks that Whitney and their gang was at, not bothering to close the door behind him. Their friends laughed and squealed when he got close, some even reaching out to pet him. "Hey, only I get to pet him, got it?" Whitney glowered at their group, and he glowered right back at the bully. He really didn't mind being pet. The kids at the orphanage did it literally all the time, excluding when he was busy fighting Bailey or any strangers that broke in. Not that anyone broke in often—at least not after the dragon's adult teeth grew in and more than a few went missing after a midnight run-in with him. Really, it's a miracle Bailey keeps coming back for more after all those hospital visits. The armor repairs have to be getting expensive by now.
The dragon lowered his head to Whitney, tempting them into petting the long fur around his neck like a lion's mane. They eventually did, running their fingers through it, only for him to headbutt them when he lowered his head enough for it. He also openly snickered at them from where they were sprawled out on the floor, cursing at him as they tried to sit up. Keyword try. He bit at their pant leg, dragging them across the floor and forcing them to choose between being pantsed by a dragon or getting dragged around by said dragon. Whitney chose to lose some dignity rather than a portion of their pride, and now he has a hostage to lug around the school by the hem of their slowly tearing pants.
He dragged Whitney out of the classroom, where the teacher had all but fainted and their friends hesitantly waved goodbye, and down the hallway. He only paused when his ass bumped into the doors that led outside, but brute forced them open with his tail and continued lugging his unwilling travel partner into the open grass of the school's backyard. Whitney bitched and complained, as per usual, and did so louder when their head bounced off of the steps that led down to the greenery. They also ungratefully whined as he raked them through the cool dirt and dewy grass. Once he was satisfied with their adventure together, he let Whitney go and looked down at them. They were all sorts of ruffled, obviously, and looked just as miffed. He snickered at them.
It was a nice day out. Partially sunny, comfortably warm, gentle breeze—perfect napping weather. So, he laid down in the grass and got cozy. He didn't mind that his pillow squirmed and spit obscenities, but he did mind that it lit up a cigarette to smoke while he was trying to sleep. He reached over and snatched the fucking thing out of Whitney's out mouth, chewing at it for a second before swallowing it. He met their dumfounded expression evenly, testing them, before laying back down. He also ate the next cigarette they tried to sneakily smoke before they gave up. Smoking kills, but he'd be fine. He's eaten worse.
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