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And here it is. Huge thanks to a cretain Mystery dude who helped to do a neutral overview and edit for me. And of course to Dolphin Dreamer for the inflight take off scene on the A380. It is at this point my story starts it's temporary merge with Flying Mile High.

Comments and critique is welcome as always from me.

Chapter 4.

Ruth waved out the rear screen of the taxi until the hotel disappeared from sight. 'I hope they are okay,' he thought to himself, as he tried to get comfy on the seat. The taxi was an E Class Mercedes, so at least the ride was smooth, and the seats leather, so he didn't chafe his scales on the upholstery.

Looking to the front, he saw the driver was a rather portly old otter. Ruth harrumphed, thinking of the book Jessica had surprised him with, and trying to picture the driver in the demonstrated positions.

"Everything okay sir?" The driver asked.

"Oh yes, sorry. Just thought of something amusing. That's all thanks. What's your name, if I may ask?"

"Gordon sir," he replied.

"Mmmmm, ha, cough, cough. Fflllllllllllsssssst." Ruth tried desperately to control himself.

"Sir?"

"Sorry, I really am. It's not you, it's purely coincidence, trust me," Ruth snorted.

"May I ask why sir?"

"Erm, you may be offended, and I really need to get to Heathrow."

"Try me. You have to have a pretty thick skin and a broad sense of humour for this job sir."

"Oh okay. It's only that I've just had a rather interesting afternoon, and part of it involved my mate throwing a book at me by Gordon Sumner, and telling me to learn fast". Ruth reflected.

"Oh I see. That little prick.... Ah I see what caused the amusement. He gives my species a bad name, should stick to singing pop. I'm guessing you were picturing me doing what he does?" Gordon laughed.

"I am afraid to say. Yes!"

"Don't worry. Twenty years ago maybe, but Elsie and I are quite happy in our flat now the kids have gone there own ways. Bit of telly and a cup of Horlix is my idea of a good night now! Oh to be young again." Gordon laughed again. "Well come on then, you started it. Did you learn anything?"

"Well I've learnt that otters are rather flexible!"

"Oh come on, you must have always known that. You must have seen acrobatic troops at some point."

"Been to see Cirque a few times. Never thought you could apply your flexibility in bed though!"

"And since we started living on land more, where else apart from displays would we use it! Made for some interesting times when I was younger. So come on then, you started the subject, stop hedging. How did you apply the instruction to your big old body? I don't imagine that you can fold yourself in half that well."

"Well, some parts of the book were useful, especially the use of the rudder..." Ruth proceeded to give an edited version of the previous few hours to the driver.

"You lucky git. Secretary involved too. Used to know a rabbit forty years ago. She never let up." Gordon laughed.

"Mmm, I must admit I was a bit concerned about leaving Jessica in the hotel with her. But I trust her implicitly not to get involved with another male. She can do what she likes with Amy, but I just know that Amy will end up cock hunting. It's just programmed into their nature!" Ruth said.

"I wouldn't worry too much sir. You obviously love each other deeply".

"Yes, we do. Can you do me a favour, wake me about fifteen minutes before we arrive at the airport. They absolutely knackered me out, and I have thirty-six hours of flights ahead of me. I hate planes, you will find all dragons do. We don't like flying in something when we are not the ones in control. I need to get a bit of shuteye."

"Okay sir. We are about three hours away, traffic permitting," Gordon replied.

"Thank you," Ruth said, and closed his eyes.

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Back at the hotel, Jessica walked up to the front desk with Amy. "Erm can I speak to the house manager please?" she asked.

"Yes Ma'am. Give me a minute please," The cat at reception said, and she walked into the back office.

Two minutes later she re-emerged with a female badger wearing spectacles. "Is there a problem Ma'am?" the badger queried.

"No, no, its just that Amy and I gave my mate a rather good send off on his trip, and the bed-linen in our room is in considerable mess. I know you normally change it when we're out, but as we messed it in the day, I was wondering if we could give you a hand sorting out fresh again. I'm quite willing to pay for the extra". Jessica said.

"No charge Ma'am, as you can guess from our brochure we are quite discreet here, and are surprised by nothing. I will send a couple of maids up to change it for you shortly." The badger grinned. Looking over Jessica's shoulder she shouted. "Stefan, go and find Jane and Janet. Tell them it's a complete refit on room seven. It's quiet down here so you can give them a hand. Chop chop!"

The bell-hop jumped up from his booth and, glancing at Jessica, ran down a corridor into the rear of the hotel. "There you go. Three pairs of hands will soon sort your room out," the badger said.

"Thank you," Jessica replied. "Come on Amy, let's go and put the toys away before they get up there!" She flashed a playful grin at the rabbit.

The Badger snorted, and with a grin returned to the back room. The cat was trying not look directly at them.

Jessica strolled up the stairs next to Amy. "So what do you think of Stefan, eh?"

"What, who? Oh the bell-hop," Amy replied nonchalantly.

"Yes, the bell-hop. What do you think of him?" Jessica repeated.

"Well he is cute. Why?"

"You, girl, are going to need cock, and soon. Or you will start becoming a nuisance to everyone. I can only do so much with my tail and my bag of tricks, but you are straight and your mind won't let you be satisfied by me alone!" Jessica pointed out in a straightforward way.

"What! Are you suggesting that I try and seduce him? What about your promise to Ruth?" Amy said, blushing.

"I won't be breaking any promises dear. Any cock holder you choose will be yours to play with alone. If I happen to be in the same room, I have my toys and a free show to watch!" Jessica said, grinning. "I'm sure I'll be quite happy!"

"Well, maybe then. I wonder what the rules of interaction are here. I don't want to get him fired or disciplined."

"I will ask the maids discreetly when they come up" Jessica said.

"Well before I do anything, I will try and gain my satisfaction with you if you are willing to try."

"I am more than willing, dear. After all, you never heard Ruth complaining about us two being here alone. He even stayed silent when I waved my bag of tricks at him. That is enough permission for me, and I have got to stay fresh myself, and flush all the anti-pregnancy hormones from my system before he gets back. After all, we just decided that we would try for kids now that it's been ten years". Jessica finished.

"Fair enough," Amy said. "Let's try in the bathroom, while the bed is being changed. Should give Stefan and the maids something to overhear anyway!"

"You antsy already? I thought Ruth had done a superb job relieving your of you tensions before he left. Several times, as I recall!" Jessica said with a laugh.

"Oh he did, he did, honestly, and in a way I had never even thought of before!" Amy said dreamily.

"Yes, I have no idea where his sudden taste for that has come from. Maybe he is not as innocent as he appears on the surface. Not that I disapprove. It's nice not having to take the initiative when spicing things up, for once".

"It was a rather wonderful new experience when I think about it. If I ever find the one for me, I may have to teach him a few lessons myself now!" Amy laughed.

"Mmm yes. I promised Ruth that the receivership shall become reciprocal at some point. Maybe I could practice with you, and you with me? We have a wet room to play in here after all. No problem with directional accidents!" Jessica suggested coyly.

"I don't see why not!" Amy laughed. They arrived back at the room then and opened the door. "I can't believe we just had that conversation in public, in the halls!"

"Yes, we got a couple of very funny looks from that lion and tiger couple. I swear she winked at me when you were considering what we were discussing!" Jessica laughed.

"Oh dear, I hope we didn't upset them!".

"Nah, but I think he is going to get a surprise later!" They both collapsed giggling on the couch.

After a couple of minutes they heard a knock on the door, and Amy went to answer it, while Jessica nipped into the bedroom to roll-up the ropes and pack away the gag and cock-tie.

Opening the door Amy was presented with the sight of a large laundry trolley, two identical female skunks, and a rather nervous Stefan peering over from behind it.

"Come in!" Amy giggled, seeing Stefan's discomfort. "Mrs. Ruatha and I are going to get out of your way shortly, so we won't be under your feet!"

They rolled the trolley in, and through to the bedroom. Stefan peered around and tried not to stare at the sight of Jessica packing the toys away. She had disrobed again, and was just wearing a thong and halter top. "Jane and Janet, yes? I'll be just a minute. Hello again, Stefan. Jane, could I have a quick word before you start please?" Jessica said.

"Of course, Mrs. Ruatha," one of the skunks piped up, and followed her back into the lounge.

Jessica closed the door to the bedroom and asked, "Jane, what are the house rules between staff and guest interaction?"

"Pardon, ma'am?"

"Well, is it allowed? Or will it get people in trouble?"

"Erm, well me and my sister are quite happily married..."

"What to each other?" Jessica interrupted.

"No, no, as I said we are true blood sisters!" Jane exclaimed.

"No, it's not you, not that you two aren't attractive. Amy, as you noticed, is a rabbit, and I can only do so much to allay her needs. She has taken a fancy to Stefan. She doesn't want to risk getting him in trouble."

"Stefan! Oh. Well as long as she is discreet, and he is off duty, the manager will turn a blind eye. After all, my sister and I both married ex-guests!" She giggled. "Extra services are of course not provided by the owners. It's the law you know!" She winked.

"That's okay then. I will keep her occupied until his shift is finished."

"Erm, he is rather new here though Miss. I think he only came in from Switzerland on a work visa a month ago. He is nineteen though, but I don't think he knew what he would come across when he started working here, if you know what I mean".

"Don't worry, I had guessed that when I teased him earlier. I will make sure she breaks him in gently!"

"Oh, I heard about that. He couldn't talk properly for half an hour after he delivered your coffee!" She giggled.

"Wait around and take your time changing the bed. Amy and I are just going to take care of cleaning the toys in the bathroom. He will get to overhear an interesting soundtrack as I help to take some of the stress out of Amy at the same time".

"You, Miss, are evil!" Jane said with a grin. "I think Janet and I might have to give him a show of our own, if you are going to get to vocal. You know us skunks are almost as highly sexed as rabbits."

"I've heard," Jessica said with a grin. "I remember a young stud called Alfred from before I met Ruth. He did have the habit of losing control though, and I had to burn the sheets!"

"Oh, dear. We will be careful. That does tend to happen sometimes, never grew out of it when we evolved from feral I'm afraid." Jane blushed.

Jessica re-entered the bedroom with Jane. Janet and Stefan had already started stripping the bed, while Amy was unpacking the fresh sheets. "Amy, could you give me a hand with these please?" she said, winking, picking up her bag of toys, and entering the wet room.

Jane sidled over to Janet and whispered something in her ear, starting her giggling. Stefan looked from one the other, and then at Amy disappearing into the wet room with Jessica, and started blushing again.

Amy closed the door firmly behind her, snicking the lock into place. "Now what did you two cook up?" she asked Jessica, slipping out of her clothes.

"Oh, I just confirmed what I hoped was okay with Jane. You have a free run at Stefan, as long as he's off duty." She grinned as she undid her halter, and stepped out of her thong. "Jane thinks he's as innocent as he appears as well, so you will have to be gentle."

"Ah, okay then. You will have to work hard to relieve me now then, as I doubt I can hold back for longer than a few minutes when I reel him in. He is not likely to be much use for more than that for the first time!"

"Don't worry, I warned Jane that we going to create an interesting sound track from in here, so by the time they are finished in there, he is likely to need a change of uniform anyway! Jane also says that if we get too noisy, her and her sister might too! You know skunks!" Jessica giggled.

"Well we had better get down to business then," Amy said, opening the bag. "What did you have in mind first?"

"Mmm, target practice. I am about ready to go after that coffee and all the spluttering we had in the shower. You sure you want to do this?".

"Well, how are we going to do this? It's not like we have built in pipes!" Amy said. "I suppose as Ruth seemed to enjoy it, it can't taste as bad as I think it does. And yes I would be using the toilet if we didn't"

"Well I have just the thing. It's in here somewhere," she said, digging into the bag. "It's a daft little gizmo I bought at a festival a couple of years back. Allows us girls to pee standing up! Oh and as to the taste, it's a little bitter, but otherwise quite palatable from what I licked off Ruth's claws the other morning. Ah! Found it," Jessica said, holding up a plastic funnel type affair with a squashed oval end.

"How does that fit?"

"Oh, it sort of slips in behind your lips like so." Jessica demonstrated. "Then you can stand up, and as long as you hold it, when you release it pours out of end in whatever direction it's aimed at. Great for slipping behind trees, or if you are feeling cheeky in the mosh pit, aim it at the floor!"

"Okay, who's first then?" Amy said, jiggling about.

"You have a go. If I lie on my back in the shower pit, you try standing on the toilet lid and aiming at me. Here let me try fitting it to you," she suggested with a raised brow.

"Okay." Amy giggled, climbing onto the toilet. Jessica approached, and knelt down in front of Amy, breathing out through her nostrils hard on Amy's nipples. "Ooooh, don't do that, or we won't get anywhere!" Amy exclaimed, twitching.

"Boy, you are in need, aren't you!" Jessica said, and extended her tongue tip, drawing a light circle around both breasts, causing Amy to shiver even more. Jessica extended her fingers and parted Amy's dripping lips, scratching her nub gently with a single claw.

"Ooooh shiiiiiittttt!" Amy moaned loudly, climaxing and spilling juices all over Jessica's hand. 'Well that was easy,' Jessica thought. 'Nice bit of lube as well now.' Parting the lips further, without adding another tease, Jessica slipped the funnel over the now sopping hole, allowing her labial flaps to pinch over the lip.

"Now hold it there please, Amy," Jessica said, guiding the rabbit's paw over to grip the pipe. I am just going to get into position.

"Okay Jessica," Amy panted. "Be quick, that almost caused me to burst".

"Ready, try and aim at my muzzle.......And release," Jessica commanded.

After a couple of false starts Amy managed to release her bladder into the funnel. The pressure forced a steady stream out of the pipe about three feet in front of her, missing Jessica altogether. "Quick, guide it!" Jessica shouted. Amy corrected her aim, and the stream landed in Jessica's open maw. "Oooooh, that's different." Jessica spluttered, moving her hand down to her now sopping slit and extending her claws in, drawing shapes in her own entrance.

"Ooooh, booooy!" Amy squeaked. "That feels so gooooooood." She started playing with her own nipples with her free hand, still draining her self into Jessica.

Amy sputtered to a halt after about thirty seconds, pulled the device from her lips, and caused another orgasm to rip through her body. Shuddering, when she finished moaning, she held the device forward to Jessica, who was still writhing on the tiled floor, lost in her own masturbation. "Your turn, Jess!" Amy said.

"What, oh sorry!" Jessica groaned, as she pulled her claws from her entrance. "I am a bit bigger than you, why don't I do this in a more direct fashion?"

"Oh, how were you thinking?"

"Well you come and lie here, and I will stand over you, and aim with the pipe".

"Okay, that sounds good to me," Amy said, hopping down. "Just here?" As she lay down in the shower enclosure, handing the funnel towards Jessica.

"Yes. Oh you are not getting away with it that easily!" she said, batting away Amy's paw. "You fit it to me!"

Amy giggled, lying down flat on her back as Jessica straddled her. She reached up and parted Jessica's lips with her short furry fingers. A warm musky liquid poured out which Amy couldn't resist sampling. "Mmm, that tastes of Ruth!" she exclaimed.

"Oh!, he must have really hit the spot earlier, and it's only just escaping!. Mind you he did manage to build for over thirty minutes! Must have been quite a filler for me! Ooooohhh keep up that licking, your tongue is so much softer than his," she moaned.

Amy continued her ministrations, until Jessica screeched, and released a whole new stream of fluid into Amy's mouth. "There. Favour returned, I think," she said, and parted the now soaking and flushed lips again, inserting the funnel.

Amy let her hands relax, one on her breasts and one fondling her own clit again. "Ready?"

"Ready." Jessica panted, and relaxed her bladder muscles, holding the pipe pointed at Amy's face. The stream of piss that emerged was far more powerful than Amy's, and Amy started choking. Quickly Jessica aimed lower at her breasts, as she couldn't stop. Amy started moaning again, as the combination of the taste in her mouth and the sensation of warm liquid being blasted onto her breast fur caused her to climb to a climax again.

Amy screamed as the sensory overload pushed over the edge, and her walls clamped down on her fingers. Jessica immediately altered her aim and squatted, pushing the pipe's end into Amy's spasming lips. It continued to spout warm pee at a considerable force into Amy's vagina, causing the poor rabbit to go into a continuous orgasm.

Screeching like a cat with its tail in a doorway, Amy started thrashing in ecstasy, one of her large flat feet accidentally jamming her toes into Jessica's tail hole. Jessica moaned heavily, and almost buckled her legs. Enough was enough, and Jessica let out a primal roar, pulling out the funnel, she tipped herself to the side to avoid crushing Amy, going into her own set of orgasms.

After they had both calmed down, they lay there panting in the aftermath, and heard a whimpering coming from the bedroom next door. Jessica looked at Amy. "That was different anyway! You thinking what I'm thinking?" she said, nodding towards the door.

"I believe so," Amy said, getting to her feet. Jessica stood up, and they walked quietly to the door. Unhitching the lock, they cracked the door open and sneaked a look around the frame. Jane and Janet were stripped naked, in a 69 position in the middle of the old sheets on the floor. Stefan was over in the corner by the door whimpering to himself, a large damp patch forming on his pants.

Closing the door quietly, Amy said with a giggle, "Well, at least that proves he is straight!"

"Yes it does, but I wasn't expecting the twins to be doing that!" Jessica laughed. "They are married, and sisters you know!"

"Let's have a shower!" Amy said loudly. "I want to go out in half an hour. I am hungry as well!".

There was a couple of squeaks and a scrabbling noise from the bedroom. "Good thinking Amy," Jessica whispered, walking back to the enclosure and turning the taps on full. "Let's get the smell out of your fur. I rinse clean easier!"

"Sounds good to me," she said, stepping into the shower. "Ouch!! that's hot!" Amy exclaimed, jumping out.

"Oops, sorry. Dragons can put up with much higher temperatures. Comes of being able to breathe fire, when required," Jessica apologised, turning the temperature down.

"You can breathe fire?"

"Yes, but only in emergencies, and we need strong alcohol to do it now at all. We evolved away from it, as we kept burning things down when we moved out of caves into buildings!"

"You will have to show me sometime!" Amy laughed, hopping back into the water.

"Will do, now let me help there," Jessica said with a grin, and began scrubbing Amy's fur, starting with her ears and slowly moving down her body, pausing to give more attention to her breasts and pussy, causing Amy to go into another series of orgasms.

Turning the water off, Jessica stepped out of the enclosure and lifted the quivering rabbit out, siting her on the toilet, and threw the towel at her. "Come on, that's enough for this afternoon. You know that was my first completely lesbian experience, and I rather enjoyed myself. I am quite looking forward to the next few days!"

She grabbed the hair dryer and quickly blasted the excess moisture of her scales, rubbing the shine back on with a cloth moistened with Kerashine out of her toiletry bag. Turning to Amy she held out the dryer, and offered to help.

"No, no more for now". Amy said patting herself with the towel. "I need to still be fresh enough to train Stefan later, if he is up for it!" She laughed.

"Oh, I think you can talk him around! Ready to go back through? They should have had time to sort themselves out by now," Jessica said, pulling on her halter and thong.

"I think so," Amy replied, grabbing her clothes from where they had been pushed, and getting dressed herself.

They opened the bathroom door, and walked back into the bedroom. To give them their due the girls had done and admirable job. They were both dressed and were just turning the top covers of the newly made bed back. Stefan waddled carefully behind them and disappeared into the bathroom. "Just going to tidy up in here Mrs Ruatha," he said, and closed the door behind him. The sound of the hair dryer was heard.

Jane and Janet giggled. "Just what he is going to clear up is not known, but we can guess!" they chimed.

"So can we!" Jessica laughed. "We sneaked a peek around the door when we had just finished our cleaning session! Anyway, I thought you two were married?"

"We are," Jane said. "But we married a couple of twins."

"We all live together, and the boys sometimes like to sit back and watch us!" Janet continued.

"We've been playing with each other since we got the urges!"

"Safer than with boys!"

"No risk of pregnancy!" they finished together, giggling.

"Well you certainly put a show on for Stefan. Looked like you didn't need our interaction in there!" Amy giggled.

"So are you going to try and get him?" Jane asked.

"Yes, but later after we have had a meal. Can you suggest somewhere other than downstairs?"

"What do you like?"

"Veggie for me, but Jessica needs meat," Amy said.

"Try Giovani's on the promenade. It's about ten minutes walk. He does a good seafood platter for two. You could have the salad, and Mrs. Ruatha the lobster and fish," Jane said.

"Thank you. Does that sound okay to you, Jessica?"

"Sounds great." As they spoke, the bathroom door opened behind them and Stefan stepped out, looking a bit tidier.

"What time do you finish Stefan?" Amy asked.

"Erm, six p.m. Miss".

"Good, care to join us for a meal at seven o'clock at Giovani's, to make up for all our teasing today?"

"Errr, is that allowed Jane?" he looked over to the skunk, appearing unsure if he was hoping for a yes or a no.

"Yes it is," she replied, hiding a giggle behind her paw.

"Okay, you have no excuses then. Go and get showered and changed after work," Amy said, deliberatly sniffing the musky air hanging around Stefan with a grin. "And meet us down there then. My treat."

"Errr, okay then," he replied blushing.

Jane and Janet giggled, knowing what was coming, and piled the messed sheets into the trolley. They started towards the door and called Stefan to give them a hand opening it. As Stefan opened the door, Jane whispered to Amy. "Be gentle, he is a nice lad, but shy. We offered him the chance to join us when you were in the bathroom, but he chose to embarrass himself in the corner."

"Don't worry. I will. Where does he live by the way?" Amy replied.

"Oh, the singles have boxrooms in the basement here."

"The management doesn't check on them?"

"Yes, but I will cover for him. After all, that's how we met our husbands. They can't offer our services legally, but they encourage us if we wish to interact. You might be what Stefan needs to bring him more into the team."

"Okay, depending on how things go, we may need your services again tomorrow!" Amy finished.

"It will be our pleasure, although after this afternoon, you may have more help than you can handle. It's been the best day here for Janet and I since Thomas and Toby stayed and got us drunk!" Jane giggled again, leaving the room.

Amy laughed as she left, closing the door. "Well that went better than anticipated." Jessica said, having overheard the conversation.

"Yes, at least I know the rest of the staff will be on my side if I manage to reel him out of his shyness. I really hope I do. Don't get me wrong, you were wonderful Jessica, but as you predicted I really do hanker after something of a male persuasion inside me. Even if it is inexperienced."

"Don't worry. I knew you would. I'll just sit on the chaise lounge by the window with a couple of toys, and watch you on the bed until you have finished with him. I can join you for sleep when he is spent," Jessica said.

"That's assuming I can get him up here!"

"Oh, you will dear. You have me to persuade him if he's reluctant. Once your clothes come off he will co-operate. You know what teens are like!" Jessica laughed. "Remind me to order him some Schnapps."

"Ha! Yes a bit of inner lubrication should do the trick with his nerves! Shall we go for a walk before heading to the restaurant?"

"Yes, I could do with working a few kinks out of my system. Horizontal exercise is all well and good, but a brisk stroll and a stretch of my wings won't do me any harm either!" Jessica replied, heading for the door.

"Erm, you forgetting something?" Amy said, pointing to the fact that Jessica was still only in her thong and halter.

"Ah, yes." She grinned and dashed into the bedroom, grabbing a summer skirt and blouse.

A moment later, they walked out of the room, locking it behind them, and strolled down the stairs. As they passed reception, the cat called out. "Mrs Ruatha, a bag has arrived for Miss Amy."

"Thank you, we'll grab it later as we come back in. Just going down to the front for a stroll and a drink."

"Okay, night porter will keep it available for you. Oh, and the house manager filled me in, so I apologise for staring earlier."

"Don't worry, we were a bit full on. Sorry we embarrassed you," Amy said, as they left the lobby.

"How much do you weigh Amy?" Jessica asked as she adjusted her pouch straps.

"About sixty kilos. Why?"

"Oh, only this....". Jessica grabbed Amy by the mid-drift, and started running. "Hold on tight!" Without further warning, she threw herself, Amy helplessly along for the ride, off the cliff edge in front of the hotel.

"IIIIIYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEIEIEIEIEIEIEIEIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!" Amy screamed, as the world dropped out from under her.

"Whhhoopppiiieeeee!!!" Jessica shouted as she snapped her wings open and executed a sweeping dive out towards the sea, looping around in a glide back towards the promenade, and performing a perfect backwinged landing, placing Amy back on the ground in front of her. Sniffing the air she said, "You wet yourself? Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"Oh, you scared me alright, but it wasn't me wetting myself. The unexpected thrill pushed me over again, and some of what you pumped into me earlier must have leaked," Amy gasped, panting heavily.

"Damn girl, what the hell is it like living with your drive. I thought I was prolific in having to get Ruth interested at least once a day. That must have been you fifteenth or sixteenth since you got here this morning." Jessica exclaimed.

"I had to help myself a few times on the train as well, hoping for more later." Amy sighed. "It will settle again when my brain knows I have a steady mate. I will only need five or six a day to control myself then. Bollix, my dress is all damp now, I can't eat with Stefan and you while stinking of dragon piss!"

"Let me see what I can do about that." Jessica said, and started hiccoughing. A couple of false starts and rough coughs later, she continued, "Yup thought so, just enough of that coffee's whisky left in my stomach. Hold very still please."

Jessica made a low whistling noise with pursed lips, and suddenly a Amy saw a spark leap from the roof of her mouth. A strong smell of alcohol intensified, and then a small blue flame ignited, emerging from Jessica's mouth. She directed it so that it didn't quite touch the cloth of Amy's dress, but Amy could feel the heat penetrating her fur. The smell of evaporating urine almost made Amy gasp, but she held herself for the thirty seconds it took for Jessica to dry the dress, before the flame sputtered out.

"There you go, who needs a tumble dryer when you have a dragon handy!" Jessica joked, coughing a bit, then taking some long deep breaths. "I bloody hate doing that, but needs must."

"How did you do that? Doesn't it burn you?" Amy exclaimed.

"Only if we forget, and breath in while still lit!" Jessica laughed. "As to how, our stomachs isolate appropriate fuel, storing it, and this little nub in the roof of our mouths stores ambient static, and can produce a spark if we let it," she continued, opening her jaw wide and pointing out a rounded ridge with a tooth like tip. "We call it our Thor's thimble."

"Why don't you do it all the time?"

"Oh, we evolved away from fire-breathing as I said before. Too inconvenient. All dragons discharge their thimbles daily in some way or another, or we can numb our tongues. You can give a interesting blow-job with it though. Kept Ruth erect all night when I accidentally discharged it on our honeymoon giving him one." She laughed dreamily. "That was a great night, but he won't let me do it again!"

"I'd bloody bet he won't!" Amy laughed looking at her watch. "Bollix look at the time, we only have ten minutes to meet Stefan."

"Oh, crap. Come on then, I can see Giovani's from here." Jessica said, and they briskly walked down the prom, ignoring the stares they generated from the display they had just put on. They arrived at the door with but three minutes to spare, and they saw Stefan come around the corner in smart trousers and a light shirt.

"Sunday best, eh?" Jessica whispered to Amy, generating a giggle. "Table for three please," she asked the Maitre-dee as he appeared.

"Ah you are in luck ladies, and gentleman. The one in the window has just cleared. Please come this way," the mink said, and threaded his way through the tables to a window seat. "Are there any drinks I may get you, while you look at the menus?"

"Water for- No, make that a light Pinot grigio please," Jessica asked.

"I will have the same please," Amy said.

"And the gentleman?" The mink prompted.

"Erm, oh, erm I will try a white wine please," Stefan stuttered.

"Better make it a bottle of the Pinot then, thank you," Jessica said, and took the menus from the mink's hand.

"As you wish Ma'am." The mink bowed and left them to get comfy.

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Ruth snorted, as the otter in the driving seat called to him. "Time to wake sir. We are just exiting the M4 now. We will be at drop off in fifteen minutes."

"What? Oh, thank you!" Ruth said, pulling himself awake. He watched out the window as they entered the approach tunnel. As they came out the other end a huge A380 thundered in to land on the runway, kicking up a cloud of tyre smoke.

The cab pulled up outside the departure entrance to the terminal and the otter jumped out. He opened the boot, and handed Ruth his bags. "There you go sir, it's seven o'clock so you are in plenty of time."

"Thank-you Gordon," Ruth said as he handed over the business credit card. "Add a tenner on for your tip."

"Thank you sir, although you certainly gave me a laugh after I picked you up," he said as he pulled the portable processing machine from the front seat, entered the amount, and passed it to Ruth for the authorisation.

Ruth tapped in the code, and handed the machine back to Gordon. "Have a good trip sir, may we meet again at some point."

"Same to you, drive safely." Gordon climbed back behind the wheel and pulled off, waving. Ruth picked up his luggage, and strolled through the doors towards the check-in desks.

"Ah! Mr. Ruatha!"

Ruth turned his head, at the sound of the shout. Spotting a serval beckoning him from the customer services desk, he changed direction and walked over. "Yes?"

"Ah Mr. Ruatha, glad it's you. Don't get too many dragons through here, and you being white, it was easy to spot you..." the cat waffled.

"Can I help you?" Ruth asked, interrupting.

"What? Oh yes, sorry. I do tend to overdo things. It's my job to help you you know, job title and all..."

"Ahem!"

"Oh, at it again!. Yes, erm can I see some identification please? Your company has left some items for you to pick-up, but I need to confirm who you are officially." The serval finished, finally getting to the point.

Ruth fished in his carry-pouch and pulled out his passport. "This do?"

"Yes, that's fine." The serval opened it at the picture page and compared it to Ruth. "Yup, that looks okay. Right here you go, let me see, you have a tailor's bag, and this envelope," he said, passing them over the counter to Ruth.

"My passport please?"

"Whoops, sorry..." the feline mumbled as he handed it back, looking sheepish. "Anything else I can help you with?"

"Yes. Is TA617 running on time?"

"Erm, yes, it arrived inbound about forty minutes ago, so it's on turn around now. Anything else?"

"No that will be all thank you," Ruth turned and resumed his walk towards check-in. He slid a claw under the envelope's flap and opened it. He pulled his tickets and visa out, checking all were in order, but leaving the memory cards and file in the envelope. Stopping at a bench he carefully folded the tailor's bag and zipped it into the top of his suitcase, trusting that the suit would fit.

He approached the business class desks for Air Tangara, and presented his tickets to the bored looking red setter on the other side. She smiled and greeted him, glancing at the tickets. "Ah Mr. Ruatha? Passport and visa please."

Ruth handed them over. "Didn't think I needed the visa until I landed?"

"Oh, it's only a precaution. Saves you getting turned around at the other end if there is a problem. Part of the service. Yes everything is in order," she replied, tapping some things into the computer's keyboard. The printer beside her started to spit slips out. "Says here you are catching a charter with us when you land, to Cairns. The flight crew should guide you to the aircraft when you arrive. Strange that you are not in first class."

"Until ten a.m. this morning, I didn't know that I was going anywhere!" Ruth answered, accepting the boarding cards off the setter, as she clipped the tags onto his suitcase and sent it down the belt.

"Oh! Rush job. Ah, I see first class is fully booked. Don't worry you have all the same facilities available. You are on one of our new A380's, so you should be quite comfortable."

"Thank you. Which way is security?"

"Just down there sir, follow the blue stripe," she said, pointing at the floor. "Have a good flight."

"I hope so." Ruth joked, partially unfurling his wings. "First time in one of these artificial tubes!"

"Oh," she chuckled. "Don't worry, they are perfectly safe sir," she finished, turning to the next customer.

Ruth walked down the blue tiled stripe, and turned the corner, almost stumbling into the back of the queue. 'Oh shit,' he thought, then spotted a side gate marked business and first class with only three people waiting at it. He walked over, and when the monkey couple and a very twitchy koala passed through, he presented his card to the bear and slipped his carry pouch onto the scanner's belt. "Envelope sir?" The bear commanded.

"It's got memory cards loose in it, they will be wiped," Ruth said, handing it over.

"Let me take a look sir. Ah that's okay, I will pass them over the other side, please step through the arch."

Ruth walked through the beam without a hitch. The bear's colleague, a lion, handed him back the envelope and pouch, guiding him towards the business lounge. "Thank you," Ruth said.

"You're welcome."

Ruth glanced at his watch. '20:00 already...' Boarding would be in thirty minutes. He walked into the lounge, and was greeted by the site of a private bathroom to the left, and a bar to the right. A large glass window showed a view of the aprons, the planes awaiting dispatch at the gates. The chairs in the middle were large and comfy, with leather arms and backs. Ruth walked over to the bar and ordered an orange and lemonade. "That will be four pounds sir," the rather attractive gecko bartender said.

"Pardon?"

"Four pounds sir."

"That's ridiculous!" Ruth said, handing over a five pound note.

"I know, but I just follow my instructions. Don't try the beer, you will have a heart attack!" the gecko joked. "So, don't see many of you dragons around here. What brings you to get on a plane?"

"Oh, boss says I have to go and try and nail a contract merge in Aus. Best dragon for the job, or so they think, so I got dragged away from my first holiday in three years with my mate and rushed to the airport. I hope it's worth it, as I am more than a little nervous boarding one of those," He gestured over his shoulder at the window.

"Ah, been mated long?"

"Yes. Ten years."

"Kids?" the bar maid prodded.

"Had just decided to try for them last night, then this happens".

"Oh, well I wish you luck when you get back."

"Oh, I doubt I'll need luck then. I need this contract though. If I get it, I will be promoted, or so the company said," Ruth sighed.

"Well good luck with the contract sir. Maybe we will meet again if you end up flying through."

"Mmm, maybe we will. Right, got to start reading these files," Ruth said waving the envelope at her. "Thanks for the conversation."

"Okay. They will be calling you for boarding in about fifteen minutes," she said glancing at the monitor over the bar.

"Thank you". Ruth sat down and got his dPhone out, sliding one of the memory cards into the port on the side. As he waited for it to load, he rifled through the paperwork with it. It was a copy of the brief that he'd read earlier. Putting it back in the envelope he looked at the information starting to scroll across the screen.

"WOULD ALL PASSENGERS FOR FLIGHT TA 617 PLEASE REPORT TO GATE 23. THANK YOU," came over the overhead P.A.

"Bloody hell!" Ruth muttered, putting his phone back into his pouch, and picking up the envelope. He followed the others out of the lounge, and on down the skyway to the gate. He reported to the desk with the others and handed his boarding card over.

The spaniel-mix bitch behind the desk glanced up at Ruth. "Oh! Hold there please sir for a moment. Julie, have you got the earth please?" she called over to the tigeress on the standard class desk.

"Yes, here you go Kelly," Julie threw a plugged wire with a flat end over to her, trying not to stare.

Kelly plugged the wire into desk and handed the flat end to Ruth. "Can you discharge please?"

"Pardon?"

"Bite and discharge your thimble please sir. Pressurised oxygen environment on board sir, and we can't risk any sparks. Cuts the fire risk. First time flier I assume?"

"On one of these anyway." Ruth laughed, and placed the flat end in his mouth.

CCRRRRAAACCCCCKK!

The monitor on the desk lit up, indicating the charge had passed through. "Thank you sir. I apologise for the inconvenience. Please go through the door and up the stairs. Enjoy your trip."

"No problem miss." Ruth took his boarding card back and walked up the stairs. A Siamese cat beckoned him from the end of the air-bridge, and he stepped through the pressure door into the plane, handing the card to one of the waiting stewardesses.

"Mr. Ruatha, I apologise, but our flight is overbooked in business and a passenger has taken your seat. We have some empty suites in first class and if you prefer, I can upgrade you if you don't mind the change." The stewardess said as she presented his card.

"Yes, that's no problem. Erm it won't cost more, will it?"

"No sir. Our mistake, so no charge."

'These seats are pretty damn big!' he thought, as he looked at the leather seats which were twice his body width as they passed. A set of stairs led from the first floor, with a lounge to the right of the staircase with a shelf full of snacks.

"The lounge will be opened once the captain has turned off the seatbelt sign. It is exclusively for both first class and business class passengers," informed the stewardess.

He followed her downstairs, and was handed over to another flight attendant. To his dismay, she was a rabbit.

"If you follow me this way please," requested the rabbit.

She led Ruth to a room on the second row, and opened the sliding door to the compartment. It was a simple room with a business class seat facing a HD plasma TV screen mounted on the front wall and a window to the side. 'I guess this is better than cattle class,' Ruth thought as he settled himself in the seat.

"Good evening Mr. Ruatha. My name is Maria Tan, and I will be your personal flight attendant for the London to Singapore segment of the flight. If you have any requests, please push the call button over here..." she pointed to the indicated button, "and I will be happy to fulfil anything you need. Please do not close your door until the captain has turned off the seat-belt sign. Your seat and entertainment system will also not be functional until the captain has turned off the seat-belt sign. Once it is safe to move around the cabin, the lounge and bar will be open for use. Do you have any questions or requests you wish to have answered, Mr. Ruatha?."

"I was told that first class was overbooked at check-in."

"We had a last minute cancellation from a company which had booked out half the suites. Would you like to look at the dinner menu?"

Ruth shook his head and the rabbit left him alone. He took a peek out the window. Strangely enough, there on the tarmac was a group of dragons with strobe lighting tied onto their backs. He could have sworn one of them was waving at him.

'Flight attendants, please arm the doors'. Boomed the PA.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. Welcome aboard Air Tangara flight 617 from London to Sydney via Singapore. My name is Mohammed Faraj and the first officer is Mr. Kirandeep Badyal. We are just about to push back from the gate and begin our journey down to Singapore, which is a twelve hour and forty minute flight. Passengers sitting on the right side of the plane may notice a group of at least a hundred dragons on the tarmac. They are competing in this year's Metal Dragon race, a fierce competition which tests a dragon's stamina for flying long distances. This year they will be embarking on a journey from London Heathrow airport to Le Louvre in Paris via the English Channel. The flight attendants will be making a safety demonstration on board this Airbus A380. For your own safety, please pay close attention to this presentation. Thank you!"

Ruth's TV screen lit up, showing a Rough Collie sitting on the engine intake of an A380. The subtext at the bottom said 'First Officer Gwen Miles, A340/A330, A320 and G650 Senior First Officer (Air Tangara Sydney Division).'

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard. You are currently flying on the world's biggest airliner."

'No shit, Sherlock,' Ruth thought.

"For your own safety, please pay attention to the following safety procedures in the unlikely event of an accident."

"What?!"

He had never liked the idea of flying artificially, and now they were preparing him for his death. Ruth gulped as the flying machine was pushed away from the gate. There's no way he could turn back now. Ruth looked out of his door and saw another passenger sitting in another compartment. He seemed to be asleep without any look of anxiety on his face. Ruth turned back to the TV screen where they were showing a husky putting on a life jacket. Apart from the showers, he was not a huge fan of water.

Ruth turned his head to the window. If he were to watch the safety demonstration any longer, he would go mentally insane. The runway stretched to the right of the plane. It was occupied by the group of dragons, as they mentally prepared themselves for take-off. A mouse wearing a headset and carrying a huge VHF radio marched along the side of the group. He was speaking into the microphone, and gave a thumbs up sign to a goat in the distance. The goat responded by blowing a whistle, which cued all the contestants to spread their wings.

Ruth watched eagerly as the dragons psyched themselves for the challenging route. The goat fired an empty pistol in the air, and as one, they flapped their wings in a flurry of motion. They lifted into the air, frantically trying to get ahead of each other. As they jostled for position, few of them clipped wings, and Ruth could imagine the swearing that was passing between the combatants!

A moaning sound was heard from the engines as they slowly began to start up. The tow truck that was pushing back and taxiing the plane drove onto the runway and turned away on the next taxiway to the right. Ruth could no longer see the contestants as they flew off into the distance. The only thing he could make out was the flashing strobe lights they wore. A hydraulic whirr was heard as the flaps began expanding the wing. Once all four engines were running at idle speed, an announcement was made by the first officer.

"Flight attendants; please be seated for take-off. Ladies and gentlemen this is First Officer Badyal speaking. We have just been cleared for take-off and I'd like to ask that you please make sure that your seat-belt is securely fastened. Thank you!"

The four Rolls Royce engines rumbled, as they brought the over-sized metal sloth onto the runway. The plane made a right turn to line up with the runway centre-line before the throttles were advanced to take-off power. They screamed and vibrated, pressing Ruth back into his chair.

"Fuck!" he shouted, as he was pinned back against the leather seat.

Ruth stared in horror out the window as the view outside became a blur. He'd never assumed his life would end this way, in a tube speeding faster than a formula one race car exploding upon impact in a ball of flame. Ruth slouched down as he felt himself becoming heavier by the second.

"Oh shit, help me!"

Ruth closed his eyes as he awaited for death to lay his fingers all over him. He waited in fear for the world to end but it never came. He slowly opened his eyes. He must be in heaven, he couldn't feel anything. The engines idled slightly, and the nose of the plane was readjusted to the climb angle.

"No, I'm not dead. I just felt that drop." whispered Ruth.

Ruth looked out of the window. He knew that planes flew at high altitude, but this was outrageous! The clouds had to be thousands of feet below him. 'The plane is flying remarkably smoothly,' he thought. With the infamous British weather at high altitudes, a dragon can only dream of flying in such a comforting manner; cosy from the winds attacking its flight path and giving them nothing but turbulence. Ruth let out a sigh of relief -- it turned out these flying machines were safe after all. A chime ran through the plane, followed by an announcement from a Singaporean woman.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is now safe to move about in the cabin. My name is Maria Tan and I am the chief flight attendant on board this aircraft. Dinner will be served shortly with a choice of Singaporean Laksa or Irish Shepard's Pie in Economy class. Passengers flying in business class and first class may opt for their meal at any point in their flight. The entertainment system will be up and running within the next five minutes and should you have any requests, please do not hesitate to call upon the crew."

Ruth unfastened his seatbelt and got out of his suite. He walked to the front exit area where Maria was polishing a crystal glass in the First Class bar.

"Can I help you Mr. Ruatha?"

"Depends on the pricing." Ruth replied, having been stung at the airport.

"Everything is free of charge Mr. Ruatha. Would you like some Dom Perignon?"

"Please. What about the lounge at Heathrow?"

"Our company is having difficulties negotiating a lounge area in London so we are sharing one with Kingdom Airways. Lots of people have been complaining about being charged for the food and drinks there, but it should be better when you get to Singapore for the stopover. Everything there is included your ticket, including the grill which offers a very nice steak dinner."

Ruth took the glass of Champagne from the counter, but what struck him was how 'well-mannered' Maria was behaving. This left him absolutely confused about Maria's ability to control her hormone levels, which was completely the opposite of how Amy expressed her own frustrations in his office.

"Mind if I ask you a very personal question, that you don't have to answer?"

Ruth took a sip of Perignon from the crystal wine glass. It was not as good as he'd imagined, but he still enjoyed the grape texture that came with it.

"By all means Mr. Ruatha."

"I've noticed that your species tends to have... ah... highly active hormones. There's a rabbit who works for me, and she's always trying to seduce me at all the wrong times. I almost have to fend her off at times! How do you deal with the... um... urges? It might help her out."

Maria gave a slight chuckle to his question. She didn't seem taken back by it in any single way. "It's due to cultural differences. When I hit puberty, my parents used to beat me when they caught me doing all sorts of raunchy things. I did things which ranged from going on porn websites, to masturbating in the showers. I eventually learnt how to control myself, which is why I believe my parents did the right thing. Don't get me wrong! When I get home, all I want to do is have sex with my boyfriend. I can always tire him out by the next morning. From what I've heard, European parents allow their kittens to go with the flow since it is a natural thing."

'If only Amy had, had Asian parents when she'd grown up,' thought Ruth. Amy's recklessness could have cost his relationship and his job if he'd not been so lucky.

"I beg your pardon sir."

He moved back and a Chinese dragoness walked past him, carrying a tray of roasted lamb chops and tiramisu. Ruth stared in interest at the wingless dragon. The fact that she worked as a flight attendant added more to his interest, since it was a known fact that dragons wanted nothing to do with aeroplanes. The dragoness stopped by the staircase before deeply inhaling the cabin air. He dropped his Champagne and it shattered by his feet; she was levitating and floating up the stairs. Ruth followed her up and found her serving a passenger sitting on the sofa in the lounge. The dragoness turned around and smiled at him.

"First time I've seen a dragon on a plane," commented the flight attendant. To Ruth's surprise, she had a beautiful Southern Irish accent.

"How the hell did you levitate? The best I can do is flap my wings!"

"It's a Chinese art of allowing 'qi' to flow through your body, darling. You need to harness that energy and distribute it evenly through your mind and soul. Can I get you anything for dinner?"

Ruth stared at her in awe before answering her question. "No, but thank you for offering. I've got a long journey ahead of me."

The dragoness nodded her head and walked past him. She stopped at the staircase again to control her 'qi' before floating back down to the first floor. Ruth shrugged his shoulders as he made his way back to his suite on the first floor. Ruth noticed that Maria was on her knees, cleaning up the broken glass he dropped.

"Sorry about the mess. Do you need any help?"

"No thank you Mr. Ruatha, it's part of my job. Are you about to go to bed? I've got your mattress set up for the night."

"Just about to, good night and thank you!"

Ruth entered his suite and locked the door behind him, taking off his shoes he positioned himself for a good night's rest on a bed at 38000 feet