One Last Night

The future was in her talons now, and she could do anything she wanted to do.

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A rush of wind came beside her and the brush of a cold but soft wing slid along her side.

“Wait." whispered a voice she was all too familiar with.

ClearSight didn't want to turn around, she wanted to leave this world behind, to forget and stop the pain, she wanted to flap her wings towards the sea and fly to the unknown. But she could feel it deep inside of her. That one strand of future that she had refused to admit to herself, a single strand of her future that kept coming back, one that even DarkStalker's magic couldn't erase. One that was standing beside her right now.

“The moon is still young, you have many time to choose which to stitch."

When she turned her head, tears were flowing down her cheeks. She had denied the truth, her truth for so many years and she had been about to abandon it forever.

“One strand is not a life-long commitment, it is fragile and disappears with the rays."

ClearSight bawled and turned around falling against Whiteout's neck, holding her tight in her embrace.

“I am glad you did not forget." Said Whiteout in soothing voice.

“How can I ever forget you?" ClearSight asked rhetorically between sobs.

“The salty path cuts the threads and leaves only darkness."

ClearSight pulled herself against Whiteout as she shivered and held her even closer for a long moment. The black and white dragoness gently spread her wings and hugged her back. She inhaled softly to take in the scent of Whiteout, it seemed like an eternity since she had been so close to her. As a matter of fact, she didn't remember when was the last time they had been that close. Ever since she introduced her to Thoughtful, she had feared that it would disrupt them if she were so much as to stand too close to her. She didn't trust her vision as much anymore after what DarkStalker did to her and now she was hugging her so tight she could feel her heart beats in rhythm with hers.

She agonizingly pulled herself away from Whiteout and looked deep in her pale blue eyes.

“But Whiteout, I... can't, you have Thoughtful now, I cannot stand between you and..."

Whiteout had put a wingtip on her muzzle to silence her.

“He knows and trusts my paths. Love doesn't unwind love."

“Oh dear, I will miss speaking to you... You and Thoughtful have such trust."

ClearSight gently pressed her forehead against Whiteout.

“Your words are blue, Thoughtful's are purple and trust is trust."

“I... love you, Whiteout." Whispered ClearSight, “just as I loved your brother."

“My feelings are equal, ClearSight, as his were before the sand fell."

ClearSight felt her legs quiver under her. She was so set of leaving, she had to... but Whiteout was right, the night was young and she could indulge herself now that the threat was gone. She closed her eyes and took a long and calming breath, the cool evening air seemed to sooth her aching heart as it filled her lungs. When she opened them back, Whiteout was looking at her steadily, in her own unique way, not judging, not smiling, just emotionless as if she already knew everything there was to know about whoever she was looking at, impossible to hide any secret that one might have. There was such an imperial aura coming from her that subjugated ClearSight whenever she looked at her. Whiteout emanating the image of an oracle's infallible perception while citing the prophecy that one's world is about to change in ways they couldn't even fathom.

Whiteout looked away for moment and ClearSight stayed silent. The wind blew strongly as the temperature dropped between the mountains. Imperial was clear and almost full that night. If she stayed there, she could see it passing between the two peaks of the Jade Mountain. “ That's a good night for star sighting" she thought.

“Follow me." Said Whiteout.

They both took off and Whiteout lead them for a short distance to Jade Mountain, deep into its winding passages until they landed in one of the inner caves where an underground lake stood. Next to it, a polished boulder had withstood the test of time, its top was curved inward as if it had been used many times over the centuries as a bed or a nesting spot. Whiteout immediately climbed into it and folded her wings before curling her tail around her loafed body. ClearSight followed closely behind and sat against the other dragoness.

“I do not want to share my brother's bed." She said out of nowhere as if she had felt the need to explain herself.

ClearSight remained silent and gently curled her tail around Whiteout. The coolness of her body made her shiver a bit from tail to horns. The hybrid's pure blue eyes lit up, illuminated by the crude light coming from the hole at the top of the cave. She turned her head suddenly and pressed her scaly lips against ClearSight's without hesitation. Taken aback, the NightWing almost immediately retracted but Whiteout pressed forward until she relaxed. As she applied slightly more pressure, her tongue started slithering between her scaly lips and dug further once it broke the barrier, searching for something very specific until it slid against ClearSight's forked tongue and wrapped around it. She couldn't remember Whiteout having ever been so direct before; on all previous occasions that they had, she always seemed to be the shy one and waited to be directed or incited to make a move before she would initiate anything with her.

This time was very different however as she could feel the dragoness didn't want to waste any moment on what would be probably their last time together. ClearSight let out a low sigh through her nostril and relaxed all her muscles as best as she could. With her eyes semi-closed, she let her body advise her on what and how to feel, it was not the time to think anymore, just the time to lust and enjoy. Her body heat gradually increased as she instinctively started pressing against Whiteout lips, her own tongue stopped being a passive enjoyer and starting tasting and rubbing along the other dragoness'.

Whiteout slowly extended a fore-talon and pressed it between ClearSight's own talon which she grabbed back, holding claws for as long as they kissed.

Unconsciously, the NightWing started using her tail tip to caress along Whiteout's back, like it was another talon, and rubbed beside each of her back spine making the hybrid shiver in pleasure and relax further under her skilled actions.

Soon, Whiteout pulled her legs under her and stretched her wing away before she swiveled on her side, offering her belly to the NightWing's gaze. ClearSight nostrils flared, she wanted to immediately rush and take in Whiteout's delicious scents but she has to restrain herself for now as they broke the kiss. She looked deep into her eyes and saw her own reflection and the same desire for flesh.

“ My dear Whiteout, how I will miss our unique moments together..." she mentally projected, knowing that Whiteout would hear it.

The hybrid softly purred but her expression remained the same, ClearSight stared at her for what felt minutes, perhaps hours. She mentally noted every single detail of her face, her head, the slightly duller teardrops than her brother had, the eyes so deep she could lose herself into them and never come back. The white horns and spikes coming out from the back of her head and neck reminiscent of her IceWing heritage that fitted her so well in her eyes.

And in that exact moment, she was her whole world, nothing could ever shatter her daydream, not even DarkStalker.

With their eyes interlocked, she obliged and pivoted her body against her mate's, belly to belly but with only their chests touching as her tail continued pirouetting around her spines. She could feel the hybrid's heat growing up despite the coolness of her scales. Her own arousal kept increasing at a steady pace and soon she got a whiff of her own scents which in any other situation would certainly have embarrassed her but now she felt accomplished and proud to tell her lover she was ready and longing for her.

“ Oh White, I love you so much... please be mine tonight." She reflected towards the hybrid unwavering attitude. The NightWing appreciated very much all the moments she had spent with her. Never had she felt the need to utter a single word as Whiteout would catch everything she thought and she had become so used to her attitude that she understood the most minute change meaning to the point where all of their exchanges had become silent ones, and it had just been perfect every single time.

Whiteout certainly understood her as her tail moved up and its tip landed right beneath ClearSight's tailhole, making her whimper a bit, both in excitement and surprise. The pressure, though, remained constant and soon she could feel it rubbing just oh so slightly where the feelings muddied between caressing and tickling, progressing in swift approaches towards her nether regions but receding just before touching them, then going again, repeating the same movements, closer and closer each time but never reaching them.

ClearSight's breathing steadily increased both in pace and sound. She focused strongly on her own tail pushing Whiteout's spots that she knew she enjoyed being triggered. The NightWing could feel how successful her ministrations were by how her lover's tail trembled against her scales and sometimes slipped out of control, bumping against her labia. The hybrid eyes were almost closed shut and her head facing down as she breathed slowly and deliberately through her mouth, filling the air with her warm mist. ClearSight, on the other talon, had unconsciously raised her neck each time her pleasure grew a notch until she had had her head towering over her mate's. She briskly dropped her muzzle in a diving attack and nipped on Whiteout's ear just the right amount and pulled herself tightly against the hybrid with her tail and legs, grinding their bellies and groins together.

Whiteout's eye flashed open as she cried out loud and jerked madly, her hips thrusting hard against the NightWing's several times as strong spasms coursed all along her body, her wings flapping madly behind her as if she was trying to take off from the lake. ClearSight used all her strength to hold onto her while not letting herself climax yet, which proved more difficult than she had anticipated. Whiteout's orgasm was communicative and the thrusting against her own sex didn't help. She held onto her bite and breathed out through her nostril very noisily in an effort to cool down a bit. As she thought she might finally had it under control, she felt a strong bite at the base of her neck and she froze, her eyes opened wide, her muscles tensed hard and locked, she could count each of her heartbeat as if they had slowed enough to last an eternity. The world around her had also frozen, not a sound, nor a movement, all colors had disappeared. It seemed she could look at everything in great details and at an unnatural speed. A second heartbeat later, she felt her jaw relax and the grip on Whiteout's ear relax until it slipped out, all slippery from her drooling. The hybrid was warm, no. She was hot, very hot against her, the air she exhaled on her neck felt almost like burning as steam spread around her muzzle. A third heartbeat and colors came back to her vision, the water lapping on the shore quite noisily, perhaps she had heard a fish jumping out and back in the lake. A loud groan, an exerted breathing from Whiteout and the pressure on her sex. A fourth heartbeat, ClearSight roared loudly and the whole cave resonated with it. Her vagina ground against Whiteout's with a mind of its own as she spilled herself all over the hybrid's belly.

It took her several more minutes for her to regain a semblance of consciousness, she could feel her heart beating as if the mountain was being shaken by an earthquake. She looked down at Whiteout who had been laying against her and purring like a cat, with her sharp blue eyes half closed as if she was waiting for more. ClearSight smiled softly in her half-dizzy state and lowered herself again, pressing her whole body against Whiteout's and extended her snout into a deep kiss where their tongue intertwined for a while.

Whiteout broke the embrace without a word and smoothly twirled around as if she had been some kind of snake, until her nose faced ClearSight's drenched snatch. She moved her tail backward for balance as she shifted her hind leg out of the way of the NightWing's view.

ClearSight could not take her eyes away from her lover's belly. The delicate scales surrounding her entrance like the petals of a black rose protecting the pistil and her nectar deep inside. She breathed in slowly, taking in all the scents she could get from Whiteout, her tongue lapping at the air reveling in her pheromones. The light making her beautiful nether lips shine brightly with her spent honey.

As she admired the elegance of her lover's body, she was abruptly taken out of her reverie as Whiteout started lapping at her slick pussy. She grind her teeth in surprise then groaned in renewed pleasure, as her heat seemed to grow exponentially around the cool hybrid tongue invading her most private parts. She dove between Whiteout's inviting legs and bumped her snout gently along her lips, saturating her nostrils with her scents and liquids as her tongue slithered along her slit and right onto her bud. This had the effect she expected and Whiteout jerked forward a bit bumping her snout between ClearSight's spread lips. She grinned to herself at her mischievous behavior and before proceeding to push her investigation further, she took upon herself to clean Whiteout's scales off of her delicious nectar. Oh she loved the taste of it and felt like she could just do this for the rest of her life. So sweet and warm, just like pure honey with an indescribable taste that could almost bring her over the edge of another orgasm.

Whiteout has had the same idea and was also lapping ClearSight's groin but slower, much slower as if she wanted to polish each of her scales with her tongue. Not that she minded but it only increased her arousal several folds. She surprised herself yelling in her mind: “ rail me, White!" as she held herself from thrusting against her muzzle. The hybrid dragoness was doing such a perfect job, she had doubts she could even equal her in giving back what she offered.

As she pressed her snout against her opening, Whiteout moved her tail softly behind her head and gently pressed down as if she wanted her to push further. ClearSight obliged and bumped her snout regularly as she pushed her tongue all the way down her tunnel. Soon after Whiteout hips responded in synchronous movements while her head pushed against the NightWing's vagina, replicating exactly what she was doing to her.

ClearSight moved her hind leg to wrap around Whiteout's neck and her tail to push behind her head. She imagined both of them looking like a sort of sexual version of a black and white circular sign with a part of each into the other. Her own hips moving in unison with the lustful music.

For several minutes, they pumped each other's pussy rhythmically, all sounds muffled by their labia. ClearSight could only imagine what Whiteout was feeling right now with her own sensations mixed with what she mentally transmitted to her. Even feeling a bit envious that she couldn't experience it herself. But she knew one thing for sure, they were both enjoying eating each other very much, lapping and swallowing all they could while bathing in a pool of their own doing.

Secretly... well, as secretly as she could, ClearSight has rubbed two of her talons against the dull side of the boulder. At first, it was only out of excitation, until she realized that it was smoothing their tips. She then continued until she was satisfied with how smooth and blunt they had become.

As Whiteout seemed content in continuously lapping her and pumping her tongue in and out, ClearSight stopped and was now spreading her lips apart before easily sliding one talon all the way down Whiteout's depth until she felt a little bump and exerted some pressure on it. The hybrid reaction was immediate and ClearSight received a hot and thick squirt right onto her muzzle. She hardly had any time to enjoy what she had done though before Whiteout doubled down on her and pressed her muzzle even harder, intending to make her cum first. Of course, she took it as a challenge and slid the second talon alongside the first until they both reached the same depth and delicately grabbed the hybrid's clitoris between her lips sucking on it while massaging her insides unwaveringly.

She could feel her getting very close but she wasn't sure if she would be able to make her go over the edge first as she could feel her own mind clouding already. With what's left of her consciousness, she projected the image of what she was seeing and doing in great details to Whiteout. It proved sufficient to make the hybrid explode a second time as she too covered her lover with her orgasmic juices.

Both dragonesses thrashed and roared in immense pleasure as waves after waves washed through their entire bodies. Their mind so overwhelmed that they even forgot to clean each other or provide more stimulation. Their scales were steaming strongly in the coolness of the cave, both so entangled that they almost looked like a double-headed beast with one at each end. Their muscles violent shakes slowly subsided into nervous spasms. Their legs felt so heavy, they had to eventually let them rest on each other's belly or tail. For a long while, only the sounds of dragon heavy breathings were audible in the cave, both too exhausted to move and just exhaling onto each other's tailhole, causing unintended afterglow shivers.

ClearSight couldn't remember how long it took her to come back to her senses enough to raise her head again. All she knew was that Whiteout was just as equally spent as her and had remained motionless with her head pressed against her tail with her eyes closed. She managed to slow down her breath and enjoy the view of her lover so vulnerable and yet so perfect, not wanting to disturb the beautiful sleeping dragon that was using her tail as a pillow.

“I am not sleeping" said Whiteout softly.

ClearSight smiled and nodded as the hybrid slowly stretched and moved away from her. Her large wings straightened all the way up and then she arched her back making a low rumbling sound before she dropped off the boulder. The NightWing imitated her and followed suit as she walked to the lake and dove into it without hesitation.

Whiteout shook her head as she broke through the surface and splashed ClearSight who was tiptoeing her way into the water. She shrieked in surprise and Whiteout froze before she laughed heartily. She had never seen her being so happy before and she wished she could continue making her happy like that. Bittersweetly though, she knew Thoughtful would be able to fulfill that role and that relieved some of her pain.

She jumped into the lake and then swam close to Whiteout, directly proceeding to caress and clean her thoroughly, wherever the sweat and their fluids had stuck. Softly, slowly and diligently, they rubbed each other in the cool water feeling their muscles pain subsiding in exchange of tiredness. ClearSight was the first to yawn and unconsciously laid her head against her lover's neck. Whiteout turned her head and gently positioned it under hers, holding it up cautiously as she swam back to the shore.

Slowly and carefully she put down ClearSight's head on the ground and moved out of the water. Standing far away enough from her before she shook herself dry then walked to the boulder to breath fire all over its surface until it stopped sizzling and all the liquids had evaporated. When she stopped to stare at her job, she asked straightforwardly:

“Will this do for tonight?"

ClearSight approached the boulder. It was surprisingly not as hot as she had expected and looked as if nothing had ever happened there. She softly nodded and gave Whiteout a long neck hug to which the hybrid responded by leaning into it and they both stood there for some more minutes.

Once again, Whiteout was the first to break the hug and jumped back into the makeshift bed, stretching her legs in front of her before laying her head down between them and almost immediately falling asleep. ClearSight slowly climbed and positioned herself beside her mate, pulling a wing over her back as she too dozed off happily.

The sun was still up and several rays of light shone through the hole when she woke up, her right wing was stretched over the empty side of the boulder were Whiteout used to be. She had not noticed her leaving, not unusual for Whiteout as she remembered the few times they had slept together and she had always managed to get up, make breakfast and bring it back before ClearSight even woke up. She yawned and just lazily stretched all of her members; legs, tail and wings before dropping down from the boulder. As she walked to the lake to drink a bit and wash her muzzle awake, she noticed in the corner of her eye a few things that seemed to have been settled on top of a flat stone, right under a beam of sun rays. She shook her head clear of excess water and moved closer to investigate. There were two freshly caught fishes that Whiteout had prepared for her next to a scroll secured by a rock at each corner so that it wouldn't blow away in the wind.

ClearSight blinked, she already knew what the scroll contained and willfully ignored it before setting up to eat the fishes peacefully. She couldn't tell if it was a trick of her mind or if she actually could still smell Whiteout's unique scent on the food that she was consuming.

As she finished her meal, she licked her lips and lapped the stone where the fishes had been, still trying to push the inevitable further away.

Raising her head slightly, the NightWing paused and listened, the cave was eerily silent, not even a breeze was going through it. She had hoped that she had been wrong, that her visions were incorrect, that she could roll back time but alas, she had to face the truth, and while she already knew each and every word, she looked down at the scroll and proceeded to read it slowly, hearing Whiteout's voice in her head as she did so.

_“Dear ClearSight,

You've lit my night like Imperial, Oracle and Perception full together. I wish I could jump islands with you and stay close but we both know your threads are not mine and ours are both already knotted. I have left without waking you up as I do not believe I could have said all this and not bind your wings to this continent. You know my words before I spread them and so do I but I still feel like spilling some ink as you've spilled mine last night. I will have rejoined our tribe along the up flowing river at the MudWings by the time you are reading this scroll.

I look at that shining teardrop under your sealed purple sapphire and I long for you too already. So many threads, yet so few loose. I see the unlivable path of us as you do and can't fathom killing them all for a foolishness that only a hatchling would show. Why do we care more of them than they care of us?

I want to shake you like the sea, and push you above the warm streams where we could both sail and leave them behind but it isn't fair for our futures. For_ their _futures. The joy we could have brought to them if it hadn't snowed. And the family we could all have been. It feels like I'm already on the tangerine island where talons melt and moons disappear.

You will probably be happy to know that Brother will bring us back home when we are green and tangled and our letters be read to dragonets by Mother. Your threads only go so deep in the darkness of times and distance, I wanted to extend your azure a little more and dry your sight as I should mine before leaving you here.

Thoughtful and I will create more art, blue will have you, black will remember you. As many as the moons will allow. I will have one of them named after you if we can reach the tangerine mountain in time. I will make sure to knit the correct thread before the gray sky.

I will never thank you enough to bring me and him together, we dinged and resonated immediately in a rainbow of word. For a short while, I thought you had acted red like Listener until I saw his emerald inside and the way he built.

I know your trip will be fruitful but I can't help shaking at the white of the sky almost nibbling at your scales, so hot and yet so cold. But your gold will be there to love and expand. Funny that you and Brother will sculpt the dragons to come for further than you and I can spin, so far apart and yet almost close together again.

I shall go now before Thoughtful get all tangled and react improperly to my non-presence.

I like that you will see me up in the starry nights and so will I. All three of us together every century.

Your Wishful Thinking dragoness, forever and ever._

_ Whiteout"_

ClearSight exhaled heavily and wiped some of her tears, making sure they didn't fall onto the scroll.

When her tears dried up and her heart ached a bit less, she rolled it back and put it into one of her bags where she was sure it wouldn't be crushed or torn.

She stared back at the lake then at the boulder wistfully before she turned around and walked out of the cave, down the anfractuous corridor they had used the previous day. She could just take off and leave the cave faster through the hole on top but she didn't feel like flying at that very moment.

After what felt like an hour-long walk, she finally emerged outside of Jade Mountain, the sun was already low on the horizon but still bright enough that ClearSight had to keep her eyes half-closed until they had adapted to the light. Soon it would be night again and she would fly toward that lost continent where new adventures awaited her. She was both eager and anxious to leave. Leaving this life and her love behind even if she knew both would be in better talons than if she stayed proved more painful than she had anticipated. She wished she could just follow her heart as she had always done but this time she just couldn't. This time called for wisdom, she would be happy again but not here.

She raised her head and inhaled the air as a light breeze ran through the valley. It was smelling of fresh grass, game and a hint of salt from the sea. In her visions, the thermals picked up strong and could carry her without much effort if she avoided the dark spiraling winds forming way offshore of the two continents.

The path unraveled in her mind, if she followed it to the letter, she could arrive right on time to fulfill her prophecy.

All would be well.

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Explanation for Whiteout's letter:

jump islands: refers to ClearSight jumping islands to islands so she can rest before reaching Pantala.

your threads are not mine: refers to the different futures ClearSight can see, each being a different thread. Here she means that they each have their future set and cannot change them.

you've spilled (my ink): refers to ClearSight making her orgasm.

I look at that shining teardrop under your sealed purple sapphire: ClearSight is crying during her sleep and her eyes are purple.

I see the unlivable path...: headcanon Whiteout sees the future further than ClearSight and knows that if they stay together it will lead to the destruction of dragons as we know it.

shake you like the sea: rocking back and forth like waves do to a boat.

push you above the warm streams: Whiteout refers to the wind thermals.

tangerine island where talons melt and moons disappear: taken from Legend DarkStalker, tangerine: lava, moon disappear: dust covering the NightWing island sky.

Brother will bring us back home when we are green and tangled and our letters be read to dragonets by Mother.: refers to previous headcanon, green and tangled: refers to the RainForest, post arc 2: Hope will read historical scrolls in Jade Mountain Academy.

Your threads only go so deep (...) extend your azure a little more and dry your sight: refers to previous headcanon, and drying her tears.

blue will have you, black will remember you.: blue refers to the painting Whiteout makes, black refers to the NightWing offsprings she will have (the color of NightWings).

to knit the correct thread before the gray sky.: She will chose the correct path to have her egg hatch before the volcano covers the island for good so that they would hatch under a full moon.

the white of the sky: the lightnings.

you and Brother will sculpt the dragons to come : arc 2 and 3: DarkStalker will shape the future for dragons on Pyrrhia and ClearSight on Pantala.

All three of us together every century.: Whiteout compared herself, ClearSight and DarkStalker to Imperial, Oracle and Perception, the three moons.