Caretaking

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by JazzyPizazzy

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Original date posted on Fur Affinity: Nov 10th, 2016 07:19 AM

Cynder walked slowly up the stairs, her tail swaying left and right, wary of cutting the carpeting with the end blade. There had been several occasions when a flick of her tail had spelled more trouble than needed, where the sharp edge made unsightly tears in curtains or dresses. As such she kept her tail at a slant, so that the flat side of the spade dragged safely along any textiles without risk of ripping holes or cutting into edges. Already she had changed the blankets and mattresses twice in a year, and she intended to keep the number at that level.
In her hands was a large bucket of ice cold water, with condensation at the sides glistening from the light by the windows of their home in Avalar. Her steps had slowed down considerably, making sure that the water did not spill over as she made her way to the bedroom. The outside summer breeze carried in cooling winds, as well as mix in the smell of fresh air, which was a comfort to her.
The valley’s breathtaking scenery had a new addition to it, with the leaves floating about in the soft breeze moving along the rolling hills. Maybe if she strained her ears, she could even hear the gentle running water of the river. Sure they lived a long way away from Warfang, but the solitude, the beauty, the grandeur and the privacy made up for it. She then entered the bedroom, smiling as she met with her mate, Spyro.
The purple dragon laid spread out on the bed, wearing only briefs that were a shade of dark blue like the evening sky. His entire body glistened with a small faint sheen of sweat as he groaned. The icepack on his forehead had long warmed up, and it was in need of refreezing and he barely responded upon Cynder’s entering the room. At either side of the bed, were two fans put at maximum, blasting strong gusts of wind at him constantly.
“How do you feel, Spyro?” She asked as she laid the bucket at the bedside, sitting beside him.
“Feel like I’m burning up, like I’m having steam blown in my face…” groaned the dragon as he moved only a tiny bit, shifting as he turned slowly to see her. It wasn’t like him to fall ill, and especially to something like this, but she had reminded him of his overworking himself with rebuilding the city, and this, though phrasing it as such would be harsh, was the obvious result,
“Here, take your medicine. Scaleflare tends to spike up at sporadic intervals,” reminded Cynder as she passed over some pills, pouring water for him to drink.
Spyro grunted, gulping down the refreshing ice cold water, taking the pills down as he savoured the freezing comfort. He felt like he was trapped within the bowels of Munitions Forge, with unrelenting heat assaulting him from Mount Bowzitbig at every side. It had just been another day of helping out in Warfang, when he realized he felt incredibly feverish. Needless to say, the Guardians were rather worried, realizing he had come down with sickness, Volteer being the most frantic of them. Even as he had exited from the doctor’s, Volteer kept giving extra medicines and pills, going on a huge talk about the benefits of each one. With his talking speed, he could only catch bits and pieces of it, resulting in a jigsaw puzzle of sentences that seemingly made no sense. Cynder wasn’t too perturbed, knowing that Spyro would eventually recover, but this had been a bad case of it, and she knew deep down he wasn’t holding up too well.
“I want to scratch at the itch I have…but-“
“You know you can’t do that Spyro…” Cynder remarked, interrupting him as she dipped a small towel in the bucket of cold water, rinsing and wringing it a bit.
“Any movement will cause more heat to buildup and you’ll sweat buckets again…” she said, moving to wipe the wet towel along his body, trying to cool it down.
For Spyro, feeling the cold of the wet towel was like a tiny slice of relief and comfort, like a child only getting a single lick of the world’s best chocolate ice cream. It felt so good, and he partially thought of having Cynder just pour the entire bucket all over him, to try to stop the heat that kept plaguing him. Or even better, head to the freezer and just bury him in icecubes to amplify the coolness. His scaleflare had reached to the level that something simple like lifting an arm caused it to suddenly break out in sweat. As such, Spyro barely moved, lying flat on the bed as he continued to let Cynder pat him down with the cold towel. Even as she tackled the more heated areas like his neck and chest, he couldn’t help but give a groan of relief, clutching tightly to every millisecond of cold comfort he could get. Cynder seemed to know, and purposely slowed down at the more hot regions.
“Mmmm…thanks babe…” Spyro managed out, giving a big sigh.
“No problem…just rest up and I’ll get to making cold dinner for you,” she said.
Scaleflare, though a dangerous catalyst in heat injuries for dragons, had a huge blessing in disguise. Because the body temperature was raised well over the normal levels, cooked food could not be consumed, as it would accentuate the heat in his digestive system. If the temperature stayed at levels past the peak, it would risk organ failure similar to heatstroke. All Cynder could get for Spyro, were cold dessert foods, topped off with icy fruit juices. The purple dragon himself didn’t complain, as gulping down cooled lemonade gave such a welcoming surge of cold as it ran down his throat. Cynder herself almost could shiver at feeling the chilling full force of two large fans, yet with the purple dragon in his state, he barely felt anything, and she could still see the tiniest beads of sweat threatening to form at his neck area once more. She smiled cheekily again, moving to pat down his arms, squeezing the towel to drip a bit at his neck once more.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” Spyro remarked, watching as she lifted his arm, wiping the wet towel along his bicep all the way to his shoulder. She was rather meticulous, and it didn’t seem like she missed a square inch of his heated body. Upon hearing him, she simply winked.
“Please Spyro…the doctor’s confined you to stay at home for a full 2 weeks. You have to be tended to for everything, including me bathing you, which we already do. I get to pat down your body like this every two hours. Not to mention you have to wear only your briefs so that you don’t sweat out from having layers on you…” she moved to press her nose against his, smirking as he tensed.
“Saying that I enjoy this…is a huge understatement~” she concluded, pulling at his underwear by the side, letting it snap back to his waist with a giggle.
Spyro could only blush and look away, giving a sheepish expression as she moved to pat the wet towel at his inner thighs. He could almost feel her eyes just sweeping over his muscular form, possibly ogling at how the sheen of sweat seem to make his pectorals stand out. Then again he couldn’t really stop her from admiring his physique, and at the back of his mind, he wasn’t particularly bothered. Cynder had always been cheeky and loved to always make him blush, using mischievous impish ways to coax his blush to come out. With this illness, he only had the bare minimum covered, and it was probably like striking gold for her.
“I…well…” he was at a loss for words as how to describe his feelings. She giggled again, filling the room with bubbly laughter.
“I’ll get dinner for you~” she said with a classic grin.
“W-wait…Cynder, baby…” he suddenly called out, stretching his arm out a bit. She turned, looking at him once more, realizing how sexy he looked, lying outstretched on the bed.
“Yeah? Anything else, purple hunk?” she asked, putting a hand on her hip, giving a sassy look.
“My itch, help me scratch it?” Spyro asked, giving a nervous smile. It seemed like such a trivial question, yet she smiled, going back to him. She moved over to his side, doing as he told, getting at the discomfort at his lower calf.
“I look forward to bathing you later,” she said as she took away the icepack, intending to change it for the other one freezing up in the chiller. Spyro merely nodded, blushing.
“As you’ve done since yesterday…” he remarked, rolling his eyes.
“Mhm~ Don’t worry, I know you’re feeling down from this illness, I’ll make it up to you by wearing that bikini you like so much!”
“Wait wha-?” Spyro gasped as she hastily headed down the stairs. He sighed, resigning himself to whatever shenanigans she was planning. He had two weeks, and it was ideal for him to get used to it

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