Mythra cried in pain as she fell to the ground painfully. An arrow through the wing was one of the worst pains a dragon could feel, especially a faerie dragon whose wings were light and tore easily. Her fall was all the more painful because of the numerous tree branches she hit on the way down, but they did slow her enough that she didn't break any bones. She shook her head to clear it, and stood. She had a sprained ankle, a knot on her head right next to her left horn, and a large tear in her right wing where the humans' arrow had gone through it. Damn she thought. Humans were getting more and more difficult to be around as their crucified god got more and more influence in the world. Her pale green scales were scuffed but not bloodied, and she was glad that the injuries were not worse. The humans wouldn't follow her into the forest, even though they were more than slightly upset about the orgy which she had incited and organized among some of the younger girls and boys of the town. No few of the teenagers had lost their virginity at it, and the humans were inexplicably annoyed. Oh, but it was so much fun! And that one boy with the red hair was absolutely adorable, and very entertaining to educate. Knowing the humans, though, the children would be chastised and "taught the way of righteousness" until their newfound freedom was squelched right out of their brains.
Mythra started limping home, making more noise than she wanted to, but too injured to care much. Anyway, the forest held few threats for a dragon, even a tiny one. As she walked she thought about humans, and the children of the village, and how much fun they had been. Maybe she would dare to go back, if only in their dreams to tease and play with them. She got so wrapped up in the thoughts that heat was starting to grow again in her pussy, and she wasn't paying much attention to what was happening around her.
She was startled from her reverie by a crash from overhead, and she jumped to the side just in time to avoid being hit by a falling form. The still body, which had just hit the ground in a reasonable imitation of her own earlier fall, was covered with fur, and had a large, fluffy tail ringed with stripes in the fur. It wasn't moving, so Mythra edged closer and turned it over.
It turned out to be a she. The form before her was a female. She had the head, tail and general features of a raccoon, with grey fur including black rings around the eyes and ringed tail. However, she was large and bipedal; her body shape was generally that of a voluptuous human. Her eyes fluttered open and they were bright yellow, and shone with intelligence. She was obviously dazed, though, and Mythra was in no shape to help her physically this moment. After a few moments of consideration on both her own plight and that of the new arrival, Mythra decided to use some of her precious magic to teleport them both to her home.
When they arrived, Mythra maneuvered the mostly unconscious raccoon into a comfortable position. The whole house was comfortably furnished, so that even the floor was soft and would not increase the pain she was in. Then the Faerie dragon wandered around and got food, and splinted her injured wing and ankle. Then she went back to look in on her pretty guest.
Looking at her lying there, Mythra felt a shiver thrill her. She had always loved creatures with skin or fur. Especially fur; it was so sensual. She reached out and caressed her guest's face. The prone lady's eyes fluttered open, although she looked incredibly dazed.
"Good morning, beautiful one. Nice of you to drop in. You're safe in my home, and I'm a friend," Mythra said as the raccoon-woman looked around anxiously. "I am Mythra, of the Faerie dragons, and I brought you here by magic because you were unconscious and I was injured and could not otherwise help you." The stranger did not seem to exactly understand, although she apparently got the idea and calmed down. Mythra offered her juice, which she gratefully accepted.
The newcomer looked at her after gulping down her drink. "Nat'trraia," she said in a beautiful, trilled voice, indicating herself. Mythra pointed to herself and responded, "Mythra." Nat'trraia nodded and seemed satisfied, then sunk back onto the floor with obvious fatigue.
Nat'trraia Mythra thought. Beautiful creature, beautiful name. As she watched Nat'trraia slowly stretch her bruised muscles, she felt a warm throb in her groin. Like most Faerie dragons, she tended to be impetus, hedonistic, and sensual as well as friendly; she reached out and stroked Nat'trraia's face along the eye patches.
Nat'trraia sighed, with a long trilling sound. She smiled as Mythra continued stroking her face and ears. Mythra noticed that the raccoon's fur was standing up, and her skin was becoming warmer and warmer. Mythra herself was starting to feel hot, and she could feel her cunt becoming wet. Slowly, she started to slide her hands down her furred chest, and Nat'trraia opened her eyes and gazed warmly up at her. As Mythra caressed her new friend's breasts slowly and gently, Nat'trraia reached out to stroke her scaled chest. She seemed confused, as the dragon's anatomy was not precisely comparable to that she was familiar with. So with nothing else to do, Nat'trraia slid her furred hand down Mythra's belly, and lightly stroked her cunt.
Mythra gasped in response to Nat'trraia's light touch. She shuddered, and Nat'trraia was encouraged to begin stroking and caressing her clitoris. Mythra, in turn, craned her long, flexible neck so that she could reach out and flick Nat'trraia's mound with her long, fine tongue. The raccoon shuddered in turn, and moaned at the dragon's every touch.
Nat'trraia slid her fingers into Mythra's hot and dripping cunt, drawing a growling moan from her partner. Mythra, at the same time, was lapping up the juices of Nat'trraia's musky pussy, causing tremors to wrack the raccoon. Simultaneously, they cried out their orgasms, as each caressed, licked, and thrust the other into further pleasure.
Mythra buried her snout in Nat'trraia's mound, nibbling at her clit while at the same time her long tongue tickled and stroked her insides. Nat'trraia thrust her fingers hard and deep into Mythra, at the same time using her thumb to stroke the dragon's hard knob of a clit. They crested past one orgasm, their juices flowing and cunts hot, and urged each other on, spasming and moaning until they were both unable to take anymore. Then they passed out in an embrace of mutual exhaustion and sensual pleasure.
Mythra's last thought before she drifted off to sleep in her new lovers arms was about how beautiful a day this was about to be.