Planet Telex

The dragon's head perked up from the book as he heard the doorbell ring. A quick peer out the window revealed a post van, and as the doorbell rang again, he decided it was worth answering.
Nearly throwing himself down the apartment's stairs in the process, he managed to answer it before the postman decided to leave a note.
"Sign here." said the postie as he handed over a PDA, the dragon awkwardly trying to scrawl his signature on the sub-standard display with the tiny pen. It certainly wasn't made for those with claws. Grunting some sort of approval, the postie handed over the box.
"Thanks." The dragon turned it over in his hands as he closed the apartment building door, trying to figure out what it was. It wasn't rare that he ordered things online, but they usually came in a branded box, while this one was bare except for the label and some overzealous clear tape. "Hmm."
He kept trying to figure it out as he climbed the stairs and walked back into his apartment, tail closing the door behind him. It wasn't filled with books, it was too light for that. Computer parts? He hadn't ordered anything recently. Oh, maybe it was the replacement for his ebook reader. Thankfully the extra warranty covered claw damage.
He put it down on his kitchen table and began picking at the tape, before deciding an actual knife was a better idea. With a few slices, he liberated the flaps of the box, and opened it up to a mess of packing peanuts. Putting his hand inside, he pulled out...
A rubber hood.

"Oh." the dragon said, remembering. He'd ordered this a while back -- partly as a joke, he tried to tell himself, he was already a dragon -- and now it'd made its way to his doorstep. He brushed off the packing peanuts that clung to it, and shook out the ones inside.
The hood looked the right size, at least. A pair of horns sat on the top (he thought that they looked pretty cool, especially since he lacked them) and the purple rubber was almost shiny enough that he could see his reflection. A zipper on the back allowed easy access, and it was conveniently unzipped.
The dragon looked over at his reading chair, and back at the hood, and tapped his foot in thought. "Maybe just for a little bit..." he mumbled to himself, quietly eager to see how it fit, and how it felt.
With a shrug, he pulled it over his head, snout fitting comfortably inside, and the eye holes lining up perfectly. He held it there for a second, wriggling it into place, and couldn't help but find himself blushing as he saw his blurry reflection in the mirrored surface of the stainless steel fridge -- sure, it was nothing but a blob of purple on top of the black blob of his shirt, but he knew what the purple was.
The dragon snuck off look in the bathroom mirror, as if he was doing it in secret. There was nobody around to see, of course, but old habits die hard. "Hmm." he said, as he turned his head side to side, inspecting it. He would have muttered what he thought of it, but his snout wasn't exactly able to open easily inside the hood -- he'd have to get used to that. Instead, he kept the thoughts as thoughts, and had to look away out of a blushing embarassment for a moment.
Okay, he'll just wear it for a bit. While he's reading, to see how it feels. Yeah. That's a good idea.
zip

The dragon sat in his reading chair, continuing with his book. Reading it was a little bit more difficult, as the larger snout meant he had to tilt his head down further, and even then for some reason he had a bit of trouble focusing on the page. He kept on, though, until he realised that he was just flipping the pages without actually even looking at the words.
"Hngh?" he said, shaking his head as if to clear the fog that he now realised was inhabiting it. "Hmph."
Maybe a drink would help, he reasoned. That sounded like a good idea -- maybe a cup of tea, or something. That sounded swell. How he'd drink it with the hood on... well, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. No point taking the hood off early. It felt pretty good to wear, after all.

He hadn't realised how mesmerising the kettle was, before. His was made of glass, a particularly fancy model that he got on sale, since who would pay a hundred euros for a kettle, but, looking at the pretty blue light that shone through the bubbles, he considered that maybe someone could see the value in it. He hadn't, up until now, though, and was almost disappointed when it shut off.
As he poured the water into the teapot, he heard a noise at the door. His hearing wasn't excellent with the hood on, but he was able to hear it close.
"Hey, what a-... Owner?" said the dragon, in a slightly muffled surprise. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, you've put on a cup of tea for me. How good of you." said the bird, putting her scarf up on the hooks by the door. "You really should lock the door when you're wearing your presents, you know. Also, speak up."
"Hn?" The dragon shook his head, surprised at her sudden appearance, but also annoyed at her unannounced entry. "Trespass is a crime, you know! And... hn, what present?" He bought this for himself, was there something that she'd sent?
"Oh, I was sure you wouldn't mind." She smiled disarmingly as she approached the dragon, putting a talon under his rubber-coated chin. "Not even if I stayed for a couple days."
The dragon felt his knees go a bit weak at the touch, but he straightened up with a hidden frown. "Wh- what do you mean, a couple days? You know I've got work tomorrow, right?"
"Oh, I sorted that out. You had enough holiday days that they were all too happy to let you take a few." She grinned, in the way that she usually did when revealing she was messing with people's reality. "Were you not even going to ask about the present?"
"Hngh. Fine. What present?" The dragon huffed. He was saving those vacation days! All sixty five of them.
The bird pulled a box from behind her back, and held it out to the dragon. The top was already cut open, and he saw packing peanuts inside. "Go on, take what's inside."
He tilted his head, but put his hand in to feel something rubbery. Much to his confusion, he pulled out a dragon mask, like the one he was wearing. "Wh... did you get me one too?"
"No, no." The bird laughed. "This is the one you ordered. My gift is the one you're wearing." She took back the mask in the dragon's hands, and placed it back in its box, and put the box down beside the other one that the dragon had opened earlier. "I heard you'd ordered one, and decided to... give you an enhanced one, instead."
"What does th-"
"Kneel."
The dragon's face scrunched up a bit in confusion, before he felt his knees hit the ground with a little less grace than if he was paying attention. "Hey! You can't jus-"
"Quiet." said the bird, as she poured a cup of tea from the teapot. "Complaining won't stop it."
The dragon tried to stand himself up, but with each tug on his legs, his mind went all fuzzy until he forgot what he was doing and stopped. "Hngh. What did you do to this thing?"
"That's for me to know, and you to find out." replied the bird, holding her cup of tea and smiling. "You'll have plenty of time, over the week."
"But, hey, no!" The dragon looked up at the bird disapprovingly, not that she was able to see it through the hood. "Give me the original one." He put a hand to the back of his head and reached for the zipper, giving it a tug upwards. Much to his surprise, it didn't budge. He held on to the hood with the other hand, and pulled again, but had no luck.
"Do you really think I'd give you one that you could take off? Of course not." smirked the bird. "Now, hands to your sides. I've spent a lot of time travelling, and I think it's time I unwound from that..."
The dragon felt his hands drop to his sides, similarly glued there like his legs. "Uhm... hey, Owner..." he mumbled, blushing deeply, thankful that the hood covered that up, even if his mouth was still accessible...