The Groundsdragon's Game
by tannim
June 6, 2018

	"The race around the field is in five minutes, Don!"

	"Yeah... I know." Donamer didn't look back to his parents as he walked away.

	He didn't want to be at the park.  It was high summer and it was HOT.  There was no air conditioning and there wasn't even any ice cream or other cool treats, since apparently the picnic committee who had organized everything hadn't thought to buy any.  Soda only went so far to a bored lazy nine year old dragon who didn't like sports games and sweating.

	Other cubs were playing some of the random games around the park as he passed by them.  The ring toss was always rigged.  The football toss was probably rigged, or at least they were bad enough that it may as well have been.  He did kind of like the gun to shoot a ball into something, but that was over really quick since they only gave three shots.  What they needed were video games.  He wiped his forehead, video games and air conditioning.

	A door caught his eye as he walked along the main park area.  It was open.  Donamer hurried over and shivered at the feeling of cold air wafting out.  With the cool air he heard the familiar sounds of things grunting and screaming with repeated impact type noises.  That meant one thing to any kid.  Somebody was playing a video game.  Air conditioners and video games were more than enough justification for the boy to slip inside.

	There was a short hall with gardening equipment on the walls, a cement floor, and beyond that, another open door to the right leading into another room.  The place smelled of old grass but it was cool and when he peered into the other room, he saw the welcoming glow of a TV with a game on its screen.  The light blue floor was relatively clean and there wasn't much else in there other than a small fridge, a little table, a single chair, and a large green dragon with his wings folded holding a controller with both hands sitting in that chair.

	Donamer watched for several seconds as the game played out.  A small green thing in a shell walked and jumped, pausing to kick things, hit things with its weapon, or jump and then do one or both of the other attacks over and over again.  For a nine year old, it was a powerful lure and after less than a minute, he moved closer.

	"You're not supposed to be here.  Get out." The dragon didn't look away from the game.

	A flashing box at the top of the screen made Donamer smile more.  It said Press Start with 2up next to it.  He was playing a two player co-op possible game!

	"Can I play?"

	Looking away a moment with muzzle open to respond, the dragon didn't get a chance to.  The words Shell Shocked played from the tv and made him jerk his head back to the screen just in time to see it go black with a count down timer.  He took a deep breath and then sighed.

	"That was my last guy.  I'm on break.  What do you want?"

	"Uh... the door was open." Donamer looked at the TV again and at the other controller on the console. "Can I play? It's two player!"

	"You're not supposed to be in here and that door isn't supposed to be open." Tapping the controller, he shrugged. "There's no other chair, so you'll sit on the floor after you go and close the door."

	"OK!" Donny turned and walked back to the door.

	When he came back, the dragon smirked. "I expected you to run there and back again.  You didn't look like a walker."

	"I don't like running.  Can I be Player 1?"

	"No.  Now sit down... on the FLOOR not on my chair.  I don't want your butt breaking the arm on this thing." As Donamer sat down on the floor right in front of him, the older dragon looked his skinny frame up and down.  Blue skin, no wings, no horns, somewhat baggy shirt, loose pants, and over-sized shoes.  Definitely not the athletic type but not fat, either.  Probably one of the skinny lazy types seeing as he hadn't ran earlier. "I'm Tannim.  The grounds keeper today.  You here for the picnic?"

	"Uh huh." Donamer crawled over to the console a few feet away and then back with the controller. "I hate running and it's hot outside."

	"I hate that heat too.  I had to work in it all day." Tannim pressed start. "Pick whatever one you want... uh..."

	The boy spent only a second browsing the four turtles before choosing one. "I like the guy with the sword. He looks cool and his headband matches me!"

	Despite not getting an answer as to who the boy was, Tannim pressed start with his own and went with it. "Yeah... I guess it does."

	It was not a difficult game, since he had it on easy, and Donamer was totally focused on it.  Tannim, on the other hand, was looking the young dragon over as they played.  His skin did match the character's blue headband pretty well.  Since he was being quiet, he was definitely not the worst cub that could have wandered in.  The fact that he looked cute was a nice bonus as well.  Maybe he could have a bit of fun with him.

	He stomped his right foot suddenly, making the boy jump. "Shit, foot itch! Arg... gotta pause." The game stopped, he wiggled his foot around, then tapped it against Donamer's elbow. "Get this boot off and scratch my foot."

	"Huh? Why me?"

	The boot bumped his elbow harder, knocking the controller out of his hand. "You're in the way so I can't do it myself.  Now hurry up! It stays paused until I get this scratched!"

	Donamer made a face of annoyance, then grabbed the boot and tugged at the laces.  It felt weird taking somebody else's shoe off, or boot, whatever, but it wasn't as weird as feeling the sudden intense heat from inside that boot and surrounding the sock covered foot radiating over his hand and near his face.  He looked up, the other dragon looked down, then both looked to the flexing foot.

	Tannim hissed at him. "On the bottom, in the arch.  Get those claws scratching."

	Little hands awkwardly caught his heel and smaller claws halfheartedly scratched at the bottom for a second.  Donamer made a face at the funny scent coming off of the sock.  It wasn't BAD, just... weird and musky.  The fact that the sock was damp made it feel icky, too and he pulled away after barely more than a few scratches.

	"Erg, that's not going to cut it, kiddo." Tannim swung his lower leg a bit to tap the ball of his foot against Don's cheek. "Fine. Take the sock off and I'll do it myself.  Just grab the top and pull down."

	Flinching at the touch and lingering moist heat, Donnie grabbed at the hem and yanked down.  It was funny watching the white sock come down and the green skin being exposed.  Kind of gross, but funny.  It was interesting watching the flesh texture change from soft calf to more firm ankle and then change to weird toe like thing and suddenly go back to soft skin as the sole came out.  The weird toe like thing caught his interest.  He hadn't seen a heel spur before.  None of his family had them.

	He was too shy to ask what that part was and glad to just pull the sock free so he could get it out of his face.  Tannim jerked his foot up over him and let out a groan of relief at scratching it himself.  He wasn't so glad when it was thrust out in front of his face and the older male's leg rested on his shoulder.

	"Phew.  You make a much better foot rest than you do a scratcher, you know that?" Tannim didn't move it off and when Donamer tried to shrug it off, he kept his legs stiff to keep it there. "Something wrong?"

	Don squirmed and pushed at the leg just below the knee. "I can't see because your big smelly foot is in the way!"

	"Hey, it's not smelly! I washed it yesterday, it's plenty clean even after today's park work." The big dragon let his leg be pushed off. "Alright.  Hurry up and take my other boot and sock off and I suppose I can unpause the game again."

	"Why? Is that one itching too?" He sounded annoyed.

	The left boot was nudged up against the unhappy boy's other side. "No.  It just fees weird having one foot bare and the other in a boot.  I don't like having one be cold while the other is hot." Three more nudges had no effect, so Tannim used his other foot to press against Donamer's muzzle.  The arch curled around the boy's snout so the ball and toes could tweak his upper lip, then he pushed to make Don face his boot. "Come on... Take it off or I'm not un-pausing."

	Donamer resisted for several more seconds turning his face away from the sweaty and hot, but surprisingly soft dragon's foot. "Fine! Stop! Geeze!"

	"No, now that it's there it's going to stay there until its brother is free from its hot prison."

	A snort was the only response to that, but Donamer did as he was told and tugged the laces open, then tugged the boot and sock off like he had before.  Again the heat and trapped musk wafted up from it over his hands and face.  It was still a weird odor.  Not bad but... not good? Maybe?  One of those weird funny smells that wasn't quite as bad as he thought it was and he kept sniffing to verify it was, in fact, not right or maybe not wrong.

	Tannim laughed at him making faces at the foot on his face and pat his cheek with the newly exposed one before pulling both of them away. "Thank you, that is much better.  Un-pausing... NOW.

	The pat made Donamer flinch away, only to press his muzzle more firmly into the right sole before both were set back on the floor.  He was glad to be rid of them finally and quickly turned back to the TV.  After a second he scrubbed at his muzzle with his wrist.  The moist heat from where those feet had touched lingered on his muzzle.  It took a few more rubbings before he stopped feeling it so much.

	After a few minutes, he forgot about it and let himself be lost in the game.  Tannim played poorly, with things on his mind.  It had been too much fun teasing the boy.  The frustrated grunts and flinches and annoyed expressions were so cute.  No reason NOT to get more of those.  Besides, he had to get the boy out of there somehow.

	He pulled both legs back and sat his feet on Donamer's tail with his toes touching the cub's butt without saying a word.  Little Donny leaned forward, making a visible statement that he was ignoring the touch.  That just encouraged Tannim to stroke both feet up and down the cute blue tail, working them together at first, then moving just one up and back, then moving them up and back at opposite times.

	The older dragon bumped his toes against Donamer's butt just as the cub was being attacked in the game, making him jump. "Careful! That laser almost got you!"

	"Quit it! You're making me get hit!"

	Nodding, Tannim slid his feet up along the tail and under his little friend's shirt. "Is this better?"

	Donamer arched his back at the touch and sat upright.  He was feeling really weird suddenly.  The touches weren't... bad, but they weren't good either.  Adults weren't supposed to touch under his clothes.  The big guy wasn't really doing anything other than annoying him, and he saw other guys do that to other kids, but it was still weird feeling.

	"No, it's not better." He pushed at the right ankle, then giggled when the toes on the left foot wiggled against his side. "That tickles!"

	"DOES it?" Tannim exaggerated his surprise and stopped the moment the pressure on his other leg stopped.  When Donamer let go to grab at the left, he moved the right to do the same. "I bet this does, too."

	"EEEEEE! Hahaha Yes! It does! Quit that!" When both feet at once tickled his sides, Don dropped the controller and clutched at both through his shirt. "HEY! HEHEHE, DON'T, Please!"

	Donamer pushed down to push the feet out of his shirt and Tannim relented. "Well, alright.  Since you said please."

	His feet pulled away, they both took the game controllers back up and went back to it.  The touches continued throughout though, with Tannim sometimes pressing them to Donny's skinny back, tail, and sometimes neck or cheeks.  Since he wasn't tickling anymore, the nine year old just ignored them again, but as the game progressed, his teasing did, too, and got harder to ignore.

	After waiting for a boss fight, Tannim slid his toes around the hem of Donamer's shirt, tugging at the fabric until the cub tugged the shirt away from one.  As soon as it was up, the large adult toes slid down to tug at his belt-line, then simply pressed against him and slid down into his pants and under his underwear as well against soft bare blue skin.

	Donamer let out a yell of surprise but he was too busy trying not to die on screen to really fight the invasion, even when Tannim's feet slid down and around over his hips and then directly over and against his soft dick in the front.  The boy jerked his head around to look in shock but the big dragon was looking at the TV and still playing just as he had been while the rhino on screen was charging at them.

	Neither foot was actually DOING anything.  They just pressed against him and rested there.  He felt funny with them touching him like that.  THAT was definitely a bad touch, though as unwanted as it was, it didn't feel particularly bad.  The big dragon's soles were hot, damp, and rather nice against his penis.  They certainly made him shift a lot and he had a very hard time concentrating.

	He knew he should leave, but he didn't.  It was hot outside.  There was nothing to do outside and as gross as having somebody's feet touching him had been, at least he was cool and having fun.  Donamer could feel his penis slowly stiffening against the pressure and heat against it.  Maybe that was fun too, but he really wished they weren't there.  It was really hard to concentrate suddenly.

	Tannim felt the swelling and nodded to himself.  He waited until the boss fight was nearly over, then pressed his feet together tighter around the cub's not exactly little erection.  Both balls of his feet squeezed firmly around it three times, then the right went up and the left went down, then the left up and to the right down.  His heel spurs dug in against Donamer's hips to help anchor his leg against the movements as well as to make it harder for the boy to squirm away from the touch.  He was rather surprised his little friend hadn't gotten up and ran out already.

	"Mmm!" Donamer kept his mouth shut, wailing on the boss with his swords while the big feet just kept scrubbing over his stiff dick.

	He hadn't done much touching down there yet, though he knew how.  It was much different having somebody else touch him! The fact that it was without permission upset him, but it didn't make it feel any less good.  Mental conflict had him looking toward the way he had come in without getting up to get out.  Good touch and bad touch at the same time was confusing.

	The rhino went down and Tannim casually pulled his feet out of Don's pants and rested both lightly on his shoulders, using the ball of the left to pat his cheek. "Good job! We beat him.  I didn't think we were going to.  I'm on my last guy already."

	"Huh?" Donamer looked up, confused.  The big dragon was acting like nothing unusual had happened at all. "But what was all... uh... that?"

	"What?" Tannim let his feet drop back down to the floor as he sat up straighter. "All of what?"

	"That... with the, I mean, your, ummm... touching."

	"Hey, my hands never left the control, kid."

	"No, not your hands!" Donamer grabbed the big male's right ankle and slapped his foot. "These!"

	Not resisting, Tannim shrugged. "That's only one thing. That would be a THIS."

	Grabbing the other, too, Donnie tugged them both up. "THESE.  You were rubbing these on my..." His blue skin turned slightly purple on his cheeks as he flushed. "on my, you know."

	"Yeah, they have a mind of their own sometimes.  I have nothing to do with what they do." Tannim leaned forward with a look of interest on his face. "What were they doing THIS time?"

	"But," Donamer gaped at him. "but you have to know what they were doing!"

	"I was too busy playing the game to notice.  That guy was pretty annoying."

	"They were touching me!" The boy looked shyly down. "Er, in my pants."

	"IN your pants? How'd they get there? Your shirt's covering them.  You should tuck it in, it looks more polite."

	Tannim managed to keep from laughing when Don's muzzle shut with a clack before he turned back to the TV.  He didn't know whether the cub believed that or not, but the kid was certainly confused.  He could probably go further.

	"If they were in there, why didn't you leave? You're not supposed to let a stranger touch you like that."

	"It's too hot out."

	"Right.  It's very hot out.  And if my feet snuck back in, say like this..." Tannim leaned down to tug the boy's shirt up, tugged his pants open on the right, stuffed his foot back in, leaving them outside his underwear this time, and pressed it right up to the boy's small erection. "Would you still think it was too hot outside to get away from a bad touch?"

	"Um... um..." Donamer looked down at his pants, though he could only see the extra bulk outlined in them and the ankles leading up to legs, then back to the older male. "I... I should go."

	Tannim kept rubbing the young one's very stiff erection with both feet through the boy's underwear.  He didn't say anything else and just enjoyed the conflicted expression of a boy who knew he was in trouble, but wasn't sure if he wanted to get out of it or not.  Donamer's tail moved in growing panic and interesting needy urges and his eyes kept darting toward the door and back, but he still hadn't moved.

	After around fifteen seconds, Tannim gestured to the door. "The door is over there."

	Donamer grabbed at the big green ankles just above his pants line. "I don't... but... I don't... NEED to go?"	

	Both feet kept squeezing him, then suddenly stopped.  Tannim pulled them out, with the nine year old offering no resistance to them coming out.  Donny just looked down at them as they slid out of his pants and the bigger dragon lifted the right foot up to press it's ball against his face again.

	"Kiss."

	It was a firm command, and Donamer didn't like how it sounded, but the oddly pleasant musk wafting off the soft damp foot made it easy enough to do as he was told.  His lips brushed over it quickly and he pulled away just as quickly.  Not much of a kiss, but since the older dragon dropped it away from his face, apparently it was enough.

	Tannim rested it right on Don's lap with the arch pressing down hard on his erection before lifting the other one up. "Good enough for now.  Now this one."

	Pressure on his needy cock was enough motivation for another kiss.  Donamer gave it a little more pressure, feeling really silly, embarrassed, and excited.  He'd never had anybody touch him down there like that before.  They may have been smelly feet, or rather pleasantly fragrant as he thought about it in his lustful haze, but they felt better than his own hands.  After the kiss, they both slid back to his sides, but didn't go in.

	He looked down at them, then back up to the older male.  Tannim pat his hips but didn't say anything again.  It took another tap and a few more seconds of waiting before Donamer thought to pull his pants open to let them in.  He was glad they slid under his underwear again and he got the direct touch he'd gotten last time.  They were so soft against his so hard dick.

	Donamer squirmed on the floor so he could spread his legs wider.  His pants were feeling really cramped with so much extra mass in there.  He looked up to the other dragon again and then back down yet again.  Was he supposed to say something? Should he do something? Everything was so weird suddenly.  Weird in a really good way.

	The other dragon was quiet too.  He was looking right at him while working his feet around in there.  Both of his hands were on his knees, the nine year old guessed for support, but he had a funny smile on his face.  It wasn't threatening, but it wasn't one he'd see in public as the soles slid up and down and squeezed together repeatedly in his pants.

	Tannim kept working the boy for almost a minute, enjoying the heat and hardness on his soles, then pulled out again. "That's enough.  If you want more.  Go lock the door.  My pants will come off and you'll make me feel good, with anything you feel comfortable with, then I'll finish you off." He enjoyed the look of panic on the little one's face. "Don't worry, I won't shove anything up your butt."

	Donamer stood up, feeling even more needy than he had and ran for the door.  He stopped at it, staring at the handle with has hands shaking while holding it.  The big dragon hadn't moved to come after him.  He should go.  He REALLY needed to go.  The door was right there, he was holding it.  He should go.  His dick told him to stay.  His dick was dumb, but he let the door click with a lock and did what it said anyway.  It was better than being hot.
