Cuteness falls.

Story by dusty779 on SoFurry

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#10 of Prompt series

Hi all, i know it has been a few weeks, but the prompts have not been very... useful lately to this series. I decided to change up POV once again as an experiment, PLEASE let me know if you think it works or I really stuffed up this chapter.

This weeks Prompt was: "It's not ESP, it's a matter of paying attention."

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Warning, this is an 18+ story, anyone under that age should leave NOW. Contains Adult themes and language and is not suitable for any under that age.


The trek back from where we had found him had been stressful and saddening. Daddy was quiet while I lay over his shoulders. Ahead of us was Matriarch, her mate walking aside her with the drake laid carefully over her back, supported either side by her wings.

Matriarch had shown off her irritation the whole time, to the point that even Daddy could pick it up. However she was scolded by her mate when the drake atop her back gave a loud whimper mixed with a sob. His body tried to remain rigidly still, but he was visibly terrified.

Back at our den, I was laid on the back of the large funny shaped nest, the strange male laid carefully on the lower part. Daddy started wrapping his ouchies in strips of cloth while talking with Matriarch and her funny mate.

The tall while male sat on the smaller odd looking nest, while Matriarch sat beside him. Every now and then the weird drake below me would say something, or make the nest shake with his jolting in pain from Daddies attention.

Eventually they all turned their attention to me and paused in their conversation. Daddy was holding the pretty rock around the drakes neck and gave a tugging motion. I remembered what had happened earlier when I accidentally snagged it on my horns and broke it.

"I'm sorry." I tried to say but as usual, they didn't understand me. It confused me somewhat that the drake and Matriarch couldn't either, as fellow dragons, I thought they at least would be able to. Daddy chuckled softly and reached out to gently rub at my head.

"More, more!" I requested and nuzzled against his hand trying to encourage him to keep petting, but again, he didn't understand my simple request and pulled his hand away. He began talking once more while continuing to wrap the drake in cloth and nasty smelling goo.

When Daddy finished talking the drake started. I couldn't understand him, but I could sense the emotions heavy in his words and body language. I could feel him getting more and more unhappy as he progressed, so I moved, sliding down the inside of the nest and carefully crawled onto his belly and chest, cautious of where I knew I could hurt him.

Everyone had stopped to watch me as I gently nuzzled at his chin before getting comfortable laying over his chest. He gave a sigh and gently brushed his hand over my back, eliciting a happy trill from my chest and throat.

Knowing when Daddy was upset or happy hadn't taken long to learn. I couldn't understand his words yet, but I didn't need ESP to be able to understand him, It was just a matter of paying attention to his body language and tone of voice.

It was much the same with Matriarch and the drake I lay upon. Although they were better at showing their emotions and desires. I also understood that while she was my Matriarch, I didn't need to do as she told me to. Daddy was the only one I needed to take orders from, but he still gave me some level of freedom.

So even though, as I lay upon the drake earning myself some petting, she was ordering me through her body language to get off of him, I remained. Daddy had not given any such order, meaning I was free to remain where I was, seemingly content to let me continue to try to sooth the upset male I was upon. Which only seemed to irritate her all the more.

When she interrupted the drake, demanding more vocally that I move, Daddy, and her mate, scolded her. Both I and the drake looked to each other, eyes meeting before I gave a soft whimper. I didn't want to move, he was comfortable, and the stroking down my neck and back was heavenly.

He didn't seem to want me to move either, his hand still placed upon my back between my wings, yet it was gentle enough that if I wished to move I could. He began talking again once Daddy had finished scolding Matriarch, taking comfort in my presence as he did.

As he spoke I gave a loud yawn and settled more against the drake, nuzzling into his fur before starting to drift off to sleep. The sound of his heartbeat, the soft petting down my back and his soft fur soon lulling me into a nap.

I was woken by a hand gently shaking me, I blinked and realised I had rolled onto my back on the drakes chest. Daddy was trying to wake me, his hand gently shaking me while his face held a constant, loving, if amused, smile.

"What?" I asked and he, and the drake below me, giggled softly. Daddy gently lifted me into his arms and he carried me over to where my food dish was. I looked around the den, not seeing Matriarch or her mate anywhere before turning my gaze towards the food receptacle. My eyes widened and stomach grumbled hungrily when I saw that it was filled with delicious smelling food.

When I started to squirm, trying to get out of Daddy's grip, I was placed down gently in front of it and I sniffed, taking in all the different scents it gave off. It was mainly broth, but did have some chunks of meat floating in it. Ever since I had injured my wing while trying to protect my parent, I had been fed primarily rich, meaty liquids, but I was happy that solids were starting to be introduced.

"Thank you Daddy!" I announced looking up at him, eliciting a giggle in reply. He motioned for me to eat and I dug in with little delay. He did need to pull my head back a little as, per usual, in my enthusiasm I submerged my snout to the bottom of the dish.

As I ate I could head them eating their own, feeling eyes on me from time to time before I could feel both sets of eyes linger on me. I swallowed what was in my maw, turning my head to look at Daddy and the drake.

"What?" I asked only getting chuckles in reply as, they again didn't understand me, yet they both seemed to pick up on the fact I was uncomfortable. Daddy urged to return to my food with a coo and wave of one of his fore-claws. I hesitated for a moment before doing so, finding a juicy piece of meat and started chewing on it, letting its juices fill my maw.

I lapped up every drop and morsel of my meal before announcing I was finished and trotted over to where Daddy and the drake were sitting. As usual I tried to get more food from Daddy, sniffing towards his own portion although I was scolded playfully.

When they both finished I was permitted to lick clean what remained before Daddy took them to another part of our den to clean them. While he was there, I moved to nuzzle up against the drakes legs, resting my fore-claws on his knees as he scratched at my neck.

I was happy to know that he wasn't upset anymore, the body language he gave off was one of decreasing stress and entertained comfort, probably at my expense. It comforted me somewhat however, to know that I was helping him.

He started teasing me with one of his fore-claws, rubbing my face roughly then pulling away, leaving me to playfully snap at his claws whenever they got close again. I knew that he wasn't being cruel with his actions, just trying to keep himself and I entertained while we waited for Daddy to return.

The drake was all smiles and chuckles as we played, only scolding me if I managed to catch his digits and bit down too hard. When Daddy came back he chuckled loudly watching our antics. He, sadly, ended our game and assisted the drake to lay back on the nest, covering him with a thin, soft hide.

"Aww is it bedtime already?" I asked, getting a soft chuckle and pet from Daddy as he started towards the part of our den where Daddy and I slept. He tried to get me to go with him, trying to encourage that we needed to sleep and that the drake should be left alone to rest alone for the night.

He ushered me to my own bed in the corner as he removed the fabric was covering him. I didn't understand why he wore those, they seemed pointless, and probably uncomfortable much like the strips covering the sore on my wing.

After making sure the entrance to our sleeping den was closed, he laid down on his own nest, covering himself with warm hides before turning off the small fire that illuminated the area. He called out to me lovingly, something he did every night, and I called out in return before curling up to sleep.

As I dozed off, I wondered what the new day would bring, when I could play with the new drake again, and if he would stay and live with Daddy and I after he finished getting better.