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"We really couldn't have picked a worse day to attend the trades fair, could we?"

"If you were at least trying to present something helpful, business might actually turn around a bit, you know..."

There was just enough cloud cover to make the afternoon feel dreary to begin with, but if that wasn't enough, the occasional spot of cold, unforgiving rain was falling, with just enough volume and consistency to make the average customer opt to stay home.

Tango was doing all he could not to be put off by the weather, but where he thought he'd find support from Erna, he was finding greater frustration in her cavalier attitude.

"I will gladly present something helpful when there is someone to present something helpful to."

Tango rolled his eyes. "We've had a couple customers already, and I don't recall you offering them anything."

The heat was pouring out of Tango's personal furnace: even when there wasn't anyone to appeal to with a sale, he could still be making the most of his time, and he intended to do just that, if the weather wasn't going to cooperate with him. All he saw was another opportunity to hone his craft, and if someone walked by and thought what he was doing to be impressive, that was just good salesmanship on his part.

Erna, for her part, wasn't doing much to draw the rarely appearing customers into their stall in the first place, and trying to save money that weekend meant that they were at the far end of the fair, away from the entrance and the prying eyes of the logical path of travel.

That Tango was still able to force a smile for those customers who reached his stall was a credit to his sense of determination and professionalism; Erna had the former in spades, but she utterly lacked the latter, and the whispers and suggestions she'd been making to Tango throughout the afternoon were all the reminders he needed of that fact.

It was hard to blame her for letting her daydreams wander: Tango's body was warm, even on such a miserable, overcast afternoon, and toned, lean muscles were pushing up to the surface even more than they usually would, thanks to the constant swinging of a smith's hammer. Beads of sweat dripped from the ends of enticing follicles of blue, and each time he wiped his brow, the slow wince of his eyes created a smolder that existed more in Erna's imagination than anywhere else...but to her, that was real enough.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tango caught Erna sprawling out over one of the two chairs he'd brought for any customers that were waiting for an order to be completed.

He nearly smashed his own thumb when he noticed the way that she was splayed.

" Erna! W...would it kill you to have just a little bit of decency right now?" he asked, glad that none of the other vendors were close by enough to hear his outburst. "Honestly, what would you do if someone came over and asked to see my wares right now?"

"There's no one around for about five booths in either direction," Erna confirmed. "And that's including the people that are supposed to be running them...I'm really not worried about getting caught."

Her smaller form was blissfully free of clothing, and the obvious trickle of arousal between her thighs was such that Tango couldn't help but stare at it; Erna knew she had the larger dragon right where she wanted him, even if he was trying to maintain a professional atmosphere at his stall.

He wouldn't be able to keep that up much longer with such a powerful temptation right nearby, but until he finally broke down, Erna was happy to revel in her own fantasies, convinced that no one was going to interrupt her anytime soon.

How much longer she'd be able to satisfy herself with those fantasies when Tango was so close by was a different matter, and the one thing they had in common was, if nothing else, a lack of patience.

"Clearly," Tango groaned. "You're acting like you don't have even the tiniest shred of modesty about you...and given how small you are, I understand that it might be tough for you to squeeze a little modesty into that impressively thick skull of yours, but you might wanna try it sometime!"

The lack of customers was frustrating Tango, as well, but he was doing all that he could to maintain a professional attitude, in the unlikely event that someone came by to place an order.

Erna wasn't able to drum up any business, but she was quick to come up with an arrangement that could assist them with their respective problems; she was just going to go about doing it her way.

"Listen, Tango..."

Her voice was soft enough that she seemed remorseful for upsetting him, but he couldn't be sure if he'd gone overboard with his temper, either.

"N-no... I'm sorry, Erna," he apologized first. "We just put a lot of time and effort into making this day a reality, and it couldn't have gone much worse than it has so far...there's almost no one here."

"For starters, I wasn't gonna apologize," Erna winked and picked herself upright. "And you don't need to, either...but what you do need to do is relax."

She'd already fantasized about the different ways Tango could have taken her in the stall, even during the middle of a bright and sunny day. Personally, Erna wasn't so worried about getting caught, and even relished the idea of such a thing happening so she could show off Tango's member to a captive audience, but right then, she didn't think she'd be able to stoke the fires of his arousal enough to reach such an end.

Relieving his stress and giving her something better to do than lazing about the stall all day, however... that was very much in the realm of possibility.

"Apology accepted," Tango rolled his eyes. "But I guess you're right...doesn't do me a lot of good if I'm fuming mad when a customer approaches."

"Precisely! That's why you need to just go stand over by the front, put on a brave smile, look like you know what you're doing, and relax...while I grab myself some lunch."

Her words were doing the trick, as Tango visualized the concept of the day clearing up, being allured by his professional business sense and friendly grin.

He'd even closed his eyes, presenting the perfect opportunity for the dragoness to sneak back over from the chairs, until she was fluttering right by his hip, letting the subtle breeze of her flapping wing tickle over his crotch.

"Do y-you have to fly right there, Erna?" he asked, staying resilient to her teasing ways. "And why would you only be getting yourself lunch? I could probably use a bite to eat, too..."

"Well, I don't think you can suck your own di-

"That is not lunch, Erna."

"But it could be!"

Tango's eyes rolled. "You're insatiable," he muttered under his breath, but he couldn't deny the subtle rise of his member as Erna's wings continued tickling his length. The effect was subtle enough that even she wasn't sure if it was doing any good, until Tango went to stand at the counter once more.

There was just enough of a shelf there for her to land on, and at just the right height, she could curl up and admire his bulge up close, taking in the warmth and delicate aroma that eased toward her.

"I can be difficult to please," Erna finally admitted, "But you're the one who's high-strung. I was just trying to offer you a way to calm down so you can focus and get back to work!"

No matter how altruistic her motives might have come across, Tango knew his familiar too well to believe that her intentions were so pure.

He also couldn't deny, especially when she began nudging at his bulge, that it was getting harder and harder to ignore the problem growing between his legs...and with each button she pushed, it became that much harder to think about doing anything else.

"The only reason I'm even thinking about agreeing to this is because you're the one who got me all fired up in the first place," he claimed, remaining stoic about the whole arrangement.

Erna was already giggling, and it grew louder as she heard Tango's explanation.

"A likely excuse...you really expect me to believe that you're gonna say no to getting a blowjob from someone with such a small, _tight_mouth?" she teased, licking her lips with enough volume that she knew it would tickle his ears. "Especially with the kind of day you're having...I'm surprised you didn't throw me to the ground and stuff me a little sooner!"

Tango was smart enough to know when Erna was trying to plant an idea in his head: he wasn't going to take things any further than this, no matter how she tried.

When he didn't stop her from tugging down the front of his slacks and exposing his cock, however, she realized that the pace of the action was up to her from there on, and having that control over when Tango finally blew off some steam was enticing to her in ways that she would have been glad to describe...if she wasn't already drinking in the scent of the taller dragon and rubbing her cheek against his exposed length.

"I was going to ask what you were thinking about that got you into such a mood in the first place," Tango grumbled. He knew he'd have to pretend not to enjoy the treatment, at first. "But the way you're talking, I think I have an idea."

"Lots of soft patches of grass that would be perfect for the two of us to get down to business," Erna confessed. "I know that probably seems a pretty simple thing, but just looking at them and then looking at you, I couldn't help putting two and two together."

"I think you could have," Tango suggested. "I just don't think you've got an ounce of restraint in your entire body."

"Considering how long I've been just staring at your bulge? I'd say I've got a lot of restraint."

She was baiting him into a moan: just as his mouth opened to reply, hers opened wide around the tip of his length, capturing as much of it as she could handle in the depths of her smaller muzzle.

His jaw dropped, keeping him from biting back on the sound.

"Ahh...mmnf!" his lips sealed again as he winced and rested his palms on the counter, determined to keep anyone else from figuring out what they were up to. "You've got all the restraint of an unsupervised child in a candy store, far as I can tell!"

"Thank goodness this is my candy store, then. Got everything I need to satisfy my sweet tooth..."

Those momentary breaks when she pulled her lips away to speak left Tango shivering: the presence of her spittle created a new source of cool, ticklish pleasure whenever a breeze would swing by.

Much as he was resisting the idea before, she was the only thing keeping his member warm anymore, and as it continued to pulse and grow before her, what started a simple game for her entertainment was becoming a matter of necessity, for Tango.

"Not to be so crude, but if that's the case, go ahead and eat your fill," Tango mumbled. "As long as it keeps anyone from figuring out what you're up to down there..."

The gray dragoness gave the best thumbs up she could, forgetting that Tango wouldn't be able to see the gesture with his eyes straight ahead.

In her mind, the second best option was to suckle a little bit harder at the tip of his length, knowing she'd be able to bring his shaft to a full, satisfying erection if she just kept at it. She was already struggling around the mouthful that she had, but even at her smaller size, she had plenty of skills at the ready to tickle and tease his entire cock...it was just a matter of how long she wanted to keep him on pins and needles.

Hearing the approach of a customer's footsteps in the grass, she abandoned all thoughts of drawing out the experience for Tango.

"Erna, w-wait!"

He reached under the counter as gracefully as he could and felt around, but the familiar dodged his grasp easily. She would have ignored his request, even if there hadn't been a customer approaching...but that put Tango in a difficult spot, as he immediately lifted his digits and waved as inconspicuously as he could.

"H...hi there! Thanks for stopping by," he forced a generic statement through his gritted fangs and smiled, knowing that he was drawing more attention to his struggle; he just couldn't help it. "Feel free to browse whatever you like, and if you've got a c-c-custom order, I'd be glad to help you with it!"

The customer was a short, black canine with a face that was rather plain, until his brow cocked at Tango's tripping words. "...I'll be sure to look around. Thanks."

"Nooooot a problem!" Tango was doing his best sales pitch, but he had no intention of putting such emphasis on his words.

Keeping quiet when Erna was starting to pump her lips up and down over the tip of his member, however, proved more than he could handle without a truly vocal response. The crafty familiar wasn't content to just slurp and suckle at the tip of his cock: she was shrinking down just a little bit, using her ability to change sizes to keep Tango guessing, and the brilliantly colored dragon was struggling to keep the pleasure from breaking through his oversold smile.

"I think my girlfriend would really like this one," the canine finally piped up. He'd been browsing the counter for a few minutes without saying anything else to Tango, and the dragon was terribly thankful for that fact: he knew he wouldn't have been able to hold a conversation. "And I guess I can pick up this one for myself...can't help but feel like it looks a bit like me!"

"Oh, it..._oooh..._it c-certainly does!" Tango agreed, his fiery eyes turning to the small trinket just in time to make his statement believable. "Just the t-two of those for you today?"

Erna was actually frustrated : she was hoping that she'd be able to bring Tango to his knees in orgasmic collapse before the customer was gone, but her plan backfired when he literally tensed up too much to actually cross the threshold.

He was standing so upright and stiff that he looked even taller than his usual, impressive stature, but the moment the customer paid for his order and left, Tango wouldn't be able to maintain that posture anymore.

Coiled around the shaft of his length and rubbing her body against his flesh with her own spittle as a form of lubricant, the dragoness continued to vary her size, taking such a small form that she could grind on his cock and massage his sack with the grasp of her feet, all while slurping up the subtle trail of precum that continued to pour from his tip.

That Tango was able to say anything to the customer at all was a testament to just how dedicated he'd become to running the business; it was an attractive and admirable quality, but right then, it only pushed Erna to new levels of sensual effort.

Keeping her form pressed into the warmth of his impressive length, she began growing just a little bit more, hanging onto his shaft from underneath and sealing her lips over the tip.

"That's all for me, yes," the customer replied. "You doing okay? You're acting like you've been bitten by something..."

" Totally fine!" Tango lied, feeling the tight, skillful seal of Erna's lips over the tip of his cock. "Just a v-very weird sales day, that's all! It's really throwing me off my game; I seriously appreciate y-your support!"

That the customer was willing to stand there and pay for the transaction instead of running when Tango's eyes flared up was a credit to how well-made his wares really were: his demeanor was nothing short of frightening right then, and it was with clamoring digits that he exchanged the payment for the trinkets and bid the man farewell.

Those same talons slammed into the top of the counter as soon as the canine was out of sight. "F...fucking... Erna!"

Yelling her name was the best he could do to keep things modest: he wouldn't give her the proper warning, but she didn't make a fuss when the first gush of his cum sprayed right through her lips and splashed against the back of her throat.

As if she was silently asking for more, she swallowed as much as she could, until her cheeks bulged with the impressive volume of it all. Swallowing again, she was forced to gasp and pull her head away, but her face wasn't going to escape without being worse for the wear.

Throbbing violently with the strength of his climax, Tango pounded the table once more before grabbing it for leverage, needing something to hold onto to tolerate the overwhelming pleasure that flowed through his body. He was panting so heavily that he would have been sure to draw a crowd, if his last customer hadn't just wandered back the other way.

Even then, his winced eyes and furrowed, frustrated brow made it seem that he was in discomfort, but he simply couldn't stand how much pleasure the dragoness could milk out of him.

"Ahh..._mmm..._t-that's the good stuff, baby!" she cheered him on. Her body kept the slow, easy grind against the underside of his shaft, allowing him to bathe her muzzle, her chin, and even the length of her neck with the rest of his excess...she was proud to wear it, knowing that she'd gotten the better of the larger dragon, yet again. "You've been holding out on me lately, haven't you?"

As soon as he could corral his breathing, Tango did his best to glare under the counter. "Are...a-are you being serious right now? Do you know how reckless that was? We could have gotten caught!"

"And didn't it feel that much better when you came?" she asked. "That's part of the fun, after all..."

Seeing the way he'd literally painted his familiar with the bulk of his mess, Tango couldn't deny her inconvenient truth.

"...I mean, yes; it did feel pretty amazing," Tango confessed. "But can you do me a favor and try not to make a habit out of this? That was way too risky to be worth it..."

Erna's tongue passed through her lips, collecting little samples of his seed wherever it could. "Hehe...we'll see, Tango. If business stays slow, I make no promises!"