Chapter 3

Vanilla sighed and shook out his fluff, all kinds of ruffled from the wind on his way home from class. He’d missed the bus by just moments due to a crowd of anthros he could hardly push through, and worst of all he realized he left some of his project materials back in an empty classroom, of course only when he’d already walked halfway to his apartment. It wasn’t a particularly long walk for most, but it took him considerably longer, owing to his short legs and all. All to say, by the time he pushed through the door, he was all kinds of huffy about the world and the day he’d had.

He was in the middle of one of these huffs as he reached up high to put his coat away when he was interrupted by a pair of broad, golden paws scooping right beneath his elbows, lifting him up. After a brief moment of surprise, Vanilla squeaked indignantly instead, peering straight up at the grinning set of whiskers above. “H-how did you.. My door was locked!” He complained, tail swishing.

“You leave your window open, silly. It’s really easy to pop the screen off with a screwdriver. I come over all the time for snacks.” Lavender beamed, leaning down to nuzzle affectionately at his fuzzy nose, prompting the fluffdragon to blink-blink as a lot of things clicked, namely the fact he always ran out of cookies when he’d sworn he hadn’t eaten them.

“I’m gonna start locking those, too! Then you’ll have to, uhm… crawl down the chimney! And your fur is gonna get all covered in ash!” Vanilla protested, sticking his tongue out even as he got carried across the home, and set down on the couch.

Lavender laughed and playfully batted one of his ears in return, combing his fluff with her claws before squinting a bit. “Speaking of dirty fur. You do look kinda gray.. But, I made you noodles first!” The lioness padded over to the kitchen, returning with two steaming bowls and two sets of chopsticks, tail proudly lifted at her clear culinary expertise.

Vanilla was half-tempted to tease her back about it as revenge, but after a rumble from his fuzzy stomach he couldn’t help raising his paws and making grabby motions, squeaking happily when the warm ramen got set right in front of him. He leaned in quickly and was already slurping away by the time Lavender had put some awful reality TV show on, too wrapped up with the food to pay much attention.

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With a newly full belly, he’d sprawled out across Lavender’s lap, comfy little coos escaping the fluffdragon’s soft muzzle as he relaxed and lazily snuggled up. It helped that one of her warm mitts was stroking along his flank, tracing from a fuzzy ear down to his tail, playfully wrapping it around her paw every now and then and rubbing at the limb. He squeaked in protest a bit each time but didn’t manage much in the way of words, at least until the lioness clicked off the tv and reached to playfully ruffle his belly fur, which was plenty enough to wake him up from the cozy haze and make him trill in alarm.

“Gotcha.” Lavender laughed, leaning in to tap her nose to Vanilla’s, before drawing back again. “C’mon. I’m spoiling you today. Let’s clean up your fur.” She purred with just a hint of mischief, scooping a paw beneath his back and then tossing him over her shoulder like a bag, already padding off to the dragon’s bathroom.

For how small he was, it was rather luxuriously large, although the pastel murals he’d painted across the walls spoiled the environment some for the lioness. Too soft, not bright enough, but the concept was pretty close to graffiti at least. With a shrug, she set him down on the counter again, closing the door behind them and clicking on the overhead fan. “C’mon! Strip already, fluffbutt. You can’t have a bath with all your clothes on, can you?” Lavender smirked, causing the fluffy little dragon to blush despite how many times the pair had been in various states of undress in front of each other.

“I-i know, I just, uhm.. Mmh.” He nuzzled a little deeper into his sweater, but it was too late to protest - Lavender had already tossed her shirt and top into a corner, followed by her quickly shrugging off her shorts. Predictably, she hadn’t worn much beneath, tufts of fur and a feline lack of anything protruding on her torso keeping her relatively modest, as long as she didn’t swish her tail too highly. She purred down at Vanilla, making him realizing he’d been staring and prompting an even blushier squeak, but she just stuck her tongue out and pranced off, knowing the gay fluffdragon had little interest beyond mild curiosity with her bits.

As she turned around to start playing with the knobs of the tub, Vanilla took the chance to start wriggling out of his own clothing, his sweater slipping over his head and pants sliding clean off, paired with a set of overly colorful boxers, and all getting set in the corner where Lavender had unceremoniously dumped her own clothes. Before Vanilla could turn around and climb into the water, though, he caught the lioness sniffing at the steam-filled air, and she gasped and stifled a cackle as she met his gaze. “You’re…? Dude.”

Vanilla squealed softly and hugged his tail between his legs, chewing on the tip shyly, his soft white muzzle basically pure rose-red at this point. “I-it happens! I can’t really.. Control it, just kinda.. didn’t wanna call attention to it…” Vanilla trailed off into a whine, hiding his eyes behind his paws quickly too, but he was quickly cut off by Lavender crouching down and nuzzling beneath his chin, rumbling a reassuring purr and reaching to gently comb a paw over one of his ears.

“Did you really think I’d tease you over it? You can just say you’re going into season, silly. It’s not like I didn’t spend my entire last heat hanging out with you, right?” Vanilla peeked out from his paws and nodded, giggling a bit at many times he’d had to go on snack runs while the lioness was stuck inside, and how she’d spent the day gnawing at pillows all frustrated. Even if he was still flustered, he smiled softly and hugged her back, careful to still keep his tail between them. “You smell sweet.” Lavender did note with a particularly loud rumble, tapping noses with her friend and going to wrap her much larger paw around his, tugging him along into the bath.

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Lavender had been the first one to slip into the bath, patting her stomach for the smaller fluffdragon to snuggle right onto. It really was amazing just how much larger she was, despite only being a year older than him, she easily was a few feet taller, able (and frequently did) to lean over and use his head like a counter. Even if Vanilla grumbled about it on occasion, in times like this he was perfectly happy to cuddle right up to her midriff, using the lioness like a cushion to curl up on. He’d nuzzled into her puff of chest fur, happy little purrs escaping him, the earlier blushiness all but forgotten - until his friend’s voice piped up, and her tail lashed curiously in the bath below the pair.

“..What’s it like?” She couldn’t help but ask, a paw reaching out to stroke warmly down his spine, louder purrs joining Vanilla’s own as the pair relaxed in the warmth of the water. “You mean, uhm..” He stammered out, prompting a laugh from Lavender again.

“Sorry, not teasing. You’re just really cute. I mean going into rut, you sweet fluff.” She gently traced her paw down to grasp his tail again, half-massaging and half-simply playing with it like a toy, swishing it this way and that between deeper strokes of her pads.

“I-i, I mean.. Probably not t-too different from you? Heat, I mean. Uhm. Mhm!” The fluffdragon squealed softly, burying his muzzle back into her fur once more.

“Is it intense? I get stuck feeling like clawing something, or someone, up. It’s awful. I can’t imagine you being as toothy as me, though.” Lavender grinned playfully, baring her fangs a little.

“I don’t, uhm, think.. quite as bad, maybe. I just get blushy and a little shivery. Warm, but I don’t overheat, really. Sometimes I, uhm, need to cross my legs, if I get really distracted with thoughts.”

“I can tell. Not to scare you, but.. You’re kinda, ah. Poking me right now.” Lavender gently patted his back, her tail swishing amusedly at the end of the bathtub while the fluffdragon quickly wiggled, eyes wide. She silenced his quick squeaks of apologies with another pad, rubbing at his muzzle. “It’s fine. C’mon, we might as well get you comfy.” And with that, she scooped him right up by the waist, turning the dragon over so he could lay belly-up atop her and she could hug him close from behind, exposing his fuzzy bits to the open, steamy air.

He was, in fact, just a bit aroused - not in a particular response to anything around him, especially not the lioness, but more at the lingering thoughts brought up by discussing his season. The once or twice where he /had/ acted upon it, with various ex-partners, and the fun that had led to. Still, he wriggled softly and blushed furiously, knowing his friend was as much peering down at his soft parts as much as he was.

“Nice.” Lavender commented finally with an amused snort, playfully gnawing at the soft dragon’s neck and tracing a paw to rub at his stomach, dangerously close to the inch or two of pink fluffdragon arousal peeking out of his soft white sheath, and the two dangly orbs below. He squirmed more at the touch, fighting a losing battle with keeping himself modest, the teeth poking between his nape and throat not helping at all. “If you’re gonna keep wriggling like that, I might as well just rub you off myself so we can relax in peace, mm?” She did tease with a tail lash, a few droplets sprayed across their furred forms.

“I-if you want.” Vanilla half-murmured with a soft whimper, paws flexing as he grew even more flustered, entirely unrelated to the temperature of the water.

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Lavender blinked at that, her head tilted softly as she peered down at the soft dragon below her. She enjoyed teasing him so very much, and wasn’t shy about including risque topics in that - but she never pushed him too far, and was always respectful of his boundaries. As much as she just wanted to squeeze the life out of him for how cute he was, she understood he wasn’t particularly into what she had to offer. Until this moment at least. “..Hm?” Was all the lioness could manage, her pads resting in place and simply kneading his belly.

“I-i just mean, uhm.. I-it doesn’t have to be.. weird, between us. Just, uhm, friends, hanging out, doing.. S-sorry. I made it weird.” Vanilla shrunk a bit out of shame, whining sadly and letting his tail anxiously curl.

“It’s not! You just caught me off guard, fluffbutt.” Lavender quickly rumbled back, nuzzling in reassuringly at the side of his neck, her paws resuming their rubbing across his form. “I don’t mind. Actually, I think it’d be fun to see you squirm. Just pipe up if it gets to be too much.”

Vanilla opened his muzzle to give a blushy response, but words quickly dissolved into a whiiine as Lavender’s pads stroked lower, wrapping around his soft sheath and exploring over it. He had to fight the urge to close his legs as he shivered, tense as her paws dragged along sensitive bits.

“Relax.” Lavender purred deeply into one of his ears, one paw cupping and tugging at Vanilla’s thigh to keep him open and the other curling around his budding length, soft strokes already being delivered, his slick sheath being slid up and down his length.

The fluffdragon squirmed out of sensitivity, the particular season making every touch heightened, shivers of pleasure running up and down his spine. He couldn’t help gaspy little squeaks bubbling free of his muzzle, tilting his head back and rolling his soft hips, tail thumping quickly against Lavender’s own thighs. It wasn’t long before he was growing in her paw, his sweet scent flooding the heated air of the bathroom, until he’d been fully unsheathed and left cupped in her palm.

Lavender took a moment to simply examine the dragonhood she was holding, prompting even further flustered wiggling from the fluff at all the attention - but, she rumbled reassuringly, gaze shining across his length. The soft dragon certainly wasn’t setting any records, but he wasn’t small either, keeping his size in mind. A rather perfect size to comfortably curl her paw around, she decided, tracing a claw slowly over his features. His entire length was a soft pink instead of a typical male’s angry red, matching his white fuzz rather adorably. Soft ridges trailed down from a tapered tip, clearly a point of sensitivity for the fluff as he squirmed closely when her claw dragged over them, although she had a feeling the currently half-swollen knot resting just above his sheath would be far more sensitive.

Her slow, steady gaze was broken by a loud whine from the dragon atop her, Vanilla twitching and helplessly giving little hip thrusts, teased and left without stimulation. She couldn’t help an amused laugh in response, her purrs redoubling as she grasped him again and resumed her motions, more eager this time. “Alright, no more breaks. Get ready, dork.”

And with that, she started quickly stroking him, her pads dragging from his sensitive tip down to curl and hold at his knot, and then back to the top again. Her other paw curled to hold his fuzzy pouch below, eagerly kneading and tugging at the orbs within, prompting a few shots of sweet slickness to escape his tip, only making it easier for Lavender to rub away at her friend. His ridges flared softly as she continued to touch at their sensitive curves, his knot swelling just a bit with each pass, until it was gently inflated and twitching within the warmth of her paw.

With the pleasure flooding through him, his gasps and coos only grew worse, heated muzzle helplessly tossing this way and that as he grasped at whatever he could - her pelt, the edge of the tub, even his own flanks. A steady stream of wetness was dripping and occasionally shooting into both his friend’s paws and across his soft stomach, coating the pair rather effectively in his sweet, seasoned scent. But, it finally grew to be too much as the pressure gathered between his legs, and he half-gasped half-whined out an alarmed trill, trying to warn Lavender.

The lioness only gave a deep, affectionate purr, just a hint of possession over this soft creature present in her tone. She nosed in against his neck once more, jaws parting to gently grasp upon it, the fluff atop’s whines only growing in intensity as he was left trembling, sensitively shivering despite the warmth of the water all around. But, at last, she traced her paw down to the swollen bulb at the base of his shaft, gripping right beneath it and giving a steady, tight tug upwards pads rubbing across the throbbing surface. “Go for it. Don’t worry about the mess.” Lavender murmured quietly into an oversized ear, deeply rumbling at him.

Lavender had clearly laid with wolves or some other creature with similar anatomy before, as she knew exactly where to grasp to make this fluff melt. Melt he did, in fact, Vanilla crying out and shutting his eyes, fluffy form trembling and then hips helplessly humping as ropes of warm seed arced across his stomach, painting it whiter than it already was. Lavender’s eyes did widen a bit at how long his shuddering, messy climax dragged on for, her tail swishing affectionately at the fluff simply.. letting go, and riding through the overwhelming pleasure.

Finally, at last, his orgasm did taper off, although lazy spurts of his sweet fluids did escape him with a twitch every now and then, even after Lavender let go. “T-thaank.. thank you..” Vanilla panted out, his form riding out the final shakes as he practically melted into a puddle of fluff, bliss and relief both flooding through him. “S-sorry, uhm.. if it was.. weird.. I-i-“

Lavender cut him off with an affectionate little growl, tapping a pad against his muzzle and hugging him close. “It wasn’t. And it doesn’t have to change anything, yeah? Still best friends. Just, ah.. Ones who’ve y’know. Shared a helping paw.” She laughed at that, her paw stroking across his matted belly fur. “Dude. I have met wolves less messy than that, though. Seriously impressive. I’ll wash you off, you don’t look like you can even move.”

Vanilla gave a meek, appreciative nod, his limbs limp as she reached for a bar of soap.

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By the time Lavender had cleaned his fluff thoroughly and dried him off, the dragon was already asleep in her arms, even before she brought him to bed and snuggled right up, left without a choice from his small bed. Not that she’d have it any other way, of course. Something about this little dragon, the little things like his fuzzy tail thumping lovingly even asleep, made her show rare, deep affection. Something to muse on another day, perhaps, as she hugged him close like a stuffed animal and yawned, already drifting off to sleep herself.