Art by  kobada featuring  blutengel

Bluti's latest DnD campaign ended almost as soon as it begun.

Being a cocky brat and trying to swindle NPC's out of their gold so early on trying to show just how devious and sneaky of a thief he was, but starting off with a critical failure, followed by another, and then another all one after the other.....

Critical failure 1: Accidentally stepping on Drac's tail while trying to sneak up on him, getting instantly spotted and so close to his most dangerous tool, it only took a few swift motions to have some thick coils climb up and around the bold to restrain and bind the bold in coils.

Critical failure 2: Trying to fight back with his own tail swiping at Drac's legs, but all it took was one quick stomp on that tail to pin it down and render it completely useless. In trying to fight back, the bold ended up even more immobilized and tightly held in Drac's strong possessive grasp.

Critical failure 3: How can you charm or beg... if you cannot speak? Before Bluti could even get a few words out, Drac's paw just so casually placed itself down on his snoot, smothering it with the soft beans and pads to force the bold into muffled protesty silence.

Unable to do more than twitch in the restrictive coilbinds, all his weapons taken away, and stuck with a face full of dragon paw, Bluti just had one more chance to continue the most disastrous game he's ever played and hopefully turn the situation around and get out while he still could!

....Critical failure 4: Bluti bragged to his cohort so much about his skills as a thief that they grew a little suspicious that they were being tricked, and unfortunately one of them had dropped a few pieces of gold. Claiming Bluti to be the culprit and that he must have just ran off with the stolen gold, they would not try to search for him and begin a rescue. They would leave the tavern and begin their quest, one party member down.

Clinching in those coils tight around the bolds chest, compressing and squeezing in to restrict breathing... but before the bold went breathless Drac would ever so slightly loosen the coils so that his body naturally took in a big gasp of air to refill the burning lungs, forcing the bold to get a big whiff of Drac's pawscent directly into his body against his will. No matter how hard he would try to not inhale, preferring to pass out and lose to not be subjected to such torture, he would be unable to fight the natural bodily instinct to breathe in when empty of oxygen... and then the coils tightened up once again.

With no ability to move, no voice to speak, and no one who could and help, Bluti's questing days would be over in such a spectacular fashion. Not only was he now the one stolen instead of the one stealing, it would be in one of the most humiliating ways he could have ever imagined! Turned into little more than a dragon's plaything and with lungs full of pawscent, and under complete control of possibly the worst person he could have hoped for.

Bluti's quest was over. Bluti's new life had begun.

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*Dracour sneakily swapping the trick "Critical Failure" dice with a regular set while Bluti's in angry flustered grumpiness about this loss*