A New Dawn - Chapter 16 (The Clothes Make the Dragon)

Story by Malakye on SoFurry

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#18 of Malakye's Story - Part 2 (A New Dawn)

A New Dawn is the sequel to my story 'A Place to Belong'. I hope you enjoy this part as much as the last (if not even more! :-)) and those of you who are late to the party, I recommend that you read the first part. Or don't, it's up to you.

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Jason proceeded to get up, the fur pelt covering his modesty fell and even in the extreme dimness of the room, I could clearly see the sheer size of him. The limp muscle hanging between his legs, it had to be as thick as my wrist, my mind boggled. If Michael was the same size as him no wonder that my tail-hole was feeling particularly tender.

I didn't want them to think that I felt embarrassed or feeling awkward about the whole situation. I stood up as well, silently grateful that my penis had receded back into its slit, making me feel slightly less bashful. I looked around for any sign of my loin cloth.

"Looking for this stud?" Jason asked, my loin cloth hanging from his finger.

I reached for it and he pulled it just out of my reach. I reached out for it again and once again he pulled it out of my reach. I gave him an unamused look, while he just grinned. He snickered and tossed it at me.

"Can you blame me for wanting to keep you naked?" I just shook my head and looked round at Michael, who was quite blatantly staring at my ass.

Jason stepped forward and planted a kiss on my muzzle. I was taken by surprise by the act but managed to stop myself from pulling away. His tongue pushed its way into my maw and the soft muscle wrestled with my own tongue. He wrapped his arms round me and pressed his large muscular body press against mine. I relaxed and returned the gesture, and suddenly I felt another hot, muscular body press against my back, another set of muscular arms wrapping round me, and a tongue gently licking at my neck.

After the kiss was over, I was a little breathless and Jason looked me in the eye and gave me a wink. I could feel the hot flesh of his cock pressed against my thigh and the strong, hard, muscular chest of Michael against my back. I turned my head to see Michael with a similar grin to Jason.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"Well you said you didn't remember much of last night, so we thought we'd give you a little something to remember this by." Jason grinned. "And if you ever want to relive the experience, sober or drunk, you are welcome in our bed any time!"

"Any time!" Michael repeated, giving my ass a gentle squeeze with one of his massive paws.

"Thanks." I blushed but couldn't stop smiling.

"Now how about we all go get some grub!" Michael said. "Cody is getting the others up, so we can all go together."******************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************


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Chapter 16

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Breakfast at Darcy's had been a relatively relaxing affair, she didn't try to suffocate me with her breasts, no one brought up or commented on my night with Jason and Michael. Surprisingly Cody didn't seem upset about it at all, I was relieved but truthfully I almost wanted him to be bothered by the whole thing; at least a little. Did he not care? Sitting there smiling as if everything was okay. Was my feelings towards him one way? Maybe it really was just about sex to him...

Thankfully Eric and Aceh acted like nothing had happened. No knowing glances or smiles exchanged. Even Jason was relatively quiet about the whole thing, I had expected him to bring it up at every available opportunity. I was glad he hadn't.

After breakfast I headed back home, I had the day to myself but my right arm was just a dull throb of pain. I had no idea why but it was getting worse as time went on. By the end of breakfast I had barely been able to hold a spoon. I hoped my father knew what was wrong or how to stop it.

I walked down the long corridor of the Anaris household, adorned with tapestries and weapons, clutching my right arm. As I approached the dining room I heard voices, my father and someone else whose voice I recognised. It was Callidus. The door was open so I stopped out of sight and listened, I didn't want to interrupt but at the same time I was curious about what they were discussing. By their tone it seemed serious.

"The scouts have confirmed it, the wolves are on the move." Callidus said sternly. "They have set siege to Yanzomien* and have razed Rengilar* to the ground."

I felt a stab sorrow about the survivors of the attack on Rengilar. The wolf had told us that they were going to attack again, but we had run up the mountain. Could we have warned them?

"What about Zangar?" My father asked.

"Mikaheil's group has not returned yet. We are still waiting to find out." Callidus replied. "There is a bigger problem."

"What is it?"

"If the wolves decide to try and follow your son and his companions, they will discover that we are still up here. They could decide to come and finish the job they started sixteen years ago."

"Callidus..."

"What if they are scouting for the wolves!?"

"Now you're being paranoid!" Kaldor snapped. I could hear him begin to pace.

"If they bring the wolves to our door step..."

"THEN LET THEM COME!" I flinched at the ferocity in my fathers voice. I felt his nen flare, it felt like a roaring fire, it receded as quickly as it had come. "You were always the smart one out of the two of us. Do you really think that my son would willingly bring the wolves to our doorstep?"

"He may be your son Kaldor, but he was raised by the wolves, he is as much a wolf as he is a dragon!"

"He is my son!"

"AND THIS IS WAR!" Callidus countered. "War Kaldor! The last war destroyed this settlement. And if it comes back to our doorstep then our only option is to fight to the last! There s no escape this time! The Labyrinth * is sealed off and we have no master rock benders to unseal it or seal it behind us. We have no one to guide us through it! If the wolves come then we must fend them off, but even if we do they will come again! They always come again!"

"I know all this Callidus! Do you think I have forgotten?" My father sighed. "But that does not mean that Malakye is a spy! And I will hear no more talk about it!"

"Kaldor..."

"NO MORE ABOUT IT!" My father snarled. "Do I make myself clear!?"

"Crystal."

Silence fell over the two of them and I took a step back from the door and sighed. Callidus didn't trust me, but at least Kaldor was on my side. As if I would give them up to the wolves! Was he crazy? I turned and out of the corner of my eye I saw someone standing behind me. I jumped and nearly cried out in fright. It was Jovani, he held a finger up to his muzzle, signalling me to be quiet.

"It's not nice to eavesdrop Young Master." He whispered.

"They were talking about me." I whispered back, trying to explain myself. I knew that I was just making excuses now, but I hadn't meant to listen in.

"Are you in pain?" He asked. I was thankful for the change in direction of the conversation.

"My arm kinda hurts." I said holding it up. "It's a constant throbbing, it's been bothering me all morning."

"Hmm..." He mused and rubbed his chin. "I have something that will ease the pain." He motioned me to walk with him.

I followed him back down the hallway I had just come from, past the door I had used to enter the house, towards what I had been told was the servants quarters. I hadn't been in this area of the house before. There was nothing to tell it apart from the rest of the house, the hall ways were still decorated with countless weapons and tapestries. Eventually we came to a stop at a sturdy wooden door. Jovani pulled a key from the small pouch he wore at his hip and unlocked it. I followed Jovani in and quickly realised that this wasn't just any room, it was Jovani's bedroom.

"I should have some kantis root* in here somewhere." He said as he began to rummage in the drawer of a wooden desk.

While he looked for the root I took the opportunity to look around the room. It was very basic, a sturdy wooden desk with paper and quills for writing, a bed and a large wooden chest. A fire burned brightly in a fire place, lighting the room and keeping it warm. The room was tidy and well organised, but there was very little in here that told me anything about Jovani, considering that he lives here, and has lived here for a long time, it was hard to believe that the room displayed so little of who Jovani was.

"Here we go!" He said triumphantly, turning and handing me what looked like a lump of wood.

"What do I do with it?"

"Chew on it. It will help with the pain."

I eyed the root suspiciously and then looked at Jovani, trying to gleam if this was some sort of practical joke on his part. It seemed that it wasn't. I decided to trust him, he had been a great help to me since I had come to live here, listening, advising and assisting me in anyway possible. Plus the pain in my arm was slowly getting worse, at this point I would be happy for any amount of relief from the constant throbbing.

I hesitated a moment longer before taking the root between my teeth and began to chew. At first it felt like I was chewing on a lump of wood, but then a sour taste washed over my tongue. It was almost enough to make me spit it out out of reflex. It was horrible, I would happily gargle a mouthful of piss in order to improve the taste.

"Just keep chewing on that and the pain will eventually dull."

"Fanks Hofani..." I mumbled.

"You're most welcome young master." He smiled. "Now what are you doing home at this hour? I would have thought you'd be training with Xavier?"

"Aveer..." I scowled. The kantis root was making it difficult to speak without sounding like an idiot. "He rave me the gay off."

I didn't miss the smirk that curled at the edges of Jovani's muzzle. He was laughing at me, or at least my lack of ability to talk properly while chewing on this disgusting root. I glared at him, but he either didn't notice my annoyance or simply didn't care.

"Most fortuitous then! Master Kaldor had been wanting to purchase you some warmer clothes."

"I donk wong his laricky!"

"I'm sorry... I didn't quite catch that."

I growled and spat the root into my paw. The bad taste still there, not as bad, but it was going to be a while before I tasted anything else.

"I said, I don't want his charity!"

"This is not charity young master. Simply a father wishing to give his son what he needs to survive." Jovani interjected. "Plus as a member of the Anaris house you must have garments on hand for any occasion!"

"I am not a pet that he can dress up and parade around!" I snarled.

"Of course not!" Jovani responded, taken aback, an unmistakeable tone of anger in his voice.

It was the first time I had ever heard Jovani even slightly angry. His entire demeanour changed, suddenly I saw the warrior contained behind Jovani's mannerisms and wistful comments come out. His body language became aggressive and he clenched his fists so tight that they shook. It seemed that disrespecting my father had set something off in him. Truthfully I was little nervous. It felt like I was standing in front of Aceh, not the harmless Jovani.

"You're father simply wants to provide for you! Just as any parent would!" He snapped. He regained his composure after the sudden out burst, but was still visibly irritated. "He has instructed me to take you to Garibaldi, so you can be fitted with a fitting wardrobe. Simply wearing a loincloth will not allow you to survive outside of the caves!"

"So he doesn't want to dress me up?"

"No, but he instructed me to ensure you had clothes for special occasions, and furs to keep you warm. Other than that you are allowed to pick what you want and the house will pick up the bill. Garibaldi is a fine tailor."

"Fine..." I relented.

I felt quite foolish. Once again Kaldor was just trying to be a father and I was ready to throw it back in his face. I had to get used to the fact that he wasn't trying to impress me, just provide for me. But it was difficult when I was so used to providing for myself, or at least earning it.

"How is your arm?" Jovani asked, his mood and tone having reset back to neutral.

I moved and flexed my arm, surprised that the throbbing had gone. It still ached, but it was now bearable. This root was a lot more effective than I had expected. I hesitated but willingly put the root back in my maw and began chewing again. The bitter taste returning but it was worth it if it helped in the long run. I still don't know why my arm hurt like it did, that was something to work out later. Right now I had to appease Jovani, and allow him to complete the task set by my father. To take me shopping.

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I followed Jovani through a, particularly colourful, curtain which was the doorway to Garibaldi's workshop. Jovani had explained that he was the finest tailor in Zangar. Back when it was in it's prime, many patrons would travel to Zangar just to have Garibaldi make some fine clothing for them. It was surprising that such a talented tailor would remain in Zangar, choosing not to continue his trade in New Zangar, but he had chosen to stay in isolation. Living in a secret society that few knew existed.

The first thing I noticed was the smell, the smell of clean, crisp fabric. Along the walls were railings filled with dozens outfits. Jovani began to examine some of the outfits on a nearby racking, I looked round and saw no-one. Where was Garibaldi?

"How about this Young Master?" I turned to see Jovani holding a jacket up.

The jacket looked exquisite. A dark brown leather jacket with an intricate green and red floral design around the lapels and shoulders. I touched it, felt the fabric, I had never seen anything like it.

"Beautiful isn't it?" I heard a voice from behind me.

I turned to see an ageing Zangarian, wearing a similar style jacket and pants, only they were a pale grey rather than the colourful green and red of the jacket Jovani held. He wore a measuring tape around his neck. Deep wrinkles surrounded his eyes and he walked with a hunch.

"Good to see you Jovani." The elderly dragon smiled.

"You too old friend."

"So is this Kaldor's youngin?"

"That he is."

"Are you... Garibaldi?" I asked. He responded with a smile and a nod.

"So what can I do for you today?"

"Lord Anaris wishes to purchase a full wardrobe for his son."

"He does does he?" He chuckled.

He peered at me, leaning in close and began to pace around me. Occasionally poking and prodding me, examining me as if I was some animal at market. Every now and then he would make a grunt or a noise I couldn't identify as either positive or negative.

"Very nice... excellent figure, good muscle distribution..." He muttered. "Your father was most difficult, those damn muscle of his constantly growing... I had to repair his outfits so often!"

I stifled a laugh. I could just imagine my father as he grew, ripping his clothes as he built up that powerful physic of his. But I already knew that Kaldor hated wearing formal gear, preferring to go in little more than a loin cloth.

"I don't want anything restricting." I said, not sure if Garibaldi was actually listening to me. He was now measuring me with the tape that had hung around his neck.

"These youngins today! They don't appreciate style! Simply settling for meagre loincloths!" Garibaldi ranted to himself. "At least the females understand! Oh yes, those lovely ladies who come to me for their clothes, quite beautiful, made even more so by my outfits!"

I began to wonder just what the hell was going on. Was he talking to me, or just muttering to himself? I made an involuntary noise when suddenly Garibaldi's paws brushed my crotch as he measured my thigh.

"What's this!?" He snarled. "Do you not even wear underwear!?" He slapped me on the ass and I spun round and glared at him. Even though I was a good foot taller than him he stared me down with no fear. "WELL?!"

"What the hell is underwear!?" I snapped back.

"What is... Deities preserve me!"

He stomped across the room and grabbed something out of a box. He threw what ever it was at me. I caught it and examined it. It was a soft fabric, black in colour, it was obviously a garment of some sort, it had a number of large holes in it and a button on the back.

"What am I meant to do with this?" I asked.

"Put it on!" He snapped impatiently.

"How?"

Garibaldi sighed and shook his head, offering a silent prayer to the deities again I could imagine, and stepped towards me. He took the underwear off me.

"Step into it like this." He said, proceeding to slip one of his legs into the holes. "And then do the same with the other."

He tossed them back to me and I did as he had shown. I wobbled slightly when my foot-paw got caught on the fabric, but managed to keep my balance. Once I had the second leg in he motioned me to pull it up my legs.

"Now secure the button above your tail."

Once it was done I let my loin cloth fall back into place. It felt snug, comfortable and yet strange. I began to pace around the room, happy that the garment didn't seem to impede my movement at all, the soft fabric moving over my scales as I walked felt rather erotic, but not enough to arouse me all the way.

"What's the point of these?" I asked.

"..." Garibaldi made some noise and once again shook his head. Jovani took the opportunity to explain.

"While keeping your modesty in check, they also provide protection from chafing when wearing pants and other outfits Young Master."

I found it a little strange when he mentioned my modesty, understanding what he meant by it, but I hadn't realised that my modesty was an issue. But regardless of that they were quickly growing on me. They were very comfortable, I would have to see how they fared during a training session.

"Now if your quite done, can I finish taking your measurements now?" Garibaldi asked impatiently.

Time passed by slowly. Jovani insisted on several types of outfit, both he and Garibaldi discussing the various cuts, fabrics, designs and colours that should be used on them. I was lost as to what they spoke about. In the end I had become a glorified tailors dummy, trying on outfits they handed me. For the most part I tuned it out, it was so boring!

Once they were done I picked out a few, more practical outfits for everyday use from the racks and then with an armful of clothes, and several more intricate outfits on order, we finally left. I had picked out an outfit to keep me warm when I went outside the confines of the caves, the grey fur felt luxurious and soft; and smelt a hell of a lot better than the outfit Xavier had given me when he had taken me gliding.

Jovani helped me carry it all. We headed back to the Anaris household and headed for my room. I dumped everything on my bed when I noticed that there was a second chest in my room.

"Lord Anaris asked me to purchase a new chest for you, it arrived yesterday." Jovani explained.

I went over and examined it. It was made of wood and steel, newly made, I could still smell that the wood had been cut recently. The key was in the lock, I turned it and opened the chest, surprised to see that along with a number of bottles of scented oils a familiar lock box already sitting in there. I lifted it out and smiled, it was the lock box Eric had given me to keep my few possessions safe.

"Your fox companion brought that round yesterday." He explained. "Do you require any more assistance Young Master?"

"No... thank you Jovani."

"Very well." He made to leave, pausing at the door before turning round. "I forgot to mention that tonight is the Festival of Lunas*, the last full moon of summer. There is to be an event in the market place tonight, if I could suggest that you wear something nice for the occasion?"

"Okay, I will" I assured him.

It seemed only fair since I now had more clothes than I had owned in my entire life. Jovani left and I turned my attention back to the lock box. I pressed the hidden buttons and heard the lock pop open, I lifted the lid tenderly and gazed at the contents. A roll of bandages I had bought in Rengilar and a loin cloth, but what important was what was wrapped in the loin cloth. I unfolded it and gazed at the silver pendant, a pained smile crept across my muzzle, it was the one I had gotten for Rose. It was probably worth a fair amount, the sapphire looked black in the dim light of the room.

I clutched the pendant tightly in my paw and thought of the happy times I had spent with Rose, as few as they were, our time together had been short. I imagined what our life together could have been like. If we'd been able to have kids? A life so far away from this one, it was hard to picture it. But I could have that life here, with someone.

There were probably any number of females willing to have a family with me, the sudden marriage proposal from the dragonesses the other other day for example. But I don't want to simply have kids with someone, I want to spend my life with someone I care about. My mind flashed to Cody, I still hadn't spoken to him about how I felt, I still felt a little sore about how little he had cared about my night with Jason and Michael. If he truly didn't feel the same way about me then maybe it was time I thought about settling down and having a family? Most males my age were either married or engaged in some form or another.

A family, kids... things I never thought I'd have. And now that I was thinking about it I suddenly felt obligated to have them. I was the last of the Anaris's, my father had already given up on loving another female after my mother, so that left it up to me. And I did feel responsible, was it right to let my family line die out because of my love for another male?

I sighed and fell onto the bed. Things were getting complicated. I didn't know what to do any more. Maybe I'd ask Eric? Or perhaps Kaldor? There was also Aceh... but I wasn't so confident he would be able to help me find an answer to my current predicament. But I certainly wasn't going to find them laying on my bed either. I had to get ready and go to this festival, Jovani made it seem like a bit of big deal so I should at least go and see what all the fuss was about.

I stood up and began to sift through the clothes I had taken back with me. I slipped off my loin cloth, leaving me in nothing but a pair of underwear. I had forgotten I had been wearing them, they were surprisingly comfy, and they didn't restrict my movement in anyway. They still felt foreign now that I had noticed them again, and they made me feel strangely aroused. I wonder if they looked sexy? I smiled when I thought about asking Cody what he thought of them.

"I suppose I'd better get dressed." I muttered aloud, turning back to the pile of clothes.

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