# Winding Down

Author: Volcan MacAingeal
Tags: Aroused, Dragoness, Eat-out, Fantasizing, Fire Phoenix, Fondling, Foreplay, Kissing, Love, Phoenix, Riding, Romance, Shower, Vaginal, eastern dragon, police, straight, stress

After a long, stressful day at work, Obsidian is ready to leave for some well-deserved, long overdue time off. But on her way home, she finds the border gates to the American half of Unity Falls closed due to an emergency across the border, and is forced to stay on the Canadian side of the city. She goes to Volcan, who happily gives her somewhere to stay, but senses how stressed out and tired she is, so he graciously helps her to wind down... in every way he can.
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So, was looking through my gallery, found an OLD old story, 'Deprived of Love', where Volcan and Obsidian had a night like this as well, only it was under different circumstances. I decided to make it a little more convincing, and not as brief. This was the result.
Obsidian, used with full permission, belongs to Project X on FurAffinity


            Finally, she was done for the day...
            Obsidian had been waiting impatiently for her shift to
finally end; one last day before some well-deserved time off, and the criminals
of the city had not made her last work day easy for her. It was no secret the
Unity Falls Police Department was very short-handed these days, due to the
genocide war such a short time ago; many officers had died in the conflict and
left the UFPD with barely half its original force, so whenever a call came in,
she had no choice but to be part of the response if nobody else was available.
It was for that reason she had booked those days off; she was overworked, and
in need of a break.
            But, as always seemed to happen before time-off began,
the last day was the busiest.
            Less than a half hour since she had arrived on shift, she
was called out to investigate a break-in at the museum; it was Sunday, so the
place was closed for the day, but someone or something had set off the silent
alarm. She had arrived with Constable Jeols to find four men trying to steal a
display of ancient jewelry; getting the drop on them with a little help from
museum security, they apprehended the suspects and took them in. But before
Obsidian even finished the report for the incident, another officer called for
assistance on a high speed chase in the industrial park, a chase she joined
since she was in the area in her cruiser.
            The chase had gone well until another patrolman executed
an ill-timed PIT maneuver that sent the suspect car crashing into a warehouse;
the driver bailed before impact and ran off into hiding among the buildings.
Obsidian and some other officers spent the better part of a couple of hours
searching for the man until a K-9 unit was called in and caught him trying to
steal a car parked at one of the factories.
            When that was done it was almost her lunch hour, but on
the way back to the station, as luck would have it, she witnessed a mugging
down at C-Plaza. With a groan she took off after the culprit on foot, and
caught him a block away, bringing him back with her to the station. Another
hour later, once he was booked and placed in a holding room, Obsidian sent the
next hour filling out reports on both incidents, and of course finishing the
one she'd started for the museum incident.
            Just to show the day wasn't done with her yet, two hours
before her shift ended, there was another chase; right after the sun went down,
an officer reported street racers having a drag down 73rd Avenue,
which was all but abandoned this time of night, except for one businessman who
had been working late and called the police. Obsidian, grudgingly, joined the
unit that responded, and made yet another arrest -finding out in the process,
she hadn't even gotten her handcuffs back from the mugger she'd caught, forcing
her to turn her capture over to another officer for detaining.
            The whole time, too, the racer she'd caught was making
provocative remarks to her, including one about asking if she'd left her
boyfriend handcuffed to the bed. "Probably about the only way you ever get laid, bitch; makin' sure
your fuckbuddy can't leave," he'd thrown in, much to her disgust. She was used
to being hit with such slander, especially from the people she caught. It was
all part of the job, of course.
            Still, it only added to her stress; maintaining her
professionalism was becoming increasingly harder, especially with the end of
her shift so close. She'd had to stay later to help locate the other street
racers and finish her reports; when it was finally over she was an hour past
the end of her shift, and wanted nothing more to get home and relax.
It
was time to clock out by about 11:30. However, before she could, she had to
make photocopies of her reports, and so stepped out of her office to head to
the copy room. On her way there, she ran into Chief Gregory as he was coming
out of his office with some papers in his hands; she nearly slammed into him,
but managed to stop in time, although her timely appearance made him jump
slightly. "Oh, sorry Gregory," she said, rubbing her head in embarrassment.
"That's
okay," he returned, giving a dismissive wave with his hand. The blue hawk
glanced at his watch briefly before turning back to Obsidian. "Well past the
end of your shift; you on your way out?"
"Not
yet; still have to put these through the copier," she replied, flashing the
stack of paperwork in her hand. "After that, I'll clock out and leave my car
keys for whoever fills in for me, then head home."
Gregory
nodded, and then seemed to think of something. "Tell you what; you did a great
job today so, why don't I go copy those reports for you along with mine? I'll
just leave your copies on your desk to file away when you come back from days
off, alright?" He then added. "And, while I'm at it, I'll say you stayed until
midnight, and get you a couple of hour's overtime." He smiled at her when he
saw her light up at his generosity.
"That'd
be great, boss," she replied, and passed him her paperwork. "Thanks a lot."
"Hey,
don't mention it," he returned, walking with her until they reached the copy
room. "You go and enjoy your days off, Obsidian; we'll see you next week."
"I
will. Thanks Gregory," she bade him before she started to head for the front of
the station. "Goodnight!" She called back to him.
"Goodnight,"
he called back, and with that he disappeared into the copy room, and began to
photocopy the police reports. Although he had to stick his head back out into
the hallway and call after Obsidian before she got too far away. "One sec!" He
called. "You forgot to put your signature on the Museum report."
"Oops!"
She hissed before sprinting back up the hall to the copy room door where the
hawk stood. Gregory lent the dragoness a pen and passed her the unfinished
report, where she promptly tucked it against her arm and filled in the blank
marked 'Officer Signature' at the bottom-right corner of the report sheet with
her handwritten name, and passed it back to Gregory. "Sorry," she said
sheepishly.
"Minor
detail, but you want to have all bases covered before going on days off," he
returned, and sarcastically added. "Now, scram; you're losing your free time."
She
mock-saluted him, eliciting a laugh from both officers before giving him
another goodbye wave of her hand and heading out of the station, eager to head
for home...
 
~~~~~
 
"Why
are the gates closed?" Obsidian asked, frustrated to be so close to getting
home only to find the big steel gates of the border walls closed tightly.
"I
apologize for the inconvenience, ma'am, but an police operation on the American
side went awry while they were trying to catch some gangsters who were
smuggling narcotics into the city," the border guard explained. "Some of them
got away; mayor and chief of that side gave the order to close the gates so
they couldn't flee over here to the Canadian side; roadblocks have been set up
at the other exits of the city, so they expect to catch them before the night's
out, so if you'd like to wait, hopefully it won't be long."
Obsidan
dropped back against her seat and groaned. "Not my night," she muttered, and
sat up before looking at the guard. "No... I'll just find somewhere to stay over
here for the night. Thank you."
"I'm
very sorry for this, ma'am," the guard returned, his apology genuine.
Obsidian
waved it off. "It happens," she said. "Have a good night."
"You
as well, officer," he returned to Obsidian as she put her car back into drive
and used the small exit running behind the guards' toll booth to turn around
and head into the adjacent lane, heading back into the Canadian half of the
city.
"Well,
this is just great," she mumbled to herself. "Where am I going to stay?" She
didn't want to have to rent a motel room; she wasn't going to be paid until
Friday, and due to some maintenance on her car the other day, she didn't have
much money for the rest of the week, especially since she still had groceries
to buy.
At
the thought of groceries, her stomach growled noisily and made her cringe. Crap... I forgot; I missed lunch today...
she thought. So not only did she have to find somewhere to sleep, she needed
something to eat, and right now her budget wouldn't cover both.
She
sighed, guilt on her face. "I guess... I guess I could ask if I could stay with
someone. I really hate to impose on them though..." She shook her head. "But this
time of night, who can I ask; who would even still be awake?" She thought on
the subject; she knew of a few that lived over on this side that often stayed
up late, but not always, and she didn't want to simply wake one of them up in
the middle of the night.
But
maybe they'd understand? The worst they could do was say no... or, not be in
town; many of her friends liked to wander sometimes, especially Tsume or Pavan,
who were rarely seen at home at all. She knew where Vinge lived but his house
was tiny and didn't have a guest bed. Besides... even if Vinge was home, he'd
probably be with Yurui; the two had been spending much time together. Obsidian
was glad Vinge found someone special in his life, and that Yurui had adjusted
so well to the world, though; thinking of it brought a pleasant smile to her
face.
Her
thoughts drifted back to her predicament rather fast, however; she frowned as
she remembered she still needed somewhere to stay. "Well, I can always ask
Volcan; he'd never turn me down," she said to herself. "I just hope I don't
wake him..."
Getting
her bearings for a moment, she steered her car back towards C-Plaza, travelling
a few blocks until she was in sight of the night club. She continued to follow
the road past the parking lot before coming to a T-intersection, and making a
right turn onto 110th Street, driving down two blocks before she
came to the front of an apartment complex, slowing to a crawl and making a left
turn into the parking lot and pulling up to the guest parking stalls, parking
her car into the one across from a red jeep, which she knew belonged to Volcan.
Obsidian
parked the car, shutting off her headlights and stepped out; she locked the
door after confirming she had her keys, and shut it. She began to make her way
over to the complex, pulling her phone from her pocket and dialling Volcans'
house number. She looked up to his second-floor balcony, hearing the phone
ringing through the sliding glass door. She saw the shadow of someone moving
inside.
She
didn't have to wait long before she heard the phone being picked up on the
other end. "Hello?"
"Hey,
Volcan," said Obsidian.
"Oh, hey 'Sid! How you doing?" The
phoenix asked, happy to hear from the dragoness. Volcan and Obsidian were very
close, so close they were often mistaken as lovers... well, the thought had
crossed Obsidians' mind before, but, they both had such full schedules...
Wait,
why the hell was she thinking that at a time like this? She gave herself a
mental slap on both cheeks before she finally answered Volcans' question. "I'm...
okay, I guess," she lied. "Just... in kind of a sticky situation."
"Uh oh... something happen?"
"Oh
nothing bad, really," she assured him. "But I... I kind of can't get home right
now."
"Wait, you're still on the Canadian side? But
your shift ended two hours ago; the gates closed at eleven."
"You
know about that?" Obsidian asked, mildly surprised.
"Yeah; was watching the news earlier while
looking over some new songs Vinge came up with," Volcan replied. "I figured you would have been back across
before the gates got closed."
"I
had to stay a little later," replied Obsidian. "Just one of those nights."
"Ah, shitty," returned Volcan, "so, where are you now?"
She
held the phone away from her mouth and looked up at the balcony, cupping a hand
around her muzzle and elevating her voice. "Right outside!" She called.
Seconds
later, Volcans' balcony door slid open, and the large, red and gold phoenix
stepped out, peering down at her quizzically before he hit the 'end' button on
his cordless phone and tucked it into his pocket. "Yanno, you could have just
levitated yourself up to the balcony rather than call me."
"That'd
be intrusive," she called back up to him as she pocketed her own phone. "I only
do something like that on your birthday," she reminded him with a wink, of how
she'd dropped in on him on his eighteenth birthday... something the phoenix
remembered well enough.
"Hey,
it may have spooked me but I can think of worse things to find lying on me when
I wake up in the morning," the phoenix remarked. "So, since you're stuck over
here I guess you need a place to stay, eh?"
She
smiled weakly at him. "If it's too much trouble, I could ask Tsume."
"She's
not at home tonight," Volcan called as he leapt over the balcony and dropped
down one story to the ground below, landing without seemingly any effort before
approaching Obsidian. "She went to visit Red-Grass for the weekend."
Obsidian
tilted her head. "Red... grass? Sounds like some kind of marijuana," she said,
although was obviously joking.
Volcan
chuckled heartily. "I take it she didn't tell you about him?"
"Oh,
a person; I thought it might've been a town or something," admitted Obsidian.
"But uh, no she hasn't. Who's he?"
"Her
knife instructor," replied Volcan. "Red-Grass taught her everything she knows
about knife fighting; guy's an international champion, actually. Kind of lives
in the Stone Age, you could say but, he's a good man; wise, talented, really
knows his stuff. Tsume talks about him like he's an uncle, even a second father
almost."
Obsidian
nodded. "Sounds like it."
Volcan
jerked his thumb up towards his apartment. "You want to come up? I can prepare
the guest room for you, if you need somewhere to crash."
She
smiled again and nodded. "I'd appreciate it," she said, before she focused her
telekinesis and levitated herself up towards Volcans' balcony, while the phoenix
-being as tall as he was- simply walked back over to the balcony, reached up
with his hands and literally pulled himself up by his fingers, until he was
able to reach up to the top of the railing and pull himself up high enough to
swing his legs over, touching down roughly the same time as Obsidian.
"Why
didn't you just jump up?" Obsidian asked.
"Last
time I did I... almost went through the window," replied Volcan, flushing with
embarrassment. "Thought maybe it's better I stopped doing that before I crash
through a pane of glass or smash into someone else's balcony."
"And
pulling yourself up is easier?" She asked as her feet touched down on the
balcony.
Volcan
eyed her questioningly. "'Sid, I can bench press almost two thousand pounds; I
weigh barely over one-tenth that. You think I have any trouble lifting myself?"
She
cocked her head slightly at that question. "Good point."
"Yeah,"
he replied as he led her into the house. 
She
took off her shoes before setting foot on his living room carpet, and looked around
the place briefly as he stepped in and shut the door behind him. Obsidian
walked over to the couch and sat down, leaning back against it and loving to
finally sit somewhere that wasn't her hard office chair back at work; the
phoenixes' couch was so soft and comfortable in comparison. As she relaxed into
the soft, burgundy leather, she let out a long groan, some of it relief, the
other frustration.
"You
alright?" Volcan asked.
"Yeah...
just been a really, really long day," replied the dragoness. "I'm just glad to
get some time off."
Volcan
nodded in understanding. "Can I get you anything?" He offered her.
"Well,
I did miss my lunch break today," she remarked. "Can I just make a sandwich?"
"I'll
make it," Volcan assured, holding up his hand in assurance. "You just kick back
and relax for a bit. How about a root beer while you wait?"
She
smiled and nodded. "Sounds great," she said.
"Coming
right up," he returned, turning and heading into the kitchen while Obsidian
reached down to the side of the couch and pulled up on a lever, triggering a
leg rest which elevated her feet and propped them up into an comfortable
position.
Volcan
appeared from the kitchen again a moment later, carrying a cold bottle of root
beer in his hand, which he held out to Obsidian. "Thank you," she said,
accepting the bottle form him before she opened it and drank greedily, enjoying
the cold, sweet, carbonated liquid flowing down her throat.
"No
problem. So, what would you like on that sandwich? I've got chicken, some
leftover bacon, ham's probably still good."
She
shrugged. "Surprise me."
"Alright
then," he replied before he returned to the kitchen once more.
As
Obsidian lay there, letting herself completely relax in the chair, she turned
her attention to the TV, which was still on the news at that moment. It was a
local channel, so it was reporting incidents regarding the city; currently, it
was giving an update on the gates being closed, and that the suspects the
American UFPD were pursuing had been cornered and would soon be apprehended,
but it'd be another hour or so before they re-opened the gates, meaning
Obsidian was better off just staying here now.
She
hated to impose on Volcan like this... but he didn't seem to mind the company.
Hopefully she could make it up to him somehow.
A
few minutes later, Volcan arrived back, carrying a plate with a sandwich
resting upon it, which he placed on the coffee table in front of Obsidian.
"Chicken bacon ranch; hope you like it," he said, pleasantly. "I'll go prep the
guest room for you, now."
She
nodded to him. "I'm really sorry for all this, Volcan; to impose on you in such
a way."
He
gave a dismissive wave of his hand. "If I found it a bother, I wouldn't have
let you come in," he said. "You're always welcome here, 'Sid. I mean, when we
learned Rex was after me, we lived together for three weeks, right? I have no
problem with you being here. In fact, I rather like having you around." He gave
her a warm smile, and turned towards the hallway leading to the bedrooms,
walking into the shadows of the corridor and out of sight from Obsidian.
The
dragoness blushed at Volcans' words. It's true; they had stayed together
briefly, when Volcan was put under police protection. There were no other
officers to relieve her, so Obsidian and Volcan had become temporary roommates.
During that time, they'd grown ever closer, and though it wasn't the first time
Volcan mentioned that he liked having Obsidian around, it was still very
flattering to hear.
She
turned her attention to the sandwich, picking up the plate and setting it on
her lap, before she lifted the sandwich in her hands and took a bite, her sharp
teeth taking a fair chunk out of the sandwich. She tasted the chicken first,
followed shortly by the bacon and the condiments -mayonnaise, mustard, butter
and some ranch dressing. She took a second bite, deciding she liked it.
Before
long, the sandwich was consumed; she felt a little more satisfied, but still
slightly peckish. Volcan emerged a moment later, just in time to see her place
the empty plate on the coffee table. "Did you like it?" He asked.
"It
was delicious," she replied. "Thank you."
"Anytime,"
he returned, before sitting down on the couch with her. "So, how was work,
besides long and probably a little stressful?"
She
fell back against the couch and groaned. "Ridiculously busy," she replied, and
went through the recap of her day all in order, starting with the museum heist
she'd foiled, onto the first high speed chase, the mugger she'd run after, and
the second chase, along with the nasty remarks the racer she'd caught was
spitting in her face the whole time.
Volcan
grimaced. "If I'd been there, that guy would've been spouting that bullshit
through a toothless mouth."
Obsidian
shrugged. "It was annoying, of course, but it's part of the job," she said. "I
mean, the ones who aren't going to like cops are of course the ones who have
something to hide or are on the wrong side of the law, right?"
"Right,"
agreed Volcan, chuckling. "And if there weren't people like that out there,
you'd be out of a job."
"That
too," she agreed. "And, I like what I do. Sure, it's trying at times, but I
muddle through and I know the things I do have lasting effects somewhere."
"Exactly,
just as I know my music does. I may not be keeping crime in Canada to an
all-time low," he winked, "that often," and continued. "But I give people
excitement, make their nights enjoyable, with loud music and some of Pavans'
crazy jokes."
"If
you hadn't mentioned the loud music, someone else could interpret that 'nights
enjoyable' part to mean something a bit more intimate," Obsidian remarked,
wiggling her eyebrows at him, and laughing when the phoenix blushed. "I bet
lots of girls go chasing after you."
"Well,
yes. But, I don't give in to it."
Obsidian
irked an eyebrow at him. "Most men would thrive on so much attention."
Volcan
shrugged. "They're not trying to get a date with me because they actually like
me; they're driven only by the fact they're fans of mine; they love my music,
and the man they see on the stage, but they don't know who I really am." He
shook his head. "Nah, there'd be no affection in such a thing; it'd simply be
something for them to tell their friends about, and maybe a way for me to wind
down after work, but there are lots of ways to do that."
For someone afraid to commit, he sure has
a romantic mindset, thought Obsidian.
Of course, that was partly why she liked him. "I think I follow," she said.
"You're not just out for the fun of it; you prefer there actually be some
connection."
Volcan
nodded. "That's about the best way to sum it up," he said.
She
nodded back. "Mind if I ask you a personal question?"
"Fire
away."
She
snorted at the pun, smiling lightly and quirking an eyebrow at him again,
before moving onto her question. "What is it exactly you look for in women,
then?" Obsidian asked. "Or, I guess, in your case, partners in general?" She
knew he was bisexual; it was a fairly recent discovery even for himself, but it
was there. 
Volcans'
gaze drifted to the ceiling as he considered the question. "Well, to be honest,
if I had to pick a partner, I'd prefer it be someone I knew at least fairly
well or, at the very least, had taken some time to get to know and connect
with. I don't want it to be just some random fling or some party girl I pick up
at the bar; I'd prefer it's someone who knows me by name, and I know them as
well."
Obsidian
blinked. "So... what, 'friends with benefits'?" She asked, quizzically.
Volcan
chuckled. "I guess that's about the best way to describe it," he replied.
"Although, to be frank, 'Sid, of everyone I know, I'd say you're one of the
ones I like most."
Obsidian
blushed. "Me?"
"Well,
of course!" He smiled at her. "What's not to like about you? You're
intelligent, courageous, you have a good sense of right and wrong -your
becoming a police officer is testament to that, and you treat every one of your
friends like they're your family. Heck, you and Rikyuu almost seem to have a
mother and child relationship, and like a third elder sister to Tsume; she
really admires you. And so do I."
Obsidian
was once more flattered by Volcans' words, and began to feel herself becoming
warm. She smiled at him, and leaned over to hug him. "You're such a sweet man,
Volcan," she said. "You know just how to make someone feel good about who they
are."
Volcan
returned the hug. "I've never considered myself a people-reader," he said. "But
I know my friends, and I know who they are."
She
nuzzled against his chest, but then winced as he touched a spot on her back. He
noticed this instantly and gently pulled back from her. "Sorry; did I hurt you?"
He asked.
"No,
no, wasn't you," replied Obsidian, rubbing her shoulder. "I have this horrible
knot in my shoulder from today -doing all those takedowns, probably, and
sitting at my desk or in my patrol car so much this last week has made my back
really achy too."
"Sounds
like somebody could use a massage," said Volcan, smiling. "Go hop in the
shower; take a warm one to loosen up your muscles, and I'll see if I can't work
those kinks out of your back."
She
grinned widely. "That sounds perfect; I'll do just that."
"I'll
meet you in the guest room once you're out," replied Volcan as she stood up
from the couch and began to head towards the washroom.
When
her back was turned, Volcan found himself staring at her, looking at the
dragoness from top to bottom... she made that police uniform look so beautiful
-hell, Obsidian always looked beautiful, one of those types of women who looked
good no matter what, and the way she walked, confident, steady and
professional, with that shapely tail of hers swaying with each step...
Volcan
snapped back to reality and shook his head. Why was he thinking about that? She
was his friend! Sure their earlier conversation had brought up the topic of
'friends with benefits' but he didn't think of her like that; he had no right
to. Surely she wasn't that interested in him, and he wasn't that interested in
her... or was he?
Shaking
his head again to clear it once more before his imagination could get away from
him, the phoenix turned his attention to the TV, hoping the news channel would
distract him...
Meanwhile,
in the bathroom, Obsidian had stripped herself of her police uniform and her
underclothes, including a sleeveless shirt she wore beneath the button-down
shirt of her uniform, and set her belt of tools -her gun, pepper spray,
handcuffs and baton, in the corner of the bathroom closet, where she also hung
her uniform. Now standing completely naked in the bathroom of one of her
closest friends, she walked over to the shower and turned on the water,
adjusting the hot and cold knobs until she was satisfied with the temperature.
Before
stepping into the shower, she caught herself in the mirror, and allowed herself
a moment to admire how fit she had become since joining the UFPD. So many
people stereotypically pictured cops as overweight, lazy people only working
when necessary... well, Detective Benson played that stereotype like a harp,
but the rest of the officers on Gregorys' team were encouraged to keep in
shape, attend regular target practice sessions, and eat a diet that Gregory
himself had designed.
Obsidian
had always been fairly fit before joining the police force, but in the time
since she had, her limbs had gained some definition, her amethyst coloured
scales hadn't lost any of their gemstone luster, although she had some damage
to them visible around her stomach, where she had been shot three times not so
long ago -thankfully she had been wearing armour that day; only one of the
bullets had penetrated. Besides that, her figure was enough to make any man of
any species gawk; she was surprised herself just how attractive she looked...
"I
wonder if Volcan noticed..." she wondered aloud, before shaking her head to
clear it, and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water flow over her to
wet her scales and hair.
A
bar of soap caught her eye, and she used it to clean herself of the sweat and
grime the busy day had brought her, leaving her scales with a clean surface and
a yogurt-y smell. She was slightly disappointed there was no shampoo for her to
wash her hair and tail fur with, but considering that Volcan could not even use
his own shower without falling into a coma -or worse- because of his species,
she wasn't really sure why she expected any less. Hell, the fact Volcan even
had a bar of soap in the shower was unexpected, but he probably meant it for
guests.
Satisfied
that she was clean, Obsidian stood before the showerhead, letting the water
rinse the suds from her body. She sighed blissfully as she felt the soap washed
from her scales, trickling down her legs and tail, and as the warm water helped
relieve the sore muscles of her body, suddenly looking forward to that massage
Volcan had promised her.
But
that was not all she thought about; as she imagined feeling Volcans' powerful
hands working the knots and kinks out of her back, she began to feel hot,
hotter than the shower should've been making her. She shut her eyes, picturing
seeing the phoenix rubbing her back, with her head turned to look at him,
meeting the loving gaze of his sky-blue eyes and seeing his handsome, avionic
face.
Completely
unaware that she had begun to feel herself up as she fantasized about the
phoenix, Obsidian snapped back into reality very suddenly. Shame on her,
fantasizing about one of her best friends! Even though she and Volcan had been
discussing... romantic topics earlier, she shouldn't be thinking such things.
Besides, she doubted Volcan was attracted to her; she didn't know for certain,
as she'd never read his mind in his presence out of respect -or caution, in the
case of the day they first met, during the Genocidal War so few years ago. But
Volcan was couldn't possibly be so attracted to someone like her.
She
pulled her right hand away from herself; it had been stroking her breasts, and
her left hand had been dangerously close to her crotch. Shaking her head once
more to clear it and flinging water against the walls of the shower, Obsidian
turned off the water and stepped out, angrily grabbing a towel off of the wall
to start drying herself off, still frustrated with herself for letting her mind
conjure up dirty images.
Once
she was dry, she let out a sigh, using some breath control strategies to calm
herself down. She'd lost control for a moment, but she was fine now; the
thoughts were past, and now she just had to look forward to... the very thing
she had been fantasizing. Realizing this was going to be more difficult than
she thought, she considered perhaps kindly refusing Volcans' offer and just
going straight to bed.
An
ache in her shoulder changed her mind. "Damn it," she grumbled.
The
dragoness redressed herself, pulling on her panties and undershirt first, but
left off her bra; it'd probably just get in Volcans' way when he rubbed her
back. Finally she pulled her pants on, buttoning the back where it wrapped
around her tail over top of where it met her lower back. Fully dressed, she
stepped out of the bathroom, leaving her gear, uniform shirt and badge in the
closet where she could find them in the morning.
Although
she briefly considered putting her gun somewhere that it would be hard to find,
until she remembered, she wasn't even in her own house, and Volcan was no
stranger to guns, having been shot by a few of them in his time, so she left it
where it was, although closed the closet door to give herself some peace of
mind.
"Okay,
Volc; I'm done!" She called.
"Alright;
I'll see you in the guest room in a sec," he called. "Just starting up the
dishwasher."
She
nodded, despite that he couldn't see her, and went to her immediate right,
heading up the hall to the last door on the right, where she entered the guest
room. The place was very plainly decorated, with white walls, the same brown
carpet as the living room, an oak dresser and a double bed. With her body so
tired, that bed looked like its own slice of heaven, and she eagerly climbed
onto it and rested her head on the pillow.
"Why
does my friends' guest bed have to be so much more comfortable than my own bed?"
She wondered aloud, shutting her eyes and nearly drifting off to sleep until
she heard the light footsteps of the phoenix coming up the hall; she couldn't
hear his talons clicking on the floor, due to the carpet, but the soft
footfalls still caught her keen ears. 
Obsidian
rolled onto her stomach and used a pillow to prop herself up as Volcan stepped
into the room; she smiled at him as he entered. "Thanks for doing this Volcan,"
she said gratefully, trying not to blush.
He
chuckled. "The pleasure's mine, 'Sid," he said as he cracked his knuckles.
"Now, ready for me to get those knots out of your back?"
"Please,"
Obsidian replied, and rested her head on the pillow, laying as flat as she
could as Volcan stood by her side.
She
felt his palms touch her back, and begin to rub through her shirt in small
circles, massaging the muscles through her scales, and feeling the warmth of
his body transferring into her. The phoenixes' body heat was no surprise to
her, but feeling it flowing into her through his palms made her feel like putty
in his hands, reshaping her as they worked their magic on her body.
Obsidian
sighed blissfully as she felt aches and pains she didn't even know she had
vanish from her back, her tail flicking contentedly while she lay there. Volcan
was careful to keep his claws from raking against her shirt, mostly using the
heel of his palms for the massage, starting from her lower back up to her
shoulder blades.
But
that's where the Phoenix paused briefly as he felt the lack of something below
under her shirt... she wasn't wearing her bra. His mind betrayed him at that
moment as he suddenly found himself picturing Obsidian shirtless, her scaly
breasts out for him to see in his minds' eyes, and that shapely figure of hers
feeding his gaze with beauty...
He
forced the thoughts from his head and went back to his work before Obsidian
noticed his pause; if she had been reading his mind at that second, he had no
doubt she'd have stormed out of the apartment angrily and gone home, or to stay
in a motel if the border gates were still locked.
Thankfully,
Volcan managed to find something to distract him; Obsidian suddenly tensed as
he touched a spot below her shoulder, and pulled his hand back. "Did that
hurt?" He asked, apologetically. 
"A
little," she returned. "I guess you found a really tender spot there."
"Sorry,"
he said; how very Canadian of him, apologizing for something that wasn't really
his fault.
"It's
alright," she assured him. "Let's just get that knot out, shall we?"
He
nodded in agreement, and put his hands back over where he touched her before
she'd tensed up. "Here?" He asked.
"Couple
inches higher," she replied, and winced again when she felt pressure from his
hands on that spot. "Ah! There..." She said, trying not to whimper.
"Alright,
let's see if I can get this out... let me know if it hurts, okay?"
"I
will."
Volcan
focused some more of his body temperature into his palms, letting his heat flow
into the dragoness and bathe that sore muscle in warmth, and gently went back
to massaging it. Obsidian squirmed briefly and let out a slight whine at the
pain, but she never told him to stop, and after a few short rubs, the knot
finally released, and her pain was gone, elicited by a pleased sigh.
The
phoenix went on to her shoulders, rubbing the tension and the soreness out of
them and followed suite to her neck, fumbling with that mane of hair that she
had but managing to successfully massage there as well.
It
was all too soon for the massage to end for Obsidian; she was greatly enjoying
the attention Volcan was giving her, but with all the pain in her back now
gone, his work was finished... until he surprised her when she felt his hand on
her foot. "Mind turning onto your back?" He called.
She
looked over her shoulder at him, seeing him kneeling down at the foot of the
bed, one of his hands on her dragonic foot. "A foot massage too?" She asked,
doing as he asked and rolling onto her back.
"Hey,
what's better than a full-body massage?" He replied as he wrapped his fingers
around her foot, and began to rub the underside with his thumbs.
It
wasn't until then Obsidian realized just how sore her feet really were, and
though it tickled a little, the foot massage felt almost orgasmic to her,
absently curling her tail around one of the phoenixes' wrists. How long had it
been, she wondered, since a man had given her a foot massage? Hell, how long
had it been since she he had foot massage at all? She couldn't recall the last
time she got one, and had become so used to the soreness of her feet that she
didn't notice it anymore.
She
hummed in absolute ecstasy as she shut her eyes and leaned her head back,
savoring the feeling as Volcan worked her feet like a professional. "That feels
amazing," she said, barely audible.
Volcan
smiled at her, happy that he was making her feel so good. His hands worked over
both the tops and bottoms of her foot, until he was satisfied with his work and
moved onto the next one, spending a little longer on this foot as he watched
the dragoness thrive on the pleasure of his massaging.
Obsidian's
body felt hot as she took in the feeling of Volcans' hands on her feet, but it
didn't take long for her to realize that it wasn't because of the warmth
emanating from the phoenix. On the contrary, it was her own, and she felt an
itch coming from between her legs. She suppressed a gasp as it dawned on her
that she was becoming turned on by Volcans' attentions, already her mind
filling with images of what would happen if Volcan realized that he was
arousing her...
Would
he indulge her, and help her relieve her need, or would he be insulted that she
was actually letting herself fantasize about one of her own friends -especially
one younger than herself! She started to sweat a little, and was afraid Volcan
would notice. She pulled her foot back from him, and forced a smile. "That felt
great Volcan; I really appreciate it," she said. "I think I'm good now."
"You
sure? I was going to massage your calves next," he said, standing up.
'Oh gods no; I can't let him start massaging
my legs or he'll see I'm becoming aroused for sure!' She screamed in her
head. "N-no, that's okay; my legs feel fine," she said.
Volcan
blinked at her, but then suddenly his gaze fell to her brow, and the pupils
contracting in his eyes alerted her that he was zeroing in on something on her
head. 'Oh crap, oh crap, he sees my
sweat!' She thought, panicked. 'I had to get aroused by someone with eyes like a
telescope and microscope, didn't I?!'
"Obsidian,
you're sweating," he said, confirming her fears. "Are you okay?"
"I'm
fine just... it's a little warm in here, after all," she lied.
He
wasn't buying it. "'Sid... is something wrong?" The phoenix asked. "You know
you don't need to hide anything from me."
"I...
but..." She stammered, swallowing nervously, and clenching her eyes.
"Obsidian...
was I making you uncomfortable?" Volcan asked. "Was maybe that all a little
too... intimate?"
Obsidian
let out an exasperated sigh. "No... nothing like that," she said. 
"Then...
was it that talk we had earlier?" He pressed further, but kept a respectful
distance from Obsidian.
"No,
not that either. It's..." she hid her face in her hands. "I'm a lousy
friend..."
"What?"
Volcan asked, astonished. "How are you a lousy friend?"
"Because
of my dirty mind," she replied, scornfully, although her scorn was directed at
herself, not at Volcan. "I've been having fantasies since I was in the shower
before, and they've been coming to life since we started... this." She sighed,
ashamed of herself.
Volcan
blushed brightly, his gold feathers almost turning orange as it dawned on him
what Obsidian was saying. "You've...been fantasizing about me?" He asked.
She
nodded, and hid her face from him again, curling up her legs into a fetal
position. He eyed her with some sympathy, knowing she felt terrible for having
such thoughts about one of her own friends. Of course, she didn't realize that
Volcan had been having those same thoughts almost since she arrived at his
house.
He
reached over to her, putting a hand under her chin and elevating her gaze to
meet his. "Read my mind," he bade her.
She
eyed him quizzically, her curiosity blocking out her shame for a moment. "Huh?
Why?"
"Trust
me," he said.
Obsidian
blinked at him a few times, not knowing why he actually wanted her to intrude
upon his thoughts, but knew he wouldn't actually ask her to without a reason.
She reached up with a trembling hand, and placed it upon the side of his hand,
focusing her mental energy to link with his as both of them closed their eyes,
and she was given access to his mind. The first thing she saw were recent
memories and thoughts the phoenix had, starting from when Obsidian had arrived,
up to when Obsidian had gone for a shower...
She
almost lost her focus as she noticed, Volcan had actually been checking her out
since she arrived... he liked the look of her police uniform on her body, how
it complimented her purple scales, and how he thought it made her look tough.
She dug a little deeper, up to when he had been massaging her, and how he'd
realized she wasn't wearing a bra; learning that had caused him to picture
Obsidian topless -she blushed as she saw herself half-naked in her friends'
mind, and how his mental projections made her look so...
Beautiful...
Was
that really how he thought of her; how he saw her? The shame washed away from
Obsidian almost immediately; she could tell Volcan had been sharing those
feelings in the moments he'd been fantasizing about Obsidian himself. But it
was clear to both of them now; they weren't in love, but both of them found the
other very pleasing to the eye, and of course, they knew they loved each other
in another way; as the deepest of friends, as someone they could share their
life with, without really committing to it.
Their
eyes opened at the same time, and their gazes met.
"...I'm
not sure if this is awkward... or a relief," Obsidian remarked.
"That
makes two of us," replied Volcan. "Guess we were both getting worried over
nothing... given, such a thought was justified."
Obsidian
giggled nervously. "Yet, it turns out, we were worried for nothing."
"I
guess not..."
They
stared at each other for a long moment of silence, before Volcan spoke again.
"So... what should we do now? Just forget this happened and, say good night?"
Obsidian
didn't want the phoenix to leave just yet, and her tail slowly slid around his
lower back, tugging on him a little. "No..." she whispered. "I... I want you
here, with me."
Volcan
blushed again, but didn't protest, and when Obsidian removed her tail from him
and slid over, he joined her on the bed, walking around to the opposite side
and climbing on with her, the two of them meeting in the middle and leaning
against each other, pausing only momentarily as they had a last bout of
hesitation...
But
as their gazes met again, it was clear to both of them what they wanted...
Volcan
made the first move, wrapping his left arm around her middle and pulling her
close to him, bathing her body in his fiery warmth. She leaned into him,
nuzzling his chest a little with the side of her head as he felt his hand reach
around to stroke her belly. She moaned in pleasure as his warm hand massaged
her abdominal muscles, taking all of the tension from her torso faster than
sound, and let her tongue hang out slightly as his hand moved up, rubbing its
way up to her chest. She put her hand over his and pushed it towards herself,
pressing her breast into his palm.
The
phoenix pulled his hand down though, much to her disappointment, but that
passed immediately as she felt his hand slipping under her shirt, and sliding
up her torso to cup her breast with his hand. She moaned again as the
sensitive, scaled flesh of her tit was fondled by his hand, leaning her head
back and closing her eyes to savor the sensation.
She
felt something wet against her neck, and something hard as bone running across
her scales; though she couldn't see it, she knew it was Volcan, tasting her
with his tongue as that hand of his continued to stimulate her breast, his
other hand wrapping around her middle to pull him closer. She wrapped her arms
around to his back in order to balance herself, fully submitting to him.
After
a moment or so, he leaned her onto her back, and crawled over her, lifting her
shirt up over her head; she raised her arms so that her could remove the shirt,
and cast it aside when it was free of her hands. And there, he saw what he had
been picturing in his minds' eye before; that angelic figure of the eastern
dragoness, and those perfectly shaped breasts of hers. The phoenix could not
resist leaning down and running his tongue over her nipple, bringing a sharp
gasp of pleasure from her, and he went back to fondling it again while he
continued to lick it, occassionally rubbing her nipple with his thumb.
Obsidian
looked down at him, and watched lustily as she saw him crawling up her body,
running his tongue one more time until his face was level to hers, letting
their eyes meet again. And then... he kissed her; she didn't try to stop him,
or try to push him back as his beaklips encompassed her surprisingly soft
reptilian lips, forming a better seal than she had imagined a beak to be
capable of, but as they tasted each other her arms wrapped around his body,
pulling him against her and pinning herself underneath his weight, letting him
grind his hips against hers as she wrapped her legs around his body.
As
they kissed, her hands began to slid down his back, past his wings and down to
the velcro fastening below them that held his shirt on, which she pulled apart.
Hearing the velcro being undone, Volcan hesitantly broke the kiss and pulled
his shirt off, tossing it over to where he'd thrown Cid's before, and used this
time to undo his belt as well, sliding it free and dropping it to the floor.
Obsidian
watched as Volcan undid his pants, and took the time to do the same for herself
as well, sliding them down to her ankles; Volcan got his down to his knees,
before propping himself up on his hands and kicking them off the rest of the
way, wearing only his boxer shorts now, while Obsidian had only her panties on.
Both pairs of pants were discarded over the foot of the bed, where they lay
forgotten.
The
two of them were almost completely naked now. Volcan began to kiss Obsidian
again, letting her feel his dense muscles, and those plush, silky-soft feathers
of his. And his warmth, oh the warmth that radiated from his body; it was like
she was making out with a living furnace, and loving every minute of it!
Volcan
loved the feeling of her perfectly sculpted form against him, his hands rubbing
her sides as he kissed her, finding her scales much smoother than he originally
thought they would be; he knew her scales weren't rough, but to feel them so
smooth, like a gemstone after it was hand-cut by a master gem cutter, was a
pleasant surprise.
Finally,
they stopped kissing, catching their breath for a moment as they gazed into
each other's eyes again. "You doin' alright there, 'Sid?" Volcan asked.
"I'm
loving every minute of this," she replied, and moved her face closer to his
again, touching her nose to the tip of his beak. "Volcan," she said.
"Yes?"
He asked.
"Would
you..." She paused, and then leaned closer to him until she could whisper in
his ear. "Sleep with me?"
When
she pulled back to look at his face again, she saw he was beaming, a wide smile
on his beaklips. "I would love to," he replied.
They
kissed again for a moment, tasting each other once more as Volcan reached down,
sliding his hands past Obsidians' hips and fumbling with the rim of her
panties. He pulled back from her and elevated her legs as he began to pull them
down, teasing her with intent on taking his time, until they slid over her
feet, and he dropped them over the side of the bed. However, he didn't undress
himself the rest of the way yet, and began to lower himself down to her crotch,
his eyes feeding on the beauty of her exposed form until his face was level
with her wet passage.
Obsidian
watched with a mix of interest and impatience as Volcan lowered himself down,
curious as to what he was doing, until she felt his tongue against her slit,
and gasped sharply as he ran his tongue along her puffy lips, until he reached
the sensitive nub of flesh of her clit, and licked it, sending jolts of
pleasure through her body. Obsidian writhed against him, her knees squeezing
his shoulders, silently begging him to continue his work, her body feeling
hotter than ever now.
Then,
he did; the wedge of Volcans' beak pushed her labia apart, and she was rewarded
with even more pleasure as her sex was spread out wider than she knew it could,
but he didn't push too far, or he'd risk hurting her. Instead, his tongue entered
her passage; she arched her back as she felt his bird tongue slip inside of
her, writhing against her walls like a worm on a sidewalk, touching the
sensitive nerves of her inner walls.
She
whimpered in pleasure as the phoenix tasted her insides, her legs squeezing his
thick shoulders more as she felt his hands on her hips, pulling her towards him
to force his tongue deeper into her. "My god... Volcan you're good at this,"
she breathed.
He
couldn't answer her of course, but to reward her for the compliment, he made
his tongue vibrate inside of her as he exhaled over her hot passage and savored
the taste of the dragoness, bringing a squeal of delight out of her as she felt
his tongue shiver as if it were suffering a chill, the toes of her feet curling
inwards as her muscles shuddered with pleasure.
"Yes...
keep going," she pleaded; the phoenix complied graciously, eating her out for a
long moment until she began to feel her peak rapidly closing in, her body
tensing as she tried to prolong it for as long as she could.
It
wasn't easy though; Volcan, as if sensing her approaching climax, worked her
double-time, wracking her body with pleasure as he drove his tongue even
further -just how long was that thing? The wedge of his beak spread her wider,
and he brought up one hand to her crotch, stroking her clitoris with his thumb.

It
was too much for Obsidian to handle; she suppressed a scream as she climaxed,
bathing Volcans' face with her fluids and arching her back again. "Oh my god!"
She cried out as her body convulsed with her orgasm, her legs on Volcans'
shoulders pulling him closer to her still as his beak became drenched in her
cum. She sat panting as she basked in the afterglow of his attentions, her
chest rising and falling with each breathe.
When
Obsidian had relaxed enough for Volcan to pull back, she felt another shiver of
pleasure run over her body as he retracted his tongue and pulled his beak away
from her sex, tilting his head back and licking some of the juices from his
beak, enjoying the sweet taste of her before he looked at her again. "How was
that?" He asked.
"Amazing,"
she replied. "Where did you... learn to do that?"
He
shrugged. "Just came to me, really," he replied. "Was the first time I actually
tried doing it, to be honest."
"Well...
It was fantastic," she complimented him, and then grinned lustily as her tail
suddenly wrapped around his waist. "But now it's your turn."
Before
he could say anything, she grabbed him by his shoulders and turned them both
over; Volcan let her turn him onto his back, making sure neither of his wings
would be crushed by his weight as he was pinned down beneath her. He grinned
back at her as she straddled him, pushing off his boxers to bring his erect,
throbbing birdhood into view, where she proceeded to rub her sex against it,
letting the tip become coated in her juices as she kissed Volcan again, tasting
her own juices still present on his beak.
Volcan
returned the kiss, wrapping Obsidian in his arms and pulling her down against
him, pressing her breasts flat against his chest and feeling her every female
curve against his body as he kissed her. He pushed his tongue past her lips and
into her mouth, touching hers with it, and she responded in kind but brushing
her own tongue against his; the two danced their tongues around one another's,
and when they broke the kiss, a tail of saliva linking their tongues was left.
Obsidian
raised herself up, her tail squeezing Volcans' waist tightly as she poised her
love tunnel over his rod, and slowly lowered herself onto it, feeling the
pointed tip spread her as she entered him, shivering with pleasure; he was
bigger than she thought he'd be, but not as wide as some other men. However, he
had a lot of length going for him, and as she lowered herself down on him, she felt
his rod pushing deeper than she first expected, and gasped sharply as she
hilted him, squeezing his hips with her knees.
Volcan
moaned in ecstasy as he felt his cock taken deeper into her every second, and
squawked slightly as he felt her crotch meeting his. "Ah..." He groaned,
pushing his hips against hers and folding up his legs, somewhat.
Obsidian
responded to his need, and began to move her hips against him, using her legs
to lift herself halfway off of his length, and the tail coiled around his middle
to pull herself back down. She placed both hands on his stomach to steady
herself, letting out moans of her own as she felt her sensitive inner muscles
being stimulated by the intruding length in her pussy.
She
rode him for several moments before she felt him move, and looked down at him
to see him sitting up and pushing himself back to the headboard of the bed,
before he wrapped one arm around her lower back and pulled her against him,
kissing her again and holding her close to him as he bucked his hips against
hers, trying to match her own rhythm when she began to thrust herself onto him
again.
Obsidian
moaned into the kiss as she tasted the phoenix again, wrapping both her arms
around his neck, and shuddering in pleasure as he reached up which his other
hand and began to massage her breast, more aggressively this time, clenching it
with his fingers and fondling it. She whined in ecstasy from the combined
feeling of his fondling and riding his cock further, her kiss becoming
passionate as she pulled him into her with her arms.
Thrust
after thrust, the two were brought closer to a joint climax, feeling their
hearts thundering in their chests and forced to break the kiss just to breath,
moan and grunt. Volcan pulled herself close to Volcan, laying her head on his
shoulder to steady herself and raised her legs to wrap around his midsection,
squeezing him tightly as she closed her eyes and clenching her teeth as her
orgasm approached rapidly.
Volcan
put one hand on her rump, and another on her back, and thrust hard into her,
using the leverage of his lower hand to push her onto his length as she bucked
her hips against him, both of them moaning and grunting louder and more heavily
with every passing moment. He felt the pressure building in his cock, but tried
to hold on, wanting to share this climax with Obsidian, his hands squeezing her
body hard enough to almost dig his claws into her scales as he fought to
prolong his final stretch.
And
then, Obsidian came first, fighting hard to suppress the scream lingering in
her throat, resulting instead into a long drawn out moan as her vaginal muscles
clamped onto Volcan's cock like a vice, forming a tight enough seal that none
of her fluids flowed out onto the bed. The tightness of her passage brought
Volcan past his limit, and his load erupted into Obsidians' love tunnel,
filling her with his hot seed and making her whole body heat up.
They
were hugging each other so tightly throughout the afterglow, it was like their
muscles had frozen like it; aside from an occassional shiver and breath,
neither one moved, until the afterglow faded, and a wave of exhaustion fell
over both of them, their muscles losing their tension; Obsidians' passage was
relieved of their combined fluids, which flowed out and drenched both of their crotches
in dragon and phoenix cum, along with the blanket of the bed they were sitting
on.
Volcan
let out a long, drawn out 'Aahh' in bliss as he let his body relax, and gazed
lovingly into Obsidians' eyes. "That was... indescribable," he said. 
"Oh
Volcan," she said. "I don't think... I've had a night like this... in years,"
she said, before hugging him, pressing their naked bodies together again, her
tail around his waist squeezing his middle. "I don't want it to end yet..." She
whispered.
Volcan
blanketed Obsidian with his wings, covering her in even more warmth and
covering both of their heads with his feathers, giving them a dark red cubby
just for the two of them. He held her like she really were his truest love...
maybe she was, and they just didn't know yet, but one thing was for sure, there
was no one else he wanted to be closer to at that moment than her...
"It
doesn't have to yet," he replied as she began to pull back from him.
She
smiled at him, and the two kissed one more time, laying there propped up by the
pillows on the back of the bed, as they shared that kiss. Whatever the future
held for both of them, if this would only be a one-time thing or one day they
would have a moment like this again, neither one knew, but as they kissed, and
slowly drifted off to sleep wrapped in one another, it didn't matter what they
would be in the future.
Because
at that moment, they were already lovers...

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