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Trains have it Easy

Azalea sat on the train. Sure, she was a dragon, and most dragons had wings; typically, they simply flew to their destinations, or at worst, took a plane if too tired. Azalea, though, was wingless. Oh, it didn't bother her in the slightest. She genuinely loved travelling by train. Watching the landscape scroll by with her head leaned against the window was relaxing, and when one had a lot to think about, the meditative rumble-and-clack of the carriage moving along the tracks helped too, and Azalea did have a lot to think about.

Outside, the magic-infused landscape of her university faded away with each kilometer; the energized and fantastical conjured plants, along with bizarre, impossible rock structures became more and more normal. The constant magical charge in the air and the erratic, often prismatic drizzle of rain gave way to normalcy. It was a welcome return. Some might've considered it_boring,_ but it felt like home, still.

She'd been at the university for what felt like ages now, learning the subtleties of magic. It was an isolated place, in a sense, located far in the countryside and away from everyone she knew. It seemed almost timeless, even if it wasn't; time outside seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye while she'd been learning. She and her sister, Vishki, had of course exchanged the occasional letter, keeping to date on each other, but there was no denying that their bond had faded a little with time.

Now, she was finally heading back, though not without something even more important to think about. In her bag, she had an artifact. One that she wasn't strictly supposed to possess or know about, but one that she'd nonetheless happened to grab before leaving the university. Some might say that it was a typical dragon thing to do, naturally feeling attracted to shiny and valuable objects, but in truth, it was more of an Azalea thing. The artifact - a small cerulean statuette of a naked feminine figure - had caught her attention and held it the moment she's first seen it in the university's storage.

Vishki was older than her, so Azalea hoped that she could help figure out its mystery. Ideally quickly so. Azalea didn't know if the university kept careful track of their items, but the chance was certainly there that they'd soon discover this particular one missing. Still, she didn't regret taking it. It was certainly a fascinating thing; though plain, it was oddly captivating at the same time. Looking at it made her thoughts feel strangely hazy, and running her fingers over the statue's curves made her scales tingle. It was smooth, almost wet-feeling to the touch, and far warmer than an inanimate figurine had any right to be. And it sparked a fluttering deep in her belly.

It got her a little excited too. Those tingles didn't stick to just her scales. That was part of why she was so fascinated with it, though there was a sense of wrongness too; that fluttering sensation was accompanied by a feeling of almost being turned inside out, but in an oddly pleasurable way, like a dream-memory of an orgasm about to sweep over her. The dragoness stretched out in her seat, trying to pinpoint what exactly she was even theorizing. Vishki could surely help. She'd better. But before any of that, she had to actually get home, and then get through the hopefully warm reunion that loomed ahead. Oh, she loved her older sister, but they'd been apart for so long. Who's to say that the other dragoness hadn't changed like the rest of the world had while she'd been buried snout-deep in ancient tomes of dragon mysticism?

The train cared little for her inner turmoil. That was what she liked about trains. The certainty that they'd reach their destinations. Trains had it easy. As long as you had a destination in mind and kept moving towards it, you'd never do wrong, and a train had clear tracks to follow. It'd always get there in the end. That was something sorely lacking in the rest of life. It was all too easy to get side-tracked or even turned around, heading the wrong way. Snatching the little artifact might've been that for her. Her fingers snuck up to it, trailing over the smooth, glossy surface, and immediately she felt that pleasant tingle again. Right between her legs, accompanied by a building slickness. She tugged on her ears nervously, not really sure what to make of it. The lusty glow was pleasant, but it seemed misplaced, as if the artifact was strumming some inner urges and instincts that she wasn't entirely familiar with.

Outside, the landscape now was no different than the average Southern countryside. Vast grasslands with patchy, leafy forests dotting it. Rolling green hills under rain-greyed skies. Long stretches of fragrant lavender, a river snaking lazily down towards the sea, with a long journey remaining yet. Lavender. It'd always been Azalea's favorite flower. Her scales were a silver shade of blue, which meant purple looked great on her. That was the color she'd chosen for her heavy, silken robes, currently flowing over her body almost like a liquid. They looked out of place here, outside of the arcane air of the university. Doubly so considering that everyone around her wore normal_clothes, now. T-shirts, jeans, and so on. Of course, every passenger on this particular line was used to seeing the university magicians now and then, so she didn't stick out _too much.

Lavender smelled great too. With a few whispered syllables and a brief motion of her fingers, she summoned a singular flower from the fields outside, and brought it to her nostrils. The gentle, soothing fragrance always helped her relax. Everything would be alright. She wasn't even sure what she was nervous about. She'd known Vishki for as longs as she'd been alive. Being away from her for a few years wouldn't make a difference compared to how many they'd spent together. It'd just take a moment to warm up to it, after years apart. And then, to somehow mention the artifact without making herself out to be a brazen thief. Maybe Vishki would know why she took it in the first place. Azalea herself certainly couldn't.

The train plunged into a tunnel. The final barrier between the mostly mundane world and the mystical valley where the university was located. Natural cliffs, beyond which the college had to take care not to spread its influence. Not that magic didn't exist elsewhere; just not in such high concentration that it'd warp the land and the elements by mere arcane gravity.

The tunnel was deep and dark. It'd be a little while before they emerged back into daylight. Until then, the train only had dim emergency lighting as it plowed through the darkness. As good a time as any to have a nap, Azalea thought, reclining in her seat, and closing her eyes, safe and warm in her heavy robes, and her hand on that strange artifact that had almost followed her home.

As she dozed off, she dreamt. Memories of her time at the university, and before it.

Azalea's Education

She had been, if not naïve, then inexperienced when she first got into the University. The fact that just about all blue dragons were homosexual wasn't any kind of secret. They still formed breeding pairs between the males and the females, and even lived together as a platonic couple, typically speaking, but their lust only truly burned for their own gender. It was an arrangement that some other species, and even other breeds of dragons, sometimes had difficulty understanding - but effectively, a blue dragon couple would be two best friends living together, in a fully open relationship. They only mated with each other to produce offspring, perhaps once or twice in their entire lives, and felt no trace of jealousy watching their partner play with others.

All that was to say that Azalea had always been fated to be a lesbian. She simply hadn't thought about it before she finally left home, now an adult, and began to study the art of magic. But the moment she had her first class - well, after it - another dragoness had all but pounced on her instantly.

"Blue dragoness? Wow, you're all natural lesbians aren't you. I'm so jealous," she'd asked, her black scales shimmering in the shine of magical lanterns. "My parents almost disowned me over it."

Things had gone the way one might expect from there. The black dragoness had been surprised by the fact that not only was Azalea a virgin, but she hadn't really thought of herself as much of anything, sexually, and so, she'd suggested the two experiment a little, promising that she had a good way of making sure. That'd piqued Azalea's curiosity. She wasn't, of course, unfamiliar with how it all worked, so she'd accepted.

The dream itself felt erotic as she relived how she'd followed the other dragoness into her dorm room, her body tingling with a new kind of anticipation. She remembered every moment of it in such vivid detail. Was she really attracted to other women like blue dragonesses tended to be? There was no denying that the blackscale had a rather curvy form. Softer than Vishki, a little more voluptuous, and, well, going by the way her nipples were outlined in the thin fabric of her scale-tight top, a little aroused, too. Azalea found herself unable to look away from how her breasts bounced with each step. It was oddly hypnotizing.

But it was when they arrived in her room that things really took off. What was it she'd said again? "Okay. Close your eyes and wait just a little bit..." if Azalea remembered correctly. She'd heard the rustling of clothes, naturally being pulled off, and then the squeak of springs as the other dragoness had sat down on her bed. "You can look now!"

More than any other moment, that one was what she remembered best. That warm flush of arousal washing through her the moment she opened her eyes and saw the other dragoness naked. That dropping, almost swooping sensation deep inside her. The sudden heat in her pussy as the blackscale shamelessly caressed herself, squeezing and massaging her heavy breasts with one hand, and the other splaying her pink, glistening slot wide. She looked _beautiful._Irresistible. Every inch of her body from toes to ear-tips. In the dream, it felt even more erotic, somehow, as Azalea recalled how badly she wanted to press her lips against her classmate's nipples.

"Come on. Come closer," the blackscale had told her, and she'd obeyed, stiffly approaching the other dragoness, and feeling a trickle of her juices leak down her thigh as she did. "Now, taste me," she commanded, as her hand left her equally slick folds.

Azalea's heart had skipped a beat, then. It was a fantasy she never even knew she had before that first encounter, but it had been like an awakening; suddenly understanding all the beauty of the female body, her own included, as a source of arousal, of lust. Something to be pleasured and caressed.

Yet she hesitated. It wasn't that she didn't want it. She wanted it more than anything. It just felt incredibly overwhelming; to have a desire blossom for the first time and then immediately offered a way to slake it. When she noticed that Azalea was trembling rather than diving in, the black dragoness reached to wrap her hand around the back of her head.

"Just relax," she murmured. And then, firmly, pulled Azalea's face into her groin. Her juices smeared over Azalea's lips and her scent, sweet and needy, filled her nostrils. She gave her a lick, clumsily, having no idea what she was doing but still managing to let her tongue follow the groove of her twitching sex with natural instinct. Her nectar soaked into Azalea's tastebuds, and she realized, with her mind swimming with dizzying lust, that she was instantly addicted. Once again, guided entirely by instinct she plunged her tongue deep into the other dragoness' warm, silken pussy, swallowing her lust in warm, thirsty gulps.

"Mm. Yep, looks like you're -nnf- a natural lesbian, alright. S-such a good girl," the blackscale hissed, moaning as she ground her cunt against Azalea's snout.

After that moment, the memories grew a little blurred, for understandable reasons. All Azalea could remember was that she'd eaten the blackscale out so many times that her entire front was completely covered in her juices, and then, she'd done the same to her. And then, she'd invited a few friends to do the same. Azalea had, in that first rush of sexual experiences, actually had to retake a class because of those carnal distractions. She'd managed in the end, though, and had since fully embraced her newfound sexuality.

University had, to put it bluntly, been a wonderful time until the very end.

Homecoming

By the time she woke up they were not only out of the tunnel, but slowing down as they approached Azalea's hometown.

Vishki had been waiting in the drizzle for more than a few minutes, already. Not that she really minded; she preferred dressing lightly, and the rain fell right off her scales anyway. It was sometimes amusing to see the mammals crowd to shelter from the rain while she stood there without a care in the world. Not that she really took much pride in that; it was simply who she was. She glanced at her reflection in a puddle of water out of boredom - same blue dragoness as ever - and noticed the surface ripple. That meant the train was coming, finally, almost fifteen minutes late due to minor flooding somewhere along the line.

She certainly looked forward to seeing her little sister again. Life without Azalea around had a tendency of getting too practical. She was the serious type, taking life at face value. Azalea was, if anything, the opposite. She was expressive, impulsive, though no less intelligent for that, as her studies at the university surely proved. They tended to complement each other perfectly, as siblings often did. Sometimes, she was too stoic. Sometimes, Azalea's insecurity - buried beneath her confident and playful façade - made her too anxious. They'd managed well enough without each other, but life was always better together.

Not that she really expected to meet the old Azalea, the one that'd left for university a few years ago. Given her personality, she might come back with a goat's tail permanently stuck to her. Or bunny ears. The mental image made Vishki chuckle quietly to herself.

Ah, there, now - in the distant fog - she could see the glare of the train's headlights. It was about time. She stretched, barely even noticing that she hadn't moved for at least half an hour while waiting, and took a step back just in case there was water on the tracks. Rain was one thing; getting splashed with dirty water was another entirely.

On the train, Azalea was fumbling again. She felt convinced that she'd forgotten something, checking all the pockets on her robe several times, and then going through her bag, which she hadn't even opened during the entire journey, to make sure nothing had fallen out. It wasn't until her fingers slid over the surface of the purloined statuette that she calmed down again. There it was again, that palpable sensation of relief, like a weight taken off her shoulders, and a shiver of arousal. Everything was alright, even the fact that her panties were getting a little damp was perfectly okay.

With her confidence reinforced, she grabbed her belongings and stepped off the train, along with several other passengers. And the moment the crowd cleared, Azalea saw Vishki, who immediately approached and wrapped her arms around her.

"Well, well. My little sister returns," the older dragoness smiled, squeezing Azalea against herself.

"Y-yep, I'm here, hi Vishki... gods, I'd forgotten how... strong..." Azalea wheezed, Vishki's arms squeezing the air out of her lungs.

Yet, more than that momentary discomfort, she also felt Vishki's breasts pressing against her, softly but insistently, and that warm feeling made her quiver. She'd known her sister was an adult woman, of course, but thinking of her as a sexual being, that part was new and oddly confusing,_all kinds of emotions rushing through the smaller dragoness's frame, all of them seemingly converging on her sex, and there was that twitch she'd felt with the blackscale and her friends at university again, leaving her feeling _horribly_self-conscious. Her sister was _beautiful and sexy. Her own sister.

Thankfully Vishki let go of Azalea before she could become too aware of just how much those familiar curves turned her on. It was already jarring enough as the younger sister suddenly wanted to wrap her lips around Vishki's nipples, or even to slip a little further down and taste her. Twice as thankfully, she did it before she noticed that Azalea's own nipples were stiffening beneath her billowing robes, and that her panties were more than just damp now, the crotch of them quickly growing soaked.

"So, how'd your education go? Did you learn all the stuff you were meant to?" Vishki asked. She'd never been all that good at small talk, but usually, Azalea picked up the slack.

"Yeah. Gods, it feels weird to be back, though," Azalea replied. It wasn't the only weird thing she felt, looking at Vishki. Quick, do something. Don't just stare at her tits, she admonished herself. "Um, I could make the rain stop?"

"Oh, please do. Just this once," Vishki chuckled. Mages weren't allowed to influence the weather too much, not outside of the University peninsula where it sometimes rained peanuts or flowers as fledgling spellcasters flexed their new arcane powers, but a brief break from the constant drizzle was acceptable enough.

"Okay. Step back a little..." Azalea cautioned her sister, raised her arms, muttered a few arcane syllables that seemed to resonate through the air, a blue hue of energy swirling around her fingers as she prepared to make the rain cease before it totally soaked her robes. A moment of intense concentration - and just as she was going to release her spell, it fizzled, with a small but deafening implosion and a rumble that followed. Briefly, the air itself warped inwards where the spell failed, droplets of rain falling sideways and upside down, collecting into a bubble of water that soon fell and splashed both of the dragonesses.

"Well, so much for my ears," Vishki spoke after a few moments of awkward silence, trying to swallow to even out the pressure. "Feels like I flew way too high."

"Come on, I did that one so many times at the university!" Azalea whined. "I could do it with my eyes closed!"

Vishki, though a little annoyed at how tinny everything sounded with her ears all locked up, had a look of understanding on her face. "You're probably just nervous, sis. Or stressed. Let's head home so you can relax for a bit."

True enough. Azalea did feel a little drained. Like her magic wasn't all there the way it should be. She didn't feel _tired,_though. More as if something had hollowed her out, the same way her failed spell left a brief void in the air. A little like that familiar feeling of anxiety in the pit one one's stomach, but not quite as unpleasant, nor was it accompanied by any aches. The moment Vishki turned around, Azalea's hand snuck down into her bag to caress the statuette again to soothe herself, and at the same time, her gaze was drawn to her sister's rump and the strong, smooth tail that emphasized it.

Unbidden, she pictured herself grinding herself against it, letting her juices coat her sister's tail. No. Snap out of it. Incest is taboo for a reason, she reminded herself, though try as she might, she couldn't really figure out why that was.

Home wasn't far away, thankfully. While Vishki didn't mind the rain, Azalea's robes were soaked by the time they arrived, walking through the familiar front yard. Entering her childhood home again came with a flood of different emotions for the younger dragoness. On one hand, it felt just like it always had. On the other hand, it didn't. It was the same home, but after this long away from it, it had the eerie feeling of something left behind. A pair of summer shoes worn again after a long winter. The scent was off, too. Not unpleasant, but she didn't recognize it. From what Azalea could remember, her home didn't really smell like anything. Now... it mostly seemed to smell like Vishki did - a faint but comforting feminine musk - and that evening's dinner.

Both parents were out and would be for a few days. At their age, Vishki and Azalea didn't exactly need them to be around, and as such, their parents were usually elsewhere, staying with their romantic partners or lovers. Blue dragons only stayed together for as long as their offspring needed them to. Good friends as they were, they - like everyone else - had certain needs, and only in astronomically rare conditions could the breeding-partner satisfy them. Azalea couldn't even remember any cases beyond the ones she'd read about in biology.

Ever since she was a child, she remembered her parents having lovers come over now and then. Usually, each dragon had their romantic favorite, but more often than not, they also had a long line of other same-sex partners purely for physical fulfilment. Yet even without any of that natural attraction between them, her parents had nonetheless stuck together. They were a good match, in that way; her father was an artistic, verbal, and almost effeminate type, and her mother very pragmatic. Vishki had gotten it all from her, it seemed. They had few common interests, but that was why they were a great match; just like Vishki and Azalea did, they completed each other when it came to the practicalities of life.

That, and she distinctly recalled her mother always being amused by the next strong, masculine lover her father brought over. Beyond that, Azalea didn't really like imagining what her parents did.

She'd tried explaining it to her lover at the University after one of their many, many sessions of feverishly eating each other out to orgasm after orgasm. Though she had been exclusively a lesbian as well, she couldn't understand how anyone would want to have children with someone they didn't love. Only eventually had she at least accepted it, which had probably been helped by the multitude of shivering, trembling orgasms that Azalea's tongue had given her once she'd gotten used to doing it.

But the fact remained; to almost anyone who wasn't a blue dragon, it was strange to be born homosexual and yet choose to cohabitate for the sake of offspring. For them, though, it was the most natural thing in the world.

Questions

Azalea collapsed into bed almost immediately upon getting home. She seemed somehow paler and weaker than when Vishki had last seen her. It wasn't a sickness or the older dragoness would've immediately smelled it, which meant it had to the magical. Though a fizzled spell could easily cause it, there had to be a reason her younger sister had failed at casting one to begin with. Azalea, for all her impulsiveness, was a great student, with the kind of thirst for knowledge that Vishki could never match. She, more than anyone, would've known perfectly well how each spell was cast, down to the minutiae of why it was cast that way.

Then, clearly, Vishki reasoned, something else was distracting her. With her sister fast asleep, then, the dragoness decided to go through her sister's belongings, just in case. She'd always been the one to keep Azalea safe, and though it was a minor violation of her privacy, this wasn't really any different. She opened her sister's bag and carefully picked out everything in it. A spare robe, a hairbrush, a couple of dusty tomes in a language so old that Vishki had never even seen it before - and then, something strange. She touched something heavy and smooth, almost warm to the touch, among Azalea's belongings. Instantly, she felt an urge to grasp whatever it was more tightly, but she, with her stronger force of will, resisted that impulse despite the pleasant glow suddenly rushing through her.

Okay. There it is, whatever it is.

Vishki carefully shook the last item out of the bag. A statuette of some kind, of a naked dragoness, but there was something off about it. It didn't quite radiate, but there was a distinct sense of energy_around it. No, not energy. A _lack of energy, like a suction that demanded her attention and touch both. That had to be it. However Azalea had come into possession of the artifact - it wasn't the first time she had something she wasn't supposed to have, the impulsive little sister - it was clearly what was draining her. But she'd seem genuinely confused when her spell had failed, which meant that she wasn't aware of the artifact draining her.

Cursed. Absolutely no doubt about it. Okay, time to do some research.

She carefully grabbed the artifact again, this time with a towel between her hand and the smooth surface of it, she positioned it back into Azalea's bag along with all of her other possessions. Her sister was still snoring peacefully, sleeping so deeply that she didn't even stir despite all the rustling. Vishki took a moment to admire her. Despite looking so pale, she still looked peaceful, almost serene. All the more reason to help her out.

Vishki brushed her talons through her sleeping sister's long, blonde hair. There was one important question to consider; if she was to confront Azalea about the artifact or not. At first, she leaned towards doing the research alone, but then, on second thought, that was the mistake she kept repeating in life. She was all too stoic, all too willing to do everything alone instead of letting herself be vulnerable.

Yes, there was only way forward. As sisters, they'd solve this problem together.

Revelations

Azalea was slow to wake up the following morning. It was as if her bed didn't want to let go of her, holding her a silken-soft but unbreakable grip, like a spider's web. Only slowly did she stir awake at all, and she barely felt rested when she did. When enough of reality filtered into her half-dreaming mind, the first thing she felt was panic. She had overslept, and badly. That meant she was missing a class right now! Azalea shot up, nearly hitting her head on the ceiling lamp and tripping over her bag before suddenly realizing that she wasn't at the university anymore.

With a sigh, she sat down on the bed. Then, immediately, another surge of anxiety that made her stomach squirm. The statuette! She _had_to make sure it was safe. Once again, her hand dove into her belongings, fumbling around blindly in the gloom of an early spring morning, until she found the reassuring warmth of the artifact. An exhalation laden with palpable relief left her lungs. It was still there, safe and sound.

The third thing she felt was a crashing wave of lust, once again. She was back at home, which meant Vishki was here too. Vishki, with her beautiful body that Azalea wanted to touch all over. Oh, she'd embrace her firmly with all of her passion, and maybe they could - after sucking on each other's tits for a while - they could grind their wet, swollen pussies together, getting them both soaking wet before finally moaning out in sweet release together.

Azalea was awake, but not awake enough to resist the impulse to sneak her hand down between her legs as she laid back down. Oh, Vishki. She wanted to show her love for her big sister so badly. One of her fingers found her stiff clit, and even briefly flicking over it made her hips buck with desire. She was so wet at the very thought of it, and another finger slipped inside her velveteen sex effortlessly. Before she knew it, the dragoness was grinding up against her hand, her mind filled with increasingly intense incestuous fantasies of everything she wanted to do with Vishki. She wasn't even aware of her other hand stroking the statuette like a diminutive lover, each loving touch sharpening her lusty high. Maybe if she got Vishki to touch it too, she'd understand. Mmh. Then they could have each other fully, no matter how wrong a relationship like theirs would be. Soon she was plunging several fingers into her leaking pussy while her palm kneaded down against her clit, drenched in her honey.

Azalea was vaguely aware that she was going to soak her freshly cleaned bedsheets, but she didn't care. It felt far too good to stop, and even imagining sleeping in a bed that smelled like feminine lust excited her further. If only she could have it smell specifically like Vishki instead...

And then, just as she was on the edge of climax, Vishki knocked on her door, and Azalea froze, her heart beating rapidly as the orgasm that'd been welling up inside her drained away in a drawn-out, almost mortified silence. She was left cupping her pussy, feeling her wetness slowly drool out between her hand and folds, not daring to move even slightly.

"Hey, sleepy, time to get up. I have breakfast for you and you've slept half the day already," her older sister called out. Thankfully, she didn't open the door.

"Just a minute!" Azalea replied, trying her hardest to steady her voice. Not that she really doubted Vishki would care about finding her masturbating. It was the fact that she was the subject of Azalea's masturbatory fantasies, and often, Azalea felt like her sister could read her mind. Even if it was altogether ridiculous.

She quickly dabbed herself dry with a tissue and got dressed, a little shaky and frustrated thanks to her denied release.

Vishki was already waiting for her by the dinner table with fresh toast. The scent of it - reminding her of her childhood - was enough to ease Azalea's mind, at least until she sat down and began eating, which was when Vishki sprung her "trap".

"So, where'd you get that statuette?" she asked, matter-of-factly, and Azalea nearly choked on her toast, convulsively reaching for a glass of milk to wash it down with.

"Um, I... borrowed it from the university archives," she suggested. "It's harmless!"

"I'm pretty sure it's cursed," Vishki replied. "And you look like you've been through a mangle."

"W-what? No, I feel totally fine. It just feels nice to touch it," Azalea stammered. Despite being an adult, it felt exactly like when Vishki had discovered her with her hand in the cookie jar. The excuse had been about as convincing, too.

"Az. I'm trying to help you. You're obviously not fine. You look like you didn't sleep at all, and you're shaking," Vishki continued. There was a note of genuine concern in her voice. "What does touching it make you feel?"

"Come on, I'm fine. It just... well, you should touch it and see?" she said, suddenly overcome with an almost hopeful feeling that it'd make Vishki feel the same things as her. She already knew that her sister was, as becoming of a blue dragoness, a lesbian - nothing would change there - but if it could spark the same kind of incestuous lust in her as it had in Azalea... well, suddenly all those fantasies would become real.

Vishki replied with a knowing grin. "I did. Briefly. It made me horny," she said.

"J-just horny? Um, that's not exactly what it did to me. Maybe you should try again," Azalea replied.

"Well, I'll figure out what exactly it does - or wants, if it's cursed - but I think, at the very least, it's draining your energy. Remember that spell you tried to cast?" Vishki countered. "I think it's sucking you dry, but that might be a side effect..."

She had studied enough magic to remember the basics of cursed items. Each one wanted something to satisfy the curse, but each also tended to have other effects on the wearer. An item might, for example, require its victim to give a treasured possession - sometimes the item itself - away, but at the same time, turn the owner more and more greedy, to make doing so harder. Other times, the curse might help dispel itself. Each item was different, which was what made some of them so difficult to break. That said, Azalea did have a point; she might have to subject herself to the statuette again to really understand what it wanted.

Answers

"You will?" Azalea chirped. She was entirely too excited about what might happen when Vishki touched the statuette again. Hopefully, she'd be attracted to her the same way Azalea was to her big sister. She could barely contain herself at all as she bounded to her room to fetch the beautiful little thing.

There has to be a better way to do this. Why don't you just describe what it does?

Her quiet, inner voice of reason wouldn't shut up, but her clenching pussy overruled it entirely. She absolutely wanted this, curse or not. How harmful could it possibly be, anyway? Maybe it felt a little taboo to inflict the "curse" on Vishki as well, but she couldn't fight that burning urge in her loins any longer.

She returned to Vishki, fighting the urge to moan as she held the statuette with both hands. She was wetter than she could ever remember being, a soaking and stringy mess of lust that nearly made her thighs squish wetly with each step. Her big sister looked serious, in contrast, looking at Azalea with genuine concern, but so deep under the artifact's influence, the younger dragoness didn't even notice that look. Her attention was entirely fixated on two things; the firestorm of arousal within her, and how badly she wanted Vishki to feel it too so they could finally fuck each other's brains out.

She held the statuette out.

Vishki reached out and placed her hand on it.

A shiver went through the older dragoness. A quiet mmh escaped her lips. And then... nothing.

"So? So? How do you feel?" Azalea prodded, breathless with excitement.

"Well, it makes me feel horny," Vishki sighed. "Just like with you. Don't think I didn't hear you masturbating earlier, you weren't exactly subtle about it. So yes, horny, but nothing more than that."

"Um... what if... I do this?" Azalea stuttered, forcing herself to not think about how Vishki had heard everything after all, and instead quickly undoing her robe and letting it fall to the floor around her feet, leaving her body fully on display for Vishki. Every inch of her, from stiff nipples on her soft, full breasts, to her soaked and puffy sex. "A-aren't you... attracted to me now?"

"Yes," Vishki replied. Azalea's heart leapt with excitement, and she was just about to ask if that meant she could finally kiss her older sister's breasts, when she continued, with two fateful words. "As always."

Azalea tried to formulate a reply but was left breathlessly stuttering again. "W-what do you mean a-always? I- uh-"

"Oh!" Vishki exclaimed, her eyes going wide as one part of this bizarre equation suddenly made perfect sense to her, like a light being turned on. "I see what the problem is. Come here, Az," she grinned, holding her arms out. Azalea practically leapt into them, and Vishki wasted no time carrying her to her bedroom, where she gently deposited her in the bed before crawling in herself. She quickly maneuvered Azalea, trembling as she was - and still holding the statuette - into a spread-eagle position.

"I've always been attracted to you, little sis," she smiled, looking at just how needy the other dragoness was. Her juices were already soaking into the bed. It wasn't that unusual for blue dragon siblings to end up drawn to each other, and what did it matter when they couldn't have children together anyway? Still, she was determined to play up the taboo aspect of it, seeing how it made Azalea wriggle. "But you, did you ever even have a sexual thought before you left for the university?"

"N-no, I don't think so," Azalea squeaked. Vishki leaned closer, and Azalea could feel her hot breath on her hypersensitive folds. The older dragoness inhaled, taking in the tangy, unmistakably feminine scent of her lust.

"Right. So, when you came back... the artifact makes you horny, yes, but you'd never really seen me in that light before, had you? Mm, you'll have to tell me what exactly you girls do over there, one day," Vishki smiled, and licked her lips eyeing her little sister's beautiful, dew-soaked slit. "But for now, I think I want to enjoy you. _Then_we can figure out what that statuette wants."

Passion

"Mmr. You get this wet for your big sister?" Vishki taunted her as she dipped her head between Azalea's eagerly spread legs. "Or is it for any cute dragoness?"

She didn't actually wait for Azalea to reply. Instead, her warm lips pressed against her sister's stiff little pleasure-button with the gentlest of suction, delighting in the way Azalea immediately squirmed and bucked, moaning out completely beyond her conscious control. Vishki flattened her tongue against her slit, taking in her flavor, so similar to her own and far beyond erotic.

No matter what the dragoness had experienced at university, Vishki was determined to show her the kind of wonders a more experienced woman could work on her body. But she was in no hurry. Rather than immediately go for it - no matter what she _wanted_to do - she let that beautiful scent linger in her nose for a little longer and instead scooted up on the bed, planting sloppy little kisses over her belly, then her chest, over the swell of her breasts and finally over her diamond-stiff nipples, rolling her tongue over each bumpy areola.

Azalea's back arched with another strangled moan. Her mind felt as if it was short-circuiting. Being touched like this by Vishki was scorching hot, and the artifact, feeling equally hot in her hand, amplified every sensation to an unbearable degree, leaving her feeling as if her entire world was pin-point focused on nothing but steaming lust, and in particular, the tingles and jolts each wet smooch of Vishki's lips sent surging through her body, all converging on her fluttering cunt.

Vishki flattened her tongue and licked, slowly, over Azalea's breast, then her collarbone, and up her neck, feeling every muscle tighten while her little sister whimper-squealed with each sensitive spot she left damp with saliva. Finally, she was face to face with the other dragoness, and tilted her head to catch Azalea in a panting, warm kiss.

Their tongues tangled, curling over each other. The pleasure felt so right, and at the same time, so naughty. Eventually, though, Vishki broke the kiss, gazing into Azalea's eyes as her hunger grew and grew.

"Now, I'm going to show you something new," she murmured, her teeth briefly grazing over Azalea's lips.

Vishki pulled away from her trembling sister and positioned herself facing the other way, pulling one of Azalea's legs over her own and holding it against her chest. The bed was barely big enough for two adult dragons, but this would be entirely worth it. Azalea's breath caught in her throat, only coming out in moaning stutters as she felt the heat of her sister's pussy so close to her own, and glancing down, watched as a string of her nectar dangling from her swollen lips, quickly broke off and fell over her own honeyed, wanting cunt. She squirmed again. That - no, everything in the last few minutes - was the most erotic thing she'd ever felt, each little sensation building and compounding on the other as she was consumed by those raging emotions.

"I bet whoever you had in college never did this," Vishki grinned, licking the remainder of Azalea's tangy lust off her lips, and then pulled firmly on her sister until their wet folds met in a sticky, impossibly hot kiss that made them both moan at the sensation.

Indeed, Azalea had never done it before. Maybe it wasn't the right moment to truly appreciate it - she felt like she might cum from the slightest touch with how drunk on incestuous pleasure she was - but there was no denying that it felt beyond amazing. The way their lips slid against each other, their juices mingling warmly. And then, with Vishki fully taking control of the situation, Azalea moaned at the top of her lungs as their engorged clits briefly smushed together, sending a mutual quake of pleasure through them both.

It made Azalea's toes curl. Something about doing it like this felt even more intimate than the licking. Knowing that when they came, they'd soak each other. Every drop of their lust ending up on - or even inside- each other. She shivered as Vishki grabbed her leg more firmly and held it against herself, never letting their slippery and utterly feminine kiss break for even a second. She had been fantasizing about this for a while, too, and she would insist on making the most of it.

Not that it'd last too long. Azalea was hypersensitive from all the stimulation, and Vishki was incredibly pent up, her body tensed up like a coiled spring with how hot finally getting to indulge in her little sister's body was getting her. Sure, she was stoic - but everyone had their limits, and every trembling twitch of their hips, each grinding against the other, desperate for more pleasure - brought her closer to hers.

Luckily, Azalea was far ahead of her, squirming and thrashing, moaning out her big sister's name as every nerve in her lust-struck sex sang out with pleasure. Her sister was just big enough, not only in age, that it almost felt like she was devouring her, the suckling heat of her pussy briefly engulfing Azalea's clit, or even her lips, if ever so briefly.

"Look into my eyes," Vishki goaded. It was only with great effort that Azalea managed to obey, and she found her vision blurry with tears of joy as she finally found Vishki's eyes, rather than her heavy, bouncing breasts jiggling as she grinded against her.

"Good girl. Now, cum for me, little sis. Gush all over me. Soak my pussy with your cum," Vishki rumbled, the older sister trembling as she felt her own climax approaching with each gyrating motion of her hips. "Show me what a blue dragoness you are. S-show me how much you love getting fucked by your big sister."

Vishki pressed herself so tightly against Azalea that she was barely moving at all. Not intentionally, at least, though tremors of pleasure shook her body enough to push her sister over the edge.

This time, Azalea didn't moan. She couldn't. Her entire body was suddenly tensing up with an orgasm so strong she couldn't even hear anything except the deafening beat of her own heart, and moments later, she came with a desperate gasp for air. Pleasure consumed her entirely; each spasm of her pussy against Vishki's accompanied by a wet gush of liquid heat - her own juices, she vaguely realized - as she lost all semblance of self-control, weakly rutting against her sister with passionate twitches of her hips. It felt like heaven. Or if it didn't - if this sticky, wet, convulsive ecstasy wasn't heaven - then she preferred this, whatever it was. All-consuming incestuous bliss.

Vishki felt a surprisingly strong jet of heat against her overstimulated sex in turn. She'd actually managed to make her little sister squirt. Not only did that make her feel proud, with her pleasure-clad face lighting up with a hint of self-satisfaction - but it felt so incredibly erotic washing over her clit that she was only seconds slower than Azalea in her orgasm, especially feeling her clenches and squeezes massage her own folds and clit.

There was a certain aspect of taboo to it, even with blue dragons, even if it was nowhere near as strong as what Azalea seemed to think it was. That little taboo though, along with all notions of it being wrong, shattered with the first orgasmic quiver of her own cunt. It felt almost like one mutual orgasm, even if off-beat - she clenched, felt Azalea clench in turn, accompanied by a gush of more feminine pleasure against, even into herself - and so it went, almost a full minute spent in rapturous, half-forbidden pleasure as the sisters soaked each other, filling the room not only with moans but also with the wet squelching of their insistent grinding and the scent of two very satisfied dragonesses.

Love

As Vishki and Azalea laid there, gazing into each other's eyes lovingly with a kind of intimacy that the sisters had never had before, there was a sudden crack next to them. The statuette, burning hot to the touch, filled with the sisters' shared emotions as it was, and its cursed hunger therefore sated, had developed a deep crack along its surface - and moments later, before Vishki's and Azalea's eyes, it exploded into little fragments with enough force that the little pieces of marble felt like a hailstorm raining over their scales.

"N- wha-" Azalea stammered, shocked and distraught. "My comfort statuette!"

For a moment, she felt hopeless, weak, and anxious. As if there was nothing in the world that could comfort her again, nor pull her away from that precipitous pit of anxiety she found herself standing at the edge of.

Then, rather than the pitch-black desperation she had been expecting, what swept over her was a rush of energy. Every figment of arcane power and life that the statuette had devoured while awaiting what the curse truly demanded; love, climactic, passionate, and pure. Azalea gasped as it flowed through her. Even as her body shook as all her magical power returned to her, her mind cleared up, like the air after a storm.

Without speaking a word, she slowly turned her head towards Vishki, almost not daring to look, because the moment she did, she'd know if the attraction had merely been corruption. She half expected it. It'd felt far too good to have any right to exist. And yet, she was instead only overcome by that same fawning adoration she'd always felt, only intermingled with the lust that'd been a part of her being for a few years, now.

"There you go," Vishki churred in her usual, throaty voice. "You're starting to look blue again. In the best way, of course," she added with a warm smile, idly kneading one of Azalea's ears between her fingers.

"That... easy? God, it's like a f-fog lifting..." Azalea panted. She felt electrified, or very close to It, arcane power crackling across her scales before slowly fully absorbing back into her being. There was also a distinct sensation, as if she'd awakened from a very erotic dream, or perhaps just before sleepwalking off a cliff.

"Seems like it. I'll admit it was just a guess. But typically, cursed items want something related to the effects they have. This one made us horny, so I thought it'd want either love or hate... and, well, I could never hate you," Vishki beamed. She looked proud of herself for figuring it all out. "Even if you should probably not steal any more cursed artifacts in the future."

"Well, um, there is still the fact that we're sisters," Azalea suggested. Her fingers trailed over the base of Vishki's tail again. The lust had, indeed, not gone anywhere; once again she found herself fantasizing of straddling Vishki's tail and griding against it until... well, maybe she'd never stop at all.

"Yeah. It's a little wrong. But it's not that unusual, and you're my little sister and I love you anyway, even if you're all grown up and perverted," Vishki grinned, staring down at Azalea almost maternally. "It'll be our little secret. You sound adorable when you cum, by the way."

Before she could say anything else, or as much as chuckle at the deep purple that Azalea's muzzle always turned when she blushed, the spell that her younger sister had been trying to cast when the two met at the train station finally went off. There was a distant-sounding rumble, like an echo of thunder, a rush of cool air, and then, a drizzle. Inside the house.

The two sisters scrambled out of bed, both laughing with equal parts panicked frustration as they tried to move everything sensitive into a different room, and exhilarated relief that their strange ordeal was finally over. It wasn't without a certain titillation, of course. Seeing each other run around naked and glistening wet from the indoor rain gave them both some ideas for what they might be doing later. Well, assuming that they had any energy left after drying up Azalea's room, anyway.