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It was all too typical that when Tango Zulu was nearing the end of his work week, late on a Friday afternoon, there were projects piling up that would have to wait until Monday. Ever the efficient worker, however, Tango was determined to get as much work done as physically possible so he could actually relax and enjoy his weekend, rather than stressing about the work week ahead on the following Monday.

The fact that this Friday was the hottest day of the summer thus far, and that the air was rife with humidity certainly wasn't helping the exotic looking dragon focus on his work. If anything, as sweat beaded down over the red scales of his chest, and the vibrant green scales of his arms, the dragon was losing his focus, a far reach from the normally calm and collected personality that he held.

A particularly challenging order was the current bane of Tango's existence, and though he was an extremely skillful apprentice at his father's smithy, he was still having just the slightest bit of a challenge getting the sword before him to bend just to the right specifications of the customer. It wasn't just a curve in the blade that was giving him trouble; it was that the way that the blade of the sword curved out, then back, and straightened out right at the tip in such an unnatural pattern, it was amazing that Tango was able to work it into anything close to the right shape.

"That'll show me for trying to take on a project like this right before closing time on a Friday..." he muttered quietly, once again doing his best to keep his cool. As tall and domineering as he appeared, Tango was actually a very modest dragon, and his voice always failed to carry against the louder sounds of clanging hammers and roaring fires in the smithy. It was all too common that Tango would be in the shop a little after closing time, just because nobody would notice that he was still there, thanks to his quiet voice and demeanor. Late on a Friday, of course, he would normally be one of the only people in the shop anyway, but there was one other in the shop that evening, and no matter how quiet Tango was, she always seemed to be able to find him.

As sweat dripped and beaded through the bright, cyan blue hair on Tango's head, dripping down to the fire before him and sizzling as it evaporated on the coals and bricks, something grey was coming closer and closer, something that, even if Tango couldn't see, he could almost certainly feel. Already a unique dragon in his own right, Tango was blessed with the companionship of having his own familiar.

"It'll show you indeed," Erna, the small, grey Celtic dragon whispered, sneaking all the way up behind Tango and hovering just behind his right shoulder. Tango did his best to try to stay focused on the task at hand, keeping his eyes down on the piece of unusually twisted and gnarled steel in front of him. "You really work too hard for your own good, Tango. Maybe you can knock off a bit early tonight? You've only got five minutes left on the clock anyway, and there's no one else around..."

Tango was always the type to let his actions speak for themselves, and his dedication around the shop was beyond contest. What else was true, however, was that Erna knew the taller dragon inside and out, and knew all of the right buttons to push to get him in the mood for fun, instead of work. "I'd rather deal with this now than later, Erna. I've got way too much on my plate right now to end the night early, even if it were just five minutes."

Erna was, in some ways, more than happy to watch her friend work. Just fluttering behind him there, she could see the muscles in his shoulders tense up each time he lifted a hefty hammer over his head and swung it down, the peaks of his muscles rising to the occasion and standing firm against each impact. The definition in his biceps was just as exciting to her, as Tango re-gripped the hammer time and time again, causing his arms to flare up and tense, small veins coming up to the surface of his scales and showing off the body that could be achieved through hard work in a labor intensive, demanding job.

If Erna wasn't already aroused, just watching Tango work was lighting a fire within her, far more intense than the one Tango worked at. "Come now, Tango. You can pick up on this project on Monday morning. You've been working so hard all week, and you're obviously in need of some relief from all of this work. You're so tense..." Erna murmured quietly at the back of his ear, letting her wings drape over his warm, moistened shoulder and gently flicker against it, trying to cool off some of the no doubt roaring passion for his work. "I can feel it. I can literally feel all of it, Tango. You've been harboring so much tension and drive for your job that it's eating you up inside...through our connection, I can feel all of it, and you know I just want to help..."

"Of course you do," Tango replied quickly, a small smile forming in the corner of his muzzle, "But that doesn't mean I can just quit in the middle of this."

The clock struck 7 PM just then, signaling the end of the work day with a pleasant chorus of chimes from the small clock at the front desk of the shop, but there was no one else there to hear it. Once again, Tango let his dedication shine through, even if there was only one soul around to see it. "Sure you can! You have other projects to attend to, y'know...namely, me!"

Erna had such a playful attitude, and such a way with words that Tango couldn't help a small chuckle at that. "You're not a project, you're a dragon...and I don't think hitting you with a hammer would be good for your health."

"Who said anything about a hammer?" Erna teased, crawling over Tango to the front of his body, her own, nude figure pressing down against his shoulder and then his chest as she crawled down, but looked back up at him. Erna was certainly quite a bit smaller than Tango, but that didn't stop them from exploring each other in a sexual way before. Erna knew it was just a matter of getting Tango to switch gears. "Unless you're talking about this hammer, of course..."

Tango wanted to groan, but the feel of Erna's cool, soothing scales against his heated body kept him from being too upset. "E-Erna! Mnn...I really, really need to focus here!"

"There's plenty for you to focus on if you'd put that hammer down and put this one to use instead." Erna brushed the soft, velvety flesh of her wing over Tango's covered manhood, still looking back at him as she did. "I know you'd love to try and fit this thing inside me again, after how much you enjoyed it last time."

There was certainly no denying that. Tango tried desperately to keep hammering away at the steel before him. He gripped the hammer tighter, gritted his fangs and slammed away at the blade, even as Erna slowly swiped her wing back and forth over the front of his shorts. He tried to think about something, anything else, keeping his eyes on the fire he worked in...until he felt just the tiniest bit of wetness upon his tummy.

Turning his gaze downward, Tango saw Erna reaching back with her other wing, the claws upon her forelimbs spreading open her treasured womanhood and revealing a tiny trickle of arousal, one that dripped right down to his navel and settled there. It truly spoke to the focus and dedication to his father's business that Tango wasn't already in a frenzy for Erna, but in their connection, she knew that about him, and respected him for it.

She was just more interested in his dedication to her right now.

"C'mon, Tango...I know I've got your attention now."

Displaying a level of restraint that could put any caged submissive to shame, Tango still managed to take one more swing with the hammer, trying to keep his focus on his work for one moment longer, but it would all be for naught.

"Not gonna fuck me, hm? That's fine...I'll just take what I want, then."

Tango dropped the hammer immediately as he watched Erna dive into his shorts, the much smaller dragon easily sneaking through his waistband and right into his briefs. She was determined, she was aroused, and thanks to their connection, Tango could sense just how serious it was, even if he didn't feel Erna wrapping her wings around his long, thick draconian member.

"E-Erna! What're you..."

"You know damn well what I'm doing, Tango. I just told you!" She replied rather playfully, encasing his heated member in her cool wings and giving it a quick, soothing brush. The softer, velvety flesh within her wingspan teased against a growing length, and Tango silently mused just how lucky he was. That softer flesh was so gentle, so smooth that no set of paws in the world could compare. A wingjob from Erna was more pleasurable than a handjob from any other being, and she could feel it, deep within her, just how much Tango enjoyed it. Even unable to see his face, she knew he was smiling, and it brought a smile to her muzzle as well. There was no sexual encounter between the two where Erna didn't take Tango's feelings into consideration, and at the end of it, if she knew he really hadn't wanted this, she would have stopped from the very beginning.

She was his friend. She was his familiar. She was his lover. No matter what she was to him, she cared for him deeply, and the connection they shared was about to be culminated once again, right there in the shop.

The cooling caress of Erna's wings finally broke Tango, and his will to try and keep working. He couldn't lean against the hot bricks of the forge in front of him, but the delightful feel of his familiar clinging around his cock was making his knees weak. He simply needed to lean on something, but having nothing to go to, he slowly fell back and lowered himself to the floor, and Erna expertly held onto his erect shaft the whole way, brushing her wings up and down over the length, and slowly swirling them from side to side with remarkable dexterity. What started as a slow, guided move to the floor turned into Tango simply falling onto his back, his cock tenting his shorts up and creating a small space for Erna to move around in. She couldn't help a small giggle as she noticed the sudden increase in space, and she only stifled the noise by guiding her small muzzle to the tip of his sizable length and gently lapping at it with the flat of her forked tongue.

"Only y-you, Erna," Tango whispered, but in the empty store, with the forges settling down and the fires dying, Erna could hear him clear as a bell. "Only you could...nngh...get me to do this right here in the shop...it's so naughty..."

Rumbling quietly from the back of her throat in appreciation for his delicious flavor, Erna smiled against her treat, one that was far more than a mouthful. "That's the point," she replied, her voice becoming thick with lust as their interlude carried on, but still, there was a playful air about it that Tango simply loved. "Seems to me that you're enjoying this quite a bit, now that you finally got that stick out of your butt..."

A small splash of precum coated Erna's entire muzzle, a result of their difference in size. Erna made it no secret to Tango that while she could shift sizes whenever she pleased, and usually with relative ease, she had a huge kink for size difference in their play, and currently just barely bigger than the massive erection she was teasing, even a small burst of liquid would be a full drink for her. "How could I not? You're...so good..." Tango murmured, his voice melting away into a low, pleasured moan. Not one to deny himself a show, the larger dragon reached down and gripped his claws into his shorts, giving them a quick tug down until they sat around his ankles. His briefs, he removed more carefully as to not hurt his smaller lover, but as he pulled them free, he was greeted with the sight of Erna narrowing her eyes at him, grinning a devious, sultry grin and slurping her forked tongue along the tip of his length, slurping and lapping greedily at all the precum she could handle. Having tested the limits of what her smaller form can take before, Tango had no concerns about her having too much to drink.

"What a little flatterer..." Erna crooned, her voice almost sing-songish as she taunted her spiritual partner. She was having all the fun in the world, now, and each gentle brush, each delicate stroke of her wings against the now throbbing flesh of his cock drew forth just a little more liquid for her to indulge. "Tango, my goodness! You're leaking like a faucet down here...don't tell me you're getting close already..."

Whereas Tango was always filled with heat and fire, born with the gift of being an elemental, Erna was the very embodiment of an ice drake, her body literally cold to the touch, and as a result, the flicker of her tongue was akin to Erna rubbing an ice cube against Tango's heated flesh. It was a stark sensation that would bring any male to climax before too long, and given their special connection, Tango knew that Erna could easily rush him into his own if he wasn't careful. Tango bit down on his lower lip, trying to fight against the sensations, perhaps even still fighting the battle he'd already lost for his work ethic, but it was all be meaningless in the face of Erna's delicate touch and clever wiles. Her icy tongue swirled around the head of his cock once more, sending a deep shiver into his groin and all the way up into his stomach, nearly ending his fight right then and there. "C-can't...help it..." Tango said, his voice riddled with the strain of fighting against an impending release. The large, shimmering claws upon his feet and tail were already scraping at the brickwork floor of the smithy, scratching along the surface and leaving behind the story of a lustful encounter that neither of the pair would soon forget.

Tango certainly wouldn't forget the next moment, when Erna suddenly unwrapped her wings and left his heated cock standing erect, still dripping, but entirely untouched. She licked the last remnants of his juices from her muzzle and simply admired his length, still loving that she was almost dwarfed by it. It was just a bit taller than she was, and much thicker. She wanted to hug and squeeze it, to hold onto it tightly as it literally bathed her in the warm, thick seed that she so desperately desired...but she needed her own release, as well.

"If that's the case, Tango, then I think you'd better give me mine first. Can't have you finishing ahead of me, can we?" she asked, giving her friend a flirtatious wink and flapping her wings, slowly fluttering up to rest herself upon his broad chest. Her whole body fit upon the length of his torso in her current form, and the ridges of his scales made a delightful improvised sex toy for Erna. Resting her forelimbs against his collarbone, Erna spread her thighs and straddled against him, letting the proudly erect nub of her clit grind against the different levels of scales and send pleasure coursing through her body. "Mmnn...how 'bout it, stud? Think you can handle satisfying one more customer before the end of your shift?"

"Since you're my favorite customer, I suppose I can make an exception," Tango shot back, hypnotized by the lewd, private show that Erna was putting on for him. It was rare that he would be so playful, even in the midst of a lustful affair, but Erna knew just how to bring it out of him, and with his obligation, she whirled herself around and flickered her long, whip-like tail up and out of the way. Her glistening sex was already pouting with need, and now that Tango was turned on as well, he happily guided the tip of a single, clawed finger to her drooling treasure, putting a small amount of pressure right upon her clit and drawing a pleading gasp out from the teasing dragoness.

"T-Tango! That's it! R-right there!" Erna cried out in elation, wincing her eyes shut tight as a silly grin spread across her lips. She was as playful as ever, even in the heat of the moment, but she knew how to take control of a situation, despite her diminutive size, and she had Tango on a string, fulfilling her every sexual desire right then. As small as she was, that single pawtip could only just barely penetrate her soaked folds, but with another gentle push, Tango penetrated her, fingering his cute little familiar right upon his chest and grinning as he did, watching her small form writhe with delight against his scales. She braced her wings down against his chest, groaning with a need that Tango's warm, long fingers wouldn't quite satisfy.

She needed him to take things one step further, and knowing their connection, the trust, friendship and love that they shared, by any name, she knew he'd pick up on that need easily.

That's it, Tango...do it...

Aided by the fiery skills that made him a living furnace, Tango drew his clawed finger back, only to replace it with exactly what Erna wanted: his long, slick, heated tongue. Pressing up against the unnaturally cool flesh of her body, Erna felt a shock run through the entirety of her being as the skillful tongue, bigger than her whole torso, brushed down from her chest, down across the small, rigid scales of her tummy, and further, all the way down until it reached her nether region, soaking her body, and most importantly to her, her clit in a small trickle of saliva. Erna could feel her mind going blank with pleasure as the sensations simply flooded her body, her nerves lighting ablaze as her talented partner feasted upon her delicious folds. It wasn't just a sexual act; Tango was tender with Erna, his tongue gliding over her glistening sex in just the right way, knowing exactly how she liked to be touched, and as usual, his actions spoke louder than his words, as Erna could feel his care for her in every gentle passing of the tongue.

"Tango! Yeeeeeees...that's it! Please don't stop!" Erna was already nearing her own climax now, as the Tango's sizable tongue could hit every one of her hotspots in a single stroke, and he didn't just focus on her clit. The skillful dragon pushed his tongue up against her labia, right along her clit, and then forced the rest of the length up, tickling over her chest and the sensitive nerve endings that rested under her scales. Her silver cheeks were flushed under the scales with pink and crimson as she shamelessly rode against the tongue, knowing it would make a mess of her and not having a care in the world if it did. Erna wrapped her wings around the tongue, clinging to it just the same as she had his cock before, and held on for dear life as the constant heat against her cool, slippery clit drove her up the wall, closer and closer to a rapid and powerful orgasm. In a way, she felt selfish for taking hers first, and Tango could sense it, but he also knew she had something more in store for him, and wanting to satisfy his adorable little familiar, he gave her clit one more hard thrust with the tip of his tongue.

His reward was a thin, cold stream of female ejaculate, coating the flesh of his tongue with her most hidden and delicious flavors. Tango couldn't properly speak, quite literally tongue tied, but he rumbled lowly in delight as a second streak of feminine juices squirted across his tongue and Erna tensed up, clinging tight around his tongue and freezing in place, her hips thrusting down against the offending tongue in jagged, sudden movements. "YES! T-Tango...that's the spot! I'm cumming!"

Tango tilted his head up and back just a little, letting the delightfully sweet stream of cool juices pour down over the length of his tongue and into his muzzle, drinking up his familiar's desire and still tickling her netherlips with the tip of his tongue, letting her ride out the last waves of her orgasm and pleasuring her deeply as a thanks for helping him to relax and unwind after a long day. Of course, watching such a lewd display, Tango was still stiff, and a small stream of precum was still pouring down the underside of his shaft as his length throbbed helplessly at the air, still waiting for a release, and still being hit by the aftershocks of her own orgasm, Erna got a terribly naughty idea.

"Looks like...ha...ah...someone still needs to get off. My poor T-Tango...all pent up and no climax to be had...yet." As delightful as her tongue ride was, Erna finally pulled away from the slick, hot muscle and fluttered down toward the shaft she'd been teasing before, the cool breeze from the flapping of her wings teasing and tickling Tango as she moved across his tummy. It was all part of her plan to rile him up all over again, and the cool, soothing breath that she let out over the tip when she landed was downright devious. The chill traveled through his precum, teasing all the way down the underside of his shaft and onto his sack, until he felt like his member was nearly frozen on the outside. Tango shuddered, shivering as Erna pressed her body, still slick with his saliva, up against his cock. "Mind if I make myself comfortable down here?"

"Not a bit!" Tango shouted out suddenly, his body sent into a deep shiver by the cooling sensation spreading all throughout his crotch. He hadn't intended to yell, always a bit of a reserved dragon, but Erna surprised him so that he couldn't help it, and the more it dawned on him just how alone they were, the more he became comfortable with the idea of having sex in the smithy, even if it was a terribly naughty concept. It was fun, it was playful, and it was dirty...and that was what Erna was all about. "Just b-be careful down there...you might g-get a little wet..."

That was exactly what Erna wanted, of course. "Why all the stuttering, Tango? A little chilly, even here in this hot workshop?" she teased him, but this time, she didn't look back at him when she did. She was drawing every bit as much pleasure out of the moment as he was, and still hanging on the coattails of her last orgasm, she could feel another one rapidly building, trying to expand on the first one. As her clit brushed up and down against the warm, fiery flesh of his cock, Erna was giddy with pleasure, taking full advantage of that delightful heat against her sex. She familiarized herself over and over again with the delicate flesh of his throbbing arousal, and each time she brushed the peak of her wetness against his flesh, the pair cried out in delight together. Though Erna was apt to tease Tango more often than not, and more often just tease him than satisfy him, their connection seemed to grow each and every time they played, each time they interacted, and most of all, each time they mated. She still felt as playful as ever, but now, rising to the peak of another orgasm and seeing her closest friend on the same wavelength, she wouldn't dream of just teasing him. She wanted to share in his pleasure in the most intimate way that she could.

Tango could have easily replied with a taunt of his own, mentioning that it was entirely Erna's fault that he was chilled, and that she was doing it on purpose, but he truly was the softer spoken of the two, and as usual, he let his actions do the talking instead. He only had a limited number of ways to enhance the experience for the moment, but a gentle press against Erna's back, keeping her as close as physically possible to his girthy member, was an affectionate and exciting touch that Erna desperately needed to reach her second climax. As she felt fresh streams of precum pouring out, soaking her chest and trailing down towards her labia, spread proudly over the shaft of his arousal, Erna tried in vain to prolong the experience for herself, but she was just seconds away, with the only solace being that Tango was right there with her, finally about to achieve his own climactic bliss.

"I'm...I'm a-almost there!" Erna whimpered, her voice a song that told of pure need, as the small familiar worked her entire body, slick with a combination of saliva and precum, up against his proud manhood. Her own arousal joined the mixture of sensual fluids, another messy finish impending, and a much messier finish was on the horizon for Tango, who dug the claws on his fingertips into the floor and braced himself. His whole body shuddered as he tensed up, pleasure wracking his body from head to toe and paralyzing him in the moment; only his hips were still able to move with any fluidity, and they bucked hard against the brave rider that was Erna. She clung to his cock and giggled with glee as she could feel pleasure welling up in her tummy and making its way just a little further down into her body, centering around her over-stimulated clit and finally pushing her over the edge once again. Not one to want to have her climax alone, the playful, devious familiar changed her internal body temperature just as she'd done in previous encounters, until the surface of her scales was akin to ice. Like an ice pop that wrapped around the entirety of his impressive girth, Erna helped to send Tango over the edge, right as she flooded his scales with the second of her orgasms, and by far the more powerful climax, as she ejaculated down across his most private region. The chilling sensation she gave to Tango was just enough for him, as well, and she looked up to see a sudden, long rope of dragon cum spraying up into the air. She was riddled with pleasure at her own finish, but she still struggled her way to the top of his length, putting her mouth over the geyser of his seed and taking as much of it as she could in her smaller muzzle, the excess seed splashing across her face and soaking her tiny form in a thin coating of the spray.

Just when Erna didn't think she could be anymore turned on, she was proven wrong, and her orgasm intensified as she was bathed in her lover's seed.

"Erna...I c-can't..."

"T-Tango, please!"

The smaller dragoness was nearly drowning in the excess spray that kept hosing her down, and no matter how hard she tried to contain it, she was completely coated by the sheer volume. It muffled her words, even as she pleaded with Tango to keep filling her up, and each audible gulp of his seed seemed to spur another fresh burst out of him. The excess spilled over, drizzling down the underside of his cock and over his sack, until it pooled down on the floor of the workshop, leaving behind a mess that they'd have to clean up...eventually.

Right then, the cool, collected, reserved dragon was finally empty, his aching sack drained, and his cute, playful familiar was happy to rest against the stiff length that she embraced, soaked in the seed of his love and panting in orgasmic delight, even as her second climax finally started to fade.

"I still can't believe you made me do that," Tango said, as his thoughts started to clear up, finally free from the blissful wiles of his release. "I never thought I'd ever do something like that right here in the shop."

Erna was worn out from having such great peaks of pleasure, and so close together, as well, but she still had the energy to finally release Tango's cock as it started to deflate and relax. Knowing she'd get him nice and messy, Erna crawled up to his chest, smearing his own mess across his tummy and torso, and leaving her body in a cool, chilled state so that the remaining seed acted like an icy gel against his scales. She would never be done teasing the larger dragon, that much was certain. "I thought it would be much more fun ending to your work week than busying yourself with that silly sword...besides, isn't it much more fun when you work with that one?" she asked, gesturing down at his manhood.

Tango nodded quietly with a shy, bashful smile. Around the red scales that covered his muzzle, even some of the green scales seemed to turn a faint shade of rose red as he blushed at the mention of his member. "Of course it is...sometimes I just need you to remind me of that."

"Lucky for you, I don't think I'll ever tire of doing exactly that," Erna admitted. She curled up right upon the peak of his chest, but not until she pressed a very small kiss to the underside of his neck, leaving him with an affectionate little gesture before she knew she would succumb to the need for sleep, or at the very least, a nap.

"We've really gotta clean up this mess, though..."

Erna giggled and flickered the tip of her long, whip-like tail at Tango's nose. "The store doesn't open again until Monday, silly...just add it to your list of projects."

Cleaning up after such a session certainly wasn't a project, but Tango wasn't one to argue with Erna, not right then.

Instead, he just smiled and rested a paw over the small familiar, keeping her warm in his presence, even as she intentionally chilled him.

"Only if we get to work on another 'project' over the weekend, Erna..."

Erna smiled and kissed the scales upon his chest. "Tango...you can count on that."