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Rainfall (by Mr Foxy Paws)

'Master! Master, could we slow down a little?'

'What's up little pet?' asked the white dragon master, turning around to look at his skunk. They had been trudging along the rough country path for over half an hour, having left their camp-site down by the lake earlier that afternoon. 'Ah, I forgot, you're carrying both our rucksacks.'

'I picked yours up after we stopped to fill our water bottles, Master.'

'Here, let me take it pet,' said the dragon, concern creasing his face. 'I hadn't meant for you to carry it all this way,' he added, taking the weighty bag and slipping it easily over his own right shoulder.

'Are you sure, Master?'

'It's only another ten minutes and then we'll be at the cabin I booked for tonight. Come on young skunklet, we're almost there!' he cried jovially, his bright dragon eyes wide with excitement and good humour.

The little skunk murred: two whole days with master! An evening camping, a morning exploring, an afternoon swimming and now they were going to spend their second evening in a log cabin.

'Wait! Oh, no!' said little skunk, holding out an upturned black furry paw.

'What?'

'I think it's beginning to rain, Master.'

Dragon and skunk both turned their heads up to the sky, and Master held out his own paw too.

Plip. And then another. Plop. Plip, plop. Plip plop plip-plop-plip.

'We'd better hurry, Master, or we'll get soaked,' squealed little skunk, grabbing his master's paw to drag him along the path towards their shelter for the night.

'Hey, hey, booboo, not so fast. Come here.' The little skunk felt his master's firm grip pull him back. Anxiously, wondering what he'd done wrong, the small pet looked up at his master.

'You scared of the rain?' his dragon lord asked playfully.

'No, it's just that -'

'Hush,' said the dragon, pressing a furry digit to his pet's lips.

The little skunk fell silent and raised his head, exploring his master's face.

'Hush now little pet,' repeated the master, slipping the rucksack off his shoulder and onto the floor. 'Yours too,' he said, lifting the heavy load off his skunk's back and propping it up against his own bag.

All around, the rain began to fall more heavily; large drops of water pummelling the dry-earth path, at first creating small craters in the sandy dust but soon turning the ground to puddles of mud.

'But -'

'Hush, booboo,' said the master, a smile playing at the corners of his dragon mouth.

Little skunk blinked as drops of water streamed down his black and white furry face, slicking the fur of his up-turned muzzle. He reached up to brush aside a lock of long blue hair that was clinging wetly to his forehead, but before his paw could touch it the white dragon master had already swept it clear; his master was stroking his face, wiping away the raindrops and smoothing his pet's bedraggled fur.

'Mew?' asked little skunk, plaintively, not entirely sure what he was asking, not entirely sure where his master was going with this grooming; his breathing all but halted with anticipation.

'Have I ever told you,' asked the dragon, leaning forwards and nestling his snout into the skunk's dark blue head-fur, 'how much I love your hair?'

'Mew?' repeated little skunk helplessly.

'And how I just adore the smell of wet skunk fur,' he continued, running his muzzle down his from his pet's hair to his forehead. 'You are just way too cute, pet,' he said, kissing the skunk's nose.

Little skunk squealed with surprised delight, causing Master to giggle.

'Oh how I loooove wet skunk,' repeated the dragon, drawing back to take a better look at his pet, then tilting his head such a tiny fraction that you wouldn't consciously notice. Not consciously. But something in little skunk recognised the gesture and he too tilted his head, in that same imperceptible manner. Silent, sub-subliminal communication; each moved a little more, a little closer, their eyes closing and their lips parting.

Suddenly, 'Wait!' squawked the skunk.

The white dragon pulled back, surprised, a flicker of hurt edging around his eyes.

'What? What is it booboo?'

'T-There are some people coming down the path!'

'You're not ashamed of me, are you, young skunk?'

'N-No, it's just ...'

'Just that?'

'A dragon and a skunk ...'

'And?' pressed the dragon, cocking an eyebrow.

It was true: all in the world that mattered to the small pet was his master.

'Kiss me,' said the little skunk. 'Kiss me, Master.'

'Oh, I intend to,' said the dragon, as little skunk felt his master wrap his arms about him, lift him easily into the air and swing him up against the gnarled trunk of a nearby tree. Almost instantly, the pet felt his master's tongue at his lips, his master's bulge at his crotch, as the dragon lord embraced his skunk pet and pinned him against a great oak.

This time, rather than being rendered shy, the approaching fellow walkers had the opposite effect; little skunk was anxious to show his master that we wasn't ashamed of their relationship, that he loved his master no matter who or what or when or why or how, and that he would proudly show that love to the world.

'Mmmph,' said the dragon, struggling to breath under the assault of his pet's deeply-tongued kissing. 'Mmmmph.'

Little skunk continued, his paws holding his master's head, keeping it close, keeping it firmly in place as his tongue looped and swirled and danced with his master's. Now and again his tongue retreated, but only long enough for him to tease and toy with his master's lips, one moment sucking and the next moment nibbling. Automatically, the pet stretched a rain-matted skunky paw down towards his master's crotch, fumbling for the button, for the zipper, for anything to grab hold of.

'No, no, not here booboo,' said Master. 'That's what the cabin is for. That's what tonight is for. Come on, I'm soaked and getting frozen to my bones.' The dragon once again lifted his pet off the ground and swung him gently back onto the path.

'Cold, Master? You need huggles,' said little skunk, reaching both paws around his master and squeezing him in a loving if rather tight embrace.

'Daww, I'm warming up already pet,' said the dragon. 'But come on, before it gets dark.'

Taking him by the paw, the dragon led his skunklet pet along the path towards their evening.

*

'You light the fire while I have a shower, pet,' said the dragon as they entered the log cabin which they had finally found hidden among trees halfway up the hillside.

'Yes, Master.'

The white dragon watched as his pet set down his backpack and padded towards the hearth in search of matches, leaving a dappled trail of water-drops on the wooden floor-boards.

'You're soaking, pet!'

'Yes, Master.'

'You should get out of those wet clothes.'

'Yes, Master. After I light the fire, Master.'

'Come here, booboo.'

The little skunk turned around and walked back to his master, head hung low for fear of having broken some rule or done something wrong. 'Master?'

'Let's take off your jacket, it's all wet,' said the dragon. And then: 'Gosh this shirt is wet too, that's got to go.'

The little skunk stood before his master and trembled; shivers of cold blending with quivers of anticipation.

'Y-Your clothes are wet too, Master,' said the skunk.

'Hmm,' agreed the white dragon, removing his own jacket and shirt while continuing to eye his pet. 'Your trousers look wet too, booboo. You ought to slip them off,' he observed, undoing his own belt and unzipping the flies.

'If you say so, Master,' said the skunk, dropping his jeans to reveal a tented pair of black boxer shorts. 'Here, let me help you with yours,' he added, kneeling down and grasping the waistband of his master's trousers. He pulled them down over his master's hips, uncovering a pair of straining white boxers.

'Hmmmm, tasty,' said little skunk, rubbing his snout against the dragon's bulge, then slipping a paw around the tight elastic of the white boxing shorts.

'Hey, hey, later booboo. It's shower time, come on.'

Little skunk stood up and the dragon led him through to the bathroom, where Master finished undressing. The skunk's eyes devoured his master's smoothly toned body, the strong yet subtle muscles, the soft furry down of his tanned flesh, the large low-slung ball-sack, and the thick dragon member jutting firmly up between his legs, its foreskin peeling back to reveal a hungry and excited crimson head. Little skunk lipped his lips.

'You not showering, pet?'

The skunk tore off his remaining clothes and joined his master under the shower.

'Ah, that's better, that's so much better,' said Master, turning his body this way and that, allowing the steaming shower rivulets to course over and around the curves of his strong frame.

'Let me wash you,' said little skunk, squirting some shower gel onto a paw and starting to work it into his master's hair.

'Ahhhh, yes booboo, yes. And my neck, my neck needs a massage.'

Little skunk worked his paws slowly down his master's body, stopping for several minutes to massage the dragon's neck and to knead his shoulders, before lifting his master's arms to rub soapy water around their pits, and then over his chest and nipples.

'Oooh, that feels good, pet.'

Then skunk lathered a paw with more shower gel and ran it up and down his master's crack, finding and teasing the dragon's tail hole.

'Oh, oh, ohhh. Later, pet, later. But my cock might need washing.'

Little skunk took another pawful of gel and knelt before his master, crowning the dragon's heavy jewels with laces of thick sudsy water. Then the pet rubbed his master's member clean, pulling back the foreskin and massaging in and around its barbed head; he gently scrubbed around his master's knot, then cupped the weighty balls and carefully bathed them as well. Finally, he kissed the tip of his master's rigid, protruding cock-head, and eagerly started to wrap his lips around it.

Master tensed with excitement, but put his paws down on his pet's shoulders to edge him away.

'Save it for later, booboo. We need to get that fire lit, remember?'

'Awww.'

''s ok, skunky,' said master, reaching down with a purple talon to lift up his pet's chin. 'Later, hey?'

*

'Well that meal was delicious, pet. I knew you were a good cook, but that was stunning.'

Little skunk smiled inwardly; Master's praise always made him feel like snuggles inside.

'I think I might just take a little doze now, in front of the fire. It's been a long day, booboo.'

'I'm pretty tired too. I might join you -' and here little skunk hesitated '- if that's all right.'

'Sure, skunks,' said the dragon, settling down on the large thick-woven hearth-rug. 'Wow it's hot, that's one heck of a log fire you've got going, pet.'

Again, his master's praise drove a shiver of pleasure racing down the little skunklet's spine,

'I think maybe I'll just sleep in my boxers tonight. You going to join me then?'

Shyly, the skunk skinned down to his boxers as well, and lay beside his master. Tentatively, he placed a paw on his master's chest. 'Hmm,' the dragon responded sleepily. Slowly, little skunk slid his paw southwards, slipping it under his master's boxing shorts. 'Hmm-mmm,' murmured the white dragon, his yellow whiskers twitching. Gently, his little skunky digits felt their way around and located his master's dormant, swollen cock; as skunk touch met dragon organ, his master let out a small grunt of dozy pleasure. Softly, skunk paw wrapped itself loosely around dragon shaft, pulling the foreskin back and then, a few moments later, pulling it up again, caressing the hardening member. 'Hmm, goooood,' said master sleepily, parting his legs a little. Quietly, little skunk sat up and moved to nestle down between his master's legs, Then, inch by delicate inch, he slid the elastic down over his master's bronzed hips, revealing the monster prize beneath; a fully-swollen dragon cock, jutting stiffly and expectantly over his master's stomach. Little skunk edged forward in the firelight, lifted the cock upright with all the care that a mother might show to her first-born child, and bowed his head. 'Hmmmmm, nice,' his master murmured. Then, the skunk licked his lips and lowered his head another fraction, taking the tip of his master's cock-head into his mouth; he caressed it with his tongue, first circling one way, and then the other, broad licks painting around and across the entire crimson dragon-head. 'Oh, oh,' his master whimpered. Little skunk raised his head and looked back down at his work, noticing a small drop of pre; steadying his master's member with one paw, and squeezing along it with the other, little skunk encouraged more of the liquid cream out from his master's dragon-hood. Then, he bent down and sampled it with the tip of his wet skunk tongue: it was exquisite. Again, making the early dragon juice last, little skunk took another tiny taste with just the very end of his tongue, and savoured it just as a sommelier tasting the finest of vintage wines. Finally, unable to restrain his skunky desires a moment further, little skunk lapped the remaining pre and then deep-throated his master's throbbing member. 'Hm-mmmm,' sighed the dragon. The skunk continued, slowly at first, kneeling between his master's legs, on the large hearth rug in front of the crackling fire, lowering his head to consume his master's stiff organ right down to its white furry knot, then raising his head to slurp the foreskin and glowing exposed head; lowering and raising, up and down, up and down, gradually and smoothly working up rhythm, working up speed; bobbing, bobbing, bobbing up and down like a well-oiled industrial piston. 'Oh, oh,' breathed his master, and then little skunk felt the sudden familiar twinges of a cock ready to fire. 'Nggh,' grunted his master, as the skunk felt three, four and then a fifth load of creamy dragon soda lash against the back of his throat. 'Ooooh skunky skunky,' said his master. Little skunk continued sucking a few moments longer, then withdrew his master's cock and inspected it: there were still several strings of unlicked cum. With perfect skunky skill, the small pet once again lowered his head and worked his tongue around his master's member, stealing of all its dragon soda iced-topping. Eventually, and only when a final inspection yielded no more rich velvety-sweet dragon juice, little skunk drew himself up and settled back down stretched out alongside his master. Exhausted from a long day, he rested his tired skunk head down on his master's gently-rising, gently-falling, warm furry chest.

Instinctively, the dozing dragon wrapped an arm around little skunk and drew him close. Soon, pet and master were breathing in unison, their tightly-entwirled bodies sleeping soundlessly in the flickering fire-light.

The End.