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This is a work of Fiction and does not correlate with reality in anyway.
This story depicts Popping of Inflatable Characters.
Characters are cast with blessing from respective Owners.
Artwork by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/alitaberserker
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The Unscheduled Detour
The map fluttered as the two Dragons bickered. "It was only $88 for each of us, my friend already agreed to check us in on his flight, but noooo, you don't want to be deflated and packed." Ping, the black dragon said in a mocking tone. Rolling his eyes, Tom brought his attention back to studying the map. It was his fault after all, for using a cheap GPS whose battery died not even mid journey. The bungling wasn't all his though. The map Ping brought was a road map, and not a terrain one and at this height, it was impossible to identify any useful landmarks. So the pair flew on, blindly following the setting sun westward, hugging the mountains and hills to take advantage of rising thermals.
Tom gave up. While folding the map back into it's travel pouch, he spotted the edge of a town and waved to Ping. "Hey ! There's a town not far that way, we can visit for directions and maybe spend the night there." Ping took the proffered map and tucked it away in his travel harness. "Yon want to land in an unknown town, whose inhabitants may never seen Dragons like us before, and spend the night there ? You want to get pitchforked while you sleep ?" He had a point, though the pitchforking tickled a dark fancy within Tom. But the sun was setting and the rapidly cooling air is causing their inflatable forms to soften and tire. "Look, there's a clearing in that wood just outside town. Let's very carefully fly down, read a street sign or two to get our bearings, then spend the night there. We'll figure out where to go in the morning." Tom gave him an uncertain look, but nodded in agreement anyway.
The pair planned an approach. Tom, whose hide was bright red and therefore easily spotted, will circle outside of town, keeping to the treeline and looking for signs that spelt the town's name. Ping meanwhile with his darker colouring, will go in closer to spy street names and postcodes. They will meet up at the clearing before sundown. As they swoop in to make their runs, Ping saw a figure in a small clearing. It moved as they approached. "We've just been spotted, get away !" Tom started to bank away, aborting the run as Ping hazard a look back whilst following. The air in him chilled, the setting sun gleamed off a point that was tracking Tom's rear. With a burst of speed, he raced towards his scarlet friend. There was a loud CRACK ! Without thinking, he crashed his snout into Tom's flank, just as something tore into his side and embedded itself in his right wing. Ping never saw what he was hit with. There was a large gash in his flank and his air was rushing out from the wound. The last thing he registered was Tom recovering from his shove before the setting sun grew rapidly brighter, engulfing his vision as he fell.
Tom righted himself just in time to see his friend freeze in mid air, depleting the sheer upward momentum he brought. Then, he began to tumble, one wing flapping deflated in the wind as his body softens from air loss. Tom reached out and grabbed an arm. Ping was much heavier than Tom and his deflating form was dragging them both down despite Tom beating his wings furiously. Unseen, a second bolt was being aimed. The target now moving much more slowly. Another CRACK ! sending the broadhead wizzing through the air. Tom's hide was not as thick and as the bolt hit the base of his tail, it punctured through to the top before stopping. The bolt seem to be designed for targets like them, causing large "+" shaped punctures upon penetration. Toms's eyes momentarily crossed and he bit his lower lip as air rapidly streams out of the two punctures. It was pointless to gain altitude, his strength was rapidly bleeding away and he was starting to feel light headed. He aimed for a house and braced himself to crash land. "I'm sorry my friend..." dropping Ping and hitting the ground, passing out from air loss shortly afterwards.
Ping awoke to the sound of an electric pump whirlling away. His eyes resolve a red and yellow face looking at him. As he slowly regained wakefulness, the face went away and called to someone behind him, "He's awake !". He was still too flat to move, but gaining strength by the second. His side felt stiff, there was a large, thick patch has been applied there. It was a good feeling, being airtight again. The face came back, it was Tom. "Hey, relax, we can't put you back at full pressure right now, but you'll be able to move soon." Just then, a scaly hand rub across his tail and around his valve, the clawed tips raking his scale texture vinyl while checking his pressure. When he grew firm enough, the pump died down. The same hands removed the hose and plugged his valve, pushing it in and restoring his sleek, aerodynamic form. Tom looked around sheepishly, "We are um, we were a little more off course than expected." Getting up onto his feet, "Ok, where are we then ?" A figure stepped out from behind. "You're in my home." said a grey and aquamarine Dragoness, "So nice of you two to 'drop' by, it's a very rare treat to meet someone new, especially someone as exquisite as...you." Her eyes were lingering on Ping's magnificent build, perhaps a little too long on the side of comfortable but before things began to feel too awkward;
"Ahem" went Tom. "This is Vaesuya, she's a... um, a friend."
"A friend ? She attacked us !"
Vaesuya interjected, "You were quite the hero. I'm very sorry about your injuries, the view through the scope isn't clear. The shot was ment for him." She gesture to Tom. "I wasn't expecting him to bring company. But please, stay a while, I wish to make it up for you."
Tom, fiddling with his scarf and wearing a very sheepish look on his face, piped. "Ping, I'm really sorry about all this."
"Wait, about what ? What is going on ?"
"There is no pooltoy convention. I wanted to introduce you to Vaesuya, I didn't know how to properly put you up to it. So, I made up the event. And that is why I didn't want to take the plane. I'm really sorry, I just really want you to meet Vaesuya."
Tom had casually told him about his 'Mistress' before. How much he loves her and what they were 'into'. Seeing the effort in deception, the acting on the way here, and the guilty look currently hanging on his face, Tom must really trust him and wishes to advance their friendship to a deeper level. To be fair, he bought the whole act, hook, line and sinker.
Vaesuya stepped in between the two inflatables, "Please, do stay a few days, for your injuries to heal properly at least. You'll find it quite comfortable here, and there is a pool. I promise you'll certainly have a better time here than at any convention."
Sitting down to ease the ever increasing pile of conflicting thoughts. He knew Tom wasn't a bad person, and the 'attack' was apparently some form of greeting-prank they play on each other. Ping looked at Vaesuya, then at Tom, who had a fragile smile on his face, then to the artifacts dotted about the room, covered his eyes with his front claws and sighed.
"I'm in a pop dungeon aren't I ?"
Tom and Vaesuya looked at each other, then back at the black Dragon, and both nodded together.
"Fine ! But don't make things too weird !"
Tom rush-tackled his friend, flipping him onto his back with a big hug. "Oh thank you ! Don't worry, Vaesuya is a master of the art."
The pair quickly rushed out, leaving Ping alone in the spacious room. It was very clear this is where they conducted their 'private' activities. Several reflex and compound bows, with their complimentary quivers, hung on one wall, which was also shared by a rather mean looking crossbow. Below them were ornate chests of drawers on which sat several electric pumps and recently used repair materials. A glass doored cabinet sat between those and a TV in one corner, that has several game consoles hooked up. The sofa was so arranged that Tom can lay down to watch and play as well. The other walls were dominated by large curtained windows and sliding glass doors.
Having nothing better to do, Ping padded over and peered into the glass display. There were framed pictures of Vaesuya together with Tom, holiday scenes and odd bits of souvenirs from travels. There were also magazines. Stack upon stacks loaded with crossbow quarrels. Ping wince and turned away from all the sharp tips pointing at him, but to any self respecting Dragon, gold is always alluring and the golden titanium nitride tipped bolts pulled his attention back. They were mostly 3 and 4 bladed broadheads with a few more special ones mixed among them, like needle and barbed points. They were a few loaded with suction cups as well, whatever could those be used for ?
Hearing footsteps, the black Dragon backed away from the display and acted non-chalant when Tom returned. Balanced on his back and wings were a pile of oversized pillows and a large folded quilt. Vaesuya came next, with a tin of paint and several large brushes on a tray. They both went separate ways once entering the room to set down their loads. Tom set about laying what could be the guest bed, and when done, bounded over to Ping and nudge him towards it. The pillows were soft and luxurious but Tom only stood by with a sheepish look.
"Um... I don't want to sound too forwards, but ah, Vaesuya would like to know, if...er, you would, um... mind, ah... giving her... um, justatinylittleride ?"
Ping peered over Tom's shoulders. Vaesuya was suddenly very concerned with the arrangement of brushes in the tray she brought. Then gaze back at Tom, who was sporting a crooked, nervous, smile. Then back at Vaesuya, who was now reading the paint lables. Knowing enough already about the couple and not wanting to be a poor house guest, he said in a clear steady voice:
"Would she prefer belly or back ?"
A delighted squeel erupted from across the room and the thundering footsteps drowned out the little "Thank you" that squeaked out of Tom. Vaesuya burst in from under a wing, hands clapsed, big smile on her face and a voice shaky with excitement.
"May I have a belly ride please ?"
Rearranging some pillows, the black Dragon carefully set himself down, turning over, unfurling his wings to fully expose his yellow belly. Turning his head to Vaesuya, he offered a foreclaw to help her up, which she happily accepted. The claws on the Dragoness' feet were razor sharp, so she stepped very gingerly over the wide belly until she straddled it, squeaking and sinking in deeply as the Dragon was at recovery pressures. They both stared at each other in awkward silence. Long enough Ping was about to ask whether she'd just had a stroke, but held his tounge in deference to all the claws currently resting on him. Instead, less rudely,
"By all means, make yourself comfortable, miss."
The Dragon's vinyl began to crumple and creak as Vaesuya brought her legs up and shifted her weight to lay full length on the belly, her fine pebble scales rubbing sensually against the vinyl. Clawed fingers soon started exploring too, reaching downwards and stroking the scale textured vinyl on his flanks. Her aquamarine tail swept back and fore over a sensitive spot at the base of his tail, while feet claws tickled his thighs. Ping couldn't help resting his head fully on a comfy pillow and letting out a contented sigh. He hasn't been pampered like this in a very long time.
Vaesuya was amazed. Ping was such a different Dragon compared to Tom. His thicker hide projected confidence and strength, certainly fitting his closed, stoic personality. Taking a deep breath, his faint scent even felt, industrial. Similar to the heavy rubber mats found in high voltage facilities. She has met a few of Tom's inflatable Dragon friends, but non where at all like this beast. Before she could lose herself further in her new friend, Tom came back to announce he was ready.
"Ready for what ?" Ping looked up as Vaesuya carefully got off.
"We're planning on a game of darts, and we very much like you to join in."
A finely varnished box was brought among them. Vaesuya opened it to reveal very expensive, yet odd looking darts. Their tips were far too big, they have very unusual barbed points, specificly so they can remain in place after penetrating a thin material. Ping got up and looked around the room.
"W-where is... the dart board ?"
Tom undid his orange scarf, handed it to Vaesuya, then bounded across the room. He sat down and held up his arms in the surrender gesture, exposing his plump yellow belly where a large circular target has been painted on. The black Dragon backed away squeakly from the offered box, shaking his head. The Dragoness put the box down and sat beside him. Picking up a dart and turning it in her hand.
"Popping isn't intrinsicly bad. When done with love and care, it can be an uplifting experience for both. It also reinforces the bond and trust between partners. And besides, it is much more enjoyable than what your preconceived notions lead you to believe. Observe."
A dart went sailing through the air and hit it's target with a loud "KERPLUNK !". Ping opened his eyes to see a dart dangling painfully from Tom's softly hissing belly. Tom's face however, told different. His eyes were crossed upwards, teeth biting his lower lip trying to supress a squeal of pleasure, that was still softly creeping out of from his muzzle corners to the tune of "EeeEeee..." Another dart took flight, and another and still one more, all hitting their target. Tom jerked and convulsed, letting loose a combination of "Teehees", "Aahahahas" and "Ooohhs" as each dart punctured his belly. His hands trembled as he began kneading and rubbing his leaking belly, resisting the urge to pull the embedded darts out. A very audible hissing began to fill the room as more and more darts landed.
Vaesuya picked up the last dart from the box and turned to Ping, took his foreclaw, placed the dart in it and nodded with a look in her eyes that just says "go on". Taking the dart between two inflated claws, he let out a sigh and turned to take aim. Closing his eyes tight, he swung his arm in a half-hearted underarm throw. The dart arced ungracefully across the room, there was a sudden loud shuffling SQUEAK ! followed by the unmistakable KERPLUNK ! that made Ping wince. Cracking his eyes open, Tom was standing in a slightly different position, with an additional dart hissing from the bullseye on his belly.
"Nice shot !"
Tom suddenly started brushing off the embedded darts, letting them fall willy nilly about and then bounded hissyly over to tackle them both into the pile of pillows. The group settled in with Tom holding Vaesuya against Ping's chest in a tight hug. Ping felt the streams of air from Tom's many punctures tickle his belly. As more escaped, Tom's embrace slacken and relaxed. Letting out a contented sigh, Tom whispered to Ping:
"Hey, do you want to try it ? It feels really good, I promise."
Looking at the blissful, contented face, Ping reluctantly nodded. Tom soon closed his eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep, his grip relaxed enough allowing Vaesuya to shift positions. Ping shuddered as he felt a clawed hand began stroking his neck. He tried to relax as sharp claws began raking the pebble textured vinyl there until one sharp claw was selected for the deed. He let out a soft whimper as it was pressed into his skin. Harder and deeper it was pushed but his low pressure and resilient material was making it a challenge. Vaesuya never let up the pressure until finally, the claw punctured with a SNAP, elitciting a small cry of pain from the Dragon.
The claw withdrew slowly, giving time for the hiss to grow in volume. As air streamed out, Vaesuya began stroking the big Dragon again. Using her whole body to knead and encourage air out of the small puncture. The ministrations cause Ping to feel dizzy and drowsy. A wave of contentment washed over his body and mind as he felt his pressure slacken. He barely registered Vaesuya grinding her finely scaled body against his deflating belly. Lucky Tom was already asleep. Just before he drifted off, Ping folded his massive wings into a yellow cacoon about the group, letting the soft hiss of escaping air lull him the rest of the way to slumber.
Calming down from her own excitement, Vaesuya pulled the two flaccid Dragons tightly about her. She has a full day of patching ahead, but now, who can ask for a better place to fall asleep ? Shifting around, she pulled out a dart Tom had missed earlier, took careful aim, and threw it at the light switch. The room plunged into darkness, with only the soft dawn light creeping in from under the thick curtains.
End.
Oh, you're here. Thanks for reading this far. I do hope you enjoyed this little story. Do say so in the comments below. If you didn't, heck, do say so as well. All in the name of improvent.
This story depicts Popping of Inflatable Characters.
Characters are cast with blessing from respective Owners.
Artwork by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/alitaberserker
______________________________________________
The Unscheduled Detour
The map fluttered as the two Dragons bickered. "It was only $88 for each of us, my friend already agreed to check us in on his flight, but noooo, you don't want to be deflated and packed." Ping, the black dragon said in a mocking tone. Rolling his eyes, Tom brought his attention back to studying the map. It was his fault after all, for using a cheap GPS whose battery died not even mid journey. The bungling wasn't all his though. The map Ping brought was a road map, and not a terrain one and at this height, it was impossible to identify any useful landmarks. So the pair flew on, blindly following the setting sun westward, hugging the mountains and hills to take advantage of rising thermals.
Tom gave up. While folding the map back into it's travel pouch, he spotted the edge of a town and waved to Ping. "Hey ! There's a town not far that way, we can visit for directions and maybe spend the night there." Ping took the proffered map and tucked it away in his travel harness. "Yon want to land in an unknown town, whose inhabitants may never seen Dragons like us before, and spend the night there ? You want to get pitchforked while you sleep ?" He had a point, though the pitchforking tickled a dark fancy within Tom. But the sun was setting and the rapidly cooling air is causing their inflatable forms to soften and tire. "Look, there's a clearing in that wood just outside town. Let's very carefully fly down, read a street sign or two to get our bearings, then spend the night there. We'll figure out where to go in the morning." Tom gave him an uncertain look, but nodded in agreement anyway.
The pair planned an approach. Tom, whose hide was bright red and therefore easily spotted, will circle outside of town, keeping to the treeline and looking for signs that spelt the town's name. Ping meanwhile with his darker colouring, will go in closer to spy street names and postcodes. They will meet up at the clearing before sundown. As they swoop in to make their runs, Ping saw a figure in a small clearing. It moved as they approached. "We've just been spotted, get away !" Tom started to bank away, aborting the run as Ping hazard a look back whilst following. The air in him chilled, the setting sun gleamed off a point that was tracking Tom's rear. With a burst of speed, he raced towards his scarlet friend. There was a loud CRACK ! Without thinking, he crashed his snout into Tom's flank, just as something tore into his side and embedded itself in his right wing. Ping never saw what he was hit with. There was a large gash in his flank and his air was rushing out from the wound. The last thing he registered was Tom recovering from his shove before the setting sun grew rapidly brighter, engulfing his vision as he fell.
Tom righted himself just in time to see his friend freeze in mid air, depleting the sheer upward momentum he brought. Then, he began to tumble, one wing flapping deflated in the wind as his body softens from air loss. Tom reached out and grabbed an arm. Ping was much heavier than Tom and his deflating form was dragging them both down despite Tom beating his wings furiously. Unseen, a second bolt was being aimed. The target now moving much more slowly. Another CRACK ! sending the broadhead wizzing through the air. Tom's hide was not as thick and as the bolt hit the base of his tail, it punctured through to the top before stopping. The bolt seem to be designed for targets like them, causing large "+" shaped punctures upon penetration. Toms's eyes momentarily crossed and he bit his lower lip as air rapidly streams out of the two punctures. It was pointless to gain altitude, his strength was rapidly bleeding away and he was starting to feel light headed. He aimed for a house and braced himself to crash land. "I'm sorry my friend..." dropping Ping and hitting the ground, passing out from air loss shortly afterwards.
Ping awoke to the sound of an electric pump whirlling away. His eyes resolve a red and yellow face looking at him. As he slowly regained wakefulness, the face went away and called to someone behind him, "He's awake !". He was still too flat to move, but gaining strength by the second. His side felt stiff, there was a large, thick patch has been applied there. It was a good feeling, being airtight again. The face came back, it was Tom. "Hey, relax, we can't put you back at full pressure right now, but you'll be able to move soon." Just then, a scaly hand rub across his tail and around his valve, the clawed tips raking his scale texture vinyl while checking his pressure. When he grew firm enough, the pump died down. The same hands removed the hose and plugged his valve, pushing it in and restoring his sleek, aerodynamic form. Tom looked around sheepishly, "We are um, we were a little more off course than expected." Getting up onto his feet, "Ok, where are we then ?" A figure stepped out from behind. "You're in my home." said a grey and aquamarine Dragoness, "So nice of you two to 'drop' by, it's a very rare treat to meet someone new, especially someone as exquisite as...you." Her eyes were lingering on Ping's magnificent build, perhaps a little too long on the side of comfortable but before things began to feel too awkward;
"Ahem" went Tom. "This is Vaesuya, she's a... um, a friend."
"A friend ? She attacked us !"
Vaesuya interjected, "You were quite the hero. I'm very sorry about your injuries, the view through the scope isn't clear. The shot was ment for him." She gesture to Tom. "I wasn't expecting him to bring company. But please, stay a while, I wish to make it up for you."
Tom, fiddling with his scarf and wearing a very sheepish look on his face, piped. "Ping, I'm really sorry about all this."
"Wait, about what ? What is going on ?"
"There is no pooltoy convention. I wanted to introduce you to Vaesuya, I didn't know how to properly put you up to it. So, I made up the event. And that is why I didn't want to take the plane. I'm really sorry, I just really want you to meet Vaesuya."
Tom had casually told him about his 'Mistress' before. How much he loves her and what they were 'into'. Seeing the effort in deception, the acting on the way here, and the guilty look currently hanging on his face, Tom must really trust him and wishes to advance their friendship to a deeper level. To be fair, he bought the whole act, hook, line and sinker.
Vaesuya stepped in between the two inflatables, "Please, do stay a few days, for your injuries to heal properly at least. You'll find it quite comfortable here, and there is a pool. I promise you'll certainly have a better time here than at any convention."
Sitting down to ease the ever increasing pile of conflicting thoughts. He knew Tom wasn't a bad person, and the 'attack' was apparently some form of greeting-prank they play on each other. Ping looked at Vaesuya, then at Tom, who had a fragile smile on his face, then to the artifacts dotted about the room, covered his eyes with his front claws and sighed.
"I'm in a pop dungeon aren't I ?"
Tom and Vaesuya looked at each other, then back at the black Dragon, and both nodded together.
"Fine ! But don't make things too weird !"
Tom rush-tackled his friend, flipping him onto his back with a big hug. "Oh thank you ! Don't worry, Vaesuya is a master of the art."
The pair quickly rushed out, leaving Ping alone in the spacious room. It was very clear this is where they conducted their 'private' activities. Several reflex and compound bows, with their complimentary quivers, hung on one wall, which was also shared by a rather mean looking crossbow. Below them were ornate chests of drawers on which sat several electric pumps and recently used repair materials. A glass doored cabinet sat between those and a TV in one corner, that has several game consoles hooked up. The sofa was so arranged that Tom can lay down to watch and play as well. The other walls were dominated by large curtained windows and sliding glass doors.
Having nothing better to do, Ping padded over and peered into the glass display. There were framed pictures of Vaesuya together with Tom, holiday scenes and odd bits of souvenirs from travels. There were also magazines. Stack upon stacks loaded with crossbow quarrels. Ping wince and turned away from all the sharp tips pointing at him, but to any self respecting Dragon, gold is always alluring and the golden titanium nitride tipped bolts pulled his attention back. They were mostly 3 and 4 bladed broadheads with a few more special ones mixed among them, like needle and barbed points. They were a few loaded with suction cups as well, whatever could those be used for ?
Hearing footsteps, the black Dragon backed away from the display and acted non-chalant when Tom returned. Balanced on his back and wings were a pile of oversized pillows and a large folded quilt. Vaesuya came next, with a tin of paint and several large brushes on a tray. They both went separate ways once entering the room to set down their loads. Tom set about laying what could be the guest bed, and when done, bounded over to Ping and nudge him towards it. The pillows were soft and luxurious but Tom only stood by with a sheepish look.
"Um... I don't want to sound too forwards, but ah, Vaesuya would like to know, if...er, you would, um... mind, ah... giving her... um, justatinylittleride ?"
Ping peered over Tom's shoulders. Vaesuya was suddenly very concerned with the arrangement of brushes in the tray she brought. Then gaze back at Tom, who was sporting a crooked, nervous, smile. Then back at Vaesuya, who was now reading the paint lables. Knowing enough already about the couple and not wanting to be a poor house guest, he said in a clear steady voice:
"Would she prefer belly or back ?"
A delighted squeel erupted from across the room and the thundering footsteps drowned out the little "Thank you" that squeaked out of Tom. Vaesuya burst in from under a wing, hands clapsed, big smile on her face and a voice shaky with excitement.
"May I have a belly ride please ?"
Rearranging some pillows, the black Dragon carefully set himself down, turning over, unfurling his wings to fully expose his yellow belly. Turning his head to Vaesuya, he offered a foreclaw to help her up, which she happily accepted. The claws on the Dragoness' feet were razor sharp, so she stepped very gingerly over the wide belly until she straddled it, squeaking and sinking in deeply as the Dragon was at recovery pressures. They both stared at each other in awkward silence. Long enough Ping was about to ask whether she'd just had a stroke, but held his tounge in deference to all the claws currently resting on him. Instead, less rudely,
"By all means, make yourself comfortable, miss."
The Dragon's vinyl began to crumple and creak as Vaesuya brought her legs up and shifted her weight to lay full length on the belly, her fine pebble scales rubbing sensually against the vinyl. Clawed fingers soon started exploring too, reaching downwards and stroking the scale textured vinyl on his flanks. Her aquamarine tail swept back and fore over a sensitive spot at the base of his tail, while feet claws tickled his thighs. Ping couldn't help resting his head fully on a comfy pillow and letting out a contented sigh. He hasn't been pampered like this in a very long time.
Vaesuya was amazed. Ping was such a different Dragon compared to Tom. His thicker hide projected confidence and strength, certainly fitting his closed, stoic personality. Taking a deep breath, his faint scent even felt, industrial. Similar to the heavy rubber mats found in high voltage facilities. She has met a few of Tom's inflatable Dragon friends, but non where at all like this beast. Before she could lose herself further in her new friend, Tom came back to announce he was ready.
"Ready for what ?" Ping looked up as Vaesuya carefully got off.
"We're planning on a game of darts, and we very much like you to join in."
A finely varnished box was brought among them. Vaesuya opened it to reveal very expensive, yet odd looking darts. Their tips were far too big, they have very unusual barbed points, specificly so they can remain in place after penetrating a thin material. Ping got up and looked around the room.
"W-where is... the dart board ?"
Tom undid his orange scarf, handed it to Vaesuya, then bounded across the room. He sat down and held up his arms in the surrender gesture, exposing his plump yellow belly where a large circular target has been painted on. The black Dragon backed away squeakly from the offered box, shaking his head. The Dragoness put the box down and sat beside him. Picking up a dart and turning it in her hand.
"Popping isn't intrinsicly bad. When done with love and care, it can be an uplifting experience for both. It also reinforces the bond and trust between partners. And besides, it is much more enjoyable than what your preconceived notions lead you to believe. Observe."
A dart went sailing through the air and hit it's target with a loud "KERPLUNK !". Ping opened his eyes to see a dart dangling painfully from Tom's softly hissing belly. Tom's face however, told different. His eyes were crossed upwards, teeth biting his lower lip trying to supress a squeal of pleasure, that was still softly creeping out of from his muzzle corners to the tune of "EeeEeee..." Another dart took flight, and another and still one more, all hitting their target. Tom jerked and convulsed, letting loose a combination of "Teehees", "Aahahahas" and "Ooohhs" as each dart punctured his belly. His hands trembled as he began kneading and rubbing his leaking belly, resisting the urge to pull the embedded darts out. A very audible hissing began to fill the room as more and more darts landed.
Vaesuya picked up the last dart from the box and turned to Ping, took his foreclaw, placed the dart in it and nodded with a look in her eyes that just says "go on". Taking the dart between two inflated claws, he let out a sigh and turned to take aim. Closing his eyes tight, he swung his arm in a half-hearted underarm throw. The dart arced ungracefully across the room, there was a sudden loud shuffling SQUEAK ! followed by the unmistakable KERPLUNK ! that made Ping wince. Cracking his eyes open, Tom was standing in a slightly different position, with an additional dart hissing from the bullseye on his belly.
"Nice shot !"
Tom suddenly started brushing off the embedded darts, letting them fall willy nilly about and then bounded hissyly over to tackle them both into the pile of pillows. The group settled in with Tom holding Vaesuya against Ping's chest in a tight hug. Ping felt the streams of air from Tom's many punctures tickle his belly. As more escaped, Tom's embrace slacken and relaxed. Letting out a contented sigh, Tom whispered to Ping:
"Hey, do you want to try it ? It feels really good, I promise."
Looking at the blissful, contented face, Ping reluctantly nodded. Tom soon closed his eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep, his grip relaxed enough allowing Vaesuya to shift positions. Ping shuddered as he felt a clawed hand began stroking his neck. He tried to relax as sharp claws began raking the pebble textured vinyl there until one sharp claw was selected for the deed. He let out a soft whimper as it was pressed into his skin. Harder and deeper it was pushed but his low pressure and resilient material was making it a challenge. Vaesuya never let up the pressure until finally, the claw punctured with a SNAP, elitciting a small cry of pain from the Dragon.
The claw withdrew slowly, giving time for the hiss to grow in volume. As air streamed out, Vaesuya began stroking the big Dragon again. Using her whole body to knead and encourage air out of the small puncture. The ministrations cause Ping to feel dizzy and drowsy. A wave of contentment washed over his body and mind as he felt his pressure slacken. He barely registered Vaesuya grinding her finely scaled body against his deflating belly. Lucky Tom was already asleep. Just before he drifted off, Ping folded his massive wings into a yellow cacoon about the group, letting the soft hiss of escaping air lull him the rest of the way to slumber.
Calming down from her own excitement, Vaesuya pulled the two flaccid Dragons tightly about her. She has a full day of patching ahead, but now, who can ask for a better place to fall asleep ? Shifting around, she pulled out a dart Tom had missed earlier, took careful aim, and threw it at the light switch. The room plunged into darkness, with only the soft dawn light creeping in from under the thick curtains.
End.
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Western Dragon
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