Keethor surveyed the army before him. Unlike the previous two this one could prove to be a proper challenge. The shambling hordes of the undead were a welcome relief from the humans and dwarfs that his army of chaos warriors had crushed earlier that month.
They were more numerous than the humans, and more relentless than the dwarfs. Fortunately, they were also as slow as dwarves and fought even worse than humans.
However, Keethor was too experienced a general to underestimate his foe. He knew the real strength of the undead lied not in their numbers or martial skills (except against goblins, of course), but in their magic. For the necromancers that animated the undead were powerful sorcerers indeed.
He glanced aside at his only sorcerer, praying to his god that he would be sufficient to keep the necromantic magic at a minimum.  Keethor had ordered him to focus on countering any enemy spells, instead of using his own to attack the enemy troops.  Surely, his god was with him. He had only lost a handful of warriors in the previous two battles, most to the accursed dwarven cannons. He preferred to fight the Bretonnians, since they used no artillery. They fought like true warriors, with pride and honor. In the end, it did them no good of course; his warriors had trampled his foe into the ground.
Suddenly a lightning bolt struck one of the units of skeletons, reducing four of them to ashes and scorching a fifth. Tzeentch's attention was surely drawn to this battlefield. And to Keethor himself as well. He felt his gods power float trough his veins, preparing him for the battle ahead.
His sorcerer informed him that Tzeentch had changed the winds of magic as well, blowing them in their direction. "Good." Keethor thought, "at least that will slow down their magic." He ordered his troops to advance towards the enemy, and the warriors and knights quickly covered the ground between them and the undead. His flock of harpies took of, heading for the single catapult the enemy had. Because of the undead's low speed, he was able to dictate the battle, and the enemy general could do nothing but hope that her line would hold.
His unit of knights clashed into a unit of skeletons, destroying even more of the animated horrors. The harpies were ripping the catapult apart and the warriors were locked in combat with the zombies.  Suddenly a dark shape parted with the unit of skeletons, ignoring the knights, and advancing towards him. He recognized the beast to be a wraith, a worthy foe for one as powerful as he. Keethor roared a challenge towards it and charged.
The wraith managed to stand up to his charge, and both exchanged several blows before moving away to pause. The wraith's immunity to mere steel was of no use to it since Keethor's sword was heavily enchanted, and with each hit, it absorbed some of the wraith's essence.  But Keethor did not escape the first round unharmed either. The wraith's massive scythe had damaged his armor, and he was bleeding from a wound in his left arm.
Suddenly, the wraith charged forward, ready to chop him in two.  Keethor managed to parry the attack, and lunged forward, only to miss the wraith by an inch. Again they exchanged several blows, but this time Keethor failed to parry one of the attacks. It was the last mistake he made in this life.
And with a last, deep breath, he began to fall. His gaze turned to the sky, and before everything went black, he could make out a long talon reaching down at him from the heavens.
"Your general seems to have dies," Xenva stated. "Now all of your units have to make a panic test."
"I know, I know." Hakar grumbled, reaching for the dice.  Not to his surprise, only his harpies failed, and fled from combat. The other troops held their ground, and continued hacking away at the enemy.  They knew their general would be resurrected eventually.  "It's not over yet foul necromancer." he said, removing another six skeletons from Xenva's unit.
"At least I still have my general." she responded.
"Not for long."
Xenva looked across the battlefield, and had to agree that things looked grim for her. Hakar's Chaos Warriors were hacking her troops to pieces faster than she could resurrect them, and they hardly made dents in his Warriors. The fact that she would be able to use her catapult was a slight relieve, but it would be more so if all of Hakar's units were not already in combat. By shooting now, she risked hitting her own troops.  While compassion for their troops was not a common characteristic for necromancers, she knew well that more of her troops would be destroyed than Hakar's.
Then her eye fell upon the lone Chaos Sorcerer behind the opposing army.
"I aim my catapult at your Sorcerer."
Hakar cursed under his breath. If she managed to kill his only Sorcerer, he would be powerless to stop her magic.
As always, the range she guessed was spotless, and to Hakar's chagrin, the catapult's missile hit the designated spot (his Sorcerer's head) exactly.  With the enemy Sorcerer reduced to a pile of flesh and bones, Xenva was capable of casting Resurrection twice, and eleven skeletons clawed their way out of the ground. Now if only those boneheads could actually hit an enemy.
Before either fox could do anything, the doorbell rang. Xenva rose to her feet and started walking towards the door.
"That would be Clara." she said, and just before reaching the door, added "And don't touch the game!".
"As if I would." Hakar grumbled, while Xenva opened the door, revealing a female skunk they both knew as Clara Roft.
"Hi Xenva, is my sister here yet?"
"No, just me and Mr. Chaos."
"I don't understand, she should have been here by now."
"Oh don't worry. I'm sure she's fine."
Both women walked over to the gaming table, where Hakar was still pondering his next strategy.
"How's it going Bwana?" Clara asked him, putting her coffer on a nearby couch.
"Stop calling me that!" he said, his teeth bared in a snarl, but his ears pricked up in amusement. Clara had recently found out he used that name as an alias on the Internet, and made a move on him using a false name.  He had fallen for it big time, and had gotten quite angry when she revealed her true identity. Especially since he had started talking about that gorgeous vixen he met on a certain chat box. But in the end, even he could laugh about it, and it had become one of many legends in their group.  "I get to play against whomever wins!" Clara declares, as she begins unpacking her army.
"That would be me." Xenva said.
"In your dreams boney!" Hakar responded.
"I can even defeat you in my dreams."
"You can ONLY defeat me in your dreams."
"Well, it's gonna be your nightmare!"
"I'm winning anyway."
"Yeah right."
"Will you two stop fighting." Clara interrupted. She glanced at the two armies on the table and said "In person anyway. Use your armies." "Yes mom." Hakar said with a grin.
In the end, Xenva won, but only just.
"Xenva won, so I get to play against her."
"Whatever." Hakar picked up the last of his warriors and put them back in his case. "I hope Antony or Ebony shows up soon, I want to play again." "Ebony should have been here already."
"Don't worry, she's be fine."
"Easy for you to say, she's not your little sister."
"She's bigger than you."
"And younger."
"Will you two mortals stop bickering?" Xenva interrupted.  Clara started putting her Dwarfs in front of Xenva's Undead, while Hakar grabbed a stool and positioned himself next to the table to get a good view of the next battle.
Just before Xenva could move a miniature, the doorbell rang again.  Hakar got up and opened the door, revealing another skunk, male this time.
"Hi Antony, come in."
"Thanks Hak."
"Got your army with you?"
"Of course, what's going on inside?"
"Xenva and Clara are beginning their battle, we can set up on the spare."
"Great, let's go."
True enough, Ebony showed up half an hour later, when she gave a hurried knock on Xenva's front door.
When Xenva opened the door she immediately stepped forward and whispered "Xenva, I know I can trust you, so don't make a scene." "I never make scenes, you know me better than that. What's wrong?"
Ebony backed up a bit.
"Well, you're probably wondering why I'm so late. I was on my way here when I... ah... encountered someone."
Xenva did not move a muscle. "Encountered someone?"
"Yes, well actually, he appeared in front of my car."
"You killed him."
"No! He's too... I mean, I couldn't..."
By this time, the others had gathered around in the hallway, and were trying to listen to the two women.
Ebony continued "When I said appeared, I literally mean APPEARED."
"You mean he's a Outworlder, like me?"
"Yes, sort of."
"Sort of? He either is one or isn't."
"He's rather... impressive."
"Does he have a huge pArgh!" Hakar shouted from the back of the hall.
"Moron." Clara muttered, as the fox slowly slumped to the ground.
"Show him in already." Xenva continued, ignoring the furs behind her.
"Okay, but don't scream."
"Why would I scre..."
The creature that appeared in the doorway was not of an unknown species to them. In fact, they had seen one many times in Warmallet, GURPS and Dimwick the Smothering.
In real life however, this was their first time.  It had bright bronze scales, and a pair of large wings folded up against its back. It had a reptilian head, with a long snout and no ears. The claws on its paws made tiny scratches in the floor, and its tail was almost six feet long.
It wore several pieces of leather armor, and it had a bow strapped under one of its wings.
It was a dragon.
But there was something wrong with it, something the furs could not put their claw on.
The dragon looked at them one at a time, back at Ebony, and said "So these are your friends? Kinda shy, aren't they?" The windows did not shake. Random pieces of kitchenware did not fall from the shelves.
"They have just never seen a dragon before."
He turned back to Xenva, and sniffed loudly.
"You smell strange."
"I'm a cyborg."
"Eh?"
"You do know what a cyborg is right?"
"I can't say I do."
"He's from a medieval world." Ebony said.
"What IS a cyborg?"
"I'm an artificial life form. I was constructed rather than grown."
"Sort of like a golem then?"
"Yes, except I have a free will, flesh and some other things."
"Amazing."
"Excuse me," Hakar interrupted, finally recovering from the surprise "But why do you wear armor? I'm sure your scales offer more protection."
"It was on sale."
"On sale? Dragon armor?"
"Yah."
"Wait a minute," Antony had snapped out of his surprise as well, "if you're a dragon, how come you fit in the house?" He was 20 feet long.
"Kinda small for a dragon isn't he?" Clara said.
"Don't you think we should close the door and introduce ourselves?".  Ebony did not wait for an answer but pulled the dragon's tail out of the way and closed the door.
"Guys, this is Tagraman." she said, pointing at the dragon.
"Xenva," pointing at the vixen.
"Hakar," pointing at the fox.
"Clara," pointing at the skunkette.
"and Antony." pointing at the skunk.
"Pleased to meet you all." Tagraman said.
The other furs greeted the dragon, and they moved into the living room.
"So this game was called..." Tagraman knocked some skeletons over with his claw.
"Warmallet." Xenva tried to remove the dragon's claw from the table without knocking over more miniatures.
He noticed more miniatures standing on a desk on the other side of the room, and proceeded to move towards them.  Xenva cursed as several miniatures were knocked over the edge of the table and landed on the ground, breaking some of them.  "What world are you from?" Hakar asked him.
"World? Well, I just called it world, but I guess that's a dragon thing."
"And what happened before you got here?"
"All I remember was me and my pals were exploring this liche's tomb, when Ga'Ker noticed a small jar lying on the floor. K'Ella told him not to touch it but it was too late, and the lich appeared and started casting spells on us. K'Ella tried to incinerate him, but I don't know whether it worked, 'cause at that point a fireball came shooting in my direction and hit me in the head. I hope they're alright." "You were fighting a lich?"
"Yes, you know. Undead wizard kind of thing."
"I know. Aren't they a bit strong? Even with a dragon in the party?"
"That's what I told them!"
"Sorry to interrupt, but we need a place you can stay." Ebony said.
"I mean, we have some dragons on our world but they're pretty rare."
"More dragons? Do they look like me?"
"I don't know. Most are contained."
"You mean imprisoned?"
"Alright, imprisoned."
"Why?"
"Well, how shall I put it. Despite being kinda small for a dragon..."
"I am not!"
"You are compared to some of the ones we have here. Anyway, you're still twenty feet long, have huge claws and teeth, and probably breathe some unpleasant substance. People would get uncomfortable around you. Off course, only some of the dragons were really mean, but people don't like to take chances like that." "Actually I don't breathe anything, apart from air anyway."
"Still, we can't let the authorities get air of you."
"But where will he stay?" Xenva asked.
Everyone looked at each other.
"Don't look at me, I'm poor." Hakar said.
"I'm away all the time." Clara said.
"I receive important guests." Ebony said.
"I'm a skunk." Antony said.
Everyone looked at Xenva.
"Oh no, not here."
"Why not," Hakar asked, "You're rich, have a large apartment, do most of your work at home. You're perfect."
"But..."
"Besides, he's already here." Antony said, "If we'd decide to keep him somewhere else we'd have to move him. People would notice." "Sigh, Okay." She turned to Tagraman, "What do you eat? How much?
Where do you want to sleep, and do you have any special needs?" "Meat, lots of it, anywhere, not that I know of. Something to entertain me, I guess."
Xenva, Antony, Hakar and Clara had returned to their games of Warmallet, leaving Ebony and Tagraman on and next to the couch.  "Tell me Tagraman, what was your world like?"
"Well, as far as I know, it consisted mainly of mountains and trees.  But that comes with being born on a taiga I suppose. There were several towns and numerous villages. Two dozen races lived amongst each other, including dragons. Actually, the dragons did not live in the villages, but only because of their size. I had several sisters and brothers, and all of them became farmers, lumber-jacks and hunters, whilst I became an adventurer."
"Sounds exciting.:
"It did, and it turned out to be almost as exciting as it sounded. I always knew I wanted to become an adventurer, so I saved up some money, said goodbye to my family and traveled into the world." He turned to look at the others as he heard a howl of despair from one of them. Apparently one of them lost a game.
"Anyway, I found this armor on sale, and thought 'What the heck', I got some funny looks, but I didn't need to buy a sword anyway. A bow seemed like good idea at the time, but I found out I cut the string in two whenever I tried to use it. I had to find and buy special 'dragon-proof' strings, which cost ten times as much.  Eventually, I met up with two humans and a gnoll who were looking for another strong arm for their party, and I fit the roll perfectly. We started with minor treasure hunts at first, and moved to slaying after that."
"Slaying? What did you slay?"
"Oh, ogres and griffins mostly. The trolls were a real pain in the tail to kill, I can tell you that."
"Regenerating?"
"Yes, how do you know?"
"There are several games the lot of us play, and trolls are one of the kinds of creatures in them. Gnolls and humans as well." "Hmpfh. Anyway, we got quite rich and famous, as far as you can in a back-quarter land like I lived in. In reality, we were as rich as an average merchant, and were known in most towns and several villages.  But Ga'Ker was a real glory-hound, and he learned of an undead threat in some far-off tomb. Of course K'Ella and Semrun jumped to the opportunity, and I just followed them."
"You weren't that excited, were you?"
"Nah, I had just met a nice dragon-lady in the village we were in, lovely sapphire scales she had, and we were planning to mate somewhere in the next week. I figured we would be back soon enough, but then we ran into that lich in there, and now I'm here." "Not too disappointed, I hope."
"Of course I am! I was, am, a virgin you know. It would have been my first time. How about you?"
"Oh! Erm, what do you mean?"
"Have you ever mated?"
"No I haven't."
"Why?"
"I guess I'm just waiting for the right guy."
"But you can mate with one and move on can't you?"
"I don't think I'm that kind of person."
"I believe you're missing out on something."
"That's what Hakar keeps telling me."
"He wants to mate with you?"
"Sometimes I think he wants to mate with everyone."
The dragon made a faint whistling sound.
"Now that's a challenge. But if I can believe the stories some of the men back home told me, it's worth trying."
"Would she, the dragon-lady I mean, have become pregnant if you had mated?"
"No, she wasn't in season. We just liked each other, and she had mated twice before. She just wanted to have a pleasant evening with me." "And the two humans in your party, did they..."
"Mate? I think so, Ga'Ker and I never caught them in the act though."
"That world have been rude."
"I guess so."
"And Ga'Kar, did he have a mate?"
"No a mate, but gnolls aren't that possessive of each other anyway, few of them become mates for life."
"Would you have wanted to have children."
"It would have been nice if I could have fertilized some eggs, but only if she and I would split up afterwards. I don't feel ready to become a father yet."
"Isn't that kind of impolite?"
"Impolite! Now that's a way of saying it. Yes, K'Ella and Semrun would make some remarks, but it is considered quite normal with dragons. And it would have been nice to now that if I'd die, there would at least be some dragons around with my blood."
"And she would take care of them herself?"
"Yes. She'd only have one or two since she'd have to feed them by herself, but I would have found some other females later on." "A regular bachelor then."
"What's that?"
"A young adult who lives by him or herself."
"And you lot are bachelor's?"
"Except for Hakar, were not that young anymore."
"How old are you then?"
"I'm 26. But most of us don't marry until they are about 30, so I've got plenty of time to find someone."
"And Xenva?"
"No-one knows really, she's and Outworlder."
"And that is?"
"I guess it's time to tell you about my world and past then. Alright, Several years ago, people started appearing at random. Few at first, but more frequently later on. It has started to slow down recently, and scientists suspect it to stop in six to eight years. No one knows why they are appearing, but most of them have a memory of danger and fear from just before they appeared. It is believed that their teleportation is somehow triggered by impending death." "So if I wouldn't have appeared here, that fireball would have killed me?"
"Most likely. Up 'till now, about 5,000,000 people have appeared all over the world, mostly furs like us, but some dragons and other fantastic creatures like yourself. The thing is, everyone who has appeared did so in an area where they spoke more or less the same languages as the 'natives'. The furs who appear here are capable of pro-creating with us, and most have integrated into the society completely. The dragons are capable of pro-creating amongst themselves by the way, so there's still hope for you. The only thing that sets the Outworlders apart from us is that none of them have any psionic powers." "?" Tagraman began, but Ebony motioned him to be quiet.  "The appearance of the Outworlders was only one of the two major phenomena to occur the last two centuries. Some sixty years ago, furs became developing 'mystic powers', like telepathy and levitation.  Nowadays, every born cub has either two different powers, or one well developed. I'm a powerful astral projector and a psychic
 vampire myself. Which means I can separate my mind and body, and that I can steal others' powers and drain their emotions." "Impressive."
"Thanks. Now Hakar is another matter entirely. For some reason, he has all known powers at average levels. No-one knows why, and he is the only reported case."
"And you people have learned to control these powers?" "Barely. I am quite skilled myself, but only because my employer funded most of my training. I'm an escort to a, erm, 'merchant' would be a good term. He has use for my powers in his business, and I am capable of speaking several languages."
"And what about Xenva?"
"She's and Outworlder. Therefore, she has no psionic powers. But she has more than enough to make up for it."
"Like what?"
"You'll find out. Ask her about her past when you are alone."
"Why alone? Is there something wrong?"
"No, she just prefers it like that. Though we kinda like the way people freak out when they find out what she is." "That she's a sibor?"
"Cyborg."
"Why does that freak people out?"
"She's something they don't think should exist. Not that they're hostile, but a certain feeling they have at the back of their head." "Is she really alive?"
"Don't let her hear you said that, thrust me. But strictly speaking, yes, she is alive."
"You're just saying that so she won't hurt you." "No, no, it's not like that. Have you ever been in the position that you had to get along with someone who had a reputation of being rude and inconsiderate, yet after a while it turns out he's just different?"
"I guess so."
"She's not cruel or cold like some people think. She has all emotions any other person has. Besides, most people don't notice until she opens her stomach to take things out."
"Ick!"
"Don't worry, it's all metal inside. She just has a permanent bag with her."
"I can understand why that freaks people out."
"And when she pops out her claws, most people run away."
"Oh, they do the same with me."
"Yes, but you're a twenty foot dragon, not a six foot vixen. And the way she lifts objects that would hurt some heavy machinery doesn't help either. It's not like she doesn't know this frightens people, but to her, it's just not a reason to stop doing it. But enough talking about someone else, it's not polite." "I guess not."
Several hours, and many games, later, everyone had packed up, said goodbye to Xenva and Tagraman (hastily, in case she would decide on some other residence for the dragon), and had gone home.  "Now to find you somewhere to stay." She said, walking trough a door and starting to descent some stairs. Tagraman hurried to follow her, only barely managing to fit trough the doorpost.  "I hope I'm not too much of a trouble."
"Whatever gave you that idea? You're only a 20-foot dragon. Now if had been a 25-foot dragon, things would have been different. I wouldn't have been able to cope with that, but this should work out just fine." "I'm sorry." He said, whilst trying to go down the stairs without gaining up on Xenva.
"For what?"
"For existing."
Xenva dropped her ears. "Don't. I shouldn't have said that. It wasn't your choice to come her anyway. And this IS the best place for you to stay, so we'll just have to make the best of it." He followed her into a large room. It was even kind of large for him.
"Wait here while I get some stuff for you."
He lay down on the floor, examining his surroundings.  The room was reasonably lit by several windows at the top of the room, but he wondered why he didn't feel a breeze from them.  He stood up and moved towards one of the windows, and could see several trees slowly waving in the wind.
"An enchanted window?" He thought, as he tried to poke his claw trough.
Xenva grabbed some blankets and mattresses from the attic, and carried them back to the basement, where she encountered the dragon underneath a broken window, trying to put the glass back in.  "Having fun, aren't we?"
"Oh, sorry. I seem to have broken the spell."
"Spell?"
"Yes, the one that keeps the wind out."
"You mean the glass."
"And what are these crystals? Are they an ingredient for the spell?" "Sort of. Actually, glass is a translucent material created by melting sand. While we do use it to keep out the wind and rain, is just as magical as these pillows."
"Wohoo! Magic pillows. Are they enchanted to keep me warm?"
"O-kay, wrong example." she dropped the pillows in a corner.
"Listen. There is no magic in this world, only technology."
"But if there's no magic, how can you do the things you do?"
"I told you, technology. You know, science and stuff."
"Like alchemy?"
"Sort of."
"Can you turn lead into gold?"
"No."
"But..."
"That's a myth. Listen to me, many things you see here might seem magical, but they're just as normal as you and I." Xenva paused for a moment to decide whether the term 'normal' could be used to describe a dragon and a cyborg vixen, while Tagraman lay down on the blankets.
"Just wait here 'till I get you something to keep you occupied."
"Okay." he said, whilst still looking around."
"And don't try to open any more windows."
Xenva returned with a television in one paw and a bowl of meat in the other. "Here, this is a television. It is completely un-magical. It just allows you to see previously recorded or far-away images." She put the TV against one wall and plugged it in. "Observe." She pushed one of the buttons and the screen lit up, revealing a sit-com.  "Amazing." Tagraman said. "This is just like a crystal ball." "Yep, only its not magical. these two buttons change the volume, and these two change the channel. Don't touch any of the other buttons." "Okay."
"And remember, little you see here is real. If there's an invasion of little green men from another galaxy, don't come upstairs and wake me up to tell me about it. Got that?"
"Yes Xenva."
"Good." She put the bowl in front of him. "Now eat." Xenva watched TV while the dragon ate. This was one of her favorite shows and like hell was she gonna miss it.
"Ebony told me a lot about herself."
"And I suppose you want me to do the same?"
"Well, I'll start first if you want."
"Huh, oh. Go right ahead." Xenva said. "At least I'll be able to watch 'Yiff and Marriage'." She thought.
Over the next half-hour (and 'Yiff and Marriage') Tagraman told Xenva about himself and what Ebony had already told about their world.  "Uhuh, well, it's time for my story then? To start, you undoubtedly heart from someone else I'm not a normal fox. Ebony has told you a little about what I am, and I'll tell you some more. I was created by an organization called Terracorp by order of a certain Mr. Damarn, to be used as an assassination droid. Mind you, the entire planet was populated my humans, so why ever that man chose to have a droid disguised as a humanoid fox is beyond me. Anyway, I was supposed to act like a pleasure droid."
"And that is?"
"A robot designed to have sex with people. Don't pull such a disgusted face, they made them with living flesh, and in my case, fur.  Apparently, Damarn would let me pass as a sex toy, and sneak me into the homes of his, or should I say my, targets. Once inside I was to silently execute that person."
"Doesn't sound like a great job. Then again, mine was mostly the same."
"Yeah, but you didn't have to have sex with your employer and often you victims too."
"Well there was this time when..."
"Shut up and listen. Just as I expected, my distinct appearance earned me quite a reputation, and my last mission proved to be a trap.  Instead of a helpless man or woman there was a nuclear bomb waiting for me. My intended target didn't like to leave anything to fate. Now my armor protected me perfectly from knives and bullets, but a 6-kiloton nuke would have proven to be too much. But instead of dying, I ended up here."
She sighed and closed her eyes.
"I often wondered what will happen if I die. Will I simply end or do I have an immortal soul?"
"You walk and talk, so you must have one."
"It's not that simple I'm afraid. You can make a puppet walk and talk, yet is does not posses a soul."
"How do you know that? Perhaps it does."
Xenva smiled at the dragon. "You're actually quite smart." "Thanks." He paused for a moment. "Wait, do you mean you thought I was stupid."
"No, of course not! I just didn't think you were that smart."
"I don't know whether I should be insulted or praised." "You know what? I think I'd better go to sleep. We've got lots to do tomorrow."
"Goodnight."
Xenva walked out of the room, leaving the dragon with only the television as company.
Her room was dark and silent, and she quickly undressed. After casting a hateful glance at her neighbor's house, she stepped into her bed and pulled the blanket over her.
She spent the next few minutes staring at the ceiling and listening to the TV downstairs. With a sigh she rolled over on her stomach.  "Just great, now I have a dragon."
Suddenly she sat upright, ears flat to her head.  "Wait a second! What did Antony say? Tagraman can't stay with him cause he's a skunk?" Xenva emitted a low growl, "Next time I see him he's gonna do a lot of explaining."
With a grunt she let herself fall down again, and dreamt of roasting the skunk on a barbecue.
Later that night the dream put her on the barbecue next to Antony, and got quite kinky soon after that.
Tagraman watched the TV with mild curiosity. While the images were clear and often interesting or funny, they weren't what he had expected to see in a crystal ball. And those short scenes that kept interrupting the longer ones were starting to irritate him, they all seemed to feature some female talking about slips and washing powder, whatever those were. Even pressing the second pair of buttons did not help, as the short scenes kept returning.
"I should really remember asking Xenva about those tomorrow." He glanced at a female cat talking about how Yif was a better soap than others, and turned the volume all the way down. Lying down on the pillows, he closed his eyes and dreamt of his friends, and a certain dragon lady.
Hakar dreamt, buried under a pile of plushies. His Amiga kept disturbing him by turning on the HD to write another bit of data for that NASI thing he downloaded the other day.
Clara dreamt, about beards and axes. For some reason, her dream also included a little red imp, but she was too busy drinking ale with the King to notice.
Ebony dreamt, about a handsome skunk who rescued her from a sinking ship, and carried her into the sunset.
Antony dreamt, about a hot beach. For some reason, he really wanted some hamburgers.
Xenva woke up late that morning, with a sore feeling in her butt and shoulders. When she realized what had happened that night she quickly put away her toys and got up.
"Sometimes I wish I'd remember what happens during the night." She walked over to her balcony and sniffed in the late summer-air. The sun shone on her naked body, warming her fur and causing her to smile.  The scene was completely perfect except for the all too familiar sounds from her neighbors house.
"Dammit, doesn't that bitch ever get some sleep?" She walked back inside and picked up some fresh clothes, and took them to the bathroom. She gasped softly as the showers cool rays sprayed over her body, and thoroughly rubbed her fur clean.  When she got out of the shower, Tagraman was there, waiting.
"You want a shower too?" she asked.
"What's a shower?" he replied.
"That thing in the corner, you can use it to clean yourself."
"How does it work?"
"See that little hose over there? And that thing at the end? When I press these buttons water comes out."
"OK."
Xenva dragged a finger over Tagraman's bow. "You're gonna have tot get rid of these first."
"Where do I put them?"
"Oh just dump them somewhere." she gasped, "I mean, put them..." She watched the dragon toss his armor out of the window. "Oh well," she thought "apart from the neighbor, whose gonna see? And she's far to busy anyway."
"Now what?" Tagraman watched the showerhead in curiosity.
"Do you like it cold or hot?"
"Just a bit warm please."
"Coming right up." Xenva touched a few buttons, and a warm stream of water blasted out of the showerhead. She aimed it at the dragon's neck, seeing how much dirt was on there.
"When was the last time you washed yourself?" "Yesterday, but fighting undead beasts isn't the cleanest way to spend a day."
"Uhuh."
Xenva continued spraying the dragon, when they were interrupted by a loud scream outside.
"What was that!?" Tagraman asked.
Xenva sighed "Just the bitch next door. She does this all the time."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Apparently she's some kind of porn queen or something. And she does most of her work at home."
"Porn?"
"You don't know porn either? Erotic images?"
"Oh, those. What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing really, except she does it all the time, with all windows open. She walks around the house and garden naked, surrounded my men." "Sounds like a great life."
"Right."
"Besides, we're naked too."
"What's different. We are bathing."
"She is too." Tagraman pointed outside.
Xenva looks over to what he's pointing at and moans. "A bubble bath?!
In the garden?"
"Maybe she'll let us join?"
"Don't count on it, besides, we don't want anyone to see you, so get back inside."
The dragon cast a final glance at the busty wolfette and the two men besides her, and pulled his head back in.
"If she bothers you, why don't you just tell her to stop it?" "I tried, but she doesn't seem to understand. Last time she asked me to join in."
"And why didn't you?"
"First of all, I hate her guts. Secondly, I'm not that kind of person.
I don't go around walking naked and yiffing random people."
"Hrm."
"What's wrong, feeling left out?"
Both furs burst out laughing, with Xenva hanging onto Tagramans neck.  One minute later, Xenva noticed the shower was soaking her chest, and she quickly aimed it at the dragon's chest.
"Damn, I thought feeding you was going to be expensive. I never considered bathing costs."
"But you do seem to enjoy it."
"Sure, but don't think I'll be doing this all the time. You're gonna have to learn to use the shower too. But maybe we can repeat this some other time."
"Okay."
After washing and drying both furs moved into the living-room, where Xenva turned on the TV and plumped onto the couch, the dragon curling up next to it.
"We're not watching those short scenes are we?" He asked.
"What? Oh, commercials. I'm afraid they're a necessary evil." The dragon grunted, and forced himself to look at the stupid cat telling him about the Yiff again.
After several minutes, the dragon looked back up to Xenva, "Xenva, why are we naked?"
Xenva looked at the dragon, then at her naked body, then at the dragon again, "Good question! Lets get some clothes." She got up and walked to her bedroom, closely followed by the dragon.
"What would you like to wear?"
"What have you got in my size?"
"Nothing." she grinned "Guess you'll have to remain naked.
"I can always get my armor."
"Why do you need clothes anyway? You're a dragon."
"So? That doesn't mean I can go around naked."
"I suppose you'll know best."
She watched the dragon move to the bathroom, and put on her shirt.
Tagraman squeezed out of the bathroom-door leading to the balcony, and looked down at his armor. Xenva's neighbor was still in the bath, but apparently too occupied to notice him. He jumped down at the grass, using his wings to land as softly as possible. But before he could reach his armor, he heart a sweet voice over the hedge.  "Hello where big boy."
He looked over to see the wolfette peeking over the hedge, only her head and arms visible.
"Erm, hi."
"Never seen you around here before."
Tagraman could help but shake the feeling the wolf was trying to peek between his hind legs. Unconsciously he moved in a way he hoped would obstruct her view.
"Likewise."
"So what brings you here?"
"I don't know, I'm just here."
"So why don't you come over here and share our bath?"
"Erm, I'd love to but I've already had a bath today." "Oh, but it's not that kind of bath, it's all bubbly and stuff. Besides, this one has me inside."
"Very nice I'm sure."
"Don't be shy, I won't bite."
"But I'm too big."
"We'll manage. I don't mind being pressed against you."
"I might break it."
"I don't mind. I've got plenty of money."
Tagraman walked over to the hedge and peeked over, seeing two men, one feline, one badger, lying on the bath. Both had a satisfied grin over their muzzle.
The wolf nodded in their direction "These two are kinda worn out. You look like someone who will last quite a while, so why don't we get rid of these two and dive in?"
"Well I..." Before he could act, the wolf grabbed his head and shoved it into her cleavage. She quivered, whispering "I want your tongue, and more." into his ear.
The dragon tried to pull free without hurting the wolf, but she was apparently highly experienced in these sort of things and hung on nonetheless.
She started licking his face when he managed to brush her off the hedge. He quickly grabbed his armor and fled around the house.  The wolf snapped her fingers "Drat. I'll get you later."
Xenva was just walking into the bathroom when the dragon nearly burst trough the bathroom-door.
"Why aren't you dressed yet?"
"I met your neighbor." he panted.
"Oh dear. Did she do anything to you?"
"Nothing much except give me a near heart-attack. Damn she's scary!
Now I understand why you didn't want to join her."
"I know. Here, let me help you with that."
Xenva helped dress Tagraman, and they both returned to the living room.

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