>you look at the tiny dragon reclining in a teacup
>he takes a couple more little bites from the hotdog half you gave him
>already he'd eaten nearly the whole thing, nibble by nibble
"So, how much do you guys eat, anyway? After that meal of yours, I'd've expected you to have quite the belly, but that's obviously not the case."
>his tongue snakes out, wrapping a few times around the last several bites before pulling the treat in like a cartoon frog
>he licks his scaly muzzle before squirming onto his front, looking you in the eyes
>"As much as I'm allowed, generally. I'd like another hotdog for now, ideally a full one, but if you lie down for a bit, you'd make a lovely meal."
>you chuckle at the mental image, such a little guy steadily nipping at you
>in a cartoonish manner, your imagined self sits reading a book, a bored expression on your face
>everything below mid-thigh is picked-clean bone, held in a crosslegged position with cartoon physics
>the dragon has a tiny napkin around his neck
>"-th to Anon, hello? You alright, dude?"
>you shake your head and look down at the teacup dragon
>he looks a little concerned
>"You spaced out for a moment there, mumbled something like, 'still waiting for OP to deliver.'"
"Sorry, man. Active imagination. You were saying?"
>he looks pointedly at the remaining hotdogs
>"I mean, I technically don't need more than... probably a quarter of one of those a day, but I like to eat what I may."
>you take a bite of your own hotdog and bun
>then pick up another hotdog and hold it out to him
"Well, don't eat me. I don't think I'd much like all those little bites. Or the dying, at least most days."
>you glance away awkwardly
"...please don't ask me on those other days."
>the dragon winces, but gives you a slightly forced smile
>"Anyway. Sounds like you really haven't heard of my type. If you'll indulge me in bringing that meat a bit closer, I'll teach you something neat."
>he opens his tiny jaws, the food just out of reach
>intrigued, you push the wiener against his jaws
>but, it doesn't bump up against them
>it squeezes down like through an invisible funnel
>or some sort of size-changing thing
>either way, it fits smoothly into his mouth, sliding in without much resistance
>you continue to push the meat deeper down his throat
>you notice about halfway in that his neck looks completely normal as well
>rather than stretching out to accommodate something so comparatively thick
>the dragon closes his eyes and hums happily
>his long, thin tongue snakes out again, this time coiling around and around the rest of the hotdog
>and your index finger
>you quickly move the rest of your fingers away
>you're not scared or worried
>this is just a precaution
>really
>your heart is racing for other reasons
>...it is, actually
>the little lizard is visibly and audibly enjoying his treat, and soon his mouth reaches your finger
>just like the hotdog, your finger squeezes down to be able to fit between his jaws
>your sigh of relief is postponed by realizing that he's got a stronger hold on you than you thought
>he swirls his tongue around the tip of your finger before swallowing again
>your fingertip is surrounded by soft, warm, snug flesh
>just about the rest of your finger slips past his snout in another movement
>the tiny dragon seems to have noticed he's not eating a hotdog anymore
>judging by his purring and...
>was that a moan
>this dragon is wreaking havoc on your emotions
>the sides of his mouth bump against your palm
>another little swallow progressively squeezes up your half-devoured finger
>but no progress is made this time
>he visibly stiffens
>blinks open his eyes
>looks down his snout
>and up at you
>you pull your finger away
>it stays lodged in his throat
>but his teacup moves
>you pull again
>teacup moves more
>he shakes his head a bit, mumbling a lot around your finger
>the tiny dragon braces himself against your hand
>and smoothly slides off with a quiet, wet "pop"
>he pauses
>quickly licks the tip of your wet finger a few more times
>then draws back into his "seat" in the cup
>"Sorry about that. I didn't realize exactly what happened there, just that my hotdog got particularly delicious."
>he licks his muzzle again
>a couple times
>"Er, anyway. How're you feeling? I didn't scare you did-"
>the tiny dragon apparently notices your face
>you're trying your damndest to show as little emotion as possible
>especially fear
>the dragon draws his body into himself as tightly as he can
>"Red face on humans is anger, right? Fuck, did I ruin things?"
>you lean on the table and let out a breath you didn't notice you were holding
"No, man, just a lot of stuff. I really mean it now, please don't take advantage of low moods. I don't think I could-"
>the little dragon slinks out of the cup
>places both of his forepaws on your hand
>"Anon, c'mon. I'm a physics exception in an irresistably beautiful form, not a sadist. If I really wanted you as food, I wouldn't ask permission."
>apparently he is not the best at comforting
>regardless, you're no longer scared of him for THAT reason
>might sleep with one eye open for a while
>"That said, if you ever want part or all of your delicious human body swallowed for a while, I'm your go-to dragon."
>he prances over to the hotdog plate
>grabs the other half of his half-hotdog
>and struggles to pull it back to the teacup
>after a few seconds, you help him
>"Oh hey you should leave your hand there."
>you glare at him and drop the hotdog
>leaving him to play tug-of-war between gravity and his throat
>he eventually wins
>and looks up at you with the smuggest look you have ever seen on anything not anime
>"Say, if your face wasn't red out of anger, what else could it have been, hmm?"
>he curls back up in his cup, deciding to use it as a bed
>"Food for thought. Maybe food for me."
 
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