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Chapter 1 - Moving In

Ian Wight couldn't believe his eyes when his father pulled the family's moving van up to the old Victorian-style house that was to be their new home. The house was HUGE, but then again Ian's family was full of pretty big furs. Being the smallest member of the family did have its advantages though. Ian sat comfortably in his mother's lap situated between two huge dragons. The massive eight-foot tall red-scaled four-armed dragon to Ian's left was his father. And the slightly furrier six-foot tall red-scaled dragon to Ian's right was his older brother. Behind Ian and between the two large dragons was a furry eastern-dragon struggling to hold her six-year old son still in her lap. "Could you hold still a little longer Ian?" She asked in a melodic soothing voice.

"Well Brett," We'd better get out and start moving the boxes in."

It took a tremendous amount of effort to remain seated while Ian waited for the two larger dragons beside him and his mother to get out of the large moving truck. While he waited Ian looked out the front of the truck at the huge house before him. It was obvious that the large white house was older than most homes in the area, but what made it so appealing was its size. The house was huge compared to the smaller average-fur sized homes back in town. Ian could tell this place would be way bigger than their last apartment. The yard was pretty empty considering how big the house looked. There was a smaller barn-like building a ways behind the house, but beyond that there wasn't much but trees and grass around. The trees thickened into proper forest where the four-square acre yard the house sat in ended. It was still late in the summer, but this far north the heat of summer had already begun to fade a bit. Really the whole late-summer scene looked like something out of a story book, but Ian was too young to notice how idealic the scenery was.

"Open the truck son. I'll unlock the house and we can start carrying boxes in."

"I guess you can go now wiggle-worm." Ian's mom said gently as she let go of the dragon-cub in her lap.

Any normal cub would have hopped, jumped, or bounded out of the truck, but Ian was hardly a normal cub. A shimmering white light enveloped the young dragon as soon as his mother's arms released him. A soft whoosh of air accompanied Ian's flight from his mother's lap. The only sign he had ever been there were a few twinkles of light left behind the dragon as he rocketed out of the truck's open driver-side door and into the air.

"Oh! Brett! Let me get the door for you honey."

"Hold on Pup!" A deep rumbling voice said as its owner snatched the tiny white dragon out of the air. Four massive hands wrapped around Ian as his father held him in his inescapable grasp. "Let's go over the flying rules."

"Papaaa I know the flying rules." Ian said in his musical draconic voice. "No flying higher than the house, no flying over the road, and no leaving without an adult."

Hearing his son speak made the huge red dragon smile a sharp toothy smile. His eyes took in the sight of his white-furred son and the silver scales that glittered on his exposed nose, hands and foot-paws. Ian had a long mane of platinum colored hair flowing from his head, down his back, and over his long furry tail. The tip of the tail was colored with golden hair that almost seemed to sparkle in the afternoon sunlight. Only the bottoms of Ian's hands and feet were free of his silky soft white fur. Holding the cute and cuddly white dragon made his father want to hug Ian, but the large male knew his son wanted to fly around after being stuck inside a moving van for more than half the day. "Add don't go into the forest to that list and I might let you play outside while we move everything into the house."

"Where do you want me to put the boxes dad?"

"Hold on Brett!" Ian's dad fixed his youngest son with a stern glare causing the little white dragon to squirm in his quadruple-hand grip. "Do you promise Ian?"

"Bretty, don't pick up so many boxes. You've only got two arms dear..."

"Don't call me that mom!"

"I promise Papa, now let me goooo. Please?" Ian's tail was practically blazing with golden light, and the two small nubs on his forehead, which would one day grow into proper horns, were beginning to glow as well.

A deep laugh accompanied the release of the tiny white dragon. Ian shot into the air, but before he could get away his father's two massive wings reached up to grab him. Ian evaded the massive wings and the three-clawed hands on them giggling excitedly as his father played with him.

"Honey, don't grab him with your wing-claws. You could hurt him... Duncan!"

"Oh, he's fine Alex. Stop being such a worry-wraith..."

The dragon cub laughed as his mother distracted his father allowing Ian to escape up and into the open air above the moving van. At about twelve feet up Ian stopped and hovered effortlessly in mid-air as he got a good look at the land around him. The property really was big enough for Ian's whole family to enjoy. The house was still far taller than where Ian was flying, but taking in the aerial view was really quite amazing. From this high up the twin columns that held up the house's two-story front porch looked much smaller than from the ground. Ian was delighted to notice that there was a balcony on the second floor of the house that opened up onto the porch.

A quick flight around the house proved that there were two more balconies on the east and west wings of the large home. These open second-floor entryways led to large bedrooms from what Ian could gather. One balcony, the one on the west side, had two doors on it, while the one on the east side had only one. The back of the house was just as grand as the front, but instead of a towering front porch the back of the house had an extended first-story back porch that was screened in. Ian was impressed with his new home, and he was only a six-year-old cub.

As the white dragon lazily flew back around to the front he noticed his older brother hoisting four large boxes into his meaty red-scaled black fur-covered arms. The sight of his older brother carrying so much made Ian giggle as he swooped in to watch. "You're going to drop those Brett."

A rumbling growl came from the hairy red dragon's snout as a plume of smoke escaped his nose. "If you don't shut up Pup I'm going to grab you right out of the air like dad does." Brett's deep voice sounded like it should have belonged to a male three times his age, but the truth was that Brett was only two years older than Ian. The difference between the two brothers was magnified by the fact that Brett was every bit his father's son, and Ian was almost a mirror copy of their eastern-dragon mother.

"Nugh uhh!" Ian retorted angrily. "Momma says you aren't supposed to grab me with your wing-claws like Papa does!"

Brett's eyes narrowed as he watched his white-furred brother flit around above him just out of reach of the young dragon's arms. Balancing four boxes in his arms wasn't helping Brett much either, but the older brother had a weapon that his father didn't possess. A shimmering veil of red sparkles began to come from the dragon's mane. The tip of his own tail, a tail covered in black hair and fur just like his brother's, began to blaze like it had just caught fire. "Don't tempt me Ian. You know mom and dad don't like it when I fly."

"Only cause you can't fly." Ian replied and giggled as he did some lazy loops around his brother's head.

A second plume of black smoke, this one thicker and hotter, escaped Brett's nose as he growled and tried to ignore his brother. The pair of dragons made it to the front porch before Ian's giggling got the best of his brother.

"I said STOP!" Brett shouted as he reached up with his wings and snatched his brother out of the air.

"Nooo!" Ian shouted angrily as he felt three sharp clawed fingers close around his waist. Brett's grip on the smaller dragon was surprisingly gentle, but Ian was, and had always been, a bit of a drama queen.

Brett was floating an inch off the ground with his brother in his grasp as the two fought one another. Ian let loose an ear-piercing screech as he used all four of his arms to fight against his brother's one wing. The red and golden sparkles coming from the two young dragons were only dampened by the smoke coming from Brett's nose. The short scuffle ended when the front door opened and a furry white dragon caught the two cubs fighting.

"Brett, Let him go this instant, and no smoking or flying in the house boys!" Alex's voice lacked the authority of her husband's, but she was every bit as effective at disciplining her cubs. The white-dragon's eyes and horns blazed with a bright purple light as the sparkles coming from the cubs abruptly ceased.

Brett dropped to the ground with a grunt and a porch-shaking thud, and Ian yelped as his flight clicked off and his brother's wing became the only thing holding him up.

Alex smiled as she watched her oldest son gently lower his brother down to where his long furry tail could wrap around the cub and then gently place him on the ground. "Mom," Brett said as he looked at his mother and balanced the four boxes in his arms. "Tell Ian to leave me alone. I'm trying to help dad move all this stuff in."

"Mom! Brett was flying and he grabbed me with his wings like you told him not to do!"

The white dragon sighed as she held her arms up in defeat. "Brett, don't carry so many boxes at once. And Ian, since you can't stay out of trouble you can help Brett carry in boxes. Give him a box Bretty."

Brett growled at the use of his hated nickname, but he handed Ian the lightest of the four boxes regardless. The boy's mother made her way towards the truck leaving the two cubs alone, but Brett didn't miss the opportunity to glower down at his brother. The huge red-dragon's eyes blazed with angry red light, but with his powers locked away there was nothing the larger dragon could do to his brother.

"Now I have to cub-sit you while your grounded Ian!"

"Don't talk under your breath Brett. You didn't have to grab me like that, and you know you're not supposed to use your flying powers." Ian's short stubby legs and long white tail looked silly as the tiny dragon tottered after his brother with the massive box in his arms.

The older dragon did know better. He had spent the last six years of his life being told over and over to be gentle with his brother and not to use his power of flight unless he had enough open room to do so. Unlike Ian, who flew with perfect agility and ease, Brett was far clumsier with his eastern-dragon power to fly. Being born with wings and flight power actually made him the stronger and faster flier of the two, but back in their city apartment Brett had been forbidden from practicing flying. Now that he was out of the city the young dragon was hoping he would get some training time in with his father.

"That's a mighty big box for such a little dragon," Duncan said when he saw his two sons walk into the front room with boxes in their arms. Instead of helping Brett, Duncan took Ian's box and gave his older son a sideways glare.

Brett shrugged guiltily with his wings and pointed a claw back towards the door while he silently mouthed "mom."

Duncan just growled and rolled his eyes at his son before taking one of Brett's three boxes. Once the load had been added to the growing pile in the front room Duncan pulled Brett aside and away from Ian. It didn't take long for Ian to get distracted with wandering around the huge front room. This was his first time inside the house, so he hadn't been expecting to find massive twelve-foot high ceilings inside.

"I told you not to let Ian carry this stuff Brett. He's not even half your size son!"

To the left of the front entryway was a massive staircase that followed the wall up and then to the right, ascending the distance between the first and second floor. A white wooden railing prevented anyone from falling off the stairs, but the whole flight of stairs was easily wide enough for all but the widest furs to walk up. Unlike the rooms beyond the front entryway, this part of the house spanned the whole height of the massive room. Only a narrow walkway over the door prevented Ian from looking straight up at the ceiling.

"Dad! I know how small he is, but it won't kill him to carry one box inside the house. I mean, heck, he's got four arms like you do. I bet he's stronger than he lets on..."

To the right of the stairs was a sliding doorway that led into a beautiful carpeted living room. Ian wandered into the living room to look around, but what caught his eye was the dining room beyond it. A second set of double sliding doors led into a massive dining room that could have easily fit the family's huge dinner table. Above the dinner table hung a beautiful chandelier that must have been the oldest thing the young dragon had ever seen. A unique lamp was suspended in the middle of the metal and crystal masterpiece. It was obvious that the crystals hanging around the central lamp were meant to fracture the light and brighten the room.

"Don't argue with me son! All four of Ian's arms aren't even as thick as one of yours. Sometimes I wish you had hatched with four arms so two of them could carry your brother all the time."

The sound of his brother and father walking out the front door distracted Ian for a moment, but afterwards he returned to his exploration of the house. Beyond the dining room was a lovely kitchen that looked just right for Ian's mother to use. It had an old gas stove that looked like some sort of scary monster to the young dragon, but other than the old stove the kitchen looked very friendly and bright.

The back door led out onto the porch from the kitchen, and through the porch Ian found his way into a second room that was probably a parlor or another living room before whoever had lived here before moved out. It turned out that beyond the parlor was a second much smaller staircase that led up to the west-wing bedrooms. From there the bedrooms and second floor were pretty basic. Unlike the first floor's fancy design, the second floor seemed much simpler in its form and function. There were only two rooms in either wing plus the suspended walkways where the stairs allowed access between the two floors. Ian was surprised that such a huge house only had two bedrooms and three bathrooms. Thankfully there were two bathroom/shower combos on the top floor and a larger guest bathroom downstairs between the parlor and the kitchen. The bulk of house was mostly comprised of the huge downstairs living space and the upstairs bedrooms made up a small fraction of the house's rooms.

Ian found himself upstairs looking out from the west balcony at the end of his house exploration. The cub was wishing he hadn't gotten into it with his brother now that he was 'grounded' in an odd turn of the phrase. While the gloomy petite dragon watched his brother and father haul furniture into the house a shadow in the forest caught his eye.

A huge fur-sized shadow was lurking in the brush just beyond the edge of the forest. From where the truck was parked the shadow would have been obscured behind a large group of trees and bushes, but from the west balcony the shape of the massive lurking beast was just visible in the fading afternoon light.

At first Ian was a little frightened that something so big could hide so easily just beyond the edge of the trees. The figure was taller than Ian's mom, but shorter than his brother in height. What it lacked in height though was made up for in muscle. Even from the distance Ian was standing, he could tell the dark fur was probably just as bulky as Ian's brother. For a fur to be as big as a dragon would make them a really big fur, but Ian hadn't heard of any horses or rhinos who were big and black like this fur was.

For a long time Ian watched the black shape watch his brother and father move their things in. If Ian looked away for too long the black figure faded into the growing shadows of the forest. After a while Ian thought he had lost sight of the black figure. It wasn't until Ian noticed his mother walk out that the black shape finally moved just enough to catch the dragon's eye again.

"Where's Ian?"

The dragon in question was straining his eyes to keep track of the figure in the forest. Now that he could see him again something about the way the shape stood seemed... off.

"I dono babe, I thought he was with you since you took his flying away."

The black fur's stance was all wrong. Instead of standing on two legs it was half-standing half crouching on all four now. But why had it crouched down? Was it afraid of being spotted now that Ian's mom was outside?

"If you untied his flying I bet he'll pop out of hiding. You know how he sulks and hides when he's 'grounded' and can't fly around."

A flash of purple light came from the white dragon's horns and eyes, and in response to it Ian's horn-nubs and tail began to glow as well. However, the twinkle of golden light must have given Ian's position on the balcony away because just when his flight was restored the figure in the forest whipped its head around to look straight at Ian. Two piercing golden eyes stared out of the forest at Ian. The tiny dragon froze in place where he was standing. "Don't go," the dragon said softly as the figure in the forest stared at him. It seemed for a bit like the mysterious fur was going to stay, but then he abruptly turned around and silently vanished into the darkness. "Wait!" Ian cried out and burst from the balcony and into the air. He flew towards the trees but stopped abruptly when he heard his dad's voice calling after him.

"There he is!" Duncan said and gestured to the streak of white light trailing above the yard. "I told you he was sulking."

When Ian stopped mid-flight his mother looked up at him and gestured for him to fly over to her. The tiny white dragon never got the chance to land though because his father plucked him out of the air with his huge clawed wings. Alex glared at her husband who smirked back at his wife before passing his son down to his upper pair of arms. Ian, who was usually independent and outspoken, latched onto his father's meaty chest and nuzzled the larger male while hugging him the best that a tiny dragon could.

"What's wrong cub?" Duncan said softly as he looked at his cute white cub and used all four arms to sooth the little guy.

"Maybe he got spooked up on the balcony?" Alex asked and watched her son act peculiarly cute. "You think he might need to... you know..."

Duncan nodded and growled possessively as he dropped Ian to his lower pair of arms. Before the young dragon could object Duncan was unbuttoning his shirt and pushing Ian's snout against his upper right pectoral. A thick carpet of fur-like body hair covered Duncan's huge meaty chest. Ian buried his face and snout in his papa's thick chest fur and sighed as a familiar warmth enveloped his tiny body. The thick scent of Duncan's musky odor pulled the young dragon towards his father's hardening teat. When the cub's mouth closed over his father's nipple he was rewarded with a blast of hot milk that sprayed into his hungry snout. Before long Ian was happily nursing and his parents looked on in concern.

"Awww yuck dad!" Brett said when he walked out of the house and saw his dad feeding Ian. "Do you have to do that out here in the yard?"

Duncan growled at his older son and put his lower arms on his hips. "It's the male's job to nurse his sons Brett. You know that, so why do you always act this way when you see me doing this for Ian."

"Brett didn't nurse dear," Alex said gently and soothed both her son and husband. "I raised him on wolf's milk until he was ready to eat meats."

Brett looked a little surprised when he heard that. "Wolf's milk?" He asked curiously. "Why would you give me wolf's milk as a cub? Couldn't you just nurse me yourself?"

Alex smiled and ran her hand over her son's furry arms and traced the fur up onto his shoulders and then his mane-covered neck. "I had a good friend that was a wolf back when you were first hatched." Alex explained. "Duncan was away in the army, so somebody had to feed you until you could be weaned."

Brett couldn't help but to look at his own dark black fur and wonder if it was a byproduct of being raised by a wolf wet-father instead of his own draconic dad. "What if dad had nursed me mom? Would I look more like him then?"

Alex chuckled softly at her son. "Of course you would dear. I always thought that if Duncan had been around you would have been far less furry, and you might have even grown a second pair of arms like he has. Ian has four arms, but he grew the second pair while he was nursing from Duncan."

"That's right," Duncan said and nodded. "But you know what the feds think about dragon milk." He said and frowned. "It's pretty much illegal for me to let anyone but my own son drink my milk. I guess when Ian gets too old for nursing I'll just have to throw it all away."

Brett couldn't help but to wander what he would have looked like if he had nursed from his father instead of some wolf-guy that his mother had known. A distant and angry part of Brett felt a little cheated, but he had always wondered why he was so hairy when compared to his dad. Shouldn't he have been more like Duncan as the first-born male in the family? But then again... what if there was some way to get some of his dad's milk? Could Brett still grow four arms if he nursed from his father like Ian did?

Duncan kept Ian close to him for the rest of the day. The thick hair on his chest hid the tiny dragon for the most part though, but as the day continued Brett began to get a little jealous of his brother. He wanted four big strong arms like his father had, and it seemed a little unfair that Ian had them and Brett did not.

As the moving day drug on the four dragons were mostly unaware that their activities were being closely monitored by a hidden fur just beyond the edge of the forest. The fur was cautious at first; escaping into the forest as soon as he thought one of the eastern dragons might notice him again. But as the day grew longer and the night loomed closer the furry beast's daring grew. He wanted so badly to go out and greet the huge young dragon and the massive muscular father of the small dragon family. These were the first people the fur had ever met that were even close to his own size, and the fact that they were dragons... well it meant his own family might not hate them as much as they did some of the other local furs in the town.

It wasn't easy to remain hidden all day, but the young fur was very quiet and somewhat shy about meeting other people. For the first time in his short life he really wanted to introduce himself to another fur. He knew he shouldn't be watching them, but these people were his new neighbors after all. He decided just after nightfall that he would try his best to make friends with the two young dragons in this family. Maybe, if he was lucky, his mother wouldn't get too angry with him for making friends.