Mala’s dusky-skinned cheeks turned a deeper red as she looked up at Anon. “What do you think?” She shuffled nervously. She was wearing a cute pink sundress, decorated with white ribbon. Her short hair was slightly curly and fell over her forehead. Her bright emerald eyes were lined with mascara and her lips were a similar pink to the dress. Her horns were smooth and black, decorated with white lace. Her pointed ears twitched as she glanced back and forth between Anon's eyes and the ground, the dragon-girl feeling anxious. Her small wings flapped excitedly as he spoke. 

“You look wonderful.” She grinned with those pointed teeth of hers and her crimson-scaled tail wagged unconsciously. “Thanks! Angel helped me pick it all out!” For a dragon, a magical being that could transform and tear Anon in half without any difficulty whatsoever, she sure was cute. He meant what he said wholeheartedly, not to avoid her wrath. They’d known each other since they were kids, and had only recently confessed to feeling more. 

Mala grabbed him by his sleeve and pulled. She was clearly holding back because his jacket didn’t lose the sleeve. She only came up to his ribs but looks can be deceiving. “Come on! You’ve got me all fired up for our date now!” She yelped as she tripped on her heels. Anon grabbed her by the arm and helped steady the mess of flapping wings. “I-I meant to do that.” She muttered. Anon sighed and together they entered the finest of establishments. Waffle House. They took their usual booth, far right wall next to the bathroom. The air conditioning was perfect there and it was quiet enough. Mala got her usual, a plate of waffles and 4 fried eggs. Anon surprised her with something special, something secret. Chocolate cream pie that they for all their wisdom do not show on the menu. 

    “Why isn’t this on the menu?” Mala asked as she took another bite of the pie.

    “It’s for the real customers.” Anon gave a thumbs up to the lady behind the counter, who was in her 60s, had sleeve tattoos, and called everyone sugar. She also had likely been in prison for popping some punk fool with a 9mm. She gave a thumbs up back. 

“So then I asked that cat girl why she talked like that, I thought it was some kind of cat person language, and she said “I am russian.” The two had made it back to Anon’s apartment. It was cozy, and that really meant small. She sat in his lap and quieted down at her favorite part of the movie. The hero stood down a massive four-armed snow giant. The giant roared and waved four axes, which of course was completely impractical. The hero stopped, the wind and snow caused his duster to wave. Behind this monster was his love, the elf ranger. He raised a pistol which glowed like the sun and blew the giant away into a pile of ash. “Studio Trigger did this pretty good.” She reached up and shushed him, snuggling closer against his chest. The music swelled as the hero lifted the elf from the sacrificial altar and held her close. Anon found himself hugging the little dragon as the music trailed off, the scene looking as though the elf was dead. The music swelled once more as her hand reached up and rested on his cheek, her now single eye opening slowly. Anon heard a sniffle and looked down at his girlfriend. She was trying to hide it but this scene always got her. She sighed as the credits rolled. 

“That’s the good shit.” she said, cuddling close. Anon tensed as her thighs pressed down on a growing lump in his pants. Mala perked up. “So you are affected by romance huh?” She laughed and poked his face. His cheeks flushed a deep red and he turned away. “No.” He felt her thick tail wrap back around his waist. 

“You’re the one who got horny from the Neumagh anime.” He said. She puffed up her cheeks and pointed at her head. “I’m always horny. Look.” Anon stared at her. He grabbed her shoulders, leaned down, and kissed her. She let out a surprised yelp into his mouth before giggling. His hand slid up her tanned thigh eliciting some gasping moans from the dragon. Her long pointed tongue pushed into his mouth as the kiss deepened. He felt pointed teeth prick his tongue as he returned the favor. Her slender hand grasped his wrist and slid his hand further up her thigh. The flesh got softer the further he went and he squeezed, fingers sinking in. Her skin was hotter here. Mala let out a shuddering gasp as his fingers stroked her mound, the tiny, soft scales in place of pubic hair already soaked. Her entire body felt hot now. It was as though he were making out with a furnace. An adorable little furnace. He pulled back from the kiss. She made a needy sound and looked at him.

“No panties?”

“S-shut up.” Her cheeks were as red as her scales. She pouted and pressed her face to his neck. He shuddered as she inhaled and began peppering him with kisses and small bites. He barely heard the zipping sound over her adorable moans and groans. He winced as his manhood was suddenly smothered in hot softness. He looked down to find the dragon grinning up at him with his length firmly sandwiched between her thighs. She leaned back and exhaled heavily, and he could smell smoke. Small embers flickered through the air as she breathed out, eyes slipping closed as he slid a finger into her depths. Her thighs rubbed together and sent pleasure through his body. Every move of those silky smooth thighs caused him to tense and pretty soon he was thrusting his hips up to meet her. His fingering sped up as well and she gasped, biting down on her hand. Faster and faster the tempo of their game went. 

His other hand slid upwards, dragging the dress up as it slid over her smooth, lithe body. Tracing over that form he found so enticing. He found one of her small breasts and squeezed hard, feeling her heart pounding like a drum inside her narrow chest. He felt as though her heartbeat was matching his as he curled against her. His teeth found her shoulder as he began to jerk with each movement. Her insides tightened around his fingers and she let out a series of desperate gasps, the bite driving her over the edge as the first pulse of his seed painted her stomach white. He throbbed between her thighs as they both spasmed. When his vision cleared he looked down at her sweaty form. She leaned back, eyes hazy, and kissed him.

“Next time I want you to give me an egg.”