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Synopsis: After losing his first major race in a dramatic crash, Typhoon ends up covered in bandages and confined to bed-rest. But his boredom is interrupted when Gripen, a slightly younger racing dragon who is his close friend, gets overly curious. Life is a gamble, but the game is best played with two players.

This story is independent and can be read alone. (16,399 words)

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Typhoon stared blankly at the dreary, spectacularly uninteresting programme currently being shown on the television. The TV's remote control was lying on the bed next to him, but he couldn't be bothered to change the channel--he was already halfway into a comatose state, and the boring repetition of the TV show was lulling him the rest of the way into an afternoon nap.

The racing drake took a deep breath and let it out in a slow, rumbling groan. "Grrrahhhh..." One week of bedrest, followed by another week where he still wouldn't be allowed to fly--that was the reward he'd earned from his first competitive race. Victory should have been his, but instead another racer had collided into him mid-flight, and the resultant crash had left him grounded for two weeks.

Typhoon raised his paw and stared at it--instead of his own reddish brown scales, all he could see was white gauze. He wasn't in much physical pain, despite his chest and his forepaws being smothered with bandages. Nevertheless the doctors had insisted that he needed rest, and so here he was lying in bed, bored out of his mind.

What he wanted to do was to be up and out on his feet, or better yet, his wings. The sky outside the hotel room's window looked clear and perfect for flying--it was tempting him, but he couldn't fly while injured. He was far from home, in a different state where the dragon racing championship had been held--he wanted to be exploring the city, eating all sorts of food, and doing other touristy things--but all he could do was lie in bed and watch television.

As yet another annoying commercial started playing its whiny jingle, Typhoon finally mustered up the motivation to pick up the remote control and change the TV's channel. He surfed through the dozens and dozens of channels, but nothing grabbed his attention until he reached the hotel's default channel.

As flashy, cinematic shots of the hotel's recreational facilities crossed the screen, Typhoon wondered if a dragon like him would be allowed to visit the casino. The advertisement only showed humans in the casino, but anything was possible if you had enough money. And Typhoon's owner, Ian Caedry, definitely had enough money--being founder and CEO of Caedry Aerospace Group was no small job. Ian was rich enough to buy the whole hotel, and probably the whole city too, though he was also wise enough that Typhoon knew he wouldn't.

Ian Caedry actually owned three rainbow swiftwings--named Rafale, Typhoon, and Gripen, in order of descending age. Decades ago, Ian had bought their eggs several years apart and raised them himself, ostensibly because he liked the sport of dragon racing. But for the aviation tycoon, his yearly trips to the interstate dragon races were as close as he got to a vacation, and his dragons were as close as he got to a family.

But now Typhoon was all alone in the hotel suite, and his room. He was confined to bed and dying of boredom--the injured middle child of their weird family. Raising his paw, he tried to fiddle with his horns--or he would have, except that he couldn't because of the bandages wrapped around his paws.

Finally running out of interest entirely, Typhoon muted the television's audio. There simply wasn't much to do when you were forced to rest in bed. Television was boring, he'd already raided the fridge, and he couldn't even take a long relaxing bath because his bandages needed to be kept as dry as possible.

Although...there was one other thing he could do. It didn't require any equipment other than that which he always kept with him, and it would at least serve as a distraction. Typhoon slowly let his touch slide downwards, moving his bandaged paws down his body until he brushed against his genital slit.

In this task, it would be impossible to succeed--Typhoon had already tried several times before, but his bandaged paws and chest hindered movement too much. Try as he might, all his recent attempts at self-pleasure had been just pleasurable enough to be merely teasing instead of truly stimulating. He could make awkward rubbing motions with his paws, and he could stretch his snout forward to barely lick himself, but it was never for him to reach a climactic finish.

At least it would be a distraction from his boredom. Typhoon kicked away the blankets covering him, and he began using his bandaged paws to rub the side of his genital slit. Induced by his careful, focused touch, his body rapidly began preparing for sexual activity--his genital slit felt tingly and sensitive as erectile tissue quickly began to engorge with blood flow.

Within seconds, the twin tips of his penises pushed out of his genital slit as he started to grow erect. In this regard, Typhoon knew he was a rarity--only one in every ten rainbow swiftwings was biphallic, which literally meant he had two penises. His penises were laterally symmetrically (meaning that they were side by side, left and right) and looked almost identical to each other. It wasn't really that big of a deal--it was more of an anatomical variation rather than anything particularly special.

Typhoon stared at his underbelly for a few seconds, and then he grabbed his right penis and started rubbing it with his paws. Accordingly, that penis grew longer, thicker, and stiffer as it reached full erection. However, his other penis grew softer and less erect until it was barely protruding out of his genital slit at all.

Functionally, Typhoon knew that his two penises worked independently--each penis was correspondingly connected to only one of his testicles (which were internal to his underbelly, as was the case for all dragons of any species), and ejaculating through one wouldn't make the other also release semen. In fact, they sort of worked in inverse--touching one penis would usually make the other side grow less erect, so it wouldn't get in the way as he was mating.

It was evolutionary biology--a leftover remnant from his primal ancestors, back when wild dragons had flown free and competed with each other to fight for mates. Nowadays, rainbow swiftwings were just a domesticated species of dragon kept as pets and companions, and the only competitions they had were for racing trophies.

But that wasn't really important. An orgasm was an orgasm, regardless of which penis he got it from, so Typhoon kept on stroking. The gauze covering his paws felt soft, but it was extremely absorbent and immediately soaked away any of the pre-ejaculate which leaked from his penis tip or his genital slit. This made things rather uncomfortable, as Typhoon had to pleasure himself without any of the natural lubricant his body automatically tried to produce. He had to keep his strokes very, very light, which forced his pleasure to be meted out in slow, tingly but teasingly unsatisfying doses.

Over the next few minutes, Typhoon just kept gently stroking himself. It felt good, but it never really got any better. The bandages reduced his movement and limited his grip, and that meant his pleasure stalled well short of an orgasm.

After about fifteen minutes, Typhoon was feeling bored. To change things up, he rubbed his genital slit and switched from stroking his fully erect right penis to stroking his completely unerect left penis. For a few dozen seconds the pleasure felt warm and delightfully new, and soon his penises had reversed their states. Deprived of touch, his right penis softened and slipped back into his genital slit while his well stimulated left penis grew fully tumescent and rigid. But again the pleasure reached a certain level and then stopped--his bandaged paws lacked mobility and dexterity, and the gauze was overly absorbent and felt rough against his sensitive flesh.

Typhoon stopped rubbing and just stared at his own throbbing erection. Whereas his scales were reddish brown in colour (with some nice white stripes on his wings), his penises were a reddish fleshy colour--his erect penis was slightly darker in shade than its flaccid twin, as a result of all the blood which filled it and kept it enlarged.

The drake contemplated using his mouth--like with most dragons, his long flexible neck gave him another option besides just using his paws. Unfortunately, as Typhoon had discovered previously, the bandages covering his chest reduced his reach just enough where he could only barely lick the tip of his erection. Compared to engulfing his whole penis in the warm, wet environment of his own snout, a simple licking wasn't quite enough.

It hadn't been enough to push him into orgasm previously, but Typhoon was bored enough that he decided to give it another shot. But then right as he was stretching his head down towards his underbelly, a beeping noise made him pause.

It was the sound of the electronic lock on the hotel suite's main door being opened. Typhoon hurriedly snapped his head back and grabbed the blankets to cover himself. Since dragons didn't wear clothes he wasn't ashamed of his nudity, but an erection was blatantly sexual. And even though dragons weren't as stuck up about sexual morality and prudishness as humans, you still wouldn't just show off your genital slit or erection unless you were deliberately trying to invite someone to mate with you.

The Grandton Hotel was one of the rare hotels which catered to both humans and dragons, because of the reliable business they got from racers and spectators who travelled across the country every year for the annual dragon racing championships. Out of the many rooms in the hotel tower, this suite currently had four inhabitants--comprising of three racing dragons, and the aviation tycoon who owned them all. The suite was arranged as several separate bedrooms attached to a central living room.

Typhoon's room door wasn't even fully closed, and it certainly wasn't locked--he had been all alone in the whole suite, with Ian's bodyguards and supporting staff either following the businessman or waiting outside the suite. But now someone had returned.

Despite the blanket covering Typhoon's supine body, his erection still seemed obvious. Awkwardly he rolled onto his side so that his erect penis pointed sideways and wouldn't be noticeable. Just in time too; he heard the sound of steps as someone walked through the hotel suite's living room, and then the bedroom door swung open and another dragon stuck her head in--Gripen, the youngest of Ian Caedry's three racing dragons.

Typhoon tried to play it as casual as possible, to give no indication whatsoever of what he'd just been doing. "Gripen! Hi."

"Hi to you too, Typhoon." Gripen pushed the door open with her nose and trotted in. Just like Typhoon, she was a rainbow swiftwing--a relatively small species of dragon, not too much bigger than a human in size. But while Typhoon's scales were reddish brown with a few white stripes, Gripen had scales of a pale, custard yellow that lightened to white on her underside. Now that Typhoon was thinking about it, Gripen's colouration resembled a lemon meringue. He would have to remember that, in case he ever was in need of a good insult.

"I see you're back from the pool. Had a good swim?" Typhoon asked.

"Yeah. I was feeling really hot. I had to cool off." Gripen walked over to Typhoon's extra-large (dragon-size) bed and hopped on beside him. Leaning close, she peered at his bandages. "How are you feeling? Any better?"

"I'm not in any pain, which is nice. But I'm very bored just lying here all day watching TV. Ian's run off to do business, and Rafale went off to the spa with Apollo, so I've been left all on my lonesome here," Typhoon said.

A grin crossed Gripen's snout. "Poor you, all alone."

"Yes. Poor me!" Typhoon agreed. He nodded towards the television, which was muted but still playing advertisement for the hotel's various facilities. "I've watched every channel and it's all boring. Do you think they'll let me into the casino?"

Gripen turned at stared at the television. "The casino? You know you can't actually win. Statistically, the house must win to stay in business, so what's the point?"

"It's about imagining that you win? Or the fun of the gambling? I don't know. I've never been to a casino, but I was just thinking it might be interesting," Typhoon admitted.

"Don't waste your time." Gripen nudged Typhoon's shoulder. "Why are you lying on your side? Roll onto your back. This bandage on the side of your chest is coming loose."

"Is it?" Typhoon did as Gripen asked without thinking about it, which inadvertently caused his still very erect penis to create a tent in his blanket. "Uhh..."

For a moment, Gripen was only paying attention to Typhoon's upper body and she didn't notice his arousal. She deftly used her paws to reaffix the medical tape holding the bandages to his chest. "You don't want to mess up your bandages, so that your damaged scales all grow back nicely. There we go...and fixed. Everything else looks good." Gripen glanced down, and now there was no way she missed Typhoon's very obvious erection. "Oh, that looks good too. Hah!" Her grin got even wider. "Hahaha, is that your tail, or are you just happy to see me?"

Typhoon wasn't quite sure how to respond. "That is not my tail, but I'm also not happy to see you. Wait, no. I am happy to see you; I just meant that I'm not aroused to see you."

"Oh, why is that?" A dash of mischievousness mixed into Gripen's amused grin. "Are you saying I'm an ugly dragoness?"

"Yes, yes you are. Ugliest dragoness on earth. You'll be alone forever, because no sane drake would ever think you're attractive." Typhoon had just been joking, but Gripen's smile faded slightly. Playful, often insulting banter marked many of their conversations, but this time Typhoon wondered if his remark might have been too much.

"You really think so?" Gripen asked, glancing away from him.

Shaking his head, Typhoon hurried tried to take back his insult. "No, not really. Sorry, that was...that was just a joke. You're not ugly."

Gripen's mischievous smile was instantly back, and far too quickly for Typhoon's liking. She had apparently been faking any sadness. "Wow! Thanks, dumbass. Not that I need verbal affirmation from you. Your opinion is obvious based on that." The dragoness nodded her head towards Typhoon's erection, still covered by the blanket.

"That wasn't from you! That was already there before you came in," Typhoon replied. "I'm not attracted to you at all," he insisted.

"Nope, I don't believe you. You just admitted that I'm not ugly," Gripen said cheerfully.

"It doesn't...work like that!"

Gripen looked very amused. "Why not? Please explain."

Typhoon frowned as he tried to figure this out. "Because...because... Ok, you see--just because I admit someone is attractive doesn't mean I'm attracted to them. For example, if I see a drake who's really muscular and beefy, I can notice that he's attractive without being attracted to him. Or if I see a dragoness who's from a different species, I can admit she is an attractive specimen of that species without being personally attracted to her."

"Fair enough. But I'm not a male, and we're both from the same species. Presumably you are attracted to female rainbow swiftwings and would like to mate with them; and since I_am a female swiftwing _and you admitted that I'm not ugly, logically it follows that you are attracted to me," Gripen concluded.

"No! That's not... It's different with you. It's like you're my sister," Typhoon said.

Dragons didn't have eyebrows, but Gripen raised an eye ridge. "I'm you're sister?"

Typhoon awkwardly waved his bandaged paws as he tried to explain this concept. "I think so? Obviously I know our lineages aren't linked at all, so genetically we're not siblings, but we're sort of adopted siblings, right? Ian bought all our eggs and raised us as his racing dragons, which makes him sort of the father; then Rafale's the older sister since she hatched first, I'm the middle son, and you're the youngest sister."

Gripen looked thoughtful. "Well, I admit that makes some sense. But you are definitely watching too much television. Newsflash! We're three dragons and an aviation tycoon, not some...human nuclear family with two working parents, kids who go to school, and a modest house in the suburbs. I don't get it, Typhoon. Why are you so reluctant to just admit you're attracted to me?"

Typhoon shook his head. What he felt to Gripen was complex--admittedly he found her clever, funny, and cute, but he also felt a streak of protectiveness over her. "Gripen, why are you so...so...? Why are you acting like this? This isn't like you--all this adult talk about mating and being attracted to someone--you're just a fledgling."

That remark definitely hit a nerve. Gripen's smile instantly vanished, replaced by an annoyed scowl--there was no faking now, the dragoness was visibly irritated. "Oh, I'm just a fledgling?! Just your little baby sister, aren't I? And just because I'm younger and smaller than you, it means that you're right and I'm wrong? Well guess what--that time ended, a long time ago." Gripen straightened herself out and lay down on the bed next to him, stretching out her neck and tail. "See? Look! I'm not smaller than you anymore. We're the same size."

Typhoon snorted. He glanced over Gripen, comparing their two bodies. Admittedly Gripen was almost the same size as him, but he was clearly more muscular than her--this wasn't the result of sexual dimorphism, because neither male nor female rainbow swiftwings were generally larger than the other gender. The fact that he was muscular and fit whereas Gripen was slender and skinny was simply because he had a daily routine of practicing his flying whereas she didn't treat race flying seriously. "Ok, we're the same size. So?" Typhoon said.

Gripen rolled her eyes. "So we're both adults, and I'm not just some fledgling. You don't need to treat me like your defenceless little baby hatchling sister. We're not siblings. We're...we are what we are."

"Maybe you're not smaller than me anymore, but you are still younger, and you always will be," Typhoon told her. "Four years younger, Gripen."

Gripen made an annoyed noise and shuffled her wings on her back. "Hmf! Three years! It's not four years if you do the math. You were a December hatch and I was January so it's more like three years plus one month, not four years. It doesn't matter anyway. I'm just as much of an adult as you are. Just admit you find me attractive--I know you do."

Typhoon said nothing. He just stared at Gripen.

"Fine. Be that way. Why don't we just settle this by putting it to the test?" Gripen sat back on her haunches and used her paw to point to Typhoon's blanket-covered underbelly. The drake's erection was half gone--though it wasn't as fully stiff as before, his partial erection was still enough to be visibly tenting the blanket. "Your _penis_is about as sexual as it can get, right? That's a pretty clear indicator of whether you are aroused, and therefore feeling sexual attraction." Gripen pointed instead to the digital clock on the bedside table. "The time is 14:29! If you're not attracted to me, then there's no reason for you to stay aroused, and your erection should go away soon, correct?"

"I...suppose that's logical," Typhoon agreed. He wasn't sure where this was going, and he wasn't sure how to react. Gripen had always been curiously playful and independent, but this was entirely new behaviour for her.

"Alright then. Let's see about that," Gripen muttered. She snuggled against him and let one of her forepaws rest on his chest, and then she absolutely went to town. Typhoon had his neck and snout assaulted with a constant bombardment of licks and gentle kisses--dragons often used their tongues to lick their scales clean, but this wasn't really that. This was something else, and a shudder ran down his back.

"Gripen? What...are you...?" Typhoon murmured, but he couldn't muster the determination to tell her to stop. Gripen's body felt warm as she pressed against his side, and instinctively he just wanted to hold her close. They'd cuddled many times before, but this was not that--this felt more sensual and intimate. Gripen was so close that he could smell her; that scent was familiar but strangely alluring.

"Hmm, yes. Close your eyes. Just relax and focus on what you're feeling," Gripen whispered into his ear, before gently licking the side of his snout again. Typhoon snapped his eyes open--when had he closed them?--just in time to see Gripen break out into another mischievous grin. "Or open them, and pay all the more attention to me."

"I...what?" Typhoon tried to say. Much to his relief and disappointment, Gripen finally stopped her licking.

The yellow-scaled dragoness pointed her paw back at the bedside table and the clock on top of it. "14:30. One minute. And the results are... Drumroll please..." She lightly tapped her forepaws against Typhoon's chest, pretending to be playing a drum, and then she pointed both paws to his underbelly.

Typhoon already knew what he would see. He was aroused--very aroused. Both his penises had shot up to full erection, pointing upwards and stiffening in the hope of even more intimate contact. The outline of his two erections was clearly visible underneath the blanket, and a small dot of wetness marked the very tip of both reproductive organs, where his pre-ejaculate was wetting the thin blanket. Typhoon sighed. "Alright, fine! If you want me to say it, I'll say it. Gripen, you are clever, and funny, and witty, and I suppose you're attractive too. Is it a crime for me to find you attractive?"

"Of course not. I was just... I...I find you attractive too, I suppose?" Now it was Gripen's turn to stop and look unsure. Was she teasing? Fishing for a compliment? Or perhaps even flirting? Apparently neither of the two dragons knew. Gripen seemed to fold away, and she self-consciously shook her head, as if she was only just realizing how intimately she'd been interacting with Typhoon. "I don't know. I saw your penis and I guess that made me think about...uh...mating? Or _penises,_plural, I suppose. Looks like both are hard."

No question about that. Typhoon's two penises were fully erect--stimulating either one would have made the other retreat, but until then they both remained ready for action. "That's your fault, so I hope you're happy."

A hint of Gripen's mischievous smile returned. "Yeah, I am! Think about it--after all that kissing and cuddling I did to you, it would have been pretty humiliating for me if you'd still ended up completely soft."

"What was all that, even? Where'd all that come from?" Typhoon demanded.

"I don't know. Ok, I do know, but it's not important right now." Gripen gestured to Typhoon's underbelly, but she avoided touching him even through the blanket. "I suppose you're going to handle that problem once I'm gone?" she asked, making a stroking motion with her loosely clenched paw.

"No, I'm not because of..." Typhoon held up his two bandaged forepaws. "With these bandages, I can't really handle things right now."

Gripen nodded her head sympathetically. "Oh, I see. Poor you! So you've been pent up ever since the crash? One week since you've gotten to cum?"

Typhoon shook his head. It felt so strange, talking frankly with Gripen about such sexual matters, but she had been correct when she said she wasn't a fledgling. They were both adults and close friends--discussing adult things wasn't really wrong. "Five days, actually. The last time was when Rafale helped me out, five days ago."

Gripen suddenly looked faintly annoyed and almost...jealous? "Rafale?! You've mated with her?"

"No, not properly. I haven't mated with anyone," Typhoon admitted. "Rafale just gave me a handjob--or pawjob, I suppose--after she and Apollo were done mating each other."

"Hm. She did? Did you enjoy it? Actually, don't answer that. Uh..." Gripen's tail flicked from side to side, tapping against the side of the mattress. She stared at Typhoon's erections, still covered up by the blanket, and then she snorted and shook her head. Moving away from the drake, Gripen hopped off the bed and stood up. "I'm not thinking straight. I'm going to go fly and get some fresh air--maybe I'll check out the nearby shopping mall or something. Do you need anything?"

Just like that, the conversation switched from sexual to a casual discussion. "No, not really. Maybe a laptop so I can surf the internet while I'm resting in bed? I've been borrowing one of Ian's work laptops, but he said I can get my own," Typhoon replied.

Gripen nodded. "Laptop, sure. Alright then, I'll just...see you later, Typhoon. See you later." She glanced towards Typhoon's erections one last time, then the yellow-scaled dragoness ran away, as if suddenly embarrassed to be in the same room as him.

"Uh, bye," Typhoon called after her. Left all alone again, he found himself wondering what on earth had just happened between him and Gripen--this was unprecedented compared to all their previous interactions. Back when they'd been younger, the two of them played together, flown together, and argued together with each other. All as if they were siblings as part of a family, but now things were different. Certainly Gripen seemed to view him differently, and Typhoon guessed that he was also supposed to see her differently, but he had no idea what the correct mindset was.

Suddenly Gripen scampered back into the room. Before Typhoon could say anything, Gripen ran up beside him and kissed him--and she did it properly too, not just licking the side of his snout like earlier. This time it was her snout pressed directly against his, with her tongue darting out and brushing against his. Another shudder ran down his back, but then the moment ended all too quickly.

Gripen pulled back, and the two dragons just stared at each other. Typhoon felt like his breath had been snatched away--a deep part of him wanted to lean forward and continue their kiss, but instead they both just stared. Without saying anything, Gripen sprinted out of Typhoon's bedroom again. Seconds later, he heard the suite's main door swing open before slamming shut--the doors in this hotel had oversized push bars instead of doorknobs or handles, so that dragons could push them open even without human-levels of dexterity.

Typhoon stayed frozen for another minute, then he raised a paw and wiped his snout. Idly he realized he know knew exactly how the inside of Gripen's mouth tasted, and he sort of liked it.

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After some time spent trying to figure out his emotions, Typhoon gave up and just tried to nap. Yet when he shut his eyes, he couldn't stop thinking back to Gripen. Technically she'd been right when she'd said that she was an adult now, and Typhoon knew the same was true of him--they were still young, but they both weren't children anymore.

Some indeterminate period of time later, Typhoon had finally drifted off into his nap, only to suddenly be woken up by the beep of the hotel suite's electronic lock.

Gripen trotted into Typhoon's bedroom, with head held high; in her mouth she was carrying several large shopping bags. The yellow-scaled dragoness dropped her bags onto the floor beside Typhoon's bed. "I'm back. Did you miss me?"

"Uh..." Typhoon was fully awake in an instant, but an appropriate response eluded him. Previously he would have sarcastically retorted that he hadn't even noticed she was gone, but now such a comment seemed almost childish. "Hi..." was what he eventually managed to say.

"Alright, here we go. I bought some souvenirs, some food, and also this." Gripen reached into one of her shopping bags and pulled out a flat cardboard box. She used her claws to slice away the adhesive tape sealing the box, and then also the bubble wrap that was contained within, before turning it to Typhoon so he could see its contents. Nestled inside the box was a large rectangle of metal and plastic--a laptop.

"Oh, thank you!" Typhoon took the laptop and stared at it. It was...a laptop, plain and simple. The keys seemed big enough even for his paws, which were less dextrous than human fingers, especially because of the bandages. "This should help with the boredom. Thanks, Gripen."

"No problem." Gripen nodded towards the television, which was still silently playing advertisements for the hotel's casino. "Now you won't just have to lie around watching television all day--you can lie around and surf the web all day."

"Living the dream, through the miracle of technology," Typhoon agreed. He put the laptop on the bedside table and fiddled with the charging cable.

Gripen helped him plug the cable into the laptop, then the wall socket. "The saleswoman looked so surprised when I walked into their store. I had to explain it to her _three_times before she believed that I was looking to buy a laptop. She kept asking if I was lost and was looking for my owner--as if I was some stray dog."

"How rude."

"Exactly!" Gripen tapped a small flat rectangle of plastic which was tied around her neck with a lanyard--it was one of Ian's credit cards, which he had given to her. "And when I tried to pay for the laptop, that saleswoman though I had stolen this card. Ha! What a joke. She only relented when I threatened to just buy the laptop from another store."

Typhoon winced sympathetically. "That's pretty normal behaviour for most humans. Ian's the exception--he understands that dragons are people, just as much as humans are."

"That's not right! It shouldn't be like that, with most humans looking down on us as their slaves or pets. One day that'll change," Gripen murmured. She hopped onto the bed and sat down next to Typhoon.

"Talking like that, you sound like Ian with all his lofty ambitions," Typhoon commented.

"That's...that's a good thing!" Gripen said, nodding her head intently. "The future will come sooner or later. Dragons will be entitled to just as many rights as humans--not just as cargo freighters and racers who fly as entertainment, but as true equals."

"Actually, you're going even further than Ian," Typhoon decided. "Ian just talked about a future where dragons and humans worked together in harmony. He never said anything being equals, as if a dragon could be as good a salesperson as a human, or as if a human could fly cargo like a dragon."

"It's not...literally about having everything equal--it's just about having equal opportunities and rights," Gripen explained. She suddenly had a passionate, inspired look in her eyes. "One day, I firmly believe a dragon will be able to get a job as a salesperson, if that's what she wants to do. Things will change! There'll be shops and banks for dragons too, not just for humans."

Typhoon smiled at Gripen's enthusiasm, but he shook his head. "That'll never happen. Both humans and dragons are too closeminded. Having everything stay the same is just more...what's the word for it? Comfortable. Your better world isn't happening."

Gripen playfully jabbed Typhoon's side with her tail. "It will! It'll happen! How are you so jaded already? You have to believe in change! In the future, we'll be able to...to vote! There will be dragon bankers, and teachers, and elected state officials, and dragon CEOs!"

"Hahaha!" Typhoon burst out in chuckles. Gripen poked him with her tail again, which just made him laugh harder. "Hahaha. Hey, stop that--it tickles! Come on, Gripen! It's a nice dream, but it won't happen. It's not realistic."

Gripen growled softly, but her tail tip was playfully flicking from side to side. "Grrr... Just you wait! One day I'll...I'll be a CEO!"

"Suuuure you will. That's totally an easy, attainable goal. Go for it--just ask Ian to teach you everything he knows about the aviation industry, business, and corporate politics. So easy," Typhoon said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he smiled at Gripen. "See now; unlike you, I keep my goals realistic. I just want to win a racing championship and get a big trophy--and then I'll know happiness. But you? You want to change the world."

"Precisely so! Sometimes you need to aim for greater things!" Gripen slapped her paw down on the bed dramatically. "One day you'll open a newspaper, and my picture will be there. Front page news--the first dragon CEO! All of Caedry Aerospace Group will report to me! Yeah."

"There's a much easier way to get in the newspaper. Just win a race and you'll get your picture in the sports section." Still grinning, Typhoon raised his bandaged paws. "Alternatively, crash in a spectacular and unexpected fashion. Check it out--I've already beat you in getting into a newspaper."

Both dragons laughed at that. "Haha! Yeah, you totally suck!" Gripen agreed. "Poor you. Crashed so hard that you ended up abrading the scales on your chest and paws. Heh. Speaking of that, I did buy you something else..."

"Oh?" Typhoon prompted.

Gripen slid over to the edge of the bed and reached into another one of the shopping bags. "Earlier you... you said that you were having trouble with...um...handling things? How do I put this--well, you know, they sell things to help with that too."

All of a sudden Typhoon felt self-conscious, lying on his back. "Wait, you mean...?"

"Yeah, don't judge me. But I just thought that if your bandages prevented you from touching yourself normally, you might...want some alternatives to that." Gripen shuffled her wings nervously, then she took something from the shopping bags and handed it to Typhoon. "Here, if you want..."

"Whoa. Is this what I think it is?" Turning it over with his bandaged paws, Typhoon looked at what she'd passed to him--it was a black cylinder made from what appeared to be rigid plastic, still wrapped up in its packaging box. "Multipurpose Dragon Semen Collector/Masturbator," he said, reading off the label. Something about that made him laugh amusedly. "Hahah, seriously? Hehe. Does it...does it work?"

Gripen grinned, and she laughed as well. "Hmh. How would I know? In case you didn't realize, I don't produce semen and therefore can't test it out myself. The guy at the store did assure me that this was a popular design."

"The store? Where did you even get something like this? An animal supply shop? This looks like something a farm or ranch would use for their breeding programs," Typhoon said.

"No, no. We're in a city--I don't think there are farm supply shops here. I bought that from a sex shop," Gripen replied, which surprised Typhoon.

"You went to a sex shop? What was...what was it like?"

Gripen flicked her wings in a shrug. "At first I was really nervous about people judging me for going in, but the store owner was very nice and understanding. He didn't seem to even care that I was a dragon, as long as I was a customer. Apparently a lot of humans buy this thing for their pet or transport dragons so they don't spend so much time searching for mates? I don't know if it's true, but that's what he said. Here, let me get that." Gripen took back the box and used her claws to cut open the packaging, before handing it back to Typhoon. "This thing should be compatible with any dragon within a certain range of...length and girth. And based on what I saw earlier, I think you should fit."

Typhoon stared at the device. He had heard about such things before, but he'd never thought about using one for himself. The semen collector was a cylindrical tube made from black plastic, with caps covering both ends. Unscrewing the larger end, Typhoon got a look at the inside of the device--whereas the outer casing was hard plastic, the inside was hollow and made from some sort of soft, squishy, semi-translucent material. "Cool."

"So... you, uh..." Gripen made awkward gestures towards Typhoon's blanket-covered underbelly. "Are you going to try it out?"

It had been five days since Typhoon had gotten any form of sexual relief, and he was admittedly feeling rather pent up. "Sure. I'll let the laptop charge for a bit, and I'll see how this thing works in the meantime." Still holding the semen collector in one paw, he grabbed the blanket covering his lower half, and then paused. "Uh, Gripen?"

"Yeah?" Gripen had made no move whatsoever to leave. In fact, the dragoness appeared to be watching him with a wide-eyed, curious look.

Typhoon had never been the most self-conscious or easily embarrassed, but he wasn't sure that extended into exhibitionism. "Are you just going to...sit there and watch?"

"Oh, alright, since you asked." Gripen headed to the door--but then instead of leaving, she simply shut the door and jumped back onto the bed. There had apparently been a miscommunication--Gripen misinterpreted Typhoon's request for privacy as a request for participation--and the drake promptly realized this when Gripen grabbed the blanket in her jaws and snatched it off his body, tossing it to the floor.

"I...uh... Gri--Gripen...?" Typhoon stammered, as Gripen stared peering at his now fully-exposed, vulnerable, underbelly.

"Ok! This is exciting. How do we do this? First let's see what you've got down here." Gripen began poking and prodding at Typhoon's genital slit. She didn't seem at all experienced or knowledgeable with such an activity, but her paws were warm and her touch was gentle.

Shocked excitement paralyzed Typhoon--his emotions were all in a jumble. He had no idea what to say or do, but his body reacted automatically. His heart began pounding in his chest, and his whole genital slit felt tingly. Within seconds he started to grow erect, with both his penises pushing out of his slit and quickly rising to full size and stiffness.

Gripen said nothing as well. Her paws were still touching the side of Typhoon's slit, but she didn't move to actually touch his penises. Even without any direct contact, his several days of abstinence meant that he was soon at full hardness. Gripen's gaze darted from Typhoon's genitals to his face, and she broke out into a grin. Slowly she raised her paw and tapped the tip of his right erection, and then his left. "One and two! Now that's a sight."

"Thanks, I think?" Typhoon replied.

Gripen giggled playfully, and Typhoon found himself laughing along with her. The dragoness took the semen collector and held it in her paws. "Hehe. Alright, so now you're hard. Both your penises are independent, right? Like out of the pair, only one of them cums at once."

Typhoon nodded. "Yes..."

"That's what I thought," Gripen agreed. "I did a little bit of research on biphallic swiftwings, ever since I found out you had two. Remember that time a few years back? I walked in on you while you were showering, and you had both of them out."

"Arrgh. Yes, I remember! That was such an embarrassing moment. You never brought it up again, so I...I thought you didn't notice," Typhoon said.

Gripen shook her head. "I noticed--I definitely noticed. That wasn't even the first time. Although...I've never gotten to see you like this." The dragoness used her paw to hold Typhoon's left penis. She squeezed it, felt it, moved it about, and even compared it directly against its twin. "Oo, boy. That makes me feel...hmm..."

"Finish your sentence. How exactly are you feeling?" Typhoon asked, because he was still working through his own emotions. He was definitely aroused, but beyond that he felt equally split between eager excitement and terrified anxiety.

From her response, Gripen seemed to feel the same way. "What am I feeling? Hmm, tough question. I'm curious to finally touch a drake's penis? Also feeling a bit awkward since I hope I don't mess this up, and definitely nervous. Really horny, too." Her eyes met his again, and Typhoon couldn't look away. "Can I...tell you something?" Gripen asked.

"Yes?"

Gripen shuddered, and suddenly she looked just as nervous as Typhoon felt. "I'm...in heat. I suppose you already know Rafale's in heat since she's trying to make an egg with Apollo, but...I'm in heat too. When you get dragonesses living together, the pheromones sometimes sync up their heat cycles."

"Oh. Oohhh! You're in heat! Of course!" Typhoon exclaimed. Gripen's sudden admission about her natural fertility made her behaviour much more understandable to him. "So that's why you've been acting so weird, asking about mating and whether I find you attractive and all that. It's just because you're in heat. Your heat must be really bad, right? I mean, you kissed me."

Gripen nodded, then shook her head. "Yes? No! Not like that. I didn't just... Being in heat makes me horny, but it doesn't make me crazy! This isn't my first heat cycle--it isn't even my second. I know how to deal with my heat cycles, but this is different. This is...well, I don't know what this is. I've wanted to kiss you for so long, but I never dared to do it until today. Kissing you was really fun, though."

Despite all his uncertainty, on this Typhoon can wholeheartedly agree. "It was."

"You know what? I'm too horny to figure out my emotions right now--save it for later. First let's have some fun." Gripen turned her attention back to Typhoon's underbelly, and his still very much erect penises. She held the semen collector over his two erections, moving from one to the other. "We need to do both, right?"

"Uh, technically we don't need to do anything," Typhoon replied, which made Gripen snort and roll her eyes.

"Pffft. Smartass. What I meant was--your penises cum independently, right? Like one testicle connects to one penis, so to drain all your arousal we'll have to make you cum twice."

"Sort of? It's one testicle to one penis, but I think the prostate and seminal glands are shared?" Typhoon replied.

Gripen rolled her eyes again. "This is a simple question, don't make it difficult. Do you want me to stroke you off once, or twice? Ah, screw it. We'll just do it twice. That'll be twice the fun, right?"

"Right..." Typhoon murmured.

"Ok, here we go." Gripen lined up the semen collector with Typhoon's left erection, and then she pushed down...which didn't really work. The tip of his penis bumped against the opening of the semen collector, but it didn't go in. Gripen tried pushing down even harder, forcing Typhoon's penis into the collector, but the uncomfortable friction made him wince, and his erection softened slightly as she literally pushed blood out of his penis.

"Ah... Be gentle with that!" Typhoon gasped.

"Sorry. Sorry. Is this not the correct way to do this? Hmm." Gripen lifted the semen collector off his length--only the very tip of erection had even been penetrating it. She turned the collector around and stared into the penetrable sex toy. "Are you too big for it? Is that the issue?" Curling her tail forward, Gripen tried inserting her appendage, and then she immediately realized her mistake. "Oh wait, I messed this up. Hehe, I've got a vagina--I should definitely have realized that things need to be wet."

Hearing Gripen talk about such risqué things made Typhoon feel a surge of embarrassment, but also arousal. Before he could say anything, Gripen pressed on. She tapped the tip of his penis again, where a bead of his pre-ejaculate was slowly leaking out--that clear, slick bodily fluid was also coming from his genital slit, where both his erections originated from. After wetting her paw, she began smearing Typhoon's slick pre-ejaculate all along the smooth, slightly curving length of his left erection. Unlike the tight confines of the semen collector, her paws had a much lighter touch--each of her strokes coaxed out another tiny drop of pre-ejaculate, which she then used to lubricate his erection. "That feels nice," Typhoon told her.

Gripen was watching closely as she attended to Typhoon's erection. "That's good. I read in a magazine that...that most drakes can produce enough precum to act as lubricant, in case the female isn't...um...wet enough on her own."

From his solo experiences, Typhoon knew this was true. It was a simple but logical reflex--dry friction on his penises made them produce pre-ejaculate in response, so as to make a mating more comfortable. "It's probably true. When I jerk off I have to go really slow and gentle until my cock is wet enough, then I can go faster. Oo, that feels so nice... Wait, what did you mean by magazine? Are humans the same way in their mating practices? Or is there actually a magazine dedicated to dragon sex?"

"Well, the magazine isn't entirely dedicated to dragon sex," Gripen said. "There are also parts about how to take care of your scales, and how to fly better and things like that. Why are you so surprised?"

"I just...assumed there wouldn't be enough people who would read such a magazine," Typhoon replied. "I know that Caedry Aero has lots of freighter dragons, but still..."

"There are way more dragons in this country than just freighters. Especially in the last few years, lots of human households now keep dragons as pets and transports--you should really keep up to date on current affairs. Oh, look at that--your other one is going droopy." Gripen had been rubbing Typhoon's pre-ejaculate all over his left penis, and it was now thoroughly lubricated. However, this attention had also triggered another reflex--his other penis had started to lose its own erection, getting out of the way so it wouldn't interfere with any attempts to mate using his left erection.

Gripen's paw was still wet and slick--she grabbed Typhoon's softening right penis and started stroking it instead. The changed stimulation sent fresh tingles of pleasure through his underbelly, and his right penis quickly reversed course to grow back to full erection--but of course this also triggered the inverse reflex, and his left penis slowly started to soften. "I can't rub one side for too long, or the other starts to get soft," Gripen concluded.

Typhoon nodded his head. "Usually I only rub one at a time."

"One at a time? Not if I have anything to say about it." Gripen suddenly released her grip and reached into the same shopping bag she'd taken the semen collector from. She took out another box, much smaller than before, and deftly opened it with her claws.

"Uh... Gripen, what's that?" Typhoon asked.

"Cock rings. Haha, they're rings...that...go around your cock. Or cocks. Haha." The dragoness raised her paw to show her what she was holding--true to her word, she had a pair of rounded, semi-translucent rings made from what looked like silicone or rubber. "From my research about biphallic swiftwings, I think this is the easiest way to make sure you stay hard in both sides."

As before, Typhoon wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. "Research? You mean like encyclopaedia research? Or pornography research?"

"Both, of course," Gripen said. "I'm a bit embarrassed to admit how much time I've spent fantasizing about this. You know how people say you shouldn't go grocery shopping when you're hungry? It's like that--you shouldn't go shopping for sex toys while in heat. Oh well." She grabbed Typhoon's left penis in one paw and used her other paw to put the cock ring on him.

"That's interesting," Typhoon muttered. Despite the natural lubrication coating his penis, the cock ring felt stretchy and tight as Gripen rolled it down his length. It took a few tries for her to get the ring over the slight bulge at the base of his penis--his uninflated knot, which would swell up at the point of orgasm. Once Gripen was done with Typhoon's left penis, she switched to his right penis and put a second cock ring around the base of that one too. Sitting right behind his knots but in front of his genital slit, the two cock rings felt like they was constricting his penises and forcing blood to remain in his erections. Once they were on, they weren't uncomfortable or even too noticeable, although their effectiveness remained to be seen. "I wonder if that'll actually work," Typhoon said.

"Should be easy enough to find out." Gripen picked up the semen collector again and aligned it with Typhoon's right penis. After a brief hesitation, she slowly tried pushing it down over his length again, and this time things went much smoother. Now that his pre-ejaculate was serving as lubrication, there was far less friction and far more stimulation. The inside of the semen collector felt like it was filled with bumps and soft ridges which surrounded his penis and rubbed it from all sides.

And it kept going--Typhoon felt that soft sensation completely envelop his whole erection as Gripen slid the collector down. It was unlike using his paw or even his tongue, and it felt much better in a way he hadn't even expected it would. When the collector reached the base of his penis, there was a slightly bump as his uninflated knot smoothly slipped into the device, accompanied by a faint squelching noise.

"Does that feel good?" Gripen asked, and Typhoon nodded his head in response.

"Very good..." Just that sensation of his penis being completely surrounded felt surprisingly pleasurable. But before Typhoon could savour the pleasure for long, Gripen slowly began pulling the collector off his length. She pulled back until only the very tip of his penis was still penetrating the semen collector, and then she reversed her motion and slid it back down his length again. At first her motions were slow, but when Typhoon made no complaint, she gradually began speeding up. The pleasure was intense and undeniable--after five days spent without any sexual release, his body was clearly aching for a climax.

Yet unlike almost all his previous times masturbating, Typhoon realized that the cock rings were doing their job. Gripen was using the semen collector to vigorously stroke his right penis, which felt like it was about to explode with pleasure--but despite the heavy stimulation, his left penis was still almost fully erect. The rings at the base of his erections were restricting blood flow enough to keep him erect, overriding the natural reflex which would have normally caused his unstimulated penis to become flaccid.

Gripen noticed it too. "It looks like you're still hard in both penises. Hmm." She gave a few more strokes to his right penis, then abruptly she lifted the semen collector off his length and switched it to his left penis, stimulating that one instead.

"Oh!" Typhoon let out a surprised, pleasured moan as the stimulation caused a similar but distinct set of nerve endings to fire. His pleasure had been slowly climbing up towards an orgasm, but switching sides meant he could once again savour that intense build-up. "Yeah, that feels sooo good..."

"You look really hot right now," Gripen said. For a few minutes she kept going, repeatedly stroking Typhoon with the semen collector and occasionally switching erections. Soon Typhoon began breathing heavily, and he wasn't sure how long more he would last. Gripen watched him closely through it all--she never took her eyes off him, even as she kept rubbing him.

"I'm...getting close," Typhoon warned her, as his pleasure started to approach the point where it would overflow into an orgasm. He felt so aroused, more so than ever before.

Gripen made a few more strokes with the semen collector, and then she slowed down and pulled it off his erection. Typhoon's whole genital slit and even some of his underbelly was messy with his own pre-ejaculate, and Gripen sniffed at her paws. "That sounds like a positive review from you. I guess this thing works."

Typhoon nodded. "It works. It works very well. Definitely better than my paws--the inside feels just so...soft and rubby from everywhere."

Gripen grinned. "I don't think rubby is a word." Using her tail, she picked up the semen collector's packaging box, which was had fallen onto the floor. "By the way, there's another feature. You know how it's called the Multipurpose Dragon Semen Collector/Masturbator? It's multipurpose because it also works to...um..." She turned the collector around so that Typhoon could see the top, and pointed to the opening. "You see how there's this groove here? Right around the hole?"

"Yes?" Typhoon prompted.

"Yeah, well that groove is designed to fit...uh..." Still holding the collector in one paw, Gripen reached for the shopping bags again. When she raised her other paw, Typhoon saw that Gripen was holding a small, square, foil packet--a condom.

"Is that a...? Hmm, that's interesting," Typhoon said.

"Yeah I thought so too. Apparently this is designed to help you put on condoms. Not that I've ever tried myself. Supposedly condoms are hard to put on, especially for those dragon species with less dextrous paws." Gripen stared at the sealed condom packet. "Or, alternatively, for a rainbow swiftwing who crash lands in his first race and ends up with bandages all over his forepaws," she added with a sly grin.

Typhoon made a fake, whiny, high-pitched laugh. "Ha_ha_ha! Yes, I suck at racing! Sooo funny! World-class joke, Gripen! Hahahaha!" His fake laugh ended up sounding so absurdly silly that Gripen burst out into genuine laughter, which in turn also made Typhoon actually laugh.

"Ahahahaha...hehe...ok. Hehehaha. Ok, serious now. Serious face!" Gripen insisted, despite the wide grin crossing her snout.

Typhoon responded by making the least serious face possible--he stuck out his tongue and crossed his eyes, while waggling his ears. His ridiculous expression made Gripen laugh so hard that the semen collector almost slipped out of her grip. While still giggling, Gripen slipped the semen collector over Typhoon's right penis and left it there, letting his erection hold it in place.

"Hah... Ok. Hahah. Yes! Hilarious, you clown," Gripen said when she could finally control her mirthful laughter. She patted Typhoon's underbelly, right above his two erections. "One day when I'm CEO and queen of the world, you can be my court jester."

"Only if you pay me well." Typhoon reached out with a bandaged forepaw and took the semen collector's box, so he could read the packaging. "Wow. I didn't even know they made condoms for dragons, let alone special devices to help put them on."

"How do you not know anything? You really should watch less TV and read more." Gripen bounced the sealed condom packet in her paw. "Of course they make condoms for dragons. Why would they only make condoms for humans?"

Typhoon snorted. "They don't make condoms for dogs, do they?"

"Totally different. Dogs are too dumb to put on condoms before they hump each other. And besides, people just neuter dogs." Gripen tugged the semen collector off Typhoon's length and turned it around so it was facing upwards. She placed the condom over the collector's opening, though she hadn't taken off the foil pack yet. "I assume you know how condoms work in general, right? Like you've at least acquired that knowledge from all your TV watching."

"Condom goes over the male's cock, so that during sex the male's cum doesn't get into the female, thus preventing pregnancy?" Typhoon summarized.

"Correct! So if you just so happen to have a female dragon in heat who wants to mate with you, you'd need a condom. And this multipurpose sex toy thing can help you put the condom on, if your paws don't have the best dexterity." Gripen's tail flicked from left to right, but her gaze stay locked on Typhoon. "So...Typhoon...do you want to try it out?"

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Excited shock once again paralyzed Typhoon for a few seconds, before he finally got his mouth working. "Wait, I need some clarification. When you said try it out, did you mean only trying to put on a condom, or did you mean trying on the condom, and then also the mating with a female dragon in heat part?"

Gripen stared at him, then she raised an eye ridge incredulously. "Both, obviously. What's the point of putting on a condom if you don't have sex? Like, literally that is the function of a condom. Unless you are trying to say you don't want to have sex with me, in which case I'm sure there are better ways to break my heart."

Typhoon raised his paws consolingly. "Keep your heart intact--I was just checking! Can't assume things like that. But yes, I do want to try it out, if you're alright with that."

"Good, that's what I wanted to hear." Extending a single claw, Gripen carefully cut open the foil packet and took out the condom. She peered closely at it, and even tried sniffing the flat, rolled up sheath. "Interesting."

"Can I see?" Typhoon asked. Gripen passed the condom to him, and he also took a look at it. It smelled faintly of latex, but was otherwise uninteresting.

Taking the condom back, Gripen placed it into the semen collector. The condom's tip went facing into the collector and the rolled up portion was held by the grooves surrounding the collector's opening. It looked almost like there was a barrier blocking the hole of the collector, but Typhoon guessed that attempting penetration would cause the condom to unroll over his erection. Gripen turned the collector downwards, checking that the condom was held in place, then she lined it up over Typhoon's erections.

Despite the tight cock rings restricting blood flow, the prolonged lack of stimulation had caused both his erections to droop slightly. A short rub from Gripen's paw quickly restored both his penises to full rigidity. "You ready?" she asked him.

Typhoon nodded, and then Gripen moved the semen collector down over his left penis. It worked just as expected--as the tip of his penis pushed into the collector's depths, the condom was partially held by the opening and it began to unroll over his erection. Gripen slid the collector all the way down, then she pulled it entirely off to see the results. Typhoon's left penis was now wrapped up by mostly-transparent latex rubber, which fit snugly around his whole erection all the way down to his genital slit. The condom even had a bulb-shape near the base, surrounding his knot--this part was noticeably looser, presumably to accommodate for when his knot swelled.

"Ok! So that appears to work as expected--you are now wearing a condom." Gripen moved the semen collector over Typhoon's penis again, but then she stopped and put the collector down. "Wait, no. That's not what we wanted to do, right?"

Stepping forward, the yellow-scaled dragoness climbed over the drake's red-scaled body and positioned herself. Reaching her paw down, she grabbed his left penis and aligned it with her own genital slit, while also pushing aside his right penis so it wouldn't get in the way. Then slowly Gripen bent her hindlegs and lowered herself down, letting Typhoon's length push into her depths.

Typhoon was literally speechless--he didn't dare to say anything, for fear of spoiling the moment. His heart was pounding in his chest again, and he felt acutely aware of every smallest detail. Most noticeable was the sensation of his left penis gradually sliding into Gripen's vagina; it was vaguely similar to how the semen collector had felt, and yet so, so much better. Slick, squeezing friction all around, that was tight but not too tight. Typhoon let out a soft, involuntary moan. "Ohhh..."

Gripen lowered herself down until Typhoon was fully hilted inside her, with her genital slit touching his. "Hmm, ok. That's...that's filling," she murmured.

Typhoon nodded his head. Even with the both of them keeping still, the feeling was exquisitely intimate. Looking down, he could see his right penis bumping up against the scales of Gripen's underbelly, acting as a visual indicator for just how far its twin was buried inside Gripen. "That's so... That's great! You're so...wet and rubby, but warm too! Warm and amazing," Typhoon exclaimed.

Gripen grinned and laughed, and that one image was one that Typhoon knew he could never forget. Gripen was thin to the point of being skinny, with the outline of her ribcage faintly visible under the scales on her chest, yet to Typhoon she looked simply beautiful. Her face, her smile, her neck, her chest, her wings, her scales, her everything--everything that was Gripen, he found beautiful.

Now they were mating, and that was probably the most intimate experience they could share together. The two of them were linked at the hips and fulfilling a basic primal purpose--at that moment, nothing else in the world mattered.

Gripen was so close now that he could smell her. Her scent was familiar, and yet now there was another scent faintly layered over her normal smell--her heat pheromones added a musky, sharp odour and Typhoon wasn't quite sure how to describe it, but he found it alluring and arousing. There was absolutely no doubt about it now--Gripen was an adult dragoness, and her body was broadcasting that she was fertile and ready to make an egg. And as an adult drake, his own body was very ready to help her with that goal.

Neither of them said anything. There wasn't really anything else left to say--action spoke for itself. Gripen slowly started to move. She straightened her hindlegs to lift herself off Typhoon's hips until only the tip of his left erection was still penetrating inside her, and then she reversed course and lowered herself back down. Up and down, up and down, she soon started to get a hang of the rhythm.

"I like this! It's actually kinda tiring on my knees, but it feels great," Gripen said after a while. She changed her movement slightly, so that she wasn't really lifting herself up and down over Typhoon, but instead rocking forward and back.

Typhoon started to move as well, bucking his hips to thrust into her and accentuate their motions. It felt fantastic, and what he was doing felt like the more natural thing in the world. His erection went in and out of her, and always there was that deeply pleasurable feeling of flesh sliding against flesh. Every time he pulled out there was the imminent promise that he could push back in and once again feel that wonderful sensation of being enveloped in warmth.

"Aren't you supposed to be resting?" Gripen murmured playfully, but Typhoon didn't stop.

"I don't want to rest. Mating with you feels too good."

"Mm, hmm," Gripen agreed. But then after about a minute of steady thrusting, she accidentally lifted her hips too far upwards. Typhoon's erection slipped out of her slit, though it remained pointing upright along with its twin, which didn't have a condom. Reaching a paw down, Gripen grabbed his left penis to help get things aligned again, but then she paused for a moment. "Uh...I wonder if..." Instead of just holding one, she grabbed both of Typhoon's penises and held them together before trying to lower her hips down again.

"Are you...trying to do both?" Typhoon asked.

"Yep. Let me just try... Maybe if I take it really slow and try to relax?" Gripen kept moving about, trying to fit both of Typhoon's penises in at once, but despite any amount of pushing it simply didn't happen. "Oww. Ok... That didn't work. I'm not as stretchy as I thought. New plan--one penis, one hole."

Typhoon was slightly taken aback. "Seriously?"

Gripen paused for a second, then she chuckled. "Haha, not like that! My butthole is strictly for poop. Strictly. I meant something like this." Gripen lowered herself down and guided Typhoon's left erection into her vagina, then she took the semen collector and slid it over his right penis. This was slightly awkward because Typhoon's penises were side by side, whereas Gripen couldn't hold the semen collector right against her underbelly and beside her slit, as her hindlegs would get in the way.

Regardless, that minor setback didn't stop things. "Haaah... ahhh..." Typhoon let out another panting moan as Gripen started to move again, sliding up and down and stimulating both his erections at once. The doubled stimulation was incredibly intense, and so overwhelming that he couldn't even stand to thrust his hips anymore. He just had to keep still and try to avoid squirming as Gripen rode him hard and fast.

Gripen's forepaw was resting lightly on his chest, but that minor point of contact seemed extraordinarily intimate--Typhoon used his paws to hold her paw, but the bandages on his chest and paws prevented him from feeling her scales directly against his. In a similar manner, the condom formed a latex barrier directly between their genitals--that was its intended purpose, of course, but it must have dampened the sensation to some extent. Typhoon found himself wishing that he could feel what Gripen felt like without the condom, though of course that would be foolishly risky.

Apparently he wasn't the only one having such thoughts. "Hey, Typhoon? I've got a really bad idea. Are you going to cum soon?" Gripen asked. She was also breathing heavily, and had a pleasured smile on her face.

Typhoon wasn't actually sure about her question. The doubled up sensations of having both his penises forced to remain erect and endure stimulation made it hard to accurately guess how close he was to an orgasm, and from which side it would happen first. "Uh... uh... Soon but not too soon. Like within a few minutes, but not within a few seconds. I think."

"Ok good. Remember what you said earlier about gambling? Let's play a game." Gripen pulled the semen collector off Typhoon's right penis and dropped it on the bed. Then she lifted herself off Typhoon's left penis (which had a condom), swapped it for his right penis (which didn't), and sat back down again.

Typhoon's mouth formed an O and he gasped. Mating had felt good with a condom, but without was a clear upgrade. That feeling of raw, sensitive flesh sliding against sensitive flesh was amplified without a barrier between them. He could actually_feel_ Gripen. Her vagina was delightfully warm and perfectly snug as it wrapped around his penis, with her muscles clenching down and squeezing him in an unspeakably intimate way. That wet, slickness of her insides felt perfect against his erection--there was just enough wetness to be incredibly stimulating, but without being too wet and eliminating that sliding, rubbing friction.

The pleasure was insane. Typhoon groaned, and he used his paws to hold Gripen's hips as she rode him. What they were doing was crazy--it was also crazily good, but still crazy. "Ahhh... Grrahhh... Gripen! That's the wrong cock...I'm not wearing a condom on that one."

Gripen grinned, and there was a wild passion in her eyes. "Yeah I know. That's the point. Nggh, that feels amazing--it just hits all the right spots..."

"Oh... Oh, you should be careful, but ohh!" Typhoon groaned every time Gripen rolled her hips over him. His erections both felt like they were at absolute maximum--with blood trapped in them by the cock rings, and just from the sheer sensuality of his first proper mating. Yet the only stimulation his left penis received was from Gripen's paw, as she held it out of the way so it wouldn't bump against her underbelly. In stark comparison, his right penis received bliss--Typhoon could feel Gripen's muscles wrapping snugly around his delicate flesh with each thrust, unhindered by any sort of protection.

She didn't go easy on him--with every thrust Gripen pushed all the way down, sliding Typhoon's right penis deep into her genital slit. Despite the tight snugness of her muscles, there was only the slightest resistance as his uninflated knot slipped into her when every stroke reached maximum amplitude. It felt wonderful to be fully inside her, but too wonderful--with Gripen being the one supplying most of their motion, Typhoon felt like control over his pleasure had been surrendered away to her. Tingly warmth was building up deep inside his underbelly, in the base where his penises both reached his genital slit. Dancing on the edge of orgasm, Typhoon was terrified that he would accidentally slip over that edge--his knot would swell up, and then it would be all over in an instant.

"You're...you're in heat!" he exclaimed, trying to remind Gripen of her responsibilities.

Instead of caution, what he got was a mischievous smile from her. "Yep, and it feels good."

"But this is...this is so risky! If I cum inside you, you'll lay an egg!"

"Then don't cum inside me," Gripen replied. "Are you getting close already?"

Typhoon nodded. "Yes, I'm close. You need to...pull off and put a condom on both my cocks, or we're risking it." And yet despite that worry, it felt so good he just wanted to keep going for a few more strokes. Just a few more--just a bit more pleasure, a bit more satisfaction, and then they would switch to being responsible.

"Are you that_close? Really about to cum? Careful now, you don't want to make a mess inside me." Gripen leaned forwards so that her chest was touching Typhoon's. She gently licked the side of his snout, and whispered into his ear with a soft voice. "I am really aroused right now. Because you...feel..._amazing inside me."

Typhoon almost hit orgasm, right then and there. "Ahh, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!" he squeaked, hurriedly trying to use his bandaged paws to push Gripen off his erection. Gripen moved quickly and straightened her legs, immediately lifting herself off him as if she'd been expecting this.

"Heh. Isn't it fun to live dangerously?" she asked. Reaching down, she gave his penis a few quick strokes. "Look, your knot isn't even swollen yet."

Typhoon was panting from how close he'd been. "It was going to! I could feel it start to happen."

"Hmm." Gripen released Typhoon's erection and started rubbing her own genital slit with her paw, making small circles around her clitoris. "I was really close too...but I don't really want this to end just yet. Alright, let's do the safe one." Grabbing Typhoon's left penis, which was still fully rigid inside its condom, she sat back down and restarted her motions again.

The fresh pleasure made Typhoon curl his toes, but since his two penises worked independently, he wasn't as close to orgasm as before. "Yes, let's be safe. I want to cum inside you, but I don't want to cum inside you..."

Gripen laughed again. "The game isn't over yet--I'm having too much fun. Pick a number from one to ten."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

At this point, Typhoon felt like heavy arousal was clouding most of his judgement, but he couldn't see the harm in playing along. "Um, three?"

"Ok, three. Pick another number from one to ten," Gripen continued.

"Eight?"

"Thirty-eight! Let's go. Thirty-eight, thirty-seven, thirty-six..." Gripen started to count downwards, one for every time she humped Typhoon--up and down she moved, with the number decrementing for each full stroke.

At first Typhoon was slightly distracted by the numbers, though he couldn't fully ignore the feelings running through his body. But then as Gripen's count reached ten, he started to actually think about it--why was she even counting strokes? "Wait, what happens at zero?" he asked.

"What do you _think_happens at zero?" Gripen replied. "Seven, six, five, four, three, two, and...one." And then she lifted her hips off, and swapped back to Typhoon's right penis. With hardly a pause, she continued her humping, once again counting down. "Thirty-eight, thirty-seven, thirty-six, thirty-five..."

"Oh, I get it. I get the game." Typhoon laughed, shaking his head in amusement. Once again he was penetrating Gripen without a condom, yet she was in heat and this was risky. "I thought we were playing safe?"

"Seventeen, sixteen, fifteen... life would be nothing without risk, right? Thirteen, twelve..."

"Life would be something else entirely if we take that risk! We would literally be creating life! That is something I am absolutely not prepared for..."

"Three, two, one. Swap!" Gripen switched back to humping Typhoon's left penis. "Yep, I'm not prepared for parenthood either. So you'd better make sure you don't lose this game, alright?"

In a way, the odds were skewed. When they were mating with a condom Typhoon felt more relaxed and could just savour the pleasure as it flowed, whereas an unprotected mating made him feel nervous and worried about controlling his orgasm. But on the other hand, his mind couldn't entirely override his body. Sex with Gripen felt noticeably, physically better without that thin layer of artificial material getting in the way, and instinctively his body just wanted to release his semen inside her.

Even though Gripen kept changing which of his penises she was using, Typhoon's arousal built up much faster than it could drop down. The pleasure was at unsustainable levels, and he could feel a climax approaching inevitably from first one side, and then other. The only question was whether that would happen when Gripen was riding his left penis, or right--and whether he would be shooting into a condom, or just into her.

And then finally their game reached its conclusion, after only a few rounds. Gripen came first--the dragoness gasped, and then she made a sound that was half laugh and half moan. "Oh! Hah...ahhh... I'm going to... Shit, that feels so good!" It was one of the very, very rare occasions where Typhoon had heard Gripen swear, as orgasmic ecstasy seized control over her mind and body. One of Gripen's paws was still resting on his chest, while her other paw clutching the leading edge of his wing, and her eyes screwed shut in a blissful grimace. Her hips slammed down, hilting Typhoon's erection all the way as deep as it could go. He could feel her muscles rhythmically squeezing on his penis, especially right behind his knot as her body instinctively tried to coax her mate into releasing his semen.

As much as it went against every instinct in his body, Typhoon tried for a brief instant to hold back. He resisted for just the split-second it took for him to glance down and double check that Gripen was impaled on his left penis--the one safely protected by a condom--and then mating instinct surged through him. Even with a condom there was still the non-zero risk of making an egg, but Typhoon had no choice but to take those odds. The sight of Gripen sprawled on top of him with her face all scrunched up in pleasure, and the sound of her quiet, desperate moans, and the feel of all her scales rubbing against his, not to even mention other far more sensitive parts which were rubbing against each other--it all conspired to send him tumbling far over the edge of an orgasm.

"Gripen?! Ooh...wow..." After several days of not getting any release, and with all that time they'd spent slowly building up to climax, what followed was the best, longest orgasm Typhoon had ever experienced. The drake gritted his teeth and let out a choked grunt. "Hrrkkk..." Waves of bliss surged through his underbelly, and the raw intensity of that overpowering pleasure made him toss his head from side to side. His wings slapped against the bedsheets, while his tail curled up and twitched. It felt insane as he held Gripen close, feeling her body pressed up against his as they both shuddered through their shared climax.

Warm, repeated, and absolutely undeniable bursts of pleasure exploded out of Typhoon's underbelly as he shot his seminal load. His knot had swelled up in an instant, locking him deep into Gripen and rendering him totally vulnerable as her vaginal muscles continued to clench down on his oversensitive length, forcing him to fire out yet another spurt of semen with each contraction. He couldn't see what was happening inside Gripen's slit, but he could feel it.

Surely the condom must have broken, given all their earlier swapping and now given how much seed he had released. In his mind's eye, Typhoon saw that he was shooting his seed through the broken condom and directly into Gripen, without care or caution for the fact that she was in heat. With all this sperm he was releasing deep inside her where it could reach her fertile oviducts, he was surely going to put end up impregnating her. But rational thoughts were on hiatus, and automatic reflexes continued to fire, dragging out his orgasm and making sure he emptied out all his lust into her.

In contrast to the sharp peak of how his orgasm had begun, his pleasure tapered off in a slow, gradually declining manner that eventually left him back in control of his wits. Gripen had gone limp, slumped down over his body and with her head resting against his neck. Typhoon watched her closely, taking in every detail of the fine scales covering her head.

After a few long seconds, Gripen opened her eyes and met his gaze. "Hi."

"Hi," Typhoon said.

"We just...we just mated. That was quite the experience." Gripen pushed herself upright, taking some of her body weight off Typhoon. Having her pressed up against his body had been strangely comforting. But when she tried to pull her hips off and separate their underbellies, there was a slight resistance as Typhoon felt her yank on his knot. "Are we stuck?"

"I don't think so. My knot usually deflates as soon as I stop cumming."

Gripen grinned. "Well, are you still cumming?"

"Unfortunately not. I think it's just this ring trapping blood and preventing my knot from going down. Just pull out a bit slower," Typhoon advised.

Gripen did as he suggested, and carefully she lifted her hips away from Typhoon's. His penis tugged on Gripen's slit until it slipped out, and now the difference between it and its twin was obvious. The knot on his left penis was still heavily enlarged and darker in colour from all the blood engorging it, whereas the right penis's knot hadn't yet swollen up; there were also several veins on the surface of his left penis which were noticeably visible.

Another obvious difference was the condom. Despite Typhoon's concerns (although admittedly he hadn't been thinking straight whilst seized by an orgasm), the condom hadn't broken at all. The latex sheath was now noticeably looser around his erection, with cloudy white liquid inflating it around his penis--it was his semen, all contained and kept from fertilizing Gripen.

"Weird. And cool." Gripen grabbed Typhoon's penis and played around with it, feeling the semen-filled condom as it squished around his member. "Look at all this cum. If that had gotten inside me, I would have ended up growing an egg. And all that stopped it was this little bit of rubber. I guess we should take it off now. How do we...? Can you roll onto your side? Else I think all your cum is going to spill onto your underbelly and make an ever bigger mess. Actually, just roll onto your belly and sit up."

"Sure." Typhoon folded in his wings and flipped over. Then he pushed himself into a sitting position, leaning back on his haunches.

As he watched, Gripen reached down to his underbelly. "Hmm, sex is way messier than I expected. But fun! And I didn't really think about the clean-up. Ok, let's see..." She tried to pull the used condom off his left penis, but his still inflated knot held it tightly. Typhoon grunted and bucked his hips forward as Gripen pulled on his knot. "Sorry. Did that hurt?"

"Not really, it's just...very sensitive when it's all swollen like that." Typhoon knew his knot got extra sensitive during his orgasm when it filled with blood, but now he was discovering that it remained overly sensitive if it wasn't allowed to deflate. Gripen's touch felt intensely ticklish now, and he automatically tensed up his muscles; idly Typhoon wondered what it would be like if he asked her to just keep rubbing him hard, forcefully overstimulating his penis even though he'd already climaxed. Perhaps he'd ask her to try that some other day.

"Hmm..." Gripen switched tactics--she started to pull on the cock ring which was around the base of Typhoon's left erection, trying to roll it up and off his penis. Even though it was elastic, the rubbery material wasn't quite stretchy enough to make it over his knot, but Gripen's efforts loosened the constriction enough that his knot started to deflate, soon followed by the rest of his erection as blood finally could drain away. After a few moments, Gripen pulled the cock ring off Typhoon's now mostly flaccid left penis, followed by the semen-filled condom. "Ok! Now...now what do I do with this thing?"

"Wrap it in tissue and throw it away?" Typhoon suggested.

"That makes sense." Gripen sniffed at the used, soggy, condom, and then looked slightly embarrassed for having done so. She grabbed a sheet of tissue from the bedside table and tossed the condom into the trash bin. "Ok, done." Trotting back to the bed, she gestured at Typhoon. "You're supposed to be resting in bed while your scales heal. Lie back down."

Typhoon carefully lowered himself down and rolled onto his back, and then Gripen flopped down on top of him. "Hnnng... You're like a pillow, but warm and scaly and with muscles..." she said with a pleased sigh.

"Are you just going to doze off?" Typhoon asked.

"Maybe..." Gripen reached down and grabbed Typhoon's right penis, which was still being kept rigid by the cock ring, and now sandwiched between their bodies. "This thing's still here. I said I'd do you twice, didn't I? Urrgh, but I'm feeling all sleepy now."

Typhoon smirked. "Isn't it supposed to be males who instantly fall asleep after they cum?"

"You and your sexist stereotypes--I'll be sleepy after sex if I want to be. I'm usually a bit lethargic after I play with myself, and I just came so hard. Can't blame me for that; blame biochemistry and hormones and stuff." Gripen yawned, and she casually played around with Typhoon's erection--she wasn't stroking him properly, just holding his penis and moving it around. With her other paw, she started pulling on the cock ring and pulling it off Typhoon's penis. "I guess we don't need this anymore, right? Now that we're just have one more to go."

Typhoon opened his wings and wrapped them around Gripen, lightly holding her against his chest. "We don't have to keep going. I'm feeling satisfied after cumming once from my other cock."

Gripen shuddered, and he felt her shiver as he held her with his wings. "I'm...I'm feeling pretty satisfied too. But we ought to finish what we started..." The cock ring slid entirely off Typhoon's right penis, but his erection remained. Gripen took another condom out of its packet and inserted it into the semen collector, which she then used to unroll the condom over Typhoon's sole remaining erection. "It was kind of silly of me to buy all this...sex stuff. Oh well; what's done is done. Let's go round two!"

Holding Typhoon's sole remaining erection, Gripen raised herself over his body and slowed lower her hips down, letting his throbbing, condom-encased member spread her apart as he sank deep into her. "Ohh," Typhoon groaned softly, as he felt warmth and slick snugness wrap around his sensitive flesh. Even with the condom blocking a portion of the sensations, it still felt intimately pleasurable to mate with Gripen, just the same as before.

Gripen made a small nod of her head, and then she started to move, rocking her hips forwards and back to thrust Typhoon's penis in and out of herself. This time without a second penis which she had to hold out of the way, Gripen placed both her forepaws on Typhoon's chest. "Are you going to cum soon?" she asked.

Typhoon crossed his forepaws across his chest, holding Gripen's paws. "Why? Are you feeling impatient?"

"No... But just now when we were playing that...silly swapping game, I did ride both your penises. So since they're independent, I was just thinking that you're probably pretty close to cumming," Gripen replied.

"I am close, but I'll try to hold back and last longer so you can get a chance to cum twice--"

"No, don't. Don't hold back." Leaning in, Gripen began gently licking the side of Typhoon's snout, in time with the smooth rolling of her hips. "Just relax and let it happen. Sit back...and enjoy."

Typhoon opened his mouth to say something, but words failed him at that moment and all he did was moan. "Ohh..." So he did as Gripen suggested--instead of trying to fight off the tight pressure that was building up in his underbelly, he also began thrusting his hips, smoothly accentuating their coupling. Instead of the frantic desperation of their earlier humping, this second round was slow and calmly sensual.

"Just cum whenever you want to, but tell me first, ok?" Gripen asked, and Typhoon nodded. His eyes were half-lidded as pleasure engulfed his body and mind. Instead of worrying about whether he was going to last long enough to satisfy Gripen, or if he was accidentally going to put an egg inside her, or about anything at all, Typhoon surrendered and focused on nothing but the wonderful feeling of Gripen's body pressed up against his. They were linked in the most intimate way possible, and together fulfilling one of the most basic, primal desires imaginable.

Sooner than expected but also right on time, Typhoon felt himself slip over the edge of a climax. "Ah, ah... Gripen! I'm there! It's happening... I'm going to cum... You feel so good. Ahhh..." Typhoon felt a mad desire to thrust--instinct screamed at him to buck his hips upwards and plunge his penis as deep into Gripen as it could go, so he could feel her warmth all around every exposed part of his erection--yet somehow he remained perfectly still as tingly pleasure built up in his underbelly.

"Hmmrr, cum for me," Gripen whispered in his ear, then she pressed her snout against his and kissed him again.

No stopping, no slowing, nothing to do be lie back and let it happen. Muscles in his underbelly trembled, and his knot quickly swelled to half enlarged. The next time Gripen lowered her hips down, his knot served as brief resistance before it slipped fully into her genital slit. Instantly Typhoon felt those same muscles clamp down as hard as physically possible, and his knot surged to full size, locking him into Gripen's depths.

Gripen was still kissing him, pressing her tongue against his in an embrace which amplified his pleasure beyond comprehension. "Mmmhh," Typhoon moaned. It felt so good he couldn't think or act--all he could do was try to keep still. Visceral, overpowering pleasure lit up his nerves and flooded his mind with the blissful gratification of an orgasm as his body fired up its ejaculatory reflex for a second time.

Warm, repeated spurts of virility blasted out from deep inside his groin, surging out through his penis and straight into the slender, yellow-scaled dragoness riding him. It was impossible to stay totally still--Typhoon's snout scrunched up into a grimace, and his hindpaws clenched open and close with each wave of raw sexual pleasure which poured through his body.

Emptying himself into Gripen for a second time felt just as wonderfully rewarding as it had the first time. Slowly, gradually, that overwhelming intensity of pleasure faded into a deep layer of satisfaction. Typhoon blinked as his eyes focused again on Gripen, whose snout was just a few inches from his.

"You look really hot when you cum," Gripen muttered, her gaze darting away self-consciously. She lifted herself off Typhoon--unlike before with his left penis, his right penis slid smoothly out of her as it didn't have a cock ring forcefully keeping his knot bloated up. Typhoon also noticed that his right penis didn't feel quite as sore; perhaps another related side effect.

Gripen gestured for him to roll over, which he did. She grabbed his semi-erect penis and gave it a few parting strokes, the she rolled off the condom and stared at it. Even from a distance, Typhoon could pick up the smell of the latex and his semen. Compared to the first, his second ejaculation had noticeably less volume as his seminal glands had been somewhat depleted, even if there was supposedly the same number of sperm since his testicles were independent. The gooey liquid inside the condom looked creamy white and much thicker than before, whereas earlier it had been cloudy white and more watery. Gripen plucked another tissue from the box on the bedside table, and she tossed the condom into the trash bin. "And now...we're done."

Typhoon sat back on his haunches. Now that his arousal had been well and truly drained, he was starting to worry and work through what all this was supposed to mean. "Gripen, what did we just do?"

"It's this thing called sexual intercourse, you might have heard of it before," Gripen replied sarcastically. Trotting over to the balcony, she opened the glass doors. Their hotel suite was on the second from highest floor, and a breeze sent fresh air into the hotel room.

Typhoon jumped off the bed and walked to sit beside her. He couldn't put weight on his bandaged forepaws, so he had to use his wings to balance. "Don't play dumb, you're too clever for that to work. You know what I mean."

Instead of meeting his gaze, Gripen stared out the over the balcony and into the distance, towards the rolling hills visible beyond the city boundaries. "I'm not sure I understand your question. You know what we did. We just had sex--I was in heat, you were injured and couldn't get relief otherwise, so we had sex."

"I know, but...but what did it mean? Was that just a one-off thing? As you said--just because you were in heat and I was bandaged up? It wasn't just that, right?" Typhoon took a deep breath. He wished that Gripen would make eye contact, and even more he wished that he could lean over and kiss her again, but he wasn't sure if she would just pull away. "We just mated...what did that mean?"

"I don't know!" Gripen snapped, letting a tinge of irritation enter her voice. "I didn't think this through before I did it. I just...I wanted to kiss you and see your cock and mate with you, but I didn't think about what I would do after that. What's that supposed to mean? You tell me."

"Hey, hey, relax. It's ok." Typhoon glanced downwards. This made him realize that both his groin and Gripen's were wet by various bodily fluids, which were dripping down their hindlimbs and onto the carpet. "We're a mess. We should go clean up before Ian or Rafale get back. Gosh, what are we going to tell them?"

Gripen glanced down too, and then when she looked up, her eyes finally met Typhoon's again. "Why do we have to tell them anything?"

"So...we're just going to pretend that didn't happen?" Typhoon asked, nodding his head towards the bed. "Didn't it matter to you?"

"I... I'm not ashamed that we mated, I'm just...I don't know. I've liked you for so long--not liked_as a friend, but _liked as in the silly infatuated crush of a young dumb dragoness who doesn't quite know how to act like an adult." Gripen glanced away, but after a second her gaze centred back on Typhoon. "You're the older one, not me! You should be mature and know how to handle complex, adult interpersonal relations."

Typhoon chuckled at that, and Gripen smiled. Once upon a time they had been hatchlings, and then fledglings, and now they were full grown dragons. That simple faux-sibling relationship they'd had was gone, left behind along with childhood, but now something else was starting to form between them. Typhoon wasn't sure if it was love--after all, hadn't he already loved her before?--but then what he felt now was different from what he felt to Ian, or Rafale, or anyone else in the world.

The two of them stayed quiet for a few minutes, sitting side by side and looking out over the city. Finally Gripen spoke. Her voice was soft and slow, as if she was careful considering every word. "It wasn't...being in heat which catalysed all this. Like I said, I've been in heat before and I never made any moves on you. It was your crash which did it."

Typhoon hadn't quite been expecting that. "What? My crash?"

"One week ago when you were in that race; I was watching from the stands, with Ian and Rafale. We were all rooting for you to win, of course--based of the preliminary timings, you were the safe bet to win. But then..." Gripen's gaze darted down, towards Typhoon's bandaged chest and forepaws. "When Imperium collided into you right at the last lap, and you both went down... The crowd went nuts. Everyone was on their feet, making so much noise. There was this huge dust cloud where you landed and for a few seconds no one was sure what exactly had happened. The crowd was still screaming--I think they were just eager to see which underdog had snatched the race. But for me, all I could pay attention to was you."

Typhoon had seen the replays, but it was different hearing it from Gripen. "Imperium managed to get back to her feet and wave off the medics," she continued, still in her quiet voice. "But you didn't move. You were just...crumpled on the ground, covered in dirt. When I saw you like that, I was so scared--scared that you were dead, or that you were too injured to ever fly again, or talk, or... I wanted to fly down and run to your side, but Ian held me back so the medics could do their work. I was so scared. What if I never got to talk to you again? Or see you fly? Or...tell you how I felt?"

"I already knew you cared," Typhoon said.

Gripen shook her head. "Not like this. This is different. Ian cares for you; Rafale cares for you too, even if you two sometimes fight. But what I felt was different. It was...deeper than just a mere friendship. Which is why...well... That's why we've just made a mess of each other. So you ask me if what we did mattered? Yes, it did to me. And if tomorrow I just randomly die for whatever reason, at least I knew we had something together."

"So...I take it you want this to be something? I'm glad you like me, and I like you too. But practically speaking--is this going to be a recurring event? Are we just going to stay friends who occasionally mate with each other, or are we actually going to be...something exclusive?"

Gripen licked her lips and swallowed nervously. "I don't know. I don't know how any of this works."

Typhoon felt like he had reflected long enough. "It's...a gamble, isn't it? Just like playing at the casino downstairs, or betting which dragon is going to win their race. Except now the gamble is on what we should do. We could just play it safe and never do this again. Let it be a onetime event and ignore any feelings that come along with it. Alternatively...we let it happen again."

"What's the risk? That we ruin our friendship, break each other's hearts, and make things unbearably awkward forevermore?" Gripen said. "And then what's the reward? Love, I suppose? Emotional support? Happiness?"

Typhoon flicked his wings in a shrug. "Sounds about right. But the hard part is that we don't know the odds. Good outcome, bad outcome, mediocre outcome--no one knows how things will end up."

Gripen took a deep breath and let it out in a huff. "Huh! Forget all that noise. I'll take those odds." And then she kissed him again, pressing her snout against his and letting her actions clearly demonstrate what she wanted.

Far too soon, she pulled back. Typhoon leaned forwards, instinctively wanting their embrace to continue for just another split-second, but then it was over. "I'll...take that as a yes," he muttered.

Gripen's tail flicked from side to side. She made an indifferent noise. "Eh. How hard can a relationship be? We just put in effort and don't be jerks to each other--that's all there is too it, right?"

"I...don't know either," Typhoon admitted.

"We'll figure it out. Probably. Hopefully. Come on--let's go wash up this mess." Getting to her feet, Gripen headed towards the washroom.

"You can shower first. I'll wait till you're done," Typhoon said.

"No you won't. You're...injured and stuff. You shouldn't get your bandages too wet, so clearly you need assistance." Gripen curled her tail around Typhoon's paw and tugged him after her.

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