dragon whose breath weapon isn’t fire, it’s a gas that’s an aphrodisiac and also causes drowsiness
you assume you’re alright because you can’t see the colorless gas. you see this dragon that seems pretty friendly, and you get closer and she opens her mouth but no fire comes out, so you’re probably ok. in fact, it doesn’t seem like she has any kind of dangerous breath at all. she’s really docile; she eagerly lets you hug her neck and makes a cheerful chuffing noise as she breathes onto your face
this might be a weird comment to make out of nowhere but you’re suddenly noticing it just now. your nipples are REALLY sensitive. every time you move your shirt rubs on them and it’s- woah- oh my god the seam on your pants is touching you between the legs and you need to take them off so you can- holy fuck why are you so tired, you were fine a minute ago, wh-
the dragon purrs happily and licks your neck as you slump, unconscious, into her claws














