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Susie grins up at the tent. Weird, maybe, to feel so proud over such a small thing—but she’s never been camping, you know? At least, not for real. She’s always wanted to go. And now, here she is, staring up at a tent that she helped set up—her and her BFF Kris.

The human is busying themself around the campsite: setting up a firepit, making sure that their food’s secure. Kris is the more familiar of the two of them when it comes to camping, having gone with their brother and dad when they were younger. And when Susie had expressed an interest in going to them one day…

“I can take you,” they’d said with a nod.

Susie’d been taken aback. “Wha—r, really?”

They’d nodded again. “Mhmmm. Been plenty of times.”

Of course, life just had to get in the way; more adventures in the Dark World, not to mention school and the like. But graduation was finally behind them, as were both their eighteenth birthdays. The two of them deserve a break, right? A little time out, just friends hanging out and being bros.

The wind stirs the leaves above, the sound crinkly and inviting. Susie grins even more. And now, here they are. Actually camping.

It’s a bit colder than she’d expected, but that’s actually kind of rad in its own way. Like, it makes it feel real, y’know? Not some fake town-camping where there’s always a building to shelter in if the cold nips. This is real outdoors, the kind of cold you can smell. Her scales dance with excitement.

A distant snap resounds through the small glade Kris had picked as their campsite; the human’s managed to cajole a fire to life. They stand, face blank, and pocket the flint and tinder smoothly. Susie knows that Asgore or Asriel wouldn’t have to rely on that; they’d use fire magic instead. But Kris knows how to make do, and though it’s obvious that even now they hate their lack of magic, they never complain about it to Susie.

That’s just one thing Susie admires about them.

Susie takes the initiative to roll up a dry log to serve as an impromptu bench, settling it a few feet from the fire. She pats the wood and Kris sits next to her.

“Fuckin’ awesome, bro,” Susie exclaims, elbowing them excitedly. “A tent, a campfire… this is a real campout, right!”

Kris shakes their head. “Not yet.”

“H-huh?”

“We still need…” They pull out a plastic bag filled with pillowy white softness. “These.”

“Oh hell yeah! Marshmallows!”

Kris grabs two skewers, hands one to Susie, and then tears open the bag, affixing the mallow to the end of their skewer. Surrendering the bag to Susie, they hold the treat out to the fire.

“Trick is to keep it a few inches away from the flames and turn evenly,” they say. It’s as long a continuous sentence as Susie’s ever heard from them. “You want it to be golden brown, with a kinda bubbly exterior. The inside’ll be gooey and…”

They trail off, looking sideways, and Susie stares back guiltily. Her cheeks are bulging, she’s stuffed at least half the bag in her face. The skewer lies in the dirt, forgotten.

She swallows, eyes watering as the food threatens to stick in her gullet. “I… uh…”

But Kris doesn’t mind. In fact, they smile, and laugh, and Susie laughs back, socking them good-naturedly in the shoulder as if they were the one to eat all the snacks. The fire snaps merrily, a little feather of smoke dancing skyward.

“Y’know, Kris, you’re… my best friend,” Susie says after a moment. “Like, not to get sappy, but. Um. Yeah…”

Kris plucks the mallow off their skewer, inspects it, nods approval, and eats it in one gulp. When they speak next, their words are sticky—laced with sugary goodness.

“Thanks,” they reply. “You’re my best friend too, Susie.”

The fire snaps again and the wind stirs the autumn leaves, blowing a few off the trees. Above them, the sky is turning purple as twilight approaches. Susie doesn’t know what to say. It’s weird… this is so simple, and yet it might just be the happiest she’s ever been.

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Night comes quietly on the two of them out in the woods. Susie stares skyward with a wide smile. “Wow…” she says.

In school, like. They always talked about light pollution, but she. She’d never thought that a little burgh like Hometown would have to worry about it. That shit was for like, big cities. Right?

But.

The thing is.

The sky out here.

Susie is laying a few paces away from the fire, heedless of the fact that her back is in the dirt. Laundry is tomorrow’s problem. Today, all she cares about are the stars.

Susie thought she knew the night sky. A big pool of blackness, a few twinkling jewels inside. Simple, right? But nah. Not like this. There are so many stars, they’re everywhere… spread out, their light spooling into one another. They look like fireflies dancing on the surface of an inky lake.

“Are they… always there?” she whispers under her breath. She reaches up one clawed hand as if to grab them, grasp them tight. If she can’t have them for real, at least she’ll always have this memory. “Always there and we just, we just can’t, like, see them?”

“Yeah.” Kris settles in next to her, also looking skyward. The fire is dying down slightly, the flames smaller, the embers filling the firepit with a color like cherry soda. “One time, when I was little, I got upset that I didn’t have magic. So my dad took me camping.” They breathe in through their nose. “My dad said that in old days, humans used all their magic to make the night sky shine with life. So that nighttimes weren’t scary anymore. He said if I ever felt sad, I should go out and look at the stars, because those were my magic.”

Silence falls between the two of them, and Susie doesn’t know what to say. It’s the first time Kris has ever really talked about their lack of magic—and how it bothers them.

“Hey,” she says, fumbling the words. Fuck. She’s not good at stuff like this. If only Ralsei was here… hell, even Lancer. Well, she’ll have to do the best she can. “You know, um. I never… thought less of you about, like, magic, or…”

Kris lays a hand on her arm and she almost jumps. (Almost.)

“I know,” they say levelly. They trail off. Less is more, for them.

But, uh. They leave. Their hand. On her arm?

Susie’s heart starts to hammer. She’s… she’s a complicated girl. (No matter what Ms. Alphys thinks.) Kris is a friend. A good friend. One of the first people to really treat her kindly, to respect her. She feels like her life is happier with them in it… like she’s a better person because of them.

She loves them.

But there’s this thing, like. There’s different kinds of love. There’s love for friends, and then there’s… romantic, love…

She swallows. She would be lying if she insisted she hadn’t had thoughts about Kris from time to time. If she said there weren’t feelings, simmering… But she. She wouldn’t. Couldn’t. Act on them. Because Kris is her friend. Because you don’t do that to friends unless you’re sure.

Because when you’re like Susie, and you’ve only ever had one real friend… That’s not something you want to sabotage.

One kind of love is as good as another, right?

But fuck. Kris’s hand is. Still on her arm…

The fire pops. The smoke dances. The stars shine down from above.

She swallows. “Hey Kris, your hand…”

They withdraw as if bitten. “Ah, sorry. I—”

“No, no! It’s okay! I just, uh, what was… I mean to say…”

“I just haven’t really felt scales like those before,” Kris admits. “Got lost in the touch. Felt… nice.”

Ah-ha. Just a sensory thing. Cool, cool. Susie can ride with that. That’s no big deal. Yeah, makes sense. Kris is a human and their family are goat… creatures. (Right?) Scales are probably new and interesting.

“Oh yeah, bet. Heh, if you wanted to, you can feel them again.”

They angle their head towards her. “Are you… sure?”

“Hell yeah!”

With her assent, Kris returns their touch to Susie’s arm, and the dragonling feels the warmth of their touch again. Yeah, this is no trouble. Just friends being bros, touching each other. Wait, fuck, that sounded wrong. Just friends being bros, exploring one another’s… fuck! Every time!

But wait, only Kris is exploring. For this to be real friendship moment, she’s gotta do it back, right?

She reaches a hand for them. “Um, can I…?”

They nod, and she touches her hand to their brow. Human skin was soft and supple, with a weird feeling underlying it. (Probably… what was it they’d talked about in biology class… oils? Human skin had oils to keep it healthy, right?) Moving gently, her hands brush up to her friend’s hair. The brown hair smells faintly of apples, even out here in the wilderness. To be honest, it’s kinda nice… She coils a strand around her finger. Heh. Yeah. Hella bro moment right here.

As Susie’s hand drifts upward, Kris’s drifts south. Their fingers trail down her arms, glide over her smooth scales. The touch is gentle. Soft. When they reach her hand, they hesitate for a moment—and then they sunk their palm into hers, fingers interlocking, hands clasping tight, warmth spreading between them.

Susie’s breath catches. Yeah, this was… this was just… friend stuff. Right? Bros held hands and trailed fingers over one another all the time, yeah, super normal. She wasn’t, like. Endangering her friendship with Kris or anything. Right? Right. Yeah.

Except, well, Kris shifts, and she shifts too (to look at them) and their eyes touch. Kris is blushing, which is decidedly un-bro-like of them. And fuck, that warmth in Susie’s cheeks—is she blushing too? Nah, gotta be the campfire. Legit.

The fire snaps, the only sound for long seconds. Susie finally swallows. “Um.”

The single word acts like a spur for Kris, and they unclasp their hand from Susie’s and reach for her shirt. Her eyes follow them, wide. Kris’s yearning fingers stop a few inches from her hem. The human meets her eyes, the query clear but unspoken.

Susie’s heart thuds. Fuck, she… she wants this, but… Kris is her friend…

But friends don’t just deny each other for no reason, right? She nods.

Kris grips the hem of her shirt and slowly, slowly trails it upwards. Susie swallows as the cold evening air nips at her navel, her ribs, her…

Her breasts…

She’d proud of her chest, all things considered. The meds did a great job. A simple bra is all that separates them from Kris’s touch and Susie’s breathing is shallow as her friend slowly, slowly unclasps it, unfurls it, undoes it.

Her breasts are purple, like the rest of her, with dark areolae and nipples that are definitely only stiff because of the cold air, not anything else, haha. (They’re not the only thing of hers that is stiff right now, but she’s trying desperately to ignore that at the moment.) Kris’s hand descends on one of them; nudges it, squeezes it, the softness pillowing through their warm touch like marshmallows.

Even as Susie moans, her mind is racing. This is just… bros being bros. Yeah. Yeah. She can do this, and like it, without endangering her first real friendship. For reals. Bros do this sort of stuff all the time. In fact…

She steals a glance at Kris’s loins and gulps. There’s some tenting there. Something straining. Damn, she’d really… really like to see it… to feel it and grip it… But, heh. Why shouldn’t she? Kris was exploring her, and of course a true bro would explore right back. Right? Right. Right!

Kris’s breath hisses out of them as Susie reaches down to their pantline. They knead her breasts even harder, roll their hips up to meet her. “Hell yeah,” Susie says. “Prime bro move right there.”

Kris blinks, meets her eyes, raises an eyebrow. “What…?” They ask. Ah, shit. Right. The thing about inner monologues is that they’re inner monologues. “Well,” Susie stammers out as she undoes her friend’s pants. She can feel Kris’s hardness pushing against her hand, just waiting to be unleashed. (And that’s not the only hardness waiting to be unleashed hahahaha don’t think about that not right nowwwwwwwww that’s for later!) “You know, Kris, we’re, uh. Bros?” Kris’s trousers are down around their knees. The temperature is making their skin rise in little goosebumps. Their underwear is tight around their erection, leaving nothing to the imagination. “And bros…” She’s thumbing a claw under the underwear’s elastic (oh fuck oh fuck this is it this is really it, calling all hands this is NOT a drill the dragon has landed, repeat, the dragon has—) and tugging… it… lower…

And suddenly Kris is free, their penis just right there in the air, and Susie’s voice is shallow, her eyes wide like a child seeing presents on holiday morning.

“They, um.” Words. Words are hard. “They help… each other, um…”

Her hand is trembling. She can’t reach further. She’s wanted this for so so so long but Kris is a friend and dammit she can’t fuck this up, not this, she can’t fuck up again, not with Kris they’re too important…

Kris’s other hand, the one not on her chest, touches her wrist. She blinks out of her reverie. Her friend is looking at her.

“You okay?” Their voice is like the autumn leaves. Like the embers. The stars.

Breathe, Susie. Breathe. It comes through. She breathes. And smiles.

“Yeah,” she says. “Go ahead.”

Kris’s hand leads her own down to their still-erect cock. It has nothing on Susie’s own (but then she’d suspect few would) but it’s firm and respectable and enticing. It’s clear Kris trims around there, keeps it clean and devoid of hair. Her fingers nudge the base and she takes control, gripping it tight. Kris’s voice arches high and needy, and she pumps her hand up and down, once, and Kris blushes, murmuring thanks.

Then they bend their mouth to her chest and start sucking her tit.

Susie’s body reels from the sensation, it feels… it feels… aw hell, it feels great, affirming, their friend has a mouth on one tit and a hand on the other, and Susie’s breasts are receiving attention and feeling aces, just A+, hell yeah.

She pumps Kris’s cock up and down, her scaled hand gliding smoothly over the surface, no need for lube (cause fuck yeah, dragons rule and they definitely don’t have tails) and Kris shudders with every arcing pump, and they’re sucking at her harder, leaving little kisses against her nipple, their hand squishing and needing, and fuck, Susie’s voice is moaning up to mingle with the smoke and the leaves and the night sky, and Kris’s voice is muffled against her breasts but she can tell it’s good for them, so so good…

Susie dips her hand lower, down to Kris’s sack, and she gently plays with it, toying the sensitive purse around with her fingers and making her friend whip tight with electric pleasure, hell yeah, #1 bro move, you got this bro? Yeah, she got this. In response, Kris takes her sensitive nipple in their teeth, oh-so-softly scraping it back and forth, leaving her so tender she wants to burst, and then they wriggle their tongue against the tip—

And suddenly Susie is sobbing, her hips hiking upwards as she thrusts against nothing, and ah dammit she’s cumming and she didn’t even take her pants off, and the semen is splashing against her underwear and staining it, leaving it sticky and moist…

She coasts, panting, down from her orgasm, her breathing hot and shallow, her balls tight and tingly, and Kris lifts their head from her chest, a tiny little string of spit connecting their tongue and her nipple. They’re looking intriguedly at her groin.

Ah, fukkit. She doesn’t have to worry about Kris being weird about this. Hell, they’re going through something similar… “Yeah,” Susie says, and she’s surprised by how throaty her voice is. Damn, she came hard. “Go ahead.”

Nodding, Kris pulls down her pants, revealing a cum-soaked set of frill-less panties valiantly struggling to hold back a towering erection. Susie whimpers as Kris’s act of pulling her underwear free brushes up against her cock.

And then it’s there, out in the open. It’s purple, like the rest of her, near the base, but reddens the more you go up, until it’s a lush plum color near the tip. The flickering firelight plays off of it in hypnotic patterns. Cum is still smeared around the tip, coloring the air with its scent. She’s still hard and still ready to go.

Kris gently pries her hand off their own cock and then they’re straddling her, thighs on thighs and hips on hips and cock against cock, their hands are pressing down against hers and both their voices intermingle and then Kris dips their hips low and presses against her and the pressure is wild and delightful and Susie is moaning anew.

The frottage continues, Kris taking the lead and Susie happy to let them, their own cock pressing down with a regular beat against Susie’s, and despite her recent orgasm she’s soon erect again and more than capable of pressing back, the pressure delicious and unforgettable.

Their hands clasp tight, fingers playing and interlocking, and Kris is blushing, and Susie is too, she can feel it, and both their mouths are open, tongues lolling, and Kris is getting closer and closer—

And then Kris locks lips with her and Susie moans with desperate pleasure against them as the two of them passionately make out (as bros do, of course) their tongues pressing and swirling and nudging and wrestling against each other, and the two of them are both pressing their hips to each other like mad, as if mashing their dicks against each other is the secret to eternal life, and oh fuck, Kris’s weight is against her breasts too, that fuckin rules, and Susie really doesn’t want this to end…

Damn, she’s had dreams like this… happy ones, spicy ones… And it’s just a cavalcade of sensory information. Touch—the pressure of Kris’s cock against her own and the warmth of their hand in hers. Sound—their muffled moans playing against one another, the lewd thlk as they make out. Sight—Kris’s face staring down at her, framed by the starry sky. Taste—their tongue invading her mouth, making her shudder as it strokes her gums and the base of her own tongue.

And oh fuck, the smell… their little campsite is like a symphony of smells, like an art gallery decided to put on a show titled HOTTEST SMELLS GUARANTEED TO ATTRACT A PURPLE DRAGONLING (FUCK YEAH) STARRING: SUSIE AND HER BEST BRO KRIS. There’s the smell of autumn foliage, of trees with sunset leaves and of soil rich with plants ready to go asleep. The smoky smell of a smoldering campfire, so appealing. There is the cold air, which has a smell all its own, crisp and clear and invigorating. The smell of Susie’s own cum, wafting through the air, broadcasting her arousal with a sharp, pungent stickiness, inviting the smeller to explore her body. Her own sweat and Kris’s, intermingling to the point they might as well be one, sharp and honest and free. The smell of marshmallows, sweet and somehow nostalgic even though this is her first campout (are they all gonna be like this, holy fuck). And as an undercurrent to it all: Kris’s apple shampoo, sweet and alluring and delicious, smelling like comfort and friendship. Fuck. Why’s she attracted to her friend’s shampoo of all things?

Kris plunges their tongue deep into her mouth, almost to the base of her throat, and Susie whines and raises her hips, frotting as hard as possible. She sucks on their tongue, sucks it tighter, tighter until she feels Kris tensing against her, their voice rising in the air…

Finally, Kris breaks free with a wet sound, staring down at her, and then they move their head down to her penis, mouth wide, tongue out—

And oh fuck, okay, dick-sucking might be a bit far even for bros, and before she knows it Susie is catching their wrist and they’re looking back at her in concern.

“W-wait, Kris,” she says. Fuck. Her voice is still throaty from orgasm and arousal, and Kris’s mouth is gleaming in the firelight from the sloppy makeout session. She can only imagine she looks the same. “Kris, um. I.” Damn. Why are words so fucking hard sometimes.

“Hey, Susie. You okay? You… wanted this, right?” Their voice is quiet, brimming with self-doubt.

Ah, fuck! “Yes! Yeah!” she exclaims. “Yeah, it’s just… Kris, I…” She swallows. “We’re friends, right?”

They nod.

“I just don’t want… this… to like. Ruin that. Or color it, even. I, I, fuck. The s-sex so far is, um, good.” She looks away. “But like. I’d rather keep a friend and never have sex then lose them because things between us got weird. Y’know? Cause I like… I love you, bro. Not in that way! But like, you’re a friend—my best friend. My first friend. And fuck, I can’t… this can’t get fucked up!”

Silence holds for a moment, and then Kris smiles. “I love you too, Susie. And I know what you mean. Not like that. But friend-love, it’s… it’s different, but not less, right?”

She nods. Right.

“I don’t think… this would ruin that friend-love,” they continue. “But if you want me to stop, I’ll stop.”

She considers it for a moment. “If you don’t think it would change things, then… yeah, I’d love to have my dick sucked, bro.”

Grinning, Kris dips their head low, only for Susie to halt them again. “Uh, wait…”

Kris glances up. Susie shrugs, looking abashed.

“It’s, uh, cold? Y’know? Out here?” It’s true. The fire’s nearly dead. “Can we, um. Go into the tent?”

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The nylon walls reverberate with Susie’s voice and the loud slurping of Kris sucking her cock.

The dragonling is on her knees, legs slightly spread, fondling her breasts and moaning at the touch. Her friend’s bent over her, head bobbing back and forward, cradling her penis in wet warmth as their tongue lathers her with attention. When Kris sucks the tip, Susie is graced with waves of pleasure.

“Fuck, Kris, that’s the good stuff…” Susie’s voice is hot. “Fuck, bro…”

Instead of responding, Kris dips even lower, and Susie whines as her cock nudges the back of their throat. “Ah, Kris, d’ya really want me to…”

They inch out the barest of nods. “Mhm.” They hold there, waiting for her to do more.

“Well fuck,” she growls. “Fine by me.” Resting her hands on the side of their face, she hikes into them, feeling their throat part around her—and then she’s nearly all the way inside.

Kris’s whole body tenses and trembles and they keen out a soft, pathetic, luscious sound of bliss through their nose. They swallow once around her thick dick, the act massaging her cock with a firm wetness and making her hiss. Kris releases a sound kinda like glrkh and they quiver but then do it again.

Sighing with bliss, Susie reaches a hand down to their throat. It’s bulging around her hugeness, swollen and tender, and they whine at the barest touch. “Hot damn,” she says, “you’re good at this.” Then, marshaling her breath, she really gives it to them.

She’s fucking her friend’s throat.

Kris’s whole body seems to melt as Susie slides out of them only to rocket back in. They moan in a high, wordless tone, and they swallow again around her, the act seemingly involuntary. Grinning, feeling impeccable, Susie slides in and out again—and then again—each time going a little bit faster, a little bit harder. Before long she’s fucking them at a good pace, their upper body shaking with the motion, their voice whimpering blissful, and the heat of their mouth and their throat is massaging her cock like nothing she’d ever dreamed.

“Fuck yeah, Kris,” Susie grunts, “this fuckin’ rocks. I need to throat-fuck more often…” She bucks in and they whimper. Bucks in again. The pace of it feels so smooth, like gliding. She hilts in them, sliding so far in that Kris’s entire throat is bulging out, their lips kissing the base of her cock down where it meets her balls. Heh… if she came, would it splash directly in their stomach? Seems kinda hot…

Whimpering, Kris taps her three times on the inner thigh in rapid succession, the pre-arranged sign that they want to stop. Susie immediately slides out and the moment her dick is free, Kris slumps over, heaving for breath.

“Aw, fuck, Kris, sorry!” She means every word. “Did I go too hard? Are you okay?”

“M’fine,” they respond, and she almost winces at their voice. Ah fuck, it sounds raw. “That was really good, but… kinda hard to breathe at the end…”

“Yeah, I getcha,” she says. “Sorry again. You wanna stop for the night?”

Kris shakes their head. “Don’t have to apologize. I’m up for more, actually, just… my throat could use a rest…” On their hands and knees, they turn and present themself to her. Susie’s breath hitches. Their puckered ass is right on display. “But I have other holes,” they say.

Susie swallows dryly. Fuck, that’s hot—and her dick is aching for more. But… “You sure?” she asks. “We don’t got any lube and I’m, uh, pretty big…”

Kris nods. “You’re nice and slick from everything else we’ve done.” Well, that’s true. “If it’s not good, I’ll let you know.”

Relief floods her. Yeah, she trusts them. “Aight,” she says. Crawling over to them, she rests one hand on their ass (the act making them jump a bit) and lines up her cock with their hole.

“Just, um.” Their voice is both nervous and excited. “Take it slow? Soft?”

“Can do, bro,” Susie replies warmly. Then she presses oh-so-gently into them—

Heaven.

Kris coos as she pushes inside, the warmth of their ass slowly parting to allow her in, and the human’s breath claws out of them in a long, lusty stream. Fuck. Maybe it’s just her imagination, but Kris is so tight that Susie imagines that she can feel their heartbeat pulsing against her dick…

She holds for a moment like that, nothing more than her tip and a little bit extra inside of them, then she leans over to their ear. “You good?” she asks.

They murble something incoherent in response, but it sounds positive, and they still have the signal—three quick taps. Keeping an ear out for them, Susie slides just a biiiit further in.

Kris’s voice breaks and they squeeze around Susie. She gasps, stopping her slow ascent, and feels her cock throb in response. Fuck, this is… it’s good, really good.

She rests her hand comfortingly on their back. “You’re doing great,” she says. “Do you want to take a break?” They shake their head. “A little more?” A soft nod.

Well, alright then. She nudges just a bit deeper inside and feels Kris part around them even more. The tightness is exquisite, the pressure unreal. She’s going as slow and as gentle as she can, but given her natural hugeness, that can only soften the metaphorical blow so much. Kris keens around her. She’s already decided not to put her whole length inside.

Finally reaching the apex of how far she’s comfortable going in, she holds for a second, and then gives them warning: “I’m gonna slide out a bit, alright? And push back in. I won’t go any farther than this.”

Their hands are balled against the tent floor, the knuckles pale from how tight they’re gripping. They nod once more.

“Right then,” Susie mutters. She hitches out, the going fairly easy thanks to how slick her penis already is. (Plus, dragonflesh is always smoother than others give it credit for.) She slooooowly slides out until her tip is squatting in them, gives them a comforting pat, and then goes back in again.

It’s a little easier this time around and she slides in more smoothly, and Kris releases a series of soft, blissful sounds underneath her. “Welllll done,” she praises. “Kris, you’re the best bro ever.” They tighten again at that and she hisses at the pressure.

She goes as far in as before, holds there, slides out again—and before long she’s gently, ever-so-gently fucking her friend’s ass, the two of them holding close, sharing warmth, breathing in tandem. Kris is sobbing softly beneath her, the sound one of delicate bliss, and she thrusts lushly inside of them, feeling their tightness against her. She brushes against something and they tense, their voice stuttering and breaking as their solid cock jets directly down onto the tent floor, holy fuck, Kris is into this…

And knowing that she made her friend cum sets Susie going, and before long the dragon can feel it building, her second orgasm of the night, her cock throbbing strong and hard.

“Keep it in,” Kris mumbles, face down in the floor. “I want it in…”

Fuck, that was hot. Well, Susie wasn’t about to deny her bro. She holds in and cums and Kris shudders and coos again as she paints their insides with cum.

Both of them tired and spent and hot, they slump together on their sides, spooning, Susie on the outside. The dragon’s deflating cock still squats in Kris’s ass. She starts moving her hips to take it out.

“Wait,” Kris says. “Want it in me still.”

Susie nuzzles against their shoulder. “You sure?”

They nod sleepily. Well, who was she to deny them that. That would be decidedly un-bro-like of her. The two of them hold together tightly, basking in their closeness, and Susie finally says, “Kris, I mean it. You’re… my best friend.”

“Yeah.” Their voice is soft and beatific. They sound like they’re floating on air. “You too, Susie.”

And as slumber calls to her—to them both—Susie can’t help but reflect that in the end, everything turned out all right after all.