Dragoness Sweetness and First Times

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.

All characters are over eighteen and clearly written to be so, as in all of my stories.

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Ember grumbled, the pink dragoness flopping to the ground beside her favourite cherry blossom tree (pink, just like her scales). It was not the sunny day that she had hoped for but a tumultuous, grey sort of day where the clouds scudded across the sky as if they were chasing one another, hasty to arrive in her scope of vision and just as eager to leave.

But it wasn't a normal sort of day as she grumbled and twisted, shifting and adjusting her position constantly. The dragoness' scales changed from pink to a shade of pinkish-yellow for her belly, running down from the top of her throat, though they were still forming their true colour as she became an adult. In terms of even their extend dragon-years, she was an adult, but it took a long time for their scales to settle, shifting between different shades for many years until they finally grew into both themselves and their bodies.

Her wings, however, were already fully-grown and had been for many years, translucent with pink membranes stretched between them, a pair of pale yellow horns pushing back from her skull with a light curve in the middle where they were thicker at the base. Although it was not usual for dragons in her world to adorn themselves, it was not frowned upon either and Ember wore a heavy pendant around her neck, clasped tightly around her throat in gold while the pendant denoted a ruby cut into the shape of a heart.

Groaning, she sat up, scratching the back of her head, paw running down her neck to her chest, toying with that pendant. It hung there as heavily as it always had but something about it that day seemed different, her scales super-sensitive, far more sensitive than they usually were. Why, it was to the point where she wanted, in part, to rip off her necklace and toss it away for the weight of it around her neck was too much to bear, scales crawling and itching no matter how many circles she turned in, tail following behind her with each completion.

"Ergh... What's wrong with me?"

Muttering to herself, she tried shaking herself off, her soft pace across the meadow coming in shorter and sharper strides than usual. She beat her wings but couldn't find the energy to lift herself from the ground, even though she was very capable of taking flight without anything of a running start or a height advantage, like a drop off a handy cliff or something. Every inch of her body ached as she juddered and twisted even as she walked, unable to keep her body straight and constantly turning one way and then the other.

It was not a state that Cynder expected to see her in as her friend stumbled into the crystal cave where she liked to meditate the best, the young adult dragoness slimmer and lither than Ember, who was of a more traditional build for the land in which she called home. Cynder still wasn't convinced that her egg had been cared for by the dragon guardians from the mating of a pair that had lived there, for there was no other dragon there that she had come across that looked like her.

No, she was longer and slimmer, her entire body holding a lanky yet deadly air to it, still growing into herself -- again. Not that most dragons had to grow into their bodies for a second time but she had been escalated to the late stages of maturity by the darkness and Malefor some time back, a part of her life that still lingered on the edges of her consciousness each and every day. That was why she spent so long meditating every morning and evening, taking the careful time to remind herself that she was still "her", still Cynder, even if her crimson underbelly and black scales reminded her of the time that she had become nothing less and nothing more than a monster.

But her friend needed assistance.

"Ember?"

She sat up, shaking off her long, slim tail with the white blade at the tip, still with a notch out of it, her horns itching as if mites were scampering across her scales.

"What's going on? Are you okay?"

It seemed like a silly thing to say when the dragoness, who was about the same age as her, was in such a state of distress, whimpering and twisting, rocking back and forth with her tail even trapped under her body. Whereas that was strange enough, there was a feverish gleam to her eyes and Cynder was quite sure that the pink dragon would have been sweating too if they had been mammalian and possessed the sweat glands to relieve their bodies of excess heat in that manner. As it was, dragons had to hang open their maws if they were too warm and Ember could not even consider closing hers, sprawling out with a whine, tail thrashing restlessly back and forth, back and forth.

Cynder leapt into action, though her reflexes were not what they had been, something cloying and heavy clinging to her, slowing her down. It took her longer than it should have to get Ember sitting up and sipping water from a bowl carved out of a piece of rock, polished smooth throughout many sessions with a grinding stone and, finally, many pieces of moss to bring it to a fine shine and perfect smoothness. It was an implement that Cynder was particularly proud of and it spoke volumes how highly she thought of her friend (and just how concerned she was about her) that she so willingly allowed her to use it. Things like that, things that she could make with her breath abilities and her paws, had become important to her, things that she could do and say: "yes, look here: this is me. This is who I am."

Knowing who she was... That was important. That meant that she'd never go back to who she'd been.

"Ember, can you tell me what's wrong?" She said gently, stroking her friend's cheek with the smooth edge of a claw. "There's got to be something. Flame didn't stir up the chickens again, did he?"

It was not something that would have brought Ember to such a state but remembering the time that the young male dragon, Flame, had let all the chickens out to run amok in Town Square brought a crack of a smile to Ember's face. With that, she found the strength to take a sip of water and then another, leaning heavily into Ember as she could not help but still rock and grind her hind end into the ground.

"Oh... It's so strange..." The words seemed childish and hatchling-like, which she was far from, coming from her lips, but Ember had to get them out anyway, wrestling with how her stomach lurched dramatically. "I don't feel right... I feel all warm...and tingly..."

Cynder blinked, pulling her head back sceptically.

"But it's not even a warm day. Are you sure that's how you feel?"

"Yes!" Ember snapped, tail thumping one of the crystals, a tall section of amethyst that Cynder had found and brought back to her meditation cave. "Of course, I know how I feel!"

"Sheesh, alright..."

Cynder backed off, shaking her head, though she had to admit that something wasn't sitting quite right with her either. The dragoness did not smell as she usually did but Ember was known for trying out new fragrances of her own blends and concoctions (some were more of a miss than a hit), so it wasn't all that strange for her. But as Cynder sucked in careful breath after breath, she was made aware of something heavier, something that clung to her nostrils even as she breathed, trying to worm its way up even more deeply into her senses in a way that, well, simply didn't make sense.

Ember's chest heaved as she studied her but the dragoness was so caught up in her drama and dilemma that she was barely even aware that Cynder was there, nerves driving her to pace back and forth, back and forth. The repetition of her steps and a quick turn at either end of the cave, water pouring down in the back corner to a glistening sparkle of blue crystals lining the base of the crafted pool, was draining to watch, as much as Cynder retreated softly into herself, inviting Ember to do the same in a half-meditative state.

Breathe.

It worked, if only a bit, Ember slowing and glancing at her, though her steps continued. Cynder watched her, allowing her eyelids to grow heavier and heavier, inviting her to join her, a sense of deep calm and relaxation sinking into her muscles, weighing them down. She wanted to bring Ember there with her but no one could be forced into meditation, as beneficial as it could be, her friend panting lightly as her flanks shuddered with anxious breath.

And then Cynder knew, stirring as if from a deep sleep with her eyes open and a line of tension running down her flanks into her hind end, the curve of her glutes and hamstrings tight where they could have been relaxed. For she recognised that scent, even though it was not like her own, and Ember's tail lifting and clamping down, alternating between the two, was a little more of a giveaway. Still, she could not have been sure until the pink dragoness paused by the wall of the cave, backing up and, seemingly subtly, grinding back against the crystals, breath catching as her body bid her to put pressure on the softness that lay under her tail. She surely would not have done it if she'd realised what was wrong with her or that Cynder knew what she was doing but it was just the clue that Cynder needed as she nodded decisively.

Poor Ember...

"Oh... Ember." Cynder shook her tail, the tip of her tail flicking back and forth, denoting her amusement even though there was nothing really all that funny about it at all. "I think I know what's wrong with you..."

"Yes? You do?" Ember spat the words out as if they left a foul taste in her mouth, though Cynder could no longer take it all that personally as she paced anxiously back and forth. "Well, spit it out then! I can't wait to hear what you have to say!"

Her words may have been barbed but they were only so as the young dragoness didn't yet know what was happening to her, though Cynder had had the fortunate misfortune of already being in her position before, if only once. She'd secluded herself away in the cave for days on end when that had happened and both Spyro and Ignatius had been quite concerned about her, though she had kept them well away, fearing that they would smell her there, that they would know. Of course, there was nothing at all embarrassing about the condition that had afflicted her back then but there was yet to be an elder, female dragon to show her the ways of dragoness-hood and, thus, she'd had to work things out for herself in the interim.

But maybe she could make things a little easier for Ember through the heat of her own experience.

"Ember..." She tried to be as gentle as possible as her smirk pulled at her lips, tugging them up as much as she strove to hide it. "Ember, you're in heat."

The pink dragoness blinked at her.

"What? Like a deer?"

That did it for her: Cynder could not help but laugh out loud, a gust of wind bursting from her lips as one of her breath abilities made itself known too, blasting Ember in the face. If the pink dragoness had been snappy and antsy before, she was practically apoplectic as she righted herself, tousled and glaring, tail thrashing and nearly cracking into the crystals that Cynder had worked so hard to collect and curate. It was only the other dragoness rushing in that stopped Ember from destroying a particularly rare piece of larimar, though she was sure that her friend wouldn't have meant it when the fervent itching in her scales came down at least a little bit.

"Ember!"

"Would you get off me?" Ember thundered -- as well as a pretty pink dragoness could thunder, that was. "Honestly, Cynder -- this is silly! We won't mature in that way for many years, not even as we're adults now! That doesn't matter!"

Cynder, however, was steadfast, blocking Ember from leaving with her tail.

"Oh, yes? Then, tell me, how does this feel?"

As she spoke, she dragged her tail around Ember's hindquarters, the dragoness shivering, but that was not the crux of it as she teased the slender length under her friend's tail, seeking out what lay at the very base of it. Where there was an anal ring tucked up high, there was the plush vent that Cynder had expected to find too, plumped up and flush full of blood with the lips ever so slightly parted. And if Ember had had any doubts about how good another dragoness pressed up against her had felt, even when it was just Cynder's tail, the stroke of that flexible appendage across her needy folds sealed the deal for her, bringing the luscious rise of a full-throated moan to her lips.

"Ohhhh... Oh. I see..."

Ember blushed furiously, her anger dissipating, though it was not the time to feel guilt over her behaviour and Cynder had such a kind, knowing, look in her eye that it would have been too far to throw herself on the ground and grovel. Not that she was bad at grovelling but, well, maybe that should come later. Exercising as much decorum as she could, Ember cleared her throat, a deeper shade of pink crawling down the scales of her neck, pressing up against the underside of her scales as if there was something heated, a monster within, that ached to blaze through.

"So..." She said, processing the words with some difficulty, wrapping her tongue around each one. "What do you do then, when you're in heat? You must... I guess... You must know what it's like, if you knew? Right?"

Cynder chuckled faintly and shook her head, though she was not denying Ember's claim.

"Yes, that's right. It wasn't too long back but it must have been on the end of mating season for dragons that I matured there, so I didn't have to deal with it for a while afterwards -- still not now. As the days grow longer, it seems that our bodies prime themselves to mate and then grow dormant over winter. It is more than a little inconvenient."

Ember nodded, rattling and tapping her claws against the stone cave floor.

"What do you do though? There has to be something to make this itch go away, right?"

Cynder started at her, raising the ridges of her brows incredulously.

"Well, yes, there is, but I didn't think you thought about Spyro in that way anymore..."

"What -- no! No! By the dragon above -- no!"

That, at least, had Ember laughing, breaking the tension, though everyone knew that they had both had a thing for Spyro in their younger days. He'd grown up a lot though and was far more interested in learning magic those days, delving into the arts of what it meant to be a dragon, much less a purple dragon, in their time and age. Where he had a lot to learn, that had left them devoid of attention and making up their own games and adventures, exploring where time took them. The lack of an elder female dragon too had had more implications on them than they realised, but some of that would only come to light in later times and years. It was a good thing, however, that they were not alone, despite how times had changed, the world still in a state of flux after all that had happened, challenging their views and their adaptability.

Maybe that was why they had broken into a bodily cycle of breeding as such young adults too. But there was no one that they could ask about that.

"So..." Ember said, rubbing her cheek, the giggles still layering her lungs, threatening to send her off into further peals of mirth. "What do you do then, when you're like this? What happens? I don't think Spyro or Flame have shown any interest at all in us like that..."

There was an edge of disappointment in her tone but, for the moment, Cynder chose to ignore it. She'd just be glad that they had each other rather than dwell worrying about the mad antics of the boys and all the trouble they got themselves into.

"Well, there are other things too," Cynder said, tapping a claw thoughtfully on her chin. "You can't just go through this for a week without getting some relief -- that's like a really good feeling that goes through you after you have had what you need in that way. I don't understand it enough to talk about it, but I can show you, if you like?"

It should have been something more embarrassing than it was but Cynder had had her fair share of embarrassment in the world in times before and it no longer seemed all that much of a stretch to help out a friend, regardless of what it revealed about her. Ember nodded quietly, appearing so small and withdrawn that Cynder's heart could not help but to go out to her, and the black dragoness was twisting around, sliding her head back to her tail before her mind caught up with what her body was leaping into action to complete.

"What are you doing?"

But it was easier for Cynder to show her rather than to explain everything to her, a strange little tingle of excitement prickling at her scales. She arched back demonstrating her flexibility, though it was still not all that easy for her tongue reach the slit of her folds, containing her pussy and a throbbing nub that, before, had made her mind burst and ricochet through with untold ecstasy. It was that sensation that she sought to describe to Ember, what released just a little bit of the tightness in her groin, though the tease of her tongue against her slit, which was ever so slightly flushed and swollen even then, was almost enough to make even that mission slip from her mind.

She was as sweetly tart as she'd ever been before and Cynder had to swallow a moan as she licked deeper, delving into her pussy in a way that she had not done for months. Her slit closed softly around her tongue as if welcoming her back and she teased within, wriggling the appendage around, trying to show Ember what she had to do. The other dragoness had to see to know how to relieve herself, although even Cynder admitted that it still seemed a rather unusual thing to have to do to oneself. Still, it felt good and she slurped up into herself, blushing at the noise, though it was all well and good, surely, just another way that she could show Ember how to relieve her need. It may have been strange but all dragonesses must have done it, the lack of a male not hindering them in the slightest.

"Cynder -- I can't do that!"

"Huh?"

Blushing furiously, Cynder jerked away, though tried to retain the air of a teacher, regardless of how she less than discreetly fanned her wings out, cooling her body however she could. She'd gotten carried away but she tried to play it off as she licked her juices off her muzzle, shaking her head.

"It's not that hard," she started to say but was drawn up short with a snort as Ember twisted.

Whereas Cynder was rather lithe and flexible, the same could not be said about Ember, the dragoness thicker than she was but not exactly curvy at such a time. Maybe she would become so in future years but she could not twist around anywhere near as far as Cynder could, her tail waving frantically, tongue sticking out as she helplessly and hopelessly tried to work her way around.

"It doesn't work!"

Stifling her giggles with a paw over her lips, Cynder's slit drooled a little moisture. That was not the problem, however. The problem was just how delightful Ember's flushed little virgin slit looked, though not even Cynder could have explained just why she thought about it in that way, licking her lips under the cover of her paw. It must have raised the same weird need in her as seeing a piece of fruit dripping with sweet juices did, salivating at the thought, a weird quirk of her psyche that popped up at the most inopportune of moments. But Cynder was good at controlling that.

Or so she thought.

For she had an idea and it was difficult to tell just where that idea had come from in the glimmering comfort of her meditation chamber, tail flicking anxiously, lines of tension stiffening her muscles where she strove to relax. Without truly thinking it through, for that was not the way to go, she rose to her feet, untwisting, tail dragging behind with her vent drooling, need teasing through her body.