Twice-Teased Trishka

And the second tease story for tonight is for another friend, Trishka ( https://twitter.com/HoboSiege ) who I could never pass up a chance to tease and make squirm <3

This story involves a quiet night alone for Trishka, a familiar red dragon, and the identical magical clone of Trishka that he creates. Something pervy is a-foot.

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Twice-Teased Trishka

By Dragonien

"Where the hell do you even get this kind of stuff?"

The snow white-furred vixen stared down at the red-hided dragon seated on the couch in front of her. Even with him sitting and her standing their faces were still nearly eye to eye with how tall the dragon was. Her arms crossed under her chest; causing the tight dark blue fabric of her sports bra to stretch a bit tighter around her ample bosom. Her shorts similarly puled taunt when she shifted her weight predominantly onto her left leg, jutting that hip out in the process. All the while she casually rolled the small glass vial of the strange, glowing orange liquid between the fingers of her left hand as she waited for an answer.

"I know a guy." Dragonien replied simply. 

Trishka simply arched an eyebrow quizzically at him in response, clearly not accepting that as an acceptable answer. When the silence went on between them for another long minute the dragon answered again.

"OK, I know a MAGIC guy." He amended, unable to entirely keep the grin off his face. "Just trust me, its 100% guaranteed both to work, and be temporary. It will only last through the weekend. by Monday morning it'll be as if nothing ever happened."

"Fine." Trishka finally relented, though she never softened her accusing glare at the dragon. "But if this like, gives me two heads or something both of them are going to bite your head off."

"Ooh, kinky. It's not even dark out and we're already to biting." The dragon retorted with a lurid insinuation in his tone of voice.

To that, Trishka simply turned her back on the dragon. In doing so, the dragon got his face smacked rather forcefully by the thick mass of her ample, fluffy tail whipping across the side of his head. Normally he wouldn't have minded the view of her turning around and presenting her back to him but the tail whip ensured she robbed him of that initial amusement and pre-empted any additional perverse comments from the dragon. Before he could recover and try again she decided to just bite the bullet and trust him. It only took a split second for her to jam the claw of her thumb into the small cork of the bottle and pop it open. Rather than risk whatever terrible taste it held she simply lifted the bottle up and shotgunned its contents all in one go. 

To her surprise, it tasted rather pleasantly of orange juice just with a slightly thicker viscosity. 

"Alright, how long does it take to-whoa." 

She hadn't even gotten all the way through her sentence much less been able to turn around and face the dragon again before a strange wave of vertigo overtook her. Her whole body began to heat up like she suddenly had a fever and she could feel sweat beginning to build up on her brow. She stumbled a half step to the side then widened her stance to keep herself steady and upright as the vertigo increased. The room around her seemed to spin and her whole center of balance and ability to focus on a single point seemed like it was attached to a suddenly-wobbling bobble-head. Her body felt like it was wanting to go in two directions at once as she struggled to keep her balance. It felt oddly like that leaden weight you get in your legs when you sit on the toilet for too long and your legs fall asleep and feel like they're being pulled to the ground by their own weight as blood struggles to rush back into them. Except instead of it pulling down on her legs and making it a struggle to stand, she felt like it was pulling her in either direction to her sides. The heat inside of her built up until she felt like she was on fire; her muzzle hanging open and panting in a very undignified, canine manner that in any other circumstance she'd have been appalled to do in front of anyone else. Then she stumbled and as suddenly as the sensation had started in her it stopped. The strange thing was... she didn't know which direction she had stumbled. The truth was far stranger than a simple disorientation though. She hadn't stumbled to the left or to the right.

She had done both.

Trishka looked to her side and her eyes went wide as she found herself staring at... Herself. For a moment, she stared at her mirror reflection; raising one hand and watching it do the same then lowering it back down just as quickly. She stuck out her tongue and so did her reflection. Then, she reached out to pinch her reflection on the cheek. To her shock, her reflection mirrored her but not in the way she expected! as her fingers suddenly found themselves clamping down on a fur-covered cheek that she hadn't expected to be there she felt a matching pair of fingers grabbing a fingerful of the skin on her upper arm and pinching in much the same manner.

"OW!"

"OW!"

The two Trishka's exclaimed in unison to the sudden, sharp pain of the pinching. Both retracted their hands and used them to rub at their respective sore spots, making it plain in the process that there was no mirror reflecting them to each other. There was simply two of them. 

"Y'all have no idea how incredibly adorable that was." Dragonien commented with a grin.

Instantly both vixens whipped their heads around to glare at the dragon who was still so casually slouching in the middle of the couch and watching them both. 

"Now you listen-"

"How dare-"

Both vixens paused mid-sentence and turned to look at one another again. Their eyes narrowed briefly at one another as if searching for some kind of difference or abnormality only they could spot. Then, as if trying to surprise the other they both yelled a random word.

"BANANA!"

"SUBMARINE!"

Both seemed genuinely confused at their lack of matching answers, as if they had expected to be a perfect mirror of each other. Yet already in less than two minutes the two identical vixens seemed to be diverging in ever so minuscule ways. When Dragonien cleared his throat to regain their attention, they both turned back to look at him.

"You'll have plenty of time to play with each other and figure out where one ends and the other begins later." He commented, earning another glower from both of them. "But, we both... er. All three of us know exactly why it is that you wanted to try something like this."

His last words were spoken with a subtle, amused accusation in them that made both Trishka's suddenly a bit flustered and embarrassed. They both jumped slightly, the blush on their faces intensifying at the sudden loud THUMP of the dragon lifting up and casually plopping one of his feet on the coffee table in-between him and the two women. They both shot him another glare even as they started to approach, their tails both tucking in against mirrored legs in a sign of shy reluctance. 

Within moments the coffee table was shoved to the side and the two vixens were kneeling down to either side of the dragon. Dragonien did his best not to react to their movements though he was unable to entirely keep a grin of eager anticipation off of his own muzzle. he also made no move to help the two vixens with their task, forcing them both to take the initiative themselves. Both clearly saw what he was doing and silently promised they’d find some way to get him back for this later. For the moment, though, they were willing to swallow their pride and indulge.

Both vixens reached out, ever so slightly out of sync with each other, and gently cupped the back of either of Dragonien's ankles. They drew his legs up and rested the heel of his broad feet in each of their laps in turn. Both vixens took a moment to simply marvel at the sheer size of the dragon's feet. Even considering his impressive height they were massive. Easily more than a foot and a half long from heel to the tip of his toe, his toes were long enough they comfortably rested atop the front of each vixen's sports bra even with the heel resting in their laps. The toes alone were nearly the size of lemons and the claws on the end of each digit were as long as Trishka's crooked index finger. Both vixens were unable to resist indulging for more than a few seconds; only holding back long enough to shoot the dragon up a glare promising all kinds of pain if he ever shared what they were doing tonight with anyone.

The Trishka to the left eagerly hefted the foot up higher in her arms and let her press the side of her face and head in against the arch of Dragonien's foot. She loved the feel of the supple, malleable flesh easily giving and conforming to the shape of her jaw and muzzle and how the flesh bunched up and wrinkled against her face whenever his toes clenched. She couldn't entirely suppress a contented sigh that escaped her lips as she basked in the heat that radiated off of his foot, like it were a small space-heater in of itself helping to banish the slight chill from the room's AC being turned just a degree or two too high. For those few moments she was lost to the world, ignorant of both what her other was doing and even what the dragon was doing as she simply took that time for herself to indulge in the impressive, heavy appendage so lovingly cradled in her arms.

The other Trishka, on the other hand, seemed far more eager to indulge in more carnal worship and adoration of the impressive appendage. Her lips pressed in against the arch and planted a string of soft, wet kisses to the warm underside of his paw; leaving a trail of saliva remnant behind with each show of affection as she kissed her way up the underside of his foot. Just as she reached the balls of his toes she stopped and lowered back down to the base of the foot right where the heel ended. Then, slowly, she lolled her tongue out and gently dragged it from the end of Dragonien's heel all the way up to the base of his middle toe. She could feel his leg shudder slightly as the sharp temperature differentiation the saliva caused made the dragon shudder. Being able to cause such a reaction just from something like this made her squirm in place slightly; a strange sense of pride at the tangible show of approval to her actions. 

The night went on for the three of them like this for hours, none of them bothering to keep track of how long the two vixens stayed down at the dragon's feet. A few times they changed positions, mostly shifting to the two vixens laying on their backs and letting the dragon rest his feet down directly atop their chests and faces. He let himself be their playground, indulging themselves fully in what his body had to offer to their carnal hungers. It was only when the three were taking a break, the two Vixens still laying in front of the couch and both panting for breath with the dragon, himself, a bit hot under the collar and trying not to show it, that he finally spoke up for the first time in what seemed like hours.

"What’s say we... Head to the back room?"

Both vixens looked at each other for a moment, then twin grins spread across their muzzles. Moments later they were both up on their feet, dragging Dragonien up to his own and locking themselves around each of his arms respectively. Only once the two had him firmly 'held' between them did the two vixens start leading the much taller dragon back towards the hallway; both of their tails wagging in a shameless show of their enjoyment. 

They still had so much more fun to have, and the weekend was only starting.