Playmates

A very quick short story I did for an artwork I got a while back for my friend Mazrogal, for being incredibly kind and patient while waiting for his commission and supporting me through the difficult times I've faced(and still face...).

I'll have a longer and more fulfilling story arriving tomorrow so stay tuned for that!

Asharya(c) is my character

Mazrogal(c) belongs to https://www.furaffinity.net/user/mazrogal/

Art done by https://www.deviantart.com/soulsplosion

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“You’ve got too dainty a snout,” Asharya tapped the tip of Mazrogal’s snout with her elegantly curved talons.

“Perhaps I should place a scar here,” she dragged two of her claws along the side of his snout right before her paw skipped to his other eye. “Or maybe it might serve you better to add some symmetry and mark this one as well.”

The wyverness avoided settling her claws on his shuttered eyelid, preferring to touch it with the softer tips of her toes.

“Mrrrmmm,” Mazrogal throbbed, rubbing against the fine, cushy yet sturdy bottom of her paw. “Assuming the dainty snout remains closed, for if it doesn’t…”

Asharya’s entire frame jerked from the speed with which his snout slipped free of her paw so that his jaws could enclose around it. “Rfff nff frrgh.”

The flutter of excitement in her stomach died down upon hearing his incorrigible words and feeling the too shallow prick of his fangs. This dragon wouldn’t give her any reason to fight, to match her strength against his, to better understand the might of his kind.

“Let go,” she gently pushed at his cheek with her other paw, “before you drool all over me.”

Mazrogal obliged as soon as he flicked his tongue between her toes, chuckling at how it made her shudder. “Do all wyverns keep their paws that clean?”

“If we are up to mischief, certainly,” Asharya attacked not only his face, but horns and neck, grabbing, kicking lightly scratching at whatever intriguing forms her paws came upon, of which Mazrogal had many. Whether it was the tougher scutes rolling over the back of his neck, the ridges lining the end of his jaws or his taller nose horn, her toes had plenty to explore.

“It’s not every day that I encounter a dragon willing to put up with this insulting display.”

“What your kind considers offensive, I find intriguing,” Mazrogal’s snout leaned against the back of her foot. “And I find myself quite...captivated with being explored by a wyvern through means my kin would never consider.”

“Because it’s insulting,” Asharya drove the point forward by latching her toes around the tip of his snout and pushing him back, back, further back before pressing down on it to adjust his gaze. “As is licking me there.”

“Well…” Mazrogal licked his scaly lips as well as he could manage given his captive snout. “I’d take your fragrant taste over my pride any day, for I have a lifetime to work on the second.”

“Compared to the single try you have to make my haunches jolt in their sockets,” both of Asharya’s paws grappled his horns, guiding him down to where she wanted him to be. She hoped Mazrogal’s senses were too enraptured to hear the sharp breath she inhaled, for if the second time proved to be as intense as the first, her words couldn’t ring more false.