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Welcome to my seventh story! As I'm feeling rather good after alot of busyness and still managing to get this done. This actually is probably my first story done for me and not another person. Well I'm afraid I don't have much else to say than, as usual. Leave comments if you enjoyed the story. and contact me via any of the messanger services so convinently available from my profile. I even check my e-mail from time to time =), well regardless, enjoy the seventh story!

In the south of Japan in a small prefecture sat a western house that, coincidentally, was also western facing. This has no bearing on our story mind you, save for it was something the young dragon who lived in said house used to mention whenever an opportunity for aimless trivia came up. She often mentioned it while in the second floor of her house. Where the large arching windows would give view of the dropping plains and sharp abrupt cliffs that gave sharp definition between the sea and land. "I love this house" was something the young dragon would proclaim every chance she got, it was however commonly followed by "I just hate the fighting in it," putting a rather sad note at the end of an otherwise beautiful sentiment.

It was one of those times right now, actually. She could hear muffled voices from the first floor. She'd learned after a few exhaustive and futile attempts that there was no way to mediate between her parents. They would always start with something small, a habit or a change of routine. That was always the worst part for Melon - to be afraid that something stupid could chain-react into an evening long fight. First it was skim milk, then it was the car's scent, then driving habits, then bills. Melon hated watching her parents do this. Like a train wreck she couldn't stop listening to no matter how far she turned her headphones up.

This time it was a moisturizer for Melon's ever growing, stretching wings. She'd been out earlier shopping with her father. Among other things, the young dragoness had need of a cream to soothe her tender appendages. Having been a good thirty years removed from puberty though, he had no idea what exactly she needed. Fifty pastel-colored bottles with various minimalist silhouettes of dragons and other reptiles. Extra Moisture? Moisture absorbing? Extra clean? For normal scales? For overly developed joints? There was definitely a reason this was so complicated, a reason which completely escaped her father and left him with a bewildered look. "Just...grab the one you need and meet me at the checkout." Was all he said as he moved to the next isle, running down his shopping list.

"Toji, Why did you buy her THAT ONE!?" spoke an irate female voice, her mother's , bringing Melon back to the argument already in progress. "I don't....they're all the same aren't they?" Said a still bewildered male, her father's voice echoing against the wooden paneling. "All the same?! Did you even read the bottle!?" She quoted it verbatim, "Mixed perfectly to ignite the true flames of passion." There was a pause of a few seconds before another response came. "...So?" Melon grumbled and slowly spun in her computer chair. Pushing off from her bed with her tail as she spun. She knew exactly how loud her mother would respond, and cringed, able to picture the large, angry green dragon in her mind, able to see her neck clench and ripple as if to let out a deafening roar. "SO I DON'T WANT OUR DAUGHTER TO SEND THOSE KINDS OF SIGNALS!"

"...Are you even listening to yourself Satsuki? Its just a damn cream!"

"Do you know ANYTHING about kids? Creams like this are part of a code. It means they're ready for sex."

"What? What are you talking about? I've never heard of that."

"Well that's probably because you never actually take an interest in Mei's life! I actually CARE if she comes home with an egg shaped belly!"

"Says the woman who works twelve hours a day and brings all that work home? Lemme guess, you found all this out on some dingbat forum full of Soccer-dykes right?"

"Hey! I'm earning a living here! Do you have any idea how much this costs? Or this? Maybe you could get off your ass and actually ask her teachers?"

The pointless argument had turned to matters that didn't concern Melon, which left the young teen dragon to lie on her bed and fumble the innocent little bottle. Her claws slowly traced along the image on it, an outline of a rather shapely iguana female. She flicked the cap open and sniffed the contents. Yes, it did smell a little like the sample male and female pheromones presented during Sex Ed in school. But that's not why she picked it. She wanted to feel more mature, to look and carry herself more elegantly than some awkward thirteen year old with oversized wings for her age. "Damn it." She grumbled with a snort from her blunted maw..

"Why did I have to pick this cream? It just caused another fight."

A short burst of anger caused her fist to clench, sending a third of the bottle squirting all over her arm, face and bed. "Ugh...." She said as she sat up, about to walk to the bathroom and grab a towel for the mess when she paused. Remembering the oft-coined phrase from her father:

"Waste not, Want not."

Yes, her mother was mad that she'd gotten the cream she did. But her father would be mad if a third of it just ended up soaked into a towel and thrown in the washing machine. She arched her arms out to avoid getting her clothes messy (more than they were) as she undid the buttons of her shirt, sliding it off carefully, followed by her training bra. She looked down and gently hoisted her barely formed mounds. "Lazy," she spoke to them before rolling her neck, forcing her wings out as far as they could go in either direction. Her mother had given her a wide mirror for her room, the same one she used when she was Melon's age. It was wide enough to see all of one's wings without having to move left or right much.

Melon looked them over, peering to find any large gaps or irregular shapes in the scale patterns. "One.... two...three" she counted to herself quietly, making a mental checklist before sitting down again and folding her wings around front, holding them and slowly moving her index and fore fingers around them in a circle, disinfecting the small lesions and reducing the irritation. Left untreated they could become unsightly knots of scales on a pair of otherwise fine, if uncomfortably large, sea green wings.

After a good ten minutes of rubbing and tending, the scent had gotten to Melon. For better or worse her young body was reacting. Puberty had began about a year before, and while her body was still readying itself to bear eggs, the urge to find a male and collect his seed was certainly present. Melon moved her dark little hand from her wing, and then glancing to her door to make sure the lock was pressed, she slid a reflective, creamed hand to her left nipple. The pad of her finger circling it quietly while visions of strong viral males danced in her head. "Is this OK? Should I rub faster?" She'd quietly whisper to herself, pretending that it was some powerful daimyo she'd be forced to display and perform all manner of eroticism infront of while he presided over his court. Now with two fingers pressing down on the dark scales surrounding her bud, she'd spread her legs and pretend further. "Yes sir...I am a virgin." she whispered as she forced her thighs as far apart as she could, letting her petit neither regions be pressed flush with her panties, feeling a little damp spot form as her body lubricated itself.

In her mind the dragon took an interest in her now. She inhaled deeply and imagined the scent she took in was from the strong dragon. As if he'd gotten from his chair and walked over, crouching next to her and demanding she let him see inside. Melon slid her hand quietly down and eased her panties to her ankles. Looking at herself in the mirror, spreading her narrow little lips and revealing a splotch of pink, doing her best to feel embarrassed or frightened as she stroked her thigh. She never really knew why, something in those muscles there always made her tingle from tail-tip to horns..

Her fingers continued to tickle along her thigh as her imagination ran. Now that big daimyo, he would slowly move his cold and over-scaled snout forward and taste her. His tongue, or in reality her fingers, slowly brushing along the soft scaled slit, feeling as they recessed and pulled away when stimulated. "You taste wonderful, little dragon." She'd said to herself in a gruff whisper. Two hands were needed now, the first to pull her wide and reveal her depths to the imaginary male, the second to act as a tongue slowly tasting her, drinking in her aroused scent. "I...I would sir." She said, in response to the faux-daimyo's question of if she'd like to taste herself on his tongue.

With a faux nervousness and a very real passion she pushed her narrow little index finger inside herself, curving her legs and lifting them from the ground in an attempt to clench the entirety of her lower body, including the muscles inside. Much like stroking her thighs, she'd found it to be a small quirk that aroused her like nothing else. A long few seconds of squeezing later and her right hand was slid up, the diffused light from her window glistening on the entirety of her finger, claw-tip to knuckle. As directed by her Imaginary counterpart, she took a few short sniffs of it before pushing it into her maw, curving her serpentine tongue around it. Letting her saliva mix with the thin coating and paint her tongue and esophagus with the unique scent. It was then a curious image popped into her head, one Melon found slightly strange but saw no reason to resist against.

As she kissed the Daimyo, or at least the best physical representation a thirteen-year old alone could muster. The image of her father popped into her head. Not simply any image though, it was the image of her father driving his tongue into her mouth, Of his powerful blue claws wrapped around each of her shoulders, of that strong jag-scaled chest and limbs dominating everything around her, taking her the way he'd often taken their mother when the fights were over and it was time to reconcile.

Melon stopped and closed her eyes, listening. She could hear a rustling in her parents room, not simply movement but quiet vocalizations. Such reconciliations had begun to occur now. If nothing else the young dragon was an exceptional listener. "No, like last time.... put your tongue-gyah." spoke her mother, followed by a kind of throaty laugh from his father, the kind he'd make when his mouth was full. She could not see it directly, but certainly imagine what he'd been doing to her. "No, I don't mind if you want to lick me.... dad." She spoke to herself as she turned the back of her paw to her sex, letting her index and forefingers together act as a stand in for a tongue as they 'lapped' along, all the while she imagined looking down at that thick scaled snout and those twin horns that were rough and faded with maturity. She could almost see the smile on each end of his cheeks as he tasted her, wanted her, needed her.

"Ok.... I need to start dinner in a bit, so lets finish up." Came from the room below. She could hear the rustling and the springs of their bed, as best she could imagine she tried to match the position she figured her mother took. Reaching down the side of her bed she fished up a plastic bag, within which was contained an expired lime glow-stick. Melon had learned a month earlier just how well the small plastic cylinder fit inside her. With another glance to her door to check the lock she slipped it from it's plastic container.

Her knees spread, she leaned forward, pressing her chest, neck and cheek to the bed as she fumbled with the small lime length, eventually positioning herself perfectly so that she could quickly brush along her tender folds with quick, subtle flicks of her index and forefinger. Only breaking her rhythm when the (now rather slick) plastic length slipped from her grasp and fell to the bed below.

"Unngh.... faster...!" She could hear her mother moan, Melon opened her maw against the sheets, heavy breaths moving across the off-cream linen as she allowed her mind to drift, not resisting the arousing image of being completely enveloped in her father's shadow, picturing his sharp tipped length spreading her open. "Faster dad.... faster." She spoke as the glow-stick was plunged into her as fast as her fingers could manage.

When her orgasm finally came, her entire body went rigid. Rapid pulses and spasms coursed over her spine as she was enveloped in a body wide shudder. Even her jaw and tail felt sore when she finally relaxed, having only a strength spawned from discomfort to move her knees from under her and lay flat on the bed, unable to stop from letting out a tickled giggle as her muscles pushed the glow-stick from her body and onto the comforter. A short minute later a harmony of masculine and feminine roars drifted up through the floor. Her parents had finally reached their own orgasm, and likely shared the euphoric daze Melon felt.

In this post-orgasm state her mind had begun to wander, begun to ponder the ramifications. She'd been told once she was mature she'd find a mate, but what about her father? He'd make a good mate, he loved her, he cared for her, he was always ready to spoil her, whenever she seemed down, with a surprise trip to Mitsokoshi's for a new grown-up sized wing shawl. Further more its not like there hadn't been any number of brother sister relationships in nobility. The pondering continued for a good while, during which time Melon had watched the sun lazily play through the drapes of her window, casting a pale green spade upon the floor and wall as it was filtered through her upstretched wings. "Mei?" A sudden call and twist of her doorknob snapped Melon from her mental meandering, the door jiggled as a voice spoke. "I need to talk to you about the cream you bought today." Her mother was using that calm voice, the sweet one she always reserved for when she was trying to explain something she thought might lead to a fight or argument.

Melon of course wasn't about to open her door, not when she was entirely nude and smelled heavily of that cream and her self-love. She quickly thought and then spoke. "I'm about to get in the shower, can we talk when I get out?" She paused with held breath, not sure of what to expect as she waited for her mother's response. "Alright, don't take too long, dinner's gonna be another thirty minutes." A sigh came from the young dragon as she reached up, sliding open her window and letting the breeze drift in, that in combination with a yank on a chain to turn her ceiling fan on high would probably clear out the scent well. After packing away her recycled glow-stick in its plastic container and sliding it down the far side of her bed, she made her way into the shower.

The hot water did good to empty her mind. Her stress and need for carnal release trickled down along with the leftover residue. Though she wasn't in the mood for an encore performance, she did indulge herself in the guilty pleasure of leaning back and letting the hit water hit her crotch, a hot, sustained, very quick rhythm against her flat labia and surrounding regions. As relaxed as she was it felt entirely naturally to let her bladder clench, a faint yellow stream rushing from her neither-regions and flowing down the drain.

Dinner was fast as usual in the house, with everyone grabbing a bowl and practically inhaling the mixture of rice, meat and veggies. Melon had worn her bathrobe down stairs, only staying long enough to grab a bowl and run back up to her room. Just as she finished, a second knock came and her door swung open. "Hey listen." Her mother said, standing in the doorway. "That cream you bought....I know you liked it, but we need to go buy a different one, ok?" Before Melon could argue, the door was shut and the forest-green scaled dragon had walked off. "Bitch..." Melon said under her breath. It was particularly annoying when she did that, and it made Melon curve her wings inward with annoyance. Yet her mother was right. She did need a more 'suitable' cream for day to day use. With a roll of her shoulders and sliding from her bed. Her slender young frame was again revealed to her room. The lock clicking as she began to ponder the many choices she had for clothing.

A blue checker top, pair of Freddy Mercury-esque pants and a white shawl later, she followed her mother to the mini-van, sitting herself in the middle of the back seat. "Ugh, just lemme stay home. You already know what I need anyway." Melon's pleas went unanswered as the van shook to a start, the lights flicked on as her mother looked back.

"No. Besides, we should have some alone time to talk, girl to girl. Accel"

Melon gently grasped the head-rests of the two seats. Holding herself in place as the car slowly rolled from the driveway and started down the long, rural road towards town. "Ok, so what do you wanna talk about?" Melon said as she reached over, turning the radio to a western rock station. Her mother turned the volume down to almost nil; in a way Melon was testing her mother, seeing how serious she was. "Mei...listen. How much do you know about mating?" In her response, Melon was surprisingly candid with her answer as she leaned forward a bit.

"I know I'm going to start dropping clutches soon. And that I'm going to start attracting boys." Melon's mother may've been from an older generation, but she was never one to believe any good came of treating sex as a hushed, whispered topic not to be spoken of. "Your going to be passing eggs...clutches are what happens if they're impregnated." Mei's response intoned annoyance. "I know, I know, that's what I meant."

"Decel." Spoke Melon's mother as the car came to a gentle halt at a railroad crossing, stopped entirely as a freight train rolled by. Melon's hands pressed flat to the front seats as she was pulled forward. Having to sit vertical for entire car rides was always irritating. Often, Mei would find ways of getting out of having to go places, her mother seemed insistent now though. "You need to understand how important it is that you don't get pregnant. Having a male Orgasm inside of you, or even his pre-cum, could lead to a lot of pain later on, especially if your not strong or wide enough to pass out a full sized egg and it needs to be removed surgically."

Melon's voice came across as any teenagers would, a vocalization of annoyance, more than anything she just wanted to tell her mother to stop repeating things she'd already heard from Sex Ed in school or her friends. "Mom, I'm not going to get pregnant." Her mother only let out a laug, her wings flexing inside their recesses. "Yeah, I'm sure that's exactly what all those fifteen year-olds said on the news. Accel" The store her and her father had visited earlier passed by without incident, leaving Melon to wonder exactly where her mother meant to go. "Mom, the stores back there." she said, elbow on the passenger's headrest as she stuck her thumb out. "I know. We're gonna stop by there later." They had gotten back enough into civilization now that the streets were lined frequently with lights, illuminating the road and surrounding areas, not that there was much to see, but it was a nice change from the dark rural nature of her neighborhood.

"Decel" Melon felt the car jerk slightly as it stopped. Though it was dark a few local stores were still open, among them a Chinese food place, a rather unassuming and under-advertised sex shop, and a ramen stand. It was the second which Satsuki approached, waiting in front for her daughter to work her way out of the car and follow. The young dragon did her usual crab walk out of the car, walking up to her mother, expecting at any moment for her to either walk towards the Laundromat or the food shop. However it was into the sex shop Satsuki went, and with her daughter's hand held, Melon as well.

Inside the shop looked almost akin to a pet store. There were rows and rows of toys in various phallic shapes and sizes, some were on display, some hanging on racks, some particularly large or impressive toys beneath the glass of the front counter, along with any number of creams, lubricants, and shelves full of books. The cashier gave a half-bow and a wave to the both as they entered. "Hey Satsu." She said cheerfully, her little down-turned sparrow beak in a smile.

"Here to pick up more lube?"

Satsuki lead Melon up to the counter. "No, but she's growing up, and she needs something to help get her mind off of boys." Melon's feelings then could only be described as scrutinized. Though only her mother and the clerk were in the store, it still felt quite awkward. She couldn't help herself to stare at the various toys. Is that what a dragon penis looks like? Is that what a lion's penis looks like? Is that what a human penis looks like? She asked herself internally.

"Ah, I see, so how deep do you think you are?" The clerk looked down at Melon, the context of the store let the young dragon know exactly what the Sparrow meant. "Um.... I dunno...I guess...an inch or two deeper than my fingers..." If Melon had the capacity to, she'd probably be blushing as she looked away. Satsuki spoke up over her daughter to be a bit more commanding. "Well, if she's anything like me she's probably still compact and tight down there." The clerk nodded at them both and reached down, bringing her taloned hand up clasped around what appeared to be a rather narrow dildo with ruler markings on it. "Tell you what, why don't you just go into one of the fitting rooms and test yourself." Through out all of this Melon had tried to remain quiet, to be just a fly on the wall as her mother and the sparrow conversed, that was quickly replaced as she felt thrust into the spotlight, her nervousness bourn upon her sleeve.

"That sounds alright, lets go Mei." Her mother took the long blue phallus in her hand and started towards the back rooms, Melon hesitated a moment, but was then quick to follow. Afterall she felt rather awkward in this museum of penii. The young dragon was then lead slowly around a corner and into a room with an uncomfortably flimsy latch on the door. For all intents and purposes it felt like a changing room at a department store. Save for a complementary bottle of lube near the bench seat and a bubbling cylinder full of blue liquid, it was rather barren. Satsuki reached over and dipped the dildo in the blue, swirling it a bit before drawing it out and using a paper towel to wipe it clean, looking back at her daughter. "Alright, go ahead and get ready."

Melon knew fairly well what her mother was expecting, she however still felt the need to ask, to remain absolutely sure in case there was a slim chance she had misinterpreted everything and infract they were just here to find out the depths of something else, anything else. "You mean...take my pants off?" Satsuki just smirked down at her daughter, trying to empathize, trying to remember how embarrassed she was when this first happened. "Mei, we need to test how deep you are, so we can get something that fits you perfectly...trust me. If you have something that rubs every inch of you inside without pushing too hard, it's wonderful." A quiet nod was the only response Melon could manage to give. Unfastening her pants at the front and tail, she slid them down, hesitating at her panties. "Mom.... are you sure? I mean, it looks kinda big." In truth it didn't look big at all, it looked about as narrow as the glow-stick she'd used so often at home. Suddenly an epiphany came to her.

If she went through all this, she'd have something much better than a cheap glow-stick. She'd be riding something that felt like real male, maybe even a dragon , something she could push down on that would prod at her depths the way only a male could, perhaps even as her father could. Her train of thought, in addition to making her more comfortable, had begun to moisten her. With her thumbs slipped under the waistband she finally exposed herself to her mother, showing those mint, cream-colored dragon lips of hers, and the delicate pink within. "Is it going to hurt?" Melon spoke, even if she did see the prize at the end, it still felt awkward doing what could easily be defined as masturbating in-front of her mother.

"Didn't hurt me when I was first measured." The small blue rod was placed between Melon's thighs, her mother taking care to align it, reaching forward and gently easing her daughter's vulva open. "W-who measured you?" Melon asked, the part of her that wished for hesitation hoping that a conversation would avoid the inevitable. Satsuki caught on though, and didn't respond until the first inch was inside her daughter's slick depths, her thighs clenching out of reflex.

"Asaki, the sparrow out there. When I was fifteen." Melon was rather surprised, though it did explain why the clerk seemed so familiar with her mother, she would've thought on it further, but seeing the notched blue length disappearing into her, and her mother staring down at it intently while gripping the base, left little room for other things in Melon's mind.

"Mei, you need to stop clenching so hard. I can't get an accurate measurement." Melon looked up at her mother, her cheeks sunk and brow furled in such a way as to say:

"What, you think I should be entirely relaxed having my mother shove a length of blue latex inside my vagina?"

Satsuki caught the look from her daughter though, and with all the calmness of a mother she reached forward, placing her palm and fingers flat just below Melon's waist. The young dragon, despite her skepticism, felt an urge to relax. Having her mom gently massage just above her mound was rather soothing, if awkward, though no more than being particularly aroused in-front of her mother. A few seconds later There was a disconcerting bump inside Melon, one that caused several halting "ah!" sounds to escape from the young dragon. Her mother had reached her depths.

"Three point eight inches." Said the older dragon, smiling rather calmly and easing the tool from her daughter. For whatever reason Melon felt a little disappointed. A good seven inches still remained outside of her when her mother spoke, she felt inadequate, small even. "Is that OK?" She spoke, looking up at her mother.

"Of course, how deep you are isn't a competition." Satsuki had an inclination her words might fall on deaf ears. Never let anyone tell you different, teenagers WILL always find something to compare with one-another. The more private, the better.

Standing up, her mother swirled the blue length in the bubbling liquid once more. Washing the three point eight inches of slickness from it before approaching the swing door of their room. "Wait here, I'm going to talk to Asaki a bit and find a few toys that would suit you." The rather barren walls and gurgle of the cleanser struck Melon as lonely, being all by herself in that room didn't seem appealing at all.. "Can I come with?" Was meekly stated though heavy with intonation. Satsuki reached her hand out to help her daughter up, giving her a moment to reach down and cover her aroused neither with panties and pants.

As they came out and approached the desk, the sparrow had moved and was re-stocking a shelf of lubricant. "Asaki?" Spoke Satsuki, watching as to see two long, black wings poke up from the third isle. "What size are we looking for?" Came the response. Melon hadn't noticed it before but Asaki did sound a bit older than she looked. "Three point eight" Melon's mother called back, her daughter feeling rather embarrassed at having such personal information called across a store. But then she was also embarrassed about feeling embarrassed.

We're all girls, right? I'd talk about these things with Ayanami or Xai Xu, why not my mother and a 'professional'? Then again, neither of my friends ever watched me slide a dildo inside myself.

"So, you want to go small with three five? Or just give her a four and let her grow around it?" Asaki walked over and gently brushed her talons together, getting a bit of dust off of them. "I think we should just go with a four, no use getting anything smaller if she'll just grow out of it in a few months, like Yui." There seemed to be an in-joke between Satsuki and Asaki there, but Melon missed it and just listened, watching the older green dragon and the older sparrow share looks of friendship, perhaps even affection.

"Alright, well fouries aren't the most popular, so mostly we just carry main-streams, though we can order something special if it catches your eye." The Sparrow brought up a rather thick ring bound catalogue full of pictures of varying quality, some where finely set pages that looked like advertisements, complete with several pictures, others looked to be pictures taken with a cheap camera and Xeroxed. Melon found herself fascinated as she saw approximations of males from dozens of species. "Lets go for something dragonic, is the flicker line still around?" Satsuki gently brushed her daughter's wing-crests, redirecting her attention and bringing her from her deep thought. "Nah, they feel out of popularity when the kid stopped being a pop idol, but I do have some similar ones."

The avian stepped out from the counter once more and went to a back shelf, pulling down a few toys and tossing them in a basket, making her way back and lining them up on the glass counter. It was still new to Melon, though slightly more comfortable with it, the fact remained she was essentially watching someone "shop" for dildos the way one might shop for cans of soup..

From left to right, the toys looked as follows:

The first was a rather narrow, long member, it looked thinner than the glow-stick she'd been accustomed too, but had a kind of narrow scale pattern on it, and a coiling, corkscrew-like body.

The second had a strange, sort of fat ribbed appearance. Like several small donuts pushed down over a small pole.

The third seemed the most "normal", fairly dragonic with a garlic-shaped tip, and a stocky, curved body going down to a bulb at the bottom. The fourth looked rather

strange, the head was a dome with a wide flair, going down vertically with lots of thick veins all along it, rather creepy looking really.

The last looked almost like the measuring rod, it was entirely cylindrical save for the head, which matched the third.

Melon looked for a moment, without realizing it she'd begun to reach her hand out to touch them, a kind of screaming desire, as she'd never had a dildo, let alone a male dragon, in her hands. The moment she'd noticed her reaction however she froze in place. The avian took notice and gave a concerned look to Satsuki, whom looked down at Melon. "Don't be afraid honey, pick the one that you find attractive." Melon kept a breath to relax herself, deciding to 'take the plunge' and wrap her hand around the third. Blushing a bit as she opened her eyes, seeing herself rigidly squeezing the equivalent of a teenage dragon's cock, in the middle of an open (if un-populated) store while her mother watched. Satsuki showed much less hesitation, taking a vaguely S shaped blue one in her hand. Gently running her thumb over the head the way one might tease a real male, it came across as a kind of reflex action, fascinating Melon for the duration as her mother gave it a few gentle squeezes from her long, slender fingers.

"Well, we're going to be open for a while longer, just try them all and then decide." Asaki headed back to the shelf she'd been at before either came out, working diligently as Melon looked at her mom. Who had tossed the five toys in the basket and raised her hand a bit, motioning with her tail for her daughter to follow, her hands full with the basket of toys. Once back in the room Melon was quicker to strip her lower clothes from her body and put them in the corner, sitting with her knees spread as her mother washed the toys and lined them up in the same order as before.

"Alright Mei, which do you want to try first?" The awkwardness of being nude and aroused in front of her mother had passed. But awkward she felt still. Can anything really prepare one to sexually gratify oneself while being watched intently by a parent? Nevertheless, with a soft attempt at a calm voice she raised her small green hand, extending a finger.

"Lets try that one." Pointing at number five, she shifted left and right a bit as her mother brought it down between those cream yellow thighs, contrasted well with Satsuki's dark scales. and the lighter green scales on the rest of Melon's form.

"Ready?" Her mother said, garnering a quick nod from Melon. It really looked quiet silly as she squinted, as if a kid getting a shot at the doctors. Her clenched frame relaxed rather quickly though as the translucent blue tube with the garlic shape tip made its way through her folds, filling up her cute little cunny with a pseudo-member. "How does it feel?" Melon pondered her mother's question for a moment, now that the tension had faded, it really didn't feel that spectacular. The sides were slick and didn't stimulate well. The tip certainly felt nice when she clenched down on it, but it seemed like the rest of her vagina had gone wanting. "Sorta okay," was the best response Melon could give, not being an experienced judge of dildos.

"Yeah, I thought so, these ones are never very good." Satsuki said as she gently stroked her daughter's thigh and waist, calming her down as she slid the torpedo out and set it aside, reaching for another. This time it was the far left one, the coiled scale snake like pattern. As she lifted it and held it between Melon's thighs, the young dragon spoke. "Mom...what's a flicker?" Melon asked as her mother continued, fitting the toy slowly inside her daughter as she spoke.

"You know, that song 'Flicker the light of my dark soul?' " Melon thought for a moment.

"That classic rock song you hum sometimes?"

"Yeah, Well, it was popular when I was your age, it wasn't that great of a song, but the lead singer was a cute boy, and he had a dildo modeled after his own package." Both Satsuki and Mei giggled, not at all tense until the dildo hit her back wall. "This one?" Melon took a deep breath. This one did well to tickle her inside. It arose a sensation in her of wanting to be kissed, wanting to kiss someone deeply while she forced herself down on this.

But, it also felt a bit strange, a little too narrow and squirmy in some places, as she relaxed more the dildo began to show its thin nature. It was high quality, but not the feeling that let her sink completely into her fantasies. "It's kinda thin...but it still feels nice...." Melon didn't want to sound picky, at least not here when her mother was going through all this trouble just so her daughter could masturbate. "But, it doesn't feel perfect, does it?" Satsuki could see the answer in Melon's eyes, those little blue orbs averted towards the walls, ceiling, floor, anywhere but directly at her mother.

"No." Melon clenched, she wanted it to feel perfect, to see her mother smile and agree. But she also hated to lie. "Its ...better than the first...but I kinda have to push hard to feel it..."

Satsuki eased her hand back, cupping it beneath Melon's thighs and letting it slip from her daughter without fanfare. "It really was loose in you." She let out amidst a smirk, looking at Melon as she reached back. She had a fairly good idea of which one Melon wanted to try next, before the young dragoness could speak up Satsuki's long fingers curled around the life-like dildo. "Mom?" Mei spoke as she watched her mother scoop up and lubricate the pseudo-dragon penis, gently brushing her narrow green thumb over the tip. "Were flickers fun?"

Satsuki gently lowered the toy without a word, holding it aimed directly at her daughter, the young dragoness pulling her lips apart and awaiting penetration. "Only when I had his single playing and looked at his poster on my ceiling. No one ever really said it, but to tell you the truth I think he was a bit underhung." Both giggled as they shared this girl-time together. In a way, she had begun to feel closer to her mother than she imagined.

Without realizing it, she'd begun to ask her mother how she masturbated as a kid. This wasn't average or easy by any stretch. How do you ask someone so close to you about information that's supposed to be so private? She didn't want to waste this. She felt at this moment, in this setting she'd never have a moment where she could pick her mother's brain on the most private and intimate matters. "Mom? In bed, what's da-" Her question was interrupted as she felt that rounded, tear drop shaped head push into her, thrust with all care and tenderness, gentle side to side twists were given until the wide, flat base of the toy was pressed flush with Melon's soft, scaled lips.

There are very few ways to describe exactly how Melon felt at that moment. Every single sensitive sweet spot she'd ever found prodding about inside herself since she'd learned what masturbation was had been hit. Every bulge and vein, valley and the garlic clove tip all matched up perfectly inside the young dragon's tender sex. This was reflected as her jaw locked back, a body-wide shudder that shook the bench and made her wings curl inward. "Well, I guess we found the right one."

Melon's mother gave a soft tug on the base, finding the toy rather hard to remove from her tightly clenched daughter. "Uh, honey...your going to have so stop clenching so we can take it to the front desk and buy it." Melon paused and looked at her mother. For the briefest instant, she felt angry. She wanted to ask why her mother wouldn't just bring her to orgasm, when Melon was so close and her body was so ready to just clench and her body force the dildo out naturally. But to a degree she also understood her mother's point of view. They were here to buy a dildo, not masturbate together in some back room.

It Took a few deep breaths, but Melon managed to calm herself down enough for the dildo to be eased out, though her mother didn't notice the young dragon had curled her light green fingers along the seat of the bench, fighting a throbbing impulse to reach down and drive her fingers into herself, to stroke her clitoris in wild abandon until she was sure she wasn't going to stand for a week. But she didn't, she resisted and eventually pulled her panties and Freddy Mercury pants up over her lower half, watching as her mother swirled the dildo in that bubbling cleaning solution before placing it in a bag and opening the door. "Don't forget to get the other ones so Asaki doesn't have to come back and clean up." Melon gave a nod and reached down. Even having her fingers around the rejects made her pause, how easy it would be to just drop her pants again and drive one of them deep inside her a few times. The worst she'd get would be a scolding...No, she thought,

I'll just take deep breaths...deep breaths.

Letting Melon take point as they moved from the back room to the Cashier counter where Asaki sat. "All done then?" The avian said with a smile, sipping from a soda can. "Yes, We'll take this one." Said Satsuki as she drew the pseudo-dragon phallus from the bag. "I'm surprised." Asaki commented as she began to work the register. "I remember when you were trying out dildos you ended up orgasming back there. I guess your daughter's got more restraint." Melon looked up at her mother with a grumble that originated from her still damp groin-scales. YOU got to orgasm here? She thought as she placed the undesired toys on the counter to the side. "Yeah, but do you remember what happened afterwards? You, the manager and two other people burst into the room expecting to find a screaming girl being murdered."

Both Satsuki and Asaki let out a kind of squinting double over laugh, caught in the moment remembering old times. "I can still remember the manager's embarrassed look when he was staring down at me, watching that flicker slowly slide out from my lips and plop on the floor. I swear I've never seen a sparrow blush until then." Asaki placed the dildo in an inconspicuous brown box and then into a plastic bag.

"Yeah, You wouldn't expect a guy who owns a sex shop to be embarrassed but, who knew? That's just how dad was." The sparrow whom currently owned the store picked up the plastic bag and handed it to Satsuki, whom in turn handed it down to Melon to hold as she gave a five-thousand yen note to Asaki. "Keep the change." She said as a small grin passed her dark green lips.

"Catch ya later Satsuki. And you too Melon"

"Later Asaki."

"Um. Thanks, bye."

As parting words were given and the two exited the shop, a brisk wind from the night air hit Melon. It felt refreshing as it curled under and over her wings, around her chest and the thin pants she wore. The cool breeze also served to remind her just how hot she felt between her thighs. This was definitely not going away on its own, and it only got worse as Melon sat down in the middle row of the van, holding onto the front seats to steady herself and keep her fingers busy.

"Accel Backwards." Her mother said as she started the car and backed out of the parking space, swinging around and heading south back towards home. "So what did you want to ask me before?" Satsuki spoke as she tapped her fingers in time to an old Beatles song on the radio. "Huh? Er..." Of all the questions to ask, Melon grumbled quietly as she tried to place a suitable stand-in question.

Despite having the raised center of the seat grind against her crotch, she'd managed to take that burning desire down to a smoldering reminder. But then that question, that question she meant to ask came back into her mind. Swirling in that little Honeydew Melon Green noggin of hers and curling her toes while her thighs clenched. "I was just gonna ask, what kind of lubricant you recommended?" Melon hoped that question would seem on-topic enough that she could avoid the real issue. As well as avoiding telling her mother how much she wanted to rip that bag open with her fangs and ride her new toy all the way home. "Lubricants? Well if you're in the mood and your wet enough you shouldn't need one. But I'd say something water based, flavored if you want to lick the toy or taste yourself afterwards."

"Uh huh," Melon said, doing her best to remain attentive as she idly rubbed herself through those thin pseudo-leather pants on the bump of the seat. Quelling her urges to a dull crackling fire as she dug her thumb claw against the back of the seats. Watching as the welcome sign to her neighborhood passed the car. Thank god she mouthed silently as they turned the corner pulling up into the driveway. Melon had started to move towards the door when her mother spoke. "Melon?" She said. I swear, if its anything but "goodnight see you tomorrow", I'm gonna-

"When you go in, just tell your dad the cream is in the bag, I'll explain to him what I bought later." Melon paused for a moment, taking a breath before giving her mother a warm hurried smile. "Sure thing Mom." She said as she scooted towards the door again, reaching for the handle. "And Melon...? Goodnight, try not to stay up too late."

Melon was a little annoyed that her mother had realized how aroused her daughter was, but this was no time to argue. She crab-walked out of the car and snatched the bag from the seat. Moving quickly into the house. Seeing her father frying up a burger in the kitchen. In her aroused state she figured she'd accomplish everything on her own accelerated schedule. "Hi Dad, got the cream, gonna head up to my room, night!" She said without even waiting for a response as she jogged towards the stairs.

"Ok do you want a...burger?" He said, poking his head out just in time to see that dark green tail disappear to the second floor. ".... Huh." He said, suddenly feeling a pair of long, thin-clawed hands wrap around his midsection.

"I'll take one honey, rare." Spoke the owner of that soft green touch with an equally soft voice. "Sure thing dear." The wide shouldered blue dragon said with a smile, taking another patty and tossing it in the pan. Upstairs Melon had slipped into her room quickly and shoved the door closed, locking it hastily as she thumbed the button of her pants, not even bothering with her shirt. Those tight black and blue pants slid off as fast as if they'd been ignited by a flamed sneeze. Melon was many things, but at this moment she was entirely focused on finishing what had been started a good twenty minutes prior.

She couldn't help but sit down and reach into her panties. Quelling her desire with a soft tickling penetration of her fore and index fingers. In truth she could've worked herself to orgasm right there and never even touched the toy. But no, this was special. This was the most aroused she'd felt since she entered puberty. She wasn't about to spoil it with just an ordinary orgasm. Rather hurried and clumsily she pulled the box from the paper bag, sliding the dildo out afterwards. Simply holding it made her shudder up and down, admiring it for a moment before lowering it down, holding it even with her needy, young lips. Her imagination began to run wild. She again pictured her father.

She could see him as she closed her eyes, his wings fully extended and imposing, taking her over as he bore down, she could imagine his massive dragon-shaft curved up from his cloaca, dripping with pre. "Its OK dad." She whispered quietly to fulfill her role in the fantasy. "You can take me, I love you so much....I love you inside of me...." With that she penetrated herself. Her maw hung open slightly and pulled back into a kind of dusty heave of pleasure. Clenching hard as it moved all the way back. She pushed more forcefully than her mother had before, pushing her even closer to her climatic edge as she began to rock her body on it. Finding herself unable to control her pace nor her vocalizations of the pleasure she felt every time the bulge near the base of the dildo shoved past her vulva, the tip likewise shoving against her back walls and tickling even those deep regions her fingers or a glow-stick just couldn't reach.

Spasms traveled up and down every inch of her, reaching so far up as to make her abdomen jitter. It was only the memory of her mother and Asaki's joking that helped Melon to stifle her moans. As much as she could gulp down moans, she knew she'd roar out when she finally reached her end, a roar that would probably bring both of them bursting in to see if she was all right.

A quick glance around and she saw her shower. Yeah, the noise of a loud shower, that would disguise her orgasmic utterances. Standing, she drew her panties up from her ankles to hold the dragon phallus inside, she began to move quickly, finding herself stumbling a bit as her legs shook with each step. The motion of walking caused the toy to shift in a way that was almost as pleasurable as grinding down on it. Yet even this became part of her fantasy, picturing her father walking her to the bathroom while his member was deep within her, as if to give her a proper place to leak out all the semen he'd gush into her.

By the time she reached the bathroom she paused on the doorframe for support, reaching into the shower and cranking the hot and cold water on. The exceedingly long moment it took for the water reach a comfortable temperature Melon spent sliding her two-tone shirt and panties off. Tossing them atop the toilet seat as she stepped into the shower. Feeling the water rush along her wings as she leaned against the wall. Sliding the dildo faster now. There was no reason to stop. No reason to hold back any longer as she began to work her little wrist quickly, fucking herself at the speed a big male dragon would. "Oh Dad.... oh dad...DAD!"

She moaned out as her tongue curled, looking like a traditional Chinese dragon in flight as pulses of muscle spasms ran through her body. Tidal waves on a beach, volcano exploding, every natural allegory one can imagine ran through Melon's mind, and their equivalent through her body as she clenched down in orgasm, her legs slipping from beneath her in a drifting slow motion as her taloned toes curled strong enough to snap anything they'd have held. Her entire body felt as if it was imploding and exploding at the same time. Every muscle in succession clenched and released, then in reverse all the way back through her clenched yellow-scaled thighs and abdomen and into her vagina again.

Finally, her rump hit the floor, a good thirty seconds sliding down the shower wall to a sit with her legs spread. Melon tried to lean her head up. The water splashed rapidly along her tongue and chest. Her legs and body. Despite the way it tickled, she was too exhausted, and too happy to care. All she could do was giggle rather tiredly as she looked at the toy on the shower floor between her legs. Even her usual post orgasm philosophizing was put aside for now as she recovered from her climax.

She didn't know how much time had passed when she finally decided to stand up. But the cold water of the shower told her it was probably more than few minutes. With a stiff grunt and a hand on the rail she stood. Picking up the dildo and wandering out of the shower, she grabbed a towel off the rack to dry herself. "Wow." She said quietly, tiredly lazing towards her bed, flopping on it face down as her wings relaxed against their far-too-small recesses. Her eyes closed as she held the dildo in her hand. "Thanks mom..." She said quietly while sleep overcame her. Giving her exhausted body time to recover.