A New Neighbor
A story about welcoming a new arrival on the block
A New Neighbor
This story is fiction as part of an art trade with RebelDragon101. All actions are my own creation and the character of 'Ernesto' is used with the permission of the owner. This is my first written work that I have posted, and I am not emotionally vested in it... please, comment and criticize at will. I appreciate it!
Day One
Sunkawakan sat in a chair on the roof of his small home, leaning on the low wall that surrounded his rooftop. He was enjoying his vacation, two weeks from the drudgery of work, by staying at home, sleeping late and eating when he was hungry. The drorse, a dragon/horse hybrid, relaxed by wearing a loose loincloth and walking occasionally to refill his glass with iced tea at the small refrigerator in his bedroom.
His neighborhood was made up of single story houses, all painted in earth tones and flat roofed as there was little rain. He had spent a lot of time opening up the first floor so that most of the space was open and adding a single room on his roof, glass on three sides, as a bedroom. It was higher than the other homes in the area, and he enjoyed the privacy along with whatever breeze the desert allowed to rustle the curtains that could close the room to the outside world. A single dim light glowed from his bathroom, barely lighting the room in the darkness of the evening.
Earlier that morning, the empty house next door gained a new occupant. Sunkawakan watched as new, black Yukon Denali rolled up to a stop on the street. Sunkawakan couldn't see inside because of the limo tint, but a solidly-built yellow and gray dragon opened the door, extracted himself from behind the wheel and stepped into the street. The dragon slowly strolled up to the house, unlocked and opened the front door, and turned as a moving van stopped at the curb. Two powerful-looking rhinoceroses climbed out, rolled up the rear door of the van, and started to unload boxes and furniture onto the street behind the van. The dragon sauntered over, grabbed a chair, and walked back to beside the front door as the rhinos began to carry boxes and furniture into the house. The dragon calmly but firmly spoke each time the entered the building, most likely directing the sweating rhinos as to where the boxes and furniture were to go. Slowly, the stacks of boxes and furniture on the street made their way inside the house, and finally the dragon rose, grabbed the chair and entered the house himself as the rhinos got into their van,and drove away.
Sunkawakan smiled to himself, thinking of what ways there were to welcome his new neighbor as the sun arced through the clear sky.
The drorse read and occasionally had his attention drawn by the dragon moving past the many windows of his new house. The gray and yellow scalie moved furniture and beginning to unpack boxes. As the sun set, the dragon took a break and left his house, locked his door behind him and drove away, disappearing for a time. When he returned, he held a bakery box by the string that tied it shut, re-entered the house and sat in a soft armchair near one of the large windows that were open to the night air.
The dragon reached for a remote and pointed it at something out of the drorse's view, leaned back in the chair and, watching the television, the drorse assumed, untied the box. Inside the box, there were half a dozen frosted cupcakes. They were dark, chocolate Sunkawakan thought, and the dragon grinned to himself as he took one, peeled the paper from the base and unself-consciously balanced it on the bridge of his nose, then jerked his snout into the air, flipping the cupcake. The dragon watched the arc of the small treat, opened his jaws, and confidently snatched the cupcake out of the air with a snap of his jaws, chewed, and continued to watch the television. The drorse saw the dragon, who was wearing only a pair of cargo shorts, absently take a cupcake occasionally and repeat the action, licking chocolate frosting from his lips with his forked tongue.
Sunkawakan leaned back in his chair, knowing what to bring the dragon for a 'welcome to the neighborhood' gift.
Day Two
The next evening, just after supper time, Sunkawakan knocks at the front door of the house next door. After a moment, the door swings open and he stares at the dragon, who is more solidly built than the drorse had thought from the night before. A moment passes as Sunkawakan stands, his mouth slightly open, gaping at the dragon. He is a bit taken back at the solid body of his new neighbor, the dragon's liquid movements as he cocks his hip slightly, his paw on the door, and looks questioningly at the blue and gray drorse. Sunkawakan jerkily holds out the small box he brings for the dragon.
The dragon takes the box and looks at the drorse. 'Yeah? What do you want?'
'Um... ah, something to welcome you to the neighborhood. I hope you like them... something sweet.' The drorse shifts uncomfortably on his hind paws as the dragon unties the box. 'My name's Sunkawakan... I live next door.'
The dragon opened the now-untied box. 'Ernesto', he growls, 'And, how did you know I like chocolate cupcakes?'
'A lucky guess', the drorse mumbles.
'Oh, you didn't see me last night from your roof?' Ernesto cocks an eyebrow as he peels the foil wrapper from a cupcake and pops it, whole, into his maw.
'Ah... well, that too. I just thought you might enjoy them', Sunkawakan stammers.
'Well, come on in. The place is still a mess, but I can find a place for you to sit if you want to share one with me... that is, if you like chocolate'. Ernesto turns and walks away from the door, not waiting to see if the drorse follows or not.
Sunkawakan follows Ernesto through the dining room, still filled with unpacked boxes, into the living room. Ernesto sits heavily in the armchair that Sunkawakan saw him in the night before and gestures with his chin to another chair, a hard one, that is the only place for the drorse to sit. Ernesto places the open box on a small table next to his chair and turnes it towards the drorse, offering a treat. The drorse reaches to the box and takes a cupcake, chewing it slowly as he takes in the form of the dragon.
Ernesto is taller than Sunkawakan, and bulkier. Where the drorse is just a little over 6' tall, the dragon is a foot taller. Sunkawakan is toned, tightly muscled, but the dragon is bulkier: not fat, just heavier in his frame and musculature. Ernesto's gray hide is broken by yellow on his chest, the underside of his tail, and a crest that runs from his snout over the top of his head. The drorse has equine ears, but the dragon has longer ears that twitch at each sound that comes through the windows, following the smallest of noises. Ernesto still wears just the khaki cargo shorts that he had worn the day before, and the yellow of his belly disappears into the waist band. The drorse instantly notices the thick bulge that the shorts covered, and he absent-mindedly adjusts his own scrotum in his loincloth.
Sunkawakan enjoys the company of men... socially and in bed. Since he first saw the dragon yesterday, he knows that he is attracted to the powerful scalie, that he wants to be in his company as well as... perhaps... well, that he wants him physically. He has no idea whether the dragon is attracted to him as well, so he tries to be social and welcoming, but can't keep his gaze from Ernesto's muscled chest and legs, from the obvious maleness hidden by the shorts. He licks his lips without thinking of it, and takes another bite of the cupcake.
Ernesto sees the direction of the drorse's glance and grins. Although he prefers the company of females, the occasional male wasn't unwelcome... and this one was right next door and pretty obviously wanted dragon cock. He reaches for another cupcake and drew a foot paw up to rest on the seat cushion of the chair. This spreads his legs somewhat, and tightens the fabric of the shorts against his groin. Ernesto saw the slight widening of Sunkawakan's eyes as the dragon displayed himself, and he smiled toothily at the more-slender drorse. Ernesto breaths through his nose, scenting the slight odor of the drorse's wakening arousal.
'So, how do you welcome new arrivals here? No other neighbors have stopped by yet, so I really don't feel... welcomed, yet'. He grins again at the drorse, who seemed a little frozen in place, so the dragon reached with his other foot paw and dragged a claw over the drorse's calf. Sunkawakan shuddered briefly and casually, the drorse thought, laid an arm in his lap to hide that he thickens slightly at Ernesto's contact.
'Um... well, I like having a neighbor... I want you to feel free to visit me... ah... ', Sunkawakan groaned slightly at the contact, 'I want you to feel free to... well, ...', the drorse seemed to be at a complete loss for words.
Sunkawakan didn't want to misinterpret the foot contact, especially not so early on in meeting the imposing dragon. He rose, intending to to leave, and the bulge in his own breech was obvious. Ernesto stayed seated and scratched at his sac, still covered by his shorts. Intentionally, and subtly, he loosened the leg that rode up his thigh and one ball in its loose yellow scrotum dropped below the edge of the leg.
'I still don't feel welcomed. Pity to feel like a stranger, in my new house, in my new neighborhood.'
Sunkawakan's jaw trembles a little. Fuck. May as well go for it, he thinks. He breathes deeply, scenting the dragon's odor, and he reaches down to the single testicle that drooped from the dragon's shorts. As he fondles the gland, Ernesto raises his other leg so that both of his foot paws are on the seat cushion. His groin bulges tightly against the khaki. 'Still not very welcoming', the dragon muttered.
The drorse, with another groan, drops to his knees and noses into the dragon's fabric-covered groin. He takes the exposed ball into his muzzle and licks over the smooth flesh as he tugs a little, pulling the other testicle along with the rest of the dragon's scrotum free of the shorts. A bright gold ring appeared from the pant leg embedded in the skin of the sac, and the links of a chain followed. Sunkawakan hooks a tooth in the ring and pulls, making more sac hang free of the dragons shorts. A whiff of Ernesto's musk follows the sac and Sunkawakan moans in pleasure at the dry, pleasant scent of the dragon's sex.
As the drorse begins to suck the dragon's balls, Ernesto spreads his legs a little further to give the drorse more room. The dragon male reached down with one paw and unfastens the button that held the waist band closed, and, grinning, slowly lowers the zipper to expose the fat yellow sheath that covers his still-hidden member. The dragon scritchs behind the drorse's ear, then dips a finger into the sheath slit, stretching the tight opening. His finger traces around his cock shaft, inside the fleshy pouch, then he pulls it out and raises it to his muzzle. Sunkawakan could see the glistening of dampness on it.
'Your mouth is making me feel pretty welcome, drorse. And... before you ask, yeah, I like my own taste. I keep myself pretty clean so that I can have a taste that I like.' As if to demonstrate, Ernesto opens his mouth for his finger and, his eyes lidding a little, suckles it as the drorse pulled more of Ernesto's sac into his mouth. Sunkawakan watches, raptly, as Ernesto pulls the finger out of his mouth with a wet pop and slides it into his sheath again. The drorse watches the bulge of the digit trace around the dragon's shaft, then Ernesto pulls it out again to suckle more of his body's lube from it.
'Damn, Ernesto, do you know how sexy that is? You sucking your own pre off your finger?', the drorse mumbled.
Ernesto hisses as the drorse's maw leaves his sac. Sunkawakan reaches inside the shorts to pull the dragon's balls back up through the pant leg, then tugs at the shorts to make more room. Ernesto drops his legs to let the drorse pull his shorts down, kicks them off, then places his paws back on the seat cushion and spreads his legs more to let his nuts dangle freely. He uses a hand paw to guide the drorse's muzzle to the fat yellow sheath. Sunkawakan hooks a claw in the slit and explores the lips with his tongue-tip, watching Ernesto's face the entire time. His other paw gropes at his own bulge and he feels a wet spot appear in the breech cloth. The paw that drags Ernesto's balls from his pant leg hooked the sac-ring and pulled a little, opening the slit a little wider and exposing the wet crown of the dragon's cock.
He could feel the dragon's cock gaining thickness and length, and Ernesto slows his breathing down a little to control how fast he is getting hard. His tip has just appeared at the slit entrance and the dragon pushed the drorse's head back to his balls, then slides his paw to his sheath and forces two fingers inside the stretchy flesh to massage his tip and shaft. Ernesto huffs and growls, feeling the slick wetness of his pre and the smooth feeling of his fingertips and claws sliding over his own cock.
The drorse sits on his haunches, his rump pressing into his foot paws, lapping at the dragon's balls and watching Ernesto finger-fuck his own sheath. Ernesto's tongue flicks out and he hisses again, and inserts a third finger to stroke his semi-flaccid cock. Pre wets his sheath lips and his fingers make slurpy sounds inside the pouch as he strokes. His balls droop more, the sac stretching with the weight of his balls, and the drorse eagerly suckles the scrotum. Ernesto looks down and lowers a foot paw to the floor and drags a sharp foot paw claw over Sunkawakan's sheath and sac.
'Having fun?', he asks with a grin.
The dragon pulls his fingers free and brings them to his nose to take a deep breath of the sweet smell of his pre, then wraps his forked tongue around them to lick them clean. He looks down again at his own sheath, slightly loose from the fingering. His cock slips free, hardening and dripping pre, and his knot swells up, still inside his sheath. His sheath lips are still a little stretched from his fingers, but his swelling knot and cock make it feel tighter around his shaft.
Sunkawakan bucks his pelvis forwards a little, into the foot paw and claws. He feels his own cock begin to lengthen and slip free of his sheath. So slowly, he pumps his hips into the foot paw and feels the grip of the dragon on his cock, the drorse's pre making the way slick. He pulls the dragon's hand paw to his own maw and suckles the remainder of the dragon's pre and his spit. A groan escapes his maw at the tasty, sweet flavor. He glances down to see Ernesto's pink cock tip: it seems to pulse and a clear drool of pre runs down the underside of the shaft to pool on the dragon's sheath lips.
Sunkawakan grips the dragon's sheath over the knot. He feels a pulsing in the hidden part of the member that signals Ernesto's growing arousal. Slowly he strokes, watching the sheath lips slide wetly up and down the shaft, stretching at the beginning of the bulb of the dragon's fat knot. The drorse keeps stroking his cock slowly into Ernesto's foot paw, growling slightly as the dragon's claws scrape deliciously over his shaft, pulling his own foreskin back and forth. The drorse's muzzle grips the draconic balls, stretching the sac a little and his eyes are even with Ernesto's sheathed knot. He snuffles at the stream of pre that runs down the dragon's cock, overflows the sheath lips, and wets his snout.
Sunkawakan feels his nuts tighten against his groin. The sight of this powerful dragon, feeding his balls into the drorse's maw, the dragon's pre running down his pink, throbbing cock shaft, and the quiet but commanding posture of the dragon are bringing the drorse closer to climax. Sunkawakan wonders how long it has been since the dragon has gotten off, or if he is just that sexually potent. The drorse thinks to himself that he is going to enjoy this new neighbor.
'Hell, yeah', the Sunkawakan says, grinning around the mouthful of scrotum and testicle, 'I'm having fun. And... welcome to the neighborhood!'