TFA!-The Second Round: Slippery Tendencies

Story by The Bloody Seje on SoFurry

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#3 of TFA!-The Second Round

Kudos to those that actually read this and found out what lyrics that song goes to.


We now return to your falsely accused defendent.


A Goodra. The first thing that comes to mind is that gentle face they're common for having fresh after evolving from a little Sliggoo. Or maybe it's that slime that they constantly produce and drip onto whatever surface they're standing, sitting or laying over as most bipedal slugs do. But what if your focal point to a Goodra was neither of those things...but their ass?

Take Diema for example. She was out enjoying her day without the faintest care for any world event happening at this very moment while strolling along the rushing river next to her with a bouquet of flowers in her slippery hands. She was in such a good mood that her tail was hiked up and swaying to and fro, allowing anything that she passed by or happened upon her backside while she was walking to gaze at her taint, purple bud looking somewhat stretched from activity. She can't help that in most cases she gets caught up in some sexual interaction that the first and only thing she'd want to get some action is her butt.

It's not like anyone would want to go for her front hole, since well...It was sharing space with her dick.

So yes, she was a hermaphrodite, but she calls herself a futa to save people the mouthful and to keep their interest when she's showing off what she can offer to them.

But back to her task at hand. Diema had those flowers wrapped up in vines so that her slime didn't make them unappealing to hold, so she was meaning to deliver them to someone in this forest she was traveling through. But who could be what her heart would want to satisfy with affectionate gestures? Was it a guy? A girl? Someone in-between the spectrum that could use more love than ever?

Unfortunately, her eyes were set on what humans would call a jock but in the form of a Pokemon. It was a Haxorus, black scales gleaming occasionally to further the fact that he was one of the few lucky shiny Pokemon in the world living without a trainer parading them around like a trophy. As she feared from the bush she was hiding in, he had his usual posse of woman surrounding him, giving him compliments and trying to woo him for themselves. Whores, she venomously thought to herself, already peeking signs of use between their legs and other fluids from the ones that weren't dripping white down their thighs. It wasn't surprising that the guy was keeping a group of Druddigon happy-they come from the same reason and mostly share abilities in combat. The synergy was expected but very stereotypical.

Before she forgot what she was here for, she kept the flowers in one hand and tried to wait out things until he was alone. Her determination was foolish, because who would walk away from a stud that could _actually _back up the game he spit out? Luck shined in Diema's direction as one-by-one those spiky sheep began to file out as their routines needed to be completed. And when the last one, the one that the Haxorus seemed to be the most fond with as not only did she leak but her stomach was looking rather rotund, finally departed, Diema took her shot. Before the big black dragon could walk off to his den, she shot out of the bushes and held out the flowers.

But she failed to realize how long she held onto them in those bushes, because the petals were soaked in her slime and weighed heavily within her grasp. Ruined. She sighed and tossed them to the ground before approaching the still-departing Haxorus.

"E-excuse me...Drayk?" He paused, looking around before looking back and spotting her. His usual bravado was not shining here and instead an intense gaze was cast on Diema like she were a suspicious character.

"Oh, it's Diema. The forest get-around." She gasped in offense and blushed before her rebuttal.

"Don't call me that!...You don't know what it's like being me."

"Doesn't look like I want to either. Anyway, I'm not in the mood today. I told you, one time and then that's it. You shouldn't have passed out."

"But you...you screw your groupies like they're your property! What makes me so different-and don't you dare say it's because I have a dick too!" That last bit actually cut Jack off from speaking so she continued. "I just want you to know that I actually appreciate you as you, not just because you're more hung than most of the dragons on the mountains!"

Jack's glare took a dark turn and Diema noticed right away, but it was too late. "What did I tell you the last time you tried to woo me? I don't do relationships, I take what I want. If you like it, then that's your decision. I'm not gonna keep telling you that you're wasting my time trying to be mates. I'm already about to have kids, I don't need a freak in my den."

Diema...went silent after that, head hanging low as she was crushed by Jack personally, as opposed to simply being denied another round with him. At this point, his blood-red eyes found the flowers she discarded and scoffed.

"If you really think dragons care about flower, then you need to quit thinking with your ass. Don't come looking for me again, or I'll do more than just hurt your feelings." With a threat like that, all Diema could do was watch him leave, menacing tension in the air slowly dissipating until his tail disappearing from view left things calm again.

A tear fell from Diema's face as she tried not to cry, but it was hard when you had a crush on someone way out of your league, still tried your best but didn't succeed in the slightest. If anything, it looks like she just earned a new reason not to come around here anymore, as with other of her favorite spots in Santalune that were glaring reminders of places that she felt loss, despair and even grief once or twice. There was no other place she could go right now before she'd just end up crying and creating attention that she didn't want, so she just plopped down where she stood and let the waterworks fall.

From here, she was blind to world, and all she could hear were her own thoughts calling her an idiot for thinking Jack could let things slide for her and her alone. Why does she keep doing this to herself? Why can't she just tell her heart to go after guys who don't have their ego in space so she doesn't have to continue feeling her heartache? Why couldn't she be an appealing dragon like Dragonite or Garchomp? Why'd she have to be the one that no one could imagine wanting to bed? At that portion, her body steadily intensified in heat and her sobbing became choked growling as the warmth resonated from her core. That's probably another reason why the dragons were out and about and not hiding away in dens.

It was season for the great males and females, and while people like Jack had more than enough ways to cure his Rut with those Whore-digons in heat, Diema was alone again. Sometimes she wishes she could impregnate herself with her unique genitalia situation, but it was a lost cause. She couldn't keep herself up long enough before her cunny was gushing but her shaft remained at a still state of arousal but no creamy discharge. All that transpired was a warm feeling within her that did naught to settle her estrus and made her more frustrated.

In the midst of her revelation that she was gonna be a loner if she didn't get herself better taste, something landed on her shoulder. A close inspection revealed that it was one of the flowers she had ruined with her slime. Curious as to how it got off the ground in the first place, she turned to where eh had dropped the bouquet. But what she got was a faceful a scales as her bouquet was in the hands of someone else.

It was another dragon, but it was one she was not familiar with. Scales was the theme, for it hung off their body like hair but looked like a rather interesting pattern. And their function seemed rather passive, for one flick of the unknown being's tail had it clank like a hammer hitting a bell. It was almost...musical, if she thought about it, but she couldn't since they were holding the flowers to her like a present.

"Apologies miss, but you should not throw away such magnificant specimens like garbage. Do you not see that your body excrements only made them more appealing?" Oh, it's a guy. Funny, she thought she'd never meet a guy unless she happened to come across one on a walk and find the urge to stalk them until they noticed her or her gaping butthole.

"Uh, listen...I don't wanna have a lesson on beauty, okay? I feel ugly enough as it as..."

"I feel like an Arceus that wanted to make the Earth have an arm-wrestling match with the sun."

"..." Uh, that was random. "Are you...right in the head?"

The dragon laughed, loudly in fact, so it felt like she was being mocked and it made her pout until he clarified with, "Oh miss, I merely thought we were exchanging feelings that didn't exist."

"I don't...get that..."

"I'm saying you're far from ugly. Your body is a temple, yes, but it is a temple that provides...quite the incentive to enjoy, really." At this point, this poetic attempt at her heart was making Diema wanna gag. Who was this sweet for a living? It all sounds rehearsed anyhow yet here this guy was acting like it was completely normal to look like he was trying way too hard to score some tail. The second she had the inkling to leave, her body flared up from within in rebellion and made her groan and double over, causing the dragon trying to woo her to drop his act and see if she was okay. Expecting him to make some comment about her slime, Diema wasn't ready for-

"Are you okay, miss? Do you need berries for sickness? Or are you hungry for something else? Do you need to rest?" The rapid fire questions continued and with that he began examining her all over, testing for any pained areas that he could seek remedies for as opposed to touching. In the midst of it all, she tried her best not to look amused but in the end her face grew contorted with mixed feelings and he panicked. "Oh dear, what is ailing you, miss? Please, allow me to-"

"Will you q-quit it with being nice!?" Diema had enough. Way too good to be true and it was getting to be a bit much in terms of smothering-he basically had her in his chest looking her down for a problem. Her outburst made him stop to look down at her in confusion. "Sorry, but I just d-don't get why you're being nice to a stranger. It's almost creepy."

"Well miss...I'm not going to stoop to the level of everyone else and call you a freak. A dragon's beauty is not measured by what they show off in their scales. Between you and I, the one known as Jack could have painted his scales over for all I care. But none of such animosity should be worth ignoring a lovely dragoness like yourself, one deserving of a gentle heart an-"

"Cut to the chase please." Too much. It's not that it's bad but it just really sounds like he practiced all of this before he happened upon her. And frankly, her heat wanted something done too so the heavy pheromones were making their way into the air around them.

"I...uh, well I wanted to know if you would listen to a song. As a means to court, not to impress on a friend basis, mind you. I know of the season." He himself was sporting some flesh-pink along his gray crotch scales so he wasn't exactly pure and innocent like a hatchling. Diema was thankful nonetheless but she made it apparent that she wouldn't have long before their shared arousal would have him jump the big guy.

"Get on with it...don't take all day."

The scaly dragon took note of her imperative request and nodded his affirmative, making the scales dangling from his head clang together like wind chimes. He took a step back to give her breathing room, unfortunately for her, and his tail curled up as far as he could will it and slowly it whipped back and forth. It was a tune that he seemed familiar with, and Diema noticed that the repeating sounds were a beat. His hands joined in, coming together in short impacts and jostling the scales along his forearms to create a quick tempo.

Over and Over

Waves of running, feelings

Floating weightless, I'm willing

My will keeps bending and breaking

Diema was enthralledd with his voice. She swore it would come out gravelly and rough and that he'd embarrass himself. But here he was, singing as if he were a song-bound Talonflame. There was more, and her thoughts went silent.

Now everything's vivid, vivid

Touch attempted with plea-sure

Reckless, tangled, suspended,

You want it all, nothing's wasted

Dear-est

There was more to the song, and Diema was sure of it, but all seemed lost as the dragon's erection grew to full mast from the smoldering pheromones attacking his nose and his response was to see to it that Diema was under him to see him huffing for air like he just finished running. "Ap-apologies, miss...I must satiate the both of us...before I can continue."

"It's...fine. And call me Diema please. I'm not much of a lady, you see?" She pointed out that, in the middle of their close encounter, her shaft had found its way out of her vent and stood tall against the scaly dragon's erection.

"Well...if this salacious encounter is where we come to find out who were are to avoid being strangers...then I am Stephano..." That cleared up the name, but Diema will still have no clue to what he was as that tail clanged like a bell above them. She wasn't sure if that was to keep the song in mind or to sound off something else, but for all she should care about it's that it was followed by the newly named Stephano kissing her on the lips and taking a hold of her hips to squeeze into. She was mostly solid but the surface was slick, so his hands had to be extra careful not to slip while he sought to find a hole blindly. For a split second, Diema wondered if she could let him slip inside of her cloaca to give him a chance at actually curing her heat, but before she could try and move herself to a point where his thrust would sink himself in there with the rest of his cock he ended up jamming into her back door without warning. She whimpered, but his grasp made to massage her to keep her tension away while he pushed.

It sure felt a lot different than those one-night stands she had when she was in dire need of some dick, but Stephano singing beforehand and his kind gestures really rang through to her. Like those scales of his. They must be rather charming to use whenever he was interested in someone. A jolt of pleasure rose from within her anus as he finally started pushing hard enough to get more of his endowment inside of her, the close proximity to her vagina's walls allowing a tingle to course through her and incite a squirt of pre to shoot onto Stephano's stomach. Even with that, he pushed on, soothing her whenever she got close to clenching on him and licking her lips when he made progress. Soon, the pressure in her butt was too much and she broke away.

"Is it all the way in y-yet...? You're driving me wild..."

The dragon laughed and kissed her cheek. "A little more should do it...now let me get lost in your light...~"

His murr was loud as he opened his maw to lick across her lips, asking for entry and questioning for the same with his eyes. Diema felt a radiant heat smother her face and only when she saw herself in Stephano's eyes did she realize she was flustered. Whatever helped her heat calm down, she guessed. So she parted her lips and Steph made his way in to tango with her tongue. All the while, his hips were still pushing deep into her body, her gut too rotund to truly show off just where he was. Though that became a concern as he finally made a step towards her side and continued to push.

'Jack never got this far...' Was this guy hiding that he was even bigger than that jerk and sharing it with her? Diema couldn't help the moan that escaped her as Stephano's cock seemed to get thicker towards the base and pressed into her walls harder. Her snatch was pouring with juices and her slime continued to ooze into the ground and form a murky puddle around them.

*Plap*

That was the noise created when Stephano's hips finally collided with Diema's lower end, the Goodra looking down and...

"Y-you're huge...!" She doesn't have three breasts, that much was certain, so the one poking out from beneath the ones she knows she has was surely Stephano's cock. The dragon chuckled to himself, amused by Diema's reaction to start licking her face again.

"Honestly, it's not _that _big. Just a few inches shy of three feet."

"That's still...oh whatever." Modest or being humble, she wasn't sure which. But what she did know was that she was gonna need a lot of relaxing to be done if she wanted to take this well. If he started pumping a load in her, it'll surely come out of her mouth. Yet, even that grew to be of little priority as Steph's licking soon trailed under her chin and his tongue got a full helping of her goo. And he stopped. Like really, he didn't move a muscle.

And after a minute of nothing, Diema grew concerned. "Steph...? You gonna do me or what?"

Her question seemed to bring him back, but his eyes...looked glazed over as he looked down at her. The goo he sampled was gulped down and a snarl erupted from his throat before he yanked his hips back to slam back into her ass. Diema wasn't ready and the friction was nearly unbearable to handle, but as he continued to do so and jolt her vent with the impacts the pain slowly ebbed away. Even still, his power was concerning when it came to humping her, because it made her body flick her goo everywhere while she was busy grunting and moaning from having her ass fucked as usual. It splattered on his chest, his scales, his face and her tail's goo smeared all over his crotch the more he pulled back against it. Soon it oozed its way onto his flesh and a surge of electric pleasure ran through him like a Thunderbolt current aimed for his underbelly.

Diema could feel something of an orgasm start welling up inside of her, her cock stuck pointing up towards her and squirting precum on her face while Steph continued to puff hot air from his goo-covered snout. He's lost in it, and doesn't look like he'll take no for an answer. Call Diema a size queen if you will, but the manner of which he pummeled through her body with ease now that he had some lube in the form of her goo and deep splurts of precum had her beyond bliss. Her toes clenched up and before she could even cry out from the thrust that caused it, a silent scream passed through her as both of her organs were sent into orgasmic ecstasy. Juices gushed out from her vent, split into an open stream thanks to her cock being stiff as a board and shooting up at Stephano's check and chin, and left to pour down her crotch and further add to keeping things slick for the dragon yet to be known to her.

A warm rush ran through her core, catching her attention a bit but then remember than Steph wasn't inside of her vent and remaining calm while she recuperated. In the midst of her relaxing, she failed to notice that her partner had not stopped moving inside of her despite her constrictive throes of climax. He reamed her hole back open and left it yawning like a drake as he worked himself to a lust-filled orgasm. His snarling didn't seem to have an end, filling up Diema's ears with the ferocious octave of his 'disiac-induced stupor which was a drastic farcry from his earlier pacifism.

Ten minutes. Ten grueling minutes that felt like time had gone to a standstill yet still proceeded. By then, she had lost herself to her pleasure and came once again, leaving a mess of herself all over her and Stephano. The warm feeling in her gut ran through her again but she didn't have time to question it.

Stephano's roar nearly called out over the others that happened to be within the forest in the midst of mating, his clanging scales ringing through the trees as he let the floodgates open. Hot seed flowed in and Diema's gut found itself swelling up like a balloon tied to the open end of a hose. Despite her vent not being the target hole, her core seemed to calm down and helped her cock slide back inside of its hiding place, but Diema wasn't counting on Stephano noticing this change and practically ripping himself out of her ass to make headway inside of her moist snatch. She screamed, unused to penetration there as opposed to simply feeling her shaft part her walls so it could escape into the open and that cumming dick flooded it out too. Soon, she had spunk pouring out of both holes and a hand gripping the top of her belly for leverage to send his spewing cock as deep into her as possible claimed her third hole as cum began to seep up and out of her mouth.

She should be passing out right now, and sure felt like it with how winded Stephano left her, but she was jolted into a state of half-in/haif-out as his tongue found her mouth and stuffed it full. Her fight for breath should have been lost from there but still she was up and victim to the sensations of him pulling out and letting the last of his discharge drool onto her lower belly.

Diema was gravid, she could tell. Her being in heat and Steph being in rut meant that there was gonna be an egg growing inside of her. Yet, one egg shouldn't have her feeling like she had a whole clutch tucked away inside of her...right?

It was a confusing feeling that she didn't get to dwell on as the big dragon went ahead and started dragging her across the ground away from the area, his growling and hard erection presumably entailing more to come. Oh well, good thing Diema wasn't so used to more than one round because out she goes...


Goodra. They're known for being a messier Dragonite. They're nice, drip goo everywhere and tend to be teased for being softies by other dragons to a point of bullying if one's too passive. Some are taken to with gusto, however, and given quite the affectionate upbringing when they find the select person for them.

Take Diema for example, snoozing with a smile for the first time in months, as Stephano rested around her. Their den-previously Stephano's until he told her to move in-was warm in the midday sun and a nap was inevitable with the humidity that followed. What had Diema so happy? The fact that she was sharing space with someone that didn't harbor ill words about her? Or maybe it was because she got laid and didn't regret it?

Of course it's neither of those. Before them was a nest full of eggs, more than a dozen carefully lined up to allow equally shared warmth for the young inside. Turns out, Diema had been readying herself for a much more productive pregnancy when Steph happened upon her, and after a rough night of roaring that left her throat scratched, she was so full of eggs that she barely had the breath to tell the big dragon that she was carrying more than just a mere litter. It was a good thing he didn't shun her when they first met or got far too into the idea of being driven to fuck her because he ingested her goo for a boost, because had he had left her she would have broke from the lack of support-physical and emotional-from having to lay all of the eggs by her lonesome.

So yeah, even though her ass hurts and her vent had yet to recover in full, Diema was happy with how things turned out. Maybe when the kids hatched will she know what Stephano is...

Eh, she'll probably just stick to anal until whenever season comes around again.