Teasing Raz Again

The second of my little tease stories for my friend Raz ( https://twitter.com/BaraLucario )

This one involving a familiar red dragon friend of his coming over to visit, and leaving the Lucario rather flustered when he sees the dragon being a bit... beeifer than he remembers.

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Teasing Raz Again

By: Dragonien

Raz had been looking forward to seeing Dragonien again all week. Since Raz had gone out of town for his two-month long business trip the two had kept in regular contact through Twitter and texting. It wasn't quite the same as getting to hang out in person and beat each other senseless in whatever flavor of the month video game they had picked up, though. Neither his bad jokes nor Dragonien's teasing held quite the same ability to distract one another to gain an advantage in the game they were playing online as they did in person. He was confident, however, that the awful chemistry jokes he had been working on in preparation for his return would be more than enough to keep Dragonien from wiping the floor with him in Guilty Gear. At least, as long as the dragon didn't cheat with something like taking off his shirt like he had done the last time they had played a fighting game. He had been building up his confidence and strategy ever since he had finally had a solid date he was getting back in town and had set a time for him and Dragonien to meet and catch back up in person. Sadly all of his mental preparation was thrown out the window when he answered the doorbell and saw Dragonien, or at least Dragonien from the neck down, standing in the doorway.

Now, it wasn't abnormal to only see part of Dragonien when he was standing in a doorway. Raz was used to the 8'4" dragon towering over most door frames and having to duck underneath them, so that wasn't what threw the pokemorph for a loop. No, it wasn't the dragon's height that was the problem. It was the fact that he was, for lack of a better descriptive term, absolutely ripped.

"H-Holy shit. Drago?!" Raz stammered in surprise.

Dragonien, for his part, seemed to have expected the reaction. While Raz was still stunned and staring, he ducked down as he always did to lower himself underneath the door and squeeze inside. However, as he did so, it wasn't lost on the lucario that Dragonien had to turn slightly sideways to fit his massively broad shoulders through the door. The move something he had not needed to do just a couple of months ago when they last hung out. Now, Drago had never really been small even when you didn't take in to account his prodigious height. But he had always been more on the lean and athletic side with more tone and little body fat like an underwear model or a swimmer. But the beast here before Raz claiming to be Dragonien looked like it fed on smaller bodybuilders and took their mass for its own. It didn't help that he recognized the cargo shorts and forest green T shirt that Dragonien was wearing as some of his casual clothes he liked to wear to be comfortable. Except now, where the clothes had once been somewhat loose fitting, they were pulled skin tight across his hulking body almost like a second skin. The idea of trying to put anything in the various pockets of the cargo shorts he wore was laughable when he saw how the dragon's monstrous thighs filled the leg holes out to the point that he was amazed the pressure hadn't snapped the clear outline of the dragon's smartphone in half. The shirt was little better with how the fabric clearly dug into the groove between the dragon's pecs and pulled tight across his stomach to clearly outline his abdominal muscles. It was only after the lucario realized that he had been staring in silence for almost a solid minute, and that Dragonien had just been standing there and grinning the entire time that he had stared, that he snapped out of his stupor and the dragon finally responded to his question.

"Yep. It’s me! Hell, it’s actually a bit more of me than normal. Dunno if you noticed or not, though." He rumbled, giving Raz a devious grin knowing full well that he had, in fact, noticed. "And before you ask. No, I'm not on steroids" His grin grew coy and taunting for a moment as he added "But if you don't believe me you're welcome to check for side effect. Nope, it’s all natural. Benefits of Dreki biology. I may lose the extra mass faster if I don't maintain it but I can also put it on a lot faster as well. I got bored while you were out of town so I... well. Let’s just say that I spent a lot of time over the last couple of months at the gym. I think it shows, don't you?"

With his last question the dragon raised one of his arms up, fingers curling into a fist that tensed the tendons along his forearm, and curled it up over his head until his closed fist was nearly pressing onto the top of his head. The pose caused his shoulder to raise up while his bicep flared out and forced the two to shove and grind against one another in a fight for space, all the while causing his shirt to ride up on that side and expose part of his bottom row of abdominal muscles. As he held that pose Raz slowly stepped closer to the hulking bodybuilder-sized dragon that Dragonien had become. One of his hands reached out towards one of the pectorals that hovered at eye level with the pokemorph. His palm pressed flat against the protruding slab of muscle and his fingers splayed across it before clenching lightly as if testing the firmness of the muscle. He may as well have been trying to squeeze a dent into a concrete wall for all the give that the dragon's massive pectoral surrendered to his grip. Raz could feel how not just that pectoral but the rest of the dragon attached to it didn't so much as shift in response to his touch transforming into an increasingly forceful push. He knew that he could have put his entire weight into shoving against the dragon, hell probably even with a running start, and he wouldn't even budge. It wasn't until that mental image had fully rolled itself through his head that Raz realized his hand was still on the dragon's chest. Not only that but his fingers almost of their own accord were squeezing and kneading at the steely hard muscle in a manner far more aligned with feeling someone up rather than simply testing their stance or firmness. The moment that realization struck him his hand jerked away from the dragon's torso as if it had been burned and his face took on a bashful expression as he looked back up at Dragonien's expectant grin.

"Normally I'd at least want to be bought dinner before I let someone feel me up. But, since you're a friend I guess I don't mind." Dragonien teased, waggling his eyeridges provocatively at the Lucario.

As if Raz wasn't embarrassed enough before, that statement made him start to fear that his head might just spontaneously combust with how hotly he was blushing. It took him several long seconds before he worked up the courage to look Dragonien in the eyes again, but when he did he saw that devious smirk had softened just the tiniest bit. If he hadn't known Dragonien pretty well by now he might not have noticed it. Sure, the dragon put on a cocky and ego driven persona but at the end of the day he was little more than an overgrown nerdy softie that put on airs and personalities like that to tease people and give them what he thought they wanted. So, while he was standing there, clearly trying to show off his prodigious mass he was still hesitating and taking things slow enough to not only encourage Raz to take the initiative, but give him plenty of time and space to 'escape' so to speak, if he wished. More than anything else it was that mostly unconscious knowledge that, regardless of how Dragonien acted, in a way he still had control that gave him the confidence to act.

His hand stretched back out and once more pressed itself into Dragonien's pectoral. His fingers spread as wide as they could to cover as much of the heavy steak of muscle fiber as it could and still didn't seem to even cover half of it. His other hand mirrored the first on the dragon's opposite pectoral and both began to gently knead and squeeze into the thin fabric covering the dragon's pectorals. As his courage slowly stoked higher, the lucario took a step and a half forward until he was directly in front of the dragon. Rather than craning his head back all the way to look Dragonien in the face he stared straight ahead at the wall of meat that was Dragonien's torso. His nose was less than an inch away from the taunt fabric covering the canyon of muscle that was the dragon's pectoral cleavage. Even though he could clearly smell the fresh slightly fruity scent of whatever body wash the dragon used and tell he had showered before coming here there was still that faint lingering musk underneath it. It wasn't harsh or pungent but it was strong enough that he felt a shiver go down his spine at the mental image of a sweating, pumped-up dragon straining to squat a massive bench press bar for his latest set. It didn't help that that flash of a mental image included the added detail that the gym hadn't had enough weights to give the dragon a real challenge so instead Dragonien had a couple of the other gym goers hanging off of either side of the bar to add enough extra weight to challenge him. When he snapped out of the mental image a second later, he realized he had unconsciously moved his head forward the last little bit and now his nose was buried firmly into the cleft of Dragonien's pectorals. He had come too far, though, and despite his raging embarrassment only growing to ever higher magnitudes he did not retreat like part of his brain screamed for him to do.

After what seemed like hours, but in reality was probably only a minute or two, of Raz basking in the scent and presence of the dragon he felt a powerful hand gently grip one of his shoulders and nudge him backwards. Responding more on reflex than conscious choice, the lucario took a couple of steps backwards away from the looming beast of a dragon and found himself staring up into his eyes once more. The dragon's grin turned yet more affectionate and tender, though still with a healthy portion of that cocky confidence that seemed to so naturally fit someone of his proportion, as the two stared at each other. Then, the dragon's arms crossed themselves in front of his torso. Fingers curled underneath opposite ends of his shirt's hem, his forearms and biceps bulging and shoving against each other in the process, and began to quite literally peel the skintight fabric up off of his upper body. As if his eyes were magnetized to the sight, Raz found himself unable to look away as he watched the dragon casually undressing his upper body and carelessly tossing the stretched-out shirt across the room to be forgotten. With his upper body exposed, his arms then reached up to interlock his fingers behind his neck as his stance shifted slightly to strike a casual front abdominal pose for Raz.

It was like looking at a Greek statue, if said statue had spent a few extra hours each week at the gym. Dragonien was built like a tank now and his immense height only added to his enormous presence. Each of his abdominal muscles was easily as big if not a bit bigger than the lucario's fist and each had deep, well defined grooves surrounding them to accentuate how little body-fat the dragon had. As his eyes traveled up Dragonien's torso it flared into a broad V shape around his monstrous pectorals, each nearly rivaling a car's hubcap in size. Each time the dragon inhaled Raz watched those massive pectorals flare as the bellows of the dragon's lungs pushed them outwards nearly as far as the dragon's chin jutted out. When he finally got the prerequisite staring out of the way and turned his gaze back to Dragonien's face he saw the smug expression had returned. He didn't even need to speak for Raz to hear the taunting accusations of how much he must like the view. But by now Raz had been teased past most of his natural hesitation. This time, Raz overcame that reluctance born of embarrassment more quickly and, before he realized it, he was right back where he had been before.

Without the shirt in the way the dragon's natural scent was that much stronger in the lucario's nostrils as they buried themselves right back between his pectorals. The dragon's body heat poured over him like a radiator and made pressing against him oddly comforting despite the higher tension the teasing and sensually charged atmosphere was wiring in to them both. His arms slipped their way around the dragon's waist almost of their own accord and for several long moments Raz just stood there hugging himself against the dragon and basking in his scent and heat. His embarrassment and self-consciousness slowly melted away as he embraced the dragon, who seemed content to just let the lucario indulge himself in the tender physical contact. It wasn't like they hadn't fooled around before to varying degrees, but he still was a bit too shy to typically be so forward as to just press himself up against Dragonien like this, so he was rather proud of overcoming those feelings. Of course, Dragonien couldn't leave well enough alone. When he finally spoke again after minutes of silence his words elicited a mental image in Raz's mind that caused him to blush so hard he swore that there must have been steam coming from his ears.

"So, do you want to see my new posing thong?"