Visit the Healer

Giving the blue and pink dragons another long hug each, you decide to head with Drelf to the healer, promising you will spend time with both of your friends when you return. Prexa frowns, a bit disappointed, but then sighs and nods as she understands why you’re better safe than sorry after your ordeal. Noctrus lays down so you can climb onto his back, telling you it will be faster to fly there, as the healer’s residence is past the taverns and brothels, and would take a two minute flight versus a fifteen minute walk, and you may not want to go walking through that part of the city naked anyway, he adds with a snicker. He assures you he’s perfectly fine to keep flying with his injured leg, as the bleeding has ceased and the pain is just a slight stinging now, as you mount the saddle and wrap your arms around his neck for support before he thrusts off the ground with his hind legs and rises into the air with a few flaps of his massive wings. As he evens out into a glide, you search for the right words to tell him you’re sorry you weren’t fast enough, but they come out jumbled.

“I’m… about the attack… I saw the pirate raising the gun and-”

“No, little one,” you feel the motion along his neck as Noctrus shakes his head, “Why would you be to blame for something that happened in the chaos of battle? Such are the risks we all take as Windbourne. Push it from your thoughts, as this visit shall restore my body and spirits. Besides, I am more concerned about you, having no experience of such dangers.”

You reply that you’re doing alright, a little shaken, perhaps, but in body you feel almost back to normal, and you feel Noctrus’ nods as he listens, lowering his altitude as the tightly-packed brothels with their scattered anthro and human workers interacting with a few patrons fresh from the docks who mostly look to be sailors give way to an open field in the center of which sits a large wooden house. The dragon flaps his wings to brake and descends towards the structure, alighting in the field before a wide and beautiful garden filled with flowers of all sorts, pink and white and yellow and blue, bright and fragrant in the sunny Spring afternoon. You follow him up the grassy path through the middle to the entrance, over which is hung a small wooden sign depicting a dragon surrounded by small diamond designs which you take to indicate rejuvenation, surprised when Noctrus enters the door without knocking, then recall Rhyta answering when Drelf approached the other night, so perhaps the dragon inhabitant already knows you’re here. Entering the house, the interior is plain but comfortable, furnished with a bookshelf containing large and intimidating volumes which you imagine you probably would not comprehend very well, a long double-shelf stocked with a wide variety of tonics and potions of various colors and opacities, and a simple wooden desk with a small inkwell and quill on which an unfurled scroll rests. From beneath the maroon curtained entryway at the back of the house emerges a large white dragon, who smiles gently at you both with a deep and comforting purr, padding over and pressing her snout to Noctrus’ and your forehead in greeting.

“Greetings, my friends,” the white dragon eyes the bandages around the black dragon’s foreleg and clicks her forked tongue in disapproval, “Noct, my dear, you only ever come to visit me when you’ve been injured! One of these days, Spirits aid me, I shall have you over for ginger biscuits and honeyed tea!” the dragon smiles at you with a nod, “I have a few biscuits in the back if you would like some, human. But none for Noct here.”

“Now, Cayda, that isn’t any way to treat a good friend, is it? We’ve been patronizing your shop for years, after all,” the black dragon protests, but Cayda raises her head and snorts.

“You’d best make time to stop by after your shift soon, sir,” the white dragon motions for Noctrus to lay down across the sofa towards the back, a dark green and well-used piece adorned with a few large circular pink throw cushions, as she goes to fetch one of the bottles from the shelf, “Or mayhaps you shall be in the market for another healer in short order.”

Setting the bottle on a small stool to the right of the sofa, the healer begins to unwrap the bandage from Noctrus’ leg, the black dragon wincing a bit as it is removed, before she thoughtfully examines the injury. She takes a small cloth from a basket beside the stool and begins washing off some of the dried blood so she can examine the damage, dousing the rag with a bit of blue liquid from one of the bottles she retrieved, as it becomes clear there are multiple scrapes and several punctures, Cayda frowning as she notes that two of the wounds still have the shot in them. She steps away from the sofa, mentioning that her old claws are not dexterous enough for operating, and heads into the kitchen through the open door on the right, returning with a large brown glass bottle which she offers to Noctrus before heading back behind the curtain to fetch some assistance. The black dragon takes a gulp from the bottle with a grimace before you see a female weasel emerge from the maroon curtain, but instead of heading towards the couch, she makes her way towards the front door as a larger opossum soon follows, wearing a simple pink loincloth and nothing more, as you realize after a moment from the stickiness of the weasel’s features and conspicuous blotting along the front of the opossum’s cloth the former was more likely a friend just visiting.

“Come back later, Sil!” the plump opossum calls after the weasel as she departs, stretching and scratching her butt with a paw before she turns to speak with Cayda, “Okay, uh, what’s the trouble, did you say?”

Cayda nods towards Noctrus as she explains the situation to her assistant, Prem, who listens and blinks with a few nods before scurrying off and returning with a metal tray on which is a pair of tweezers, a small bowl, and another bottle of blue liquid. The opossum sets the tray down on the stool beside the couch before darting back over to you, brushing her paws down your shoulders before pulling you into a long hug, which has the effect of pushing your head between her fluffy breasts and the rest of you against her warm fluffy body, as you can almost feel the heat from her loincloth seeping out across your navel.

“Can I sandwich the huhhh-human in my butt cheeks while I take care of the dragon?” you can feel the opossum’s paws brushing down your shoulders as her loincloth grinds a little closer to your own loins.

“Absolutely not, Prem!” the white dragon scoffs and stamps her foreclaw on the floorboards as the opossum squeaks and releases you from her embrace, dashing back over to begin tending to Noctrus, “Gods bless you with patience, I am pry hornier than you, but you don’t see me lusting away when we have patients to assist!”

The opossum grumbles something under her breath, but begins dipping both arms of the tweezers into the blue fluid before she studies the first puncture a moment and lines the instrument up with the wound. You watch in fascination, as you’ve never seen a gunshot treated before, the nimble paws inserting the tweezers and withdrawing a very tiny leaden ball a few moments later, which is deposited carefully with a small tink into the little tin bowl. Whatever liquor was provided to your friend for the surgery seems to have taken strong effect, as Noctrus stares ahead the entire time, his chest rising and falling with steady, deep breaths, but he does not appear to be in any pain as Prem cleans the tweezers in the blue bottle once more before beginning work on the second ball. Cayda nods to her assistant and tells her she’s doing very well, then turns to face you with a gentle smile as she asks what she can do to help you, padding around your body as she examines you for any signs of wounds, sniffing your skin a few times with a grunt and a nod as she recognizes the scent of the toxin you were exposed to. She goes and fetches a vial of yellow liquid from the shelf, instructing you to drink it slowly, asking if you have any other injuries she is not detecting, shaking her head with a small smile as you tell her you are unharmed and patting your shoulder with a claw, brushing your chest with the light blue tuft of fur along the back of her ankle.

“It is quite alright, little one,” Cayda’s chest begins to glow with a pale blue light to reveal a ring of runes that remind you of the green dragon from the tavern yesterday, “I am a daydream dragon as well as a healer, it suits my profession quite well. You can talk to me about anything you wish, and I will offer comfort as I can.”

You begin to describe the events earlier, finding yourself hesitating as you reach the part about having the sword of the pirate held against your throat, and the words flowing too quickly as you describe plunging down into the sea after Prexa was hit by the cannon. More shaken than you’d expected, the white dragon listens calmly as you tell her the story, growling as she interrupts to complain of Malroy’s lack of judgment and hating to always find herself agreeing with Amerst, whom it appears she isn’t very fond of, encouraging you to continue as you stumble and breathe and slow down as you describe the fall. Prem finishes the operation and turns after cleaning the shot punctures, asking if she can play with you now that’s finished, squeaking an apology as the healer admonishes her with a brief glare in her direction, the opossum throwing up her paws as she heads back to her room. Cayda raises her claw after you’ve finished and places it across your chest as it begins to glow with a bright white light, and she exhales slowly through her lips as she instructs you to do the same, as you feel a soothing sensation flowing outwards from her foreclaw through your chest, spreading outwards to encompass your entire body as you feel the tension from talking of the events ebbing away. This is replaced by a sensation in your bladder as you realize you desperately need to pee, asking the white dragon if there’s a toilet you can use in the house, as Cayda nods with a chuckle.

“Not to worry, human friend, that is merely the antidote I gave you doing its work, helping to clear out any vestiges of the paralytic,” she points past the curtain at the back, indicating a room at the end of the corridor, before she lowers her head with a large smile, “Although… if you are feeling better after talking with me and are in the mood…”

Uh-oh, there’s that very familiar look in her aquamarine eyes as she huffs gently across your forehead, placing her claw along your chest as she slowly shifts it down your body to rest it atop your penis, pressing gently against your shaft and balls as she purrs and brings her snout against your face so she can look into your eyes. You start to question the implications of that statement as she lowers her claw and keeps her head against your face, warm breath exhaling from her large nostrils along your cheeks as she licks your chin and lips with a little slip of her bright blue tongue. You both turn as you hear a few amorous growls and huffs from Noctrus, the dragon attempting to voice his endorsement but his words spilling out in a confused slurring, still under the effects of the liquor as Cayda moves towards the shelf and fetches him a flask of clear liquid, apologizing to you both as she helps him to drink. This takes an almost immediate effect as you watch her licking at the wounds along the black dragon’s leg, Noctrus saying he’s feeling wonderfully now and asking if he can join in on the fun, saying you should come join him on the couch so he can try out these cushions, Cayda bidding him to hold still a moment longer while she finishes. As she lifts her head to examine her work, you marvel as the wounds have sealed completely and Noctrus’ leg appears back to normal, the white dragon encouraging him to stand and walk a little before she pads back over to you after the black dragon prances about with a happy shake of his head, saying that again her abilities are miraculous.

“Didn’t you dismiss Prem earlier for-”It is your turn to admonish Cayda’s eagerness before the dragon interrupts.

“Yes, well, Spirits help us all, I am merely a dragon as much as a healer and subject to the urges of our kind,” Cayda takes a step back and inclines her head in a sort of apologetic bow, “Though the difference is, my opossum assistant has little self-control and would have satisfied herself with you before attending to our friend. And… if you don’t feel up to playing with me, you don’t have to.”

She stands back apace from you, continuing to purr as she awaits a reply, before both of you are distracted by a loud fart from the couch. Noctrus lays on his side and curls a hind leg, noisily passing gas as he finishes with a small toot, huffing as his forked tongue lolls and he laughs as you both look in his direction.

“Ahhh… much better! I’ve been holding that in all morning. Come here, my little friend, and I’ll share the rest with you, heheh!”

Cayda smiles as she winks at you and says she also wouldn’t mind watching if you’d rather spend some time with Noctrus first, a soft moan escaping her lips as you see her claw sliding between her back legs. It appears as far as the dragons are concerned, things are returned to normal rude reptile status, and you are feeling calmer after the healer’s treatment, so perhaps relaxing with your friends would be nice right now. Judging from the little moans and huffs coming from the two dragons, however, you aren’t sure you’ll be leaving the house without spending time with both beasts if they get to have their way with you. It’s more a matter of who gets to play with you first, it would seem, and- but the gods!- you feel another sharp urge from your bladder as the effects of the cleansing potion come back once more. You had best make a decision quickly, before you end up pissing on Cayda’s floor!