Happy Birthday, Lou!!

This is a birth­day gift for my dear friend Aldric who has this adorable OC named Lou, so I pre­tend­ed here it's Lou's birth­day but in fact it's his own­er's of course! ^.^

Once up­on a time there lived a fox boy named Lou and a Thal­hed lizard called Isil. Lou al­so had two old­er broth­ers and all the three of them were known as the Chey­lan broth­ers, and they lived in a nice house in a city. The lizard Isil lived in a near­by for­est by the pond.

Isil be­longed to that species of lizards that are strong but at the same time have soft and al­most un­break­able bones. They are ca­pa­ble of do­ing very ex­treme po­si­tions with­out hurt­ing them­selves or in­jur­ing any­thing in­side their bod­ies. Not all of them con­stant­ly do some­thing ex­tra­or­di­nary, but Isil for one has al­ways been a big lover to bend him­self all day.

Once while bend­ing to his plea­sure and try­ing to do a par­tic­u­lar­ly ex­treme twist of his lim­ber spine and see­ing how far he could stretch his al­most rub­bery but quite mus­cled legs, Isil no­ticed a group of peo­ple throw­ing a pic­nic by the pond. It is nec­es­sary to men­tion that the Thal­hed lizards are great pro­tec­tors of na­ture, they al­ways keep an eye on hu­mans who dam­age their en­vi­ron­ment and al­ways try to re­pair the dam­age or re­port to more pow­er­ful crea­tures.

How­ev­er, this time, Isil no­ticed, those peo­ple were not hu­mans. They were a group of ke­monomi­mi crea­tures, still com­pared to Isil they were gi­ants! Among them, how­ev­er, there was a small­er one who at­tract­ed Isil's at­ten­tion. Much like Isil him­self, that one was naked, and from where Isil was sit­ting, that young gi­ant was quite a sight to ad­mire.

Isil him­self knew what clothes are, but pref­ered to live naked and wear on­ly a few jew­els, but see­ing naked vis­i­tors in his for­est was quite rare, and so he was glued to the sight of this gi­ant fox boy who, as he al­ready learned, was named Lou, that's what oth­ers al­ways called him.

So Isil just made him­self com­fort­able by putting both of his feet be­hind his neck and tug­ging him­self in­to a tight and cozy knot, and con­tin­ued to ad­mire these peo­ple who, un­like hu­man vis­i­tors, were all re­mark­ably re­spect­ful to the na­ture.

In the mean­while Lou, the fox boy, all of a sud­den start­ed do­ing some­thing that our lit­tle lizard wouldn't ex­pect at all! Lou, stay­ing naked as he was, al­so start­ed do­ing var­i­ous flex­i­ble things with his body! The lizard al­most fell over in sur­prise as he wasn't ex­pect­ing the boy to be so lim­ber! Isil's eyes opened wide as he watched the young fox do splits, front­bends and the deep­est back­bends, com­plete­ly fold­ing his body in half!

The al­ready beau­ti­ful sight that Isil loved, now it be­came so good that Isil was com­plete­ly hyp­no­tized by this flex­i­ble fox. When the ke­monomimis fi­nal­ly packed their things and left, Isil was a bit sad that they on­ly stayed for so few hours, and what if they'd nev­er vis­it again?

Isil de­cid­ed that he ab­solute­ly want­ed to be­come friends with that Lou fox. He could swear that he over­heard these peo­ple men­tion­ing that the boy's birth­day was go­ing to be on the day af­ter to­mor­row. Isil im­me­di­ate­ly packed his things (ac­tu­al­ly he had noth­ing to pack) and went to the mag­i­cal tree stump that con­tained a hid­den slit be­tween worlds, en­tered the slit and ap­peared in the world named Ori­en­tal. From there he went straight to the Ori­en­tal Vil­lage, that par­tic­u­lar vil­lage in­hab­it­ed by the elves, Isil's great friends.

Many elves went out of their homes to look at the beau­ti­ful naked lizard, but Isil on­ly asked them where he could find Aaulin, the main elf of the vil­lage. Aaulin, a long haired blond elf with an un­be­liev­ably small cinch­er on his waist and a pair of silky bag­gy pants, went to say hi to his long-term friend and ask what hap­pened.

"Dear Aaulin, I know I keep ask­ing for all kinds of things but... I once again have a fa­vor to ask of you!"

"Of course, my dear Isil, what's the mat­ter?"

"There's some­one I saw to­day in the for­est and re­al­ly grew to like him and um­mm... I learned his birth­day is on the day af­ter to­mor­row..."

"Oh of course! If you came for a gift, you're just in time in fact! We have some beau­ti­ful new jew­els, clothes, some oth­er things, want to see?"

"Umm. I'm afraid jew­els and clothes wouldn't make a nice gift... You see, the prob­lem is, Aaulin, that he is one of the... big ones."

"OH? R- Re­al­ly? A Hu­man!?"

"No no no, of course not! In fact, he is a fox boy."

"Ah, you scared me for a sec­ond!"

"He's not scary at all, as a mat­ter of fact he seems to be very nice! I re­al­ly want to be­friend him, so I was think­ing maybe a small cake..."

"Isil, y- you re­al­ize the di­men­sions of that 'small' rel­a­tive to the big ones, right??"

"Maybe a re­al­ly tiny one?"

"No, we'll help you and we'll make you a re­al­ly good cake. But. Isil, that will cost you."

"Sure thing. I've been lim­ber­ing up the whole day, plus I've in­vent­ed some­thing new this morn­ing, I think you will love it! So how big you can make that cake?"

"Hmm, let's see what you've got first and then I'll tell you how big it will be," Aaulin ges­tured invit­ing­ly. In the mean­while near­ly the en­tire el­ven vil­lage gath­ered around to look at the Thal­hed lizard's ath­let­ic and lim­ber body. With­out fur­ther talk, Isil bowed to every­body and be­gan his show.

Many days of all kinds of con­tor­tion ex­per­i­ments he had been do­ing re­cent­ly, now paid off, and in­spired by the at­ten­tion of so many elves, Isil even start­ed in­vent­ing new things on the spot. He bent his toned but pli­ant body like there's no to­mor­row and amazed the whole el­ven tribe with the flex­i­bil­i­ty that was both beau­ti­ful and ex­treme be­yond imag­in­able.

The elves were ma­jor fans of con­tor­tion­ism and even had their own con­tor­tion school in the vil­lage, but even the elves gasped at what this lizard could do. Of all peo­ple, the elves sure­ly knew the price of ex­treme flex­i­bil­i­ty and great­ly ad­mired the lizard's demon­stra­tion, which was a sight of a gem's rar­i­ty, even in the Ori­en­tal Vil­lage where many kids, teens and young men prac­ticed con­tor­tion. But that's ex­act­ly why a good con­tor­tion show was a bet­ter pay­ment for them than any­thing else.

Isil re­al­ly want­ed to see how big a cake he'd earn and af­ter about an hour of do­ing all kinds of ex­treme­ly flex­i­ble po­si­tions he felt so much elas­tic­i­ty in his body that he asked for some as­sis­tance and with the help of two, and then four elves, he was able to pull some un­be­liev­able stunts.

Fi­nal­ly, Aaulin asked Isil if the lizard could do a par­tic­u­lar pose for a bit longer be­cause it was a new pose that seem­ing­ly no­body in the world had done yet, and Aaulin asked the tribe's painter to il­lus­trate it for lat­er study, so the stu­dents of the con­tor­tion school could learn to do it in the fu­ture. Isil glad­ly agreed and brave­ly held the pose for near­ly a whole hour while it was be­ing care­ful­ly paint­ed.

His im­mune sys­tem al­lowed him to go in­to sta­sis, a state where the bod­i­ly func­tions and even the blood flow slowed down, so it wasn't un­com­fort­able to hold a very ex­treme pose for so long.

In the end, Isil was quite tired but hap­py, and so were all the elves.

"So... how big will you make it?" Isil asked, still pant­i­ng and blush­ing heav­i­ly af­ter do­ing ex­treme con­tor­tion for more than two hours in a row in front of the whole el­ven tribe.

"My dear friend, for you we'll make it GI­ANT!" Aaulin was still blush­ing him­self af­ter all the beau­ti­ful sights of flex­i­bil­i­ty and nu­di­ty he saw per­formed by this fit and ath­let­ic lizard.

It was al­ready an evening. Isil was wel­comed to be mas­saged by a cou­ple of very skill­ful elves but they made him so re­laxed that he just fell asleep in the mid­dle of the mas­sage.

The whole day af­ter­wards went to bake the cake, which con­sist­ed of sev­er­al sep­a­rate pieces that were baked in­de­pen­dent­ly in the Ori­en­tal world, then at night they were car­ried up­on small fly­ing car­pets through the mag­i­cal slit to our world and straight to the res­i­dence of the Chey­lan broth­ers, where the great cake was fi­nal­ly as­sem­bled on the next morn­ing up­on the ta­ble near the broth­ers' gar­den.

When every­thing was done, the elves flew away on their car­pets back to their world, while Isil made him­self com­fy on the flat top of the cake and took a lit­tle nap. A creak of the res­i­dence's door woke him up and the first sight he saw was Lou com­ing out of the house, rub­bing his eyes, yawn­ing, stretch­ing his arms and yawn­ing again.

Alas, this time Lou wasn't naked, but Isil wasn't sure if it was good or bad, as the fox boy looked re­al­ly pret­ty in what he was wear­ing. He walked around the place a lit­tle and brought a yo­ga mat, Isil had the change to see him from near­ly every an­gle and no­ticed that Lou was wear­ing soft sportive shorts, cut so high that one could see his butt cheeks, and al­so a sleeve­less shirt so loose and deeply cut that Lou's dark nip­ples were flash­ing all the time.

The boy was quite sleepy and still hadn't no­ticed the cake, so Isil was just ad­mir­ing him much like he did back at the pond. He was just hap­py to see Lou once again. In the mean­while Lou stepped on his yo­ga mat and be­gan bend­ing in the light of the ris­ing sun, back and forth and to the sides, touch­ing the ground with his fin­gers eas­i­ly no mat­ter what side he bent to.

He'd do it very slow­ly, clos­ing his eyes and re­lax­ing for a minute each time he reached the floor. When he bent back­wards and stood there for a minute, his loose shirt fell down, re­veal­ing a stretched ab­domen and an in­cred­i­bly well shaped ribcage, breath­ing slow­ly in a deep bend, lit by the rich and warm morn­ing light.

Isil gulped, he him­self was quite con­tort­ed there up­on the top of the cake, but watch­ing con­tor­tions done by some­one else was even more ex­cit­ing!

Af­ter spend­ing a cou­ple of min­utes in the back­bend, Lou very slow­ly stood up but didn't ful­ly straight­en him­self right away but kept his back fold­ed in half in the very mid­dle, let­ting his shoul­ders rest on top of his butt for a while. His legs were straight and his head was aligned as if he was stand­ing up nor­mal­ly, but his tor­so was com­plete­ly fold­ed like a tow­el. Isil could eas­i­ly do that him­self but see­ing such a thing done by some­one else made him blush as he didn't know it ac­tu­al­ly looked so pret­ty!

Af­ter stand­ing like that for an­oth­er minute, Lou fi­nal­ly pro­duced the cutest sigh and straight­ened him­self, but not com­plete­ly, he then just walked around with his back slight­ly curved back­wards as if he just couldn't get enough of the feel­ing of the back­bend. He walked around the gar­den and his back did on­ly ful­ly straight­en when all of a sud­den he saw the cake on the ta­ble, and then Isil!

"Hey there!" Isil winked and smiled wide, wag­ging his big mus­cled lizard tail in the air above his co­zi­ly bent self.

"H- Hi... Oh wow..." Lou stood there with his jaw dropped, guess­ing if he de­cid­ed too ear­ly that he was awake and maybe he was still sleep­ing in fact?

"Hap­py birth­day, Lou!!"

"Wow, th- thanks... H- How do you know my name?"

"I saw you bend­ing at the pond two days ago and um­mm... I, well, I just want­ed to see some more of it. And al­so I heard it's gonna be your birth­day, so I brought you a cake... Well, in fact, I didn't bake it my­self but I had to work hard for it and so I hope you'll like it, Lou!"

"Th- the cake seems very yum­my...." Lou al­most be­gan to drool for re­al. He couldn't rec­og­nize what in­gre­di­ents the cake was made of, noth­ing he saw be­fore, yet it looked so yum­my in­deed.

"Not as yum­my as your morn­ing ex­er­cis­es, though... Al­though I was sort of hop­ing you'd be wear­ing a birth­day suit for your birth­day..." Isil rolled his eyes jok­ing­ly.

"Ah... well, I don't get naked in front of str...ang...er­rrrrsss..... on the oth­er hand, nev­er­mind!.. It's all just a nice dream, I know!! It's all a dream, it's all a dream! Woooo!!" Lou stretched his arms and danced like an id­iot. "I'm gonna do every­thing you say, Mr. Mag­i­cal Lizard! Let me just..." Lou took off his shirt and shorts and threw them on the ter­race's floor. "Here! Did you have any spe­cif­ic re­quests to make, Mr. Mag­i­cal Li-"

"First of all, the name's Isil. And I want­ed to play a game ac­tu­al­ly... How about I do a pose and you re­peat af­ter me? Then you strike a pose and I try to re­peat. But let's start with some­thing easy and make it hard­ed bit by bit to make it more in­ter­est­ing?"

"Sounds fun! I'm in!!!" Lou im­me­di­ate­ly went back to his yo­ga mat, sat on his soles and fo­cused on the lizard. "Who starts?"

"I can! How about this?" Isil put his chin on the cake's top, bent his body over and put his feet on top of his own head. "Ba­sic things first!" He grinned.

"Sure!" Lou grinned in re­sponse and quick­ly re­peat­ed the po­si­tion. "I make it more dif­fi­cult now!" Lou straight­ened his legs, point­ing them ver­ti­cal­ly in the air, then land­ed his butt right on top of his own head.

"Eas­i­ly!" Isil grinned and re­laxed his own spine in­to an iden­ti­cal po­si­tion, while hold­ing his legs per­fect­ly ver­ti­cal. "Hm­mm..." He hummed and af­ter a mo­ment of think­ing he spread the legs in the op­po­site di­rec­tions un­til his left leg point­ed straight to the left hor­i­zon­tal­ly and the right leg straight to the right, end­ing up in a full mid­dle split while keep­ing his butt on top of his head.

"Mmm!" Lou grace­ful­ly spread his own legs in the same man­ner when all of a sud­den the door creaked and the two oth­er Chey­lan broth­ers ap­peared.

"Hap­py birth­day, L . . . . Lou!!" His old­er broth­er, Kei, ex­claimed. "What are you do­ing??"

"More im­por­tant­ly, why are you do­ing this naked?!" The oth­er broth­er, Aldric, asked, cross­ing his arms on his chest. "The neigh­bors might be watch­ing!"

"B- b- but! I thought it was still a dream!!" Lou spoke af­ter quick­ly un­rolling and sit­ting on his butt, curl­ing in­to a ball to hide his nu­di­ty. "We were just play­ing with Mr... Isil."

"Mis­ter who, now?!" Both broth­ers im­me­di­ate­ly played their mus­cles, look­ing ready to pro­tect their pre­cious lit­tle broth­er from any kind of "mis­ter".

"Ehh... the lizard man, there!" Lou point­ed at the ta­ble but there was no one. Lou blinked, un­able to be­lieve it...

"The lizard... man?" Aldric shook his head dra­mat­i­cal­ly.

"Must be from that new video game he played to the mid­night yes­ter­day," Kei smirked.

"Is it your cake, Kei?" Aldric asked his broth­er, be­ing sure that he him­self cer­tain­ly didn't buy such a cake that was on the ta­ble.

"Isil brought it, I swear!! Wait... But if the cake is still there..." Lou for­got all about his nu­di­ty and lit­er­al­ly jumped to the ta­ble. Look­ing at the oth­er side of the cake he sud­den­ly laughed. "Why are you hid­ing, sil­ly? My broth­ers won't eat you!" He turned to Aldric and Kei. "There! I wasn't ly­ing!"

"Hi," the lizard jumped on top of the cake in a sin­gle ac­ro­bat­ic leap, curled up in­to a tight bendy ball and flexed his mus­cles play­ful­ly. The two old­er Chey­lan broth­ers looked at the lit­tle lizard guy, drop­ping their jaws just as much as Lou ear­li­er.

"Maybe we're all dream­ing!!" Lou ex­claimed.

"That's im­pos­si­ble..." Aldric spoke in a sci­en­tif­ic tone.

"Mayb.... I... er... I don't know what to think!!" Kei on­ly said, star­ing at the grin­ning lizard.

"Let's just pre­tend the dream con­tin­ues some­how!! Wooo!" Lou shook his arms in the air. "Any­way, Isil is from the pond, we vis­it­ed him two days ago and now he's vis­it­ing us! And he brought a cake. Isn't that nice!! Such a yum­my look­ing cake!! I can't wait to try!"

All the three broth­ers, who we yet to have a break­fast, were star­ing at the cake hun­gri­ly.

"I... I'll go make the drinks," Aldric turned around and walked to the door. "I think I'll have some Pu-erh, I need a clear head."

"Cap­puc­ci­no!" Lou squeaked.

"Just a hot milk," said Kei.

"And for you?" Aldric Chey­lan al­ready re­gained con­trol over him­self and smiled at the lizard as if he was a reg­u­lar guest.

"A fruit juice, please!" Isil smiled back and wagged his tail.

"We have or­anges, ba­bana, lemon, de­li­cious ap­ples, man­go, av­o­ca­do, lime, ki­wi, pineap­ple..."

"Whoa! I've nev­er heard of half of these things, but..."

"...pear, co­conut, grapes and I think peach. No, wait, it end­ed yes­ter­day!"

"Ah, I can't even de­cide..." Isil scratched the back of his head with his foot.

"Oh wait! We al­so have apri­cot!" Aldric sud­den­ly re­mem­bered.

"Al­right, that's what I'll have!" Isil's con­fused face stretched in­to a smile.

"Cer­tain­ly!" Aldric dis­ap­peared be­hind the door.

"He should be a wait­er..." Kei stared at where his broth­er was stand­ing.

"Yeah..." Lou stared too.

"You should put on some pants, Lou..."

"Yeah..." Lou bent to the floor and pulled his shorts up.

"Should I cov­er my­self too?" Isil wor­ried.

"No, not at all, un­less our neigh­bors have a tele­scope," Kei shrugged.

"Al­right! I've nev­er been so far away from the pond, to be hon­est."

"How did you get all the way here?" Kei stared at the lit­tle lizard.

"On the fly­ing car­pet of course! The elves helped a lot in fact!"

"Oh my..." Kei slapped his fore­head. "I should have guessed! The elves! And the fly­ing car­pet! It all makes sense now. This stuff looks nice, by the way. What's it made of?"

"I wouldn't know, re­al­ly, the elves made it," Isil shrugged which made Lou gig­gle be­cause he shrugged while lit­er­al­ly hav­ing his thighs in his un­der­arms. "I on­ly did my part of the trade. But they liked it, so I'm sure the cake is great!"

"What did you do then?"

"As you see I love bend­ing, and the elves love it too, in fact it's very rare there's some­body who can out­do the elves and I just so hap­pen to be one! So they got a lit­tle lizard show and you get a lit­tle el­ven cake!"

In the mean­while, Aldric Chey­lan ap­peared from the house, car­ry­ing a tray full of drinks like a clas­si­cal­ly trained wait­er. A big cup of Cap­puc­ci­no for Lou, Kei's cup filled with hot milk, a cup of the Pu-erh tea for him­self and a minia­ture glass of apri­cot juice for Isil.

"Whoa, I didn't ex­pect to see el­ven drinkware around here," Isil re­ceived his small but rich­ly or­na­ment­ed glass and took a long sip from it, all with­out both­er­ing to un­do his con­tort­ed pose.

"El­ven drinkware?" Aldric raised a brow, tak­ing a sip of his tea.

"Yes­ter­day I drank from ex­act­ly the same glass in the el­ven vil­lage!"

"Most cu­ri­ous!" Aldric raised his brows even high­er. "I brought this glass at the flea mar­ket, be­cause I thought it was a very fine work. When I looked at it through a mag­ni­fy­er, I was im­pressed by all the de­tails in the de­signs, I couldn't be­lieve that some­body could craft it..."

"Yeah, the elves made it, I'm sure of it!" Isil nod­ded. "They al­so make a lot of jew­els too, they craft­ed my ear rings for ex­am­ple."

"Oh, true! You do have ear rings!" Aldric widened his eyes. "I haven't even no­ticed, they're so very tiny!"

"Ac­tu­al­ly, these are quite big! Heav­ier ear rings feel nicer to wear, at least for me! But I al­so have a navel pierc­ing, it's small­er, look!" For the first time in a while Isil rolled out of his bend and knelt on the cake's top, demon­strat­ing his bel­ly. "Don't know if you guys can see it."

"I can! It's re­al­ly pret­ty!! It's so so small!" Lou stared at the lizard's beau­ti­ful minia­ture chest with so small but so fine­ly de­fined ab­domen and rib cage. "Hey, you al­so have nip­ple rings too!!"

"Ha­ha, yes! I was won­der­ing if you'd no­tice them!" Isil arched his tor­so to make the nip­ple rings shine in the sun.

"They're small­er than a grain of sand!!" Lou was in sheer awe of the mi­cro­scop­ic jew­els.

"Oh! I apol­o­gize! I should let you guys try the cake!" Isil sud­den­ly re­mem­bered he was still on top of the cake and grace­ful­ly jumped off. He sat next to the cake with his legs crossed and re­ceived the tiny glass that Aldric helped to car­ry for him.

"Thanks a lot!!" Isil took a sip. "Yum! Apri...cot, right? The taste is quite re­mark­able!"

Aldric nod­ded. "And it's good for your health, too. I can make you oth­er juices lat­er. Maybe you should stay with us, you'll even­tu­al­ly try them all. The su­per­mar­ket here sells fruits im­port­ed from many places, and even from dif­fer­ent coun­tries, so it's no won­der you've nev­er heard of them."

"Umm," Isil thought for a bit. "I'm sort of used to liv­ing at the pond to be hon­est... But don't wor­ry, I won't leave you un­til I tried all these yum­my fruits you have in the house and al­so un­til we fin­ished our lit­tle game with Lou!"

"Yaaay!" Lou put his arms in the air in ex­cite­ment.

"And then you can try the berries we have, too!" Aldric winked.

"And more games!!!" Lou bent his arms be­hind his head so much that his hands reached each oth­er's the op­po­site armpits.

"Your arms are snakes, Lou!!" Kei laughed.

"Oh, Lou! I'm sor­ry I com­plete­ly for­got it was your turn!!" Isil im­me­di­ate­ly re­peat­ed Lou's arm trick, then bent for­ward and picked the glass of fruit juice with his hands from this so not nor­mal po­si­tion, and took a sip!

"Ooooh!" Lou stared, won­der­ing if he'd be able to re­peat... He bowed for­ward, took the Cap­puc­ci­no and, sur­prised that he could ac­tu­al­ly man­age to han­dle this new pose with rel­a­tive eas­i­ness, took a lit­tle sip of his cof­fee. He then put the cup back and used one of his hands to pull on the oth­er hand's el­bow, stretch­ing that arm even fur­ther be­hind his neck, so far that the arm curled all the way around his head un­til he was able to use its hand to blow a kiss. It looked ex­treme­ly strange, but some­how very adorable that made every­body smile.

Isil re­peat­ed that and then sud­den­ly put his foot be­hind his head with­out the help of his hands. Lou quick­ly lift­ed his own foot and al­so put it be­hind his neck and then pushed it fur­ther down be­hind his back al­most to his very waist!

"Wel­come to the mad tea par­ty!!" Kei ex­claimed, al­so putting his foot be­hind his head. "I'm not as flex­i­ble as Lou, but some of these things I can do, too!"

"And the on­ly one drink­ing ac­tu­al tea here can­not do it..." Aldric spoke in a dra­mat­i­cal voice, tak­ing a sip of his Pu-erh.

"Are you sure you can't, Al?" Lou teased.

"Ac­tu­al­ly... I've nev­er tried..."

"Come on, Al! Join the mad par­ty!!" Lou put his oth­er foot be­hind his head, too, in re­sponse to Isil's lat­est move.

Aldric made up his mind, took his bare foot and at­tempt­ed to bring it as far as he could next to his head. To his sur­prise, his foot fair­ly eas­i­ly cir­cled over his head and on­ly got some­what stuck at the back of the head. It wasn't feel­ing very com­fort­able but it didn't feel too bad ei­ther, to Aldric's sur­prise. Af­ter tak­ing a lit­tle breath, he could even put it a lit­tle fur­ther, so his an­kle end­ed up be­hind his neck.

Every­body was quite sur­prised at the sight. Lou ap­plaud­ed like a child in a cir­cus, even though it's him­self who was knot­ted in­to a pret­zel more than any of the Chey­lans.

Aldric grace­ful­ly put his foot back on the floor and ad­just­ed his smooth long dark hair that was a lit­tle messed up now. "I'm sor­ry but I don't think I can eat a cake in this po­si­tion."

"Me nei­ther," Kei put his foot on the floor too.

"I can but I think I'll en­joy it more if I ate it nor­mal­ly!" Lou re­turned both of his feet to the floor.

Mean­while, Aldric cut the cake to sev­er­al equal pieces, the cake's con­sis­ten­cy re­mind­ed a bit of souf­flé or maybe even but­ter, but wasn't ex­act­ly that, it wasn't any­thing fat, yet it was very easy to cut and not the tini­est piece dropped on the ta­ble while cut­ting. With sur­pris­ing eas­i­ness Aldric was able to cut a tiny slice that was per­fect for Isil.

Every­body tried the cake and al­most swal­lowed their tongues, every­one was so silent un­til they fin­ished their pieces be­cause all of them could on­ly think about the taste! Even Isil was sur­prised that the cake was so good, he tried quite a lot of el­ven food in his life but this cake must have been some very spe­cial recipe.

In any case, it was the time for the sec­ond round and then the third, un­til sad but true... the birth­day cake end­ed!

And so Isil stayed with the Chey­lan broth­ers for a very long time. Lou quick­ly fig­ured out that there was no way to beat Isil in the game of flex­i­bil­i­ty, but day af­ter day he was get­ting bet­ter and bet­ter at this game. He promised that one day he would learn to do some­thing that Isil couldn't re­peat. He didn't know what yet, but he would learn it one day for sure!

And in the mean time, the Chey­lan broth­ers would go to the pond where Lou could get naked and prac­tice to­geth­er with Isil to their hearts' con­tent. Some­times the Chey­lans would leave the pond and Isil would stay for a few days at home and then they'd come back to pick him up to live in the house for a while.

The end!! (for now)

Thanks so much for read­ing!! ^-^

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Sto­ry and il­lus­tra­tion by Yu­ni ©

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