Fledgling Developments part 3
Jarzyl and Atlas do things
Mini-series first chapter (chapter 1): https://sofurry.com/s/Rnoz2Yxm
Previous chapter (chapter 2): https://sofurry.com/s/3egJw231
Jarzyl was mildly surprised when they arrived at her house, for it should have been at least a half hour’s walk yet she hadn’t realized how quickly time had passed. Her headache remained at a constant jabbing discomfort, yet the pain was far more ignorable whilst talking with a friend.
Whereas most dragons lived in tall apartment towers built all across the densely populated flying city, Jarzyl lived with her parents in an upscale neighbourhood comprised of individual houses at ground level, near the border of sector one in the Clan Mintaka zone. The dragon fledgling paused next to her front door. “Thanks for walking me back. I guess you’re going to rejoin the training hunt?”
Atlas shuffled his wings in a shrug. “Today’s hunt is surely over already. I can stay and keep you company if you want.”
Jarzyl grinned. “I was hoping you’d say that!” She then tried to shove open the front door, only to find it was locked. “Ooh! Oops. My parents are out. Door’s locked.” Looking sheepish, the fledgling started fishing through her harness pouches looking for her house key. “Where did I keep that thing…? Ah, here we go.” Stepping into her home, Jarzyl beckoned for Atlas.
Atlas followed after her, carefully stepping with his asymmetric gait. He studiously wiped his three paws against the large floor mat placed just inside the entranceway, then he slid his dark goggles up off his eyes—now that he was indoors, the lenses were no longer needed to protect his nocturnal eyes from the sun.
Meanwhile Jarzyl shut the front door behind Atlas, then she scampered to the living room. Placed at the side of the room was a large rectangular glass box, sitting atop a table, just far away enough to be out of direct sunlight from the windows. A pile of gifts baskets, hampers, and present boxes surrounded the glass box as if it were a shrine, but the most valued of treasures what was inside—a pair of large, pale-white ovoids sat in rounded grooves inside the incubator box, while warm, reddish light bathed down on them from heating crystals placed in the lid.
“Hello, number two! Number three!” Jarzyl cheerfully exclaimed, as she trotted over and bent down to peer into the incubator box. In the distant past, it would have been a full-time occupation for someone in the family or clan to broodily sit over eggs and keep them warm, but now technology could easily do that job.
Atlas came over and joined her in peering curiously inside. “Congratulations to your mother. Number three looks just as healthy as number two.”
Jarzyl nodded. “Laid just last week. Uggh, can you imagine—just two weeks ago, that huge thing was inside her? And now it’s squeezed out. What a weird thought. I don’t like that concept. Wouldn’t life be easier if instead of laying eggs, hatchlings just grew from a tiny little seed, like potted plants do?”
“That’s imaginative.” Atlas pondered this concept for a moment. “I think technically that is how it works, except the seed needs to be planted in a very specific kind of pot, where it becomes an egg.”
“Oh. You mean…? So drakka are pots, and that would make drakes the seed--? Or maybe your… is the… Hmm.” Jarzyl thought about this too. “Life is so weird.”
“Agreed.”
Jarzyl gestured at the incubator box’s control panel, where various small lights were illuminated. “You can see the… the heat’s been turned up now. Previously there was only enough heat to keep number two alive, but now there’s enough heat for both eggs to start developing and they should hatch together. Start the clock! The months are counting down. Will it be two brothers, or two sisters, or a mix?”
“Do you have a preference?”
“I don’t think so. Brothers, sisters, or both… No difference to me.” Jarzyl shook her head. “The only thing I’ve thought of is—I hope neither of them turn out to be nocturnals!”
Atlas gave her a judgemental look. Eyes narrowed, head slightly tilted—he was very skilled at giving judgemental looks, and his expression made Jarzyl laugh.
“Hah! Not like that. I don’t have anything against nocturnal dragons.” Rearing up on her hindlegs, Jarzyl plucked the dark goggles off from Atlas’s head, carefully making sure the lenses didn’t bump against his horns. She slipped the goggles over her own head, and the leather bands flattened her frill against her neck. “You know better than anyone else that I treat my nocturnal friends exactly the same way I do my diurnal friends.”
Atlas nodded agreeably. “Yes, you do.”
Jarzyl threw a grin and a playful wink at her friend. “In fact, I have a nocturnal friend who I treat better than I do anyone else…”
Atlas nodded again. “I’ve noticed.”
“I wouldn’t mind if one of my siblings was a nocturnal! But it might be easier if they weren’t? My father was reading this book about caring for young hatchlings—I don’t know why he’s bothering to read up, because he’s obviously done this before—but after he was done I skimmed through the book, and there was this whole section about diurnal parents taking care of a nocturnal child. Cause young nocturnal hatchlings can’t sleep normally, right?”
Atlas gave her another judgemental look. “Nocturnal hatchlings sleep normal for nocturnal hatchlings. They aren’t abnormal. You are making the assumption that it must be normal for a person sleep at night and be awake in the day.”
Jarzyl tried to flick her neck frill expressively, but she couldn’t because she was still wearing Atlas’s dark goggles over her head, flattening down her frill. “But that is how most people operate! It’s daytime and you’re awake right now, even though you’re a nocturnal.”
Atlas pretending to look smug and aloof. “That’s because us nocturnal dragons… we’re simply better. We can sleep whenever we need to, even if it’s the reverse of our natural sleep cycle. Our great sacrifice as the minority, adapting to a world where communities are designed around diurnals first…”
“Yes. Except for young nocturnal hatchlings, who have to sleep during the day and be active at night, which is what I’m worried about.”
Atlas nodded. “I’m just teasing you. You’re completely right. Nocturnal hatchlings don’t get sleep cycle adaptability until year four or five. Until then, someone would have to be awake at night to take care of them.”
Jarzyl sighed. “I do not want to be woken up in the middle of the night by a nocturnal sibling squeaking loudly or playing about in the bedroom next door! Uggh. Imagine if… if one of them is a diurnal, and one is a nocturnal. One of them has to be awake in the day, and the other has to be awake at night. I don’t know how we’d manage! My parents said they don’t want to do clan communal raising and want us to raise the two hatchlings as a family, but it would be so time consuming.”
Atlas reached over and took back his dark goggles off Jarzyl’s head, slipping them into the appropriate storage pouch of his flight harness. “Are you really even worried about that? You’re a diurnal, and your parents are both diurnals. It’s unlikely your siblings would be nocturnals.”
“I looked up my ancestry map! One of my great grandmothers was a nocturnal, so it could happen! The nocturnal trait could skip a few generations, and suddenly one of my siblings might be a nocturnal.” Jarzyl sighed again dramatically, and she winced. “It’s making my headache worse just thinking about it. But I’m not that worried. It’s months away before they’ll hatch, and it’s very unlikely anyway.”
“Your parents will handle it, as will you. Things will work out.”
“Probably. Yesterday my mother had a big light which she put under the eggs, so bright that it glows through the shell. Those two are just… nothing but tiny formless blobs floating inside the egg, with a web of blood vessels going through the egg, nothing but yolk and white. Not tiny dragons. Not yet.” Jarzyl shivered. “I just hope that number two and three both come out healthy, happy little hatchlings. That’s all I want.”
Atlas nodded. “My favourite is still number one!” Then he flipped out his wing and smoothly wrapped it around Jarzyl’s back.
Jarzyl grinned happily, with her neck frill perking up around her head. She leaned against Atlas. “Haha, yes. Hmm. Wait, wait.” She glanced around, then pulled out of his embrace to quickly run down the corridor to check the other rooms of the house—her bedroom was of course empty, as were her parent’s bedroom, the study area, the bathroom, and everywhere else. “Hello? Helloooo? Anyone home?” Still grinning, she returned to Atlas. “Yeah, we’re all alone.” Then she grabbed her friend, pulling him by the straps of his flight harness, and kissed him hungrily. “Mhm.”
“Jarz…” Atlas murmured her name as he returned the kiss, touching his mouth against hers, his tongue even brushing against hers briefly before he pulled back. Jarzyl blinked her eyes open to see the young drake had his familiar, faint smile directed at her. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted to do that, or if you were too sick from your headache and needed to rest.”
Jarzyl shook her head. “I’ll rest later! My headache isn’t that bad. First let’s do something adventurous. I—ooh!” Her voice trailed off as Atlas kissed her again. She pulled him against her, and he wrapped his wing around her back to hold her close. It was almost instinctual, the way their bodies pressed together, and their mouths found each other’s. “Ah…”
Atlas pulled back from the kiss for a second, but then before Jarzyl even had time to open her eyes, his head darted lower with snout brushing against her throat. Warm breath washed against her neck, then Atlas stuck out his tongue and gently licked the scales there.
“Ah-eeeepp!” Jarzyl let out a sound that was half moan, half squeal. “That feels good…” With a shudder, she pulled Atlas’s body tighter against hers in their hug, but then she blinked her eyes open and stared at him with a grin. “Really?” She nodded her head in the direction of the incubation box, right beside them. “Right in front of my siblings?!?”
Atlas let out a bark of laughter, and he grinned right back. “Hah! You started it! But I can stop, if that’s what you want—”
Jarzyl cut him off. “Oh no! Don’t stop. But, uh, we should continue this in my room.” She leaned in close for another brief peck against the side of Atlas’s snout, then she slipped out of his hold and trotted down the corridor. “Come, come. Let’s do something adventurous.”
“Shouldn’t you be resting instead of adventuring if you’ve got a headache?”
“But fun will distract me from the headache. You will distract me from the headache, hehe.” Entering her room, Jarzyl yanked the release straps of her flight harness and shrugged it off. The flight back to the city and all the time she’d spent queuing in the medical centre had been sufficient for her harness’s straps and pouches to dispel most of the dampness from her dip in the river. Nevertheless, she still she used her tail and dragged her harness over to the balcony to leave it in the afternoon sunshine.
Jarzyl went over to her bed and tugged out a boxy device with a long coil of wire extending out—a portable radio transceiver, originally used by a Mintaka merchant airship for fleet communication, now repurposed by the shipmaster’s niece to tune in to city-wide radio broadcasts. The radio’s knobs were familiar to Jarzyl’s touch. With a practiced motion she switched the device on without even looking at it, and lively music softly filled her bedroom.
Atlas was looking around her room, observant as ever. “This feels smaller than before. This wall is at an angle—didn’t it used to be perpendicular?”
Jarzyl nodded. “You noticed! My father spent the last weekend moving the walls. My two new siblings are getting their own room next door, so my room had to be shrunk. I miss the space already. But the angle does make more wind come in from the window, which is cooling. My father planned it out.” Sitting back on her haunches, Jarzyl gestured around with her paws, copying the way her father had used his stone affinity to reshape the house. “It’s so interesting to see stone magic in use. All this stone moves like liquid, as if it were soft as butter. He sculpts the walls into shape.” She sighed softly. “I can’t wait to get my magic.”
Atlas nodded agreeably. “Stone affinity is very practical. Lots of jobs will take a rockshifter. And if you can do metal, that’s even more useful.”
“Hmm. Magic. We’re really growing up.” Jarzyl glanced down at herself, then she noticed a smear of green camouflage paint still discolouring some of the scales on her foreleg. “Uggh, I’m still not fully clean. Give me a minute, I’m going to take a wash.” She headed over to the bathroom attached to her bedroom, stepped into the shower and swiftly shut the glass door behind her, then she spun the knobs and opened the flow of water. Jarzyl quickly turned around to let the spray soak her all over, then she grabbed a washcloth off a hook and began soaping herself up.
The bathroom door was left open, and Atlas came over and stood in the doorframe. Running the soapy washcloth slowly over her front, sliding it smoothly over the scales of her chest then down to her belly, Jarzyl winked at the other fledgling. “Do you need a wash too?” In the past, it would have been a straightforward, practical question to ask of her friend—but now with the status they had with each other, it was slightly suggestive in a way that sent a nervous thrill down Jarzyl’s back.
Atlas completely missed her wink, and the suggestion. “I prefer the natural way instead of soaps.” Sitting back on his haunches, Atlas stuck out his tongue and began licking his scales clean. He started with the back of his forepaw, then moved up his limb, slowly cleaning his scales and skin with careful licks. A tongue bath was gentler and more thorough than soap and water, but much more time-consuming.
Jarzyl held back a laugh. She mentally debated stepping out of the shower to pull Atlas in with her. He never liked getting his scales all soaked wet, but then again, Jarzyl was quite certain she could keep him distracted. They had never done something like that before, but it seemed like an intriguing idea—two wet bodies, sliding against each other, slippery and sensual—kissing, touching, feeling.
Jarzyl imagined Atlas’s tongue running not over his own scales but instead over hers. He was so focused, so gentle, so meticulous with each small lick, lapping over each scale plate and sliding the tip of his tongue between each scale. She shivered despite the warmth of the water spray, and pressed her hindlegs together with her tail flicking from side to side. “Hmm…”
Atlas had begun licking his left wing clean, working on the flight control scales at the leading edge. He glanced up and noticed the ravenous way Jarzyl was staring at him, which made him pause mid-lick with his tongue still out his mouth. “Hm?”
Jarzyl licked her snout hungrily, but she was too embarrassed to explain her thoughts. “Next time,” she muttered to herself.
“Next time what?” Atlas asked.
“Next time instead of the shower, maybe your way with the tongue is better.”
Atlas’s eyes widened slightly. She hadn’t quite said it, but perhaps he’d got the idea. “Oh.” Was he thinking what she was thinking?
“Heh.” With a chuckle, Jarzyl shifted her gaze away from her friend and began rinsing off the soap. Whereas normally she would have done this with much haste, now she moved slowly and let the water slide against her body, while running her paws against her wings, her sides, her front. It was almost like a dance—a simple performance just for one—showing herself off in a way she’d never done before. It was thrilling.
Atlas’s gaze was stuck on her. His wing was flipped open, but he’d stopped licking his scales and was just staring. Now he was undoubtedly thinking what she was thinking.
“All nice and clean.” Jarzyl shook herself all over from nose to tail tip, sending moisture flying off her scales with a rustle, and splattering the shower walls and glass door with water droplets. Then she stepped out and grabbed a towel to dry herself further. Finally she stepped out of the bathroom, sliding past Atlas and casually rubbing her side against him, as if to wipe the last of the water off her scales.
Atlas looked amused.
Jarzyl grinned. “All clean. For now. But what we were talking about before my shower…?”
She expected him to say kissing, and hopefully to kiss her. But Atlas took the question literally. “Oh, we were talking about how your room is smaller now, after your father adjusted the walls to create a new room for your future siblings. And about rockshifter magic.”
Jarzyl’s neck frill perked up. “Magic, yes! Come here, let me show you something!” She went over to her desk and unrolled a large sheet—it was made from many smaller sheets of paper attached together, on which was a detailed, sprawling chart filled with boxes and names, all written out in ink. “Look at this. I made this chart when I was younger, as an art project. Went around during a big family reunion gathering, asking questions and making lots of notes.”
Atlas came over and stood beside her, looking down at the desk. “Wow, your family tree? You’ve never shown this to me before.”
“My ancestry map!” Jarzyl tapped a box in the bottom middle of the chart, which was highlighted. “Here I am.” Her box was connected to two other boxes above it. “Then you see my parents, here and here—Zilarin Mintaka, Galon Mintaka. Then over here there’s my Aunt Mira, Uncle Decarn, and a few years ago I added my two little cousins, Maycor and Demaeter, those little pests. Sidewards we have more aunts and uncles, more cousins. Upwards are my grandparents, great grandparents, all their cousins too... as much as I could gather. I recorded down what annum every person was hatched in, what type of magic they have, what colour are their scales, and what clan they are in. Most everyone is Mintaka, but you see this whole branch here? Cousins of my cousins, all Ikalato instead of Mintaka—but Ikalato is under the Mintaka banner alliance, so they’re close anyway.”
Atlas was quiet for a moment. “If I ever made a chart of my family or clan, it would be a very quick art project. One single box. Just me.”
Jarzyl let out a soft chuckle and offered an optimistic smile to her friend. “You’ll get a clan soon. Once you get you magic, once you finish school, I’m sure you’ll find a clan.” After some thinking she added, “And a family too. One day, maybe someone will add you to their family chart. Someone who thinks you’re worth being family with. One day.”
Atlas smiled faintly back. “That’s a pleasant thought.”
“Life has updrafts and downdrafts, and I enjoy the updrafts more.” Jarzyl gestured at her chart. “I was looking at this family map the other day! Searching for clues, cause magic is partially inherited. I wanted to make a list of which types of affinity I was most likely to have, based on my family lineage.”
“Did you make a conclusion?”
Jarzyl shook her head. “I wasted a whole hour doing calculations, and got an inconclusive result. Then I took another couple of hours and redid my calculations all over again, and got an entirely different inconclusive result. I still have no clue. Look at the variety here—anything might be possible. Magic is half inherited, half random, half chaotic.” Jarzyl carefully folded up her family chart and kept it away in a drawer. “So yeah. Family. Magic. Future. Big thoughts.” She rubbed her cheek, ran her paw back against her neck frill, then glanced at Atlas again. “What were we talking about before all this?”
“I—”
“Ah, yes, I remember. It’s so nice and windy, it’s almost a shame to close the door.” Jarzyl went over and shut her room door. After a brief hesitation, she also turned the locking latch. Then she scampered over to Atlas and the two fledglings kissed again.
It was a simple, instinctual delight, and it easily made Jarzyl forget about her headache. With her mouth against his, she pawed at Atlas’s chest until she found the quick release straps for his harness, and a quick tug made his harness drop away from his body. Without the pouches and straps in the way, she could feel his body against hers, directly, in full contact. Jarzyl’s scales were still slightly damp and cool from her shower, but Atlas felt warm and dry and wonderful.
Somehow they ended up on her bed, with Atlas lying underneath her, their bodies pressed against each other. Had he pulled her back, or had she pushed him down? It didn’t matter. “Mhm.” Jarzyl made a soft, satisfied sigh, and she pulled back from their kissing for a moment. “Cognitive magic, huh? So boring. I don’t really care to be detecting everyone’s emotions. Maybe if I get really good at it, I could read people’s thoughts too?” She rested her head against Atlas’s. “What thoughts fill your mind?”
Atlas grinned. “Can you tell?”
“I don’t know. How does cognitive magic work? I haven’t read much about it, cause I never wanted to have it. All the thoughts I hear seem to be mine not yours. But let me guess.” Jarzyl concentrated, though she wasn’t sure what she supposed to be concentrating on. She squinted at Atlas, his head against hers. “I predict you are thinking about… lunch, and that we should go get something to eat. Either that, or you’re thinking about kissing me again.”
Atlas burst out into more laughter. “Well done. It’s the latter. A clear demonstration of your nascent mind reading powers, or just an obvious guess?”
Jarzyl laughed. “I don’t think it takes mind magic for me to know that.” She rested her paw against Atlas’s cheek, admiring his face, before shifting her grip upwards to rub his horns.
Atlas reciprocated her warm smile right back at her. In public, with others, he always seemed just a little bit awkward or nervous—but now with her alone, he looked comfortable and open. Only she got to see him like this, truly relaxed and happy. “You always enjoy playing with my horns.”
“Haha! Oh yes.” Jarzyl gently tugged on Atlas’s left horn, wobbling his whole head playfully. “Before, without your horns, you were cute. Now you’re still cute, but they make you look… bold. Sharp. Handsome? Mhm. I’m not used to saying that. But I think I like saying it. Handsome Atlas. Mine.” She switched paws, then slid her grip down the length of his right horn, feeling the smooth, conical surface as it extended out from the back of his head. The white of his horns contrasted against the deep black colour of his scales.
Atlas chuckled. “I’ll give you something else to play with…”
“Oh!!” Jarzyl giggled, with her neck frill perking up. For a moment she covered her face, embarrassed, but then she lowered her paws and grinned at her friend. “Oh, would you? Go on, then.” She grabbed Atlas’s waist and shifted her hips, pressing her underbelly right against his. “What else do you have that I can play with??”
They held eye contact for a second, then both fledglings broke out into slightly embarrassed, very amused laughter. “I can’t believe…” Atlas started. “I really have not gotten used to all of this.”
Jarzyl buried her snout against the crook of his neck, resting her chin against his wing’s leading edge, just to avoid his amused gaze. “I know!” She shook her head, but then tilted her head to get her jaws around Atlas’s neck in a loose bite. “Atlas… mine. Mine, mine, mine. I want to eat you.”
Lying underneath her, Atlas moved his left wing, wrapping it around her back and holding her body close against his. Jarzyl enjoyed the warm feeling, but then she paused and shifted in the hug. “That’s nice. Wait. Uh.” Blinking, she grabbed Atlas’s wing and moved it off her back, instead shifting it so that it was covering his own front, going between their bodies. “I’m just going to put this here, ok? We’ve got to be safe!” she insisted.
Atlas let her do it, but he raised an eye ridge. “Safe, how?” His subtly amused expression made Jarzyl laugh with embarrassment again.
“You know what I’m talking about! We all went for those fledgling development skills classes. If you… I wouldn’t…” Jarzyl drew a deep breath and perked her neck frill up. “We’re in a dangerous time, because my heat cycles haven’t started yet, but I’m right at the age where it could happen whenever. And if we… um.” Jarzyl rubbed Atlas’s wing as it covered his body, especially around his underbelly. “If we did anything without this between us, then it’s a risk. You could… and it would… inside me to… I’m not making number four. Or number one point one. Or whatever. You know what I mean!”
Atlas nodded calmly. “I know what you mean.”
“At least until my heat cycle starts, when I can see the time of year and make sure that there’s no risk, we shouldn’t be…” Jarzyl swallowed, “…doing anything… sexual.” The last word came out softly, not something she was used to saying.
Atlas still looked calm but amused. Unlike her, he seemed unembarrassed by the topic. “Sexual.”
“Yes! Because…” Jarzyl shook her head, feeling awkward. “Because that’s what we’ve been doing, isn’t it? We’ve been kissing, and hugging, and… and there was that time when I went to your room where we were… very actively hugging.”
Atlas chuckled. “That time. That was certainly an experience seared into my memory.”
Jarzyl’s neck frill was perked up, all the way up. Her whole body felt warm, like she was tingling with energy and fresh, eager desire. “Yes, me too. I just… Mhmm. We could… if you want…”
They kissed again. Sighing softly, Jarzyl went loose, slumping down against Atlas, feeling the comfortable, solid, warm feeling of his form against hers. She slid sideways, but pulled him along, rolling him until they were both lying side by side on her bed, facing each other.
More kissing. Atlas shifted, moving so that he was on top of her, their bodies pressed together but with his wing still between them. But then he paused, pulling back from the kiss and leaving Jarzyl missing the feel of his mouth against hers. “So just to be clear, you’re saying you don’t want to do anything sexual.”
Jarzyl shook her head, but then nodded, then flicked her neck frill. “We can’t risk making an egg. Ooh, it’s weird to talk about this with you! But not a bad weird. It’s just a new experience that I’m getting used to. And it’s good that we are talking about it.” She thought for a moment, then came to a decision. “So until… until I get my first cycle and then it ends, we can’t be doing that. And by that I mean, uh, uh, sex.”
Lying on top of her, Atlas tilted his head slightly. Jarzyl could see he was thinking. “Alright.”
“Does that make you disappointed?”
Atlas thought more. “This is an interesting reversal! Normally you’re the one who wants to boldly adventure, and I’m the one telling you to play it safe.”
“Boldly adventure… When you put it that way, I do love adventure. Risk makes things fun.” Jarzyl thought about it. She was tempted. Glancing down, her gaze lingered on Atlas’s underbelly, obscured by his wing. “Hmm.”
Atlas hesitated. “I think what you said about eggs and your heat cycle does make sense. But there is room for us to do things that are safe, without completely stopping now.”
Jarzyl nodded. “Oh, agreed. We’re not stopping. I just mean, as long as your intimate bits don’t end up touching my intimate bits, I think we’re good. No sex, but sexual stuff is ok. We can keep going. So… kiss me, please?”
Atlas happily obliged. He kissed her, and it was good. “Ok. Just tell me if you feel uncomfortable and want to stop.”
“I’m very comfortable.” Jarzyl used one paw to pull Atlas’s waist down against hers, with her other paw resting against his sole forelimb as lay on top of her. A soft, rumbly noise came from her throat, a satisfied purr. “Mhhmmrrr…” Atlas’s tongue felt warm and wet as he kissed her, then he peppered her snout with a series of licks, his attention gentle yet intense, alternating between her cheeks.
“Yes. Oh!” Jarzyl gasped softly as the other fledgling then went at her neck, bathing her throat with more of those gentle licks. “Rgghh. That feels good.”
“Interesting,” Atlas noted. “I remember, when we were hatchlings, sometimes I’d lick you clean.”
“Mhm. Teasing me. Saying I was too impatient to lick my own scales clean,” Jarzyl said. “But I actually always enjoyed it.”
“Yes. But I don’t remember your neck being this sensitive.” Atlas put a long, slow lick up the side of Jarzyl’s throat, making her moan softly.
“Ahh, mahnrahhggg. Yes.” With a grin on her face, Jarzyl tried licking Atlas’s neck, but her friend didn’t react in the same way she had. “How about for you? Does it feel good, when I lick your neck?”
Atlas shrugged casually. “It feels nice, but more like a hug than a kiss. Do you know what I mean?”
Jarzyl nodded. “Hugging is reassuring and warm, but a kiss feels hot. So that’s different! When you lick my throat, it feels like a kiss. For me I think it used to be more like a hug, now it feels more like a kiss. It’s tingly, intimate, and makes me feel like…” Jarzyl bucked her hips up against Atlas. “Doing that.”
“Interesting.” Atlas licked her neck again, making her gasp. “Where else can I lick?”
“Ahh. Ooh. Oh, hey…” Jarzyl shuddered as Atlas started licking at her neck frill, as it perked up off around her head. “Yeah, that’s… sensitive. Oh.”
He paused. “Ticklish?”
“Tingly. Pleasurable. Keep going? Ahh…”
The simple, wet feeling of Atlas’s tongue repeatedly running up against the membrane of Jarzyl’s neck frill made her whole body feel warm and charged. Her neck frill perked all the way up, and Jarzyl hugged Atlas close as he pinned her down and kept licking.
It was supremely comfortable to have the weight of her friend’s body pressing down on top of her, all his scales warm and solid as they brushed against hers. Jarzyl melted into a puddle, slumping loosely back against her bed, yet her muscles growing increasingly tense from all the marvellous sensation. She felt alive, like she had most never felt before—the surroundings seemed to fade away, her attention tunnelling because the only thing that matter right now was Atlas.
Jarzyl was breathing heavily, each exhale coming as a soft, needy moan. Atlas kept licking her frill, sending those jolts of hot, tingly pleasure through her body, building, and building, until it was too much. “Ahhh…” Jarzyl shuddered as the sensation hit a peak, and she clutched her four limbs around Atlas, hugging him close. It was a warm and wonderful buzz, flooding her body
“Haaa…” Panting softly, Jarzyl reached upwards and grabbed her friend’s snout, pulling away from licking her frill so she could kiss him again. “Mhm. Hm..”
Atlas kissed her back, more gently than she’d kissed him. Glancing over his shoulder, he chuckled. “Hah. That’s nice.” He shifted his tail, which made Jarzyl realize that at some point during their cuddling, she’d entwined her tail with his.
“Hmmr.” Jarzyl let out a pleased grunt, and she grabbed Atlas and hugged him tight against her again. “I like hugging you so much. And think… I think I like it when you lick my frill.”
“Sensitive?”
“Feels good.” Jarzyl nodded, then she flicked her neck frill. “You made me uh… feel really, really good. That was new.”
“New? You mean that you’ve never—”
“Sort of new. Sometimes I… I touch myself down there or…” Shifting her paw, Jarzyl slapped the bed beside them both, where her blanket was bunched up. “Or rub my underbelly against a blanket. And that feels good. But I didn’t know that my frill could feel good in the same way. It’s sensitive. And pleasurable. And you make me feel great.”
Still lying on top of her with his wing sandwiched between them, Atlas looked intrigued, amused, but also just a little bit proud of himself. “Want me to keep going?” Without waiting for an answer, he licked her neck frill again, which made Jarzyl chirp.
“Eeep. Ooh.” She shivered, but grabbed one of Atlas’s horns to pull his head back down. “I’m… I’m good! I think… it was a peak and I’m… I want to do you.” Jarzyl slid her paws down Atlas’s body, feeling up his wing as it covered his form, till she reached his underbelly. “Is your… thing… out from your genital slit? Ooh. Oh, it is.”
Atlas chuckled as Jarzyl used her paws to explore his underbelly, touching him through his wing. “It’s been about for a while. Ever since we started really kissing. Possibly slightly before that.”
“Aha. Ahehehe.” Jarzyl nodded, making her perked up frill bob. “I want to make you feel good too.” Shifting her head, she licked the side of Atlas’s neck, then put her jaws around his throat in a loose bite. “Mine, mine, mmhmm. Nraww.”
Atlas laughed again, easy and casual. “Yes.”
Jarzyl shifted her paw, touching, squeezing, lightly rubbing Atlas through his wing, which made her friend grunt. She paused. “Sorry. Did that hurt?”
“Not at all. It felt nice.”
So she did it again. The motion felt a little awkward, not something she had ever done before, but straightforward to perform, moving her paw to touch Atlas’s underbelly through his wing and stroke that rigid length of flesh.
“Jarzyl Mintaka,” Atlas murmured. He kissed her again, and Jarzyl let her eyes slide shut, enjoying the warm, intimate feeling of his mouth against hers. After a moment, Atlas started shifting his hips back and forth to accentuate the motion of her paw.
“Mhm.” Jarzyl grinned. “Are you humping me?”
“Maybe? Yes.” Atlas shifted his stance as he stood over her. Their tails were still tightly entwined, but now their bodies pressed closer together, with Atlas’s wing still over his front to act as a barrier between them. It felt good to feel more of Atlas’s weight over her body, but this close, Jarzyl found it hard to really move her paw. Instead she just hugged Atlas tight, letting him press his underbelly against hers.
With Atlas kissing her, she could feel each breath he took, warm air washing against her face every time he exhaled. Occasionally he moaned softly, but Jarzyl specifically noticed the way her friend’s breathing sped up, getting faster and heavier even as he kept moving his body. Kissing Atlas and feeling him rub his body against hers, Jarzyl shivered, enjoying the sensations and the moment. They were so close.
Suddenly Atlas gasped, his body going all stiff and his snout scrunching up with an intense expression—eyes closed, teeth bared, overwhelmed. Those quick humping movements he’d been making now lost all rhythm, instead he just twitched and shivered and pressed himself against her. “Jarz…” He murmured her name soft, then they kissed again and Jarzyl hugged her friend tight. “Mhhh!”
Lazily the two fledglings stayed together, Atlas resting on top of her, all the tension and motion slowly draining out from his body. Jarzyl closed her eyes and let out a deep, satisfied, rumbly sound from her throat. “Rrrr….”
Atlas still had his eyes closed, and his chin was resting against her shoulder. He panted a few times, then blinked his eyes open. “I did not realize that was possible.”
Jarzyl stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked Atlas right on the tip of his snout. “Hmmm?”
Atlas avoided her gaze for a moment, looking slightly embarrassed. “I got caught up in that, and now there is a mess on my wing.”
Jarzyl flicked her neck frill. “Oh. OOoh! Hehehe. Oh wow.”
“I take back what I said earlier. I think I will need to borrow your bathroom and have a wash.”
“Hahahehe.” Jarzyl laughed. She grinned at him, then untwined her tail from his and tapped his shoulders. “How fun. How much of a… what does it look like? Ok, go wash up.”
Atlas got to his three feet, then he carefully walked over to the washroom with his wing still flipped off his back and covering up his front. Jarzyl watched him go, then she slid off the bed as well and followed after him with a playful skip in her step. She already missed the warm, comfortable feeling of Atlas hugging her.
Atlas stepped into the shower and turned it on. But before moving his wing, he glanced back and noticed Jarzyl sitting at the doorway, watching him with wide eyes and neck frill perked. Both fledglings chuckled.
“Are you going to watch me?”
“Maybe. Hehe.” Jarzyl scampered forward and kissed him again. “The soap is… just use that one. And you can use any of my bath towels here when you’re done.” Then she put her paw on his wing, with her gaze drifting low. “Ok, let me see it. I want to see it.”
“Jarz! Well, alright.” Atlas hesitated, then he shifted his wing aside, obliging her curiosity. Cloudy whitish liquid was splattered across his front, streaking up from his underbelly and even reaching his chest. It was dripping off his body and off his wing. Just as interesting was his underbelly, and Jarzyl stared for a long moment, her eyes wide and neck frill perked up. She’d seen her friend’s underbelly before, of course, and seen his genital slit too—but this was the first time she’d seen him aroused and out of his genital slit. And despite having made a mess, he was still aroused.
“Wow. You really did make a mess. But wow, wow. Look at that.” Jarzyl grinned and gave Atlas an approving nod. “It looks just like in all those diagrams from Fledgling Development Studies at school. But not a diagram. It sticks out, rather than being flat on a page. Mhm!”
Atlas looked slightly amused. “I… uh… I suppose so.”
“Except,” Jarzyl noted, with a flick of her neck frill, “it’s also more… it’s bigger than I expected. I mean I’ve been feeling it through your wing, but that there? That thing you’ve got? That’s big, isn’t it? Bigger than average?”
Atlas laughed but shook his head. “I don’t think so. I’ve never compared, but I think it’s just normal sized.”
“Mhmm.” Jarzyl leaned against the wall, then she darted her head forward to kiss the other fledgling again. “Not quite a three-legged dragon, sometimes you can have four.”
That made them both burst out into laughter. “Hahaha! It’s really not that big. Nowhere close to leg sized. It’s just normal. And good thing too, because if it were too big it wouldn’t fit where it needed to,” Atlas said.
“Oh, there’s a thought.” Jarzyl’s tail swished behind her, and she pressed her hindlegs together. “Now that I see it, I kind of want you to… Hm.. I just wonder what it would feel like.” They kissed again, but then Jarzyl pulled back. “Ok, no, no. Wash yourself up. I’m getting distracted again!”
Atlas turned on the shower and began rinsing himself down. Jarzyl watched him for a short while, still fighting the temptation to step into the shower as well and hug, kiss, rub her friend—and it wouldn’t stop there, of course. It was very tempting. Jarzyl shifted her weight between her paws, but then she shook her head and turned away. “Next time,” she muttered under her breath.
Atlas heard her. “Next time what?”
“Nothing!” Jarzyl insisted. She scampered out of the washroom and back into her bedroom.
TO BE CONTINUED
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