𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜

Anemone x Tamarin

Tell me name of ship.

Anemone laid, floating, in the underground lake, facing the sky that peered down from a large opening in the cavernous space. She squinted, looking up at the bright sky but away from the midday sun. A couple of dragons flew ahead, but their figures were blocked out by the light of the sun and Anemone couldn't even make out their tribes.

It was a period of free time where the students at the academy were free to do whatever they wanted (besides blow something up, for various obvious reasons). Anemone always spent her free time in the underground lake because that was also where Tamarin, a RainWing she deeply cared for, seemed to gravitate to.

At this point, Jade Mountain Academy's original 'issues' (which, again, consisted of explosions and death) had been left in the past. Most of the other students finished their education or otherwise had already left. It had been years, after all, since everything had calmed down, hopefully for good. The younger dragonets like Anemone, Tamarin, and Kinkajou were still learning. New dragons had come, and a rare few gone, but nobody was interesting. They were boring lumps, in Anemone's opinion.

That was just another reason she liked to be around the blind dragonet. She wasn't a boring lump. She was an awesome dragon that Anemone always felt close to. Realizing she'd turned over and was staring at the brown-gray RainWing, who seemed to blend into the dark colors of the cave, she quickly looked away to scour the rest of the open area before Tamarin could realize.

She spotted Pike, reading a scroll on the shore on the other side of the lake. He occasionally looked up to make sure Anemone was still there, then continued to read his scroll. Pike was still Anemone's bodyguard of sorts. He was kind, to both her and Tamarin, but if anybody seemed to forget for even half a second that she was royalty, Pike felt the need to remind them. It was annoying.

She also noticed Turtle, who seemed to be sleeping in the shallow waters. He was curled up in a ball with his tail wrapped around him, his snout buried in the water and his eyes above water. Turtle had finished his education, but still stuck around Jade Mountain to watch Anemone. He wasn't her bodyguard or anything, but he was like a visible reminder to not use her Animus power for something stupid. He would've worded it different, but that's basically what he was.

Anemone sighed, taking a wistful look at Tamarin. She'd had a very visible crush on Tamarin for a long time, but never admitted it. She didn't know whether Tamarin felt the same or not. She always worried that if she asked her about the subject, she'd turn her down and then Anemone would never get another chance. And of course, she didn't want to enchant her to love her. That wouldn't be right at all.

She didn't know in the slightest that Tamarin felt the same. Tamarin, knowing full well that Anemone was staring at her rather lustfully, turned her head a bit slowly to meet her gaze. Anemone quickly dived below the water, and re-appeared underneath the ledge Tamarin was sitting on. She dragged herself onto land, trying not to be awkward. She already failed that part before she started.

"Hello," Tamarin said to her, still looking in her direction. "You're blushing profusely."

Anemone, realizing she was right, turned away to calm herself down. She didn't realize herself that she was blushing until Tamarin pointed it out. "Thank you, for uh, pointing that out." She responded, turning back. The two shared a minute of awkward silence and awkward staring until Anemone started blushing again and had to get herself under control.

"What are you... up to?" Tamarin asked, Anemone's awkwardness rubbing off already.

"I, uh, I wanted to talk to you. I mean, if you're free or... whatever." Anemone answered, and moved up the ledge to sit next to her. Tamarin scooted over a bit to give her more room. She then looked around, as if to gesture there was nothing to distract her or otherwise keep her busy.

"Yeah, I'm free. What did you want to talk about?" Tamarin asked, a bit more skeptical than she meant to be.

"I, uh..." Anemone paused, feeling like Tamarin knew what she wanted to ask. She changed her original plans quickly. "So, why do you like to be down here so much?"

"It's relaxing." Tamarin answered plainly. Sensing Anemone wanted more than that, she continued after a moment of silence. "For one thing, the smoke I smell just seems to be clearer down here. The air's rather clean and humid."

"That makes sense," Anemone responded, completely bluffing. She barely knew how Tamarin felt about her... predicament.

"Plus, you're here. Besides Kinkajou, you're the only one I can really talk to. I like having you around." Anemone turned her head away, blushing again. Then Tamarin realized she basically said exactly what Anemone wanted, and also blushed a bit, though it was much more controlled.

"Haha, about that," Anemone said, even more awkward than before. "Do you want to, um, be more than we already are?"

"Pardon?" Tamarin acted confused, but already knew her answer to Anemone's next question.

"I mean- Y'know, like, the next step. I, I uh, okay." She stuttered, confusing herself. "I love you. Tamarin. Do you wanna be, like, mates?"

"Yeah," Tamarin answered, faster than she meant to. "I mean, I figured one of you two would eventually ask me. I always hoped it'd be you, as Kinkajou's always 'busy' with your brother."

"Wait-- Never mind, I actually really don't want to know. So, now that that's settled, do you um..."

Tamarin stopped her by shoving her snout up against hers, her tongue slipping into the unsuspecting Anemone's mouth. Anemone obliged and slid her own tongue into Tamarin's open mouth. The two shared a small moan, and Tamarin put one clawed hand gently against Anemone's cheek, encouraging her. Anemone, on the other hand, was feeling a bit more devilish, and shot her tail over to Tamarin's underbelly, searching for her slit. Before Tamarin could understand, Anemone succeeded and shoved the pointed tip of her tail into her vagina, causing Tamarin to moan through Anemone's hold on her mouth.

The two pulled away, their mouths momentarily connected by a bead of saliva. They shared a grin, Anemone still tail-fucking Tamarin, and then Tamarin lowered her head down to Anemone's wet slit. She began licking the outside, her tongue parting the folds, and then soon moved to her insides. Anemone moaned and grunted as the two continued this routine. As time passed, Anemone pumped more of her tail into Tamarin's pussy, going deeper, which only encouraged Tamarin to eat her out faster.

"Hey, I'm about to-- ah! Fuck!" Anemone cursed, the feeling of her orgasm closing in and muddling her train of thought. Tamarin acknowledged this and tried to hardest to go faster and harder with her tongue. As Anemone came, her fluid rushing into Tamarin's eager mouth, Tamarin felt her own pressure building. She licked up as much as the fluid as she could find until she couldn't wait any longer, and pulled herself off of Anemone's tail. She pinned Anemone down and turned around, essentially sitting down on Anemone's face and shoving her snout into her tight walls. She sure didn't mean to do that, but enjoyed the feeling.

Anemone pulled her snout out in time to not get cum all over her face, and the sweet fluid rushed into her mouth which she'd also barely opened in time. She could feel Tamarin finishing her out, the two trying to get another taste of the other's fluids and searching their interiors for the last remaining drops. Once they'd finished that, Anemone didn't hesitate to continue. She wasn't satisfied yet.

After a minute of awkward stumbling, the two were lined up with each other's folds, their pussies rubbing against each other. They rubbed up and down in opposite directions, while their tails pleasured their mate's asshole, pumping in and out like Anemone had done to Tamarin before, just in a different hole. The two had just enough space to reach their snouts together and kiss again, their tongues back in the wrong mouth.

Though nothing was being inserted into the two's specific genitalia, the friction felt better than a tongue or a tail. With the addition of an anal tail-fucking, both of them quickly built up another orgasm and released it. Their fluids stained each other's underbellies and soaked into the cave floor. Both panting, they disentangled and moved away from each other.

"Thanks," Anemone said. "I've been needing that for a while now."

"We didn't really get to do much, though."

"If you wanna try something different, maybe I'll go out and buy something for... gals like us, and we can have more 'fun' next time."