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“Ambrosia?”

The lilac dragoness looked up from her phone, then back down again to actually see her date. Ambrosia’s round, red-lensed sunglasses hid her bemused eyes, and their golden rims matched the huge ring through her septum.

Ambrosia’s red, sleeveless dress let her show off her toned, tattoo-freckled arms - the left one was dotted with oval eyes, and the right was tattooed with a long skeletal spine that spiralled serpentine from the shoulder down to the wrist. To complete the look, her dress, already form–fitted to her slender, small-chested figure, was shaped with a gold-buckled belt. She had the look of a poised, precise, glamorous movie star on a day out - a good first impression for a blind date.

It did seem to have her date smitten.

Seraphina was the textbook definition of a short queen, only just a little over 4 and a half feet in height. The violet Noibat’s style was a fascinating collision of nerd and goth aesthetics. She had thick, round glasses in front of her big yellow eyes, and black piercings in her huge dish-like bat ears. Her fanged snout had a little ring of black lipstick around it.

She also wore a black graphic tee with the indecipherable logo of some black metal band, along with dark pants and a thick metal-studded belt. Over all of that was a white labcoat, of all things, like she was on her way to a gig straight from work at the lab.

It was a pretty powerful look, all things considered, even if it did make her look wildly mismatched with the dragoness. They were so incongruous, Ambrosia half wondered if someone was going to take a photo of them, post it online, and suddenly they’d go viral as the latest ‘me and who’ meme.

She was fine if people stared. She was hard to fluster.

“You’re Seraphina I’m guessing?” Ambrosia said.

“Yeah, that’s me,” the little bat said. She had the fidgety look of a student who had hit a wall with her studies, a subtle sense of barely contained anxious frustration. She even looked a little intimidated by the dragoness; while Ambrosia wasn’t quite six feet, she still had about a foot and a half on Seraphina.

Ambrosia couldn’t blame her.

Both for the exhaustion, and for the intimidated-ness. She’d seen that look many times from her time as a teaching assistant. Maybe Ambrosia and Seraphina had even been in the same room together before. There was a sneaking familiarity about the Noibat.

“Lovely to meet you,” Ambrosia said, proffering a hand for Seraphina to shake and trying to avoid leaning down.

“Oh n-no, let me, uhm…” Seraphina leapt up, flapping her winged arms once to get herself up to eye level, before offering one hand, expertly keeping herself aloft as she did so.

Ambrosia was a little impressed.

“You have to do this a lot, don’t you?” Ambrosia remarked.

“Yeah, hah,” Seraphina said, allowing herself to drift back down to the ground. “The life of a short queen, hehe…”

Her giggle was quite cute, a little chaotic, concentrated in the nose.

But Ambrosia didn’t want to give her the wrong impression. Even if this was a blind ‘date’, she planned on doing her best to de-emphasise the date part.

This was a networking exercise for Ambrosia; it was so difficult to meet new people, especially in academia. Organising one-on-one dates like this was a rather convenient way to strike up a friendship; and even if that didn’t happen, it was a good chance for her to yap someone’s ear off. She’d cultivated a reputation as someone who was quite unruffled, hard to rattle or embarrass, which also lead to a slight intimidating air. It was a reputation, not quite accurate to what was going on inside…

Really, Ambrosia was anxious, a little tightly wound. There was a lot she wanted to talk about, and rarely had the chance to cut loose and just ramble on about her life and all its ups and downs.

Ambrosia had a habit of monopolising the conversation - partly to soothe her own small anxieties and partly to keep the space firmly under her control. But Seraphina didn’t seem to mind.

The dragon didn’t feel much of a spark for the little bat.

Ambrosia hoped Seraphina wouldn’t come away from this too twitterpated.

But as the date went on, and as their somewhat one-sided conversation continued, Ambrosia became more and more aware that there was a one-way spark, blocked by a tripped fuse.

It was in the way Seraphina stared at her with big wide eyes, drinking up every word the dragoness said, far more voraciously than her mocha.

It was in the way she laughed a touch louder than ‘normal’ at the dragon’s little quips and asides, not even attempting to get a word in edgewise.

It was in the way she fidgeted with her napkin, tearing little strips from it and crumpling them up.And it was in the way she spun that sleek, shiny little white thing she’d placed on the table between them, off to the side next to her face-down phone.

It was disc-shaped, not quite big enough to be a case for a set of earbuds, and Seraphina couldn’t see any hinge or lid. Not even a charging port. It looked like fancy tech, but it could have just been a well-polished stone, a fidget toy she’d just found somewhere.

Ambrosia hadn’t passed a comment on it, but curiosity was taking up more and more space in her head, like a growing itch.

“Enough about me,” she said. “You’ve probably heard enough about botany to tide you over for a month, what’re you studying?”

“Pharmaceuticals,” Seraphina said shyly, still spinning the white pebble. “A lot less exciting than flowers, I mean, who cares how drugs work all that much… h-hey, can I get you another coffee?”

“Oh, no, allow me,” Ambrosia said, standing.

“You sure?”

“Of course. My treat.”

Ambrosia’s legs were a little restless, matching the rest of her mind. She needed to get some space. And it would be good to give the bat girl some breathing room too.

The dragoness glided into line just as a large group of people began to filter in through the coffee shop’s bell-adorned threshold. Perfect timing. If she’d been 10 seconds slower…

When she glanced over her shoulder, now and again, the dragon saw the bat was hunched over her phone, one paw stroking and tapping at the screen, the other picking up and playing with that little pebble.

She’d have to ask when she got back to the table…

She reached the counter, and smiled up at the lanky, nervous deer; they looked to be a trainee, and… well, also a little bit attracted to her.

“A mocha and a latte please,” she said; muscle memory brought her hand to her bag, and groped for a wallet that… didn’t seem to be there.

The deer was looking at her expectantly, awkwardly, seeing the growing afternoon rush queue growing behind the violet dragon.

Ambrosia felt a wave of self consciousness overwhelm her.

She glanced back towards the table, where Seraphina was already waiting to meet eye contact. The bat was holding up her wallet with an apologetic grin.

“Oh, one moment, sorry-” Ambrosia said, quickly wheeling around to hurry back to the table. “Shit, sorry, I don’t know how that happened…!”

“It’s okay!” Seraphina said. “Forgetfulness isn’t a crime or anything, is it?”

“Guess not, no,” Ambrosia giggled nervously.

“You’re okay!” Seraphina said. “Really. You left your phone here too.”

“Oh, did I?” If a scaled creature like her could blush, she might have been right now. Her ears felt hot. Embarrassment bloomed in her head. “Damn, thanks for looking out for me…”

“I’ll be honest, I only noticed a second ago! And I didn’t wanna follow you around like a lovesick puppy, haha…”

Oh. Lovesick.

If her hand hadn’t already been tipped… poor thing.

Ambrosia smiled patiently at the sweet little bat as she took her wallet from her.

The pebble on the table buzzed and pulsed.

Ambrosia made a mental note to finally ask the bat about it when she got back to the table.

Maybe it’d open her up.

She was pretty cute, come to think of it.

“Okay, be right back!”

“Great…” Seraphina said. Her phone buzzed and vibrated a little loudly, as did the little pebble. “S-sorry…”

Gosh. Really cute, actually. There was an endearing dorkiness about her…

The giggle that slid from Ambrosia’s throat caught her slightly by surprise. It was lighter, more effete than her usual husky chuckle. It was closer to Seraphina’s laugh, in fact.

She’d never heard herself laugh like that.

Or maybe she just hadn’t noticed her laugh like that before?

She caught herself giggling again as she settled up and paid, then she lingered and loitered at the bar, watching the bat from afar.

Ambrosia swore she could hear Seraphina’s little pebble-thing buzzing from across the café as she tapped away at her phone, even over the rattle and growl of the espresso machine. Now and again the bat made whip-quick surreptitious glances in the dragoness’ direction. Seraphina looked a little shocked, like there was something on her face, or her body…

Not that there was anything different with Ambrosia. The dragoness was just the same as she always had been.

Though her dress was feeling a little tight around the chest. Like it was creaking against her bust. Like they’d grown…

But there was no chance of that having happened. She hadn’t noticed that earlier, had she…?

There was a curiously different look in the Noibat’s eyes as Ambrosia approached them, coffees in hand. A bit more confidence maybe? Something secretive?

She looked way cuter now…

So cute, that it made her grip on her mug slacken, spilling beige milky fluid in a long cascading splatter all over the hand-wash-only material of her dress.

“Oh no!” She gasped, quickly setting down the other cup and grabbing for some napkins. “Oh, no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

There was that heat in her ears again. She felt eyes on her. Sympathetic, pitying ones. And they were staring at the stain, at her chest, at her shapely, stained body…

It was mortifying.

“No no, it’s okay!” Seraphina leapt up. “It’s okay, c’mon, let’s get you to the bathroom, I’ll clean you up!”

“Thank you,” Ambrosia said quickly, “But…”

The phone buzzed, and the pebble pulsed.

Gosh. It was nice that Seraphina was offering to help. She’d have been like a lost kid on her own, uncertain and panicky… she was so easily flustered…!

….wasn’t she? Yes, she was. Of course she was.

“But what?” Seraphina asked, with sweet care in her voice.

“I don’t know why I said ‘but’... let’s just go.”

“Don’t forget your stuff,” Seraphina said, her voice strangely stiff with excitement. But Ambrosia was too gosh-darn flustered at her scatterbrained mistake to give the tone of voice any more thought. She had almost left all her valuables just... out in the open, ripe for the robbing!

“I’d lose my head if it wasn’t screwed on tight,” Ambrosia giggled.

“Is that so?” Seraphina said, still speaking with that curious huskiness.

There was only one unisex bathroom in the café, probably only meant for one person. But there was enough space for the two ladies to cram in - even if it was a little bit of a tight squeeze.

“Let’s see what I can do for ya,” Seraphina said, perched up on the closed lid of the toilet. She was turning the pebble in one hand and holding her phone with the other.

“Hmm…”

Ambrosia felt like Seraphina was staring at her tits more than at the stain.

“Uhm… do you need to hold onto that?” Ambrosia asked.

“Yeah,” Seraphina said. “It’s really important that I hold onto them.”

The phone buzzed, the pebble pulsed-

“Oh, okay,” Ambrosia said. It must have been important if Seraphina said so.

There was a moment of silence, as the little bat’s gaze roved up and down the dragon’s figure.

Ambrosia felt a little awkward. She took some paper towels and wet them, squirting some foamy liquid soap on it.

“Do you think this’ll work?” She asked. She wanted to make sure she was doing it right…

“Maybe some more water?” Seraphina’s looks were getting weirder and weirder. But she was probably right.

Ambrosia rinsed the paper towel until it was a translucent, waterlogged mess, before finally squishing it against her expensive top. The wetness spread down like a splatter of paint, making the fabric hew even more tightly against her body. It was a little colder than expected, and she shivered. It felt…

“Feels good?” Seraphina asked.

Buzz buzz. Pulse.

“Yeah…” it did. “Is it working?”

“I dunno…” the bat peered more closely. “I think I should take a closer look at it. Maybe I should feel it too…”

Ambrosia didn’t see any reason not to trust Seraphina. So she leaned down over her and let her big, full, shapely breasts come into the bat’s orbit.

One of Seraphina’s small hands slid underneath the soft breasts, cupping it and lifting it. She was still tapping at her phone with her free hand, her grin getting toothier, her pupils dilated with excitement.

“What’s going on…?” Ambrosia asked.

“Oh, nothing,” the noibat said. “Just really excited to c-clean your stain.”

“Okay!” Ambrosia giggled. “Yay!”

Buzz. Buzz. Pulse.

Ambrosia’s top-half felt a little heavier than usual, which was strange, because she always had big boobs. But when Seraphina took hold of them with both hands, Ambrosia felt a little relief.

Gosh, the bat was really nice… she was such a nice girlfriend. So helpful…

Buzz Buzz. Pulse.

Her hips stiffened. Pleasure invaded her. She gasped, feeling the bottom hem of her dress strain as something pushed against it to tent it, hard.

“Ah, uhm, S-seraphina?” Ambrosia croaked.”I’m feeling a little twitchy, uh, down there all of a sudden.”

“That’s normal. You’re always horny around me.”

“Oh, okay…”

Agreeing felt good. Realizing that her girlfriend was right felt great. It made her throb a little more, and…

“Oh, look at that,” Seraphina said, looking not all that concerned. “There’s another stain…”

“What, where?” she looked down. There it was, on the tip of the tent, a big, spreading blob of shiny precum soaking into her dress. “Oh no… Should I blot it too?”

She looked at the bat. She was lost for ideas. Would that even work? Would blotting make it worse?”

“Ahh, I think we might need to take the whole thing off,” Seraphina tutted.

“Oh, why?”

“I just think you should.”

“Oh, ok.”

And just like that, the confusion and helplessness were gone. She was safe with her really smart girlfriend, who always knew exactly what to do.

Ambrosia did as she was told.

She took off the belt, first, letting it clatter to the floor - classic clumsy Ambrosia! - before awkwardly fidgeting with the zip between her shoulderblades at her back.

“Careful,” Seraphina said. “You’re gonna rip it if you’re not careful, you seem kinda clumsy…”

Buzz buzz. Pulse.

Ambrosia was very clumsy, that was true… so she had to be extra careful not to yank it-

Oops.

The zip broke and gave way, and along with it, the seam connecting the zip to the rest of the fabric came apart with a sharp rip.

“Oh no!” Ambrosia gasped. “Oh no…”

“Let me get that off the rest of the way,” Seraphina said, bold and chivalrous.

“Thank you, babe…” Ambrosia said,kneeling on the floor to give the bat a better shot at helping. “I’m such a klutz, I should have let you unzip me…!”

“It’s okay,” Seraphina said. You don’t need clothes.”

“Really?” Ambrosia asked, even as she shrugged out of the red dress. “But I’m in public…” Even as she protested, it felt half-hearted. Like, she already knew that if her girlfriend Seraphina said she didn’t need them, she probably didn’t.

… Something didn’t feel right about that…

“Mhm,” Seraphina said. “Cute girls like you can go around with your tits out. Didn’t you know that…?”

“Oh, I didn’t!” Ambrosia nodded. Ok, that made sense. Well, it was a little weird, but if Seraphina said it, it must have been true… She always knew the right thing to say.

“What should I do with it now?” Ambrosia asked, picking up the crumpled dress off the floor. “Uhm… put it in the toilet?”

“No, silly!” the bat laughed. “It’ll fit in the sink!”

“Oh, okay…” Ambrosia giggled. What was she thinking?

She threw the dress in the sink and opened the faucet, darkening its fabric to an even deeper shade of red.

“I’m sure it’ll come right out,” Seraphina said, her pupils wide. “You don’t mind anyway.”

“I don’t, you’re so right! But, uh…”

Something else was bothering Ambrosia now. It was like every time Ambrosia got rid of those silly ‘whats’ and ‘whys’, another one would show up. Like a fly.

At least she knew that if she asked her darling girlfriend, she’d explain things nicely.

“Shouldn’t we leave the bathroom? What if someone’s waiting outside?”

“No, I think we’ve got time to let your dress soak - and to let me play with your tits.”

Buzz buzz. Pulse.

“Oh, okay~!” Ambrosia giggled.

Getting fondled in a public place felt really, really wrong... but that only made it seem even more exciting. It was making her cock throb with excitement as she knelt before the Noibat, worshipful like a harem girl.

“Alright...” Seraphina growled, finally setting aside her phone. She looked at the little pebble.

“Probably not waterproof,” she muttered to herself, before settling her gaze on Ambrosia’s chest.

“Here. Hold this for me.”

She wedged the smooth aluminum stone in between Ambrosia’s tits, just at the cleft of her heaving cleavage. It made Ambrosia shiver.

“Heehee… that’s a little chilly~” Ambrosia giggled, her nipples perking up a little more, her bulge throbbing.

“But you like it, right?” Seraphina grabbed her phone again.

Buzz buzz. Pulse-!

The vibration made the dragoness squeak. It was a very small movement, like the movements of ice in an empty glass, but it still was a shock - a pleasant, head-fizzy one.

Seraphina set her phone back down again so she could grab two fistfuls of dragon-chest. Her little palms pressed right into Ambrosia’s puffed out nipples, and her slender fingers dimpled the fatty cushions of flesh. Bliss sank into the dragoness’ chest and spread through her. She hummed and let her head loll back, compliant and quiet(except for a little ticklish giggle as Seraphina’s claws scritched along her flesh).

“That’s a good girl,” Seraphina said, letting go of one of her tits while squeezing the other one harder.. “You like that, d-don’t you... say yes Daddy.”

“Yes, Daddy.... wait Daddy?” she giggled. “But you’re a girl, silly...”

“But you always call me Daddy.”

“Oh, okay, you’re right, Daddy...”

She never had any reason to doubt her Daddy. Everything she said was correct, after all.

“I don’t even need to use the app anymore,” Seraphina said, seemingly to herself, as she squeezed Ambrosia’s tits tighter.

“Mmmnh, what app?”

“Don’t worry about it, Princess.”

“Hee… okay, Daddy~!” Ambrosia’s eyes fluttered as her purple tongue lolled from her drooling mouth. She caught herself, pulling her lips into a pucker, though her tongue still poked out from the front, in a goofy, girlish blep.

“A-and, also,” Seraphina continued, “Your name is Princess.”

“Oh?” Princess said. “Wow, I completely forgot...”

“Fuck, yes…” Seraphina hissed. “That’s right, you forgot.. You’re such a ditz.”

She was such a ditz!

Princess understood that the only reality she needed to trust was Daddy’s reality. Daddy was the only person Princess could rely upon for the truth; she definitely wasn’t smart enough to rely on herself. She was just an adorable messy dragoness who needed to be taken care of at all times.

It wasn’t until the third set of angry knocks on the door that the pair finally shifted. Princess picked up the still-wet dress, shivering a bit as the cold water slid down her belly scales and soaking her bulging panties.

“Alrighty, Princess, we’re just gonna head out and pay, and then we can get right back to my place and have some more fun. Sounds good?”

Daddy looked nervous. Princess had no idea why. But it did sound good.

“Okay, Daddy,” she said.

“Lead the way, Princess. You’ve got this one, right? With your allowance?”

…Allowance? Didn’t she… wasn’t she a…

No, Daddy must have been right. She wasn’t going to quibble.

She giggled. Quibble was a funny word.

That thought kept her giggling as lead the way, opening the door and watching the ferret’s angry face melt into wide eyes and a slack jaw. As if he’d never seen a nude dragon girl in public before. It couldn’t have been that uncommon, could it?

The more people stared, though… the more she felt like something was off. And the more she felt like that… the hornier she felt. The more her cock dribbled.

“We’re getting a lot of stares,” Princess said.

“It’s okay,” Daddy said, taking her hand as she slid in front of her. “You don’t have to worry your pretty head about a thing. Daddy’s got this.”

“Okay…” Princess giggled, her cock throbbing and spitting out another little strand of pre-cum onto the floor. “Yay…~”

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