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Here we go...Chapter 11. Thanx to all my usual overseer's.

Chapter 11.

The shared cab pulled up outside Amy's flat, and she reached for her purse. Jessica stopped her hand midway.

"You go on...The cab is heading to mine now with me. I will settle up when we get there." Jessica said.

"You sure? You've already paid for so much for me on this unexpected break." Amy queried with a cute twitching of her ears.

"Yeah, I would have had to pay a lot more for the services we have provided each other at the hotel, if you hadn't turned up with Ruth's tickets and instructions and they had arrived via courier. You can always continue to pay me back in our mutual ways at some point in the future, when Ruth is away on business," Jessica winked at Amy, who was blushing at the suggestion, and the fact the cabbie was clearly watching them in the rear view mirror.

"Well in that case, I know he works later than me some days... I will send you an email to see if you are free," Amy said opening the cars door.

"You must also head over to one of my sales parties if you have a corresponding afternoon off," Jessica said with a grin. "I have a feeling that until you find a steady mate you will need some extra help."

Amy grinned back. "Depending on how this Australia trip has gone for him, I am guessing that he may end in London for a few days soon. When is your next one scheduled?"

Jessica rummaged in her pouch and withdrew a diary, flicking through the pages. "Ten days... that's a week on Thursday."

"Well, if I know the way the company works, Ruth will still be in debrief or in the process of being back-slapped by then, so count me in. Thank you." Amy said as she stepped out.

"Will do. Now go and get a rest; after this morning I know I need one!" Jessica laughed.

Amy laughed with her and closed the door, hopping up the porch steps to the communal entrance of the block.

Jessica turned to the cabbie, "Underhill Villa please. It's on Oak lane, Mottram," she said with a yawn.

"No problem Ma'am. Should be there in around twenty minutes," the old fox behind the wheel replied.

"Thank you. If you can't find it, wake me and I will guide you to the drive," Jessica yawned again.

"It's the big place next to the Goose green isn't it?"

"Yes," Jessica said surprised.

"Then feel free to doze. I take customers to the holiday lets there sometimes. I know where your house is."

"Thank you," Jessica replied, dozing off as the cab pulled away from the curb-side.

****

Meanwhile down at Heathrow, Ruth was stretching his wings as he was preparing to disembark and join the queue at the baggage reclaim. He yawned heavily as there was a knock at his cabin door, the time lag starting to catch up on him.

"Come in," he said, stifling another yawn with his hand.

Wan and Heidi entered with smiles on their faces.

"We thought we would come and wish you good wishes and health for your future before you left," Heidi said, hugging him and planting a kiss on his snout.

Wan held out his hand. "I meant what I said as well. Contact us soon Mr. Ruatha. I am sure that Heidi here would love to meet with you again, and I would love to work and extend my 'qi' in any way to you for aiding our meeting."

Ruth took the dragons hand firmly and shook it. "It was nothing really... Maria is asmuch responsible for the meeting as I am. Without her persuasion I would have never have agreed to host Heidi, and the situation you witnessed would never have occurred."

Heidi blushed, and Wan grinned. "I will agree with you on the second point anyway. I did some research into the females of my species while we were descending. What has occurred here on this flight has happened before... but on very rare occasions, and never to such an extent. The documented cases also said that continued stimulation produced the best results." He glanced sideways at Heidi, who was more red than gold now. "It seems, that should she be agreeable...a source of that stimulation will have to be found as well...I am also beginning to hope that she will grant me the chance to provide it." He finished smiling.

Heidi nodded sideways at him, "We shall see Mr. Chan, we shall see. Now I am afraid duty calls, and I must insist that you both depart now before the cleaning crews chase you out!"

Ruth grinned, and Wan laughed. "Very well Heidi, I need to make my hotels check in, and I am sure Ruth needs to get home," Wan bowed to Ruth and left the cabin.

"I have at least another four hours travel by train and cab to get home myself. I am sure we will meet again Heidi." Ruth said smiling at her as he picked up his carry pouch.

He found himself hanging in the air upside down and revolving as Heidi walked towards him with a smile plastered across her face. She parked him in front of her snout and gave him a fully inverted snog before placing him gently back on his feet.

"If you thought you were going without my proper thank you... you were an idiot. Regardless of where things go from now on with Wan... I will be keeping my memento's of our union, and you will never be forgotten by me as the first man who ever tamed my spirit, and extended my fortunes in the process. Should things go awry with your mate at any point in the future you will always find me a willing mate, even if I have divorce whoever is my present partner." She kissed him heartily again, set him down, then turned and left without giving Ruth chance to reply.

Ruth shook his head to clear it of the excess blood from his inversion, and strapped his pouch to his chest. Walking down the cabins corridor he emerged in the bar area, and headed to the door. Heidi had vanished, but Wynne grinned at him from his station at the top of the jet-way.

"See you again Mr. Ruatha?" he queried.

"With luck Wynne, with luck. I hope to be accompanied by my mate though in the future, should I end up setting up in Australia," Ruth replied, taking his hand and shaking it. "If the gossip mill hasn't already latched on, you have Heidi's notice period for you and Maria to claim your forfeits."

Wynne winked. "I shall inform Maria personally. I am sure that we can arrange something. Thank you for the information."

Ruth let his hand go, glancing around for Maria.

"Ahem, Maria had to attend a passenger that tripped and fell in economy. She is sorry to miss your departure." Wynne said, as he observed Ruth's hesitancy.

"Ah, well in that case I don't have to be worried about anymore wet machine-gunning!" Ruth grinned. "Wish her my best with Kirandeep, and with her fun with Heidi."

"I will do sir. Now I believe the cleaning crews are waiting for you to leave." He pointed to an apron-ed polecat who was hovering at the head of a group of other assorted species at the bottom of the ramp.

"Then I will delay then no longer. See you soon Wynne."

"I hope I do Mr Ruatha," Wynne replied, as he stepped down onto the ramp.

Ruth strolled down the jetway, apologising to the polecat as he passed her. Going to the baggage reclaim, he collected his suitcase, and then passed through passport and customs with no hitches. He walked into the first-class lounge, and tried the door to the showers. It didn't budge, and he noticed the sign saying that they were closed for maintenance, and he would have to use the ones in the other terminal if required. He looked at his watch, and decided a shower could wait until when he was home. He walked out of the lounge, glancing at the overhead signage, he strolled down to the underground station, purchased some rail tickets to Macclesfield, and boarded the Heathrow express into Central London.

Seven hours, three delays, two changes and much swearing about Sunday train services, he stepped out of the train, and picked up a cab from the rank for the ten minute trip to his home. 'Jessica will be surprised by my early arrival, even if it is after midnight' he thought as he paid the cabbie and stepped out onto his driveway.

There were no lights on, other than the porch security, so he quietly let himself in, and placed his travel bag and pouch next to the stairs. He used the downstairs facilities and then quietly ascended the staircase and opened the shared bedroom door. Jessica was lying naked, and snoring on top of the bed-sheets, without any sort of covering. The window was open, allowing a cooling summer breeze to draft in and freshen the air.

Ruth considered joining her, but then thought back to his phones contents, and decided that it wouldn't be fair. He knew her automatic reaction to his unexpected appearance would be to pounce him, which would be very nice, but wouldn't give him a chance to explain his dilemma. He quietly backed out of the bedroom, and went back downstairs to spend the remainder of the night on the sofa, in order to avoid disturbing one of the guest rooms. Stripping his clothes off, he piled the cushions up against one arm and made himself comfy, before dropping into an exhausted sleep.

****

Jessica yawned and stretched every muscle in her body to its full extent. The sun was streaming in through the Victorian leaded sash windows, splashing beams across her legs and feet, and reflecting back off her scales against the mirrors she had fitted to the ceiling in her retrofitting of the house. She glanced at the bedside clock, noting it was ten in the morning, then realised what had woken her, as the church bells down the valley started their Sunday peels after the warm up which must have penetrated her sleep.

"Bloody God botherers! Don't they realise people like to lie in on a weekend," she muttered and tried to block the noise from her ears with a pillow.

She gave up after ten minutes, and still grumbling, tipped herself off the bed onto her feet. She walked up to the bedrooms front bay window in all her glory, and lifted them open wide to the summer morning sun, hoping to catch the eye of anyone walking on the lane. Apart from the feral wildlife, and a whistle from a passing Corvidae that she only caught a glimpse of, no one was in evidence.

She sighed, "Well at least Ruth should be back soon...maybe even today," she muttered and turned to use the shower and the en-suite. Her hand hovered over her toy bag for a second, but she left it, deciding that she needed to be totally receptive if he turned up later. After a thorough shower. She buffed her scales to the point of glowing, and picked up a fresh halter top, and some torn hem denim shorts, slipping into them and some sandals before checking her purse and fetching some cash from the safe for food shopping. She headed downstairs, intending to take stock of the kitchens contents.

She turned the corner in the hallway, and stubbed her exposed toe talons Ruth's luggage with a curse. She looked down, and realised what it was, then glanced up the stairs wondering why he hadn't woken her on his arrival. She quickly dropped her purse on the side table, and ran back up the stairs to find him, and give him his welcome home. She checked the guest rooms, and scratched her head as she found them undisturbed. She walked back down the the stairs and listened carefully, before hearing a light snore coming from the lounge.

Jessica grinned, and opened the door a crack, noting her mate was lying naked on his back on the sofa, the window was south west facing, so the sun hadn't reached his head yet, but was casting reflections off the scales on his feet and legs. It was also kissing his exposed ball sack. Although sleeping he was suffering from a great case of morning wood. 'I wonder who he is dreaming of,' she thought with a smile, and quietly removed her halter, placing it on one of the chairs.

She approached his waving shaft, which was flagging gently with each breath that he took, and decided from the pre that was beading on the tip, that if she approached it any other way than orally, they would end up having to pay for upholstery of the cushions again, as his current position was unsuitable for quick mount. Grinning widely, she gently ran her tongue in a spiral from his sack to his glans, causing him to grunt and snort, and his hand to clench into a fist while still unconscious.

Jessica stifled a laugh at her mates unconscious reaction, and then ensuring that her thimble didn't contact his shaft, took it's full and glorious length into her maw, swallowing the glans with her well trained muscles.

Ruth's foot and leg cocked in a running action, and kicked at the air as the sensation penetrated his feral brain. He emitted a long sigh, and his hips twitched in a minor thrust as Jessica started to bob, running her tongue in tight spiraled circles around the full length of his shaft.

Jessica kept one eye on her mates head, watching for any sign that he was on the point of fully awakening, as she had no intention of wasting his seed in her stomach. The eggs were her priority now, and she wanted him inside of her cavern when the eruption occurred from now on until they were conceived. Foreplay for the time being, would be just that. She was just beginning to wonder at the slightly citrussy taste, with a hint of spices, she was picking up of his shafts scales, when his hips started to shift a little. She quickly plugged his eye with her tongue hoping to stop the eruption that his retreating balls were showing signs of releasing.

Ruth cracked an eye open, as he felt the attention switch from his shaft to his tip. He smiled, but knew from his bursting bladder, that the liquid his mate was trying to stem, was currently on hold until it had clear passage. He also knew that there was no way, with the way she had stimulated him, that he could make it to the toilet.

"Ahem Jess, it's a lovely way to wake love, but you about to receive what I have only ever taken from you, unless you have a bucket to hand. I daren't move now, or I will soak the carpet," he said, trying to fight the overpowering need to urinate.

Jessica kept her tongue firmly on his shafts eye and looked at him, and then the room in the immediate vicinity of the sofa; there was nothing suitable around. She nodded and deep throated his glans, tweaking his ball sack with a talon until he released his warm fountain straight down her gullet. She hadn't wanted the first exchange from him to her to be in this fashion, hoping to have to surprised him with a shower play like she had rehearsed with Amy, but she also needed to preserve the sofa's fabric.

Ruth groaned, as she felt him dribble to a halt, and she started to withdraw, but his balls suddenly tensed as the path cleared, and the seed she so wanted in the conventional place, flooded into her mouth in a series of powerful jets. She clamped her lips closed as tightly as she could, and repeatedly swallowed, to try and stop any spillage.

Ruth closed his eyes and released his pressure into his mates stomach with a groan. As his bladder emptied, and he came into full consciousness, he felt his balls contract and before he could stop himself, he followed his waste with an orgasm which drained him of his morning energy. Panting, he enjoyed the afterglow, as Jessica cleaned him expertly, and then perched on the sofa's edge next to his chest, as his deflating shaft withdrew into is usual home.

"I was hoping to reserve that for egg making, but it seems that I was a little to good for you in my eagerness to greet you my love," she said grinning widely down at her sleepy mate. "Why does your skin taste of lemons and spice though... Did you pick up a new type of scale wash on your travels?"

Ruth smiled up at her, as he ran a talon over her perfect nipples. "Ahem, well I kind of carried on with your permissions, and a eastern dragoness obliged me anally on the inbound flight. They have an interesting diet. I am afraid you may have been tasting her byproducts as the showers were out of order at Heathrow."

Jessica frowned slightly, but the taste was clean, considering what she had been doing with Amy the previous morning. "Anally eh, why not vaginally as is usual for a casual acquaintance?"

"Ah...well, I did not think that wise love. I am afraid something unpleasant happened to me on the charter plane from Cairns to Singapore." Ruth said, shifting uncomfortably, and ceasing his ministrations on Jessica.

"Cairn's to Singapore?" Jessica said, looking down at him. "I thought from what Amy told me you were only on a charter from Sydney to Cairns and back. Don't stop playing love, I have had fun while you were away, but I really need you at the moment. What has happened to you?"

Ruth hesitated, but then shook his head. "Pass me my carry pouch please, we need to talk. I am afraid that although the business went well in Australia, the trip could have been better."

Jessica stood, and fetched his pouch from the hall as he swung his legs down onto the floor into a sitting position, and gestured for her to sit next to him.

"Ahem, well you know that you were telling me to take an opportunity when it presented itself to me, and I provided my services to Xiu in the picture I sent to you..." Jessica nodded. "Well after that I was very tired, and just wanted to sleep after landing in Sydney."

"After I transferred onto the charter, I went to sleep in the private cabin, but the stewardess who was serving me decided that she would use her alone time to attempt suicide. I stopped her, but injured myself, her and one of the pilots in the fight." He indicated his stapled tail and glued horn, which Jessica hadn't until then noticed, having been distracted by his more interesting protuberance. "I won't be flying for a week or two either."

"Why?" Jessica asked, concern on her face.

"I bruised my wing elbow badly when I knocked the stewardess out. Janice...the retriever bitch had more than most peoples reasons for her attempt..." He explained the circumstances in full to Jessica who was shaking her head in disbelief at the situation Ruth had found himself in.

"Tangara, in return for the cover up, agreed to certain demands from me, and they sent an undamaged plane up in order to fly me to Singapore direct after my meeting. What I didn't know at the time- although I was warned by Gwen the female pilot, I was asleep on my feet and didn't catch it- Janice had formed an emotional fixation on me for her rescue," Ruth paused for a moment to look for reaction in Jessica's eyes. She was looking at him with a funny expression, but was currently unreadable.

"I'm afraid that after the meeting, I boarded the new charter and did everything I could to decline Janice's advances as I was seriously exhausted by then. I went into the cabin and fell deeply asleep. What happened next is explained in part by the phones content, including the aftermath. I ask only one thing love before you judge me. Look at it all, and consider what Janice may have been thinking at the time. What you will not find in the phone is that Janice was in full heat by that time, and used her master key to access my cabin while I was sleeping. She used her pheromones to fully excite me into arousal before I woke up. To shut her up, and allow me to regain my sleep, I agreed with protection to satisfy her needs quickly." Ruth activated the photographic memory of the phone, and handed it to Jessica in slide-show form. "Gwen took the pictures on my request, as I was on the verge of killing Janice, when I found out upon awakening."

Jessica looked at the stills carefully, a totally blank look forming on her face as she realised the import of the bitches and her mates actions. "Why didn't you stop her from the sabotage?" she asked quietly, not looking Ruth.

"I was bloody exhausted love! I didn't know what she was doing, hell what I was doing! Her hair was blocking my view. All I wanted was sleep, not sex. I tried to get her to blow the problem she had caused me away, like you did upon my awakening thirty minutes ago, but she was insistent. If I had been alert I would have caught it, but after the act of what I thought was protected intercourse released my pressure I was unconscious again within five minutes." Ruth shook his head. "There is more in the video file. I knew the slim chance I had to save my relationship with you, because of the accident, was to get the guilty party to explain under interview her reasons."

"You are just as guilty as her Ruth!" Jessica snapped. "I told you to be careful!" She activated the recorded file, not moving from the couch next to Ruth as she listened to its contents in silence, before placing the phone on the sofa's arm next to her.

"Who are Kyle and Joe?" She asked calmly.

Joe was the Captain on the flight, and Gwen's fiancee. Kyle was the First Officer...and Janice's only chance under my set conditions," Ruth said, looking hopefully at Jessica to see if he could judge her reaction.

Jessica stood quickly, and grabbed her halter top, slipping back into it. She picked up Ruth's phone, and made a show of slipping it into her carry pouch. "I am not happy Ruth, and I need to think long and hard about this. I'm going out. Do not try and contact me, or follow me. I need to be alone. I am only just holding myself from making sure that the bastard you have fathered in Australia will be your only child!" She was flexing her talons in a threatening manner as she spoke, with red flecks visible in her iris's.

"I will either return, or you will here from me when I have calmed down. I suggest you go and wash yourself of the bitches stink, and your latest conquests taint," she said bitterly, as she turned for the door. "I would not advise leaving MY house until you know my decision. If it goes the wrong way for us...I will keep this place!"

She walked quickly to the front door, and it slammed behind her. Ruth heard the flap of her wings as she took off, blowing summer dust through the open front window. Ruth grasped his head in his hands and slumped on the couch in abject misery. "I hope you can forgive me love...I hope you realise that the fault was not mine..." he muttered as he started to cry.

****

Jessica was fighting back her tears and anger as she slammed the door on her mate. 'What was he thinking...what the hell am I supposed to do now?' she thought as she took off into the late morning sun. She circled on a thermal to gain height, and glanced around to see if there were any other avians present. The sky was clear, so she struck out for the White Nancy, which was reflecting its paint, like a beacon from a lost lighthouse in the peaks.

After a vigorous ten minutes of stroking to gain enough height for a glide, she was feeling calmer, and started to review the situation in her mind. The sun was beating on her bare scales in the twenty eight degree heat as she swept up Rainow Valley in silence, picking up the rising thermals from windmill edge, then swept over the ridge top, and circled the folly, looking to see of there were any walkers or lovers in evidence. It was to hot in the main for the furs, so she had the place to herself for the time being, and she back-winged to land in the short grass next to the Nancy.

Bollington Valley spread out in front of her, with Jodrell Bank radio telescope beaming its reflection out into the stars over twenty miles away across the plain. Apart from the sounds of insects, and the occasional rough exhaust echoing up from the valley below, she was in complete silence, the breeze having died away into none existence.

She sighed heavily, and sat, leaning her back up against the painted stonework of the folly behind her, using her tail as a cushion from the stony ground. Pulling Ruth's phone from her pouch, she opened the video clip and let it's evidence disturb the peace with it's dialogue twinkling out of the phones speakers in front of her eyes again. She could here the obvious strain and tension in her mates voice...but that could be attributed to guilt on his behalf. Something was missing...another viewpoint. She knew Ruth to well, but she had never seen him angry, or even in a temper. He was so mild mannered, she had nothing to compare the phones voice-print too. If she had been there, the bitch would have had her wish of oblivion, and would currently be being hoovered out of the cabins lining with a wet vac. How dare she put everything the person she was bleating about lovings, personal life at risk? There were many times in the ten years they had been mated, she had come close to stopping her protection to force the issue of children, but she would never have done so without his consent.

She flicked the phone back into still mode and zoomed in of the pictures that he had taken of the evidence. As the picture of Janice's sex appeared on the screen she felt herself stir, despite the shocks of the morning. She was, she knew coming into her first cycle since she had stopped the drugs. The seed that she had swallowed this morning from Ruth may have been enough for her wishes to be fulfilled...Were they still her wishes though?...Could she continue on, as if nothing had occurred? What would she do, if in six or seven months Ruth arrived back from Australia with a hybrid child for her to look after, if the bitch was declared an unfit mother? She felt her right hand fingers were damp to the touch, and she realised that she had slipped them down her shorts while the retrievers pink lips were staring at her from the screen.

Shaking her head to clear it, she muttered. "I'm as a big a whore as that bitch is...All I can think about is sex!" She exclaimed, glanced around, listening carefully for any evidence of approach in the walkers path, and upon hearing nothing but the village noises drifting up from the valley below, she unbuttoned her shorts and placed the phone on one side, closing her eyes.

****

"""She was lying on her bed in her rented studio cottage. Ruth had just stood and thanked her for the previous night...thanked her for giving her body to him for his first time and apologising for the seventh time for short time it had lasted. She watched herself telling him that a repeat would improve improve his stamina, and she had known that his performance had been limited by his experience. She threw the bedclothes back in an invite, but he had shaken his head, saying that his work required him to leave.

Even then...even straight after he had lost his virginity, his sense of duty had come first, as it always had for the following ten years. She watched as he dressed, slipping his clothes on over his muscular, if still rangy body, before he'd planted a kiss on her snout, and agreed to meet her again for dinner later.

In her daydream, she watched as he closed the door behind himself, and her younger self had reached with a sigh for the toys in her bedside cabinet. She remembered that at the time she was still horny from the night before...but she had also vowed as the door latch snicked that she would renounce her promiscuous ways.

She watched as her hand hovered over the toys, then rested on the sheets as she stared at the ceiling making the choice that had changed her life for the better in so many ways. Her younger self's hand crept towards her sex, and then closed it's eyes as she masturbated herself in the memory of her first time with her true mate...""""

****

Jessica groaned, and squirmed as she ejaculated with her own attentions into the suns hot rays on the hillside. She opened her eyes from the dream, and waited for them to adjust to the harsh light. She could here the chatter and giggling of cubs approaching up the path, and she quickly cleaned herself with a few salvaged tissues, buttoning her shorts up quickly to cover any embarrassment. She knew what she had to do now; she had to get that second opinion on her mates actions. By her reckoning, it should be Monday in Australia, so thinking back to her A levels in journalism, she thought the best option to speak to a participant would be to pose as an interviewer wanting to talk to Gwen.

Quickly packing the phone into her pouch, she placed the tissues in the litter bin, and stretched her wings. "Geraldine should be in at the hall... Owen always goes golfing on a Sunday afternoon, I will see if I can use her phone and her shoulder for a talk," she muttered as she launched herself in a glide down the valley towards her friends apartment wing in Endon Hall.

Landing in the cobbled stable-yard, Jessica strolled up to the East wings door and rang the bell. Lawrence, the ring-tailed Lemur butler answered after a few seconds. "Hello Mrs Ruatha, Lady Knowles didn't inform me she was expecting you," he said as he bowed her in with a twitch of disapproval at the unexpected arrival and appearance.

"She isn't Lawrence...this is a bit of a crisis visit as a friend. Is she available?" Jessica said, as he swung the door closed behind her.

"She is in the solarium... Sir is out golfing as usual. I will see if she will receive you. Please, take a seat." Lawrence said, and headed out of the hall shaking his head and tutting gently.

Jessica switched her tail to one side, and perched on one of the receiving chairs next to the Greek marble sculpture in the entrance hall. She glanced at herself in the floor to ceiling mirror opposite, and realised why Lawrence was so cold towards her. She was hardly dressed for a visit to a noble house, she should know better!

There was a bustling noise, and Geraldine swept into the hall, scolding Lawrence for making her wait. She was a fifty-something vixen, with a stunningly coiffured crest that Jessica knew swept in all the way down to the largest brush that she had ever seen on an English fox. She was dressed neatly in a figure hugging summer dress, with ruffles drawn up just above her elbows, neat silk slippers adorned her foot paws, and finely manicured claws gripped a piece of embroidery in one hand.

She stopped dead, and took in Jessica's appearance in a paused shock, then recovered quickly without uttering a word. She turned to the flustered Lawrence. "Lawrence, can't you see she is in a distressed state. We will take tea in the solarium, get June to break out one of the sponges meant for tomorrows garden party...she has time to bake another!" She glanced at Jessica. "Better bring the Port and a couple of glasses as well, now move it!"

She turned back to the embarrassed Jessica, and enveloped her in a huge hug, bussing her cheeks, much to the shock of the lemur, as he turned towards the kitchen. "Jessica darling...what on earth has swept you to my door in this state dear. Come join me in the solarium and tell me all about it."

Jessica followed the vixen, as she swept through the house, until she ushered her into her private work room in the rear courtyard. All the plate glass doors were folded back to the walls, and two electric fans drafted the worst of the heat away from the cane seats. Raised herb beds were laid out in a geometric pattern, scenting the air with perfumes of Lemongrass and Calmomile, but Jessica couldn't hold back a grin, as the whole effect of a the idyllic summer courtyard garden was ruined by the bronze statue of a very male fox who was gracefully relieving himself into an ornamental fish pond.

Geraldine turned, and followed Jessica gaze and grinned. "My bit of fun dear outside of my visits to your sales gatherings...keeps Owen on his toes, or not as the case maybe. Sugary cub images are so old fashioned, and as you know we were never blessed with them. I forgot that you had only been here with Ruth for the parties and not in my private areas here at home," she winked salaciously, causing Jessica to grin. "How is he by the way?"

Jessica took a seat on a cane chaise and turned to her friend and customer. "I am afraid he is why you find me at your door in this unsuitable attire. Ruth arrived back from a business trip to Australia overnight. He had some rather disturbing news for me... which I fear may be partially my fault. What do you know of my history before you met us?"

"Not a lot... I know that you are not exactly conventional in your tastes...but as soon as the circle spread the news of your rather unique services and products to me...as you know I arrived with Florence and Coleen for the first time at yours about four years ago..." she paused and held her hand up as Lawrence rolled a teas-maid with a Lazy-Susan on top into the room.

He quickly served a generous slice of cake, and poured the tea for the two ladies, and then went to pick up the Port. "No Lawrence...I will deal with that if it is needed. Please leave us now and ensure that we are not interrupted except in an emergency."

Lawrence frowned, but left the solarium with a bow, and closed the door. Geraldine turned back to Jessica. "I am afraid that before I learnt of you there, I don't know much about you apart from yours and Ruth's Oxford education. There isn't even any gossip around."

"Well I am glad that there isn't any gossip Geraldine..."

"Gerry please amongst friends," the vixen interrupted.

"Gerry then," Jessica smiled. "You may have guessed from the products that I sell...I have a rather high sex drive-"

"And me dear...and me. Winding down a bit now with age, but still more than Owen can give some-days, hence our meeting. Oh forgive me...please do go on." Gerry apologised.

"Well before I met Ruth I was rather...rather free with my affections, my maiden name was also Giles..."

Geraldine held up her hand in interruption. "Giles?...The Giles family from the south east and France?" she said quickly.

Jessica nodded, "They disinherited me when they learnt of my choice of a commoner mate, and I have not visited them since."

"Then we have more in common than a customer, friendship relationship, although I have only ever been to one of their social gatherings...Please go on, and don't let me interrupt you again," Geraldine said settling back into her seat again with a sip pf her tea.

Jessica nodded sideways... "He was a virgin. Don't get me wrong, apart from him, no cock of the flesh has passed my lower lips since, but I felt he needed something to spice up our relationship a little as he had missed out when he was younger. I gave him...No I ordered him to have a free pass on his trip to Australia to play away, so he would come back refreshed to me," Jessica paused, looking at the vixen opposite for any reaction in her face.

Gerry smiled, a knowing smile. "Owen played with my maids when we could afford a few. He is the infertile one Jess, so I turned a blind eye as long as he joined me at least a once a day. I am afraid my need for your products is because he doesn't have the stamina he had in his twenties and thirties. My drive has not slowed with his yet, but we still manage to tie four or five times a week."

Jessica nodded in sympathy. "With me, it is more that he is at work to much. Ruth satisfies me at least twice a day...but I need more sometimes. Anyway as I said, I was afraid he would become bored of me before agreeing to children, so, as his rabbit secretary was more the willing, I encouraged a liaison there first, which he accepted reluctantly. When the Aussie trip came up in the middle of our first holiday for years...I told him to accept anything that was offered with protection. What I didn't count upon was a complication..."

Jessica spent the next hour explaining what she knew of the trips occurrences to Gerry, including showing her the contents of the phone.

Gerry shook her head. "I am afraid we Canidae are known as bitches for more than one reason at times. Had we had a fox in our employ, after no cubs were forthcoming of Owen and I's union; I would have ensured that some would have shown to preserve his pride. I knew from an accident with my coil when I was younger, that I was fertile. As it was, he went for tests in London and was proven to be the sterile one before I could initiate any action. So the Aussie bitch sabotaged the condom eh? Therefore Ruth was complying to the best of his ability with your instructions, but is now expecting a child outside of your mate-hood. How do you feel about the situation?" she asked, looking directly at Jessica.

"I...I don't know. I can't work out if he is guilty about the situation or angry. If the latter, then I will accept and forgive him, as it is not his fault. If the first, well it will look as if he initiated the situation, and is lying. Then I will leave him. I needed a fresh perspective, from a different viewpoint. I had been up at the Nancy for nearly three hours, when I thought to see if you were around," Jessica said quietly, shifting her position on the chaise.

Geraldine stood up, and walked over, sitting next to her on the sofa which groaned under its load. She drew the morose dragon into a hug, and comforted her of the tears that were beginning to flow. "When did you learn of this?" She asked quietly.

"I came down this morning, and found him home asleep on the sofa. I woke him, and solved his usual morning problem orally, and was trying to initiate more when he stopped me, and told me of the issue. I am afraid I stormed out and left him there," Jessica said, crying into Geraldine's perfect head fur.

"Mmm...I assume you watched the clip a few more times yes?" Jessica nodded. "Did you not notice the recliner he was sitting in, and what he did to the arms?"

Jessica nodded again, "That could have been show though, to cover his guilt. The whole affair of the video and the pictures seem to clinical to me to be the complete truth."

"Mmm... It could be that he could guess your reaction, and needed to prove to you that he was not at fault. The trouble a with free pass love, is that accidents happen, even if this one wasn't one. Personally I think on his behalf it was just that, and I would be inclined to forgive. If you intend on trying for children yourself, go for them now, and if the bastard offspring in Australia is forced to join you, they will have full blood siblings of the same age group, to grow up with."

"I need more than that Gerry as an assurance. I was hoping to contact another of the people involved for their view. Could I borrow your phone to call Australia? It shouldn't be to hard to get hold of the Gwen Cooper I heard him mention...not many female pilots in the industry."

"Of course dear...but they won't just give you her number you know. Company confidentiality issues and all that," Gerry said, drying Jessica's tears with her dresses ruff.

"I took an A level in journalism before Oxford. If I can't con a press officer into connecting me for an interview for an aviation paper with a female pilot, I don't deserve that qualification," Jessica said, and sat back realising she had ruined the expensive dress of her friend.

Geraldine stood, and pulled a hidden cord, then sat again next to Jessica. Lawrence re-appeared after a few seconds and bowed. "You wanted me Ma'am?"

"Yes, can you fetch the phone and my laptop please," Geraldine asked quickly.

"Yes Ma'am." He bowed and left the room, returning a few minutes later with the requested items.

"You can leave us again now please," Geraldine said, as he remained hovering.

Lawrence nodded, and left, closing the door behind him. Geraldine opened the laptop and typed a few commands into Droogle. "Ah here we go. The number of the press office at Tangara is 55599843567 Dial 0061 first. It will be late afternoon tomorrow there now."

Jessica dialled the number and put the phone onto loudspeaker, so Geraldine could hear what was going on. "Hello, you have reached Air Tangara's press office, Australia's premier airline. This is Freda speaking. How may I help you?"

"Hello Freda. I am Jessica Giles from the UK. I am a journalist student writing a paper on women in positions of responsibility. In my research I came across a reference to a Gwenneth Cooper as one of your pilots. If she is available, I would like to interview her over her position as a female pilot in a male dominated industry," Jessica said, deliberately reverting to her maiden name to hide her identity.

"We do employ a Ms Cooper, her schedule says she is on a rest period at the moment. Please hold and I will see if she is willing to talk to you." The phone clicked onto some panpipes playing Waltzing Mathilda, to which Geraldine and Jessica both grimaced at each other. After five minutes Freda came back on the line. "Miss Cooper will talk to you...I am connecting you now..."

"Hello?" A strange female voice sounded over the speaker. "Gwen Cooper speaking, how may I help you?"

"Hello Miss Cooper...I wasn't completely honest with your press office. My name is Jessica, but my surname is Ruatha," Jessica said, and paused as a gasp sounded over the speakers.

"Ah... I gather that you want to ask me a few none journalistic questions then," Gwen said quietly. "I know who you are...I could hardly not after the last few days events."

"So Ruth talked about me then?"

"More than you could possibly imagine...after my colleagues actions, you were all he could think of," Gwen assured her.

"Was he angry...I can't tell from the video?"

"Ask him, not me. I only knew him for the hours we were together."

"I am not with him...I stormed out when he told me," Jessica said starting to cry again.

"Ah...Before that video starts he almost killed Janice...He got me scared as well. I took the photo's of her sex as she was pinned to the bed by the throat by Ruth. Before he interviewed her on the camera he gave my mate Joe a heavy bottle to knock him senseless if he lost control completely. I doubt that he could have been stopped though," Gwen said seriously.

Jessica glanced at Geraldine who remained silently watching her.

"How is the bitch?" she said quietly.

"Janice is alive but bruised...and already reeling Kyle into her grasp. I wouldn't worry about having to adopt the pup...but I for one will not be training her unless they force me to. Do not let him slip from you Jessica. Woman to woman, I would swap Joe for Ruth tomorrow after the way he conducted himself under the stresses he must have been under," Gwen said quietly.

"Really?" There was a long pause... "Gwen?" Jessica queried the silent phone.

"No...I love Joe to much... But if my relationship wasn't as secure then I wouldn't hesitate," the whisper came over the speakers. "Go back to him Jessica... If you insist in tempting fate again in the future, make sure you are there with him at the time, but don't judge him on anothers rash actions. I hope you will join together us for my mating ceremony with Joe, the invite was extended before we parted at Singapore. Don't lose him girl...go home."

A snuffle sounded and then a click, and the dialling tone sounded.

"I will Gwen, I will-" Jessica muttered to the buzzing phone and looked up at Geraldine, who nodded, dabbing at her own tears.

"Thank you Gerry... I will go home now and see if he has waited for me," Jessica said as she cut the phone off.

"Go get him tiger...and hold on to him love. It appears he has been effecting everyone he contacts, when he was away from you," Geraldine said with a hug.

"I will... I will make sure that we have the irrevocable tie that we need as well. I am coming into cycle," Jessica said standing and stretching from the awkward position she had been sitting in.

"Mind taking a tape of it? Should be a good show for the next sales meeting," Geraldine joked with a quirk of her lip.

Jessica laughed. "I think, with what I have in mind, a film crew would struggle to keep up!"

Geraldine laughed, and led her guest to the entrance hall with an arm stretched up over her shoulder. "Be careful you don't do him any more injuries...he will need to be at work tomorrow!"

Lawrence appeared from somewhere and opened the door for her, and Geraldine stood next to him as they watched Jessica launch and fly off down the valley towards home.

"Make sure I send an invite to her, and her mate for all the garden parties from now on. They should be a breath of fresh air, amongst Owen's stuffy crowd that I have to put up with," Geraldine said absently, as she turned and headed for the stairs and her bedroom, her embroidery forgotten for the time being.

"As you wish Gerry," Lawrence said, closing the door.

"Lawrence...Attend me please, Owen shouldn't be back until dinner...sometime she will learn that toys can not suffice all needs."

Lawrence smiled, and flicked the latch on the oak front door, then followed his employer and occasional lover up the stairs to her room.

****

Ruth cried himself out, huddled on the sofa until the sun crept around the house and started to beam in upon the lounges carpet fully. His stomach rumbled noisily, reminding him that he hadn't had anything to eat or drink since the Champagne with Heidi. Hauling himself up, he walked slowly into the kitchen, and having checked the fridge, he opened a can of ham, and made himself a quick omelet from a couple of the eggs that were all that was fit to eat after a week away.

Quickly eating it, and grabbing a can of Doke from the cooler rack, he washed it down, and then went to take care of the other pressing needs his stomach was reminding him off. He cleaned up, then walked to the front window of the house, shading his eyes against the sun, and searching the sky for his mate in the vain hope that she was returning to him, that she would give him a chance to try and correct the mistake that had happened.

Sighing heavily, Ruth glanced at the oak long case clock in the hall. It had been left to him by a long forgotten Aunt, and was way to big for a conventional house. They had almost sold it, before they had found this house in need of renovation, and therefore affordable six years previously. Jessica had fallen for its blank canvas charm. He remembered the building society officer when they turned up on the doorstep and asked for a £400k mortgage on a first time buy...and that the house they were buying was a wreck. He chuckled a little to himself then. The three years of renting they had done together had built them up a twenty-five percent deposit though, and as his position was secure and paying over forty thousand at the time, and Jessica's home sales income irregular, but enough. The deal was stamped.

"Should be about 150 thousand left to pay off now. Place is worth nearer 800 thousand for resale; not that, that will help if she doesn't come back..." he muttered and started to tear up again.

TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK.

He swore the clock was laughing at him from the hall... He could hear his Aunt's ghost, haunting him from it's workings, telling him that he was a stupid dragon... telling him that he was a useless as his parents, who he had lost when he was a hatchling to some sort of disturbance involving the Irish. He had vowed when he hit the age of twelve, after being passed from relative to relative that he would make something of his life, and that of his children's.

That was how he ended up at Oxford; not family money like all the other snotty little inbreeds. He had won a scholarship, and worked for the rent that paid his living costs. He hadn't spoken to any member of his extended family for over twelve years, and that clock had arrived in a packing case with a letter from the cousin involved eight years previously. Ironic as they were living in a rented one bedroom bungalow down south at the time, and the only place it would stand upright was the garage!

Ruth turned from the window and his reflections, and considered for a second stopping the pendulum, but then dismissed it as a worthless action and fancy. He walked up to the offending piece of furniture, and stared into it's face, questioning it silently about what it thought about the situation he'd found himself in...

TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK.

Glancing at the door, he spotted Jessica's phone and address book sitting on the table next to the phone. He walked over and picked it up, wondering just for a moment if he should try and find out where she had gone. He placed it back down, and picked the handset up, and started to dial his own mobile number. 0974927830... He hung up quickly, realising that he would have to do as he was told if he had any chance of a reconciliation. Re-docking the phone, he walked up the stairs to their room, opening the door and observing the lived in mess.

Jessica's thong was dangling loose of the back of the dressers stool. A stray bra was in the floor, and one of her shoes was peeking out from under the duvet, where it was hanging off the bed in a crumpled heap. The scents of her musk hung heavily in the still air, despite the windows being open to the summers breeze. Walking in, he picked up the bra and the thong, breathing in her scent from the fabric, and noting the change from her usual odour with a smile. "She is coming into cycle for the first time in a long time..." Ruth said to himself, then threw the discarded pieces of clothing into the laundry chest, as he realised it could mean nothing to him now.

He collapsed on the unmade bed in a heap, and pulled one of the pillows into a hug for comfort. He stared at himself in the mirrors on the ceiling, imagining that it was Jessica he was holding in his arms and not a bag of fluffy feathers. Oh those mirrors... just another thing he loved about her, one of her kinks that he was unsure off when she announced that she wanted them fitted in the renovations. The tales they could tell if they could speak and reveal their secrets to others. Purely as a tool for their dual learning in the explorations of every possible aspect of sexual intercourse they could both come up with, they had done there job well. Now he just used then to admire the play of her scales as she rode him when she chose a position on top.

Everywhere he looked, every aspect of the room reminded him of what that selfish bitch had possibly caused him to loose. He replaced the pillow on the headboard, absently running his claws through the scratches and grooves that had been torn into the concrete hard oak over the years of abuse the bed had taken from them. A pair of handcuffs jangled discordantly from one of the corner post where they were hanging. Shaking his head, he quickly remade the bed, smoothing the sheets and the summer duvet flat, then tidied up the other loose pieces of clothing that were scattered around, then placed her shoes on the rack in the wardrobe.

Another hour or so had slipped by, oozing past his anxious and unsure mind like a slug considering if he really wanted to drink that beer that would drown him. The time was nearly four in the afternoon, and Ruth hadn't even thought about dressing. Walking into the en-suite, he stared at his reflexion in the wall mirror, looking at the horrible tear stains that were marring his facial scales. Turning, he flicked the switch on the power shower, running the water up to near boiling, before he stepped under the scalding water with his eyes closed. Feeling for the loofah, he scrubbed his face thoroughly before he turned the temperature down a little, and opened his eyes again to complete his ablutions.

He stepped clear and turned the water off before shaking the bulk of the water from his scales, and toweling himself dry, playing close attention to his rapidly healing tail. Opening the wall cupboard he grabbed the buffing equipment, changing the pads when he saw flakes of green keratin stuck in the existing ones. He smiled again, as he dropped yet another reminder of her occasional untidiness into the bin with a sigh.

Quickly polishing himself until he shone in the light that was reflecting into the room, he cleaned his teeth, then quickly donned a pair of lounge shorts and a baggy T-shirt before heading back downstairs to await his fate.

TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK.

'Why was that bloody thing intruding on his mind? Why was it only just being noticed? It had never bothered him before,' Ruth thought as he passed the bloody thing on the way to the T.V room. Flicking quickly through the channels, he rapidly settled on a repeat of a comedy show he came across, occasionally quirking a lip as something in the satirical lampooning almost penetrated his gloom.

He had been sat watching the screen, not really focused on what was flickering across it when he heard the sound of the front door closing heavily. He quickly turned the T.V. off, and listened attentively as he followed his mates slapping footsteps from room to room on the ground floor. They came closer, then paused as Ruth held his breath, and the doorway swung open slowly to the view of the personage he had desperately hoped to see again.

She stood, framed in the evening sunlight as it flooded through the portal lights in the kitchen beyond, bouncing from mirror to mirror along the long, wooden panelled hallway. Her talons were gently flexing from her toes as the drummed on the original Minton tiled floor. Glowing in an almost ethereal haze, she beckoned silently to him, and turned walking into the lounge before sitting and gesturing for him to sit next to her on the three piece.

"Jessi-" he started, but was silenced quickly as she clamped her lips over his, and enveloped him a mammoth attack of tongue wrestling.

She unsheathed her talons and ripped his shirt clean of his body, throwing it at the cold fireplace, while never releasing her hold on his tongue as he sat there unable to fight against her relentless attentions. Quickly he slipped his own free of his sheaths, and gently parted her halter at it's seams, as she shrugged out of it, only emitting the slightest groan as he brushed against her nipples with his palms. Releasing his tongue she flexed her wings, throwing the shredded remains of her top off, and over turning the coffee table with a huge crash.

"Jessic-"

She slapped him hard with the back of her hand, silencing him, then kissed and tongued at the beads of blood that had been drawn from his lips with the force of her impact. She moved her hands further down his body and ripped his shorts clean away from his already bulging genital slit, causing him to squeal as they snagged on his damaged tail ridge.

Jessica jumped back at his expression of pain, then switched her kissing and lapping from his lips to his tail. He started to open his mouth again, and she tapped him hard on the snout with her tail spike, shaking her hand in admonition at his repeated attempts to break the enforced rule of silence in this session. Closing his mouth tightly, he allowed her to lick and cleanse at the stretched and newly growing scales, repairing the fresh damage that she had caused in her haste.

Taking advantage of her tail to head position, he gently snicked at the seam running from the underside of her tail, to her button front, until the denim parted and exposed her ring and soaking slit. Grasping her tail in both hands he started to rim her ring in ever decreasing circles, pushing and prodding with his tongue tip into her interior as she squirmed across his belly with quiet chirps of pleasure at his attentions. Kissing more and more urgently, he probed at the sensitive one inch stripe of micro-scales that ran from her vaginal area to her ring, lapping at the fluids that were spilling across his chin.

Jessica almost broke her own silence rule as Ruth started his sneak attack on her intimate areas. She finished her clean up of the new damage she had done with difficulty, as he was probing with increasing vigour, teasing her heightened sensitivity to the point of near orgasm. She shuffled back up her mates body, dislodging the table lamp from the side table with her tail with a crash. Ruth was trying to hold her still, digging his talons into her butt cheeks as she was squirming in his grasp. Playing dirty to distract him, she reached under her chest and gripped at his emerging cock with her hand, digging her talons into his shaft and causing him to curse and release her to continue her slide up him, until her belly was flattening his snout. She started to nibble gently at his balls as they swelled, blood oozing from under her talons where she retained her grip on him.

Ruth found himself unable to control Jessica's actions as she applied excruciating pain to his shaft, and for a moment he wondered if she was about to carry out her earlier threat as he felt her nipping at his tightening grapefruits that were slipping from their home. He couldn't reach her slit from the angle she was squashing his snout at, and the pain from his shaft was not being attended to. He kicked out hard with his legs, digging his talons into the floor, shredding the carpet, and tipped the sofa over backwards with a huge crash, rolling her off him for a few moments, so he could see what she had been doing.

Jessica found herself rolling out of control, but with just enough piece of mind to release Ruth's cock before she tore the scales causing more extensive damage. She impacted on the dresser against the wall, showering herself with the best plates and dishes in a cascade of shattering china. Shaking her head and wings to throw off the shards she looked up to see her mate examining his shaft for damage. Quickly she pounced and pushed Ruth backwards over the upturned sofa, but mid-roll he ducked, and flicked her over his head again with his legs into the sideboard under the window, scattering chintzy ornaments all over the floor with further splintering.

Ruth righted himself onto all fours, and started to stalk his struggling mate as she tried to regain her stance in the wreckage on the lounge floor; one door was hanging off the side board with a broken hinge. He grinned evilly, thinking of the bruising she must now be suffering on her wing muscles like himself. She was shaking her head to clear it as he tried to edge behind her, his shaft hanging loose and ready underneath him, dripping pre on the ruined carpet. Half cocking his wings for lift, he launched himself at her, and latched his talons over her four-way shoulders where her wings joined her body.

Jessica was stunned with the unexpected impact on the heavy old furniture. She could see the outline of Ruth through her protective lens, that had nictated to shield her eyes against the china splinters. Her head was spinning, and she suddenly felt his weight bare her to the floor as he landed on her back, hooking himself over her shoulders as an anchor. She started buck and shake urgently as he tried to force her tail to one side with his leg, feeling the damp pressure as his cock was brought to bare on her target. As it touched, and slid from her ring upwards she ducked her left shoulder and rolled in desperation, not willing to submit just yet.

Ruth lost his grip as his mate dropped from underneath him, and he balled himself as he hit the front legs of the eight foot tall bookcase next to the fireplace. They cracked loudly, and he covered and tucked his head under his chest, bracing his back against the bottom shelf as it toppled over his back, exploding into a waterfall of paper and mahogany onto his mate where she had been unable to stop her own roll.

Jessica heard the legs of the bookcase snap as she came to a halt on her back with all her legs waving to the air. There wasn't enough time to avoid the impending avalanche so she crossed her arms over her breasts and closed her eyes hoping a shelf didn't catch her snout too heavily. The quarter of a tonne of paper and mahogany nearly crushed her, and completely knocked all her wind from her lungs as it pinned her to the floor tightly. Luckily her face was between two shelves as it all came to a rest. She tried to free herself, but with her arms pinned in a cross couldn't get the leverage to lift the carcass from her body. She could see nothing as the backboard on the case had remained in place miraculously, but she could hear Ruth stirring from by her feet as it settled from his back.

Ruth looked up and grinned as he realised the predicament Jessica was in. She was struggling valiantly to free herself, but was well and truly trapped on her back, thrashing like an upended turtle with her legs splayed on each side of the case, futilely kicking at the air. He carefully circled her until he was at her face level, and ripped a piece of the backboard away, exposing her growling and grumbling snout to the light again. He grinned down at the furious but beautiful apparition, and reached behind him for the fire iron that was still hanging next to the hearth. He showed it to her, then placing it into his mouth, dangling it like an over-sized Cuban cigar from his lips, and grinned as he watched her eyes open wide in silent shock as he ark-ed his thimble through the iron to her nose horn, virtually knocking her senseless with a huge crack of blue actinic light, and the smell of burning keratin as it fused to the horn temporarily.

She knew that if she had said no and submitted, the action would not have been necessary, but she had kept to her own silence rule as she realised he had her in an untenable position. Her last unscrambled thought as his power hit her brain was that she should have done the same to his shaft when she had him pinned, as he would have lost then!

Jessica arched under the case as she convulsed with burst of electricity, but then ceased movement as he pulled the iron free from her melted horn, remoulding it with his talons before it set. He checked her vital signs and smiled as she moaned heavily. Although her eyes were wide open and unfocused for the time being, she was breathing steadily and her heart rate was fast, but even.

He heaved with all his strength and tipped the shattered case off her body, but then made sure that her left arm and leg were securely pinned to the floor with it while she was still limp with the shock. Shovelling the books on her opposite side clear of the floor, he pinned her right leg and arm under the righted sofa, and dumped the scattered books and the smashed coffee table on it to add more weight. Jessica was shaking her head then as her brain was recovering from the after effects of his shock. Ruth quickly uncoiled her tail to reveal his prize in all it's soaking glory and shunting the side board over from the window, pinning that flat to the floor as well.

Jessica's brain began to clear, and she realised the weight was off her chest. She tried to right herself from her back, but she couldn't move, only manage a rocking motion as she realised her limbs were all securely pinned to the floor including her tail. Craning her head forward she observed Ruth grinning at her discomfort from between her legs and she growled at him as she realised she was helpless. The growl changed to a moan as he dipped his snout and started his circling and nibbling of her sopping lips with his tongue, the adrenaline pumping through her body from the fight highlighting every snick and prick of his teeth as they drew blood from her protective gates, his tongue teasing her bullet hard clit, prolonging her torture until she convulsed with a heart rendering primal scream into her first orgasm.

Ruth smiled to himself as Jessica nearly shook the plaster moldings of the ceiling with the volume of her scream. 'I won this one love... never knew that I could though!' he thought to himself as he refused to let off in his torture. He switched the attention of his snout from her convulsing clitoris to her lower ring again, and using his talons started to massage the area under her protective flaps, deliberately puncturing her skin where the scales petered out. She was mewling now like an overgrown kitten, squirming to escape the pain that he knew he must be causing her. He hooked his chin horn through her protesting ring muscle, pulling it tight, and balled one fist, and plunging into her vagina until it contacted her Cloaca, and pinched her agitated hood with his other hand. He thought her first roar was loud, but the blast of sound she emitted this time as her walls contracted into her second orgasm in five minutes was enough to crack the shades on the light hanging above them. Ruth snapped his eyes closed as the glass poured down over their heads in a glittering shower.

Jessica was just beginning to calm from her incredulous peak he had stimulated her to, as she felt him start to puncture and prick at her linings like he was kneading a stuffed cushion full of feathers. The pain was unexpected, he had never, ever employed pain play in his actions before, and she wondered for the second time in as many months just what her mates reading material might be in private! She started mewling in pleasure, but still maintained the effort while she was still able, to regain the upper hand in the situation she found herself in. She screamed in ecstasy as he fisted her, puncturing and stretching at her ring and hood as she tried to rip clear of his attentions. This was the best sex she had ever experienced, but as her mind went pink again, she couldn't help but think of the cost to the house!

Ruth quickly released his holds on her parts as she tore into her second series of convulsions, but found his fist was trapped until her walls calmed and released him. Quickly withdrawing, he shuffled up her heavily breathing and heaving body. He was becoming all to aware of his own sorely neglected needs now, his glans was very swollen from where he had been trailing it through the various shards on the floor, the pre luckily preventing them from sticking under his foreskin. He rested his chest on her belly, still keeping his head clear of her restricted reach. Adjusting his position so he was crouching, one leg on each side of her hips, he positioned his tip at her oozing vaginal lips. Pools of her fluids were forming everywhere her scales formed a dip, and the smell was becoming delightfully overpowering. Arching his sore back and neck, he started massaging the pooled fluids into her exposed belly scales, then gripped and squeezed her breasts in his hands, lip rolling her nipples in his mouth.

Jessica felt his shaft home in on its target. She almost gave in then, as she knew his pleasure was wanted by her, in the name of her unfertilised eggs which the stimulation should have moved into position ready to receive his seed. She watched as he lowered his head to her breasts with hooded eyes, and deciding to try one more trick she latched onto one of his head horns with her mouth, and discharged her own most effective weapon with a smell of burning filling the air as he froze in position.

Ruth felt her latch on and grinned to himself, freezing as the mild buzz passed through his skull. She had picked his damaged horn. With the reduced conductivity of his splintered whole and not enhanced by a metal earthing rod, it meant that it did nothing more than blur his vision for a few seconds. He dug his talons through her thin scales under her breasts causing her to gasp and release him from her failed gambit. Nipping at both her nipples with his incisors as he straightened up, he placed a talon tip on her nose and shook his head with a grin as she realised she had failed. The short pause in the the play had allowed him to regain control of his loins for the moment, and he decided to punish her while he was still able. He repositioned his shaft, and without warning hilted himself in her ass, kissing the underside of her tail with his balls as she screeched from the only partially lubricated stretching of her passage.

Jessica thought her lungs were going to burst, as the exquisite pain tore what to her was her loudest vocalisation from her throat so far. Her body found reserves of primal strength and ripped her tail free from under the sideboard where it as pinned. She went into her third convulsing orgasm and Ruth pumped and thrusted into her tight passage, bringing himself close to his peak as her walls clamped around his shaft, even as he was aware her tail was now loose.

It swung round in a rippling coil, and caught him a glancing blow across his wings, which he'd mantled to protect him from the expected impact. Jessica's brain gave in the fight when on the edge of her bliss she felt her freed tail impact futilely. She dropped it thrashing to the floor in submission, but her tip upset the fire-irons, causing one to somersault from the hearth, straight through one of the closed front window with an explosion of glass.

Ruth was to close now to take note of what was happening, and with Jessica still coming down from the anal orgasm, he pulled free and embedded himself into the desired target before he laid across her chest and started the quick pumps against her cervix, in order to deliver his load to the desired point. Jessica felt him pull free before her orgasm was complete, and finally penetrate her scared cavern, which was where she had wanted him for so long now. The pain as his glans was knocking against her interior door was penetrating to her soul, and she barely registered him altering his position to try and break through that final barrier.

Ruth's neck brushed her snout, and that was all that was needed for her chance. She took his neck in her jaws in a choke hold, and gripped with all her power, piercing the scales with her teeth. Ruth spasmed as the pain of her grip anchored him to the spot. He roared a deafening roar of pain himself, as his balls contracted and with a final thrust brought on by the incredible pain in his neck muscles, broke into her womb as his ropes of seed pumped into the heart of her life giving being. Jessica screamed and released him with the excruciating pain she was undergoing as her final door was smashed through. Her body went into duel orgasm as she felt him fill her with his oh so wanted egg makers. Blood was dripping freely across her head and neck from the wounds she had inflicted upon him in that final instinctive effort to get him to capitulate. The last thing she thought she heard before she passed into a temporarily exhausted and unconscious state, was the sound of shouting coming from outside, and the whine of a siren in the distance.

Ruth almost joined her in her state of limpness, as the blood he was losing from his punctured neck was going unstemmed for the moment. He could here the shouting coming from outside though, and the heavy tread of people running up the gravel drive. A siren was getting ever nearer, and was soon joined by a second one further away. Quickly he grabbed at the sofa and ripped a huge piece of the upholstery away in a strip, and formed a makeshift bandage around his neck wounds, thanking whoever, that she hadn't gone through an artery with her last stunt. Two stocky figures ears appeared at the smashed window, trying to gaze in over the high sill and see what was going on.

"You alright in there? I called the police and the ambulance," The first, a female beaver shouted.

"You being burgled or attacked?" The second, a male one joined in. "You need a hand?"

Ruth shook his head to clear it, and realised just what the position he was in would look like if the police arrived. He tried to withdraw from Jessica, but his glans was stuck fast, still being pumped by her feral bodies base reactions to its intrusion, and couldn't pull himself free of her cervix.

"Paul, Rachel, we are alright...erm...we erm... kind of got carried away a little and over did it!" He shouted back through the window to his neighbours.

"With what? There is glass everywhere! Our customers said it sounded like someone was being murdered!" Rachel shouted back, still trying to see in. The slide of gravel spitting to a halt under tyres sounded from the drive as the first siren wound down, and was followed by the slamming of car doors.

"Erm, I just got back from a trip to Australia, we had a row...Erm...The make up, we erm went feral," Ruth said, as Jessica started to stir under him.

"Where's Jessica?" Paul shouted, as the heavy tread of hooves approached the window, and the shadow of a horse was cast into the room.

"Jessica is not conscious again yet Paul. Can you let the officer and his colleague in please with the spare, you know where it is. Officer I know what this looks like, but before you arrest me, let her wake up please," Ruth said with a bowed head, as the scene was taken in from the broken window. A vixens head appeared next to the horses as he nodded taking in Ruth's predicament with a grin.

A second crunching of tyres was heard as what Ruth presumed was the ambulance pulled into the drive. "Officer, please don't let the beavers in," he pleaded quietly.

The horse nodded again, and turned as Paul produced the key from where it was hung in the side shed of the house. "Thank you Mr and Mrs Oak, we will take it from here now, go and tell your customers that all is well with the situation."

"Are you sure officer? They are such good neighbours we have never heard of any trouble before from them..." Paul started.

"Quite sure Mr Oak, now could you please return to your own property while we try and work out what has gone on here," he paused, as a primal moan sounded from in the house, and he threw the key at his vixen colleague to let herself and the ambulance crew in.

Paul paused, but nodded as Rachel grabbed him by the shoulders and led him back towards their farm house, muttering under her breath, though she could guess at what the officer had seen.

Ruth looked up as the vixen entered the room, with two mongrel bitches of indeterminate lineage in ambulance uniform following her. Ruth sighed, cursing himself silently that he had three females to try and explain away the situation that they were currently viewing him in aghast. Jessica groaned heavily under him, but despite a shifting of her hips, he was still to engorged to pull himself free.

"Ladies, please don't judge me on how it appears... As I explained to the other officer, we kind of lost our domesticated minds in a bout of make-up loving, and went a little feral. I have never been so embarrassed about anything in my life, and I am sure that Jessica when she comes to will be the same," Ruth hung his head as it started to spin slightly from the blood loss that was seeping from under his makeshift bandage around his neck.

The horse officer walked in then, and looked at his colleague and the ambulance crew, who were still frozen in place. "Come on now Jules, we need to get them up and about. Stop lollygagging! When you have a few more years on the force under your belt, you will realise that this can and has happened before with dragon couples. Just a tip though. Never, ever try to split them apart if you come across a pair mid-coitus, unless you have riot gear and a lot of back-up!" He turned to Ruth with a grin. "You sir, come on and lets get this furniture off your mate, so we can access the damage you have done to yourselves."

Jessica moaned again, and her eyes fluttered as she started to regain full consciousness. Ruth tried again to pull free, but the pain was to intense. "Erm Officer..."

"Call me Fred..." The horse took the initiative from his pause. "My colleague is Jules, and I believe, having worked with them before, they are Jenna and Andrea," the two bitches nodded.

"Thank you Fred...I am afraid I am stuck." Ruth said, his head weaving a little from dizziness.

"Stuck? You are not a canine man. How are you stuck?" Fred said, shaking his head in dis-belief.

Jenna put her hands up in shock, realising just what the problem was as Ruth opened his mouth. "You're through her cervix, yes?" She queried, suddenly regaining her composure. "And she is in cycle, so it allowed the intrusion?" Jenna continued.

Ruth nodded. "Yes, and I don't know. My glans was agitated and damaged slightly in our rolling on the splinters. I appear to be flare knotted within her." He weaved his head as his vision blurred, and collapsed with a groan onto Jessica's twitching body with heavy thump.

Andrea jumped into action as Ruth collapsed in front of them, not quite believing that she was witnessing two beasts outside of her species that had managed the virtually impossible act of tying with each other. The length involved... She shook her head. "Blood loss, look at his neck. Fred we need to get that stopped and some fluids into him. The drop in his blood pressure should allow us to separate them soon. Could you lift him up for us, so we can stem the flow and connect an emergency drip. They must have been to exhausted to do their own self heal before she passed out."

"I... I...I was, and I am in cycle..." Jessica's weak and muffled voice came from under Ruth's body.

"You alright ma'am?" Fred queried, as he levered Ruth's senseless upright, with Jules' help.

"In pain... but good pain. I caught some of what was being said before Ruth collapsed. No crime has been committed here, unless you count a breach of the peace. I initiated the action, thinking I would win. I lost. Forget the drip for him, just patch him, and cross transfuse us. I am a full blood like him, so compatible." Jessica said, starting to regain her senses more.

Andrea looked at Jenna for permission, who nodded as the senior, and prepared the kit as Andrea peeled the sodden fabric from around Ruth's neck, shaking her head at the range of tooth punctures that were still bleeding openly. "Throw me the Keraseal kit please. None of these are deep and as soon as she can groom him, should heal in a few days completely."

Jessica tried to shift herself again, but was still pinned securely to the floor. "Erm, could you unpin my arms and legs please. I am beginning to loose feeling," she said helplessly.

Fred looked at Jules. "Can you hold him for a moment with Andrea? I am the only one capable of shifting the furniture on my own."

Jules nodded, and he leaned Ruth onto her and Andrea. He shifted the wreck of the sofa back up onto it's feet, tipping all the books and the splintered coffee table on to the floor behind it. Jessica started to try and exercise some feeling back into her extremities, cursing as the pins and needles hit.

Fred moved to her other side, and shunted, rather than lifted the smashed bookcase onto its side with a crash. Jessica started to slowly pedal at the air, as her midriff was still securely pinned by Ruth's dead-weight. "Right, lets get him out of me, so I can sit on that wreck above him. It should help if I am above him for the transfusion." She said, as her feeling came back to her fully.

Fred nodded, and helped Jules hold Ruth upright, as Andrea applied the Keraseal to his neck wounds, watching as they coagulated in front of her. "Someone is going to have to ease him out, while I pull his body off," Fred said looking at Jules.

Jules looked askance at Jessica, who nodded. "I am afraid I am far to stiff and sore to bend over that far and help you. I will anchor myself to the floor with my talons to give you leverage." Jessica made a show of digging all her points into the oak boards that were now exposed beneath the shredded carpet with a grin.

Jules looked over at Jenna who also grinned, and bowed making a show of clearing the way for her to claim the buried prize!. Andrea made a show of applying a bandage to Ruth's neck, stifling her own giggle.

The vixen shrugged, and rolled her sleeves up as Fred snorted, then slid herself over Jessica's stomach, and linked her hands around Ruth's swollen base. Fred tried to back away with his arms under Ruth's armpits. Although his body moved, Jules still could not detect any outward movement in the shaft in her hands.

"I may need stretching a bit Jules. Slide you fingers in around my lips to help ease the vacuum." Jessica said grunting as she felt her mates angle change within her as he was pulled taught.

Jules looked over her shoulder at Jessica, trying to determine if she was serious. Jessica nodded, and Jules cocked her left leg over Jessica's neck to straddle her. The officers tail and ass were now brushing against the dragoness' nose. "You know my dear, I am beginning to wish you were unclothed!" Jessica teased, and nibbled at the vixens tail, as her scent permeated through the taut fabric of her standard issue uniform pants.

Jules paused at the tease, and looked up at Fred and the others, who were trying and failing to keep straight faces. "One more nibble Ma'am and I will arrest you for assaulting a police officer!" she said, grinning to take the bite from her comment. Fred openly broke out into laughter then, shaking Ruth as the giggles shook his own body.

Jules shook her head, and licked at her fingers in order to lubricate them fully. She slipped them down between Ruth's shaft and Jessica's clit, eliciting a silencing moan from Jessica, and a grin from Jules in retaliation. There was a slurping noise, as gas slid down between Jules splayed fingers into Jessica's vaginal cavity, and Ruth suddenly started to slide backwards into Fred's arms, his shaft pulling free along with a gush of slimy mixed fluids, which spilled over Jessica's belly, and soaked into Jules shirt before she could right herself.

Andrea reached down and grabbed at Ruth's rapidly retreating shaft to examine it for damage, observing the puncture marks in its smooth scales before allowing it to house itself again in its usual home. "That is going to need healing as well, but much as I would volunteer, only dragon spit can do the job properly. It is too sensitive an area to use Keraseal," she said, laughing at the expressions pasted on Jules' and Jenna's faces. Fred nearly dropped Ruth in his increased mirth, but held onto him as Jessica grinned and Jules stood up next to her, smoothing at her shirt in disgust, then rolled herself onto her four limbs, and stood wincing with a stretch, perching herself on the edge of the sofa, as Fred set Ruth on the floorboards next to her feet, leaning him back against her legs.

Jenna finished preparing the transfusion gear, and tapped at the super-aerated surface vein that was showing over the bones in Jessica's shoulder wing joints. "This will hurt love, but it's best, as you suggested," she said soothingly as Jessica nodded, and Jenna smoothly slipped a titanium cannula into the pulsing vein.

Jessica drew a sharp breath as it penetrated her scales, and watched in fascination as the bitch connected a clear pipe, then slipped an identical one into Ruth's shoulder without even getting a wince out of him. The pipe was bled carefully of air until it was completely filled with Jessica's blood, and it dripped onto Ruth's scales, then Jenna allowed Ruth's blood to trickle out of his insertion, before connecting them together and turning both valves on fully. It was clear from watching the blood in the pipe that Jessica's pressure was higher. "When that stops flowing and balances, we will disconnect. This is not conventional for a home approach, but I know that your species have different physiology's from others, so it should work well enough. You may feel light headed shortly, where is your kitchen?" Jenna said as she stood back.

"Down the hall, last door in front of you," Jessica said.

"Right Andrea, go and make a couple of sugary teas for them."

Andrea nodded, and left the room. "Jules, before I go funny in the head, what size is your chest?" Jessica said, as she started to feel woozy.

Jules looked up from where she was still trying to sort her soaked uniform out. "Why?"

"What will your colleagues say, if you turn up back at the station smelling like you do at the moment?" Jessica asked, and Fred started laughing again, causing the vixen to turn bright red under her fur.

"Thirty eight DD, when I unbind," she said, as Fred fell silent and started at his relatively flat fronted rookie. Jules grinned at his shock, as Jenna grinned.

Jessica smiled. "Go upstairs, and try the third door on the left. It's my product storage room, and I am fairly sure you will find a spare shirt left by one of my none winged customers that will fit. I have a forty chest, but only C cups, so you should be able to adapt one of my bra's to serve for the moment until you can get spares. Our suite is the first in the right. The bathroom is the one a the end of the corridor, the camera's are switched off, so you can change and shower there in private if you want."

Fred straightened up, looking serious again. "Camera's?" he queried.

"Yes camera's. Jenna pass me me my pouch from the hall," Jessica said with a sigh, shaking her head to try and keep it clear.

Jenna fetched the carry pouch with a query on her face, as Andrea returned from the kitchen with two mugs. Ruth groaned from between Jessica's legs, as she unzipped the pouch and withdrew a card, passing it to Fred, who's jaw dropped when he looked at it, and he turned a funny shade of pink. "Y...You are Mistress D?" he stuttered.

This time it was a cue for the others to laugh at his embarrassment. "Come on then Fred, my oh so unfazed senior officer. Why are you suddenly so upset after everything else we have seen here this evening, that you thought I should be able to cope with?" Jules said after her laughter had subsided.

"Erm... er... I was doing the washing and found one of these cards in my mates pants," he went even redder. "I, erm confronted her about it, and she showed me the products she had purchased from you."

Jessica laughed through her dizziness, as Ruth started to regain his senses. "Pass me that mug please Andrea, I am feeling very weird. Fred, what is your mates name?" Andrea handed over a mug.

"Carrie," he said, looking daggers at the other girls who were smirking at him.

Jessica took a long swallow of the sickeningly sweet tea. "Then you have nothing to worry about. The cameras in the bathroom are for those customers who want to try before they buy. For obvious reasons the products can't be shared around freely or returned. I, as do some of the other agents for the range, have a disclaimer for those that wish to try the products first. It is a fully legally binding document that allows them to be filmed on the test. Should they take the product, the images are deleted... if they wish. Should they return them to me and decide not to purchase, the film is used for sales demonstration purposes nationwide for that particular product, to allay the cost if the deep cleansing, and the discount that has to be offered as a second hand product. Jules will discover that the bathroom is equipped with more than a standard suite. Carrie has never asked to try first, so has never entered that room. She has of course watched the other testing tapes before she chose which things to take."

"Ah, well..."

"What exactly do you sell Jessica... or should I say Mistress D?" Jules asked, as Andrea and Jenna nodded in unison and curiosity.

"Lets just say that they are products designed to aid in the relief of bored female housemates, and single girls," Jessica said with a grin, glancing at the still pink horse.

"If you say one word...one word of this to the crew at either of the stations, I... I will..." Fred started, directing the faltering statement at all the grinning professional women in front of him.

"Try satisfying your mate, and I will no longer have a hobby to keep me from boredom when Ruth is away. No sorry that's not fair, she could be highly sexed like me. Ruth relieves me two or three times a day, but I still need more myself, though I am younger than you and Carrie by at least fifteen years," Jessica said firmly. Ruth started to shift between her thighs, and she noted that the blood flow had stalled. The tea was starting to refresh her mind as well.

Fred harrumphed heavily. "Apology not necessary, I have slowed down faster than her, I am four years her senior in age after all. The foals have all fled the home now, so there is no harm in it I suppose. I mean it about spreading the word girls, I will have you tails if you do!"

"Now Fred, what did I just say. Concentrate on Carrie's tail not the others!" Jessica teased, causing him to go bright red again. Jules and the girls burst out laughing again, and Jules headed up the stairs to see if she could reclaim some clothing to replace her soaked shirt and bra.

"Now, I believe we have stabilised Jenna, and he is about to wake up. Can you disconnect us, and I will start the grooming to heal him. I imagine that he will be required at work tomorrow." Jessica said, as Jenna turned the cannula's taps off and drained the pipe into a cardboard sputum dish.

Ruth opened his eyes with a wince as Jenna pulled his cannula free, but smiled as the soft and tender brushes of Jessica's tongue stopped the bleeding immediately. Andrea handed over the second mug of tea to him, and he drained it without saying a word. He looked up between Jessica's orbs, and stretched his neck out for a kiss, ignoring completely the audience that was still surrounding them. Jessica smiled, and bent for the kiss as Jenna pulled her cannula free as well, and Ruth transferred his tongue from her mouth to return the healing favour to her shoulder.

"Thank you all, for not judging me in the situation you found me in," Ruth said quietly when his healing laps had done their job.

Fred cleared his throat. "Now about this mess. Technically I should arrest you both for breaching the peace, but I feel that that would not be in anybodies best interests. Pay for the call out costs on myself and Jules, and we will leave you in the hands of the the medics when she comes downstairs; until you can both walk again."

"How much officer?" essica said, reaching for her pouch.

"Three hundred, as we have been here for over two hours now," Fred said.

Jessica pulled her cheque book out, and a pen, signing off a slip for the required amount, and handed it over. Fred pulled a receipt book out and made one out with a smile. The noise of running water ceased from upstairs, then the sound of a fur dryer started up.

"Who's that upstairs again?" Ruth queried quietly, as he shifted to relieve the pressure on his damaged tail.

"Jules, Fred's trainee, the vixen officer. She had to aid us in freeing your dick from me when you were unconscious. When the seal broke she got soaked in our fluids," Jessica said, stroking at the melted and burred edge of his damaged horn, where she had discharged her thimble, thinking that it would need a lot of filing to get it back into shape.

"Oh shit!" Ruth cursed, looking up at Fred. "Was I that much of a problem?" he queried, not having the blood pressure available to pinken up.

Fred nodded, and Andrea giggled from where she was tending his newly stretched tail scales around the Australian staples. "From the look she gave as you came free, I think she would like to investigate that weapon of impalement more closely at a different date," Fred said keeping his face straight.

Ruth somehow managed to find the pressure from somewhere to go pink under his scales. Andrea and Jenna started giggling.

"I believe you also expressed an interest when you checked it for damage," Jenna teased her colleague.

Jessica and Ruth grinned at each other, and a look of mutual understanding passed between them. Jessica pulled another couple of cards from her pouch, and passed them to Andrea and Jules. "Drop me a line on the email there. If you don't mind me being around to join in and supervise, we have a fairly open relationship. The argument this morning started because Ruth is about to become a father with someone other than me through an accident. I am sure that Ruth would not object if you brought your mates along as well, if you have them." She looked up at Fred who was pretending to ignore the offered pimping, of the white dragon on the floor. "Fred, that offer applies to you as well, if you and Carrie want a change," she flicked her tail tip out and ran it suggestively down the front of the horses trousers, causing him to step back and nearly fall over the sideboard in surprise.

Jules re-appeared in the room again, with her ruined uniform in a carrier. She had a flowery shirt on, and very noticeable breasts now bouncing around on her front. Ruth grinned up at her, and started to open his mouth to apologise.

"No apology needed Mr. Ruatha. Today has been quite a steep learning curve for me... I swear there are things in the store room Mrs Ruatha that should be illegal." She grinned, winking to assure her it was a joke. "I think I will have to investigate thier purposes more closely at some point in the future. I heard that last conversation as I was coming down the stairs. I will take a card as well please, though I am currently unattached. Expect me to contact you next time I have some downtime at the weekend. Maybe that old stallion there and his mate should come along with me to continue my tutelage as well!"

Fred stared at her, and she winked back, flicking her freshly fluffed tail at him. He cleared his throat. "Well, we shall depart then, I... I will have a word with Carrie and see what she thinks about the idea, but there will absolutely be no cameras, or I walk out again, taking her with me," He swiped at Jules' tail playfully with a wink as the others all laughed at his obvious discomfort, and the two officers walked out the door to the parked patrol car.

Jenna finished packing up the medical kit, as Andrea rebound Ruth's tail with a quick surgical knot. "Now as I mentioned before. Ruth's shaft does need some attention, and that is best served by mutual grooming. Now, it's getting on for nine o'clock, and you must both be totally knackered. Do you want a hand upstairs before we leave?" Andrea said, looking at Ruth and Jessica, who were both yawning from fatigue.

"I will support him, and if you two can stop us both reeling backwards, it would be appreciated. This lot can be sorted in the morning," Jessica said, helping Ruth to his still unsteady feet.

The two bitches nodded, and placed thier medi-packs next to the front door, as Jessica eased Ruth to the foot of the stairs slowly, wincing as she took the small steps. "Are you alright Mrs Ruatha?" Jenna asked.

"Just very sore inside... It was the first time he popped my cervix and it is causing me a lot of discomfort," Jessica replied.

"Do you want me to probe you? Take a look inside. We have the latest portable gear on board, as it can be to late if an Avian has damaged their cloacal tract when they get to hospital after a crash. I know you are not full Avian, but the camera would suffice to check for visible damage."

"Get us upstairs then, and I will let you have a look. I will admit I am rather a lot sorer than I would have expected," Jessica agreed. "A horse managed it when I was much younger, and I was nowhere near as uncomfortable as this."

With a lot of heaving and pushing, the two dragons were eased up the stairs into their suite, and collapsed on the bed together. Andrea nipped back down and out to the ambulance, returning with a small electronic box with attachments and screen. It beeped as it was turned on, and Jenna warmed the probe in the palm of her hand. "This will feel funny, but try and hold still," she slipped the probe through Jessica's labial lips slowly, watching the screen carefully for anything that was wrong. As she approached the cervix, it was winking at her angrily, and she spotted the problem. Using the micro grippers she pulled the piece of broken china from where it was embedded in the wall of muscle, as Jessica drew a sharp breath in a hiss of pain.

Carefully removing the grippers she showed Jessica the problem. "When you heal groom him later, make sure you have all the bits out from around his glans," she said as Jessica nodded. "Right I will check for more," Jenna said and slipped the probe back in. Jessica's cervix had ceased its pulsing wink, so she slipped the probe through, just brushing at the angry but slowly contacting muscle as the dragoness moaned above her. Jenna smiled at what she saw, and withdrew gently, so as not to disturb the womb's new occupants.

"Congratulations Mr and Mrs Ruatha. You have three very newly fertilised egg sacks affixed to your wombs wall. You will be parents of three if all goes well in around eight months. I suggest that although normal intercourse should be fine, you avoid tying yourself that deeply again until they are laid in around five," Jenna said with a huge grin.

The looks of love and joy that passed between the two dragons in front of the bitches was enough to reassure them that all would be well. Andrea and Jenna quickly packed the probe away and wishing them the best of luck, closed the bedroom door behind them as they enveloped each other in a smothering kiss.

As they closed the front door, they looked at each other. "So you going to be taking her up on the offer?" Jenna said with a grin.

"Yup, but I would give them a couple of weeks for things to repair and settle," Andrea laughed, "You?"

Jenna nodded, laughing as they stowed the gear back on board, and headed for base, calling in on the radio to say they were available again.