Flurry and the Dragon

It wasn't easy, but after a few hours, Flurry had managed to dust every single coin, sort out the gemstones, and even remove some of the dust from the boxes. The entire time, the dragon had been leering at her, licking his teeth every time she moved to a position where he could see her panties. She usually enjoyed teasing stallions, but it was different when they were wanting to be teased. It wasn't as much fun if they were into it.

"You dust very inefficiently," he chuckled as she turned around, finished. "You must have been ridiculously bored if you wanted to do it that way."

Flurry put her hooves on her hips. "And I suppose you have a better way of doing it?"

"Much," replied the dragon. "But you wouldn't be interested in seeing that."

"And who are you to say what I would and would not be interested in seeing?"

The dragon smirked again. "Close your eyes."

Flurry did so. A few seconds later, a rush of wind rushed through the room, kicking up all of the dust that she had taken the time to brush into neat little piles. It came in waves, as if he were flapping his wings.

When it settled down, she opened her eyes. The coins, while no longer neatly stacked, were free of dust, as were the gemstones. The dragon folded his wings and smirked at her. "See how fast and easy? There's not even any debris. Your method was inefficient."

Flurry shook her mane, and a cloud of dust settled at her hooves. It had been stuck in her mane and tail, and also coated her dress. "No debris, huh?"

The dragon shrugged. "First time for everything."

"These clothes are filthy."

"You can take them off, if you like. That's always been an option."

Flurry sighed and began slipping out of the dress.

"Still so inefficient," grunted the dragon. "Can't you do things any faster?"

To spite him, Flurry slowed down, peeling the fabric away from her skin as slowly as she could. The zipper on the back clicked down tooth by tooth, and the sleeves cascaded off her shoulders. Finally, her skirt slipped down her hips, swaying back and forth as her tail slipped through...

It was only now that she realized what had happened. "You dirty lech!" she called out, turning to face him. "I'm not stripping for you!"

"Why not?" he chuckled. "You're already mostly done. Just slide gently out of those cute little panties, and you'll be stripped down to just skin."

"No," scowled Flurry. "Those are staying on!"

"Suit yourself," shrugged the dragon. "Suit yourself in whatever clothes you brought with you."

Flurry cursed herself. She hadn't brought any clothing on this trip. It wasn't a fancy dress ball, just a casual visit. She was only going to be away for the weekend. Then again, if she had brought any clothing, it would have been in the carriage he'd chucked off the side of the mountain. Even a smart pantsuit in her luggage wouldn't be able to save her now.

Folding her legs, she sat down against the wall again, just scowling at him. It didn't seem to bother him, as he busied himself by scraping his claws against each other, cleaning and sharpening them.

It took all of five minutes for Flurry to realize once again how bored she was and let out a sigh of discontentment.

"This is going to be a long week if you keep losing interest," snorted the dragon. "Shall I find something else to occupy your time?"

"Not if you're just going to trick me again."

"No tricks this time. Full honesty."

"What's your full name, then?"

"It's what my parents call me when they're angry."

"That's not right..."

The dragon raised an eyebrow. "You've met my parents? You were there when I was growing up?"

"No."

"Then you have every reason to believe that what I said is true."

"That's not what I meant, though."

"Then you should say what you mean."

"I do! At least, I mean what I say. That's the same thing!"

"Not the same thing at all. You may as well be proclaiming that "all albatrosses are birds" is the same as "all birds are albatrosses." The bunny ran around the tree, the tree did not run around the bunny."

Flurry grunted in exasperation. "You're not telling me the whole truth!"

"I never said that I would. I merely implied that all words I spoke would be honest. That's why, in your courts, you are sworn to tell, and I quote, "the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth." I have only selected the latter. It's more fun that way."

Flurry sighed and rubbed her face. "Fine. What did you want me to do?"

From the box that had supplied the maid outfit, the dragon pulled a scrub brush. It looked new, with blue nylon bristles. There was also a white one, also with nylon bristles. "The blue is for the harder, coarser layer," he said, holding them out to her. "It's a medium bristle. The white is soft for more sensitive areas."

"More sensitive areas of what?" Flurry asked, picking up one in either hoof.

The dragon dropped a bucket of soapy water next to his shoulders. "Of me."

Flurry's face clearly displayed her disapproval. "You want me to give you a bath?"

"I can give myself a bath, if you prefer. In the meantime, you can sit in the corner, making no noise and not moving. I'm sure waiting patiently is going to cure your boredom."

Flurry growled and dropped both brushes into the soapy water, then brought the blue one with her to scrub with. She climbed on his back, scrubbing first between his wings. He wasn't caked in grime, in fact he seemed to have taken a dip recently to clean himself of any detritus. Most of what she was removing was from the dust he'd kicked up with his wings. Rather than truly cleaning him, she was doing much more to massage him at a surface level. This was only confirmed by his mild purring in pleasure.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

He let out a laugh. "Would I really suggest this if I knew I was going to hate it? Keep scrubbing, I'm loving this!"