Flurry and the Dragon

Flurry sat on the dragon's thigh, pouting as she chewed the hay. The entire time, the dragon had kept up his display, and over time, he had regained his erection. Flurry had turned her back to it, and as a result, it was resting on her wings. While she could drop it, if it were not supported, every movement it made would cause it to bob, and she would be smacked by it. As much as holding it in her wings was encouraging him to use it, at least she was able to keep it away from her food.

She did occasionally glance toward his cloacal vent. Being more accustomed to stallions, it was odd to not see the standard sheathing that usually accompanied them. Even more odd, she had noted a distinct lack of something she was used to.

"See something you like?" teased the dragon.

"Nope," answered Flurry. "Where are your testicles?"

"Right where they should be."

Flurry shook her head. "You have no balls."

"Balls? No. Testicles, yes."

"I can't see them; they're so small."

He chuckled a bit. "Well, I suppose I don't need to worry about impregnating you. You have no ovaries."

"What makes you say that?"

"I can't see them."

"That's because they're inside of me, arse!"

The dragon smirked and ran his claw along the flesh below his slit. "Here is where they are, just under these scales."

Flurry folded her front legs. "It's weird."

"No, what's weird is the way stallions carry theirs. Dangling down, just waiting to be smacked around or caught on a tree branch and ripped apart... Honestly, it would be safer to just have them tucked away. And to have their genitals on full display all the time; it's just so vulgar. A little filly going through her first heat, standing in line for cider behind a fully-grown stallion is for sure going to notice. So much classier to just tuck the whole package away."

"Yeah, right," snorted Flurry. "How can you judge the virility of your partner if you can't see their testicles?"

"It's not all about their storage capacity. Believe it or not, most dragonesses are more interested in a mate who can protect the eggs, more so than one who has the best chance of fertilizing them. There is more a problem with rivals smashing eggs than there is with producing offspring. Yes, it's all very brutal."

"And how many eggs have you smashed?"

The smirk drifted from his face to be replaced with disgust. "I am the sole survivor of a clutch of three. My siblings never made it to hatching."

A wave of dread washed over Flurry. To lose a sibling was likely harrowing. To lose two would be twice as striking, and to lose them before they hatched would be even worse. It was nothing but regrets for what might have been. "I'm sorry."

"You couldn't have known," he huffed, lowering himself. It was fun to poke at him when he was being an arse, but to kick him while he was down was not something Flurry could stomach. "It's not something I like to bring up."

The cave was silent for a few minutes. Neither of them moved, and neither of them said a word. They just sat there, their eyes on the ground, breathing and blinking.

It was Flurry that moved next, grabbing him by the shoulder and rolling him onto his back. "I'm not finished," she said, grabbing the white brush as she climbed on top of him. "You went and made yourself dirty. Now you have to be washed again." She began scrubbing away at the mud on his chest. It had dried down to just dirt now. Dirt and dried cum.

He laid back and let her keep scrubbing. It made him feel better to know that she was so gung-ho about this. He certainly wasn't going to stop her from scrubbing away the tension in the room. Perhaps it wasn't going to fix it, but it would at least make them feel better.

It soon became apparent that he was putting the thought out of his mind, as his erection, which had shrunk under the tension, was once again beginning to swell. As she was sitting on his chest with her tail bouncing in his face, he couldn't help it. The rotation of her gyrating hips was hypnotic, and could distract him from his problems.

It wasn't long before his nose pushed against her panties. By now, they were also dry. Holding her back legs still, he took a long, loud, obvious sniff of her crotch.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" scowled Flurry, turning around.

"You missed a spot yesterday," he answered, giving her a lick through the cotton. "You were so involved in cleaning everything else that you missed the most important part."

"What do you mean?" scoffed Flurry. "I cleaned every square centimetre. There isn't a scale on you that doesn't glitter!"

Grabbing Flurry's head, he pressed her nose against the tip of his penis. "If you think it's clean, give it a taste. If you're not sure, give it a sniff. If you can agree that it's filthy, then your time would be better spent scrubbing."

During his speech, Flurry had managed to suck in enough air through her nose to confirm her suspicion. Even though she had cleaned it, it spent the entire night inside of him. A film of sticky sweat rolling dander up into little soft globs was inevitable, in the same vein as wearing a thick sweater and finding lint in one's belly button. Only a thorough cleaning could keep away that stench for more than a few hours.

She pulled away, reaching for a rag. The blue bristles would cause a fair amount of pain, and while the white bristle brush would be fine, it was still a little too coarse. The rag was soft enough to be incapable of damaging him, and the wider surface area led to a faster cleaning.

She started with the tip, then worked her way down. The barbs were far softer than she expected, and going down only helped her to acquire a feel for the unique shape. It even had a few traits that were invisible, that she only found when she applied pressure to certain places. There was a solid structure beneath the skin, almost like cartilage.

Beneath the knot, she pushed his shaft aside to reach the root beneath. This was where the folds of skin that formed the interior of the slit sat when fully exposed, and they needed to be cleaned, too, or all of her washing would be undone in half an hour or so.