**“Fuck,** I’m tired…” Shira groaned as shi wandered into the bedroom. The dragoness had some company tonight—Mala and Chrys thought of it as a sleep over—but they were a lot more energetic than hir. Those two kishin could probably keep going all night, in more ways than one, but they paused their shenanigans when their host proclaimed hir eepiness.

“You wanna sleep?” Chrys asked. “We can help with that.”

“Yeah!” Mala grinned, “I know just how to tuck ya in~”

Shira took a deep breath. “I don’t know what you’re thinking, but if it means I can actually fall asleep sometime in the next hour, go for it.”

The kishin briefly looked at each other and exchanged thoughts, then turned their attention back to Shira. Mala pat the bed next to where he sat to gesture for the drake to sit next to him. “Lemme make sure we can get you *niiiiice* and tucked in~” he teased. He tapped Shira’s snout with a “Boop!” and the dragoness’ size plummeted.

The shrinking felt like an express elevator ride. Shira closed hir eyes to avoid the dizzying sights in the room; shi trusted Mala not to make hir unreasonably small. When the ride stopped and Shira opened hir eyes, shi found hirself at two inches in height: Hir favorite size to be as a micro.

Chrys laid on her left side and smiled at the minidrake. “I think you know where I’m going to tuck you in, Shira,” she said. Her left hand pulled up one of her breasts; her right steadily reached towards Shira.

“Yeah,” Shira said, “And thank you. I know it’s such a simple little thing…” shi briefly winced at hir own unintended pun. “Though being all tucked in really is nice.”

Although Mala giggled at the pun, Chrys kept her response to just a smile. “Of course hon. We all care for each other.” The femme kishin carefully picked up Shira and tucked the herm between her boobs. “Ready?”

“Green light,” Shira answered with hir code word. Chrys gently lowered her breast onto the drake, sandwiching the micro between them. Shira was pulled closer, right against Chrys’ chest, while the heavy tits closed around hir. It was vaguely like being on a waterbed, beneath a weighted blanket; the kishin’s body wrapped around Shira’s in a warm, snug embrace. Chrys’ heartbeat was a soothing, steady thump; her boobs muffled most other sounds. It was dark, snug, safe, and warm. Perfect for a micro drake who enjoys that pressure.

With Shira well-secured, Chrys gestured for Mala to turn off the lights. He got up for just long enough to flick the switch with his tail, then flopped into the other side of the queen-sized bed. Mala leaned close to his companion’s chest and sang “Nighty night~” to the micro held within. An extended night of sleep would do the exhausted lil drake good. And maybe, just maybe, shi’d feel up for *enjoying* something in the morning…? 💚