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I couldn't resist uploading this once it was finished. The plan was to either reread through all the previous parts and tidy them or for my partner to read this and I'd make some alterations. As my partner has seen this now, So I'm uploading it for you now.

This is the Fifth part of the Farm Dragon series which is based on the Dragon Ranch series by Ausfer. Although it is not needed to enjoy this story, I encourage you to read their story first. [https://www.sofurry.com/view/224981

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“Hi honey, I'm home" The sentence carried over the yard and caught Dawn's attention. Only James could make her smile so much and at the same time want to firmly plant her palm to her face.

She was just in the process of giving her two dragonesses some frozen sausages as a midday treat. It was still unusually warm and the girls seemed to appreciate the cool snack.

Verdigris nudged Dawn's thigh “Not now".

As she made her way over to the inner security gate to greet her friend, there was a recognisable rhythmic clicking that made its way toward herself. Crutches. Dawn's mother had used them for years, but hadn't expected to find James hobbling his way along on a set.

“James! What did you do?" Opening the gate faster.

“Hello to you too" he smiled.

“I'm not kidding. What happened?".

“Well what would you say if I dislocated my knee?" Dawn was about to answer, but he continued “while doing a gorge walk… halfway up a waterfall".

Dawn couldn't talk. Each time she tried to say something, another thought seemed to knock the relevance of the previous thought out of the way.

“If it is any comfort, I managed to miss all the pointy rocks at the bottom" He was enjoying this too much.

“Bloody hell. James hi. What about the non-pointy ones?" Dawn was still reeling from the information.

“Those too".

Exhaling in frustration Dawn herded James away from the threshold of the property “Get inside and tell me properly".

He still wasn't very forth coming with answers even when he was situated on the sofa, but she managed to get enough of a picture to piece together what had happened.

James had been volunteered for a camping trip with a boys youth group. They'd travelled to a school in Swansea and towards the end of the trip the eldest boys were “treated" to a gorge walk.

The revelation had mostly been as James described in the first place, but he'd left out the part about being stuck in icy water for about thirty minutes, then airlifted to hospital. Lee had somehow heard about the drama and collected “the idiot" as Dawn wanted to call him. As concerned about him as Dawn was, anymore on the subject would just be humouring him.

“Oh, so did Lee drive you back here?" It was always nicer doing business in person and Dawn wanted to ask him some things about dragons. Or rather, one particular dragon.

“He did, but it was on the way to some sort of business thing in his regular car. He said he would come by tomorrow". Even for James it wasn't hard to put two and two together. Regular car meant no dragon. The idea of Rowan stuffed into the back seat of his car amused her for a moment. Head out the wind and tongue flapping in the wind while watching the countryside and other cars fly past.

Dawn was a little crestfallen from the snippet of information as she would still need to wait for Rowan to return to the farm. Still she had expected it, else why drive James back and not the other. A knot of apprehension formed in her stomach over what had happened. Maybe it was for the best that she didn't have him.

“Well! The farm isn't going to sort itself out. Time to work" and with this statement James rose to his feet and strolled out of the room. He poked his head around of the door to a dumbfounded farm owner “Coming then?".

When Dawn caught up with the guy he had already acquired a pair of shovels and the wheelbarrow.

“James?" she asked in a rather glassy tone.

“What? I dislocated my knee just over a week ago. As long as it's strapped up properly, it'll be fine" He had the aire of male bravado around him, that meant he was probably still in pain.

Dawn gave a withering stare at him. Probably longer than necessary. So to break the deadlock, she took a shovel from him and wheeled them in the direction of the orchard.

“I'll bring it over to the compost. You can unload" She figured that she wouldn't be able to fully stop him from working, but it would be the least strenuous exercise for him. Besides, the muck smelt worst after it was disturbed and it would be his punishment for all the things she needed to get revenge for.

No sooner had Dawn got into position and was filling the first wheelbarrow, than James was calling from the other end of the farm “Dawn! Quick!".

She rolled her eyes and continued the job at hand. That was until it occurred to her that he was injured and might need help or worse, there were two rather randy dragonesses free. They liked to claim whatever they thought was hers.

Dawn stabbed the shovel into the ground and moved quickly from the orchard. Images of James flashed in her mind. Of him being pinned to the ground and growls of frustration rolled toward his face at not being able to remove his trousers.

“You've got to see this! Dawn!" He didn't sound in distress. The image in her mind changed to that of James willingly giving himself over to the oral ministrations of the girls. Serpentine tongues wrapped around his length and obscuring it from her mind's eye.

Dawn had to calm her breathing. At no point had her life been so sexualised and she wondered at what part smut had become a common occurrence.

Just the other day Dawn had “avoided" another sexual encounter with them with the result of them learning how to tribe their groins together. Maybe they were showing him that new party trick.

Apparently not was the answer. James held the lid of one of the compost bins open and watched her approach. There was a slight puzzled look on James's face.

“What is it?" She just prayed it was something important. His company was wearing thin and it was apparent to the both of them how much Dawn had gotten used to her own company again. “Sorry, What's up".

“Take a look" He moved to the side.

There wasn't really anything different or too usual. Composted dung, white spiney worms she'd learned were called dragon worm, the thread they used to break the dung down with and cocoons which she hadn't really noticed before. She felt she was missing something and looked to James.

He then moved to the next composter and opened the lid. Inside was much the same sight and Dawn had to control her gag reflex at the wrank smell that assaulted her senses. Her eyes adjusted to the sight. Inside the worms, thread and cocoons were a rich red colouration.

Gears turned in her mind and it was Dawn that move to the next composter. Vibrant purple were the colours. Dots connected and James received a kiss on the cheeks for his observation. She began to move toward the house, but faltered “Wait here!".

Dawn returned with one of the many overdue library books that James kept renewing for her. Insect taxonomy: Butterfly and moths. The page that she had open to show James were the pages on silkworm.

“James. If it is similar, I have a product I can sell". She was hopeful. The idea of “Dragon silk" was the breakthrough that was needed as her financial reserves had significantly dwindled.

The thought hadn't totally bypassed James it seemed and he smiled “To be honest. I was wondering about the colours. Why those exactly?".

I have a theory. Dawn opened the “white" composter “Rowan", opened the “red" composter “Rubedo" and moved to the “purple" composter “Verdigris". There was a fourth and fifth composter. She hoped there were different colours in them. Upon opening the fourth composter they discovered another collection of red. Finally the fifths yield was yellow, Dawn surmised that it was because of Rubedo's golden underbelly. “Four colours are better than three".

“I don't know. Wouldn't there be a mix of colours in each? But then we don't really keep track of who poops when and where, do we. Well. I don't at least" James laughed “I don't know if you have any creepy dragon watching habits though".

“For flips sake James. I'm going to get back to work" She walked back in the direction of the orchard. Behind James had broken into song to the tune of Scatman and various ski-ba-bop-ba-dop noises associated with it.

It was nice to have a helping set of hands again even if the person attached to them didn't stop annoying her all day.

They both stunk of sweat and of the work they'd carried out. It wasn't all poop and mucking out, but cleaning was certainly the bulk of it.

“Do you want to grab the shower first" Dawn asked as they both struggled to remove their wellies by the front door".

“I'm good for the moment. I think I'll raid your fridge first. I can smell a little longer" His stomach gave a grumble as if in agreement.

Typical James. “Okay, but leave the ice cream alone. That's mine you hear".

James smiled “Eat the ice cream. Check".

It didn't register what he had said as she made to head upstairs “oh and the lasagne is for Sunday. So that as well“.

Dawn quickly discarded her clothes in her bedroom and plopped them in the clothes basket. She would have a new set for when she was clean.

A few brief steps to the bathroom. “Hey Dawn before you…" and straight into her wanna be freeloader at the top of the stairs.

Before conscious thought could strike, reactions fired as her friend's foot slipped from the top step. Her friend falling. Four sets of arms grasped, only to find air until fingers caught at the shirt between James's shoulder blades. He had started to twist as he fell and both his hands “thunked" against the handrail, vibrating with the sudden contact.

Dawn swallowed and stared at the sight below herself. Only when it was completely evident that the immediate threat had passed did she allow herself to breath. She couldn't let go.

“Can we please do something?" rising pain twinged James voice as a lot of weight was on his bad leg. His arms shook with adrenaline and effort to help support himself.

Dawn wasn't going to be able to raise him as he was. Not without a good deadlift. Carefully she squeezed down the stairs and adjusted her hold as needed, getting a better grip on his body.

Dawn's boob pressed to his shoulder and was twinged with a little bit of her own pain. Seemed James's hands actually hadn't completely missed everything, meaning she wasn't completely unscathed. In the moment, not only had she received a boob punch, but blood trickled down Dawn's upper left arm from three horizontal scratched which were now stinging.

It wasn't easy, but being below James on the stairs gave a lot more support and leverage. After a number of laboured pushes though, little progress was made with making him unstuck. “It's not working, you're going to have to let me down and let me slide to the bottom".

That still sounded like it would be a rather painful thing to do as he would bump each step on the way down and she didn't want to do it.

“I've got a idea to do before that" so with carefully measured movement Dawn positioned herself under James's prone form with her back against his chest. Bringing her head between his arms meant that he could grip around her neck and lower his weight onto her to provide a piggyback. It felt safer to go up the stairs which seemed to be a good call. They toppled forward once due to how top heavy they were and both caught a the stairs in front with their hands.

It wasn't too difficult carrying James as the physical labour over the months had toughened Dawn's body to the work. It had been more awkward maneuvering than anything else.

She dropped James onto her bed and rolled to the side of him quickly to avoid dropping any weight that would aggravate any injuries.

They just lay there spread-eagled for a while. Shaking and listening to each other breath deeply.

It wasn't until Dawn heard movement to her left that she looked to see what he was doing. James was looking directly at her. That goofy smile painted all over his features “So… was it good for you too?".

“For fuck sake James" Dawn couldn't believe him. She grabbed a pillow and hit him across the chest “you could have been killed".

“Second time I've fai… le" his words trailed off as tears began to flow down her cheek. From her now seated position, Dawn wiped her eyes before the droplets dripped onto her skin. A well of emotions bubbled up within herself.

It was awkward, but it seemed that after a moment of hesitation James put his arms around her and hugged her close.

Before long Dawn felt a little better. Almost seeming to sense the moment James was going to speak “Errm. You know you're still naked?".

It was a fact that Dawn had been aware of and hadn't left her mind since the event happened “I do, but it's kind of a moot point by now isn't it".

“Yeah. I guess that it isn't something I haven't seen before" Dawn could feel his eye scan over her body quickly “at least most of it. You got a tattoo?!".

It covered most of her back and depicted a dragon that was quite clearly inspired by the two she currently owned. Wings were held open to perfectly match the contour of Dawn's shoulder as the creature they belonged to lazily reclined across her spine. To complete the piece, the dragon's tail wrapped once around Dawn's right leg.

The colouration was where the similarities had stopped. Deep aubergine ran completely along the hide underbelly, but also banded the tattoo dragon's neck, wrist, ankles and at various intervals along the tail leaving the impression that jewelry might have existed at those locations in the past. The same colouration existed on the head with it dotted along like gems under the eyes and also framed an icy blue gaze.

The main body was still a purple, but a lighter one that spoke of vibrancy and regality. Everything else from the wing membranes to the tuft of fur on the tip and underside of the tail was a fleshy pale mauve.

“Yeah. I kind of rebelled" the attention she received became more uncomfortable than her exposure. James tried to move to inspect it better, but stopped himself. Dawn's movement away from him was subconscious, but visible.

“I'd better let you shower" He moved from the bed, but his progress was halted by being held at the wrist.

“James… is our relationship going to be like one of those, will they won't they storylines found in a partner crime drama?" This was the most vulnerable that she had ever been. It had become clear to her that she really liked him. Wanted him even. The fear of loss subsumed her being in more ways than one.

He looked unsure “I hope not… I hate it when things that clearly belong, don't" James pulled from Dawn's grip and he left her there.

The lack of a proper answer froze her insides and left Dawn in shock. Paralyzed by the sting of rejection. She corrected herself that “No, this was now the most vulnerable she had been".

The water did nothing to warm Dawn's feelings and she couldn't help feeling some bitterness over what had happened. In her mind it was a paradox to be chewed over and over that lasted until she had dried, dressed and found a comatose James surrounded by empty ice cream tubs in the kitchen.

“James. What the actual fuck?" Still needing to take in the scene before her.

James let out a groan. “I needed to cheer you up. So I ate all of the ice cream".

“All of it?".

“All of it. The brain freeze. It won't stop. Even if it is the best pain"

The last of his statement broke Dawn into a laughing mess “It's like a hangover. Ouch. Please stop", but only fueled Dawn into corpsing.

James couldn't help joining in with the infectious laughter and tears ran down his face. Laughter bought pain which in turn bought more laughter.

For whatever reason James didn't want to go home that evening and stayed in the spare bedroom. She had missed him, but with all of the day's activities. It had left Dawn exhausted.

She eventually relented once he agreed to replace the ice cream he'd overdosed on.

With the guy turned in for the night, no further chores and the silence that came with being away from any main road.

Sleep should have come easily. The noise of her own thoughts were deafening though as they collided with each other. It took all her efforts to quiet them enough to sleep, but that was short lived. The hydraulic fullness from the nerves in her bladder brought Dawn back to a groggy consciousness.

The time displayed a grand total of thirty goddamn minutes of sleep.

A curse left her lips as cold air met her body outside the warmth of her bed.

Mental note, revenge on bladder and/or traitorous body. How that would work was beyond her senses.

Dawn sat in the darkness as she had to wait. James could be head snoring. Screw him for his ability to sleep. And rejecting her. And all the other stuff. Especially the other stuff. It made her life difficult. She could have grow vegetables, but no~ dragons were cool. It made her care about him.

Dawn visited the stable to check on the girls to make herself useful. Also, with the subject of dragons next on her mind. Being close to the subject might help her focus.

A freezing mist had filled the air between the buildings which she wasn't fully prepared for.

It penetrated the thick coat and bit into Dawn's bare legs. It prickled at her exposed nethers and woke Dawn to a more wakeful state. Her head pounded from sleep deprivation.

The stable was warm at least. Earthy smells of fresh cut wood and animals pervaded the interior. The chemical smells associated with making the stable flame retardant had faded. It smelt of coal tar while it lasted. All in all, it was nice. Comfortable. Sleeping in one of the vacant stalls appealed to Dawn as a good idea, except for the bedding having been design for dragon use.

Darkness filled the interior and even after standing at the threshold trying to let her eyes adjust, darkness was all she saw. It was a testament to the builder's ability that no light entered.

Dawn fumbled around off-side from the door frame where small shelves could be found. On one of them she kept a torch, but try as she might to find it, all her hands found were space and flat surfaces. Behind her Dawn thought she could hear a scraping sound, accompanied by hissing and it panicked her. Was one of the girls out somehow? The neighboring shelves yielded the same and only through moving, did her foot connect with something that then rolled along the floor into the corner.

In her haste, Dawn managed to hit her cheek on an edge. Probably one of the shelves. It did little to impede her progress as her fingers claimed the prize to banish the darkness before her. Nothing. Dawn allowed herself to relax a little bit before venturing to the back stalls where the Dragonesses nested for the night.

Her hand hovered over the latch to Verdigris's den. Faltering as she gripped against the thought of being able to look without disturbing the resident within. It couldn't be risked and chose to slide her back down the wall into a sitting position against the wall where the aisle ended.

She touched her cheek and found that although the shelf's edge hadn't cut her, there was an abrasion judging by how much it stung.

“What are you doing with yourself?" more of an exhalation than a whisper.

Almost in reply a sad “Coo" was given from inside where Verdi was housed.

Dawn ignored her as she had things to think about, but where to start? Sex? Dragons? James? Money? They all seemed related and one couldn't be thought about without the other.

Money seemed the easiest of the options to think about. It had gotten into short supply and a return was needed. That much was apparent. If dragon silk was an option, then it would still take a while for it to start making money. If not then, well… there were back up plans. One major purchase was needed at least and then she felt that she probably had a few months to get everything in order with all being well.

James. James frustrated her in so many ways. She had all but flung herself at him today and he wasn't interested. Deep down Dawn felt that she was being unfair on him though. She would be using him just like she did with Rowan. He had his reasons, sure. But it didn't stop her from feeling rejected in the end. In all the craziness, was wanting something normal and within the same species so much to ask for? It would serve him right if the girls did corner him. Well maybe.

Dawn mentally pinched herself. It was one thing for her to become a sexual deviant. She had kind of come to terms with the girls power play. In some ways… She actually liked it, but to wish it on someone else as an act of spite. That would be wrong. The desire not to be isolated by it wasn't though. She would go online. See if there were other people to ask. It seemed the safest course of action.

Thump! A heavy body collided with the inside of Verdigris's stall along with scratching and the most sorrowful cry Dawn had heard the Dragoness make.

Startled she climbed to her feet and illuminated the door “Shh… it's okay".

Everything seemed to go quiet for the length of a slow breath.

“Dawn!" It sounded like James was inside. He didn't sound right “It won't stop…".

“James what's happening?"

“Can we do something please?" He was in audible pain and Dawn began to panic. “Aaahhh!" on instinct she opened the door. On the other side was Verdigris. Only Verdigris.

Dawn tried to shut the door, but was tackled back. Teeth sank into her upper left arm and the flashlight clattered its way to shine at a corner. Dawn was robbed of her sight once more.

The commotion roused Rubedo in her stall, but any idea of pitting the two against each other once again was quickly snuffed out. The anchorage of the jaws dragged her painfully further into the darkness.

Her arm was released. It was apparent that more damage would have been done if she hadn't had the coat on. The arm still stung though and dripped wetly, probably bled. There were abrasions along her body and her shoulder throbbed uncomfortably in the socket.

All the sexual advances from the girls had made Dawn forget about how dangerous the girls were. They were dragons. If they wanted her dead, there was little she could do to stop them. If Verdi wanted to scare her. She was bloody terrified. There was no sound. She could have been anywhere.

A clue was given moments later as air was exhaled through nostrils. Dawn's eyes strained against the darkness to pick something, anything out. She saw the silhouette of a claw come down. Crack! The torch ceased to function. All the light had been robbed from the space.

The sound caused Rubedo to jostle about in her stall, but there was little she could do. Dawn imagined the predator moving like liquid before herself. Was there even a way to communicate, to stop her? All she could do was wait to find out what her fate would be.

When nothing came she contemplated moving to leave, but a sharp “hiss" directly above her in the rafters both froze Dawn's body in place and shattered the illusion of escape.

Blind, weight landed on the ground before her. Recoil in Dawn's muscles pushed her back against the doorframe. This was it. She would fight. She wouldn't guh…

Verdigris's body pressed down on her frame, but it wasn't savagely. She didn't appear to have any intent of harming her as the female shifted to Dawn's side.

They just sat, with Verdi heavy and making it difficult to breathe. It was a great respite for Dawn and caused her give an involuntary laugh now that her potential demise had passed.

After a deep lung inflating breath Dawn noticed something. Verdi was the one shaking. What could she have been afraid of though?

A sorrowful “coo" reverberated through the dragoness to be swallowed by the night. It was joined in unison a moment later by her stablemate. The melody of their cries were haunting and maybe beautiful had Dawn not recalled the source of their grief. Memories of a dark container must have plagued them.

Her arm hurt, but with determination Dawn looped it around the back of her companion in the dark. Verdi was a living warmth and the contact felt good.

When the cries died a little, Dawn looked to where she thought the dragon's head would be

“Whenever I feel afraid…" the song melodiously escaped her lips “I hold my head erect...".

When Dawn finished the verse, both the shaking and sadness had seemingly evaporated. Unexpectedly Dawn's voice sung out again, but not from Dawn “...and whistle a happy tune" Verdi repeated the first lines again and again. The mimicked voice was uncanny, if not a little unsettling.

Verdi needed to be able to finish the first verse at the very least and Dawn harmonised while adding in the missed line each time “...So, noone will suspect, I'm afraid".

It seemed to be a relevant song to sing at the time and it amused Dawn that teaching a dragon how to perform a piece from “The king and I" in the middle of the night, wasn't something she ever expected to do in her life.

As Verdi seemed to have memorised the verse. Dawn was glad that this event was part of it. It was time to go to bed, so Dawn tried to move away, but the weight was pressed heavier against her. Verdi elicited a “growl".

“I'm tired. I need to go" There was also the mixture of pain and maybe a touch of blood loss eating into her consciousness.

Verdi “grumbled" as Dawn unentangled her arm, but it seemed that the dragoness complied with what was happening as she moved away. Dawn went to put pressure on her feet and just when her legs were going to support her to allow herself to stand, a sharp tug from the hem of her coat caused her to fall onto her back. The impact winded Dawn and a bump to the head further obfuscated her senses.

In the next shot a sinuous tongue had found it's way along the surface of Dawn's vagina, leaving draconic saliva coated between her lips. It wasn't given a chance to cool as a second and then a third lick quickly followed. Dawn hadn't been able to make any protest. She feebly pushed to correct herself, but found a weighted claw pressed her back down into position.

As past experience had taught, there was no fighting a dragon using strength. The previous times, Dawn had out pitted the girls against each other. It was going to be difficult though as she didn't truly know where Verdigris was. Only that she was between her legs. Head moving against her inner thighs. Snout bumping against her pubic mound. Pressure placed from time to time on her cliterous cause the muscles in her abdomen to tighten in pending release. Dawn could feel herself getting more aroused by the second. There was only her own thoughts and the pleasure given to her to focus on. Her thoughts were slipping away though.

Dawn's fingers ineffectively grasped at the air before her and groaned in exertion as she fought the orgasm back. She couldn't give in, but fighting it back was just adding higher amounts of release tightened into the orgasm for when it did hit. Dawn moaned as the tongue passed a few times over her exposed hole. She berated herself for the outburst because it bought her so, so much close to the edge. She wanted it in herself. Needed it even. Why hadn't Verdi buried her tongue in yet?

Dawn realised that she had begun running her teeth along her index finger. She'd sucked on it and biting a little bought some of her mental facsimiles back to know that she shouldn't… something. Verdi gave a short lick that landed on Dawn's clit. There was no doubt that Dawn would go over the edge. She'd coat the wyrms face in her juices and give her what she wanted. Dawn clamped her knees around her invaders head forcing all the attention onto her button.

It wasn't exactly what Dawn wanted, but with how close she'd been and the focus on her most pleasurable nub. Dawn's orgasm crested. It didn't hit as hard as she thought it would, but the telltale contractions through her pelvic region left Dawn short of breath and shuddering in delight. As her sodden box juiced itself, Verdi eagerly lapped at the increased moisture. Still Dawn could feel it dribble down her own arse cheeks and soak into the ground under them.

Verdi didn't let up though and control over Dawn's own body couldn't be restored. So she pressed with her limbs into the ground for support and thrashed. Dawn couldn't get her sex away from the the dragoness's mouth. It was too much, too intense and the sort of sensitivity that one's self couldn't abuse when an orgasm played out.

“Ahhh~ I can't" She pushed herself into a seated position. Verdi followed and continued to catch all the fluid she could “nuh, no. Stooop~!". Dawn hadn't managed to gain a reprieve, even if she had stopped cumming. Her floor muscles felt as if they were balling. Ready for the next wave to come crashing down on her.

“Fuuuck~!" Release washed out and gave Verdigris her a second drink of the night. It sounded like lips smacked in appreciation of getting another treat so soon. Dawn begged the greedy reptilian-like creature to stop, pushed with her hands, but her partner remained solidly glued to Dawn's cunt and made lewd noises.

Again Dawn grasped at the air and knew not what to do with her arms. Reaching up along the doorframe, her knuckles bumped against the latch of the door. The thought of escape returned at once. Trembling fingers fumbled around the latch. The angle and the fact that the second orgasm hadn't completely finished, made it difficult to get anything done. Verdigris began to “purr" into Dawn's folds. The unexpected sensation vibrated a new need to cum for a third time. Breath hitched in Dawn's lungs.

It meant that Verdi's attention was suitable taken. In the most fluid motion Dawn could muster, she twisted the lock and opened the door enough to slip her body though. Quickly she slipped the upper part of her body through into the iciness of the late night. She intended to pull the rest of her body after herself, but the door pressed closed around her waist. She was pinned. Verdigris “growled" against Dawn's sex and it was enough to send Dawn shuddering into her next climax. The dragon “squealed" then “trilled" in delight as she was given yet another helping to the juices.

It was difficult to think how many more times she could endure orgasming, but each time felt so, so good. The nerves in her lower body felt like they were aglow with arousal, like it was isolated specifically for pleasure where the door rested against herself. Dawn tried to cross her legs to signal that she had, had enough. Elbowed at the ground. Tried to find purchase enough to pull free.

The tongue answered quickly by finally sinking its way into Dawn's depths.

“Ahh!" She was louder than she wanted to be and cupped her hands over her mouth in an attempt to capture the sound. If he heard, Jame's bedroom window would be able to see Dawn if he really looked. As the tongue withdrew, it dragged along the spot close behind the pubic bone. Pleasure erupted outward through her mons and her diaphragm contracted to cause a *hic* in her breathing.

“What?" Dawn held her breath for a moment, waiting to see if another hiccup would follow. Activity behind her had paused as well at the unusual sound. Dawn let her breath escape gradually and *hic*. She had hiccups for sure. Whether she had them or not though, Verdigris had removed herself from Dawn's sex. She wriggled in an attempt to get her hips past the pinch point of the door. There was still weight against it and she wouldn't be able to free herself without more leverage.

Remembering the shelves Dawn *hic'ed* her leg to see if she could press a foot against one. It was a mistake. No sooner had her legs parted, than the tongue was back tasting the sodden walls of her snatch. They swirled and delved deeply toward the rounded bottom of her cervix. It might have caused Dawn to cum again, but the small respite was enough to allow things to calm down just a little below.

Only a little, as subsequent intrusions teetered her on the edge and threatened to cause Dawn to gush out all over again. The sensitivity could have sent her off at any moment.

With Verdigris's tongue all the way in and twin tipped nature circling her inner hole. The desire for something a little more girthy slipped through Dawn's thoughts. Something to spread and press all the spots at once.

Dawn tried to catch a breath, slow it, anything to regain composure. She hiccuped again.

*raar* “it's too gooood!" the hiccup had caused her Vagina to clamp down hard. By some miracle Dawn managed to pull herself back from past the brink.

Her hands slammed against the door and pressed. It obviously startled the Dragoness as the door jumped a little and her tongue jammed in deeply.

“Ahhh*hic*hhh!" the final sudden pressure from the contraction finished Dawn. Ripple after ripple rolled along ther flesh within.

“Nooo~!" She moaned deeply. “Ha- ah- anot-her?!" Even while at the peak of the current orgasm, the next rolled in.

“I- I ca-" She screamed as a second ellipsed over the first. Tears wet her face and her body shook from the internal forces acting upon it. In turn Dawn channelled as much of it as she could into her arms and pressed. Her foot found contact with the shelf she had been looking for to kick off and the combination finally saw herself half roll, half slide out through the gap. It happens with an audible pop as Verdi's tongue slipped free. The exit clicked shut behind her.

She knelt on all fours. Fluid leaked down her inner thigh, free of the dam that once held the flood back. Dawn went to reach between her legs. Intent of drawing out the pleasure on her own terms.

It wasn't to be though. Light descended from the spare room and illuminated Dawn's position. With little time to reach, she shakily propelled herself toward the house.

Somewhere above, James must have surveyed the area.

Dawn hoped that the angle would be too great to be spotted. Plunged her fingers into her sodden box. Bit her lip as tips clung to the dieing pleasure between her legs and danced clumsily over her clitarous.

James's light disappeared along with the final ebb of the encounter.

“Wow" was the only thing that sprung to mind. A little remorse at not being able to just… submit. This had been something else.

Dawn knew that she couldn't go back. Not after the heights she'd just experienced. What weighed more on her mind was the thought, did this make her bi or even a lesbian?

“Nah. Just gay for dragons maybe" She whisper under her breath and chuckled at her own joke.

Dawn raised to her feet. Her fingers had remained between her legs all this time, wrinkled from the moisture. Why not? Her mouth was arid, so Dawn suckled each digit savoring the taste of herself and the remnants of the spiced saliva from her girl-dragon.

Dawn hadn't noticed while hiding that “something" was now hiccuping in the stable. Her own hiccups vanished somewhere along the line. Of all the things to mimic though. Her eyes drooped. It could be taken care of another time. It really was way, way past bedtime and her bed is where she headed at last.

“Dawn wake up"

“Go away" Was all Dawn managed to mewl at the idiot.

“Dawn, you need to get up!"

“Fuc-"

“The police are here"

It took a moment to for the words to start sinking in. “What?"

“They want to talk to you. You know, the fuzz, the rozzers, the cop-"

“Okay, yes. Um. Can you get me a coffee" James went to leave “Extra strong please".

Dawn felt she was probably going to need it.

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I'm rather please that this story takes place all in one day. Thinking about the previous chapters, I've been worried about how jarring the accelerated time flow could be.

I'm also a bit more at peace with the whole F/F interactions. I knew I would be writing them in the story when I started, but not as often as I have. I didn't really consider the affect of having sexually reserved male characters and sexually forward female ones on myself when I started writing.

I do soap box with Farm Dragon a bit and the theme I wanted to get across this time was orgasms. It tends to be that in a story, men and women have sex, get their orgasm, maybe go again if they have the libido. Here is the thing though, Men are fairly consistent with the way they cum. Women on the other hand aren't. They can be lucky to get one or even know that one has happened. Problem is that wouldn't be satisfying in a story though where the climax literally is a climax. What is satisfying for me though, is the knowledge that if a woman does reach orgasm, she doesn't need to stop at one. She can just go onto the next and if you're lucky have a second roll over the first. I've also found that there isn't really an upper limit to the amount of times either and Dawn could have been left a mewling mess of a person if she didn't escape.