[center][b]Elements: Earth[/b] by [name]JustLurking[/name][/center] Elis Summerflower—Eli to his friends—rappelled the short way down the vertical drop. The fourteen year old boy (barely out of his kittenhood) shivered—not from the chill air that sank past him, nor from fear of his decent. The children of the Rugged Prairie carried climbing gear (at their parent’s insistence even) as a matter of course—Eli had made hundreds of descents (and ascents) longer than this one before without incident—and the warm noon sunlight, streaming down the vertical shaft in the ground, warmed his body and his fur. No, Eli shivered because today was his initiation. Today he would descend into the caverns beneath the Rugged Prairie and wander until he found some treasure to bring back to impress the other boys with. The initiation was a universal rite among the boys of all villages in the Prairie; all the more so because it was universally condemned by their parents. Not all boys who ventured down came back, and no one knew what happened to the lost boys. No bodies were ever found. The boy who risked death and parental grounding to bring back the shiniest trinket he could was met with praise and admiration from his peers. The young cat boy desperately wanted that respect. He wasn’t, to put it bluntly, the most masculine of his peer group. Sure, he was interested in all the same sports and activities as his friends, but he was also cursed with prettiness. For a fourteen year old a slight build, a cute face and a shy demeanour can be terrible when all your friends are getting muscles, sharp features and competitive. To be one of the few ‘mommy’s boys’, who listened to their parents and didn’t go on the rite, was unthinkable. What young Eli failed to realise was that most of the unfriendliness directed towards him was simple jealousy. Though it might technically be classified as tabby, any reasonable person would call his coat golden. His unusual yellow base colour was accented by almost imperceptibly darker stripes. On bright days it seemed to glow with the sun’s own light. It was eye catching to say the least. The other boys had certainly noticed how it caught the eye’s of the girls of the village, and it made them envious. They might be stronger and faster, but it was Eli the girls were going to squabble over, and the only one in the village who didn’t realise it was Eli himself. The kitten had yet to discover an interest in girls—it was his fellow boys he wanted the respect of. His feet touched the ground and he unhooked his harness from the descender. He casually took a phosphorescent ‘pearl’ from his belt and held it in front of him. The small stone would emit a faint light sufficient for his cat eyes to see by for a few hours before it needed ‘recharging’ in sunlight. He hoped that would be enough. Eli squared his shoulders. “Okay cave. I’m not scared of you.” He declared with only a slight waiver in his high pitched voice. “Sh-Show me what you’ve got.” The cub set off deeper into the cold earth, away from the circle of sunlight. There was a lot of tunnel for him to explore, and he was on his own now. No one had mapped out the entire cave system. All that was known was that it stretched the entire length of the Prairie and then some. The furs of the Rugged Prairie were not a very inquisitive people. Even the name ‘Rugged Prairie’ was a misnomer that no one questioned; the ‘prairie’ was, through some geological quirk, made up of hundreds of jagged mountains—almost like pillars reaching up into the clouds—each surrounded by miles of flat lowlands. That same lack of curiosity extended to the riches found in the caves beneath their feet. They never questioned how it got there or who it belonged to. The villagers barely paid the treasure any mind at all apart from when the boys were out on their forbidden quests. But then, every inch of the Prairie was life giving, from the plants that clung to the side of the mountains to the rivers that swept through the lush fields. Their villages built high into the sides of the mountains gave them safety from predators and other wild animals. The rains came and went. The cycle of life continued in it’s peaceful way. Why would they question? The general placidity of the Rugged Prairie might have been another reason why the adolescent boys of the villages challenged each other to initiations down in the depths. It was one of the few ways the boys could test their metal short of beating each other up (which would result in angry-angry parents, not angry-relieved ones, something no cub wanted). Eli remembered when Richard Willowsweep came back up carrying a gold and gem encrusted marble orb. He had been the centre of his friend’s circle for months afterwards. The looked up to him with boyish awe. Whatever their hero wanted he got. Eli had to come back with a treasure at least as good as Richard’s if not better. He comforted himself with thoughts of being surrounded by the admiring boys of the village; accepting of him an eager to please their new hero. What would he ask them to do? His childish imagination failed him, but the thought of being the centre of their devotion felt nice. It even made him feel a little lighter some how. It certainly helped him when wandering down into the dark tunnels. The cool sod was long gone from under his feet. Now there was only hard stone beneath him. It was a tricky juggling act. On the one hand he needed to watch his footing and pay attention to his surroundings. His parents had drummed that lesson into his head from the age he was able to climb. On the other hand the day dreams made the dark cavern bearable. It was probably those thoughts that caused him to fish out a piton from his belt and hammer it into the wall. His father had always insisted that if he was ever uncertain it was better to be secure than a smear across the ground. It was a lesson Eli had so internalised that he didn’t notice placing the peg and feeding a rope through it as he proceeded deeper any more than most would notice correcting their balance as they walked down the street. He carried on downwards, the cavern widening and dropping into a pit with only a small ledge around the edge. To most people crossing that drop would have been inconceivable without extra equipment, but Eli wasn’t most people. He was an inhabitant of the Rugged Prairie and had been traversing insane inclines since he could walk. There was no mountain goat more sure-footed than a Rugged Prairie fur anywhere in the world. So it wasn’t due to a lack of skill when he fell. The ledge went the entire way around the chamber and was spotted with entrances to other tunnels. It was from one of these entrances that Eli first heard a faint giggling carried on the echoes. His head whipped around as his pulse suddenly shot through the roof. There was someone else down there with him! He dropped his phosphorescent light. The little ball bounced off of the side of the pit briefly illuminating the walls on its way down before hitting the ground and cracking apart. He was in total darkness now. Eli tried to slow his breath. Did he see a shadow dart away before the pearl cracked or was it his imagination feeding off of his fear? “Whose there?!” He called into the darkness. The ghost of cheerful music drifted down the passageway ahead; seemingly in answer. He sensed movement to his right. He whipped back around, overbalanced and fell. He screamed and in that moment he wished he had listened to his mother after all. The boys might have branded him a coward for refusing the initiation, but he would be alive. Strangely his final thought was that by dying he had proven his bravery absolutely, and it was unfair he wouldn’t be around to get the admiration he deserved for it. His thought after his final thought was how much his harness hurt when it bit into him. The cat dangled limply from the rope like a pendulum. He was winded from the fall but the cord had absorbed most of the shock and the peg had held. He slowly recovered and opened his tear stained eyes. The two halves of his pearl cast their weak glow in a small circle. His eyes went wide. Mere feet beneath him was a cavern which seemed without end in the gloom. Strewn haphazardly as far as Eli could see were piles of gold coin and heaps of gems. It was all here—worked goods, jewel encrusted swords, bronze coffee pots, statuettes of animals both real and fantastical, crowns and circulates, suits of ornate armour—everything a cub dreamed of when they imagined a treasure trove. This pocket of treasure surpassed everything anyone had ever brought back to the village. Eli unclipped his harness and gave himself a new bruise as he learnt that piles of coins are not good for breaking a fall. The jewel-struck treasure hunter didn’t let the pain stop him for a second though. He needed to find something small enough to be portable, yet large enough to ensure his initiation would be remembered forever. He scrabbled around the hoard greedily. Acceptance and friendship within his grasp. He might actually have cried slightly in joy at the thought. Whatever the case he was, once again, not really paying attention to his surroundings, so he was surprised when he crawled into the shins of another boy standing in the shadows. “Oh uh…sorry!” The meek cub jumped back and apologised. His heart dropped into his stomach as he realised he might have to share his fame with another. He blinked back his sorrow. He wouldn’t cry in front of this boy. The young kitten was so absorbed in his emotional roller-coaster that it took him a few seconds to realise that his companion was standing stock still with his arms above his head. Eli tried to regain his equilibrium. He was too emotional. His father often told him that. The kitten knew it was true. Far too often he reacted before he had thought things through. It was a statue nothing more. To be sure, it was a very realistic statue of a cub—a very realistic statue of a nude wolf cub even—but it wasn’t alive. It wasn’t going to bully him or demand to bring home a better treasure than Eli and overshadow him. It wasn’t going to steal away his chance at acceptance. It was also hard. Eli blinked as he noticed that, then blushed as he realised where his eyes were lingering. The statue of the wolf cub was not just hard in the sense that it was cast in metal but in the sense that the wolf cub was unashamedly displaying a perfect three inch boner. The wolf cub looked to be around his age; they were the same height, but he was just as underdeveloped as Eli himself. He wore a serene sort of smile and had an ease about his body that the kitten envied and admired. It made him feel a little better about himself, and he wondered if it were possible for him to take this statue up with him back to the village. It was certainly impressive enough and he would rather like to have it in his home to keep him company. He would like to see that serene smile again, but it was probably too heavy he realised. There was a [i]thwum[/i] of fire being lit and suddenly there was a circle of flickering light around the statue. Eli landed firmly on his rump to the sound of coins spilling underfoot. He looked up at the ‘boy’ in front of him and saw he was holding a brazier above his head. Some magic had caused a fire to become lit in it. The kitten tried to still his heart for the umpteenth time that day. He was starting to get used to surprises, though he had to admit at least he was in a good position. Eli admired the body of the statue in front of him. The boy was as beautiful as he was content if not more so, and the kitten felt the first stirrings of his own boyhood. Another [i]thwum[/i] sounded behind him. A younger, slender rabbit boy carrying a torch clasped against his chest stood illuminated by his own flame. He had a cute round, belly and was just as engorged as his wolven companion, but he seemed both shyer and more playful at the same time. Eli’s eyes roamed over the cub’s bodies. Another flame lit, this time in the lantern held in the outstretched paw of a slightly older joey. Despite seeming older (perhaps as much as sixteen), the ’roo was just as tender looking as the others, but he was caught mid stride and looking over his shoulder as if leading some unseen companion somewhere in the dark. The light of his lantern played over his stiff cock and Eli licked his lips. There was another [i]thwum[/i] and another. One by one the statues lit as if the act of examining each triggered the next to light up. Eli adjusted his hardon in his trousers; the treasure forgotten momentarily as he explored this new world of other boy’s bodies. He was amazed and enthralled by the erotic statues of cubs. Almost the entire cavern was lit now. A small cough caught Eli’s attention and he whirled about, mortified and embarrassed to be caught at his ‘exploration’. “Are you enjoying my hoard little one?” A voice with a slight, almost purring, echo in it asked. It sounded amused. The kitten’s eyes went wide. The voice belonged to a red-scaled, cunning-eyed, room filling “D-D-D-Dra-Dragon!” Eli screamed. “Indeed.” The head, that was as large as three of him standing head to toe, leaned in closer to squint and scrutinise him. “You know you are not the first to seek out my hoard,” a puff of warm smoke escaped the dragon’s nostrils in a way that reminded the terrified kitten of an amused chuckles somehow, “most boys I manage to persuade—not that they remember it of course—to leave without taking anything too valuable from my hoard.” “Y-You do?” Eli asked in a shivering and [i]very[/i] respectful voice. The dragon’s sharp teeth were but a single snap away from him. “H-How d-do you manage that?” “Oh?” The dragon seemed surprised out of whatever thoughts he was having by Eli’s squeaked-out question. The kitten realised that what the dragon had said had been musing and wasn’t really directed at him. It smiled mysteriously. “I have my ways and my means to persuade those who visit my caves.” There was more smoke. Eli coughed and spluttered as he breathed in the thick could. It tasted like mahogany ashes and cinnamon. He suddenly realised he was coating the dragon before him in spittle. He gasped and clamped his paws over his maw. “Oh, stop quivering.” The dragon demanded as he lifted his long neck up to give the frightened boy room. Eli got an amazing view of the dragon’s golden neck scales. “If I wanted to eat you or them they would be dead now.” Eli took a few deep breaths to still his heart and make what he knew was an audacious request. It might get him killed, but he came to prove his bravery, and dying was better than going back to teasing. “P-P-Please s-sir…c-can I…can I have a b-better treasure th-than the others?” He finished in a whisper. “A better treasure?” The dragon looked surprised by the request but not angry. Not yet anyway. “What makes you think you deserve a ‘better treasure’ than the other boys of your village?” “I-I’m w-weaker than the other boys.” Eli admitted. His head hung low and he started to sniffle. “If I— If I don’t go back w-with a better t-treasure than them\ldot I might as well n-not go back at all. I-It won’t m-mean anything.” “They tease you because you are not growing up to be as manly as they are, because you are so…gentle?” The dragon asked softly as he scooped the kitten up in one of his massive forepaws. Eli didn’t resist. He just lay on the soft palm of the dragon’s curled hand as he was brought up to eye level with the behemoth once more. He nodded weakly unable to admit his effeminate nature out loud. The dragon’s warm breath felt soothing. “Child,” the dragon asked, “do you know why I allow the adolescents of your kind to leave with even the least of my precious hoard?” Eli had to admit he didn’t and shook his tear streaked face to say as much. “N-No. I-I thought a-a dragon’s hoard w-was…” He trailed off into fresh tears. “—the most precious thing to a dragon.” The beast finished. “It is, but we are not unreasonable creatures.” The glint of raw intelligence the cat boy had seen in his eye was enough to convince him of that. “I am willing to relinquish the least part of my hoard if it means my hoard will grow in the long run. Those statues you enjoyed so much were enchanted. If one of your kind comes here on their rite of passage and the statues remain unlit I give them a worthless trinket and a memory of finding it elsewhere in my caves.” “Y-You give them a memory?” Eli’s brow creased in confusion. That seemed wrong somehow, but he was finding it hard to concentrate. He was exhausted after his big cry and the dragon’s warm breath was relaxing. “How can you do that?” The dragon smiled a cunning reptile smile, but his tone was not uncaring. “The same way I am relaxing you now…with my smoke and my words. Relax little one, you are safe here. Safe to be yourself with me.” Eli tried to struggle to his feet despite the dragon’s reassuring words, and they were reassuring. Everything the dragon said sounded so believable. He felt he could trust the large powerful creature fully even as he knew that the dragon was manipulating him that lovely, dark tasting smoke. He shook his head as he tried to clear it. “No. Please.” The cat couldn’t find the emotional energy to be upset. His words tumbled out sleepily. “Let me go.” The dragon puffed in amusement once more. “Shush little one.” He blew a thick cloud of dark smoke onto the palm of his hand. It wreathed around Eli and stopped his struggles. “You see I crave a treasure far finer than just gold and jewels for my hoard. I find young ‘gentle’ males like yourself to be rather attractive, so I allow the boys of your kind to come into my caves on their rite of manhood and to return with a trinket to tempt others. While they are here I watch and see if any are boys I would like to add to my hoard.” The dragon paused and his face became serious. “Child, I offer you the chance to join my hoard and be my treasure.” Eli floated in the middle of his warm, ashen cloud. He wasn’t so much breathing the cloud as drinking it. He couldn’t help himself, it just seemed so natural. His body was warm and his cheeks were flushed. Just thinking of belonging to the dragon aroused him in ways he did not understand, but “My parents…My village?” “You never belonged in your village. You felt it. You do not fit there. My magical statues only light if the one looking upon them is a boy like yourself, and they never lie. You are attracted to other males, and that doesn’t fit with what your friends’ think a boy should be does it?” The dragon’s words seemed so reasonable so right. Try as he might, Eli couldn’t think of a single thing he said that was wrong. “As for your parents; they will miss you for a time, and they will be angry with your peers, but if they knew you had found a place where you could be happy—where you fit in—they would want you to take it. They love you as do I.” Eli whimpered. The kitten felt so small, so controlled. He wanted to agree with the dragon who literally had him in the palm of his hand; more than that, he wanted to surrender himself to the powerful beast and serve him. It felt like there was a dam in his head just waiting to burst, and the pressure was mounting. He was barely aware of the other straining in his shorts as he submitted to the dragon’s will. “I-I understand…Master,” and just like that the damn was broken and his reservations were washed away by the wave of pleasure that overcame him. When Eli could think again they were in another room. A much smaller one, although still massive enough to contain his master. The circular space was much more evenly lit by braziers suspended from the ceiling. The room had a redish-golden tinge from the carpet of coins made out of various precious metals on the floor, but there was also a strong green element from the vines which covered the light grey walls. There was a pool of water paved with flagstones at one end which looked to be fed by a hot spring. The kitten tried to recall when they had moved. His head was fuzzy from all the smoke he had inhaled, but he could vaguely recall his master’s heavy rhythmic foot falls and the sense of being carried. The dragon had said something to him too as they walked, but he couldn’t remember what he said; just that he had nodded and sleepily agreed as he swam in pleasure. There was laughter and music all about, and Eli shook his head to try and clear it. When Eli leaned over the lizard’s great finger pads to see what was going on he was surprised to see two dozen or so cubs dressed only in wisps of silk dancing around beneath them. “Welcome to my hoard, little one.” The dragon stroked Eli’s back tenderly with one digit as the cub gawked. “Is he our new brother Master?” They asked as they danced and japed around the dragon’s hind paws; half to entertain their lord and master, and half just as eager cubs falling over each other to hear the gossip. “Is he one of us? Does he like cock too Master?” “Is he gonna join us Daddy?” One young voice squeaked out. The dragon chuckle-snorted and put the cat boy down. “Yes boys, this is Eli, the latest addition to my hoard and your new brother.” He fell back into his natural posture on all fours causing the ‘carpet’ to jingle from the reverberations. “Go easy on him…I will be back in a moment.” The wyrm turned and left, all the boys ducking as his thick tail swished over head; the shadow covering them for a moment before he was gone. The boys looked at Eli. Eli looked at the boys. The boys smiled. Eli fidgeted uncomfortably. “Uhh…Hello?” Eli ventured. There were giggles. One of the boys stepped forward. A kangaroo boy who was slightly taller than the kitten, and who’s lithe form was [i]ever so slightly[/i] more muscular than Eli’s, stepped forward. “Hey Eli.” He smiled. “Do you wanna wash up?” Eli blinked stupidly. “Wash up?” “Yeah, you had a bit of a…accident there.” The ’roo pointed down to the front of the cat boy’s trousers which were soaked through with his kitty spunk. Eli eep’d and covered up the damp spot prompting some more chuckles from his ‘brothers’. Eli tried frantically to remember when he came, but being under his Master’s power had been like one long orgasm. It was probable that he had cum more than once given how large the circle was. A young voice came to his rescue. “S’okay I made a big stain too when I came here.” There were more giggles at the innocent voice’s utter sincerity, and the voice’s owner—a pomeranian who looked about eight or nine years old—put his paws on his hips indignantly. The joey chuckled and ruffled his fluffy head. “We know you did Lexi.” He turned back to Eli and held out his paw for the kitten. “I’m Daniel Riversspan—and stop covering yourself and shake my paw.” He said with amusement when Eli squirmed and tried to find a way to take the offered paw while without revealing his wetness. “We’re all naked ’cept for you and no one cares. Come on we will get you into the bath and get you ready for Master.” Daniel—who seemed to be the unofficial head of this little harem—wrapped his arm around Eli and swept him towards the pool. The thought of bathing out in the open with all these other boys made Eli feel uncomfortable, but it helped that Dan, who was the most developed of all the boys, was only four inches. It made the kitten feel less uncomfortable about his own lack of development in that area, and, if he was honest with himself, he couldn’t help but feel a little excited as he stole looks at his new brothers. A wave of giggles shortly after signalled that he had been caught stealing glances, and after that there was no more shame to be lost. Eli blushed hard, but undressed at the edge of the hot spring and stepped forward. His hard cocklet, flat belly and puffy nipples free for all to see. If he had been able to see his face at that moment he would have marvelled at how similar the expression he wore was to the first statue he had admired. Two of the boy’s took one of their new brother’s hands each; standing either side of the pool and helping him to steady himself as he walked over the unfamiliar rocks below the surface. Eli felt, and looked, like a prince as he gracefully stepped into the warm waters. His ‘brothers’ quickly joined him with a lot less ceremony. A wet ball of fluff and puppy swam up to him and hugged him. “Hi! I’m Alexander Skipstone, but everyone calls me Lexi. Will you be my friend, big brother? Huh?” “I’m Elis Summerflower and Uh…” The kitten blushed as he hugged the squirming cub in his lap. There was definitely something between the cub’s legs poking into his belly, but he supposed that was fair because the cub had to feel Eli’s own three and a half inch member poking into his bum. “Sure. I’ll be your friend.” Dan swam over behind/beside the flustered kitten. “Lexi is kinda excitable.” He said as he put an arm around Eli’s shoulder. “Don’t let him wear you out.” This earned him a stuck out tongue from the puppy. “Isn’t he also a little young?” Eli realised as he looked around the room. Everyone else was fourteen or thereabouts. The right age for the initiation. Lexi just smiled adorably. “My real big brother Andrew went on his journey five years ago, and I wanted to be initiated too, but they wouldn’t let me go because I was too little.” He explained with over emotive expressions, as if he was reliving the entire thing as he recounted it. “So I followed him into the cave without telling anyone, and Andy wasn’t a special boy, but I was, and Andy cried a lot and Daddy promised he would love me and take good care of me, and that’s how I ended up here!” Eli was impressed by the fussy little pup’s lung capacity, though he supposed his squeaky little voice might not need that much air. He was about to comment on that when he realised something else. “Wait, you’re what? Seven? Eight? So you went caving when you were three?” He felt his blush creep deeper towards his belly button as Dan chuckled and hugged him from behind; rubbing his four inch boner between the kitten’s buns. “Little Lexi there is thirteen this year. I’m twenty-one. Master has a way of preserving his hoard. He stops time for us.” Dan kissed him and pushed his tip against Eli’s pucker. Eli realised the ’roo had something sticky and non-soluble on his cock. The cat boy moaned and winced as the tip of Daniel’s cock slipped past his virgin ring. “Don’t clench.” Dan advised at a whisper. That was easier said than done for a cub who up until now had no exposure to any sort of same sex intimacy. Eli tried to breath deeply and just did what came naturally. He turned Lexi around in the water and started to stroke the boy’s tiny two inch prick. The cub moaned appreciatively. A cup was pressed to his lips by an fox with pink streamers on his upper arms. “Here drink this.” Eli swallowed the waxy textured fluid obediently (it tasted slightly of sugar, but was otherwise bland). “What is it?” He asked on the final gulp. “It’s…[i]oooh[/i]…a-a elastic potion it helps…[i]ah![/i]…helps make your body stretchier.” The little pomeranian moaned as his shaft throbbed between Eli’s fingers. “Stretchier?” The cub groaned out. Just as he finished forming the word the potions effects reached his tail ring and Dan suddenly stabbed all the way in. Eli yipped as his prostate was (over-)stimulated for the first time ever. “Sorry.” The joey whispered in his ear before planting a kiss on his cheek. The ’roo started rocking his rather strong hips in and out of the kitty’s soft rump. Eli just whimpered and kept stroking his younger brother, Lexi, off with a slightly firmer grip. The unexpected pleasure that a cock sliding past his ring brought him made it hard for him to keep from tensing up. He just wanted to curl into a tight full body hug or something. He grabbed at the younger pup to sate his need. Pulling him tight against his chest as he stroked harder. His own boyhood was pointing up from between Lexi’s thighs. The puppy giggled as the rod tickled his sensitive inside legs. Realising what it was, he clamped his legs shut tight and started to hump the water as much as Eli’s grasp would allow; jerking the fourteen year old off with his inner thighs. Dan grinned and hugged them both. He gnawed hard on the kitten’s triangular ears; trusting that the elastic potion would keep him from breaking the skin or causing Eli any other damage. He was close to climax. His breath short and fast as his stabbing hips pleasured them both. Eli’s breath caught, his pulse had somehow shot up to a mile a minute without him noticing. It pounded in his chest and his head. His body was hot and…something more was coming. The virgin boy didn’t recognise it as an orgasm until just before it washed over him. The difference in intensity making it seem like a qualitatively different thing than the climaxes he had coaxed from his body with his own paw. His seed spurted into the water as his voice raised in a yowl of pure pleasure. He had never before thought that his tail hole could bring him such pleasure, and now he would never be satisfied with anything else. Eli’s ring flexed and danced on Dan’s short pole. It was nothing to push the older boy over into climax with him. He had already been on the edge. His seed spat into the cat boy’s rear; depositing the first of many loads the kitten would be taking over the centuries to come in the dragon’s hoard. Dan reached around to tweak Lexi’s pink little nipples which lay hidden under his fluffy fur. He was going to ensure that Eli’s first time would be a triple orgasm, and he succeeded. Lexi was a sensitive little sex-fiend, and he was blessed with the ability to have multiple orgasms one on top of the other as so many cubs can until their need to recharge steals it from them at puberty. The puppy threw his head back and howled as his dick twitched beneath the water. His cum was dry but long and pleasurably intense. Even Lexi couldn’t orgasm forever though and eventually all three came down from their climaxes. Eli lay back against his lover; panting with Dan’s softening cock still inside of him. “That was…great, but I don’t get why I needed the elastic potion. You were going in okay. Sorry, but you’re not as big as some of the boys in my village…” Eli blushed to talk of such things but continued on. “They would have been…really difficult to take.” The cubs around him giggled, even little Lexi. (The traitor!) Eli suddenly got the feeling they knew something he didn’t. “Oh the potion wasn’t for me.” Daniel smiled smugly at something outside the kitten’s view. Slowly Eli turned around until he was looking at his Master, the dragon. The dragon who had apparently been watching some or all of his love making. A dragon who had a hard, red, spiked shaft almost two metres long and as thick as a milk urn. A great wyrm who happened to be smiling at him in a [i]very[/i] suggestive way. Eli turned pale and chuckled weakly as he looked at the monster he was about to submit to. The other cubs giggled along with their new, soon to be initiated, brother.