Drykath made his way down the dimly lit hallway, humming a quiet tune to himself and glancing at each door as he passed. The air was heavy in the summer heat. It was one of those evenings where the air conditioners ran on full tilt but didn't feel like they were having much effect. The dragon brought up a slip of paper into view, reading off the number before coming to a stop in front of the next door. "Apartment 2B... This must be it."

He pocketed the slip as he eyed the button to the door bell. How impersonal, that's so not his style. He held the object in his other hand securely against his side as he raised a scaly hand.

*knock, knockknock*

"Just a minute!" came the response.

Dry smiled softly to himself.

The Video Game Alternative

Act 1: The Date Is Set

Dragons come in all shaped and sized. This one, more often referred to as just Dry, was your typical bipedal dragon, which some may call anthro in nature. Specifically this one was covered in red scales and had a long black mane running from the top of his head, long strands of smooth hair hanging down over his shoulders and back between his wings. Protruding from his head were two ivory white horns, pointing straight backward and tapering to a point. He was fairly thin, at least without any obvious excess bulk to him.

In the moment of his waiting he thought back to yesterday evening. And what an evening it was. It was the tail end of a rather stressful week, when Dry had been invited by his friend Selunca to join a small group, with Ss'aasha and a wolf and fox furry couple, for a night out. The idea: a Friday night bar hopping excursion. It started off with a bit of a downer however, as Ss'aasha had called at the very last minute to cancel due to an emergency at work. Yeah, just the type of thing this night was supposed to help take their minds off of. But it was understandable, as someone else had called off on short notice, and she could probably use the overtime pay.

So the remaining four went out, and after a hop or two, and some increasingly bizarre conversations, the couple ducked out, leaving Dry and Sel together. Without chaperons, what else was the pair of friends to do, but conduct a drinking contest. But that's another story.

The door with a metal plaque labeled "2B" opened, letting out a slightly cooler, still refreshing breeze. Dry smiled at the green dragoness that now stood on the other side of the doorway. She was fairly close to his height and perhaps a touch thinner, and had black hair as well. Her horns however curled much more than his, nearly circling her ears. He glanced at the "Mean & Green" t-shirt she was wearing, and noticed the tight pair of jeans she had on. "Hello, Ss'aasha."

At the bar, Ss'aasha naturally had come up in conversation. Specifically, how the two of them regretted the fact that she wasn't able to come along. And then they took a shot. At some point Drykath had convinced Selunca to write down the dragoness's address and phone number. And then they took a shot. The idea was that they could figure out a way to make it up to her by doing something else today. And then they took a shot. The details got fuzzy after that point.

Early that following Saturday Drykath, a dragon of his word, called the number written on the slip of paper now residing in his right-hand pocket. A few ideas were tossed around, but the one that sounded most appealing was a simple pizza dinner, and a night of nearly mindless video games. Following a polite decline from a rather groggy sounding Selunca, and a stop for carry out from a local restaurant chain, there Dry stood alone on that side of the open door, a large pizza box under his left arm.

Ss'aasha looked down at the box. "Sweet, you brought it! A little dressed up, I think," she said, looking up at the red dragon's attire, consisting of slacks and a button-up shirt. Remember the comment about him enjoying showing a little style? It's true.

He just shrugged slightly, not lost on the difference in dress, wondering for a moment if he should have dressed down. "Yeah, perhaps," he said.

"Well get your ass in here, I'm starving!" The green dragoness moved back out of the doorway, then closed the door behind the red as he passed.

*latch, deadbolt thump*

Act 2: Pizza, and beer

"Kitchen table?" Dry set the pizza box down as Ss'aasha glided past him.

"Yep, that works. Oh, stuffed crust? You rock, Dry," she said, setting down a couple of paper plates, then grabbing a couple beer bottles from the fridge. She slipped a thumb talon under each cap, popping them off with ease. There are distinct advantages to being a dragon.

Drykath had set out a couple slices of pizza on each plate before glancing up at the dragoness, "Pizza -and- beer?"

Ss'aasha gave him a look as she walked back toward the table, green tail swaying behind her, "Hon, if you're worried about your figure, don't. You're fine." She set a bottle down next to Dry, exchanging it for one of the plates, but pausing beside him a moment, "Trust me."

Drykath watched her as she brushed past him, then followed her over to the couch and, with a well practiced move of his tail to get it out of the way, sat down next to her.

"So is it just us tonight?" The dragoness brought a slice up and bit off a chunk.

Drykath nodded while finishing his bite. "It would seem that way."

The dragoness smiled, moving her beer bottle toward Dry's, "Cool, then. Cheers."

*tink*

An hour or so later Drykath found himself in the middle of an old classic, Mario Kart. He drove Bowser around the track, always a favorite character for him to play in any game that offered the opportunity. Ss'aasha controlled the half of the screen that featured Yoshi. That half of the screen also coincidentally just had the word '1st' appear in its corner.

“Ah ha! Guess I've got the upper hand now,” she shouted, continuing to rather enthusiastically move the game controller around in front of her. She held a bottle of beer between her legs.

Dry, much more calm in his game playing style, but now with a slight scowl on his muzzle, grunted and mumbled, “You know it's not motion sensitive, moving the controller around doesn't do anything.”

“Right, that must be why you're winning... Oh wait, no, I'm in first! How about that?” Ss'aasha giggled and stuck her tongue out at the red dragon, without taking her eyes off the screen.

Drykath spotted his opportunity, hit a turbo boost and shot ahead, regaining his previous spot, “Hah!” He then blinked, feeling like he was watching in slow motion but at the same time feeling like he had no time to get out of the way. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the dragoness hand bump against the beer bottle between her legs, watched the short stream of fluid fly from the open top, and felt it land across the front of his shirt.

Ss'aasha gasped, instinctively grabbing the bottle before it tipped over entirely, then noticed the new beer-soaked front of the dragon's shirt, “Oh, Dry hon, I'm so sorry. Here, stand up.”

Dry set down the controller and followed Ss'aasha in standing. “It's alright, don't worry about it.” Before he realized it the green dragoness had him nearly unbuttoned, “Hey, no, really, I have a number of these, and...” Before he could finish the sentence he found himself stripped of his shirt entirely, which was already en route to the kitchen, and soon soaking in a sink full of cold water.

The dragoness returned from the adjacent room, “There, should be fine. Sorry, Dry. I'll run it through the laundry in a few, and it'll be good as new.” She sat back down on the couch, picking up the controller again.

The dragon felt a little exposed, standing with his red scaled chest bare, himself half uncovered without an available shirt. But for some reason Ss'aasha's nonchalant attitude put him at ease. He sat back down, joining back in.

Act 3: The Games Dragons Play

An hour or so later Drykath found himself playing another multiplayer hit, and one he had utterly no skill at, Super Smash Bros. His current damage percentage seemed to reflect that, as did the expression on his muzzle. His tail twitched in agitation.

Ss'aasha was performing much better; she knew what she was doing in the game. And yet her controller motions were no less intense. “C'mon, Dry, it's like your not even trying,” she said, turning her head toward him with a wide toothy grin spread across her muzzle.

In that moment Dry spotted his opportunity. With Ss'aasha distracted, and a few very likely lucky button presses, her character when soaring off the side of the screen. “Ohh! Now who's winning?”

The dragoness gasped, returning her attention to the screen as her character reappears. A swift attack at her on-screen opponent quickly changed that situation. “Would seem to still be me,” the grin returning to her face.

The two played through the end of the match. Drykath leaned back against the couch, and crossed his arms in front of his bare chest. “You got me once again. You're too good at this,” he said, with a quiet chuckle. “Feel like something else?”

Ss'aasha paused for a moment in thought, then turned with a grin, “Rock Band?”

Dry blinked, slowly shaking his head, “Heh, now that I know I suck at. No, not that one.”

“Oh, so what?” Ss'aasha picked up the TV remote that can change inputs to a different video game system. She waved it a little at him, “come on, you know this will be fun.”

The red dragon eyed the remote for a moment, pondering his chance to avoid the impending fate of total embarrassment. He then lunged forward, game controller tossed to the floor and his arm extended to make a grab for it.

Ss'aasha was at the ready, swiftly pulling the remote away, holding it behind her. “Nuh uh, this is mine!” She scooted back along the couch, keeping the object of the dragon's desire just out of his reach, giggling all the while.

Drykath, joining in the laughter, followed, crawling along the couch as the dragoness continued pushing backward. He avoided her kicking legs as they nearly straddled him and pushed at the cushions underneath him, while her tail thrashed between his knees. The dragon followed the dragoness along the couch, suddenly finding himself gaining ground. He saw she had her back pressed against the arm rest, which seemed to elicit a louder laugh from her as she leaned back over it, arm with the remote held far back. “Uh oh, nowhere to go?” Drykath grinned and chuckled as he leaned forward on his knees, leaning a little against Ss'aasha as he reached forward along her arm, still giggling with her.

He kept his eyes on target, his body leaning a little more against hers, his hand reaching closer inch by inch, until... “Got it!” Well, he had more of her hand in his grip than the remote, but despite that he felt victorious. And then he realized she had stopped struggling, and stopped laughing, some moments ago. Turning his head to look down at her, looking a little confused and finding her looking back into his eyes, and feeling their muzzles only an inch or so apart, both panting a little. It was only then that it struck him how closely, and how firmly he was pressed to her.

Ss'aasha looked at him for a moment more, before turning her muzzle away. A grin slowly formed on her lips once again, “It's, uh... It's a little hot in here, don't you think?”

Dry nodded slowly, “Maybe...” His head was swimming as he let go of the remote and slowly lifted himself up. He stepped off the couch and stood up, glancing around the room as he tried to regain his senses, “Where's your thermostat?” He looked back at Ss'aasha, and promptly froze in place, apart from his eyes going wide.

Ss'aasha slid off the couch and stood up, her shirt dropping from her hand to the floor, her breasts and the rest of her upper half now visible. “Don't worry about that, hon. I think this will do the job.” Her tail swayed slowly behind her.

“Um...” Drykath watched her as she moved around him, standing in front of him, opposite the couch. This was only the second time he'd met Ss'aasha, technically. The first had just been in passing at a store, when Selunca had first introduced them during that chance encounter. So when he made the date he had drawn a boundary line, and there he built a wall in his mind that he wouldn't cross.

She kissed him. Her hands landed on his hips.

At least until he'd had the chance to get to know her more, that wall would keep his desires in check.

She kissed him again, her eyes met his. His hands made their way to her hips, softly gripping.

That wall was crumbling.

He kissed her this time, his mind feeling so unrestrained now. His hands slid up her scaled back, then his arms tightened around her, hugging the dragoness to him. Dry tilted his head, letting out a heavy sigh as Ss'aasha does the same in the opposite direction. The dragon closed his eyes as he locked scaly lips with the dragoness, her breasts pressed against his bare scale chest as they pressed themselves together.

Drykath's hands stroked up and down Ss'aasha's back, their tongues teased and explored against each other through their passionate kiss. Then, he felt something, beyond the torrent of emotions currently running through his head. The slacks Dry wore fastened in two areas: the typical front button, and one in the back that attached it around the base of the tail. It was this latter button that he suddenly realized was about to be undone. The dragon pulled his head back from the kiss, and started to turn it to look behind him, “Hey, w...mmmf...”

With a quick reaction Ss'aasha silenced any additional protest from the red dragon, reaching up with a hand to redirect his muzzle back toward hers, returning to their deep, passionate kiss. She returned unfastening that part of his pants, watching his eyes, knowing this dragon was hers.

Drykath let out a light whimper, with his lips pressed tightly to Ss'aasha's. It was clear to him now that was exactly what he wanted, what he needed. And part of him began to make that apparent, his pants were getting a little tight. This was just one of the reasons it felt like his heart skipped a beat when he felt those feminine hands slid around his waistband and snapped open the front button.

Dry let out a sigh of relief as he felt the rush of cool air against him, his still-unsheathing dragonhood now free to continue doing so outside the constraint of his pants, which now crumpled around his ankles. A shiver went down his spine, as the cool air surrounding his shaft was replaced by the warm grip of a dragoness hand, her fingers caressing over his smooth, classically draconic shape. He felt her other hand hold the back of his head, then moaned into the kiss at a soft squeeze on his now fully hard member.

Ss'aasha gently pulled back from the kiss. She rubbed softly on the back of his head as she tilted her head down to look at the fleshy pink object she had in her other hand. He wasn't impressively long, but he had a good thickness to him. “Mmm, not bad, Dry.” She let go of both her hands. Her eyes glanced up at his, “Glad to see what I heard is true.” Ss'aasha lifted her head, watched the expression on his face change a little as he tried to process that statement, placed her hands softly on his chest, leaned in for one more smooch, and then gave a gentle, forceful push.

The red dragon's thought process, as he tried to work out who Ss'aasha had talked to and what they might have said about him, was suddenly interrupted as he found himself tipping backward and unable to adjust his footing to stop himself. With a soft thud Drykath landed, and found himself sitting on the couch once again. At once all the stray thoughts in his head were silenced, his focus moving to just one thing.

That scaly pair of feminine hands moved to unfasten the last button available. Ss'aasha made a show of wiggling her hips as she slowly slipped her jeans down, before stepping out of them entirely. She stood naked in front of Dry for a moment, smiling as she watched his eyes drift over her body, then made her way over to the couch. The green dragoness slid forward onto the couch on her knees, placing her hands on the dragon's shoulders as she straddled him. “Guess I've got the upper hand now,” a draconic grin on her muzzle.

Dry couldn't help but let out a chuckle, grinning back, then smiling as he looked over Ss'aasha once more, the dragoness's sweet scent touching his nose. He reached up, stroking his fingers around the dragoness's breasts, touching lightly, his clawed fingers gliding down along her belly. “So beautiful...” He slid his hands down along her sides and let them come to rest against hips, sliding his thumbs along the top of her legs then giving her thighs a gentle squeeze.

“Oh, here,” Ss'aasha said in an impatient tone. She reached down and gripped the dragon's shaft toward the top, angling it back a little it pressed against her sex. Watching Dry's reaction she slid back and forth slightly, teasing his tip a moment and grinning at the quiet whimper before pushing it between her nether lips. After pausing a moment to move her hand back up to his shoulder, the dragoness lowered herself down, feeling him shiver underneath her and joining the dragon in a soft groan, coming to rest in his lap.

Drykath let out a heavy sigh as his hands gave another squeeze on her hips, looking down at the mix of red and green scales, with a touch of pink flesh visible in between, almost as if he needed to confirm this was actually happening. He could of course feel her against him, and himself inside her tight passage, and he could of course smell the intoxicating mixture of masculine and feminine scents. But that such a situatn had suddenly been thrust upon him made him wonder if it was a dream. A scaly hand cupped under his muzzle, tilting it gently upward. His eyes met with Ss'aasha's the moment her lips met his, and in that moment he knew this was no dream. His muzzle followed as hers as she lifted her body up, their tongues playing against each other, until he suddenly broke the kiss to gasp following the dragoness dropping quickly and fully impaling herself on his shaft again.

Ss'aasha pulled herself back upright, stroking her hands down over his red chest as she started riding the dragon, repeatedly lifting herself up then thrusting down over his shaft, grinding herself against him and eliciting from the pair groans and moans alike. She shivered as Dry's hands brushed over her breasts as they explored her body, her own stroking through his hair. The dragoness squeezed herself around the dragon's shaft each time she slid down, twisting her hips slightly.

The dragon grunted as Ss'aasha forcefully landed in his lap, her slick, squeezing folds sliding over his thick shaft. The intensity of the dragoness's motions slowly increasing, while at the same time she continued to tenderly touch him. He nosed at her hand as it stroked over his muzzle, before softly touching down along his neck. He felt her claws lightly drag along his neck, and he opened his eyes. Something awoke in the dragon.

Drykath leaned forward as he slipped his arms around Ss'aasha, pulling her body tight against his. He grinned at her momentarily, watching her eyes as she looked back at him, a bit of surprise in her expression. He lifted her up with him a little, turning and leaning her backward. The two landed back lengthwise against the couch, the green dragoness pressed against the soft armrest with the red dragon pressed firmly against her. The two let out a moan in unison as Dry slid completely back into Ss'aasha, grinding firmly against her. “Oooh... Who's winning now?”

Ss'aasha grinned a toothy grin, her tail slowly wrapping itself around Dry's as she squeezed him in a way that induced a heavy shiver in the dragon, “Mmm. Would seem to still be me.” She reached up, sliding her claws along the sides of his neck once again.

Dry closed his eyes at the feeling of her claws against his scales, grunting as he began to rock his hips, slowly at first. He slid his hands along her side, extending his claws as well to drag them along her scales, pressing in firmly a moment. He pressed the side of his muzzle against hers, starting to huff softly in time with his thrusts, feeling the dragoness's hands move down to his back. He shuddered, feeling her claws start to rake along his scales, pressing his shaft fully into her and grinding firmly against her for a moment before picking up his thrusting again, a little harder, and a little faster.

Ss'aasha let out a lustful moan at Drykath's increase in speed, clenching herself tight as he rocked against her. She nosed down along his neck, digging her claws in to his back a little, whispering, “Faster...” And then she bit him, her teeth nearly piercing the scales on his shoulder, definitely making their mark.

The couch creaked under the intense dragon sex. Drykath let out a deep groan, almost a growl, as she bit down, sliding his hands back underneath the dragoness and squeezing himself firmly to her. His hands gripped to her shoulders, clawed fingers squeezing tight into her green scales as he obeyed her instruction, “Oh, yesss...”

The dragoness released Drykath's shoulder, leaning her head back as she ran her claws down along his arms, pressing in firmly enough to leave marks along his scaled. “Mmmf, Dry,” she muttered, followed by a quick gasp. Ss'aasha's claws squeezed up along his arms and over his shoulders, looking for something to grab on to. She reached up and found his mane, gripping two handfuls of the dragon's hair and tugging back, “Dry, I'm gonna...” Her words replaced by a loud draconic moan.

Drykath growled deep as his head was pulled back, forcing him to arch his back, feeling the dragoness clenching around his shaft, holding her tightly as she shuddered against him. He felt his own climax impending as he forcefully rocked his hips, thrusting, pounding against Ss'aasha. He gripped tight to her shoulders, before joining her in a load almost roar-like moan. The dragon held himself firm to the dragoness, his pulsing shaft buried deep inside her as he came. He panted heavily, and after a few moments Dry felt the flow of seed subside, the green and red scaled dragons finally coming to rest on the couch.

The dragoness shivered, releasing Dry's mane from her grasp and opening her eyes. She felt him huffing heavily but slowly relaxing against her as she fought to catch her own breath, releasing him from her legs' grasp and giving his tail one more squeeze with her own before unwrapping them. She leaned in for one more kiss.

Dry returned it, still panting as he paused for a moment more, “Wow...” He smiled down at her, looking deep into her eyes. Drykath then slowly pushed himself up, shivering slightly as his softening and slowly sheathing shaft slid from the dragoness's sex. He moved off her to the side, leaning against the back of the couch next to Ss'aasha.

The dragoness leaned back against the armrest, still huffing a little as she caught her breath, “Mmm, not bad, Dry...” Regaining her composure she looked over the dragon, glancing over him a bit, then grinned. “You know, our friends are going to think we got into a fight.”

Dry smiled at that, looking down at a couple of of his resulting scratch marks along his arms, “You think they'll believe this was over video games?” He shrugged, a hand reaching over to stroke tenderly on the smoothed scaled green belly in front of him.

Ss'aasha slid down along the couch, stretching a bit under Drykath's petting hand then smiled at him. Her tail glides along his in slow strokes. “Mmm, you know, Dry, I think I like the idea of video game nights.”

Dry propped himself up on an elbow, smiling down at the dragoness, “Me, too. A lot... Speaking of, if you really want, I guess I could be up for that other game you wanted to play.”

“Hmm? Oh, what, Rock Band?” Ss'aasha shrugged, “I don't actually have it.”

Epilogue: The Start of the New Washer Collection

The fox stared at the frozen screen, looking at the big 'Pause' word plastered across it as if he could make it go away by will power alone. “I wonder if we should take up a collection,” he muttered, sitting on the floor.

The wolf tilted his head, looking down from his spot on the couch, “what makes you say that, foxy fluffs? Collection for what?”

The fox turned around, looking over his shoulder, “Well, sir, we've been over here twice so far. Both times Ss'aasha has accidentally spilled something on Drykath. Unlucky dragon, I guess... But each time they both run off to the laundry room, it's taken them, like, half an hour to even get the washer started.

“Maybe we could take up a collection, and get Ss'aasha a washer that's more reliable.”

The wolf leaned over near his silly, oblivious pet fox, reaching a hand toward his head.

*pat, pat, pat*