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"You sure he's gonna be okay?" Cynder asked her companion. The sleek black and red dragoness nibbled her meal, green eyes admiring her friend.

"He'll be fine, poor guy decided to over-indulge in cheese while I was out." The white female giggled gently, sipping at her tea. She could feel the other's eyes on her, along with many others in the shop.

"He had that coming to him." The black dragoness thought to the orange drake she'd met several years ago. "Kara, I'm glad he has you and Sithris. He was in a very dark place when I met him, and he's come a long way since then. He's like a little brother to me."

"She says wanting a ride on him." Kara smirked, noting the slight blush on her friend's face. "No need to feel embarrassed when you already slept with Sithy."

"Sithris was different!" Cynder blurted out before gasping and covering her maw. "I-I mean, Sithy was pretty open about things being... open. A-and he was the first black dragon I met besides myself, and I was curious how different he was from Spyro..."

"Is that all?" The Wind Guardian put on a pouty face. "What a shame, I know Rift would be into it. He quite liked licking you off Sithy's dick when he got back."

"HE DID WHAT?"

"You heard me, and I've been watching you sizing me up for a half hour now." Kara stood and walked over to her friend, rubbing her entire length against the female's hip. "Seems you're interested in more than just my two husbands. See something you like?"

The white female lifted her tail, giving Cynder a great view of a hint of pink flesh, and the turquoise piercing nestled in between her glistening lips. The black dragoness gulped, remembering the day she took Kara to get it. She'd expected to hear a cry of pain from the new mother, but instead watched her friend tremble and moan as her juices soaked the table she laid on. Cynder was terrified that night that she'd scream her friend's name instead of Spyro.

"I-i've never done anything with a girl... But I wouldn't mind getting to know a friend a little better..."

Kara grinned widely, getting in her face before planting her lips against the former Terror of the Skies. For such a hardened warrior, the dark female's lips were amazingly soft. She wondered how soft the other lips were.

Cynder couldn't help but melt into the kiss. Her friend wasn't shy about taking what she wanted, brushing a white wing tip to her red. She felt a trickle between her thighs, and took that as a sign to pull away

"Heh, I see you liked that too..." Kara smirked, backing up a few steps to show the large puddle beneath her, the needy pheromones making her friend tremble. "Why don't we take this somewhere away from prying eyes. I think we've given the guys enough of a show.

Cynder looked behind her, noting the crowd of drakes with their shafts at attention. She squeaked and grabbed Kara. "My room!"

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"Sithy wasn't kidding when he said your place was fancy." Kara looked at the small golden statue of the two heroes standing proud. "I'd say the purple is a bit much, but I married a walking pumpkin. So how do we want to do this?"

"We didn't have much control of the look. I'm honestly just glad we don't have anyone trying to break in anymore to worship us. I rather be worshiped in bed." The black dragoness pulled a sack out from under her large bed, grinning at the white female, mischief in her eyes. "You're quite an assertive one. Unfortunately, so am I. So let's make this interesting."

The grin on the Wind Guardian grew as she opened the sac, finding a variety of toys shaped like larger creatures. One toy was a very iconic purple, tapered with rows of small bumps. She was sad to see it lacked a knot. Not bad, but my boys are more impressive.

"Ah, yes, my Spyro was so shy about making the mold for that. Had to mount him to keep him up long enough to set." Cynder cooed at the memory, the moans of her mate adding to her slickness. "Anyway, I say we find out which of us is the Dominant Paw. Whoever submits first loses, the winner gets a prize of their choice."

"I'll take that bet." Kara gave the purple dildo a long lick, making sure the former Terror could see the slick saliva coating the silicon. "If I win, I get to take a ride on your Purple Dragon of Legend."

"Fine by me, not that you'll win." The Terror of the Skies slid another toy over her tail-blade, locking it in place. She lifted a paw up to her friend. "I'll keep Rift for a night, about time I've had him under my tail."

The moment both paws met, they pounced, rolling around like a ball as they mashed their lips together. Tails wrapped together, trying to overpower one another. The tips flicked their vents, drawing a shiver through the two females.

Cynder's more slender build proved to work against her. With a squeak of shock, her paws were firmly pinned to the ground, and her eyes opened to see the smug smile on her friend's face. Her tail was coiled in a way it couldn't flail and contact anything.

"Judging by your reaction, you're not used to being underneath anyone. You must be tired from taking the lead all the time." The white dragoness leaned down and growled deeply. "Relax, let me take care of you..."

The former Terror wanted to protest, but quickly found her hesitation replaced with an unexpected moan. Emerald eyes lowered to a white tail grazing over her red underbelly. Moisture coated her lower lips, and sloppily clinging to the assailant. Her and Spyro always had to be careful with the sharp ends of their tails, but her friend's tip was lacking a spade or blade.

Perfect for the current situation.

Kara was surprised when Cynder started to relax into her ministrations, expecting the hero to be more protective of her reputation. She slowly released her companion's limbs, stepping back to glance at the pristine hips of the black dragoness. A hungry growl reverberated from her belly, demanding to feast on the female below her.

The white tail gently pressed one lip, parting it to show Cynder's tight tunnel. The soaked depths were almost misleading, as it looked as if she were a virgin. Stories from the dragoness, as well as Sithris, proved that to not be the case.

Curiosity won Kara over, slowly pushing her tail in, filling her friend more and more. For such a thin dragoness, the hero sure could stretch and take much more than the Guardian expected. The bulge in the red belly rising and falling with each push.

Cynder's soft moans were almost silent, only the occasional hitch in her voice giving them away. She'd never experimented with another girl, but the way her friend's tail stroked her insides proved their own experience. She'd admittedly struggled with the large amount of stimulation needed. Occasionally she'd be in heat and could get her rocks off quite easily, but this was not her season. It sure felt like it though.

A whine of disappointment escaped when the tail was slowly pulled out of her, her vent winking with a slick gape. She needed more, wanting that white appendage to return to filling her. Emerald eyes met brown, her friend trying to push her need over the edge.

"Give in and admit defeat, and I'll put my tail back in." Kara gave a few probes with her tail. "Call me Master, I'll take good care of you."

Cynder bit her lip, thinking about submitting. All she had to do was say one word, and that dastardly tail would bring her back to bliss. Her hips trembled, begging for more. In that moment, her eyes caught sight of her own tail, no longer held down and still attached to the toy.

She had an opening.

Her tail shifted and bent, rubbing the purple shaft against Kara's clit piercing, earning a sharp gasp. She shoved the Wind Guardian, pushing her over so the roles were reversed. The toy found its mark, hilting into the white dragoness while Cynder pressed a firm paw to Kara's throat.

She licked the tip of Kara's ear, feeling much more comfortable in this position.

"You're way in over your head little girl. I've commanded armies, taken down the other guardians single-handedly, and put the realms' most powerful drake in his place many times over." The black dragoness put a bit more force around Kara's neck, watching her eyes droop. "You're just a horny fledgling waiting to be shown where you stand."

Kara was clueless to her friend's burst of energy. Sure, the toy wasn't as big as she was used to, but the nubs along its length were nicely in-line with her sensitive clit. Mini orgasms wracked her body with each thrust, and the lack of oxygen was intensifying each one. Her pink flesh darkened to a deep red, juices gushing as her body began to near her peak. The toy slid out and the paw left her throat.

Kara screamed in frustration.

She should've seen it coming. It was only a few minutes ago that she did the same to her friend. Her hips bounced in a desperate attempt to direct the toy back to her needy vent. One glance to the former Terror told her that salvation was hers if she gave in.

Dominance was fun as hell for her, but at the end of the day, sex was sex.

"Master Cynder, I'm all yours."

"That wasn't so hard, now was it?" The black dragoness spun around and stood over her new subject. She was going to have her cake, and get eaten too. "Dig in."

Cynder's red vent was perfect in Kara's eyes, taut with muscular walls and dripping in heated juices. She shoved her muzzle in, shivering as the scent overwhelmed her. Rift is gonna enjoy this...

The former Terror was also inspecting her friend's vent, noting how different the two were. Kara's white scales gave way to inflamed flesh. Her folds weren't as pristine, given the Guardian's promiscuous tendencies and being a mother, but it gave her more options to tease the white female. Nestled between the folds was a shiny turquoise gem, giving an easy target for stimulation.

She lowered her head, pulling the fleshy folds into her maw. The heated puffs of air blown into her own vent served as a sign of approval. She suckled the folds for a few moments, before releasing and parting them.

"I wonder..." Cynder spoke to herself, lifting a front paw. "I'm sure you can take it."

Kara mmrf'd as she felt the paw begin to rub against her soaked vent, rolling it in her juices. her breathing picked up when she caught on to her friend's intentions, and quickly set to try and get the other off. She felt each toe enter her vent, her body stretching more with each intruder.

Cynder's paw was about half-in when she felt the tunnel beginning to resist. She smirked, gently rolling her paw from side to side, loosening up the tension. Slowly, more slid in, until she felt her friend's cervix, her paw fully inserted.

The Wind Guardian was speechless, feeling a dexterous paw shift inside her. The paw gently thrusted, large enough she could believe she'd bedded a horse. She could feel herself building. With renewed vigor, she flailed her tongue in her friend's snatch, putting extra attention to her g-spot.

Cynder grunted at first, having expected the dragoness under her to be too blissed out to pay her any mind. In very little time, she was back on the brink. She leaned down and pulled the piercing into her maw.

Both screamed in a simultaneous orgasm, paw and maw pulling out as they soaked each other's faces so thoroughly that any dragon would be honored to witness it. They shivered and spasmed before going limp. Cynder managed to drag herself around to give her friend a kiss, slowly falling asleep.

"I'm the dominant paw. Rift is mine."

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The flight back to the cave was slower than Kara had hoped for. The first snowstorm bit at her scales with constant chills. She landed with a soft crunch, the white powder collapsing under her paws.

Part of her was looking forward to a long nap. Her time with Cynder left her drained, and the storm only added to it. She wanted a long rest to recover from her submission.

Imagine her surprise then when she walked in to see Rift snuggled up with another dragoness friend.

"Did I miss something?"

"Just a bit..." Sithris padded over and gave her a loving lick. "Whispa finally got him to chill."

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