This is a cute, and very funny story about 'what it' one of my good friends were to become my pet. I know I enjoyed reading it very much. ^^

Story: by request. ^^
Twelve:
Cyfan and Shaiyla:





Shaiyla couldn’t help but smile when she had heard Twelve’s reply, she wrapped her paws around the young wolf’s neck in a tight hug she was glad that he was so readily willing to be the pet of both her and her mate Cyfan, they all held a fondness for each other so it fit. Though anyone who ever took a second look at them might wonder what an odd trio they really were, a water dragon, a winged tiger and a wolf; who from this point on would be much like a cat or a dog for companion’s sake. Twelve was the sweetest, most kind hearted young wolf Shaiyla and Cyfan had ever known, his somewhat submissive and shy characteristics found a place deep within their hearts for him and it was much like adopting a child really.

“Oh Twelve we’ll have bounds of fun I just know it, thank you!” She said to him hugging him with extra tightness as she spoke, Twelve grinned in reply his tail swaying lightly back and forth as he looked to Cyfan who gave him a cheeky wink and made him blush from it.

“Stick with us pup and we’ll go places.” The tiger added with a chuckle, he knew just as well as his mate that the young wolf had a strong attraction to him, he didn’t mind it though and he all-too-often would tease Twelve playfully over it. It was no wonder why either Cyfan was tall, well muscled with a jet black coat striped with sunset orange markings, he held dragon-like wings with the same colouring and dark grey horns curved nicely from just above his ears, his eyes golden yellow eyes.

“Now Cyfan you behave and no teasing him, I mean it.” Shaiyla glanced at him with cheerful features straightening herself and placing an arm around his waist, her mate curling a wing around one side drawing her closer. She was quite the opposite of her mate, shorter, much more slender. Her form mostly white except for the blue leopard-like markings that ran along her tail sail, legs, arms and spine up to the back of her head and just around her cheeks, her ears were tipped with light and dark blue, her eyes a deep cyan colour.

“Ok, ok I’ll behave...for now. C’mon let’s head home it’s getting late and I don’t know about you two but I’m starved?!” Cyfan purred in reply as he scruffed the fur between Twelve’s ears gently with a paw, a rumble from the young wolf’s stomach echoed his words, it had certainly been a long day for them all. As the trio headed home, Shaiyla and Cyfan paw in paw and Twelve padding alongside them like a dutiful pet ears and tail lifted high in pride, his shaded gray fur a little dusty and wind-blown but otherwise in wonderful condition. The sky turned from a blue-orange to a more blue-purple colour as dusk set in.

Shaiyla made her way towards the kitchen once they’d gotten inside, sounds of frying and bubbling foods being cooked followed the wonderful scents that drifted out into the living room, Cyfan lay stretched out on the couch, remote in one paw as he flicked through the channels, Twelve was sat back on his haunches watching his new mistress from the kitchen doorway, muzzle agape and tongue hanging freely at the smells. Her slender form moved so promptly about, lengthy tail flicking now and then, she looked over at him and smiled sweetly. “Why don’t you go sit in with Cyfan dear, dinner will be ready soon enough.” She told him, to which he gave a small nod and spun around making way to where her mate was. He flicked an ear sideways as he rounded the couch looking intently in question at the empty space where Cyfan was perched, the tiger grinned at him and patted the cushion with a paw.

“Just the fellow I was looking for, up you come Twelve, you and I get to have some good old guy time while the missus is doing her thing back there.” He said loud enough to be heard by her, he heard a slight playful growl come from the kitchen and only laughed, shuffling back a bit more as the young wolf jumped up and curled within the crook of his legs and stomach. He smiled gratefully at Cyfan for a moment before resting his head on his paws and gazing at the glowing television screen.

Twelve wasn’t much for speaking, unless he was in a mood enough for it, as Shaiyla placed dinner on the table for then he shook his muzzle and pointed with a paw to the linoleum that lined the kitchen floor. If he was to be their pet he was to do things properly, she gave a giggle and stooped down placing his plate on the spot where he’d pointed, as she did he gave her an affectionate thanking lick upon her cheek. Waiting until they were both seated and eating before he tucked into his own, he was quick to finish it to a nice slab of rump steak with steamed vegetables and mashed potatoes.

The young wolf found a comfortable spot at the foot of their bed that night ears pointed back as he heard the giggles and murmur of Cyfan and Shaiyla’s voice coming from the bathroom, here he felt safe and happy and content being a pet to them, his tail beat rapidly once they were out his green eyes shining brightly as he looked between the pair with a pup-like innocents.

“Well someone certainly has made himself at home.”

“Oh Cyfan...”

“I’m just messing about, you both know that. However, if I’m wanting a bit time...alone with you dear, he’ll be out on the couch for sure.”

“Well what if he wants to join in?” Shaiyla said looking a Twelve with a wink of mischief, gaining a shy grin from the young wolf and a curious look from her mate.

“What if indeed.” Cyfan merely said in reply as they crawled under the sheets together and turned out the lamps.

“Goodnight Twelve.” They said in union, a soft yip was heard before all of them settled into slumber.