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“Of course, your first time isn't ever like what you expect. But everyone knows that," Teeba said cheerfully, with a hint of nostalgia in her voice. “I remember when I popped my cherry. It was so rushed, and I forgot to drink water—ended up sore and with a headache the next day. Oh, and the smell! Kinda sweaty and… well… it's unique."

“Teeba, I don't think it's for me."

“I bet you would love it. Oh! I made a little video last time. Would you at least watch that before saying no?"

“Fine," Luke replied, much to her excitement. “Send it to me, and I'll watch it once I get my PC set up," he added, hoping he might be able to skip through any mundane bits.

Stabbing his fork into his meal, he couldn't identify many of the ingredients, but he had quickly learnt that it was all delicious. Sitting shirtless on the tailgate of his truck, he ate the lunch Teeba had brought him while she lay on her gravel driveway with her own bowl held between her forepaws. Eating together under the shade of the large oak tree that grew outside the main house of Teeba's property. They were both still filthy from recovering his truck from the farm's paddock, but had taken a moment to wash their hands and faces just enough to eat. Having skipped breakfast, Luke had been starving, and the crispy noodle salad that Reevian had made them both before she left was hitting the spot perfectly.

“I think if you gave it a shot, you would love cons… Especially cosplay. Like… sure… you couldn't dress up as Dragnaught, but there are sooo many characters you could go as," Teeba explained while eating. She swallowed her mouthful and lowered her head to her bowl to take another bite of her noodle salad.

“Yeah, I don't know. I guess I find the whole dressing up as a character from a video game a bit weird," Luke replied as he collected more food on his fork. The midday sun beat down on them, and he could feel the mud caked on his jeans beginning to crack as his legs dangled from the tailgate. “It feels kinda fake, you know?"

“That's what makes it good! Everyone knows you aren't actually the character, but when you see their eyes light up, it's cool!" she explained, and Luke simply smiled politely, clearly not understanding what she meant. “It's just a bit of fun, an escape from the mundane world. And it's not just games. Anime, movies, TV shows—really anything popular," she added, shuffling her wings as she continued to eat.

“It just seems like a lot of effort, to play pretend."

“That's! That's like…" Teeba paused to hastily chew and swallow her mouthful. “That's like the whole point! The more effort you put in, the better it is!" she said with passion in her voice. When Luke simply shrugged, she shook her head in disbelief but paused again as she went to take another bite. “You could go as a grunt from Riderfall."

Luke buried his fork into his meal and glared at her as she giggled softly. “Really? Out of every character in Riderfall… out of all the riders, you think I should be a basic bitch grunt?"

Shrugging her wings with a wicked smile, Teeba took her time to swallow and waited for Luke to have his mouth full before replying. “Well, I think you would make a sexy Koba Kobold."

Luke's eyes went wide as, with a sudden laugh, he inhaled a piece of noodle. The small fragment quickly becoming lodged somewhere in his throat and he began coughing violently. With his hand over his mouth, and an undignified hack, he managed to clear his throat and and burst into laughter.

“Like, we would have to get you some high heels, maybe some clear ones so it isn't obvious. You know, to make your flat feet stand up properly," she explained with a horn to horn grin. She used her forepaw to demonstrate how the kobold's foot stood compared to the man's own. Unlike a human, who walked on the soles of their feet, the kobold from their game, and dragons, both walked on the balls of their paws and kept their heels elevated. “I could order you some horn extensions, then maybe shave your hair, bit of tape, scale paint–"

“No."

Teeba laughed at his attempt at a serious expression and shrugged once again. “You might have to dress up like one of the skins where she isn't wearing her scale-tight leggings. I mean, it would be funny, but I imagine your bulge would break the illusion–" The dragoness paused as her eyes went wide, and Luke knew immediately he wouldn't like what she had to say. “I've got it!!! That jungle warfare DLC! The Lara Croft skin, she wears shorts! And–and–and, Raider Koba!" she added, causing Luke's cheeks to burn.

“Hell no! Even if I was going to go, I would want to dress normally for my first time," Luke exclaimed and laughed as the dragoness pouted dramatically.

“Laaaame!" she retorted, tilting her head skywards for added effect. “And I was thinking I would go as Dragnaught, which would be waaay better if I had a rider," she added, chuckling as his eyes widened at the idea.

“But I thought you hated Dragnaught?" Luke asked, cocking his head when she simply shrugged. “I distinctly remember you telling me she was: cheap, overpowered, broken, trash tier, scrubby, noob pick, unbalanced, aimbot, F tier, hacks–" he said, counting on his fingers, and had to place his container in his lap to continue on the other hand.

“Nah-nah-nah, don't get me wrong, she is all that. But she's also so easy to cosplay. My horns are already kinda like hers, so I just need a bit of scale paint, foam for some armour, bits of pipe to make some cannons, and that's it! In fact, you can probably make her guns with some scraps," she said, nodding towards the pieces of PVC pipe scattered in the bed of his truck. “It would practically be a work expense for ya. Like, sure, I don't have a dumpy like she does. But I think I could pull it off."

“Dumpy?"

“You know? Ass thick like a dump truck? No? A plumpy-dumpy-rumpy that goes boom-boom-boom?" she said, bobbing her head to a beat, her eyes narrowing when Luke looked perplexed. “Wait… you know the song, right? Lil' Naas-T?" she asked, looking stunned as Luke slowly shook his head again. “Oh my god! How old are you again?" Teeba teased with a broad, toothy smile.

“Sorry, I've never really listened to that kinda music," Luke replied, looking down at his meal. While he hadn't had any issues listening to bands with dragon members, he hadn't actively sought them out.

Teeba's scoff made him look up, and he saw her pulling her head back repeatedly as if he had hurt her. “What? Pop? or 'Dragon music'? You know it's not exclusive, right?"

“It's not?" Luke knew it wasn't, but couldn't help chuckling as the dragoness became lost for words. “Sorry Tea, but I just find most new stuff sounds like noise. Give me some classic rock, maybe a bit of metal, and I'm happy."

“...Okay boomer." Teeba chortled, causing Luke to simply shake his head and laugh.

Luke guessed she was only a couple years younger than him, but he still hadn't plucked up the courage to ask, for fear of the remarks she would come up with. Instead, he focused on his meal, and once he'd finished his mouthful, he scraped the edges of the container with his fork to collect more, then glanced at Teeba. “So, do you regularly go to these nerd conventions?" he asked with a smirk.

Ignoring the jab, Teeba nodded. “Oh, I used to go every year! But then work got busy, then my ex didn't like me going, then… well, yeah. But it's good! We should totes go together next year. Even if you don't want to dress up, it's still heaps of fun. But it's so much better if you do! No one knows who you really are, so you can be a bit silly."

Luke found her enthusiasm endearing and smiled politely while focusing on his food. Unfortunately his reaction must have come off as somewhat patronizing to the dragoness who reared her head back as if stung.

“You think it's childish, don't you?"

Waving his empty fork in the air, Luke shook his head and quickly swallowed. “No, not at all. It's good you have… hobbies—"

“Oh, don't give me that judgment, just cos you haven't had a chance to go… Farm boy," Teeba retorted with a laugh. “Besides, I bet you would love it. There's something for everyone. A lot of girls dress up as anime girls. Although, given how little they wear, I don't know if you can really call it dressing up," she added, using the digits on her wing wrists to do air quotes.

Luke nodded in understanding before shrugging. “I never really got into anime," he mused, scraping the last of his food into one forkful and eating it. Teeba's silence made him look up, and he was surprised to see a mix of shock and horror on her snout. “What?"

“You and Neebis are really battling for being the most ignorant, aren't you?" she said, shaking her head dramatically before taking another bite of her meal. Curling her neck, she used her folded wing to wipe some sauce from her lips, then continued chewing before finally swallowing. “You are lucky you're cute," she said, pausing to lick between her teeth for any food that had gotten stuck. “Doesn't like anime… doesn't like dragons… doesn't like music. Why do I keep you around again?"

“Because I'm funny?"

“Ehhhhh," Teeba teased, tilting her head as if contemplating. “You are handy, that's a plus."

Luke glared dramatically at her exaggerated expression and used his finger to get the last noodle out of his container. “Oh really? So it's just my body then? That's the only reason why you let me stay?"

“It's not like the only reason…," Teeba teased, continuing to eat as Luke placed his empty container beside him and slipped off the tailgate.

Reaching behind him, he grabbed the clean, damp cloth he'd used to dry his hands and shook his head. “I see how it is," he said, noticing her eyes lingering on his hands as he wiped them on the rag. Carefully rubbing between each finger, he made sure every side was clean before clenching his fist and rubbing the cloth around his forearm, making her eyes widen slightly as she focused on his flexing muscles. “You just want my manly hands, don't you? To cut down trees, open chlorine bottles, and hose down hatchlings."

Teeba giggled in amusement and turned her head to watch him walk past to collect the hose lying on the ground. After washing their hands earlier, they had kept the tap running but used the shut-off nozzle to hold back the pressure. Despite Luke's skill at installing the hose a few days prior, there was still a small puddle where it had been leaking. Adjusting the nozzle, he aimed the hose away from her and kept the flow minimal while he washed his hands. Now that the mud had dried, it clung stubbornly to his skin, forcing him to alternate between rubbing his skin and rinsing off the muck as he began washing his biceps.

“Oh, it's not just that… your hands are good for so much more," she said, staring at his bare arms before quickly turning away to focus on her meal as he blushed.

Glancing back at her, he felt strangely disappointed that she wasn't still looking. Something about being admired stroked his ego in a way he hadn't expected. “Oh yeah? What else are my hands good for?" he asked with a smirk, folding the hose to stem the flow before twisting the nozzle head to jet. He had a hunch about where her mind was going, and as awkward as it might be, it justified what he was about to do next.

With a shuffle of her wings, Teeba pretended to be innocent and continued eating. “Oh… you know…" she said with her mouth full.

The hose felt firm in his hand as he kept it folded over itself and double-checked the nozzle before angling his body so that even if she looked back, she wouldn't be able to see what he was doing. “Nah, what does a dragon like you find interesting about hands like mine? I thought your paws were so vastly superior…" he said sarcastically.

“Oh, paws are the best at many things. But human hands are good too," she said before licking her bowl clean. “Like inflating beds and fisting," she added nonchalantly and turned her head to glance back and see his reaction.

Ready for her, Luke let go of the folded hose and aimed the nozzle with the precision drilled into him by countless hours of cleaning everything in the Marines. Her eyes went momentarily wide and then snapped shut as the pressurized blast of cold water hit her face.

“Arghff—ahuuke!" Teeba gargled as she pulled her head out of the stream and jumped to her feet. Her bowl was sent clattering as she spun around and shook her head. “Aye!! You got it in my eye!" she exclaimed, unfurling her large, pale wings.

Standing at full height with her wings mantled, some might have found her appearance intimidating, but Luke simply chuckled. “You horny lizard, I meant doors! My hands can open doors for you, like a gentleman!" he retorted, flicking the hose from side to side as she angled her body to be washed. “You nasty thing."

Grinning without any hint of remorse, the dragoness shrugged. “Well, that too. But some of the best times I've had were with a hand. Just saying," she explained, and when she looked down to see Luke holding the hose with his jaw slightly agape, she fluttered her wings higher to encourage him to continue washing. “What? Surely you knew that was a thing?"

Closing his mouth, Luke adjusted the nozzle on the hose to turn the stream into more of a spray and continued to wet her side. “I hadn't given it much thought," he lied. The burning sensation in his cheeks betrayed any attempt at appearing unaffected by her remark, and the broad grin on her snout told him she knew. “Okay, maybe I had thought about it. But really? I thought it was just a fallback, because… you know… size."

“Not at all!" Teeba giggled and turned around to expose her other side. Most of the mud that had dried on her scales was falling away; however, there were still countless stubborn chunks that would need more than just the hose. “Like, with the right drake, a traditional dicking can be good. But it's risky, you know what I mean?"

Luke pursed his lips and frowned. “Eggs, right? I guess they don't really make condoms for dragons, do they?" he asked, surprised when she nodded enthusiastically.

“Oh, they do, for us 'nesses anyway, but they're really uncomfortable, awkward, and hopeless. Also, if the drake doesn't know what he's doing, it can still go horribly wrong. Also-also, eggs are only really a risk if it happens around a cycle, know what I mean, jelly bean?" Teeba asked, smiling when he stiffly nodded. “Okay, so you do know about that? That's good! Cos if you are going to live with me, it's going to be something that happens eventually and you should know what's going on. Don't worry, it's not like I'll jump you or anything. It's just a normal part of life."

“I know, they did teach us about that in biology," Luke mused, taking a half step forward to angle the hose upward and clean under her wing.

“Pfft, forget that textbook shit. This is real, and who knows, one day you might find it useful! Maybe you will meet a pretty little 'ness who sweeps you off your small feet! You will be thanking me then!" she replied before giggling uncontrollably. Her whole body shuddered as the stream of water cleaned behind where her wing arm met her body. “Noo, that tickles," she added as she quickly folded her wing closed but still kept it half lifted. With a quick apology, Luke moved lower and focused the hose on her shoulder. “Where was I–"

“I really don't need to hear this–"

“Tough." Teeba grinned, clearly loving how red his face had become. “Now, where was I… hands! Yes, they are way better than a drake because they don't go soft after a few minutes! Like, if you include your arm, they are just as long, but they can find all the best spots. Sure, you miss out on being held by a drake, but that can be a bit tiring if you have to support their weight–"

Luke used his other hand to fold the hose over itself and cut off the flow of water as he glared up at her. “Teeba, that's enough. Please!" he begged firmly, becoming increasingly aware that his muscular forearm was very much bare and now glistening with water.

“Aww, but we were getting to the good bits!" Teeba pouted, and when he continued to glare, she muttered softly, “Fine." Clamping her jaws shut, she waited for him to continue, but when he didn't, she leaned toward him with her head held high. Keeping her mouth firmly closed, she wiggled her whole body to encourage him to continue and was finally rewarded with more cool water.

Taking a deep breath, Luke tried to relax as he ran the stream of water along her body. “Thank–"

“And you have two of them," Teeba blurted with a grin, looking down at him while keeping her head angled upwards. “Like, do you know how rare it is for a drake to have two dicks? Excluding aquatics, though, they are smaller in general. It's, like, incredibly rare for a winged drake to have two cocks–"

“That's it, we are done," Luke said, folding the hose over itself. While part of him was genuinely curious, he still felt incredibly uncomfortable with the dragoness going into such detail.

“Hey, you asked," Teeba retorted, coiling a loop of hose around her paw to stop him from rolling it up.

“Not about dragon cocks." Luke sighed and tugged on the hose, only to find her grip stubbornly firm. He considered turning the water off at the tap, but knew he had promised to clean her. He could see the look in her eyes and knew that she had been enjoying riling him up, and a part of him felt bad for putting a stop to her amusement. “Could we talk about something else… anything else? Or nothing. Nothing works just as well."

“Awww," Teeba whined but released her grip on the hose. “Fiiiine," she added, smiling sheepishly as Luke looked up at her with a hand on his hip and an unamused expression on his face. “Like a good little 'ness, I'll speak only when spoken to," she added with a growing smirk.

“T, that's not what I meant, and you know it," he said, and even though she was joking, he felt hurt by her choice of words. Knowing that he had been responsible for guiding the conversation, he wasn't truly upset, and while a part of him was glad that she had relented, another part of him still had burning questions. Adjusting the nozzle, he resumed spraying her down and focused on a stubborn clump of mud and grass that clung to her chest. Despite his best efforts to clean her from a comfortable distance, he quickly realised he would need to actually use some elbow grease. Pulling the rag out from his pocket, he ran it under the hose before stepping forward and reaching out.

With the rag between his hands and her wet scales, he still felt strange touching her like this, and at first, he couldn't understand why. When he was serving his country, he had occasionally helped the dragons in his unit with their gear, often requiring close proximity or placing a hand on them as he moved past to make sure they knew he was there. Yet, despite having woken in Teeba's enbrace on more than one occasion, it felt oddly intimate to be touching her while her scales glistened with the cool water.

“Thanks," Teeba murmured softly as he continued to scrub, and once the clump came free, he ran the rag over her while hosing her off. “And sorry, I got a bit carried away."

Luke nodded in understanding. Deep down, he knew she was highly competitive and had likely percieved making him uncomfortable into a game. A game that she had to win. “It's okay, I started it," he admitted, rubbing the wet rag up and down the larger scales that lined the underside of her throat and ran down her chest. His touch became more confident as he alternated between rubbing the chunks of mud off her with the rag and running the hose over her scales.

His thoughts pulled in a variety of ways as he tried to think of what it felt like to clean her. Despite the glossy scales, any similarities to washing his truck fell short as soon as she shifted her weight and he felt the muscles under her scales flex. Likewise, while his truck consisted mostly of flat surfaces, her body was made up exclusively of curves and sweeping lines, which he stroked gently with his hand. He could feel his cheeks burning as he cleaned her, but he swallowed and focused on each patch of stuck mud. After all, he had promised he would clean her, and there was nothing inappropriate in helping her, and after everything she had done for him, it was the very least he could do.

“You know… I can't remember the last time someone washed me like this," Teeba mused, and when Luke looked up, he was glad to see that she wasn't focused on him but rather looking toward the gutters of the house.

“Let's not make it weird." Wringing out the cloth, he folded it over itself, then resumed cleaning her shoulder and working down her foreleg.

“I'm not, I'm just thinking..." Teeba mused. Thankfully, she lifted her foreleg for him so he didn't have to squat. “No, I don't think I've had a partner do this for me."

“Really?" Luke asked, struck by the idea that none of her previous partners had taken the time to clean her. “Not ever?"

Teeba's tail flicked as she shook her head in surprise at her own revelation. “No… never. Like, sure, I've taken showers with friends growing up, but it was just a case of cleaning yourself, so that doesn't count… and my ex had a thing about showering with a 'ness. He really didn't want to and was kinda weird about it, actually… so… nope! This is new for me too," she concluded, looking down at him with a genuinely warm smile.

“Well, how about that?" Luke mused as he used the hose to wet some stubborn mud on her wrist, then scrubbed more vigorously with the rag. From the corner of his eye, he saw her head lowering closer to him, and when he glanced at her, her smile had grown into the telltale playful, toothy grin she wore when she had a joke to tell.

Lowering her voice to a soft, innocent whisper, she leaned closer so only he could hear. “Luke… please be gentle, it's my first time."

Without turning his head, he flicked his eyes toward her and gave her an exaggerated glare. However, the combination of her wide, innocent eyes and the way she tilted her head down slightly to appear more bashful caused the corners of his lips to curl. With a quiet laugh, he shook his head and ran the hose across her paw. “You're ridiculous."

Tilting her head to one side, she batted her eyelids to try to get his attention. Only when he glanced up from her paw did she add, “and–"

“And pretty, yes. Very pretty," Luke confirmed, noticing her paw wavering in the air. Having held it up for him to wash her foreleg, it was becoming fatigued, so he quickly twisted the nozzle on the hose to shut off the water. Feeding the hose between his legs, he held it between his thighs so he could use one hand to support her paw and continue cleaning. With her purple paw in one hand and a rag in the other, he stroked the cloth between her digits, taking care to keep his skin away from her sharp claws. Up close, he could really see the difference in their sizes. Having quite large hands himself, it felt strange that his palm was dwarfed by her paw pads and that his thick fingers paled in comparison to her scaled digits. Before eating, the dragoness had briefly hosed her paws, but as he wrapped the cloth around a finger and pressed it between her toes, he found she had missed a few spots. Moving down toward her talons, he noticed each one moved independently of her digit. Without asking, Teeba clenched her paw, and he watched them extend in a curling motion. He knew most dragons had retractable claws, but he had never seen exactly how they extended.

“Huh."

“Mmmhm?"

“Oh, I just thought they came out differently," Luke mused, quickly wiping down each talon one by one. “I didn't expect them to curl as much as they do," he added, letting go of her paw.

“Did you think they came out straight? Like Wolverine's claws?" Teeba asked with a smirk as she held her paw out for him to rinse off.

Luke's cheeks flushed as he chuckled, and even though he waved his hand to dismiss the idea, she saw right through him and laughed. Taking a moment to rinse out the rag, he admired his handiwork and realised he wasn't even halfway done. “Sometimes I just forget just how big you are."

“Gee, thanks," Teeba said flatly, even though her chest and belly vibrated with a chuckle. “I'm actually a healthy size, thank you very much."

“You know what I mean," Luke retorted, stepping towards her other foreleg and beginning to scrub her shoulder. “I just can't believe you do this every day."

“Well… we don't do this every day. But we don't pull trucks out of mud and cause shit every day," she mused, flinching when he ran his hand too close to her armpit. “I mean, it's not like we don't shower. But usually it's just a soapy rinse to get the city grime off, and remember, we don't sweat like you do. Scales are better than skin in that regard."

Luke nodded as he cleaned her elbow and re-rinsed the cloth before holding his hand out for her paw. Holding her foot against the side of his waist, he rubbed the cloth up and down her forearm and felt the muscles that ran along its length. Cleaning in silence, he worked his way down to her wrist and then began washing her paw. His fingers inadvertently stroked her paw pads as he pressed the damp cloth between each digit, noticing just how soft and delicate they were. He hadn't really paid much attention to the paws of dragons before, but he had assumed they would be rougher until he remembered the paw balm she had him buy. Compared to the rest of the dragons in Crestmead, Teeba clearly devoted more time and money to her personal care. The small detail reminded him that she was an outsider to the town and had come from the city, where she had likely spent most of her days walking on carpet rather than dirt and rocks.

Finishing with her paw, he let go of it and began to wash her side. Standing at full height, the dragoness's spine was level with his shoulders, and with her folded wings held high, he didn't have to crouch to wash the muck off her. He refrained from reaching under her belly as he worked his way back towards her hips and blushed as he scrubbed a surprisingly soft area at her waist. Alternating back to the hose, he rinsed her haunches and continued to rub her down. With one hand resting on her hip, he stroked the cloth down the leading edge of her hind legs and was surprised by how robust the muscles felt beneath her scales. His mind quickly reminded him that her hind legs were used to launch her into the sky, and even though she hadn't been trained like the dragons he fought alongside, she was still a powerful creature.

As the silence between them grew longer, Luke's mind began to wander. Working his way back up her hind leg, he still had questions about the logistics of such a large creature being intimate with a human. The dragoness seemed quite open to the idea, yet he couldn't help feeling there was no way a man could truly satisfy such a larger creature. Try as he might to focus on her scales, he couldn't shake the curiosity and finally gave in.

“T, can I ask you a personal question? But I don't want you to get the wrong idea," Luke mused, rinsing out the cloth. Looking toward her front, he saw her turn her neck to look back and nod with a confused expression. “You said you have been with a human, right?" he asked. When she nodded and began to grin, he returned to washing her rump and found the words easier to say if he focused on the grey scales in front of him. “I'm just curious, because you know… we are a fair bit smaller…" he said and prayed that she understood what he was alluding to.

To his surprise and gratitude, the dragoness took his question seriously. “You want to know what it was like? To be with a man?" she asked, and Luke nodded.

The long pause that followed made Luke frown, and when he glanced back toward her head, he sighed as he saw her playful grin begin to spread even wider across her snout.

“Gee, Luke, I didn't know you were into other men–"

“That's not what I meant, T," Luke retorted softly, beginning to scrub more vigorously. “I just mean… there's a pretty big size difference between a man and a 'ness. I'm just curious how it all works, and what you get out of it."

“I'm guessing you aren't asking for a demonstration," Teeba said with a chuckle but refrained from teasing him further, lowering her wings to her sides as he rinsed off her hind leg. “What I got out of it… well, that's an interesting question. The last man I was with was quite sweet, but if I'm honest, he was more interested in his drake friend than me. He was just kinda curious, I guess. His partner, however, definitely played for both teams. It was nice, though, being the center of attention."

Luke's hand paused, holding the rag against her as he tried to process what she was saying. “Wait… what? I know you said you were with them, but... At the same time?" he asked, tearing his gaze away from her flank to look up at her.

Teeba's sheepish grin and the playfulness in her eyes made him wonder if she was winding him up, but when she nodded, he couldn't stop his eyebrows from lifting. “Oh, hey now, it wasn't anything serious. Well, not between me and them, anyway. They were pretty serious together, though."

Her words created a cyclone of thoughts in Luke's mind. He had heard stories of people in the city being more open-minded about polyamory, but he had always considered them hearsay or at least not as common as many made it out to be. His stunned silence was quickly noticed by the dragoness, who shuffled her wings tighter against her sides.

“Hey, don't be judging me, farm boy. It wasn't anything serious. Just some fun between friends," she said, and while she smiled, he noticed a hint of defensiveness in her voice.

The last thing he wanted to do was insult her, so he quickly shook his head. “No, you be you," he said before chuckling softly. “It's just not something me and my friends do," he added and was glad that she laughed.

“Maybe you need better friends," Teeba retorted with a giggle and leaned her hind end towards him to resume scrubbing. “But that's not what you asked! You want to know how to please a dragoness."

“That's not what I—"

Ignoring him, Teeba interrupted in a matter-of-fact voice. “Well, first things first. A relationship built on sex isn't really much of a relationship. And unless a 'ness is in heat, she'll want more than just a good dicking, regardless of whether her partner is human or a dragon."

Luke nodded in understanding and smirked as he rinsed out the cloth. “Like head pats and fisting?" he joked and chuckled as she nodded enthusiastically.

“Now you're getting it!" she giggled, adding to his joke before shaking her head. “But no, it's more than just bedroom stuff. That's just the 'frosting' on the cake," she added, grinning at her choice of words.

Luke chuckled and took a deep breath. “I know what you're saying, but I'm more talking about the actual act. Like… surely a drake is… bigger. Right?"

Teeba nodded before looking away. “Yeah, but that's not really a surprise, right? Can't help biology. But it's really not that big of a deal. See, some of us dragons are a bit more relaxed about that sort of thing. Remember, drakes come in all shapes and sizes," she explained, and Luke was glad she was looking away as his cheeks became bright red. Using the hose, he began to wet the area behind her hips, where her tail joined her body. “Don't get me wrong, some 'nesses are picky as fuck. I once worked with this 'ness who wouldn't date any drake that didn't have a knot. She said if a drake ain't gonna hang around for cuddles, he ain't worth her time. Me, though… Well, I don't like big drakes."

Luke's grip on the nozzle of the hose tightened as she spoke, and he found himself increasingly uncomfortable behind her. Using one hand to keep her tail steady, he promised to come back to her tail base and instead walked down alongside her tail to scrub from the tip first.

“Some 'nesses like it, though, and take it as a challenge, but not me. I like to be able to sit the next day," she added and looked back with a broad smile on her snout. “So what I'm saying is I prefer a man who can take care of me over some big drake with a monster schlong," she added with a chuckle. “But to each their own."

“Right…" Luke replied as he scrubbed her tail clean. Thankfully, it wasn't as dirty as the rest of her, but he still took his time working the cloth all around its tapering girth. Pausing to rinse off a few feet of her tail, Luke realised what she had said, and how he was taking care of her. His mind became torn with this new information—was he accidentally leading her on? This was just meant to be him helping her, but was she thinking it was something more? Should he say something to set things straight? Should he stop?

“But as for the sex itself? Yeah, it can still be good for both parties. But I've been with a drake who had a knotted cock, but was selfish and liked it rough, and I've been with a nice man who told me I was pretty. Trust me, I found the latter much more enjoyable," she explained, and when Luke looked up at her, he saw a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. The look was fleeting before her grin broadened. “Also, with a man, there's no chance of eggs!" Teeba added gleefully.

Nodding in agreement, Luke continued to wash her while processing what she was saying. He had begun to piece together the details of Teeba's previous partners and it was becoming clear that her ex had indeed been a piece of work. However, before he could dwell on it more, Teeba turned her head to look back at him.

“But enough about me. What about Luke?" she asked, causing him to frown. “What does Luke look for in a woman… or man? I ain't judging," she added with a chuckle.

Feeling his cheeks once again burn in embarrassment, he focused on her scales and rubbed them more quickly. “Oh, let's not. Please."

“Nah, you know what I like, but I don't know what Luke likes. So, what is it? Blondes or brunettes? It's blondes isn't it? It's always blondes… no?" she asked playfully. When he simply shook his head and refused to engage, she shuffled her wings and looked ahead. “Redheads?! A bit of fire, eh? Good on you!"

Screwing the nozzle of the hose to release the water, Luke washed her tail base and 'accidentally' flicked the hose toward her face when she turned her head to look back at him. His actions had the opposite effect as the dragoness roared with laughter. “Redheads! Aww, look at you. The gingers need some love after all! What about boobs? They're a thing, right?"

Unable to keep a straight face, Luke simply smiled and shook his head as he shut off the water with the nozzle and ran his hand along the base of her tail. “Yes, Teeba, boobs are indeed a thing. Now, can we drop it?"

“Awww, but I want to know what Luke's dream girl is like. Is she pretty?" Teeba asked, nudging him with her rump to make him pause. “Prettier than me?"

Rolling his eyes, Luke refused to reply and washed off the rag before slapping it against her tail with a wet splat. Truthfully, he wasn't really sure what his ideal woman would be. Growing up, he had a collection of images in his homework folder of various women he dreamt of wooing. However, as he thought back to their lustrous forms and photoshopped bodies, he found himself no longer sure of what he wanted.

Pressing his hand against the curves where her tail met her rump, he swallowed and moved quickly. It felt intimate to touch her here, but he reminded himself that he was just washing her and kept his hands from lingering. To his surprise, however, as he scratched a stubborn speck of mud with his finger, her whole tail pulled away from him. Thinking he had done something wrong, he removed his hands and checked in with Teeba.

“Oh… it does that. It's fine," Teeba replied softly and relaxed, bringing her tail back to a more neutral position. “It's just a reflex. Like… I don't know, you humans have reflex things, right? Stuff you can't control?"

“Like tapping on a knee? And then your leg kicks?" he asked and saw her look even more confused. “Don't worry, I get it."

“That's a thing?" Teeba asked with amusement heavy in her voice. Already Luke could see that she would be trying this on him, if given the chance.

“Nope!" he replied too quickly to sound convincing, much to her amusement. Satisfied with this side of her rump being clean, Luke walked around to where her tail lay on the ground and stepped over the appendage before resuming on the other side. He could see the clean front paw he had started with and took solace in the fact that he was almost done. While he hadn't hated cleaning the dragoness, his hand was beginning to get sore from holding the rag, and his arm was beginning to tire.

Rubbing with more speed, he worked quickly up her tail and towards her hips. When he came to the sensitive patch at her tail base, he once again made her tail curl to the side. This time, however, whether it was because of his more assertive scrubbing or something else, her tail lifted slightly as it pulled to one side. Like a jigsaw puzzle slotting into place, Luke realised with horror why the dragoness's body reacted as it did. By stimulating that sensitive area, the primal part of her body must have thought he was a drake mounting and had moved her tail to give him room. His mouth suddenly became incredibly dry, and as he snapped his head towards her, he was grateful that the dragoness was looking away. Her head remained tilted up, her eyes focused on the gutters of the house, seemingly strangely oblivious to his action. He didn't believe for a moment that she hadn't felt it, but appreciated that she didn't make a big deal of it. Quickly moving onto her thigh, he kept his hands away from the back of it and instead focused exclusively on the joints and leading edge.

Crouching down in the now sodden gravel driveway, Luke moved his hands down her hind legs and massaged the cloth across her stifle joint and down to the last paw that needed cleaning. From his lower angle, he saw mud still caked up under her belly and between her thighs. Silently, he prayed that the dragoness wouldn't demand he clean there too.

Finishing with her hind legs, he moved up to her side and gave it a scrub before standing back to admire his handiwork. “I think that's all of it," he said. When she turned her head to inspect, he was grateful that she nodded.

“I can do the rest," she replied and sat back on her haunches. He winced slightly as she sat down in the puddle of mud that had collected under her. Leaning back until her front paws came off the ground, the dragoness used her tail to stabilise herself and extended a forepaw towards Luke for the hose.

Grateful that the dragoness wasn't going to make him clean her more intimate areas, Luke set the nozzle to jet and passed her the hose. Not wanting to be awkward, he stood back and made himself busy collecting her bowl while she scrubbed her underside with a paw and the hose. He placed it against the side of the house, and when he turned around, he saw her drop to all fours and begin washing the tops of her wings while holding the hose in her maw.

It was clear by the ease of which she moved that this was how the dragoness would clean her large wings and she stretched her wings while angling them to catch the water. Craning her neck, she moved the hose over the long, sensitive flight surfaces, making short work of the stubborn dirt. Finally satisfied, she then gave her wings a flutter to dry them, sending droplets of water flying.

“Now I'm done," she said through her teeth as she held the hose in her jaws. “Your turn!"

In the moments before getting drenched, Luke mentally chastised himself for thinking the dragoness would simply pass the hose to him. To her credit, her aim was incredibly precise as he tried to dodge out of the way, but it was for naught when she tracked him with the stream and jetted him in the face with cold water. Stepping forward, Luke tried to reach for the nozzle in her mouth, but the dragoness simply reared up to keep it out of reach, all while giggling like mad.

Her laughter was infectious, and he turned around so she was showering his back before wiping his eyes and realising his error. Spotting the tap on the wall of the house, he dashed forward and twisted the handle shut.

“That's cheating!" Teeba protested as the stream of water suddenly became nothing more than a drizzle.

Luke chuckled at her exaggerated pout and wiped his eyes again. Flicking the water from his hands, he smiled up at her and extended his hand for the hose. “I can wash myself, thank you."

Teeba dropped back to all fours but still held the hose high. “But… I want tooooo," she protested as best she could with the garden hose still in her mouth. “Come on, My house, my rules."

“But I'm the guest," Luke retorted with a smile, running his hand through his wet hair to wring out some water.

“But I'm your landlord," Teeba countered and stomped her forefeet in exaggerated but mock frustration.

“That doesn't mean you can drown me," Luke laughed, keeping his hand on the tap. “Come on, let me wash. I've still got to wash the truck, remember?"

“Oh, I'll wash it," Teeba said, turning her head to angle the hose towards his truck. “Turn it on!"

Seeing straight through her ploy, he simply shook his head and knew that she was going to try and soak him. Keeping one hand on the tap, he ran his two feet along the hose and in one motion, opened the valve while folding the hose over itself. The result was the hose in Teeba's mouth briefly jetting a shot of water at his truck, but by the time she whipped her head around to soak him, the water had stopped.

Her guilty smile made him laugh and, after letting go of the tap, he extended his arm to gesture for her to give up the nozzle. “Come on, give it here," he said, doing a grabbing motion with his outstretched hand. Her reply was a simple shake of her head while still holding on to the hose in her mouth. With an exaggerated sigh, Luke eased his grip on the folded section of hose—not enough to give her the full flow, but just enough for a frustratingly gentle stream to be expelled from its nozzle.

With small flicks of her head, Teeba tried to reach him with the water, but each drop landed short. Slowly, she inched closer towards him and growled playfully as he restricted the flow even more. Her long tail lashed the air in frustration, before it returned to playfully swaying from side to side.

Luke found her pouting even more humorous as she tried again and again to win him over. Unfortunately for her, he was in complete control of the flow of water. “Come on, T. There isn't an unlimited supply of water," he said, noticing her eyes widened in realisation. “Yeah, that's right. Remember, you ain't on town water. If you run out, you're out, and it doesn't look like it's going to rain anytime soon," he added and gestured towards the almost barren sky. He knew that he was only partially lying to her and in fact, many farms in the area called upon water trucks to resupply them when their tanks ran out. However she didn't need to know that right now.

“Better let me wash you quickly then," Teeba retorted with a grin. Her tail betrayed her intentions as it ceased swaying behind her and became deathly still. With a sudden lunge, she leapt towards him with head and neck outstretched.

Without hesitating, Luke squeezed the hose over itself and cut off the flow completely. “Ha! Nice try," he cried triumphantly as she stopped with her head above him. The dragoness growled low in her throat as she jiggled the head up and down to try and get water out of the hose to wet him. With his other hand, he turned off the tap in case she got any ideas to make his hand release the folded hose. Cranking the tap tightly, he made sure it would be difficult for her to undo and then put both hands on his hips. “Now, drop it," he said with a grin and laughed as she stomped her forepaws dramatically.

Finally, she rolled her eyes and, after taking a deep breath, Teeba dropped the hose. With a wet thud, the end landed between her forepaws, and she flopped back onto her haunches with an exaggerated huff. “You are no fun anyway," she teased and stuck her long tongue out at him.

“Hatchling," Luke chuckled under his breath and bent down to pick up the hose. In the corner of his eye, he realised his mistake as he saw her shadow shift. Before he could react, he felt something firm press at his lower back, and then suddenly his belt became painfully tight. “Gah!!! Teeebaaahh!!" he cried as he was lifted off his feet.

With his sturdy leather belt in her jaws, the dragoness heaved her neck back and rose to all fours. The Marine's legs and arms flailed and lashed out, trying to grab something—anything—but to little avail. Each step was laboured as the dragoness curled her neck back to keep his mass somewhat close to her own, half-stumbling, half-running to the paved area behind the house.

“Put me down!!!" Luke cried. His eyes went wide as he recognised the pavers and caught sight of the deck chair he had used the night before. “Teeeee—" was all he managed before he suddenly saw the blue of her pool and was released. Crashing into the water with an undignified splash, Luke felt water rush up his nose and into his mouth.

Disoriented, he tried to remain calm and waited for his natural buoyancy to bring him to the surface. Breaking through, he coughed and hacked while gasping for air. Whipping his head around at the cackle of laughter, he glared at Teeba, who was in complete hysterics. Her half-folded wings shook violently as she laughed, her smile draining all weight from his glare. “Teeee-blooop—" she managed before breaking into further laughter.

Unable to touch the bottom, Luke tried to tread water but quickly realised his jeans were making his kicks laboured. Regardless, he still used one hand to cup the water at the surface and send it flying towards the laughing dragoness. The splash of water across her chest seemed to startle her out of her fit, and as she looked at him with a predatory glint, he realised his mistake.

He tried to put distance between them as the dragoness crouched down on all fours and leapt into the water. Instead of diving straight down, however, Teeba launched herself toward him, angling her body so the splash threw as much water as possible into his face. Ducking under the ensuing wave, Luke was still pushed back a few feet by the water she displaced and resurfaced to find it churning around him. Teeba was already floating at the surface, her mouth open in a joyous smile as she began circling him with lazy kicks. “Was that really necessary?" he asked, sweeping his hands back and forth.

“What? You were dirty," she giggled and dipped her snout into the water to flick more at him. “And you wouldn't let me use the hose… so, I got creative."

Shaking his head, Luke began to swim toward the edge of the pool. Every kick felt heavy as the waterlogged denim tried to pull him down, reminding him of his training where he had to swim in full combat gear.

“Awww, what are you doing?" Teeba whined. When Luke climbed the steps, he looked back to see her genuinely disappointed. “Don't make me pick you up again."

“Teeba, as great as the pool is, my jeans don't exactly make great swimwear," he called as he stepped out and flicked his hands. Patting his pockets, his heart sank when he felt his phone. Hastily pulling it out, he recalled that it was supposed to be water-resistant, though that did little to reassure him. Pressing the lock button, he breathed a sigh of relief when the screen lit up, then glanced back at the lonely dragoness bobbing in the pool.

“So… take them off then," Teeba called back. “Your pants, take them off. I assume you have underwear on?" She used her tail to slowly propel herself in a wide arc around the pool. “Come on, it's just a swim," she said, and for a moment, Luke considered returning to the water.

“Teeba, I need to clean the truck—"

“Oh shush." Teeba dove her head under the water, then lifted it again, letting the water cascade down her long neck. “Work can wait. Get in and relax for once."

Luke hesitated, his hand lingering near his belt buckle. The water was indeed refreshing, but swimming alone with the dragoness felt strangely intimate, even though he told himself she was just a friend.

She seemed to read his reaction and rolled her eyes. “Luke, get in or I'll drag you in… again," Teeba said, using her folded wing to gently splash the water. “Come on, it's nothing sus, just a swim. Besides, we've already slept together… twice," she added with a giggle.

He wasn't sure how serious her threat was, but as he contemplated her words, he realized he was overthinking it. “Fine," he said, ignoring her squeal of glee. He unclasped his belt, pulled it free of his sodden jeans, and turned around. Even with his underwear on, it felt odd to undo his fly while facing her. Sliding the zipper free, he tried to peel off his pants only to find the soaking wet denim clinging stubbornly to his legs. He tugged again and again until they reached his knees, then froze when he heard something that made his blood run cold.

At first, he hoped he had imagined it. But as he turned, he saw that Teeba had also stopped smiling and was looking toward the house. Then they heard it again: the heavy rush of wind and the leathery beat of wings as a dragon flared for landing.

Luke felt like a deer caught in headlights as he half stood, half crouched, jeans around his knees. Whoever had landed had at least chose the other side of the house, giving him a few seconds to pull his pants up. “Are you expecting anyone?" he asked frantically.

“No…" Teeba said, concern etched in her voice. With a flick of her tail, she moved to the edge of the pool and climbed out, water streaming off her body and wings. “Hello?" she called. Luke was surprised to see her wings lift in what he could only describe as a defensive pose.

Tugging firmly at his pants, Luke swore as he managed to get them halfway up his thighs. A faded blue dragoness emerged from where they had been using the hose. Weathered with age, her scales lacked the luster of youth, yet her eyes sparkled in delight as she spotted Luke in his compromised position. “Oh lawd, I'm so sorry, I should have called out," Liirahn called out, yet made no motion to excuse herself. “I was in the air and just wanted to drop by to give you both my famous meatloaf, as promised," she added and trotted towards them, a knowing grin on her snout as she took in the sight of the young Clipper with his pants down for a dragoness.