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Is this really a good idea? The thought lay heavy on Ember's mind as the petite, pink dragoness edged her way up to Cynder's cottage. I mean she's a bit of a recluse and kinda bitchy, but... Doesn't look like anydrake else is going to look out for her?

The two dragonesses had been neighbors for as long as either of them had owned a cottage, living only two trees down from one another on the forest street. Always one to make new friends, in the months since moving in Ember had hoped that she may be able to bond with the dark-scaled dragoness. The two of them had more in common than most other dragons, the fact they were both considered short, for one. Ember's mother had been of an exotic drake-kind, leading to her growing far more in flamboyance than she did in height. Yet she was never one to let anything like that get her down, positivity was the key to her life and she was not about to let that slip now.

Yet the sounds she was hearing from Cynder's cottage did stick a wrench in her engine of joy and happiness. It almost sounded like some wild beast had broken into the home, yet none of the windows or doors were broken, and the faint flicker of candlelight was still visible behind the drawn curtains. Of course, there was also the part of her that blossomed with curiosity. There had been no direct calls for help, nor had she heard Cynder scream. The sounds were far softer, more like moans.

It's like one of those rooms down at the tavern, where drakes always go behind close curtains and make weird sounds! She thought in slight alarm, very aware that few of those drakes ever came out before her barmaid shifts ended. I never get to know what dragons do in those rooms!

She had to admit, it always concerned her, she'd seen some of the patrons who frequented the back rooms looking almost drunk and drowsy, even before she'd served them drinks. Some of the dragonesses that had worked there for longer than her would always shoot them looks, expressions smooth and sultry. Ember just couldn't understand it, it wasn't love, there was no goo-goo eyes and kissing. It was almost wrong, as if they were put under a spell.

Oh, by the ancestors, what if someone snuck in there and put Cynder under a spell!? The dragoness thought, nervously prancing on the spot as she glanced about the dark street. Gah! I really am too late to go for help!

Her eyes narrowed, brow furrowing as her face scrunched in determination.

I'll have to save her myself, even if she is always such a big meanie. She placed one forepaw forward, scurrying along the front path as she imagined the assassins in old legends would. Maybe after this, she'll see I'm just like her, then we can finally be buddies!

Despite the naiveté of the thought, Ember couldn't ignore the fact that she knew part of her only wanted to do this to try and win some of Cynder's affection. It wasn't hard to tell (no matter how hard she tried to hide it) that Cynder was so lonely. Ember knew little about the dark dragonesses past, beyond her corruption at the claws of the dark master, but she was sure the dragoness she saw on a daily basis was nothing like that.

There was that one dragon she used to date. Spyro I think, he was the purple dragon!? She recalled, pausing just below Cynder's window and lifting a forepaw to her chin. But he dumped her, didn't he? Urg, so sad, the poor girl just needs a hug.

Regardless, always one to offer positivity where it was needed, Ember pressed her back to the wall and folded her wings like a flowery cloak, glaring up at the window. The odd sounds seemed to have calmed for now, but the pink dragoness was sure she could still hear faint shuffling and grunts.

I have to find a way in there and fast. She thought, heart racing with anticipation as she slid toward the door. Don't worry Cynder, I'm coming.

Cold stone met her haunches as she set down before the door, head tilting left, then right as she considered how exactly she was going to get in. It didn't look like it was locked, yet she also considered the fact that if something dangerous was inside it would surely expect her to enter through the front door. The longer she remained there, however; the more sounds met her ears. There was a sound like shuffling, then a faint whimper.

That doesn't sound like a sad whimper though, more like the... Disappointed kind? The dragoness struggled to pinpoint exactly what she was hearing, knowing she'd heard sounds of the like before, but only ever behind the din of rabble at the tavern. She can't be having a party in there or something can she?

It was another possibility she'd failed to consider. Not only that, but the idea that Cynder would host a party and not invite her was far more disappointing than any of the faint whimpers.

No, she can't be, I didn't see anyone else go in, and I know almost everyone on the street. Ember reasoned as she crept right up to the door and pressed a forepaw to it. Maybe I should knock then run around to the back door, catch whoever it is by surprise?

From the looseness of the latch, she knew for sure the front door wasn't locked. Not only that, but she was sure she could sneak around the back in the time it took someone to answer and figure out they'd been tricked. All in all, it was a devious plan she was quite proud of, and as she lifted the clasp to knock, she grinned.

That's it whoever you are, mastermind Ember's going to trick...

"Gah, Cry, fuck! Watch it!" There was a yelp from within, followed by angry words and a slew of moans.

Ember jumped, almost scared out of her scales, before she winced and any careful consideration flew right out the window. Her giddy compulsiveness was just another attribute that always saw her get into a great deal of trouble. But right there and then, she didn't care. She leaped up, gave as fearsome a roar as she could muster (no more than a shrill squee to be precise), and charged the door horns first, almost ramming it off its hinges.

"Okay, you creepy, disappointing-moaning maniacs who didn't invite me to Cynder's party, back off!" she declared at the top of her lungs, breath drained as she reared up like a bucking stallion. "Cynder's my buddy and..."

Ember's voice trailed off as she was met with a pair of stunned expressions, and after a moment of cold realization she'd walked in on something intimate, she slipped to the floor, stammering. "Oh... I... He's naked and... You... Sounds in your... Eep!"

"Ember?" It was Cynder to speak first, looking back over her shoulder, and the arctic fox with his cock up her tail, before her eyes shot wide as she realized exactly what had just transpired. "Oh fuck, by the ancestors, Ember!"

"I thought you said you'd locked the door!?" the fox asked in alarm, and Ember concluded his name was Cry, from the voice she'd heard.

"Umrph..." Cynder's face contorted, her hips jiggling as she tried to better position herself. "I thought I did... Narg... get off me for a moment, Cry..."

Cry looked less than thrilled to be pulling out of his dragoness, seemingly interrupted in the midst of a furious rutting. Nevertheless, after a few awkward minutes Cynder rounded on ember, the fox still stuck to her as she waddled over to the intruder. All the while Ember stood there, frozen in stunned silence like a statue as she lifted one forepaw to jab at the knotted pair, confused sounds seeping from her agape muzzle.

"What in the ancestors' name are you doing in here!?" Cynder finally snapped, embarrassment irritation and the fact a cock was still stuffing her full causing her voice to become louder than she'd like. "Don't you know it's rude to barge into someone's home?!"

"W-what... I... you..." Ember seemed to shake from her stunned stooper as if she were thawing from winter ice in spring. "The sounds, all the ruckus, you... It sounded like you were in danger... or having a party or something."

Cynder balked, apparently taken aback by the observations as she pressed a forepaw to her chest and snorted.

"I'm in danger? Why would you ever think I was in danger? I'm an adult, I can handle myself!" The dark scaled dragoness gave an indignant snort, throwing her head back and glancing toward the fox still awkwardly locked to her rump. "Not only that, you know I'm not childish enough for parties."

Ember cocked her head, really unsure as to what she'd seen. The fox still had his thing up Cynder's tail, but why? Was that what folks did behind closed doors at the tavern, was it some kind of game? She felt like an idiot for not knowing, and had a sudden urge to find out. Surely Cynder would show her, maybe it was fun. Either way, as she glanced around at the fox still crouched behind the black dragoness, she saw that he'd recovered from his shock far faster than Cynder, and now looked at the pair with newfound interest, as if he were working something out.

"So what was that, some kind of game?" Ember asked bluntly, motioning a forepaw toward the two of them. "It's gotta be fun if it was that noisy, like charades, guess the sound or something?"

Cynder blinked, her wings fidgeting like ruffled paper as she shifted her paws awkwardly.

"You're joking, right?" The dark dragoness deadpanned, her expression falling flat as Ember regarded her with a confused look. "Ember has...?" Cynder's face scrunched, as if giving this talk was just as awkward as the rod filling her folds. "Has anyone ever told you about sex?"

"Oh, sex!" Ember reasoned, waving a dismissive forepaw as if every issue had blown away with that confession. "Yeah, when a drake and a dragoness love each other very much they go into a room and have a snuggle party."

Cynder blinked again, her mouth moving as she struggled to formulate words. Meanwhile, Ember's eyes narrowed.

"Ha, so it was a party... At least a party for you two!" she declared, jabbing an accusing forepaw at the pair.

Yet it wasn't Cynder who managed to break free of the awkward stammering that had consumed her words, but the fox, who as of yet, had remained calculatingly silent.

"Game, party, whatever you want to call it, it is very fun," he cooed, as with a wiggle, twist and grunt, he pope free of Cynder and drifted round, admiring the two dragonesses as he ran a hand over the former's spine. "And Cynder is very good at it."

The dark dragoness stifled a choking sound as she shifted uneasily, glancing up at the fox as he fixed his hungry eyes upon Ember.

"You must be Ember, if my companion here is correct," he offered, and the pink dragoness smiled pleasantly as she held out a forepaw for him to shake.

"Yep, that's me, at your service," she chirped, and he grinned as he took her paw in greeting.

"At my service, you say?" he cooed, his smile almost devious as Cynder's cheeks turned bright red. "Well, I'm Crytrauv. Cynder's new master."

"New master?" Ember asked, head tilting curiously. "Is that like... her proxy dad or something?"

"What, no!" Cynder suddenly blurted, shoving between the two and edging Ember back towards the door. "He's not my dad, this is not the kind of fun for you, so goodnight and..."

"Now, now, Cynder, dear, this is no way to treat a guest." Crytrauv intercepted the two, closing the door. "She came to have a party with you, why not give her one?"

"Well, at first I came to rescue her, but a sex party sounds good," Ember corrected, then looked at Cynder giddily. "But whatever you were doing, it sounded like all the things they hide from me at work... Oh, please tell me what it is."

"Ember you talk about sex like you're a damn hatchling, where do I even start?" Cynder deadpanned, only for Ember to counter in an equally dry tone.

"Hey, I'm a year older than you!"

Cynder rolled her eyes, unable to understand how a dragoness in her mid-twenties was so childishly naive. Either way, it didn't look like there was any way out for her as Crytrauv loomed over the pair.

"So, two fine dragonesses for the rest of the night? Oh, I have struck some gold here," he mused, and Cynder shot him a pained look, prompting him to add. "Why the long face, I thought you'd want to mix things up?"

"All night!? Wow, I mean I had no plans other than sleeping and sex sounds super fun!" Ember added eagerly, and Cynder rolled her eyes yet again.

"Ember, you know what happens, right?" she asked again, and at the question, a sudden blush crept into the pink dragonesse's cheeks.

"I... Of course, I do," she stated as if it was the most simple thing in the world. "I just saw you two, he puts his long thing up my tail-hole."

Cynder was once again stumped, blushing far harder than the naive dragoness as Crytrauv merely chuckled.

"That's good enough for me, but first, how about you give me a little show of what you can do?" he prompted as he glanced around for something, before moving over to a sack in the corner.

"What I can do? You mean like, under my tail?" Ember asked, then added. "Well, I pretty much use it everyday for..."

"Too much detail, not that!" Cynder interrupted, pressing a forepaw to Ember's snout."That's not what he means... Urg, how are you so clueless?"

"Don't worry, Cynder will help you under your tail," Crytrauv declared, and the two dragonesses blushed hard as they looked his way.

"She will?" Ember asked, more red than pink as Cynder added.

"I will?" Also blushing.

"Oh yes, you will. You're still bound to me Cynder and I think a show while I recuperate is in order," Crytrauv suggested, and the two dragonesses glanced at one another.

"I mean..." Ember scuffed a paw at the floorboards. "You can go under my tail Cynder, we're buddies, right?"

"Urg, whatever, just hold still and lift your ass," Cynder huffed as she slinked round to Ember's rear. "Damn, you're... You smell so..."

"I mean, I use a lot of flowery scale-soap, so I hope it smells good," Ember giggled, glancing back at the dark dragoness as she lifted her rear and coiled her tail back. "Ooo, I've never posed like this before."

"You look good at it, trust me," Crytrauv informed, as he glanced through the sack, periodically glancing the pairs' way. "Now Cynder, show her what she's missing."

"Okay, pink-scales, hold still... If you really want to know, this should feel good," the dark dragoness promised as she leaned close and gave a long lick.

"Good, I hope so I..." The moment Cynder's tongue met the outer edges of her pussy, Ember's words trailed off. "Ooooo... That... Umph."

Cynder paused, the tip of her muzzle trailing strings of fluid as she judged Ember's first time response. The pink dragoness seemed at a loss for words, her face still slumped in an odd tranquility, before she let out a slow breath and asked.

"Is that it, why did you stop?" Her look was almost pleading, and it was clear she was not as innocent as she first appeared as she blushed red hot. "It feels... really good."

"Well, that's just the start, you're going to love this," Cynder responded, receiving a satisfied look from Crytrauv as he retrieved more straps from the sack and went to rubbing his cock.

Gripping one of Ember's firm flanks in a forepaw, talons pressing on pink scales, Cynder plunged the tip of her muzzle into the dragonesses tight folds and began to slowly lick in search of a love button. All the while Ember's happy attitude was slowly overcome by a deep desire, a lust for Cynder to do more. The feeling was like heat under her tail, similar to that she got every year about this time and did her best to ignore. Yet in such heats, she'd noticed how fine some of her fellow dragons looked, mainly male, never dragonesses. Yet right now a dragoness felt so right. Her paws shifted, rear legs spaced apart as she felt wet fluids seep from under her tail and dribble down with Cynder's saliva.

Cynder, for her part, was stuck constantly judging whether Ember liked it or not. Her moans, and inviting movements made it clear she at least felt good. Yet this was Cynder's first time pleasuring another female, and while she admitted she'd liked the look of dragonesses before, right now she was caught ensuring she still came off as a girl who knew what she was doing. She wanted her dominating facade to stay strong, no matter how dim Ember may be. Nevertheless, as the two worked, moaning just as loud a din that had drawn Ember here in the first place, Crytrauv moved from his seat, and drifted over to the pair, admiring every inch of the horny scene before him.

"My, my, you two really are going at it," he observed, as he ran a claw over Cynder's back, then down to Ember's. "Ember, you're surprisingly good at this for your first time."

"I... I always aim to impress... N­-no less for friends right?" Ember forced through her pants and exertions as her claws grit the floorboards and her muzzle scrunched. "Narggg... Arggg. Why does it feel like there's so much pressure back there... I... I'm gonna pop!"

"That's all part of it, my sweet, just let your body go," Crytrauv mused in slow encouragement as he reached out and grabbed Cynder's horns, holding her muzzle to Ember's pussy and forcing the eating out to continue. "Just feel how wet she makes you, feel how good it is... Then think what it will be like when I shove my cock in there."

"Y-you put it in... Oh, by the ancestors, that... It's... Gah!" Ember could hardly speak as her eyes popped wide, and it was clear from the wet sounds under her tail and Cynder's moans, that she'd just cum. "Umpph... So... good!"

Crytrauv leaned back, content with letting the two of them continue as he moved back over to the sack and presented what he'd retrieved.

"Oh my... That feeling, I... Umph... I think my tail-hole just exploded, is it okay?" Ember panted, wiggling her hips as she imagined not having a tail anymore.

"It's fine, you just came hard," Cynder drew back and purred, her muzzle coated with sticky cum. "First of many, I hope."

"Oh, I can assure you it will be," Crytrauv declared as he made his way back to his dragonesses with a new set of harness straps. "I didn't know you'd brought so much, Cynder."

"I brought everything you asked for, don't pretend," Cynder snapped as she drew back from Ember's rump, and the pink dragoness flopped down with the most pleasured expression she'd ever boasted. "But there's not enough for both of us, so don't get any ideas."

"Straps and ropes?" Ember asked as she glanced upwards. "Is there going to be a sexy piñata or something?"

"That's one way you could put it, one of you is going to be tied upside down," Crytrauv told them with a devilish smirk. "I think I'll get between your legs first, you pretty, pink, thing."

Regardless of where she found herself, Ember gave an eager squee as Cynder huffed and pouted, wings drooping.

"Sure, you've fucked me all night, now just toss me out for another sexy tail. Story of my life." Despite the dark dragonesse's irritation, Crytrauv's ambitions didn't waver, in fact, his confidence grew.

"Oh, Cynder, you really think you'll get off so easy?" he purred as he wrapped a strap over her neck. "You said you wanted to be on top, so you hold this little one up for me and I may take you for another round."

"Hold her up? She's bigger than me!" Cynder's face was a mask of confusion for a moment before Crytrauv shoved her down and wrapped a strap around her hips, before coiling it over Ember's. "W-what are you doing, Cry?"

"You said it yourself, there's not enough harnesses for both of you, so I'll just tie you both in the same one," he responded, tugging the strap tight and shoving the pairs' rears together with a wet slap.

"Oh, Cynder, we can be sexy buddies!" Ember called enthusiastically, as Crytrauv forced the two of them down and began tying their wastes, then shoulders. "Oh, being so close to you, it makes me feel all wet and slippery!"

"Well, I guess if you had no idea what sex is, that's why I never took you for a lesbian," Cynder grunted as she wiggled herself into a better position, before a slap from Crytrauv forced her to jump up, Ember tied under her. "Fuck... You're heavy."

"Sorry, I ate this afternoon," Ember admitted with a blush as she curled her tail around Cynder's for support, the black dragonesse's legs quivering with the added strain. "But I do feel like a sexy piñata!"

"Of course you do," Cynder deadpanned, as she huffed and glanced Crytrauv's way. "Well, here we are, gonna fuck us?"

Once again the fox leaned back, seeming to admire the view as much as he'd done the last time. The two of them pressed together, their slits wet and so close. He could almost imagine the line where pink met black as a single hole, but it was clear which female he was after this time.

"So eager, Cynder, so eager," he purred, almost mockingly as he stroked his shaft to a higher mast, it's bright red length captivating Ember's attention. "But first, I think I need to show Ember what she's missing."

"Hehe, well, I have no idea what a lesbian is, but if you're going to put that up my butt, then feel free," the pink dragoness giggled. "If it feels half as good as Cynder's licking, I can't wait."

"You really have no idea what this is, do you?" Cynder asked, looking down at the dragonesse's eager face suspended inches from her own. "There's a lot between licking and mounting, and there's a hole other than your butt."

"So, I wanna know how it feels. All the girls at work do it in the back rooms, so why can't I?" Ember reasoned and Cynder blinked.

"Ember, those are not the..." The dark dragoness was cut off by a shrill eep as Ember felt the tip of Crytrauv's cock meet her entrance.

"Now, now, Cynder, let's not spoil the surprise for her," the fox suggested, cupping the dark dragonesse's rump as he slipped into Ember. "I think... She deserves... to feel good her first time."

"Ohhhh, that feels... so funny but... Narrh." Once more the pink dragoness was lost for words as she felt her pussy part like wet parchment, Crytrauv's cock sliding inward.

"Oh, she is tight, tighter than you," the fox admitted, slapping Cynder's ass. "And she..." He gave a shove and Ember moaned. "She really wants it!"

"Oh, I do, I do!" Ember practically sang, her flipped legs kicking as Cynder struggled to stay upright, feeling secondary vibrations from the thrust mere inches from her pussy as the three of them started to rut hard.

"Umph... Narrg... Gah!" Ember grunted and huffed over and over as the two of them rode Crytrauv's cock as one, hot cum dripping from them both as the fox went on.

"Oh, such needy girls, that's it, moan for me," Crytrauv demanded as he shoved harder and harder, both females feeling his knot, even as it threatened to shove its way into Ember. "Such good girls"

"Ohhh, why does it feel like it gets so much wider the deeper it goes?" Ember panted, a hint of trepidation welling in her as Cynder snorted.

"That's his knot, you idiot... It... It... Oh, fuck!" Cynder came hard, the night's worth of rutting having loosened her up enough to ensure the secondary thrusts made her gush. "Arrffhhh!"

"She's right, it is my knot, and you..." Crytrauv began to say through his heavy exertions. "You are going to take it!

"I... what... wait... what?" Ember was confronted by the pair of them lost in their rut, and got no response before she felt her pussy stuffed full with the fox's ripe knot. "Oh, by the ancestors... Gah... so big!"

It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, yet having not been plowed like this, she had little to make a comparison to. Either way, the feeling of her tight passage being tied to the fox caused her to roar out in blissful ecstasy, smoke curling from her flared nostrils.

"Arrg... Lucky for you, I'm fireproof!" Cynder hissed as flames from Ember tickled her scales, yet the pink dragoness was lost in her rut, snarling as she came over and over.

His cock coated in sleek cum, Crytrauv kept going, until he was on the very edge, and just like before there was no intent on pulling out as he glared down at the two dragonesses and declared.

"That's it you two... Y-you're mine, all mine!"

The feeling of getting licked, penetrated, then knotted was nothing next to the sensation Ember had as she felt the explosive force of Crytrauv's climax fill her. His cock twitched and shuddered, shooting in more and more, until his thrusting ran dry and he slowed, panting hard.

"Took that load with no complaint, good girl," he purred, patting her rump as she wiggled her hips and replied.

"Anything for you, that felt so good!"

"You really have no idea what he just did, do you?" Cynder snorted, grunting as Crytrauv gave another shove, his knot, and the harness ensuring the three of them were stuck like this for some time. "He just came in you!"

"Yeah, so? It feels all warm and fuzzy!" Ember reasoned, shoving back against the fox's knot. "Mmm, and so good, maybe I'll get him to go again."

"You realize that's how you get pregnant, right?" Cynder added bluntly, and Ember blinked as the dark dragoness added. "That's all he's been trying to do!"

"Isn't that where babies come from, or am I wrong?" Ember asked and Cynder had to bite back her frustration as she snapped.

"Yes, it is, you fool. You swell up full of whelps then they pop out and mess up your life... Urg... Hardly worth the good time."

"Now, now, Cynder we already discussed this, you're probably not even able to get pregnant," Crytrauv cooed, still awash with the heat of his afterglow, before adding as he gave another shove. "Not that I'd mind if you did."

"Umph... Babies, come out of me... I...?" Ember's face was clouded by confusion before she giggled and added. "Silly Cynder, he's a fox, what's the worst that can happen?"

"The worst?" Cynder asked, looking at the two of them, utterly lost in their orgasmic bliss. "I've been asking myself that all night."

********

Four months later:

"You know, I think Smoulder is a good name... Or... Or Kindle, even if they're boy or girl it fits," Ember announced giddily as she lounged her gravid form on a set of pillows. "Gah, I can hardly think, I'm so excited!"

"Congratulations, you picked two, only like... four more to go..." Cynder groaned, rolling onto her back as she rested a forepaw on her swelling belly. "Care to name mine too? I don't have the will to do it."

"Aww, you're always such a sour-scale, Cynder. You talk like there are hundreds in there, Cry said there's only two," Ember responded as she rubbed her own gravid bump. "I'm pretty sure I've felt them kick too, so they must be half fox."

"Certainly feels like there are hundreds in there," Cynder huffed, glowering at the bump under her scales that had steadily been swelling with new life. "And they don't kick, that's just gas, morning sickness or something."

No matter how much she denied those ideas, she had to admit this didn't look or feel like a regular dragon pregnancy. Surely they should have both laid eggs by now, but still, they were growing with no signs of labor. Not that she wanted it to come fast. She wanted the eggs out, she didn't want to have to endure the pain of pushing them out. Ember on the other paw, was adamant that her little hybrid chicks were growing more like foxes than dragons, and never stopped yapping on about it.

"No, no, I know what both of those feel like, this is not the same," Ember assured as she rubbed her bump from peak to base. "They move and they hear my voice, I know they do, it's so cute."

"Oh yes, absolutely adorable," Cynder deadpanned as she stared over at the bubbly dragoness. "Well, when we both pop, you can take care of them all. I'll just take Cry."

"Don't say that, we're not going to pop," Ember retorted sheepishly. "I read the books, birth is a great thing, my slit will open like a blooming flower, and new life will blossom into..."

"Okay, that's enough, I don't need another lecture." Cynder cut Ember off before the pink dragoness could go on another fertility tirade, rolling onto her aching paws and waddling away. "I'm getting food."

"Hehe, so it was your tummy growling that made all that noise?" Ember giggled and Cynder glowered.

"My tummy is not loud and..."

The sound of the cottage door creaking open silenced both pregnant dragonesses as Crytrauv finally entered. Adorned in robes and with fur neatly groomed, the fox smiled at his two mates as he asked.

"And how are my two mothers today?"

The two dragonesses exchanged glances, Ember giddily telling him how happy she was while Cynder hissed.

"Great, no thanks to you." She promptly resumed her wobble to the kitchen.

"She's still just a grumpy scales, wants her babies out," Ember informed, and Cynder shot her flowery friend a sour look.

"Haha, you and me both, Cynder," Crytrauv assured, as he caught the dragonesse's bitter stare. "The sooner you pop, the sooner I can put more in."