A Few Doodles Of Dragon PC With The Dragon LIs

I love ur arttt it's so cuuuuute x3 💖

my current DoL PC lmao what a silly lil guy

I've got other PCs too but I never draw them

Look, as Americans, it is our right to pity the British for being British no matter what. Sure things are on fire here, but they have their own fires over there and they can't handle a day long car ride.

damn right. and our fire's SO big! Americans just keep winning 🦅🦅🦅 the British can only have pitiful wet dreams abt being as cool as the lamest American (which don't exist bc we're just so great)

how do you think the LIs would react to a PC that's scared of dogs? (no clue if you've answered a similar ask before lmfao, sorry if you have!) I've got cynophobia myself and it fr can suck a lot

Low Love Whitney is going to use dogs to fuck with you, there is no getting around it

High Love Whitney is gonna make fun of you but never takes it too far and does keep dogs away from you when he's with you

Kylar might kill some dogs tbh....he's definitely tranking them from the darkness when they get close to you

Robin already knew and he does try to keep you away from dogs

P!Sydney doesn't really understand since he's only ever had good interactions but he does keep dogs away from you bc he knows how scared you are of them

C!Sydney understands more and keeps dog away from you

Alex is a tad bit upset bc he needs help with the dogs but does understand and tries his best to keep them away from you but there's so many of them

Avery doesn't really give a fuck but does make sure there are no dogs where you go on dates bc he doesn't want you to cause a scene

Eden completely understands since he hates the wolfs so much. The man won't hesitate to put down a dog for you

how did egg end up in the beautiful town of rapecestershire? is he locally grown or just really unfortunate to end up in the UK?

Egg was born and raised there! Granted, he wasn't raised with other kids so when he first started going to the public schools he had to change his vocab and mannerisms (he was picked on relentlessly the first couple years for being "boring" and "old man-ish.")

And because of that, Egg doesn't really know of or acknowledge the rapey-ness of Rapecestershire. He really just kinda thinks the town's a bit odd, and that there's probably some giant BDSM ring somewhere that attracts particularly rough horny people to the town. Egg is sheltered rather heavily, though not through religious means like Sydney (Egg has basically nothing to do with the temple or cult)

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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🐺+♂️, 🪶+♂️, 🍋 make these bitches gay!!!! ❤

Black wolf Nation out! ❤

i know you didn't say it explicitly but i read ur mind and made it BW mpreg. for the sake of the glorious BW mpreg nation

Thanks for participating in my ask event! I'm going through all the requests in order from when I received them, so it might take a while for me to get to any new ones, but I WILL get through them ALL at some point. :) congrats on being the first, BW mpreg nation!!!

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Synopsis; mean wolf rides poor bird into oblivion

Prompt: BW x GH (Smut) / CW: dubcon(?), mpreg, homoerotic tussling - both characters are AMAB, male, and beastpeople

Birds of a Bone

Great Hawk didn't fly over the forest often. If he flew high above it, away from the clawing grasp of the treetops, it was hard to see through the branches. But if he flew through the treeline, he would be ducking and weaving endlessly—it was, in all ways, a lesser environment for flight compared to the wide moor. However, that didn't exactly mean he never visited the forest. On hot days, it was perhaps the only place of respite, given all the shade, aside from his nest. His lonely, too-empty nest.

Perhaps he came out here on some instinct. It was the middle of summer, the sun scorching everything it touched below. Even Great Hawk's stone-cool nest began to feel like the landbound's heated cookware, so he had taken off towards the distant mass of trees, thirsty for the shade inside. He was aware of the wolves always lurking in the shadows, alongside the bears and whatnot, but he didn't fear them more than he did being cooked alive. Life was always a series of challenges that he had to overcome for survival; risking a petty fight with a wolf was worth the guarantee of some reprieve from the heat.

By the time the sun had begun to sink below the horizon, Great Hawk had had his fill of the forest. He hadn't been bothered all day by any creature other than the fish that swarmed around him when he had dipped into a section of shallow river. It seemed the rest of the world was also taking a break today, with how quiet it was. Normally, the forest was overwhelming, especially when Great Hawk was resting on the ground; the overlapping birdsongs, loud swaying trees, and the buzzing insects a little too close to his ears drove him mad on a usual day, and maybe they were still there. Great Hawk wasn't paying attention anyways; surely any other clawed or fanged beast would rather not chase a hawk such as him around on such a sweltering day.

Though, perhaps he should have been more observant. When he had turned in the direction of the moor, wings already reaching to the sky, Great Hawk froze. In the black of the shadows was a glowing set of eyes, with a foreign intensity so strong it pinned the hawk to the spot. Ah, it seems he had finally met the alpha of the wolf pack.

The wolf stepped from out of the dark, but it was like he had been tainted by it—the fur on his body ate all the light it touched, leaving sections of pitch black across the giant's body. Great Hawk was a large specimen himself, the apex predator of the moor, but he couldn't compare to this mammoth of a canine. The hawk's breaths were uneven; the wolf was already too close, and probably had been for far longer than the hawk knew. If he tried to take flight, he'd just be snatched out of the air, but he also wasn't a match on land, and certainly not in a fight. Great Hawk didn't doubt that he'd scar or injure the wolf greatly, but it wouldn't mean much if the wolf could simply bite his neck and end the hawk's life. The giant, jagged scars across the wolf's exposed skin told Great Hawk that the beast wouldn't back off just because of a cut or two.

Then, Great Hawk was pressed against the ground with the behemoth holding him down from between his legs. Naturally, as any creature would do, the hawk began to flail wildly. He kicked and beat his wings, though neither amounted to much more than annoying his attacker. When Great Hawk finally managed to scratch the cheek of the wolf, the beast growled and fought back. Hard claws pressed against the hawk's skin, pressing against his exposed midsection, as the wolf sat on the hawk's lap, rendering his legs useless as weapons. Great Hawk was, essentially, trapped.

"You." The wolf started, staring down at Great Hawk. He couldn't tell if the beast looked curious or hungry. "You are the bird one from moor, yes? I am Black Wolf." The beast, Black Wolf, leaned over Great Hawk from where he sat atop the hawk. Black Wolf's eyes narrowed as the hawk began to struggle in his grasp again, the beast's grip only growing tighter. "Name. What is bird one's name?"

Great Hawk paused as he met the sharp eyes of the wolf hovering over him. "Great Hawk." He answered after a while, and the wolf smiled. It was more like a grin of sorts, but it was oddly charming. Great Hawk could feel his face warm and feathers ruffle the longer he looked, alongside the rising of a long-unsatisfied desire. Though, it seemed as though Black Wolf could feel it too. His grin grew smug as he rocked his ass back into the hawk's hardening erection, and it looked like he relished in the low groan he ripped out of the bird below him.

"Wait, Black Wolf- Ah!" Great Hawk whined, failing to suppress the full-body shudders that came with having his cock be touched for the first time by another living being. He never imagined it be like this, nonetheless with someone he wasn't promised to. It went against all his instincts, but... "What? Does Great Hawk not want to?" Black Wolf frowned down at the hawk beneath him, stopping the gyrating of his hips, though he seemed displeased about it. "Okay. Fine, I won't force bird to mate."

Great Hawk's eyes widened at the words, stunned by the easy compliance from a wolf of all things, before freezing in fear as Black Wolf began to bend over, fangs bared towards the hawk's neck. "My pack will praise me for such a good hunt. You feed us for days." Out of panic, Great Hawk jerked his hips upwards, cock throbbing against the wolf's ass. The beast chuckled and lapped at the hawk's neck, sharp canines brushing against the feathers of Great Hawk's nape. "Good choice."

The hawk squirmed as the wolf above aligned his ass to the hawk's sensitive dick, and the hawk cried out lewdly when the wolf sat down in one fluid motion. Great Hawk gripped the meaty thighs of Black Wolf as the wolf grinded against the hawk's pelvis, taking the cock deep inside for a few blissful moments, before the wolf raised his hips back up. Then, Black Wolf slammed them down again hard. The wolf's own cock bobbed and flopped around with the movement, leaking a creamy precum from the tip that squirt out with every sit back down, though the movement of the wolf's cock was hypnotic to watch. Great Hawk couldn't take his eyes off it, unable to much else other than simply experience the wolf's hot insides massage his own dick, and he licked his lips as he moved his hand to wrap around the fat red shaft of it.

Black Wolf chuckled some more above him, placing one oversized, furred hand on top of the hawk's wrist, and guided Great Hawk's softer palm up and down the length of his cock. He struggled to keep up with the wolf, a familiar building feeling slowly tearing his attention away from the wolf, but he didn't dare let go. He rocked his hips upwards, meeting Black Wolf's downwards motions, and chirped out a warning. "Won't last much longer." Black Wolf laughed, breathy and deep, and slammed his hips down harder. "Good. Cum inside. Give me pups."

It only took a couple pumps for Great Hawk to hit his peak, his plumes rising to their fullest as he pumped rope after rope of cum inside the wolf's ass, as he cried out in ecstasy. Black Wolf dragged the hawk's hand further down his cock than before, forcing Great Hawk to take the wolf's knot into his hand and squeeze it harshly, when its dams suddenly broke and shot strings of cum all over the hawk's face and chest. The wolf took a moment to breathe and relax, only to get up and trot off. "Don't intrude forest again. Or I'll breed you next time."

Great Hawk didn't waste time in flying off, though he'd think about the wolf very often afterwards.

When the hawk visited the forest again, weeks later, he managed to catch a glimpse of the elusive alpha once more. However, Black Wolf's stomach seemed larger than before...

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sorry if this is really broad,, ur dragons and art are super cool so i wanna know, who or what's ur favorite dragons in media?

ur all good, i love getting to rant abt stuff (preferably with a captive audience)

generally, i really like most of the designs from Skyrim, Monster Hunter (as a whole series), and Dragon Cave, but some of my favorites are: Paarthurnax, the random legendary dragons from Skyrim (they remind me of bugs), Xeno'jiiva from MH:W (very good visual storytelling, same goes for Safi'jiiva), and Astalos from other MH games (another bug dragon). i also highly recommend looking thru Dragon Cave's dragons because i'm in love with literally all of them. even the most basic of designs are so beautiful there

i'm also a big fan of how HtTYD does their dragon designs, but i'm not the biggest cartoon fan so i don't know much about them and dunno any of the dragon species names (other than the ones i'm legally required to after growing up with the franchise) Wings of Fire and Game of Thrones i'm kinda iffy about design-wise. they've got really cool designs but after you see more than maybe 6 or 7 characters, they tend to blend together really quickly, so i'm not the biggest fan of their design choices

but, in the end, my favorite dragons ever are the Paolumu from MH:W

i just find them so cute and charming despite having the face of a bald hamster and a bad attitude

🚺👤➕🚹🪶➕🍋🟰🤰🪺

🙏💕

yes ofc!

since you changed it from gender to genitals, I went ahead and rolled for their genders hehe. I also threw some light comedy in there lmao

Thanks for participating in my ask event! I'm slowly gettin thru them all, I promise <3 I'll try to host this event whenever my follower count hits a 69 so 169 is the next goal! :) I'm glad so many Great Hawk lovers are in my ask box. GH is my favorite LI ever <3

The event's ended by now, but I'll finish the current requests I've gotten!

Synopsis; lesbian bird fucker 🫵 (complimentary)

Prompt: PC x GH (Smut) + Pregnancy & Eggs / CW: bird marriage, pregnancy, eggs, PC = simp, mentioned womb fucking - Both characters are female (dice rolls), PC = AFAB, GH = AMAB, and GH is a beastperson

Wife's Wishes

You were used to this awful, strange town. The people were weird by nature, and the nature was even weirder. Though odd, it was comfortable enough if you knew how to fend off the touchy ones. At some point, you even began to embrace the outright fictional events around you. A real, living furry with the animal parts baked in? They're all over town, and a lot of them are pets, so it's nothing you flinch at anymore. Some kind of plant fused into a person running around naked? You've already passed by plenty just today, and had a conversation or two with them. Multi-limbed creatures trying to swarm you from the underbrush? Honestly, you found them almost cute.

So when a very pretty harpy lady began flying over head, you weighed your options. Cons: a bird woman in the middle of the moor probably isn't a good sign, and you've already made it this far in life without ever having to lewdly touch anybody or anything. How you did that in this town is a mystery, but miracles happen sometimes. Pros: that bird woman is very hot. Usually, you aren't sexually inclined, but something about the harpy just calls to you. Quite literally, if her, frankly beautiful, screeching from above was any sign. You contemplated for a bit longer, watching closely as she circled again and again above you. You reached your conclusion when she dove down, and opened your arms welcomingly right before she picked you up with her big bird feet.

"I am Great Hawk. Wife should get comfortable." Were the harpy's first words to you upon landing at some tall tower you'd previously caught glimpses in the distance of while exploring earlier. She had set you down as carefully as a woman almost twice your size could, and took a couple steps back to give you space. She probably expected you to be panicked or surprised, but you were more disappointed that she didn't stay so close. You were eager to get a good look at her. "I will be back with gift." She took off out of the tower before you could say anything, and you decided to do as she said and make yourself at home.

When Great Hawk came back, she seemed to momentarily forget where she was. While she had been off doing whatever, you had taken the liberty to start cleaning the tower. It was a finite space, and you were very adept with cleaning by now, given all the millions of odd jobs you did around town, so it didn't take very long to at least get the dust and loose debris out of your immediate living area. Your attention turned to the harpy when she almost stumbled her landing, more focused on taking in the dramatic change of her nesting quarters. "Oh, welcome back! I thought I'd clean the place a bit while you were out." You chirped happily, drawing her attention to you. You'd torn a good portion of your clothes into pieces to make a few rags to clean with, but you assumed you wouldn't be wearing any clothes soon enough given the tendencies of things around here, so you weren't upset at all. If anything, you were just streamlining the process. She didn't wear clothing, so neither would you, right? When in Rome and all that.

"I- yes, thank you, wife..." She spoke softly, a visible mix between confused and flustered, as her eyes tried to roam but routinely ended up at your chest. Your top was the first thing to go, and you didn't wear a bra today anyways, given that it was a little warm out for spring and you weren't expecting to be around anyone who cared. You didn't think your tits were all that great, especially for this town, but she seemed rather enamored. So much so that she jolted when the thing in her hands twitched, and she blushed as she held it out to you. "I-I got you food. Good nutrition, easy to find." She offered one of those multi-limbed creatures to you, and you took it gratefully. She stared as you bit into it, and her face darkened as you savored its taste. It was an odd texture, almost like that of crab meat, but it and the taste weren't unpleasant. You'd even dare say you enjoy them.

"Glad wife likes it. Thought landbound would dislike, never seen one eat egg-eater before. Will get wife more next time." Great Hawk chuckled as you licked your fingers clean, looking up at her through your lashes. You smiled and cast a glance out of the tower ledge, taking in the setting sun on the horizon, and grinned at her. "It's gonna be dark soon. Did you want to lay down with me?" You offered, motioning to the nest nearby. It didn't look comfortable, but she was a bird and you were no better than a dog. You'd live.

She seemed surprised by the suggestion and nodded with a soft smile, easily picking you up in her arms and carrying you to the nest. "If we could, I'd like to go through with a landbound custom." You spoke on the way, wrapping her arms around her neck and nuzzling into the downy feathers that so beautifully curved around her chest. You adored how the plumage avoided her breasts specifically—it made ogling easier. You continued only when you heard her curious hum. "On the first night of becoming wives, landbound couples mate. I want to make my new wife feel good." You purred lowly, unable to help yourself as your hand cupped one of her tits. It was nice and hefty in your palm, and you massaged it with as much care as you could muster. She made a little noise, feathers ruffling, as she gently set you down on the nest and crawled on top of you.

"Would gladly mate with wife." She cooed back at you as her hands began to wander, sharp talons ripping through the remaining clothes you had kept on. You moaned softly when she dipped her claws into your folds, clearly careful to not cut you open on the inside as she slipped them in to the knuckle. She was a large lady, so her fingers were rather large too. Just one finger made you feel a bit full, and two made you stretch around her teasing motions. Though, you couldn't help but encourage it. You were initially going to whine, but you happened a glance between her legs, and are now eagerly trying to get her to open you up some more.

It was impossible to initially see, given the sea of feathers she had from the waist-down, but apparently she had a cock. It was... big. Just like the rest of her. Though, at least it looked tapered and the head wasn't so blunt, unlike a human dick. It would probably have an easier time slipping in than a regular person's of the same size, but that almost made you worry more. Maybe there was a chance she'd just go straight into your womb? There's no way that was particularly pleasurable, though you can't find yourself unwilling to at least try it with such a weapon. She didn't seem in much of a rush, regardless. Great Hawk was busy twirling her tongue around your chest as her fingers curled, twisted, and spread in your depths.

A few moments later and you'd already given up on your previous reasonable thoughts. Who cares if you get split in two, you just need her already. Getting torn in half by such a cock would be an honor rather than a tragedy. You were never a patient person, and it showed with how you grinded your hips against her hand and whined loudly to her. "Please, fuck me already. I can't take any more teasing." You moaned out as you pressed against her, only whining more when she chuckled at you. Or rather, your impatience. "If wife wants me to, I will." She responded with a sweet whisper, climbing further over you and letting her impressive cock press against your desperately awaiting cunt. You moaned loudly when she slid it in, and you could tell you were right about how its shape would let it go a little too deep. Oh well. If she wanted to womb fuck you, you'd gladly let her.

She groaned herself as she smoothly glided her hips back and forth, grinding into you every time she bottom inside you. It was heaven, frankly speaking, and you had no regrets in giving your virginity to her. You had even less qualms with it when she sped up the pace, picking you up in her arms and holding you like a fleshlight as she fucked up into you. Maybe her being a harpy was a greater boon than you thought, with her furious thrusting into your dripping pussy and heavy pants fanning directly across your neck. The animalistic behavior made you feel wanted, claimed, and it fed a more lecherous part of you. Your cunt fluttered around her still-ravaging cock, just shy of straight-up squirting your natural lube all over her beautiful dick. She didn't even pause her motions, but she came soon after as well.

You could feel the heat of her cum deep inside you, though you don't think it was actually in your womb, before she pulled out and let it drip all over the messily entwined sticks beneath you. "We should do harpy mating ritual when you get your wings in. Wife will look so pretty in the sky with me." She set you down and curled around you, easily chasing the night's chill away with her embrace as she murmured soft words. Initially, you wanted to go at minimum another few rounds, but you figured she could use the rest. You could pick up where you left off in the morning. It's not like you were going anywhere anytime soon.

Weeks later, when your feathers and wings came in, like she had promised, you weren't immediately able to fulfill her wish of the harpy's customs. After all, flying while carrying a giant batch of eggs in your stomach was rather difficult, to say the least. Though, after you laid these, you could probably follow through with her customs and earn yourself a second helping. A new, bird-y, part of you didn't like the thought of staying empty for long.

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congrats on getting the sex number of followers!! 🎉🎉 for the 69 followers requests, may i request 🍳🐉 + 🎪 (any gender is fine)? maybe them getting lost in the moors? but any scenario is good! love ur art and eggerton and most especially ur dragon series and dragon pc!! genuinely like one of the coolest concepts i've seen and i got to know about monster hunter dragons through ur blog. i hope u have a great day at con!!

I made it as comedic as I could but my sense of humor isn't so suited for written works so uh! maybe it's funny maybe it's not (i tried so hard for u)

Thanks for participating in my ask event! I'm going to add all of these to AO3 at some point in some master work but idk when I'll have that set up—probably sometime next week! :) ty for ur very thorough support btw pinipig!! i always love seeing the tags u add to some of my posts lol

The event's ended by now, but I'll finish the current requests I've gotten!

Synopsis; Dragon betrayed by seemingly innocent yolker

Prompt: Egg & Dragon PC (Comedy) / CW: technical kidnapping (dragonnapping?) - Egg = GN, Dragon PC = Male (dice rolls)

Dragged Yolks

He has had it up to here with this little neon sign of a human being. Egg was a walking miracle, given the amount of potentially deadly shit they got themselves in on a daily basis. Get offered a ride to someplace for free by a stranger? They hop on in without question! Given a random drink or snack? They just say an innocent "thanks!" and dig right in! The beast that's been watching over Egg is overworked and underpaid. Granted, it wasn't a job be had to do, but he'd feel bad if something happened the moment he looked away. So, therefore, he's had his keen eyes on the absent-minded fellow.

"Could you not?" The dragon frowned deeply as the human hung ornaments and tassels from his horns. It wasn't even holiday season—it was the smack middle of summer. He's almost impressed that they had things like that on hand. It would've been almost impossible to just buy at this time of year, though he supposed they could've just dug it all up from storage. "Oh, you can speak?" Egg looked up at the dragon curiously as they paused their decorating.

"No." He bluntly responded, and while Egg looked befuddled, they didn't question it. Then, they continued decorating. "Hey. I said stop it." The dragon frowned deeply, but the yellow-haired fellow ignored him this time. "I'll bite you." Right as he moved to fulfill his promise, Egg stuck their tongue out at him, tugging his head back down to wrap more around his horns. "You told me you couldn't speak. So why would I listen to you? Clearly I'm just going crazy." They huffed back at him, and he wisely shut up for the rest of the horn-decorating.

When Egg was done, they let out a happy sound and stood up. "Come on! Let's go!" They urged him onto his feet, and he did with all the effort and grumbling of a grumpy old man with a bad back. "Go where?" He dared to ask, following after the human as they lead him through their house. It was a nice spacious place out near the farmlands, supposedly passed down to them by a deceased family member.

Egg didn't answer him as he was brought through the back door, past the yard, over the fence, and deep into the moor. With each step, he had a little less faith in the human's sense of direction. At one point, he was even sure they were in the bog, or beyond the town's half-assed borders, but their journey together ended at a big rock. Just... a big fuckin' rock in the middle of the moor. "Ta-da!" Egg smiled victoriously, as if they really did something. It was an impressive rock, honestly, but it was still just a rock. It wasn't even a sculpture or something. A completely earth-made, natural rock.

"I need you to stand on it and spread your wings out." They pointed up to the top of it, and the dragon stared at them blankly. "I refuse." He said that, but the innocent, expecting expression they had made him start climbing up the rock anyways. He teetered at the top of it and spread out his wings, looking down at the human curiously.

"So, what am I doing up here like this?" He asked. Egg looked up at him without answering and he sighed. "I can talk." "Woah! The dragon can talk! A talking dragon!" Egg laughed up at him, and he frowned deeply. Then, a giant shadow passed over the both of them. The human seemed unfazed, but he began to sweat.

"Don't tell me-" "I wanted to see the big bird-dragon that's been flying around for a few years now. I heard it liked shiny things!" Egg sounded very amused, though the dragon didn't appreciate being used as bait. A loud screech sounded from far above and he folded his wings in an instant, looking up at the foreboding shape in the sky. "I'm getting you back for this." He sighed as the figure dove down and grabbed him. He mentally cursed the human out as he got carried off into the moor.

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