The living room was filled with the sound of swords clashing and magic being casted. Fingers mashed button combinations, adding itself as percussion to the mix. Every now and then, the TV would have a voice announce out things like ‘Combo!’ and ‘Power Move!’, magnifying the tension as time went on, and as health bars dropped lower and lower.

Jazzy sat on the floor, eyes glued to the screen as he controlled his character, trying to pierce Dorky’s defenses while keeping his distance away from short range slashes. Both of them were in their underwear, as was expected of a Saturday afternoon, as their metaphorical gloves went off along with their clothes for this duel. The crow was lying back on the couch, his knight trying to time some shielding, eager to do a guard break on the enemy sorcerer sending flurries of bolts at him.

The screen occasionally flashed, both sides unleashing super powered hits whilst the other side tried to avoid or block it to minimize damage. All the while, neither of them spoke, completely focused as the fight dragged a bit on with both sides switching to a defensive approach.

Soon, the sorcerer was getting the upper hand, the onslaught of range hits slowly whittling the knight’s health down, making for a confirmed win. Jazzy began to sit up, leaning forward as he held his breath, entirely now on edge as the fight drew to its approaching end. He was almost there. Just a bit more. Another hit. Backstep to avoid a slash. Critical hit. Yes! ...Wait!

The knight dashed forward, taking in another hit, but then releasing a series of combo strikes, and the sorcerer’s health dropped down to naught before the finishing uppercut even happened.

“NOOO!”

“YES! YES, YES!!!”

Dorky threw both hands up in jubilation, reveling in his victory as his knight brandished the sword, cape flowing in the wind, signalling his win of this fight. The adrenaline still coursed through him and he continued to punch the air in joy. Meanwhile, Jazzy hung his head back against the couch, groaning at his terrible defeat.

“I can’t believe this shit!”

“You better start now, because I won the bet!”

Jazzy’s heart sank even further upon realization, and a tinge of dread filled him as he continued to watch the crow dance about, shaking his whitie colored rear all about.

“I almost had the win…”

“Well, nope to you! And as stated by you, ‘a day of doing nothing but favors’, dragon boy!”

“Hey, I wasn’t even being serious there!”

“Oh no, no you don’t. You specifically mentioned you didn’t feel like doing the dishes, or sweeping the floor, or helping me wash my truck. So no weaseling your way out of this.”

Dorky pointed an almost accusing finger at him, and Jazzy had to admit, he DID cal for the bet to shirk away from menial tasks.

“Ugghhh...fine. I’ll do you favors…”

“Yeap, and my first favor...is to help me get back at you for last month~”

Jazzy gulped at hearing that.

“Wait...no, wait.”

“Oh yes, I haven’t forgotten the shit you pulled.”

“Come on, please-”

“You heard me, take those blue bikini briefs off~”

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.

.

.

.

“Do I really have to?”

“Yes, Bluebutt, I say so.”

“Come on, you can’t seriously mean it…”

“Nope, you agreed to do this, no bailing out~”

Dorky had a grin as he watched Jazzy look about the mall, his expression that of resignation as still hesitated to do as told. He stayed hidden behind a corner wall, and he was extremely resistant to coming out.

“There’s like...at least a few hundred people…”

“I don’t give a shit, man~”

He watched as Jazzy gave another sigh, taking one last scan of the place. There was a small event sale that was going on at ground floor, which was probably why today was slightly busier than most days. days. Already the crow was snickering in anticipation of what was to happen next, and this only made Jazzy even more reluctant to go on with it. But the dragon simply gulped, knowing he HAD to see this through. Meanwhile, Dorky was about to join in a queue to a store to grab some waffles; the specialty of the eatery they were at, and Jazzy gave one final look to him, with an expression that was a blend of ‘Really?’ and ‘Come on man…’ Dorky again gestured with his head, absolutely entertained by the dragon’s sheepish countenance. Delaying this was only going to make it worse, and the dragon eventually relented, stepping out.

But unlike the other people at the mall, Jazzy was in fact nude, save for a pair of pink bikini briefs, and a blush as he winced.

“I hate this so much…”

“Well, you challenged me at Nytes of Eterna, so this is all you, now go out there~”

The blue dragon gave another sigh, sounding more pained than before as he walked by the stores, exposed for everyone to see. Dorky on the other hand kept his distance as he ate his freshly delivered waffle, trying not to choke on it as he snickered.

Though pink was already such a bold color for male underwear, the bikinis could have very well resembled panties, considering how well it shaped up his ass and seemed to almost enhance it. Already people were giving him puzzled looks, and not to mention the comments and laughter aimed at the azure colored dragon, face even redder as he kept on going. Not only that, but on the back of those bikini briefs were the words ‘Spank Me’ were printed on it; with an eggplant emoji on both ends of the phrase; further adding to the spectacle.

Dorky himself kept giggling as he ate his waffle, watching Jazzy maneuver bigger crowds and head down an escalator timidly, having to take every comment and look. Some people did go for the offer printed on his pink manpanties, and the dragon jerked each time his rear was swatted by foreign hands. Others now had their phones out and filmed it, like it was some sort or viral marketing tactic as someone even went the extra mile and groped the dragon’s rear. Two kids nearby began to sing a teasing song, whilst some others people gave him rude scolding remarks, possibly parents offended by his lack of decency in such a public place.

The crow on the other hand was losing the battle against his desire to burst into laughter, his chewing of the caramel waffle the only line of defense opposing his beak from opening out in a guffaw. For now, it came out the nares of his beak, along with tears forming at the corner of his eyes, dripping and rolling down his feathered cheeks. He did wonder if anyone was reporting this to the mall security, and wondered how much trouble his dragon friend would be in if he were apprehended. But it seemed people were just having too much fun getting smacks on that pink behind to care about notifying the authorities. Meanwhile, Jazzy soldiered on in this absolute humiliation as he made his way past a fast food restaurant, intending to make a beeline straight out the mall so he could be freed from the consequence of his own arrogant bet.

In the end, Jazzy finished his time in the mall, and headed back out to the carpark to their truck, and he at long last heaved a sigh of relief; long enough to tense again as Dorky smacked his behind as well, bouncing the pink fabric-wrapped cheek.

“You did good today, Bluebutt, or in this case, Pinkbutt~”

“I hate you so much, shithead…”

Dorky decided to ignore the retort, and drove back to their home where he continued to plan what he would have his roommate do. After all, he had a solid twenty-four hours, and so far, only three to four had passed by. Another idea formed in his head, and his grin re-emerged.

“Ooo...Maybe I should drive you to grab for me some dinner~”

“Hell no…”

“Hell, yes~”

There was another groan as the truck made a left turn to the city.

-

Steam filled the spa room, going along with the melodious sound of a small river stream, water rushing on its own merry way. The walls had oriental paintings of trees and grassy fields, mountains in the distance in a beautiful sumi-e style that conveyed a rich wondrous scene with such depth. To top it off, there was music played through speakers, a shamisen strumming a calming slow tune, giving the feel of slow moving clouds along a clear sky. Each pick of the strings felt like petals, blowing in the wind, really bringing forth the sensation of tranquility and serenity in the hot springs. For Dorky, he could have sworn he would fall asleep here, and then achieve some sort of zen enlightenment as he relaxed. Plus, this was of the few times he was completely nude outside of home, and apparently the bathhouse said it was completely okay.

“So yeah, Dorky, we don’t enter in yet. We wash ourselves and then wade in to soak up the water.”

“Why can’t we just jump in?”

“It’s their custom, Chickenbutt, just follow me.”

The crow wasn’t entirely sure of the procedure, finding himself on a stool next to the dragon, pouring water over himself. There was no soap, but Jazzy once again told him it was normal to go without it for these traditional baths. So far, the sensation was weird; well, not weird but maybe more awkward, as many other men walked about the baths, body physique of all types, nude and uncaring as some friends chatted with one another. He continued to rinse himself, doing his best not to have his eyes wander about.

The two of them did ask repeatedly to enter the bath areas with just their shorts on, or even going in their underwear. But the owner had kept a firm stance, insisting that they enter it sans anything but the hot spring’s own soap. They had been given washing towels, but it really was too small to even cover them properly, and as Jazzy found out from searching on websites via his phone, the towels were to not be brought into the waters as well. But the two of them didn’t mind it too much, considering how they hung about in only their briefs of choice when they were at home lounging.

“So what else does the website say?”

“Ehh, general courtesy rules, no making loud annoying noises. No splashing and swimming about, just sit and relax.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“It’s to relax and just take in this super peaceful ambience, you know? Just relax, and try something new~”

“...I guess.”

Jazzy smiled and kept on pouring hot water all over himself, washing up and stretching his wings as he toweled himself off. So far, the sensation of stark nakedness didn’t even faze him one bit, even as he spoke with Dorky. The crow could see rivulets of water cascading down his blue scales, shimmering and sparkling whilst meandering along his body. It was here that he had to stop his gaze from following the trails of water drops, lest he caught size of the dragon’s exposed crotch, making it possibly the fiftieth time he had seen privates not his own in the last half hour.

“Alright, you up to go in?”

“Nude?”

“You know it.”

“Oh boy…”

Dorky simply sighed, but smirked as he twirled his washing towel to form a cloth tendril, playfully whipping Jazzy’s rear.

“Eee!”

“Hah! Gotcha!”

“Oh you little shit, Dorky.”

The two waded into the waters, both pleasantly surprised at the warmth as they sat in, towels laid by the side. Even Dorky had to admit how relaxed he already started to feel as he leaned back, letting the ambience soak into him, exhaling softly while the radio serenaded him further; an almost trance-inducing singing chant joining the lone shamisen’s melody.

He had to admit, he almost fell asleep as he sank to neck deep in the waters; just so immersed in the tranquil nature the spring had, that Jazzy had to shake him to wake up, shy of resorting to pulling a feather to jolt him from slumber.

“Gah, I’m up. I’m up...uggh…”

“You can’t sleep here, it isn’t good for health.”

“Well I almost did. It technically makes this the first time I almost slept with a guy naked~”

“Har har har, you wanted that eh?” Jazzy remarked dryly as he stood up, once again having the crow inadvertently see the dragon’s nude front once more. Turning, Dorky could catch a glimpse of that scaled behind, bouncing a bit with each step.

“People would go gay for that ass, lizard boy.”

“Maybe you are, you smack it whenever you can.”

“You do the same, Bluebutt~”

The two exchanged knowing smirks, thoroughly enjoying trading trash smack talk as they draped the mini wash towels round themselves. Jazzy could feel the crow steal another smack at his ass, and simply rolled his eyes.

“You’re gonna have us sent out man.”

“Good, then everyone can smack it~”

Both Dorky and Jazzy headed to another room and laid face down on the massage tables, towels covering their bare butts. Here, the scent from aromatic candles filled the air, and masseuses attended to them, immediately getting to work on their shoulders.

“Oooof, yeah, I needed this... A little lower, thanks...” Jazzy remarked out.

“It -does- feel nice, like...ahh...is that oil they’re using?”

The crow simply exhaled softly, feeling hands massage in the herbal solutions into his feathers. He had to admit how good this trip to the local hot spring was, considering already how refreshed he felt from the bath just now. Even now, he felt some tension leave from his muscles, leaving him quite satisfied with the entire place. It was almost a pity it ended so soon, and the two had to drive back once their time was up.

The hands went from shoulders to lower back, and then back up once more in a nice slow transition. Dorky simply smiled and jerked a tiny bit as he felt hot rocks laid on his back, more of some oils rubbed into him. It was almost hard to believe they were even here, and it was mainly because Jazzy got some strange bonus offer from some person on the street giving flyers. Sure it looked incredibly shady and even weird, but the site was legitimate, and people did come here to enjoy and relax, letting the worries of life wash away. It also just so happened to be nearby where they went to grab dinner, so they two had decided, why not try it out? They had little to do for the evening and night anyway.

“Your feathers are like, extra shiny. You look good, Dorky~”

“Same for your ass, did they use some scale polish?” The crow joked.

The two chuckled as they headed to grab their stuff, moving to dress up before they went about with paying for the service.

But instead, they found nothing on the nearby table.

Absolutely nothing.

But both were certain they had put their things there.

Alas, the table was empty.

Immediately, the two froze in shock.

“Dorky, where’s our stuff?” The dragon asked, voice tensed.

“W-we put them here! We did!” Came Dorky, also starting to worry, that familiar dread rising up.

“They’re not here! Wait, our wallets and phones-!”

“We put them in the small lockers, but our stuff…”

“You mean to say someone stole our clothes-!”

“Umm, our sincerest apologies…” interrupted a voice.

Turning, they came face to face with one of the area managers, her canine stature diminutive, shorter than both of them.

“Did you keep our clothes somewhere, Ma’am?” Dorky asked.

“No...someone came by, claiming it was theirs. He was also clad in a towel so we presumed the clothes belong to him and his friend,” she replied, tone still professional, yet doing its best to hide how awkward the whole situation had developed. Her expression gave off the feel of a readymade template for a neutral expression, best meant for irate or unreasonable customers. But this strange situation, along with the sight of these two naked guys, were doing a very good job of cracking that mask almost right through, showing how confused she was as well.

“Wait...so someone stole our clothes?” Jazzy asked.

Dorky could only give out a long sigh, hand holding the side of his only covering as the reality of the issue sank in.

The rest of it was a huge inconvenience, as the two held the small washtowels to cover their nude bodies, opting to quickly pay for the session and then flycarrying Dorky back. The place didn’t have much else to clothe them, and it would still be a long beeline back to their home as well. Sure, the silver lining in this was that their valuables were kept safe in a small locker, but the front desk of the hot spring and massage parlor had little else to help their situation, the manager only able to give repeated apologies as she offered to maybe call the cops or try to find whoever had made off with their outfits. By that point, Jazzy didn’t want to spend another minute nude in full view of the staff or entering customers, just sheepishly fishing out the one-for-one coupon from his wallet and the cash needed.

“Goddamn it...fucking goddamn it…” Dorky remarked, finally putting the towel on the front desk, hands covering himself as he sped out the back door of the parlor, where a nude Jazzy stood, also thoroughly embarrassed as well.

“I am never living this down…” remarked the dragon, piggybacking Dorky, wallet and handphone in hand as he started to take off.

“Just shut up and fly, it’s fucking cold out here and I wanna go back and put something on already…” the crow snapped.

Sailing through the air, way above to avoid people from below catching sight, Jazzy winced as he increased his speed, more than eager to reach home.

Usually if he flew, there wouldn’t be that strong breeze between his legs, a constant reminder of this predicament they both were in.

“Please...stop moving Dorky, I can feel your di-”

“I know...just...just keep flying….I’m weirded and grossed out too…”

“Uggh…”

-

With Jazzy leaning over the counter, Dorky had to take a while and do a double take, mainly to really confirm with his own eyes that what he saw was true. The blue dragon was actually clad in nothing but his underwear, and of all the positions to be, it had to be one that had his ass jutting out. The two had lived together for quite a while now, and both hanging out in nothing but their briefs was incredibly commonplace. But bending over a table or a window? That there was just blatant asking for a buttsmack. The crow simply smirked, approaching silently, prepping to really get a good one in. Jazzy couldn’t be this unaware right? Maybe he was baiting him to go for it. But it seemed so out of place. There was little time to consider it, after all, chances like this were still one in a million.

The dragon was occupied, texting as he occasionally sipped at his cup of water. Switching from his messenger to his mobile game, he started to get into a challenge dungeon to snag today’s bonus rewards.

And that was when he felt it right on his rear.

-SMACK-

“Ahhhhhh!”

Immediately, the crow watched his dragon roommate tense up, like some toy springing to life while his hands lost his grip on his phone. He had tried to catch it, arms reaching out to prevent this impending disaster, but from his position, the phone slipped from his hands, and fell to the floor all the same.

At that point too, Jazzy had leaned over too much that his entire torso balanced weirdly along the counter top, and as physics would have it, he was now tipping over, arms flailing wildly as if they were wings, desperate to avoid the same fate his phone had met with the ground. It seemed to all happen in slow motion, with his form tumbling over the other side in the most comical fashion, his bikini clad ass out once more. Dorky didn’t know what else had happened, now that he was bent over in roaring laughter at seeing this series of events.

“And the dragon has been slain!” he declared.

The crow still giggled incessantly, wiping tears from his eyes and trying to reduce his laughter, but failing terribly and having it come out as snickers. Meanwhile, Jazzy got up, picking his phone from his floor, still relieved it had survived without any cracks. But he groaned and stretched, thoroughly unamused with the crow’s caw-like cackles, and gritted his teeth.

Without a second thought, the dragon had immediately lunged at the crow for payback, tackling him right into the sofa, hand locked on Dorky’s one true weakness. The waistband of his everyday tighty whities.

“Up yours, chicken face!”

Jazzy grabbed them firmly, fingers forming a clasp upon the elastic, and with a swift movement of his arm, he yanked it up high.

“Augh! Ahhhhh!”

Already occupied with suddenly having his dragon roommate collide with him into the sofa, the sensation of his underwear tugged up high over his head came as a total shock. Jazzy knew this very well, and his other hand assisted in this act of sweet revenge, and soon the crow was seeing nothing but the white of his undies, which were soon pulled to hook over his beak in the ever classic and despised atomic wedgie. There was that familiar pain, now attacking his loins at full force, and Dorky could only grunt and yell in protest as he found himself now lying about the couch, trying to grab at his stretched whities to free himself from the torment.

Jazzy adjusted his own bikini briefs, smirking in spite of the mild bruises he got from his fall. He merely observed, seeing the crow roll about, his own underwear snaring him in this predicament. Soon enough, Dorky fell from the couch, now on the floor as he still tried to pull his own whities off from his beak, back bent out forward in a meager effort to reduce the aches he had inside his crotch. But this was only part one of it, and Jazzy approached once more, eager to return the favour two or tenfold.

“Time for the real ass whooping, chicken boy~” He declared as he cracked his knuckles.

Now adding on to the pain he felt from his underwear pulled above his head and beak, Dorky felt powerful firm smacks on his exposed rear.

Truly a finisher for payback served cold.

“Mmmf! Mmmmmf! Mmff...Nngh!”

The smacking kept on going, and Jazzy showed no signs of stopping as now both hands joined in, one for each cheek, to continue the barrage he dished out on the black-feathered behind before him. Dorky still squirmed and writhed about, powerless to stop him.

Now, in this state, it was more than obvious who had the last laugh in this outcome. And Jazzy was grinning with glee, continuing to deal punishment to the hapless crow. Sure on other occasions, the butt smack would have been shrugged off with a coy or sarcastic remark. Something along the lines of a casual ‘You’re a piece of shit, Dorky’, or maybe a teasing ‘I always knew you were into me’. It could have become something mildly humorous with Jazzy saying ‘Oh yeah, you like it huh?’ and Dorky might have remarked ‘You know it, Bluebutt’, and the two would go on about their day. But the dragon -had- dropped his phone, and crashed like a house of cards over the other side of the counter, which left a bump on his head. If anything, the dragon had to give back something equally painful to even everything out.

But then, Dorky began to kick a bit, obviously trying to push Jazzy away. But rather than it coming into contact with the dragon’s chin or chest, it found its mark south. Far, far down south.

“Oof...Ah...Oh-”

Jazzy felt it swiftly hit him down below, and for a good two seconds, he felt absolutely nothing, but maybe just being absolutely shocked by it. But that was more than enough for his mind to immediately register ‘Oh..Shit!’ , in unwanted anticipation for what would come next.

It was a pain. A very terrible, growing pain that started out small, and immediately increasing to extreme levels. Jazzy now had both hands on his crotch, breaths coming out warped and in wheezes, as his voice reached two octaves higher, falsetto ranges reached as he gave the girliest whimper, and leaned away on his side in terrible agony. All the energy and vigor in him had immediately been sapped, gone faster than he could even blink, as he curled up, still feeling the full effects of the kick.

The air was now silent, save for Dorky struggling to unhook his own underwear off him. But his beak had turned this into an incredibly arduous task and still he tried to free himself. To even manage to pull the waistband off, he had t grit his teeth and tug his own wedged undies up even more, which was basically to worsen his predicament just to even attempt to get it off his head. So for him to undo it, was quite an achievement in itself.

“Ah-Ohh...Fuck you too, asshole…”

“...”

The crow groaned in pain as he picked out his whities from his rear, turning to see the sky colored dragon in a ball, moaning from the critical hit. Only a second passed before he put two and two together and understood what had happened, but with the dull soreness in his crotch, not to mention the pain on both his cheeks, he lacked the mood or want to even celebrate his victory.

Jazzy’s phone buzzed with a text. The crow could care less. Right now he just hobbled off to grab something from the fridge, walking weirdly from the ache to get food to eat for breakfast.

“S-suck on that, Bluebutt…” he weakly declared.

For that morning, it was no doubt a draw. But there was no doubt that they would be back with the same antics by lunch, and both sides would be just as cheeky.

(Three short stories about thedorkydragon​ and I as roomies)