Broken Secrets Ch. 10

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

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Car had his arm around his girlfriend, on the sofa at their place, relaxing together, when his phone pinged with a new message. And it could only be one dragoness who would be sending him such kinky, delightful things...

Without letting Fyr see the screen (she was half-asleep on him anyway), he peered at the message, the light from the TV reflecting off his muzzle even as it partially illuminated his features. It was late and he didn't expect her to be up too, though Sasha was always on his mind when he wasn't around her, even though Car's attention, quite fairly, should have been on the dragoness he was dating, the one that he was in a relationship with. But just where did his attention lie when he was split between two dragons and two different worlds?

Sasha: I've got something here for you...

He swallowed hard as he read the message, fingers darting across the phone, the touch screen, as Fyr's head slipped down to his chest.

Carenath: Have you opened it yet?

Sasha: No... I want to open it with you.

A picture of a box, so innocuous in brown cardboard, followed. It could have been anything, but the mere sight of that box, containing the very first sex that he would have the chance to use "back there", sent his heart pounding into overdrive.

"Are you okay, Carenath?" Fyr said, lifting her head sleepily from his chest. "I didn't think this movie was that scary..."

It wasn't scary at all, just some kind of thriller, but he pretended to grumble and make a fuss about "not being scared" all the same, pretending that he'd been into it. In all honesty, he had not been all that taken by it, which was funny, considering the name of the movie.

When they retired that evening, he lay awake, his cock in his paw, though he'd rolled onto his side so that his fingers could toy with and play around his tail hole, teasing the sensitive nerve-endings there. He still hadn't told Fyr about wanting that kind of thing and the whole fact about him being bisexual, not sure what her reaction would be. She probably wouldn't have a problem with it, but he'd heard far too many horror stories about those coming out as bi having an even harder time of it than gay guys -- or lesbians for that matter. He didn't have much experience in that matter and he'd much rather keep his maw shut for the sake of a quiet life.

It would come out, all in time, but not that night, not as he slipped a finger into his tail hole, stifling his gasp against the pillow. It was quiet there, too quiet, though Carenath used the steadiness of her sleeping inhales and exhales to hold himself to a pace and a rhythm too.

In...and out. It was easy like that, taking away the pressure of it, for he wanted to be "ready" -- yet how the hell could he be "ready" for something that he'd never done before? No one was ever ready for something like that! He remembered what Sasha had said, however, about it being fun, that it was supposed to be fun, and him taking her under her tail most certainly hadn't seemed to hurt her at all.

The dragon blushed heavily, scales prickling with tell-tale heat. Maybe Sasha would reach around and give him a handjob while she was using the strap-on toy with the harness on him? God, that would be hot...

He didn't know which one Sasha had ultimately ended up buying, because he'd left the bit that would be for her comfort up to her. He didn't want to inadvertently choose something, after all, that would look smoking hot and yet not give her the comfort for the act that she required. He didn't want anything to dig into her hips or even not sit comfortably inside her, like that weird "double-ended" type that slotted inside a dragon's pussy and then curved around to the front like a faux-penis. Car didn't understand that one, but there was still plenty that he could look into regarding what was best there, simply doing his best.

His finger moved about inside him, though he could not find his prostate as he'd read up online. That was frustrating, even if it felt good, Car never quite considering how many sensitive nerve-endings there were around his tail hole. Huffing and puffing as quietly as he could, he focused on the feel of his cock instead, how the skin of his uncut shaft pulled back and forth as he moaned quietly.

Quiet... Yes. He had to be quiet. If he woke Fyr, of course, a quickie in the middle of the night would go down well, but, luckily for him, it was often easy enough for him to sneak around without waking her. Regardless of what she said, she was a terribly deep sleeper, so much so that it had rather caught him by surprise the first few times it had happened that he'd struggled to wake her.

His paw worked over his cock, though he shouldn't have gone as far as to climax, only realising what he was doing when it was too late to hold back. He shot his load into the bed, coating the sheets around his crotch, struggling not to moan, struggling not to curse, struggling not to do anything except to be as quiet as possible. The drake's eyes bulged, wide and glassy, though worry tangled with amusement at what he had done, one finger still, very gently, penetrating his anal ring.

That amusement threatened to bubble up even more as Fyr rolled over, completely out for the count, straight into the wet spot that he had made, the dragoness none the wiser. Car clapped a paw over his snout to stop himself from laughing aloud, though there was nothing he could do about it, hoping that she wouldn't realise what was on her scales before her shower the next morning.

Risky activities, it seemed, played more into his liking than Carenath had previously realised...

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Sasha teased Car all day the following day at work, the drake squirming at his desk. Although he had started off doing basic accounting, he had split his course to investigate computing too, the tech and code writing side especially appealing to him. It was a good thing that that was the sort, of course, he could use to supplement his work in the evenings, learning and throwing himself into studying more so than he had in actual college, though it was a degree too that he would get at the end of it if he continued down that line. He was at a good stage in life to spend some time learning what he wanted to do with his life and he reasoned with himself that the more he learned the better chance he stood later in life. He'd seen a little, though not too much, of how changeable things could be. He always wanted something to fall back on, feeling as if the very ground itself was unsteady under his feet.

Maybe that was something to do with growing up, becoming an adult. Even if he'd been an adult for several years, that did not mean that he was behaving and acting like one. Fyr, in that respect, made him a better drake, made him want to knuckle down and to do it for her, to be the kind of dragon that she would want to be with, well, forever. Sleeping with Sasha complicated that matter further, yet his heart was with both, all in such a way that he could not find suitable words to put to it.

Could he really like them both at the same time?

Carenath: Hey, babe. I'm going to be late tonight, I'm so sorry. Work's gotten busy and I have my course after.

Fyr: Of course, hon -- let me know you get there safe!

She was sweet, so sweet. Maybe Fyr would not have been sweet if she had known that her boyfriend was in fact packing up his stuff at the end of the day to drive over to her mother's house, that he'd fucked her mother in her very own bedroom. Practically every room in the house too, but that was beside the point when it came to the grand scheme of things and what manner of betrayal was truly at play there.

He didn't think of it, however, not as he knocked on Sasha's door before trying the lock; of course, he found it unlocked, the dragoness surely waiting on him inside.

"Sasha? Are you there?"

His heart hammered and Car swallowed, though it was purely as his mouth was on the dry side, nervous anticipation clawing at the pit of his stomach, not due to trepidation of any kind. He wanted it, he knew that much, but the groan that rose forth from the depths of the house didn't quite sound as alluring as he might have liked it to be.

"Up here..."

She sounded weak -- that could not be right. Carenath left his bag and coat in a pile by the door, taking the stairs two at a time as he headed up to see what was wrong, his heart aflutter for very much the wrong reasons that time around.

"Sasha?"

Running water. He paused, pressing lightly on the cracked door of the bathroom, revealing the blue dragoness within looking a little pale about her cheeks, more so than he would have expected. She rinsed her hands off from soap suds, giving him a weaker, more watery smile than usual.

"Hey, hon, sorry about that."

Carenath stepped inside, his paws half-raised, not quite knowing what to do.

"Is something wrong? You don't look right. Do you need to go to the doctor?"

"No, no... No, it's all quite alright, I think I might have eaten something that doesn't agree with me. I've been nauseous at odd times lately. Do you think it might be that new Indian food place that we've been picking up takeaway from?"

Car pursed his lips, his head tilted a little to the side.

"Maybe... Fyr does get a bit sensitive to that too. We should eat something else next time. Or I can cook for both of you using one of the recipes you showed me!"

Sasha smiled, a little more brightly that time.

"That would be nice, hon. Come on, let's go sit down and have a glass of something to relax us."

Car hesitated doubtfully, tail brushing up against her side.

"Sasha, if you're not well, we don't have to do anything either. And should you really be drinking if you're not feeling up to much?"

Sasha laughed and shrugged him off.

"I'm already feeling better, don't worry about me! And there's nothing in the stomach that a little gin and tonic won't settle."

Maybe she was right and maybe she was wrong, but there was not much that he could do with such a strong-minded dragoness. In that way, Fyr reminded him a lot of Sasha, seeing a part of the blue dragoness reflected in what the red dragoness had taken on and learned from her. He couldn't help but admire it, even if he wished too that Sasha would just sit down and rest.

He sorted them drinks in the kitchen, intentionally making her gin and tonic a little shorter and weaker than usual, though the oriental gin and flavouring would cover it up. With a touch of ginger too in the glass, it concealed that there was anything different about it other than a touch of luxury, while he attempted, even if on the slyer side, to help her stomach feel a little better too. His drink was similar, even though he might have preferred a beer. Sasha was even turning him on to some rather nice red wines lately, but he would always have his main preferences, one way or another.

Sasha, however, recovered more quickly than she had thought she would, back to her normal self. There was a sense of relief about her, as if her body had done what it needed to do, though she looked at Carenath with fresh lust in her eyes. She couldn't very well have him over for the evening, after all, without showing him what new toys she had had delivered the day before...

"So, Car..." She purred, wiggling the tip of her tail seductively up against his. "Do you want to see what's in the box?"

He grinned, setting his drink back down on the coffee table after taking a sip, enjoying the flavours bursting on his tongue, tonic water fizzing pleasantly.

"Of course... I've been thinking about it all day. I just wanted to see what you had and how you'd look...you know, in whatever it was that you bought for you, the harness or something."

He fumbled a little with his words, but it was not a time where he had to worry about being prim and eloquent, for he could simply be himself when he was around Sasha, simply who he needed to be and no more than that. She chuckled at his eagerness, though neither would she have denied that she was a little nervous too as she fished up the box from down the side of the sofa.

"Kao's not here, don't worry," she assured him, even as she neatly slit the tape on the box with her claws. "So, we're not going to be disturbed. All is well..."

Carenath knew that all was well and sealed the deal with a kiss, his tongue tangling with hers, tasting her mixed in with the gin, the flavourful pop of it. It was alluring, so much so that he could have borne her back on the sofa and taken her at once -- but that night was very much for a different kind of taking. It was a night for learning and experimentation, something that Carenath did not realise that he had been craving for far, far too long.

They opened the box together, finding it tastefully packed in bubble wrap and tissue paper inside, as if what lay within was supposed to be a gift for both. He liked that, rather a lot, in fact, simply as it was supposed to be a special moment, the kind of time that he would remember forever and reminisce about when he was older. Perhaps not to his children, that was fair, but with his partner, his lover, chuckling about the very first time that he took "something up under his tail".

At least, that was how Car imagined it. He wanted it to be special, even though he knew too that one's first time, regardless of what it was, could not always be perfect. The dragon still hoped it would be, a tiny sliver of the hopeless romantic deep down inside him. Funny how even that could pair up with anal sex with his girlfriend's mother too...

"Oooh, this one looks nice."

Sasha couldn't help but be interested in the toys, not having bought anything new for her personal use for quite some time. There was not much need in that, not when she had Car there with her, holding up a small and tastefully shaped dildo layered with three ridges. It gave the impression that the toy had plate scales, like some dragons did running down their fronts and bellies, allowing for a little extra stimulation without being overly intimidating. Car grunted and shivered, blushing a little.

"It's not that big, I'm sure I could take that one..."

Sasha grinned.

"Oh, don't worry about that -- I made sure everything was prepared!"

She whipped out a giant (at least that's how it looked to Car) tub of lube with a pathetically small nozzle at the top, a pump top that appeared to be able to deliver a tiny amount of the tub at any time. His jaw dropped, giggles rising within him, bubbling up with greater and greater urgency, insisting that he let them out. Yet Sasha shared every last drop of his laughter as if it was something that she had not had for herself in many years, despite having laughed and loved life so much more since seeing Car come into it as he had.

"Alright, alright, maaaaaybe I went a little overboard on the size -- but it was a good deal! I'll use it too!"

Car chortled, wiping tears of relieved mirth from his eyes.

"What, with your giant extra-extra-extra large size queen dildo? God, I'd love to see you take something like that -- but damn!"

Her eyes smouldered, serious through her amusement.

"Oh, honey... That could be arranged. You haven't seen every trick of this dragoness yet."

He squirmed, uncomfortable but in a good way, as if his stomach was being twisted up into knots and released again, all repeatedly, panting lightly as he licked his lips.

"Alright..." Wow, she really knew how to get him hot under the collar, twisting his head back and forth, wishing that he had more of a collar to tug out from his scales. "So... The toys..."

They went through the box, though it was rather a large box for what was actually in there. There were a couple more toys to try out in there, Sasha admitting that she wanted to make sure that they had a nice selection to play with. Three dildos, each a little larger than the last, greeted them, along with a strap-on harness that was like a pair of underwear that Sasha could just slip on and step into, a hole in the front with a ring for the toy. But the final one was the most interesting to him now that he could see it and hold it in his paws.

"Oh... Oh, this might be nice..."

He turned the "feeldoe" over in his paws, the shaft moderate, while the bulb that would sit inside Sasha while in use was a little squishy. It was not perfectly smooth either with little nodules where it would supposedly grind and tease over her clit while in use, a dildo that could be slotted into her pussy and then allowed the shaft to protrude forward before her crotch, like a fake penis.

He shivered, her lips on his neck, tugging, nipping teasing, pulling his scales out lightly from his body. No love bites, there at least, would be left behind, however, not in their need for secrecy and discretion in their liaisons.

They could only do what they could do, sharing a kiss before words could bear to sully the air between them. Their tongues tangled, lusts rising, Car's heart beating so hard and fast against Sasha's chest that she feared, if only briefly, that she had frightened him, that she had sent him tumbling head over heels in a tangle of wings and tail into fear instead of lust.

But, no... No. That would never be so between them, Car's trust shining through in his eyes, breath mixing with hers as he pulled back only enough to murmur.

"Let's take this to the bedroom, shall we?"

"Oh, so suave..."

She took his offered arm gallantly, although they could not walk up the stairs together, their drinks hardly touched and, considering all else that was to come, forgotten for the moment. Truly, they had more interesting things to take their attention at that time and that could not be helped, though there would be hopefully a way to re-mix their drinks so that they would at least be drinkable later, if not...well... It didn't really matter.

They stripped clothes from one another's bodies softly and lovingly, Sasha admiring the shape of his abdominal muscles as she raised his arms over his head to remove his undershirt. The office, he had told her, could be a bit on the nippy side with the air conditioning on, so his button-up shirt was not always enough. She tried only not to show her frustration at having so many layers to strip from him, murmuring softly, her claws tracing down him, following the lines and definition of his muscles.

"God, you are gorgeous, Car..." She growled, lust rising, passion twisting and curling deliciously in the pit of her stomach, though it was only the prelude for something more. "Do you even know how good looking you are?"

"I don't know," he quipped right back at her cheekily. "Maybe you should go ahead and tell me one more time?"

She swatted him, but sex was never meant to be deadly serious all the time, as hot as it could be, for obvious reasons. They could laugh between kisses, giddy on the excitement of trying something new, enjoying the moment exactly as it was presented to them. It didn't have to be anything else and Sasha, perhaps, loved it even more for that, the enjoyment of everything simply cascading over her like a cool shower.

It was refreshing, even more so to kiss Car and let their natural lust rise, his cock swelling with blood and throbbing wantonly. He groaned, on his back, though she rested her pussy over his face, kneeling astride his head facing back down the length of his body, letting him distract himself by eating her out. His muzzle had become a frequent fixture down there of late, though she wanted him to see just how her pussy could stretch around a nice, thick cock too. That couldn't be seen when it was him penetrating her, though Sasha could not have said that there was any desire in her for anyone other than Car. Just the toys, letting him see and experience something kinkier, a little voyeuristic delight.