Summer heat

by Michverdun   

When Clyde finds a dragon that had been trapped in ice for centuries, he tries to figure out the dragon’s past while helping him acclimate to the future.

Clyde brought one arm up to the lip of the cave, his shoes scratching at the rock wall to find a foothold. He panicked, taking a quick glance at the ground below him. He had gone way too far this time, as he was at least at leg-breaking height, if not neck-breaking height. If he didn’t get in this cave now, it was going to hurt.

With that extra burst of motivation, the bobcat found some decent footing and pulled himself into the mouth of the cave. He immediately flopped over onto his back, panting and letting out whispered expletives as he looked out onto the forest. From the ground, he thought this cave was a quick climb up, but he could clearly see over the tops of the trees.

“Fucking hell,” Clyde sighed, feeling his heart pound out of his chest. His doctor had told him to lay off the summer exercise due to his fur, but just hiking wasn’t enough to get his mind off his troubles. He needed to push himself harder, until he couldn’t really focus on things that weren’t his own body straining. He found it, along with a high risk of heat stroke. He cursed his gray, spotted fur and his impulsive decision making as he laid on the cold stone. He was going to have to stay here until he cooled down.

Clyde pawed at the water bottle clipped to his hip, only to hear a hollow clanging noise. It was empty. He groaned as he sat up. How was he so stupid as to not bring enough water? He put his head in his hands, silently shaking with frustration.

Once he had gained enough energy to stand, he took a quick look around the cave. It was covered in giant spikes of unnaturally blue ice. The same ice also created thick lines on the walls of the cave. He put his hand up to one of the spikes. The cool feeling was perfect on his fur, but he quickly pulled away as the cool feeling turned to freezing pain. These things were frigid.

“What the fuck…” Clyde said to himself as he pushed further into the cave. He could feel the temperature drop even further, and as he looked around, he started to notice that parts of the cave wall without ice were scorched. As he kept going, the temperature dropped further, until he saw what he thought was the source.

A massive chunk of ice stood in the middle of the cave, almost completely blocking any further movement. It was the same shade of unnatural blue, but Clyde could feel the cold emanating off the block.

Clyde got the feeling that he didn’t really have the knowledge needed to understand what he was looking at, but as he looked down at a particularly sharp rock and felt his dry tongue, he realized that he did have water: it just might take a while.

He grabbed the rock off the ground and started to chip at the ice block. The block was insanely hard to chip, but he kept at it, slowly chipping away at the mini glacier. He could start to see his breath as he kept picking at the ice. His hands started to shiver as the cold pushed even further into his bones. The summer heat, and his impending heat stroke was far away, now replaced by a deep, chilling feeling.

The small shavings of ice gave way to larger shavings, until he was able to get a few small chunks into his water bottle. He swirled them around, trying to get them to melt faster, when he felt the temperature around him start to rise.

He looked back at the block of ice and saw rivulets of water running down its surface. The whole thing was melting. Clyde put his bottle up to the ice to catch it, but that rivulet started to intensify until it couldn’t be caught by the bottle anymore.

He stepped back, feeling the cave warm up as the ice all around started to melt at an alarming rate. The water around him started to turn to steam as the heat in the cave became unbearable, and Clyde saw a small bright spot appear within the ice.

Acting on some instinctual panic, Clyde ducked as a jet of fire shot out of the ice and right over his head. The heat from the jet of fire above him felt as if it would singe his fur clean off, but it suddenly stopped. Clyde looked back up once he felt the heat subside.

What stood in front of him was something he couldn’t really comprehend. Someone was in that ice, and they were still alive.

From his position, he could only see the red scaled feet, with long dark claws at the end of his toes. Looking up, the figure only grew more intimidating with the sight of his thickly muscled legs, the pants he was wearing looking fit to burst. His calves looked like they were bigger than a bodybuilder’s biceps, and even his wide stance couldn’t stop his thighs from rubbing against each other. Clyde gulped as his gaze looked even further up, noticing the massive bulge also stuffed in the man’s pants, and the massive torso on top of that.

His red-scaled arms were brimming with power, adorned with gold jewelry and bracers on his forearms. His chest and stomach were covered in dark gray scales, the color of volcanic rock, with his chest being the clear crown jewel of his musculature. His pecs jutted out almost a full foot from his body, covering Clyde’s view to his snout.

“You think some puny icicles can hold me?” the creature roared, his deep voice shaking the walls of the cave. “You will never defeat—” The creature stopped.

Clyde saw his snout point down, just barely spotting the bobcat from beneath his pecs. In one quick motion, Clyde was picked up off the ground, and was now staring the dragon in the face.

Even from a higher vantage point he looked massive. His pecs almost hit his snout, even at rest, and his traps bulged up, threatening to make his neck disappear. Clyde also now noticed that he had massive wings that covered the entire length of the cave, even when not fully extended. Even his wings were massively muscular, as if it were another set of arms. His face was the deep red of his scales, with huge, sharp teeth inside of his mouth. His horns were gray in color, with glowing ridges like magma. His eyes were dark, with pitch black scleras and bright orange irises. Clyde gulped.

Looking behind him, Clyde saw the faint glittering of something in the back of the cave. It was gold, and it looked like there were piles of it at the end of the passage. He looked back at the man currently holding him. Even as he tried to come up with another hypothesis, the only conclusion that Clyde could come to was that he had found a dragon.

“You aren’t Glacius,” the dragon said. He pored over Clyde, holding him as if he was just a large plushie. “Did he send you to find me? He’s not one to retreat from a fight.”

“No? I don’t know who the fuck that is, I just started hitting the ice and you almost burnt my face off,” Clyde said.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry for that,” the dragon said. “You must have weakened the ice, which allowed me to burn through it. I didn’t realize Glacius and I were so evenly matched. What’s your name?”

“Clyde. Yours?”

“You haven’t heard of me?” the dragon smirked. “Vulcanis, Lord of Summer, Forged in the fires of the Earth? Strongest dragon alive?”

As he said this, he started flexing, going through a little posing routine as he listed off the many titles he was known for. Clyde didn’t pay much attention, as the fact that a man with giant muscles was flexing in front of him made him way too horny to think rationally. He could feel his dick hardening in his pants.

“It looks like part of you may be interested in me, even if you haven’t heard of me,” Vulcanis said.

Before Clyde could spit out some excuse, Vulcanis walked closer to the bobcat. Clyde could feel the heat radiating off of him, much more than anyone else Clyde had ever known. Vulcanis Flexed his arm, the huge bicep swelling and crouched down closer to Clyde’s face.

“You can feel it, if you desire.” Vulcanis winked.

Clyde could feel the heat radiating off the dragon. He was blazing hot, and Clyde could feel himself begin to get lightheaded, but the bicep in front of him was so tantalizing, he couldn’t resist. He reached out and touched Vulcanis’s arm. It felt like warm stone, the thickly corded muscles bunching up. It was so massive he couldn’t even hold it in one paw, instead having to use both to cover the muscle. He could feel the veins right at the surface of Vulcanis’s skin, pumping the muscle larger and larger. Actually, Clyde could feel the bicep growing, swelling under his hands.

“Seems his ice did weaken me. No matter.” Vulcanis rose back to his full height, only to bring them back down into a devastating most muscular pose. Every muscle swelled with power, with his traps making his neck completely disappear. His pecs fought his biceps for space as he let out an enthusiastic roar. His cock strained his pants as he let out a series of deep grunts.

Clyde immediately grabbed onto those traps for dear life, feeling the hard muscle, Vulcanis was his own mountain range of draconic muscle. It was incredible.

“Consider yourself lucky, not many get to experience my true power.” Vulcanis grinned as he saw the effect he had on the bobcat.

Clyde let out a little whimper, before feeling a clawed hand on the back of his head. Before he could react, he was thrust right in between Vulcanis’s pecs, which were ready and willing to take in his head. He was completely engulfed by the pecs, letting out a moan.

“So soft,” Vulcanis said.

His voice was a deep rumble in Clyde’s ears, a symphony of power as he was pressed against the warm muscle. God, it felt so good, he didn’t want to leave. This was compounded by the fact that he felt strangely tired in the warmth of Vulcanis’s pecs. It became hard to keep his eyes open, and he started to feel lightheaded, until he realized just how hot it was in the crevice.

Clyde started to push against Vulcanis’s abs, claws out as he finally popped his head out of Vulcanis’s pecs. He wriggled free of the dragon’s grasp and ran to the edge of the cave. It was later in the day now, and a cool breeze on the wind kept him from passing out.

“Are you all right?” Vulcanis said, appearing behind the bobcat.

“Yeah, I just… too hot, sorry… Are you okay?” Clyde said.

The question came out as just a pre-planned response to someone asking if he was okay, but he didn’t expect the dragon to laugh in response.

“Never better! I haven’t felt this strong in years!” Vulcanis said.

Clyde could hear Vulcanis grunt as if he was flexing again, and the thought of seeing his muscles again almost made Clyde turn around, even if that looked desperate.

Vulcanis sat down beside Clyde, the weight of him sitting causing the cave to shake. Clyde looked over at him, getting a side view of the man. He was truly enormous on every axis: tall, wide, and thick. The man’s body itself was already hard to believe, compounded with the fact that he was a mythical creature, a fairytale villain. They were supposed to be real things that he could see and feel with his own hands.

“I’m truly sorry. Not many can handle my fire, and you were very close to my heart. With all that fur of yours…”

Clyde heard a clicking sound of claws as Vulcanis raised his hand slightly, reaching towards Clyde’s own arm, but he put it back down when Clyde noticed his movement.

“The trees look different,” Vulcanis said.

“Yeah. I think you’ve been in that ice for a long ass time. What year was it when you got frozen?” Clyde said.

“I don’t remember. I never paid attention to things of that sort.”

Clyde sighed. Of course, he didn’t know. However, Clyde could make an educated guess based on what he was wearing.

“It’s probably been a few centuries, at least. Maybe more,” Clyde said.

Clyde watched his face to gauge Vulcanis’s expression. He was hard to read, and he didn’t seem to react to that revelation.

“Well, if Glacius is still around, then I must finish the fight we started.”

“Woah, wait, it’s been hundreds of years. He’s probably dead by now.”

“If I know Glacius, then he has not died, he’s much too proud for something like that. If I could survive to this time, then he could too.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Clyde said, even though it was hard to believe. “What were you two even fighting about?”

“He wanted my crown. It was the most beautiful part of my hoard, and he thought it would be better for a ‘new king’s coronation’.”

Clyde saw Vulcanis grit his teeth and clench his fists. The idea of that crown being stolen from him seemed to piss him off. Taking a quick glance at the back of the cave, it seemed like one crown wouldn’t have changed much about the size of that hoard. However, seeing that gold gave Clyde an idea.

“He sounds like a real dick,” Clyde said.

“What? No! He is a great dragon, and an even better king. I just wanted him to get his own damn crown.”

The vigor of Vulcanis’s reply confused Clyde. How could he be so nice about a guy who froze him for centuries?

“So, you guys weren’t like, sworn enemies?”

“Of course not, I love him. And I know he’s out there, waiting for me.”

Vulcanis looked wistfully out of the cave, remembering a time that was long gone. Clyde just looked even more concerned. Besides the obvious shock of finding what he thought was a mythical creature, Clyde could just feel a pit in his stomach about how Vulcanis described his situation. It didn’t help that If he was going to stick around this man, he’d probably be right in the blast zone whenever he realizes that Glacius was dead. However, even with the danger, when was he ever going to get a chance like this again.

“Okay, well I’ve never heard that name before, or even that dragons exist, and that means he’s in hiding at best. He’s not gonna be easy to find. Plus, the world has changed a ton since you’ve been in it,” Clyde explained. “But I could help?”

“You make a good point,” Vulcanis mused, as he looked down on the bobcat. “I’m assuming by your smile that you won’t work for free?”

Clyde shook his head and pointed back to the edge of the cave. “I need some of that gold. I don’t need much, I just—money’s tight.”

Vulcanis brought his head close to Clyde’s, his clawed hand gently grabbing Clyde’s head and tilting it up.

“With a face like that, how could I refuse? You’ve got a deal,” Vulcanis said.

Vulcanis stood up, reignited with passion. Clyde followed suit, considerably less excited.

“Now where shall we look first?”

“Look I said I would help, but I’m so fucking tired right now I need to go home,” Clyde said, as he stared out to the lights on the horizon. “That’s gonna be such a long drive…”

Almost immediately after he finished speaking, Clyde felt Vulcanis’s strong arms wrap around him and bring Clyde close to his chest.

“That isn’t far!” Vulcanis said, and before Clyde could protest, the two were in the air, flying towards the city.

Even as he screamed in fear of being so high up, Clyde only slightly regretted the decision.

Clyde opened the door slowly, peering into the darkness of his apartment. He looked over to his roommate’s bedroom, which did have a light on, but he knew that he probably wasn’t leaving his room tonight.

With the all clear, Clyde scrambled over to the kitchen sink. He turned the faucet on and shoved his head under it, trying to catch as much of the cold water as possible. He sighed as he greedily drank down the water, a relief washing over him. God, he was thirsty. Even without the living furnace that he had been pressed up against, he had pushed himself way too hard. He needed to be more careful.

He quickly dried off his face with a towel and walked back to the door, looking out in the hallway. Vulcanis was still there, carefully inspecting the elevator button.

“All good!” Clyde whispered as he motioned Vulcanis over.

Vulcanis sneaked over, as well as someone of his stature could “sneak” and he entered the apartment. He had to turn sideways just to even enter the apartment, and Clyde watched as his pecs still almost touched the other side of the doorframe.

“Is there a reason for all of this secrecy?” Vulcanis whispered.

“Uh, I live with someone. He’s in there—” Clyde pointed to the door with a peeking out underneath it “And I don’t want to disturb him tonight.”

The unspoken part for Clyde was “and I don’t know how to explain you to other people yet.” Bringing a guy home was easy, but this was considerably harder.

Clyde opened the door to his bedroom, now feeling a little embarrassed about the state it was in. There was a pile of clothes in the corner, notes strewn about the old and rickety desk he kept around, and his bed was completely unmade. He looked back at Vulcanis, who was currently inspecting the faucet, seeming very surprised when turning the knob had water come out. Taking a quick glance back at the bed, a new problem arose.

“Okay, so I only have one bed, so you can sleep there, and I can sleep out here, I guess.” Clyde scratched his head as he saw the black leather couch out in the living room of his apartment. That thing was so lumpy and old that he wouldn’t get a second of sleep on it, but giving it to a guest? Out of the question.

As Clyde sighed, thinking of the bad night he was going to have, he heard a loud creaking noise coming from his own bed. He looked into the bedroom to see the massive dragon lying down on the bed, clearly straining it. The dragon felt the sheets on Clyde’s bed, moving his hand back and forth, until noticing that he was being watched.

“There is enough room for you here,” Vulcanis said as he patted the bed. “You are not a very large cat.”

Clyde took some offense to the accusation of not being large, but he realized that if he was also a dragon almost 7 feet tall and that wide, he’d wouldn’t find that many things large either. With that, he quickly changed into an old T-shirt and shorts to sleep in and laid next to the dragon.

The first thing that hit him was that same wave of heat, only slightly lessened by the air conditioning. He was staring right into that magnificent chest once again. Even knowing the dangers, it was hard to stick his face back in them again. Clyde also noticed that Vulcanis had taken off all his jewelry, including an amulet that apparently was completely hidden by his pecs, and had placed them on the nightstand. There was also something off about Vulcanis, something missing.

“Where are your wings?” Clyde said.

In response, Vulcanis sat up and took a deep breath. For a moment, his wings appeared again, almost hitting both sides of Clyde’s bedroom, before quickly disappearing.

“It’s easier to sleep without them,” Vulcanis grumbled as he put his head back onto the pillow.

Clyde was stunned for a second, then it quickly wore off. Magic was just real now, and he had to just reconcile with that. He turned over on the sliver of the bed still open to him as he heard Vulcanis already drifting off to sleep. It was then that he felt his eyelids droop. He let out a yawn as the tiredness fully set in, and he drifted off to sleep.

It didn’t take long before Clyde woke up, feeling an unbearable heat on him. He opened his eyes to see a massive arm wrapped tightly around his chest, pulling him right into that same furnace of a chest. He could feel the searing heat on his back, and Clyde tried to just go back to sleep before he felt little pinpricks traveling up his spine. That was a bad sign.

Clyde started to press against the arm on his chest, trying to leave Vulcanis asleep, but that only resulted in the arm tightening. Feeling the arm tighten, Clyde went to another plan, and started to slowly wriggle his way free by sliding down the bed. He made slow progress, as Vulcanis’s arm gradually went from being around his chest, to his neck, to finally around his head. As he almost wriggled free, he heard Vulcanis let out a grunt, and Clyde froze. He stared at the arm looming above him, hoping that it wouldn’t randomly tighten and crush his skull in between the dragon’s arm and chest.

Thankfully, the arm didn’t move, and Clyde was able to get out. It was then he could really tell that he was overheated and went to fix that. He took off his shirt, leaving him only in his underwear, and grabbed his box fan (which he should have already been using) out of the closet and plugged it in. He set it down on the short dresser on the side of his room. He looked at Vulcanis as he turned it up, who didn’t react to the extra noise.

The cool breeze felt nice on his fur, as Clyde sat in front of it cooling down. In a few minutes he felt fine again, but he knew how these things went, especially in summer. He wasn’t getting back to sleep any time soon.

With most of the night ahead of him, Clyde decided to grab his laptop from his desk and get a start on his new project. First, he had to figure out what time Vulcanis was even from, as just running off one name was impossible. Plus, he was just interested in how long he survived in a block of ice. However, it didn’t take long for him to hit a wall where was he even supposed to start?

As much as he hated to admit it, his research skills just weren’t up to par with this task. He was going to need some help. While he had been out of college for a couple of years, there was still one professor that would probably believe him and be knowledgeable enough to help. He started typing out the email.

Dear Professor Stoneward,

I don’t know if you remember me that well, (I was in a lot of your classes, including the capstone) but I have a very important issue that only you can help with. To be completely honest, I accidentally found an odd block of ice, and inside of it was a dragon. Like, he can breathe fire and everything. He keeps mentioning another dragon that he wants to find, and I have no fucking clue where to even start, especially because he doesn’t even remember what year it was when he was frozen. I promise that I’m not pranking you, but if we could set up a time for us to meet so that I could explain this better I would appreciate it.

Thanks,
Clyde

As he hit enter, Clyde heard a soft grunt coming from his bed. He looked over to see that Vulcanis had turned over in his sleep, now on his front rather than his side. There was a soft glow to his horns, which seemed to glow slightly brighter when he breathed in. His exhales also came with a little puff of smoke out of his nostrils. It was cute, which felt insane to say about such a massive, intimidating man. The sheet that was covering him had slipped mostly off, revealing a scaled back, uncovered by wings. It was incredible, a mountain range of striated muscular power. Clyde was glad to be able to see it, and felt it was unfortunate that his wings had covered it up before. Although, his wings had their own attractive qualities.

His admiration was cut short by another noise coming from Vulcanis, this one sounding confused. His clawed hand started patting the bed before his orange eyes shot open. He looked around the room, until he saw Clyde, perched on the dresser.

“Why are you awake?” Vulcanis asked, still groggy from sleep.

“Overheating again. Don’t worry about it,” Clyde said.

Vulcanis sat up on the edge of the bed, facing towards Clyde.

“This seems to be a common issue. Am I hurting you?”

“No, no, I mean—you do make a lot of heat but,” Clyde held up his arm, and pointed to it, specifically showing his gray, spotted fur. “I don’t lose my winter coat. Overheating is something I deal with every summer, it’s not just you.”

Clyde saw Vulcanis look down at the ground, orange irises giving him away. It was something that he had started to notice with Vulcanis during their flight home: he would sometimes just stop talking, only to talk about the old topic minutes later as if nothing had ever happened.

“Would you allow me to be closer to you? I don’t want to cause you any harm,” Vulcanis said, minutes later.

“Sure, the fan’s keeping me cool.” Clyde tapped the top of his fan.

Even with the invitation, Vulcanis would only move a little closer before asking permission once again. With every acceptance, Vulcanis just moved a step closer. However, soon enough he was right next to Clyde once again, staring intently at his back as he tapped away on his laptop. There were a few minutes of silence before Vulcanis spoke again.

“Can you feel this?” Vulcanis said.

Clyde heard Vulcanis take a deep breath, and then slowly exhale. It almost sounded like he was meditating, and then Clyde could feel the small bit of heat on his back weaken. He turned around to see Vulcanis sitting behind him, straddling the dresser just like Clyde was. Vulcanis had his eyes closed, and Clyde could see that his horns had a much softer glow to them, almost not glowing at all.

“I can cool myself down, for a while. Takes a lot of focus,” Vulcanis said, his eyes still shut.

Clyde didn’t say anything yet, more focused on the body right in front of him. He had gotten a full view of the man just a few hours ago, but even with his horny brain memorizing every inch of him, he was different now. Even if it was just a slight difference, he was bigger.

“Are you… growing?” Clyde said.

A blast of heat hit Clyde as Vulcanis lost his concentration and looked down at his own form. He took his hand and absentmindedly hefted a pec, which dwarfed even his large hands.

“Hmmm, You’re right. How odd,” Vulcanis said. “Maybe all those years of rest helped me?”

Clyde turned back around, painfully aware of just how horny he was. He had been single for months now, but the way he needed this dragon he just met was embarrassing. He didn’t even really care much for muscles but seeing Vulcanis’s bulging arms with thick pipes for veins or being stuffed in his massive expanse of a chest, it had lit a fire in Clyde that he just couldn’t put out.

“May I make another request of you?” Vulcanis said after a few minutes of silence.

“Sure.”

“May I… feel your fur?”

“Uh, yeah, go ahead,” Clyde said. It was a weird request, but he didn’t even hesitate. Even if it heated him up, if Vulcanis wanted to touch him, he didn’t care.

Within seconds, he was back within the dragon’s clutches. All pretenses of civility gone as the dragon’s hands trailed up and down the bobcat. Clyde could feel Vulcanis’s chest pressing right up against his back. The dragon set out a soft whine as he rubbed his head on the crevice between Clyde’s neck and shoulder.

“So soft…” Vulcanis murmured.

Clyde could feel the heat emanating off the dragon once again, but the fan kept him cool enough to bear it. He honestly liked all the attention. Nobody really complimented him on his fur before.

“Have you never felt fur before?” Clyde said.

The question seemed to snap Vulcanis out of his softness stupor.

“Many of the men around me were intimidated by my size. Not many were brave enough to approach me, much less let me feel their fur,” Vulcanis said.

Just then, a notification appeared from his email, showing that he had already gotten a reply.

Dear Clyde,

It sounds like you have found quite the discovery! I’m free tomorrow around lunch if you want to discuss more. I’ll be ready for you around 12:00, and my office hasn’t changed, so I’m sure you will remember where it is.

Best,
Thomas Stoneward

Clyde looked down at the clock. It was 3:48 a.m.! What was he doing up so late? He decided not to think about it as he shut his laptop and set it down. Vulcanis was still feeling Clyde’s fur, using one hand to scratch his back. It felt nice, and with the cooling breeze of the fan, Clyde’s eyelids started to droop. However, he couldn’t go to sleep just yet.

With Vulcanis awake, he might be able to give a more general period of time when he meets the professor. Clyde thought up a list of big events that have happened in the past centuries, with the oldest being the Deep Winter. It was a period of time 700 years ago in which the temperatures dropped massively, causing a 10-year winter. It was a disaster that killed off millions, not something easy to forget. If Vulcanis had heard of that event, or even lived through it, Clyde could then work back to a time Vulcanis did live in.

“Hey, do you remember ever hearing about—or living in a really long winter?” Clyde asked.

“How long?” Vulcanis paused once again, his face not rubbing up against the bobcat’s fur.

“Like 10 years? Maybe longer?”

“That can’t be possible! It must have happened while I was frozen. I wouldn’t have allowed such a thing. It would upset the balance of nature,” Vulcanis said.

Clyde could feel his body getting more tired, as he realized that Vulcanis lived in a time that was barely recorded. Pre-Deep Winter records were sporadic, and depending on when Vulcanis was actually from, there might be nothing to go off to try and find the other dragon-or his grave.

“That complicate things,” Clyde said.

“It does?” Vulcanis said, worry clear in his voice.

“Yeah, but not impossible. Tomorrow we can talk to someone who might be able to help.” Clyde yawned.

Clyde felt Vulcanis feel Clyde’s fur again, his worries assuaged. The warm feeling against his back almost lulled Clyde to sleep but hearing Vulcanis be nervous for the first time worried him.

“Are you sure you’re doing okay?” Clyde asked.

“Hmm?” Vulcanis lifted his head up in confusion.

“I know the world has changed a lot since you were frozen, and I know if I was in your position I would be freaking out. How are you so calm about this?”

“I always knew that the use of magic would become more widespread,” Vulcanis said as he looked around the room. “It is fascinating the way you all have used it.”

“That’s nice,” Clyde yawned.

Right. Magic. The thought of another unexplained thing Clyde had unearthed, made his mind just get more tired in protest, and the thought of trying to explain electricity was not happening. He tried to formulate the first sentence of that conversation, but his mind only drifted off to sleep.

Clyde woke up hours later, the whirring of the fan still right in his face as he blinked. He felt an incredible pain in his neck, only to realize that he had fallen asleep right on the dresser.

He looked around the room to find Vulcanis, who had been cuddling him the last time he was awake, but now he was nowhere in the room. Clyde got off his dresser and walked out into the main room of the apartment, only to see Evan, his roommate, on the couch.

Evan was a very short owl, barely under 5 feet, even though he wouldn’t admit it. His back and arms were covered in brown feathers, with scattered white feathers in between. White feathers covered his torso area, highlighting his muscles. He was a quintessential gymbro, with his neon sleeveless shirts and gym shorts. The results were showing, particularly in his chest. However, even his muscles couldn’t hold a candle to Vulcanis’s beef.

“Bro where did you find that guy? He’s huge!” Evan said. “I thought you were on a camping trip?”

“I was. I stopped. Long story. Where is he?” Clyde said as he paced around the room.

Evan pointed to the bathroom door, which was currently closed. There was a light on inside, and the sound of water running along with the steam pouring out of the crack under the door implied somebody was taking a very hot shower.

Clyde sighed in relief, before running over to the smoke alarm and taking the batteries out of it before it could start beeping. He slouched onto the couch next to Evan.

“Okay, so I was just hiking for the day, but I saw this cave and I decided ‘fuck it, I’m gonna go climb up there’,” Clyde said.

“Dude, the doctor told you not t—”

“I know, I know but when I got in the cave, I found this huge chunk of ice, like almost 8 feet tall. I started picking ice off it for my water bottle, and he just burst out of it!”

Clyde looked over only to see Evan looking smug.

“You’re pranking me aren’t you.”

Clyde let out a loud groan as he stood up from the couch.

“I’m telling you, he’s real! Did you not see him? He’s a fucking dragon!”

“I mean, yeah, but that could just be a good cosplay, he didn’t even have wings.”

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Vulcanis stepped out in a cloud of steam. The small amount of water still on his body rapidly evaporated, leaving him perfectly dry. His wings were also now curled in front of his body in full view of Evan. Behind Vulcanis, his pants lay on the bathroom floor, with a very large tear in them.

“Excuse me, Clyde, you wouldn’t happen to have an extra pair of clothes I could borrow? My pants seem to have… broken.”

“On it,” Clyde said.

Before Evan could protest, Clyde scrambled into his room, to his closet and grabbed a black tank top and shorts from the farthest end of his closet. He pulled them out, getting a pure size that was much bigger than anything either Clyde or Evan could wear. This was the far end of Evan’s “future gainz” set, and it looked like he could fit Vulcanis perfectly.

“I get its for motivation, but why do you get taller clothes too?” Clyde said as he handed the set to Vulcanis.

“I’m manifesting!” Evan said.

Evan started to try to explain himself but was stopped as both Clyde and Evan saw Vulcanis change right in front of them. They both saw as Vulcanis clearly showed his draconic cock, almost a foot long and as thick as a beer can, with two softball sized balls underneath it.

“Oh my fucking god,” Evan said as he finally believed that Vulcanis was truly a dragon.

Vulcanis didn’t seem to notice their stares, as he pulled on the shorts and the tank top. Both pieces of clothing were stretched to their absolute limit, with even 4XL barely containing his draconic mass. Clyde just kept staring, as Vulcanis started to absentmindedly feel the texture of his shorts and his shirt, until Vulcanis finally looked up at the pair.

“Impressed?” Vulcanis said, as he flexed his arms for the crowd. The split peaks surged once again, threatening to touch his fists.

Clyde heard Evan let out a whimper as he felt his own cock get rock hard once again. It was like clockwork; the dragon was just too hot to not react to.

“Bro, please let me feel your arm,” Evan said, already reaching out to touch it.

In response, Vulcanis crouched down, letting the owl feel his mass. Evan felt up the bicep in glee, a slab of mass that Evan’s own arm couldn’t even hope to compare to. Clyde could see just how amazed Evan was, mixed with just a little bit of jealousy at how much bigger the dragon was compared to the owl. Clyde was having his own feelings of jealousy, as he realized how much he wanted to join in but snapped out of it when he saw that the clock on the wall read 11:30.

“Fuck, we gotta go,” Clyde said as he grabbed Vulcanis’s hand and Evan’s car keys on the kitchen counter.

“Why do you need my car?” Evan asked as Clyde ran out the door.

“I left my car at the park!” Clyde yelled from halfway down the hall.

As Clyde pulled Vulcanis out to the parking lot, he felt a buzzing from his pocket. He checked his phone and saw a text from Evan.

Bro if you dont bag that man soon im shooting my shot, sorry

Clyde replied with one of his favorite phrases.

FUCK. YOU.

It took longer than expected for Clyde to get out of the parking lot, between starting Evan’s old car and trying to adjust the seat so that Vulcanis’s knees weren’t up against the dash. However, Clyde knew the drive so well, that before he knew it, he was parked in the one lot he knew didn’t get checked for parking tickets.

Clyde had to practically pull Vulcanis out of the passenger seat, and led him through campus, almost running on instinct. One left here, into Herman Hall, down the first set of stairs and one more turn to find room 061. He softly tapped on the door, hearing a soft “come in”.

Clyde opened the door to see an office that hadn’t changed at all. It was simple, a wooden desk and some chairs, with a bookshelf behind him and some paintings on the walls, all in the attempt to spruce up what was clearly a room in the basement of the building.

Professor Stoneward carried a lot of interest to make up for what the room lacked. He was a goat with pitch black fur, yellow eyes, and 2 sets of horns one curved up, and the other curved down. He was immaculately dressed, with a long-sleeved, maroon dress shirt, and a pair of thick rimmed glasses.

The professor looked up when he saw Clyde enter, and he quickly gained a look of surprise when he saw the towering dragon behind him.

“Hello, Clyde,” Professor Stoneward said. His voice had a distinct articulation to it, as if every word was carefully chosen.

“Hi, Professor,” Clyde said, “Look, I feel like I should probably explain everything first. I don’t think I covered anything in my email.”

In response, Professor Stoneward calmly closed the book he was reading and motioned to Clyde.

“Go ahead, you have the floor.”

The words just spilled out of Clyde’s mouth, a mess of sentences in which he fully realized just how hard the task he had agreed to was. How the hell was he going to find another dragon when the only reason he found the first one was completely by accident?

“Hmm, this is really fascinating, but I may be able to help,” Professor Stoneward said. He grabbed a notebook out of his desk and a pencil. “First, Vulcanis, was it? I’d like to speak with you privately. Is that okay with you two?”

The question surprised the pair, with them both glancing at each other before agreeing. Clyde awkwardly slinked out of the office and closed the door, leaving Vulcanis, and his professor to discuss alone.

Clyde looked around the empty hall, hoping that nobody had to see him just standing around, before getting on his phone to pass the time. Being back here post-graduation just made the fur on the back of his neck stand up. As he glanced down the hallway, he saw a familiar shape of black and white fur before intensely staring down at his phone. Clyde almost seemed to shrink down, hoping that the figure would pass, before hearing footsteps stop.

“Clyde. What are you doing here,” a stern voice said from behind his phone.

Clyde looked up to see his ex, Matt. The husky was looking down on him, a position that seemed to keep happening, both during and after their relationship.

“I-I was just trying to talk to Professor Stoneward, but he’s talking to someone else right now,” Clyde said, barely able to look Matt in the eyes.

“God, you’re stalking me now?” Matt rolled his eyes.

“No, asshole, I can exist in places after we broke up.”

“Actually, I remember that I broke up with you because you’re a man-child who can’t do anything on his own. And now suddenly you’re here once again just to beg—”

Matt was cut off as the door opened and Vulcanis squeezed himself through it. Vulcanis started down at the two, unaware of the argument that was brewing.

“Clyde, the professor wants to speak with you,” Vulcanis said.

Clyde took the invitation and darted around the dragon, leaving his ex outside. He heard Matt start to stammer at the sight of the dragon, a noise he was glad to hear. He slammed the door shut and turned to face the professor again.

“I must say, when you sent me that email, I had no idea you would actually bring in a piece of living history, especially such an odd one,” Professor Stoneward said. “He seems to have a particular affinity for textures, couldn’t keep his hands off of—well, most things.”

Clyde looked down at the desk to see that everything was slightly misplaced, but that wasn’t the only thing Clyde thought was odd. The professor seemed amused by the situation, way different from the panic that Clyde felt or the wide-eyed shock he had seen on his roommate’s face.

“Now, I know you said that he was frozen before the Deep Winter, but I believe that he couldn’t have been frozen long before that time, as he mentions a consolidation of kingdoms. Now, we know that there was only one king during the Deep Winter with the aftermath destroying his kingdom. And some records far before the Deep Winter imply many small kingdoms, meaning the world froze fairly quickly after your friend did.”

Clyde shivered as he started to piece together out loud what he heard with what Vulcanis said in the cave. If Vulcanis lost a crown to Glacius, who called himself a new king, and then soon after there was a 10-year winter? That couldn’t just be a coincidence.

“It’s not much of a stretch to guess that an ice dragon caused the Deep Winter. And despite how nice Vulcanis is about him, he sounds exactly like the tyrant many people described in accounts of the Deep Winter,” the professor said.

Clyde then saw the professor slide a book over to his side of the desk. It was a book of fairy tales, opened to “The Noble King and the Evil Dragon.” Clyde knew the story well, he had pored over it hundreds of times to write a paper about how its use of a dragon, a figure that had commonly been a more neutral figure in myth, as a villain insistent on destroying “tradition” and “family” implied an increase in homophobia during the Deep Winter.

“What does this have to do with anything?”

“I was reminded of it, listening to you two,” Professor Stoneward said. “I’m honestly surprised you hadn’t thought of it already. Weren’t dragons and folklore your expertise?”

“I’ve been out of practice. Plus, I was never really that good at…” Clyde trailed off as he read the words And the Noble King used the magic to freeze the Evil Dragon’s heart, turning him to stone. He then reclaimed the crown that was rightfully his.

“Oh fuck...” Clyde said, “but the hero isn’t a dragon, or at least it’s not specified.”

“He doesn’t turn to stone either, but I think that can be chalked up to changes in oral retellings, especially if people had feelings about their tyrant king, who was a dragon. Does this all help?” Professor Stoneward said. “I would’ve loved to have some more, but ‘Glacius’s isn’t a name I recognize, and the only record I can find of your friend was this.”

He pointed to the words “Evil Dragon” on the page. The words brought the pit in Clyde’s stomach back. He really was only running on fairy tales.

“Thanks for the help professor. I can probably work with this… I hope,” Clyde said.

“If you need anything, just reach out!” the professor said as Clyde left the room.

Right as Clyde left the room, he ran right into Vulcanis, feeling the same wave of heat even in the air-conditioned building.

“Did he have any information of Glacius’s whereabouts?” Vulcanis asked.

“Nothing recent.” Clyde shook his head and started to walk to the door. “Although it seems like he kept busy after freezing you.”

Clyde glanced up at Vulcanis, who seemed just a little sadder after he mentioned that.

“That doesn’t surprise me, I’m more worried on how unknown he is. The Glacius I knew would make sure everyone knew his name,” Vulcanis said.

“Yeah, that doesn’t surprise me.”

The pair walked back across the campus silently, with Clyde making note of how many people would stare at Vulcanis. Although he couldn’t blame them. He was just as amazed the first time he saw the dragon and was only now starting to get used to him being around. Even the heat he gave off, while still uncomfortable, Clyde was used to feeling. Looking back up at the dragon, it was hard to tell if he even noticed the stares. He seemed lost in thought.

“Who was that man you were talking to? When I was finished talking to the professor,” Vulcanis asked.

“Oh, that? That was Matt. He broke up with me like a year ago.” Clyde felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

“You two were?”

“Yeah, but like, fuck—I hate talking about him. He only liked me because I was spineless. He’d like, constantly talk shit about me, even when he said he loved me. He broke up with me after I told him off once, said that I was just ‘holding him back’.”

Clyde kicked an errant rock down the sidewalk. It bounced once, twice, and then landed right in the middle of the road. He was suddenly reminded why he didn’t go out during the summer, as the heat started to get to him.

“I’m glad I scared him off then, he seemed incredibly intimidated by me.”

Vulcanis flexed a massive arm, something that seemed to be his go-to. Clyde just laughed.

“Thanks. I’m glad I’ve got you on my side.”

“Of course! You think I would forget you after all the kindness you’ve shown me?” Vulcanis said.

Clyde just silently smiled as the two got back into the car.

The next weeks were hard for Clyde, as he dove right back into research, something that he was admittedly very rusty on. With access to the university databases regained, thanks to a few more emails to Professor Stoneward, he was able to access tons of information that was completely useless to him. To be fair, it wasn’t like looking up “dragon” was helpful in any way, but “Vulcanis” and “Glacius” turned up absolutely nothing. Clyde was going to have to do some serious digging to find anything even remotely related to Vulcanis. It didn’t help that Clyde could only muster a few hours of work before he’d get discouraged and do something else.

Besides tearing his own fur out at the prospect of poring through hundreds of documents, Clyde’s days were spent showing Vulcanis around the city and getting him more acclimated to modern life. He took to it surprisingly quickly, at least the basics. He still had a habit of calling anything remotely technological “magic,” but halfway through Clyde realized that Vulcanis was just doing it to be funny. Soon enough though, Vulcanis was going out to do stuff on his own, and Clyde spent many days like he had done after he had lost his job: looking at his computer.

Clyde’s nights were mostly spent with a fan pointed right at his face, which gave him just enough cool air to keep him safe with the living furnace that still slept in his bed. It was still pretty dangerous for Clyde to do that, but he just couldn’t pass up the idea of still sleeping with Vulcanis, even if his side of the bed was slowly shrinking.

That was the other thing that had happened over the weeks: Vulcanis hadn’t stopped growing. It wasn’t crazy fast, but Clyde could distinctly see moments during the night where Vulcanis would grunt and pulse just slightly bigger. Clyde tried not to mention it, but it was hard not to stare at a man so unbelievably big, growing even bigger. He had already torn out of Evan’s “future gainz” clothes, prompting Clyde to help him go get a set 2 sizes bigger, which even now was starting to look snug.

Vulcanis had noticed too, saying that he was “back at his prime” a week ago, and even then, he was still growing. Clyde knew that Vulcanis was incredibly excited at that prospect. He could tell because Vulcanis had taken up a new habit of spending a lot of time in the bathroom, with a particular rhythmic moaning that clued Clyde into what was happening, and the idea of Vulcanis jerking off to his own reflection made Clyde so horny he felt like he would explode.

However, today Clyde was alone, resuming his search for more information. He perched on the side of the couch, staring intently at his laptop. He spent a lot of time staring at it, before trying “Lord of Summer” as a search. Not much relevant showed up, but then Clyde had an idea. What if Vulcanis’s other title wasn’t just his alone?

Clyde typed “Lord of Winter” into the search and immediately there were many results using that exact language, making it seem like that was a phrase people knew. Clyde pored over many of the different pages, many seeming important but not exactly useful, until he found a list of letters.

The sender of the letters was unknown, but it seemed that he was writing to his loved one about his work serving the “Lord of Winter”. Hearing what he had to say, this guy sounded every bit as arrogant and conceited as Glacius seemed. Clyde skimmed through them, hearing this guy sing Glacius’s praises until he came across an important passage.

My Lord has finally succeeded in his long-kept plans. He’s tricked that foul beast, I shall not even write his name, in to being weakened by the Lord of Winter. The disgusting thing will be only skin and bone when my Lord’s curse is finished, and the idiot still thinks my Lord is in love with him! How disgusting! He’ll see soon enough.

Clyde could feel the pit in his stomach growing heavier as he looked down further to see that this guy had sketched out a picture of his “Lord of Winter”. Glacius looked just as scary as Clyde imagined. His face was slimmer, fit with a cocky sneer, with short white horns and teal scales, with snow white scales in the torso area. He was still the size of a model, or even a bodybuilder with his defined musculature, but he was only half as big as Vulcanis was, even when he just escaped the ice.

Clyde clicked on other letters, trying to be sure that this was the right person, and quickly found that this man all but confirmed it.

My Lord has done it! He came back to the castle in the best mood, and when I asked of his whereabouts, he said he had slain that terrible beast! He gloated about it for the entire night, telling anyone who would listen. It seems now the next part of his plan can now go into effect! Soon the entire land will be ruled by the Lord of Winter.

Clyde felt like he was going to puke. Vulcanis said that they loved each other, what was this? For all the arrogance he though Glacius had, he didn’t see the guy as someone so manipulative, so… evil.

It didn’t stop there, another letter, written during the Deep Winter, gave more information about the dragon.

I worry that my Lord’s plans may not be as effective as he hoped. He assured me that this winter would give him and his heirs great strength, but it has been years and he has no heirs and no extra strength. Every day it gets harder to keep these old crocodile bones moving, and this cold only makes it harder. I hope that he will listen to reason and stop this winter before it gets out of hand.

There was only one letter listed to have a date after this one.

I found his body. They threw him away like trash, as if he hadn’t been their ruler. Even with the winter disappearing, his body should stay cold enough to be preserved. So, I shall bring him home and bury him in our ancestral graveyard. I know this has been hard on you dear, but I swore to serve him for my entire life. This is the least I can do for him now.

Clyde sat back, setting his laptop down. That was it, he was dead. It seemed obvious logically, but Clyde had been so caught up in making Vulcanis feel better that he didn’t feel it was possible. However, what was worse was the identity of the “beast” in those letters. Clyde knew there was something about Vulcanis’s relationship that seemed off, but this? This was terrible, and Vulcanis was still sure that Glacius had loved him. How was he supposed to break the news?

Just then, the door to the apartment opened with Evan peeking his head inside, before walking over to Clyde.

“How’s the search going?” Evan said.

“Well, the other dragon is for sure dead.” Clyde sighed.

“Oh, Vulc’s not gonna like that,” Evan said.

“Yeah… but don’t tell him yet. I don’t know for sure. I just have a bunch of letters from some crocodile from back then who said he was buried in his family’s graveyard. If I can find that…”

Clyde was cut off by the sound of Evan’s phone ringing. He looked over to see Evan on his phone. Evan motioned for him to wait a minute as someone on the phone answered.

“Hey, Kayla. Quick question. You still take care at that graveyard that your grandparents worked on, right? Have you seen one with a guy named G—Gl—”

Evan tried to remember the name, before taking the phone away from his beak and whispering to Clyde.

“What was his name again?”

“Glacius.”

“Got it. Glacius,” Evan said, the phone back up to his head.

Clyde could hear the person on the other side exclaim “How did you know that name?!” before, hopefully explaining that they did in fact see that grave before. It took a couple of minutes before Evan got off the phone, with him only say a few “uh huh” and “yeah”‘s before hanging up.

“Found it. My friend works there, and it’s close by. I’ll send you the address,” Evan said.

Even with this extra confirmation, Clyde could just feel his mood getting worse, as it was all but confirmed that Clyde would have to break the news to Vulcanis that his former lover was dead, and a much worse person than he thought.

Just then, the door to the apartment opened once again revealing Vulcanis cramming himself through the doorway. Clyde noticed a sheen of sweat on his body, and that his muscles looked pumped, straining his already stressed clothing.

“Did you two go to the gym?” Clyde asked.

“Oh yeah, that’s what I ran up to show you. Here.” Evan swiped over on his phone and showed Clyde the video.

Clyde caught sight of the video and immediately stopped talking. It was obviously Evan recording in the gym, but this time he was recording someone bench pressing an insane amount of weight. There had to be at least 10 plates on either side of the bar, and the bar itself seemed to be just barely able to hold the weight. Beneath it all was one massive dragon, pecs fully pumped as he very slowly brought the bar down and back up repeatedly. Every rep was capped off with a loud grunt, one that was achingly familiar to Clyde’s ears.

The video ended with Vulcanis sitting up, muscles pumped to the maximum, making him look even more freakish than he already did, with traps that completely obscured his neck, and pecs hitting his snout. He looked at the camera, and flexed in a most muscular pose, his traps bulging even higher as he bulbous shoulders and bulging biceps, a mountain of muscles, covered in sweat.

“Impressed?” Vulcanis asked.

“Yeah,” Clyde gripped the couch, the idea of seeing Vulcanis lift all that weight sending him over the edge. The fact that he declined to go with them today made him all the madder that he had spent his time learning uncomfortable truths rather than seeing that.

“Good!” Vulcanis let out a hearty laugh. “I’m glad that my strength is so greatly appreciated in this time. Even Glacius could find my showing off annoying, but you seem to never tire of it. May I ask for your assistance?”

“What do you need?” Clyde said.

“I would like for you to accompany me to my home. I feel something has changed within it, and it would give me a good opportunity to give you your reward for helping me.”

Clyde looked over to Vulcanis, who seemed to be almost embarrassed by what he was saying. Behind him, Evan was giving Clyde a thumbs up.

“I mean, if you think I can help…” Clyde said, closing his laptop.

Clyde was immediately met with the warm embrace of Vulcanis clutching him tightly, his pecs smashing right into Clyde’s face once again. He could feel his body getting warm, until the cool breeze outside hit his body. Were they out on the balcony?

“Hold on tight!” Vulcanis exclaimed, and as Clyde recognized those words from his place tightly held in Vulcanis’s arms, they were already flying away.

Clyde felt the wind against his fur, as he held on, claws fruitlessly clinging to Vulcanis’s scales. His legs wiggled, kicking at nothing but air as they sailed through the sky.

It didn’t take long for his claws to touch solid ground, as Vulcanis released him at the mouth of the cave. Clyde took a deep breath, freed from the suffocating heat Vulcanis still gave off. Even with a cold wind from flying, it was a lot for his little body to handle.

Vulcanis plodded forward, singularly focused on the cave itself. He placed his hand on one side of the cave, feeling the rock as he moved closer to the end. Clyde followed behind him, noticing that the unnaturally blue ice was all melted, as if it was never here at all. Even then, the walls of the cave were still cold.

The pair moved along, until they reached an opening to a large room, seeming to be the end of the cave. Vulcanis grabbed a candle on a small table to the left of the entrance, as if this was a common action for him, and blew a small bit of fire to light it. He did this to a few candles around the room, and then Clyde could see the dragon’s full hoard.

He stepped over the small pile of gold at the entrance, the thing that clued Clyde into the existence of his hoard in the first place, to see that the rest of his room was not nearly as extravagant. A quaint little bed sat at the end of the room, with a small hole filled blanket and an incredibly old plush toy of a dragon. A sheet of polished obsidian, acting as a makeshift mirror, was to the side of it, but the rest of the room was sparse. Clyde could see pieces of chairs broken, and some soft fabrics and clothes that clearly could not fit the dragon that lived there. Altogether, it wasn’t like the hoards that were talked about in myths. It wasn’t much of a hoard at all.

“Why is the gold in the doorway?” Clyde asked.

“To keep up appearances,” Vulcanis said, his hand still tracing the rock formations on the walls. “Glacius gave it to me, said that if I were to be a true dragon, I should flaunt the wealth that I amass, never let a piece of it go.”

“Did you believe that?”

“Not really.” Vulcanis shrugged, focus still fixed on the wall. “Glacius had many ideas about strength, power, and respect. About what a dragon should be. It was the biggest thing we disagreed on.”

Clyde crept forward, seeing Vulcanis’s wide back as he faced the wall. Vulcanis pressed his forehead against the wall of the cave, whispering some words that to Clyde sounded like a prayer. Clyde could see a small orange glow emitting from Vulcanis’s hand, until he stopped talking and put his forehead up.

“It’s cold…” Vulcanis said, confused. He turned to Clyde. “Has this volcano not erupted recently?”

Clyde just then remembered that the “mountain” was a volcano, and one with an odd quirk.

“No, I remember someone saying that for a volcano its internal temperatures kept cooling down each year. Like an unprecedented cooling. The only reason they let people come out here is because they’re sure it won’t erupt again,” Clyde said. “Is this place important to you?”

“I was born here, well, at the summit,” Vulcanis said, pointing up. “An eruption gave life to my egg and gave me such overwhelming power.” Vulcanis looked down at his own arms and tensed them, watching his forearms and biceps bulge. “And it seems to have sustained my life even when I was frozen. That is, until you saved me.”

Vulcanis walked over to Clyde and caressed the bobcat face with his hand. Clyde leaned into it and purred without thinking, in love with the feeling of Vulcanis’s hand running through his fur.

“I seem to remember you mentioning a reward. Would you like to take your pick now?”

“Oh, uh I can’t, really. We haven’t even found Glacius yet,” Clyde said. He looked back at the small pile of gold. He could use the money, but what if he never saw Vulcanis again after he got paid?

“Are you sure I can’t tempt you with a reward?” Vulcanis said, bringing his head closer to the bobcat’s. Clyde could now feel the dragon’s dick pressing up against his body and looking up at his face showed a very specific kind of hunger.

“What kind of reward were you thinking?” Clyde said, trying to keep his cool and stay cool.

Vulcanis then wrapped his arms around Clyde again, fully engulfing him in muscle. Clyde could feel Vulcanis’s dick rub against him, as he slowly thrusted against the bobcat.

“For years I saw cute little men who would never come near me out of fear. Now that I’ve found one who is fully obsessed with these muscles? I want nothing more than to pin him to my bed and fill him with my seed.”

Clyde whimpered at the thought, as he looked down at the fuckpole that was currently grinding up against him. He couldn’t imagine it fitting inside of him, and with the track record of Vulcanis, he probably came something that had the heat of pure lava.

“You aren’t worried, are you? I promise—” Vulcanis let out a grunt as he pulled his pants down and pulled out his cock, the same dark grey as his chest. It was already slicked with pre. Vulcanis put his hand on it and shuddered, muttering some strange words before an orange glow traced down the veins of his cock and into his balls. “I promise I will never hurt you; this will be an experience of pure pleasure.”

Clyde stared at the now free beast, which seemed even bigger in the open air. He still didn’t fully believe that that thing wouldn’t hurt him, and he wasn’t the most experienced bottom, but he wanted it, badly.

“Please fuck me,” Clyde begged.

Without answering, Vulcanis grinned, and grabbed Clyde, picking him up and slamming him onto the old bed. Clyde wrestled with his pants to take them off, as Vulcanis slowly pulled all of his clothes off of his body. When his pants were off, Clyde tried to turn over, but Vulcanis hand stopped him.

“Don’t. I want to see your face,” Vulcanis growled as he spread Clyde’s legs.

Vulcanis lined up his cock with Clyde’s asshole, as Clyde realized just what he had gotten himself into. Not only was he about to take a battering ram of meat, but it was attached to a man hundreds of pounds larger than even the biggest man he’d ever seen.

“Okay, just please be carefuuu—” Clyde interrupted himself with a moan as Vulcanis pushed the head of his cock inside. His eyes rolled back as a wave of pleasure overtook him, with no pain to accompany it.

Clyde tried to steady his breathing to get used to the fullness inside him but was quickly cut off by Vulcanis pushing more of his dick inside. Clyde panted, sure that all of it was inside him, only to see that most of Vulcanis’s cock wasn’t in. He looked up to see Vulcanis, eyes glowing bright orange, lost fully in a haze of lust.

Vulcanis let out a groan as he pressed in further. One of Clyde’s hands gripped the bed, claws piercing it as the already prostate slamming cock just went that much further in him. His other hand found his own cock and started to stroke it, gaining in speed as the dragon pushed further into him. Soon enough Clyde heard the sound of Vulcanis’s balls hitting the bedframe, the sound of his monstrous cock now fully burrowed within Clyde. Clyde gently pressed the bulge in his stomach, only to elicit a deep growl from Vulcanis, as the dragon’s cock was visibly bulging. Clyde immediately came at the realization, but Vulcanis was far from over.

Vulcanis started to pull out of the bobcat slowly, until only his cockhead remained inside. Clyde looked back up at the dragon, who gave a cocky smile as he rammed the entire cock right back into the bobcat. Clyde yowled, the sensation entirely new for him, as he felt Vulcanis slowly pull back out and ram it in again. Vulcanis started slow, but quickly gained speed as he gave in to his lust. He let out snarls and grunts as he thrust harder and faster, his mind solely focused on breeding the bobcat as hard as possible.

Even with the amount of pleasure wracking Clyde’s brain, he noticed something even more shocking happen while he was getting fucked. Which each thrust, Vulcanis’s shoulders grew wider, his biceps bulged out, and his pecs grew larger. His muscles were growing, visibly growing, at a rate that put his old growth to shame. Clyde could see glowing marks on his pecs, stretch marks of pure magma as Vulcanis outgrew his old limits. Vulcanis was so focused on fucking he didn’t even notice how his lats made his arms stick out, or how his biceps pushed against his swelling pecs. His stance widened, barely able to fit the bulging mass of his quads, and even his neck had slabbed on dozens of pounds, becoming far thicker than his own head. Clyde could even swear that Vulcanis’s dick was growing inside him.

Minutes passed of Vulcanis’s deep breeding, his growth beyond limit, until he let out a mighty roar and picked Clyde up and pushed him against the wall. Clyde could see Vulcanis’s hand crack the stone of the wall and could feel his thrusting become more erratic. Vulcanis let out a series of snarls, and underneath him Clyde could see Vulcanis’s balls had swollen to the size of watermelons, audibly churning with cum. He was so close to release.

“Don’t…want… this... to end,” Vulcanis said through gritted teeth.

Vulcanis stopped thrusting as he clenched as hard as he could, his last defense from cumming. Clyde used this moment where he wasn’t being fucked mercilessly to trace his paws along Vulcanis’s bloated pecs. He heard Vulcanis whimper as he continued moving closer and closer to Vulcanis’s nipples. Clyde slowly traced around one of Vulcanis’s nipples, before grabbing it and planting a kiss on one of Vulcanis’s glowing stretch marks.

With that kiss, the dams were broken. Vulcanis let out a loud roar as his balls relieved himself of their load, pumping gallon after gallon up his cock and into Clyde. Clyde braced himself for being blown up like a balloon, but it didn’t come. For some reason, his body absorbed the cum, and he felt an odd warmth spread throughout his body.

This continued on for minutes, with Vulcanis fully emptying his balls before he started to gain lucidity, helping Clyde get off of his cock and exploring his newly grown body.

“I-How did—Hmmm.” Vulcanis grabbed one of his pecs, the size of them now being closer to beach balls. He plopped down onto the bed, the frame creaking. “I remember hearing stories of legendary dragons; ones whose power was so great their own muscles were their biggest obstacle. I never believed I would become one of them.”

Vulcanis patted the space next to him on the bed, and Clyde sat down next to him. Clyde rested his head on the side of one of Vulcanis’s titanic pecs, while Vulcanis wrapped his arm around him. They sat there together, feeling each other’s presence, before Vulcanis spoke up again.

“I’m surprised you aren’t too warm in there,” Vulcanis said, referring to Clyde currently nestled in his armpit. “I was worried you were going to overheat.”

His statement made Clyde realize something: Vulcanis was the coolest he had ever been. Even when they were fucking he was warm, but not that warm, and now? He was at a perfectly normal temperature.

“You don’t feel that warm at all,” Clyde said. craning his neck to see the dragon’s head.

Vulcanis stopped moving, and turned his head to look down at Clyde as best as he could, traps getting in his way. He had a look of pure confusion on his face.

“May I see your paws for a second?” Vulcanis asked.

In response, Clyde held up his paws, which made Vulcanis widen his eyes in shock. Clyde looked at his own paws to see that on his left paw, in the middle of the pad, was an orange mark in the shape of a flame.

“That’s my protection. Only one person can have that,” Vulcanis said, looking down.

Clyde quickly realized what that meant, before Vulcanis spoke up again. “He’s gone, isn’t he?”

Clyde patted Vulcanis on the back, looking up at the dragon’s face. “I figured it out today and I was going to tell you, but you were so happy and—” Clyde sighed. “I didn’t want to ruin that. I’m sorry.”

“I understand. Once you told me that you hadn’t heard of him, I assumed as much. I… just tried to have hope.”

Clyde could hear Vulcanis sniffle as the musclebound dragon hunched over. The sound of it made Clyde’s heart hurt, and he tried to think of something to say to help.

“Um, Evan also figured out where he was buried. And so, I don’t know if it would help to see his grave, but we can go do that if you want,” Clyde said.

“I would like that,” Vulcanis said quietly, as he sniffled again.

Clyde jumped off the bed, before realizing he was still naked. He clamored to grab his clothes and hastily putting them on, before pulling out his phone and realizing that the interior of a cave didn’t give him much signal. He ran out to the mouth of the cave to get his GPS to start working again. He heard Vulcanis make a few small noises, huffs and grunts of exertion, before hearing the sound of claws on the stone. He looked back to see Vulcanis right behind him, only wearing shorts.

“This is all that fits,” Vulcanis said. He tensed his legs, before hearing a seam rip, a sign that even the shorts were not handling his mass.

“At least all the important things are covered,” Clyde said, as he looked up the location of the graveyard, It didn’t take long for him to find it and bring up directions. Clyde then lifted his arms up, phone in hand, and asked Vulcanis to wrap his arms around him. Vulcanis obliged, and then Clyde was then fully surrounded with muscle once again, Lifted right into the air by the dragon, but with his arms free this time.

“This should tell you where to go, but please be careful when we fly because I can’t break my phone.”

“All right.” Vulcanis lifted Clyde just a little bit higher, before nuzzling his head in between Clyde’s neck and shoulder. He let out a soft huff as Clyde just felt Vulcanis’s muscles press against him. Clyde felt the same heat from Vulcanis, but it was just comfortably warm this time, no worry about overheating at all. He basked in it for just a moment, before hearing Vulcanis’s wings flap and being carried out of the cave once again.

The flight was short, and soon enough the two had touched down at an old graveyard. It had been kept insanely clean, with clear paths and freshly cut grass. There were lines of headstones, all of them looking incredibly old. It looked like there hadn’t been anyone buried here in 100 years.

To the right of the graveyard was an old wooden shack. Clyde could see from the light on in the window that someone was inside, probably Evan’s friend, and felt that it was best to ask them where the grave was. Clyde went up to the house and knocked on the door.

A crocodile opened the door, with broad shoulders and dark green scales. She was wearing a shirt and a pair of overalls, both articles of clothing covered in dirt and grass stains.

“Are you Evan’s roommate?” Kayla pointed at the bobcat and tilted her head. Clyde only nodded.

“Ah, makes sense. I don’t get a lot of visitors around here.” Kayla pointed over towards the graveyard. “At the back of the graveyard you’ll see a path that leads into the woods. It’s at the end there. It used to have a statue and everythin’, but that’s been broken for a long time now. Still pretty big though. You can’t miss it.”

“Thank you,” Clyde said.

“No problem. I never thought I’d get someone who even knew about…” Kayla trailed off as she caught sight of the massive dragon in her front lawn, who had been “creeping” to the best of his ability up behind Clyde. Even trying to make himself as small as possible, Vulcanis towered over everyone else, especially with his new thickness.

“Well, that explains it. Although that does bring up a few more questions,” Kayla said.

“I could explain, but it’s been a long ass day, and I don’t think I could do it justice right now,” Clyde said.

“That’s fair, y’all take care out there,” Kayla said, and she closed the door.

With clear instructions, Clyde started to slowly walk to Glacius’s grave. He kept an intentionally slow pace, dread filling his body. It helped that Vulcanis was still getting used to the new mass on his legs, causing his steps to be slow and awkward. Even with his slowness, the two made progress into the forest, and soon enough Clyde could see the clearing ahead of him. To try and keep his mind off of it, he made some light conversation.

“So, what does the thing on my hand entail?” Clyde asked.

“It’s my protection. My fire cannot harm you, nor can any fire or heat at all. It is a very powerful enchantment.”

Clyde looked down at his paws. He hadn’t realized it before, but this was the most comfortable he’d felt in summer for years. There was still heat, but he could see himself spending time outside in this. Was this what summer felt like for everyone else?

“So how did Glacius get it?”

“The same way you did. It was a perfect night; I gave him my protection and he promised that we would be together forever. He even promised that I would be buried by his side.” Vulcanis sighed. “It will be nice to see my resting place.”

Clyde froze, the dread piercing through his heart. He could see the next minutes playing out in his head, and he was powerless to stop it. He watched as Vulcanis strode confidently towards the clearing, took one look at his former lover’s grave, and sank to his knees.

Clyde could hear Vulcanis’s sobbing, which finally snapped him out of his freeze, but as he ran towards the clearing everything exploded into a bright light. An Inferno raged, a ball of fire overtaking the clearing as the sound of wailing filled his ears. Clyde ran up to the edge of the fire and flinched as he worried about the flames overtaking him, only to see that they receded in his presence. Clyde could see a singular dark spot, an outline that could only be one thing. With strengthened resolve, Clyde put one paw over his eyes to shield himself from the light and stumbled forward into the fire.

Every step forward was harder than the last, as even with the protection from the fire, his body was still flinching at the flames that parted with each step, but he kept pushing, getting closer and closer to the center of the blaze. When he finally reached the center, he stood right behind Vulcanis, looking at his hunched over form, looking like a shadow compared to the blaze around him. Clyde reached out to touch his shoulder but stopped when he heard Vulcanis cry out again. Clyde had heard crying like this before. He had cried like this before. This was an emotion that had to be released before it destroyed its host. Clyde sat down to the side of him and waited.

It took many minutes for Vulcanis’s fire to recede, but Clyde didn’t count. He just slowly watched as the edge of the fire slowly came closer, leaving a circle of pure black char behind it. The trees unfortunate to be caught in the blaze were just pillars of ash, a few dark branches the only thing to show what they were before. The fire slowly curled in on itself further and further, until finally it had passed by Clyde completely, leaving the only other thing in the clearing to be a very large dragon sniffling. He stared at a grave with two names on in. A grave that had no room for him.

“I don’t understand. I did everything I could, I tried everything just to be the perfect dragon for him. Is there something wrong with me?”

“Hey, no…” Clyde said, reaching out and putting his hand on Vulcanis’s shoulder “Look, there was a lot you didn’t know about Glacius. After you were frozen, he threw the entire world into a 10-year winter, just to try and make himself stronger.”

“No…” Vulcanis whimpered, as he turned to Clyde.

“I’m sorry I’m telling you this, I wish it wasn’t true, but he tried to make you weaker, just so that you couldn’t stop him. And he gloated about killing you.” Clyde tried to break the news easily, but the words kept tumbling out. “He was using you.”

Vulcanis shut his eyes as his breath sped up, trying to fight off the words that Clyde said. They couldn’t be true, they weren’t true, but soon enough Vulcanis shoulders drooped, the weight of those words finally hitting him. Of course, what Clyde said was true. Deep down, he had known it for a long, long time.

“What do I do now?” Vulcanis said, the words hollow. He stared dejectedly at the ground.

“Anything really. The sky’s the limit.” Clyde scooted closer to Vulcanis and tilted the dragon’s head up to look right into his eyes. “And I promise there will be people out there who will love you, and not just for their own selfish reasons.”

Vulcanis sniffled again, the dragon still looking sad. Clyde knew that the hurt wouldn’t go away immediately, but he hoped that he had helped, at least a little.

“May I ask you for one more thing?” Vulcanis said.

“Of course.”

“May I have a hug?”

Clyde immediately wrapped his arms as best as he could around the dragon and squeezed as hard as he could. It didn’t do much, considering the immense thickness and might of his muscles, but he knew it had worked when Vulcanis wrapped his arms around the bobcat and brought him in close. Clyde heard a muffled “thank you” from Vulcanis, and silently thanked whatever gave him the urge to go into that cave. It had changed his life.

Clyde never thought he’d see the day where he’d forget that summer had ended. Summer was a terrible season, full of either terrible annoyance or active danger, but after a month with protection from the heat, it felt like any other season to him.

Clyde yawned and stretched, feeling the blanket still on him, as he had no need to pull it off in the middle of the night. He looked over at his fan, sitting perfectly silently on his dresser. He hadn’t used it for weeks now, and unless he needed noise, he might not use it ever again.

Of course, there was also the dragon that had been sleeping with him for the past few weeks now. He was currently nestled in between Vulcanis’s beefy arm, and mountainous pec, a perfect nest of muscle pillows surrounding him. Vulcanis was still a remarkably hot dragon, in both senses of the word, but that heat was just comfortably warm to Clyde now.

Clyde traced the bicep of the dragon as he woke up, feeling its power. Thankfully, Vulcanis had decided that he wanted to stick around the bobcat, something that Clyde was forever grateful for. He liked to take his time when he was around Vulcanis, really take in his immense muscles. He thought that with enough time he’d get used to Vulcanis’s muscles, but that day hadn’t come yet.

Clyde turned over, looking at Vulcanis massive chest, twin mountains in the landscape of his body. While the dragon hadn’t had a growth spurt quite like the one he had when they fucked, he had only pushed himself harder since then, spending hours at the gym. As Clyde had heard it, the gym was basically sponsoring him at this point, to make sure that he stayed with them, and brought in the small crowds that would gather whenever he decided to bench press the weight of a truck. Hell, at this point he was even able to get Clyde to go to the gym regularly.

As Clyde slowly felt Vulcanis’s pec with his paw, he heard a small noise, and then was suddenly pulled up onto Vulcanis’s chest. The dragon, now fully awake, smiled at the bobcat, and kissed him on the forehead.

“Good morning, my grumpy little kitten. How are you?” Vulcanis said, his voice a low growl in Clyde’s ear.

“Tired. Please don’t leave the bed yet,” Clyde said, as he tried to anchor himself to the spot. Sure, Clyde had plenty to do, with applications to grad school or looking for a new job, but for now he just wanted to help Vulcanis, especially now that Clyde knew he could. Being frozen for 700 years was one thing, but a broken heart from a shitty boyfriend? That was a lot easier.

“All right then.” Vulcanis laughed, and then draped one of his arms over Clyde’s body. “I could stand to have some more cuddles.”

Clyde smiled. He could still see some pain in Vulcanis eyes, mostly when he remembered things of his past, but it was getting duller, his life being filled with more and more of the new world he lived in. Clyde then nestled his head in between Vulcanis’s pecs, which had become one of his favorite spots. Glacius had tried to weaken Vulcanis, but between the Watermelon sized biceps, or the boulder shoulders, or even the chest that really had no comparison, he had failed miserably. Vulcanis was one of the strongest dragons that had ever lived, a true legend, and was every bit as sweet and kind the entire way.

Clyde heard Vulcanis say something quietly, only noticing the rumble through the dragon’s pecs, but he already knew what Vulcanis said. Clyde pulled his head out of the crevice, just to reply.

“I love you too.”

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