Breakhorn Huntress II
#3 of Breakhorn (Series)
Pyxis gets distracted while at school, then discovers a new use for her tail.
This story can be read independently. It is the third chapter of a series, but you do not need to have read the preceding chapters first.
Pyxis tried to focus on her school lesson, but it wasn't easy. Her tail darted across the page of her textbook, the prehensile tip stained with ink as she worked through the practice questions. Dragons had dextrous forepaws, but holding a writing implement was harder than just using your tail as a brush to write.
At the front of the classroom the teacher droned on and on, slowly explaining the mathematical formulas needed to solve one example question, but Pyxis had already completed that question. With one last stroke of her tail, she finished every question in this particular mathematical topic. Her mind felt sharp, focused, and yet more clouded than ever before.
Maths was such a logical subject, where everything was formulas or theorems or rules. One plus one equals two... Pyxis subtly glanced to the side, where one of her classmates was sitting--a male fledgling named Nerlin, who had scales of warm red.
Nerlin was frowning as the teacher slowly explained the math question, and Pyxis found her subtle glance dragging into a not-so-subtle stare. Her gaze wandered across Nerlin's body, taking in the sight of his wings elegantly folded on his back, his head slightly tilted in thought, and his tail curled around so he could write on his own textbook. His chest wasn't overly muscular, but Pyxis felt a curious desire to reach out and touch Nerlin's scales, so she could feel the strong wing muscles which were powerful enough to support his whole weight in flight. Pyxis's stare went even lower, but Nerlin's hindlegs and paws blocked out any view of his underbelly.
One plus one equals two, but then sometimes one plus one equals three, if one of those ones was in heat... Wait, what? Pyxis snapped her gaze back to the maths lesson, but this wasn't the first time her attention had strayed. After several days spent being in heat, somehow she still hadn't gotten used to the strange new passions running through her body, constantly diverting her attention away from important things like maths lessons.
This was her first time experiencing her oestrus heat cycle--her body's period of natural fertility--and Pyxis wondered if that made things better or worse. For the past few days she'd managed to ignore her new desires while at school, but today was different. Today she was sitting beside Nerlin, and his presence next to her was far more distracting than anything else. For some reason she couldn't explain, he was like fuel thrown onto the smouldering fire that was her heat-induced arousal. There was a tingling itch in her underbelly which tempted her--Pyxis knew she could reach down her paw and make a few small rubs, and even that limited motion would bring such relieving pleasure, but of course she wasn't going to do that in public.
Instead, Pyxis glanced around the classroom. About half of the other young dragons were actually paying attention to the teacher, and the other half were either quietly whispering conversation or simply napping.
One of Pyxis's friends, a fledgling named Caden, was sitting right in front and asking the teacher about specific maths questions. This was slowing down the lesson just enough that they probably wouldn't finish this topic today.
Sitting by the side of the room was a fledgling named Jarzyl, another one of Pyxis's friends. Jarzyl was resting her chin on her desk, apparently trying to balance a ruler across her own snout. But even as Pyxis looked around, she found her gaze lingering longer on the male fledglings than the female ones.
Sitting next to Jarzyl was a fledgling named Atlas, and he was actually paying attention to the lesson. Atlas had dark, jet-black scales and he was a good flyer, but Pyxis didn't think his wings looked as nice as Nerlin's. And unique amongst all the fledglings, Atlas was a cripple who was missing his left foreleg--there was no ignoring that particular fact. Pyxis glanced back to Nerlin, wondering if he would still be as attractive with one limb missing.
At the other side of the class was a fledgling named Graye--he was by far the largest dragon in the room, thick with muscles in his wings, legs, and just everywhere. But he was mean and rude to everyone, and Pyxis avoided him whenever possible. In contrast, she enjoyed talking with Nerlin, who was respectful instead of a bully. Muscles were nice, but Nerlin had more than enough of those to satisfy anyway.
At the other side of the class was a fledgling named Indry, who was quietly talking with another fledgling named Flicher. Indry was a friendly, chatty sort and Pyxis found him a nice person, although sometimes he got on her nerves because he always tried too hard to crack jokes and be funny. Indry was also a little on the short side, with a tail which was just a bit too short. But Nerlin had a nice long tail (not creepily long, just handsome long) and he...
"Why am I judging all the male fledglings on attractiveness?" Pyxis wondered to herself, although she already knew the answer to that. It was because she was in heat. All this nonsense could be blamed on her body's oestrus cycle and hormones, instinctively telling her to seek out a mate and put that fertility to good use.
"And why am I always comparing the other male fledglings to Nerlin?" Pyxis then wondered, but she had no answer to that. Suddenly Nerlin tapped her on the shoulder, and Pyxis jerked in surprise.
"Sorry. Have you done example 4?" Nerlin whispered to her, completely unaware of what she'd just been thinking about. "Can I see your working? I'm stuck."
"Hmm? Sure." Pyxis was happy to help and she passed over her textbook.
Nerlin murmured a quiet "thanks" as he started comparing their answers. Flipping the page, he shook his head and grinned at her. "Wow, you finished all the questions already? You're really smart." That remark made Pyxis's neck frill perk up, and she smiled back without thinking. The moment held for just a few seconds, then Nerlin turned his attention back to the textbooks.
Meanwhile, Pyxis idly wondered what it would feel like to have Nerlin's wings wrapped around her in a tight embrace, pulling her body close into a kiss. I really should not be thinking about these things, Pyxis told herself. One week! Just one week of being in heat, or maybe two, and then I'll stop being so distracted. Or maybe she wouldn't, because she'd fantasized about Nerlin even before she'd gone into heat, but thinking about that made the tip of her tail twitch nervously.
Pyxis peered at her tail, looking closely at the black ink staining her dark blue scales. It was a good thing she'd already studied this chapter of mathematics and knew the topic, because she'd hardly managed to pay any attention to today's lesson. This was just too much distraction! It was ridiculous how aroused she was feeling.
Clenching her paws, Pyxis forced her attention straight ahead and vowed that for the rest of this class she was not going to think about Nerlin, or about mating, or about how good it would probably feel to mate with Nerlin, who had such nice wings and who often smiled at her and told her she was smart. Nerlin really was a superb flyer, with his handsome wings and his slender tail...
Nope, not going to think about any of that.
Pyxis sighed quietly to herself. Once she got home she could use her paws to get some relief, but it wasn't even mid-morning yet, and somehow she would have to make it through the rest of the school day.
The instant the teacher declared the maths lesson ended, Pyxis was on her feet. She slipped her ink pot back into the appropriate pouch on her flight harness, moving in an impatient hurry even though it was recess period and she had no other classes to rush to. She had a different schedule that she needed to keep with--one which didn't relate to math, or history, or any other subject except perhaps biology.
"Hey, Pyxis, want to get food?" Nerlin suggested, making Pyxis abruptly halt just as she was trotting past him.
"Huh? Me? Oh! Yeah, sure. I'll meet you in the canteen," she replied. "I just need to, uh, use the washroom." While this was technically true, Nerlin probably didn't know precisely what she meant.
"Alright. See you there." Nerlin grinned at Pyxis again, which made her tail swish from side to side, leaving small ink marks on the ground.
"I...I've really got to go," Pyxis replied, then she scampered out of the classroom and Nerlin's sight.
Pyxis climbed up the stairs heading to the washroom furthest away from the classrooms, which therefore meant it was least used in the whole school building and no one else would be there. The school's cleaners usually did their job well, and the washroom was clean and dry as she pushed the door open.
The blue-scaled fledgling stepped into a toilet cubicle and locked the door. Positioning herself carefully, she crouched over the squatting toilet. Being quadrupedal, dragons used toilets which were built flat into the ground.
"Troublesome, that's what this is," Pyxis thought as she relieved herself, feeling her bladder empty out in a trickling stream. Not that urinating was troublesome--what was troublesome was the part which came next.
A short water hose was attached to a faucet in the wall, and Pyxis used the hose to quickly wash her underbelly clean. She carefully aimed the hose's nozzle between her hindlegs so she wouldn't get any parts of her flight harness wet. The water spray felt faintly pleasant as it massaged her genital slit. Pyxis kept the water spraying for a bit longer than necessary as she enjoyed the sensation, but then she had to stop. She didn't want to waste precious time from her recess break, and Nerlin was waiting for her in the canteen.
The tip of her tail was still stained black from her earlier writing, so Pyxis curled her tail around and washed that too, letting the water rinse away the ink. Nice and clean.
Returning the hose to its holder, Pyxis shook her forepaw dry, and then she reached for her flight harness's shoulder pouch. She took out a squeeze tube filled with a special deodorant which would block out the scent of her heat. She had already applied the deodorant lotion in the morning, but it needed to be reapplied every few hours as its effects wore off and her body's scent slowly became noticeable again.
Bending her neck down, Pyxis sniffed at her genital slit. She could just barely make out a faint odour reminiscent of spice, which was hardly even noticeable over the smell of soap permeating the toilet. But if she could smell herself, then that definitely meant a drake might be able to if he got too close. How embarrassing that would be! Her body was broadcasting her fertility, trying to tell everyone with a nose that she was ready to have an egg put into her, but that was obviously unacceptable in civilized society.
I wonder what Nerlin would say if he smelt me like this? Would he...? No wait, why am I fantasizing again? Pyxis shook her head. She squeezed out a measure of the lotion onto her forepaw and started rubbing it onto her genital slit. Spreading her hindlimbs, she covered her slit in a thin layer of the lotion, making sure it got between her folds. Having to block out her scent wasn't actually too inconvenient. It didn't take much more than a minute before Pyxis felt she'd adequately rubbed in the lotion, but by then she didn't really want to stop.
Without thinking about it, Pyxis let her caresses become less focused on her genital slit as a whole, and more focused on that extra sensitive nub of flesh right at the top. Her paw's rubbing just felt too good. Pyxis let out a deep breath, and she had to drop her other forepaw to the ground to keep her balance as her hips jerked forward. "Oh..."
So much for her plan not to spend time during her recess break masturbating. Pyxis snorted faintly in amusement, but she carried on regardless. It just felt so wonderful to touch herself, rubbing and gently massaging her genital slit, feeling that pleasurable tension slowly build up inside her. I'll do it quickly--this is just so that I can focus in class...but oh, that feels so good...
Her heat made it worse, or better, depending on how she looked at it. Pyxis felt her pleasure continue to climb, driven by her frantic rubbing and quickly accelerated by her heat cycle. Her motions became less gentle, more firm, and a trickle of natural lubricant started slowly dripping out of her slit, reversing all her earlier attempts to block her scent.
"Well, this was a waste of time," Pyxis thought to herself. I should have rubbed myself off first, then put on the deodorant after that... But it was too late to think of that now, and her body's urges could not be denied. The pleasure was building and she wasn't going to stop until she'd gotten satisfaction.
Rubbing felt nice, but Pyxis found herself wishing for something more filling. She tried sticking her digits inside of herself, but her paw couldn't reach very far and wasn't much of a substitute for a real drake's rigid, erect, length. Although that was just an assumption, since she had never actually seen a male dragon aroused, much less mated with one--maybe she ought to see if Nerlin would mind helping her out with that problem. No! That's a terrible idea.
Trying to drop the thought from her head, Pyxis suddenly had a different idea. Curling her tail forward, she stared at the tip of the dextrous organ and contemplated sticking it inside herself. This was something she'd once heard one of the other female fledglings gossip about--attempting penetration using one's own tail.
Yeah, why not? Pyxis shrugged and grabbed her tail with her paw. Her body tingled with arousal and her mind was clouded with lust, which kept her sense of modesty suppressed. She was fully aware that she wasn't really thinking straight, but that did nothing to dissuade her from her experimentation.
Balancing on three legs, Pyxis used her forepaw to guide her tail towards her underbelly. The tip of the appendage brushed against her genital slit, lightly, teasingly sliding over the wet, swollen flesh, and then it slipped in. It was something. It didn't feel amazing or mind-blowing, but it also didn't feel disappointing or painful--it simply felt like she'd stuck her tail inside herself.
Pyxis kept going, pushing more and more of her own tail into her slit. The slender appendage slid inwards, smoothly spreading her walls apart as it grew thicker in girth. Eventually she discovered her limit when her tail bumped up against the end of her vagina (her oviduct chamber?), making Pyxis wince slightly as her muscles cramped up for a second. She paused for a moment to contemplate the strange feeling of her vaginal muscles squeezing down on her tail, then she withdrew the appendage and stared at it.
A good portion of her tail was coated in slick liquid, but she hadn't actually gone as deep as she'd imagined--when her tail had been inside her, even the slightest bit of penetration felt deeper than it had really been. Huh! How very interesting.
Then Pyxis lined her tail up again and started masturbating properly, chasing pleasure instead of curiosity. Using her paw she pushed and pulled her tail, rhythmically thrusting it in and out of her genital slit to stimulate herself. Eventually she figured out a better technique--keeping part of her tail braced against the wall, Pyxis rocked her body forwards and back, working her hips so that her motions made her tail go in and out. This also freed up her paw to go back to rubbing her clitoris and the rest of her genital slit.
Pyxis found herself lost in the moment. Hot, tingly warmth was running through her underbelly, making her muscles tense up every time she thrusted her tail deep. Simultaneously she was using her paw to rub the outer parts of her genitals, and she started twitching her tail so it rubbed against her insides as well. She closed her eyes, able to focus only on the incredible sensations running through her body.
It was easy to pretend that her tail was actually something else--a phallic organ belonging to a certain other fledgling with red scales, who sat beside her in math class and smiled at her and called her smart. Pyxis felt a shudder run down her back as she imagined Nerlin standing behind her, thrusting his penis in and out of her ready, aroused, slit. All her scales were tingling, craving a gentle touch like the feel of a drake's wing wrapped around her. Yes, yes...!
Her heat made things too easy. With rapid finality, Pyxis felt herself slipping over a sensual edge and into an orgasm. Potent pleasure surged through her body in electrifying waves, and everything became meaningless for a few seconds. Her hips jerked backwards, plunging her tail forwards so that it pressed up all the way up inside her. The sensations were almost unbearably intense and Pyxis couldn't even keep rubbing her paw, all she could do was press her paw pad against her slit and feel the waves of pleasure explode through her underbelly. "Ahhh..." she groaned quietly, her jaw dropped opened as she shuddered in ecstasy.
It was difficult to say how long it lasted, but it felt like an eternity of bliss. Over the past few days Pyxis had curiously tried timing herself to see how long her orgasms actually lasted--her pleasure could last anywhere from a few brief seconds to even over a full minute. Of course, in the moment it hardly mattered.
The trembling waves of pleasure eventually slowed and faded away, and Pyxis took deep breaths as she opened her eyes. It was almost like waking up, and with her arousal suppressed (even if only for a few hours) her thoughts finally felt focused again. Pyxis tugged her tail out of herself, and the quick motion made a spray of bodily fluid splatter against the toilet cubicle's wall. Was that urine or her natural lubrication? It certainly smelt like arousal and raw sexuality--a by-product of her body's heat cycle.
Now that she was done with playing with herself, Pyxis felt faintly embarrassed about how long she'd taken and how much she'd enjoyed herself. Reaching for the water hose again, she washed any evidence of her arousal away from her genital slit and her tail, and then she took the deodorant lotion and applied it once again.
Well at least that's done. Maybe I'll be able to focus in class now... Pyxis put the tube of deodorant lotion back into her flight harness. But when she reached for a separate pouch and took out a pocket watch, her eyes went wide. The recess break was almost half over! She still needed to eat.
Pyxis scrambled out of the toilet, only pausing briefly to wash her paws. Then she scampered down the corridor, heading towards the school's canteen with a spring in her steps.
END
This story also has a companion story, readable HERE.