This is another story about me and Vapor, in which my dragon decides to invite a friend from his homeworld for a sleepover, as the title suggests.
His name is Polaris, a western dragon with fur, who has a rude and creative sense of humor and more than a little wet flatulence.

I just want to apologize to anyone whom it may concern that I have to post this story in multiple parts. I didn't want people to have to sit down and read twenty pages or so in one sitting, so I've decided to break this up like my werewolf story. I hope people still enjoy it! Let me know how you like Polaris! :D

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A Stinky Sleepover

“Okay, Vapor, go ahead buddy!” I said to the dragon after turning on the faucet in the shower and waiting a few moments for the water to reach a comfortable temperature.
The soft, snaky dragon lifted his left front leg, and stared at the shower, waving his claw in the air. His whiskers began to twitch and undulate as tiny golden sparkles danced around them. The frame of the shower began to ripple like the surface of a lake, the plastic space suddenly widening as the ceiling raised slightly, the glass door increased in area, the small shelves shifted slightly upwards and outwards, their shampoo bottles and soap undisturbed, as the front and back walls elongated. In a few moments, the entire space was resized, without disturbing the flow of the water from the faucet or the balance of the various bottles on the shelves. In short, it was now big enough to easily accommodate both a fully-grown dragon like Vapor and a human like myself. I pulled the tip of the faucet downwards to start the flow of the showerhead, and climbed in, sighing contentedly as the hot water revitalized and refreshed me. Vapor followed, sighing also and purring as the water began to drench his thick fluffy coat, comfortably standing beside me in the resized shower space, stretched to his full fifteen-foot length.
Oh, I suppose I forgot to mention in my first entry that one of the most basic of the magical abilities of the dragons from Vapor’s realm is the ability to resize things. Now, I know what you’re thinking, and I can assure you that their technique can only be applied to inanimate objects, which means no macro dragon butts (trust me, they’re big enough as it is!) As you can imagine, however, this ability comes in handy, since dragons are naturally larger than many species, and don’t fit in small rooms or showers very comfortably. And, of course, this skill is an absolute must when it comes to using a toilet, since a grown dragon’s rump eclipses a regular seat, and a full load of dung would easily overflow a standard-sized bowl. Unfortunately, the ability to magically increase the size of the toilet does nothing to decrease the size of the lingering smell after they’ve flushed. Vapor also likes to resize the bed, so we can both curl up comfortably under the covers… or when he’s gassy and wants some extra room to Dutch oven me.
A few seconds after Vapor got into the shower, he casually lifted a hind leg and began to relieve himself with a sigh, the hot water having reawakened his bladder. I shouted and hopped backwards, but not before getting dragon pee splashed on my feet and ankles.
“Vapor, bad dragon! That’s gross!” I reprimanded him, but he giggled and continued peeing. Unable to really maneuver around him, I groaned as the urine splattered off the floor, several droplets splashing across my legs and feet. Vapor relieved himself for over a full minute, lowering his leg and turning his head to grin at me when he was finished. I gave him a sour look as I cleaned off the pee that had splattered over my legs.
“Vapor! You know I don’t like it when you pee in the shower!” I scolded the dragon.
“Hey, I can’t hold it in!” Vapor said, as he always did, “Really warm water makes me have to pee really bad, and my instinct tells me to do so, so I do. Besides, we’re in the shower, so its not like you’re getting dirty and can’t wash it off.”
“You’re right,” I conceded, my irritation deflating, as I took a bar of soap from the shelf and handed one to Vapor as well, “Let’s get clean, buddy.”
“So…” said Vapor as we began soaping ourselves, “Since your parents are gone for the weekend, and we basically have the house to ourselves, I thought it would be really fun if we had a sleepover!”
“I don’t know, buddy,” I replied as I washed my legs and the dragon started washing his back, “I remember the last time you had a friend spend the night, when a certain orange dragon came into the bathroom while I was taking a shower and decided to take a huge poop.”
“Stratvus said he was sorry,” Vapor reminded me, “He always goes potty in the mornings, as long as I’ve know him.”
“Well, I didn’t appreciate him doing it while I was in the shower, with nowhere to go,” I answered the dragon, as I washed my back and Vapor cleaned his belly, “It wasn’t a fun thing to smell.”
“It didn’t smell any worse than when I do it,” Vapor said, “But there was actually another dragon I wanted you to meet anyway. I think you’d really like him. His name’s Polaris.”
“Polaris, like the North Star?” I asked Vapor as he washed behind his ears, “What’s he like?”
“He’s a big, winged dragon, but he has fur like me,” Vapor replied, “He’s kinda fat, but really gentle and he has a great sense of humor. He’s one of the funniest dragons I know.”
“Is he gonna fart on me the whole time he’s here, Vapor?” I asked, “I don’t know if I want to smell his gas in addition to yours…” I already knew the answer to this question, to be honest, but wanted to give Vapor a chance to explain for himself. I didn’t mind Vapor’s friends, actually, but their humor was always pretty gross. They were nice and fun to talk to and spend time with, though, so I liked them well enough, especially after getting to know them.
“Well, yeah,” Vapor admitted with a laugh, “But you know dragon humor. Besides, I know you like fart jokes, so you can’t pretend you don’t think its funny. And speaking of gas…” Vapor lifted his tail and passed a loud, wet fart into the shower. He followed this up with a series of small, bubbly toots.
“Uggh! Vapor!” he laughed and I couldn’t help but smile a little at his rude joke. I quickly groaned, however, as the stink of dragon farts filled the shower space, the odor intensified by the moisture in the air, “Ewww! Vapor! That stinks! Whew!”
I had my dragon lift his big tail and began to fan the air around his backside, in a desperate attempt to dissipate some of the foul stink he had released into the air. As the lingering odor began to clear slightly, Vapor passed more wet gas in my face, and roared with laughter, causing another series of small gas bubbles to erupt from his rump.
“Vapor, stop that, buddy! You really are stinking up the shower!” I fanned the air and cracked the shower door a little to help air things out a bit faster.
“Sorry, sorry!” Vapor apologized through his giggles, “You know I have gas in the mornings. While you’re back there, though, do you mind washing my bottom? It’ll be less stinky when I sit on you that way.” He laughed again.
“Ugh… I guess so,” I sighed, as Vapor lifted his tail for me after handing me his bar of soap, “Don’t fart in my face when I’m scrubbing back here, alright?” It’s happened more than once before.
“Hee, hee!” Vapor giggled, “Don’t worry, I’m out of gas for the moment, so it’ll be okay.”
I began to scrub soap over his backside, lathering up the dragon’s fluffy rump. It stunk a little, and I tried to lean my face away from it as I washed. Thankfully, since Vapor hadn’t pooped recently, there were only a few small smears of dung dried in the fur around his anus to worry about. Vapor knew I wasn’t going to clean his actual tail-hole with my bare hands, but thankfully that area of his rear got cleaned enough by the hot water from the showerhead anyway. I scrubbed the flecks of dried poop off the dragon’s hindquarters until his butt fur was nice and clean and blue again, instead of smelly and slightly brown.
“There you go, stinky,” I said to the dragon, patting the left side of his washed bottom, “Your butt smells clean and fresh now. At least until you poop again,” I teased him.
“Thank you!” Vapor said, as I began to soap his hind legs and tail for him as well, “You know I can’t reach back there to get it very clean.”
“I know buddy,” I said, continuing to soap the dragon’s tail, “I wouldn’t ever wash it for you if you could. It’s just too gross.”
“Well, I really appreciate it,” Vapor purred. He turned around to let the water wash the soap off of his tail and bottom, and gave me a big hug.
“Thank you, Vapor,” I said, hugging him back, though he wasn’t very soft since his fur was soaking wet.
Vapor and I finished our shower and I helped him dry off his backside and tail afterwards. He began to tell me more about the part of his world that Polaris was from as I applied lotion and deodorant and got dressed. Apparently, the furry western was from a colder climate, similar to our tundra, or the forests of Alaska. He lived in one of several large villages in the area where people had begun to settle, since the location was previously uninhabited by humans but full of a multitude of natural resources. The dragons living in the area had found that the humans had meant no harm, and had helped them settle, assisting them in the building of the villages and teaching them how to hunt various prey that lived in the surrounding forests. In turn, the younger dragons had humans to play with and the villagers shared their food and recipes with them, since dragons loved the flavors provided by various prepared dishes, although very few knew how to make them themselves.
“Polaris is good friends with many of the villagers,” Vapor told me, as I put on socks, “Even though the village is pretty large, he likes getting to know new people. He’s very friendly, and he likes to play with everyone who doesn’t get upset with him. He loves eating vegetables, so he has lots of smelly gas for pranks.”
“That sounds gross,” I replied, “What time were you thinking of inviting him over?”
“I thought, since it’ll be lunchtime in about an hour or so, he could join us for lunch, and then spend the rest of the day here,” Vapor said, “How does that sound?”
“I think that sounds good,” I answered, “Are you just going to invite him the usual way, then?”
“Yeah,” Vapor said, “That always works out best.”
‘The usual way,’ is actually quite a bit more impressive than it sounds. It literally involves opening a window into the magical realm where Vapor comes from in order to ‘search for’ whomever or whatever he wishes to bring over to our world. By using the window instead of just opening a portal back and forth, Vapor can more easily locate the location or individual for which he’s looking. If he used a portal, he’d be able to arrive in Polaris’ village, but not necessarily near Polaris himself, but the window allows him to search the village for the dragon before taking the time to actually generate a portal, which requires concentration. When Vapor wants to go home, he just uses a portal to return to the mountains where he lives, but if he wants to visit me at my house, he’ll use a window to find me first.
Vapor created a window now, a sort of fog-like substance that formed a circular viewing space that he used to search for Polaris. Through the snow-covered peaks of the mountain outskirts, through the dense surrounding forests, to the log cabins of the village itself, the window zoomed in ever closer. We could now see villagers busy wheeling carts laden with wares, hauling wood, hanging clothing to dry, purchasing goods, or just talking amongst one another. A multitude of dragons wandered among them, all of them soft and fluffy like Vapor, but possessing the build of western dragons, with wings and larger bodies. These dragons talked with the humans, assisted them with their tasks, and smiled when their friends turned to pet them. Many of the younger dragons also playfully chased and sat on some of the young men, wiggling their hindquarters and breaking wind gleefully. Vapor laughed at this, and pointed with a chuckle to a young dragon that was pooping on a villager as he flew overhead, and another who was emptying his bladder. I shook my head, knowing dragon humor. The older, adult dragons in turn shook their heads at the rude games played by the younger adolescents, but allowed them their harmless fun.
The window shifted over the scene for a few moments more before finally zooming in on its target: a fat, fluffy black dragon that was busy chatting with a elderly woman and giving her a friendly nuzzle. Vapor informed me that this was Polaris, and told me that he visited the woman daily because she always gave him smoked fish to eat. I watched Polaris as he continued talking with the woman and helped her carry one of several baskets, some filled with fish and others with loaves of bread or wild rice. He was covered in thick black fur from head to tail, with a silver underbelly that shined with small tufts of gold. He had two whiskers like Vapor, but a pair of large wings that looked like those of a western dragon, only furry as well. He had two horns on his head that jutted out in small branches like antlers, only maintaining the point and curve of a horn at each branch. He was round and plump, somewhat in belly but more so in rump, though he was more of an Edam than a Nell in weight. Vapor and I waited until he had finished helping the woman carry the baskets to her house, then Vapor opened the portal.
The fog shifted and the image clarified as the edges of the window became engulfed in a streaming bluish light, like that of an aurora. Polaris jumped back in surprise, because from his end, a literal rift to another world had suddenly sprung open in front of him. He then smiled amiably as he noticed it was his friend, Vapor.
“Hello, Vapor!” said Polaris excitedly, as he stepped up to the portal to look through. He observed my bedroom with some curiosity, frowning slightly at the unfamiliar surroundings, and cocking his head a little to the side, but not at all disapprovingly. He then noticed me and smiled again.
“Hello, human! What is your name?” asked the dragon.
I told him my name and that Vapor and I were good friends, telling him a little about how Vapor and me had met and how he often came to visit me and stay for a little while.
“Do you want to come over for a sleepover?” Vapor broke in eagerly.
“I’d love to!” Polaris smiled, and Vapor and me stepped back as he entered through the portal.
The large dragon filled much of my room as he entered and Vapor closed off the rift behind him. He greeted Vapor with a smile and a purr, then turned to me and smiled downwards. He gave me a friendly nuzzle and purred kindly, then wrapped a big foreleg around me in a hug. He purred and nuzzled me some more as he hugged me, and I hugged him back and petted his soft silver underbelly.
“Nice to meet you, Polaris,” I said.
“Nice to meet you, too,” Polaris smiled.
Polaris joined us for lunch and ate with gusto. He and Vapor split a couple cans of beans, enlarging the bowls so they were big enough to share. They did the same with the sandwiches I made for them, and Polaris munched on several pickles as he and Vapor split a bag of chips. I talked with Polaris as we ate and learned more about his species. Apparently, all fluffy western dragons have scales underneath their fur coats, in addition to the horn/antler mix. Polaris’ people were believed to have come from the union between a fluffy eastern dragon like Vapor and a scaly western dragon, which would explain the shared physical traits. He was about 194 in human years, or about 19 in dragon years, which made him a little over two years older than Vapor, and nearly fully grown, since dragons reach physical maturity around 145 or so. Polaris had grown up in the village and had never been beyond the area around the surrounding mountains, so the strange sights that greeted him in our world fascinated him, and I explained to him things as best I could. He ate an abundance of food during lunch- all of it resized, of course- including several frozen burritos that Vapor loved, and nearly half a jar of pickles, which he declared were his new favorite snack.
About an hour or so after lunch, I was sitting and watching television in the big easy chair in my room, with the two dragons lying next to me on the floor. Polaris was fascinated by the television, since he had never seen anything like it before, and had been paying acute attention, but now I noticed him turn and whisper something in Vapor’s ear, which caused both dragons to chuckle. Polaris got up and came over to the chair with a big smile on his face. As I was about to ask him what he wanted, he turned around, lifted his large tail, and sat on the chair, his wide fluffy bottom overlapping both the armrests. He and Vapor giggled for a minute, and then frowned.
“Looks like your little plan didn’t work, Polaris,” I said, although I could get a good whiff of his smelly rump from this angle, with his tail brushing my face, “This chair’s not big enough for the two of us, buddy.”
“Hmmm… you’re right,” Polaris conceded, “But I can fix that!”
I hadn’t considered the dragon’s re-sizing powers, and quickly found the chair growing around me rapidly. I slumped off of the back and down into the seat, as Polaris’ pudgy posterior slipped through the widening space between the armrests and came down gently on top of me. I now had a soft silvery dragon butt in my face, and Polaris had a comfy human seat cushion in addition to the cushions on the easy chair. I groaned and squirmed beneath the big stinky backside, the stench of dried poop around the tail hole filling my nostrils. Vapor and Polaris laughed hysterically, amused by the genius of the latter’s great joke.
“Hee, hee, I thought this chair looked pretty comfy, and I was right,” Polaris laughed above me as he smooshed his big bottom around on me, “Of course, a nice cushy human to sit on makes everything more comfortable.”
“Okay you win, Polaris,” I admitted, “Can you get your big butt off me now? It really stinks down here.”
“Nah, I like it here,” Polaris giggled, wiggling his rump some more, “I could sit here for a little while.”
He let a deep bubbling fart out of his tail hole into my face, the warm, stinking gas sounding very wet as it made its noisy exit. I groaned and squirmed, shouting muffled complaints from underneath his rear.
“Ahhhh….” Polaris sighed, as Vapor broke down into laughter, passing a few short farts of his own, “There goes those burritos I had earlier.” He leaned back into the seat a little and released some more wet gas, before wiggling his rump a bit and passing a noisy, “prrrruubbbtt!” that smelled worse than it sounded.
“Oh, Polaris!” I shouted, “Oh, that’s a bad one, buddy! Whew! Get off!”
“Eww, no kidding!” Polaris agreed as the fumes spread upwards into his snout, “That’s what I get for eating so many pickles, I guess!” He laughed and let another wet fart, this one starting quiet and rising in volume as it blasted out for four seconds, “Ahhh… sorry, little buddy! That one might linger for a bit like the last one.”
“Ohhh, Polaris!” I coughed a little as the warm, rank fumes blasted over me face and sat on the air, “You have some really stinky gas, buddy! You have some of the wettest farts I think I’ve ever heard, too. You sound like a gassy elephant.”
“Polaris’ farts are always like this,” Vapor explained, “He has some of the wettest farts of any dragon I know.” Vapor and Polaris giggled as I was treated to another demonstration with a brief tuba-sounding blast, “They don’t always smell this bad though. I guess it’s the pickles!”
Polaris giggled and leaned forwards to fan a claw beneath his huge hindquarters to help dissipate the nasty stench that he had created.
“There you go, little buddy! Hope that helps the smell a bit!” he passed another long “brrraaapppptttt!” on me and laughed, “Sorry, they just keep on coming!”
“What would help is if you got off of me so I wouldn’t have to smell them,” I said, as Polaris laughed and another tuba-fart bubbled out, “Ugh, gross, buddy!”
“Aww, but you’re just so comfy!” Polaris said, “I think I’m almost done anyway.”
I was stuck beneath the dragon’s big backside as more warm, smelly gas bubbled and blasted out, each fart sounding like it was coming out of an elephant. Polaris giggled and gleefully tooted away, his rank flatulence stinking up the room and my clothing. I considered that I’d need to shampoo the chair when he was finished.
Finally, the plump dragon lumbered up off of me, and I sat up and fanned the air in the huge chair that was resized to accommodate dragon butts. I saw some fluffy blue hindquarters headed towards me and knew Vapor was putting this to the test as well.
“Get off me Vapor! I’ve smelt enough of Polaris’ farts for today, I don’t want to smell yours too!” I shouted.
“Sorry, sorry!” Vapor said, as he passed a large fart and wiggled his soft rear on my face, “I just wanted to see if it was as comfy as he said it was.” He scooted around a little more. “Ooohh, this is really nice!” He farted again and I shoved him.
“Hee, hee, sorry, I’m getting up!” Vapor said, as he and Polaris smiled. Polaris lifted me out of the chair and into a big warm hug. He purred kindly as he cuddled me.
“You make a great cushion!” he laughed.
“I’m gonna have to try re-sizing that chair so I can sit on you, too,” Vapor smiled, “That was really great!”
“I’m glad you all enjoyed it, because that was just nasty!” I said, though I smiled and hugged Polaris, until I smelt some more rank gas coming off of him.
“Eww, Polaris! Don’t fart when you hug me! Gross dragon!” I pushed myself away from the snuggly stinker.
“Hee, hee, sorry, that slipped out, I promise!” Polaris giggled, and fanned a claw behind his backside before hugging me again.
I was soon to find out that Polaris had a knack for creative pranks that was even stronger than the smell of his very wet farts. His joke with the chair was only the beginning of a night full of stinky fun and rude games. Looking back, I found that I really liked Polaris, despite his awful gas, because he was just so playful and spirited. I appreciated his sense of humor, which showed itself to be more imaginative than Vapor’s, though certainly just as gross. I remember he had a fun and stinky idea to match every buildup of gas in his bowels that night…