No sooner did he round the corner than he spotted Dune, one of the dragon’s other friends, companions, and “pet”. The wusky was relaxing quietly to some music playing from one of the machines Vel had stolen from the advanced nation to the north, and the Zorgoia grinned, “Hey Dune!”
“Huh-GAH!” He yelped as he suddenly found his world crushed under fluffy fat.
“Like what Vel did to me? Toldya dragons make the comfiest ‘goia fat.” Zephyr said coyly as he pressed his weight into the wusky’s form, his fluff and fat both making him feel utterly delightful to the touch.
Dune paused and his ears flickered when he got his bearings back and realized who Zephyr had eaten to get so large. But at the same time, he was so fluffy, and probably full too so the risk of him being next was low… so was it wrong to be enjoying this? After a few seconds passed, he couldn’t help but let his paws diligently feel and trace at the padding that was once his dragon master, a blush of quiet adoration and love of his current predicament evident under his own fluffy fur as the noodle began to chrr.
“It’s nice to have friends.” Zephyr said with a playfully cheeky chuckle as laid down on top of the wusky to smother him while the canine worked.