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It was the second day of the dragon raid to catch the red dragon with Hollyberry, Tarte Tatin, Pitaya dragon, Royal Margarine and Buttercream, and Snapdragon trailed along too because they wanted to keep playing fun games with the five. The first two days started relatively normal, Hollyberry and Tarte Tatin had challenged each other to a few monster hunting games(with lots of alcohol promised), and Royal Margarine and Buttercream scouted the skies.
On the third day however Pitaya woke up in the middle of the night feeling…strange, they couldn’t exactly pinpoint the feeling, so they tried to go to sleep, but that didn’t work, they huffed and puffed and tossed and turned all the way until 6am when everyone else was already waking up. Hollyberry and Tarte Tatin were preparing breakfast, while Royal Margarine was tasked with gathering firewood to start the fire.
Pitaya was irritable all through breakfast and they STILL had no clue why, their face was flushed and no matter how much they flattened their hair it was still all over the place, they sat on the ground with a bowl in one hand and the other messing with their hair. Hollyberry was slightly concerned to see their dragon friend acting not like their usual self, so she pulled the dragon away from the fire to some nearby trees, out of hearing distance.
“My friend, you seem irritable this morning,” Hollyberry said.
“It’sss nothing, I just woke up wrong,” Pitaya hissed back.
“Even so,” Hollyberry spoke quietly. “I haven’t seen you this irritable in years,”
Pitaya didn’t want to say anything hurtful but they couldn’t stop what came out of their mouth. “You alssso haven’t sseen me in yearsss,”
Silence fell over both of them and Pitaya avoided eye contact, there was a long pause until Hollyberry sighed and smiled slightly, although it was still sad.
“...You got me there,” She said before walking away and joining the others next to the fire. Pitaya crossed their arms and kicked at a rock…they missed and kicked the dirt instead, and it only made them more moody.
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The party was walking up a steep cliff, the path was thin and rocky, Hollyberry and Tarte Tatin were walking and talking with each other while snapdragon was perched on Tarte Tatin shoulder babbling baby dragon nonsense. Royal Margarine and Buttercream had to walk on the path because Buttercream needed a break from flying, and Pitaya was…trailing behind, their breathing was uneven and they were panting, but they didn’t feel hot in the slightest, they were fiddling with their sleeve and their hair and kept getting distracted.
Eventually they couldn’t stand trailing behind so they sped walked til they were in front of Royal Margarine; everything was going fine until the group heard a high pitched scream, they all turned around and saw Royal Margarine was holding onto the broken cliff; Buttercream was fluttering about nervously but she didn’t have hands to grab him and her wings were too tired to fly up and pluck him from the cliff, Hollyberry and Tarte Tatin were too far ahead to get to him in time, so Pitaya was the only one who could grab him, they rushed forward and got down on their knees to grab Margarine’s hands and pull him up.
When Margarine was pulled up he fell onto Pitaya, but he was too scared to care much about it aside from catching his breath.
Pitaya sucked in a breath and bit their lip to suppress a whine, it felt like their blood was boiling and their face was as hot as Scovilla, they pushed Royal Margarine off them and stood up quickly, something was definitely wrong with them.
‘Puny cookie’sss…making me feel ssuch thingsss,’ they thought.
Hollyberry and Tarte Tatin ran over and helped Royal Margarine to his feet, Royal Margarine’s backpack felt lighter so he checked it, and found his tent had fallen off his bag.
“My tent! I could’ve sworn I fastened it correctly!”
Hollyberry spoke up, “It seems you’ll have to share a tent with someone,”
Silence fell over the group, nobody wanted to share their tent, and Royal Margarine didn’t want to pick anyone especially if they didn’t want to share.
Hollyberry spoke up again,”what if you share with Pitaya? They have the biggest tent out of all of us,”
Pitaya was snapped out of their train of thought, finally figuring out that they were in heat after much thinking and looking through their memories, when they heard Hollyberry’s suggestion, their mind started to race with what could happen if they shared a tent because they were in heat, they hissed under their breath,”I am NOT sharing a tent with anyone!”
“Well we can’t leave him to sleep outside,” Hollyberry countered.
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Pitaya couldn’t believe they were forced into this, Margarine was sleeping peacefully while they were stewing in irritation, the whole tent felt hot and claustrophobic, and they realized with embarrassed anger that they had started getting wet, it was uncomfortable and sticky and they were hard as hell.
They always hated their heats, they could never tell when or where it would happen, and this was certainly not a time they wanted it to happen.
They sighed and started to unbuckle their belt, pausing every few minutes for quiet to settle over, the last thing they wanted was to be caught masterbating by Margarine of all cookies, they pulled off their pants and slid a finger down to rub their clit.
They had both parts and could easily jerk off with the male parts, but the female parts were more pleasurable, despite taking a long time to climax.
They felt themselves shudder, quickly putting a hand over their mouth because they forgot how loud they could be if they weren't thinking about it.
In curiosity they looked over to Royal Margarine to check if he was awake, he wasn't but Pitaya felt their stomach twist and turn pleasurably when they saw him...and they weren't too sure how to feel about that.
They don't know how long it's been, but they were so close to cuming, they were panting hard and their hips and legs twitched, they had messed up their hair with how much they had squirmed around and gripped it. It was an intoxicating feeling.
Suddenly they let out a yelp when they came early, they were expecting to last longer, but it was their heat so they brushed it off; they continued to finger themselves for a little longer until finally pulling out. Their hand was covered in their cum and they sighed at the feeling.
Despite their body's protest to just fall asleep right there they had to clean up first, they took out a random washcloth from their bag and wiped themselves down, they balled up the rag and stuffed it into a pocket of their bag hoping no one would find it before falling asleep tucked into their sleeping bag with dread for tomorrow.