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Anthology of Short Stories

Saurian Earth - Ilsit Major, Part 3

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Dymryn's eyes shot open, his mind's active defense against a Myrmyr that threatened to overwhelm him. Of all of the genetic memories he'd inherited, the ones he hated the most were experiencing the loss of a loved one. Parents were unpleasant; siblings were abhorrent; offspring were unbearable; what really got him though were mates. Something about the universal sensations among those who lost mates dug deep into Dymryn's core. Perhaps it's because, as a Sorrow Scale, he would have no prospect of ever having a mate, so the experience of losing one was doubly bad? He honestly didn't know.

Releasing a yawn, the Ilsit Major glanced to the digital clock within his view; it was just after 5am, which meant that he could consider himself up early, or else try to go back to sleep and risk having another unpleasant Myrmyr. Scales still on edge from what awoke him, the dragon elected to start his morning. He made his way out into the living room and flopped down on the lounging sofa. Despite his unpleasant awakening, Dymryn could still smile as he reflected on just how clean and well-kept his living space was.

Tomas had been living with him for over two months and, after the prior experiences with Human companions, the dragon was pleased at just how well it was going. In addition to being festidious about his surroundings, Tomas was also knowledgeable enough about Ilsit to avoid saying or doing things that Dymryn had encountered among other Humans who didn't know better; it was a marked improvement. Best of all, and to Dymryn's surprise, Tomas turned out to be quite pleasant company. The intelligent, well-spoken Human seemed to enjoy spending time with him too, so the interaction went both ways.

Letting out a yawn, Dyrmyn was contemplating finding a recording on his data pad to distract him when the door to Tomas' room opened. The young man, still dressed in a bed shirt and what the dragon knew to be sweatpants made his way out into the main room, letting out a yawn as he shuffled his way toward the bathroom door, offering a bleary "Good morning." as he went. The dragon watched him, bemused.

Tomas was in the adjacent chamber for a short period of time-- long enough to 'do his business' and, the dragon noted, wash his hands. As the Human emerged, he seemed marginally more awake, so Dymryn figured it would only be polite to respond to the earlier greeting. "Good morning, Tomas."

Yawning again, the young man, rather than go back to his room, joined Dymryn in the living room, flopping down into the armchair adjacent to the sofa. "You're up early. Any special reason?"

The dragon tried to keep his statement simple and direct. "A bad dream."

He'd forgotten that Tomas was at least semi-well versed in Ilsit. "So... an unpleasant Myrmyr woke you up?"

The comment caused Dymryn to drop all pretenses. "Yes. 'Unpleasant' would be an understatement, however."

The last vestiges of bleary sleep left the Human's eyes as he straightened up, pulling his legs up beneath himself until he sat cross-legged on the armchair. "Seeing as you're a Sorrow Scale, that must REALLY mean something..."

A lot of Humans were not able to grasp the role of Sorrow Scales in Ilsit society but Tomas, despite having failed out of the Unity Programme, seemed to have a competent grasp of things, so Dymryn accepted his statement at face value. "Yes. It was." He paused for several seconds, not sure where the conversation was going, but he felt strangely better for having it. Ultimately, he sought another way to continue it. "How about you, Tomas? Do you ever have unpleasant dreams?"

The Human took in a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. "I used to... night terrors when I was young. Sometimes I still have unpleasant ones but it's been a long time since one's been able to wake me up... those used to happen after my family lost my sister, but it's been a few years since then."

Dymryn remembered hearing that Dr. Huber's family had, at one time, consisted of two offspring and that his daughter, four years Tomas' junior, had died just after reaching a decade old. There were not a lot of details provided to him and he knew that, among Humans, it was considered rude to pry into such matters. "I remember hearing that you had a sister at one time. I presume the loss affected you greatly."

Tomas nodded. "Less than it affected my parents but, yeah. I had nightmares for a few years after she passed."

The dragon shifted his weight on the sofa, head moving a few inches closer. "Would you feel comfortable describing them for me? The dreams, I mean?"

The Human let out a long sigh, reaching up to rub the back of his head. "Oh... well... I mean... dreams aren't the same as Myrmyrs. Sometimes they're just vague impressions that are all but gone from memory by the time we awaken, but others... kinda stick with us."

Dymryn blinked his eye membranes. There was a certain tell to Tomas when he spent time explaining things that werre not specifically the question asekd. "I feel as though you are evading the question... do you not wish to answer?"

Tomas smirked... just a little. "Honestly? I don't remember the specifics-- like I said, it's been awhile since I had them. But what I really remember was the feeling of helplessness. Every time I had a dream about losing Lina it was always about powerlessness and an inability to do anything to stop her from... going away."

The dragon knew by Tomas' use of euphamisms that the discussion was not a pleasant one for him. He made an attempt to steer the topic to something less painful. "Lina was her name? I did not know that. Surely you must have gladdening, happy memories of her too... yes?"

The young man smiled at that. "Yeah... I do. The last trip we took as a family was to Italy. My dad woke us up early so we could watch the sunrise together. I can still feel the morning breeze, and having the faint chill cut by the first rays of the sun as it peeked up over the ocean." He closed his eyes as he spoke, reaching his hand out and down. "Lina was beside me... and we held each other's ha--"

Dymryn froze when Tomas stopped the tale, his hand having encountered the end of the Dragon's tail. The Ilsit Major withdrew his appendage. "My apologies. Please continue."

Tomas shook his head. "Nah... that was pretty much it. I remember it like it was a snapshot-- that morning with the sun rising. That was the last trip we took as a family since we lost Lina about a month later."

Silence prevailed in the living room again for an undeterminable length. Dymryn sat facing the video screen on the wall though his eyes were focused on Tomas; the Human sat facing his general direction due to the general angle of the chair, but his eyes were focused toward the window. The blinds were drawn but, even so, the first hints of morning light were threatening to pierce through the gaps. The dragonw as surprised when the young man finally spoke. "Dreams are bad enough... I'm sorry you have to relive the negative experiences of Ilsit long-past, Dymryn. It... really sucks."

the dragon couldn't help feel a sense of levity due to the simple statement and he practiced displaying a Human smile for his companion. "Yes. It does."

With the statement made, Tomas stood, raising his hands over his head, and arching his back in a stretch. "Well... I'm not normally up for another hour and a half, and you have even longer... what say we reset your morning with a bath?"

It wasn't something Dymryn would ask for, but he wouldn't turn it down. "Yes. I find that prospect most acceptable."

It was something well-known to Sorrow Scales; warm water often helped chase away the after-effects of particularly bad Myrmyrs and, at some point toward the end of their first month together Dymryn had mentioned it in passing. Like most other tidbits about Ilsit, Tomas latched onto it and had somehow managed to store it for later use; Dymryn found it endearing in a way-- not just because he listened, but because he cared enough to offer a solution to a problem without the dragon having to ask for support. Aid freely given was true support, or so he'd always believed.

Languidly padding his way toward the bathing chamber, Dymryn still moved faster than Tomas, mostly due to his longer gait, but also because the human made a slight detour to get what the dragon knew were cleaning supplies. Bathing a dragon companion was not an explicit requirement for Human companions but Dymryn had to admit that his scales had never been in better condition than after Tomas had moved in; the Human really seemed to know all of the tricks of the trade, and even managed to correct the Major on a routine to help keep them in good condition on Land Earth. Tomas was the only Human he'd lived with who seemed to care about such things, which was yet another reason why he was such a great fit.

Dymryn, entering into the bathing chamber, wasted no time moving to rotate one of the large nobs on the wall; they were designed to be easy for dragon talons to grasp. Hot water immediately cascaded into the heated pool, warming it even further; Dymryn preferred hot baths when he had the opportunity. A call from behind him made it apparent that Tomas had arrived. "Don't make it TOO hot, Ryn... I plan on getting in there with you."

The dragon didn't know why Humans usually abbreviated names using the first syllable, but Ilsit, along with a few other races preferred the last one; the fact that Tomas had known that ever since he started shortening Dymryn's name was a gracious trait that the dragon appreciated. "Very well. I will make it hot... but not too hot."

Dymryn turned off the faucet and, rather than bothering with the steps, simply slid off the side of the pool and into the water; it was the shallow end so it was basically a single step for him anyway. He used his tail to help propel himself further toward the deep end, rotating himself around so he could regard the Human. Tomas had taken off his shirt and sweat pants, setting them on a shelf beside the door and, dressed in nothing but underwear he'd undrestood to be called 'briefs', the young man grabbed a floating tray of supplies and a cleaning brush then made his way down the steps.

The cleaning brush designed for use on Ilsit included a shaft about the length of a Human arm and, on the end there were two brushes back-to-back. One had firm bristles and the other had softer ones, designed to address a number of spots on an Ilsit based on scale shape and thickness. Dymryn's domicile hadn't had one before Tomas moved in; it was a purchase the Human had made to better help the dragon, and it was yet another thing for which the Ilsit was appreciative.

Dunking the brushes into the water, Tomas approached Dymryn, moving to where the shallow end started to slope toward depth. "You feel like some face work this morning, or would you rather pass?"

The Dragon moved closer, rotating his head so that his chin nearly touched the surface of the pool. "Of course. Please. You may use the rough bristles today-- I would like to feel invigorated."

Dymryn usually disliked hard bristle brushes being used on his face, but Tomas had a certain technique that made the experience pleasant and, as he closed both his membrances and eyelids, he handed himself over to the care of the Human; Tomas did not disappoint. The movement of the rough bristles across his scales felt like a fine scratching of an itch, or the joy of mud-caked talons finally begin relieved of their dirt. As usual, the Human made quick work of it, even having added some scale oil to the brush, leaving Dymryn enjoying the scent of somethinng citrus-y and minty.

As the brush left the Dragon's scales, Tomas spoke up. "Alright... now further into the shallow end and I'll get started on your back."

The dragon complied, slipping through the water past the Human and lowering himself until his belly almost brushed the bottom of the pool, back just above the surface. As with the work on his face, the scrubbing of his back felt exceptionally pleasant; despite having awoken due to a horrific Myrmyr, Dymrym was pleased that the morning had switched tracks and was actively enjoyable. "Thank you for this, Tomas... you are improving my day greatly."

The Human laughed. "Happy to be of service. There's something about washing a dragon that I find relaxing in its own right, so it's not like I'm gonna complain."

Dymryn released a pleased rumble, lowering himself just a little more to give his back a fresh rinse of water, then raised back up into the waiting hard bristled brush. Enjoying the physical sensation, the dragon also found himself craving it mentally. "Tomas? What can you tell me about the place you mentioned... Italy?"

The Human paused the scrubbing for just a moment before he continued, speaking as he did so. "Well... that's a prety big topic, but let's see..."

The next several minutes were spent with Tomas painting a picture of a place with sunshine, warm weather, and a cool breeze. The Human talked about the people, the food, and, of course, timne with his family. One thing that Dymryn was able to appreciate about Humans was the way they could tell stories; Ilsit often relied so much on the Myrmyr that they conveyed memories rather than experiences-- there was a difference.

Tomas interrupted the story with some direction. "If you'd like to roll over I can work on your ventral scales."

Dymryn waited for the Human to step back before rolling over in the water, resting his head against the ledge of the pool as the rest of his body settled into the water, wings just scraping the bottom as he mostly floated in the shallows. As with other cleanings, Tomas was mindful of which bristles he used; the Human was obvious aware of the much more sensitive nature of a dragon's scales on their chest and bellies. Not yet ready for their discussion to end, the Major urged more from his companion. "You make Italy sound like a wonderful place to visit. Where else have you been?"

Tomas added some more scale oil to the bristles then began running the brush between Dymryn's forelegs. "Most continents... I spent most of my time in Europe, then North America until I joined the Unity Programme. Due to the advanced curriculum I spent time at UCP and UPA-- the first was off the coast of South America and the second was in the south Indian Ocean... I was going to head to YOUR version of Earth but I didn't quite get far enough in classes before I was discharged. After that I've pretty much spent all my tme here in Axis. What about you, Ryn?"

The Dragon began to recite his own experiences; he'd traveled little on Saurian Earth since the presence of Sorrow Scales were not widely accepted. He talked about the few trips he did make, and the different Drones he'd encountered. He discussed the opportunity to come to Land Earth and the steps he had to go through to achieve it. Throughout his story, Tomas remained in rapt attention, seemingly focused more on the dragons words than in his work-- even so, the Human's by-the-book approach to cleaning was far better than most Dymryn had received, until he realized that the Human's work between his hind legs with the soft bristles was starting to create a certain response in his body.

Tomas seemed to notice at the exact time, quickly pulling the brush away. "Oh-- uh... sorry. I... that was... sorry."

Dymryn wasn't the best at reading Human expressions but he recognized embarassment, and could tell there was no deceipt in the action. "Your apology is accepted, Tomas-- I was distracting you. I apologize as well... I did not mean to make you uncomfortable."

Tomas waved it away. "No-- that's fine. It's not your fault. That's just a natural response. I should have been more careful but hearing about Saurian Earth distracted me."

The Dragon remained on his back, neck curled to face the Human, continuing to recline against the edge of the pool. "Again, I am unbothered... nudity and body responses are something that cause Humans disquiet. You did not purposefully mean to stimulate me so you have done no wrong."

The Human let out a nervous chuckle, followed by a wry statment of "True... and if I HAD, I wouldn't have ended up with my fist past your rectum."

The disarming humor was enough to make Dymryn laugh; he'd told Tomas about Dallas and the event that separated him from service-- Tomas was a good listener, and referred to it on a number of occasions; something about it was obviously funny to the Human, and, Dymryn had to admit, looking back on the event, he could appreciate a laugh. "Perhaps if Dallas had been more like you, I would not have objected."

The statement caused Tomas to freeze and, in that moment, Dymryn realized how the statement must have come across. Did the Human think that he was being solicited? Fortunately, Tomas seemed to handle it well, laughing it off. "Well, I hear that some Ilsit Majors took to keeping Jiyjah like Viddin do... I assume if it ever came to that you'd probably have one that'd work just fine."

The dragon grunted; Tomas, again, proved that he was far more familiar with Ilsit than many Humans he'd met. "True... but I was limited on what I could bring with me when I came here. My Jiyjah is back on Saurian Earth."

Tomas nodded thoughtfully, returning to his cleaning of the dragon's abdomen, brush moving further away from the groin scales that had gained a reddish hue, and the slip of pointed flesh that had emerged from the genital slit there. Clearing his throat, Tomas focused on his work. "Well, that's probably not as big a problem for Ilsit as it is for Viddin though... I think I heard that Viddin have some of the highest sex drives out of any race... especially in late winter and early spring."

Dymryn rumbled. "Yes. I have heard this as well. And, no-- Ilsit do not have a breeding season... we are more like Humans in that we mate whenever we wish, though that is not as often as some races, or so I understand."

The Human nodded, applying more scale oil to the brush and then working it along the smoother scales along the insides of Dymryn's forelegs. "So... Ilsit don't use sex as a form of recreation?"

The dragon blinked his membranes. "...no. Some do. Some certainly do. It is not much of an option for a Sorrow Scale however, as mating for us transmits our Myrmyr, and ours are not pleasant to experience."

Tomas offered am empathetic head-nod; it was a common non-verbal cue for him, and one that Dymryn was getting to understand more. "Well... that explains the Jiyjah then. With poor manual dexterity I'd imagine it'd be hard to... uh... 'handle it' yourself."

Dymryn was pleased that the discussion didn't revile his companion; the dragon had often thought that certain 'taboo' subjects would immediately silence Humans, but Tomas seemed to weather the talk about intimate activities with the inqusitive nature of a scholar. "There are a variety of methods that any Ilsit Major might use-- males and females have different ways to address their needs-- Jiyjah or drones are common enough."

The Human nodded. "Hard to do here without either."

He had moved back down the dragon's body and Dymryn watched as the Human began brushing the insides of his thoughts; the Major had always been sensitive there and, since his body had not fully calmed down from the earlier brushing across his groin it wasn't long before his member began to peek out of its slit. "It has been problematic, yes... but I make due. Like most Majors, I am quite flexible, and my tongue serves well enough."

Tomas stopped his brushing. "You suck your own di--" he froze, face flushed a bright red. Taking a moment, he composed himself. "I guess any port in a storm... right?"

Dymryn blinked his membranes, staring at the Human. "That is an idiom, I realize. I presume it suggests that anything is better than nothing when faced with adversity?"

The Human nodded, eyes glued to the dragon's face; something about the ardent stare made Dymryn realize that, despite Tomas' attempt at scholastic detachment, the Human was at least somewhat bothered by the Major's penis being visible. Clearing his throat, Tomas adjusted his grip on the scrub brush, holding the scale oil, but not applying it. "Do you... uh... want to roll back over and I use a washcloth on your wing membranes?"

The water made it hard to tell for the dragon but, so close to the Human, and in such proximity for long enogh, Dymryn finally detected the young man's scent; it wasn't that he was repulsed by what he saw-- Tomas was intrigued. The Major did not want to make any presumptions, but he was also somewhat intrigued. "It has been some time since I, as you put it 'handled it'... I believe I will do that. If you wish, you may step out, and then come back when I am done so we can finish up the bath."

Tomas nodded slowly, gripping the brush in a tight hold. "Yeah... that would probably--"

Dymryn interrupted him, seeing how accurate his assessment of the situation was. "Unless you would like to stay and satisfy your curiosity."

It was not a situation Dymryn would have expected that morning when he woke up early; he certainly hadn't been in the mood to stimulate himself after dealing with such a horrible Myrmyr, but, with Tomas' aid, the entire day had turned around with surprising quickness and, in front of his Human audience of one, the dragon curled his neck downward across his body, his long, sinewy tongue emerging to lick at the entrance to his own slit, swirling the forked tip around until he was able to encircle his emerging length with it, coiling around the flesh before pulling the tip into his muzzle.

He heard Tomas gasp off to the side and, buried beneath the powerful scent of his own spicy musk he was certain he could smell the Human's arousal. Dymryn had never before elicited a response in another Ilsit, let alone any other creature and he had to admit there was a certain glee in it. Normally he would have quickly worked himself to climax, but something about being watched by Tomas made him want to play it out longer... he wanted to peform for his roommate-- his friend.

Even as his tongue worked his shaft he spoke to the Human in his native tongue; Ilsit was far easier to use while pleasuring himself and, as he'd learned, Tomas had a working understanding of it. "I understand Humans have a hard time doing this."

Tomas, face flushed red, nodded. It took a few seconds before he seemed capable of realizing how to talk. "Yeah... we aren't as flexible, and our necks aren't as long."

Dymryn glanced toward the Human, realizing that a tent had appeared in the young man's wet briefs. He offered what he hoped came across as a smile, spending extra time stimulating the tip of his member to enjoy the taste of his own precum before asking of the Human "Is your curiosity satsfied?"

Clearing his throat, Tomas went to look away, but his eyes ended up migrating right back to Dymryn's performance. "I... didn't really--"

As before, the dragon pressed his luck, presuming that Tomas was far more interested than he felt comfortable admitting. The prospect, despite him never having considered Tomas that way, was suddenly an intriguing possibility. "Would you like to try touching me?"

Rather than say anything, the Human just nodded, and, slowly unwrapping his tongue from his member, Dymryn slid his tail through the water, loosely wrapped the tip around Tomas' waist, and gave him a gentle guidance closer, adding "You can set down the brush."

The Human's hand opened, letting the cleaning brush slip under the water as he moved between Dymryn's hind legs, taking up a spot, stradding the dragon's tail. He remained there for several seconds before looking up at Dyrmyn's face rather than continuing to stare at the dragon's throbbing erection. "W-- what do I do?"

Dymryn found the Human expression of a smile came to him easier than when he'd first arrived on Land Earth. "You are a male, Tomas... I believe we work very similarly. You have been amazing when bathing me... I trust you and your touch."

The dragon was not wrong in his assessment; the moment Tomas' bare hand made contact with his sensitive member it felt as though his breath had been knocked out of him and his groin muscles all tensed up in the most glorious way possible-- despite the discomfort of the cramps, he relished the sensation, which only grew stronger as the Human began to gently stroke his flesh. The dragon was euphoric. Tomas, ever the careful one, asked "Is this okay?"

There were numerous sounds that Ilsit could make in public to convey concepts without words, and even more they used in privacy with friends, family, and mates; the one that came out of Dymryn was one he'd never made before, and it made the scales of his face tingle in embarassment, but he quickly clarified. "Yes. That is more than okay, Tomas... I am not impositioning you, am I?"

The Human shook his head. "No... this is... kinda cool."

Dymryn felt a little shiver run through his body as he stared at the Human, straddling his tail, working his flesh eagerly; it was a most amazing view. "Yes... very cool."

Tomas, as with all other things, was a quick learner. He changed up his movement, had placement, pressure-- over the course of less than two minutes he seemed to find ways to stimulate Dymryn that the dragon himself had never realized were possible. He felt his breathing begin to pick up speed as his groin tingled in an unbelievably amazing way. The dragon felt guilty for it, having the Human do such a thing for him with no recompense or recognition. "Tomas?"

The Human gave two more delicious strokes before looking up to meet his gaze. "Hmm?"

Dymryn licked the inside of his muzzle before running his tongue across the exterior. "Sometimes... when Majors are with Drones, and the Drone is doing a good job, there are..." he paused, trying to find the right way to express his proposal without causing the Human any dsicomfort. "...there are ways that a Drone can also find pleasure in the act."

Tomas paused, his brow furrowing as he met Dymryn's gaze. The Dragon's eyes dropped a fraction, pupils focusing for a half-second on the bulge in the Human's underwear before returning to meet the young man's gaze. His companion realized it immeidately. "Oh."

The dragon elaborated. "You are welcome to sit on my lap as you work-- there is a certain amount of space in my genital slit. You should be able to... find a place there that you may enter."

Even during the intimate moment, as he was pulling off his underwear, Tomas still had the capacity to jest about Dymryn's prior Human companion. "Far enough forward that I won't be probing your rectum. I promise."

In position, Tomas continued using one hand to stroke the dragon's member as his other hand maneuvered his own. Despite the Human being significantly smaller than a Greater Drone, his blunt, untapered member was still noticeable as it entered him and Dymryn let out a stimulated hiss. "That... issssss different."

Tomas stopped immediately. "Are you alright?"

Dymryn hissed out an affirmative, then followed it up with a human-like nod. "Yes. You are just fine, Tomas. I have never been penetrated by a Human before."

The young man chuckled. "That's fine... I've never penetrated an Ilsit before, so it's new for both of us."

The experience, as it turned out, was far better than Dymryn had expected. Tomas was the perfect size to grip the dragon's member with both hands around one side, using his abdomen to stimulate the underside even as he started thrusting, slipping deeper into Dymryn's genital slit. The many methods of stimulation were the perfect chorus of sensations, and it wasn't long before the dragon's tail was thrashing in elation-- ultimately, his hips began to thrust, raising Tomas up and out of the water with each movement.

If the Human minded he didn't say anything, undisturbed in his worship of Dymryn's member and his own quest in burying himself even further into the dragon's slit. "Oh, Ryn... I... I didn't... I... I think I'm gonna--"

Dymryn didn't bother counting how long they had coupled, but he felt it the moment Tomas's orgasm began, ejaculation pulsing Human seed into his genital slit, warming the root of his member with the thick, heated fluid. Moreover, as the Human reached his plateau his body tightened up around the dragon's member, and Dymryn found that he could hold back no longer either. Fighting back a roar, the Major grunted, jackknifing his body and lifting his hips full out of the water. He gasped as his seed began to rain down around him in several long, spattering jets.

It took a few seconds before he came down off his high, senses still awash with his release as aftershocks of pleasure continued to rumble throughh his body. He settled back into the water, quivering at the feel of the warm fluid lap against his still erect member; only then did he realize that his bucking had, at some point, tossed Tomas free of him. The Human emerged from the water between the shallow and deep end. Dymryn immediately went to apologize for causing the unthoughtful dismount, but the Human spoke up first. "God-- that was AMAZING, Ryn!"

The dragon found his scales tingling at the praise, and he opened his muzzle to respond when, suddenly, Tomas' eyes opened wide, and his body seized. Dymryn quickly lashed out to pull the stricken Human back to the shallow end so he wouldn't drown, holding him close until his muscles unlocked and the tremors subsided. After a long pause, Tomas took a shaky breath. "All those Majors... torn apart..."

The nonsequitor caught Dymryn as odd. "The what?"

Tomas shook his head. "I... I'm not sure. Just... this strange... THING I felt... or sensed... or experienced?"

Dymryn stared at the Human for several long moments before extending his tongue, licking at Tomas' lips; he froze, an icy chill sinking to the center of his being when he realized what had happened. "You must have ingested some of my seed... Tomas... you experienced one of my Myrmyrs."

Tomas, surprisingly, was not as affected as Dymryn would have expected. Once he had washed himself clean under the dragon's watchful eye, the Human insisted that he continue with the brush. They talked as Tomas did so-- a little about their experience together, but mostly about the Myrmyr.

It took about ten minutes of questions for Dymryn to figure out which Myrmyr Tomas had experienced; the Sorrow Scale had not bothered trying to direct a specific Myrmyr to be transmitted because he'd not planned on subjecting the Human to such a thing, but what astounded Dymryn the most was how resilient Tomas was when it came to experiencing such a powerful genetic memory.

It wasn't until they were out of the pool that things started to make sense. Tomas had started drying off with a towel but Dymryn used his fire breath to heat up the drying tiles and pulled the Human over to them using his tail. At that point, the Human made an observation. "Ryn... Humans can't perceive a full Myrmyr... I remember hearing something about that in class. That must explain why it was so hard for you to figure out which one I got-- what I sensed out of it was different than what you would have."

From there, the two lounged in front of the heated tiles for almost an hour, talking back and forth about the event analytically. Dymryn spelled it out in a blow-by-blolw description while Tomas spoke up now-and-again with impressions he'd received. The Sorrow Scale had never talked about his Mymryrs with anyone... not even vague statements, but, with Tomas, he delved into deep, meaningful discussion. In the past, to better protect himelf from them, he pretended as if they didn't exist-- the Human laid it bare and, surprisingly... it helped.

It was an unintended side effect on many levels but, as they both began to prepare for their day, Dymryn couldn't help but feel that his load was just a little bit lighter. He used his tail to retrieve his data pad satchel off of its shelf, and he felt a warm, human hand rest against his side. "Ryn?"

He turned to regard his Human companion. "Yes, Mas?"

It was the first time he'd used a shortened version of the Human's name; it felt right. Tomas smiled. "Thank you for talking to me about the Myrmyr."

Dymryn lowered his head, resting his muzzle on his companion's shoulder, rotating his neck until their heads touched. "I wish to thank you for the same."

The Human's hesitance could only be described by an adjective Dymryn had never anticipated using: cute. Clearing his throat, Tomas offered "If you want... we could explore more of your Myrmyrs together again tonight."

The comment suggested far more than just talking. The dragon felt his member threatening to emerge from its slit again. "I would like that... very much."