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Sharks and Sisters

Part Two

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Fyrdrgon

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"Well, he does look pretty fit..."

Although she would not have said that anyone was hotter than Kao - at least not in earshot of her brother - Fyr nodded her approval as her shark friend, Cheryal, proudly showed off a photo of him on her phone. The screen was a little too small to see all that much detail and his attire - jeans and a T-shirt, rather boring, really - left much to the imagination but perhaps that was just the impression she was going for.

"I_know_ right!" She giggled, flushed with pride at showing off her new arm candy. "And I never thought I'd find a decent guy at this place!"

Fyr smiled, the red dragoness leaning into the back of the booth as she sipped her drink, swirling the red wine around the glass. It wasn't her usual drink but the bar seemed rather low on the usual beers and shots since soccer season was in full swing, everyone clustering around the screens to hoot and holler at whatever fur was running around to kick the ball that that present moment. To be frank, it didn't interest her half as much as other impact based sports or simply playing a sport herself. Why watch when you could do, after all? It was more fun that way.

Cheryal swiped through photo after photo, although the hammerhead shark was not trying to find another to peacock her admittedly handsome boyfriend, a strong-tusked warthog that permanently serious features, judging from the photos. He was attractive in a rugged sort of manner but Fyr could not help but notice that every photo was of him alone and, well, it was not difficult to see just how short he would be in comparison to the shark who had legs that went on for days.

"I can't wait to meet him," Fyr said instead on commenting on just how vertically challenged Blake was, sure that he was a very nice fur indeed: of course, he was. "Is he coming out tonight?"

Cheryal nodded happily, pushing her empty drink glass - one of her fancy, fruity cocktails again - away with deliberate poise.

"Yup! You're going to love him! He's just so sweet and kind and..."

Her eyes misted over as she rambled on about all the good traits of her boyfriend, the things that made him so very special when, in all honesty, there were a million other fish in the sea just like him. Cheryal, caught up in her rose-tinted view in the honeymoon stage, however, would not have seen that if it slapped her upside the head and happily went on and on about the 'hog as if simply was the greatest thing in the world and more.

Fyr smiled but did not pay attention, crossing one leg demurely over the other as she pretended to listen. It didn't really matter if she listened or not as nodding and smiling seemed to be doing the trick. In a way, she felt a little bit sorry for Cheryal, having come to learn what a restricted view and experience of the world she'd had become going to college. Frankly, it was a wonder that she'd managed to survive on her own, even though sharks were typically quite an independent species. She certainly couldn't fault her friend for rising to the challenge though and taking on all the new experiences she could with avid joy and relish, though the naivety could grow old at times.

Yes, Cheryal still had a lot to learn, even though that did not make her a bad person in the slightest. It just meant that, sometimes, it took her a little longer to see past the rosy, shiny side of life to the reality that lay a hair's breadth beneath the surface, breaking the skin of the water. Where the ocean could glitter and sparkle on the surface, the depths could hide untold horrors, murky currents and predators waiting for their next meal, whether it was an animal that claimed one or the sea itself. Life was a little like that too and, one day, Cheryal would come to know.

It was better to let her live in sweetly blissful ignorance for just a while longer though. Just a little while longer.

"Wow, he really sounds like something," Fyr chuckled when Cheryal broke in conversation, adding the snippet she knew the shark had been waiting for. "What a lucky sharkette you are!"

Cheryal laughed.

"Lord, I haven't heard that term in ages! My sis used to call me that!"

Giggling, Fyr demurely covered her lips with her fingers, eyes dancing wickedly.

"Yeah, well, when you become Cheryal and the Sharkettes, just be sure to let me know the comedy act is rocking on nicely for y'all!"

Slipping into an older way of talking, Fyr laughed helplessly as Cheryal huffed and pretended to turn her head away sharply and haughtily. If she'd been a dragon, smoke would have been pouring from her nostrils, eyes flashing with that inner fire, but there was nothing besides shared humour in her eyes.

"So..." Fyr said, a sly note entering her voice as her giggles died down. "This guy... Is he better in the sack than Kao then?"

Cheryal froze, breath catching while the dragoness did her best to appear nonchalant, taking a well-timed sip of her crimson wine.

Hm, it matches my scales, she reflected, allowing Cheryal time to come back to herself. Maybe I should drink this one more often...

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"I..." Cheryal coughed into her hand and cleared her throat. "Erm, well..."

Fyr's eyes glinted.

"Oh, my, what does a pause like that mean?"

"Nothing that you should be so worried about," Cheryal shot back, face breaking into a more composed smile again, although it lacked a little of her earlier ease. "God, Fyr, he's great in bed! Just didn't think that talk was suited to a bar, that's all!"

The dragoness snickered and tipped the glass up smoothly to take the last drop between her lips.

"True enough, we usually need a smoke or two and for it to be after three in the morning for that kind of talk these days!"

And, just like that, the tension was broken, Cheryal clinking the ice within the cup of her glass as she rolled her shoulders back. Their talk was hardly stilted after that point but Fyr was only half paying attention to it as Cheryal chattered happily on about just what her 'sweetheart' had been up to with her over the weekend, although the details of the bedroom were quite noticeably skimmed over, if not missed out completely. It was strange for her, although Fyr had to admit that Cheryal hadn't gone into detail on many of her sexual exploits since she'd been happily convinced to bed Fyr's brother.

Where Cheryal seemed happy to never speak of the incident ever again, Fyr could not forget just what she'd borne witness to, that night that Cheryal had come home to fuck her brother. Of course, the shark hadn't actually known that Kao and Fyr were actually siblings but the secrecy of their tryst only lent an additional kinky air to the whole wicked liaison.

"Oh!" Cheryal grabbed Fyr's forearm, eyes suddenly alight in a way that Fyr had not seen before - at least not on her face. "There he is! Blake! Blake, sweetie - over here!"

Fyr strained to see him, turning her head a little too obviously from side to side as she swept the heaving crowd for him. It was just as well that their little booth in the corner was tucked away from the roiling mass, allowing them to talk in relative peace and privacy - well, as much peace and privacy as a bar could possibly afford, that was.

"What? Where?"

Cheryal waved, bouncing up and down in her seat.

"There! Hey, babe!"

And then the boar emerged from the throng, a good head and shoulders shorter than Cheryal as she stood to greet him. When the shark wrapped her arms around him, his head was only just above the level of her chest and Fyr fought to keep a straight face, eyebrows rising and lips twitching furiously.

Don't laugh, don't laugh, for fuck's sake don't laugh_!_

He_was_ rather short. That could not be denied but they did make rather a cute couple and he spoke eloquently enough without coming off as stuck-up, which made him instantly likeable in Fyr's books. She wasn't, however, a dragoness who was hard to please in the conversation or friend department either, it had to be said, as she would get along with just about anyone as long as they didn't try to dominate the conversation or belittle her in any way. So, pretty much, anyone was fine as long as they didn't act like an ass or the like.

"Cheryal's been talking my ear off about you all night, Blake," she chuckled, on her second glass of red wine as the night wore on. "Seems you two have really hit it off!"

Blake grinned and it was impossible not to be charmed, the warthog's whiskers trimmed and his coat smoothed down with what smelled like very expensive gels and creams. She couldn't fault a fur that took such good care of themselves.

"It's fortunate that we ended up going to the same college," he said with a smile that seemed to stretch from ear to ear, shifting closer to Cheryal as he spoke. "I could have very easily have ended up going somewhere else, I had a lot of offers on the table that time, but I thought this city held the most appeal to explore."

Fyr nodded amenably.

"It is good... Very different here. I was out in the suburbs before and this is a totally different environment. I can't honestly say I've ever been anywhere quite like this."

Blake flung out his arm with such vigour that he nearly knocked Cheryal's glass flying; only a quick grab from her saved her glass from going everywhere, remaining drink and all.

"Oh, indeed! There's so much life and vigour in the city!"

Fyr didn't hear much more than that, shaking her head minutely at his exuberance. The warthog seemed to say an awful lot without saying very much at all. But that smile of his was so instantaneously likeable that she wasn't sure how she could have said either way if she liked or disliked him after that rosy first impression faded. Cheryal, on the other hand, started at him raptly, head on her cupped hand, as if everything he said was the most interesting thing in the world to her.

The dragoness grimaced. Must have been nice to have the rose tinted glasses on, an experience that she'd never been privileged enough - or lucky enough to avoid, she supposed - to experience.

If Kao talked like that, I'd have to get on my knees just to find a way to shut him up, she thought with one eyebrow ever so slightly raised, only restrained through politeness alone. There's excited and then there's...excited.

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Thankfully, the warthog did not go on for very long, turning his attention to the cheap beer in his paw, beady eyes gleaming as if in delight at what was, to be frank, a simple enough beverage to enjoy in any bar.

"I don't drink all that much but, well, my Cheryal convinced me to try this!"

Fyr blinked in disbelief as he tipped the glass back and took a glug, though the moment after taking the drink was entertaining at worst and, well, hilarious at best. His eyes bugged out of his skull and Blake let out a squeal that would have been ear-splitting if not for the raucous nature of the rest of the bar. He coughed and spluttered, although most of the drink went down his throat as the cheap beer evidently burned something awful.

"Oh!" Cheryal was there then, rubbing and patting his back, ever the picture of the concerned girlfriend. "Sweetie! Are you okay?"

"Yes... Yes!" He coughed into his paw, eyes streaming. "Just... Ah... Went down the wrong way, yes!"

Fyr had never before had to suppress the urge to roll her eyes quite that hard. The glass was returned to Blake's hand from where it had, very nearly, spilt onto the table for the second time in as many minutes. The warthog, seemingly oblivious to his own self-inflicted predicament, raised the glass to his lips for a second time, lips twitching wetly. The dragoness inhaled sharply. Was there something wrong with him? Why didn't he just...

Oh, bother... Sometimes it was too difficult to just sit by and watch when it wasn't even funny anymore.

"Uh... You don't really seem like one to drink," she said tentatively. "Maybe you should slow down there?"

If Blake heard her, he made no indication of it. Tipping the glass back up to his lips, the warthog grunted as he made a show of taking the drink, screwing up his flat, moist nose as he gulped and guzzled down the rest of the drink, seeming to take it down his throat more easily as he now knew what to expect from the cheap, nasty taste. In all honesty, it wasn't all that bad a drink (if one had had a few other drinks already) but Fyr could not quite fathom someone of his age forcing down a drink for the sake of it. But wasn't that what a male did to impress a female, even if Kao had done somewhat different things to impress her in years gone by?

Fyr smiled. Yes, he had made her laugh then. And maybe Blake was being just as silly, despite being a football player with all the 'machoness' that should have entailed, because he liked Cheryal a little more than he cared to admit too.

"Ah!" He groaned, smacking his lips. "So refreshing!"

It didn't look very refreshing at all as his cheeks turned red, the insides of his ears a decidedly darker shade. Cheryal giggled and covered her lips with both hands, eyelashes fluttering.

"See, I told you that you'd like it!"

And that time Fyr did roll her eyes. There were no words, really, for some things. Luckily, she was saved from having to reply to that statement by the arrival of the drake who made her ache in a very special way each and every night, his tail curling lustfully around hers as he claimed her.

"Hey!"

Fyr grinned and raised her paw, waving frantically as Kao wove his way through the crowd, taller than the majority of the furs who were hunched over in various stages of drunkenness. And, in that moment, there was no one else in the bar for her but her brother, his horns rising tall and proud as if they needed to gleam particularly sharply beneath the otherwise unflattering overhead lighting, artificial to a fault. He didn't need to draw attention to himself for his presence and stature was enough to pull her eye and Fyr's breath caught, heart skipping an oh so very cliché beat as her mind flickered involuntarily to the time they had spent together only the night before.

And, oh, what a night it had been. Fyr licked her lips, paws smoothing down her inner thighs as the heat in her loins swelled once more as if in time to the beat and pulse of the rock music they'd had on that night. His paw had closed around her throat as the lead singer wailed into the microphone, singing of a lover who had been lost - but she most certainly was not lost when Kao pressed down over her, pinning her wrists back with such a savage snarl that her heart flipped over.

She'd climaxed: multiple times. And he'd taken her, ridden her, through every last one of them, his focus never on her pleasure although it always seemed to come along for the ride as a very happy accident. The drake was the raw emblem of power, dominance radiating from him, and it was all Fyr could do right then and there to not drop to her knees in the middle of the bar and beg him to take her before everyone, regardless of who would see or even - she started, surprised at her own lustful fantasy - join in with them.

It could have been kinky. The dragoness shuddered. It could have been very kinky. But not then, not there.

Maybe later.

Oh, how she wanted him. To her surprise, however, she wasn't the only fur in the vicinity who felt the same way.

Beside her, Cheryal stiffened, lower jaw slightly dropped as she watched the drake approach, the brush of his shoulder against another femfur making her quake as if she felt it herself. The shark's tail, complete with the delicate fin, swept back and forth beneath the table, stirring the air, and she seemed to swallow with some difficult, taking some time to work the lump down in her throat. The heat emanating from her would have put a fully-fledged dragon to shame and Fyr stiffened, watching her avidly out of the corner of her eye.

Of course, she wanted Kao: who didn't? But to have her boyfriend sitting next to her while she was so openly ogling the drake... Well, that was something else entirely.

Very interesting...

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Yet Fyr was not a dragoness who would solely tease but would rather exploit, the gleam of an idea flickering up in the back of her mind. But Cheryal would have to wait and see just what she'd cooked up for her.

And she was going to love it as much as she was going to enjoy orchestrating every last sordid second of the delectable encounter.

"Kao, darling," Fyr purred, slipping over in the booth so that he could seat himself between Cheryal and her, a very deliberate move. "I'm so glad you could join us."

Kao blinked at her but made no comment as to her rather undue formality, his hip nudging up against hers as she swallowed hard and shifted her tail self-consciously to the other side of her body. After all, she wouldn't have wanted it to get between the two of them, now that she had Kao so nicely sandwiched right where she needed him to be.

The dragoness suppressed a smirk. Damn, he was going to love her for this!

"Blake, could you be a dear and get us another round of drinks, please?" She murmured, her voice dripping with syrupy sweetness. "Kao likes the same beer as you."

Kao smiled and nodded, although he wasn't going to love her for her beer choice for him that evening.

"What's up, dude? Thanks for that."

Blake nodded, the warthog a more amenable sort despite his bulk who was already scrambling up to appease. If anyone had been watching, they may have surmised that Fyr was his girlfriend and not Cheryal. The way Cheryal hadn't placed her eyes back on her boyfriend since Kao had appeared like a Greek god certainly wasn't doing her any favours.

"Oh, it's no problem, no problem at all..."

Perhaps Blake's politeness, as far as it went, would prove to be his undoing as Fyr smiled sweetly at his retreating back, although she resisted the urge to flutter her fingertips in farewell. Only time would tell how long his relationship with Cheryal would last but she wasn't going to hold her breath in the meantime for a happy ending.

At least... She suppressed her smirk, sipping her drink while Cheryal coughed and dragged her eyes from Kao with a great deal of difficulty. Well, maybe not a particularly happy ending for Blake, if she was to be so blunt with herself. A part of her, cynical at best, doubted that the warthog would mind all that much as long as he had another pretty face to hang off his arm. She frowned, although minutely. Why, he hadn't asked a single thing about Cheryal the whole time he'd been there with her! There was definitely more than initially met the eye with that fur, that much was sure, but she would never truly know just how much she was telling herself to reassure her mind that her plan, as wicked as it was, could justly be put into action.

She wouldn't really be to blame, after all...

But she didn't need to do too much, or so it seemed. Kao grinned as he reached for Cheryal's paw, drawing the moment out and out as her eyes tracked his movement across the table. The deliberateness of it could not be missed and neither could the little hitch in her breath.

"Hi..."

"Why, hello there," he murmured, clasping her paw and putting on his best gravelly tone. "It has been some time, hasn't it, Cheryal?"

The shark giggled like a schoolgirl, a blush rising pinkly to her cheeks.

"Kao! Why so formal with me?"

The drake raised one eyebrow smoothly.

"Maybe just following the lead of your boyfriend over there," he said, inclining his head in Blake's general direction, although he did not waste his gaze on the warthog. "Or maybe just remembering...less formal times."

There was nothing that could compare to his smouldering gaze and Cheryal was far from immune to it, pulling away slightly as her lips parted in a silent little gasp. Enraptured by the display playing out before her, Fyr licked her lips, resisting the desire to intricate herself wholly into the situation. She could help them along, oh yes, but she had to hold back right until the opportune moment; just like she'd done the first time around with the two kinky lovers.

Would Cheryal have been more or less turned on if she'd known that Kao was Fyr's brother? That remained to be seen, or not. Only time would tell what could be revealed to the horny shark.

"I..."

Cheryal swallowed, tried to clear her throat and tried again, taking her paw forcibly from his grasp.

"Kao, that was a long time ago. Don't bring that up while my boyfriend's here."

The drake leaned back, the picture of innocence as he held up both paws.

"I wouldn't dream of it but, Cheryal, he's not here, is he?"

Hesitating, the shark paused and Kao flicked his tail up under the table, using the dextrous tip to trace a line up her leg, bare beneath her skirt. The shark moaned before she could catch herself, jumping as if surprised that the sound had even come from her lips.

"No..." She breathed, eyes unfocused as her rate of breath increased ever so slightly, breasts noticeably rising and falling. "He's not... He's not here."

"That's right," the drake whispered. "He's not."

His paw visibly slid up Cheryal's thigh, the dragon sliding in closer to her as she shuddered and bit her lip, the only thing suppressing a moan the grip of her sharp teeth digging into soft, tender skin. The shark trembled like a leaf and Fyr leaned over the table, lips curved up in a wickedly teasing grin.

"He's still as good as he was the first time...times," she whispered huskily, her voice lower than Kao's. "Still fucks you hard, over and over again. This drake can go all night."

Kao's paw eased higher, boldly exploring where they were all quite sure that Blake would never have so dared explore in the realm of public, Cheryal's blush intensifying furiously. Fyr straightened, raising an eyebrow, for a moment the perfect mirror image of her younger brother.

"Can_your_ boyfriend fuck you all night?"

If Cheryal had ever had an answer to live, she never got the chance to speak up, juddering up straight as Kao's paw did unspeakable things to her beneath the cover of the table. Some cover it was though as she squirmed back into the rear of the booth, seats squeaking beneath her legs as she whimpered and strove to no avail - not that she honestly was trying very hard - to tug her skirt down her legs from where the dragon had, so very eagerly, pushed it up in his haste.

"Not..." She flushed heavily and turned away, although Fyr's knowing, sneaky smirk gave her pause. "Can't do it..."

Kao raised an eyebrow cheekily and held up a paw to his ear - or at least the small indent where his left ear was.

"I didn't catch that."

The lack of a 'no' was all he needed as he softly slipped a wing around her shoulders, slyly drawing her against him as if she was something sweet that could be tasted and savoured, though the sweetness would, eventually, dissolve like sugar on his tongue. The drake nuzzled into Cheryal's neck, lips pinching in the semblance of a nip that promised so very much more, Cheryal quivering under his skilled, well-practised touch. It wasn't as if, after all, the stud of a dragon didn't know what he was doing, oh no: perhaps he knew what he was doing a little too well.

But not well enough to keep watch.

Fyr was the only one to catch Blake's return and slapped her tail into the bottom of the table with a thunk loud and heavy enough to make the glasses jump. Kao made a face and clicked the tongue against the roof of his mouth, though whether he was disapproving or merely a little annoyed at the fact that she'd disrupted his fun (technically, that was Blake's fault), Fyr never actually found out. But the dragoness was on guard duty for a reason and she fully intended seeing her brother's cock buried in Cheryal's sweet pussy before the night was out.

"Watch it!"

Cheryal exhaled and sat up straight, adjusting her shirt even though Kao's paws had not, as yet, managed to slip beneath it. Fyr had to commend her brother for his sense of cool and calm, however, as the drake nodded pleasantly to the warthog. Why, it was almost as if his fingers had _not_been brushing Cheryal's underwear mere moments before!

What an actor...

"Hey, Blake," Fyr said easily, covering for the two of them as the warthog leaned over awkwardly to plunk the drinks on the table, all cheap beer. "Thanks for getting those."

He beamed as if the praise was far more than he ever could have expected. Or perhaps he thought, genuinely, that he'd done them a very good deed indeed by simply grabbing a round of cheap beer that, frankly, Fyr could have done without. Eyeing the drop of red wine left in the bottom of her glass, she wondered just how long she could stretch out what remained. Hopefully long enough to avoid mixing drinks but she had a sneaky suspicion in the pit of her stomach that not much would go right for in that regard that particular night.

Other things, however... She hid her smile. Those were a different story entirely.

It wasn't as if Cheryal was discreet in the slightest, eyes darting between Kao and Blake as if well - as if she was comparing them, for that was just what the shark was doing, thighs pressed together for a secret that was not her own. Kao didn't have to be standing next to the warthog for her to picture him so very perfectly in her mind's eye, sensing the dragon's warm scales against her skin - soft only from the multiple creams and lotions she used. No, Cheryal knew just what the warthog was like in bed and, well, there was nothing that quite knocked off the rose-tinted glasses like seeing a past lover's bulge swelling out through the front of his jeans while Blake, well...

Fyr covered her smirk. She didn't have to be a genius to see that the male, as nice as he could have been (but probably wasn't), was rather lacking in that department. And what lusty shark, if she knew absolutely anything about Cheryal, didn't need a good, hard piece of fuck-meat to fulfil every last one of her needs?

"Uh, honey!" Cheryal blundered, eyes wide as she grabbed for a drink. "Thank you soooo much! You're so sweet!"

Any other male would have heard the falsehood ringing through her tone but Blake grinned and half-shrugged as if to say that it was really nothing, nothing at all. But Cheryal was merely distracting him from the sweat rolling down her brow as she grinned madly and squirmed in her seat, no doubt dripping into her already sodden underwear. Fyr knew hers were soaked already and she swallowed more discreetly, eyeing Kao. It would be so easy to take him off for some fun herself but, no, she could not. Not while his gaze was set

There was no reason why she couldn't start putting the players into position, however...

"Cheryal, sweetie," she said slowly, making a show of being uncomfortable - just a little, not too much - as she squirmed in her seat and tugged at the hem of her T-shirt. "Could you...um...come with me for a moment?"

The shark took a long moment to drag her gaze from Kao, hot and flushed with unfocused eyes. Fyr cursed mentally. Did she have to be quite so obvious? If she kept up so clearly, she wasn't going to be getting any sex that night at all!

"W-what?" She stuttered, struggling to come back to some semblance of reality. "What do you need me for?"

Fyr could have rolled her eyes, but that would not have fit in with the ploy. Cheryal blinked at her, genuine confusion flashing across her face and not solely from the rising pitch and chaos of the bar. It was hard enough to hear anyone when they were trying to have any kind of conversation in that place but Fyr was sure that she knew - she had to! She just had to go along with her and everything would fall so very sweetly into place!

Yet Fyr had to play her cards right too.

"You know..." Fyr sighed heavily and pursed her lips. "Lady things. It's that... Oh my gosh, you're not going to make me say it, are you? Just - oh!"

Standing, she brushed off her shirt and grabbed Cheryal's arm with just the right air of desperation in the pinch of her claws. And who said that Kao was the only one in their family who could act?

"Come on!" She threw a second comment back to Blake with a duly sheepish grin that would only fool him. "I'll have her right back to you, I promise!"

She wouldn't have her right back to him - not in the slightest - but the warthog was not to know that, waving them off as he turned to strike up a most likely one-sided conversation with Kao. Briefly, Fyr felt a flash of guilt for deserting him so swiftly but was more than confident that he would, at least, forgive her later, as long as she laid out Cheryal for him like a neat little birthday present, wrapped or unwrapped for his very personal attention.

She hauled the shark easily through the bar as if she weighed nothing at all, using her shoulder to barge her way through the crowd more than a little rudely, if the truth was told. The dragoness was not one to apologise to everyone and anyone, however, and the glares thrown at her retreating back and wings were not seen as her heart pounded. Music thudded, a dull, rhythmic pulse and she caught a flash of some football game on the TV, which was duly surrounded by cheering, sweaty jocks.

"Fyr!"

And, still, she ignored Cheryal, right up until the point where she forced the shark into the bathroom, the wooden door swinging back on itself with an obnoxious creak that could have waken the dead. Cheryal squealed and wrenched herself away, though Fyr still did not let go, breasts heaving with every breath as she fought and fought to regain the feeling of blood pumping sweetly through her body...and not rushing to her head as if she'd run ten miles.

Damn, I gotta get to the gym or something...

"Fyr, what the hell is wrong with you?"

The dragoness widened her eyes and put her paws on her hips, at last letting go of the poor shark with claw marks left in her arm.

"What's wrong with me?" She exaggerated the last word, pointing at her own chest as if she had been mortally wounded. "You're the one eyeing up my drake like a slab of meat!"

Cheryal reeled and folded her arms, though her scowl was defensive and shaky at best. Glancing around at the stalls, she attested to herself a little too late that they were empty and threw Fyr a glare that would have been more convincing if her cheeks had not still been heated.

"I_was not_ eyeing up your boyfriend!"

Fyr rolled her eyes and scoffed, flipping her paw.

"Like I care - I half-started it anyway, darling, or don't you remember?"

Smirking, the dragoness leaned in, hind paws rooted in place as she trailed her fingers over Cheryal's cheek. Without thinking, the shark unconsciously shivered and leaned into her, lips breathily parted as if for a lover's kiss.

"Were you so focused on him, dearie?" She crooned softly, cupping her cheek. "You want him and I understand why... But why don't you let me help you get him?"

Cheryal's eyes snapped open, the shark not even having realised that she'd closed them in the first place.

"What?" She shook her head and held her paws up, putting distance sharply between them. "Oh no - I've got Blake now! And I love him!"

Fyr inspected her shrewdly.

"Okay. Have you told him that?"

Cheryal opened and closed her mouth and yet no sound came out. The dragoness grinned.

"Aha! I knew it! You can't say that you love him if you haven't told him!"

"Maybe I just haven't got around to it!" She shot back, though Cheryal was grasping for words that slipped through her fingers like water at best, hope lost to the truth. "Blake and I... We like each other, alright?"

Fyr folded her arms.

"If you like him, why'd you let me drag you in here?" She probed. "You're strong enough, aren't you?"

A wicked smirk pulled at the dragoness' lips, the kind that could not be sealed away no matter how hard she tried.

"Why, I bet that you still have the dick pics on your phone, don't you?"

Lunging for Cheryal, Fyr giggled like a dragoness gone mad, eyes glinting and claws shining in the highly unflattering light of the bathroom. And so swift was her attack that Cheryal didn't have a moment to react as the dragoness rooted in her bag, slung across her body with such a slender strap that it was a wonder that it didn't snap off at the merest, slightest sway of her body. It took no effort at all to snatch the phone - really, it was almost as if the shark was trying to make it even easier for her - but a little more than that to hold her at bay while jumping into her photo gallery.

"Ah - there it is!"

Fyr crowed as she found her target: a close-up of Kao's cock with Fyr's tongue wrapped around it. The dragoness shivered against herself, biting her lip as she delved deeper and deeper into the album, swiping through shots of her with her brother and Cheryal on her back, legs tangled lustfully around his waist as she begged him for more, always more. The shark had been especially insatiable and, truly, it was a wonder that she hadn't taken him to bed again after that instance.

Fyr's eyebrows raised, Cheryal swearing in a most unladylike fashion under her breath as she folded her arms and glared at her dragon friend with all the frustration she could possibly muster.

"Well?" She demanded, tail thwapping the wall sharply. "Are you done yet?"

"Oh..." Fyr turned the phone around, lips quirked in a smile. "Well, I am, but it seems that you two have been sending each other some rather racy pictures now, haven't you?"

It was a rhetorical question and so very much worth it to see the shock flash across Cheryal's face in a searing, hot blush. Fyr smirked and raised an eyebrow at that familiar cock with that familiar bathroom in the background. Why, she was surprised she herself wasn't on her knees there too, if only to run her tongue up his delectably hard and wanton length, scooping that drop of pre right out of the photo onto her tongue...

The dragoness shuddered and forced down a moan, throat working as if she was physically fighting to swallow the sound. No, it wasn't the time for that. But working Cheryal over was going to be far, far easier than she'd thought.

"Come now, darling," she coaxed. "If he's being such a nice drake, sending you all these nice photos, you should surely send him one back? How about this pretty little shot of your tits?"

Turning the phone to the muted shark, Fyr tapped it to show her a photo of Cheryal sprawled on the bed, legs tucked up and breasts cupped lustfully in both paws. The shark pressed her lips together and shook her head, although the wanton light in her eyes told a different tale entirely. Fyr held back her mirth, a chuckle threatening to burble up from her lips as she scrolled through photo after photo of her friend in evermore teasing positions.

"Or this one? A butt shot? Or on your knees like he's about to ram his cock down his throat?"

"Fyr..." Cheryal hissed, turning her face away pointedly, although there was nothing she could feasibly do to hide her blush. "No... I can't possibly send him a photo like that, those are so old! I haven't taken anything since I got with..."

Yet she trailed off as if she simply was not able to name the warthog, biting her lower lip in such a way that it was almost as if she was mimicking something that she thought made her look sexier. And, as innocent as it was, Fyr yearned to lean in and take that soft lip between her own, moaning and sucking into the shark's mouth as she...

Focus!

_ _

She shook herself again, holding the phone up as if that small action alone would keep her focused on the task at hand.

"Those are old? Have you changed so much since you last fucked him then? Do you want to send him something better?" Fyr grinned and held up the phone, the tip of her tail twitching fervently. "C'mon, you know you want to. Nothing wrong with a photo..."

Her tone turned wheedling, cajoling, and Cheryal hesitated for just long enough for want to overtake rationality. The shark muttered something under her breath and pulled her shirt up, the narrow straps pulling into her shoulders as she rolled up the skimpy fabric over her breasts. Fyr murred her appreciation, nearly hopping from hind paw to paw in her excitement, paws trembling so badly that it was a trial to simply take the photo itself. Cupped in a black bra with pink flowers - so girly that Fyr wanted to squeal herself - the shark's breasts were pleasantly supported by the underwire, cleavage rising softly yet not quite enough to be regarded as slutty. No, despite her experimentation, Cheryal was all about the class and about the class of being herself she would remain.

"That's it, cutie," Fyr murmured, something tightening inside her. "Strike a real nice pose here for me."

And Cheryal, to her surprise, did just that, pressing her arms around her breasts to make the cleavage even more obvious, appearing as if she was leaning forward into the photo for the viewer's pleasure. Hissing softly, Fyr nodded her appreciation and gestured for her to do another and Cheryal smiled cutely, eyes as wide and innocent as she could make them as Fyr pulled her pretty face too into the frame.

"Yeah, that's what I'm looking for... We got it! We go it, folks! That's here done me a wrap!"

Fyr held her paws up as if in triumph, spinning on the spot as the final image gleamed on the screen of the phone, pornography in glaring, shocking HD. Cheryal sighed softly, expelling a breath that she had not perhaps been entirely aware that she'd been holding, tail swaying slowly from side to side.

"That's great... Now give me back the phone."

Fyr held it to her chest, eyes wide. Her lips twitched but she did not revert to a smile, heart leaping in her chest as she took a slow step back that was entirely larger than necessary to make her point.

"This phone? Oh, not until I just... And - sent!"

Cackling like a crazed thing, she flung the phone back at Cheryal too suddenly for her to catch and it dropped like a stone to the floor, leaving the image of her tits on the screen, right next to an icon of Kao.

"Fyr!" The shark shrieked. "You didn't!"

"You're welcome! You know you really wanted to do it!"

Cheryal swatted at her, teeth showing, but Fyr was too quick to dodge, tail whipping around her as she giggled and danced out of reach.

"There you go, you got the phone back now! That's what you wanted! I've just helped you along a little bit today too. Really now, you should be thanking me!"

"Thanking you? For what?"

Clearly, she'd pushed the shark just a shade too far and Fyr knew well enough when was best to take her leave. Composing herself, she blew Cheryal a flirty kiss and wagged her tail, bounding from the bathroom with just the one parting call. After all, she had a drake to tease and then, well... The sequence of events should have been much harder to depict than it actually was but few seemed to have morals around her. Maybe it was just the effect she had on them?

But Cheryal would be one to truly and thoroughly enjoy her debasement, she was quite sure of it.

The shark leaned against the sinks in the bathroom, leaving her phone on the floor as the screen flicked from the image of her to blackness. Rubbing her forehead, she groaned loudly and thumped her fist into the cool ceramic, although there was not anything she could have done to soothe the pounding headache in her skull.

"Hell!"

And the utterance was pointless too when her loins burned so fiercely for the dragon above all else. Sure, she'd said much about Blake and the fun they had together but...oh, it was lacking something too! Something that the shark could not possibly hope to understand until she had that big, thick dragon-cock right back where it belonged.

She should have known. The door creaked open and her lips parted to give Fyr another tongue lashing but it was a blue body that entered and not a red one. The shark stilled abruptly, blood roaring in her ears as her skin alternately went cold and then roiling, searing hot.

"Kao," she breathed, fumbling over his name as she tried to swallow at the same time. "It's... Oh no..."

She backed up to the far side of the bathroom, holding up her paws as the dragon tucked his fingers into his pockets and shook his head slowly, tongue slipping out to trace along the edge of his lips. Despite her want - she had to get away! Blake was waiting out there for her! - she moaned minutely, greedily drinking in the sight of that little drop of moisture, the gleam of it enticing in her in as if she could already feel his tongue tangling with hers.

And it would be so easy to. But she couldn't. She really couldn't.

"Kao, I'm sorry, I don't know what the hell Fyr told you, but you know I'm with Blake now and..."

The rambling shark trailed off slowly, eyes widening as Kao stalked up to her with the confidence of a drake ready to take just what he wanted. The dragon smirked and cocked an eyebrow that made her heart turn over, flipping a somersault.

"What are you saying that you can't do? You're the one that sent me a pic of your boobs. That's a booty-call if I ever saw one!"

And then his paws were on her elbows, spinning her around as she struggled to stay with the situation, everything slipping through her fingers like water, out of her control and, still, just the way she wanted them to be. He took her so easily in hand that she may as well have been a rag doll in his hold, to be positioned and used as he pleased, and Cheryal's knees trembled, wanting to buckle as he pressed up against her.

"I... Uh..."

But the words she needed would not come, stuck in her throat as he tickled his nose up her throat, tracing the line of her short jaw and then up around her hammer-shaped face. To have him be so bold and intimate was more than she could handle and she moaned wantonly as he chuckled, knowing that he had her.

He'd always been able to have her.

The shark's eyes widened and she gulped as he pressed her up against the back of the bathroom door, heart in her throat. The latch clicked but did not lock, Cheryal shivering as the sound sent a tiny shock through her body. But the shark was right where she wanted to be even if the dragon had caught her at a particularly bad moment when it came to personal willpower.

But what was the point of willpower anyway?

"Kao..."

"Quiet." His eyes burned. "You don't need to talk."

Her legs trembled and, right there and there, Cheryal was lost to him, the drake taking her boldly into his arms as he kissed another fur's girlfriend with the passion of a long-time lover. Melting into him, the shark groaned and kissed him back with as much passion, lips moulding to his as much as they were able with the unusual shape of her mouth, although she more than made up for what she lacked with plenty of tongue and enthusiasm.

"Kao, we can't..."

The drake smirked.

"Is that really much of a protest there?"

Shuddering, she shook her head, although there was a line of doubt in her eyes.

"It's... Blake. He's so good to me, it's wrong to do this to him..."

"If it's wrong, why does it feel so fucking right?"

Kao didn't let her answer, his lips sealing any further protests that she may or may not have had behind the barrier of her lips. They were half-hearted at best and, really, what was the point in protesting when she leaned into him so wonderfully, body arching up into his as if called by a higher power? The dragon's scales rippled as she shivered, curling his paw gently around the back of her neck as she kissed him fiercely, pressing against him with such force that he was very nearly forced to take a step back, rocking back onto his heels.

"Mmmph, now that's more like it!"

He snarled and yanked up her shirt, revealing the breasts that she'd so cruelly teased him with, full orbs of bouncing flesh barely contained by her pretty brassiere. And all the shark could do as he shoved his nose between them was inhale sharply, head spinning as her tail swung back.

"Oh!"

The drake's teeth caught and he yanked back like a savage, tearing through the fabric and underwire as if he simply had no time at all for the pleasantries of patience or unhooking it in the back. Ripping it off, he hissed through his teeth as he nipped and suckled hungrily at a nipple, eyes narrowed in lust as Kao lost himself to the need to breed.

That was what she wanted from him anyway, was it not? Cheryal arched up into him like a puppet on his strings and a very willing one too, at that. The shark was putty in his paws as he nibbled and suckled where he pleased, groaning as he adored her breasts, the rougher sharkskin such a difference to his sister's scales. And, all through it, Cheryal quivered under the knowledge that Blake was sitting just outside trying to be masculine with a drink that he most likely didn't even want. No, the warthog had been trying to impress her all along and, truly, she'd allowed it. She'd liked it rather a lot too, every little bit of the attention.

The thing was that Kao had impressed her right from the get-go.

"You're a fucking beast!"

Grabbing his head, she moaned into his mouth as she kissed him passionately, losing all sense of rationality and even where she was as the drake slammed her into the wall, her head spinning for all the right reasons. Her tail swung but his was right there to trap it, curling around hers as he hefted her up, the bulge in his jeans begging freedom that he was only too willing to give it. Pinning her back as she gasped, the dragon unzipped his jeans, wriggling them and his boxer-briefs down only enough to allow his uncut shaft to spring out, slick and gleaming at the tip already with delicious pre-cum.

The only thing Cheryal regretted was that she didn't get to wrap her lips around his cock before he ground into her - but there was no time for that. His lips met hers again in a frantic, rushed, clumsy kiss that sent all the right tingles through her body, her heart hammering so ferociously that she was sure, so very sure, that he felt it as he drove passionately up against her. Her underwear, well, that... The shark should have blushed but it was not as if she'd worn much of anything underwear-like when around Blake, expecting to get some off him - he was an American male, after all. Wasn't that what they all wanted? In due course, she'd chosen the sluttiest, skimpiest little slip of a thong that night, a piece that was all too easily tugged aside for the drooling, tapered tip of her true lover's cock.

Her pussy offered no resistance at all as he thrust up without asking permission: her permission to fuck her had, of course, already been given. The shark howled as he speared into her, cock plunging deep as the dragon shuffled his hind paws in closer, teeth clenched and jaw trembling slightly in a hard quiver.

"Fuck, you're tight..."

Cheryal moaned her approval, though she wondered how tight she could be when her pussy was simply so wet for him. Just what did the drake to do her to get her in such a state, so horny and needy that she would drop to her knees anywhere for him, regardless of who was watching? She remembered Fyr watching, cheeks flushing deliciously, and hissed as he arched his back, moving his cock within her as he found the perfect depth, the head of that cock - the cock she'd been dreaming about - teased up against her cervix in the most intimate of kisses.

It was everything she'd needed and more, the shark grunting as he slammed into her, working his cock in far more skilled a manner than Blake could have ever hoped to achieve. It was like comparing chalk and cheese when putting the two of them side by side and, oh, how beautiful Kao was for his desire! Lust radiated from him in the glow of every thrust and Cheryal moaned like a slut in a brothel, begging him with her sounds alone for more, everything he could deliver to her and oh so very much more!

His thrusts rocked her, pinning her to the wall as her arms looped, almost lazily, around him. She didn't need to support herself against him as his cock drove into her, the dragon doing most of the work - but she didn't mind that. It was more than Blake ever did, the warthog himself and his lacking in the bedroom making it ever so difficult not to compare each and every one of their thrusts, side by side. Sure, she'd fucked Blake more than Kao but there really was absolutely no comparison at all when it came right down to it.

She'd have Kao any day of the week over her boyfriend!

And the shark moaned and whimpered for more, her head bumping lightly back into the wall as the cool of it warmed to the heat of her body. Shirt still tugged up lewdly over her breasts, the dragon's jaws hung open, a string of saliva thickly dangling down to them as if he had become, in the heat of the moment, nothing more than a savage beast himself. The drake snarled viciously and slammed in, working his hips and powering in with every last bit of vigour he had left in his body. And, oh, he had plenty left to give.

Each slam of his cock brought a fresh wave of pleasure to Cheryal's mind, the shark's body a shivering mass beneath his might. Kao growled but she didn't hear it, lost in how wonderful each and every last stroke of his cock felt driving up into her. The tip didn't slam too deep, making her belly feel that tightness that other boyfriend's had, and he fit her perfectly, her pussy moulding to his shaft like a glove - a glove that had always been meant to contain his cock above all else. She tried to moan but no sound came out, head rolling from one shoulder to the other as the bathroom around them took on a dreamy, eerie feel.

It could have been anywhere else, anywhere else at all, and, still, the only thing the shark would have seen was the drake before her, his raw power and lust overcoming absolutely everything else. His scales glinted in the unflattering light and his lips crashed wondrously into hers as she groaned into his mouth, allowing his tongue to dominate hers, so much longer and slenderer than what she had to boast. Why not let him have his way?

And the dragon intended to have his way and more as his thrusts sped up, his need to cum surpassing all else as he growled into her mouth and pounded her pussy for all he was worth. There was nothing she could have done to stop him even if the thought had crossed her mind and, truly, wanting to stop was the absolute furthest notion from her lust-addled mind possible. She whimpered, although the sound was lost, a chord of pleasure rising with increasing urgency in her gut. Every inch of her body tingled as if every last sensation had been heightened and she squirmed in his grasp, needing something - needing him to push her there.

His thrusts did just that. She didn't even realise the moment in which orgasm took her, a tidal wave sweeping her on and into a current from which there was no escape. Her body was whipped about, her but a helpless being in its grasp, battered and moaning as wave after wave of pleasure flooded her mind. There was nothing else for Cheryal in that moment but pleasure, ecstasy coming like it had never done with Blake - like it had never come ever before!

Damn, he's good.

_ _

But Kao still had to cum and the drake was close, driven to urgency by their risky position. The ladies bathroom door rattled behind them and he broke the kiss with a swear, sweat beading on his brow. But he had no real need to worry about discovery with the lock on the door and orgasm imminent, hips speeding up as the sharp slap of flesh on flesh rose to fill the room, the scent of sex impossible to miss.

His orgasm was spent in a roar that may have been better placed in a more private location - but the drake wasn't one to hold back when he was staking a claim. Spurt after spurt of virile dragon-cum shot into the shark and she moaned to receive it, quivering as she, so very slowly, came down from her high, only to be pushed into further pleasure with each slower, still delightful stroke of his pumping cock.

What need did they have with a condom anyway?

Neither would have noticed if they had drawn pause to the moment to remember, chests heaving for sorely needed breath. The dragon held her tightly in his arms, protecting her from the tickle of exhaustion clawing at the back of her mind as Cheryal groaned and leaned into him, trembling from the sheer, raw force of her climax.

"Oh, fish..."

She muttered, yet he did not hear her, his own legs needing a break from the strain of supporting her as he grunted and hefted her up, cock still buried in her achingly tight sex. Lowering the shark slowly down to the floor - there really was nowhere else to go, not unless he wanted to force her to take a tap digging into her back up on the counter - he covered her muzzle and neck in sweet kisses that were almost as good as the orgasm she'd just had.

Blake never kissed her like that. Not quite like that. Cheryal shivered, leaving her arms very loosely wrapped around him as she ran her paws over his muscles, scales slightly lifted under her fingers. The heat must have gotten to him... The heat of her pressed up against him. To have such an effect on a drake made her flush with pleasure but she was swift to slip back and away into the rising glow of completion, need sated for a moment and yet still not for long at all.

Blinking as the shark lay sweetly back, glassy-eyed, the drake wriggled his hips. The buzzing of his phone - thank heavens he'd remembered to put it on vibrate or that sure as hell would have spoiled the moment! - drew his attention, though the message he tapped open on the screen was from a dragoness he was very familiar with indeed. Fyr's icon popped up and he raised both eyebrows, still shivering in the afterglow of such a powerful climax.

You fucking owe me, bro.

_ _

Smirking, Kao tucked his phone away, tipping the screen away from Cheryal so that she could not read what it said - not that the shark was in her right mind to pay him any attention at all. Moaning softly, she allowed him to scoop her sweetly in against her side, cock slipping from her pussy as it softened, yet only a little. Kao's smirk tugged up higher and higher on just the one side.

Yeah, he had her. And he'd have her again just whenever he pleased too. That was always the way it had been since his sexual awakening and, well, what kind of dragon would he be to try to change the status quo of things? It was, after all, just how it had always been. So why fix what wasn't broken?

"Kao..."

Cheryal's voice rose in a lusty whisper to his ears and he grinned, kissing her lips softly even as she tried to form words that would not come. At least not then, but perhaps later. There was much yet for them both to enjoy, after all.

And, in a country drawl that had to have been drawn from his mother in her earlier years, the drake smiled lazily and played his tongue down her throat as someone rattled the door, words slipping sinuously from his sweet lips.

"Darling, I'm nowhere near done with you yet..."

Groaning softly, Cheryal nodded and allowed the dragon to pin her arms back above her head, submitting to him yet again on the cold bathroom floor as her blood rang with heat, boiling over with raw, unbridled lust for a dragon who was not her boyfriend. His cock pried her open and her sex welcomed him in once more as if she'd been made to take such a cock.

The shark moaned, pitch rising. Who cared if anyone heard her? She'd make it up to Blake later.

Or not.