Breakfast at Hogwarts was always a relatively eventful affair. There was, unerringly, always something that went cattywampus in some way, shape, or form. Whether that be some prank from the twins, a loud argument somewhere else, or some explosion due to a magic mishap. It was always eventful, and after a month or so at the school, you had learned to duck when things started getting louder than usual.
Thus, when you heard something start sizzling, further down the table, both you and Harry swiftly jumped into action. That action was climbing under the table, as the sizzling reached a crescendo in the form of a loud bang, and there were shrieks, laughter, and curses from above you, as some students were too slow to do the same.
"Think we're good?" You asked Harry, who held up a single finger, telling you to wait. You did, and then there was another bang, and more cursing.
"Now we're good." She said, and the two of you went back up, to the sight of half the table now covered in blue paint, and the sound of McGonagall cursing, as she stormed towards the laughing Weasley Twins.
You gave Harry a look, and the girl shrugged.
"'Ron told me she thought her sisters were planning something."
You nodded; it made sense.
The Redhead and your roommate had been hanging out more lately, Veronica having pulled Harry aside to talk to her a week ago.
You'd never figured out about what, but ever since then, the two have been as thick as thieves.
It wasn't a problem for you, though, and you were glad to see your friends getting along.
Soon enough after the paint bomb, which had, evidently, begun to dissolve clothing, the bell sounded, indicating breakfast was over, and you all began filing out of the hall. Some students, who were unfortunate enough to have an immediate class first thing, trudged away, while others dispersed throughout the school.
For you, the first thing you had was Care of Magical Creatures, with Hagrid.
As you exited the castle, heading down towards the tall woman's hut, you considered how her classes had been going so far. Ruby had proved to be a very hands-on professor, in that she expected every student to actually put their hands on the creatures they were learning about, and was prone to bringing a live specimen to every class.
It was something that had scared more than a few students, although none had been sent to the hospital wing.
Yet.
Today, apparently, you all were scheduled to learn about Thestrals. You hoped the class would be relatively peaceful, but to be sure, and after seeing some of the incidents, you had offered the large woman to look over her lesson plans in the last class.
That was why, despite class not starting for about an hour or so, you were already knocking on the large door of her hut.
There was a rustle, and some grunting inside, followed by what sounded like growling, quiet conversation, before finally-
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Ruby Hagrid opened the door, only…
"Herman, it's good to see you! What can I do for you?" The sweating woman asked, looking away, with a nervous smile, as her body quite literally wafted smoke into the blue sky.
There were burn patches on her arms, and the smell of brimstone flooded out of the door.
"I'm here to review your lesson plans, like we discussed." You said slowly, leaning over to peek inside the cabin.
Hagrid cleared her throat, stepping into your path.
"A-ah, oh." She blushed. "S'rry about tha't. I forgot. Now's not the greatest time, actually. Would it be alright if you came back later?"
You gave her a look.
Hagrid was a shite liar.
You considered what to say here.
Multiple, very intelligent, elegant responses, lines of questioning, and theories crossed your mind.
But what ended up coming out of your mouth-
"You're looking hotter than usual, Hagrid. Special Occasion?"
The implication in your words was obvious, and even you were somewhat surprised at how bold you were to actually say that to the massive woman.
Thankfully, Hagrid was a genuinely good person, as well as seemingly unable to get upset with either you or Harry. Rather than getting embarrassed and slamming the door in your face, the half-giantess woman blushed, shifting, and looking away. She seemed more affected by whatever she was trying to hide in her shack than your comment in and of itself.
After a moment of silence, she nibbled her lip before turning back to you.
"Herman, can you keep a secret for me? You've gotta promise not to tell anyone. 'Especially not Dumbledore."
Now that, that was odd.
As long as you have known the tall woman, she'd had nothing but the most profuse of respect and praises for the headmaster. Now, though, she was specifically requesting that you keep whatever she had secret from him as well.
…
Fuck it, why not?
It wasn't like you had anything better to do today, and you were relatively certain that whatever Hagrid had couldn't be dangerous enough to warrant you breaking that promise.
Relatively certain.
"I'll keep my mouth shut." You offered.
She nodded, believing you easily and without question.
"Good, now come in, before too much heat gets let out- "
"Why is it so damn COLD in here!?" Came a whiny voice from within. "Ruby! Ruby, you need to put more wood on the fire!"
Hagrid looked back before turning to you.
"Come in."
You stepped past her, and Hagrid closed the door behind you. The hut seemed just as it had always been, if unbearably hot. You could feel yourself already beginning to perspire, and suddenly the sheen on Hagrid's forehead made more sense.
The woman in question stepped past you, towards the center, where the hearth was.
You followed her and soon spotted her target. In the center of the hut, there was a large mass of blankets, pillows, and every other piece of Hagrid's abode. The mass, vaguely person-shaped, was hunched over the hearth. Stepping closer, you could see what looked to be green knives sticking out from it.
The mass shifted.
"RUBY!" It screamed, before growling in frustration. Before Hagrid could do anything, and the woman was in the process of bringing over more pieces of wood for the fire, the figure seemed to have had enough, and in a grand motion, she stood, throwing the numerous blankets and coats off herself, revealing-
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A very angry green woman.
Dragon, your mind whispered.
Her eyes swung across the room, searchingly, before landing on you. Her angry glare lessened into a sneer before flicking over to Hagrid, who busied herself with placing the large logs into the fire.
"What's with the stupid-looking guy, Hagrid. You bring me lunch or something?" She licked her lips, and unlike every other time you'd seen that motion, since you'd arrived at Hogwarts, it seemed distinctly unsexual.
It would have been more threatening had she not been about a foot shorter than you, and thus was forced to look up at you. Something she quickly realized as she stepped up to you.
"Ah, Nori, meet 'erman, Herman, meet Nori." The giant woman winced when you turned your unimpressed look on her.
A dragon was a bit more serious than you were expecting.
"Don't care, why's he here?" The white-haired girl snapped, whipping around. She was likely attempting to be intimidating, but the stomping of her feet reduced the effectiveness of it.
Hagrid paused.
"Ah, well." She turned towards you. "I was 'oping Herman would help us in getting you settled."
The dragon, Nori, adopted a considering look. She scanned you up and down.
"Well, I suppose he could rub my feet…" She trailed off.
You sent Hagrid another look.
She very obviously turned away and pretended to be busy with a comically small tea set.
You did, briefly, consider the polite option.
Just let it happen, end up giving another massage. It wouldn't be anything new.
But…
Maybe it was because of how early it was. Maybe it was because the House Elves had cut you off from your coffee supply, either way, you weren't exactly feeling accommodating this morning.
So, instead of doing the smart thing. The thing that likely kept Hagrid's cabin unburnt down, you decided to go a different route.
With dead eyes and uncaring of the yellow gaze that tracked you, you reached out and bopped the young dragon on her head, lightly, with a fist.
"Bad Dragon." Was your admonishment, followed by the most annoying smirk you could muster.
The cabin froze, and even Ruby was staring, wide-eyed, as you, as the hand returned to your side.
Things devolved quickly from there, as the Dragon Girl's eyes sparked, and an expression of pure rage crossed her face, as she growled, arms raising into claws.
"You…" She trailed off.
Ignoring her anger, or at least pretending to, you turned to Hagrid, disregarding her altogether.
"So what's going on?" You asked.
Before the giant woman could answer, though, there was a rustle of movement, and you had to step to the side as a green blur of scales and rage slammed into the spot where you had been previously.
"You dare…" She growled, rising to her full, unimpressive height once again, more smoke leaking from her mouth. "You dare disrespect a Drake of Noble Lineage!" She snarled. "I'll have your head for this."
You blinked placidly.
"A dragon? Are you sure?" You smiled condescendingly before turning to Hagrid. "This is quite a hopeful Newt you've got here. Talking about being a dragon." The rage bait worked, despite you having literally acknowledged her as a dragon not ten seconds ago, as far as the girl was concerned, that didn't exist.
All that mattered was the here and now.
Just as you expected, the dragon breathed in, and the heat in the room rose. You idly prepared a flame freezing charm, although for one of her diminutive size, you weren't sure how impressive the dragon fire would actually be.
However, just before the outpouring of flame you were expecting, she froze, choked, and then wheezed out a puff of smoke.
"Pfhh." The noise that escaped her was pathetic, and she seemed to realize it, as well, given the way her face immediately flushed, and she stood there shaking, unsure of what to do in the face of an embarrassment on this level.
Your mouth, of course, didn't know when to stop.
"What was that supposed to be?"
"I- You!" Her anger was much less potent now that you knew she was incapable of using her fire breath for some reason, and she was no longer trying to claw you. Impressively, the girl seemed to take a moment to calm down, taking a deep breath, before glaring. "Thank the gods that I, in my infinite generosity and kindness, have deigned to let you live, this once."
After the declaration, she seemed to lose her energy, hunching down and turning to Hagrid.
"Ruby, my blankets." She demanded, and the giant woman quickly helped drape the pile back over herself. Once the task was done, the three of you sat around the hearth, and you removed your cloak and sweater vest in the oppressive heat.
"So what exactly is happening, actually?" You asked Hagrid, having deigned to ignore the glaring dragon girl, who paused in her attempt to burn holes in you to loudly slurp at the large pot of stew Hagrid had placed in front of her, using a comically large spoon.
"Well," Hagrid began, glancing over to the dragon. "I was in the pub, the other day, right?"
You nodded. That wasn't strange. Hagrid did seem to enjoy a bit of alcohol from time to time, if the flask you saw her drink from every time Selene Malfoy asked a question was what you thought it was.
"And I meet this chap, and he says to me, 'Well, why don't we play us a spot of cards?' and I thought that sounded right fine, so we sat down and started playing, only I had to explain the rules…" She trailed off at your look, blushing.
"And well, long story short, he said he had a dragon in custody, on its way to Ollie's, and that I could win it if I played with him. I won, and well…" She turned towards the girl in question, who loudly slurped at her soup.
"The Dragon didn't turn out to be the feral kind."
She nodded. The dragon in question, on the other hand, slammed her spoon down, having the unimpressive effect of simply splashing stew onto Hagrid's clean blankets.
"I am no wild beast!" She declared. "I am Heiress Smok, Daughter of Smaug and the Green Death." She said this almost petulantly, and paused, as if she expected you to react. When you didn't, she wilted, just a bit. "I am a lady of high renown." She finished, mumbling, before turning away and pouting.
"Shouldn't this be Ollivander's problem?" You asked, turning back to the adult in the room.
Hagrid winced, and you suddenly felt that you weren't going to like whatever she had to say next.
"Well, about that… I kinda…" She explained.
You couldn't help but gape.
"You're telling me you…" Hagrid nodded.
"And you?" The Dragon looked away, turning her nose into the air, even as broth dripped down her chin.
A hand went to massage your forehead, and you realized it was your own.
"So let me get this straight. You learned about a High Dragon being illegally transported to Ollivanders, but because you wanted to keep Ollivander's business from having problems, and because you wanted to see a dragon, you smuggled her out of the Ally, and into your hut on Hogwarts grounds."
Hagrid nodded again.
"Eeyup, that's about the long and short of it."
"And now you want to…?" What could be the plan from here?
Hagrid shifted.
"Well, I've actually contacted an old contact of mine, Charlie, with the Dragon Preserves. He's said he could come and pick her up tonight. On the down low."
You breathed a sigh of relief. Some good news. Then, a sense of dread entered your stomach.
"Where do I come in?"
Hagrid got shifty eyes, and she looked away for a bit.
"Well, as you can see, Miss Smok is having a bit of trouble keeping her body temp up. We think it's got something to do with the spell that was cast on her-"
"Black magic of the highest caliber."
"-certain type of sleep spells can do that if cast improperly. I can't be here the whole day to take care of her, but I was hoping that during Care, you'd, well…"
You got the message.
"Hang around here and take care of her?" You finished. Hagrid nodded, even as Smok protested.
"Ruby! You cannot leave me here with this- this- this Ape!" She seemed genuinely worried, which didn't do much in the face of Hagrid's well-meaning obliviousness.
"Oh, don't worry, Smok, Herman's a good boy. He'll take right good care of you."
She turned back to you.
"I hope."
The pleading look in her eyes was annoyingly effective.
"Sure." You sighed, looking away. If she was going to ask so earnestly, then you really had no choice other than to say yes.
Hagrid, on the other hand, had no such embarrassment and didn't bother hiding how happy she was. The tall woman stood from her seat, making it all the way across the room in just two steps. Picking you up, you barely had time to take a breath before she gave you a hug.
You only had a few moments to process the incoming event before you were quite literally lifted from your chair and pulled into Ruby's arms.
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This, of course, conveniently pressed your face right into the massive woman's chest. You hadn't realized it, but Hagrid's rack was massive.
Proportionally, it just looked rather large, but given the fact that the woman was about two and a half times the size of a regular person, this meant that her breasts were, in reality, larger than your head by a wide margin.
You became intimately familiar with this fact as the groundskeeper swung you around in a circle, cheering happily, before putting you back down in your chair, a wide smile on her face, not seeming to notice your disheveled hair.
"Thanks a bundle, Herman. I'll find some way to make it up to you." She promised. You waved her off.
"Don't worry about it, seriously." You didn't want to risk the woman pulling off that same move in front of Harry. The poor girl may actually froth at the mouth if she had seen that.
Hagrid was undeterred, though, and from the look on her face, you expected that you were going to have to find some way to allow her to make it up to you, lest she find her own.
Before the conversation could continue, there was a ring in the corner of the small, one-room cabin. You and Hagrid turned towards the wall, where a large, somewhat out-of-place grandfather clock stood. The chime sounded again, and Hagrid's eyes widened.
"Blimey! I've gotta get going!" She yelped, standing quickly, and pulling on her cloak. "I'll let the others know that you're doing some extra work for me, Herman. There's extra firewood outside, and the cauldrons have plenty of stew! Take care!" Before you had the chance to ask any questions, the tall woman hustled out of the shack, the door coming closed behind her.
Fang, who had been resting in a small dog bed by the door, jumped at the action, but otherwise didn't interrupt his sleep.
That left…
You turned, meeting the glaring High Dragon's eyes. She had bundled up so that only her eyes were visible, glowing slightly. They tracked you as you stood from the chair and walked over to your bag. Without speaking, you pulled open your book and started reading.
If you had to be here for the period, you were at least getting some reading done. You'd been recommended this book by Professor Flitwick. Apparently, there were some "Fantastic Examples of Goblin Biology" within.
Unfortunately, the moment you opened the book, Smok decided it was her time to speak.
"You." She hissed. You looked up, unimpressed. "What is thy name?"
"Were you not listening or something. Hard of hearing? It's Herman."
She twitched at the casual insult, but ignored it, instead continuing on her original track.
"Human Herman. As my temporary slave, you are required to obey me, yes?"
You blinked placidly.
She evidently took your attempt to process the raw bullshit you had heard as an agreement.
"Good. Then your first order is thus," she stuck both feet out from under the pile, clawed toes wiggling, "Massage my feet. My toes are cold."
"No." You smiled widely.
She snarled.
"I am cold, slave. Warm your master."
She wiggled her toes again.
Well, if she wanted to be like that.
You stood, her eyes went wide, as you began moving towards her.
"Wait you're actually going to- "
Instead of sitting by her feet, you took a seat on the bench beside her, throwing the blankets up, and throwing an arm over the cold-blooded reptile's shoulder, pulling her flush against your form. She had frozen, squawking in confusion.'
"W-what are you doing!" She squeaked. You caught a glimpse of her before the blankets settled again. She looked appropriately flustered.
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"You said you were cold." You grinned back.
Now that you were properly snuggled up, much to the dragon girl's chagrin, you were able to make a more accurate observation of the girl's physical stature.
She was, well, oddly small.
At least in accordance with your expectation of what a dragon was.
The books you had read in the library on the topic of High Dragons stated that even extremely young ones were often over six feet tall, with them gaining size as they aged.
Meanwhile, the one currently, reluctantly, shivering into your side, glaring up at you, was just barely taller than Harry, although she did look significantly more toned.
A runt, maybe?
You wanted to ask, but figured it would be rude to ask.
Instead, you satisfied your mental pursuits with other avenues. That being, specifically, her clothing.
From what you knew, High Dragons tended to either wear nothing, more typical for Dragons without a hoard, or living under others. Those with their own hoard are usually draped entirely in gold and jewels, as a show of wealth, or the skin and bones of other dragons, as a show of strength.
For a High Dragon to be wearing nothing but a black leotard and nothing else spoke of something odd going on.
The dragon in question, catching your gaze, assumed your examination was something less pure.
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"Hey! Keep your eyes away from my pure body, trash!" She snarled, backing away as much as she could under the shared cover of the blanket. "A body like mine is preserved only for those who may challenge me. Not for filthy mortals like yourself. Turn your eyes away lest I carve them out!"
You brought your gaze up from where they were examining her claws, because you weren't the level of degenerate she actually thought you were. At least, not all the time. Instead, you raised a single eyebrow at her before sighing.
May as well be polite.
"It is a nice body." You began, the dragon crossing her arms and smiling smugly as you turned away. "Thankfully, I was actually examining your claws. They seem quite well-maintained. Do you use any particular tools for them?"
"You noticed!- I mean- That doesn't make me happy to hear at all!" She turned away. "Your honeyed words work naught; you will not win me over with persuasion alone, wordsmith."
Wordsmith?
You had literally said a single sentence.
"I'm not trying to convince you of anything. I am simply stating my interest in studying you. In comparison to most wizards, High Dragons such as yourself have higher durability, magic resistance, and fearsome abilities in flame magic." You didn't add your curiosity about why she failed. "I wanted to know if I could ask you some questions. After all, you seem a prime example of all three factors."
Maybe you were laying it on a little thick, now, but when were you actually going to get a chance to interview another like this?
Besides, it seemed your words had worked, if the way she looked away, blushing, was anything to note.
"I-Idiot! Fool! Baka! To compliment a High Drake such as myself so carelessly. You are most certainly talented in observation at the very least, to notice my indomitable form, if low on common sense."
She shifted, just a bit.
"Very well. I will allow your academic pursuit. But you must enunciate your findings aloud." She pointed dramatically.
"You mean-"
"Yes!" She nodded, looking smug once again. "You must dictate the amazingness of my form as you observe it! It does well for a High Drake to be groveled to by lesser beings."
Well…
Fine with you.
To be one hundred percent honest, you were, perhaps, not the most fantastic at complimenting people.
Thus, when Smok demanded that you do so with her, as a cost for observing her, you were caught a bit off guard.
That did not mean, though, that you had nothing to say.
Digging back into the depths of your memory, you considered. Eventually, you found what you were looking for.
Your father, during one of the times you all had gone out as a family, had been flirted with by a waitress.
He hadn't flirted back, but it had made your mother slightly irritated. At the woman, not at him. In recompense, the two had spent the entire rest of the meal flirting in the grossest, most obvious ways they could think of.
Some of the terms they used could work here. They were hammy enough, at the very least.
Under her observant gaze, you figured you may as well start from the top. It was what made the most sense, after all.
"Well, let's begin with your eyes, then." You said, after a short pause.
"My eyes?" She echoed, hand coming up just under her left eye. She seemed a bit confused, but ultimately shrugged, accepting it. "Very well. Tell me, servant, what is it about my eyes that enchants you so. Merely likening to gems or crystals will not do you much here-"
"They are keen."
She stopped.
You nodded.
"Keen and observant. You tracked my own gaze in a second, and even the slightest movement fails to escape your notice. You warned me not to liken them to gems, and I understand why. Not even the most brilliant of Topaz could compare to them. It'd be an insult to say otherwise."
"O-Oh." She stuttered, stunned.
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You nodded before continuing.
"Your horns are equally impressive, impressive shape, curve, and the texture makes their raw strength clear. Alongside your scales, you are clearly a prime specimen."
"G-Go on."
You did as instructed, moving down.
"Your body shape is impressive. From the musculature, it's clear you take care of yourself, and the tint of your skin speaks to a good diet. Your breasts-" she stiffened at this, but you were too deep in your own verbal analysis to realize the faux pas you'd stumbled on, "-are shaped well, and of a good size in proportion to the rest of your body."
Down further. She shifted, thighs pressing together as if trying to hide them from your gaze.
"The hips are wide and curve nicely into your legs. Birth, I would expect, wouldn't be an issue in the slightest. They are pleasantly toned, but still contain some level of body fat if the shape is to be believed. Your legs are toned, and evidence of a fast runner."
You didn't bother to mention the lack of wings, and instead, looked her in the eyes once more.
"In conclusion, I would surmise to say you are in the upper percentile of High Drakes, on a purely physical level, in most respects."
She was blushing, but, at the direct address, seemed to regain some semblance of confidence. She crossed her arms and looked away, a smirk crossing her face as she did.
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"Slovenly Commoner, you may be, you clearly possess at least some level of intellect, to be able to pick out my greatness so clearly." She paused, then blushed even further, looking towards you with a stern look. "Don't let it go to your head, though, even a stone could have recognized my incredible-ness, with how obvious it is. You remain a pathetic servant."
She turned up her nose and turned away. Still haughty as ever, but at least more comfortable with you.
You still didn't appreciate the comments, though.
You almost broke character there.
You almost snapped at the smug brat, your self-control fraying at the edges.
The thought of making a smart comment, perhaps about her rotten personality, filled your head, but you bit it off in favor of a stiff smile. You could tell it was strained at the edges, but thankfully, it didn't seem Smok had much command of the nuances of human expression, and took your grin as a sign of acceptance, smiling and nodding to herself, hand on chin as she closed her eyes in smug satisfaction.
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"Very well, now, continue your observations, so that I may bask in well-deserved praise. Perhaps go into depth about the exploits you believe I've conquered. Maybe my prodigious abilities in Pyromancy. I will be generous and allow the choice to fall to you."
What a kind soul.
Truly.
Well, may as well use the opportunity for all it's worth.
"I'd like to examine you closer, particularly some of the parts that are difficult to examine without prior warning."
You, of course, meant her teeth.
A dragon's teeth were said to have several unusual properties, many of which were currently unexplored.
The most fascinating aspect to you was the fact that High Dragon teeth were one of the few instances in nature where a naturally occurring enchantment forms, inscribed on the enamel itself through biological processes. It's theorized that these runes allow greater control of their pyromancy, better health, and an array of other things. It hadn't been fully studied, though, and there was a rather lucrative market of fake High Drake Teeth going on, at least, according to the books.
To get a chance to record and observe them up close was a one-of-a-kind opportunity that you just couldn't pass up.
Thankfully, and in a move that almost made her smug attitude more bearable, Smok nodded, smiling leisurely as she did.
"I understand. I can grant you this boon. It is a small pittance to one such as I."
You reached forward, leaning in to pull apart her lips and maybe get a better look immediately, but you realized it was a bit presumptuous of you when she raised a hand, stopping you, with a frown.
"There will be no touching, whelp. As I said, you are not worthy of touching my pure, untainted body with your unbloodied hands. I will do the showing off."
A bit off, but you nodded and waited for her to open her mouth so you could examine her oral cavity.
Which was why you were confused as she stood up, slipping out from under the blankets.
She walked towards the center of the room, gingerly, and stopped in front of the fire.
"Rejoice. Few get to see this sight and live." She said, simply, before reaching down and-
Your mind stuttered.
Why on earth was she undressing?
The leotard she was wearing came up over her head, ignoring the horns in some slip of magic you didn't notice. From there, it was easy for her to let it fall, coming together in a pile on the ground.
Looking back up at her, you beheld the smuggest High Drake you had ever seen, as naked as the day she hatched.
Planting her hands on her hips, she grinned, staring you down expectantly, as you had somehow asked for this. A ball of green fire formed between her horns as she smirked at you.
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"Behold. The unfiltered form of a High Drake." She flexed, and you saw her muscles tense under scale covered sking, flex. "Drink it in, servant, I am generous with those who do well in service to me."
Well.
…
Somehow, deep inside, you knew it was going to turn out like this.
There didn't seem to be a single situation in this school where you interacted with a woman, and they didn't end up naked at some point.
Aside from maybe, like, McGonagall.
…
You were reminded by a quote you had read once.
Some men are dying of thirst while others drown.
Something to ponder later.
Either way, you couldn't help the deadpan look that formed on your face as the now naked High Drake sauntered forward, hips swaying as she showed off. She moved more like she was on a catwalk than in the hut of a half-giant.
"Feast your eyes, servant. This sight does not come commonly."
She turned, poking at her ass and tail. It swished behind her, moving back and forth in a slow, lazy motion. You were reminded of a dog, wagging its tail as it waited for praise.
Unlike a dog, though, she seemed to understand your expression plenty well, and wilted slightly under your dry look.
"Eh, Servant, praise me!" The demand came, the green-skinned woman growing self-conscious as she shifted, her legs coming together.
Suppressing a sigh, you shoved down your irritation in favor of trying to look on the bright side.
This was a brilliant academic opportunity.
It was just, well, not the one you were expecting.
Nodding, you stood as well, the blankets the two of you had been sharing falling to the floor behind you.
"Truly, a magnificent form." You said, nodding. "I appreciate you showing it to me. Before I make my comments, would you mind if I took the time to get a proper understanding of it?"
Your tone suggested sincerity, which she seemed to take, regaining her confidence and nodding happily.
"Take your time, one as august as I has many positive characteristics that deserve attention. Please locate all of them and form your speech afterwards. I have patience in boundless amounts."
She was quite verbose at times, wasn't she?
You circled around Smok, examining every part of her as you did. Irony of it aside, her removing her leotard had, in fact, allowed you to get a much better idea of her body.
Particularly, her wings. Or lack thereof.
Where the young High Drake should have a pair of large, leathery wings, she instead had malformed nubs. Not as if they had been removed, but rather, as if their growth was stunted.
You were able to see the start of wings, as small as they were, but they were most definitely not more than simple fleshy bumps for now, only a bit smaller than the ones she had on her front.
At the same time, other pieces fascinated you.
Particularly-
"Why do you have a belly button?" You asked, staring at the offending dimple.
Smok shifted, somewhat nervously. A hand came over to cover it.
"I do not." She said tersely.
"But-"
"Servant." She seemed serious, now. It was not as intimidating as she thought it was. "There is no belly button. No full-blooded high drake would have one."
You nodded slowly, still making note of it.
There was more there.
But beyond that...
Normal vagina. Human-looking. Breasts much the same.
If you wanted to know more, you'd have to lay your hands on her to get a proper feel.
For academic reasons, of course.
In for a penny, in for a pound, as they say in the States.
Either way, you did, in fact, want to actually get a closer look, so, stepping a bit closer, you leaned in.
…
She blushed, but didn't back away from your scrutinizing gaze.
And it was scrutinizing, after all-
Why did a reptile have breasts!?
You already asked that, but really.
A closer look was going to be required; if you really wanted to get to the bottom of this, you we're going to need some hands-on experience.
Not suicidal enough to just start grabbing, especially since the target of said grabbing has steak knives on each finger, and a tail with more muscle than all four of your limbs combined, you decided to ask first.
"Ms. Smok-"
"Lady Smok. No. Lady Smok the Indomitable!"
"Lady Smok, if possible, and if it would be acceptable to you, I'd like to perform an examination. To better understand your body, of course. It'd barely count as touching, as I'd be acting more like a…" You trailed off, as you tried to figure out a way around her aversion to 'Peasants' and whatnot touching her.
As it turned out, though, you didn't have to worry, as before you could even finish your excuse, she spoke up again, smirking firmly in place.
"Carry on!" She said, looking as unbothered and smug as possible. She dismissively waved her hand, as if telling you to get on with it.
You hesitated, just for a moment.
"You understand that I meant physical contact, yes?"
She raised a brow and gave you a look that made you think she regarded you as particularly dumb.
"Are you one of those mentally challenged individuals, I've heard mother speak of. The type that charges into a dragon's home and declares that they are there to lay the dragon?" she asked.
Pausing, you gave her a look.
"Did that really happen?"
A shrug.
"Mother tells the story much but refuses to explain how it ends. I assume she merely doesn't wish for me to be traumatized by how she brutally murdered the human."
Interesting.
"Apologies, I was being overly cautious. I will proceed, then?"
She grumbled impatiently.
"Get on with it already. I desire to hear more praise for my form. Stupid servant."
Well, if she was going to be rude. You would just get about getting an answer to one of your more prevalent questions about her, then.
Hands coming up behind her began with her stomach, reaching forward and grabbing onto her firm midsection.
The dragon woman's skin was cool to the touch, shockingly so. You were expecting maybe an abnormal warmth, but instead her scales felt more along the line of feeling a cool piece of metal, or perhaps chainmail.
Sliding upwards, you left her scale-covered hips in favor of her green-skinned stomach. The temperature shift between the two was incredible. Where her scales were cool, her midsection was indeed startingly hot. Just enough that it was ever so slightly uncomfortable to touch for long periods, and you had to take a moment to adjust.
Beyond just warmth, though, the girl was an incredible mix of a smooth, soft texture, combined with the subtle firmness that came with athleticism.
You felt along her midsection as she shifted in your hold. The moment you had come in contact with the other, she had gone silent and merely exhaled as you felt up along her abs.
Now, you were just below her breasts. Normally, you may stop, dramatically so, to build up tension, but you had a different feeling today.
With how bratty she'd been and how impatient she was for you to examine her, you figured you would just dive straight in. Surprise the other.
So, you did, and with one firm motion, your hands came up to cup the underside of her modest breasts, squeezing each small handful as you did.
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The squeak she let out was delightful, and you endeavored to provoke more as you continued your examination. Poking and prodding at the masses, you tried to figure out what, exactly, they were for.
Were they for lactation? Did High Drakes feed their young on milk? It was an interesting theory, and one that you, admittedly, did not feel much closer to answering even as you felt up Smok's chest.
They did make good stress balls, though, you thought as you pushed the breasts together, before letting them fall apart, and that let you think through things easier anyway.
Perhaps they were similar to the platypus, laying eggs whilst still being a mammal.
It wouldn't be the strangest thing magic has produced, not by a long shot.
Still, the academic felt the need to check, anyway firmly, and so you busied yourself with teasing her nipples, on top of the early ministrations.
It was this action that finally provoked a verbal reaction beyond just squeaking and quite exhaling.
"S-Servant. Perhaps you are getting carried away in your examination. Keep your wits about you. While my body is, indeed, near irresistible, the willpower needed to-eep!" She cut herself off, as you gave both nipples a swift tweak.
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Smirking, you answered her cut-off statement.
"Rest assured, Ms. Smok. I am simply examining you. Anything you may feel is simply a natural reaction."
"It's Lady-nnggh"
This time, you pinched both, rolling her dark green nipples slightly. They were hard, against your hands, and her back arched as you played with the nubs, a noise sounding suspiciously like a moan escaping her as you did.
Interesting.
Both as a proponent of the scientific method and as a person enjoying the brat's embarrassed reaction, you continued your efforts, pulling, twisting, pinching, and squeezing her breasts and nipples every which way, as the girl squirmed in your hands.
Too proud to mention how she was feeling, and not clever enough to realize you were doing it on purpose.
A fun combo, and one you, you will admit, took full advantage of to tease her to your heart's content.
Eventually, as you experimented in pulling her breasts in opposite directions, the rough play got to her, and you felt her entire body stiffen, leaning back against your chest, and a noise that was definitely a moan escaped her mouth, as she came, liquid running down her thigh as she slumped slightly.
You deemed that a good moment to finally let go, backing off, and letting her sway, before plopping down onto her ass, on the ground behind her, ungraceful and dazed.
Standing over her, you smiled down, meeting her eyes.
"I have put together my first set of compliments, Ms. Smok."