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The vixen gave a frustrated sigh, the light from the computer screen mockingly throwing her features into sharp relief. The light was the bright, bland white of a blank page. That was what she felt like right now, anyways, why shouldn't her computer reflect that? She had writer's block, couldn't think of a single thing that seemed good enough to commit to the page. Her cyan-furred fingers drummed impatiently on the desktop, her other hand resting her cheek and supporting her entire head as she thought. Several times she made a move to start typing, but each time rolled her eyes and threw out whatever idea she had. Thirty minutes passed and not a single word was typed.

Finally she gave a frustrated growl and hit the power button with way too much force, making the entire computer desk rattle where it stood. She pointed a finger at it, seriously considering for a second setting the whole thing on fire, consequences be damned. The blue aura of magic had already begun building up around her outstretched finger before she blew out her breath, dousing the aura as her temper also died. That would have been a disastrous overreaction...no matter how good it might have felt. Her shoulders slumped as she left the room, flicking off the light with a simple gesture on the way.

Really, she should calm down. There was no reason for her to be so angry...life had just been throwing annoyance after annoyance at her lately, and her frustration level was building to intolerable levels. She needed to shout at somebody, really let off some steam. A tiny smile quirked the corners of her lips as she imagined going off on somebody, turning into a light giggle as she imagined it further. Her version of blowing off steam usually involved bloodletting, so she guessed that option was out. What she really needed to do was just relax, take some time off. Her life had been far too hectic lately, as the dragon in her life constantly reminded her. Her smile grew as she thought of him. It was nice to have someone so supportive constantly at your side. It really made her feel wanted, made her feel...accepted, she supposed.

The vixen climbed the stairs to her room, sighing wearily as she did so, a dull ache in her legs becoming more apparent as she climbed. When she made it to her bed, she sat down on the edge with a grateful sigh. After a long day at work, one of the best feelings in the world was coming home to relax. She reached down and undid the straps on her heels, tossing them aside and massaging her aching paws for a second. She had come straight home to try and write, which usually calmed her down...but obviously that didn't go very well. She stood again, reluctantly, and went across the hall to her bathroom. She quickly stripped out of her too formal skirt and blouse, tossing them down her laundry chute and letting her hair down. Unencumbered, she walked back to her room, nearly naked and unashamed. She was inside her own house, after all, why should she try to hide anything? The cool air felt good on her bare fur, the hairs being only slightly disturbed by the circulation of air conditioner.

She caught a glimpse of herself in her full-body mirror (one of the few vanities she purchased for herself) and halted, backing up a few steps to fully admire herself in it. She had never quite thought of herself as a vain person...what was wrong with taking a few moments to compliment yourself every day? Certainly there was nothing wrong with reassuring yourself that you were indeed still someone who could turn heads. She wasn't particularly old, only in her mid-twenties, but some days she felt a lot older. Pleasures of the working world, she thought sourly.

She stood facing the mirror fully, looking over herself with a critical eye. Her fur was a striking shade of blue, somewhere between cyan and cerulean, though she used both words liberally to describe herself when she had the opportunity. It faded to a pure white on her stomach, as well as white stripes around her wrists and ankles. The white was sprinkled liberally through the blue, but one had to look closely to notice it. Her dragon was going on constantly about her legs; honestly, she could see some of the appeal, but she personally thought they were more...utilitarian than beautiful. Long and lithe to be certain, but extremely toned and really kind of thick with all the muscle she had built up in that area. Her gaze traveled upwards, over the cleft of her womanhood, still hidden behind a pair of plain cotton panties, over the white field on her stomach, never pausing until finally she beheld her own favorite part of herself; her breasts.

Perky and natural, approaching ridiculously big on her slight frame (indeed, she stood only 5'6") but resting comfortably on the threshold so they seemed to fit her perfectly, she admired them. And if she who owned them admired them, she thought with a smile, she could only imagine what others must think of them. She reached behind her back and unclipped her bra, letting it float to the floor so she could see them fully, pink nipples standing erect from the sudden influx of cold air, blue fur here again shading to white around the areolae. She moved her gaze still upwards, albeit a bit reluctantly. Her short vulpine muzzle was stretched in a grin, showing peeks of those ever so sharp teeth hidden inside. Her eyes, the left green, the right blue, stared back at her with a glitter of amusement, all of this framed by her long, flowing red hair. It was a deep red, almost the color of blood, and it fell to the middle of her back. All in all, she was very satisfied with herself...

Her eyes widened, and then contracted as her happy grin became something far more...predatory. She pushed her panties down to the floor and stepped lightly out of them, turning on her heel and heading for her bed. A thought had occurred to her, and she wondered why it hadn't come sooner. Stress relief, indeed...

Sitting on the bed again, she indulged herself in a long, languorous stretch. Her joints thanked her for the exercise for cracking and popping, settling comfortably into the positions they were used to, rather than the ones she forced them to cramp into all day long during her strenuous work day. An explosive sigh left her muzzle as she relaxed once more, scooting further back onto the bed and twisting her body ninety degrees so that she could stretch out fully upon the covers. Her paw trailed lazily over the blankets as she enjoyed the feel of the smooth fabric on her bare fur. For a moment she simply relaxed, naked and unwound, happy just to be home and be able to do nothing for a change.

Before too long, though, that nagging idea from before surged back to the forefront of her mind, and a smile curled the corners of her muzzle. Her paw abandoned the covers to rest lightly on the snow-white fur of her stomach, tracing little circles and patterns through it idly. Slowly it moved upwards, until it rested just below the swells of her generous breasts. Giggling slightly, she made her fingers do a little walking motion, almost as if they were surmounting a hilltop as they made their way up and over, before coming to a halt on either side of her nipple. She began to coo softly as she gently teased her breasts, bringing her other paw upwards as well and taking both of them firmly in hand, so to speak. While keeping one paw occupied, she sneakily brought the other one to her muzzle, her tongue flicking out to wetten the fingers of the paw so that they in turn could do the same to her nipples, leaving them slick and shiny under the harsh artificial light of her bedroom.

She let them alone after wettening them to stiffen in the cool air; it might have been torturous to let them simply stay like that, begging for her attention, but it was a delicious torture. Besides, she could not afford to spend all of her time paying homage to those wonderful, fleshy orbs...other parts of her demanded her attention, and were growing more vocal by the second. She let her paws slide slowly downward until they rested just above her entrance, and there they reluctantly parted; though she could tell both wanted to have a part in pleasing her most directly, she had to choose. Her left paw retreated back up her body almost forlornly, only to find comfort from its rejection by returning to its eager breast play. It flicked back and forth, doing its best to keep both stimulated...tweaking a nipple here, lightly tickling the underside there...

Meanwhile, her right paw rejoiced in her selection, and eager to please, set about its work. All the teasing of her lovely chest had gotten her slightly worked up; small drops of moisture could be seen collecting on her lower lips, dripping to the covers below. That simply wouldn't do, though...she wanted to be soaking wet, she wanted to lose herself in her own body's rapture! To that end she began to gently rub herself, every so often letting a teasing finger dip just inside her entrance, in order to ascertain whether she was ready or not. Time and again it decided it needed to tease her just a little more, and she began to pant softly as she sped up her pace, her paw furiously massaging her mound to coax an ever greater amount of her fluids out. She began dripping steadily onto the bedcovers, and her clit had long since raised its tiny head, burning red and begging to be touched, assaulted, anything to relieve the terrible pressure it was under! She denied herself that, though, determining to save that particular pleasure for later. Once she latched onto that particular part of her anatomy, she was savage, all but rushing to glorious climax, and today of all days she wanted to savor her pleasure, take it at least a bit more slowly than normal.

Finally, though, she judged herself ready. With a long, drawn out sound of pleasure, almost a hiss, she sank two of her damnably teasing fingers into her entrance slowly, before relaxing completely and simply laying there for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of something at long last filling her, if not completely. It really had been too long since she'd had time to enjoy this with her dragon, and-

She gasped, thoughts cut short as her treacherous fingers curled inside of her, their intimate knowledge of her insides allowing them to instantly seek out her most sensitive of spots and traitorously ambush it, while she hadn't been paying attention. Her entire body seized up as an intense bolt of euphoria worked its way up her spine and fed itself directly into her brain, leaving her jaw to go slack as a wordless sound of pleasure escaped her muzzle.

"Oooooohhhhh...."

Muzzle stretching in a goofy grin, she abandoned her plans of taking it slow. That had just felt too damn good! She returned to her fierce ministrations, allowing her fingers to work as they would. They curled and frolicked within her, buried as deep as she could force them, never straying too far from that one delicious spot. Soon she sunk yet another digit within her confines, thrusting all three as deep as she could get them. She was panting heavily now, tongue lolling out of her slack jaw as she pleasured herself. Her original goal of simple stress relief had become a new goal; namely, to keep these feelings going as long as possible and achieve a screaming orgasm to top it all off!

She relentlessly thrust her fingers inside of her; they were all too soon soaked in her fluids, as were the bedcovers beneath them. Her other paw had long since abandoned her breasts, as she was afraid to leave it there while writhing in such intense pleasure. She was right to be; it clutched and gouged at the covers and bedspread, tearing long rips and holes into it with her sharp vulpine claws. She regained enough of her senses to grin wildly and forced her paw to stop spasmodically destroying her bed, instead directing it to a new target.

It gladly descended in between her legs once more and settled itself near her throbbing, aching clitoris. All this time it had been left alone to stew, but now she was finally going to rectify that mistake. When two of her fingers closed over that gorgeous little nub, she let out a yowl towards the ceiling; it spoke of rapturous pleasure, and dimly she thought she would have some explaining to do to her neighbors later. Right now, though, that was the farthest thing from her mind as she assaulted her clit, rolling it in between her two fingers and rubbing it gently. Simply touching it had nearly overwhelmed her with bliss; all these combined actions only sped up her inevitable climax as she repeatedly and with great vigor vocally expressed her pleasure.

She was no longer panting; now she was making those sounds her dragon loved so much, the short, high yips of a very pleased vixen. She would be lying if she said she did not also enjoy those sounds; in fact, the erotic nature of them only drove her to piston her fingers in and out of herself faster than before, and even motivated her to squeeze a fourth slick digit into her tight, wet womanhood. Those fingers drove deep, two of them scratching at her walls in an effort to relieve her "itch" while the others took their turns either assaulting her sensitive spot of simply reaching as deep as it could go before withdrawing slowly. Gods, but it felt good to be so full! Her clit was under a merciless assault as she pinched it between her fingers almost savagely, all but screaming from the euphoria that shot through her from that one action. Her thrashing on the bed had managed to free her tail from its prison underneath her, and in order that she might prevent future embarrassment, she whipped it upwards and stuffed it into her mouth, creating a makeshift gag.

This only propelled matters further; her tail had become quite liberally soaked in her fluids from remaining downwind for so long, the result being she got a mouthful of her own taste. She had sampled herself many times before, and found the action almost unbearably arousing. Through her gag she still made her high-pitched yips, and now her eyes rolled back in her sockets as her tongue lashed all over her cyan tail, getting its first good taste of her in months. Everything was peaking, skyrocketing to a level she'd never before dreamed of, and then-

She came.

It was an explosive, messy affair to say the least. Tail stuffed firmly in her mouth, her first reflex was to nevertheless clamp her jaw shut to prevent any sounds from escaping. The resultant pain only seemed to heighten her climax, and her jaw slackened as it intensified, allowing her abused, dripping tail to slide out of her muzzle. She was no longer capable of making any sound as she rode the waves of her orgasm; her brain and all rational thought drowned in a sea of bliss that nearly overrode her entire existence. All she wanted was for this pleasure to continue without end, that she might never stop feeling so exquisite!

The walls of her womanhood clamped down tightly on her fingers, trying to squeeze and milk them for the seed it so desperately craved. A veritable flood of her fluids rushed down her passage, most of it soaking onto the bedsheets and the ruined covers, the rest coating her fingers liberally in the sticky mess. The fingers surrounding her clit spasmodically tightened for a second, causing her body to stiffen as her much too sensitive nub was abused for the final time, again overloading her brain, but that pleasing torture was soon ended as her hand relaxed completely, falling away from her thighs to rest, instead, by them on the bedspread, the sheets and covers shredded and soaked and thoroughly smelling of the vixen's sex.

She never noticed; she was already asleep, knocked out by the force and suddenness of her orgasm. A pleased, if tired grin was evident on her face as she sleep, framed by that wonderful, fiery-red hair, right paw still buried in between her thighs and inside her still-dripping womanhood, left twitching slightly as if it wanted to resume its work in pleasuring the vixen.

And, thought the dragon standing in the doorway with a grin, a very visible bulge already formed in his pants, she had never looked lovelier. He only hoped she was already up for round two...