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As the sun simmered down on her scales, she sighed. Another normal day, with not much happening. The usual mundane crap. She lowered her sunglasses a bit as she was sunbathing on the beach, seeing the movement of her close friend coming back with ice cream in hand. The purple and white Renamon held them up with a smile, shaking her hips a little and tail swishing with glee. She was wearing the same matching swimwear as Quil, a general black bra and fur-tight panties.

She sat up, giving a likewise warm smile and taking the sweet treat out of her right hand and digging in.

"Glad you could come by today. I'd be sooo bored otherwise." Quil spoke, with Sumire's giggle as a response as the rena moved around her to dig through the derg's belongings. There, she fastened out a pitch black bottle.

"Well who else was going to lotion you? And besides, when you mentioned that it was Ivy's experimental version I couldn't just let you be on your own." Quil smirked, recalling the way the snake pleaded for her to try it out. Ivy had always been a bit vain, seeking new areas of beauty from time to time. She herself wasn't satisfied even though the snake had three rows of a chest and her own members, albeit small like the dragon's. The thought made her move hand over her bra, squishing softly and meeting little resistance with the lack of endowments. God she wished everything about her was bigger. And Ivy's trials had always ended in smoke alarms more than real horny fantasy they both wished was the norm.

As her thoughts were getting ahead of her did her hand finish moving down to rub her pants, a light throbbing bulge within detailing the small chub of a member she had, with ping pong balls for a sack tightened up with it.

"You know you're in public right?" Sumire teased, noticing the dragon's movements the whole time as the Renamon finished her treat. Quil just sighed and said,

"Well, this lotion isn't going to rub itself y'know. Here let me roll over."

She moved to the side, fanning out her wings that were flattened against the chair, the grey to dark blue gradient on her wings membrane similarly shimmering like her scales. Now on her front pressed up to the chair does she shake her compact butt, with her huge long tail moving itself to the side.

Sumire took the open invitation and immediately removed the cap from the bottle, then spread the contents between her hands. Teasingly, she moved her white paws over Quil's butt first, seeping the opaque fluid over them before slowly going down her legs. Quil shivered a bit to the relatively cool liquid, already a bit worked up by her thoughts but more so with her friend rubbing the lotion on her sensitive scales. She trembled a bit and stifled herself from saying anything as the Renamon worked her magic, lightly caressing up her spine and then to the dragon's neck. Quil couldn't help but coo, practically melting into the chair as Sumire slathered more lotion over her wings, then her arms and hips.

It felt so good, but it was over before Quil could savor it any longer as Sumire rubbed her hands on a nearby beach towel. Then she lazily laid onto it and right next to Quil, looking up at her while on her side. Her sky blue eyes saw the derg's warm loving smile as Quil slowly closed her eyes and rested in the sunlight. The Renamon giggled before rolling onto her back, and adjusting her chest tuff before dozing herself.

It couldn't have been longer than a half hour before Quil awoke all of a sudden, the sunlight still beaming down on her as she trembled a bit. If the fire deep within her when Sumire was rubbing her was a stroking ember this one was a **raging** roar of heat, as she squirmed in place. She needed to get to the bathroom FAST.

She practically leaped off the chair, curious passerbys giving her a weird look as she quickly grabbed her nearby bag and ran through the sand to the nearby outhouse. The sleeping Renamon was awoken by the noise, the 'hey be careful' of a few almost ran over by the derg-in-a-hurry caught by Sumire's ears. She lazily lifted herself up and yawned, wondering what the problem was.

When the dragon finally went straight through the bathroom door and got to a stall did she heave, catching her breath as she looked down at her tight panties, stopping herself right as she was about to take them off. Because it wasn't just tighter than before... there was also a very clear wet spot at the front. She stared wide-eyed and then slowly took her panties off, sliding them over the red shaft fighting to be released and lightly tearing the fabric itself. It was longer for sure, beating out her previous four inches by practically doubling it. And the surface of the segmented spear was pre-slickened over, with a single line of dripping preseed from the slit now meeting the floor like a weak faucet. And just below, the newly enlarged baseballs of a testicular sack swinging.

"W-what the fuck?" Quil exclaimed, then felt the same tightness in her bra. She moved her arms back to unclasp it quick before it could be similarly ripped as her panties. And just as it fell off and onto the tile below did she hear her stall door open. Sumire was there, looking just as wide-eyed as the dragon turned around. Where before the dragon's chest was dangerously close to being called flat outright, now each breast could easily fill a D cup bra. They didn't sag either, perfectly perky with her darker blue areolae and an erect nipple capping each. Sumire opened her mouth to say anything but that was stopped too when a haze began to fill her mind. The heat in the air was palpable, a light but perceptible musk emanating from the standing dragon as the Renamon buckled her knees a bit, feeling her own panties begin to be soaked through by a sudden and strong wetness dripping through her folds. Then she snapped out of it, shaking her head.

"Oh my god,, what's happening I don't--I-youu look so hot Quil was that the lotion??" The Renamon was so flustered, trying oh so hard to stifle the need within as the dragon's member throbbed with Quil's eyes catching the light wetness dripping down Sumire's thighs.

"I d-don't know but I need to get off right this instant or I feel like we'll have bigger problems. Please!!!" Quil begged, the light red member continuing to let loose a bit of pre that was now making a small puddle on the tile beneath her feet.

Sumire hesitated, but pushing against the side of her brain yelling to get fucked right then and there was getting tougher the more she just stood and stared. Weirdly she could feel her black C-cup sized bra getting tight as her fur was getting slick with a little sweat, progressively feeling hotter as she finally compromised that she could at least get her friend off.

She moved closer and then knelt down in front of her, with her light purple tongue lolling out as she smelt the musk off the dragon's bits. It was practically infectious, her mind hazing over with more fervor as her snout finally met the tip of that member, tongue licking down below the hood and feeling the light barbs and lapping up some of that pre. Quil responded with a heavy moan, letting loose a spurt that splattered off the Renamon's nose and then down on her fur. The liquid let Sumire regain a bit of her lucidity as she then pushed off her bra, letting loose her much bigger melons. Like an expert did she move back her neck, sliding her whole body forward across the tile until the shaft was surrounded by her knockers. It dribbled more pre across her cleavage and shot another wash of fluid across the bottom of her muzzle as she began to titfuck it, feeling just as much pleasure as the dragon was having with the ramped up sensitivity. Each time she pushed her tits together Sumire moaned, which was quickly interrupted by Quil shutting up Sumire with a single thrust forward. She gracefully accepted it, sucking the whole tip and feeling more pre slide down her tongue and pool around. She gulped some of it down, the taste somehow giving her ecstasy as the fluid slushed down her throat. Sumire felt the dragon's balls smack against the underside of her big chest, slathering the pre that made it down onto more of her fur.

Then Sumire felt something release inside of herself, like a switch flipped. Suddenly her melons were dribbling milk, with white drops now meeting scaled sack on each thrust. The Renamon immediately got close to orgasming right there, starting to suckle and lick the cumslit of Quil's with more ferocity. The dragon just bucked back and forth, constantly trying to get more length inside her mouth but her shaft wasn't getting any bigger. That didn't stop her from orgasming quickly though, with a roar coming out her maw as she took Renamon by behind her ears and pushed forward, getting another a couple inches and making her mouth stretch around the girth as a rocket of cream traveled through her urethra. There was so much that the whole stream of thick viscous cum about to release was firing all the synapses in the dragon's brain, making her spasm in place as she orgasmed. Quil's cunny followed too, with a heavy squirt that sent slick strands of girl honey out and onto the toilet seat behind her. It splattered off the white marble, with drips meeting the stall walls as she made a sudden mess of the place. It went on for at least a minute, with the Renamon's belly starting to feel a bit more than full by the time it was starting to end. With the last spurt did she orgasm too and slack her arms, losing her strength as her pussy let loose what felt like a hose of juice onto the ground beneath her and matting the fur on her thighs.

With Quil finally done, she finally took her member out of the finished Renamon, the tip of it still oozing leftover white that pitter-pattered on the wide puddle of mixed fluids between them. She slowly sat down on the wet toilet seat behind her, her eyes beginning to fix back to staring straight ahead as her mind returned. There she looked at Renamon, seeing the white dripping out the sides of her maw and then between her cleavage. A whole small river of seed was spreading and caking down to her knees through Sumire's fur, a sight that would've easily gotten her off at another time. Instead Quil just huffed, exhausted as Sumire slowly stood back up.

Both of them looked around, Quil especially feeling a sense of satisfaction and pleasure of what she was seeing, with the viscous mix of fluids puddling out towards the other stalls, and the light cumsplosion on the stall walls. Opaque thin strands that splattered off were just oozing down, while Sumire herself was still feeling the river of fluid slather down to her paws on the floor. Puss juice still dripped a little down the sides of the toilet seat, and as Quil got off the seat did she feel her folds dribble more through her ass cheeks, which were themselves a bit more pudgy. But the lovely mess they made and the changes they felt could only last so long on their minds as another realization hit then and there.

How the hell were they going to clean this up?