Just Friends
Jumping off the straw mat bed, I ran to the hole I used as a sink, feeling sick. I always did after having a dream like the one I just did. Not because it was disgusting or gross, but because it was full of things I wanted with every fiber of my being, but knew I would never have. Could never have.
"He's not gay, Drake. Get over it."
Fej and I were lying in the grass on some remote hill. He was looking at the trees and rainbow sky typical of dawn. I was looking at him, who was more beautiful than even the best dawn sky could ever be. I loved everything about him: his long, red, unkept fur, his hyper, carefree nature, his ability to sing, play the piano and drums (although he did get quite annoying when he tried to use me as the drums, which he did on several occasions), and his love of acting. Realizing I was looking at him, he turned his head and smiled at me.
I confessed that I loved him, was in love with him, that I had felt this way for years. His smile grew wider.
"Drake, I have felt the same way for as long as I can remember. I have wanted to tell you for a while, but was afraid to. I was worried that you didn't feel the same or that you would think I was a freak."
He rolled over and got on top of me. I could feel his member getting hard against my body, and my own in response, although it was still inside my cloaca. We embraced each other and kissed. Brief ones at first, then slowly growing in length. We whispered to each other, though that disappeared, replaced with the bonding of red monkey and green dragon through mutual masturbation, though no penetration or oral sex occurred.
An hour later, we were lying in each other's arms, and I had wrapped my wings around us to protect us from anything that might try to pry us apart.
Lying on the floor, walking through the dream in my head, I began to cry. Not silently, but the rumbling cry unique to dragons.
"Damn it, this isn't right! How could I feel this way about some one else?" I asked the trashcan, which was nothing more than a hallowed out boulder. Of course, it just stood there silently, almost mockingly, as if to say it had the strength to stay standing when a mighty dragon has fallen under the pressure of its own emotions.
They confused me greatly, however. Never before had I felt the slightest emotion for any one beside Fej. Not even my parents, who, unlike other dragons, had stayed behind to watch over me even after I had hatched. No, they were simply care providers, bodyguards for me while I was still venerable to even the scrawniest animal.
Enraged by the silent trashcan, I got up and walked to the entrance of my cave. After letting my eyes adjust to the light, I walked over to my neighbor's hut, which was roughly twenty yards away; something I always do after a dream.
As always, the old cheetah, who I had come to know as Hatee, was sitting in the doorway, sipping her favorite concoction of herbs and some sweet liquid. Seeing me approach, but not recognizing who I was, she quickly sat the cup down, jumped up and began hissing at me. Stopping several feet away, I told her who I was and that I needed to talk.
She immediately stopped hissing, the smell of fear around her replaced with that of concern. Wordlessly, she went into her hut and reappeared a few minutes later with another cup, which she handed to me.
Downing it in one gulp, I winced as the bittersweet liquid slid down my esophagus. It tasted awful, but did the job of calming my nerves. She grabbed me by my left wing, something only she was permitted to do, and led me to a couple of crude chairs underneath a tree. She then got down to asking me all the usual questions
"Let me guess. Another dream? Oh, my. The third one this week. Did it involve that monkey? I see. Well, why don't you tell old Hatee all about it."
Usually, I would have, literally, bitten the head off of anyone who asked me these questions. They, however, asked them purely for their enjoyment. Hatee only wanted to help, so I answered every question as best I could. Until she had to ask the one question she knew would piss me of instantly.
"Did you try to talk to the trashcan again?" she asked with a huge smile on her face. This was the only time I ever considered hurting the fragile creature before me. As I said earlier, I felt no emotions for her, but I respected her greatly. So I simply hissed at her. This got a slight laugh out of her. She knew it was an empty threat.
"Oh, Drake, you know I'm just kidding. I'm sorry if I offended you in any way, shape, or form. Now, why is it that you love this monkey, but despise every one else of his kind?"
She knew the answer, but she always asked me this question to get me to talk. I explained to her that a group of monkeys once tried to kill me when I was very young because they accused me of slaughtering a group of their friends and family. So was the way of where we lived. If you killed someone, it is perfectly fine for their family to kill you.
"So you chased off every primate that came near you for the next fifty years, but you tolerated this one monkey. Why?"
"I don't know. There was just something about him that prevented me from harming him. He seemed so defenseless, sitting in that tree." I explained to her.
"And you befriended him, which turned into fondness, which in turn gave way to love. You taught him the way things are around here in order to protect him from the ones with ill intentions. You taught him who, what, and where to avoid, whom to trust, and those who would protect him. All of these you have done for only one other."
"And only because I owe her my life."
"But you owe me nothing."
"You are wrong. I cannot count the number of times I have wanted to take my own life because of the dreams. Each time I considered it, you were always there, helping me through it, whether you realized it or not. For that, I owe you everything, as is the way of my kind."
Though she said nothing in response, Hatee smiled broadly and tears welled up in her eyes. I could sense she was deeply grateful for what I had just said.
Before I left, I asked her if I should tell Fej how I felt about him, and she nodded. I promised her I would tell him, someday.
The next day, I returned with the intention of forcing her to promise to come to me if she felt she was about to die. I would then transfer my life essence to her, allowing her to live for several hundred more years. In this way, I would repay her.
And, of course, I needed to talk about the newest dream.
We were lying on the same hill as in the last dream, but this time we did no talking. Fej and I looked at each other, smiled, rolled onto our sides, and immediately began sucking each other's member to the point of orgasm. I had my tongue wrapped tightly around Fej's primate penis, the two halves of the forked end wrapped around the middle of my tongue to form a ring. He was simply bobbing his head back and forth, counter stroking with his tongue.
We both reached climax at the exact same time, filling both our mouths with the other's seed, which we swallowed with delight. After resting for about half an hour, Fej got on his hands and knees with his hole facing me. With absolutely no thought running through my head, I mounted the monkey, sliding my reptilian cock into his primate anus.
Later, he mentioned to me how weird it felt to have me inside him, do to the shape of my member. It had rings running from the base to about halfway up the shaft, and then was smooth. The head was of an odd shape, flaring dramatically before coming to a point. There was a pretty intimidating curve starting at the second to last ring and ending at the head.
So wrapped up in the dream, I did not hear Hatee stumble into my cave, begging for my help. She was having trouble breathing, and her chest and left arm hurt. She had tried to wake me, but it was almost impossible to do that at the time. Younger dragons are usually very heavy sleepers. Failing, she ran back to her hut to attempt to get help, some how. She knocked over her cup from early the previous day, spilling the contents. She stepped in it, causing her to slip and hit her head on the floor, hard. I was told she died from the impact, not the heart attack.
Waking up, of course, I felt sick, but instead of rushing to the sink, I just laid on my bed, trying to place the new scent in my cave. It seemed familiar, but I couldn't place it. Since, however, I did not hear anyone, and the scent had dissipated, I knew it had been a while since they entered and left long ago. So, I got up, went to the sink, talked to the trashcan, this time melting it with fire in order to break the habit, which was beginning to worry me. Who in their right mind talked to trashcans?
I realized something was wrong when I noticed Hatee was not sitting in her usual place, and the chairs under the tree were empty. I ran to the doorway, where a scent nearly dropped me to my knees. Not because of the strength, but because it was the same one that was in my cave. The old cheetah's herbal concoction! How could I have been so naive as to not recognize it?
Looking at the steps, preparing to enter Hatee's hut, I noticed the puddle of the liquid, mixed with something red. I knew instantly it was blood. Blood from the only person who ever tried to help me with no expectations of something in return.
Seeing her body lying on the floor, I completely lost it. I screamed and ran as fast as I could to Fej's house, which was nothing more than a tree.
He heard me long before he seen me, so loud was my screaming. He was at the trunk of the tree, waiting for me. I dropped to my knees and told him over and over she was dead. The one person I considered family was dead. It wasn't until later that I realized I loved her like the mother I never truly had.
He came with me to her funeral as support for me. Hatee's granddaughter had asked me to burn her hut with her body in it, as was stated on a gazelle skin containing all her wishes. There were only three: she wanted to be burnt, no one was to weep for her, and I was to tell Fej my feelings for him (stated as to 'Drake-tell Fej').
"Hello, Drake. Hello Fej. Thank you for coming. Have you told him whatever it was you were supposed to?" Hatee's granddaughter asked.
"No, Not yet. But I will honor her wishes." I replied, ignoring Fej's stare.
And I will tell him. Someday. But for now, I'm glad I have him as a friend.