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For the first time in far too long, Jennifer was completely relaxed: lying in the bath, the air filled with soft music, broken only by the occasional swish of water as she reached for the glass of champagne or bowl of her favourite chocolates sat within easy reach.

The vixen couldn't recall the last time she had felt so free of stress; certainly not in the last year or more, since her business had started suffering due to the fraud being committed by the directors. Thankfully, that was now all in the past: the board imprisoned, much of the money recovered, and the funds she had personally injected finally repaid. That last fact was the cause of her private celebration tonight, as it marked the end of her need to be directly involved with the company, at least for a while.

Jennifer sighed: not that being at home was easy, either. Her absence for some months had been necessary, but on her return she had felt like a stranger in her own household. Routines that had once revolved around her had shifted. Contents of cupboards had moved, and supplies of her favourite foods had dwindled as her slaves replaced them with their own preferences. Luna had always had a rather dominant personality, and the wolfess had taken over as de facto head of the household without the vixen around to keep her in her place.

Well, that would all change soon enough. The schedule in the mansion had already been disrupted when her three slaves were joined by an unexpected fourth. Storm, the hermaphrodite dragoness that Jennifer - or rather, Sky - had rescued from a near-lifetime of abuse had originally only been staying with them until her wounds were healed, but even before her true personality had re-emerged, everyone had taken a liking to her. Now that she was herself again, any thoughts of selling her had been forgotten; not least because she had been the one, even in her withdrawn state, to find the clue that had led to the unravelling of Jennifer's financial difficulties. As for re-asserting her authority, that would be remarkably easy for one who knew her slaves as well as she did.

With a smile of reminiscence, she finally remembered when she had last felt so care-free. She had returned from work, irritated at... something. Her slaves had proceeded to pamper her that evening, at Sky's suggestion. She had thanked him by tying him to her bed, where she and the others had proceeded to tickle and tease the poor dragon into confessing all his kinks. That had been his true welcome into their household, and she knew it was a fond memory for all of them.

Sky's presence had changed so much in her life; everything from the revelation that magic existed and he could use it, down to the simple presence of a male when she played with her slaves. She had enjoyed all the training she had given him since his arrival, though that training had started to focus on his skills with magic before her unfortunate absence.

The vixen grinned slightly. Maybe it was time to restart Sky's more mundane training. Then there was Storm, who would presumably need magic training as well; not to mention practice in various other skills the vixen intended to impart to her. At some point, she would need to be introduced to the pleasures of the bedroom, though that would wait until Jennifer was sure she was ready for it after her experiences at the hands of her previous owner. And, of course, Luna needed to be reminded who was really the alpha wolf in their relationship. And Tali's wardrobe seemed to have got even more outrageous recently...

Jennifer smiled to herself, popped another chocolate into her mouth, then sank beneath the water, leaving just her nose breaking the surface. The life of a slave-owner was far from simple, but her plans could wait until tomorrow.

***

There was a knock on the door to the lounge. "Come in!" called Jennifer, shaking her head.

Hesitantly, the door opened, and Storm's head appeared from behind it. "You wanted to see me, My Lady?" she asked.

"Yes, I do. Come in, Storm" said the vixen. "And you didn't have to knock; this is your home, too. You only need to ask permission to enter the bedrooms." The dragoness nodded, and entered the room. Jennifer knew Storm would still be knocking on doors for a while. Though she had become friends with her fellow slaves, she was still rather nervous around her owner. The vixen snorted quietly. "You can sit down, if you want" she said, amused.

Once the dragoness was seated, Jennifer continued. "I want to talk to you about your future, Storm." Seeing the look of fear flash briefly through Storm's eyes, she quickly reassured her. "Don't worry; I'm not going to sell you. I just want to talk about your duties around the mansion."

Storm looked relieved for a moment, then regained her nervous attitude. "My Lady, I know the main duty the others perform, but... I can't."

Jennifer smiled kindly. "I know you don't want to join us when we play. None of us will ever force you to do something you don't want to. When you're ready, we'll be waiting. If you're never ready, we'll be disappointed - particularly Sky, I suspect - but we'll respect that." The vixen smothered a grin when Storm blushed as she mentioned Sky. Watching the dragoness when she was embarrassed, surprised, or otherwise got emotional was becoming something of a hobby for her. Storm's purple scales shifted as she moved, revealing a layer of white scales underneath, which looked very much like lightning across her body. When she blushed, the lightning started to glow softly. Of course, when the dragoness noticed this was happening, she just blushed harder.

"My Lady," said Storm, "it's not that I don't want to join in, it's that I can't. I know I'm not supposed to be ashamed of being a herm, but I am. And every time I think about... being with all of you, my body freezes with fear, and all I can think about is the abuse I suffered before you rescued me."

The vixen could understand Storm's feelings, so let the subject drop for now. Instead, she went over the dragoness's duties in the mansion, and made sure she understood all her rules; particularly those relating to honesty.

Once she was done, she sat back and looked contemplatively at her slave. "There's one more thing I want to talk about" she said. "I want you to consider reclaiming your place as one of the Privileged."

Storm froze, her eyes wide. Her lightning patterns began to glow. "I- I don't understand..."

"It's quite simple: your parents were Privileged. They left all their wealth to you, but everyone thought you had died in the same accident as them. Now you are officially alive again, that wealth is yours. Technically, it's mine as your owner, but I have no intention of claiming it. It will go in a trust fund ready for the time when we agree you are ready for it."

"But there's no way a slave could become one of the Privileged!"

"Why not? All it takes is enough money to pay off all your debts, plus enough savings to live off the interest. After that, it's mostly just a matter of paperwork; taxes, donations, that sort of thing. Not all Privileged are billionaires, or even millionaires. Some just live in comfortable retirement, having earned enough to qualify through their careers."

"But... slaves can't earn money..."

"No, but they can be given it. There's nothing to stop me handing you the account details and you becoming Privileged today." Seeing the continuing look of disbelief on Storm's face, Jennifer stood and turned so she was side on to the dragoness. Taking her tail in her hand, she pulled it to one side, revealing a band of leather resting at the base of her tail. "None of the others have ever asked me about this. Sometimes I think they haven't even noticed it. This band was made from my slave collar, Storm."

Storm's jaw dropped as her markings flared with shock.

"Yes, I was a slave. I was told my parents were deep in debt, and sold me to pay for my older brother's education. I was very young at the time, but I understood I had been sacrificed so he could have a better future. I don't begrudge him that future, or regret the difficult decision my parents were forced to make. In the end, it turned out even better for me than for him: I was bought by an older member of the Privileged, who began training me as her protégé. She, too, had been a slave once, but her owner had given her enough money to become Privileged herself, as he had been gifted by his owner. She died some years ago, but before then I had 'graduated' and was running my own company." The vixen smiled. "I have every intention of continuing the tradition with you."

Storm took several minutes to gather her thoughts. "I appreciate the thought, My Lady, but... There's no way I could become Privileged. Even with money, I couldn't order people about, or run a company, or even feel comfortable owning a slave."

"I know it seems daunting right now, but there's no rush. I'd like to take you under my wing, so to speak; the others would know nothing of it." She leaned forward, taking the dragoness's hands in hers. "You spent all those years with no hope. Wouldn't you like to have a future, Storm? Wouldn't you like to choose that future for yourself?"

"I... don't know. I'm happy just having a present, My Lady. I don't think I could ever be worthy of being your student."

"You'd make a better pupil than you think." Jennifer smiled. "In fact, I have a way to prove it to you, if you're willing to help me. You see, I've got a little list, and a dragon that needs teasing..."

***

The next morning, all four girls were early to breakfast. Jennifer had explained her latest scheme to Luna and Tali the previous day, though making no mention of Storm being her potential protégé, and both had quickly agreed. Thus they had made sure to be at the table before Sky, in order to see the first stage put into action.

The dragon walked into the room and sat down with a greeting, reaching for the glass of water that was waiting for him. As he brought the glass to his lips, he froze and stared at Jennifer.

"Something wrong, Sky?" she asked innocently. The vixen watched him debate how to phrase his next words, but decided to take pity on him; at least, for now. "Oh, these!" she said, pointing to the pair of glasses she was wearing. "I went to the optician yesterday. Apparently, I've been staring at financial reports and computer screens for so long, it's affected my eyesight. I only need to wear them for a few days though, to give my eyes a rest."

Sky frowned. "I could use my magic to fix your eyesight if you want" he said.

"Oh, no need for that: like I said, it's only a few days. Besides, I rather like the way they make me look; cute and sexy at the same time." She tilted her head, gazing at Sky above the lenses. "Don't you think so, Sky?"

He coughed slightly on the water he had just drunk. "Ye- Yes Mistress, I do!" he stammered, blushing slightly. Luna and Tali exchanged amused glances. Sky had long since earned the right to use Jennifer's name; calling her anything else, especially 'Mistress', was usually reserved for when they were playing.

Jennifer reached for a piece of toast, breaking eye contact, and the blushing dragon hurriedly turned his attention to his own breakfast. As they ate, he kept glancing at the vixen.

When everyone had finished eating, Jennifer stood up. "Before I let you get on with your chores, I need to tell you all something. I'm intending to have a nice, long play session in a few days, and I want everyone raring to go. So no pawing, toying, or otherwise playing until I say so, ok?" She looked around the table, receiving nods of grudging understanding from everyone. "In that case, I'll leave you to your work. I'll be in the library if anyone wants me."

The vixen managed to suppress her grin until she had left the room. As soon as the door was safely shut, she leant against the wall and giggled to herself. The look on Sky's face had been exactly what she was intending. In reality, there was nothing wrong with her eyes; the glasses were just for show. A show for her little dragon, in fact.

The 'no playing' rule was likewise purely for him; the others knew it didn't apply to them, though they would all have to take precautions not to let him catch them. If all went according to plan, the dragon would have no idea how much he was being teased over the next few days. By the time they were finished with him, they'd have him begging. Although if things went as Jennifer hoped, it wouldn't be the vixen he'd be begging to.

***

Sky sat in the hot tub, relaxing after completing his chores. He had been feeling tense since breakfast, though he had no idea why. Likewise, he had no idea why he had greeted Jennifer's 'no playing' edict with such dismay. It was far from the first time she'd given orders like that, although it had been a while as she had been focused on her business recently. And the end results were always worth it. But for some reason, her announcement that morning had immediately left him feeling frustrated. As he was thinking, he looked around the pool room. From its elevated position, the hot tub had a commanding view of the whole area. Which meant he could see clearly when Luna and Storm walked in wearing swimwear.

The outfit the wolfess was wearing looked more like a wetsuit than a swimsuit; every inch of her, from her neck to her ankles and wrists, was covered in tight red fabric which hugged every curve and left very little to the imagination.

Storm's swimsuit, on the other hand, seemed designed to cover as much as possible while looking like it didn't. The one-piece black outfit covered her chest and her belly, but her back was exposed It was also cut very high at the hips, and low at the neck. It, too, seemed more like a second skin than an item of clothing; even the scale plates on her chest were visible through the material.

Sky watched as Luna made some passing remark to the dragoness, then ran to the pool and dived in. Storm followed at a more hesitant pace, sitting on the edge with her legs barely in the water. By the time she was seated, Luna had already reached the far end of the pool and was on her way back. The wolfess spotted Sky in the hot tub and gave him a wave. Jumping out of the pool, she ran over.

"I'm giving Storm a swimming lesson" she said, approaching. She leaned over the edge of the pool, inadvertently stretching her swimsuit tight over her breasts. Sky was grateful the bubbles made the water hard to see through, as he could feel a certain tightness begin in his own swimming trunks. "It'll help her body get back in shape. And I wanted to try out my new swimsuit. Do you like it?" she asked.

"It's very... erm... nice" he ventured.

"It's a little tight on me," she said, spinning on the spot, "but that's the price you pay for the latest swimming technology these days." She leaned in closer, again testing the fabric's elasticity. "It's a good job the water's nice and warm" she said with a wink. "My nipples would stick out like bullets if it was colder." She waited while Sky recovered from a coughing fit, then gave him a look. "Want to join us?" she asked.

"Er, no thanks. I'm ok here" he replied.

"Ok. Well, have fun watching!" said the wolfess with a wink, as she ran back to the pool.

For the next half hour, Sky watched as Luna coaxed the reluctant dragoness into the water and taught her the basics of swimming. His trunks were set to straining yet again when Storm started floating on her back, her breasts rising from the water. His distress was made even worse when the Luna decided to support the dragoness's head in her own ample cleavage. That proved too much for the poor dragon, and he beat a hasty retreat while they were otherwise occupied.

As soon as he was gone, Luna and Storm looked at each other and started laughing. "Phase two successful!" said the wolfess.

Storm blushed slightly, her markings glowing softly. "I think he was reacting to you, not to me."

"Nonsense; he left when you started floating. I'd say the point goes to you."

"Given what you did with your... erm, support... I'd say it was you" replied the dragoness, blushing further. She hadn't been expecting the wolfess's manoeuvre, and had barely managed to contain her own embarrassment, for fear of giving the game away.

"Well, whatever did it, I'd say that went exactly as Jennifer wanted." Luna smiled at the blushing dragoness. "Shall we continue your swimming lesson?"

***

Jennifer sat at the breakfast table the next day, watching Sky. So far, he was lasting fairly well against their teasing, but she had expected nothing less. Today was going to be a fairly light day in regards to her plans for him, but only because it would set up so many more opportunities down the line.

She was also making progress with Storm: the dragoness had no idea she was being targeted as well, albeit from a different angle. Getting her into a fairly revealing swimsuit the previous day had been Jennifer's plan. Luna's cleavage support stunt hadn't been in the script, but couldn't have worked out better.

The vixen sat back in her seat. Sky was already at the table, and seemed to have written off the previous day's events as his imagination. That was fine with her; she didn't want him to figure things out until the last moment. Today's first scheme was risky from that point of view, but the poor little dragon was still naive enough to fall victim to it. Sky took a long drink of orange juice just as Tali and Storm walked into the room. As soon as he saw them, a fair amount of it came back out through his nose.

"Morning everyone!" said Tali, paying no attention to the now-coughing dragon.

Jennifer took her cue. "Would you mind explaining why Storm is wearing one of Sky's shirts? And whether she's wearing anything else?"

Tali grinned. "She's got a pair of his boxers on as well." That pronouncement was met with more coughing from Sky.

Storm's lightning markings flared brightly with her embarrassment. "I seem to have run out of clean clothes, My Lady" she said shyly.

"Tali, you were in charge of laundry this week" said Jennifer, fighting desperately to sound annoyed rather than amused. "What happened?"

"I forgot she doesn't have as many outfits as the rest of us. I put her clothes in one of the later loads and they're still drying. They'll be done in an hour, but she couldn't come to breakfast naked-" Jennifer suppressed a laugh: Tali was twisting the knife perfectly with that one "-so I suggested she borrow some of Sky's clothes. They're the only ones with wing slits, and a she needed a tail-hole big enough to fit her."

The vixen sighed. "Fine. Just don't let it happen again." She looked at Storm speculatively. "I suppose we should get you some more outfits." She pretended to consider for a moment. "Ok, girls: shopping expedition today." As Tali and Luna cheered, she turned to look at Sky. "I hope you don't mind staying behind? I doubt you'd enjoy being dragged around all the clothes stores. We'll leave after everyone's housework is complete, so you can have some time to yourself."

Sky, still trying to clear the juice from his nostrils, blushing profusely and refusing to look in Storm's direction, simply nodded his assent.

***

After fitting Storm with a temporary collar, the four women drove to the city. To Tali's disappointment, Jennifer had not chosen one of her sports cars for the journey due to the number of passengers, and the amount of clothing they intended to return with. To Luna's dismay, she had instead chosen one of her fastest GTs. While the vixen's driving was somewhat more controlled than Tali's - which would usually leave the wolfess shaking and terrified at the end of a journey - she still drove faster than Luna preferred.

Leaving the car with the valet, the group walked into the airy, sunlit interior of the city's most exclusive fashion mall. Jennifer soon found herself having to control two slaves with very different tastes in clothing, both trying to convince a third that their favourite stores were better. Storm herself was not helping: she was either agreeing with both of them, or trying to hide behind Jennifer.

Eventually, the vixen had asserted her authority and told the wolfess and skunkette to go and buy three outfits of their choosing for Storm. She knew they would probably acquire some items of their own as well, but she didn't mind that. In the mean time, she would take Storm with her, and try to find some clothes that the dragoness actually wanted - though that last remark remained unvoiced. They would meet up four hours later at a café.

Two hours into their shopping trip, Jennifer was beginning to despair of finding anything Storm liked. It wasn't that the dragoness was being too picky; she just didn't seem to have any real opinion about anything she tried on. The vixen decided to give up on casual ware for now, trusting the other girls to buy something suitable. Instead, she intended to proceed with a different part of her plans. Looking around quickly, she pulled Storm into a nearby restroom.

"What's wrong, My Lady?" asked the dragoness.

"Nothing wrong" she replied. "We're just about to do something a little bit illegal, that's all." As Storm frowned in confusion, Jennifer reached up and took the dragoness's collar off. Her eyes went wide; widening further as the vixen attached a small pin to her shirt: the mark of a member of the Privileged.

"My Lady, what are you doing? I'm a slave! I can't wear that, and I have to wear a collar in public!"

Jennifer hushed the dragoness, making sure no one had overheard them. "The only thing stopping you from wearing that pin legally is a piece of paper, Storm. Besides, slaves aren't allowed in the place I'm taking you, even to accompany their Privileged owners. Consider this part of your training." As Storm opened her mouth to protest, Jennifer glared at her. "You're not about to argue with your owner, are you, slave?" she asked. As Storm timidly shook her head, the vixen smiled to take away the bite of her previous tone. "Trust me; we're not going to do anything that will get either of us into trouble. In fact, you won't have to do much of anything; I'll do most of the talking. But I need to change the usual rules for a moment: while we're in the next shop, you are to address me as Jennifer. You are to be ruthlessly honest if asked your opinion on the outfits in there, but you are allowed to evade questions, or outright lie, to conceal the fact that you are not a member of the Privileged. Understood?" Storm nodded.

"Good. Remember: for now, you're a member of the Privileged, and will carry yourself as befits someone of that status. So, chin up, no avoiding people staring at you, no hiding behind me, and no looking to me for advice." With that, Jennifer walked from the restroom. Taking a deep breath, Storm followed.

Fortunately, the shop Jennifer was heading for was some way from their current location, so Storm had time to copy the way she walked. When she occasionally stopped to look in windows, the dragoness carefully watched how she held herself. Unbeknownst to Storm, Jennifer was watching her in return, becoming more and more proud of her slave. By the time they reached the store, Storm's body language had changed from the shy dragoness she had been, to the confident and feminine image the vixen herself used in public.

As they neared the store's entrance, a well-dressed store attendant glanced at their badges and opened the door for them. There came a quiet chime, and within seconds, a young fennec had approached, asking how he could assist them.

Jennifer gave the man a smile, which was instantly mirrored by Storm. "My friend and I need several sets of business attire."

"Of course, My Ladies" came the response. "Would you prefer ready-made, or tailored?"

"Tailored, but we will probably take one or two ready-made outfits as well, for convenience" said Jennifer.

He led them into the store, where he took their measurements. To Jennifer's satisfaction, Storm didn't blush once while he measured her chest. He quickly ran off, returning a few minutes later with a small selection of outfits for them. "If you wouldn't mind, can we start with the pre-made outfits?" he asked. "That way I can get some feel for your tastes before we move on to the tailor-made designs."

Storm was handed the first outfit selected for her, and went to a fitting room to change. While they were waiting, Jennifer discussed various new trends in fashion with the fennec, who while young, proved to be highly knowledgeable. Talking with the vixen, he mentioned that he had worked for the store's owner for many years, and was being trained to take over as the shop's chief designer.

The dragoness emerged from the fitting room wearing a black suit jacket, cream blouse, and black knee-length skirt. She admired herself in a convenient mirror while Jennifer and the fennec waited for her verdict. Storm frowned. "This simply won't do" she said, to the secret amazement of Jennifer, and the less-well concealed dismay of the assistant. "The colour is far to dark for my scales, the shoulders are padded beyond belief, the blouse clashes with my eyes, and the wing slits in this jacket are far too low. No, this won't do at all!"

The fennec's ears went flat; Jennifer imagined he was realising what such a damming condemnation could do for his budding design career. She opened her mouth to reassure him somewhat, when Storm flashed him a warm smile. "Oh, this would look gorgeous on some. In fact," she glanced at the vixen, "our friend Natalia would look absolutely stunning in an outfit like this. But it's just not right for me, and you know how particular we dragons can get." Jennifer was totally astonished: she was tempted to look in the fitting room to see if the real Storm was hiding in there, replaced with her opposite twin.

The fennec, now rather less crestfallen, took a critical look at the outfit. "You're right, My Lady, and I apologise for selecting something so inappropriate."

"Oh, nonsense; you had to start somewhere, and most of the cut is perfect. Now, if black isn't to be my colour this season, what else do you recommend?"

"How about grey, My Lady? Light for the suit and darker for the blouse?"

"That sounds interesting. If you'll bring them to me, I'll change."

As the attendant ran off to fetch the necessary items, Jennifer simply smiled in amazement. "And where has all this been hiding?" she asked.

"I don't know... Jennifer. But I think I may throw up when we leave."

***

For an hour and a half, Storm had maintained her act. During that time, she had exceeded Jennifer's expectations by a huge margin. Instead of simply letting the vixen do most of the talking, she had been rather outgoing, controlling the flow of the conversation, making fashion suggestions to both her owner and the assistant tending to them.

As soon as they had left the store, however, the dragoness had run to the nearest restroom and proved the truth of her previous prediction. Jennifer had simply stroked her back and whispered soothing words as Storm's body reacted to the stress her mind was evidently feeling. She hadn't calmed down entirely until the vixen had restored her temporary collar and removed the Privileged pin.

"I'm very, very proud of you, Storm" said Jennifer. "You did so well in there; better than I ever hoped." The dragoness smiled weakly at her, still feeling the after effects of her ordeal. "We'll switch back to normal rules now, with one exception: I think you've earned the right to use my name from now on."

"Thank you... Jennifer" whispered the dragoness.

With Storm recovered, the pair left for the café where they would meet their companions. They had just ordered drinks when Luna appeared, carrying a number of shopping bags. Jennifer was just about to inspect the garments she had chosen for the dragoness when Tali arrived, carrying at least three times as many bags as the wolfess.

"Just how many of those are for Storm, and how many are for you?" asked Jennifer, raising an eyebrow.

Tali blushed slightly. "Well, more than half are for her" she replied, depositing her purchases on the table.

"Uh huh" said Luna, sceptically, "how many more than half?"

"Erm... One more?" said the now sheepish skunkette.

Jennifer merely rolled her eyes. Letting Tali go shopping by herself had been a risk, and she had almost expected her to return with nothing for Storm, having got distracted in the first shop she visited. More than half her purchases being for the dragoness was a pleasant surprise.

The four women discussed their purchases over drinks, though neither Storm nor Jennifer revealed where they had been, the vixen saying only that the dragoness had proved to have a remarkable sense of fashion, but only in the right circumstances.

Once they had finished, they dropped off their purchases at a mall kiosk, to be delivered to their car. Jennifer smiled at her slaves. It was time to make progress on their plans for Sky, and her own plans for Storm. "Come on, girls" she said. "There are more shops we need to visit before we leave."

She led them through the mall, heading towards a discrete door at one end. As they drew nearer, Luna and Tali's smiles began to widen, while Storm's confusion grew. "Where are we going... Jennifer?" She asked, still uncertain about using her owner's name. Her fellow slaves' eyes grew wide when they realised the vixen had given her permission to use it.

"That door," Jennifer replied, gesturing, "leads to the more adult part of the mall. The rich and famous - particularly the Privileged - often like to pretend they're not really interested in sex; like it's some sort of weakness. The owners of this mall know that, so the really interesting stores are kept separate, where the prudes don't have to look at them, and where perverts like us-" she grinned at Tali and Luna "-can shop to our hearts' content."

Storm slowed her progress, looking at the door apprehensively. "I'm not sure I can go in" she whispered nervously.

The wolfess and skunkette had already walked through the entrance. Jennifer stopped and took the dragoness's hands in hers. Catching her gaze, she smiled at the scared slave. "It's ok, Storm. Nothing and no one beyond that door will hurt you. Most of the shops simply stock clothing that's a little too exotic for the rest of the mall, that's all. Some are more carnal, yes, but you don't have to go in if you don't want to; you don't even have to look in the window."

Holding on tightly to the vixen's hand, Storm took a deep breath and followed the others.

***

So far, the four girls had spent an hour in the mall's adult annex, and Storm's markings had been glowing with embarrassment the whole time. Her fellow slaves, at Jennifer's encouragement, had been trying on skimpier and skimpier outfits, and had also bought some for the dragoness, though she had been far too nervous to picture what she would look like in them, let alone try them on.

Eventually, Jennifer had guided them towards one of the truly mature stores. Luna and Jennifer had walked blithely in; only Tali, who had been walking behind Storm, noticed when the dragoness paused some way from the entrance. She had watched, fascinated, as the apparent fear in her eyes had changed to determination. Storm had seemed to shake herself, and walked towards the door almost a different person. She was walking like their owner.

When Storm entered the store, she found Jennifer waiting for her. Despite pretending not to, she had seen her pause outside, and smiled with approval at the way she held herself. It seemed the dragoness had decided to use her Privileged mannerisms as armour against the dread she was feeling. The vixen leaned closer to Storm as the dragoness walked past. "If you want to throw up when we're done, feel free" she murmured. The still-glowing dragoness nodded her thanks and proceeded deeper into the store. The four went their separate ways inside, all interested in (or feigning interest in) different things.

***

Luna had been browsing for around fifteen minutes when she found Storm. The dragoness's gaze was fixed on a wall that was covered in whips, crops, and other implements of corporal punishment. As the wolfess drew closer, she could see the dragoness's poise had failed, and she was staring in terror. Luna knew enough of Storm's past to realise the dragoness was probably reliving memories of having similar equipment used on her. She, too, had painful memories of such things, though not as bad as the dragoness's were.

Carefully, Luna moved next to Storm and put a hand on her shoulder. The dragoness jumped, markings flaring with shock. When she recognised the wolfess, she threw her arms around her and buried her head. Luna could hear faint sniffles starting. For a few moments, the wolfess simply held her fellow slave, whispering comforting words to her.

After a while, Storm pulled her head back and smiled at Luna. "Thank you" she said. "I... I was... For a moment, I was back with my last owner; she had a collection like this, and... and all I could think of was the pain each one gave me."

"Jennifer has a collection like this, too" said Luna. "And yes, they can cause a lot of pain. But they're just tools: they do what the user makes them do. Here." Luna pulled the reluctant dragoness closer to the display and took down a flogger with tails made of velvet. "Touch this" she said. Storm tentatively reached out a hand and brushed it against the fronds. "Did that hurt?" The dragoness shook her head. Gently, Luna pulled one of Storm's arms out in front of her and trailed the flogger over it. "Did that hurt?" she asked again.

Storm shook her head once more. "No. It... sort of tickles."

"Would you mind extending a wing for me?" prompted Luna. When the dragoness complied, the wolfess dragged the flogger's tails over the surface. "Does that hurt?"

Storm's lightning patterns glowed slightly. "No." The glow grew brighter. "Actually... that feels a bit... nice."

Grinning, Luna continued to trail the fronds over the wing's surface, watching as Storm blushed slightly brighter with each pass. Then, without warning, she drew back the flogger and flicked it so the tips softly impacted Storm's chest. The dragoness gave a yelp and pulled away. "Did that hurt, Storm? Honestly?"

Storm took a breath. "No, it didn't. I was just surprised." She smiled shyly at the wolfess. "Thank you Luna. I think I'll be ok now."

Luna smiled back. She twirled the flogger for a moment before draping it over her shoulder. "I think we'll buy this for you and hang it in your room." She winked. "In case you want to run it over your wings in private." With a laugh, she left the brilliantly-glowing dragoness and walked off.

***

Jennifer walked through the store, idly glancing at various implements and costumes. She had seen Storm's panic near the whips, and Luna's intervention; the wolfess would be well rewarded for handling the situation so expertly. As Storm wandered off, the vixen followed discreetly, wanting to see what she was showing an interest in.

After a while, the dragoness had stopped by a rack of latex clothing. Pretending she had just been passing by, the vixen paused and asked her if it interested her.

"It's strange" Storm answered. "It's even smoother than dragon hide. And so shiny."

"Would you like to try some on?" asked Jennifer. Blushing, the dragoness nodded. The vixen looked around and found a pair of long gloves. The fingers were cut off, so the wearer wouldn't have to worry about tears if they had claws. "How about this?"

Slowly, Storm pulled the glove up her arm. The inside was coated so as not to catch on fur; it provided even less resistance to her smooth scales. When it was fitted, the dragoness spent a long moment admiring the way the light reflected off it.

Jennifer watched Storm's fascination with the latex. "Imagine how you'd look wearing a whole outfit made of that" she said.

Storm smiled at her owner and bit her lip. "I- I think I'd like that, please." Her markings flared. "But... can they tailor it? Like that other shop? I... I know what it should look like. What I want to look like."

Jennifer expertly hid a grin of triumph.

In the end, all four girls ordered custom-made outfits, as well as buying several other items and costumes; both to use in teasing Sky, and for their own pleasure. Luna made a great show of handing the packaged flogger to Storm.

***

Their next stop was a shop that catered solely to hermaphrodites of every species. For Storm, whose last owner had taught her that herms were abominations, the existence of such a store was something of a revelation, even after months of being told she was perfectly normal by Jennifer and the others. By the time they left, Storm was carrying half a dozen bags filled with clothing and other items to make a herm's life easier. Tali had been quite jealous towards the end, making comments about the luxury of using a restroom standing up, amongst more sexually loaded comments that had once again set the dragoness glowing with embarrassment.

Jennifer looked at her slaves. Storm had changed so much over their shopping trip: going from agreeing with everything the others said and hiding behind her owner, to confidently stating her own opinion. The vixen suspected this was a result of her mind having gone into hiding during her abuse by her previous owner. The more comfortable she became with her new situation, the more her true personality asserted itself.

"I think we're done, girls" the vixen said. "If you're debating any last-minute purchases, now's the time." To her amusement, both Tali and Luna rushed away to get 'one final thing', though she was surprised to see Storm glance towards a shop as well. "What is it, Storm?" she asked. "There's something you want to get?"

The dragoness looked back at her. "No, it's nothing."

Jennifer sighed. "And you've been doing so well today. Are you forgetting my rules on honesty?"

"No, My Lady" Storm answered. "It was just a silly idea."

The vixen gave another sigh and pulled the dragoness towards the store she had been glancing at. After convincing her to say what she wanted, Jennifer had laughed, and happily bought the few accessories Storm was after.

***

The following morning, the girls' proceeded with their next stage of dragon-teasing.

Sky, having completed his chores early, walked into the lounge. As soon as he reached the doorway, he froze. Tali and Storm were dusting. That in itself would hardly give him pause, but both were dressed as French maids.

Tali noticed him in the doorway. "Hello, Sky" she said, waving a feather duster at him. "Something we can help you with?"

"Erm, not really." He blushed. "W-why are you wearing... that?"

Tali looked down at her costume. "Nice, aren't they? Jennifer bought them for us yesterday. She said with the amount of cleaning we do, we should look the part." She gave him a wink. "She bought us all nurse's outfits as well, for the next time we have to take care of someone."

"Well, I hope you won't need those too often" said Sky, trying not to glance at Storm, who was facing away from him, dusting a table.

"I hope so too, but if we need them, you won't be left out: she bought one for you as well."

Sky's blush deepened. "I didn't know they made male-nurse's costumes."

The skunkette grinned at him. "Who said anything about a male outfit?" The dragon's eyes went wide. "Oh, and I think she may have bought a maid costume for you, too. It would be a shame if we didn't all match!"

At that moment, there came a clatter as Storm's dusting knocked a pile of magazines onto the floor. With a cry, she bent down to pick them up. As she did, her tail rose, lifting the edge of her skirt and displaying her panties for all to see.

Tali, who hadn't been expecting that particular event, hastily smothered laughter as Sky blushed the reddest he had been in months. "Here, let me help you" she called to Storm, running over and likewise reaching down. As she, too, lifted her tail, she heard a strangled cry and the patter of hurried footsteps. A quick glance confirmed Sky had fled the room. She grinned at Storm. "You're evil" she said. "I like you!"

The dragoness returned her grin with one equally wide. "Did Jennifer really buy a maid costume for him as well?" she asked.

"No, but I think we should suggest it to her, don't you?"

***

The fourth and final day of teasing began with a yawning Sky joining the girls at the breakfast table.

"Something wrong?" asked Luna.

The dragon gave another yawn. "I didn't sleep very well last night, that's all." In truth, his night had been filled with dreams of purple dragonesses in maid costumes, broken only by bouts of frustration as he laboured under Jennifer's 'no pawing' restriction. The poor dragon had still yet to realise what was going on.

Jennifer glanced at him. "Well, I'm afraid you won't be getting much sleep tonight, either" she said. "The play session I mentioned before will be this evening. I hope you've all obeyed my restrictions." She gave each of her slaves a mock-scowl. There was a chorus of three 'yes, mistress's, accompanied by one blushing dragoness.

"In the meantime," she said, looking to Storm, "that package you've been waiting for has arrived. Sky can help you set up in the pool area after you've both finished your chores." Sky looked intrigued, but Storm simply nodded her understanding.

***

Sky spent the morning doing his chores well away from his fellow slaves; partly to avoid more maid outfit dreams, and partly to avoid getting fitted with one himself. Having successfully avoided the latter, if not the former, he walked into the pool room after lunch to assist Storm with whatever package had arrived.

He found her dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, holding a hose, which she was using to fill a metre-high inflatable pool. "Do we really need another pool?" he asked, walking over.

Storm looked up and smiled. "It turns out we do" she said. "This one's temporary until Jennifer can have something permanent added."

"So what do we need this one for?"

"A present from Uncle Max." She nodded towards two large buckets that were sitting by the side of the new pool. Both were full of a fine, yellow and orange powder. "He said this stuff would be good for my scales, and yours too. We just have to add it to water. Once it's mixed, it'll keep for ages, so Jennifer's going to build another pool to keep it in, but she didn't want me to neglect my recovery, so she told me to put it in this for now." She pointed at the inflatable.

"What exactly does it do?" asked Sky, peering into the buckets.

"No idea. Uncle Max just said to add it to cold water, mix it thoroughly, and get in."

"That sounds like Max. I'm surprised he added the 'get in' part."

Storm threw him a grin as she switched off the hose. The new pool was now almost completely full. "Ok, time to mix this stuff." She handed a bucket to Sky and took one for herself. "Bother. I forgot to bring something to stir it with" she said, frowning.

"No problem," said Sky. Using his magic, he set the water swirling.

Lifting the buckets, the two dragons slowly added the powder to the pool. While both were expecting the colour change that occurred, neither had expected the water to gradually thicken. By the time they were finished, the liquid had the consistency of... well, the best comparison Sky could think of was thick sexual lubricant.

The dragons looked at the pool of orange and yellow slime. "Are you sure this is right?" asked Sky.

Storm hesitated before answering. "I think so. We've followed Uncle Max's instructions. Maybe we need to stir it some more." Another fifteen minutes of stirring changed nothing.

"I don't suppose Max said anything about this being safe for non-dragons, did he?" asked Sky. "I'd hate to leave this here and have something happen to one of the others."

"He said it wouldn't have any effect on them; just dragons."

Sky gave the goop another doubtful glance. "Well... I guess we ought to try it."

Storm gave a nod, and dipped her hand into the pool. With a squeal, she drew it back out. "That's freezing! And disgusting, too! No way am I getting in there." They both watched as the slime ran off her fingers, leaving trails on the pool's surface before blending back in again.

Sky dipped an experimental finger into the gunge. It was far colder than the water they had used to make it: perhaps some property of the powder had lowered its temperature. "Maybe it's supposed to warm up by itself?" Again, they waited for something to happen, but the pool remained the same.

Storm sighed. "Maybe... maybe if we get used to the temperature first" she said. She thought for a second, then ran to the shower area. She returned with a plastic stool and placed it near the inflatable pool. Then she grabbed one of the now-empty buckets and handed it to Sky. "Pour some of it over me."

The dragon obediently filled the large bucket with slime. He waited until Storm was sat on the stool, then moved beside her. "Are you sure about this?" he asked. Storm bit her lip, gave him a nervous look, then nodded. Hoping he was doing the right thing, Sky began to tilt the bucket.

A trickle of gunge ran over the rim and fell onto Storm's head. She gave a squeak as the cold liquid started to run down the back of her neck. Realising that such a small amount was hardly going to acclimatise the dragoness to the temperature, Sky tipped the bucket further. A wave of the goop flowed out, hitting Storm's head with a splat. She shrieked as the cold made itself known, then giggled. The stream of slime began to dome outwards, splattering all over the dragoness. Sky felt a certain tightness in his shorts; watching the laughing, squirming dragoness slowly get coated in a layer of yellow slime was provoking some interesting feelings within him.

When the bucket was empty, Storm wiped the gunge away from her eyes and gave Sky a huge grin. "That was fun!" she announced. "And I was right: it's not as cold once you get used to it." Springing up, she grabbed the stool, and using it as a step, climbed into the pool. She sat down, the slime reaching her neck. "Care to join me?" she asked, giving Sky a smirk.

Sky was conflicted between nervousness at immersing himself in the goop, and the idea of sitting next to the attractive, now slippery and wet, dragoness. His libido overrode any feelings of apprehension, and he stepped on to the stool. Lowering a leg into the pool, he realised too late he had underestimated the slickness of the slime. He lost his footing and fell face-first into the gunge, sending a huge wave outwards as he sank.

Managing to get to the surface, he made a futile attempt to wipe the slime away from his face. He turned to look at Storm, who was laughing loudly, pointing at his expression. Her laughter only got louder when he flicked some of the goop at her. Eventually, Sky, too, began to laugh. They both sat for some time, each laughing at the slime-covered dragon sitting opposite them.

When they had recovered from the fit of the giggles, Sky turned his attention to the gunge they were both bathing in. He could feel it seeping between his scales. Now he was used to the temperature, it actually felt rather good. Whether it was doing anything for his hide was yet to be seen, but the idea of sitting in the goop for a while was strangely attractive, particularly in the company of the lovely dragoness sitting opposite.

Thoughts of Storm's slippery form again prompted tightness in his shorts, and the dragon had to suppress a moan as the cold goo made contact with his dragonhood, which was just peaking from its sheath. He could feel the slime oozing into the slit that usually concealed his maleness. He knew it should feel wrong, but it felt rather good, causing his member to grow further erect. He was glad the gunge was opaque, so Storm couldn't see his arousal.

Unbeknownst to him, Storm was having similar issues. While her fellow dragons had done wonders with their magic when she had been rescued, healing most of her scars, the slime still felt wonderful on the few areas that still bore traces of damage. It was soothing discomfort she hadn't even realised she was feeling. Unfortunately, it was also creating discomfort of a rather different sort. The goop had soaked through her underwear and was now seeping into places Storm rarely liked to focus on.

The slime was provoking unfamiliar feelings in Storm, especially when she looked at the dragon opposite. Images entered her head, unbidden: images of herself sitting on Sky's lap, kissing him, and pulling him beneath the surface of the gunge. The dragoness muffled a whimper as her dragonhood emerged from its sheath. She still regarded it as something external to her, but right now the feelings coming from it were forcing her to acknowledge just how connected to it she was. The idea that pleasure could come from what her old owner had assured her was just a mark of her freakish nature was totally alien to her. Hesitantly, she touched it with her hand. A jolt of lightning shot up her spine and she moaned loudly.

Hearing the noise, Sky looked over at his companion. "Are you ok?" he asked, concerned.

Storm's markings light up like fire. "I'm fine. The slime just hit a... sensitive spot."

Sky, too, blushed. "I know what you mean" he replied.

Storm looked at the dragon opposite her. Was he feeling the same way? Was he, too, sporting an erection hidden beneath the goo? The idea made her shiver. She wanted to explore these new feelings, but there was no way she could bring herself to do it with Sky sat so close to her. Maybe one night she could return and use the slime pool alone. For now, she would just try to ignore the feelings. The two dragons sat for some time, both secretly battling their own discomfort and desires.

After a while, Luna arrived at the pool area, again dressed in her skin-tight red swimsuit. Seeing the extra pool, its strange contents, and the two dragons sitting in it, she wandered over. "What the heck is this stuff?" she asked giving the slime a suspicious look.

Grateful for the distraction, Storm shifted so she could see the wolfess better. "It was a present from Uncle Max: it's supposed to be really good for dragon scales. It certainly feels good on them."

Luna glanced at her, incredulous. "Wait, you got into this voluntarily? I thought Jennifer had arranged some sort of weird punishment for you!"

Sky grinned at her. "Once you get used to the temperature, it's actually rather pleasant."

Luna continued to eye the gunge sceptically, so she missed the look Storm gave Sky. Having caught his attention, she glanced at the wolfess, standing at the side of the pool, and then pointed at the slime with her muzzle; repeating the gesture a second time to make sure Sky got the idea.

The dragon hastily smothered a laugh as he realised what Storm was suggesting. Slowly, he moved around the rim of the pool, getting ever closer to the unsuspecting wolfess. Storm distracted her further by asking about continuing her swimming lessons. Before long, he was right beside to her, unnoticed. Storm, too, had been sliding closer. With a shared glance, they pounced.

Luna was caught totally unawares. Before she knew what was happening, the world shifted and she was falling towards the pool of slime. She screamed as she hit the cold liquid, then abruptly slammed her mouth closed as she went under. She emerged to the sound of laughter, which was drowned out as she screamed again, the cold goo having now reached her skin. She glared at the amused dragons with murderous intent. "You... you... pair of... GAH!" she yelled, unable to think of a suitably damning condemnation.

"It's ok, Luna; it won't do anything to you" said Sky.

"It better not!" she thundered. "Remember what I did to you the last time I ended up with coloured fur!"

Sky whimpered slightly and withdrew to the other side of the pool. That particular incident had been part of the magic training regime Jennifer had put him though, and while it hadn't been unpleasant as such, he had no desire to repeat it; at least, not without plenty of warning. "It was Storm's idea!" he blurted.

Luna turned her angry gaze to the dragoness, who just looked at Sky in shock. "Traitor!"

"I don't care whose idea it was" Luna growled. "If this stuff does anything bad to me, I will personally make both your lives hell for the next two months!" Storm, too, retreated to the other side of the pool at the wolfess's proclamation. She grabbed Sky's arm and huddled next to him. Luna, taking Storm's actions to mean she had badly scared the dragoness, immediately calmed down. "I'm sorry, Storm" she said. "I shouldn't have yelled."

Storm looked up at Sky and winked the eye hidden from the wolfess. "You didn't mean it?"

"Oh, I meant it - well, for Sky anyway - but that was still no reason to shout."

Storm, having secured her own immunity, turned to face the wolfess. "I'm sorry we pulled you in, Luna" she said, sounding contrite. "I hope you won't punish Sky too badly."

Sky was speechless: somehow, in the space of a couple of minutes, he had gone from playing a prank on Luna at Storm's suggestion to being the only one getting punished for it. He was torn between indignation and admiration for the dragoness's scheming.

"Well," said Luna, "this goo doesn't seem to be doing anything to my fur, so I won't be too hard on him." She sat back against the edge of the pool. "You were right: once you get used to the temperature it's not so bad."

The three slaves sat talking for some time. Luna seemed to be in no hurry to get out of the slime, despite her earlier protests, and both dragons were still enjoying the feeling of it on their skin.

Eventually, Luna glanced at a convenient clock and realised the time. "Drat," she said, "I've got things to be doing. I'd ask you both for some help, in fact, but..." she gestured to Sky's side. Storm had fallen asleep, her gooey head resting on the dragon's shoulder. "I'm guessing you won't be going anywhere for a while. Just make sure you're out of here before dinner: Jennifer's got big plans afterwards."

Sky simply nodded, unwilling to wake the sleeping dragoness.

***

After dinner, Jennifer gave Sky orders to report to the main dungeon an hour later. When he arrived, he found a small table outside the door. On it, there was a long strip of cloth and a note, which instructed him to take his clothes off and tie the cloth around his eyes. Once he was done, he was to wait. He quickly removed his clothing and tied the blindfold.

He seemed to be waiting for ages. As time drew on, thoughts of what fate could be waiting for him caused his dragonhood to slip from its sheath. Four days of teasing had left him rather frustrated, and the idea that he might be allowed release soon had him near-fully erect when he heard the door in front of him open.

He felt fur brush past him, and warm breath against his neck. From the height, it had to be Luna standing behind him. His guess was confirmed when she growled in his ear.

"Welcome, Sky" she purred. "I'm sure you're dying to know what we've got planned for you." He simply nodded, unable to frame an answer. "Well, you'll find out soon enough. But first..."

Sky let out a moan as he felt the wolfess's hands run over his member. Once he was fully erect, she slipped a ring over the tip, and slowly teased it down his length, the ring getting tighter and tighter as it went.

"Can't have you losing interest, can we?" murmured Luna as the cock ring came to rest at the base of Sky's shaft. "Now: forward, please!"

The dragon entered the dungeon, guided by Luna. He knew he was somewhere in the middle of the room when she brought him to a halt. At a command from the wolfess, he knelt on the floor. He heard Luna move away from him. Then Jennifer's voice rang out. "Remove your blindfold, slave." Reaching up, Sky untied the length of cloth and let it fall to the ground. His jaw dropped at what he saw.

Standing before him were the four girls, each wearing outfits of latex. Each costume was a different colour, and cut according to the style of its wearer.

Jennifer's outfit was black. Her legs were clad in thigh-high stockings; her arms similarly encased almost to the shoulder. She was wearing a corset which only enhanced her already curvy figure. At the base of the corset was a garter belt, which was attached to her stockings. Her treasure was fully on display, and for a moment Sky thought he could see a touch of moisture gathered on her nether lips. She was a vision of sensual beauty.

Luna was dressed in red. Her hands were covered in latex gloves that came only to the wrist. Her fingertips and the back of her hand were uncovered. She, too, was wearing a corset, but this one seemed to be designed to accentuate her muscular stomach, rather than flatter her figure. She was wearing a pleated skirt that fell to mid-thigh. A short gap of fur later, and she, too was wearing long coverings on her legs. The wolfess was a peculiar mixture of power and femininity.

Tali's clothing was iridescent, the shade whirling through every colour of the rainbow as she moved. Her bust was enclosed in a tube-top, and her lower half was covered by a short, tight skirt that barely concealed her crotch. Her arms and legs were bare. Somehow, the outfit was perfect for the bubbly skunkette.

As for Storm... Sky's jaw dropped even further as he stared at her. The herm dragoness was wearing grey latex, but embedded in it at the seams and across its surface were luminescent strips that outlined her figure. Her arms were wrapped in gauntlets that ended at her wrist, but extended a triangle of rubber to cover the back of her hand, fixed to a loop around her middle finger. At the other end, the gauntlets were joined to a piece that covered her shoulders, ending at the height of her collar bone. Her feet were bare, though her legs were also covered in the grey material. This ended barely two inches lower than the shorts she was wearing, whose glowing webbing was designed to draw the eye straight to both of the herm's most intimate places. Her midriff was exposed, and her breasts were barely covered by the thin strip of latex that extended around her chest. The outfit portrayed an image of a magical figure, exposed and concealed, shy and confident.

Sky's attention was drawn back to Jennifer as she spoke. "What do you think, Sky?" she asked.

Sky took a long moment to consider his reply. "If I ever see a more beautiful sight before I die, I will be one of the luckiest, most blessed beings in existence." The vixen, skunkette and wolfess all smiled. Storm could only blush.

"Now," said Jennifer, "before we continue tonight, I should let you in on a secret. For the last four days, we've been putting on something of a show. I'm guessing you're rather frustrated and pent up at the moment, yes?" Sky nodded. "Well, that was the idea. I took a few entries from that list of kinks we teased out of you long ago, and decided to see just far we could push you with them."

Understanding dawned on Sky. "The glasses, the swimsuits... The maid outfits. All of that was to tease me!" Jennifer nodded. "That's why you didn't want me pawing off or playing, either: so I'd be even more frustrated. But I don't remember saying anything about slime, Mistress."

"That was what we said it was: a gift from Max to help improve Storm's scales. Today's teasing was cancelled when you stayed in the pool longer than we expected." The vixen's eyebrow rose slightly. "Am I to take it you enjoyed that stuff for more than its effect on your hide?"

Sky blushed. "Yes, Mistress." He blushed harder as he glanced at Storm. "I think I may have discovered a new kink."

Tali laughed. "If that's the first new kink you've discovered since you started playing with us, we haven't been doing a good enough job!"

"Not the first, but possibly the most embarrassing."

Grinning, the vixen crouched down in front of her slave. "Now that you know the truth, I think it's time the three of us took care of your frustration, don't you?" She saw the dragon's eyes flick briefly to Storm. "She's still not ready," she whispered to him, "but helping us tease you this week has done wonders for her." Sky nodded his understanding.

"Before we get started, you've been such a good victim for the last four days, I think we'll grant one wish." Jennifer stood again, taking her place with the other girls. "Anything you want, Sky. Do you want to be in charge tonight?"

"Do you want us to use you for our own pleasure?" added Luna.

"Do you want to cuddle and snuggle all evening?" said Tali.

"Do you want to throw Luna in the slime pool again?" asked Storm, to laughter from Jennifer and Tali, and glares from the wolfess.

Sky thought for a moment. "I want..." He blushed, and fell silent again.

What do you want, Sky? Be honest with us" prompted Jennifer.

"I want... I want a kiss from Storm" he admitted.

Jennifer watched as the dragoness's markings flared brilliantly. The look on her face was wavering between shock, embarrassment, and intrigue.

"Anything you want, Sky, and all you wish for is a simple kiss?" asked Jennifer. She suspected the dragon was still not being completely honest.

Sky closed his eyes. "What I really want... I want to take Storm in my arms and carry her to my room. I want to lay her gently on my bed and show her all the pleasure she's been denied. I want to trace every single lightning bolt across her skin with my tongue. I want to hear her moaning in ecstasy before I even touch her treasure. I want to kiss and lick her until she's nearly delirious with pleasure. I want to take her dragonhood into my mouth and show her just how much delight it can bring her. I want to prove to her that being a herm isn't something to be ashamed of; it something to revel in. I want to give her so many happy memories that her past experiences are buried under a deluge of bliss. I want to give her every drop of joy that I can." He blushed stronger still. "Then I want her to tie me up and have her way with me until she's wiped out every bad memory, nightmare, or scary thought she's ever had." Finally, he looked up at the dragoness. "But I know you're not ready for any of that, so a kiss is enough."

Jennifer looked between her draconic slaves. Storm's marking were flaring the brightest she'd ever seen, and there were tears running down her face. For a moment, the vixen was worried Sky's outpouring had been too much for the dragoness, but then she saw a smile cross her face.

"Why, Sky?" Jennifer prompted.

"Because she's the most beautiful dragoness I've ever seen. Because she wants to play with us, but she's too scared to do more than dip her toe in the water. Because she came to help me when I called. Because I... I love her."

Storm walked over and knelt in front of him. "Oh, Sky..." she whispered. "I wish you could do all that too, but I'm really not ready yet." She smiled. "But, soon, I may just grant all those desires. For now, would you accept a kiss?" Sky nodded. Storm leant forward, her muzzle inches from his. Then a grin crossed her face.

"On he other hand, maybe you should beg me for it" she said, standing. "I quite like hearing how beautiful I am. And after all, a girl's first kiss shouldn't be given to just anyone." Jennifer recognised the way she was standing as her Privileged poise.

Sky grinned, before a pleading look entered his eyes. "Please, Mistress Storm, whose beauty has no limit, would you grant your humble and unworthy servant the boon of a single kiss, that he might cherish it for the rest of his insignificant existence?"

Storm looked over at Jennifer and the others: Tali was giggling; Jennifer shook her head, mouthing 'keep him going'; Luna pointed to her feet and made kissing motions. The dragoness looked down her muzzle at Sky. "I'm still waiting to hear how beautiful I am, slave" she said.

Sky's grin grew wider. "Mistress Storm, this poor dragon would do anything to earn a kiss from such a goddess as yourself." He threw a glance at the others, then continued. "Your beauty eclipses that of any other being, even-" he gulped "-even that of Mistress Jennifer, who, kind and forgiving, would surely understand that to this humble slave, Mistress Storm must surely be the most attractive and gorgeous resident of the mansion, as she is a fellow dragon" Tali and Luna burst out laughing as Jennifer gave Sky a mock-glare.

"If Mistress Storm would allow me..." The dragon bent forward and began to kiss Storm's feet. "Would the stunning vision of beauty above me be willing to grant me a single kiss?"

Storm, who by know was glowing with embarrassment at the barrage of compliments, knelt down again, and brought Sky's muzzle up to meet her. "I think I would." Again, she brought her mouth close to his, before standing up again. "Actually..." she said, "I think, before I do, this outfit needs one more thing."

The dragoness walked over to Jennifer and knelt before her. "I think it needs a collar, My Lady."

Jennifer, who had been hoping for exactly this, quickly picked up a box from a nearby table. She knelt down next to Storm. "Why?" she asked.

"Because... because I can do it. In the future. For my future" Storm whispered.

Smiling, the vixen opened the box and held out a collar to the dragoness, who took it and fixed it around her neck. Having done so, she walked back to Sky and brought him to his feet.

To applause from the others, they kissed.

***

Sky stepped into his bath. It was late at night, but he had only just escaped the dungeon. After their kiss, Storm had retreated and left him at the mercy of three women who had just had their beauty slighted. They had all understood he would naturally consider another dragon more attractive then them, but that hadn't stopped them from inflicting their own wonderfully pleasurable 'punishments' on him while he praised them as the most beautiful specimens of their respective species.

Just as the dragon was sliding gratefully into the steaming water, there was a knock at the door. Sighing, he threw on a robe and went to answer it. Standing there was Storm, wearing a long coat.

"Hey" she said, refusing to meet his gaze.

"Hey. What can I do for you?" Sky asked.

"Will you come out to the garden with me?"

"Of course, but isn't it raining out there? There's supposed to be a storm tonight."

The dragoness didn't respond, just walked away, waiting for him to follow. Not having time to dress properly, he went after her in just his bathrobe.

Nearing the door, he stopped. "What's this about, Storm?" he asked.

Again, she refused to look at him. "I want to thank you for everything you said earlier, in the dungeon."

"But-"

"Please, Sky" she said. "Just... don't ask questions right now. I want to... need to... do this in this way; for myself as much as for you." Falling silent, she opened the door.

Both dragons ventured into the night. It was already raining, but wings make a very good natural umbrella. Sky followed Storm deep into the grounds, away from the mansion. Coming to a clearing, she stopped and gestured to a nearby rock. Sky assumed he was supposed to sit down, so did so, still watching the silent dragoness, who was now staring at the clouds above.

The rain got heavier, the clouds blotting out what little light was coming from the moon and stars. Soon, it was almost pitch black. While Sky could easily have used his magic to provide light, or to see in the dark, somehow he knew not to. Instead, he just waited.

Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning. In the brief illumination, Sky saw that Storm had removed her coat, and was naked underneath.

A second flash, and her lightning markings began to glow brightly.

A third flash, and abruptly, glow sticks flared to life, tied to Storm's wings and tail with lengths of black ribbon.

With the fourth flash, Storm began to dance.

For what seemed like an eternity, Sky watched as lightning forked all over Storm's naked form. The glow sticks burned arcs in the air, seeming to encircle the grace and splendour of the dragoness's dance. Sky thought back to what he had said when confronted with the latex-clad girls in the dungeon, hours before. He truly was blessed, to have seen such incredible beauty twice in one day.

The dragon watched in silent appreciation of the display before him. How was she dancing so well without music? He only realised he'd spoken aloud when Storm smiled at him.

"It's in my head, Sky. The music's all in here. If you'd like to, you can come in and listen..."

Awed by the invitation, Sky reached out with his mind and made contact with the dancing dragoness. It took a moment, but then he could hear music, as clearly as if he was wearing headphones. Now he could hear the same tune as Storm, it only enhanced the dance she was performing. He watched for a long moment, then smiled. Using his magic, he created some glow sticks of his own and joined Storm in the middle of the glade.

The two dragons danced until the storm fell silent.

And if the storm seemed to pause over Jennifer's mansion for an unusually long time, no one noticed.