Cute pic  Gentlebull's Monty with Draco laying on his belly.

Being a truck driver who's job it is to drive cargo and shipments across the country can be an underrated job. They can feel really unappreciated due to the traffic, long hours of driving day and night. Little to no breaks and not a lot of thank yous for all the hard work they do. Monty is one of them, appearing gruff and grizzly. Eating himself with drinking, eating and smoking. But he didn't think too much about complaining, he's gotten used to this lifestyle from all the years he did it that it never occurred to him about the satisfaction of receiving a thank you. One his day off Monty has finished his meal, which consisted: of a dozen hamburgers, fries and a large Coca-Cola. But he's still hunger, not enough change and the food booth only takes cash. "Great, now what am I gonna do, I'm still hungry." Growled Monty, resting his head in his hands as he tries not to ignore his growling gut on the patio bench.

"Did you say, you're still hungry?" A young voice is heard behind him. Turning around, Monty sees a little blue dragon almost half his height. "I got this second burger for free, but I already full from the first one. Would you like it?" The said burger wasn't much, a standard for the food booth near by, but Monty was still hungry and wasn't gonna pass this off.

"Sure." Holding his hand out, so he can receive the burger. The derg happily places it into the lion's massive hand and in an instant Monty eats the burger in one mouthful. After chewing and swallowing, the lion lets out a belch, making the little derg giggle. Noticing his stomach's no longer growling, Monty turns to the little derg. "Thanks, that little burger got me my fill."

"No prob." The derg answered. Monty gets up and walks out to a nearby patch of grass. Whips out his cigarette pack and light, pulls one cigarette out and lights it. Putting the pack and lighter away as he puffs a mouth, then blowing it all out before sighing. "Rough day trucking?" Looking down, Monty sees the same derg standing by him.

"Nah, just my day off, I don't-. Wait a minute, How'd you know that I'm a trucker?" Monty asks, putting his fists against his waist.

"Saw you earlier, you were checking your truck out before getting your lunch." The derg answers. "I travel around myself, finding places that would be great for my people to visit."

"Hmm." Monty puffs a mouthful from his cigarette. "What makes you think It's a good idea to talk to a big ol' stranger like me, I could be one of them perverts that are attracted to kids?" Smoke exits his mouth as he asks.

"If you were one of them then I wouldn't have come within ten feet of you, besides, I'm good at sensing those kind of thing and I've got good vibes about you." Answering, the little derg holds out a hand. "I'm Draco."

"Monty." They both shake hands.

"See, now we're no longer strangers to each other." Draco smiles up at Monty. "Can we talk?"

"We already are." Monty takes another puff from his cigarette.

"I meant like a real talk, do you mind if I lay on your belly?"

"What for?" Monty asks, surprised by the request. First time he's ever been asked to have somebody lay on his belly.

"Hard to really explain, basically it's my comfort zone when talking to individuals of your body type." Draco answers.

"Wait, you've done this before?" Monty is even more shocked to hear that the little derg's done it multiple time.

"Yeah, friends mostly." Draco answers. "It's not a fetish really, just has a more calming effect due to my autism."

"You're autistic?" Monty is surprised to hear that. "You don't really act like one."

"Why, you were expecting the stereo types, are you type of people that likes to use the "R" word?"

"Whoa there kid, I didn't mean anything by it." Monty gestures with both hands to calm Draco done.

"It's not you or me, it's just about the whole community of people with special needs. Ever since I've been diagnosed with autism, my life and views have been different. Just feel like being more defensive and act like punching everyone that blurts out the "R" word." Draco rubs his arms up and down. "This was a bad idea, I shouldn't of gotten into this." Turning around to walk away, Draco is stopped by Monty's hand on his shoulder.

"Hey Draco, it's alright." With both hands, Monty turns Draco and kneels down at him. "I'm sorry for stressing you. Seems I got past your comfort zone and into your danger zone a bit. I've just haven't experienced any of these before and don't know how to deal with it. But hearing you just now made me realize how much you yourself have experienced in trying to adjust with many people. Guess between us I got in deeper into your zone than you have to me. We can still talk Draco, if you feel comfortable being on my belly then I can let you, if you're still up to it?"

"Okay." Draco sniffs, holding back a tear. "Let's talk, Monty."

"Alright, just let me put my cig out then we-." Monty's struggling to find a place to put his cigarette out on, suddenly he feels it pulled out from between his fingers and looks back to Draco.

"Allow me." Draco puts the cigarette out on his thigh, not bothered by the heat of it, tosses the cigarette remains.

"Didn't that hurt?"

"Nah, I've been around forges with bigger flames and red hot metal hotter than a mere cigarette."

"Oh, alright then, up ya go." Monty picks Draco up, laying himself across the grass and lowering Draco onto his big belly. Laying his arms behind his head, Monty watches Draco making himself comfortable. Monty's surprised on how light the little derg is on his belly, yet again his belly's more muscle than fat rather than how it looks. "You comfy up there?"

"Yes, thank you." Draco rest his head on his folded arms. "So why a trucker?"

"Well I wasn't smartest person at school, so college and university was outta my reach. Never liked laying around the same place for long periods of time either. Being a trucker was it's benefits, you get to travel a lot, watch as the places you've been to pass by within seconds. "You don't have to worry about household stuff, if I have an opportunity to stay at a motel I'd take it. If I don't find a place to stay, I'll sleep in my truck, got a bed in there so I get a nice sleep."

"You don't ever think of settling anywhere?" Draco asks.

"Nah, don't bother thinking about that stuff."

"How about on a hot day, what would you do to cool off"?

"Got an inflatable kiddy pool I can inflate. I'll just find a place for where I can chill and relax in without any trouble. Just get my trunks on, fill cool water, bring along some beer and I'll be satisfied until it's time to scat. Sometimes if I'm lucky enough to find a place with no people anywhere, I go commando." Both Monty and Draco laugh at this.

"Well, haha, well have you ever gotten compliments about it?" Draco asks.

"One time yes, a fella said I had good legs. But he was going commando too, little did I realize a nudist camp wasn't far from where I was cooling off at the time." Monty laughs as he slaps his own gut, making it jiggle a bit with Draco on it.

"No no, I didn't mean commando, I meant about your work."

"What of it?" Monty asks, stopped laughing.

"Well have ever been shown gratitude towards your hard long hours of hauling all the shipments across the country?"

"Come to think of it, no." Monty scratches his head on the thought.

"WHAT?! Not ever a "Thank you", "great work" or "excellent"?" Draco asks, holding onto Monty's belly as he leans closer to the lion's head.

"Never."

"Unbelievable." Draco inclines back on top of Monty's belly. "People can be so ungrateful, truckers are so underrated and unappreciated. It's like the same as janitors, courtesy clerks and garbage collectors." Draco feels so sad about this. "You poor thing." Deciding to do what he does best on people's bellies, he begins rubbing Monty's belly.

"Whoa, what's going on here?" Monty asks.

"Trying to make you feel better, do you want me to stop?"

"No, it feels good, keep doing it."

"Of course it does, it's my special tough when it comes to bellies." Draco continues rubbing the lion's belly. Monty closes his eyes as he concentrates on just feeling the soothing rubs from the little derg's hands. Giggling and moaning as Draco rubs and kneads Monty's belly.

"Buarp." A big belch comes out of Monty's mouth, the lion covers his mouth. "Pardon me."

"It's okay, it didn't smell like smoke, trust me." Draco winks and continues his massage. Thirty minutes have elapsed, Draco stop his belly massaging. The little derg stretches across Monty's now firm belly as he yawns. Monty himself yawns as he stretches his arms out.

"Thank you Draco, that was heavenly." Monty compliments about this experience.

"Oh no Monty, thank you."

"What for, I didn't do much?" Monty's confused.

"Oh yes you did and you will keep doing. For all the years you've been driving shipments of goods to all the stores and businesses across this great county. For all the happy people the products are bought by, wither its for needs or wants. To all the other truck drivers that have sacrificed all their time and energy to stay on all the routes and traffic to complete their jobs, thank you Monty." Draco hugs Monty tightly. A tear comes rolling out of Monty's eye, without him noticing, the lion gently hugs the little derg.

"No prob Draco, no prob." Monty felt like crying, but held it back. Gently patting Draco's back as he sniffs his nose.

"Let me tell you something Monty." Draco lets go of Monty as the lion stops hugging him too. "My people have been looking for someone like you." Yawning, Draco rests his head on his folded arms.

"What for?" Monty asks, scratching his belly with one arm.

"Well to interview, they ask me to be on a look out for people that work in underrated feel unappreciated. We invite them to our island, have them stay for a while in exchange for an interview in front of a live audience made up of our citizens. And believe me, they know I'm the best qualified individual for this." Draco closes his eyes.

"Really?"

"Really." Draco yawns. "Sometime when you're able to, I'd invite you to New Eden."

"Well that's very flattering Draco, I don't really know what to say about this. You've could've picked someone else outta millions of truckers in this whole dang country and you chose me. I'm just having to process this, it's just a huge privilege you just offered me, don't you think Draco?" Monty asks but no answer. "Draco?" He hears snoring and realizes that Draco's fallen asleep on his belly. "Awe, ain't this sweet." Gently stroking Draco's head and back a few times, Monty rest his arms behind his head ask he yawns. "Such a nice, cute derg you are Draco." Closing his eyes, Monty snoozes away. Monty's belly slowly rises and descends with Draco on it.

Hope you all like this little story and pic.

Draco belongs to me.

Monty belongs to  Gentlebull.