I'm going to add in a few of the snippits I've written for Dragon but that don't occur in the actual story. These are just silly adventures and further exploration of what on earth it's like to have a dragon boyfriend.

Little Dragon

He couldn't believe he had just made the same mistake. He'd been down in his hoard, cataloging and researching, but really just drifting in an out of consciousness, when he had stupidly mumbled out one of the spells he was reading. Realizing his mistake too late he was over taken by mist and transformed against his will. The book fell to the floor in front of him, it was much bigger than he remembered it being. Or- oh no.

Soul set one paw against the book and was disgusted to realize that no, the book was not bigger. He was smaller. He was a much smaller dragon.

Little one was going to make fun of him for this. He considered not going back up to the main cave until the spell wore off or he fixed it, but he didn't really want to worry her, and the cave floor was cold now that he was so close to it. Soul weighed his options, being cold and alone and tiny or being warm and made fun of but being with little one. Except, now he was the little one.

He snorted and made his way out of the hoard. Soul had never enjoyed being cold and Maka would probably scratch his neck once she stopped laughing at him. It took him much longer than usual and he wished he had a reference to how much smaller he was now. He moved much more quietly without all his extra bulk and strength, it just took him longer to get anywhere.

Little one was asleep in his nest with a book next to her. Soul considered waking her up, but nap time sounded much nicer. His new weight hardly ruffled the blankets and little one made no notice of him, which both bothered him and delighted him. He nudged her hand with his nose until it was on his head and the weight of her arm was resting comfortably on his back. She was warm and Soul began to purr. Normally he liked to be able to curl around his little one, keeping her safe and holding her close, but being curled into her side like this was not so terrible.

He curled his head around so he could listen to her heartbeat and nuzzled his head closer. In the haze of sleep and warmth, Soul neglected to notice that he was effectively using her breast as a cushion. But Maka had shifted to pull him closer as though she were cuddling with a cat and he was too pleased to really think properly.

There was something small and rather pokey in her arms, which was unusual, the most pokey thing in Soul's nest was usually just a stray feather. She blinked the sleep from her eyes, Maka hadn't really meant to fall asleep, the nest was just always so comfortable, to see what she was holding. In sleeping with the dragon, she'd developed an interesting habit of always holding something while she slept, either his arm, a pillow, sometimes all of him, or even a book at times.

It was a small white dragon. Maka stared, were there smaller dragons she was not aware of? Or was this actually…Soul? His head was on her chest, just over her heart and he was purring contentedly and she was holding him close.

"Soul?" She asked tiredly. Just what had he gotten himself into? "Are you my dragon?"

He opened his eyes to blink at her before going right back to purring, he even snuggled closer. "What did you do, silly lizard?" She briefly wondered if this was a dream and decided it probably was when he allowed her to pet him. Soul gave a small chirping rumble and pressed more into her hand, which made his little one smile. "You are very precious, little dragon." Maka fought to stay awake, but she was warm, had a very pleased little dragon cooing and purring settling himself in the crook of her arm, and this was simply a dream; there was no way the powerful and snarky Soul she knew would be so small.

His little one's breathing evened out again while she held him. He'd been surprised by how calm she had been, as well as affectionate. It was a fleeting though as Soul let himself fall back asleep as well, but he rather liked being her dragon.

The spell was worn down and broken by his magic before they woke up for the second time. His head was tucked under her chin, snowy hair tickling her neck and collar bones while she cradled his shoulders and head to her. He never once stopped purring though as she held him.