Story Written and made by  Alterationartist
Art is from  ocaritna
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original post by Alterationartist:

Chrys -- http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17938222/

Winston -- http://www.furaffinity.net/view/23068054/

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DEAL OR NO MEAL

Chrys was exhausted as the nigt set in just as he made it home. The little blue fluffcrystal dragon spent so much time at one of the local flea markets, he'd lost track of time. The walk home wasn't made any better when he'd bought a couple of personal watermelons being sold for cheap. They hung on his left arm from a bag, while the other arm carried a bundle of things that an elderly man was parting with for very cheap. There were scented tea lights, incense, decorative soaps, and various assorted trinkets, all thrown haphazardly into a large basket. It was thankfully a bit lighter than the fruit, but he was getting tired Chrys was hoping there would be something for him to use to liven up his small home. Even though he was happy with finally being able to afford a simple home, he didn't have any furniture. But he didn't want to part with his collection of gems. They had far too much sentimental value to him, especially the one that hung in the aura from his tail. He managed to locate a bed and some other cheap furnishings by going to places like the flea market that had various things some people were parting with for little cost.

After stepping inside, Chrys let himself flop from exhaustion. He sat awkwardly in an old secondhand loveseat he'd gotten free, by offering to move it away from a couple who were redecorating. It was a bit aged, but it didn't have any lingering smell, which he was grateful for. Chrys dug idly through the contents of his mysterious bundle. He pulled out a few pieces of costume jewelry, some raw fabrics, and even a sewing kit. Perhaps the gentleman had been traded this from some nice lady. Bartering was a common occurence among the regulars there, especially the people who made homemade foods and traded for vegetables and jars of preserves and honey. Several more things came out of Chrys' basket, including bags of loose cotton and a small box of assorted buttons. There was certainly a theme present. He was hoping to find something that might make a nice gift to the person he cared about. However, towards the bottom of the basket, he felt something soft. Chrys pulled it free, realizing he was holding a small plush toy.

It was a small orange dragon toy. It was a very inviting orange color, with small golden bands on its arms with a fiery yellow mane and three short brown horns. Two were larger on its head, with a smaller one at the end of its snout. Chrys couldn't help but smile at it. It was certainly cute. Perhaps the woman who had this basket before sewed it? It looked too fine to be homemade, and none of the fabric seemed to match, so Chrys quickly discarded the thought. He was still too tired to think that much. As he relaxed, he thought the incense might help. The small dragon rummaged through the things he'd pulled out, but instead found a small pack of tea lights. He was drawn to them because they said they were cinnamon scented, with a red coloring. Chrys figured the smell would be nice, and it was already dark outside, so the light could be calming as well. He plucked a small matchbook resting atop the pile and proceeded to set some out. He started with two, each placed at either end of his petite living room table. He put the rest of the things away, until he noticed one of his tiny watermelons had rolled free of its bag. The smell of cinnamon did a bit to make him hungry, especially after his walk.

Chrys got up briefly to fetch a knife. He was feeling too lazy to bring the melon to the kitchen and back, simply bringing a roll of paper towels. He set the melon on the table and cut into it deeply, right between the candles on either side...

The two miniature red candles flared up, causing Chrys to yelp, recoiling back into his loveseat. His breathing was quick, but the tea lights were the same as ever. Had he just imagined things? He let himself calm down before he took hold of the knife again.

"It must just be the exhaustion..." He muttered to himself, as he finally halved the melon. He promptly cut it into quarters. He laid back once more, with some paper towels to keep the juices from staining his furniture, before taking a gentle nip into it. He did feel more relaxed, with a snack to eat. That was until he noticed that the plush toy was no longer where he left it.

Chrys looked around, trying to see if he'd misplaced it, but there was nothing to lose it in, except the basket and the bag, and even then, they showed no signs of plushie in them. With another mouthful of melon passing his lips, Chrys found it, standing upright over the remaining three quarters of the fruits. He swallowed and choked harshly on his food, startled by this sudden appearance, but moreso because the plush dragon was accompanied by a similar dragon of much more impressive size, looking up behind it.

"Oh, is this a summoning?" A deep manly voice spoke from the large orange dragon. Chrys noticed he had no lower body, and simply floated off the ground. While the colors were the same as the plush, this spirit was much larger and more defined, much more masculine than the cute toy in front of him.

"Summoning?! W-what?!" Chrys stammered, his petite claws digging against his loveseat.

"You bring me to your home with watermelon, and you light nice red candles for me!" The manly dragon responded without hesitation, "It looks like you're trying to summon me when I'm already here! Otherwise this is a very convenient coincidence!"

"I-I wasn't trying to summon anything, I swear!" Chrys rebutted.

"Hmm!" The dragon leaned in closer, his confident smirk widening. "Well I suppose this IS just an odd stroke of luck for you. Well, in the interest of being 'polite', I suppose I should tell you my name. You can call me... Winston! I saw those people gathering at dawn and thought I'd find someone worth possessing. But what I didn't expect is the mothers dragging their children and... infants along! I couldn't let them find my plush form, or they would tear me apart! I had to stay out of the sunlight, so I found a place to wait out the day and hope all the children would leave, until I found myself being uncovered in your home! With my favorite food just waiting for me!"

"I-I didn't know!" Chrys took the melon in his hand and placed it on the table in front of the plush toy. "If you want it, you can have as much as you want, as long as you don't hurt me!"

"Oh?" Winston chuckled a bit at how the slim dragon gave in submissively. "Well that would nice, except there's a bit of a problem. I can't touch anything, which makes eating rather hard. On top of that, I see here that while you have the watermelon and the candles, you forgot an important ingredient... a body to use as a vessel!"

"A... body?" Chrys questioned. "Like... my body?"

"Well, that might benefit us both!" Winston said, heartily. "I mean I could help you more than hurt you. You're so small and skinny, but I could easily give you a body like mine!"

"Like yours?" Chrys said, a small hint of curiosity building up in him, "Like just as big and strong?"

"Oh yes!" Winston affirmed, his smirk widening into a wide, sharp-toothed grin. "I'm sure you have more than a passing need for a figure like this! Perhaps for someone you like, or maybe so you can be more than a thin little wimp!" Chrys opened his mouth to object, but Winston was right. Being strong was an attractive quality, and he knew strength like that would have helped him a long while back when he was agreeing to favors that moved his bed and couch here. With muscles like Winston's, he could have carried them home on foot if he wanted to.

"S-so what do I have to do to... lend you my body?" Chrys asked, tactfully. He didn't want to be intimidated into just giving himself away entirely.

"Sign a simple contract!" Winston responded quite quickly to that. Within seconds, the orange dragon snapped his fingers and made a glowing parchment appear. The terms were spelled out in a very point blank fashion, with only a few sentences vaguely stating that Chrys would be lending his body to Winston and wouldn't bring him any physical harm, and a large line at the bottom for Chrys' name. "Just write your name and we'll be well on our way to a bigger and better you!"

"Oh... okay..." Chrys was too intimidated by Winston's size and confidence to refuse, but that only cemented in how much he felt like he needed this change. Being bigger would keep him from having to feel this weak again. The fluffcrystal dragon scratched his name onto the parchment, the letters shimmering behind his claw as it marked the contract with his signature. "S-so... now what do I do?"

"Not a thing!" Winston replied, with a deep chuckle. "Once I'm inside you, I'll take care of everything!" With that, the large orange dragon moved closer, his ghostly tail simply sliding over the living room table like it wasn't even there, the breeze created by Winston's presence blowing out the candles.

There was no more light in the room, but Chrys' was no longer seeing with light. His pearlescent and pupilless eyes could detect residual magic in darkness, but only if he focused. With Winston this close, he could see the ghostly dragon and his fiery aura against the complete black. Those massive orange arms reached forward and lifted the small dragon up. Chrys was startled, as he was led to believe that Winston couldn't touch anything, or perhaps this was an effect of making the verbal and conscious agreement to let him inside of him. Winston's tail coiled and constricted over Chrys' thin frame, claiming him as the orange dragon pressed his lips against the fluffcrystal's. Chrys was stunned, not expecting this at all and opening his mouth to object.

That was all Winston needed, suddenly forcing his essence into the thin blue dragon's body, sending him reeling back into the couch cushions. Chrys wriggled and squirmed. While the sensation wasn't painful, it was certainly unusual. Even after the last portion of the ghostly dragon slipped between his lips, Chrys panted as the unbelievably powerful essence took hold of him.

Chrys' body began to change, his eyes pressed tightly shut as his body shifted and became more unfamiliar to him. His chest puffed out, until it became firmer and more solid. Chrys felt large pecs form, with the mass increasing downward to his flat stomach. Within moments, new bulges of muscle surged outward, chiseling and sculpting his middle into enviable six pack abs. They felt great on his body, and so new. The feeling traveled quickly out to his limbs. Thankfully, Chrys was able to witness this change more easily, seeing his thighs and calves thicken out while his bulked up greatly. Chrys felt hundred of pounds heavier, but due to his increased musculature, it wasn't any harder to move. In fact, Chrys was amazed at how effortlessly he could move this powerful new body. He found himself giving in to the feeling, closing his eyes and wanting Winston to give him all the strength available...

Winston was pleased. The fluffcrystal dragon and his control were being steadily buried as their combined form became a mix of the two. The moment Chrys gave into the sensations, the ghostly dragon took full control. While the fluffcrystal dragon had been predominantly blue, his colors began to change. Those rippling muscles down along his front had the fluff upon them change to a clean white color, with two pointed black stripes formed under his arms and one over his thick, muscular neck. The stripe in the center overlapped with his thick and prominent pecs, to make them stand out by the sheer width between the points. The golden chains that had once adorned Winston's wrists appeared on Chrys, in a way, signifying how the small blue dragon was the one who was bound now. The fluffcrystal's face reshaped, taking on a manlier appearance, with his small pearlescent horns extending and thickening, reshaping to mimic Winston's swerved horns, including with the addition of two more golden bands wrapped around the middle.

The blue dragon's short pearl claws grew out from his strong, manlier hands, even the finer details starting to resemble the ghostly dragon more than they did Chrys at this point. His back flexed, the tiny and trivial wings that had once belonged to Chrys now stretching outward into a large and impressive wingspan. As the finishing touch, the gem that had been embedded in Winston's chest reappeared. The combined dragon finally opened his eyes, no longer the featureless pearls they were before, but those of Winston's, one golden and one bright purple, with dark irises.

"I suppose there's one thing I wasn't a hundred percent clear about," came Winston's voice from the powerful merged dragon. He was grinning with Winston's confidence and there wasn't even a shadow of the flufcrystal that had once solely inhabited the body. He was too far buried under Winston's incomparable might. "I guess we never specified how much control I'd have over your body, and how long you'd be 'lending' it to me! I think I'll borrow it for as long as I want and have as much control as I want! If you have any objections, please say so now!" No response followed, with Winston merely chuckling at how easy it was to drag the small dragon into a lopsided deal. "Good, then I suppose that's settled! Now I can have myself a nice, enjoyable treat~"

Winston leaned forward to grab the remainder of the watermelon that Chrys had left behind, taking deep bites and savoring his most favorite treat.