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[center][b]Nurse Maiding the Jockey

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Revakulgr[/b][/center]

"There is good reason that male dragons are not present when a female lays," Revakulgr grumbled. "You may not have noticed, but the sight and smell of blood tends to incite rather strong reactions which are not conducive to a healthy clutching environment."

Rain crossed her arms over her chest and glowered, tapping her foot as she waited for him to give in. Her stomach was quite swollen, and every so often she would groan as the precursors of contractions gripped her. Pain creased her forehead, adding weight to her glare. Her long hair had been pulled back and braided into a tail that hung over her shoulder and across her small breasts, gleaming slightly with the sweat it had soaked up from her skin. She reclined bare before him, with the vulpine midwife and his lupine assistant standing nearby to await the dragon's final decision. She was beautiful, she was perfect, and she was his mate.

She was worried, he knew, which was why she wanted him there, aside from human traditions of having the sire present if at all possible during their birthing. The dragon was not worried. Why would he be? He had bred over a dozen females and had not been present for a single clutching, and not a single one had remained unhatched. He occasionally received updates on the most promising of his offspring, and they were all doing exceptionally well, as they should with him as their sire. He had no claim on them, but that did nothing to keep the knowledge from bolstering his pride. Those had been laid by females of either high breeding or influence for the most part, only one a champion of physical superiority like himself, and there had been no complications then, so there should be none now.

She was only worried because she was human. It had only been the arrival of the dragons and the medical technology they shared that had allowed humans to reduce their rates of infant mortality to finally approach zero as a universal standard rather than only for the ultra-rich in the most developed areas, and it had only been within the last two decades that those advances had indeed become universally to all as the final nuts of capitalistic greed were cracked and stamped out in the medical field. Rain, he knew, had lost a sibling during her youth to the sudden onset of a disease that could have been easily cured if not for the withholding of the cure due to lack of financial ability. Her eldest sister had lost children in the womb for the same reason. She was worried, though she had no need to be, despite the fact that their hybrid young had a statistically very low chance of hatching without the considerable resources of the Institute at their disposal. Revakulgr was not worried.

"Rain, I can assure you that Felix is the best midwife you could ask for. I have acquired his services for every female I have bred, and none have had the slightest complaint of his manner or training. He came highly recommended, and I have had no reason to give anything less than the same. Both females and eggs have all come through every clutching with no damage done to either. I am quite certain that I would only be getting in the way, especially considering that I barely fit in here to begin with. If you are so adamant that there be oversight, would it not be better to have this take place at the Institute, as was suggested? They do have the highest standard of medical professionals available for... non-standard pairings."

"You just wanna go spend some more time with that fucking rabbit, don't you?" the human demanded in a sudden emotional outburst. Alexa, Felix's mate and assistant, moved to comfort her and wipe away the tears.

Revakulgr sighed heavily and hoped that once this short pregnancy had passed, Rain would get back to normal quickly. Despite her initial approval of Jessica, she had become increasingly jealous as the third month of carrying drew to a close. It was insecurity, he had been told, about his continued attraction to her in her altered state, a common occurrence in female humans. He would never have expected her to develop such insecurities, but the introduction of his temporary rider had brought them about. He admitted that he enjoyed the company of his fuckbunny, but she compared in no possible way with his mate. The half-breed fur was loyal and dedicated, yes, but in the way that kobolds were loyal and dedicated. Rain cared for him as much as for [i]who[/i] he was as for what, and he for her in the same manner.

The dragon also had to admit that he was exaggerating how strongly his instincts affected him. He [i]could[/i] control his urges when he so desired, though he only very rarely bothered to do so. He was no politician, needing to constantly regulate his actions and judge their effect on future prospects with his constituents. He was an athlete, a racer, a pure and powerful creature of air and flesh. His savagery and prowess off of the field only increased the legend that built up around him, his prestige and fame, his fanbase, sponsorship prospects, and financial security. Despite her protests, recent events had only proved his actions to be overall beneficial, so long as he [i]did[/i] retain enough restraint to still be considered a civilized being. And, he supposed, part of being civilized in her definition was to be present when she laid their eggs.

Revakulgr let out another long-suffering sigh, resting his head against his tucked foreclaws, and gave her a plaintive look. "Would it be too much to ask were I to request a... distraction? It is much easier to ignore certain urges when others are being attended to. I would not request Jessica, but Alexa will be of little enough use once the clutching actually begins. She... is used to keeping me company during those times. Matriarchs are jealous of other females being present when they are clutching, as our kind once were prone to stealing the eggs of those who were of better breeding and greater power."

"Okay, okay, sorry," the rider muttered, wiping at the wetness that clung to her cheeks. "I didn't mean it. Jessica's been a good replacement. She needs some work, but she's gonna make a really good rider one day. She's been good company for you, too. I just - agh!"

"Ah, that's the real start of things," Felix advised, his hands joining Rain's on her stomach, feeling the power of the contraction. "Alexa, if you could... provide distraction, I suppose. We'd normally have kobolds for this, but I guess the [i]male[/i] will have to do. Since you've never bothered to do more than just show up for the event, I'll walk you through things, Revakulgr. You will obey my instructions to the letter, or I'll have your hide for staining my reputation, are we understood?"

Revakulgr growled at the male fox. "I have never been present in the clutching chamber because I would not have been [i]welcome[/i]. I may have sired those eggs, but they were not mine to claim. These are, and I [i]will[/i] claim them. Do your duty, and I shall do mine."

The fox hadn't even bothered to look at him when speaking, but he allowed the disrespect to pass as the midwife's greater purpose was to the matriarch he attended, though Rain's sudden bout of giggles afterwards confused the dragon. He let out a soft rumble of satisfaction, however, when he felt the wolf bitch's hands stroking against his sheath and her tongue working at its entrance, coaxing his tip to appear. Despite his request, though, he knew that she would be in need of far greater effort than during clutchings past to engender the excitement needed in him. There was a grasping pressure, squeezing at his heart and stomach, that seemed intent on interfering with his enjoyment of her attention. Highly annoying.

The dragon's head reared back in startlement when a sudden gush of pink-stained fluid began to pour from between his mate's legs into a catch basin below, smelling of blood and some strangely comforting mix of rich, deep scents that he could not place. The fox explained, "That is amniotic fluid. It supports the eggs in the womb, but is no longer needed by the body since they are to be expelled. Drink it, male. It will strengthen your bond with mate and young."

While the continued disrespectful tone still rankled, he did not need to be told twice to partake of the alluringly aromatic fluid mixture. He took up the small tub with one foreclaw and poured it into his muzzle, rolling it across his tongue a few times before swallowing. It was a peculiar taste, somehow both less and far more vital than the taste of fresh blood from still-living prey, energizing and exciting him in a similar but different manner. He set it back in place to catch any further discharge and saw that Rain appeared to be somewhat disgusted, though her expression settled as the midwife whispered into her ear. A second set of contractions gripped her, and Revakulgr found himself straining his head towards her with a soft croon, the warm scent of her enticing in entirely new ways and the sound of her pain making him desire to ease it.

"Male, lick here," the fox ordered, indicating the rider's genitals with a casual gesture.

The dragon carefully inched himself into a position where he could reach his mate with his tongue and extended it to caress her with the tip. He found himself to be drooling slightly, an uncomfortable situation, but his tongue served to channel the excess saliva so that it flowed down to coat her nethers as he tended to them, causing them to glisten with moisture. That served to aid his own nethers in responding to the wolf bitch's attentions, and he purred softly at the feel of her hands and tongue against his sensitive maleness.

"Inside as well, male," the fox chided, giving the dragon an annoyed glance. "The lubrication must reach as deeply as possible to ease the passage."

He gave a snort in the vulpine's direction, but he was already being ignored again. He decided it best to simply follow instructions and plunged the thick muscle into his mate's breeding tunnel. It tasted of her but more, the remnants of the birthing fluids clinging to her inner walls. His purr deepend as he eagerly lapped within her, drawing out as much of the oddly delectable flavor as he could while leaving behind the taste of his own spit, feeling the clench of her walls around him become tight enough to trap his tongue when another contraction struck her. He pulled it back to smack his mouth, trying to get the feeling back into it after the numbing grip, then dove back in. He strained to reach as deeply as he could, and found a small dot of leathery surface interrupting the rippled flesh at the far end of her tunnel.

"Retract, male. The first egg is coming. Be prepared to catch. Take it into your mouth and hold, do not suckle. Let it coat in your saliva, then place it in the holder."

The midwife had brought a much smaller egg holder than he would have for a true matriarch, one designed for use with kobolds, which rankled Revakulgr further, but he could understand the reasoning. Rain could have easily used one of the full-sized padded trays for a bed. Her eggs would have been lost in the size of it. The doctors had advised that her eggs were at least twice the size of a kobold's, though far less in number, so they should fit the smaller holder well, receiving warmth and support and protection until they could be placed in a brooding chamber. They had two of those available: the spare bedroom of Rain's apartment had been converted for the purpose, and the room beside the office James used at the stadium had been likewise altered.

"AAAAAAGH! WHYDIDIAGREETODOTHIS?!?" the human screamed, clutching at the fox's hand hard enough that Revakulgr could hear the bones crackling.

Revakulgr let out another sympathetic croon, continuing to gently trace the tip of his tongue along her folds, hoping to bring some pleasure to help mitigate the pain. He was surprised to see the slight shift in her stomach as the lowermost egg began to press through and into her vaginal canal, redoubling her efforts as her muscles clenched to bear down on it, her scream sounding in his ears once more. It nearly caught him off guard, despite being rather intimately observing the act, when the egg was very nearly launched out of her. He caught it on his tongue and very carefully pulled it into his mouth, as he had been ordered. He could feel the leather-like shell almost instantly begin to harden and toughen when it interacted with his saliva, heating slightly and leaving a chalky taste. He rolled it as gently as he could to ensure that it was thoroughly coated, then deposited it into the egg holder with a sour grimace.

"Very good, male. Prepare her for the next. There are two more."

The dragon grumbled wordlessly at the fox, but did as he was told, lavishing his mate with his tongue while the wolf bitch stroked his erect maleness pleasingly. She was not aiming to bring him to completion, as she would have during their previous encounters, only keeping him hard, teasing him, keeping a portion of his attention focused elsewhere, though it was only a rather small portion at this point. He was enthralled by the laying process, the tastes and smells and the beautiful, glistening body of his mate. He felt a slight regret that he had declined taking his place in the process with his previous breeding contracts. He would have agreed to Rain's demand far more easily if he had known how wondrous it would make him feel to see new life brought into the world, life that he had helped create.

The second and third egg came much more swiftly and easily, and Revakulgr handled them the same, coating them with his saliva to help them harden before depositing them beside their sibling in the egg holder. Rain lay panting and exhausted in the birthing chair that the fox had brought for her while she was examined for any physical damage that the laying might have caused. The fox assured them both that he was as fully versed in human anatomy and medicine as he did so, though the dragon still had to hold back a growl when the midwife pulled out needle and thread. It was common during human births for tears to occur in the vaginal lining, he was advised, and this was no more than a preventative measure against further damage. Revakulgr only found himself relaxing once his mate and clutch had been moved into the brooding chamber and out of his sight, knowing that the fox was no threat to them and that they were now safely ensconced within a protected location.

That also allowed him to focus more on the attention that the wolf bitch was providing, and he craned his neck back to rumble at her with a very predatory grin, licking his lips at the thought of how lovely she would taste, though he would never indulge himself in that. Her mate was far too valuable a contact to alienate, and he liked her besides. Still, that did not prevent him from teasing her. He curled his upper body so that he could slip his snout down to trap her between his jaws, slurping at the underside of her body and rolling her against his upper palette, her paws and legs half way down his throat with only her head and arms hanging out from between his fangs. Aside from her own lovely flavor, it helped clear the chalky taste of the eggs from his tongue. He was startled by the clearing of a throat and jerked his head towards the sound, finding the fox standing just outside the door to the brooding chamber.

"I'd appreciate if you didn't eat her," Felix said with wry humor. "I do rather like her, and I'd miss the sex."

Revakulgr began to reply but realized that it might damage the wolf bitch. He spat her out onto the carpeted floor, her body slicked by saliva that clung far more than usual, and bared his fangs at the fox.

"I don't suppose that you'll be offering an apology for your behavior?" he growled.

"Would you have followed my instructions if I'd asked nicely?" the midwife replied with a smirk, wandering over to flop onto the human's couch while the dragon struggled to come up with an appropriate response. "Well, that was probably the shortest clutching I've ever done. I think I may well owe you a partial refund, though there's a way you could make up for the time."

"And what might that be, you snarky little snack? Shall we play fetch? Would you like me to perform tricks? I don't know if we have quite enough room for that. Rain's apartment is rather disgustingly small."

"Oh, don't be like that, Revakulgr." The fox gave him a look that he found difficult to interpret, but disappointment seemed prominent. "You've been an excellent repeat client, and I'd hate to strike you from my list just because you took something personally that you well know was necessary to get you to attend to [i]your[/i] duties during this event. If you'd ever bothered to assist with one of these before, that wouldn't have been necessary."

The dragon huffed and settled back on his haunches, grumbling wordlessly once more. "I apologize for any offense I might have given, Egg Bearer. I meant no disrespect. I am... unused to being addressed in such a manner by one of your... kind."

"Now that sounds honest, though you could stand a bit more of it. Then again, so could most dragons and humans besides. But that's neither here nor there, and I won't bother you with politics. Would you like to know how you could get your money's worth out of the deposit?"

"If you are disinclined to provide the partial refund that you mentioned, then I would most assuredly be interested to know, yes."

Felix gave him a wide grin, ears perked and tail wagging. Revakulgr's expression fell at that, not quite sure what he might be getting himself in for. Though the fox had a rather upbeat personality when outside of his professional persona, the dragon had never seen him display quite that level of excitement before.

"Well, I can't blame you for not noticing yet, as you've had other things on your mind, but my lovely little Alexa happens to be in heat. She's made it quite plain how much she's enjoyed keeping you company during our past contacts, one of the reasons I've been quite happy to repeat our business, but I've never had opportunity to see why. She's been off the pill for the last year, so she [i]should[/i] be fertile again by now, and she's been eagerly awaiting attending you this time around for that reason. She was hoping you might try adding to your brood, see if it takes. You'd have no responsibility afterwards, I assure you, if that might be a concern. I just want to see what all the fuss is about and why she has trouble walking for a few days afterwards."

Revakulgr glanced at the wolf bitch, caught between pride in his abilities and betrayal that she had described such intimate interactions even to her mate. The mute wolf bitch knelt in front of him and nodded vigorously, her own ears perked high and tail wagging furiously. Now that he was less distracted by the presence of his mate, the dragon could scent the musky copper smell of a needful bitch, and felt his still erect shaft flex against his stomach. Alexa turned to the fox and began making gestures with her hands then turned back to the dragon as Felix translated.

"She says she wants you to show me how you break her," the vulpine male chuckled, "though not literally. She says to tell you not to hold back on either her account nor mine, and I'll agree that so long as you don't cause any lasting physical harm, which includes, may I add, breaking bones, rupturing organs, or biting things off. I want to see if you can fuck a clutch of eggs into my mate, dragon. I might pick up a few hints to keep her pleased on my own, though I doubt I'll ever be quite able to match the experience. Part of the thrill she gets, especially with you, is from being bred by an apex of a higher level than she."

Revakulgr rumbled almost deeply enough for it to become a growl, arching his head down so that the end of his snout nearly pressed against the wolf bitch's nose, the fire of challenge and arousal lighting in the pit of his stomach, his pride as swollen as his maleness. She again nodded her vigorous agreement and licked at his chin submissively, letting out soft, needful whines. He grinned at her widely, very much a threatening gesture, and pressed slowly forwards so that her head and shoulders were between the gap in his fangs, then gently closed them until he felt them dimple her flesh. Then he applied more and not-so-gentle pressure, hearing her let out a soft yelp and whine, tasting her blood as it coated his tongue. He pulled back to admire the ring of small bleeding holes that he left across her chest, mirrored on her upper back, a permanent collar and mark of his claim on her.

"You should [i]know[/i] the [i]proper[/i] position in which to serve a dragon by now, flesh bucket," he snarled and enjoyed the speed with which she dropped herself to the floor and lifted her hindquarters, purposefully aiming her rear end towards her mate. The dragon moved cautiously, out of respect for his mate's furniture and belongings rather than care for the bitch, to crouch over her. He clasped one foreclaw around her head, squeezing tightly to muffle the sounds she would most certainly be making while adding a new height to the fear-tinge that mingled with the excitement and need in her scent. Should he lose control of himself, which he would not but the possibility was there, he would almost certainly crush her skull as easily as he had that of the disrespectful mouse. His other foreclaw took a grip around her waist, purposefully digging his claws into her skin to leave more bloody marks in her flesh, as he angled himself to press his tip against her swollen teardrop sex.

"[i]This[/i] is how you treat a prey beast, fox," he growled, slamming himself into the wolf bitch to the knot, his tip striking with bruising force against the rear wall of her tunnel. She squealed and squirmed beneath him, fingers and toes raking at the carpeting, her body bucking in his grasp. "Re wux khru batobot si shilta ti sone vin jira? Wux re capable di irisvir jacioniv mrith escho." (Are you certain that i cannot eat an arm? You are capable of healing her with ease.)

The last was said in a growl to the fox, knowing that she did not speak the language of dragons while Felix did. The fox shook his head and answered, "Thric, darastrix. Si tuor sia rumag zulf tiamo. Shar maurg jacioniv lae tonn alevia ios virax." (No, dragon. I want my mate left whole. but breed her as hard as you wish without damage.)

Revakulgr growled again, slightly disappointed, but spread his claws slightly to expose one of the bitch's ears to ensure she heard what came next. He pulled back until just the tip of his shaft remained within her and slammed himself home again, feeling his heavy sack slap against her pelvis as she yelped and squirmed once more.

"It's no wonder she needs a dragon to breed her properly. You do a job performed by eunuchs, lowly males with neither the power nor talent nor acumen to hold any other position. Oh, certainly, Egg Bearers are honored, but only because the matriarchs demand it. What achievements have you to your name aside from tending the offspring of others? What honor could you pass on to your own? I should make you truly a eunuch so as to spare the world the infection of your pathetic, inferior seed. See how she writhes for me, food? She may be but a prey beast herself, but she knows her place, at least, and knows that it takes a [i]worthy[/i] male to give her the pleasure she desires."

He punctuated each sentence with a thrust equally as hard as those that came before, intent on providing exactly what she had asked for. He was as rough with her as he was with his fuckbunny, though she responded far more pleasingly. It truly teased his predatory drives, and his stomach rumbled for her flesh.

"Nomag si clax sva gekip vi sart uilmriz de jacioniv?" he growled to the fox. "Ehis batobot geou levnim jacioniv tawura, si majak wux sia inglata." (May I take at least a small trophy from her? Nothing that will impede her work, I give you my promise.)

The vulpine considered for a moment, then responded with, "Batobot si geou iaco ekess, darastrix, zyak drong lae coi ui ehis jathila ekess jacioniv tawura." (That I will agree to, dragon, so long as it is nothing important to her work.)

Revakulgr spread his jaws in a wide gape, feeling a bit of drool pool in his lower jaw. He turned his head forwards to let it dribble onto the wolf bitch's neck, letting her feel the danger that stood above her, scenting the sharp increase in the fear scent as it spiked nearly enough to hide her excitement, his hungry rumble vibrating his scales against her furred back. He pressed down onto her, pressing her into the floor, and allowed himself a slight increase in the force with which he rutted her. It was not quite enough to rupture but enough force that a dragoness would have complained, enough to make her think that her mate might have tired of her, that the fox might have agreed to let the dragon have her fully.

He felt his knot beginning to swell, and held back from sinking it into the bitch, letting her feeling it growing outside of her, slamming against her stretched entrance as bruisingly as his tip against the rear of her breeding tunnel. She had felt it inside of her before, but he had always done it the proper way, pressing it in before it had swollen. But she had asked that he break her, and he intended to provide her, and himself, with the pleasure of doing so. He waited until it had swollen to a third of its full size before forcing it into her, using his grip around his waist to pull her backwards, and felt her flesh tear around him as she howled through his clenched digits loud enough that the neighbors might have heard it. He was glad that Rain lived on the ground floor, or any downstairs neighbors would most certainly have complained.

He did not stop there, though. He ripped himself free, pulling back to the tip, and slammed home again, feeling her rubber-lipped nethers pressing against his bunched sheath. He pulled free again, and a third time, before he buried himself fully and left himself there, and only then because his knot had grown to half its full size. Any more and he risked permanent damage, which he had promised against. He ground down into her, trying to force het more of himself inside, squeezing her tight enough that he could feel himself through her flesh, and at last felt the pressure build to the bursting point. He withheld his roar to a muted growl, not wishing to cause Rain any trouble or disturb her, as the wolf bitch howled her own climax into his foreclaws.

When he had finished dumping his seed into her, he turned to face her mate before releasing her. She hung limp and drooling beneath him, her eyes glazed, exhausted beyond anything they had done before. He flicked her with his claws until she began to show some signs of life then pried her jaws open as widely as they would go without dislocating, straining the joints so that she weakly pawed at him. With his other foreclaws he reached into her mouth to pinch her tongue as closely as he could to her throat, then pulled at it, slowly, stretching the muscle until it tore free. She gurgled blood, and he was forced to clamp his claws around her head again to quiet her complaints. He waited until she had diminished to mere whimpers before he released her again, making sure that she watched as he dropped the dissevered flesh into his own mouth, chewed it thoroughly, and swallowed it down.

His last act was to turn, once more careful of Rain's property, and exited through the sliding glass door that led onto her small balcony. The dragon rider's carpet was already going to need a thorough cleaning, or more probably replacement, and he did not wish to further disenchant her with him. He waited until his knot was about half-shrunken, then used a hind paw to force the wolf bitch off of him. She was only able to let out a soft whine-yelp of protest, nearly passed out from pain and pleasure and exhaustion. She did twitch and cringe pleasingly, though, when he lifted his leg to drench her in a stream of pungent urine, the salty fluid stinging the many wounds he had left on her as he marked her with his scent. He wished only that he had some dirt to rake over her, as though she were fewmets that he was burying, but left it at that as he moved back inside to rest himself before the fox once more.

"Well, you did keep your word, I'll give you that, Revakulgr," Felix chuckled with a shake of his head. "And I can't say that I've ever seen her cum so hard. Would it please you if she really were to take? I can't say that I would be opposed to the idea, especially since it would get us in with that Institute of yours. Rain made a pretty penny off of them for participating in their experiment."

The dragon rumbled contentedly, glancing at the much abused wolf bitch where she lay struggling to drag herself back inside and failing spectacularly to do so. He'd well and truly broken her without actually causing damage, and he was suitably proud of the accomplishment. He would be surprised if she could walk inside of a week's time, and she would live with the scars of this breeding for the rest of her life without some cosmetic adjustment. He was somewhat surprised, though, that Felix was agreeable to the situation.

"She's mute already, therefore taking her tongue causes no inhibition to her duties as your assistant," the dragon pointed out with a smug grin. "I would not be opposed to it if she were to bear my young, though I would require a standard breeding contact from you."

"Oh, true enough, true enough, though I'll miss having her use it on me. I suppose I could always try using her throat, though I have a bit of an impulse problem with knotting. I might well end up suffocating the poor bitch. It's one of the reasons she's been on birth control; she knew I'd put a litter in her without it. Her heat came upon her suddenly, and we were told it would be the sign that she was fertile again. It just happened to coincide, and I've never been able to deny her the few things she asks me for. She's a good little omega, and I love her quite dearly."

Felix then drew Revakulgr's gaze with his own, and added in a quite serious tone, "Shar sjek jaciv guyyai dout vrantvrakic, si geou tuor wux ekess sone astahi esostek di jacioniv. Si tir ti huven ekess raise wer nuwa'jimosi di voga davof." (But if she bears your eggs, I will want you to eat them in front of her. I do not wish to raise the hatchlings of another male.)

"Si geou tir lae wux tor, Vrantvraksargt. Wux tepoha sia inglata." (I will do as you ask, Egg Berer. You have my promise.)

"Think you'd mind carrying her to the car and stuffing her in the boot? I don't want her stinking up the interior."

"Of course, Egg Bearer."

[center][b]The End[/b][/center]

Tags: dragon, human, fox, wolf, male, female, male/female, m/f, birthing, oviposition, cuckolding, risk of pregnancy, hard vore, watersports, marking, urine, deception, rough sex, consensual, voyeurism

Summary: The time has come for Rain to lay her eggs. Revakulgr assists at the insistence of the midwife, a male fox named Felix. Afterwards, the dragon enjoys breaking Felix's mute lupine mate for the pleasure of all involved.