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The Life and Trials

Of

The Draconian Apprentice

Chapter II

The train came to a stop in a station.

The dragoness cooed and licked her new lover.

Salieri and Ondine had both made good use of the bunk in her compartment. Now she lay nude upon him, his cream leaking from her.

Ondine kissed him. "Well, Leo's bragging was well placed, young one. You are lively."

He kissed her back. "I'm glad you liked it."

There was knocking from outside. "Alright you two, this is your stop! Clean up and go, please!"

Ondine frowned and called out. "In a minute!" She climbed down and collected her clothes, then his.

The apprentice and his new master/lover stepped down from the train, both smelling of their exploits. Ondine patted him. "Not to worry, I know where we can stop for a quick cleansing before we head home."

Ondine took the drake to a sort of public bathhouse. It was unisex so they could be in the same room and bathe together. She paid the owner enough for the both of them then led him in.

It made the dragon blush to bathe with this female, even if he had just had sex with her not long ago. She doted on him in a motherly fashion, washing his back, behind his ears, except when she got to his erogenous areas like his neck, nipples, his genitals then she bathed him like a lover. She grinned at the 8-incher he sported from the attention she gave him, giggled from the quiet whispers of other people that looked their way.

She stopped then sat in the communal bathwater before him. "Don't forget to scrub out my pussy, young Salieri, you make the mess, you clean it up." She teased as he started to wash her.

They were finished bathing, then they got back into their travel clothes.

...

Ondine led Salieri to her flat in the city. "Why live in so humble surroundings, Mistress?"

She laughed, "I am widowed, I no longer need such a big old house to keep me from the world."

"Widow? You had a mate?"

"That I did." She opened the door to let him in. She closed it behind her. In her living room, Ondine found an old family picture then showed it to Salieri.

"Oh, he wasn't a dragon?"

She smiled as she brushed her dead husband's beak, "No he was not."

The male standing by her in the picture was a falcon, at least a foot smaller than her. What stunned the young drake more was the presence of feathered dragonlings in the same picture.

"Wow, I didn't know you could mate outside the species."

She grinned, "Dragons are among the few that can, Salieri."

Salieri nodded. "I see." He noted the curved beaks the kids had in lieu of a dragon's maw. "Where are your kids?"

She smiled. "Full grown, living their own lives away from home. They still visit on holidays or on my hatchday. They're good eggs, just like their father." She tapped him on the nose. "Come, I will show you your room, then we can begin your apprenticeship."

Salieri nodded. "Yes, Ondine."

She spoke as she walked, "Speaking of, what are you interested in learning? You're free to live with me as long as you like, but you must earn your keep" she stopped for a second "and sex is not an occupation, Dear."

Salieri stopped to think, "I... hadn't really thought about it. Um, Ondine, how were you able to move my bags before?"

Ondine sat on his new bed then smiled, "I'm telekinetic, baby."

"How do you do that?"

She shrugged, "Well, for white dragons, it just comes natural. Just like for red dragons like your family, you can control fire, I can move things with my mind.

Salieri nodded, "I don't have such ability, I can make ice though."

She nodded, "Blue dragons are good with cold arts."

"Could you teach me telekinesis? Or is this power exclusive to different dragons?"

Ondine shook her head, "No. Power is not exclusive. I know a few dragons who have learned abilities outside of their race." She stood up. She hung her robe on a coat rack. "So you wish to learn my power?"

"Yes, madam... in fact, I want to learn it all. Every dragon power there is, I want to learn."

Ondine smiled, "Well, that may take some work."

...

General Noir arrived at the local magistrate's office. He addressed the gryphoness at the front desk, "I am here to see the magistrate."

She looked up from her typing. "He's in a meeting, sir. You'll have to wait." She tapped on her crystal ball, informing her magistrate of Noir's arrival.

The black dragon nodded, "Fine." He sat on a bench to wait.

After a while, the magistrate's office doors opened and the old gryphon stepped out, holding a dragon of similar age as if they were old chums. "Well, fly home safe, friend."

The dragon laughed, "Same to you, you old feather duster."

The old gryphon saw the black dragon as his friend left. "Ah, General, it's good that you have come. Please, come in with me, we have much to speak of."

...

Noir sat before Magistrate Trimble.

The gryphon fetched his smoking tobacco, "You don't mind if I smoke while we talk do you?"

Noir chuckled, "Not at all."

Trimble laughed, "Thank you, I'd been itching for a smoke all day, but I couldn't because my brother-in-law had dropped in for a visit. He's got asthma you see."

Noir blinked, "Brother-in-law? That old dragon? Hmm, didn't know you had scales in your bloodline."

Trimble nodded, "Oh, I do. He married my sister, she's had kids with him, so yes I have scales, as you dragons say, in my family." Trimble lit his fresh-rolled cigar then took a deep drag. He blew out a column of smoke to rival some red dragons. "Now, to business! I assume you have read my letter."

Noir held it up. "I brought it with me."

The gryphon nodded, "Yes, and do you agree with what I wrote?"

Noir tilted his head. "Agree? I was the one who brought the matter to you in the first place. I told you, we need stricter laws for non-magical beings. You saw what happened this morning at Pietr's Moon Tavern."

Trimble shivered, "Yes, yes, one thinks he's seen everything until he's seen a fellow castrated then gutted like a wild animal. Sometimes I fear for my own family; my lovely daughter works here as my secretary only so I can have her near and protect her. However, I am but one gryphon, I can only do so much." He turned to the dragon, "But... what you suggest is oppression, Noir. What you are suggesting is for me to rob certain civilians of their rights to protect the rest."

Noir remained calm. "Some are not deserving of rights, sir."

"You mean like the kobolds or the gnolls..."

The black dragon exhaled, "You know as well how dangerous they can be when left to their own designs. It's best to retard them of certain freedoms."

Trimble shook his head, "No. It is discrimination, and it would cost me my seat here in this building."

Noir growled, "And here I thought you were being smart for once."

The gryphon banged on his desk. "We're finished here. Please leave."

Noir stood in a threatening manner.

The magistrate panicked and opened his drawer, taking out a magic medallion.

One of the black dragon's slithery tendrils caught the gryphon, burning his wrist. "There was no need for that, old bird." He threw the magistrate back over his chair then stormed out.

An elven guard stopped him. He promptly pushed him aside.

...

Salieri stood in a dark room, somewhere below Ondine's home. She had led him down here after he'd settled into his new living quarters.

She clapped her hands calmly and the magic candles lit the space.

The blue drake opened his mouth in awe as the white cobblestone floor revealed itself. The walls were the same stone but many adornments livened the room from weapons to trophies and at the center of the back wall, the emblem of Ondine's family. It was a dragon with wave lines surrounding its head, to suggest its telekinetic strength. Very cute, he mused.

She saw how he smiled at the symbol. "Yes, I designed that myself. It's much more fun looking than the usual, boring, emblem that adorns other dojos." She explained to him.

He looked at the center of the room where there was a great ring, the same emblem smack in the center. "Wow, my family's training room just had a picture of fire for our emblem."

She chuckled, "That's all you firebreathers ever put on your walls." She kissed his cheek, "No offense."

"My father doesn't like fighting so he didn't like me going down there. He'd have a heart attack for sure." He stepped up to the ring, stopping before stepping in. "May I?" He turned to ask.

Ondine put on her serious face, "No, you may not. You have to eat first, then we can start."

He pouted, "Oh."

She squinted at him.

Before he could react, an invisible force pushed the young drake clean off of his feet. He flew and hit his right cheek where he landed. He picked himself up then was pushed back down with another mental jab from his new master.

When he stopped struggling, she relented. As Salieri caught his breath, Ondine explained herself, calmly but with a hint of menace in her voice, "Rule One, Salieri, the most important one to remember while you live here in my house. Never, ever act pitiable to me. That is a trait of a coward and such behavior is not allowed here. I will train you, feed you, clothe you, but you must show me the same respect I've shown you since we boarded that train together."

The blue drake rubbed his cheek, not the one he fell on, but the one she'd struck with her telekinesis. He had a mark on his face like he'd been in a bar fight.

Ondine sighed as she helped him to his feet, "Come upstairs, I'll prepare an ice bag for your bruise, then I'll send for some food."

Salieri tilted his head, "Send? Can't you cook something here?"

She shook her head with a sad smile, "No, I was never the consummate chef that my husband was. I was the busy moneymaker in our family, he always stayed home to take care of our babies. He loved to cook, loved to create, I can hardly push myself to enter that kitchen anymore."

He cocked a brow, "But that kitchen is at your old house, you've said you moved here after he died."

She stopped but didn't look back at him. "I did say that." She changed the subject, "Come now, that bruise won't go away on its own." She walked up ahead of Salieri.

He sighed then followed her.

...

While Salieri and Ondine waited for their food to arrive, a nervous looking badger waited in some alley on a darkening street. The sun was already setting on another day.

Behind him the black dragon, General Noir, materialized out of the shadows. His tendrils wrapped first his muzzle so he couldn't scream, then the rest of his body as the general dragged him further into the dark and away from any prying eyes.

The badger was thrown roughly against a wall by the dragon, then quickly pinned before he could pull himself up.

Noir growled, "It didn't work! That man you killed today died for nothing and that cowardly gryphon in the palace will not lift a claw."

The badger sputtered, "Well, what did you expect? He was just some old drunk. A human, no less. He wasn't somebody important. I doubt he even had family."

Noir growled again, "Then your mercenaries need to hit harder, somewhere closer to the magistrate. If I'm ever to get that fool bird to see things my way, we need to show just how dangerous these non-bloods can be."

The badger chuckled, "Anything you say, Master. And you will keep your promise to get me that comfy seat in the palace?"

Noir's violet eyes softened, "Of course." He let the badger get up on his own.

The badger brushed himself off before kneeling respectfully before the general. "And who do you have in mind, sir?"

The black dragon showed his sparkling white fangs in his evil grin, "Magistrate Trimble is a family man. He cares very much for them. Hit him where it will hurt the most."

The badger nodded, accepting his grim, though quite enjoyable task. "Of course... where can I start?"

Noir leaned in, "He has a daughter, here in the city." He said no more before he sank back into the surrounding shadows.

...

The food had arrived a while ago and Salieri shared the meal with his new master.

Lady Ondine giggled the first time he coughed after trying the incredibly spicy sausages that were sent.

He had never had something so hot, but it tasted so good.

She petted him while she spoke, "I blame it on my husband." Because he was avian, he could not taste things like her. He had no teeth to eat with, so he had to gulp most of his food. He learned to cook so his meals wouldn't all be so boring. He loved spicy food the best. The hotter it was, the longer it stayed with him.

After the meal, and a quick wardrobe change, they returned to Ondine's training room.

She stood in the center dressed in a traditional dragon master's uniform. Most masters were male, she was one of the few females who was at the same level as them, so her clothing was special made to accustom her curves. She selected a large two-handed blade from her armory wall. She called it to her using her power and caught it effortlessly.

Salieri sat Indian-style and watched with childlike awe.

Ondine smirked at her one-dragon audience. She selected a curved, single-edge sword from her wall. She called it to her, stopped it then directed it towards Salieri.

The drake panicked and jumped away as the katana clattered on the floor loudly.

She frowned, "You were supposed to catch that."

Salieri's face turned purple from embarrassment, "Catch it with what, my nuts?"

Ondine mocked him, "I'm surprised you have any."

Salieri sighed, then hurried to fetch the blade. He picked it up then turned to his master. He started to walk towards her when she held her hand up.

"Hold it!" She exclaimed, "You're forgetting something."

He shrugged, "What?"

She gestured to him, "Your clothes, take them off."

He blushed, "What?"

She explained, "You are my pupil now, from this moment forth. In essence, you are my hatchling now. Are hatchlings born with clothes on, Salieri?"

He got her point, "No." He unbuttoned the clothes he'd worn from the bathhouse to here. His white button shirt came off, followed by the pantaloons his father insisted that he wear for when he met the Lady. Once naked, he stood with the Asian blade clutched in his right hand.

Ondine admired his fit young body, but now was not the time for frivolity. "Good, from now on, when you enter this dojo, you will be naked until you've proven yourself. The better you get, the more clothes I will allow you to wear during a session. When you're proven, you will wear my colors to represent me and my family line." She gestured to her uniform, a deep blue, just like her sapphire eyes. The sash binding her gi to her body was a contrasting ruby red. She turned her back to him, on the back of her uniform was her family emblem.

Salieri nodded.

Ondine clapped for his undivided attention. "Now... Salieri, before I train you, you've earlier said you had knowledge in cryokinesis, control of ice. Show me."

Salieri blushed, "I never used my ice for fighting, like I said, my dad hated fighting." He cleared his throat, "I did watch when my uncle trained his sons in fire."

Ondine nodded, "Then use that knowledge. Cryokinesis and pyrokinesis are closely related. Show me."

Salieri thought back to how his uncle trained his cousins. He took up a fighting stance that he remembered. He held the katana in front of him, dull edge to the outside. He concentrated and frost began to spread across the sharp edge of his blade. He subtly turned the blade then slashed diagonally up and to the right.

The ice power that came out was no worse than someone opening a window on a cold spring morning.

Ondine was quite disappointed, "That is all?"

He blushed purple from embarrassment, "I'd really only ever used my ice ability in sex."

Ondine smirked, "You didn't use it with me."

He scratched behind his ear. "As I recall, you were very much in charge on the train, I didn't get a chance."

She stepped out of the ring. "Must I arouse you to get a good performance? Or are you just not up to the task?"

He took that one-two punch to his ego pretty well. He got up angrily, "That was not necessary."

She slapped him, this time with a physical claw. "Never raise your voice to me, Salieri."

He held his face and glared at her.

She leaned in. "I don't think you even deserve your full name. You're behaving like a child, so I will address you as one... Sally."

He turned from her in anger.

She waited, counting to herself in 3, 2, 1...

The ice drake turned on her and with just his bare right paw, he released a blast of ice magic on the dragoness.

She created a telekinetic barrier to shield herself. The power deflected and froze the rest of the area around her within a five-foot radius.

He blinked after he realized what he'd just done.

Ondine took away the barrier. Then, she created heat to melt the ice.

He watched in silence.

She chuckled, "Did I not say that your uncle and I were lovers?"

He nodded, "You did say that. He taught you our-his power?"

"He did." She finished clearing away the frost then stepped over the puddles. She held the naked drake by his shoulder. "You did good. I'm sorry I had to rile you so, it's so rare I have company so entertaining as you." She kissed him lightly on the tip of his muzzle. "Continue to show more power like that, perhaps I will take you to bed." She teased, then her smile vanished as fast as it had appeared. "Until then, we are finished for the day. Be here first thing in the morning and be naked. Remember, you are here to learn telekinesis, not your ice magic." She walked past him.

The nude drake watched the prettiest and feistiest dragon he'd ever met as she left. He nursed the erection he'd sprouted from her teasing. "Good thing my balls are already blue." He joked to himself.

...

Night fell then.

Ondine undressed then went to bed nude as she'd always done, thanks to her exhibitionist mate. She giggled warmly as she remembered times he would make love to her in the most inconvenient of places. She shivered as her pussy tingled from the memory.

Salieri had a similar situation. He gasped under his breath as he expelled his seed after the Lady had left him so hard-up.

Meanwhile, the magistrate's office was just closing. The gryphoness secretary touched beaks tenderly with her father.

"I'm going home now, Dad." She said as she gave the scrolls she'd typed on all day to him. "Be sure to get a good night's sleep now. You need one after that boorish old dragon earlier today."

Trimble blushed, "Yes, thank you, Maricela. You're more good to me than you ever should be."

She scoffed, "Bullshit. Any gal's lucky to have a dad like you."

He nuzzled his daughter, "Have I already told you how much you look like your mother?"

She smiled as she finished packing for her flight home. "You say it everyday." She touched beaks with him again. "I love you, Dad. I'll see you tomorrow."

He waved to her nervously, "Good night, Maricela. Have a safe flight, please." He continued to clinch his teeth after she had already gone. Something just did not feel right about this night.

...

Outside the office, Maricela Trimble stood ready to take flight and head home when she swore she felt someone watching her.

She checked and saw some old hunched furre. From the smell, he was a badger. She should have just left then, but she was ever the helpful one.

The badger tried to make it look like he wasn't watching her approach him. His old-age makeup was falling apart already.

She placed a kind claw on his shoulder, "Excuse me, sir. Do you need help with something?"

He coughed and covertly gave his signal before speaking, "Do you have the time?"

She nodded as she checked her watch, "Well, it's..."

Big meaty troll hands shut her beak as the badger tore off his cheap costume. "It's time for you to shut up, darling!" He giggled wickedly as he took out a straight razor then waved it in her face.

The gryphoness tried to fight, but more mercenaries piled on to restrain her.

The badger could see her cleavage come into view as she struggled. He felt himself grow as he only imagined what he was going to do to this little squab. He signalled for his men to take her away, then he was gone as well.

...

Noir sat in his dilapidated castle hideout sipping wine. The throne he sat once belonged to an old draconic king, one who fell to the hands of non-blooded rebels.

He poured himself some more wine.

Tomorrow was another day.