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The skywhale was rocketing towards the Faithful's broadside like a battering ram, only twice as big around as the ship she was standing on. There was screaming and panic, but strong arms had wrapped around her sides. The much larger body pressed against hers as they fell, but a pair of wings moved around to greatly soften the blow as the massive snout of the huge beast rammed into the side of the small ship.

Diane lost her balance, but Windy kept her from falling on her face, holding her safely in his arms and wings. She felt his chest against her back and his arms holding her around the middle. In that brief moment, her breath had caught in her throat, her body tensing in fear. The floor had gone nearly sideways, but she was safe. Windy held her fast until the deck leveled out, before he loosened his grip, but still supported her shoulders as he looked around behind him as the giant, flying monster swung around for another pass.

"Are you alright?" asked the canine, looking down at her with concern in those dark blue eyes. She looked up at them, her throat dry. His body was still close, she could still feel his warmth, the comfort he gave. The labrador nodded, biting her lip, and Windy smiled, reaching up to brush a lock of hair out of her face. "I'm glad." The sounds around them ceased, the hand on her shoulder lowered to the curve of her back.

The palm near her cheek pressed against her jawline, fingers curling at the back of her head. Diane lifted her chin as Windthor leaned in, and gently touched his nose against hers. "I'd hate for anything to happen to you." Diane's breathing quickened and she reached up, sliding her fingers behind Windy's head to brace upon his neck. Slowly, the larger dog lowered her to the wooden deck until she was laying on her back. The hand on her back came around to her belly, fingers trailing downwards. Her back arched as the hybrid's fingers poked against the waistband of her trousers, her fingers on Windthor's neck curling inwards to grip his thick fur.

Diane took in a deep, shuddering breath as her legs closed over her own fingers, thighs quivering around the digits as her teeth bit down on her own pillow. Blearily, her eyes opened, somewhat out of focus and her head light. Her chest rose and fell with her deep breath, her blanket baring it to the empty room. Diane groaned, rolling onto her back to face the ceiling, and drew her hand up from beneath the blanket to glance sidelong at her sticky fingers.

That dream again.

It had been a long time, since she'd had that one. Diane contemplated the bridge of fluids between her index and middle fingers for a few more moments before taking a deep breath and moving her slightly-unsteady legs to the edge of her bed. With a soft grunt, she stood, holding her arm out for a second as her quivering knees slowly settled and allowed her weight upon them.

All things considered, Diane thought as she picked up her metal arm to fit it on the stump where her right hand used to be, wet dreams about Windy are better than the alternative. I could live with having more of those. Forcing the thought about spindly white creatures and her arm falling to the ground out of her mind, Diane grimaced as she tested the joints of the metal hand, rolling the wrist and flexing the fingers.

Everything operational.

It had taken some getting used to, but the hand had become a good replacement for the one she'd lost. Not perfect, of course, but it served its various purposes, such as pulling her boots on, fastening her gun belt, and clipping the sheath of her sword on her hip. Pulling her hair back in a ponytail, Diane stopped in front of a window, peering outside of it with a tilt of her head. It was still early-dawn, the sun just creeping up over the horizon.

"Must've gotten a good sleep," muttered the canine, turning to exit her bedroom and face the outside world. "Fer once."

It hadn't been a perfectly restful night, for obvious reasons, but Diane was soon walking down the street for the smithy that Fiona had taken an apprenticeship in. The short but spunky rabbit was beating a slab of brightly-glowing metal into submission, her leather apron catching much of the sparks as they flew off from the blows of her metal hammer. It appeared that she was making a knife, the blade on one side. Diane kept her distance, waiting for the hot metal to stop flying around.

After a minute, Fi lifted the still-hot metal up, frowning at the blade she'd tapped into existence before turning to the forge. She stuffed it into the coal fire, then moved around to the bellows, grasping the handle and pumping it up and down to blow air into the forge from below and heat the metal back to temperature.

Fi jumped, apparently having only just noticed Diane's presence, and she smiled, lifting one gloved hand. "Hey, Di!" she called, letting the bellows rise back up and stepping away from the forge. The rabbit pulled off her apron and tossed it onto the anvil as she stepped to her friend, hands on her hips. "Sleep well?"

"Better than usual," Diane replied, glancing over to the cooling forge. "Y'sure that's alright to leave that goin'?" Fiona shrugged.

"Honestly, I wasn't doing too well on it, so if leaving it in the coal fucks it up, I'm not gonna bitch too much about it." The rabbit glanced down at Diane's hand, then back up again. "So, no bad dreams?"

"Aye, can't complain 'bout this one. 'Cept it ended too soon, I guess." Fiona's ears perked up, and she took the time to pull off her gloves, inclining her head to a nearby table. Diane padded over towards it as Fiona made to make some coffee. "It was about Windy."

Fiona paused as she picked up two mugs, ears swiveling a little bit before she looked over. "The one where he ravishes you on the deck of a ship?"

"He don't ravish me, Fi. The dream always ends before the good part." The rabbit rolled her eyes, placing Diane's coffee in front of her. "Or rather, I wake myself up." It was easy to talk to Fi about stuff like this. She tended to understand.

"Did you ever tell Windy about it?" she asked. Diane bit her lip, squirming a little on her chair. "You did? What'd he think about your wet dreams?"

"I never gave details!" Diane hissed, glancing at the street outside. "But he... Y'know, said he was flattered, looked pretty pleased about it."

"I bet he was. You ever act on it?"

"Nah, thought about it a lot, though."

"Obviously."

"Wha's that s'posed to mean?"

Fiona lifted her eyebrows, as though Diane had just asked a really stupid question. "Diane, the only thing thirstier than you is a desert plant." The rabbit punched Diane playfully in the arm, causing the labrador to flinch and wince. It was hard to get used to Fiona's friendliness. "You want him, and I'll bet he wants you right back."

Diane rubbed her shoulder, looking down at her coffee. "I dunno, I'm afraid it'll just be awkward if I bring it up again."

"Of course it'll be fucking awkward. Sex is awkward, and weird. Why do you think people usually fuck in the dark?" Diane snorted into her coffee, shaking her head. "Hell, the first time Windy and I had sex, it was in an alleyway, with people in the building next to us. I was a lot bitchier back then, too, so he didn't have a lot of patience for my bullshit."

"Aye? Bitchier than y'are now?" asked the labrador with a smirk.

"Yeah, imagine that shit. So, don't worry about it." Fiona rolled her right shoulder, smiling at her friend. "Look, just talk to him next time you see him. I'll bet you anything he'll be down for it, as long as you're not looking for, like... A relationship."

"What d'you mean?"

"Y'know, something serious and exclusive. Had his heart broken too many times or something like that. Never bothered me, much, but I'm the friends-with-benefits kinda girl." Diane tilted her head to one side, wondering idly of how many relationships had gone badly for Windy that he didn't want another one. "And anyway, the only reason he wouldn't sleep with you if you asked would be if he shows up with both of his legs broken." The rabbit lifted her coffee, though paused halfway to her lips. "Which... Is actually likely? He's known to be a noble idiot. Not that it'd stop him--"

"A noble idiot?" Both girls jumped in surprise, looking around at none other than Windthor Pryas himself, leaning casually against the outside wall, his legs quite intact. "My ears were burning on the way here, thought that was just the sun beating down." Fiona snorted, while Diane felt the blood drain from her face. How much had he heard? Damn it, she knew she should have gone to the cafe.

Fiona had stood up, moving around to hug Windy around his broad chest, Diane coming shortly after to join her, both of the girls squeezing him. "Windy!" said Fi, before she drew back and punched the hybrid upon one broad shoulder. "The fuck have you been?"

"Busy," was his answer, smiling sheepishly as he brushed his fingers between the girls' ears. As Diane stepped back as well, she noticed that Windy wasn't wearing a shirt. Sure, the leather strap that held his claymore on his back was across his chest, but it didn't hide his muscles, or the three scars on his stomach. "Got a little intense, but I made it. How're you two?"

"Can't complain," said Diane, shrugging her shoulders. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Fiona glance in her direction as Windy looked over to the forge.

"Are you supposed to leave metal in there like that?" he asked, taking a step or two towards it. While he was distracted, Fiona, raised her eyebrows pointedly, gesturing at the hybrid's back. Diane spread her mismatched hands, her shoulders bunching up. The rabbit's lips thinned and she adopted an exasperated expression, gesturing more firmly. The labrador kept shrugging, her expression falling into desperate helplessness.

Windy turned just as the two ladies' silent argument ended and they smiled innocently at him. "I dunno," said Diane, turning to Fiona. "I was wonderin' that when I got here."

The rabbit rolled her eyes. "It's fine. I'm almost certain the blade'll be shit anyway, so if it snaps in half, all the better." With a shrug, Fiona stepped past Windy, elbowing him in the belly. The inscrutable look she gave him when he met her eyes had been so brief that Diane was uncertain as to if she'd imagined it or not, but both Fi and Windy looked at Diane before the rabbit turned to walk over to the forge.

"Well, I just wanted to stop by and say hi, heh," said Windy, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. "Was probably gonna go to the forest and take a walk. I only just got in last night, figured I might need to exercise some excess energy out." With Windy's back to her, Fiona took the time to gesture in his general direction for Diane, as though telling her that this was the perfect opening. "Don't let me keep y'all." The hybrid rolled his shoulders and adjusted his hat, inclining his head before turning away.

After he'd taken about ten paces in the opposite direction, Fi strode over to Di, who was watching Windy go. "You're really gonna let that opportunity go completely to waste?" asked the rabbit quietly so Windy couldn't hear, and Diane turned, meeting Fiona's gaze. "Di, come the fuck on. You're looking at him like you've not eaten in a week and he's a steak. You want him, right?"

Diane bit her lip, her breathing going shallow and fast as the memory of last night's dream came to her mind. After just another moment, she moved in the hybrid's direction, but faced Fiona to point at her friend. "Yer a bad influence."

"I'm the best bad influence," Fiona corrected, giving Diane a two-fingered salute with a grin. "Enjoy yourself! And tell me about it afterwards!"

Diane didn't respond to that one as she turned and jogged after Windy, who looked around at the sound of her footsteps. "Y'mind if I join ya?" she asked, panting softly and smiling up at him. "Figured I could use the fresh air."

"Nah, I'd like the company," Windy responded with a smile, his white tail swishing happily back and forth as they fell into step next to one another.

The walk to the forest was filled with comfortable silence, other than one of them occasionally pointing something out, or commenting idly on one thing or another. Once they moved past the treeline along the trail, Diane drew a little closer to the hybrid. It was an automatic action, but Windy had taken note of it all the same, moving his larger body in towards hers as well to close the distance so that she would be easier to protect, should something happen.

But, it was quiet and peaceful save for the twittering of birds and the sound of water from a nearby stream. It was just getting into springtime, and the sky was mostly-clear, with the occasional cloud casting a shadow on the ground. Winter's chill was lingering, but Windy gave off a lot of warmth from this short distance, a few feet to her left. Diane glanced over, spotting the hybrid's hand and watching its progress as it swung idly back and forth. He hadn't put on his gauntlets, leaving his hands bare, but he was wearing a pair of armored bracers that went along his forearms from wrists to elbows.

"You okay?" asked Windy after a few more minutes of silence as they stepped around a bend in the forest trail. "You seem a little distracted."

Diane glanced up at him, blinking, then bit her lip. "Aye, I am, a li'l bit," she admitted. "Had a dream last night, been thinkin' about it all mornin'." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Windy's head tilt down as he looked at her metal hand. "Nah, not that one. A different one. I told ya about it awhile ago, remember? It was... About you."

"Oh, that one. I remember." Windy and Diane walked for a little longer, the silence seeming to grow more dense as they went. After another minute of their footsteps crunching on dirt and twigs, Windy broke the silence again. "Did you... Uh." He looked a little flustered as he glanced sidelong at Diane, whose lip seemed to be taking residence between her teeth again. "Did you wanna talk about it?" he asked tentatively.

Diane took a breath of the forest air, slightly salty from the sea in the distance, before she paused near the trunk of an oak tree, reaching out to place her metal hand against the bark. Windthor stopped after a few more paces, turning so that he was facing her. Fiona's words of encouragement came back into Diane's mind: "You want him, and I'll bet he wants you right back."

"...Did I ever tell ya the dream ends at the good part?" Diane asked, turning to look Windy in the eye. He was leaning forward just enough so that they were eye-level, watching her, though at that question, the fur on his cheeks bristled, the insides of his ears flushing pink. "I dreamt ya layin' me down, gentle as ya please. Everything around us has gone all quiet. All I see is you, and the sunset behind ya. Ya bump yer nose 'gainst mine and tell me yer glad I'm alright. It was right after the whale hit the ship."

"When the ship tipped and you fell over," said Windthor, his voice soft as he drew in a little closer. Diane turned to face him, her back to the tree.

"Aye. Th-then ya... Ya touch my face." She reached out, and Windy extended his hand, allowing her to grasp it and lift it to her face. His palm came to rest upon her cheek at her guidance, and she nestled against his warm, soft fingers. Di, still not looking from Windy's eyes, reached to take his other arm. "I feel your other hand, it's here, on my back." She moved it around her body so that Windthor had to draw within inches of her. Automatically, it seemed, he leaned in to bump her nose with his own.

Diane closed her eyes, squeezing the hand on her face. "You're making it sound like a romance novel," he commented, and she had to snort.

"I, ah... I can't read, so I wouldn't know nothin' about that. And anyway, it... It always ends too soon." She pushed his hand on her waist around, his fingers resting on the curve of her hip. Her throat had gone dry as she gazed up at his dark blue eyes. "Ya put yer hand on my belly. It goes... Down." He moved his own hand this time, hers merely a passenger as his fingers slide along her belt. But, when he turned his hand at the wrist so that his fingers were pointing downwards, she gave his forearm a squeeze. "I wake up at this part. Or rather, I... I wake myself up. That's where the dream stopped this mornin'."

Windthor seemed to be struggling, his brows contracted. "Diane, if... If you're looking for something like your dream where it's... Just us, and happy and together, I... I don't think--"

"I'm not lookin' for nothin' like that," she interrupted quickly. Already she felt her confidence waning, and her words came out in a swift stream. "Fi told me y'don't want a lover, and I'm fine with that, I promise. I just... I just wanna see how the dream ends. I'm tired of it endin' at the good part, I'm tired of wakin' myself up with sticky fingers and feelin' unsatisfied. It don't have to mean nothin'."

At first Windy had looked surprised, but his face soon relaxed. "It won't mean nothing," he said, then amended, "as in, it'll mean something." Diane had to laugh again. Typical of her friends to throw her phrasing back at her. Windy bumped his nose against hers for the second time, smiling that kind smile. "The fact that you trust in me enough for something like this is something I'll cherish."

"Now who sounds like a romance novel?" asked Diane softly, her tail gently thumping against the trunk of the tree behind her. Windy snickered, bobbing his head down for a second, his eyes briefly obscured by the bill of his hat, before he came in close. Their chests met, his nose bumping against Diane's chin.

Windy's hand turned and moved up, going under the hem of her jacket, though he ran his fingers through the fur on her side to her back. She arched up against him, her breath catching in her throat as his hot breath puffed out upon it. Her eyes closed, and her own hands moved around his back, up as far as she could reach to grasp upon the joints of his wings.

His lips pressed just to the left of her throat, trailing kisses along that direction until his snout nestled into the base of her neck. Diane gasped and she craned her neck to the side as his lips parted, and his tongue trailed out, only for his teeth to comb through her fur, sharp canines barely tickling against her flesh. The hybrid leaned back, and Diane met his gaze. Her head felt light, and comfortably fuzzy as she watched his face, her eyes half-lidded.

Windy rolled his hips forward, and something warm pushed very gently against her upper thigh. Diane took in a little gasp, looking down. Yep, that was the front of his trousers, pressing right up against her. As he pulled his hips back, she could still feel the warmth coming off of the frankly quite impressive bulge. Her bottom lip returned to its usual place between her teeth and she looked up.

Their noses an inch apart, Diane and Windy stared at one another, her breath quick and shallow that made her breasts bounce slightly in the rapid movements. His breath was slow and deep, broad chest rising and falling almost methodically as he wet his lips. Diane glanced down again.

Yep, it was still there.

A sudden decision came to her mind, and she moved out from in front of Windy, holding his wrist. "C'mon, let's get somewhere we ain't gonna get discovered." The hybrid took a second to glance back at the road before complying with her lead. He was clearly a little giddy, and the mirth was infectious. Unless this was just another, very extensive dream - and if she woke up at any point during the next little while, she was going to be pissed - Diane was finally about to get some closure.

"Gotta say, I'm happy to see you've gained some confidence," Windy said as he followed in Diane's wake through the trees.

"I blame Fi. She's a bad influence on my innocence." They shared a laugh before coming into a small clearing, the stream Diane had heard cutting through the earth in a gentle curve. There was a wide, but mostly-flat boulder sitting at its bank that diane could lay on if the need arose, which now she thought about it, was likely. "This is good," she breathed, turning back to Windy, who smiled as he unclipped his sword from his back, resting it against the boulder. His hat followed, hanging off the pommel as though it were a rack. "It ain't the deck of a ship at sunset, but--"

"But the grass'll probably be a lot more comfortable, heh," Windy supplied with a soft laugh, drawing in close. Diane quickly removed her own gear, placing the belt that held her flintlock and sword on the nearby boulder before Windy gently grasped her wrists and dipped his head down so that he was looking her in the eye. "Tell me how it goes again." A lock of his long hair fell, and she watched it sway back and forth between his eyes for a moment.

Diane's breathing went shallow again, her pulse skyrocketing as he dragged his fingers up along her arms to her shoulders. "We end up on the ground," she said, bending her knees. The hybrid stooped to catch her on the small of her back as Diane leaned backwards from him, as though they were dancing ballet. "I'm sittin' here, like this--" Her rump came to rest on the slightly-damp morning grass, Windy kneeling slightly to her right. "A-and ya... Ya move in close." One of his knees came to rest on the grass, and his hand moved up, palm supporting her chin as his fingers curled against her jawline. Diane braced the heel of her own hand on the ground, adjusting slightly so that she wasn't leaning on a small, sharp pebble.

Windy shifted the hand on her back so that he was holding her waist, and her free hand, the metal one, came up to hook onto the back of his neck. "And then?" he prompted her, slowly bending down to bump his nose against hers.

"Th-then I... Ya lower me down on my back, and your h-hand--" Her breath caught in her throat as her shoulders came to rest on the grass, and his large, warm hand moved around to her belly. Instead of going down immediately, he pushed his fingers under her jacket, palm resting over her navel. "Y-you..." The anticipation was making her incomprehensible, and there was a small part of her that was almost certain this was, in fact, a dream, so she hesitated, fearing the moment his fingers poke at her waistband.

"Up or down?" asked Windy's voice as she closed her eyes. He knew, he had to have known. She'd literally told him minutes ago what happened in her dream. Did he also know, or more likely guess, what she might have been thinking?

"...Up," she said, and after a moment, Windy complied, his fingers combing through the fur on her belly. Under her jacket, his hand moved to support the underside of Diane's left breast, and she gasped. Windy's fingers curled in along the curve of the mound before his palm lifted and rose, the softness of his fingers moving to the front. His two middle fingers caught her nipple between them, making Diane squirm under his touch.

Diane's eyes opened and she looked up at her friend, letting out a soft, breathless moan. "Windy..." However, her eyes fell again to the front of his trousers. She could almost hear the seams of the garments straining. Glancing briefly up at his face, she removed her metal hand from the back of his neck, instead reaching under Windy's arm. He blinked in surprise, but didn't stop her, pulling his hand from her face and leaning back. Both of his knees rested upon the ground now, but he didn't stop caressing her chest.

In fact, while she worked to tug at his waistband, he made to unfasten her jacket and let it fall open. One of the flaps of her jacket remained on her chest, but the other fell to the side so that he still had access to her breast, fingers squeezing it and palm rolling it around in a small circle. His thumb lifted, the pad pressing tenderly against the pink, sensitive flesh.

While that was somewhat distracting, Diane didn't look away from her task, her metal hand tugging at the waistband of his trousers with no small amount of impatience. She could see red flesh as his trousers came down, little by little, contrasting with the near-complete white of his fur. But, she was pulling at the wrong angle, and the tightness of his trousers didn't help, so it was slow-going. Taking pity on her, Windy used his free hand to reach under his own waistband, hooked his fingers under the base of the red shaft, and lifted it up and out from under his trousers.

It was still a bit soft, but that was changing quickly, rising up the longer she looked at it. "Is it everything you dreamed about?" he asked, his tone teasing. Diane looked up at his face, her bottom lip more or less a permanent fixture between her teeth again. As gently as possible, she grasped the base of the red cock, lifting it up so that it was pointing at the sky. Now that she could see the true length, her thighs pressed together, knees rubbing up and down.

Fi didn't warn her about this detail, but then again Di didn't really ask about it, either.

"Honestly, I fantasized bigger," was her retort, and Windy laughed, shifting his hips back and forth so that her gentle grip tugged against the apparently-sensitive flesh. Her hand had slightly rough fingertips so that she could grip things more easily, but might not have been overly comfortable on sensitive skin, so she was being careful. His breath was going deep, every other exhale ending in a soft hum as he breathed between his sharp teeth. His hand was still on her breast, and after a moment of rubbing him, Diane took a breath, and finally tore her eyes off of his dick. "...Go down."

His thumb gave one final, gentle flick against her nipple before he complied. His fingers brushed through the soft fur on her bare belly, and she looked down to watch the large hand's progress. Idly, her metal hand continued to travel up and down the girthy shaft, and she was biting her lip again in anticipation. His fingers bumped at her waistband, and her free hand came up, gently grasping his wrist. Windy blinked, and turned to meet her eye. "What's wrong?"

"Bein' silly," she whispered, shaking her head. "I just... I keep thinking as soon as your hand goes into my trousers, I'll wake up with my hand between my legs and my sheets all sticky."

"Your left hand, I hope," he said softly, still keeping his hand out of her pants, but she gave his wrist a squeeze. He moved slowly under her waistband, and Diane's breath caught in her throat in anticipation, but she tried to keep speaking.

"I'm almost afraid that if I let go you'll just disap-- Ah!" His fingers brushed over her clit, and her back arched. He let out a soft grunt, pausing his hand, and it didn't take long for Diane to realize why. Releasing his cock, she winced. "Sorry!"

"Nah, it's fine. Not the first time I had an extra-strong grip on my dick. Didn't ruin the moment then, not ruining it now." Diane was very curious about the story behind that, but she still placed her metal hand on the ground rather than his dick again. She guess that his skin got pinched between her fingers, rather than how hard she was gripping, but either way, it had to have been uncomfortable.

He resumed his progress, though, his two middle fingers moving down over her already-moist lips, though the action was hidden by her own waistband. Diane raised up onto her elbow, her fingers still gripping his wrist. She watched his palm flex, resting on her pubic mound, as his fingers worked up and down. His fingers were warm, the pads on his fingertips slightly callused but not so scarred so as to be unenjoyable. Diane let her head fall back again, letting it hang so that she was staring at the boulder behind her. "Mmmf..."

"Enjoying it?" asked Windy rhetorically, the humor evident in his voice. Diane could only nod and moan out a soft note of affirmation. He chuckled, and she felt rather than heard his body moved as he leaned down. She raised her head back up, catching him just in time to see his nose bump between her breasts. Diane's lip returned to its rightful place between her teeth as she watched him, his blue eyes, much darker than Fiona's, locked onto hers. She felt his tongue slide out against her sternum, and his head rose, his snout pressed slightly between her breasts as he traveled between the valley.

His fingers still worked between her legs, but his tongue was doing quite a bit more than she'd expected, the fur along her shoulders and neck bristling automatically as the sensation of his tongue brushing along her cleavage sent shivers through her body. He kept going, his tongue traveling from her cleavage to her collar, up along her neck and throat, and finally to her chin, where it returned to its place in his maw, and he bumped her nose with his his again. "God, that tongue."

She had seen it before, though it was hard to remember exactly when, so she knew he had one of those dragon tongues that could grip and curl like a giraffe's. Obviously, it wasn't as long, but it seemed to be just as useful. "You want me to go down--"

"Yes." The thought had only occurred to her about halfway through his question, but now she wanted it more than anything at that moment. The hybrid snorted, flicking the pointed tip of that tongue of his against her nose before he moved down. Awkwardly knee-walking toward her legs, his red cock bobbing somewhat comically up and down, he withdrew his fingers from her trousers. Their absence made Diane almost beg him to put them back, but she knew something even better was coming.

After briefly licking his two middle fingers - and wrapping his tongue around them in full view of Diane just for good measure - he used both hands to tug her trousers down her legs, past her knees, only to bunch up at her ankles. Sure, he could have pulled her boots off, but he seemed to be having a bit of fun; Windy moved so that he was fully in front of her, his hands resting behind her knees. His thumbs pushed between her knees until they were visible, and he parted them, peeking at her between her thighs.

Sharing a grin, Diane adjusted herself on her elbows, watching Windy as he poked his head through the gap, his ears briefly pulled back before he was through. Sure, she could have gone wider, but this was still fun. He leaned down, planting a kiss on her pubic mound. Her thighs closed just a little bit, and he smiled up at her before dipping down again. Diane's voice gave a tiny, soft cry, ending in a gasp, as he dragged his flat tongue upwards, the length of it traveling up to her clit before the tip gave a playful flick at the nub.

"You bite your lip a lot," Windy noted, and Diane's slightly unfocused eyes leveled on his again.

"Wh-- Oh. I s-suppose so." The fact that her lip returned to being trapped by her canines again as soon as she finished talking seemed to amuse the hybrid, but he went back to work, slowly lapping at her pink flesh. Diane was panting, her legs quivering on either side of his head. It wouldn't have surprised her if she were dripping onto the grass below. Her elbows couldn't hold her up any longer, and she lowered her shoulders onto the ground, her organic hand coming up to brush over her own breast. His hands had gone to her hips, fingers gripping into the flesh at the bend between her thighs and her belly.

Windy resumed his licking, the tip starting to flick back and forth on its progress upwards, then curled up as the bottom of his tongue slid back down. Diane's legs were shaking, her ankles bound by her own trousers and boots on Windy's shoulders. The techniques he was performing gave Diane the impression - though her mind was steadily becoming clouded - that he'd had a lot of experience and practice. Although he did experiment with her, trying out some small things, such as wrapping the first inch or so of his tongue around her clit and giving it a gentle squeeze.

That particular little bit of licking actually gave Diane a little bit of a surprise, having not expected it. She gasped, looking down at him with her brows raised and her jaw hanging open. He seemed... Modestly smug, if that were possible. He grinned back up at her, shrugging his shoulders, before his grip on her thighs tightened. "Lay back," he said, and as soon as Diane's head was back in the grass, he lifted her hips up. "Hup!" With a soft yelp, her upper half was dragged towards him as her still-bound ankles dangled between his wings, his shoulders supporting her thighs.

His arms adjusted, wrapping around Diane's belly to further support her body. His hot breath puffed out between her legs, warming her already sensitive and quite soaked exposed flesh. Speaking of exposed, something poked into the small of her back, though after a quick adjustment, Windy's dick was pressed along her spine instead as the back of her jacket bunched up around her shoulders.

Without his trousers, the heat of the member was unfiltered, pressed right up against Diane's body. Despite not being able to see it, she could imagine the red shaft twitching against her back, her fur clinging to the flesh. Diane reached back as Windy kept adjusting, trying to make the position he was in - him resting on his knees with her thighs on his shoulders - as comfortable for the both of them as possible. Her organic hand wrapped around the shaft, and as much as she thought her metal hand was just really cool, not being able to feel certain sensations was somewhat disappointing.

Sure, she could feel the pressure of objects, but not really the texture, or in this case, the warmth. Supposing it had to do with him being half-dragon, the bare flesh was quite warm in her fingers. His hips rolled into her as she shifted her hand up and down, his eyes going half-lidded as he smiled down at her. Diane smiled back, then took a sharp breath through her teeth as he returned his tongue to its work.

At first she'd thought perhaps that this change of angle was meant to get him off of his belly - after all, laying almost straight down on one's penis was likely uncomfortable - but as the tip of his tongue shifted up and down at the entrance to her confines, she had to wonder if he had something else in mind.

And then, his tongue dove right into her.

Catching her by complete surprise and going deeper than she'd expected, Diane's back arched upwards, her inner walls squeezing the intruding muscle. Windy's maw was open, his canines hovering over her pubic mound as as his tongue began to move. The long muscle rolled along the length like a wave, as though he were lapping up and down again, only from within.

It was quite a new sensation, the tide of pleasure that was building her climax by the moment. Her breath came in short gasps again, sounding as though she'd run a long distance, her voice accompanying the occasional particularly strong charge as the tip of his tongue found that sweet-spot somewhere within her. It was hard to tell, and Diane wasn't really caring, whether or not that was intentional.

Regardless, it wasn't long until her thighs had closed ranks around Windy's head, her own scalp pressing into the ground and her shoulders lifting. While she wasn't really screaming, her voice did echo quite a bit into the nearby trees. Her hand relinquished its hold on the hybrid's dick to instead grasp at the ground, tugging out a great fistful of grass and dirt before the tide passed and her body finally collapsed heavily against Windthor's body.

Holding her against his chest, the hybrid kept Diane from hitting the ground too heavily, slowly bending down and knee-walking backwards so that her back and butt rested in the grass. Her eyes moved back down, having rolled back into her head during her orgasm, her lids following so that her vision was still partially obscured. Diane felt Windy extract her head from between her legs, which were still quivering and occasionally flexing together, and lower them to the grass as well.

His absence from her body was brief, however, and his warmth returned, one of his palms coming down beside her shoulder to support his upper body. Diane finally looked up again once she had regained control of her faculties, smiling almost drunkenly, and Windy smiled back. "How was it?" he asked. If she didn't know Windy better - and if she were thinking more clearly - she'd have thought the question was rhetorical, or gloating.

Or both.

"Legs're all tingly," Diane replied, letting out a little laugh. "Gonna be all wobbly when I stand up. Dun wanna stand up, though." Windy was still on his knees, and the contrast between a healthy red and stark white caught Diane's eye, and she looked down. His dick was still hard, a bead of clear fluid glimmering in the light of the morning sun as it traveled down the underside, finally dripping off to land on his trousers. "You've a boner, still," she observed. Windy had crawled over to Diane's left side, so she was able to reach out with a somewhat shaky organic hand, her fingers wrapping around the base again, this time where she was less likely to hurt him with metal digits, and actually able to see the veins as they bulged from her light squeezing.

"Don't think you gotta return the favor or anything," Windy muttered, though his hips shifted and rolled, the red shaft moving slowly back and forth within her grasp. Diane assisted in these movements, the tingling in her legs subsiding little by little.

"What if I wanna, though?" she countered, looking up at him. Windy was biting his lip, something she was very tempted to tease him about, but not really able to find the words. Suddenly, the vision of his thick, long cock going inside as his tongue had done, but deeper, entered her mind. "What if I really wanna?" Despite only minutes before experiencing a near mind-breaking orgasm, she was suddenly and ravenously desiring more from her friend, who was literally leaking onto her fingers as she stroked up and down.

Windy looked down at her, and his eyes roved over the labrador's body with a near-predatory hunger, and her breath caught in her throat as he reached for her thigh again, large hand running down along the inside towards her knee, then back up again. Her thighs closed around his fingers, her ankles still bound by her trousers, of which the hybrid took notice, and glanced at her boots before looking up at her face. Silently, their eyes met, and an understanding was met between them.

Without so much as a word, Windy shifted towards Diane's legs again, though the lab had the presence of mind to offer just a little bit of teasing, rolling over onto her belly. She glanced back over her shoulder as her tail flagged above her golden rump, and saw Windy pause with his fingers grasping her trousers. Taking that moment, and with no small amount of fumbling, Diane tugged her own feet out of her boots, grunting as she rose up onto her knees.

Even though they supported her weight, she knew trying to stand up wasn't going to go well, so she crawled towards the boulder at the bank of the stream, her tail still flagged and deliberately giving the fellow canine a view as she moved away from him. From this angle she saw that the stone wasn't quite level; it slanted slightly down and to the right, but that wouldn't unbalance her too badly, she hoped.

Her right hand gripped the edge of the rock first, then her left as she raised her torso up, her hips soon pressing against the boulder as she looked back at Windy again. He had moved after her, though more slowly, transfixed by her swaying butt as she'd gone to the boulder, taking the time to leave his own trousers behind. Diane spread her knees, going into a wider stance and bending forward, accidentally bumping the swords next to her with her elbow and causing the two weapons to fall over onto the ground with a clatter.

This distracted her briefly, and she looked over to see Windy's much larger sword resting atop her own, the blade of his having unsheathed just a little bit to expose the shimmering, silver metal. Windy's large hand came to rest on her left buttock, and the fur along Diane's spine stood on end. His warmth so close to her still-sensitive pussy sent shivers all up her back again so that her shoulders bunched up and she shuddered, her tail flicking back and forth over her butt.

His thumb hooked into the inside of the valley, pulling that buttock apart from the other one as he spread her. Diane could feel herself still dripping, and she lowered her chest to the boulder and grasped the closest edge she could reach in anticipation. She felt the warmth as Windy's dick approached before the tip touched her flesh, and once it did, Diane took in another gasp. Quite apart from feeling it through his trousers, from measuring its girth with her metal hand, and even from holding it in her organic palm, this was a wholly new sensation.

Bare flesh against bare flesh, her warmth was overwhelmed by his. Half-dragon though he was, Diane wasn't prepared for how much heat he was giving off, the spongy, phallic tip brushing up and down along the somewhat-puffy lips. Before she'd finished wondering if she could have another orgasm just from the rubbing, Windthor positioned his tip properly against her entrance, and pushed forward.

It wasn't how deeply he went, or even how wide she was spread, it was the warmth; It wasn't so hot that it was uncomfortable, but she could feel it. It traveled upwards into her, the warmth spreading from the bottom all the way up, and she could swear it had stopped beyond her navel by the time his hips had come to rest against her buttocks.

Diane was whining softly, her thighs shaking and practically making his dick vibrate within her. Windy leaned forward, taking care not to shift his hips too much, though that was admittedly difficult to do. "You okay?" he whispered in her ear once he was close enough.

"A-aye," rasped Diane, her chest heaving again. He reached around with his right hand, supporting the corresponding breast that was resting on the stone, his other hand running down her forearm. His fingers laced within hers, and she squeezed his digits with a soft, tiny moan. "Y-yer hot," added the lab, turning her head to look at Windy's face, not far from her right cheek. "Really warm, inside o' me."

"Is that okay?" he murmured, his hips rolling her own into the boulder, though he was careful not to pull back too far.

"Y'kiddin'?" Diane reached up with her right, metal hand, fingers together and pressing her palm to his cheek. "I almost don't want ya to pull out." She bucked backwards against his hips, and the momentum from that made his dick pull back an inch or two, leaving a void in its wake.

That silent request was all the incentive Windy needed.

Of course, he was enough of a gentleman that he was slow at first, pulling his hips back about halfway before they moved back in. His snout nestled in against Diane's neck, her body rocking forward and back with each slow thrust against her. He rolled his hips some more, angling the thick shaft as it advanced and retreated, the pushing to fill the nooks and crannies she didn't even know she had.

Windy leaned back a little bit, his hands pulling back from her fingers and nipple to instead grasp her hips. Though his pace didn't speed up, the better grip allowed him to delve into her just a bit more powerfully. Diane braced herself onto her palms, bending her neck to look down past her own breasts. It was hard to see his penetration from this angle, but she could easily make out his balls; The white, plump orbs swung back, then forward as he thrust into her, the sac slapping against her clit and pubic mound with almost every pump.

She saw that the left testicle had a curious little black spot on it, smaller than a musket ball, but contrasting with the thin layer of white fur. When Windy gave one particularly firm buck, Diane let out a soft little yelp, the fur on her back bristling against her jacket that she was still wearing. Gradually, Windy started to quicken his pace, his breath coming out in more shallow bursts as it seemed he desired to hold back less and less.

Diane heard the firm slap, slap, slap of his sac against her thighs once she closed her eyes, the fingertips of her metal hand digging into the surface of the large stone she was bent over. Her body rocked more firmly as time went on, and her eyes were shifting upwards behind her lids. A warmth separate from Windy's was building within her like it had before, when his tongue had taken Diane to her climax, the muscles along her belly beginning to contract as she whined, running her organic fingers firmly through her own hair, which had fallen somewhat messily down over her own face.

The pace sped up again, Windy's fingers gripping her hips that much more firmly as his hips rocked her slim frame against the rock. One of his hand rested on Diane's shoulder, and she lifted her upper half with his guidance, the angle that created spearing the tip of his cock into her most sensitive depths. Her breath caught in her throat again as Windy pulled his hips back as far as they could go without pulling himself completely out of her, making the lab feel the emptiest she had so far. That emptiness lasted for what felt like hours before the thick shaft pistoned right back, making Diane throw her head back into Windy's shoulders.

This seemed to be what he wanted, since he leaned back, away from the stone, as he reached under her thighs, pulling her bent knees upwards from the ground. Her hands automatically came up to grasp the back of his neck, though luckily she had the presence of mind not to grab his fur with her metal hand, instead gripping the open flap of her own jacket so that it didn't hurt either of them.

With her feet dangling and his hands moving behind her knees, Windy was in complete control, which Diane really couldn't complain about. His thrusts sent her up, gravity brought her back down, and the sudden stop against his hips sent jolts through her body and his balls up to slap wetly against her clit, only for it to happen again and again.

Diane's back was arching, her lip was caught between her teeth once more, and her face was screwed up as the heat and pleasure continued to build within her, which seemed to coincide quite nicely with her mind getting fuzzier and more unfocused as time went on. Soon, it seemed as though Windy couldn't hold back anymore, and he raised up onto his knees just a little more, holding Diane's body with his arms while his thrusts became much more shallow, his hips barely moving more than a couple of inches both ways, but Diane was barely able to pay much more attention, her tongue hanging out the side of her mouth and her breasts bouncing up and down.

Suddenly, her thighs flexed and her knees came together, pinning his fingers between them as her muscles clamped down over the thick member within her. Her body gave a sudden spasm and her maw fell open, crying out as her climax jolted along her legs and all the way up to the tips of her ears, more intense the second time around. He, too, went ramrod stiff against her back, and she felt his dick flex from base to tip as the thick, warm fluid traveled through only to splash within her depths. Diane didn't know how much he deposited within her, but it was enough that it felt almost as though the thick base of his cock acted as a cork for several seconds before the pressure became too much and quite a bit of his warm seed spilled out.

His hips grinded into her, his breaths coming out in harsh gasps, as the last few weakened spurts almost made her feel as though her belly was expanding. Vaguely, she looked down and was mildly surprised to see that her stomach was still fairly flat, though it was hard to tell as her vision had gone a bit fuzzy and her eyes slightly crossed.

Finally, he started to relax, both of them panting heavily, Diane still letting out the occasional little grunt and soft moan as she combed her fingers through her messy hair again. Slowly, releasing one of her knees so that he could support himself, Windy lay back, though in the process his dick slipped out of Diane and the prodigious amount of cum that he'd been holding within her spilled out in a white wave, practically pooling on the ground and making Diane yelp in some surprise.

"Shit, I wanted to stay in you," he grunted, but still lowered to the ground with Diane atop him. The lab, a bit awkwardly, move to turn over so that she was facing him, her chest coming down upon his own as she laid on him like he was little more than a very firm, warm bed.

"S'okay," she mumbled thickly, her hands coming up to grasp Windy by his shoulders. Slowly, she pulled herself up along his body so that she leaked along his belly a few inches and rose up to bump her nose against his. "I've already had a dream come true today." Windy smiled at her, his expression somewhat punch-drunk as he reached up and brushed her hair out of her face. Diane brushed her lips against the hybrid's and he leaned up to return the favor, his head tilting to one side in order to lock them together a little easier.

However, as much as kissing Windy with his really long, strong tongue was very tempting, Diane couldn't keep her head up much longer, and she lowered her cheek to nestle into his neck. He seemed to understand, and one of his arms came up to hold her over the back, his fingers giving her left shoulder a gentle squeeze as they cuddled on the ground.

Diane didn't know how long she lay on her friend, though she must have drifted off at some point, since the next thing she knew, he was giving her shoulders a little shake, and she opened her eyes, blinking up at Windy's face. "We should probably get cleaned up before the cum dries," he suggested. Forced to agree with that point, Diane nodded.

It took a little while for Diane's legs to stop shaking and hold her wobbly body, but Windy was as good a support as the stone nearby, and he assisted in using the water - which was cold, but not painfully so - to wash off their fur. His as much thicker, so it took a bit more effort. It was roughly midday by the time Diane and Windy were dressed, their weapons strapped to them, and she was sitting on the stone beside her friend, the pair leaning against one another in companionable silence.

Diane was slightly damp from the stream, and she wouldn't be surprised if she were still dripping semen out of her later on, but at that moment, she was quite content with Windy holding her around the shoulders to his side. "We should do this again sometime," she said, nuzzling against his chest. Windy let out a little laugh.

"Did you have fun?" he asked playfully, brushing his fingers through Diane's still somewhat-tangled hair.

"Prob'ly a li'l too much," Diane admitted, shrugging. "But after gettin' clockblocked in my dreams, I gotta say the real thing's better." Her hand brushed back and forth over his nearest thigh, and Windy's chest rumbled deeply against her cheek. "And anyway, it's not like I didn't owe ya." His hand paused on her shoulder as she said that, and after half a second she realized how that might have sounded. "Wait, I mean--"

"Nah, it's fine, I know what you meant." Diane raised her head, still wincing a little bit, to look Windy in the face. "I've kinda had some blue balls for a little while now." He was smiling, and relief washed over her as she sighed. "We should probably head back pretty soon," he continued, his arm moving down to hug around Diane's waist. "We've probably gotten our exercize out of the day, heh. How're your legs?"

"I can walk. Not that yer conceited, yeah?" she shot up at him, and he snorted. Both of them still chuckling, and Windy supporting Diane as they walked, they headed back through the trees for the trail they'd left in their haste to find somewhere more private. It didn't take long for them to get back into town, and Diane's legs had stopped wobbling enough for Windy to relinquish his hold on her.

Windy mentioned having to get back to his ship for something he needed to do, and Diane bade him farewell, with the promise that they see each other again, before she headed for the Rangers' tower, a somewhat unbalanced spring in her step.

In the sitting room, Fiona was looking over the blade of a knife, still rough, but it looked better than the one she'd given up on this morning. Fi looked up as the door closed, and her face split into a wide grin. It was at that moment that Diane seemed to realize how she must have looked; Her hair was messy, her trousers were wrinkled, and she probably smelled like sex and wet dog. "And cue the walk of shame," remarked Fiona, dropping the metal blade on the table with a clatter and stepping swiftly over to Diane.

Her arm was around the labrador's neck before she could stop her, and Diane's scalp was assaulted by Fiona's knuckles rubbing back and forth between her ears in what she called an "affectionate noogie". Diane had long decided that anything "affectionate" that Fiona tended to do was sure to be painful, but she still meant well.

Once Diane was released and they both had a mug of hot chocolate, the two ladies sat on a couch, Fiona gazing at Diane expectantly. "So? How was it?" she asked, watching in clear anticipation.

Fiona, a self-described "tomboy-bitch" with a severe dislike of everything remotely girly, didn't seem to have any qualms about gossip. "It was... Better than the dream," Diane said, and she felt her ears heating up.

The rabbit smirked, leaning back into the cushions of the couch. "Well, I figured Windy'd treat you right."

"Y'never warned me about his tongue," said Diane, narrowing her eyes playfully at her friend. "Or his dick."

"You didn't ask," Fiona shot back without hesitation, examining her own fingernails. "And anyway, what'd be the fun in that?"

It was true, had she been expecting it, it might not have been quite as enjoyable, though now that she knew exactly what was up Windy's sleeves, the idea of them actually made her knees rub together again. "Aye, I see the point."

The two were silent for a few minutes, their mugs slowly draining, before Fiona spoke quite casually, looking sideways at Diane as the lab lifted her mug. "How'd you like a threesome?"

Diane spluttered in surprise, blinking and turning to look at Fiona. After several seconds, her bottom lip moved between her teeth and she took in a soft, tiny gasp as the thought of it entered her mind.