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Synopsis: A young drake born to compete in aerial races wins his first championship and discovers that his reward is more than just a medal. His competitors eat his dust, and then the retiring champion eats something else of his. Prepare to see a lot of the tail.

This story is self-contained and can be read alone. (6140 words) Rating: Explicit, M/F

_ "Apollo, you really were just _amazing yesterday!" Jennifer said to her dragon, who was walking beside her. "I can't stop replaying it in my head. You had a good start, and the first couple of rounds were perfectly on point. At the midpoint I thought you were pretty much locked in for a solid fifth, but then all of a sudden Typhoon crashed into Imperium, and when you just swooped ahead that was... I couldn't believe... You should have seen the crowd, they just exploded... I've never screamed so loud in my life... It was just...just..." Lost for words, Jennifer threw her arms around the drake's scaly neck and pulled him into a tight hug.

Apollo hummed cheerfully as his owner hugged him. "Hmm! I didn't think I could win either," he admitted. "I was holding back, trying for a sprint at the last second, and at the last turn I started beating my wings as fast as I could and then suddenly I was ahead..."

The blue-scaled dragon stopped speaking as Jennifer squeezed him even tighter, partially choking his windpipe. "You were amazing! I always knew you could win! Oh!" Jennifer finally dropped her hug, allowing the dragon to breathe again, and she resumed walking. Her steps were practically skipping from foot to foot, something the dragon found highly amusing. "Come on, champ! We shouldn't be late, that would be rude," she said.

Apollo resumed following Jennifer; he briefly tried to playfully imitate her hopping gait, but with his four legs it just looked like he was trotting. "Rude? Rude to whom? Are we meeting someone?" he asked curiously. Apollo had assumed he would be celebrating his victory by spending the whole morning sleeping, and possibly also eating lots of unhealthy food. Instead, Jennifer had jumped on him at the crack of dawn to brightly announce that he was to wake up immediately and eat his breakfast because there were important things they had to be doing. Thus far she had been tight-lipped on exactly what those important things were. Being dragged out of bed early in the morning and figuratively kept in the dark would normally have annoyed Apollo, except that Jennifer's cheerfulness had been highly contagious.

Jennifer patted him on his shoulder, which (while they were both standing) came up to just below her own. "All in good time! You'll find out soon enough."

Now that the carnival was over, workers were cleaning up the area and packing up equipment and tents, storing them away until they would be needed for next year's festival. Apollo recognized the podium he'd stood on yesterday when he'd been given his medal--two of the labourers were boxing it into a crate to be hauled away.

As they came to the edge of the fairgrounds, they crossed over into fields where the dragon race had been held. The flags that marked the outskirts of the course were still standing, but the large helium balloons that had served as waypoints during the race were already gone. At the edge of the field Apollo spotted a green-scaled dragon sitting next to two humans deep in conversation.

As they approached he recognized one of the humans as Jennifer's father, Jay, but he couldn't recognize the dragon or the other man. Of the two of unknowns, Apollo found the dragon far more interesting--the man looked to be about the same age as Jennifer's father or perhaps slightly younger, and his clothing and appearance were unremarkable. On the other hand, the dragoness has scales of dark green colour, and she was slender and lithe. She wasn't wearing a saddle or a harness, but around her neck was a close-fitting silver necklace with a large emerald that glinted in the sun. She was of the same breed as Apollo and roughly the same size as he was.

The unknown man smiled broadly and extended his hand, which Jennifer took and shook firmly. "You must be Jennifer; it's a great pleasure to meet you. I'm Ian Caedry, and this here is Rafale." The man gestured to the dragoness sitting contentedly next to them, and she inclined her head in a smooth bow.

Apollo's eyes widened; Ian Caedry was the aviation magnate who owned Typhoon, the racing drake who had been expected to win yesterday's championship. Which would mean Rafale was _the_Rafale, the former three time champion of the regional racing championship, who Ian Caedry also owned. The malachite dragoness caught him staring at her and winked an eye at him. Apollo hurriedly glanced back to Ian, realizing that the man was talking to him.

Instead of offering his hand to be shaken, Ian kept his hands to his sides and bowed his head--a draconic greeting that Apollo quickly returned. "And this here is the champion himself! That was really something yesterday, I say. Two of the state's finest racers crash and burn, while a rookie underdog gets the cup? I'll bet no one was expecting that, least of all me. What a dramatic finish! Won't say you don't deserve it though, that was some damn fine flying. What odds."

"And how is Typhoon?" asked Jennifer's father.

Ian frowned, scratching his chin. "Typhoon? He's doing alright. The crash wasn't as bad as it looked; he managed to land on his feet and his wings are still good. He'll be back in the air within a couple of weeks at most."

"That's fortunate. I do hope he recovers soon," said Jennifer politely.

"Cheers! I'll pass on that sentiment" replied the businessman. "He's really beating himself up over that loss though. It's the first time he didn't finish a race, and that's blow hits especially hard since this is his first time at the regionals, same as Apollo. Ever racer has good days and bad--"

"Typhoon is the champion of drama!" Rafale said, abruptly interrupting her owner. This surprised Apollo--when he'd seen Jennifer or other humans talking with dragons, the dragons were usually meek and submissive, especially if they were talking with their direct owners. In comparison, Rafale didn't show the slightest bit of hesitation to add her opinion to the conversation. Just like any dragon, her voice had an odd resonance and seemed to originate from her chest as well as her mouth. "If he hadn't been so overconfident, maybe he wouldn't be a DNF while even Imperium managed to limp to a finish", said the malachite dragoness.

"Come now my dear, have some sympathy," retorted Ian. "Anyway, Jennifer, now that you're here we've got so much to discuss. Why, I was just talking with your father here about how this really reminds of the first time I attended the regionals with a dragon racing under my name. Rafale's first race! That was a decade back when I first got into the sport, but I can still give you the exact finish times. You and Apollo treasure your victory; I'll bet you never forget it either. What a photo finish! We were also just saying--oh, my bad, I'm rambling again when we're all standing around on ceremony!" The tycoon raised his hands in apology, and then gestured to a nearby restaurant. "Jay, Jennifer, how about we three head over to the café over there; let's find us some seats while we talk business?"

"Good idea--coffee always helps a discussion," replied Jennifer's father, nodding in agreement.

Ian gestured between the two dragons. "It's a plan, then. So you two can get down to your own business whenever you're good and ready, and we'll be back in about say, an hour or so. Maybe more if I can't stop rambling."

Jennifer quickly hugged Apollo again. "I'll see you later. Enjoy yourself!" she said. The three humans walked off towards the restaurant, leaving Apollo still entirely unsure what was going on. What business did Ian Caedry have with Jennifer and her father? Just as importantly, what business did he have with Rafale? He glanced towards the dragoness, who was watching the humans depart.

Apollo just stood next to her awkwardly as he wondered what was going on. He was far from an expert in business, but he stayed around Jennifer enough that he knew Ian Caedry was a wealthy tycoon who controlled a vast consortium of companies that used dragons for freight, transportation, and logistics.

In comparison, Jay (Jennifer's father) owned a much smaller dragon ranch, but Apollo wasn't a freighter dragon--he was a race dragon, and his egg had been a birthday gift to Jennifer more than a decade ago.

Suddenly Rafale jumped to her feet and starting pacing around him. "Um, hello...?" Apollo tried.

"Hello to you too..." Rafale replied. She made an indecisive noise. "Eh. Your colour's alright. At least you aren't brown; brown is such a boring colour."

Apollo glanced down at his ultramarine scales. Jennifer had told him that discussing someone's colour was usually considered impolite and possibly very offensive, but that was amongst humans. Was this how dragons normally talked with each other? He sat down and watched with bewilderment as Rafale walked around to peer at him from all angles.

"Hmm. No neck frill, short horns--typical racer. Overall you're a bit short, though if you're winning races I won't complain. Clearly your performance yesterday showed that you can put up speed where it matters. I've seen your lineage; you've had racing dragons in your blood for generations and it shows in the way you flew yesterday," Rafale murmured.

"What? My lineage? What are you doing?" Apollo asked, unable to contain his confusion as the dragoness pulled open his left wing and started comparing his wingspan against her own.

"I'm getting a good look at you, obviously. Just look at those wings--that's a good aspect ratio...and those muscles are nice. Just you wait, we'll get down to it soon enough," Rafale replied.

"Get to what?" Apollo asked. The dragoness didn't respond; instead she grabbed his muzzle with her forepaw and started peering at his teeth. He tried to jerk his head away. "Hey stop that!" he exclaimed, getting slightly annoyed. What was Rafale doing?

"Reminder--patience is attractive. With all the money Ian's paying, you could at least take your time and treat me nice."

"Take my time with what? Could you stop staring at my teeth and explain what's going on here?" Apollo asked.

The malachite dragoness let go of his muzzle, looking surprised. She sat down in front of him, frowning at him slightly. "You don't know what's going on? Didn't that Jennifer girl tell you?" she asked.

Apollo shook his head. "No one has told me anything! I don't know why you're staring at my teeth, or measuring my wings, or checking the colour of my scales. Can you please explain?"

Rafale made an amused noise and stood up again. "Heh." She grabbed Apollo's tail and straightened it out to measure its length.

Apollo snatched his tail back and extended a single talon to point it at her. "Stop that. Answer the question. What were Ian and Jay talking about? Why am I here? What business do we have?"

The former champion sat down on all fours and started preening her scales, grinning at him. "Guess," she suggested.

Apollo sighed. "Uh, you're looking all over my body because you're planning to build a giant statue of me?"

Rafale laughed out loud at that. "Hahaha! Very good. You're funny--I like that. Haha." When Apollo still looked baffled, her laughter abruptly stopped. "Wait, you're serious? A dragoness is looking over you and complimenting your lineage, but you can't guess why? Alright, I'll give you the whole story then. Do you know who I am?"

"You're Rafale, three-time former champion of the regional air race; competed in the national races four years ago," Apollo said. As part of his training, he'd borrowed Jennifer's laptop and looked into the history of the regional dragon races on Wikipedia. It hadn't been very easy to press the tiny keys with his claws, but he'd managed.

Rafale nodded and patted her chest. "Correct! I'm Rafale, nice to meet you too. And do you know why I'm a 'former' champion?"

"Because...because you crashed last year, injuring your wings," Apollo said.

Rafale abruptly snapped her left wing fully open, revealing a tattered aerofoil and a large scar crossing the leading edge. "Correct again! I believe 'Rafale flies her last race' was how the newspapers phrased it. Ouch." She glared at Apollo, who was trying not to stare too hard at the damaged wing. He'd seen some pictures online, but it was different to see her in person.

"Stop looking so apologetic. I don't want or need pity!" Rafale snapped, sounding mildly irritated. "I can still fly, and I was getting a bit too old to keep racing anyway. I'm moving on to the simpler pleasures in life, which brings us to why we're here today. How would you prefer to mate, in the air or on the ground?"

Apollo blinked in surprise. This was unexpected, to say the least. "Wait, what?"

Rafale sighed, feigning disappointment although it was quite clear she was enjoying toying with the drake. "Huuh. Here I was thinking that you were such a literate dragon. You know, I don't think I've ever heard a dragon speak as clearly as you do. Your voice barely echoes at all--if you answered a phone call, I bet you could easily pass off as human. Your owner must really like chatting with you. Anyway, let's try this again: Hello, I'm Rafale the dragoness. Nice to meet you Apollo, shall we make an egg?"

Apollo tried to process what she was saying. Jennifer had always enjoyed teaching him about how the world worked, but the reproductive processes were one aspect she had largely omitted. Dragons came from eggs and eggs were laid by dragonesses; beyond stating that fact, she had always become uncomfortable and had changed the topic whenever he'd brought it up.

Jay (Jenifer's father)'s ranch raised haulers and freight carrier dragons, but they were mostly illiterate and they hadn't taught him much either. Apollo had also tried to ask them about where eggs were supposed to come from, but they hadn't been very willing to chat with him. All he had ascertained was that genitals were involved in some way. Apollo had then resorted to searching the information up online, but most of what he had found only talked about humans, not dragons. He just decided to be honest with the malachite dragoness. "I--I don't know," he admitted.

Rafale rolled her eyes. "Well thanks! If you think I'm that ugly, you can just say so. I'll go bury myself in a hole and cry."

"No, I mean I--I really have no idea what's going on here. Why do you want to make an egg? Why me? What was that about money earlier? What business does your owner have with mine?"

Apollo's list of questions got cut off when Rafale stood up, walked over, and started licking him on the neck. It was such an odd, unexpected motion, but it made a chill run down his back. Her tongue felt warm, and wet, and oddly pleasant against his sensitive scales. But why was she licking him? He'd never seen any human lick anything they weren't about to eat. They licked ice cream and lollipops, not each other. "Um what? What are you doing? Why are you licking me?"

"Wow, you're truly something, aren't you?!" Rafale exclaimed. "I've never seen a dragon act so much like a human--I'm surprised you aren't walking on two legs! Your owner must have raised you entirely by hand."

Apollo was completely puzzled by her comment. This whole conversation was only serving to confuse him even further. All the freighter dragons back on the ranch had a simple, straightforward way of talking (which often devolved into monosyllabic grunts), and neither Jennifer nor Jay had even tried to talk in such an unhelpful manner. "Yes, Jennifer raised me from the egg. What does that have to do with anything? You know, you really are very bad at answering questions. I don't think you've properly answered even a single question so far."

"Okay, let's try this again from the third time. I'm licking you because that's what dragons do to show affection. Have you really never met another dragon before?" Rafale muttered. Her explanation made something click in Apollo's mind. Back on his home ranch he'd seen the freighter dragons lick each other; he had assumed this was to clean their scales, but since he was a racing dragon they had never really accepted him. Certainly Jennifer, who had thought him all he knew about the world, had never thought to explain how to act like a dragon. Apollo was about to say something to Rafale, but she spoke first.

"Hint, hint. This is the part where you start licking me back," she said.

"Oh, sorry." Apollo stuck out his tongue and tentatively licked her neck...once. Then he paused and said, "But you still haven't explained what's going on."

His protest made Rafale take a step back and wrap a wing around her head. "For the love of... Are you a drake or not?! Can you just mate me first and then ask all your questions later?"

Rafale turned around and raised her tail, pointing her haunches at him. "Step one; sniff this. Just do it. Don't ask why. Don't ask any more questions."

Apollo immediately wanted to ask more questions, but Rafale's genital slit was wet and swollen, and seeing it made him oddly curious in a way he hadn't been just a few seconds ago. How exactly did dragons make eggs?

"Ok, I can do that," he said. The drake leaned in close and sniffed her slit, and then the scent of her arousal started to awake primal urges. The smell seemed to dig into his brain and drag him closer. He breathed deeply, moved closer until his snout almost brushed against her raised tail. Pheromones started to cloud his thoughts and a simpler part of his mind began to take over from rational thought. "That's a really nice smell," he commented. The smell of a female in heat was like nothing he'd ever smelt before. Apollo started to lick her slit, running his tongue over her exposed vent just to get more of it. It was something he would never have thought to do only a minute ago, but now it seemed like the most natural action in the world.

Rafale stuck her head around to watch him lick at her nether regions. "Thank you! It seems like you can act like a drake after all. That does miracles for my self-esteem."

Her admission surprised Apollo. Rafale had been acting with a continuous air of smug self-confidence all this time, or at least that was how he'd seen it. "Self-esteem? You were the best flyer in the regional, thrice! What do you have to be worried about?" he asked, in between licks.

Rafale gasped slightly, enjoying the feeling of his tongue slowly running across her slit. "Ah. But that was before I crashed, before I smashed up my wing. I'm not a racer anymore. That's why I can take the time to have eggs now."

"Oh. I guess that makes sense." Apollo kept licking her, enjoying the taste of her arousal on his tongue. It was an odd, salty, metallic taste--he didn't know why he liked it, but he just did. "I've never done this anything like this before. I really have no idea what to do."

"That's alright. I've mated plenty of drakes before, just not while I was in heat." Rafale turned around and grabbed him firmly by his penis. Apollo twitched slightly at the sudden contact with his sensitive organ. Why had that come out? That was something that usually only happened in the morning as he was waking up, or when he needed to pee.

Rafale hummed softly. "Hmm. Step two; wait till your cock is nice and long and hard. Good for sticking in a dragoness. Don't worry, after your first time I'm sure this will all come naturally to you." She turned round and raised her tail again, presenting her hindquarters to him. Her slit was wet and swollen, dripping with arousal and just waiting for a drake to penetrate. "Carry on."

Apollo approached her and wondered how he was supposed to fit this part of his body into hers. He moved his hips forward and tentatively placed his forelegs on her back for balance. "So I just stick it in? And that'll make an egg?" he asked. This concept was both completely alien yet also somehow intimately familiar; it just seemed natural.

Rafale partially unfurled her wings and shook them in the dragon equivalent of a shrug. "More or less. Step three--insert into dragoness. Remove partially. Repeat insertion until satisfactory response achieved. Hurry up."

Apollo bent his lower back, brushing his phallus against Rafale's flanks. He kept moving his hips, trying to line up so he could push his erection into her hole. In the back of his mind his rational train of thought was commenting that this was quite ridiculous, but instinctually it all seemed like the correct thing to do.

On her part, Rafale was enjoying herself very much. It had been far too long since she'd had any fun with a drake (or a dragoness, for that matter), and now her lustful desires were amplified because her body was in heat. She was sexually receptive, and for the first time ever she'd be trying to conceive an egg. Apollo was clearly inexperienced but surprisingly enthusiastic once she'd finally gotten him aroused. His forepaws were clutching at her hips, and she could feel his erection slipping around near her slit in a horrendously teasing manner--she suspected he wasn't even deliberately trying to toy with her, but rather he was figuring out how to mate. To help him out, the dragoness lifted her hips and dropped her chest to the ground, which gave him an easier angle.

Then finally he achieved penetration--the tip of his penis slipped in, and both dragons exclaimed. Rafale made a pleasured sigh, but Apollo let out a surprised gasp at the sudden warmth and tightness around his reproductive organ. Rafale gave him a moment to get used to it, then she gently rocked her hips forwards and backwards to encourage him to thrust. The drake's penis felt warm and delightfully filing inside of her.

Apollo got the message quickly--he began to push himself in and out. But then without any warning he suddenly stopped just a few seconds later, just as the rhythm was beginning to pick up.

Rafale blinked her eyes open in surprise. Had Apollo just cum already? Even for a virgin, she'd hoped he would at least last longer than a few seconds. But then she heard him speak and realized that he had halted not because of a premature release, but out of curiosity.

"Wait. Why me?" Apollo asked.

Rafale groaned and dragged the sound into a growl. She turned around to glare at the drake who was resting on her back. "Gharrghh! Not again... Can't you just...just...mate me now and ask your questions later? Do you know how lucky you drakes are that you don't go into heat every few months? You're just standing there, with your damn cock teasing my slit and making me horny as hell. I could really use a good mating right now."

"Sorry," Apollo said. He did look apologetic, but apparently not enough to keep going until he'd gotten his answers. "But I would like to know what's going on. Why are we mating?"

"Fine! I'll explain, but this is the last question you get," grumbled Rafale. "Ian is a businessman person--if you know anything at all about the aviation industry, then you've heard of him and his company. Ian owns both me and Typhoon, the racer you so handily beat yesterday, and also a younger dragoness called Gripen, but she's still just a fledgling. He bought our eggs a few years apart and raised us himself so he could enter us in the racing competitions. Don't ask about the names, by the way, you do not want to get me started on that."

Apollo immediately made a mental note to ask about the names later. He knew that a typhoon was a large storm, but what did "Rafale" mean?

"Anyway, after I broke my wing, Ian and I agreed that I would start having eggs because I can't race anymore. Pass on the racing genes, propagate the species, get laid, etcetera. Typhoon was going to be the first sire because he a damn good flyer with a superb record in the minor races so far, but he's also a real arrogant guy which pisses me off. So I made a bet with him that I would mate with whoever won this year's regional tristate championships, since the winner would obviously be the best racer. Typhoon didn't have to take the bet, but he was so confident that he would win that he did. The bet doesn't really make sense if you think about it--Imperium had second best odds to win, and though I'm sure it'll be fun to mate with her, that wouldn't work for an egg. But anyway Typhoon crashed into Imperium, and some rookie no one had heard of managed to win the cup. Congratulations Apollo! So now we're going to mate. Ian will pay your owners the sire fees if you can put an egg in me, which is something I would very much like to get on with. Now please stop with your questions and stick your damn cock in me before I jump on you. You'll enjoy it."

"Alight, alright." Apollo finally did as she asked, and he did enjoy it. It was an unusual sensation of warmth and tightness around his penis that had just enough friction to feel right. Thrusting in and out and in and out caused a pleasurable sensation to build up his groin. "So this is what mating is like. Hmm..."

"I've seen shy and timid dragons who get embarrassed, I've seen bold and demanding dragons who eagerly bend me over, and I've even seen prudish dragons who refuse to have any sexual contact whatsoever," murmured Rafale, "but this is the first time I've seen a drake start to have sex with me then stop because he was curious and wanted to start a dialogue."

Without slowly down, Apollo responded. "I can't read minds! You can't just walk up to someone and lift your tail, assuming that they know exactly what you're trying to imply."

"Actually, you can _totally_just walk up to someone and lift your tail, because every adult dragon of every species knows what that implies. This really must be your first championship--there's always a massive amount of screwing that goes around between all the racers. Everyone's really fit and full of energy. It's practically tradition." Rafale adjusted her stance so that she was crouching on three legs, then she used her forepaw to reach down and start rubbing herself where Apollo was thrusting in and out.

Apollo guessed that it would be alright to ask questions as long as he kept thrusting, which was Rafale seemed to want from him. A primal part of his brain seemed to be in control of his body now, and his hips moved automatically without him thinking about it. "What are you doing?"

Rafale had closed her eyes again and was focusing on the sensations caused by the drake mounting her. "I'm touching myself, obviously."

"Oh yes! Obviously..." muttered Apollo sarcastically, "But why are you doing that?"

"Because it feels good... Do you not feel any pleasure from the fact that we're mating? You're acting as enthusiastic as any drake I've ever coupled with, so I'm assuming that at least some part of you is enjoying this."

"I guess so. It feels...nice?" Apollo had never felt anything quite like this. How was it possible that his penis just felt so good all of a sudden? "You're right--this does actually feel good! Weird, but nice." Apollo adjusted his forepaws so that he could clutch the dragoness closer to him as he thrust in and out; this action just seemed natural. He wanted to hold her.

Without any warning Rafale suddenly growled and moaned loudly. "Grr... Oh, ffuuudge... oh, oh, oh...I'm gonna cum. Nice work Apollo, you lasted one minute--long enough to satisfy a dragoness in heat."

"What?" asked Apollo, but the malachite dragoness tensed up and shuddered under him. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked, slowing down his thrusts.

"Ahh... No... It's my heat. Makes me horny as hell...and...ahhh...makes it really easy to get off. Oh, wow, wow, wow," hissed Rafale, her face scrawled up in what looked like pain. "Keep going. Just keep going. Please. Don't stop now I'm so damn close..."

Not knowing an alternative, Apollo just continued to thrust his hips forwards and back as Rafale appeared to experience a seizure. Her wings and tail just flailed and beat against the ground, and Apollo could even feel the muscles of her genital slit squeezing down on his erection with a rhythmic pattern. It was weird! He started counting each time she shuddered and her muscles contracted, but he lost count somewhere around twenty.

Rafale moaned in pleasure as she felt her orgasm wash over her. In the two and a half decades of her life she'd experienced pleasure many times, but whenever she was in heat the feeling was always so much more intense than otherwise. It also made her more susceptible to continued stimulation causing a second climax... "That was...that was good. No, don't stop yet! This doesn't work until you've cum too."

"Would this be a bad time for me to ask more questions?" asked Apollo, as he continued to thrust in and out at a steady pace. "What just happened to you? Is that normal for a mating? Am I doing this correctly?"

"Shh...no more questions. Don't think about it, just let it happen." Rafale could hear Apollo panting softly, and she guessed that he wouldn't be able to last long either. Not bad for a first attempt. She eagerly began leaning backwards, encouraging the inexperienced drake to thrust deeper and get more stimulation on the sensitive knot at the base of his phallus. He didn't know it yet, but that was the spot that would finally set him off.

Apollo found that it felt really good to thrust as deeply as he could. Every time he hilted himself, there was a bit of resistance as the slight bulge at the base of his phallus slipped in and out of Rafale's slit. The pleasure was undeniable now, and it seemed to be getting stronger and stronger until suddenly the drake felt like he couldn't take it anymore. "Ah! This is really...whoa..." he gasped.

"Eh...huh?" Rafale chirped in surprise when Apollo froze and abruptly yanked his penis all the way out of her. Her surprise was quickly replaced by irritation. "Grr... Apollo! What the hell?" Rafale growled, frustrated that Apollo had stopped. Nothing felt better than mating while she was in heat, and nothing felt more frustrating than when that pleasure and filling sensation was abruptly ended for no apparent reason. "If you've stopped to ask another question I shall be _most_displeased," she grumbled.

Apollo shook his head. Rafale's was glaring at him with an annoyed look, and he idly noticed that her eyes were dark hazel, not black as he'd initially assumed. It was a strange thing for him to suddenly notice. "Not a question! Well, a bit of a question. I...uh...it feels like I'm going to pee."

Rafale didn't know if she should laugh or groan. "That is...that's normal. You're not going to piss in me; I think that's physically impossible. Once you've had your first orgasm, trust me, I don't think you'll be so hesitant next time. Just keep going."

"If you say so..." Apollo pushed himself back in and resumed thrusting, and once again the sensation built up to unbearable levels. This time he kept going even as his groin started to feel oversensitive and muscles began to tense up. He pushed into Rafale's slit one last time, and then when he tried to pull out he found that he couldn't do it. It was like he'd somehow become stuck inside her. Then before he could even wonder why, pleasure exploded out of his groin. "What's happen...ahh..."

He was a racer born to fly, but this? This was the moment every drake lived for. Muscles in his underbelly began forcefully contracting as hard as they physically could, obeying a biological imperative that his conscious mind could not possibly deny. Apollo snapped his eyes shut at the sheer intensity of the moment--he clutched Rafale close and held on for dear life. Waves of pleasure seemed to blast through his body, all originating from his penis which was buried deep in a beautiful dragoness. His legs went rigid as he tensed up, and vaguely at the back of his mind he realized that he had spread his wings without thinking about it, but overwhelming pleasure was dominating his mental state for a brief moment that seemed to stretch on forever.

Gradually the pulses of pleasure seemed to slow down and ebb away until Apollo realized he was back in control of his body. His penis was no longer stuck inside Rafale; with some exertion of effort, he pulled out and discovered that the bulge at the base was partially swollen with blood. Then he glanced back up and made eye contact with Rafale--the malachite scaled dragoness was looking over her shoulder and watching him as basked in the afterglow. "Had fun?" she asked.

Apollo panted softly. "Wow...that felt incredible. Was that...was that was happened to you earlier? It felt so good..."

"Yeah, that's called an orgasm; it's nature's way of encouraging you to make eggs. And now that you knows what it feels like, you'll wonder why you haven't been doing this before," murmured Rafale.

"And your owner pays me to do this? Wow..."

"Yep. Life's not fair...but then again it's not like Ian's hurting for money. Come here, let's cuddle." Rafale walked towards a soft patch of grass and sat down on all fours, then she patted the grass beside her and Apollo got the hint. He trotted over and sat down next to her. The two dragons started licking and grooming each other--Rafale with an easy confidence, and Apollo with an awkward nervousness that showed he clearly had no idea what he was doing. "Be gentle...watch the teeth...yeah. That's good. Congratulations Apollo, you've now mated with a dragoness. I hope you liked it."

"I did, yeah. This was very interesting!" Apollo wasn't quite sure what had just happened, but it had certainly felt very nice. And Rafale was a racing champion! Besides the fact he was supposed to mate with her, he would have loved to spend some time getting to know her and hear about her stories from all her years spent racing.

Abruptly Rafale started to make a strange, rumbly noise from her chest, and Apollo wasn't sure if she had gotten upset. "Rrrrrrr..."

"Are you...are you alright? Did I do something wrong? Are you growling at me?"

"Rrrrr--" Rafale went quiet, cutting of the rumbling noise, then suddenly she burst into laughter. "Ahhahahahahaha! Mfff ahahahahaha!"

Apollo raised his neck to stare. "What? What's so funny?" he asked, but Rafale just responded by grabbing him and playfully wrapping her wings around him as she laughed.

"Hahahahah... You don't... This is adorable... You're a dragon raised by a human who doesn't even know about licking or...or...ahah...hehe...You don't even know... Hahe...ahem. No, I wasn't growling. I was purring. You've never heard of that before?"

"Isn't that something cats do?" Apollo asked. Back on the ranch there were several cats, and Jennifer had explained that these small creatures made a rumbling noise when they were happy. No one had even told him that as a dragon, he was supposed to do the same thing.

Rafale just laughed and started purring again. "Hehehe...Mmrrrrrrr..."

It was very pleasant to just sit there side by side, feeling her warmth and listening to the rumbling noise she was making. But after a few moments, Apollo's curiosity got the better of him again. "Wow, you're really Rafale--the Rafale," he murmured.

"Surprised?"

"Yes!" replied Apollo. "I mean--wow! You made it to the nationals, and almost won! The famous racing dragoness of the famous Ian Caedry! And you're just sitting here next to me? I'm just some nobody racer, but we just mated! Wow. I don't even know what to say."

Rafale let out another pleased sound on hearing Apollo's excited enthusiasm. "Hmmr! I do like you, Apollo, and you're not just some 'nobody racer'. You not only made it to the regional championship, but you took first place in your first ever serious competition. You're a good flyer; keep this up and you'll definitely make the nationals. It's nice that a rookie dragon from some small ranch won the championship. Not that your freighter ranch is small, technically speaking, but it's small compared to the huge ranches which Ian usually does business with."

Apollo felt a distinct surge of pride on hearing such a compliment from a more experienced racer, but then he wondered at the rest of what she'd said. "So what business does your owner have to do with my owner? Do they really need to discuss so much about us making an egg?"

"Ian's my owner, but he's also my pet," Rafale muttered. "But anyway, he doesn't just need to talk with your owners about us having an egg. Ian's was considering getting a direct contract with Jay's ranch for your grey-backed nettled gliders to fly freight on either the full trans-Atlantic route or a local interstate transfer. Everyone seems to think big dragons who can carry lots of cargo and passengers are the future, but Ian thinks that smaller dragons are more versatile when it comes to flight planning. Smaller as in relative to the superheavy flyers, not small compared to us. I mean, we're practically XXS in terms of dragon size--we can't carry anything."

"I can carry stuff! I have a saddle, and Jennifer flies on my back when she's free," Apollo said.

Rafale playfully nudged his side. "I know; I let Ian ride me. But one rider isn't much of a payload, and it's certainly not economical. Actually it's kind of unfair to think that racing dragons like us are so much more valued than freighter dragons, even though freighters are so much more useful at flying things around. It so nice to be part of the entertainment industry! Am I talking too much business? Never mind. Anyway, the end result is that your freighter dragons might start flying _inter_state routes for Ian's company, not just the boring _intra_state delivery stuff you guys are doing now. Not that it matters for you personally, although you might be spending more time at our central logistics mega-hub. We've got proper equipment to train racers there--you'll like it. I bet I could teach you a thing or two."

Apollo perked up at the idea of spending some more time with Rafale. "You could teach me? How to be a proper racer?" he asked excitedly.

"You're already a proper racer," Rafale replied. "But since I can't race anymore, I won't have much to do while I'm waiting to lay our egg. It'll be nice to have you as company." The dragoness leaned closer and resumed licking Apollo's scales and grooming him.

In response, the drake tried to imitate the pleased rumbling sound he'd heard her make earlier, but his voice caught in his throat and he coughed. "Rrrrr? Rrrrrrrrr...ak, erk--ahem..."

This made Rafale start snickering again. "Hehehehe. Was that a purr? Oh my. You've got the sexy body of a racer but you act so hilariously cute. I like you already," she murmured.

Apollo didn't know how to respond to that comment, so he didn't. "What will you do with the egg after you lay it?" he asked, changing the topic.

"Ian will probably find a nice human for it, someone who'll take good care of it and give it a home. The hatchling could grow up to be a racer like you or me, or just someone's companion. We'll see. But they'll be treated well--that is guaranteed."

Apollo nodded. "Alright, that makes sense. So now that we're done, shall we go find the humans?"

Rafale grinned lewdly. "Oh please. We're not done, not by a long shot." She leaned in close to him and whispered in his ear. "You're going to keep mating me and filling me with your seed until you've spent all you have. That might take a while, but your owner did say they would be back in an hour. Let them wait." Rafale reached down and grabbed Apollo's phallus again.

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