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Brea woke with a start to the loud beeping of her alarm clock, sitting up quickly in the bed she shared with her girlfriends. She cursed loudly as she saw the time, jumping up to get dressed.
“You late for your date?” Isabella asked with a yawn, Thera still curled up and snoring by her side.
“Not if I leave now!” came Brea’s yelled reply. She finished getting dressed and after a moment of thinking grabbed her ‘she/her’ pin from her stash of pins, attaching it to the jean jacket she'd thrown on over her baseball tee. Leaning over the bed she gave her girlfriends each a quick kiss on the forehead before dashing out of the house and hopping on her bike.
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Brea looked down at her phone, rereading the messages and the address typed there. She had met the girl in a local dragon group (because fuck it, she could stand to meet some more fellow dragons!) and while not intending to land a date, that ended up being exactly what had happened. They agreed to meet at somewhere Brea had never been, but that the other girl had recommended: a restaurant famous for its apparently amazing milkshakes. Carmella “Sprinkles” Dixxie, the other dragon in question, was already sitting at a table and waved to Brea as she walked in and sat down.
“Sorry I’m a bit late!”
“Oh no, I just got here so don’t worry.”
A waiter came to take their orders and Brea couldn’t help staring at their large stomach hanging out of their shirt and the obvious bulge of a rather large dick, the tight uniform doing nothing to hide either. She gulped and turned her attention back to her date, who was ordering some sort of flavored milk drink instead of a shake, but speaking of staring… Sprinkles’ low cut top drew all of Brea’s attention to her breasts, each one bigger than her head.
“...Did you want to order?” the skunk waiter asked, tail twitching behind him.
“Oh, yes!” Brea jumped, blushing profusely. “I’ll have uh… the Beaux Favorite?”
“Ah, a good choice,” the waiter chuckled as he wrote their orders down and left.
Seeing how unsure Brea was, Sprinkles smiled reassuringly. “Beaux is the restaurant’s owner and founder. The shake you got is one of the best here, in my opinion. Has some really unique floral flavors, and supposedly they use a rare pollen in the recipe too.”
“That’s pretty unusual.”
“But they do it well. This place did get popular for a reason.”
They chatted for a bit longer about various things like the weather, local shops, Brea’s current clothing line project, and plans for the weekend. Pretty soon the waiter was back, setting their drinks down with a quick “Enjoy!” before running off again. Sprinkles’ drink looked fairly plain and she started on it right away, but Brea’s eyes sparkled at the decadent milkshake in front of her, decorated with delicate cookie flowers and tons of whipped cream and sprinkles.
“Sorry,” she said as she pulled out her phone and stood up a bit to get some good photos of the drink. “This is just so cool!” Isabella would love to see this! Once she got her pics she sat back down to see that her date was already halfway through… and her huge boobs were squished against the table. They were big, sure, but were they THAT big before? She shook her head and set about quickly devouring the cookies and slurping up the delicious shake. Oh man, that was a good choice. She could taste honey in with the subtle floral flavors, and a faint earthy touch she could only assume was the pollen. It was so good. Looking up she saw Sprinkles had also finished, and her boobs were even more pressed against the table, threatening to spill out of her strained top. Brea was shocked. They HAD to have grown, but before she could ask about it the girl looked at her watch with a gasp.
“I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to cut our date short but I have an appointment I can’t miss, so I have to go.”
“Oh, okay! I’m still so glad we could go on this date!”
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The ride home felt so much longer than the ride there. Brea felt full and heavy, and was ridiculously horny and couldn’t focus. Her bike seat pressed against her, making her bite her lip as she made an extra effort not to grind against it. The waiter and her date had both been really hot… but she was going home to her girlfriends, and she knew they’d be more than happy to help her out. Hopefully Sprinkles would message her at some point, then maybe she could ask about how her boobs seemed to almost grow. As embarrassed as she was about it, she couldn’t deny how wet it made her feel to think about it.
Once inside she struggled out of her clothes, winded and finding them tighter than she remembered, but they had already been pretty tight in the first place, so maybe it was just her imagination? She decided not to worry about it. Her girlfriends were lounging around on the bed still, and she hopped in once she was fully naked to the excited squeals of the small gargoyle, now awake and alert. Thera pulled the dragon’s face down to kiss her happily, giggling. “How was the date? Tell me!” the shortstack demanded.
“O.M.G., okay, okay,” Brea laughed. “It was good. Short, but… she seemed nice, I just…” Her partners looked at her expectantly. “Nothing bad! She just had REALLY big boobs, and it was distracting, and she pretty much just slurped down her drink and ran. I wish there was more to tell.”
“...That’s what you took away from meeting her? Those must have been some tits, wow,” Thera said after a whistle and a laugh.
“Listen they were, like, genuinely distractingly huge it wasn’t just me!” Brea retorted, blushing heavily.
“You’re still thinking about them, aren’t you?” Isabella added helpfully.
Brea squirmed where she was on the bed with the two. “Yes,” came the admission after a moment. “And the waiter, too, his apron and shirt ‘n’ stuff was so tight I couldn’t help looking at his belly shape hanging out of it and the bulge right under it and Igotsoworkedupandcouldn’tdoanythingaboutitwithhercausesheleft--” She spoke increasingly quickly, not even daring to bring up the strange growth until she knew she had not imagined it, but so flustered she could hardly think.
“Thera dear, I think our little dragon needs help.” Isabella arched an eyebrow.
Thera pinched Brea’s bottom, causing her to yelp and obediently lift her bare ass and tail, displaying a shiny string of wetness trailing from her cunt to the bedsheets. “Oh, YEAH, she does!” Thera’s sharp laugh grew louder, and Brea’s face redder. The gargoyle gripped the dragon’s scaled thighs with their sharp claws and moved to slide under her, face under the soaking wet cunt. Brea whined, hiding her face in her claws as they pressed their nose, then tongue to her. Scaled labia parted easily around the rocky points, the flexible but incredibly durable dragon skin unharmed by her rough-feeling gargoyle lover.
Isabella watched, long equine legs relaxing around the two and hands idly exploring her own body; one traveled up to rub at a pert nipple, the other down, slender fingers teasing her sheath. Her cock gradually peeked out further and further, a bead of precum forming at the tip, and she gently pressed her painted hoofnails against the length, angling it to rest against Brea’s cheek. She knew she wouldn’t even have to say anything, but she did anyway. “Start sucking, dragon. I know you like unicorn girldick, show me like you have so well every other time.”
Brea eagerly took her girlfriend’s penis into her maw with a moan, swirling her bifurcated tongue around the flared cockhead and down the length as she worked as much of it down as possible, letting out another, more choked-sounding, moan as it hit her throat. She didn’t bother to wipe the pre off her cheek. Her eyes were rolled back and she was enthusiastically bucking her hips against the tongue servicing her as she did her best to service the unicorn in front of her, clearly too foggy-headed to think of much else. She whined again as she felt Isabella throb on her tongue and begin to thrust, Brea’s efforts becoming too erratic to be relied on. The pleasure and attention was exactly what she needed.
The three continued like this until Brea came with a choked yell through a full mouth, thighs shaking. Isabella followed almost immediately, covering her mouth with one hand and closing her eyes as she grunted and filled her lover’s throat. After rolling the still-shaking dragon off them, the short gargoyle underneath her clambered on top, angling their hard bud of a clit towards the dragon’s snout and grinding against it until they finished too, giggling with glistening wet cheeks. They fell between the two, but stayed still for only a moment, before looking up at their taller lovers with their still-slick-coated face and an eager smile. “Wanna go again~?” They asked. The three spent the rest of the day playing on and off in bed, loving on each other.