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"Ugh, we do we gotta be out here instead of somewhere with air conditioning?" HT groaned. His mop of hair, which perpetually covered the top portion of his head, looked heavier from how much he was surely sweating. It didn't help that the rotund raccoon was in his trademark orange hoodie.

Tris was in a tee shirt that was probably too small for him, but the dog didn't seem to care at the moment. "We told Circ we'd meet him in the park, so we're in the park." The black lab gestured. "Look, there's a slushie booth. Let's get you something cold, okay?" He grasped his friend's paw and started leading him to the small structure that had a polar bear in a sweater and sunglasses on the sign.

The raccoon groaned, but followed along, gripping the dog's hand. "Why couldn't we have chosen an indoor mall...?"

Thankfully, there wasn't much of a line. While waiting, Tris checked his phone. "Circ's still en route. Let's stick to the shade for now, okay?"

HT let out a low groan but it was probably an affirmative.

Tris ordered for them, and shortly thereafter two huge slushies, one blue and one orange, were in his paws. He offered the blue one to his friend, straw pointed his way.

With both paws HT grasped the cup out of the dog's mitt, and wrapped his lips around that clear plastic tube. With nearly violent force the blue mix of crushed ice and syrup rocketed up through the straw.

The canid took a gentle sip of his own, trying to avoid brainfreeze, and was just starting to enjoy the coldness and flavor of cheap artificial orange candy, when he heard a low, rumbling growl.

When Tris looked, HT had pressed the heel of his palm up against his own forehead firmly, his jaws clenched. His lips also looked more jagged than normal. The seams on the raccoon's hoodie were starting to strain.

Realization set in fast, and the dog grasped the raccoon's raised arm by the elbow and led HT around the booth to where fewer people would likely witness what was about to transpire.

In their wake, the raccoon's footwear burst off of his paws, which had lost their fur, the nails grown larger and more wicked. His hand still holding the cup of slushie clenched, and splattered the blue goop all over himself and the ground, soaking heavily into the orange fabric of his hoodie and turning it black.

Tris looked around to make sure no one had a good line of sight on them, and set his own slushie down on the foundation of the booth as he got clear of the immediate vicinity of his friend, knowing what came next.

With a loud tear of fabric, and a heavy, cartoonish 'BWOMP', HT's change asserted itself the rest of the way in one fell swoop. His clothing was shed by the sheer size he gained, going from about a foot shorter than Tris to towering over him at eight feet tall. His leg structure had changed, a more feral arrangement jointed to his pear-like hips. His fluffy tail was gone, replaced with a thick mass of muscles padded with heavy blubber. His cute belly had expanded into a dome, which had struck the ground during the initial burst, before wobbling back up into its proper place. On his back were folded large membranous wings, covered in the same gray scales as the rest of him now. His muzzle was fearsome looking, looking like some jagged beak, but flesh and scales as much as the rest of him, and his mop of a haircut had been replaced with a series of short curved horns which made up the shape of his regular hairdo. The former raccoon exhaled slowly, and a light blue mist escaped his jaws, along with a few short-lived snowflakes, fully formed.

Living with HT, you had to remember that when he got brainfreeze, he became an ice dragon.

HT growled, his expression inscrutable for the moment. With speed surprising for something so massive, his tail had curled around the small of Tris' back and started dragging him forward.

The dog yipped and held his hands up to catch himself as he started to tumble, and ended up colliding with the broad gut ahead of him, arms deflected to either side. Tris groaned softly. The belly scales he'd ended up pressed against were refreshingly cool. He remembered his trip to Rome with his family during a heat wave, and how they went into St Peter's and hugged the marble columns because they were massive heat-sinks. This was far softer than marble, though.

The dragon chuckled, tail holding Tris in place for the moment, before he blew a bit more of his mist down over his caught canine.

Another soft groan escaped the dog as the magic frost blew over him. He knew that HT could have frozen him solid in this shape. Despite the rough tug, he knew his friend was being gentle about this.

Tris' pocket buzzed, and he tried to extricate his phone from there while pinned between heavy tail and soft belly. He managed it after a few moments, and checked. "Circ's on his way, big guy. He's off the trolley."

HT growled, sending vibrations all through the Labrador, before the mass of his tail rolled from the small of his back down to his thighs, cupping the dog's rump.

Tris blushed, squirming a little. "H-hey..." He looked up, and rather than the lusty look he was expecting, the dragon's jaws had spread wide above his head. "Hey!"

With a deft movement of his tail, the ice dragon lifted the dog right up into his maw. The blue flesh welcomed his canine friend, squeezing and squelching against his body, matting his fur in cool drool. Closing his jagged muzzle around Tris' hips, he raised his head as he let his tail slump to the ground hard enough to make the cups inside the slushie stand jitter and rattle. His long blue tongue curled and wrapped around the jeans the lab had worn out, and with a powerful, bassy 'guloourp', Tris sank downward until just his sneakers were peeking out of the dragon.

The dog could hear the bellows rush of air from the lungs near his head, the low burbling down below, and the steady bass percussion of the dragon's immense heart as he stayed there, wedged most of the way into the powerful throat.

HT stroked the lump that occupied his neck and upper chest with a claw, before following up with a second, authoritative swallow. The lump dropped, joining with the curve of his gut, which continued the motion contiguously, wobbling down and nearly hitting the ground before it shot back up into place. His claw slapped the side of his belly and he let out a low belch.

When Tris finally stopped moving, the dog found himself held tightly from all sides. The flesh inside the belly was the same as hugging his belly scales. All his excess heat was being dragged out of his body, leaving him comfortably cool without making him feel chilly. Every slimy fold of stomach flesh was like the cold side of the pillow. He let out a soft, happy moan, giving in to his friend's appetite.

The dragon growled and stroked his gut with one thumbclaw as he grinned. "Mine." The word came out rough and feral, possessive. And he knew that his dog would give him a good squirm from that kind of claim.

Tris didn't disappoint, wriggling and pressing into the walls for a good while, soft whines and moans escaping him all along. He almost didn't notice that the belly was swaying and rocking.

HT casually walked back into the view of the majority of the park, no sign of the raccoon or dog who'd disappeared that way, just a big dragon tromping along. Spotting a hillside nearby, the lumbering beast got an idea, making his way to its foot.

Other park-goers gradually started watching the dragon, as they were an uncommon sight. None of them were prepared for the display to come.

The ice dragon took a deep breath in, his stomach swelling out as low burbles sounded from the dome, before he opened his jaws wide. Unlike when he'd used his breath on Tris, this was a blizzard torrent of blue ice crystals, rocketing up the hillside. Clouds of ambient moisture turned to ice covered what was happening as with three more great breaths, the dragon completed his work. He spread his wings and beat powerfully, once. The clouds obscuring the hillside rippled and were blown away, revealing what had happened.

The entire hillside was covered in fresh snow. Winding down the hillside in a snakelike pattern was a hardened ice slide, leading from the top to just in front of HT. Amongst the snow there were a few decorative flourishes, the ice swirled here and there.

Another beat of his wings lifted the mass of the dragon from the ground, and he flew up to the top of the slide he'd created.

Tris' phone vibrated. The dog dug it out as best he could wrapped in so much flesh and checked on his messages. The newest, in all caps, from Circ: "WHAT DID YOU DO?"