Rasta, call of the wild
(Request for Melvic Fosky)

Chapter 1

Snow! Finally it was snowing, the first snowfall announcing the coming winter, white flakes slowly falling from the skies, swirling in the wind, covering the world in its thick white coat. And here he was, running in the quiet woods, between the tall trees covered in fresh snow, his white form barely visible in the endless white except for the thick coat he was wearing.
He stopped, taking a deep breath, looking up, letting the snow fall on his face, causing him to shiver but not from cold although it was freezing but from happiness. He always loved the snow, longed each year for its return, it gave the world such a beautiful and soft and inviting look to him. As others would hide in the warmth of their home, wrap themselves in hot covers or clothes and not dare to go outside he on the contrary would rush outside, as if the snowcapped world was calling to him. 
He remained there for long minutes, just standing still, watching the snow fall on his white fur before he resumed his walk, the snow cracking under his paws. The narrow path ahead of him could barely be seen but he didn't need it, he knew where he was going, relying entirely on instinct as he made his way through the quiet forest, not a sound could be heard for miles, not a bird, not an animal, not even a branch breaking, only the sound of his own footsteps and the wind blowing in the distance. He loved it so much, the silence, the emptiness of the woods, it made him feel relieved, like all the rest didn't matter, his daily issues a mere distant memory, school, his friends, the bullies annoying him, all of that was gone.
Suddenly he froze, ears perked up, his body tensing, his tail stopping its low swishing from side to side. He stayed like this a long minute, barely breathing, on edge, listening closely, he could swear he had heard something but, after a while nothing came. Shrugging he resumed walking, letting his mind drift away until the sound came back, it was like an animal cry, a high-pitched squeal  echoing in the quiet forest. He held still, ears perked, trying to guess to which animal this sound could come from. As far as he could recall he had never heard such a noise in those woods, nothing that came close.
Curious he stepped away from the path, scrutinizing the forest around, the dense snow making it hard to see above a few meters. He hesitated, pondering if he should go or not, the snowfall intensifying by the minutes, the sky darkening as it filled with more and more menacing clouds. He knew it would soon be impossible to go any further if the weather kept degrading like this yet that squeaking sound kept coming back, a desperate call for help, for a mother that would probably never come. His heart sank at this thought, it was something he knew all too well, something life reminded him of everyday.
Taking a deep breath he shook his head and, without fear stepped into the bushes, pushing branches away as he engaged himself deeper in the forest between tall trees, his feet sinking deep into the snow with each step. Soon everything looked alike, leaving him with only the sound of the animal calling to guide him through the thick woods but, as time went by he didn't know if he was even getting any closer, he didn't even know where he was anymore or for how long he had walked but he wasn't afraid, not at all, in fact he was happy, thrilled even. Where many would have turned around and left he kept going, enjoying to have to rely entirely on his senses and instincts to show him the way, like a hunter tracking his prey down, his guts telling him he was getting close.
He emerged from a thick bush into a small clearing surrounded by tall pine trees creaking in the wind, snow swirling alas it fell down in that small hole in the canopy.
He looked around, panting slightly, shivering despite his hot winter clothes and thick fur he was starting to feel the effects of the cold but be had no time to think about it. Sadly, the instant he had stepped in the clearing the animal calling out had gone quiet, probably terrified. With squinted eyes he took a long circular gaze at the clearing turned a perfect white by the snow. Well, not entirely, there was something, barely visible, peaking out between the roots of a tree on the other side of the clearing.
Slowly, cautiously he got closer, with slow measured steps, trying his best to not scare the thing off. As he came closer he started seeing more, it was a small thing bearing a dark green color, half buried in the snow, so small he could have easily mistaken it for a mossy rock since it was barely moving. When he crouched low to get a better view he noticed the thing was moving slightly, curled upon itself in a tight ball, making it almost impossible to tell where was what, the only think he could make out clearly was the low, weak whimpers coming from it. Slowly, hesitantly he reached out with a trembling paw, inching closer and closer to the thing. At first! it didn't seem to notice him, but the instant his pads made contact with the scales, scales-covered body the thing stopped whimpering, tensing up an, from the scaly ball slowly emerged something, a snout, sitting atop a long green neck, eyes blinking open, revealing clear verdant irises cut in their middle by a vertical pupil. 
Rasta's eyes bulged wide in amazement, a shocked gasp stuck in his throat, his paw hovering over the thing's scaly frame, not daring to touch it. He couldn't believe what his eyes were showing him; the small animal he was staring at was no common animal, it was a dragon, a small, lonely, helpless dragon. The dragon observed him, letting a cute, pleading warble, sniffing his paw curiously, his serpentine tongue darting out to lick at his sensitive pads, causing him to uncontrollably giggle.
"What are you doing here all alone?" whispered Rasta, more to himself tan to the dragon, the creature only planting his inquiring gaze into his own, "you don't have a family?" he mumbled, looking around sadly there was no trace of the presence of another dragon.
A long minute passed by in silence with only the little dragon sniffing and playing with his paw pads, Rasta observing him quietly, trying not to move  "you're alone… like me… aren't you?" let out Rasta. The dragon didn't answer, he wasn't even sure if he understood a single word.
The dragon looked back at him, his eye slightly hazy, as if he was sleepy, and, all of a sudden his muzzle fell down into the snow. "Hey, are you ok?" enquired Rasta, carefully poking the little snout. No reaction, not a sound, not even a flinch, the small creature remained there, sprawled in the snow, holding perfectly still, his muscles fully relaxed. 
A freezing cold tide of fear washed over Rasta, the dragon's body was freezing cold, shivering uncontrollably under his touch, his breathing so low he barely felt it when placing his paw in front of their nostrils. The poor thing had probably been here all by itself for hours, days maybe with no one to protect him from the cold or feed him.
He sprang to his feet, looking back at where he came from, adrenaline like fire burning in his veins, his mind racing. His place wasn't too far, by running he could be there in a few dozen minutes, perhaps he could bring the dragon back, keep him warm and safe and…
His thoughts froze like the world around him, his heart sinking with sadness, he could recall so clearly what happened last time he had brought something back from the forest, the angry faces and clear warnings of the caretakers; yet he couldn't leave that dragon here, he wouldn't pass the night, still, he didn't want to face the wrath of his caretaker again, last time had left him with some painful memories.
He looked up at the sky, a low rumbling filling the silence, the snowfall becoming even more violent, thin white flakes falling constantly on his muzzle, giving him little shudders he would have enjoyed in other circumstances.
He took his decision, removing his winter coat he dropped it flat in the snow, the inside still warm from his body and, as cautiously as he could slipped his paws under the dragon, lifting him off the ground, his neck and tail flopping down like those of  a doll. Worried it might be too late already he carefully dropped him in the warm comfy coat, wrapping it up around the small trembling form and, holding it close to his chest ran straight through the woods. He ran, ran and never looked back, his feet sinking deeply in the snow with every step, branches whipping his face, arms and legs but he didn't care, in fact he barely felt them, his mind entirely focused on getting back home, feeling the small warm thing close to his chest, the wind whistling in his ears, snowflakes forming a dense curtain before him, raining on his face, some getting in his eyes but he didn't stop, finally breaching through the last layer of bushes and branches, into the path he was following earlier. 
Taking only a quick second to catch his breath, making sure the little dragon was well-covered from the cold and look around he rushed along the narrow snowy trail, the trees around him becoming a blur in the corner of his eyes, the wind whistling in his ears and the snow whipping his face as the storm grew nearer.
Miles went by faster than they ever did and he emerged from the wood at the edge of a familiar neighborhood. However the place had gone completely quiet, the gardens and streets where children were happily and noisily tossing snowballs at each other a few hours ago were now empty and quiet, devoid of all life, the snow having already erased all traces of their games; cars were slowly getting buried in snow along the sidewalks and the entire street had taken a white color, covered in a thick white coat. 
Without wasting a second and caring little if someone saw him he threw himself into the empty street, still running in the snow, not even bothering to look around to not be smashed by an eventual car, making his way through the maze of identical houses and perpendicular streets in a quiet atmosphere he would have savored if he hadn't been in such a hurry. He reached the edge of the neighborhood on the opposite side, stopping near an old looking fence, behind it stood a much older, larger and taller house than the rest, the kind you couldn't miss, standing out like a sore thumb, everything looking like it came from another time. He stood there, breathless, heart racing in his chest, beating so hard and fast it felt like it would burst from his chest, his lungs burning from the lack of air, his wobbly legs shaking below him, barely holding him, his small package held close to his chest, squirming slightly. He slowly stepped in the alley, scrutinizing the house ahead, most of the windows were dark, only two or three on the first floor were illuminated. Relieved he got close to the door, listening carefully, ears perked, trying to guess if someone was behind. After a minute it seemed the house was quiet and he slowly, cautiously opened the door, entering a small dark corridor.
Quickly closing the door he stepped in the pitch black corridor, the only source of light coming from a small window half-way up the staircase standing in front of him. On his right opened a large dining room with a long table taking most of the space and, on the other side the door to the kitchen. On the left side there was a large living room where a few dusty sofas were disposed around an even older boxy TV and a few other doors including the one leading to the caretaker's office.
Surprisingly enough the house seemed empty and quiet, usually the caretaker could be found in the living room, sprawled before the TV, or some of his companions chatting noisily but today there was no one in sight, only the silence of that old creaking house, the wind howling outside, smashing into the tough walls. 
Still he didn't waste any time, not wanting to stumble upon the caretaker; quickly climbing the stairs. 
He set foot on the first floor, heart still thumping in his chest, his breathing shallow and irregular, his gaze quickly glancing from side to side.  He was standing in a room that was used as a restroom by all the orphans with corridors opening on both sides, there were bathrooms followed by a volley of doors leading to the different bedrooms, light filtering from most of them.
He gulped down, his room was at the end of the left corridor, he had to go all the way there without being noticed. The small dragon squirmed in his arms, letting out a low muffed squeak "hush, stay quiet…" whispered Rasta, a cold sweat running down his back. Quietly, he made his way to his room, trying to make as less noise as possible, freezing at each little crack in the background. 
After what felt like an eternity he was finally in his room, locking the door behind him and switching on the light, revealing a rather small room with, on the right bed and on the left a wardrobe followed by a desk with, above it, a few shelves crumbling under the weight of books and tone of other things. 
He slowly went to the bed, cautiously dropped his fragile package on the soft comfy covers. The instant he let go a cute little green snout popped from under the thick coat, looking at the room curiously, warbling cutely, not daring to get out from the warmth of the vest. Rasta sat on a chair in front of the bed, quietly observing the small dragon scrutinizing his surroundings, sniffing at the air with obvious interest. Rasta couldn't stop himself from smiling, happy to see the little dragon going visibly better.
Rasta looked outside, unable to see anything but the snow obscuring everything, the storm reaching its peak. Relief washed over him as his gaze went back to the small dragon, without him that cute little thing would be dead in the cold winter, buried under the snow; that simple thought causing him to shiver in horror, feeling suddenly cold.
Minutes went by quietly, not a sound disturbing the peaceful quiet, the little dragon finally crawling out of under Rasta's coat, slowly exploring the bed, intrigued by the unusual texture of the ground beneath his paw, prodding, poking and even nibbling at the covers playfully before settling down nicely right in the middle of his bed, curling in a tight ball, looking happy and satisfied. Rasta sat on the bed, not too far, reaching out with a paw, the dragon keeping his eyes on him but did nothing to stop him, letting him fondle his scales slowly, letting out low purrs.
He could have stayed there forever, sitting on his bed, doing nothing but caress the little dragon, it felt so good, so right, it filled his heart with so much joy, pride, and even… love. 
"Hey Rasta, briny your ass downstairs we're waiting for you for dinner!" roared a deep manly voice behind the door, something, probably a fist slamming into the thick wooden panel, making it shake violently. Rasta snapped out of his dream, looking at the door in sheer panic, knowing all too well  who that voice belonged to, he quietly thanked his intuition to lock the door behind him when he came back earlier. The little dragon sprang to his paws, instinctively hiding himself behind Rasta, only his snout peaking out from behind the arctic fox's back. Rasta quickly looked at his alarm clock, realizing it was already 08:00 PM, dinner time. "You've got five minutes!" warned the caretaker, turning around and leaving, stopping more than walking away in the corridor.
Rasta let out a low, relieved sigh, slowly rubbish the dragon's nock, glad he had remained quiet, otherwise it would have been hell for both of them. 
With a low annoyed grunt he got up, stretching his numb body with a groan and walked to the door. As his hand twisted the knob he heard a high-pitched squeak coming from behind. He didn't even need to look at the source of it to know the dragon was calling to him, begging him to not go, but, he knew that if he didn't bend to the strict rules of the orphanage the caretaker would come back, and this time no lock would stop him. "Sorry little guy, I wish I could stay but I've got to go" he whispered, not daring to look back, feeling the sad look of the dragon on his back "I'll be quick."
The door closed behind him, leaving him alone in the corridor. After one last glance to his room he headed downstairs for the dining room, trying his best to put on a casual expression with little result, the little dragon occupying all his thoughts, filling his heart with sorrow. When he entered the dining room, all the attention turned to him, the whole room going quiet in an instant. He gulped down, keeping his head low and went to his chair under the inquiring gazes of his orphan mates, and, worst of all severe one of the taker, burning his very skin, as if he was probing his very soul with that simple glare.
He quietly sat at his place and started eating, in a few minutes conversations had resumed under the watchful eye of the caretaker.
He remained mostly quiet, only talking when he needed to, eating the tasteless food that  was served to him,  letting his gaze wander around the table over his companions, they were ten in total  leaving here, boys and girls of different species and ages left to the good care of the orphanage. From the top of his seventeen he currently was the oldest of them and most looked up at him, but today he didn't care, his mind entirely focused on the small  dragon stuck in his room, waiting for him, and yet he was stuck here, forced to eat that crap they served.
Eating… crap he forgot to feed the dragon! The poor things must have been starving for days now and he forgot the most important thing to do. But… what could a dragon eat in the first place? 
That question haunted him for the rest of the dinner, each piece of meat he gulped down making his guilt grow, weighting his heart and stomach.
"Everything is alright Rasta?" enquired the caretaker, scrutinizing him suspiciously, trying his best to sound worried and caring "you seem off? Is something the matter?" "I'm just… tired" mumbled Rasta, eluding the question. "You went running into the wood again?" grumbled the man with obvious disapproval. Rasta only nodded, looking at his plate. "You know it's dangerous to go there, even more when it's snowing like this.". He nodded again, keeping his lips sealed. "Oh well, it's up to you…" sighed the caretaker "but it'll be your fault if you catch a cold or get lost."
Rasta held back a smile, he had stopped caring about what the caretaker said a long while ago, he knew the woods well, so well he could go there blindfolded and still find his way, and as an arctic fox he enjoyed the cold, he was meant for this kind of climate. The caretaker kept talking for a few minutes, warning and scolding him for his recklessness but Rasta didn't even hear a single word, too caught in his own thoughts.
The dinner ended in the same heavy silence, everyone helping to clean the table, bringing the dishes to the kitchen. Rasta was last to come, one of his companion already pouring hot water into the sink. They usually dispatched chores on a daily bases, Rasta had already cleaned the dishes yesterday but it wasn't unusual for them to exchange chores.
"Hey, why don't you go to your room, I'll handle it" he whispered in a kind tone to the younger female, her paws already dipping in the mossy, steamy water. "You sure?" she mumbled in surprise. "Yes, go get some sleep, you deserve it." replied Rasta with a broad caring grin. "You're awesome Rasta, thanks a lot, I'll repay that to you." she exclaimed, not loud enough to be heard by anyone. She quickly scrambled away, not without giving Rasta a friendly grateful hug, leaving him alone in the kitchen.
After a rapid check to be sure nobody was looking at him and plunged both hands in the hot water, quickly taking care of the chores, meticulously cleaning, drying and tidying each dish mechanically, only stopping to catch the breath when there was nothing left. Quickly looking behind him he noticed light coming from the other room, along with the sound of the TV shouting bribes of another boring show the caretaker was fond of, the guy too busy to notice him. Without loosing a second he opened the fridge, taking a quick peak inside and snagging some of the food before quietly closing the door, turning all lights off and, on the tip of his toes, headed back to his room, once again he was lucky enough to not meet anyone on his way back, sneaking in the corridor unnoticed and slipping silently into his room.
The instant the door closed he was welcomed by a happy thrill, the little dragon standing on his bed, wagging his tail and fluttering his wings happily, his verdant eyes glinting with pure joy. *Told you I wouldn't be long* chuckled Rasta, sitting on the bed, the dragon immediately padding close to him, nuzzling whatever he could affectionately, purring deeply. "You sure missed me." giggled Rasta, patting the dragon's head, earning a long lick across his pads. Curious the dragon got even closer, nosing insistently at the food Rasta was carrying in his arms. "I had the right guess, you're hungry aren't you?"
The dragon sat next to him, waiting, drooling impatiently as Rasta disposed the food in front of him. Almost instantly the little creature jumped on the raw meat he had brought, trying with all his might to get his prize but his little claws and fangs couldn't get rid of the plastic package, he tried everything he could but to no avail, the plastic too tough for him. After maybe a minute Rasta grabbed the saliva-coated plastic and opened it, handing the raw piece of meat to the dragon who quickly grabbed it, took a few steps back and started chewing away at the meat.
Rasta stayed there, observing with respectful quiet while the dragon ate his meal, looking pleased, his eyes sparkling with joy and gratitude, his tail swishing behind him as he held the piece of meat between his paws. 
It didn't take long, in a matter of minutes the meat was history, the little dragon licking his lips in satisfaction before rolling on his back, exposing his belly for rubs. Rasta happily complied, gently fondling and scratching the soft scales, the dragon squirming and purring happily. A smile drew on Rasta's face as, with his tiny paws the dragon held onto his arm, their gazes meeting for a split second. It felt so right, so perfect to have the dragon around, he had always dreamed of having a pet, no a friend around, a companion to play and cuddle with. He kept rubbing the dragon's belly for some time until the dragon flopped lazily on his side, yawning, eyes closing.
Rasta slowly pulled away, letting the dragon sleep, not wanting to disturb him.
He remained there, silent, observing the sleeping form lying on his bed, his mind wandering to everything that happened today. 
Fatigue from that long day suddenly came crashing down on his body, his muscles feeling sore, all strength abandoning him, his eyelids feeling heavy, feeling completely drained of all energy. 
Too tired to go to the showers he started undressing there, tossing his clothes onto his chair, careless that anyone could see him, only stopping when he only had his boxers on, slipping a claw under the elastic waistband, pondering if he should get that off to, looking at the dragon lying on his bed. For the first time he felt ashamed, hesitant, not sure if he should do it or not. After a few seconds he decided to keep going, his boxers falling around his ankles, leaving him bare naked. Taking a deep relieved breath, feeling more at ease without all those clothes he slipped under the covers, switching off the light, nestling comfortably against the pillow, closing his eyes, quickly falling asleep, unaware of the little dragon getting up, slowly getting closer and curling up in a tight ball next to him.

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Later, much  later, long after the darkness of the night had fallen on the quiet house, shrouding everything in thick, impenetrable obscurity and sleep had claimed every living creature, guiding them to the realm of dreams, well, not all of them actually, somewhere in the long corridor a low wincing noise could be heard, a lone shadow emerging from one of the many rooms, walking on tiptoes, following the wall with a hand, looking truly terrified, it's eyes scrutinizing the thick darkness, filled with pure, most primal fear, it's breathing short and ragged. Shivering, it kept going forward, never leaving the guideline of the wall, until it's small paw met the edge of a doorframe. He didn't even need light to know where he was, he haad done that exact same journey countless times, his paw instinctively finding the handle and pushing it down, slowly cracking the door.
He took a peak inside; the room behind the door was, as the rest of the house completely dark and quiet. He gulped down, ears perked, listening to every little sound, finally hearing what he was looking for, a low, regular breathing.
Without hesitation he slipped in the room, cautiously closing the door as quietly as he could behind him, leaving him in utmost darkness but he didan't need any light to make out every little detail, he had been here so often he knew the exact position of each furniture and so, he stepped forward, heading straight for the bed, his paws finding with ease the soft fabric of a blanket, his vision, having grown used to the pitch blackness showing him an outline laying on it's side in the bed.
Just seeing it made him feel reassured, relaxed, his hear diminishing as he slowly climbed into the bed, shivering when he crawled under the warm covers, pressing himself close to the taller, warm appeasing presence, quickly falling back asleep, his muzzle buried in thick white fur.

………

Birds chirping loudly, leaves bristling in the  winds, the distant rumble of cars in the  street, that's the first thing he heard when he emerged from his slumber, ice-blue eyes cracking open slowly, sending him the image of a blur of colors dominated by a broad, perfectly white shape. He felt well, a bit sleepy but wonderful, safe, protected, his whole body hugging the much larger form fluffy like a plush, covered in that exquisite soft white fur he so deeply loved. Purring he wrapped his small paws around the large frame of the one next to him, not wishing to lose any of that sweet warmth.
Curious, his paws started wandering around aimlessly, fondling the thick plushy fur, shivering as he did so, pressing himself harder against his oversized teddy bear as he affectionately called him, enjoying every bits of that heat radiating from him. He could feel everything beneath his pads, ¤!he softness of his fur, his slender frame, the slow rises and falls of his chest, each little twitch of his muscles in his sleep. With half-lidded eyes he kept rubbing, slowly, cautiously going down, curiosity taking the best of him, urging him to go lower and lower, causing him to shiver in a mix of anxiety and excitement.
Finally, after long minutes of cautious and meticulous fondling he reached what his paws came in contact with something different, a thing that lacked the softness of his fur but just as hot. It felt slick and a bit odd under his pads, but the mere touch made him shudder, it felt strangely good to do that, it was something that would be forbidden to him, but that bold action filled him with adrenaline, and an even bigger, devouring curiosity. Trembling he kept caressing and stroking the thing, feeling it twitch slightly under his touch, a low pull rising next to him. Did it feel that good, he wondered, amazed and intrigued by everything he discovered, he had dreamed of doing that for so long and he was definitely not disappointed. 
He gave a light squeeze on the thing he held, a high-pitched squeak answering him as the thing started squirming, trashing violently against his paw, trying with all it's might to break free. His eyes snapped open, fully awake now as he lifted himself up, peaking over the one sleeping next to him, his eyes immediately going wide, his jaw dropping in sheer shock, his whole body freezing. In front of him, barely peaking out over the larger form between them stood a small snout covered in dark green scales, bright verdant eyes staring at him, filled with fear. There was like a blank between the two an instant of perfect silence, as if time had frozen around them, then, as quickly as it had all started he pulled away, a cry of pure panic bursting from his mouth as the small creature scrambled onto his paws, letting out squeaks of terror as it ran to cover while he kicked out all covers, scared to the bones, kicking in all direction until he fell over the edge of the bed, falling heavily on the floor.
Rasta snapped awake, adrenaline pumping into his veins, feeling something small and warm sticking to him like glue, trembling against his belly, letting out low squeaking noises. He spun around, finding himself eye to eye with a young Siberian tiger cat he knew very well "Reggie!" he gasped in surprise, wondering how he had gotten there, but there was no time to wonder about that now, loud steps could already be heard in the staircase quickly coming this way.
Panic took a hold of him, his gaze going back to the small dragon tucked against him, shivering in fright. The caretaker must not see him there, but what to do, where could he hide him? There wasn't enough time. 
Nevertheless he grabbed the small shivering creature, quickly dropping it on the  matress and pulling the cover to hide both him and his nakedness,  right as the door opened, revealing the caretaker, his sharp gaze quickly analyzing the situation, scrutinizing both their face.
"What is goiog on here?" he enquired. "N-n-n-nothing… sir…" sputtered Rasta, collecting himself, paws clenched around the bed sheet. "And you Reggie, what are you doing here?" the small cat only bowed his head down, looking guilty. "I… I…" mumbled the young cat, too scared to speak. "It's alright sir, I guess he snuck in my room during the night… I…I hmpf…" he froze mid-sentence, something hot and slimy caressing a very peculiar part of his anatomy, his paws clenching harder on the blanket, heat rushing to his face as well as down below, a familiar tingling rising in his groin. "Is that right Reggie?" questioned the caretaker, staying very calm "yes Sir… I… I had nightmares again…" "I see I see, but what, was all that noise about? I heard someone screaming." "Well I…"
Rasta had troubles focusing on the discussion, muffing his own moans of pleasure, the tingling sensation increasing with each  lick and he couldn't do anything to stop the little curious dragon without busting his presence out, his arousal growing as did his sheath, hardening in excitement. "We… we just… scared each other…" he managed to mumble "I didn't expect to see him and well… it was a big surprise"  "Is it true Reggie?" "Yes…" mumbled the little cat, still staring at his feet "I got so scared I fell from the bed."
The caretaker nodded thoughtfully, his gaze going back and forth between the two of them "Reggie, you should learn to not bother your friend all nights." "But I was so scared…" protested Reggie with pleading eyes. "It's ok sir, I just forgot to lock my door I suppose…" stammered Rasta, growing increasingly embarrassed with each passing second, his sheath hardening, the tip becoming wet from all the  licks, coaxing the tip of his member out. "Well no… you gave me a key remember" retorted Reggie.  "Oh yeah I forgot." sighed Rasta. "Well everything is explained" let out the caretaker "just don't make too much noise ok, you got me worried something bad had happened." "We will do" they promised in union "and Reggie, don't bother Rasta too much, I know you like him a lot but he had his own problems." he added with a knowing glance toward Rasta, causing the arctic fox's blush to deepen even more. "Oh and since you're both awake now breakfast is ready" added the caretaker before walking out, closing the door behind him.
Silence fell, deep, thick, heavy, the two of them staring at the door, ears perked, listening to the sound of the heavy footsteps fading away, holding their breathes, as if they expected him to turn around and come back; only relaxing when they heard the caretaker descend the stairs. They let out a deep relieved sigh, all the tension dissipating. "Damn… close call…" mumbled Rasta, still shaken a bit and most of all embarrassed, feeling his hard sheath poking against the cover, the tip of his member out in the open brushing against the soft fabric, the curious tongue still exploring that part, it's rough texture feeling wonderful against his exposed flesh. Oblivious to the young cat's presence he kicked the covers away, revealing himself in  all his nakedness, letting out a low groan, the small dragon immediately stopping his exploration to observe the newcomer, letting out a cute inquisitive warble. 
Reggie stood there,  wide-eyed, unable to speak, staring in amazement and disbelief at what was in front of, him, two things he had never expected he would see in his short life, on one side Rasta's endowment, the white sheath housing his member , standing hard and swollen, his reddish tip on full display, promising even more to come and, on the other side the cutest thing he had ever laid eye upon, the small scale-covered creature hiding behind Rasta, observing him from a safe spot, his verdant eyes full of a curiosity he knew all too well, everything seemingly intriguing it, it's high-pitched squeak adding to his adorable look, causing him to melt on the spot. Getting closer to the bed he reached out with a trembling paw, letting the small curious creature sniff his pads, holding still as best as he could although each  exhale of hot air caused him to giggle uncontrollably. A small tongue dashed out, giving his paw a tantalizing lick before pressing his forehead against the soft pads. "Oh this is so cute…" he let out, scratching the soft slick scales, the dragon, because it obviously was one purring just like a cat would. He kept rubbing and fondling the scaly creature, going down it's long neck, sometime taking sneaky glances at  Rasta, having the best point of view he could ask for, able to see the arctic fox's whole endowment, including the two hefty spheres comfortably resting in their furred sack under his sheath, the mere sight of them making him shiver. Rasta just laid there, observing the two, lost in his thoughts, looking quietly at Reggie; the young Siberian tiger cat was like a little brother to him, affectionate, needing the care and protection of an older sibling, and in the unusual family they formed, it had been him since he was the oldest, not that he minded it of course, Reggie was a really nice person and one he cared for on top of that. He had known for quite a long time, actually since he had met Reggie, that the young cat's night were crippled with horrible nightmare that had been frightening him for many years now and nobody had been able to calm them down, the only thing that worked for him to sleep was to not be alone in one bed, and even now that he was twelve he came almost every night in Rasta's room, so often in fact he had given him a key. He had grown so used to wake up with Reggie snuggling against him that it didn't bother him at all. The only downside was that he had to restrain himself from sleeping naked because over the years, as he became older and was about to enter teenagehood the young white cat had grown very curious and sometime would be even a bit too much.
He brutally snapped out of his thought, struck by the realization that, for once, he wasn't wearing any clothes in Reggie's presence, his face flushed red with shame and embarrassment as his gaze fell down on Reggie, fondling the dragon, looking completely enamored by it, but it couldn't hide his eyes wandering away to his own crotch, a slight blush turning his white, black stripped muzzle a slight red. "Hey look away pervert!" shouted Rasta, pulling the blanket up to cover himself. "I wasn't looking I swear" pleaded Reggie, pulling away, adopting the most innocent of expression, one that would soften adults all the time, but his deepening blush said the opposite. "Don't lie I saw you little pervert." chuckled Rasta, scratching Reggie between the ears, one of his weak spots, the cat immediately emitting a loud elated purr. In the corner of his eyes he could see the little dragon jumping on it's tiny paws, tail wagging behind him, wings fluttering, glaring at them with envy, looking upset to not be the center of attention anymore, loud cute chirps spilling from his maw. "He's so cute." cooed Reggie. "Yeah he's adorable" admitted Rasta "but a bit noisy though." he suddenly gasped, rushing to the demanding creature, patting its head "stay quiet would you".
The dragon remained quiet, nuzzling the paw happily, looking satisfied. "What is it?" asked Reggie, sitting on the bed next to the dragon, the little creature immediately padding to him, nuzzling his small, soft paw, demanding affection. "A dragon… or something like it" mumbled Rasta, observing the scene with a sly smirk on his lips. "Where did you find it?" "In the forest while I was walking yesterday." "Damn you're so lucky, it's not to me that this kind of thing would happen…" sighed Reggie. "Well, if you went out more." retorted Rasta, gently pouncing onto the young cat. "Those woods are scary man, you're the only one that dares going there." sighed Reggie "but… why did you bring it back?" "Well… he was alone, barely alive when I found him." "Poor guy…" cooed Reggie, grabbing the little dragon, lifting it from the bed, the bed, holding it close to it's chest, the little creature squirming in his arms, wings fluttering, tail swaying wildly as he was pulled off the soft bed, his panicked cries turning to low purrs as Reggie cuddled him, his snout nestled in ;he comfy white fur on Reggie's chest. "He's so adorable…" whispered the young cat, holding the dragon like a little plush, slowly fondling his back "I could do this all day." "Yeah me to…" admitted Rasta, "Does it… does it have a name?" enquired the curious cat. "Well… no… I didn't think about one yet, beside I don't even know what gender he is." "Well… that's a good question…" admitted Reggie, holding the small dragon at eye level with him, scrutinizing their body, the dragon letting out a  plethora of inquisitive warbles, head cocked to the side, trying to figure out what they were talking about.
For the first time Rasta had a clear view of the dragon's belly, those soft, sensitive green scales that felt so warm to the touch, however he had never dared to look further down, but this time he had the full view of it.  Well… there wasn't much to look at anyway, just a long vertical slit, a mere rift between his scales, nestled between his hindlegs.
His biology classes came back to him in full force, the words of his teacher echoing in his head, most lizard or scaly creature, no matter the gender had a pretty similar anatomy, their gender hidden behind a slit. He gulped down, a cold sweat washing over him, his mind racing, his guts twisting. (Please don't tell me I'll have to look in there) he thought himself in horror, the mere idea disgusting him. "Well… I think he is male." let out Reggie, gently letting go of the dragon, the creature jumping back on the bed, tail wagging happily as his paws met more or less stable floor. "What? How did you tell?" gasped Rasta, staring in amazement at the young proud cat" "Well, just an intuition, and the smell…" "The smell?" "He reeks!" exclaimed Reggie, both of them bursting into laughter, laughing so loud it covered the happy chirps of the dragon.
"Come on, let's head downstairs, I'm getting hungry." let out Rasta, catching his breath. "But… what about him?" questioned Reggie with a disappointed look. "Don't worry; I took some food for him." "Sure… but… won't he feel too lonely?"  "We'll make it quick" replied Rasta, pushing Reggie out of the room. As he grabbed the handle a loud squeak came from inside. Turning around he found the small dragon sitting on the edge of the bed, staring intensely at him, begging him to not go, "I'll be quick little guy" whispered Rasta, extending a hand to scratch the dragon's head one last time.
"I hope he won't make too much noise" sighed Rasta, his heart sinking, heavy with regrets, he wished he could stay with the dragon, wished he could have come with him but he knew it was impossible, the second the caretaker would see him it would be hell for him.
Downstairs several of his comrades were sitting around the table, most looking like they were  still waking up, eyes hazy, eyelids heavy, muzzles almost dipping in their bowl, eating, drinking or preparing their breakfast mechanically, like well-behaved robots following their daily routine. Luckily for him not many paid them any attention, mumbling a polite "hi" or just waving a hand in their general direction. They prepared their breakfast quickly, sitting next to each other, not talking much. Rasta tried his best to keep his usual calm behavior but he couldn't stop his lips from twitching, his mind entirely focused on the little creature left alone in his room, probably wondering why the heck he was gone, maybe trying to call out to him, or maybe he was reeking havoc in his room.
He shook his head, trying to erase those thoughts, but like pesky flies they kept coming back, swarming him, swirling around him, impossible to shake off, filling his heart with sorrow and regrets. He quickly ate his meal, dumping Reggie there and, almost tossing his dirty dishes into the sink rushed upstairs under the puzzled and suspicious gaze of the speechless caretaker.
Barely had he opened the door that already he could hear a loud thumping coming from inside, accompanied by loud chirps and squeaks that would surely attract attention. He quickly snuck inside, closing the door, finding himself face to face with a small, happy dragon. He was in pretty much the same position he had left him in, sitting on the bed, looking at the door, his tail slamming repeatedly in the bed, looking as cheerful as always, eyes sparkling with the purest joy, staring at Rasta with the most adorable face he had ever seen. "Hey buddy, told you I wouldn't take long." he whispered, sitting on the bed, the dragon immediately padding to him, rubbing himself against him, nuzzling him affectionately, rubbish his small snout against Rasta's paw, purring deeply. Rasta smiled, amused, rubbing and fondling the little creature, unable to move his eyes away from it, so deeply fascinated and enamored by the creature that he couldn't think of anything else to do beside stay here, petting the dragon, the little creature surely enjoying it, rubbing himself against Rasta, showing him his back to get more rubs, purring and cooing like a cat. "You're so damn cute you know that?" he chuckled, gladly complying to the dragon's demands. 
Minutes went by in utmost silence, only disturbed by the low purrs and coos of the dragon, who, after a while jumped on Rasta, curling himself on his thighs, closing his eyes, looking pleased. Rasta didn't dare  to move, holding still, observing the little thing resting quite heavily on his legs, but the sensation and heat radiating from him was worse this little discomfort, having the dragon sleeping on him filled him with so much joy, he felt loved and he loved him equally in return. As time went by he started loosing himself in his thoughts, wondering what he could do now, but quickly his thoughts started drifting toward other subjects, to the dragon softly murring in his sleep, moving slightly, probably dreaming, his eyes wandered around, stopping on the posters pinned to the walls, on his desk with his school books pilled in a corner, the unfinished homework he had left yesterday to go out in the wood. A grin drew on his face, who would have thought that just going out on a walk in the woods would change his monotonous life so much, to the point where he couldn't think of his life without the dragon, and it had barely been a day. Reggie's question suddenly popped in his mind, leaving him thoughtful. A name, a name for the dragon, if not for Reggie this idea would have not crossed his mind yet, but it was actually a good question if he intended to keep his dragon.
Yet his brain was empty, stuck, no fitting name coming to him, all those he came up with sounding lame and silly. Sighing desperately his gaze fell upon the books lined on a shelf above his desk, fantasy books for the most part, including a few stories about dragons; perhaps he could find a fitting name in one of them. But maybe a shower was in order first he told himself, realizing he hadn't taken one in a whole day now. Cautiously he grabbed the dragon, putting him slowly on the bed next to him "there you go little buddy" he let out, rubbish the dragon's flank before getting up, stretching up quickly and headed to the wardrobe, grabbing clean clothes and a towel before dropping the pile of clothes en his desk and left the room as quietly as possible, closing the door behind him, feeling a sting of pain when the little scaly form vanished behind the panel.
The shower room was a long and narrow room with, on the left side a row of sinks in front of a large mirror and, on the opposite side several individual stalls. The room was empty and, without hesitation he entered into the first stall, locked the door behind him, hanged his towel and quickly undressed, stepping fully naked under the showerhead, turning un hot water, tensing as the hot liquid trickled down his fur. 
He came out a good twenty minute later, his fur taking ages to dry up but looking good as new and carrying a pleasant smell now. With the towel tied around his hips he walked out of the bathroom, meeting nobody in the corridor, casually heading to his room.
Suddenly he froze; his heart skipping a beat, his breath stuck in his throat, his jaw dropping, his eyes stuck staring at something. Before him, at the end of the corridor one door in particular was slightly open, not any door, the door to his room. Adrenaline shot through his veins, his hearth thumping in his face as he lugged forward, almost loosing his towel, his mind racing with panicked thoughts, had he forgotten to close the door? Had the caretaker found out? His guts twisted violently at that simple thought, his brain racing with the worst scenarios his panicked mind could come up with, he could already see the caretaker waiting in his room with his usual disapproving and upset look on his face with the little dragon.
Rushing the final distance between him and the room he didn't even notice the towel tied around his waist slipping and quietly falling down on the ground, leaving him bare naked as he pushed the door.
There, right before him was Reggie, sitting on his chair, holding the little dragon in his arms, his hand frozen over the little creature's head, both of them looking at him with stupefied expression.
"Reggie!" gasped Rasta, trying to calm the ragged drumming of his heart, his whole frame shivering under the surge of adrenaline coursing in his veins, burning like fire "W-w-what… what are you… doing here?" he panted, out of breath. "A-a-a-nd you?" sputtered Reggie, his eyes avoiding him, a slight red hue tainting his white cheeks. "Well… last time I checked it's my room." retorted Rasta, arms crossed over his chest. "No… I… I mean… you're… you're…"  stammered the little cat, holding the puzzled dragon close, the little creature staring intensely at Rasta, scrutinizing him as if they had seen each other for the first time, his enquiring gaze wandering all over him, making the arctic fox feel quite uncomfortable. "I am what?  The real question is what are you doing here Reggie?" "No I mean you're… naked…" squeaked Reggie, looking down, his face turning a crimson red. "Wait what?" yelped Rasta, his gaze going down, falling upon his own furred belly,  his sheath peaking out in the open, his ball sack hanging freely. In other circumstances this sensation would have been delightful but now it was just embarrassing. His paws rushed to cover his groin as he spun around, blushing profusely, looking desperately for his towel, finding it flat on the floor, a few feet away in the corridor. "Crap…" he let out under his breath, stepping in the corridor, looking everywhere to make sure nobody saw him and picked up the towel, tying it around his waist and, still red from embarrassment and shame went back to his room, closing the door behind him.
A heavy silence fell on the room as he leaned against the wooden panel, the blush on his face only deepening in time with Reggie's own to the amusement of the little dragon who seemed to find it quite funny to watch, eyes sparkling with joy, a smile like expression curling his lips as he chirped happily, nuzzling and licking Reggie's face, causing the little cat to giggle and squirm. "That's so adorable!" let out Rasta, bursting into laughter, the tension and stress from those few past minutes fading away. Holding the towel with one hand he reached with the other softly patting the dragon on the head, the little creature responding by nuzzling and nibbling playfully at his pads.
For long minutes they stayed like this, caressing and playing with the little dragon, their combined laughter intertwined with the dragon's coos and squeaks filling the room.
"Anyway…" let out Rasta, still laughing uncontrollably "what were you doing here?" he asked, trying to sound serious. "Well…" mumbled Reggie, a bit out of breath, looking at the small dragon he was cradling, "I  had finished my breakfast and I was going back to my room when I saw that yours was wide open…" "Hold on the door was open? I closed it when I went to the shower." interrupted Rasta. "I know and that's what I told myself to so I went to check and I found him wandering in the corridor not too far away  so I grabbed it and brought him back to your room and well… stayed around a little bit to keep him company."
Rasta listened, looking intrigued, nodding thoughtfully, acknowledging the words but, after along minute of reflection a smile curled his lips "you know Reggie, your bullshit doesn't work on me." "But that's the truth!" protested the younger cat, "I swear I'm not lying." "Whatever, you know, if you wanted to come and keep him company as you say you could just say it." "I know and that's… kinda what I wanted to do from the beginning but…" "Anyway, just close the door next time ok, it got me freaking out:" "Yeah…" giggled Reggie with a devious glimmer in his eyes "so much you lost your clothes." "Hey that wasn't intended" retorted Rasta, gently pouncing the little cat "I was just worried something had happened, you know like the caretaker finding out about him." "I know I know,  I'll be more careful next time."
Rasta let his gaze wander around the room, his paw mechanically fondling the soft warm scales of the little dragon that was resting comfortably in Reggie's caring embrace as he sank head-first in his thoughts, not thinking about something in particular, just letting his mind drift away, all the worries from before just vanishing, as if they had never existed, there was just him, Reggie and the soft contact of warm smooth scales under his paw.
He didn't know how long he stayed like this but wean he opened his eyes he felt more relaxed, the dragon was half snoozing peacefully under the watchful eye of the young cat. He observed them quietly, a fain smile floating on his lips, his gaze focusing on the small dragon and, as he plunged in those deep verdant irises, loosing himself in their raw beauty a thought rose above the rest, an ,idea that rooted deep in his brain, growing more persistent until he couldn't think of something else.
"Hey…" he let out, a bit hesitant after a second of hesitation "I just thought of something." "Hmmm? Yes…" mumbled Reggie, surprised "what is it?" "Well… I kinda… thought of a name for him…" muttered Rasta, blushing slightly. "Oh what adid you find?" "Well… I'm… I'm not sure about it." "Come on man tell me!" encouraged Reggie, staring intensely at him, the weight of his gaze making Rasta feel increasingly nervous. "Kylief…" he let out in a low, barely audible whisper, his face burning red with embarrassment. "What?" "Kylief, that's the name I thought about… yeah I know it sucks…" mumbled Rasta, looking down. "Kylaief…" Reggie repeated a few time, sounding thoughtful. From the corner of his Rasta could see his friend was looking at the small dragon. "I think it's a pretty cool name!" finally let out Reggie "definitely better than what I had in mind." exclaimed Reggie "what do you say Kylief? You like your name? " he asked. To Rasta's dismay the dragon opened his eyes, ears perked, looking up at Reggie and let out a cute, somewhat approving warble, leaving Rasta speechless.  "Guess he likes it." chuckled Reggie, fondling the little dragon. "Well, Kylief it is then." mumbled the arctic fox, slowly rubbing the dragon's back, the newly named Kylief purring in delight, rolling on his side, lifting a paw, showing his belly.
"Well… guess I should go shower to now…" sighed Reggie after some time just cuddling the dragon, looking at his watch in utter disappointment, Kylief, seemingly understanding his newfound friend's sadness squeaked in protest. "Yep, might be a good idea…" approved Rasta, cautiously grabbing the little dragon from Reggie's lap and holding it like a baby in his arms, the small dragon immediately finding purpose in his soft fluffy fur, burying his snout in the white hairs, licking and nibbling at them playfully. "Guess he likes you a lot…" commented Reggie after getting up with a groan. "I think so…" giggled Rasta who was having a hard time holding the playful, squirming creature trying to climb on his chest. He could feel the towel tied around his waist getting loose, very loose. "Anyway, I'll leave you two alone." let out Reggie with a meaningful wink, patting Kylief on the head one last time before casually walking to the door. "Hey Reggie, you can come whenever you want, just knock first ok." "Sure, but I probably won't come until tonight." "Oh why?" enquired Rasta. "Well, I'll be at a friend's house most of the day helping him with his homework." "Yeah, sure, good luck helping him." sniggered Rasta, knowing all too well they would spend the entire day playing games or something like that.
"See you around then." let out Rasta, holding the dragon in his arms, the creature nipping  his fur at a particularly sensitive spot, causing him to squirm uncontrollably squirm and quiver. "Later!" let out Reggie before closing the door, at the exact moment Rasta's towel slipped down, falling quietly on the floor around his feet, leaving him bare naked.
Shivering slightly in the cool air he walked to the door and locked it just for safety, he didn't want someone coming in the room and stumbling upon the dragon, then he walked back to the window, the dragon still nestled comfortably against him, purring deeply. Outside the world was covered in a thick, perfectly white blanket, nothing moving beside the threes oscillating in the wind, a perfect day for one of his walks in the wood. Just thinking about made him shiver, his whole body aching to go in the wilderness. If i! was not for the dragon clinging to him he would have ran outside already but he didn't want to leave Kylief alone in the house, it was too risky, but going out with him was also with it's own dangers; he had been lucky enough to come back home unnoticed the day before but it might not be the same today. 
Pondering for some time he let his gaze wander around the room until it fell upon a pile of paper sitting on his desk. "Oh fuck… I forgot…" he mumbled, remembering those homework he had abandoned yesterday, exercises and problems he needed to solve for tomorrow. With no other option he walked back to the desk but, as he was about to seat on his chair he froze, looking at himself. Usually it wouldn't bother him to be naked, he had spent entire days without putting on any clothes but now that the dragon was around  and with what happened earlier he felt very uncomfortable being naked around Kylief, it gave him the feeling of being observed, constantly spied on by someone. So, without further hesitation he went to the bed and gently dropped Kylief on the bed sheet before quickly getting dressed then going back to his desk, pulling the pile of documents closer and grabbed a pen, letting out a deep sigh as he read the first line of the first of a long list of exercises.

……… 

Rasta fell back in his chair, his jaws parting on a loud yawn, still holding his pen, in front of him were many sheets of paper scattered across his desk, filled with notes, formulas, lines and lines of text. He looked at it with hatred but also some pride in his eyes. He felt tired, drained, his brain disconnected and outside the sun was settling, basking his room in a warm orange-red glow. "Already…" he let out, noticing the decrease in light, throwing a quick glance at his clock. 05:30 PM. 
Letting out a deep groan he spun his chair around, fed up of sitting there doing those boring homework's. It had been long, boring, so much tike he would have rather spent doing something else, like going out. And actually it had taken even more time than expected because of a little troublemaker. Speaking of the devil where was he now? He wondered, his gaze quickly scanning the room, finding the one responsible for all his troubles. Kylief was lying sprawled on his pillow, looking at him with his shining verdant eye, looking just as bored as he was.
Keeping a close eye on the little dragon he recalled all the events of the day, a wry grin spreading on his lips. He should have seen it coming yet he was still amazed by everything that had happened.
It had started simply; he was just dealing with one of many problems when the dragon had started making noise, at first it was just a tad bit annoying making him loose his focus. He had tried to ignore it but the more he did the louder the little creature became, until his loud chirps and squeaks filled the room. Worried that it would attract attention he had tried to calm him down but the little dragon was more demanding that he had imagined and determined to not comply easily. It had quickly turned into a chase inside the room to get a hold of the playful dragon and, after a few minutes he had managed to grab a hold of him and gave him all the cuddles and hugs he could and Kylief seemed to calm down. 
But it was only temporary, all the time he had to stop, take care of the dragon, fondle him, play with him until he was satisfied but it was never enough.
When he had left his room for lunch it was to come back discovering the little dragon on his desk, nibbling on one of his pencils. It had taken some more time to get him to let go of it, the more he tried to get his hand on it the more the dragon fought back, pulling and wiggling away with his prize until he finally let go. And it wasn't even the worst yet. The afternoon had been pretty calm, too calm almost, the dragon remaining quiet, or so he thought. But after a while he had felt something odd, something unusual, like a sudden gust of air washing over his face. At first he didn't think much about it, it was an old house and the joints around the windows were terrible and having cold air like this wasn't unusual. Yet it came back a few times, accompanied by a strange noise, like something ruffling or flapping. When he did look up he couldn't believe what his eyes were showing him, Kylief was there, sitting on the shelves above his desk, looking down at him curiously, his eyes going over the paper sheets as if he was somehow trying to understand what he was doing. "How did you get there?" he gasped, pushing his chair back, staring in shock at the dragon, looking back and forth between the shelf and the bed behind him, rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn't having some sort of hallucination but no it was true. He had stared at the dragon in a mix of amazement and disbelief for long minutes without knowing what to do until he decided that it was wiser to get him down from his perch. However it proved much more difficult than he had anticipated because, the instant he tried grabbing a hold of the dragon he unfurled his wings and swiftly leaped into the air, leaving Rasta stunned, eyes bulging wide in disbelief. Yet reality was quickly reminded to him as, in his wake Kylief had caused a few books to fall from the shelf, noisily falling on the desk or the floor; the sound scaring the little creature that flew all the way to the wardrobe, squeaking in panic as he hid there. The whole scene was hilarious. Sadly all the noise caught the attention of the caretaker that came knocking at his door the next instant. Finding a valid excuse had been easy but getting the dragon down from his hiding spot had proved far more difficult. In the end Rasta had to go down to the kitchen, grab some food and use it as bait to get Kylief to glide down safely to the bed.
He let out a deep sigh, feeling more exhausted than if he had spent the whole day running in the woods, yet, he was happy about it, kind of although he wished Reggie could have been around to help him out with Kylief. 
A familiar chirp brought him back to reality, the little dragon observing him with that same playfulness and eagerness shimmering in his eyes, his tail slapping the pillow repeatedly as if he was waiting for something.
"You're never satisfied aren't you?" chuckled Rasta tiredly, reaching out to pat Kylief on the head, listening to his low elated purr when he started scratching the scales between his horns. "You little cute devil" he sighed, getting up from his chair, grabbing the little dragon in his arms and casually flopped down on the bed, the dragon on top of him, cautiously padding on his chest until he found a good spot on his belly where he sat, licking his scales to clean them.
He felt tired, bored, not knowing what to do now and having no motivation to do anything. So without further hesitation he closed his eyes, for a small nap.
Familiar knocking on his door woke him up, he didn't know how much time had passed but his brain, and his stomach told him it was time to eat, He got out of bed, yawning and grunting and, mechanically walked to the door, giving kylief a gentle rub on the head before leaving.
The meal was quiet once again, Reggie had come back from his day at his friend's house but seemed just as bummed down as he was, his nose dipping in his plate which managed to put an amused grin on his face. 
This time it was Rasta's turn to clean the dishes so he did it quietly, taking his time until everyone had left the room, snagging some more food from the fridge, praying that nobody would notice it and went back to his room. Kylief greeted him with a plethora of happy chirps and squeaks, jumping on him the moment he sat on the bed, his claws latching to his fur as the cheerful dragon licked his snout all over. "Damn you sure missed me" giggled Rasta, squirming under the raspy tongue of the dragon. He kept rubbing and hugging him for a while then gave his some food that the dragon gladly took and, as he watched him eat he let his mind go adrift. In many ways the dragon amazed him, he was as playful and affectionate as would have been a young dog but he also seemed very clever, more intelligent than any animal, or maybe it was jut an impression; and the fact that he saw him fly already told him that the dragon was a fast learner, or perhaps it was just instinct, or he knew how to fly before they met. So many questions that made Kylief more intriguing and fascinating. 
When he was done with his meak Kylief just let himself fall flat on the bed, Rasta smiling at the view of the little exhausted and satisfied creature splayed on his blanket.
He suddenly felt very tired, the fatigue of the day crashing down on top of him, a loud yawn leaving his mouse, soon joined by one from Kylief. He smiled amusingly, rubbing the dragon's exposed belly before he started undressing. When only his underwear were still left he hesitated, should he keep them on in case Reggie came in during the night or should he drop those to. He thought about it for a few second then, with a sigh pulled them down, shivering when his package was freed. He couldn't resist giving his sheath a gentle rub, causing him to tense as a tingle of pleasure coursed through him. A good relief would have been nice yet he felt very nervous doing this kind of thing with Kylief around, the image of what had happened in the morning flashing before his eyes; causing his growing arousal to calm down quickly.
But, as he was about to slip in bed he remembered what Reggie had told him in the morning, questions rising in his brain. Was it possible that Kylief had indeed opened the door? It didn't make a lot of sense to him but, after what he had seen the dragon do in just a day it wouldn't surprise him too much. So, he quickly went to the door and locked it before turning off the light and blindly going back to the bed, letting the warm covers wrap around him. 

………

Much later, when a deep slumber had claimed everyone in the house, when the darkest of nights had fallen, swallowing everything in thick, impenetrable obscurity a familiar shadow slipped in the corridor after a quick look around.
Reggie had troubles sleeping, not only did his nightmares kept haunting him every time he closed his eyes, but his room was amongst the coldest in the house, making it hard to find sleep when he was freezing. And on top of that he wanted to be with his friends, snuggling with them would definitely help him sleep better.
So, quietly, he made his way through the corridor, making sure to make as little noise as possible, arriving in no time in front of Rasta's room. For a second he stood there, hesitant, not wanting to bother his friend. Gulping down heavily, shivering in the cold air he gave a light knock on the door, ears perked, waiting for a response, but no sound came. He grabbed the handle, pulling it down, but the door didn't budge the slightest, locked. With a smile he plunged a hand in his pyjamas, pulling out a small key and, with quick and precise motions unlocked the door, opening it with extreme caution to prevent it from creaking or wincing too much, slithering inside like an eel, finding himself enveloped in the warmth of Rasta's room.
Without hesitation he went to the bed, carefully following the covers with a paw to locate the little green dragon, until the tip of his fingers met the slick, warm scales, two small green lights immediately lighting up in the shadow, radiating a slight glow, the curious dragon sniffing his paw a few times before going back to sleep.
Reggie slipped under the blankets, shivering at the sudden rush of heat that surrounded him.
A feeling of relief, happiness and safety washed over him as he settled down against the large pillow, inching closer and closer to the source of that delightful heat until he brushed against soft, thick, fluffy fur, a shudder coursing through him.
Instinctively he pulled closer to Rasta until his muzzle was buried in the so soft and comfy fur, his arms wrapping around his larger friend, his hands curiously, almost automatically descending along the arctic fox's chest, fondling his soft fur, descending lower and lower.
He suddenly froze, his hands going much lower than he expected, to a place where he expected to find Rasta's underwear. A deep blush crept over his face, as the realization struck him, Rasta was bare naked, and he was hugging him so close, pressing against him, the mere thought causing shudders of excitement to run wild inside him.
Looking down at himself he wondered, was it ok to undress as well? He thought about it, or rather tried to, quickly falling asleep, the reassuring warmth of his friend's body causing his eyes to grow heavy, his brain fuzzy. 
Without much care, yawning loudly he removed his clothes, dumping them next to the bed, stopping when only his underwear remained, hesitant to pull it down But Rasta was always naked, why couldn't he? Slowly, cautiously, he removed his underwear, shivering in the warm bed as his crotch and butt were exposed. Now completely naked he wrapped his arms around Rasta, pulling himself close to his bigger friend, his crotch rubbing against the fox's nice butt, his blush deepening slightly as he fell into a deep, peaceful sleep full of naughty dreams.

………

His eyes cracked open, the happy thrills of birds reaching his hazy brain, a low light filtering through the blur of his vision, soft warmth enveloping him, triggering light shivers of delight all over his body. He yawned, stretching up, blinking his eyes a few times to clear his head from the last remnants of sleep, feeling happy, pleased, and full of energy, ready for a new day.
Letting his gaze wander around he quickly recognized Rasta's room, the alarm clock on the nightstand displaying 08:30. He turned himself to the side, showing his back to the window; his eyes falling instantly on the large white frame next to him. Rasta was lying on his back, eyes tightly shut, sleeping peacefully, the cover having slipped down a bit leaving his fluffy chest exposed. He could hardly get his eyes away from the sleeping fox, staring intensely at him, his eyes following the curves of his body, his ears listening to his slow, regular breathing, a slight smirk curling his lips. Rasta really was attracting to him, the bigger male's sleeping form tickling his curiosity in all the right ways, everything from his soft fur, to his strong masculine scent had him shuddering. Moreover, knowing his friend didn't wear any clothes, that he was so close that he could touch him caused him to tremble, his groin tingling with arousal. Adding the fact that he was oaked as well, the sensation of the hot blankets rubbing against every part of his body made the whole scene all the more hot to him.
Curious he sat on the bed, the bed sheets, still covering the lower half of his body, a slight red hue creeping over his cheeks while slowly, extremely slowly he turned his attention back to his friend, just to fall on Kylief, the little dragon curled in a tight ball on top of Rasta's belly, rising and falling in time with Rasta's slow breathing. Yet he wasn't sleeping at all, his eyes wide open, glinting with malice, observing Reggie with that same happiness. Just seeing the dragon put a big grin on his face, the dragon immediately reacting by lifting it's snout, letting out a cute little warble. Extending a paw toward the small scaly creature, slowly fondling it, from the top of his neck to the beginning of his tail. Kylief was purring and crooning, arching his neck to get more, sprawling on Rasta's chest, trying to grab his arm and keep that soft paw for himself. Reggie let out a low, amused giggle, stroking the dragon's flank with his other paw, Kylief nibbling and licking playfully at his pads, eliciting little puffs and giggles from him as he squirmed uncontrollably, his legs kicking in all direction, pushing the blankets away, exposing him fully, the colder air caressing his fur.
Yet, as he kept playing with the dragon he couldn't stop his gaze from wandering away, strolling along Rasta's body, at first making sure he was still sleeping, but soon it started going down, lower and lower, until it went past Kylief, observing the dragon's smooth pristine scales, then going down a bit more.
A "oh" of surprise left his mouth, his eyes bulging wide open, his jaw dropping in shock, his paw freezing over Kylief's back, a shiver of excitement and disbelief going down his spine. There, right where Rasta's groin was, stood a noticeable tent in the bed sheet, something he knew all too well, something he had dreamed of seeing. It looked big even under the covers, long enough to push the blankets up, just as he had imagined. Gulping down in apprehension he extended a trembling paw toward the bulge, holding still a mere inch away, not daring to take that last step. Finally,  after taking a deep breath he reached out, lightly touching the member through the blanket, a wild shiver shaking his whole being. Sadly it hadn't done much to silence his burning curiosity, he had barely felt it, even less seen it, he wanted so badly to sae it with his own eyes, to feel it in his paw.
His gaze went back up, Rasta was still asleep, not disturbed the slightest by the contact. His eyes fell on the blanket, already so low, just over his belly, it wouldn't take much to pull it down the rest of the way, but could he…? His hesitation was short lived as Kylief, as if he had understood got up and swiftly jumped off Rasta's belly, finding himself another spot further away, leaving Reggie speechless, his hands moving of their own accords, grabbing onto the bed sheet and slowly, cautiously pulling it down. His whole body shivered while inch after inch of soft white fur were unveiled before his curious, hungry gaze, the tingling in his crotch increasing as he could feel his own penis start to grow, his whole body quaking under powerful shivers, his heart thumping in his chest, his mind racing as he kept pulling down. Finally, after one last pull the member swayed out of hiding, standing proudly before him, hard and throbbing, fully out of his sheath. It was, beautiful in his eyes; a red shat with a pointed tip, gifted at the base with a thicker bulge he guessed was a knot. It was long, around seven inches, and quite thick to, the knot at the base slowly engorging with blood, the whole length pulsing slightly, and, right underneath all of that stood Rasta's swollen balls, nestled comfortably in their furred sack. Just looking at it maa¤ae the tingling sensation in his crotch unbearable, he couldn't peal his eyes away from it, the cock looking better than everything he had imagined, making him shiver while, between his own legs his member grew to full mast. Nervously he looked adown, his gaze falling on his own endowment. All of a sudden he felt small and pathetic, his member only  reaching at about 4 to 5 inches in length, the conical-shaped shaft covered of little nubs and deprived of that same large knot his friend had, even his balls felt and looked smaller, held closer to his body and not hanging like Rasta's own large nuts.
His face burned with shame, the sight of Rasta's cock turning him on as much as it made him uncomfortable, he had always been curious of what the arctic fox had down there, and now that he had it on display before him he di,dn't know what to do, just sitting there, staring at it, his own member hard and throbbing eagerly. Ashamed he looked up, finding Rasta still sleeping peacefully, a sly smile curling his lips. "Damn… what can he be dreaming about to be so hard?" he mumbled  under his breathe, his eyes going back to the throbbing canine cock jutting from Rasta's sheath, his eyes drawn to it like magnets. 
However now that his friend's endowment was exposed he didn't know what to do, should he stop there, pull the cover up and pretend that nothing had happened to stop this from becoming more embarrassing? Or should he instead keep going, use the opportunity he was given to explore a bit more, maybe, maybe touch it, just once.
He pondered for some time, his eyes going back and forth between Rasta's face and his cock, his shaft showing no sign of shrinking at all, still fully erect, pulsing slowly. It was getting hard to think, his own rod, as hard as a rock aching for attention, his curiosity getting even more pressing, urging him to touch that penis he had fantasized about for so long, so feel it under his paw. Rasta looked to be sleeping deeply, surely he wouldn't notice. He remained there, hesitant, his cock throbbing hard now, reminding itself to him constantly, Rasta's own just as hard and needy, a drop of a clear liquid gathering at the tip, surely it could use a little help; after all, what would he risk if nobody saw him or knew about it.
Gulping down he reached out with a trembling paw, his whole bo4y quaking violently, his heart leaping in his chest, sweat dripping down his forehead as his paw inched closer to Rasta's length, his ears perked, his gaze homed on the sleeping fox, on the lookout for any sign of him waking up.
A jolt burst from his hand, shaking his whole body, his paws coming in contact, with something hot and slick, pulsing slightly under his pads. He didn't need to look down to know what it was but he did it all the same, staring in disbelief at his paw against Rasta's hard cock. Slowly he wrapped his paw around the thick length, shivering more and more as he did so, not believing he was actually doing it, his smaller member throbbing excitedly, dripping pre on the bed but he didn't notice, entirely focused on the arctic fox's dick in his hand. Panting slightly he threw a quick glance to Rasta, still in a deep slumber, a pleased expression floating on his face, looking as if he was enjoying this; intrigued he tightened his grip slightly, the cock throbbing harder in response, the clear liquid that had been gathering at the tip leaking down the shaft and on his hand, a low groan slipping out of Rasta's parted mouth.
A wild shiver coursed through him, there was no doubt in his mind anymore, he was enjoying it, his member very sensitive, his mind racing with increasingly naughty and lustful thoughts. Now that he had it in hand he didn't want to let go, he craved to feel it entirely, to feel those hefty balls in his paw, to watch the knot engorge and the cum erupt from the cock.
Slowly he moved his paw down, sliding his pads along the shaft, stopping when he bumped against the knot, holding still for a few seconds before going back up all the way to the tip, his motion accompanied by another low moan from Rasta and more pre dripping from the tip.
It felt so weird, so new and exciting to do this, to feel the cock throb in his grasp, his own throbbing and twitching wildly now, however he froze, his paw still holding his friend's member, wondering if he should let go of it now, but the lust burning in his veins quickly took care of the question, his paw already going down the cock again on it's own, eliciting low moans and groans from Rasta, fuelling his arousal even more. 
Soon he was pawing Rasta, his paw going up and down the throbbing shaft at a slow pace, watching as pre squirted from the tip, trickling down the shaft and wetting his fur, turning the cock slick and shiny, making each stroke smoother. Somehow Rasta was still asleep but he surely was enjoying it, low moans escaping his mouth, his cock throbbed and leaked increasing amounts of pre, his knot swelling as Reggie increased the pace,  giving the member gentle  squeezes with each stroke, coaxing more precum out. Yet his curiosity wasn't near satisfied, he wanted to do more, to feel and to see him climax, his other paw extending toward his furred sack, gently caressing it, feeling the large nuts nestled comfortably in their furry pouch, full of seed waiting to be released. Cupping the two large orbs in his hand he sped up his pace, Rasta's low, sleepy moans working wonders on him, his own member painfully stiff, dripping pre on the bed at a constant pace, his balls tightening in their sack, a new kind of pressure rising inside him, his whole body overflowing with raw pleasure. He could feel Rasta's cock throb  harder, his knot swollen to full mast, even his balls seemed to twitch in their own way, making Reggie only more eager to continue, the heavy musk of the horny male combined with she smell of his cock clouding his judgment, only a little part of him keeping an eye on Rasta, the rest Overwhelmed with sheer lust, mesmerized by the thick throbbing cock leaking copious amounts of pre on his paw, the  more he looked at it the tastier it felt and smelled to him, his mouth watering, curiosity and eagerness urging him to continue on. The mole he stared at Rasta's cock the more he wanted to taste it, to lick all the pre oozing from the tip, to suck on it as he had seen in some videos he watched with friends.
His gaze quickly went back and forth between Rasta's face and his throbbing maleness, wondering how he could sleep with someone touching his most private parts, while having his member stroked by another's paw; not that he was about to complain about it. A heavy, alluring musk filled the air, radiating from the arctic fox's endowment, the exotic scent of the horny male filling his nose with each breath he took, his inhibitions slowly crumbling, his hesitations fading away, only leaving a burning urge, a lust he had never felt before, fuelled by his never satisfied curiosity. Trembling slightly from both excitement and apprehension he moved his paw to the fat knot, giving it a light squeeze, eliciting another low pleased groan from Rasta, his other paw cradling his plump spheres, feeling them roll and throb slightly under his pads as slowly, really slowly he bent his upper body forward, his breath coming out in quick irregular panting, his heart thumping hard in his chest, so hard and so loud he wondered how the whole house couldn't hear it, his eyes homed on the prize. When he stopped his muzzle was mere inches away from the alluring, twitching and throbbing shaft, his breath washing over the sensitive organ, his paw holding it straight, clear pre oozing from the tip, dribbling down the shaft, giving it a shiny look as well as making it slippery, a powerful scent waffling at his nose, making his head spin with pure lust. Now that he was so close to it the cock looked so much bigger than it had felt in his hand, the red shaft pulsing in his grasp.
Gulping down in apprehension he, with extreme caution, closed the gap between them, his nose bumping against the hard pole of flesh, a sudden rush of heat flowing inside him, a red blush covering his cheeks. Yet he didn't pull back, taking deep inhales of Rasta's strong musk, letting it cloud his mind with lust, his thoughts focusing on one thing, the hard needy member ahead of him, in the back of his mine a part of him couldn't believe he was actually doing it but it was quickly silenced by the wave of desire that submerged him.
Gone too far to come back now he gave the large inviting member a shy, gentle lick, shudders of excitement running wild through him as his slick appendage slid along the hard, hot flesh, the member reacting to the touch by throbbing harder in his paw, a dollop of pre trickling down the canine shaft. The taste was new,  foreign to him, unlike anything he had tasted before, the exotic flavor of Rasta's cock filling his mouth, sending chills of excitement and anxiety down his spine, his gaze shooting up, making sure his friend was still asleep, finding his face slightly contorted with a blissful grimace, his eyes  screwed shut, his body tensing. He froze, heart beating hard in his chest, so hard a dull ache was starting to spread inside him, worrying that he might have gone too far, expecting his friend to wake up at any moment, ready to pull away at the first sign of trouble and run back to his room if he had to. Yet Rasta's traits soon relaxed, a low coo escaping his slightly parted lips. For an instant he pondered if he should continue with his exploration of the fox's groin however his inhibitions were short lived, his lust blooming in his veins, his curiosity urging him to go forward, his own member as stiff as a plank throbbing and leaking between his legs, harder than it had ever been before, his balls churning with pent-up seed.
Slowly he brought his muzzle back to the pulsing pole, panting hard from a lust he had never experienced, that overpowered all his doubts and inhibitions, his gaze homed on the beautiful thing he held io his paw, giving it a longer lick, pleasure jolting from his very tongue as the smell and taste assaulted his senses, his head becoming fuzzy from all this potent male musk he was breathing in. Almost on it's own accord his tongue began lapping Rasta's cock all over, going from the fat bulbous knot all the way to the pre-oozing tip, collecting some of the clear liquid on his tongue, the sweet yet slightly salty flavor causiog him to shiver in raw desire, his whole being aching with desire.
He kept going, lapping ravenously at the sensitive flesh, not letting a drop of pre slip away, feeling the shaft throb and twitch under his touch while his paw stroked along the shaft, giving the knot gentle squeezes, earning more of that tasty pre, his lust-fogged mind entirely focused on h:e cock, wanting all of it, all it could offer, now that he had seen and touched it he wanted to see every secret it held.
His licks became longer, more intense, gong lower along the shaft until it rubbed the large knot, the cock throbbing harder, spewing pre on his muzzle, the  intoxicating scent only making his desire burn harder, an intense heat, like a ragging fire coursing in him.
Slowly he pulled away, panting quickly, drool gathering at the corner of his lips, staring at the  saliva and pre-coated member in front of him, as hard and needy as it could be, his paw still holding the engorged shaft, his free paw reaching down to grab his own, feeling his own fluids wet his pads as he wrapped  his paw around his cock, giving it a long stroke, letting out a low blissful moan, his lustful mine wondering what he could do now, the new flavor of the member lingering in his mouth, his tongue still remembering the feeling of the burning hot pole of flesh, his whole being aching for more, his curiosity skyrocketing in time with his urge. What he had seen in videos flashing before his eyes, he could recall one where someone was having his member sucked, he recalled telling himself it must have felt wonderful, perhaps, perhaps he could try that for himself. Slowly he moved in closer again, taking deep inhales in the thick, lust-addled air, the potent musk waffling at his nose once more as his tongue stuck out, sliding along the tip, letting pre squirt against his tongue and cautiously lowered his snout, guiding the member in his mouth, making sure to not graze the sensitive surface with his teeth, his lips wrapping around the very tip, sending a shiver down his spine.
The member felt thicker, more than it had looked in his paw, each throb reverberating in his mouth, in his whole body, making the cock twitch and squirt hot precum on his tongue, pleasure surging in his veins as a deep red blush crept over his cheeks. Slowly, nervously he gave the tip a gentle suckle, the member responding by pulsing harder and spewing a large amount of pre that he let pool in his hungry maw. His whole frame was trembling, quaking under powerful rush of pure pleasure as, enticed by the strong taste of Rasta's essence, his nose full of his young male musk he started suckling the red cock's tip, his tongue eagerly lapping all the pre that oozed out, not letting a drop go to waste, slathering the hot flesh in saliva. 
Imperceptibly, as if his body was on auto-pilot his muzzle lowered itself on the shaft, his lips pursed around the thick meat, an inch slipping in his mouth, then another. Before he knew it several inches of thick throbbing cock were resting on his tongue, pulsing rapidly, warm pre trickling down his throat, his paw wrapped around the thick knot as his blush only deepened, it felt so good, better than he had imagined, his own member jumping in sheer excitement, a pleasure he had never felt before burning in his veins,. After a minute of just sucking the hard length lodged in his mouth he slowly pulled away, dragging his tongue along the underside of the shaft, stopping when only the tip remained in his maw before taking it again in his maw, keeping that same slow, sensual pace, trying to reproduce what he had seen before.
Rasta slowly emerged from his deep slumber, he felt relaxed and peaceful and relieved after a good night of rest, his body full of energy, ready for a new day. He even felt a familiar tingling coming from his crotch, a very delightful and bothering itch that he only knew too well, having felt it on many occasions, the kind of itch he'd need to scratch very soon. With a slight, wry grin he opened his eyes, his eyelids fluttering a few times, clearing the last remnants of sleep from his brain. Yet, at his senses came back to him, as the numbness left his body he realized something was different, the ache of his groin was much greater than he had ever felt, pleasure like never before ragging in his body, causing him to tense,  his balls feeling heavy with ^pent-up cum. "Damn… that's one hell of a morning wood…" he thought to himself amusingly, lifting his head from the pillow, savoring the intense sensation of pleasure coursing through him, filling him with lust and desire, his member throbbing, begging for attention.
He looked down, his vision still blurred, only seeing the vague red shape of his hard cock, yet, as he blinked his eyes, he started feeling something odd, something new, like something was holding his member, applying a slight pressure to his knot, giving it the right kind of squeeze to keep him eager and horny, as if someone had their hand on his member. Moreover he felt a sensation of heat and wetness around his shaft, something he had never felt before, and it felt so good, causing his dick to twitch and pulse harder, his balls tightening, churning up more seed, the pressure building up quickly in his balls.
Never in his life had he experienced something like this, he had only felt the touch of his own paws but this, this was completely different, and far better, so good it had to be a¤ dream, a very lewd one but a dream nevertheless.
Suddenly his heart missed a beat, his eyes bulging wide in shock, adrenaline shooting in his veins, a freezing cold tide washing over him as he fell down on the bed, his mind racing, the vision stuck in his head. He couldn't believe what he had just seen and yet the vision was carved in his brain now, impossible to erase: Reggie, naked, bent over him, a paw on his knot, his mouth around his cock, his head bobbing up and  down at a steady pace. 
If it was a dream it was a weird one. Heart throbbing hard in his chest, his mind racing with panicked thought he gave a quick glance down, wishing with all his might that the mind-bugging vision of his friend sucking him off was gone, that his sleep and lust-hazed brain had made up but, when cracked an eye open he could only sigh in a mixture of disbelief and awe as he saw it again, his whole body tensing and twitching ever so slightly under the constant stimulation given to his needy cock. He remained quiet, observing as sneakily as he could the young Siberian tiger cat, muffing his own moans, trying his best too look asleep; but Reggie seemed too busy, too focused on his member to notice him. 
Many questions flooding his head, when did Reggie get in the room? Didn't he lock the door before going to sleep? Why was the young cat doing this? And more importantly what should he do now? Should he pull away and stop Reggie now or… or let him continue He felt so embarrassed, so weird for being in this situation, yet,  despite all his embarrassment and inhibitions he had to admit he was enjoying it a lot, his whole frame shivering and tensing in pure delight, pleasure like a fire ragging inside  of him. He had never felt the touch of another down there, even less a maw, it was so incredibly good, beyond everything he had imagined, so good in fact he had troubles holding back both  his moans and the urge to thrust his cock in that tight wet mouth. He couldn't stop watching anymore, a light blush spreading on his cheeks while Reggie suckled his member so eagerly, going up and down the shaft at a moderate pace, his tongue licking his sensitive spire, his paw massaging his knot, as his other paw held his sack cautiously, cradling his heavy spheres, all of this only adding to the pleasure, jolts of raw delight surging from his cock with each throb, spreading all over him, the pressure building up rapidly on his cock.
Screwing his eyes shut he leaned back on his pillow, his head spinning from the sheer pleasure washing over him, his back arching ever so slightly, pressing his member in Reggie's mouth, rubbing it against his tongue, low moans escaping the fox's mouth, his paws gripping the bed, his cock throbbing, pleasure flooding him, pressure rising in his shaft, warning him of an incoming orgasm. Thinking was getting more and more difficult, lust clouding his brain, his resistance faltering as his member engorged a bit more, bloating with pent-up seed ready to burst out.
At that exact moment, as lust had overtaken his mind, has his whole being had abandoned itself to the burning pleasure surging within him, an old, long forgotten thought resurfaced from seemingly nowhere, a memory he had buried under layers of other to the point he had almost forgotten the very existence of the event it was linked to. His blush deepened as, through the pleasure storming within his head the image became more precise, bringing a wave of embarrassment. He remembered it now, it wasn't the first time he found himself in a similar position, however the last time it happened was years ago and back then he was the one on the other end of the cock. 
Despite his growing embarrassment a broad smile grew on his face, the old memory making his lust skyrocket, his balls tightening, ready to release,  his shaft bloating under the incoming climax. His eyes snapped open, a loud moan bursting from his mouth, his back arching, his cock throbbing, his knot swelling to  full mast, as he could feel the first spurt of cum fire through his cock, pleasure reaching far beyond what he had experienced before, his eyes rolling back, his brain blanking out as he cried out in raw pleasure.
Reggie shuddered, feeling the cock throb harder, twitching and swelling quickly, announcing that something was about to happen. Quickly he let go of the arctic fox's sack, grabbing his own achingly hard and needy cock, stroking it frenetically, his own climax near, his tiny barbs flaring as thicker, whiter pre leaked out. Suddenly, the cock in his mouth shook violently, a warm, thick gooey substance gushing from the bloated tip, splattering in the back of his mouth, a strong, potent flavor flooding his senses has he gulped down, the sticky substance trickling down his throat. A deep blush crept over his white face, the thought only striking him now, Rasta was cumming, he was cumming for him, thanks to him, giving him everything he had stored in those large testicles
He didn't have time to think about it though, a second spurt of thick, virile fox cum burst in his gaping mouth, filling it to the brim with hot gooey seed, the excess dripping out on the thick white fur. Huffing in surprise he tried to swallow but more cum kept coming out of the thick shaft jumping furiously in his mouth, more seed constantly pumping out of it, so much he couldn't possibly keep up. Almost chocking on the thick cum he was fed with he tried pulling out. Immediately, coming from nowhere something latched around his head and, as only the tip remained in his mouth, shoved his face all the way down the shaft, pressing his muzzle to the large knot, the tip of the fleshy spire poking at his throat. 
Letting out a muffed surprised yelp he looked up, his cheeks immediately burning harder with sheer embarrassment and confusion, as cum flooded his mouth, cascading out around the large shaft, staining Rasta's white fur with more pearly white.
There, right above him stood Rasta, head raised high, mouth gaping, tongue lolling on the side of his lower jaw, a gleeful expression plastered across his face, the fox's hands firmly clutched around his head, holding him in place, more and more seed erupting from his cock, as if it would never end. 
Reggie couldn't stop from trembling, somewhere between embarrassment and delight, loving the sensation of hot cum flowing in his mouth, enjoying more than he had imagined, not caring that most of it poured out of his mouth.
Time went by, long and delightful minutes, time dissolving in the sheer pleasure they shared, the universe reduced to just the both of them, throbbing cocks and flows of hot cum, pleasure flooding their veins, more and more seed pouring out of Rasta's cock, cascading out of his mouth and down his throat, quenching both his hunger and curiosity, low moan, deep growls and heavy panting filling the quiet room, a heavy scent of must and seed floating in the air, both males shuddering and trembling in pure bliss, their minds and body floating in an heaven of pleasure.
Slowly, deliciously slowly the torrent of seed turned into a mere trickle, Rasta's throbbing meat softening and shrinking in his mouth, his tongue eagerly lapping the hot flesh, cleaning it of all the semen sticking to it. In mere seconds Rasta's member had retreated in his sheath, the fox's grasp around his head slowly disappearing, allowing Reggie to get up, only noticing now the feeling of wetness and warmth around his paw. He didn't have to look down to know what had happened, the scent of his own cum waffling at his nose as he quickly pulled his sticky paw away from his shirking shaft, blushing profusely, trembling as he fully realized that he had done: he had touched, he had pawed, he had licked and sucked his friend's cock and above all had drank his cum and loved it all so much.
Rasta fell back on his pillow, panting raggedly, heart drumming in his chest, his whole frame shaking uncontrollably in a mix of pleasure and utter disbelief, it was so hard to believe that it had happened yet his body was telling him otherwise, and the worst to him was that he had enjoyed it, more than he should have; the tight muzzle around his shaft, suckling eagerly, the wet tongue lapping over his sensitive flesh had been too much to resist. His face was so red he wondered if his fur hadn't just changed color.
Suddenly he sprang back up to his elbows, nervously looking down, his face wearing a crimson red hue, his heart missing a beat as his gaze fell on the mess they had made, his fur was all sticky and smelling of spilled cum. Reggie wasn't in a better state, as naked as he was, streaks of still fresh cum running down his face, some more covering his belly and chest, the smell of his own juvenile seen mixing with ease, not helping with his growing embarrassment.
They both looked away, too embarrassed to look at each other, their blush only deepening by the second as an awkward silence fell in the room, Rasta's hand feverishly probing around for something to cover himself although it was useless. "A-a-a-are… are you… a-al-alright?" stammered Rasta after some time, not daring to look in Reggie's direction. "Y…yes… I-I'm fine…" mumbled Reggie, "look… I…I… I'm sorry… I… I shouldn't…". "No… no I… its ok I'm sorry… I… I shouldn't… you know…" muttered Rasta, his cheeks getting redder with each word slipping from his mouth. "No… it's… ok…" stammered Reggie, head bowed down "It's my fault… I shouldn't have done that in the first place…" "No… It's… it's fine… I… I don't mind, I… I … I just… should have warned you… or… shouldn't have held you like this…" let out Rasta, shocked by his own words, but he had to face the fact he had loved it all so much, "I… I hope I didn't… hurt you or anything." "No…  I'm… I'm fine." "You sure?" .Yeah… don't worry… that's what I get for being too curious." chuckled Reggie shamefully. "No… it's fine… I mean I understand… I… I got… a bit overwhelmed…" whispered Rasta, scratching the back of his head, his cheeks burning from embarrassment, adopting a bright shade of red. "Well… it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't done… that…", "Maybe but… I shouldn't have done this, should have warned you… or pushed you away… I don't know."
"Wait you were awake all along!?" shouted Reggie, staring in awe at his friend. "Well… not all along… I… I woke up when you started… you know…" murmured Rasta, gesturing with his paws. "Fuck… I hoped I could do that unnoticed…", "Well… guess you need work on your stealth skill." chuckled Rasta, trying to lighten the atmosphere. "I'm… not sure it's such a good idea… I shouldn't even have tried that in the first place." "No, it's… it's ok… well… kinda ok but… I mean it's ok to be curious about this kind of things." "Really?" "Well… yeah but… you could have just asked me you know…" stammered Rasta in disbelief, bugged by his own words. "Would you have accepted?" squeaked Reggie, as red as a tomato, avoiding direct eye-contact,  shame and guilt clearly visible on his face. "Well… I… I don't know…it… it would have been… less awkward." "You sure about that?" snickered Reggie. "Maybe not." admitted Rasta, looking down embarrassedly.
Reggie nodded quietly, a deep, heavy silence falling on the room, the two boys sitting on the bed quietly, not knowing what to do, looking everywhere except at each other, a potent scent floating in the air as wet white traces could be seen everywhere on both them and the bed. "Reggie…" called Rasta after a while, "it… it felt really good… you were really good at it." he muttered under his breath, already cursing himself for having said that. "R-really? You enjoyed?" "Well… yeah I did… otherwise I… wouldn't have done that." "You mean cumming?" interrupted Reggie, taking the fox by complete surprise. "How? How do you know that…" enquired Rasta, astonished that his little friend knew so much already. "Well… I" mumbled Reggie, dipping his head down, a crimson blush creeping over his face "I looked at some videos with my friends and…" "And here I thought you were going at their place to play game." sighed Rasta "and I bet you wanted to try it for yourself." "Yes…" let out Reggie in a barely audible whimper. "And… was it like what you expected?" This time Reggie only nodded, staring down shamefully. "Hey it's ok… I… I enjoyed it to…" he let out, his face heating up like  "but ask  first next time ok." "Wait? You wanna do that again?" "Well… it's… just an advice." stammered the arctic fox, only realizing now the meaning of his words. "Sure…" mumbled Reggie to himself, his heart pounding in his chest, his blush only deepening at the mere thought of Rasta's cock, his curiosity, nowhere near satisfied burning with a renewed vigor, an all-consuming urge to discover more about that meaty pole and what could be done with it. 
"Hey Reggie" called Rasta after a long embarrassing silence, trying to distract himself, his gaze wandering around the bed, "have you seen Kylief?" "Hmmm… yes he was on the b…" retorted Reggie, surprised by the question, his eyes widening in surprise when he realized the small dragon was nowhere to be seen on the blankets "what the… I swear he was there when I…" mumbled Reggie, stopping mid sentence, his face turning a brighter shade of red. "It's… it's ok, he must have hid somewhere." "What do you mean?" enquired Reggie, intrigued. "Well, believe me or not but yesterday he somehow found a way to the shelf over my desk." "Hold on, he learned to fly?" gasped Reggie, staring at Rasta for the first time, shock reading on his traits. "That or he is a really good climber." snorted Rasta, recalling his surprise when he had discovered Kylief observing him from his perch. His gaze wandered around the room, looking for all possible place where the dragon could have hid  himself until his all of a sudden his eyes widened, bulging out of their socket, his heart missing a beat, horror like an ice cold wave washing over him. "Hey, Rasta!" called the young cat, noticing his friend's distress, his face, paler than it's usual white, his jaws gaping on a silent word that wouldn't come out, the horrified look in his eyes, his body frozen as if he had just been petrified "is something wrong?" "R-r-reggie… please… please tell me you had closed the door when you came in…" begged Rasta, grabbing Reggie's hand with unexpected strength, almost squashing it. "Argh…" whined Reggie "of course I did… I'm not stupid." "You're sure?" "Of course I am!" yelped Reggie "I'm not stupid." "You locked it?" "Yes I did… or… at least I think I did…" mumbled Reggie, following Rasta's eyes, falling on the wide open door offering a clear view of the corridor. "Fuck…" mumbled Reggie.
Without loosing a second Rasta kicked the blankets away, jumping from the bed, his heart pounding in his chest, his panicked brain only thinking about finding the little dragon before somebody else did. "Rasta wait!" squeaked Reggie, pulling Rasta back as hard as he could, the arctic fox staggering, almost loosing his balance. "What?" he growled in annoyance, yanking his hand out of Reggie's grasp. "We don't have time; if the caretaker finds Kylief we're screwed." "I know!" almost yelled Reggie, jumping from the bed as wall, "but… shouldn't we get dressed at least? I… I mean… two naked guys running around would get us into trouble to…"
Rasta froze, staring at his friend's in all his nakedness, his brain only now registering the sensation of cold against his fur, the question of where Reggie's clothes had gone to strikIng him just now. "G-good point…" he mumbled, his hands rushing to cover his private parts, his eyes exploring the room, looking for his clothes, finding them piled in a corner of the room.
Reaching down to grab his underwear he could hear Reggie do the same, throwing a sneaky glance at the young cat, his mind so bugged by what had happened. "Hey Reggie… why did you remove your clothes?" "Hmmm? Well… I… you… you were already… naked when I came in so… I thought it was ok… you know." Rasta nodded quietly, pulling his pants out of the pile of clothes. In a few minutes they were ready, sneaking as quietly out of the room, taking cautious glances in the corridor, listening for every little sound, looking for every clue that could tell them where Kylief had gone. Fortunately the house was still quiet, everyone seemingly sleeping, enjoying the warmth of their bed a bit longer, the only sound that could be heard was the old house creaking and the wind blowing outside. All doors were closed yet a ray of light could be seen filtering under a few of them, sending a chill of panic down Rasta's spine; it wouldn't be long before the others would get up. "What do we do?" enquired Reggie in a low, barely audible whisper.  "He can't have gone too far…" mumbled Rasta thoughtfully, observing the long corridor "let's check  the bathrooms then… then we'll go downstairs if we don't find him." he added, apprehending that possibility, praying he'd find the little dragon before that.
Carefully, quietly they made their way through the corridor, trying to make as little noise as possible, freezing at the slightest creaking of the floor under their paws. Sadly the bathrooms were empty, desperately empty, not a single trace of Kylief there, leaving them with only one dreading possibility. "You… you think he went down?" squeaked Reggie, nervously peaking over the railing. "Where else could he be?  I just hope the caretaker is still sleeping." "Seems like it at least" let out Reggie, ears perked, trying to pick up any sign of the caretaker's whereabouts. "Come on, the sooner we find better…" sighed Rasta, cautiously descending the first step.
One foot after the other they descended, the old wooden steps cracking loudly beneath their paws, their hearts leaping in their chest at every unusual noise, luckily nobody seemed to notice them. The ground floor was quiet as the rest of the house, the door to the caretaker's room closed and locked, all the room looking empty and silent at first glance. "So what do we do?" interrogated Reggie, trembling slightly, looking anxious. "You take the living room, I'll check the dinning room and kitchen, like that we'll surely spot him." ordered Rasta, heading toward the dining room. The room was quiet, the curtains letting only a dim light flow in, everything was where it should have been, not a sign of the dragon could be seen. Nevertheless he walked around the table, scrutinizing the shadow, peaking under the table or in the few furniture's around the room, finding no evidence of '¤he dragon's presence. "Damn… where can he be…" he grumbled under his breath.
At that exact moment a sound, a barely audible noise reached his ears, apparently coming from the kitchen. He froze, his heart pounding in his chest, his whole body tensing, a cold shiver running down his spine as slowly, inch by inch he turned his gaze toward the opened door leading to the kitchen, by that point expecting to find himself face to face with an angry caretaker. But, to his own dismay there was nothing, just the dark, quiet and empty room. Curious he came closer, peaking inside the dark room, looking for the source of the noise, his eyes having adapted to the obscurity sending him the image of yet another empty room, dishes piled next to the sink, the old fridge rumbling in it's corner, and, on a small table several things waiting there. He knew it was where the caretaker left some of the stuff for the breakfast, including fresh bred and a basket full of fruits, strangely the sound seemed to come from there. Quietly he snuck in the room, a hand prodding around the wall in search of the light switch, the sound he had heard coming back, like a little clicking noise. After some fumbling his fingers found the switch; a yellowish light flooding the room, forcing him to cover his eyes. As he blinked his eyes he could hear a familiar squeaking noise, a little, high-pitched sound that brought unimaginable relief to him, his whole body relaxing, the panic that had overtaken him slowly melting away when his eyes fell on Kylief, shortly followed by a muffed giggle. "Hey Rasta, you've found something?" enquired Reggie, peaking in the dining room, cocking his head to the side and raising a quizzical eyebrow when he noticed Rasta standing in the kitchen, covering his mouth with a hand waving at him to come closer. 
"Look at what I've found." he sniggered, pointing at something the kitchen. Following Rasta's finger he couldn't hold a burst of laughter as he saw it to, in the middle of a small wooden table, in the middle of a mess of flipped bowls and fruits stood a small deep green colored form, it's paws holding a quite large-sized red apple of which a chunk was missing, the dragon looking at them with his cheeks bulging from a mouthful of apparently tasty apple, staring at them with the cutest of expression possible, as if saying "I didn't do anything I swear". The two of them couldn't but laugh at the scene, relief washing over them, feeling so good after all the stress they had experienced. "Guest the little guy was hungry after all" puffed Rasta, laughing so much it was starting to hurt. "I wish I could take a picture, he look so cute with his apple…" mumbled Reggie, giggling madly behind his paws. "At least now I'll know he likes fruits to…" sighed Rasta after some time, leaning against the doorframe, trying to calm down "come on, let's clean that and bring him back to my room before the other come down." "Don't forget to grab some apples." replied Reggie, bending down to grab one that had rolled onto the tile. Rasta nodded approvingly, pulling the smalll dragon and half-eaten apple from the table, picking one or two other for later and, followed by Reggie walked back to his room on tiptoes, Kylief letting out little squeak of protest until Rasta  gave him back his meal. Once in the room, behind a closed and locked door they sat down, relieved, staring at each other quietly, not knowing what to say, Kylief curled up in Rasta's arms, chewing happily at his prize, his tail rhythmically slapping the bed. 
Minutes went by slowly, a deep, thick silence, Rasta quietly fondling the small dragon's back, a wry smile floating on his lips, lost in his thoughts, wondering how the dragon had snuck out of the room, had he opened the door all by himself? He could recall what happened just a day ago, doubt seeping in his mind. Did Reggie say the truth? Had a small, a few days old dragon managed to open a door? With everything he had seen in the span of a day it didn't sound as impossible as it used to. "Well, you see, I told you I found him in the corridor yesterday." sighed Reggie, falling back on the bed, as if he had read Rasta's mind. "I trust you now…" let out the arctic fox, "we'll have to make sure to lock the door at all time now." mumbled Rasta thoughtfully.
After some time they could hear footsteps in the corridor, warning them that all the others were heading down for breakfast. After putting on their clothes they left the room, looking the door behind him, Kylief too busy with his meal to notice their departure. The breakfast was quiet, everyone chatting or listening to the TV that was playing a kid show in the background, nobody, not even the caretaker noticing the few missing apples.
After a quick shower to wash away all the cum sticking to his fur he was sitting on his bed, Kylief having finished his breakfast long before his return, now resting belly up on the blanket, purring deeply, Rasta slowly rubbing the little dragon's scales, earning low delighted purrs. However the couldn't help but wonder what to do now, with how clever Kylief looked it would be hard to hide him, harder than he had thought. How would he handle him when he was at school? How could he avoid the caretaker to notice the dragon's presence in the house? So many unanswered questions and even more coming to his mind, assaulting him from every side. "What am I gonna do with you…" he sighed tiredly, looking down at Kylief, the dragon stariog at him with his sparkling green eyes full of joy, his paws flailing arund, trying to grab onto his hand playfully. 
At a loss for solution he flopped back on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts wandering away, trying to figure out a way out of this mess, every solution looking even more absurd than the previous; meanwhile a potent scent lingering in the air waffled at his nose, causing him to tense and gulp in surprise, a slight blush covering his cheeks, only making it harder to focus, his groin tingling with arousal.
He had trouble wrapping his head around what had happened with Reggie earlier, it had felt so incredibly good yet it was so embarrassing at the same time. He didn't see it coming; perhaps he should have been more careful around the young cat.  Now, the image of his friend bent over him, mouth wrapped around his member was carved in his head, only further fueling his arousal, and, on top of that it awoke long forgotten memories. The same image from an old time flashed before his eyes again, so clear, so detailed it felt like it had just happened yesterday. He could see it all, the bed, the room around him,  every little detail, even the feelings, the smells, the tastes rushed back to him, a shiver of excitement shaking his whole being. he had already found himself in a  similar situation, however back then, he was the one with his lips wrapped around a  thick pulsing rod, it's potent scent waffling at his nose, feeling it's texture on tongue, gulping the thick  creamy load that came out of the tip. In mere seconds a large tent formed in his boxers, his member throbbing in the tight confined space; next to him Kylief began sniffing the air curiously, probably picking his scent in the air. Turning around to hide his growing arousal Rasta couldn't stop thinking about it, more and more memories pooring out, as if the floodgate to this forgotten part of his mind had been blasted open. He could now see more than just the member, the orange fur, with patches of… of a deep purple. His eyes snapped open, not realizing he had closed them, jumping from the bed at Kylief's surprise, the little dragon chirping in a mix of surprise and panic, brutally awaken from his nap.
"Of course, why didn't I think about him sooner…" pestered Rasta under his breath, fumbling around the room, a wide grin plastered across his face and stars dancing in his eyes. "Damn where did I left it…" he growled annoyingly, looking everywhere,  pushing piles of paper, books and other stuff around to find what he was looking for, opening the wardrobe just to close it after a few seconds later, scrutinizing it's content; all of that under a little dragon's puzzled expression, following the arctic fox around without a clue in the universe of what was going on. 
"I've got it!" he almost shouted when, after a few minutes of running around the room ha had found his prize hidden in his schoolbag, a  Smartphone, not the most recent model but it was more than enough. Coming back to the bed he sat down heavily on the squeaking mattress, so heavily Kylief was lifted from the ground, the dragon finding quite amusing but Rasta didn't care, scrolling down the contact list, They weren't that many of them yet he had trouble finding the number he was looking for. After several minute he finally had it, one name, one number, one person that could get him out of this mess; just looking at this name made his body shiver with happiness, more thoughts and memories coming back to him. When he clicked the name, bringing the phone to his ear he couldn't help but smile, joy flooding his entire being.
"Hello" finally let out a sleepy voice after a few tones. "Who is it?". "Hey Simone, it's me Rasta…" mumbled Rasta nervously. "Hey Rasta!" shouted Simone, all traces of sleep gone from his voice, "how are you little bro?" "I'm fine thank you, and you?" "Little sleepy but it's all good."
Simone was his closest and oldest friend, they had grown up together; so much they had become more than just good friends, almost like two brothers. Simone had taken him under his wing so many years ago, he had barely arrived to the orphanage when the orange cat had come to him, and in mere hours they were the best friend in the world. In fact Simone had become like an older brother to him, a brother protecting him, providing good advices and with whom he had learned everything. Even the phone he was using came from him, a gift he made him when he departed from the orphanage a year ago.
"It's been a while man, how's it been going for you?" "Pretty fine, you know… the usual." "Ahah, I hope you're not causing too much trouble." "Far less than you!" retorted Rasta, a wide toothy grin spreading across his face. Indeed, Simone, despite having been a great brotherly figure and a model for him, he tended to get in trouble all the time, being the rebellious type he hated bending to the rules, at school or in the orphanage and had made it's main hobby to get on the caretaker's nerves; which made them all laugh quite a lot.
Touché…" chuckled the cat on the other end of the line "I miss that time quite a lot; it was so fun watching him loose his temper." "Yeah it was so hilarious to see you get your butt kicked." "That never happened!" growled Simone in a fainted anger. "Sure…" sighed Rasta, letting all the good memories of that time flood his head. 
"Anyway, how's everyone going? Are there now faces at the orphanage?" Enquired the cat. Without hesitation Rasta counted him in details what had happened since their last talk approximately a month ago, Simone very keen on staying aware of every little thing happening at the orphanage, from gossip to jokes or just stories. However Rasta made sure to avoid his misadventure with Reggie and the presence of Kylief, keeping that for later. As he described in details everything that happened his friend would burst into laughter, urge him for more juicy details or would underline the situation with his own silly comments. It felt so good, so relieving to just talk and laugh, oblivious to the rest of the world and it's problem.
"I bet the caretaker is still getting on your back for your lone walks in the wood?" let out Simone after a short silence to catch his breath. "Yeah… that wont change I suppose." sighed Rasta, remembering the caretaker's speech the day before. "I can imagine…" snickered Simone "but I bet you didn't call me just to talk about that kind of stuff am I right?" "Yeah… kinda…" admitted Rasta, taken by surprise. "What is it? I hope you didn't get yourself in trouble." "Well… maybe a little…" "Why am I not surprised?" "Says who?" retorted Rasta. "Touché, anyway what did you get yourself into this time?"
Rasta kept quiet, his gaze going down to the little green dragon staring at him,  his eyes shimmering in utter curiosity, scrutinizing the phone, probably wondering why he was talking to that little plastic box or where the other voice came from, the look on his face only making Rasta melt, finding the dragon even cuter than usual. Sitting on the bed next to the little adorable thing, giving it's head a long rub he lat out "Well… yesterday I… I was walking in the forest when I heard something in the distance…" "What was it?" "Well… it was like an animal calling, but… I had never heard that kind of sound, so… I went to check." "And what did you find?" "I… I ^found a little dragon, all alone in a clearing." "What did you do then?" "Well I… I brought him back…. the poor guy was alone, all shivering and cold… he wouldn't have passed the night if I had left him there." Only silence answered his words. "I… I mean what else could I do? I couldn't just leave him out there to die…" squeaked Rasta, his last words breaking into a whimper. The silence only deepened, not a sound coming from the other end of the line, not even a breath.
"Is he still around?" "Well yes Kylief is right next to me…" "Hold on a sec you named him?" "Well… yeah…". A heavy silence fell, the room becoming seemingly colder all of a sudden, Rasta's throat tightening in apprehension. "S-s-simone? You… you're still there?" he stammered, his voice filled with worry.
"That's the funniest thing I've ever heard!" suddenly exploded Simone, in a loud burst of laughter, sr loud the mic crackled forcing Rasta to pull the phone away, Kylief jumping on his paws, warbling in happiness, tail wagging behind him, wanting to be a part of the fun. "Oh man… an orphan that adopted another that's the joke of the century!" shouted Simone "I can almost see the look on the caretaker's face when he finds that out!" "Well… that's what I'm trying to avoid here." huffed Rasta desperately. Only the loud laughter of his friend answered him, managing to put a smile on his face, visualizing the happy, smiling and face of his friend laughing to tears, "oh boy I'd give anything to see the look on his face if he learned that''… oh boy… that would be the funniest thing in the world." burst Simone, his voice sounding farther than before, as if he had dropped his phone. "Dude you're not gonna tell him aren't you?" gasped Rasta, panicked, yet, however dreadful the possibility was he couldn't hold the growing smile on his lips,  his mind going wild, drawing an absurd picture of the caretaker's face, a mix of shock,  anger and surprise that could only be laughed on. "Oh man… I haven't laughed like that in a while, damn it feels good." panted Simone, out of breath. "Yeah…" admitted Rasta despite his concerns. "And don't worry about your little protégé, I'm not gonna tell anyone, I'm not that kind of guy you know." "Yeah… I know sorry… I'm just very nervous." "You bet you are" chuckled Simone "I can feel that from here, chill out for a sec man." "Easy for you to say" grunted Rasta, looking aat Kylief, the little dragon very intrigued by the phone, trying his hardest to reach it. "Anyway, judging by what you said I suppose it's more complicated than you imagined." "Indeed… I already almost got busted a few times already…" "How so?" enquired Simone. "Well… there's Reggie…" "I wouldn't worry too much about him, the little guy knows how to hold his tongue." "Yeah I know and I trust him to keep it a secret but… that's not the worst." "Oh really?" "Well…" mumbled Rasta, scratching Kylief's head, "the little guy already knows how to fly and how to open doors, we even found him in the kitchen this morning, and also there's school tomorrow and…"
"I see," interrupted Simone "what did you expect man, that you could keep him?" sighed Simone thoughtfully. "Well… maybe…" mumbled Rasta, but… it's proving much more difficult than I imagined, I don't know how long it will  take the caretaker to figure out what's going on."  "Probably a day or two by the looks of it." "I guess you're right… but what can I do? I'm not gonna abandon him somewhere to die… I'm not that kind of person; beside I think he'd be smart enough to find his way home." "Yeah, that's the problem with dragons, they're much cleverer than you imagine." giggled Simone" "I had noticed." retorted Rasta, patting Kylief on the head, the little dragon purring in delight, rubbing his snout against the fox's palm.
"Hmmm… I might have a solution…" let out Simone after a long, heavy, deep, suffocating silence, a silence that felt like an eternity to Rasta even though it must have only been a few minutes. "Oh really?" exclaimed the arctic fox, hope glinting in his eyes, his heart leaping in his chest. "You remember that time where I left the orphanage for a week?" "You mean that time everyone got so worried they called the police." Chuckled Rasta, "I remember the panic at the orphanage, cops everywhere questioning everyone." "Too bad I missed that" "I'm still surprised they didn't find you, they scoured the forest, they even had a helicopter." "Two to be precise." "I still wonder where you hid for so long, I'm not even sure you were in the forest." "Oh but I was." chuckled Simone with a hint of mystery in his voice "and I'm gonna tell you exactly how I managed to stay hidden." "Oh really? Wow tat's so cool, everyone here wanted to know how you pulled that off for so long" exclaimed Rasta, suspended to his phone, his heart beating faster, but deep inside him a part of his brain was wondering what was the point of it. "But… I don't see how that's goona help me." "Just shut your mouth for a sec and listen would ya." huffed Simone, going silent for a long minute, except for a discreat gulping noise. Rasta waited quietly, Kylief using the opportunity to jump on the fox's legs and curl in a tight ball. "You see there's an old treehouse in the woods, from outside it doesn't look like much, the kind of things some kids would build for fun you see, but it's quite roomy inside, I think it should be more than enough for your  little friend."
"Wait, a tree house?! That's it?" gasped Rasta in utter shock, "you just hid in a treehouse for a week." "Yep…" "Damn the cops are dumber than I thought…" giggled Rasta. "Nah, it's just really hard to find when you don't know where it is or what to look for, that's why I never told anyone, it was, kind of my secret hideout you see, and like I said from outside it looks abandoned." "And… you think it will be good for Kylief?" "Better than to stay at the orphanage and risk getting spotted by the caretaker." "But… isn't it gonna be too cold?" "Don't worry about it, I left some blankets there." "Err… they mustn't be in a good state." "You'd be surprised, I still go there from time to time when I need some alone time.".
Rasta nodded thoughtfully, looking down at the tightly curled dragon, pondering his options while Kylief sneakily glanced at him, scrutinizing him with his amber eyes. "So, interested?" "Yes… I suppose, I… just feel bad about leaving him there all alone…" "Don't worry little bro, you'll still be able to visit him after school, and I'll go check on him to." "Oh really? You… you'd do that?" "Of course! Did I ever let you down before?" "No but…" mumbled Rasta embarrassedly "There's no but, beside I'll be able to see Kylief with my own eyes, and I also have to fix some stuff in the treehouse." "Thanks a lot Simone,." "It's nothing little bro. Now listen closely, I know you've explored the forest a lot but the treehouse is hard to find."
A few minutes later Rasta dropped his phone on the nightstand, lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, the small dragon lying on his belly, purring deeply, rubbing his soft snout against the fox's soft fur, his claws tickling him slightly, causing Rasta to squirm uncontrollably, slowly fondling the dragon's back, his thoughts drifting away to all those old memories with his friend, or rather his big brother, a big goofy grin floating on his lips until a silly thought struck him; Simone was a tabby cat with orange fur but with patches of another color, colors that he would change every week. The last time they had seen each other his fur was an electric blue and, on a more recent photo he had seen his fur was lemon yellow. "Wonder what color he'll be this time…" giggled Rasta, his brain already going wild.

……… 

Clouds had gathered in the sky, obscuring the sun, blanketing the city in a grey shroud, a cold wind blowing outside when Rasta left his room, wrapped in a large, too large coat, making him look like he had taken several kilos in a few hours, holding a small bag in his hand. The house was rather busy, it was Sunday afternoon after all, everyone was chilling, having fun, shouts could be heard in half of the rooms, se/e of the younger ones were running around the  corridor, others were playing and in the background the sound of the TV could be heard, as well as some music coming from behind one of the few closed door. Nobody paid him much attention as he made his way in the corridor, down the stairs. Peaking inside the living room he spotted two boys and a girl sprawled on the sofas, watching an old movie. Quietly he got closer to the door, putting his hand on the handle when a voice, a too familiar voice rose from behind him. "Rasta, could you come here please".
His hand froze on the handle, his heart skipping a beat, fear cripping over him like an ice cold wave, his brain going nuts in utter panic, trying to find a way out of this situation. He didn't have to look to know who was standing behind him but still he slowly turned around, keeping his hand firmly latched around the handle, finding himself face to face with the caretaker, the man wearing a severe expression on his face, his arms crossed over his chest, showing his obvious disapproval, drad immediately wrapping around the scared arctic fox, his face getting paler although it wasn't visible under his already snow white fur. "Y… yes sir…" he managed to let out, petrified.*Could you come closer please I've got to talk to you…* grumbled the man, waving at the dining room. Rasta nodded, slowly letting go of the handle, step by step walking toward the caretaker, his heart pounding hard and fast in his chest, his throat feeling dry like a desert, the caretaker's gaze stuck on him, not letting go of him, it felt like his very soul was being scanned by those sharp eyes. Without a word he entered in the living room, the caretaker following him, blocking the only exit with his large frame. Rasta gulped down, feeling trapped, cornered, fear and panic rushing in his veins, his eyes looking everywhere, trying to find another way out.
"I know what's happening with you…" let out the caretaker in a cold, severe tone devoid of all emotions, taking a step forward in the room,, but still blocking the entrance. Rasta gulped down past the lump forming in his throat, all the alarm signs going off in his head, dread wrapping him in its freezing cold embrace, his whole body trembling in sheer fear. He knew, the caretaker knew it all… how had he figured everything out? How, how could he possibly know? Had someone told him? Or had he been observing him the whole time? But there was no time to answer all these questions, he had to flee, to escape by any mean, even if he had to ram himself in the window, he couldn't let the caretaker take Kylief. Yet his body refused to move, petrified by fear, his legs feeling as if they weighted a tone, his feet glued to the ground. "What sir?" he only managed to whimper, his breathing short and irregular.
"Don't play the fool with me, you know exactly what I'm talking about" grunted the man, taking another step toward him, his eyes, like two blazing fires planted into him, seeing right through him. His legs wobbled below him, barely holding him up, forcing him to grab onto something to not just fall down, Kylief squirming under his coat, sensing the incoming danger. "Sir I dont know what you're talking about…" stammered Rasta, his heart thumping madly in his chest, so hard and so loud it felt like it would burst out of his chest at any moment. "Oh really? Are you sure?" retorted the caretaker, stopping a foot away from him, "Don't take me for an idiot, I know what's been going on with you and Reggie."
Rasta's mind blanked, his heart stopping for a split second, a wave of relief washing all his worries away, his fear vanishing in an instant as a deep blush crept over his face. "Oh… err… that… well… I… I… I can… I can explain…" he sputtered, still trembling from head to toes, still shaken by all the panic that had rushed through him, the  fear of his secret having been discovered. Well, in a way it's what had happened but it wasn't as bad as he had imagined, however it was still very embarrassing, how could he get out of it?
To his dismay the face of the caretaker grew warmer as his lips curled into a smile, such a rare sight for him, his eyes sparkling with malice as he stared at Rasta's dumbfounded face. "How…?" mumbled Rasta, puzzled. "How did I figure it out?" chuckled the caretaker "It was fairly easy." Rasta raised a curious eyebrow. "I've been doing this job for over fifteen years now Rasta, I've learned to see this kind of  things" he explained, "beside it's not the first time it happens:". Rasta's blush Only deepened at his words, realizing the caretaker was aware of what had happened between him and Simone.
"You're helping the little guy discover himself aren't you?" interrogated the caretaker, pulling him out of his thoughts. He only nodded quietly, looking down in embarrassment. "Don't be ashamed of that, I'm actually glad he came to you for that kind of thing; you've always been a model for him and I know you'll teach him anything perfectly." complimented the caretaker. Rasta felt weird, it was quite rare to receive a compliment from the caretaker but every time it had happened it was deserved, yes knowing that the man trusted him to teach this kind of things to Reggie had him both blushing and aroused more than he'd admit, the memories he had tried so hard to suppress surging back in his head. "I'll…I'll do my best Sir…" he mumbled, still a bit confused. "I know you will." retorted the caretaker, "anyway… are you going outside?" he asked, scrutinizing Rasta again. "Y…yes… I… I… wanted to go… hike in the forest…. stammered Rasta, nervous like when he had entered the room. 
The Caretaker went quiet, apparently pondering his words, scanning him with that piercing gaze of his. "Well… since it seems that you finally took my advice seriously…" he grumbled, pointing at the thick coat Rasta was wearing, "you can go… just be careful, I've heard they're announcing heavy snowfall for this evening." "Thank you sir." almost exclaimed Rasta in sheer relief. It took him all his self-control to not just run out of the room, and instead he just walked, as slowly and casually as he could under the watchful eye of the caretaker. When he came out in the hall he could see a few pairs of eyes peaking from over the couch in the living room, all of them having lost interest in the movie. He threw them a reassuring smile before making his way to the door. The instant he opened it a violent gust of wind washed over his face, a few snowflakes landing on his nose. Readjusting himself he quickly went out and closed the door, letting out a deep relieved sigh when he was finally alone.
Without wasting a second he walked toward the gate, his paws sinking deep in the snow with each step. Once on the sidewalk he was surprised to fine the streets quite busy, kids running around the streets tossing snowballs at each other's, some others going down alleyways on improvised sled. Carefully he made his way through the street, trying not to catch the attention of the playing kids, dodging a few snowballs coming his way before one hit him right in the face. Gazing in the direction of who had thrown it he saw a kid running away,  laughing loudly while, still hidden in his coat Kylief began squirming, trying to see what was happening outside, intrigued by all those new foreign noises, his tail wiggling around, tickling his fur. Reaching down he grabbed some snow, quickly making a ball and throwing it at the running kid, hitting their arm. They immediately spun around and tossed another snowball at him, leaving him just long enough to cover his face. 
In an instant all the kids in the street turned toward them; the next thing he knew was that he was involved in a giant snowball  battle, frozen projectiles flying in all directions, shouts and laughter intertwining in the cold air, making them all forget the frost's bite.
When Rasta left, or rather escaped the street under an avalanche of snowballs he was covered in snow, panting but happy; Kylief letting out a plethora rf chirps and growls, apparently jealous to not be part of the fun. Rasta gently patted his coat, as if he was trying to wipe the snow off of it but instead he was fondling the little dragon through the fabric, earning low purrs and nuzzles from the cute little dragon.
He walked through the neighborhood quietly, finding the path leading to the forest, grimacing when he realized that the heavy snowfalls over the past few days had almost completely erased the path. Yet, without fear he stepped into the quiet forest, knowing the way all too well. The woods were quiet, not a presence to be seen, not a sound to be heard, nothing to disturb the peaceful quiet of the woods he usually loved so much. However this time he felt nervous as he trailed down the narrow rocky path, the wind billowing in the trees with a renewed intensity, loud cracks and winces could be heard from miles the trees and branches bent under the ruthless assaults, the skies darkening more with each passing seconds as the first of many snowflakes fell down from the sky.
Kylief was however growing restless under his coat, kicking and wiggling in all directions, clawing at the rather slick material, loud chirps of protests reaching his ears. With a smile he opened the zipper until a dark green head popped free of his clothes, Kylief looking around curiously, his eyes sparkling with that same insatiable curiosity as he sniffed the cold air of the forest.
Minutes went by as they walked deeper into the woods, Rasta starting to have second thoughts on that whole thing; was it such a good idea? Was there any other way? Would Kylief survive there? Yet deep inside he knew it was the only option they had.
Letting out a deep sigh he looked up, the skies quickly filling up with thick dark clouds, the wind howling in the branches, cold enveloping him like a giant snake wrapping him in hit's freezing coils, the snow suddenly raining down on him; millions of tiny whips slashing across his face. Bowing his head down the arctic fox sped up the pace, focusing entirely on the path ahead of him, the trail vanishing under the thick layer of snow.
Minutes went by, the storm only intensifying around them Kylief crawling back into his shelter while Rasta ran toward their destination, relying entirely on his memories and instincts to not get lost. 
When finally he stopped, panting, heart drumming in his chest, ragged and short breathing forming little white clouds before his face, he was standing under a tall pine tree and, not too far away he could see a big lump of snow protruding from the ground, where a large wooden table used to be. Taking a moment to catch his breath he repeated himself Simone's instructions. "When you've reached the pine tree near the picnic area go left, straight through the forest…", he knew he had reached the first step of his journey, a tall pine  tree that could be seen from miles away, standing at a cross where the trail split in two and went different ways. However the instructions weren't to follow one of those. Glancing around him his eyes fell on what was on his left. Trees, trunks, rocks and branches as far as the eye could see, vanishing in an impenetrable darkness, no trace of a trail could be seen, even less traces of activity. It was easy to guess why Simone had built his treehouse there; that part of the forest was thicker, darker, far less welcoming, even scary. A shiver of apprehension went down his spine as he gulped down, cautiously risking a foot toward that place, daring to step away from the trail. Usually that wouldn't be a problem for him, but today the forest he had grown so used to, of which he knew every place or so he thought, looked terrifying and dangerous. 
Gathering all his courage he engaged himself between the trees, leaving a deep trace in the fresh snow, Kylief letting out a little warble before cuddling him tighter, bringing him a much needed warmth and reassuring presence.
Time felt like freezing as much as he did as he navigated between the trees, enjoying the cover they offered, the snow far less violent and blinding here although the wind was still just as strong and cold, seemingly pushing him back with each step he took.
He didn't know how long it took him until he reached the second step, an old, weirdly sculpted piece of wood standing atop a small hill lost in the middle of nowhere. Simone's instruction echoed in his head, making him feel relieved, knowing he was slowly but surely getting closer. "What did he say already…" he muttered thoughtfully, scanning his surroundings, "Oh yes, when you reach the statue… suppose it's that thing… go westward and head toward the stream."
Obeying the instruction he slid down the hill,  Kylief poking out when he did so,  chirping happily when they reached the bottom, his tail wiggling under Rasta's coat, tickling him, causing both to giggle happily. 
Getting up he entered the forest again, finding, after a few more minutes of walk; a small stream slithering between trees in a narrow rocky bed. Well, to be exact at this time of year it was a large piece of ice cutting the landscape in two. Not taking any risks he used an old toppled tree trunk conveniently placed there to cross. Once on the other side he took a long circular glance around him, losing himself in the contemplation of the dense forest sprawling in front of him, reaching as far as the eye could see. Gulping down he felt for the first time in ages a chill of fear as doubt and apprehension crept over him upon realizing he had never been in that part of the forest despite the fact he had explored every square kilometer of it, or so he thought. 
Slowly he stepped forward, leaving the frozen stream behind, entering the foreign part of the forest, repeating Simone's instructions over and over to make sure he didn't lost himself.
Slowly, carefully he went deeper and further, looking in all directions to try and find any marks but all trees seemed to be the same, making it nearly impossible to know where he could be. Meanwhile, above them the storm groaned and rumbled, the wind blowing with renewed vigor, snow swirling around them, cold seeping below his thick clothes, so much in fact he could feel Kylief shiver, snuggled tight against him.
After a while, he didn't know how long he'd been walking anymore, he stumbled upon a massive oak-tree, almost tripping on one of its roots. He looked up, his jaw dropping in disbelief, it was the tallest and largest tree he had seen so far, towering over the rest with its sheer size, He could almost hear Simone's voice whispering "Y*u should see a big Oak, you can't miss it." "Well… that's hard to miss…" he mumbled to himself in disbelief, letting his gaze wander over the immense tree. It was located in a small, far, secluded clearing, just big enough to house the tree, making it look almost invisible from afar or from above. "No wonder they never found him…" he muttered under his breath, throwing a quick glance over his shoulder at where he came from, his footsteps already being erased by the snow. Indeed, without clear instructions finding this place was almost impossible, even with all the means in the world, it was far enough to not   attract attention and well-hidden enough to not be spotted. Actually even he had troubles finding that so called treehouse, scrutinizing the large and ta;bl tree  without finding anything, beside the massive tree, thick branches  rising up high. 
For long minutes he scrutinized the tree, trying to spot any trace of that so-called treehouse, until he noticed a rather large wooden mass, well hidden in the middle of the tree, entangled in the branches, built around one of the thickest branches. "That must be it… at least I hope." he mumbled, scrutinizing the tree in search of any way up. At his words Kylief's snout poked out from under his coat, throwing quick intrigued glances around him before turning his attention toward him, a quizzical look in his eyes as he let out an interrogative warble.
Rasta grinned, softly caressing the small scaly head, listening to the low, reassuring coos of the little dragon. "So… let's find a way to get you up there" he let out,, "I bet you don't wanna fly up there on your own?". Kylief only let out a low huff, tucking himself comfortably in the warmth of the Arctic Fox's coat and fur. "I take that as a no." chuckled Rasta amusingly, crunching low, wiping away the snow with his bare paws, "he said there was a ladder somewhere… ah there it is!" he exclaimed triumphantly, pulling out a long and narrow wooded ladder from under the thick layer snow. Cautiously he placed it against the tree, finding that it reached the treehouse's doorstep almost perfectly. "That should do it…" he sighed, beginning the slow  ascension on the old, winding and wobbling ladder until his hand finally latched onto the cold wood of the floor. 
Pulling himself up with an audible huff he found himself in a rather spacious room, better than everything he had imagined, big enough for him to stand up.
Grabbing a flashlight he had brought just in case, he let the small white circle of light wander around the room until he noticed, along a wall, something he didn't expect to see: a switch.
Curious he reached out and flipped the switch, not expecting much. To his own surprise he heard a loud buzzing sound, then, after a few seconds, small colorful lights flickered to life, illuminating the room with dozens of bright colors, “What the... light? Electricity? Where the fuck did he find that in the middle of the woods” he mumbled to himself, amazed, letting his gaze wander around the room, noticing Christmas lights scattered all around the room, along with other light bulbs, providing a nice lighting all around, revealing a large wooden pillar in the center, a small wooden table, a pile of covers, pillows and an old mattress in what resembled a makeshift bed; there were even a few shelves here and there, stuffed with books and some other stuff. He was even surprised to find flashlights, batteries and bulbs in case the power went down and, even more surprising he found a small portable heater hidden in a corner, looking perfectly functional. "Damn he really thought of everything" mumbled the arctic fox as he explored the room, opening his coat, feeing the very intrigued dragon who happily began exploring his new environment. 
After a few minutes of sniffing Kylief settled down on the blankets, finding the bed very much to his liking, sprawling out happily on the quite comfy bed as Rasta sat next to him, slowly fondling the soft belly scales of the dragon, watching him squirm and giggle happily in response. "That's actually quite a nice place Simone has" let Out Rasta, leaning back against the wall, his worries slowly melting away with each passing second; there was everything for Kylief, a bed, food, since he had found a bag full of apples and some dried meat with a note next to it saying "I hope it will be enough" and even a ball, in case he wanted to play. Furthermore the treehouse was warmer than he had anticipated, making sure Kylief wouldn't get cold and, although the entrance was located quite high for him it wouldn't be a problem for someone who could fly, and, if they relayed to check on him the dragon would rarely be alone in his new home, a new home he seemed to get acquainted with fairly quickly. "You're gonna be ok here" whispered Rasta softly caressing the inside of Kylief's neck, the dragon letting out an approving warble, his eyes plunged in Rasta's own, shining with the same  intelligence he had seen before, as if he had understand his words but also had figured out what was about to happen.
Time went by in the quiet room, seconds turning into minutes, into hours; time melting into a sweet eternity they shared together while the wind howled outside, the trees cracking and whining as light began to decrease, leaving them in almost complete obscurity, nevertheless none of them seemed to be bothered by it. 
To Rasta's surprise the treehouse seemed to resist without flinching, even staying quite warm in fact. "He really put a lot of effort in his little hideout." Whistled Rasta, amazed by what Simone had managed to do with this place. 
"Well… I guess I'll have to go…" sighed Rasta, his voice full of sorrow, trembling with sadness as he laid eyes on his watch. Immediately Kylief's he poked up, a plethora of protesting squeaks escaping from his maw as he jumped to his paws. "Sorry little guy, they're gonna wonder where I am" Kylief only squeaked, latching onto his leg, holding him as best as he could. "Oooh you're so adorable but I really need to go now; don't want to answer all the caretaker's questions if I'm too late." only another volley of disapproving noise answered him, the little dragon determined to not let go,  planting it's tiny but  sharp claws in his pants. Rasta crouched low, gently caressing the little dragon, delicately pulling him up until they were at eye level, offering him a warm,  reassuring smile. "Hey, don't worry; I'll be back before you know it. Beside, You're gonna meet a good friend of mine tomorrow, I'm sure you two will go along really well" he whispered kindly, pulling the small dragon close for a tight hug, Kylief burying hip head in the fox's chest, letting out a low purr as he held onto Rasta with all his might. 
Slowly, very slowly he could feel Kylief starting to let go, his grip loosening bit by bit as he held him close to his heart, although muffed sobs and sniffs could be heard, tears filling his eyes as he cuddled and cradle the small form, whispering low, reassuring words until finally Kylief let go, looking up with teary eyes at him, begging him with the most adorable, most irresistible of looks to stay. "You're just the cutest…" whispered Rasta, "but I can't stay with  you, but I'll be back before you know it." he aded, gently dropping Kylief on the bed and handing him an apple, a present the little dragon happily accepted, holding the fruit in his maw, tail wagging happily. Grinning amusingly Rasta patted the dragon's head before slowly backing away until he reached the ladder, noticing that the door could actually be somehow closed. After a few seconds he decided to close the door, descend among the wobbling ladder, almost skidding halfway down and hid it below the roots exactly where he had found it. 
Immediately the cold enveloped him, the wind much stronger than when he had left, thick dark clouds obscuring the sky so much it felt almost like night already, snow falling so hard the world around him vanished in a white blur, the fresh tracks he had left not so long ago already disappearing. Throwing a quick glance over his shoulder he couldn't help feeling a sting of worry slither in his head, his heart sinking with guilt, his guts tightening with regrets, he didn't want to leave the small dragon here, all alone by himself, to abandon him, just like the day before when he had found him. But the cold seeping beneath his coat, tickling his fur quickly reminded him that it was way too late to change his mind. After a few seconds of hesitation he turned away, walking back into the forest, following the same path he had taken earlier, finding his way with more ease than he had anticipated, arriving to the main train faster than it took him to go to the treehouse. Shivering in the cold he looked behind him, a part of him urging him to go back, to run through the frozen woods and stay by Kylief's side; however reason held him in place. With a sorrowful sigh he faced away, walking, faster and faster until he was running on the thick snowy ground until he finally emerged from the forest, panting, trembling, covered in snow. Without wasting a second he made his way back to the orphanage, finding the same street where kids were playing before now empty, one of the snowman's head toppled over from the wind, his smile more like an ugly grimace. 
Once close to the door he pulled out his phone, his hands trembling as he turned it on, immediately noticing a message from Simone, or a few to be precise. "Are you there yet? Hello??? You lost yourself?" managing to put a smile on his face. With fingers made numb by the freezing cold he typed as best as he could "Yes, I found it, it's a really nice place you got there. Thanks a lot my friend, I owe you a big one.". Almost instantly his phone vibrated, a new message popping on the screen "It's nothing little bro. Anyway, I'm off tomorrow so I'll probably spend the day with the lil guy so he doesn't feel too lonely, will do some work on the treehouse as well so he'll feel more at home." "Ok, I can't thank you enough for everything." "No need to, now get some rest, I know you need some."
To Rasta's surprise he found himself nodding approvingly to Simone's words, his heart feeling lighter, relief like a warm blanket wrapping over him as he pushed the door, a smile growing on his lips as his thoughts wandered away to the small dragon hidden in its new lair deep within the forest.