This was a very special and beautiful piece I had commissioned from  Mserene for my mistress  soline's birthday today. It illustrates the moment shared by Soline and Wisty after Wisty's act of kindness where the panthress teases the little dragon a little too much. But who can blame her? I know I can't.

Happy birthday, Mistress. I really hope you like it and the story. <3

art by  Mserene (seriously, go watch her and commission her!)
Soline by  soline
Wisty by  wisty

Please do leave comments on the art and story, but fave the original on Sere's Gallery! ;3

*************STORY*************



A Special Moment:

The small white dragon lifted his head from his paws, yawning widely. He shifted in his soft plush bed, the fur-lined stomach of his mistress, and stood up slowly with a yawn. Fluttering his wings, he gingerly stepped from the still snoozing panthress, her chocolate-colored chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths. After giving a small lick to her cheek, acknowledged by a small giggle and purr from the sleeping panthress, the dragon hopped off of the plush bed. He lands with a soft fwump on the polished wooden floors, his talons clacking quietly as he walks through the bedroom and into the hallway.

The sun filtered through the windows, reflecting off of the dragons polished white scales, sending rainbows and shards of light dancing off of the pale, caramel-colored walls. The dragon fans his wings once more and leans forward, stretching his sinuous body along the ground while his tail flicks eagerly; he didn't have much time, even if it was relatively early in the morning! He slowly stalked down the stairs, weaving through the railing of the carved banister - it was his favorite activity in the morning, simply because mistress Soline always marveled at the small dragon's flexibility for a creature covered in scales. He yawned as he reached the bottom of the stairs, sure that he was far enough away from the bedroom so that he wouldn't be heard by the snoozing panthress.

He wriggled his tail and stretched his wings a bit, his scales beginning to crackle as he shifted from his cute feral form - the opalescent dragon about the size of a medium sized cat - to his rather feminine anthro form; he smirked as the ground got further and further away, his body slimming and lengthening until he finally reached about seven feet in height. His wings folded nicely behind him. He heard his toes crackling a little as they elongated and widened, giving him a little more support, his tail curling nicely around his waist.

He never worried about dressing because his form was rather androgynous; unless he was being teased in some way or another, it was impossible to distinguish his gender unless he spoke; his body was rather lithe and wiry, his cheek bones set at a neutral middle height, neither too pronounced nor too slender. His facial structure was rather thin, and his body did have a graceful arch to it, but that was a common trait of the smaller ice dragons.

After the mandatory self-admiration by the vain creature, he chuckled - how could he not love himself when he was a *dragon* after all? One last stretch to shake away the lingering granules of sleep-sand from his eyes and body, and he plodded into the tiled kitchen. The floor was decorated in tiles of blues, blacks and reds, all of mixed shades and hues, contrasting nicely with the cream-colored walls. He looked at the hanging rack of pans and smiled, nodding quietly to himself. Mistress Soline would enjoy today.

He reached for the frying pan, a massive cast iron skillet, and set it on the natural-gas stove. He turned the knob on the front of the stove, put it on low heat to evenly warm the pan, then went to the refrigerator and pulled out some eggs, cheese and vegetables. He set everything down before reaching up into the cupboard and pulling out a small mixing bowl.

Pulling a knife out of the caddy set beside the sink, the dragon began to chop the vegetables: peppers, onions, mushrooms, some herb-dried tomatoes he'd prepared earlier in the week - all were diced quite fine and mixed together in the mixing bowl. Knowing his mistress was ever-ravenous, he reached into the dozen of eggs and began to crack them one by one until he'd had nine eggs mixed all together. He took a small whisk and began beating the eggs, adding a little cream bit by bit until the egg-batter had reached a smooth and fluffy consistency; then he added the vegetables in small handfuls, being sure to distribute them evenly throughout the omlette. As he pours the batter into the warm pan, rewarded by the soft sizzling noise echoing through the kitchen, he reaches for the salt and pepper. He gives a few dashes of each, just enough for flavor, and then turns the heat down to let the omlette cook until it's light and fluffy.

Working quickly now, he grabs the bowl of fruit he'd stored in the fridge, pulling out the bowl of cherries, oranges, apples and bananas, and even a pineapple; he was unsure about the pineapple, so he tugged on of the fronds on the top of the fruit, huffing as it refused to budge. It was still under-ripe, which was disappointing. Mistress would just have to make do without some of the exotic fruits, but he supposed that this would be good enough. After quickly cleaning the knife and peeling the rind-covered fruits. He divided the oranges and other citrus into segments, arranging them in a circle around the fruit plate. He cored the apple with a deft puncture of his claw, and then sliced it into sixteenths, arranging them in a circular pattern running counter to the pattern of the oranges and lemon segments. Cherries and grapes formed the center, a nice pile rising up; sliced bananas were aligned in lines, which he drizzled in a light layer of chocolate. He admired his work and mumbled "perfect!" before going to get a spatula.

Once he had obtained the spatula, he approached the omlette and gingerly slipped the large, broad plastic implement under the puffy, color-speckled egg dish, flipping it over to cook it evenly on the other side. The underside was golden, very lightly browned, the scent of the cooked veggies filling the room. The dragon licked his lips and smiled quietly - it would be hard to resist taking a piece of this! He pulled out a few slices of the thinly-sliced mozzarella cheese and draped them across the large omlette; he then turned off the stove, letting the cheese melt, the edges bubbling a little.

He chuckles and walks to the icebox once more, opening the door and pulling out the tub of plain yogurt and a small tray of chopped strawberries. He mixed the two together and then placed a serving into a small, beautiful bowl, placing it beside the fruit arrangement. He also poured a large glass of orange juice, with a little pulp, and set it beside the other two plates. Returning his attention to the omlette, he folded it over, the cheese dripping out from the ends of the light, fluffy dish. He smiled and placed that on another plate.

He chuckles and gets a few slices of bread, placing them on the automatic toaster oven, letting the small slices of bread slip through the machine slowly. As the bread was becoming beautifully toasted, he went and gathered a tray, as well as the silverware and jam of various flavors. Once the toast was done, he set it beside the omlette on the massive silver-laced plate, placing it on the left side of the tray; the yogurt and juice were placed in the top right corner of the tray. The fruit arrangement was the last thing for him to do, which was lucky as he heard the soft rustling of the bed upstairs. He giggled with excitement, picking up the tray and walking toward the stairs.

"Wisty?" he heard echo throughout the room, the drowsy voice echoing with confusion - it was odd for the dragon to be the first one awake, let alone not be cuddled against the panthress' body. Wisty chuckled, his tail swishing behind him as he carried the tray slowly up the stairs.

"I'm coming, Mistress Soline!" he called, his fluty voice echoing through the house. "Please don't move?" His voice was soft and light as it echoed off of the walls. A small giggle answered him as he slowly sauntered up the stairs toward the bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. Turning slightly so that his tail and hips bumped the door open, he swung the tray to the side so it would fit in the door. He heard an excited gasp as he entered the room.

"Oh, honey, you didn't have to do this for me!'

"I know, Mistress, but I figured that you should enjoy your birthday. Since I can't really do much else, I figured I'd do what a good pet should and shower his beloved mistress with attention." He smiled and blushed, folding his wings close against his body as he set the tray across her lap.

His eyes wandered upwards a bit, coming to rest on her face. It was sleek and slender, even for a feline's, shrouded in a shimmering cascade of ebony hair. A pair of sapphire blue eyes sparkled out from their frame of chocolate-colored fur, while a row of razor-sharp white teeth glimmered from the panthress' smile. As she sat up, the blanket cascaded down her body in a shimmering ribbon of fabric, revealing her ruby-red bra that contained her generous bust and partially concealed her lighter-brown underbelly. He smiled, looking at her curved body, marveling at the relatively slim proportions, especially given her history. He winked as he backed up, grabbing her laptop and her table, placing them on the stand beside her bed.

"In case you want to draw later, Mistress." he rumbled cutely. He sauntered across the room and sat on the bed beside her, smiling softly as she gingerly picked up the silverware, her eyes wide in delight, and her nose going wild.

"Wisty, this looks...and smells beautiful. I'm almost afraid to eat it... Could I just have a few furres instead, and leave this to admire?" She chuckled as the dragon shook his head, and then cut into the omlette. She cut a small slice of the omlette, loaded with vegetables, and placed it gently on her tongue. Soline closed her eyes and let out a rumbling purr as she chewed, the dragon just blushing on the bed beside her.

"It would seem that Mistress enjoys?"

"It's exquisite, love! I don't think I've ever had anything this good before... It's such a shame that I have to eat it; I'd eat you instead, but then I'd be cutting off my fix of this deliciousness." She growled in 'anguish' and patted the dragon's head before slowly tearing through the fluffy dish, almost afraid to finish it. After a few minutes of silent eating, she moved on to the yogurt, and then finally the fruit; which she idly nibbled as she set the tray aside and picked up her laptop. "So... mmph, surely this can't be it, can it? I know Wisty is often kind, but when he's this nice, he wants something from his beloved Mistress, doesn't he?"

The dragon shakes his head before moving her tray to the side, setting her fork and the plate on the nightstand beside her and handing her the laptop. "No, Mistress Soline. Your love and attention are enough for me. I just wanted to make this day lovely and beautiful for you in any way I could... I have a few things planned for later... but... May I watch you draw for a bit?"

Soline was taken aback; it wasn't often that she was flattered in such a way; normally, people were only kind to her to be able to get intimate, which she usually allowed... and then become a snack, which she relished, even if her "friends" didn't... She blushed and nodded it, but she knows that she should have come to expect it from this odd little dragon... He'd been her pet for almost two years, and the entire time he never really wanted too much more besides her companionship. Occasionally they would become closer than most friends, but the dragon never pressured. It was relieving. She nodded and picked up the pen to her tablet, setting it and the laptop on her lap.

Wisty chirred in happiness as she shrunk back to his normal feral form, his joints and scales crackling as he returned to normal. Soline reached over and hugged the small dragon close to her chest, tucking him in between her cleavage like he liked...

The dragon watched his mistress draw for a little, but he started to feel her cleavage squish around him every so often and the force of her accidental pushing from her bust messing up her lines. She snickers quietly as the dragon begins to squirm. "Oh, stop it, hon. it's hard to draw!~"

"I know, Mistress. I'm trying to get out so that you can draw better. I know I tend to... make things difficult..."

Soline chuckled and leaned down, giving the cute dragon a small kiss on his head, her warm breath nice on his cool body. He blushed a bit and smiled as she lifted him out and placed him on her shoulder. "You don't make things difficult, hon... But thank you. So... what do you think of it so far?" She asked softly a soft giggle in her voice. She knew the dragon hadn't really been paying much attention from how much he'd been purring in her cleavage. Soline smiled as she felt the cool tail snake around her shoulder and down to wrap round her waist, beginning to draw again.

Wisty chuckled and looked at it intently, his brows and eyes furrowing as he scanned every inch of the picture. He clutched her shoulders, shifting his rump around and leaning down further to look at every detail.

Lifting her pen from the tablet, Soline looked over at the dragon that was fluttering and shifting on her shoulder. She snorted quietly and bit her lip so as to not draw the dragon's attention... but she started to snort and chuckle as the dragon's face went flat as he looked at the picture - an image of the little dragon curled up in her lap like a housecat, the panthress smirking as she "groomed" him by polishing his scales.

"Mistress..."

'Yes, my little Wisty?"

"You do know that my scales aren't pink, right?"

"Hehe, of course they are. With as much as you blush around me, I swear pink's your natural colour..."

The small dragon growled cutely and defensively as he was being teased by the larger panthress, his face growing flat and "unamused" as he climbed down from her shoulder as he began to grow larger once again. "I was hoping to save this for later, but since you like to tease me... I think it's a good time for a massage." Wisty growled softly as the panthress chuckled in surprise, between small giggles.

"Of course, sweety. I was hoping you'd had more in plan for today. Breakfast was nice, but I was hoping that I could get some dessert." She smiles softly and growls, winking as she rolled onto her side.

Wisty smiled and leaned closer, giving the panthress a small kiss on the cheek. He nodded a bit. "We'll see... but for now... just relax, Mistress, and enjoy your birthday." He blushed brightly and giggled softly

"Thank you, love." she purred under her breath as she rolled onto her stomach, her back fur glistening in the light.

"No, thank you for your love..." the dragon whispered, beginning to work at her shoulders with claws, his light weight pressing into her shoulders in a massage. He smiled as the mistress he served, fed, satisfied and loved melted in his hands. Though this was only one day in a year, he cherished every second he spent with her, and couldn't be happier.

He just wished he could make every day this special for his beloved Mistress.



-End