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Riding down the street on his bike, a young snow leopard came up to the wrought iron gate that stood at the end of the driveway leading up to a rather large house in the wealthy part of town. The fourteen-year-old boy got off the bike and walked up to the intercom next to the gate and pressed the button. A minute passed before an answer came. "Yes?" The voice asked. It sounded female, and the boy hoped he was right. He hesitated for a moment. "I'm here to watch Ardi for the night, ma'am," he said with a slight touch of nervousness. It wasn't common for boys to babysit, and it was a new client for him, so he had no idea what to expect. "Oh, right. You must be Nink. I'll open the gate for you. Come on in, dear," the voice responded. Just like that, the gate swung open ever so slowly, and the boy hopped on his bike and rode up the long, white stone gravel driveway. He looked in awe at the house as he approached it. Throughout the yard he noticed a number of pine trees and a beautiful fountain in the center. Reaching the front of the house, Nink got off his bike and put down the kickstand, when the garage door opened. A stunning dragon woman stepped out and greeted her feline guest. "Ah, here you are. I hope you don't mind if I keep this short, my husband and I have to get going," she said rather bluntly. Nink was a bit taken aback. "I'm sorry if I'm late Mrs. Firethorn, ma'am," he said. "Oh no, dear, you're on time. Don't worry about it. Now, you pretty much have full reign of the house, but please don't break anything. No parties, no buying pay-per-views, you know, the standard rules." Nink nodded his head, and she handed him an envelope. "In here is contact information, as well as some other things that may be useful. I hope things go okay for you. Take care of Ardi for us." With that, the woman and her husband got into their car, what appeared to be a Lexus, and drove away, leaving Nink on the front porch. He looked at the envelope for a few seconds before putting it in his back pocket and gathering up his backpack. Walking up to the solid oak front door, he admired the black iron bolts and door knockers. The feline sighed before opening the door and walking inside, unsure of what the night would bring.

Once inside, Nink looked around with a renewed sense of awe. Above the foyer hung a chain pendant chandelier. The teen walked further into the main room, which was lined with back lighting and accented with lanterns along the edges. In the room itself sat large, brown, leather sofas and cherry wood coffee tables. Nink's eyes focused on an overstuffed recliner, which looked like a comfortable spot to study and do homework once the kid went to bed. He set his backpack on the floor next to the chair, and just took in the opulence in the house. Nink's family lived on the tougher part of town. His parents both worked hard, which left little time for family togetherness. Nink taught himself how to cook and clean, but he also excelled in his studies. His parents loved him very much, and did all they could to provide for him, but simply couldn't get enough time to spend with the teen. Nink looked at how the wealthier people lived, and couldn't help but feel some envy. The recliner, in particular, drew his attention more than anything. He had dreamt of such a comfortable chair in which to do his school work. All he had at home was a desk chair. He ran his hands over the soft, suede-like leather, taking in the smell, and pushing his hand into the cushion. He imagined sitting in the chair, in front of a crackling fireplace, relaxing with a good book. Suddenly, a voice broke the silence. "You know, contrary to popular believe, us fire dragons can control our spitfires. You'll notice there aren't any burn marks on our furniture. Well, not yet, anyway. And there are definitely no claw marks." With that last snide comment, Nink turned around and laid his eyes upon the young dragon boy he was supposed to be caring for that evening. "Oh, you must be Ardarian," Nink said. Immediately the boy interrupted him. "Ardi! Call me Ardi!" the boy yelled, pulling his gaze away from his Nintendo 3DS. The nine-year-old boy looked rather annoyed at hearing his full name. Nink was taken aback not only by the boy's attitude, but by his beauty, as well. Ardi was a thin-figured little runt of a fire dragon, his green, perfectly manicured scales extended out of his loosely fitting t-shirt. His pajama bottoms seemed to cling desperately to his tiny waistline. From his cleanly cut hair down to his alluring brown eyes, from the cut-away of his neck all the way down the straight shot of his back to the only curve of his figure, that perfectly perky, tight backside, this dragon boy was stunning. Nink sighed, realizing his dream of a nice, quiet evening had been dashed. He straightened himself up, trying to put off an air of confidence and authority. "I'm sorry, Ardi it is," Nink said. "And how are--" "The only people who can call ME that are my parents and other dragons!" Ardi snapped. As if to accentuate his disgust, he shut his gaming handheld and tossed it onto the nearest love seat. To finish the gesture, he pointed at himself as if he were royalty. "And certainly not from the likes of you, or any babysitter for that matter! And you know what else? I don't need a babysitter!" He continued his speech and began a fastidious walk across the room, being sure to sway his tail, sincerely emphasizing his little status. He came to an abrupt stop just outside of what Nink assumed was the kitchen and stomped his feet. "Now make my dinner before I turn you into a crispy critter, gather up your ashes, and sprinkle them all over the Berkshire!" Nink looked at the boy and was completely stunned. Mrs. Firethorn had said that Ardarian was a handful, but he certainly didn't expect this. It took a moment for Nink to get over the shock. Sure, the boy was absolutely beautiful, but within the past ten seconds a wave of disgust had washed over the snow leopard. With great restraint, Nink tried to compose himself. "Okay... So you're a little hungry, huh? Let's...umm, let's get you something to eat." With that, Ardi huffed off into the kitchen while Nink followed slowly. He put his face in his hands and took a deep breath. He had the rest of the night ahead of him, and it wasn't even dark yet.

The kitchen was as high-class as the rest of the house. A large refrigerator, pure granite counter tops, solid oak cabinets, a stove with six burners and two separate ovens, and several other appliances. Separate from the kitchen was a posh dining room, with a huge table, elegant chairs, and an elaborate chandelier above. Nink was once again in awe when he first walked in, but young Ardi's demands for food kept the snow leopard grounded. The young dragon sat at the head of the dining table while Nink cooked in the kitchen. Ardi occasionally bellowed, demanding to know what was taking so long. Eventually dinner was finished, and Nink brought out a plate with modest proportions. Ardi glared at his plate and then at Nink's. "I want more!" the dragon demanded. "Isn't that enough? I don't want you getting sick." That only seemed to make his charge more upset. "GIVE ME MORE!" Ardi yelled. With a sigh, Nink pushed some of his food onto the boy's plate. Almost half the feline's food went to the dragon before he decided it was enough. "You're not getting any more," Nink said. Ardi scoffed, picked up his utensils, and started eating. Nink watched as the young dragon ate with such perfect table manners. He wished the boy were so polite and well behaved all the time. While the two ate, Nink took a few glances at the other boy, admiring his beauty. Though his attitude could be grating, he did have a look that drove parts of Nink crazy. Once he was finished eating, Ardi broke the silence. "Where's the desert?" He crossed his arms and stared at his babysitter, who could only chuckle nervously. "Well, I think I saw something in the fridge..." Nink went to the kitchen and returned with a piece of pie, conveniently marked with Ardi's name. "This is it? Hmph." The fire dragon ate his desert, but demanded more. "There's nothing else there, Ardi," Nink said. Before he could say any more, he was interrupted. "I told you, only my parents and other dragons can call me that!" Ardi yelled. He slammed his utensils on the table and stood up, storming into the kitchen. Nink ran after him as the dragon went to the fridge. "I told you, there isn't any pie left," He said. Ardi looked through the fridge, only to find that Nink was right. He slammed the door shut and looked up at his babysitter. "Make me more!" He demanded. Nink sighed, not believing the situation he was in. "I'll think about it. For now, go do something else. I need to clean up the dishes." Ardi stomped off in a huff, leaving Nink alone. The snow leopard gathered up the dishes and started to wash them. About ten minutes later, he had finished. Drying off his hands, he decided to take a look at that envelope he was given. He felt like he was nearing the end of his rope, and figured there might be something worthwhile inside. In it was a letter from Mrs. Firethorn, giving some extra instructions. Among it was the location of a paddle and permission to use it should Ardi misbehave. The notion of spanking rubbed Nink the wrong way, but then he came upon a most startling revelation. That while Ardi was indeed a fire dragon, he was too young to fly or even breathe fire. One huge reason Nink bowed to Ardi's demands was the fear of being turned into a crispy kitty, but now he knew that Ardi's threats were nothing more than a bunch of hot air. For a second, Nink started to reconsider the spanking option, but decided to keep it as a last resort. At least now he knew he had the upper hand in the situation. Perhaps it was time to confront Ardi with his lie and let him know he doesn't hold the power anymore.

Once outside the young dragon's bedroom door, Nink paused to collect his thoughts. He located and brought the paddle with him, but opted to place it next to the bedroom door. Nink figured it wouldn't be a good idea to go barging in the boy's bedroom brandishing the paddle. Best to wait and see if it's even necessary. With a deep breath and a sigh, the feline opened up the door and walked in. Inside was like a boy's dream come true. Against the right wall was an entertainment center with every video game system of the past two hardware cycles and cabinets overflowing with games. On the wall directly opposite the door was a desk with a high-end computer built for bleeding-edge gaming and a big 25" widescreen monitor. In each of the corners of the room were speakers for not one, but two surround sound systems, one for the consoles and one for the computer. The left wall was home to a walk-in closet, larger than a boy Ardi's age probably needed, and as far as Nink could see through the one open door, it was full of fancy and expensive clothing. The bed was against the same wall as the door, and had the most posh pillows and blanket the feline had ever seen. On the bed sat Ardi, his legs crossed, toes wiggling, and his hands holding his Nintendo 3DS. He paused his game and looked up at his babysitter with a look of general annoyance. "Who said you could come in my room, you fleabag?" Those words hit Nink hard. He had already dealt with a lot of the boy's attitude already, but seeing the luxuriousness that was the dragon's bedroom caused something in him to snap. Nink silently walked toward the dragon boy. "Hey, didn't you hear my warnings earlier? I can fry you where you stand," Ardi said with a hint of nervousness. His babysitter was acting differently all of a sudden. Nink got to the edge of the bed and stared at the defiant dragon boy. While Ardi tried to look tough, his anxiety started to show through. Quickly, Nink grabbed the boy's arm, causing a brief yelp from the younger boy. In one smooth motion, Nink was sitting on the bed with Ardi sprawled over his knees. Ardi began to protest and tried to wiggle away, but it was no use. Soon his shorts were around his ankles, exposing his bare backside. For a second, Nink admired the sight, something he didn't expect to see that night, and it caused a brief stirring in his loins, but he quickly refocused himself. "You've been a bad boy, Ardi," Nink finally spoke. "You lied to me about being able to breathe fire, you lied about being able to fly, and you have behaved like a spoilt brat all evening long. You need to learn how to behave." The snow leopard's hand rose up and came down hard on the bare bottom of the dragon, making him whine in pain. He begged for forgiveness, but the spanks kept coming. First it was just a rapid-fire of quick, stinking swats, but then it turned into slower, more deliberate smacks. After a couple dozen spankings, Nink picked up Ardi and set him on his bed. The sounds of the dragon boy sobbing filled the room, and for a moment Nink felt remorse. He looked back at the boy who was now glaring at him with tear-stained eyes. "Fuck you, you mangy furball. Just wait until my mom hears about this," the defiant dragon said. Nink knew then that he wasn't through. He walked to the doorway, reached outside, and grabbed the paddle. Ardi's eyes flew open at the sight of it. "Your mom gave me full permission to not only spank you if you got out of hand, but to use this, as well," Nink said, calmly. "I don't think she'll have any objections." The boy tried to pull up his shorts and scurry off his bed, but his feline babysitter was just too fast. Grabbing the boy's ankle, Nink pulled him back toward the edge of the bed, and back over his knees. Seconds later the sound of wood hitting scaly flesh was heard along with the sobs of a certain spoilt child. About two minutes had passed, and the dragon boy's cries had become hoarse, his face was stained with tears, and his butt shone bright red. Nink set the paddle down, pulled up the boy's shorts, and set him upright. He grabbed some tissues from the nearby night stand and started cleaning off Ardi's face. At first the young boy tried to resist, still upset over what had just transpired, but the sudden gentleness of his babysitter was just what the now-vulnerable boy needed. Nink wrapped his arms around Ardi, as the dragon buried his face in Nink's chest, still letting out choked sobs. The hug lasted almost as long as the spanking had. Other than the boy's cries, they both remained silent. After Ardi had finally calmed down, Nink pulled the boy away. He looked down, trying to keep an air of authority, and stood the boy up on his feet. "I think it's about time you got ready for bed," he said. Ardi meekly nodded and walked over to his closet, whimpering with each step. Nink hoped he could rely on the boy to behave himself the rest of the evening. He grabbed the paddle and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. All the while thinking that maybe he could finally get some studying done.

About an hour had passed. Sitting in the leather chair he had admired so much earlier that evening, Nink had finished his studying and started looking through his backpack for some other reading material. He hadn't heard from his young charge since he left the boy's room, for which he was quite thankful. While Nink thought the boy was quite beautiful, he was also a real brat. Nink had just pulled out one of his favorite comic books when he heard a shuffling from behind. "Mister Nink, sir?" The voice asked. Nink turned around and saw Ardi behind him. The young dragon wore just a long t-shirt and his underwear, a pair of superhero briefs. "What is it, Ardarian?" Nink responded. "You can call me Ardi, sir." "Okay, Ardi." Nink smiled at this unexpected change of attitude. Perhaps the spanking had gotten through to the young boy. "I'm sorry for how I behaved earlier." Ardi lowered his head and swayed from side to side, slightly blushing from embarrassment. "I accept your apology, Ardi," Nink said. For a moment, he expected the boy to leave, but instead he remained standing as if there was something troubling him. "Is there something wrong?" "Well, umm..." Ardi hesitated. "I'm kinda afraid of being in my room alone at night. The darkness is scary." "What do you do when your parents are home, then?" "Usually one of 'em stays with me till I fall asleep. Sometimes I sleep with them in their room." At this point, Ardi was heavily blushing. The admission seemed really difficult for the headstrong young dragon to make. "I was wondering if maybe... Maybe you could stay with me in my room for a while?" "I don't know, Ardi, you really should learn to face this fear yourself," Nink said. "I know. But I'd really feel better with a big, tough, handsom-- I mean, umm... hand-strong feline such as yourself with me." These words struck Nink hard. He had to ask himself if Ardi really thought the same way about him that he thought about Ardi. Nink began to blush, as well. "Well, since you put it that way, let's go." The feline stood up, put his books away, and followed Ardi back up to his room.

Once up in the boy's room, after the door shut, Nink looked around. He could see how the room could be scary in the darkness. The shadows of all the boy's possessions danced on the walls and created a very eerie feeling. Again Ardi sat on the edge of his bed, his feet swaying, looking up at his babysitter with a mix of eagerness and anxiety. The dragon kept shifting his weight due to the soreness of his behind. "You can, uhh... you can share the bed with me, if you want," Ardi said. Without a word, Nink walked to the other side of the bed, lifted the covers, and crawled inside. Ardi crawled under the bed from the other side, and shifted himself so he was facing his babysitter. "So, is this all you want, Ardi?" Nink asked. "Or do you want a little more?" A furred hand slid down the side of the dragon's body and found its way to the boy's rump. Nink squeezed Ardi's butt, eliciting a pained whimper from the boy. "Aaahh..." He groaned. The furred hand moved its way from the boy's backside to his front. A gentle squeeze and a few seconds of rubbing made the younger boy moan and wiggle. "Mmmm. I like that. More, please." Nink got the urge to be more daring. He leaned in and kissed Ardi on the mouth. At first, the dragon was taken aback, but he quickly returned the favor. In fact, Ardi was the first to open his mouth, a move that surprised Nink, but one that the feline welcomed eagerly. Nink continued stroking Ardi's boyhood as the two kissed with an air of passion. The younger boy's small erection began to poke out of his undies, and the two broke the kiss. "Where'd you learn to do that?" Nink asked. "Well, I've seen mom and dad kiss a lot," Ardi said He started to blush once more. "I wanna do something more with you. Have you heard of sex?" The young dragon nodded his head. "Well, I'm going to have to find something. Do you know where your parents keep their naughty stuff?" "In the second drawer of their dresser, I think."

A few minutes later, Nink returned. Ardi had already discarded his briefs and was gently stroking himself. Nink stood in awe of the boy's beauty, enhanced by the moonlight shining in through the window. He had found the parents' sexual lubricant and had already applied it to himself, and had a nice glob of it on his finger. He didn't dare bring it with him to the boy's room, lest they be caught. The feline took his discarded pants and underwear and shoved them under the bed and climbed in behind the younger boy. Using his finger, he rubbed Ardi's anus, making sure it was heavily lubricated, and wiped the excess on the bed sheet. Once more the two were covered by the blanket, and Nink grabbed Ardi's hips and pulled him close. "This may hurt at first, but you'll like it soon." Ardi gritted his teeth as Nink slowly pushed in. The dragon hissed as the pain started to wash over him, but he soon found a familiar hand rubbing his immature testicles and erection. Soon, the feline was fully inside Ardi, who moaned in a mix of pain and pleasure. "Let me know when the pain in your butt goes away, okay?" Ardi nodded, while a couple tears fell down his cheek. More minutes passed as the two laid there, connected to one another. Nink continued masturbating the young Ardi, whose breath began to grow heavier and more rapid. "Aaaahhh!" He moaned, his body shivering, his rectum clenching. Nink knew that Ardi was riding his first orgasm of the night, and possibly his first orgasm ever. The feline leaned in and kissed his partner's cheek. "Was that good?" He asked. Ardi weakly nodded. "My-- My butt doesn't hurt as much," He gasped. Slowly, Nink began moving in and out of his younger partner. His hands moved from the boy's genitals and moved to his hips. He couldn't help but squeeze the boy's butt once more, eliciting yet another pained whimper as the flesh was still sore from earlier the evening. Nink picked up the pace, and could tell that Ardi was coming up on a second orgasm. The first felt like a vice on the older boy's member, and he couldn't wait to feel the second. Both boys began panting and the bed started squeaking. Ardi was the first to reach his climax, moaning loudly once again as his body shivered. The younger boy's spasms was more than enough to send Nink over the edge, as he started spraying his seed up Ardi's rectum. The boys road their orgasms for almost a full minute before coming down. "Aahhh," Ardi gasped. "What-- what was that you did in me?" "That was-- ah-- that was an ejaculation. Boys do that when they're old enough. You'll do it in a couple years, I think." "Mmm... I really liked that. Do you think you can be my babysitter again, Mister Nink?" "Any time you want, Ardi."

An hour later, Mr. and Mrs. Firethorn arrived home. They noticed Nink's bike still out front, and his backpack still in the living room. With no sight of the feline, the parents had a good idea where to find him. Mrs. Firethorn went up to her son's room and walked in, seeing Ardi and his babysitter fast asleep. She giggled to herself, thinking it sweet that Nink would help calm Ardi's fears of the dark. She leaned down and kissed Ardi's forehead and walked out of the room, closing the door gently on the way out, completely unaware of what was going on underneath the covers.