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Nüf could hardly believe the coincidence. He just happened to sit down next to the wolf that caught and, somehow, held his attention all day? And they had the same bus route, too? It really had to be luck. Now was his chance to actually say, "Hi," to the wolf, but he was clamming up. The wolf wasn't saying anything either. He just kept his muzzle buried in his book. Nüf kept looking ahead to the front of the bus, peeking out of the corner of his eye toward the wolf.

They sat in silence for a few moments. Nüf decided to try and steal a glance at the wolf. He turned his head. Did he just see the wolf peek at him over the book? <i>'Oh my gosh!'</i> he thought. <i>'He HAS been staring at me! What? What was I going to say to him?!'</i> Nüf turned his head away a little, trying to seem cool though he was nervous. <i>'What am I doing?! Why am I so nervous? There really isn't anything abnormal about him. Looking at him, he does seem about average height, thin build, and no real outstanding markings on him, but why have I kept staring at him all day, trying to get him to notice me?'</i>

"Um...C-can I help you?" the wolf said, putting his book down. His voice also seemed to be normal as well, not too high and not too deep either.

Nüf suddenly seemed surprised. <i>'Oh shit! He just spoke to me. He also knows I've been staring! Okay. Calm down, Nüf.'</i> The dragon said aloud, "I'm...sorry?"

"You've been staring at me..."

"Oh!" he laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. "I guess I was. Um..." <i>'Quick, Nüf! Stall until you can think of something smooth!'</i> "Forgive me, but I was just trying to remember your name."

"Dash. You're in class 2-G with me."

"Oh right, Dash! Yes, I knew that you were in class with me, but I'm sorry about, um, forgetting your name. One as unique as that shouldn't be too hard to remember. Aheh-heh."

"No...It shouldn't." Dash had a bit of a gruff on his muzzle.

<i>'Crap! What is wrong with me? Why does this wolf have me off my game?! Didn't I already have an 'in' with him prepared?'</i> Nüf unconsciously clenched at his bag. <i>'The notebook. That's right!'</i> "You were the one that liked to draw, right?" The white dragon said while opening his bag.

"Yes."

"Well, I found this lying around after homeroom." He pulled out the college-ruled notebook. "I'm sorry, but I took a look inside and found quite a few drawings inside. I figured it must have been yours, but I hadn't run into you...all...day." While Nüf was talking, Dash had lunged and swiped the notebook right out of Nüf's claws.

"Heh, quite a memory you have," Dash growled, clenching the notebook to him as if it were his most precious possession.

"Excuse me?" Nüf said a little irritated.

"You kept trying to bother me during Sociology a few hours ago. I was trying to pay attention to Professor Himaru. Nobody wants to get on that lioness's bad side." Dash snickered, "Yet you seemed to have done that in record time."

"Hey," Nüf said a little disheartened, "I was just trying to get your attention to return your notebook." He continued with a bit of a put on gruff, "And from the way that you're holding that, it seems like you've been really missing it."

Dash's muzzle softened. "I-I have."

<i>'Oh great, I was probably a little too harsh. Now he must think I'm a jerk.'</i> "Hey," he said, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. I mean, there wasn't a name on the notebook, so I had to take a look inside. Sorry if I've done something I shouldn't have."

Dash just leered at him out of the corner of his eye and held the notebook closer than before.

"I-I only saw the first couple of pages. They looked nice, though they did look rather old." Dash gave Nüf a questioning look. The dragon pressed, hoping to show that he was being honest. "I...was hoping to see something more current. Just to compare."

The wolf looked Nüf up and down, and the dragon gave Dash a hearty smile, no teeth this time. The wolf turned his back away. Nüf thought for a moment that the conversation was done, but he heard pages rustling. Dash was flipping through the back of his notebook. He opened it to Nüf, showing him a drawing of Dash and a mean looking dragon. Both were growling at each other, fighting over a cord between the two of them. Dash had a laptop in front of him, and the dragon had a computer monitor. "This looks nice," Nüf said. "What's this about?"

"Can't you tell?" Dash asked, making it sound as if the dragon was dumb.

Nüf ignored that underhanded insult and said, "Well, of course. But there seems to be more too it. For one, this is you," he pointed to the drawing of the wolf, "but I have no idea who this is," he said, pointing to the dragon.

"That's my brother," Dash said coldly.

"Oh...I see. Interesting choice to have your brother be drawn as a dragon."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's symbolic, right? Your brother being a dragon?"

"No. Of course not."

Nüf was puzzled. "You're...brother is really a dragon?"

"That's what I said." There was that insult tone again.

Nüf didn't ignore it this time, but kept his cool. "Hey Dash, I didn't know. I'm completely new to the country. How am I supposed to know that a wolf has a dragon for a brother?"

"Ever heard of adoption? Or married with children?"

"Hey, you're not being fair here."

"Who said that I have to be fair?"

"You've heard of manners, right?" Nüf adopted his own sly, insulting tone.

This made the wolf raise his eyebrows a bit. He wanted to say that he was impressed that he hadn't decided to move to another seat yet, but instead he asked, "Why are you talking to me?" Dash had said it with genuine interest, no malice or insult behind it.

"Isn't that how a conversation goes?" Nüf quipped. "One talks, the other responds and that goes back and forth for a while?" The wolf lowered his ears. "Oh...You were being serious...I'm sorry."

"No...It's alright," Dash responded solemnly. "I guess I deserved that."

<i>'Gee, this is definitely not going the way that I had thought it would go.'</i> Nüf thought. <i>'This wolf's a bit tough to figure out. He practically growls at me, shows me a little bit of his notebook, insults me, then apologizes? What's with this Dash kid?'</i> A moment of silence passed before Nüf started again. "I really am sorry." He got no response. "You wanted to know why I'm talking to you?" The wolf nodded, but didn't look up at him. "Well...as you know, I'm kind of new to this country. I know enough of the language, but I don't have a whole lot of experience speaking in a casual setting. I mean, when we were in Professor Shinzu's class, I could hardly follow him with how fast he was going. I'm just trying to practice using the language...and make some new friends."

The wolf peered up at the white dragon and studied his muzzle. Nüf had a genuine smile on his muzzle. "You want to be friends...with me?" he asked.

"Yeah, of course. I mean, with what I saw in your notebook, you seem like an interesting guy. I'd like to get to know you, if I could." <i>'I'd also like to see you with your pants off, but let's just take it slow here.'</i>

"Hmph, I never said I wanted to be friends with you."

Nüf was more crestfallen than angry, but he held back his tongue, for some reason. Back in Switzerland, he would have laid into anyone who would have given him that sort of response. He gave serious thought to doing so, but he could only stare at grey wolf. His words had said, "Shove off," but his ears were limp and there was no sort of anger he could find in his scent. Just as he was about to give up, the wolf spoke. "Did--did you really like them?"

"The drawings? Yes, I did."

The wolf's tail gave the slightest of wags. He brought the notebook back over between the two of them, open to a new page. "You wanna see more?" Dash asked with a slight plead.

"Sure."

For the rest of the bus ride, which was actually longer than the car ride to the school, they browsed over Dash's newer pencil drawings. Some featured some mini-comics, some were background practices, and some were of some of his "online" friends. Nüf felt glad to being able to see more of his work, without having to worry if he was doing something wrong this time. He now had the wolf showing them off, himself. It was that much at least. It ended all too quickly though for Nüf as he saw a part of the city around his home he was familiar with. <i>'Dang. I should get off here.'</i> he thought. <i>'Well, at least I was actually able to give Dash's notebook back and introduce myself. He seems to be doing this just to have himself showered with praise. Everybody enjoys a little bit of back scratching.'</i>

Nüf thought about his own love of praise as the bus rolled to a stop. "Well, this is my stop." The dragon swung his bag over his wide shoulders and stood up to his full height. He didn't even notice the wolf's jaw drop and muzzle point up as the tower of solid, white-scaled brawn rose in front of him, his shirt and vest stretching just at the right spots over his chest and arms.

As he started to walk away, he heard a call behind him. "Nüf?" He turned around. The wolf was standing, looking apologetic. "Um...I really am sorry about my attitude. I...I just have a hard time of, you know, talking...to others."

"Oh...well, that's alright, Dash. Don't worry about it. Thanks for letting me look at your notebook, by the way."

"You can look at more than that if you'd like to," Dash muttered.

"What?" Nüf asked.

"Oh! I said, 'You going to be riding this bus again?'"

"Huh? Well of course, silly. I mean, I'll need to start using this in order to get to school."

"Silly?"

"Yeah. Silly." Nüf stuck his tongue out a little in an amused expression.

"I'm silly?" Dash looked confused.

"Well, you can be, and that's a good thing. It makes you nicer."

"It...It does?"

"Yeah." Nüf studied the wolf's perplexed expression. One ear was straight up while the other was limp. He head was slightly turned towards his right, and his brown eyes looked a bit larger and had a bit of a shine to them. <i>'Damn, that's cute.'</i> he thought.

"Oh, heh-heh. Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?" Dash asked hopefully.

"Sure," Nüf said with a smile. "See you then."

"Bye," Dash called. The white dragon gave a backwards wave as he walked off the bus. At the curb, he watched it roll away, and saw the wolf staring back at him through the window as it lurched. <i>'Maybe I have him wrong,'</i> The dragon thought again. <i>'He really does seem like a nice guy. It'll be great to get to know him and have his as a friend.'</i> Nüf's muzzle curled up. It was a genuine smile, symptomatic of having a good time or having an overall happy experience. Nüf was starting to make a friend, not starting to reel in a target. <i>'But damn, that puzzled expression sure was cute.'</i>

Nüf walked back into his house and into the kitchen, happy as a clam. His tail acted much like a canid's, wagging with delight. His mother noticed his mood. "Hello, dear. I'm assuming you had a nice first day?"

"Yeah, I did actually, all things considered."

"Really? Tell me about it."

"Well...Classes were a little hard to follow at times, and I almost embarrassed myself in one class. However, I did end up making some friends."

"Was that Canadian bull kid one of them?"

"Bill? Yeah."

"Is there a 'special friend'? When can we expect him or her to visit?"

"Mom..." Nüf's muzzle flushed a little. He was recounting his experience with Sara in the bathroom in his mind. There was no way he was going to tell his mother about that. In fact, even as he thought about it, he almost forgot that Sara was a fox and not a wolf.

"Hmm, the look on your muzzle tells me something interesting did happen." Mrs. Bachmann's muzzle was curled up tightly in a somewhat menacing grin.

"Mom," Nüf droned, "I can't believe that you're thinking that. I don't know if I should be embarrassed or disturbed."

"Why not both?"

"Mom!"

"I'm just teasing you, dear. You know that, right?"

"Heh-heh. Yeah, I know." He walked over to his mother, about a head shorter than him, and kissed her cheek.

"How sweet," she commented.

"Is Dad coming home soon?" Nüf, being a teenage dragon, went to answer the lingering call of hunger by seeing what was in the fridge.

"He should be home at around 6 o'clock," she responded. "At least that's how it usually will be. However, he may be later, just to make sure that he's up to date with all of his work for the Embassy." Nüf grimaced while looking inside the refrigerator, away from his mother's gaze. He saw the apple pie sitting on the third shelf, about a quarter of it was left. He was feeling hungry enough now to eat the remainder of it. It was a good thing he worked out so often. He didn't have to worry about the pie adding anything to his trim waist. "Be sure to save a piece for your father, Nüf."

Nüf stopped in the middle of pulling it out of the fridge. "How did you...?"

"Your father loves pie, Nüf. It doesn't take that much to figure out what you were going to go for?" The white dragonness was facing the sink, washing a few plates. "It also doesn't take much to figure out that you're upset again."

Nüf sighed a little. "It's been two weeks."

"I know, dear," she said simply.

"I mean, shouldn't he be caught up already? Why does he have to keep staying over there so late. It's almost as if all he does now is work."

"I know." Mrs. Bachmann's voice was a little heavy with that reply.

Nüf hesitated. "...Mom?"

"Yes, Tobias?"

"How...How do you feel about it?"

"About what?" Her clawed hands were busy scrubbing.

"About Dad being at work all the time."

"It's something that he just has to do, dear," she said simply. There was something in her tone though that sounded as if she were responding to a reporter.

"Well, I know it's something that he has to do. I understand that, but what about us? I mean, back in Switzerland, he was busy, yes, but he had time for us. Ever since he accepted this commission, I've seen less and less of him."

"As have I, honey." She sounded a little sad when she said that. Nüf forked some of the pie into his mouth to keep himself from talking. She continued. "I understand what you're feeling, Tobias." Mrs. Bachmann turned off the sink and sat down next to her son while drying off her clawed hands. "I've been feeling the same way, but there's not much we can do about it though. Your father has to do, what he has to do. It's not easy working for the government. Not only that, he now has to deal with two different governing forces, Switzerland's and Indonesia's. Plus, we're not as young as you. We both need to get used to the culture of this land and the language."

"What does that have to do with being young?"

She just shook her head. "Nevermind that, dearie. As I was saying, there is a lot of weight on his shoulders, and he has to get used to that. I need to get used to it. You do too, dearie. You have to get used to a new school, being around new critters, new customs, new languages. I mean, I'm sure that you must have stumbled about with something today, right?"

Nüf thought about not being able to fully follow Professor Shinzu and embarrassing himself in Himaru's class, Dash being angry with him and ignoring him when he tried to get his attention. "Yeah."

"Right. It takes time to get used to new situations. With something as large as, moving to a new country, it's going to take longer than two weeks to get used to everything, to start blending into the society." Mrs. Bachmann caressed Nüf's clawed hand on the table.

"Yeah." Nüf smiled weakly.

"Just be patient, dearie. Your father just needs some time." Mrs. Bachmann's smile, mirrored that of her son's.

Nüf noticed this. "Mom, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, dearie. To be honest, I'm feeling lonely too."

"Oh, I see."

"Don't worry though. This is not as bad as when your father first started working for the Swiss government, and I was pregnant with you."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. Sex Ed. classes don't really go into too many specifics with behavior because of so many different species, but female dragons get extremely emotional when pregnant. I cried at the drop of a feather at times and threw glasses at the slightest whisper of distaste. I hardly ever let your father touch me. Just ask him when you get the chance." Mrs. Bachmann grinned.

Nüf chuckled. "Wow. There must be some interesting stories." Nüf and his mother then spent some time together. Nüf got to learn about some of the time when his mother and father were expecting him, and just like his mother, she told some things that he rather would have gone without. He got embarrassed and ate, while his mother just laughed at how much she enjoyed making her masculine son cringe.

Afterwards, Nüf snuck up to his air-conditioned room. He flopped on to his bed, suddenly feeling exhausted after having felt how much more comfortable his room felt than the rest of the house in the heat. He peeled off his shirt and lay down on his back, his taut, white-scaled body soaking up the cool air. "Mmm~" he moaned. It felt so good to just relax after his first day. He had homework he should get started on, but he didn't care at the moment.

As he lay there, his mind went back over the day's events: the first class with Shinzu, the notebook and lunch with Bill, his embarrassment in Himaru's class. He then thought about his first meeting with Sara and the bus ride with Dash. His thoughts lingered on Dash: the emotion he felt from looking at his drawings, his puzzling attitude, and most of all that cute, puzzled expression. He also went back to introductions at homeroom, being reminded how he was the one who gasped when he stood up. He came to a slow and calming realization that he really did imagine the wolf in place of the vixen from his bathroom experience. His pants tightened ever so slightly. <i>'Mmm, how great that would have been.'</i> He shucked them off, revealing his sex starting to peak out from him. He heard Dash's voice and felt his paws in his mind:

<i>"Oh, Nüf. I can't believe that I'm here with you." It was after school. Both boys were still in their uniforms. The wolf was backed into the bathroom wall, groping and squeezing the white dragon's big arms. Nüf was leaning over Dash, peering dreamily into the wolf's brown eyes, one clawed hand leaning on the wall next to the wolf's head. Their eyes were locked, as if a spell was cast on them.

Nüf's white-scaled muzzle began to flush a little from his proximity to the wolf. Dash's muzzle started to flush as well. Nüf's other hand began to brush the wolf's muzzle.</i>

The white dragon's cock reeled out further and started to plump. He had his eyes closed, fully picturing his fantasy. His cheeks flushed, just like in his mind. Nüf's tight and muscled body soaked up the cool air, but a sheen started to form over his body, causing the crevices between his large pectorals and defined abdominals to stand out. A clawed hand ran down his torso, his biceps and triceps plumping and relaxing as he fulfilled the motion, fingers tracing the middle line of his abs. They had one destination in mind.

<i>Dash's furred, grey paw ran down the white dragon's torso, making sure to run over every hard bump it could find. Claws were slightly peeking out, giving away his desire to the dragon. Nüf smirked and whispered. "Hey there, puppy. How about a kiss?"

A white muzzle slowly neared the grey one. Their mouths met gently, exchanging a soft smack, which led to another, and another, and another. Mouths continued to peck each other, longing slowly bubbling. Nüf's claw ran down the length of Dash's muzzle, rubbed his neck and continued down to and around his white, pressed fabric covered shoulders. The dragon's strong arm, snaked over the wolf's shoulder and around his back. Dash shivered. "Nüf."

The wolf's paws pulled to untuck the dragon's shirt. Dash's fingers fumbled with the buttons, letting loose the lowest one. They ran up his abdominals and opened the next one up. Their kisses became longer, holding the attention of their muzzles. Nüf's rigid abs were now exposed. The wolf's paws and claws skimmed and teased every inch of round, hard flesh. They worked up to the top three buttons, still covering his wide chest. "Mmm, Dash," the dragon muttered. </i>

"Mmm, Dash," the dragon muttered. His long, white tail twitched. Nüf's scaled hand was rubbing the lengthening, pink flesh of his manhood. His fingers ran over the sensitive barbs, making him shiver. His cock thickened and reached to it's full, towering 9 1/4 inches. His hand widened in order to accommodate the increasing girth of his maleness. Indeed, he was big.

<i>Dash finally let out the last button of Nüf's shirt, exposing the round mounds of scaled flesh on his chest. Nüf arched his head up in a slightly dramatic pose to further accentuate his pecs to the wolf. The wolf's paws immediately latched on to the dragon's chest, rubbing and squeezing them. The scales were surprising flexible, and Nüf enjoyed having his chest being fondled by Dash's padded paws. The dragon hummed in appreciation. </i>

The dragon hummed in appreciation. His legs kicked a little as he stroked his maleness, tail thumping his bed. "Oh, Dash," he whispered.

<i>"Oh, Dash," he whispered. His muzzle dove for the grey one again, his forked tongue breaking into the foreign muzzle. The canid tongue lapped at his joyfully, thrilled to have a visitor. Nüf pushed himself into the tongue play, his weight being laid into the wolf, freeing his other clawed hand to move to Dash's shirt. It didn't fumble with the buttons. It merely cut them off.

The wolf only whimpered at the quickness of it, having his furred, grey and white torso exposed. Both tails lashed about. Dash was becoming a little clumsy with his paws, but he kept rubbing and squeezing the hunk laying into him. His paws danced with need, hoping to hear an affirmative answer. "Oh, Nüf!" he mumbled in between lusty kisses. He panted, "Take me. Take me, please!"</i>

The dragon panted heavily on his bed. His rod, looming over him, throbbing. His strokes became faster, harder. His legs jerked and squirmed. "I was waiting for you to say that," he mumbled.

<i>The wolf's paws had heard what it needed to hear. They pounced on to his belt, moving with surprising dexterity in comparison to their jerks before, and loosened his pants and freed his lithic cock, fully erect and dripping. Their muzzles broke, and Dash stared at what he had pointing right at him. His own pants were tented especially hard right now, a small, wet drop forming there. Dash's muzzle flushed hard. He looked dreamily up at the big, strong dragon in front of him. "Nüf. You're so big." A padded finger ran along the sensitive flesh.</i>

"Ah!" Nüf moaned. His seed erupted from his cock, spurting and arching towards him. His chest and abs were quickly covered with drops and pools of his sticky juices. His hand kept stroking, coaxing a second wave to shoot out, drenching him again and his satin sheets. His cock stood still, dripping the remains out over his abdomen. Nüf opened his eyes and discovered his mess, panting. "That was...great," he said to himself. "Shit, that was getting better too." His head rolled to the side. He was a little disappointed at having finished so soon, but he still felt the comfort of pleasure wash over him. His eyes found other spots. "Double shit," he muttered, not caring too much. "The sheets were new too. Hopefully Mom won't try to inspect them too soon." He decided to clean it up a bit later. He lay there for a moment, covered in his sperm, and stared at the ceiling. "This wolf," he said to himself, "has got some kind of hold on me. What to do?"

<i>'What to do?!'</i> he thought in his head. <i>'Get him and do him, of course! If you think he's hot, go ahead and try to nab him.'</i>

"I know. It's what I usually do," he told himself. "But, this seems different somehow."

<i>'Different? How?'</i>

"I don't know."

<i>'Exactly. There really isn't anything different about him. So why the indecision?'</i>

"I don't know. Just leave me alone!" He considered for a moment. "I can't believe I'm arguing with myself. Gah! Get a grip, Nüf." He looked to his stomach. "Well, better clean this up now. And that too." He looked to the spots on his sheets.

After spending a number of tissues on himself and the bed, he lay back down, still in the nude. He checked his clock. 5:30PM. Was he fantasizing that long? The last that he knew, it was a little after 4:30PM when he entered his room. Not many of his jerk-off sessions lasted that long, and he complained about finishing early too. "What's going on here?" He grimaced and folded his hands behind his head. He decided to just wait for dinner. It wouldn't be too long until that would happen. He caught a whiff of it leaking into his room.

Nüf was disturbed and a little upset. However, he didn't mind that much. He knew those emotions and words were swimming in his head, but they didn't seem to matter. He felt oddly calm. Maybe it was just ejaculation? He assumed it must have been because of that. He didn't mind jerking off to the wolf at all. What bothered him was what it was doing to his mojo he had built up last year in Switzerland. He had established a pattern, a system, of getting those that he wanted. He couldn't remember ever wanting someone this bad, but he also wanted the wolf to be his friend to, not just a sex buddy. What was this?

"Nüf! Come downstairs! Dinner's ready!"

That was his mom. He grabbed his trusty clothing, the red, torn-sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans. Mrs. Bachmann would be a little worried that Nüf hadn't started his homework yet, but there wasn't that much to begin with for the first day. He knew, though, that she didn't want him to get tangled up in the language of his reading material in order to study quickly. "Give yourself all the time you can until you're used to things," she told him.

"I will. I just needed to unwind for a moment."

"That's all well and good, but don't forget that your job is to be getting an education.

"Yes, Mom."

It was left at that. After dinner, Nüf went about with his homework. His Indonesian to German dictionary was kept close as he poured over his notes and books for the remainder of the evening. He was able to keep his mind focused on studying and off of the wolf, for now. In fact, he hardly thought about him at all as he got ready for bed. "I must be over thinking things," he told himself. He turned the lights out at 10:00PM. He'd have to get up a bit after 4AM in order to prepare for the next day of school.

As he slept soundly, covered in his sheets, the door to his room was moved ajar slightly. The tall, dragon-shaped figure's shadow stretched into the dark room. Its shoulders slumped a little, and the figure sighed quietly. "Good night, son." The door closed slowly, making hardly any sound. The lump under the sheet squirmed then rested. A snore filled the expanse of the room.