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Sarah Delanye clicked through the gears on her bicycle, making her way through the quiet backstreets of Porte Basta, a town she knew like the back of her hand. While it was far from her ancestral home, the warm, sunny climate of the Viridium Coast in Villona, a province in the northwest of Valasea, was where she'd been born, and her mother as well. Aside from being a dragon, she considered herself very much a native to this place. Her freckled ochre skin and auburn hair glowed like copper in the sun, and Sarah let her bike pick up speed, coasting downhill towards her destination.

She stood on the pedals and pushed her hips back over the rear wheel of her bike to distribute her weight more evenly, and squeezed the brake levers. It was a high-end racing bike, and her prized possession. As she slowed, Sarah vaulted over the bike's frame to balance on one pedal, bringing it to a neat halt right outside her best friend's place.

"Heya gorgeous! C'mere, gimme a hug, I haven't seen you in ages!" Olivia said, spreading her arms wide. Olivia's ivory-pale skin and jet-black hair and horns were a stark contrast to Sarah, but their personalities and demeanours often led people to believe they were sisters.

"Hey Livvy!" Sarah waved to her best friend, bouncing up the steps towards where Olivia leant on the inside of her open door, one hand in the pocket of her loose linen trousers, the other holding her phone.

The two Dragonkin girls embraced briefly, and Sarah snorted. "Ages? Liv, it's been like five days!"

"Yeah I know! Like I said, I haven't seen you in, like, forever. C'mon, I got fresh coffee!"

Olivia turned, and led Sarah up the stairs of the apartment building she lived in with Tommy, her boyfriend. Sarah made no secret of her dislike for the hulking stallion. To her he was the definition of a fuckboy - rough, brutish, with a one-track mind and a very large opinion of himself. But Olivia loved him - or at least the parts of him that mattered to her - and that was the main thing. Sarah just made sure that when Olivia invited her over, Tommy was out of the house.

Olivia went straight into the kitchen and turned on the stove to brew coffee. There was clearly something on Sarah's mind - something good, judging from the way she was bouncing slightly on her feet, as if barely able to contain herself.

"Alright missy, spill the milk! What's happened? You're even more energetic than usual!" Olivia chuckled.

Sarah grinned broadly, and in that moment looked for all the world like some kind of mischievous little forest sprite - messy-haired, a little sweaty and out of breath, and as excited as a child. Olivia's heart melted just a little. The two girls had been best friends since elementary school - being the only two Dragonkin in their age bracket in the whole town drew them naturally together, and it had been fortuitous that their personalities matched near-perfectly as well.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Yup."

"Well... you're right. I... I met someone."

Olivia raised an eyebrow. She leaned forward on the kitchen counter separating them, chin in her hands, and gazed at her friend. "Oh? Come on, you're not gonna leave me hanging on that. I need to know everything. Everything."

"Always the gossip gremlin, huh? Alright. His name's Vynce."

"Good start."

"He's an antelope."

"Interesting. Tall? Handsome? Hung? Where'd you meet?"

"Uhh... everyone's tall compared to me. Met him at the gym. He uh... well, I'm pretty sure he noticed me first, but he was too shy to say anything. Took me a few weeks to get anywhere, with the recovery period from my surgery and stuff, but it finally happened last week!"

Olivia poured the coffee, and the two girls moved from the kitchen into the bedroom - perhaps it was a lingering feature of their shared childhood together; the bedroom just felt safer and more private, even in Olivia's own home.

"How is your recovery going, by the way?" Olivia asked. "You were struggling with it a little after the first week. I had to bring you a slushie to put on it to cool the burn! Is it like... fully healed and stuff now?"

"Oh, yeah, it's totally fine now. I uh... yeah that's the funniest thing, about Vynce. Ya know. Uh... he's... well, he had some work done too, downstairs, at the same time as me. Probably within days. We even had the same surgeon."

"Wh... guys get cosmetic dick surgery done?" Olivia wrinkled her snout slightly.

"Well, yeah. It's really uncommon here apparently, but that was what made me really notice him for the first time in the gym. He got circumcised, Liv."

"Oh! I think I've seen a few like that. Isn't that a religious thing, where they get the skin cut off?"

Sarah laughed. "That wouldn't surprise me at all. Yeah, it's mostly religious I think, and barely ever happens in Villona unless it's really necessary. It's basically the boy version of what I had done. He said his foreskin was super tight, couldn't pull it back at all. So... that made him stand out a bit in the change rooms. He was hard as a rock when he saw me. It just... I dunno Liv, it just looks so much hotter without the skin, I can't really describe it. The way the head's always uncovered, it just looks so... Mmmf."

Sarah squirmed, her cheeks flushing pink as her and Olivia's eyes met.

"Please tell me you've got photos..." Olivia smirked, leaning closer to Sarah.

"Oh you know I do. He sent me a few the other night." Sarah grinned, and unlocked her phone.

Olivia peered eagerly over her shoulder, and Sarah gasped when the first photo to show up on the screen wasn't of Vynce at all, but of herself. A very revealing, very intimate photo of herself.

"Oh my. That ass is fucking hot, babe," Olivia chuckled.

Sarah stammered, and fumbled with her phone, scrolling rapidly back through photos. "I ahh... hmm! Yep. There he is." She held up her phone, showing Olivia a full-body nude that Vynce had sent her a couple of nights prior. "Scroll left, his dick's in there too."

Olivia took the phone, and leaned her chin on Sarah's shoulder. She was perched behind Sarah on the bed, her arms loosely draped around her friend's waist. Her thumb swiped left.

"Oh..."

Vynce's drum-tight, rock hard, circumcised penis filled the screen. Olivia stared for a long moment, and lifted the phone closer to her face.

"Oh wow. Yeah, I can see how that thing would stand out in a gym change room," she chuckled. "Have you uh... how much have you done with him? That's a nice dick."

"Nothing, yet, aside from sharing nudes. Well... almost nothing," Sarah smirked.

_"Almost nothing _is absolutely not nothing, Sarah. C'mon, spill! I wanna hear about it."

"Dammit, I'll get horny just thinkin' about it," Sarah muttered.

"Way ahead of you, babe."

Sarah turned her head and raised an eyebrow at her friend, and squeaked in shock when Olivia flicked her tongue across Sarah's lips. "Hey!"

"You gonna tell me? Or not?"

"Well... we uh... kinda were both really turned on at the gym the other day. _Really _turned on. In the pool. We were just chatting about... stuff, and he came in his speedo right next to me."

"No fucking way. What did you say to him?"

"Nothing! Well... almost nothing. We were just talking about like, before and after stuff. Around the surgery, ya know? He wanted to know if it was as different for me as it is for him. All I said was how much more um... easily I get turned on by touch stuff now. Like, fabric and friction and stuff."

"And he just jerked it off right there?"

"He wasn't even doing that, Liv, he just came in his speedo."

"Fuck, that's actually really hot. What did you do?"

"I did, too. I couldn't stop myself. It was just so hot I had to cum."

"Shit, I'm starting to feel that kinda way myself right now..."

"Are you... should I... do you need privacy?" Sarah asked. Before she could reclaim her phone from Olivia, to her momentary shock, Olivia scrolled to the right several times, bringing up Sarah's nudes onto the screen. "Livvy! Gimme that!"

"Nuh uh," Olivia giggled, extricating herself and spinning around, taking Sarah's phone with her. She scrolled right again, and again. Sarah had been busy. "Oh damn, you sent him some good shit, babe. You could earn money from these..."

"Livvy!"

"Gosh, you're so hot, Sarah! I hope he's told you that. Hmm. Nice tease though, always keeping your pussy covered."

Sarah puffed out her cheeks in frustration, her ears and cheeks burning. She couldn't deny she was enjoying Olivia's interest, though. She was throbbing, and she could feel herself leaking into her bike shorts.

"Speaking of pussy," Olivia said, suddenly.

Sarah looked up, to see her friend staring right at her, a broad grin splitting her pretty features.

"You did say that you'd show me once you'd healed."

"I did say that, didn't I?" Sarah said, quietly, the shadow of a smile passing her lips.

"I mean... you don't have to, but..." Olivia stood, and walked around her bed to stand in front of Sarah. Both girls were obviously turned on, and as the space between them closed, so the heat rose. "I can pretty much see it all anyway, through those shorts."

Sarah looked down. "Shit. I didn't realise it was _that _obvious..." she lied.

Sarah's shorts were soaked. Her omni-present cameltoe was even more pronounced than it usually was, the wet Lycra clinging to every feature of her modified pussy like a second skin.

"Don't be. Is that your clit? Does it always poke out like that now?" Olivia said, resting her hands on Sarah's shoulders and gazing down.

"Only when I'm turned on. It gets quite a bit bigger when I'm horny, like... erect."

"I mean, your clit's always been a lot bigger'n mine, but that's... really obvious now. I like it. C'mon, I wanna see it properly!" Olivia urged. She dropped Sarah's phone back onto the bed, and Sarah noticed her friend had scrolled back across to Vynce's dick.

Sarah moistened her lips with her tongue, and pulled away from Olivia to lay down on her friend's bed. She pushed her hips upward with her tail, and tore open the Velcro strap that held her shorts up over that muscular appendage.

"Fuck yeah," Olivia grinned. The dark-haired dragoness launched herself onto the bed alongside her best friend, and, to Sarah's surprise, quite eagerly unbuttoned her trousers.

"What, are you going to masturbate over me?" Sarah teased.

"Why not? It's been fucking ages since we did it together."

"You have a boyfriend now! And I might too, before long."

"Tommy? Pff, whatever. Do you really think he'd be anything other than turned on to know about this? And Vynce isn't your boyfriend _yet, _is he?"

"Fair point," Sarah conceded, rolling her eyes. It occurred to her that she was probably lying on the same pillow that douchebag stallion lay on, but it was a fleeting concern. Slowly, she rolled her bike shorts down her toned ochre thighs, and lifted her legs to kick them off.

"Commando. Interesting," Olivia noted, watching intently and propping herself up on one elbow to watch.

"Honestly, I barely ever wear underwear, still," Sarah said, shrugging.

"Nothing's changed there, then? Do you even own any?"

"One or two pairs! You know, for when I want to wear a skirt."

"Which is like, never. You're such a tomboy," Olivia chuckled, rolling her eyes. "Maybe that's why I can fantasise about you and still call myself straight..."

Sarah snorted. "You? _Straight?! _Livvy, you are seriously on the bleeding edge of being completely raging gay!" Bottomless by that point, she lay on her best friend's bed, and felt a slight shiver run up her spine as the air cooled the wetness that coated her crotch. Olivia bit her lip, and shuffled downwards along the bed towards Sarah's waist. She had no comeback - none was needed, they both knew Olivia was about as straight as a mountain road.

"Gonna give me the tour? Or do I need to dive in myself?" Olivia asked, eventually. Her voice was husky, and Sarah instinctively reached to run her fingers through her friend's hair.

"What's to say? You've seen it before."

"And tasted it," Olivia interrupted, headbutting Sarah's hand playfully.

"And tasted it. There's just... slightly less of it now. No more ham-flaps."

Olivia burst out laughing at that. _"Ham flaps?! _That's amazing, I'm gonna remember that. I... oh wow. Oh, fuck me, you weren't kidding."

As Olivia's eyes finally fell directly onto Sarah's pussy, she lapsed into silence. Sarah could feel a thick drop of nectar ooze out with almost no resistance, rolling out of her vagina and down, moistening her backdoor. Olivia's hands came to rest on Sarah's thigh, and Sarah slid a hand of her own down onto her flat, shaven pubic mound, pressing inward on either side of her erect, protruding clitoris. Her lips were swollen and dark with arousal, and the scar around the shaft of her clitoris was quite visible up close, from Olivia's point of view. It made her clit look like a small, circumcised penis, its glans fully exposed and dry atop a tight-skinned, two-toned shaft almost the length of Olivia's pinky finger.

"Did your clit get even bigger since the surgery?" Olivia asked. "I swear I know trans guys who'd kill to be as big as you."

"Maybe a little? I don't think so - it's just... before the surgery it was held down, and hidden inside all those folds. That's what I mean, now it's always exposed, so I get turned on so easy from almost anything." Even as she spoke, Sarah dipped her hand down lower, scooping up several fingers of her oozing wetness and moistening her clit with it. With two fingers and her thumb she stroked it, and gave a soft gasp of arousal.

Olivia couldn't believe what she was seeing. She hadn't quite known what to expect - perhaps a moderate reduction of her friend's inner labia. That was typically what was implied by the kind of surgery Sarah had undergone. But Sarah had gone so much further. Her inner labia were completely excised, as was her clitoral hood - there was not a single fold, not a crease of any kind, between her puffy outer lips. Just taut, glistening flesh, and the faint, arousal-swollen scars of where her inner lips had attached. It was mesmerising, far more so than Olivia had been prepared for. Almost without thinking, her hand snaked its way into her unbuttoned trousers, into her underwear, to touch herself. Olivia found herself wet to the point of overflowing, and stifled a moan upon pressing two fingers inside herself, parting her inner lips - which were much smaller than Sarah's had been - and grinding into her palm. Sarah was watching, and her fingers moved up and down her swollen, rigid clit shaft, 'jerking off' right in front of her best friend.

"Thoughts?" Sarah said, after a few moments, her voice dry and breathless.

"Uhh? Hnnh... I... fuck, I'm sorry... I was... I'm... can I touch it?" Olivia stammered, jolting back to reality.

"Course you can. Only if I can touch you as well, though..."

The look on Olivia's face told her everything Sarah needed to know. Her friend was _way _into this. There was no romance between them, not even a shred of anything beyond the friendship they'd shared for years already. What there was, though, was an irrepressible heat, a physical bond that had grown over almost as many years as they'd known each other. From their first explorations of sensation and sexuality, to here and now - nothing to it. Just two dragon girls, best of friends, on a mission to make each other cum.

Their lips met in a heated exchange of breath, interrupted only momentarily to discard what remained of their clothing. And then they were naked, writhing and grinding smooth, velvety skin against smooth, velvety skin. Their long, sinuous tails entwined along the bed amidst a tangle of legs and hands, Olivia's raven-dark hair mingling with Sarah's auburn curls, spilling across the pillow below them. Sarah pushed her hips eagerly up into Olivia's questing hand, sliding her engorged clitoris along her palm. Liv's fingers knew exactly what they were doing. Or at least, they used to. There were no more folds to part to gain access to Sarah's most sensitive, feminine parts. No more hood to hold back. It was all just... there. Like a banquet, laid out for the taking. And take it Olivia did. Her two middle fingers curled into Sarah's tunnel, a wet squish and a breathy moan into the passionate kiss they shared marking their entrance. Sarah reached for Olivia, finding the familiar form of her pussy with muscle memory they'd spent years as friends casually perfecting. Olivia kept her lips smooth, but her pubic mound sported a manicured patch of silky fur, with which Sarah allowed her fingers to play for a moment before proceeding. Like all dragons, Liv's clit was pronounced, but was nowhere near the bulk of Sarah's. Sarah's middle and index fingers split around Olivia's hooded button, sliding onward between her friend's inner and outer lips - one of Olivia's favourite teases. Olivia moaned into their heated, breathy kiss, lifting her thigh further and pushing her crotch into Sarah's touch. Sarah loved it when she did that. Her fingers curled, cupping Olivia's mound in her palm and teasing her fingertips between her soft, slick inner lips.

Olivia broke the kiss, and Sarah tilted her head back, horns digging hard into the pillow beneath her as her friend's lips, those tender, soft, filthy lips, traversed the undulating, glistening copper skin of her neck, her collarbone, and down onto her left peak. The soft swell of her breast heaved with every heated breath she took, and Sarah cried out loud in pleasure when Olivia's teeth clacked against the silver bar in her nipple. Olivia's fingers delved deeper, their bodies moving in time - from there on, Sarah could no longer reach her friend, but she had her scent on her fingers, and brought those fingers to bear. The familiar tang of dragoness was unique - a rich, subtle spice that set neurons ablaze in Sarah's brain that no other race on the surface of Asantrea could ever hope to. And with the owner of those pheromones sucking her nipple, grinding her slick pussy on her thigh and finger-fucking her as though nothing else mattered... those fireworks were never going to have a long fuse.

Sarah arched her back sharply and held a breath, eyes squeezed shut and her free hand grasping roughly at one of Olivia's horns. Livvy knew she was close. No words were needed. No guidance. It just happened. Through her fingers, Olivia felt Sarah begin to flutter, and felt her erect, swollen clitoris pulse against the heel of her palm. She kept going, maintained that pace, just for a moment longer...

Sarah's mind went blank.

Her breath left her in a violent explosion, her legs thrashed, and her whole body convulsed, racked by an orgasm made all the more intense by the simple fact that Olivia knew precisely what to do to ride it out, make it last. Olivia's fingers never stopped. They pulled sharply out of Sarah at the moment of orgasm, and Sarah growled in frustration, shoving her hips roughly upward into Olivia's hand. Olivia captured Sarah's clit between her fingers, squeezing its tight, stiff shaft. Sarah convulsed, orgasmic tremors shaking her body. Olivia knew full well that Sarah's orgasms were more intense when the attention was focused on her clit - Liv was just the same. As Sarah's orgasm progressed, Olivia loosened her grip and cupped Sarah's pussy, letting the auburn-haired dragon girl grind and hump out her orgasm into her hand, her erect, throbbing clitoris sliding wetly through her palm.

Sarah wasn't quite sure how long they stayed there, sweaty and breathless, entwined in an intimate embrace. She vaguely registered feeling cool air on her crotch when Olivia lifted her hand away, only for long enough to lick Sarah's nectar from her fingers. Her heart seemed to take forever to slow. As her consciousness slowly reassembled itself in the aftermath of one of the best orgasms she could remember having, she turned her head, and stroked Olivia's hair. Liv was wide awake, just gazing at Sarah with her indigo eyes.

"Did I hit the spot?" Liv asked, smirking.

"Do I even need to qualify that with an answer?"

"Not really. You're so sexy when you cum."

"Did you...?"

"Me? Oh yeah, I came on your leg almost the same time you went over the edge."

Sarah's mouth opened and closed a couple of times. Her thigh was, indeed, slick and wet, and she could feel it drying around the edges, a crust that cracked slightly when she flexed her quadricep. "You... I barely even noticed you grinding on me!"

"I hardly needed to. You were doing all the moving!"

Sarah grinned suddenly, and gazed into Olivia's eyes. "Just friends, huh?"

"As always. What's a little game of fingerblaster between friends, after all?"

*

Hey Vynce, _Sarah texted. _I really don't want to do this, but I might need to delay our date this weekend.

Vynce frowned. It seemed that he always got half-hard on receiving a text from Sarah, but this time it shrank away immediately.

What's wrong? Are you alright?

Oh no, nothing's wrong, don't panic. _There was a short pause from Sarah, and then, _I'm just... it's that time of month, you know? I don't want to be cranky and irritable.

Oh! That's not a problem at all, _Vynce texted, _Do you perhaps want to come around here instead of going out?

Sarah paused again. Of course she wanted to. But this was important to her. In the days that followed their explosive encounter in the gym's public locker room and pool, Sarah and Vynce remained in near-constant contact. They'd loosely arranged their first proper date to occur a few days later, but in the interim, Sarah began to feel familiar abdominal cramps, and knew what was coming. She'd been given a short course of period-blockers by Willeon Byrne following her surgery, just enough to skip a single month's cycle and avoid any complications that might've arisen from it occurring as normal. So when it did happen, it was heavy.

_Vynce, honey, trust me when I say I am not at my best right now. This is the period from hell. I haven't had one since before surgery, so it's way worse than usual. Let's leave it until it passes, ok? _

Vynce grimaced in sympathy. He was strangely intrigued and flattered that Sarah was comfortable enough to be so frank about it with him, especially so early in their burgeoning friendship.

Alright, you let me know when you're up to it.

You know it, horns. Gods, the worst part of this is that even though I feel like shit, I'm horny as hell. Always am.

Vynce's penis surged to erection like an evacuation slide deploying out of an airliner.

Really? Can you do anything about it, at least?

Of course I can. I'm not going to show you, though. You don't wanna see that.

_You're not going to scare me off with that, Sarah! _

_Still. No. It's gross. But yes, I can masturbate. _

Are you...?

Sarah rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. Vynce was so unbelievably thirsty for her, and she couldn't find it in herself to be anything other than pleased about that.

I will if you do...

*

Over the course of the following week, Vynce and Sarah worked out together at the gym several times. The dynamic between them was somewhat liminal in that week - they had already experienced such a level of intimacy that reverting to a purely platonic friendship was nigh impossible. But in person, for that week at least, both of them made an effort to hold back from anything too heated. The friendship between them blossomed, and a key characteristic of it that stood out in Vynce's mind was the openness they shared. The incredible tension of their first encounter had been replaced by a far softer, more patient kind of attraction. Nevertheless, following those encounters both of them would rush home and sext like teenagers for the rest of the afternoon, especially once Sarah's cycle had run its course.

Vynce and Sarah deliberately held back from texting each other on the day they'd agreed to meet up on outside of their usual workouts. There was almost a sort of unspoken arrangement between them that this was different, more important somehow. It was a stunning late-summer day. The air was warm but not stifling, and as Asantrea's binary suns passed their respective zeniths and began to sink towards the glittering vastness of the Mare Viridium, both Vynce and Sarah were ready for their date long before they'd agreed to meet.

Vynce's phone buzzed on the coffee table, and he surged forward from his position on the couch to pick it up.

_Hey. So. I'm like, completely ready for this. How're you going? _

Vynce grinned, picturing Sarah in much the same position as he was in, bouncing around her house and watching the clock.

_Me too. Been ready for an hour already. _

Should we just go now? I really can't wait any longer!

Vynce's heart hammered. Why was he this excited to hang out with a girl he'd already known for several weeks? Even before he finished typing his reply, the antelope was on his hooves, keys in hand, wallet in his pocket, and heading for the door of his apartment.

I'm on my way. Meet me by the pier in fifteen mins?

Done. I'm already halfway there.

The immediacy of Sarah's reply made the antelope tremble with excitement - was she really that into him? As much as he was into her? The past week had been difficult from a sexual perspective, for sure, but on some level their agreed abstinence - such as it had been - had served to cement the foundations of a friendship from which Vynce could see the potential of a true relationship to form. He could only hope that Sarah felt the same as he did. She was all he thought about. But it was different from any other dating experience he'd ever had. There was no anxiety. No standing on ceremony to conform to some arbitrary progression of dates. It was just like he was heading out to meet up with a new best friend, but one with whom he had an attraction that went far beyond anything he'd experienced before.

Two minutes later, Vynce busted back in through the door of his apartment, to retrieve the box of chocolates he'd bought for her.

*

Sarah gazed out over the shimmering ocean with its myriad of small boats, countless sea birds and crowds of people crammed along its glittering beach. The Viridium Coast was a popular holiday spot for folks from all around the world, and even as far south as Porte Basta, far from the largest resorts and most popular beaches, it was always a melting pot of cultures and languages. Yet somehow it had still maintained its small-town charm, such that even on a busy evening such as this, it felt relaxed and laid back. Sarah's stomach was a nest of butterflies. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to just watch the waves rolling in over the white sand while she waited for Vynce to arrive.

Vynce caught sight of Sarah before she saw him. Dressed in a simple pair of close-fitting jeans and a plain grey t-shirt, he was walking along the promenade towards the pier where they'd agreed to meet - and there she was. The only person standing still. She was leaning on the salt-corroded railing at the edge of the promenade, gazing out over the ocean. The antelope's hoofsteps faltered momentarily, and he licked his lips to moisten them. She was impossibly beautiful, and as he approached, she finally noticed him, and turned to face him with a broad smile on her face.

Her hair, which he'd usually only seen tied back, slick with water or plastered to her scalp with sweat was in its full glory. A mass of auburn curls that framed her delicately freckled features like an ornate frame around a classical painting. Gold-rimmed sunglasses perched on her muzzle disguised her eyes, but he could see that she'd made no attempt to hide her freckles. He was glad for that. They completed her, an intractable feature that Vynce was powerfully drawn to. Time seemed to stand still in those moments for Vynce, while he drank in the vision of beauty before him, bathed in the afternoon light.

Her high-waisted, acid-wash jeans fit her form like a second skin beneath a loose, flowing white blouse, and as he drew closer his eyes lingered on the subtle curve of her quads, the narrow strength of her knees, and the elegant bulge of her calves. The way the sunlight diffused through the cotton of her blouse, giving just the faintest hint of the body it concealed. But it was the perfect, taut peach of her ass that really grabbed his attention. And, although he tried not to stare, the shameless presence of her cameltoe. The fly of her jeans rested tight against her flat pubic mound, and stopped an inch or so above her crotch, allowing the subtle sunlight-highlighted wrinkles and seam below it to accentuate the plump lips hidden within. It was shamelessly present, but neither vulgar nor overwhelming.

Vynce couldn't help bulging in his own jeans. He wanted nothing more than to bury his face into the crotch of her jeans, to breathe her in through the denim...

"Hey. _Hey. _Vynce? VYNCE!"

She was laughing, waving her hand in front of his face, and Vynce felt his ears burning. He was so lost in his thoughts of her that his brain had completely shortcircuited. His mouth was dry, and he stammered a greeting.

What does one even say to a goddess?

"I... Shit, I'm sorry, I don't know what happened there!" he said, eventually.

"It's alright! Are you with me now?" Sarah laughed.

She stepped forward as she spoke, and hugged around the antelope's waist. He suppressed a shiver, and enclosed her softly in his arms in return. Her hair smelt like shampoo and the delicate aroma of a rose perfume, and he closed his eyes, savouring the feeling of her body against his. It occurred to him in that moment that this was the first proper hug they'd shared.

"Mm. It's really nice to see you. You know, outside of the gym. And not on a screen," Vynce said, once Sarah pulled back from the hug.

He held out the box of chocolates. Her eyes dipped, and then rose back up to meet his own.

"Aww, that's so sweet, you shouldn't have," she chuckled. "It's nice to see you too, in a different setting. I'll admit I was worried this would be a little awkward or difficult, given all the horny texts and jerking off together and stuff."

"You were?"

"Yeah, weren't you?"

"I guess I was, a little." Vynce admitted. "To be honest I really didn't have any preconceptions about today. I just want to spend time with you."

"Feeling's mutual, horns!" Sarah quipped. "I'm glad about that. I really can't be bothered with the whole 'formal' dating thing, you know? Let's just take it as it happens."

Vynce could feel the nervousness and anticipation he'd had fall away. He smiled warmly at Sarah, and slipped an arm around her waist. He felt his heart swell when she leaned into him.

"Yeah, I'm completely down with that. It's weird, you know, we've been talking about this date for a couple weeks and honestly up until right this moment I was really nervous about it. I have no clue why. As soon as I'm with you it's like..."

"...Like we've known each other forever?"

Vynce stared down at her. Was she telepathic?

"Exactly that, yes. How did you...?"

"Oh come on, isn't it obvious?" Sarah chuckled. "I feel like that too. You're such an easy guy to be around, I don't feel like I have to think about anything I say to you. It just happens. And I mean it when I say you didn't need to buy me chocolates."

Even as they walked slowly along the promenade, though, Sarah opened the box, and popped one into her mouth.

"But you're glad I did anyway, right?" Vynce grinned.

"Of course I am."

"It's rude to talk with your mouth full!"

"I bet you wouldn't say that if it was _you _in my mouth..."

*

For Sarah, the afternoon spent with Vynce was a dream come true. The casual openness they shared was like nothing she'd ever experienced before, except perhaps for her friendship with Olivia. But with Vynce it was an entirely different feeling. Both of them knew, on some level, that their friendship was going to progress a lot further. As afternoon faded into evening, and evening into night, Sarah and Vynce remained down at the promenade, laughing and talking like two friends who'd known each other for their whole lives. Dinner was a simple affair, takeaway eaten out of its paper wrappings on a bench overlooking the ocean, while the twin suns sank one after the other into the sea.

Sarah belched, and set aside her empty food container. When she looked back up, Vynce was just staring at her, a little smirk on his face.

"What?" she said.

"Nothing much. Just admiring the view," he replied.

"Vynce, I literally just stuffed my face with food and burped, and you're still coming at me with lines like that?"

"Would you rather I was disgusted and ran away?"

Sarah looked up at him, and their eyes met. His hair was a little messy from the salt-laden sea breeze, and she instinctively reached up to brush it away from his face.

"No," she murmured.

Their lips were inches apart. Sarah's heart raced, and her toes curled inside her shoes. Vynce's ear flicked instinctively against her wrist. Slowly, he raised his hand, softly tangling his fingers through the dense curls at the nape of Sarah's neck. He could feel her breath against his lips, and his nostrils flared. The entire world disappeared from around them. There was no one else in it, aside from Sarah and Vynce, on a bench at the seafront in the gathering twilight. The tension between them was palpable.

And then Vynce broke it. He leaned in just an inch further and tilted his muzzle very slightly to one side. Sarah hesitated, but only for a split second. His lips were fuzzy, and quite different to her own. He tasted like dinner, but that didn't matter - so did she. The first moments of their first kiss were awkward, a little hesitant perhaps, but within moments both were completely lost in the moment. Vynce's hand moved to Sarah's cheek, and she arched her back to sit a little taller, bringing herself up to his height and looping an arm around his neck. She inhaled deeply, a tingle of arousal shimmering up her spine. Her thigh pressed tightly against his, and Vynce's other hand came to rest upon it, caressing her leg gently through her skin-tight jeans. Her clitoris throbbed, stiffening inside her skin-tight jeans, and she subtly rolled her hips to stimulate herself on the crotch seam. She returned Vynce's gesture, resting her slender hand on his thigh and squeezing softly. His tongue brushed delicately along her lower lip, and Sarah shivered, exhaling over his lips. The next time he did that, her tongue met his, a delicate caress that sent thrills up Vynce's spine.

Someone walking past on the promenade cheered, and Sarah giggled into their first kiss as the moment dissolved. They remained close, muzzles fractions of an inch apart, and Sarah's gaze dipped.

"Oh gosh. Are you hard?" she murmured, excitedly. Her hand shifted upwards a little, to within an inch of where a distinct ridge had formed in Vynce's jeans.

Vynce swallowed heavily and shifted slightly on the bench. She could feel the fabric distend beneath her fingers as he flexed his cock. "Mmhm. How could I not be?"

"I can see the head..." She giggled, and then paused momentarily. "So am I."

"You're... hard?"

"Yeah. I mean. Turned on. You know. Clit boner."

Vynce gave her a quizzical smile, and raised an eyebrow. "You are, without a doubt, the most interesting person I have ever known."

"I'll take that as a compliment!" Sarah grinned. Abruptly, she pulled away from him, and stood. "So... when do you want to meet up again?"

Vynce's eye automatically fell to her groin. In the gathering darkness he was sure he could see a darkened, wet patch of denim in her crotch.

"...Tonight? My place?" he ventured, half-jokingly.

"Nice try, horns. Trust me, I'm very tempted. Maybe not tonight though. There's only so much excitement I can take in a single day, and... you know, I kind of enjoy teasing you!"

"You are doing an extraordinary job of that. Well, tomorrow then? Are you free tomorrow?"

"I am now."

"Same time, same place?"

"Perfect. Wear your beach gear!"

*

Vynce woke up early the following morning, and rolled out of bed with slightly more eagerness than he usually would have. Going for a jog along the beach with Sarah later that day seemed a perfect way to spend an afternoon, and the possibility that such a meeting might progress to spending time alone with Sarah in a private place caused adrenaline to flutter through the antelope's veins. He ate a light breakfast and spent his morning running errands, and then dressed as Sarah had suggested, in his mid-blue Speedo trunks and a loose-fitting Lycra t-shirt. He smirked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. There was absolutely no doubting his circumcision status, dressed as he was. His shorts, from which he had removed the inner pouch lining, clung to his penis like a second skin. He took a photo, and then another wearing a looser pair of jogging shorts, instead.

Hey Sarah! Which shorts should I wear?

Vynce attached the two photos, and sent them.

The reply was almost instant, and involved a lot of eggplant emojis.

With a broad grin, Vynce left the house in his Speedo, and made his way towards the beach once again.

*

Sarah couldn't help but notice the number of heads that turned to follow her progress as she made her way through the town to the beach. She'd deliberately dressed quite revealingly, in a dangerously short crop-top and her favourite bikini bottom. Even for a sun-drenched seaside town, that was a risqué outfit to wear publicly, out on the streets. So Sarah had pulled on a pair of loose shorts over them, and carried her towel over her shoulder.

Vynce was already there when she arrived, and Sarah took a long moment just to watch him. He was looking out over the glittering water, and his face split into a broad grin when he saw her approach. He opened his arms, and Sarah leapt forward into his embrace, hugging tightly around his waist.

"Hey!" Vynce said, squeezing the much smaller dragoness to his chest tightly. Sarah clung to him. "You alright?"

"Mmhm," She murmured. "You smell good."

Vynce sighed, and stroked her back softly. He could feel himself getting hard in his Speedo. Just from a hug? He desperately tried to distract himself, but when Sarah pulled away, it was the first place she looked.

"Hah! You're so easy," she teased.

Vynce grumbled, and adjusted himself to point left. "Not my fault you're so hot, Sarah."

"True, I guess! So are we going to end up in the water again? Or...?"

"Fucking hell, Sarah! I... really probably should have worn something different!"

Sarah didn't reply immediately, and instead bent forward at the hips, to slide her shorts down her thighs and step out of them. Vynce's eyes widened.

"People would've stared at me all the way down here if I didn't at least put pants on over these," Sarah grinned. "So no, you're not underdressed."

Vynce's mouth opened and closed a few times, and his erection throbbed in his Speedo. Sarah gazed at it, biting her lip and swaying side to side gently on the soft sand. They were standing near the top of the beach, beside the concrete wall of the Promenade. It was the most private part of the whole beach, but Vynce knew he'd have to get his erection under control before they made any moves. It didn't show any signs of going down, though, and the sight of Sarah's nipples creating little peaks in her crop top - the left more obvious than the right, thanks to its piercing - and the stunning crease of her puffy labia perfectly visible through her bikini bottom were not helping.

"Alright, alright. Eyes up, Horns. Stop staring at my junk like it's your favourite porn star and it might go down eventually! Hey look, isn't that boat out there pretty? I've always wanted to go sailing."

Sarah's attempts to distract Vynce eventually bore fruit, and the antelope, after several minutes, managed to lose his erection to enough of an extent that they could walk down the beach without being arrested - but not before he'd left a little streak of precum darkening the fabric.

No matter what, both of them were still showing quite a lot, and the stares they got from people passing by didn't go unnoticed. They were walking side by side in the shallow water, Sarah's feet and Vynce's hooves raising little clouds of sand in the crystal clear water. Sarah squeaked in surprise as their presence disturbed a school of tiny silver fish, which scattered in front of them. Vynce reached down, and his fingers brushed along Sarah's wrist. Their fingers laced together almost automatically, and Sarah felt the antelope squeeze her hand. A flush of warmth bloomed in Sarah's chest, and she felt her heart rate increase slightly. Her eye was drawn over and over to the front of Vynce's speedo, and she could feel him taking every opportunity to look at her, too. His glans was clearly visible through the clinging fabric, its slinky weave glistening in the bright morning sunshine.

Sarah, likewise, was taking note of the looks they were getting. A muscular Equid who reminded her of Olivia's meathead boyfriend seemed to have his head on a swivel as he jogged past the other way, although whether his gaze was fixed on Sarah's cameltoe or Vynce's obviously-circumcised manhood was anyone's guess. Beside her, Vynce adjusted himself, and Sarah squeezed his hand.

"That didn't make it any less obvious, in case you were wondering," she chuckled.

"Fuck. Maybe if we jog it'll be less obvious?"

"Do you really care that much?"

"Not really," he grinned.

"Me neither."

Sarah pulled her hand away from Vynce's anyway, and began to pick up her pace until she was jogging at a comfortable rhythm along the hard, compacted sand just above the tide line. She glanced back over her shoulder to where Vynce had, after a few moments delay, done the same, and was now slowly catching up to her. Quite slowly. With his eyes fixed on her thick, muscular tail and tight buttocks.

"Enjoying the view?" she asked, once he drew alongside her.

Vynce grinned, and flattened his ears apologetically.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to bite your head off for enjoying the way I look."

"I'm starting to work that out! Your tail is really unique, I've never met anyone face to face with anything like it," Vynce bluffed.

"My tail, sure. I guess that feeling's mutual - I've never met a circumcised guy before."

Vynce staggered, and tripped over his own hooves to land face-first in the sand.

Sarah rolled her eyes, and walked back to squat alongside him. Thighs apart. Her flat, perfect pubic mound and the puffy, thick labia she was just barely concealing within her tiny bikini bottom were right in Vynce's face, and he stared. His heart rate was elevated from more than just the physical exertion of jogging along the beach.

"You alright?" she asked, ruffling his hair playfully.

"Yeah, fine, I just... that caught me off guard," he grunted. He clambered back to his hooves, and grumbled at the sand that was ingrained into his pelt.

There was also a patch of sand stuck to his speedo, which highlighted the size and shape of his penis even more obviously than the sunlight alone did. Sarah giggled.

"Come on!"

She grabbed his hand, and the pair of them continued to jog along the beach, until they'd almost reached the gym, and turned around to return. Every second person they passed on the beach stared openly. Some of the looks were disapproving, but most were lustful or curious stares. Sweaty and out of breath by they returned to the spot they'd met, Vynce stopped, and stretched his leg muscles to cool down.

"You know, I've been quite enjoying the looks we get together," Sarah mused. "It... kinda turns me on to know people can see so much of me when they look. I've noticed it a lot more since I had the surgery..."

Vynce snorted, and looked Sarah over slowly. Her chest rose and fell with her elevated breaths, which drew all the more attention to her nipples. Sweat glistened on her velvety skin, and a rivulet of it ran down her abdomen to the waistband of her bikini bottom, which left virtually nothing to Vynce's already very fertile imagination. He stared directly at her cameltoe for a long moment, and felt himself hardening again, his Speedo pulling taut over his glans and highlighting the shape of his rim. He adjusted it to point upward, and Sarah giggled.

"Yeah, like that," Sarah grinned. "I used to get cameltoe even before I got the labiaplasty, but now it's like... even more obvious."

"Mm. I mean, I'm glad it turns you on to show off a little. It's kinda new for me, but it does give me a bit of a thrill when I catch people staring, and I know they can see that I'm cut," Vynce murmured.

His penis thickened and grew as he spoke, until it was a sharp tent in his speedo. The thin fabric held it close to his body, stretched so thin that his urethra was like a little mini-cameltoe, his cock pointing straight up and distending the pouch well above his waistband. His heart rate remained elevated, although now it was from arousal more than exertion. There was a distinct tension between them, and even as they conversed in low voices, more than one person walking by stared openly. Boldly, Vynce made eye contact with one of them, who instead of averting their gaze, flashed the antelope a grin and a thumbs-up.

Sarah's voice, when next she spoke, was husky and quiet. "So you're turned on by the sight of me, and I'm turned on by you looking at me... I'm turned on by watching you get hard, and you get hard because you know I'm looking? And both of us get a thrill out of knowing we're showing off, and that people are staring because we're both... circumcised?"

Vynce throbbed. "Mm, that about covers it, I think..."

"Oh there's no 'covering' that up, Vynce," Sarah joked, stepping in close and playfully resting a hand on his erection.

In the heat of the moment, Vynce could think of nothing but Sarah. How she would feel against him, their naked bodies entwined in convulsive ecstasy, his drum-tight penis plumbing the depths of her modified pussy... With a heated little huff from Vynce, their lips met. His hands slid around to her buttocks, and he pulled her hips firmly in against his own. His Lycra-clad penis ground into her belly, and she squirmed, capturing his thigh between her legs and pressing the front of her bikini bottom onto his quad. He flexed, and felt precum well up and spill into his speedo, while their lips mashed and their tongues danced between them.

"Ohh, fuck..." Sarah murmured, almost silently, her arms looped around his neck and her hips grinding gently onto him. "I am... so... so horny."

"Me too," Vynce replied huskily, kneading her flexing buttocks tenderly and gazing into her pretty face. "I just want to touch and taste every inch of you..."

"Nnh, I can feel it throbbing," she giggled.

"Come back to my place?"

***