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This is a story about a dude gettin' it on with a dragon. Which dragon? Why, the one just above this text, by jove!

If you like it when warm meat burritos are shoved into savory fish tacos, you're either Mexican, or you love porn. __In either case, you'll love this story.

For those of you who are regular readers.... Yes, this is a sequel to Dragon Ranch. However, you don't need to read Dragon Ranch first to enjoy this story. So, if you're a new reader, or just forgot what the flippity flip happened in Dragon Ranch, don't give a single fuck and just decide to keep reading.

_However, this story does contain huge spoilers, so Dragon Ranch chapter 1 is right here if you wanna read it first: http://www.sofurry.com/view/224981 _

Porn is at the end of the story, so hit ctrl + F and search for "hate" if you wanna find it.

A DRAGON IN SUBURBIA

Kyle's eyes slowly blinked open once more. Judging from the dim, gray glow peeking out from behind the blinds, it had to have been at least five in the morning by now.

Stifling a pained groan, he sat up with his one good arm and threw his legs over the bed. Kyle staggered to his feet on unsteady, sleepy legs and took a few steps, clumsily colliding with the door frame of his bedroom. He crossed the hall into the tiny, economic bathroom and impatiently flung open the mirror cabinet.

Pain killers. He desperately needed pain killers. Asprin, motrin... anything to cut the pain enough to let him get some more sleep. Tired fingers passed over an old prescription bottle. Kyle grasped it at once and shook. The sweet sound of rattling brought a sigh of relief to his lips. Left-over Vicodin from a wisdom tooth extraction earlier in the year. Might be enough for a couple days, if he rationed them well.

Kyle downed a single, white pill with a gulp of unsavory sink water and shuffled back into his bed room, running a tired hand through his now messy hair.

A lot had happened in the past twenty four hours. The accident on the ranch last evening left him with a shoulder screaming in pain from a recent dislocation. Now, the joint had grown stiff and swollen over the hours, making the aching even worse. The throbbing headache he had from getting thrown against the side of the trailer felt minor in comparison. He was bruised, tired, and aching.

And then there was the dragon on his bed.

Yes... a dragon in his tiny, one-bedroom apartment. Couldn't exactly forget about that part. She was a little Yellowtail Garl by the name of Nixi. The creature was currently was curled up in a tight ball at the foot of his bed, her head tightly tucked underneath a wing. Kyle frowned just at the sight of her, knowing that the sooner he got her back to the ranch, the better.

Slowly, carefully, Kyle climbed back into bed, heavily favoring his left shoulder. Sleeping on his stomach seemed to be the least painful position. He slowly turned over. As the mattress rocked and springs squeaked, the blue-and-green dragon opened her eyes and lifted her neck, yawning sleepily and glancing his way with tired eyes in the morning twilight.

"Go back to bed, Nix," Kyle grumbled. "We'll figure out what to do with you tomorrow." The dragon stared at him for a while longer before she finally let out a grumpy huff and lowered her head back under her wing.

Closing his eyes and trying to ignore the aches in his body, Kyle tried to find a comfortable position and did his best to clear his mind. There was an awful lot he needed to do tomorrow, and he needed the rest. As the effects of the medication slowly began to work their way through his body, he found himself slowly drifting off into an uneasy, dreamless sleep.

--=-=--

Kyle, if you asked him, would tell you there was nothing out of the ordinary about his life. He got pretty good grades in school, was part of the cross country team, went to college, pursued a bachelor's in Communications at a small, low-profile university, and graduated without fanfare.

Like most graduates fresh out of college, it proved to be hard to find an open spot in the corporate ladder, diploma or not. That little piece of paper he worked for four years seemed so desirable at the time, and now that he had it, he had no idea what to do with the thing. How could it help him get a job when the only place hiring was the burger joint down the street?

It was almost six months later that he finally broke down and accepted his cousin Emily's invitation to come work on her ranch, all the way down in Colorado. It wasn't a horse ranch, but a ranch that tended to dragons, training and conditioning them to live and work alongside humans. At first, Kyle was skeptical about working with dragons for a living. He didn't like dragons. They were troublesome, stubborn, and smelly creatures that seemed better off caged up in a zoo or something. He couldn't even fathom why people still went through the trouble of keeping and riding the beasts nowadays...

But Kyle took the job anyway, figuring that anything was better than flipping burgers or stocking shelves. Decent pay and a free bed in Emily's ranch house until he found a place to stay was hard to pass up. He knew his cousin was doing him a big favor when she let him come in. Fire breathing carnivores capable of carrying a man in flight (or even eating one!) were, unsurprisingly, highly regulated by exotic animal laws. Getting a hold of a license to legally handle a dragon was often a long and difficult process.

A lot had happened since six months ago. And never, not in his wildest dreams, would Kyle had ever imagined to see himself in the awkward position of finding a dragon in his apartment instead of on the ranch where she should be all along....

--=-=--

A sudden, reptilian paw mashed on his face forced Kyle awake with a sputter. He quickly became aware of a stiff pressure on his ribs that made it hard to breathe.

"Nixi..." he sleepily groaned. "Get off."

As his eyes fluttered open and slowly came into focus he quickly made out an image of the blue and green dragon sitting on his chest. Sunlight peeked through the window. A glance at the digital clock on his bedstand read 6:37 am. Way too early to be up, in Kyle's opinion! Seeing he was awake, the Yellowtail let out a pleasant trill and nudged him firmly under the chin with her snout. Kyle felt the dragon's finned tail enthusiastically swish between his legs. He grumpily pushed the creature off of him and tried to sit up, but a sudden pain in his shoulder caused him to cry out unexpectedly. Remembering his injuries from yesterday, he carefully propped himself up with his good arm and yawned, staring sleepily at the dragon that had just woken him up. Nixi appeared pleased to see him awake and sat down on the opposite end of the bed to stare at him, as if wanting something.

Kyle could already tell this was going to be an interesting day.

Kyle rubbed his shoulder. The medication had left him groggy, but he was happy to find only a moderate ache in the place of what used to be horrible pain. He ran a hand through his messy and bed-ridden hair and tried to take a mental inventory of the current situation:

A dragon in his apartment. The ache in his shoulder. The unpleasant headache. The spotty bloodstains on his bedsheets. Nixi staring at him. The dried and crusted cuts on her flank. How to get the dragon back to the ranch. How to explain things to Emily. How to keep her a secret to his neighbors in the meantime. How to-

Kyle shook the thoughts out of his head and massaged his aching shoulder. He was getting ahead of himself: that was too much to think about for so early in the morning.

A paw on his leg and an inquisitive, draconic yowl brought him to the present. He stared at the dragon, mildly annoyed at her intrusiveness.

"Nixi, what do you want?" he snapped. He stared at the dragon with pursed lips.

Nixi was a Yellowtail Garl, a kind of semi-aquatic dragon about the size of a jagaur or a puma. With a natural habitat of tropical freshwater marshes and river systems, Yellowtails were better swimmers than flyers, bearing webbed feet, a powerful, finned swimming tail, and waxy, waterproof scales. They were dark, muddled green in color, with faint hints of mottled blues and, in the females' case, indigo, as well. Their underbellies were painted a pleasant shade of sky blue that, along with the mossy green on top, counter-shaded the dragon from both above and below in their natural habitat, letting them blend in with the environment.

The splash of golden-yellow on the fins and tail, however, stood out in stark contrast. Kyle at first had no idea why they came with such an obnoxious color, though he remembered Emily saying something about desirable breeding traits. Like some other dragons, he also was told that Yellowtails were known to "talk with their tails". Kyle only later realized what that meant: Yellowtails tended to have expressive body language for communication.

All in all, Kyle always thought that Yellowtails looked rather ridiculous and out of place out in the flat, dry plains of Colorado, but he understood that the species was rapidly dwindling in the wild due to pollution, poaching, and loss of habitat. They were well-liked by ranch-hands due to their unusually energetic, playful, and expressive dispositions. Despite bearing a rather unusual cheerfulness for a dragon, they also display more typical behaviors of being stubborn, aggressive, prideful, and all-around troublesome to work with, and Nixi was no different.

Kyle was very familiar with Nixi, as she had grown rather attached to him over the months. Though they began with a rather rocky start, the pair ended up spending ample time together.

Stifling a yawn, Kyle studied the dragon, trying to read what her body was currently saying. The dragon stared at him peculiarly, and then jumped off the bed with a flourish, heading immediately to the closed door of his bedroom before looking back. Her sturdy tail thumped loudly against the ground a few times, which generally indicated anxiousness or nervousness. And then it clicked.

"Oh shoot, you probably need to go to the bathroom..." he muttered.

At once Kyle's mind raced with questions. How could he get her outside? He had the dragon's muzzle halter, but no leash or leader line. He couldn't risk let anyone seeing her. Not even cats were allowed in his apartment complex, let alone a large, exotic creature like a dragon! And it wasn't like he had a legal permit to own such a creature anyway. Kyle knew he could get in a lot of trouble really quick.

But the look on Nixi's face told him he had no choice but to risk it anyway.

"Alright, Nix, let's get you outside," he mumbled, getting out of bed with a groan, an action to which his tired body heavily protested. Clumsily, he threw on a pair of shoes and looked around his room for a makeshift leash. After a moment, an idea came to him. Bending over behind the futon, Kyle hastily ripped the TV extension cord out of the wall with his good arm. At fifteen feet long, it was more than enough if he could somehow tie it to her halter.

Kyle opened the door to his bedroom, and Nixi immediately rushed out and paced in front of the door of his apartment. He grabbed the halter off the coffee table and secured it to Nixi's head. The Yellowtail fussed while the uncomfortable contraption was wrapped over her snout. The perforated nose cone prevented the dragon from biting or breathing fire. But mostly, Kyle just needed it for the metal fastener ring under her chin. Letting another yawn out, he passed one end of the stiff extension cord through the metal loop, hastily tied a poor excuse for a slipknot, and then carefully opened the door to the hallway to the third floor. Nixi immediately tried to nudge her snout through the door, but he put a stop to that by moving his leg in front of the crack.

"Not yet, Nix."

Kyle peeked his head out. Closed doors on both sides. No one in sight. Good. He quickly ushered the dragon out his room and made a bee line for the stairwell.

Nixi hesitated at the steps, being unused going down them, and it took some coaxing and pulling before Kyle got the Yellowtail to apprehensively follow. After cautiously looking to make sure the coast was clear, he escorted the impatient dragon outside into the cool morning air.

The sun was bright and low in the sky. Kyle blinked and squinted, trying to see through the sleepy, vicodin-induced fog in his mind. He was unprepared for when Nixi immediately took off, nearly yanking the cable out of his hand.

"Hey!"

Guiding a reluctant Kyle around, the dragon made her way across the asphalt parking lot, pausing every few seconds to look around. So many new smells and sights for the dragon! But pressing issues demanded her attention, and it wasn't long before Nixi eventually straight for the nearest patch of grass.

The nearest patch of grass, it turned out, was the tree lawn facing the street, right out in the open. Kyle winced.

"Nixi, no! Not there!"

He tried pulling her away, but the dragon growled and adamantly put her feet out, resisting the tug. Kyle heard her dark claws scratch against the pavement. The extension cord tightened around his hand. The Yellowtail was immobile. With a frustrated sigh, he decided to let the dragon just get things over with so he could get her back inside.

Dragons, for whatever reason, were very particular about their bathroom habits. They never went in their pens, it had to be outside. And it was never in an open space, either: it had to be next to a tree, or a large rock, or some other object. So when Nixi pulled Kyle over to the sapling on the tree lawn, he knew what was happening next and decided to turn his back and wait for the whole thing to be over, hoping no one else would be out at this time in the morning to see them.

No sooner than he looked up did Kyle noticed a young woman on the sidewalk half a block down, right in the middle of her morning jog. Kyle pursed his lips.

"Great...."

Kyle stood there, with nothing else to do except to cross his arms stand awkwardly as the jogger made her way closer. From a distance, he saw her mouth drop open and mouth a word of surprise. As she came up to the pair, the woman slowed down to take in the unusual scene of a scowling man holding an extension cord attached to a small, exotic dragon relieving herself in the middle of a tree lawn.

"What's the matter, never seen a guy take his dog for a walk before?" Kyle snapped.

The woman flinched and immediately decided to focus her gaze on the side instead. Kyle watched her as she passed, a disgruntled frown locked on his lips.

Kyle took a glance at Nixi, frowning to see the dragon had finished. Good. The only thing on his mind was how much he wanted to get back to bed. "Okay, Nix, let's get the heck out of here," he mumbled, yawning.

He gave a light tug on the extension cord, signaling Nixi to follow. But the dragon was already distracted. With all the pressing personal business taking care of, the unfamiliar surroundings had piqued her interest and the Yellowtail was already ignoring him. So many sights, so many smells! There were strange buildings, fascinating litter, and curious lampposts that needed immediate investigation. Excited to explore further, the Yellowtail attempted to take off down the sidewalk. She pulled hard on the extension cord, resisting Kyle's tug and testing his already thin patience.

"Nixi, no!"

The dragon turned to face him, pulling backwards on the cord with a growl. Nixi flailed and flapped her leathery wings in protest as the halter dug into the scales on her head. The pair had a stubborn tug of war in the middle of the sidewalk, with the dragon proving to be surprisingly strong for her size.

Letting out a frustrated grunt, he hiked up completely on the cord and grabbed the dragon's halter directly. Then he squatted down and stared angrily into the dragon's eye, pushing her muzzle down to force a submissive posture the way he had learned to do back on the ranch. He knew it wasn't the most correct way to get the dragon's to comply, and in fact if Emily were here he knew she'd chastise him for being so rough with her, but Kyle did not care at the moment.

"Stop it," he hissed at her, his patience thin from the pain and lack of sleep. "We're going inside and you're going to put up with it." He felt a small twinge of relief as Nixi slowly relaxed in his grasp, avoiding eye contact meekly with ears held back and fins folded flat against her head. He gave her a short scratch on the head before letting go.

"Good. Now come on," he said encouragingly, turning toward the parking lot. Kyle hurried back, dragging a very reluctant dragon in tow.

A few minutes later he escorted her back in his apartment on the third floor, wrangled the muzzle halter off of the Yellowtail, and leaned heavily against the door with a heavy sigh.

Already the day was turning into an adventure.

Kyle felt completely out of his element having the Yellowtail with him at home. Working on a ranch and getting to ride the occasional dragon was one thing, but he had no idea how to actually care for one! Those parts were mostly left to Emily and the rest of the team that actually knew what they were doing. Likewise, his parents had never owned any pets when he was young; he had no experience keeping an animal, unless he counted the goldfish that he won at a carnival when he was seven. And that died a couple weeks later.

Pets.... Somewhere in the back of his mind, Kyle then realized he probably should have picked up Nixi's business on the tree lawn. That was what dog owners had to do, right? Wasn't that a law or something?

Kyle held his head in his hands and closed his eyes. "My gosh, what am I going to do with you, Nixi?"

His mind still felt foggy. Must be the pain pills. His body yearned for sleep. The bed seemed like a very attractive option at the moment.

Opening his eyes back up, he noticed the dragon had wandered off. Then, as if on cue, there was the sound of the kitchen trashbin scraping against the floor. Kyle internally swore.

He entered the kitchen in an instant, finding Nixi taking a very intense fascination with the greasy, empty pizza box lying on top. The Yellowtail pulled the cardboard box down to the ground and nosed at it, sniffing intently and trying to pry the thing open.

"Already?" He asked with a whimsical sigh. "It hasn't even been five minutes and you're getting into things already."

The dragon looked up at him, protesting with a terse, unhappy yowl as Kyle bent down to pick the cardboard box up and set it on the counter. Kyle was already being reminded that Nixi was far more inquisitive, curious, and troublesome than a dog or a cat.

"You're like a nosy little two-year-old with wings...." he muttered.

And with a sobering shock, Kyle realized the implication of his own words: he couldn't afford to sleep for the rest of the day as long as the dragon was up and about. There was no telling all of the things she could get into. He scowled.

At least he had a clue on what to do next. Food was now on the to-do list.

Back on the ranch, Emily fed the dragons twice daily. She bought those special sausages for large carnivores, the types ground up from the whole cow or pig that you have to buy straight from a butchery. There had been plenty of times where he helped her take ropes of the stuff out from the freezers, cut them up with the band saws, and measure out the right portions while thirty two hungry dragons anxiously waited. Feeding was always a hectic time of day.

Here at home, Kyle's cooking expertise ended somewhere around pancakes, and he didn't exactly keep a well-stocked refrigerator. His options for feeding the dragon were somewhat slim.

Nixi immediately perked up when Kyle moved toward the refrigerator, and when the door opened, her head was the first thing inside. Kyle smiled and put a hand to her scaly neck, holding her back. She was familiar with the huge walk-in meat freezers on the ranch, and Kyle's fridge was hardly different looking.

The refrigerator was depressingly empty, as par for the course. A bottle of mustard, an open package of lettuce, strawberry jelly, french dressing, nearly-expired milk, and in one of Emily's tupperware containers, left-over mushroom casserole. Nothing good for a dragon.

The freezer yielded better results. Amid the frost-burned microwave meals and the tub of frozen yogurt was an ice-covered package of hotdogs that had expired a few weeks ago. Still perfectly good, in Kyle's opinion.

Nixi stayed at Kyle's side, looking attentive and eager as he began to boil water. Curious, she reared up on two legs and watched intently, holding onto the counter for support. The open flame of the stove fascinated the dragon, and she leaned in close with an inquisitive trill, perplexed to see the flame coming seemingly out of nowhere. Kyle smiled, holding her back with his hips as he struggled to open the frozen package of hotdogs. In the process, he moved his left shoulder the wrong way, tweaking it and sending a spike of pain that caused him to drop the package on the yellowed, linoleum floor.

"Nixi, get down," he said, chuckling. He bent down to pick up the fallen package, opened it up, and tossed the hotdogs into the pot... but not before the dragon got in a sniff of frozen meat as it hit the floor. Her snout followed the package as Kyle brought them back up to the height of the counter. Nixi immediately began to pace as Kyle prepared her meal, filling the kitchen with the sounds of clicking from her claws on linoleum. Nixi put her forepaws up on the counter once more to watch, and Kyle struggled to keep her snout away from the pot of boiling water.

Gently, he coaxed the dragon back down to all fours and gave her a rub. "Hold your horses for just a few minutes, girl."

Kyle watched her, the yellowtail letting out tiny chirps and yowls, pausing every once in a while to nudge and nip at Kyle's leg. He smiled, knowing the dragon was anything but patient.

--=-=--

Breakfast was a simple affair: hotdogs for a dragon, coffee and cold cereal for Kyle.

Kyle enjoyed feeding Nixi by hand, something that was frowned upon on the ranch for safety reasons. Kyle spooned another mouthful of corn flakes into his mouth, happy to feel the caffeine was starting to let him off his morning grogginess as he watched the yellowtail feed. Nixi ate voraciously, eagerly snatching each hotdog out of his fingers and gnashing her teeth noisily as she happily chewed the processed meat to mushy bits.

"Hungry, huh? I know it's a bit late for your usual breakfast time." He stroked the dragon's cheek.

The Yellowtail smacked her lips and nudged his hand with her snout for more.

Back on the ranch it was always no more than three percent of a dragon's body weight a day, and Kyle had slowly gotten used to estimating how much meat that was for each kind of dragon they had. But here in the apartment, Kyle figured the Yellowtail deserved a bit more than her usual. He fished out another hotdog with a fork and gladly gave it to her, stroking the creature along the cheek affectionately as she ate.

Nixi let out a burp. The heavily processed meat tasted a bit strange to her, but the meal was satisfying nonetheless. After checking that there was no more to eat, and after making sure Kyle's own food wasn't worth trying to steal (the bowl of cereal smelled positively boring), the dragon's attention soon turned to the apartment itself. Kyle's living quarters was a curiosity. As a dragon that had spent most of her time out doors or in a stable, the tiny, sparse living area was filled with unusual sights and smells that she had not been able to properly explore when she had first arrived late last night.

The most obvious thing was that everything here smelled like Kyle. The carpet smelled like him, the furniture smelled like him. Even the walls and floor smelled of his presence. It was a scent largely undetectable to a human nose, but to Nixi, it was as obvious as the color of the carpet.

There was no doubt about it: this place was the human's lair. And if she was sleeping here, that meant it was now her lair as well. And that meant...

The morning sun shone through the blinds on the windows, casting warm bars of light across the carpet and walls. Slowly, curiously, the Yellowtail explored her new residence, making her way toward the light.

Kyle's eyes followed the dragon; looking amused as he watched her sniff the air, saw her intelligent-looking eyes darting to and fro in naive curiosity. Her claws made audible clicks on the linoleum as she made her way out of the kitchen. Bit by bit her body disappeared from view until only the tip of her yellow, finned tail was poking out from the corner of the kitchen hallway. Kyle ate silently, keeping an eye on the tail tip. When that too, slid out of sight, he cautiously decided to follow, cereal bowl in hand.

Kyle's apartment was a compact, humble affair. There was little else beyond the combined kitchen/living room, save for the hallway that led to the tiny bedroom and even tinier bathroom. Nixi turned right, deciding to explore the rest of the main living area.

The futon facing the TV was rife with all sorts of odors. Curiously, Nixi jumped up on both forepaws, testing its softness. Finding it agreeable, the dragon climbed up completely, finding the sun soaked cushions slightly warm. The place was comfy, but Yellowtail quickly decided she liked Kyle's bed even more. Nixi buried her snout in the crevices, led by intriguing scents of food crumbs. After taking a few short sniffs, she recoiled suddenly, letting out a huff and a dusty sneeze.

"I can already tell there's no way I'm gonna get you to stay off the furniture."

The dragon looked back, finding Kyle just behind her. He smiled.

Nixi took a step, setting both forepaws on the armrest next to the window. She wormed her scaled snout behind the plastic blinds, causing them to clack and bend noisily. There the dragon squinted, her intelligent, brazen irises contracting to points in the bright morning light. Down below the glass of the third story window lay a strange and confusing maze of concrete paths. Nixi stared, taking in scene of a thousand unfamiliar sights.

The view was dominated by a long road. Cars sped to and fro along the black asphalt dividing the land in two. On either side of the road lay wide concrete sidewalks bordered with flowerbeds and patches of grass with small wooden benches. Little red brick buildings were neatly huddled up together on the far side of the street, containing shops and small restaurants of all sorts and types. People were about, walking past the small shops and diners, stopping to talk, riding bikes, walking dogs. Concrete and asphalt and brick were everywhere. Nowhere to be seen was the wide, expansive grasslands, reed-filled ponds, and rustic wooden barn houses that Nixi was familiar with.

The place was nothing like the dragon had ever seen before.

There was a loud zip as the blinds were raised, and the Yellowtail recoiled in mild surprise at the sound, looking up and back.

"You better not be thinking what I think you're thinking," Kyle said, smiling. "There's no way I can let you go out there. Most people wouldn't take too kindly to a dragon in suburbia."

The dragon returned her gaze back to the window as Kyle gave her a short rub on the shoulders.

--=-=--

Kyle found a simple enjoyment watching the curious Yellowtail explore his apartment. Nixi seemed to find his bedroom the most interesting. She nosed through the discarded, dirty clothes on the floor from last night, picking up a discarded, smelly shirt in her mouth. Chuckling, Kyle took the shirt from her and tossed it in his dirty clothes hamper where it belonged, slightly afraid to wait and see what the Yellowtail would do with it herself.

She jumped up on the bed, delighted once more by its soft springiness, and bounded few times just to feel the rebound. Kyle sat down next to her, but before he had even had time to breathe the dragon jumped right off again, her mind already focused on something new. Curious over a quiet whirring sound that was not noticeable before, she peeked under his computer desk, finding nothing but dust and a lot of wires. Briefly she nudged the back of his desktop computer case, confirming the source of the noise while Kyle watched the dragon in amusement.

As Nixi inspected the empty glass on his bedstand, Kyle abruptly swore at himself for nearly forgetting about drinking water for the dragon. He rushed to the kitchen. The cupboard doors flung open with a clack, but Kyle quickly saw there wasn't anything big enough for the dragon to drink from. After taking a moment to think, he took out his other cooking pot and began filling it with water just as he saw Nixi had decided to follow him back to the kitchen. Smiling, he set it on the floor.

"Here ya go, Nix."

Nixi seemed to not give the water any thought, instead quickly exiting the kitchen once more and causing Kyle to follow. He shrugged, hoping the dragon would drink when she got thirsty.

It wasn't until Nixi had made her rounds at least twice before she finally appeared to be done inspecting her surroundings. Kyle had even opened up the coat closet in the hallway for her to explore, but it had become apparent that the dragon had grown bored.

Not knowing what to do next, Kyle sat down on the futon with a sigh, watching her aimlessly follow. Seeing him collapse on the futon, Nixi sat down in front of him and stared, as if wanting something.

"Well, shoot... I don't know what to do with you, now..."

The dragon looked at him plain-faced. Kyle frowned.

"I got you fed, you did your business... at least I got the most important stuff out of the way." He shrugged.

Finally, Nixi averted her gaze, curiously choosing to simply stare into the carpet. Kyle watched her, He wondering what was going through the dragon's mind.

Seeing room for two, Nixi jumped up on the futon as well. She walked over Kyle's lap, causing him jump in surprise and grunt in discomfort from the claws on her feet. Nixi wedged her snout past the blinds once more and gazed outside the widow. She sat down with half of her body on Kyle's lap and watched. He let out a chuckle and patted her on the shoulder of her wings.

"Hold on, Nix..." He carefuly encouraged her off the furniture before standing up himself.

Kyle's futon was a cheaply made, bright orange eyesore with a black aluminum frame. It was gaudy and out-of-place in the muted colors of the apartment, but he had gotten it for free from a tenant moving out a few months ago, so he could hardly complain. Achy and tired, Kyle felt the urge to stretch out. So with the flip of a few latches, he lowered the backing and folded it into the flat, bed-like configuration, tucked a pillow under his head, and let out a sigh of relaxation. He briefly thought about getting ice to put on his shoulder, but felt too lazy to get back up.

He turned his head to the left. There on the coffee table lay his cell phone, the TV remote, a dirty plate and drinking glass, and a couple of old newspapers... and that old, faded, ripped handbook on dragon handling Emily had let him borrow when he first started. Of course, the handbook! Kyle had forgotten all about that thing. It was one of those tasks he kept remembering to get to, but the dense pages of text never could seem to keep his attention

His stretched out and carefully reached for the handbook, but his shoulder didn't want to comply, providing him with more pain than it was worth. Sighing, he got up, grabbed the handbook, along with the remote that lay on top of it, and pulled both towards him. Maybe now that he had Nixi to contend with, now would be a good time to flip through a couple pages....

But as his eyes drooped even further, Kyle decided that perhaps later would be a better option.

Instead, he grabbed the remote, turned on the TV, and set the volume to a little louder than a whisper, idly flipping channels for a bit. Pulling away from the window, Nixi immediately perked up at the flashing lights. She walked in front of the TV, letting out a soft trill in curiosity. Several times she leaned close, bumping her nose to the screen and finding hard glass just in front of the moving shapes. Kyle briefly wondered if she understood what she was seeing.

It was there, with Nixi facing away from him and her tail slightly raised in piqued curiosity that Kyle glanced slightly between Nixi's hind legs. For the first time, he briefly considered the convenience of having the dragon alone to himself in the privacy of his own apartment, and chuckled to himself. It was the last thing that ran through his mind before his eyelids grew too heavy to keep open....

--=-=--

It was true that Kyle had gotten himself in some rather unusual circumstances. He found himself stuck in his apartment with a dragon, yes. But Nixi was no ordinary dragon. She considered the human to be a viable mate.

And such a silly thing wasn't just the dragon's opinion... She and Kyle had had sex before.

Kyle had never pegged himself for someone to go out and screw a dragon, and to his own defense, the Yellowtail had pretty much started the whole thing by herself. In a testament to the dragon's cunning, Nixi had actually trapped Kyle in her own pen and then nearly ripped his pants in the process of trying to yank them off. Eventually, Kyle found himself on the floor of her pen with the dragon eagerly between his legs, wondering what was going on.

While wild, crazy, and downright ridiculous, the dragon was surprisingly satisfying and knew how to entice, which only made him feel more conflicted afterwards.

However, Nixi was not a dragon that needed encouragement. When it came to sex, the Yellowtail wouldn't take no for an answer and only got better at getting under his skin (and clothes) every subsequent time, showing a surprising intelligence and aptitude for learning how to push his buttons. While it could be frustrating for himself with the chance of getting caught, Kyle noted that the mischievous Yellowtail seemed to take great enjoyment out of getting him aroused almost like it was nothing but a game.

While Kyle wasn't quite sure what the dragon saw in himself, he didn't doubt the Yellowtail had her own reasons. Yellowtails were a female-dominant species, with the males vying for attention and the prospect of a mate. Nixi was the most dominant and assertive female on the ranch, and as such she had free reign over her choices. In truth, precisely one of the reasons Nixi so enjoyed Kyle was that he did not seek her out or beg for attention like every other Yellowtail on the ranch. In fact, getting him to mate had actually been a struggle at first, to which the tenacious Yellowtail took as a delightful challenge.

As for human sex, the slower, and much longer pace providing multiple heights of pleasure delighted the dragon. That, along with the more creative ways to elicit pleasure, is how Nixi had grown to find human mating a rather exotic and exciting ordeal. In particular, the dragon quickly became enamored with the dexterousness of human hands. Between all the petting, rubbing, feeling, stroking, probing, and massaging, she enjoyed the wonderful ways they could be used. And so Nixi came back for more.

Eventually, Kyle decided that it would be hard to blame himself when the dragon was so obviously coming to him every time. But he still struggled with the sense of taboo over the whole situation, and never in a million years would think to tell anyone about it. Only his co-workers Ethan and Rachel knew for sure, and both of them finding out had been an awkward situation to say the least. However, he took comfort in hearing from both that what was going on with Nixi was not unheard of enough for dragons in captivity. But as for his cousin Emily...

Kyle was convinced the less she knew, the better.

There had been a number of uncomfortable times and close calls on the ranch, and Kyle even berated himself for taking things out of hand at times... but when it came down to it, every time he had the Yellowtail ready, willing, and eager...

Well, Kyle found it hard to argue.

It was true that Kyle had grown rather attached to the dragon over the past months, finding her antics (both sexual or not) amusing and enjoyable. He was advised against bonding too much with the dragons by Emily multiple times, if only due to the fact that they were destined to be sold. Emily's ranch was a buyer's ranch: a place to pick out a dragon once they had been trained, broken in, and ready to ride (if the species was large enough to permit it, that is!). The fact that the Yellowtail was with him at the time was nearly a miracle in its self.

The previous night, a breeder had come looking to increase his stock. Nixi was written to be sold. However, the Yellowtail had somehow managed to escape her fate during a chaotic fiasco involving an out-of-control Spiketail named Mitka. In the Spiketail's rampage, Kyle ended up with a concussion and a partially dislocated shoulder that guaranteed him some time off work. As for Nixi...

....while everyone had assumed Nixi had flown away in fright, the panicked dragon was grounded with an injured wing. Instead, she headed for the nearest familiar hiding spot: the trailer of Kyle's truck. She had been there before... in fact, just a few hours previously he had taken the Yellowtail for a joyride, and considered it a safe place. Afterward, Emily had driven an injured Kyle home before returning to her ranch, neither realizing that under the tarp stretched over the trailer, a scared Yellowtail was hiding.

Kyle had no idea how to explain the turn of events without looking suspicious. So instead, he decided to keep the whole thing quiet and surreptitiously return the dragon in due time.

That was his intended plan, at any rate...

--=-=--

Kyle awoke with a sputter as a dragon snout nudged his face. Startled, he sat up and immediately sending a spike of pain through his shoulder. Kyle swore and groaned, getting up more carefully this time.

Kyle had no idea how long he had been asleep, but it had only seemed like a few minutes. A glance at the clock revealed the numbers "10:24 am" flashing dimly, confirming it had been much longer than that. About a few hours, give or take.

"Gosh, Nix.... What do you want?" He rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up. And then with a moment of realization, his mind snapped to attention.

He had been asleep with Nixi having full reign over the house. Kyle immediately look around in a panic. The TV was still on, and thankfully not broken. All the doors down the hallway were still closed. Good. The empty pizza box that used to be on the counter was now on the living room floor, chewed and ripped to shreds. Kyle frowned. A couple of other random objects were also now on the floor.... The dragon rancher's handbook was at his feet, the remote somehow was next to the front door....

All of the sudden Kyle realized he was missing a sock. He leaned over the futon, finding it on the floor next to the legpost. How the heck did that happen? Why?

The dragon, seeing Kyle awake, closed in. With a playful trill, she wedged Kyle's legs open with her snout and leaned into his crotch, giving the area a lick along his zipper and looking up for a reaction.

Kyle found a smile forming on his face, and gave the dragon a stroke along the snout. "What are you up to, Nix?"

Getting in closer, Nixi nosed under Kyle's shirt a bit, looking for the top of his jeans. When she found them, the dragon latched on with her teeth firmly and yanked back with a growl, demanding the clothes to come off. Unfortunately for the Yellowtail, though, the jeans remained securely buttoned, and after a moment the dragon gave up with an annoyed huff, her mind working on how to get Kyle to do the deed for her.

She put her paws on Kyle's open thighs and leaned up to give another lick across Kyle's chin, letting out a terse churr. Her webbed tail swayed, slapping against the coffee table with a loud thunk.

He cradled the dragon's head in his hands and rubbed her scaled cheeks. "Sheesh, you wake me up just because you're horny?"

Nixi fidgeted and squirmed out of his grasp, instead ducking down again to nudge and nibble at the denim covering his crotch with her snout. The dragon must be bored, he mused. He couldn't blame her. It was a small apartment, and she had nothing to entertain herself, no toys or other dragons...

Kyle felt a chuckle escape his lips. "I'll take that as a yes. Maybe we can-"

And then, at the very worst possible moment, Kyle heard a tinny rendition of the Fraggle Rock theme song blasting from the coffee table.

He swore under his breath. That was his phone.

Abruptly, Kyle pushed the dragon away, causing Nixi to let out an unhappy yowl as he reached for his phone. But before he made it, the feisty Yellowtail decided to suddenly half-way jump onto his lap, causing Kyle to let out a gasp of surprise. She leaned her body into him, forcing Kyle to grasp at air, his phone only an inch out of reach.

"Woah, Nix! Hold on!" he gasped. "Not right now!"

The dragon did not listen, instead letting out a playful growl as she licked across his face. Two forepaws were on his thighs, gripping tightly, and Nixi began to climb up onto the futon further, slowly crawling on top of him. She was searching to line up her hips with his own, but Kyle's hand immediately slapped down on the Yellowtail's back, preventing her from laying on him completely. Nixi struggled at first, but then abruptly gave up for now, deciding she was content with lying on him only halfway, with her chest lying on his stomach.

"Oh come on!" he complained. "Not while the phone's ringing!"

Grimacing in pain, Kyle kept the dragon in place with his good arm while he stretched with his bad arm to try and grab his phone. Kyle winced as he glanced at the name of the caller.

It was Emily.

Great... exactly the last person he wanted to talk to while Nixi was starting to get frisky.

"Oh gosh, oh gosh..." he mumbled. "Just stay quiet, Nix. I gotta take this call." The dragon cocked her head as Kyle brought the phone to his ear.

Kyle cleared his throat. "Oh... hey... hey, Emmie."

"Kyle!" Emily's voice gushed through the tiny phone speaker. "Hey! I wanted to wait until later in the day so you had a chance to wake up!"

Kyle glanced at the clock on his cable box again. Looks like Emily had called at 10:30, right on the dot. Of course, always the punctual one in her family. Emily had probably been up since the crack of dawn, so past 10 AM probably was like mid-day to her. At any rate, it was later than when she usually called, so that counted for something at least.

Kyle let out a grunt from the dragon on his stomach smacked his chest with a playful paw in an attempt to get his attention. He gave her an angry glare. "Urf, yeah... I'm up. Not completely, but I'm up."

Kyle tried to turn away from the dragon and held the phone close to his ear. Nixi quickly saw the phone as a distraction of some sort, so she batted at it and tried to knock it out of his hand. The two quickly began a silent game of keep away, with Nixi delighted at the game and Kyle completely flustered over the whole ordeal. What annoyed him the most was knowing that the dragon was very capable of being a lot more patient if she wanted to. It was almost as if she was deliberately choosing to be a nuisance instead.

... a very tempting nuisance, but a nuisance nonetheless!

"Yeah, so how's your shoulder?" Emily asked. "Are you doing okay? I wanted to check up on you, make sure you're hanging in there after the accident."

The accident. Of course.

Kyle shielded the phone from the dragon with his hands and closed his eyes to get his mind off the Yellowtail on his stomach. "I'm fine," he said, dismissing her, but then chose to be a bit more frank.

"Well, I'm in a lot of pain still. It's hard to stay asleep. But I'm managing, Emmie... it's not bad. Just need a few days off, that's all."

Kyle could almost imagine his cousin's reaction: she tended to suck on her cheek when she heard unpleasant news. Sure enough, Kyle heard a loud lip smack when she opened her mouth to talk again.

"So are you okay? Do you need anything? If you need a trip to the clinic, I have no problem covering the bill. Honestly. Don't feel like you need to-"

"I, no, that's okay, Em."Kyle interrupted. "I, uh..." Kyle's train of thought got lost as the dragon leaned forward to lick at his chin. Her paws were grasping at his shirt wantonly, and Kyle could see the Yellowtail's hips moving in provocative ways. It was more than enough to distract him.

"I'm ... Well, I have some left-over vicodin lying around, so I'm rationing that. I... Stuff tends to leave me really groggy, but I'm doing really good on it."

The Yellowtail's tongue found his chin. She began to explore his skin with slow licks. Kyle, feeling his budding frustration grow, let out a grumble.

Kyle felt a sordid rush of guilt well up inside of him as he decided to fish for a little information. "So, um... have you heard or seen of the missing dragon, yet?"

He pushed away that missing dragon's snout from his chin as Emily replied.

"No hide nor hair of her yet, but I'm sure she's not far. Nixi's a good girl who knows where her food is; she'll come back eventually. And if worse comes to worse, we'll have to go out and search for her."

Kyle fought hard to stop himself from letting out a sarcastic comment about the dragon being a good girl when she was currently trying her best to be a very bad one. The Yellowtail sat up, deciding to turn around, providing a brief respite. The important thing was he learned that no one was worried about Nixi's absence quite yet. That brought about a rush of relief. That meant he had plenty of time to get her back.

"Well, that's good, I guess," he replied.

"Yeah, no biggie, hopefully. Though I'm starting to worry she might be hiding because she's hurt."

Kyle frowned. "Yeah... Its just that-Oof!"

Kyle's eyes bugged out as Nixi sat down on his chest, her haunches facing him. Instantly, she scooted back, playfully sticking her feminine parts in his face, making her desires clear.

"Kyle?"

Kyle struggled to keep the dragon crotch off his face as best he could as he cradled the phone against his good shoulder.

"I... I'm fine, Emmie." He stammered, his voice flustered and strained as he pushed against Nixi's butt with his forearm. "I just tweaked my shoulder a bit, that's all..." The dragon was adamant. Her feminine parts were only an inch away and threatening to mash his face. The scent of female dragon teased his nose. He groaned and strained trying to keep the Yellowtail butt at bay. Then, in a moment of eureka, Kyle lifted a leg up, slid his foot behind her horns and pushed. With her head caught by Kyle's foot, the rest of Nixi's body was quickly forced off of him with an unhappy grunt, and Kyle, letting out a sigh of satisfaction, turned his attention back to the phone.

"Yeah, sorry, Emmie..." he glared at the Yellowtail, mouthing a silent, angry "No!" as she laid down between his legs, this time face-to-face. Nixi looked nothing but amused as she ignored him, slowly crawling forward again. He tried to get up, but at that moment, he really did tweak his shoulder, causing him to flinch and gasp in pain.

"Gosh... I'm in a lot of pain..." Kyle breathed, trying to squeeze his legs shut between the dragon to stop her from moving. It worked... for the moment.

"Kyle, you're okay yourself, right? You don't need anything?" Emily asked, sounding worried.

The dragon nipping at his arm added to his frustration.

"Gosh, Emily, you're starting to act like mom!" he complained, immediately regretting letting his annoyance over the Yellowtail come out in the tone of his voice. He put his palm on Nixi's snout and sternly kept her tongue at bay. Not to be out-done, the dragon grabbed hold of his wrist with both paws and began to slowly lick at his fingers, staring at him with an expression that couldn't be mistaken for amorousness. Slowly, she shifted her hips over one of his prostrate legs and sat down on it, grinding on him slowly.

"Oh gosh, you're right!" Emily apologetically gushed. "I'm sorry... It's just. Look, we're all really worried about you here on the ranch. Especially me, because it was my dragon, and-"

"But that doesn't mean it was your fault." Kyle retorted, his eyes fixated as he watched the yellowtail on top of him begin to nibble and mouth at his index finger, the dragon having always found Kyle's hands to be a very appealing part of the human body. He couldn't bring himself to get her to stop her anymore; he was transfixed. Nixi felt his heart thumping in his chest from the anxiety of the situation. She took it as a sign of arousal, which encouraged her to explore his hand even more.

"I know, Kyle! I-"

Nixi suddenly let out a loud, playful growl as she slid her thick, draconic tongue between his fingers, causing Kyle to quickly pull the phone away from the dragon as possible so her noises wouldn't be picked up by the phone. The fast motion of his arm tweaked his shoulder in the process, causing him to cry out and drop the phone as a spike of pain wracked his sore joint.

"Nixi! No!" he hissed, and shushed her, but the dragon ignored him, brazenly keeping eye contact in a show of defiance. He tried to pull his hand away, but the dragon tightened the grip of her clawed toes around his wrist. They fought and wrestled a bit, but as Kyle pulled his hand to his chest, he only succeeding in encouraging Nixi to follow it, climbing on top of his prostrate body even more. He watched the dragon's tail excitedly thump against the back of the futon and swore, knowing it would be difficult to push her off with his shoulder in its current state.

Kyle groaned in pain as he slowly, carefully reached down and picked up the phone off the carpet with his weak arm. Surprisingly, he found Emily still talking, as if nothing had happened at all.

"-So it's not just about you, it's about my standards as a dragon keeper and the standards I have for my dragons, too. Any accident on the ranch is my responsibility, after all, and-"

"Hey, Emmie..." Kyle gasped, interrupting her. "Can I...."

Kyle's eyes bugged out of his skull as he watched Nixi, slowly and deliberately, opened her jaws and take his wet, saliva-covered finger into her mouth. She closed her maw around the digit and began to fellate it as she would do to another part of his body. Kyle swallowed and let out a whistling breath as his chest tightened even more. The dragon was surprisingly keen on trying to entice Kyle, working his finger with her tongue using a practiced technique as she stared into his eyes with a knowing glare. The expanding in his pants was beginning to feel painful, and Nixi felt the quickly-growing bulge on her belly scales, instantly telling the dragon she was making all the right moves, encouraging her even more.

"... Can I call you back later?" Kyle squeaked, his voice sounding suddenly shaky.

Part of him was grateful the dragon wasn't just trying to pull his pants off and mount him like she usually did, but on the other hand, seeing her be so teasing for a change made her that much harder to resist. Such a behavior seemed unexpected for a dragon, but if anything, Nixi seemed to delight in every second of it, never letting her eyes off his contorted, conflicted expression as she slowly suckled his index finger down to the knuckle.

"Yeah, sure... is everything okay? Are your painkillers starting to wear off?" Emily asked.

Kyle felt his cheeks had flushed red as he watched the Yellowtail slowly bob her head on his finger. The wanton look she gave was practically unbearable. She had given him that look before, when her mouth was filled with a different body part of his....

"Yeah, you could say..." Kyle swallowed thickly as he tried to relieve the pressure in his pants. "I'm sorta feeling very, very uncomfortable right now..."

Deciding she was done with his finger, Nixi removed the digit from her mouth and leaned close, getting into his face and giving him a lick on the neck. It was long, slow, and lingering act... one deliberately meant to arouse. Feeling a sudden rush of excitement come to him, Kyle tried desperately to not make a sound as he sucked in a sudden breath. He tried to push the Yellowtail's face away, but she let out a draconic yowl of protest and squirmed out of his grasp, trying to get more licks in whenever she could.

"What was that noise?" Emily asked, the sudden confusion quite obvious in her tone of voice.

Kyle instantly knew she had heard something that was very, very impossible. His mind went reeling.

"I... uh..."

Nixi latched on to his free ear and began to nibble on it, churring softly into his ear canal. Kyle felt a hot exhale from her nostrils blow into his ear and stifled a groan.

"Mf... That was... just the TV."

"Ah, I see..."

There was a short period of silence that Kyle felt extraordinarily awkward with. Abruptly, he cleared his throat.

"Listen, I'll call you later, Emmie. Gotta go!"

Without waiting for his cousin to reply, Kyle mashed his thumb on the "end call" button and threw his phone on the ground, then suddenly turned his attention back to the Yellowtail on his chest.

"You damn dragon!" he cried out in a mixture of frustration and laughter, suddenly taking Nixi in both arms. Seeing she had finally gotten his full attention, the antsy Yellowtail let out a triumphant warble as she began to scoot up on his body. Lining her hips up with his own, she pressed in provocatively against the stiff bulge in his pants, letting out a growl. In that one moment Kyle thought the dragon looked positively gleeful.

"I hate you," he laughed, bringing his hands up to stroke her cheek.

"How come you gotta be so.... darn... annoying-ah!" Kyle paused as another long, wet ply of her tongue lathed across his neck, sending a chill down his spine.

"...so darn hard to ignore, too," he mumbled.

His hand ran down her scaled chest, running over the bumps and furrows of her armored hide, then quickly snaked into his jeans and finally relieved himself of the painful pressure by pulling his growing erection up to rest against his stomach.

"There..." he breathed, letting out a sigh of relief. Nixi looked amused at the odd behavior.

The dragon bent down to lick across his cheeks and neck, churring softly. She seemed anxious and aroused, likely having gotten her own self worked up in the process of her little "game". He felt Nixi try to get up, but he held the dragon there for a while, not wanting to rush. The two lay on the futon for a moment, enjoying the simple feeling of another body to rock against, with Kyle giving the dragon affectionate rubs across her snout and cheeks.

"Man..." he muttered, a smile drawing across his face. "Feels so much easier to try this in the privacy of my own apartment for once..."

He could not keep her for much longer. Abruptly, the dragon sat up and scooted back, nipping at his shirt and pulling on it with a terse growl.

"Alright, alright..." Kyle sat up with a painful groan. "Just don't rip another one of my shirts."

Carefully, Kyle did his best to pull the t-shirt off. His shoulder felt horribly stiff and painful as he lifted his arm up to his head. His socket gave the feeling like it could pop out again at any moment. His careful pace was too slow for Nixi, however, but as the dragon still had not quite figured out how to remove Kyle's clothes herself, she instead did her best to encourage. Playfully, her head disappeared under the shirt as she nosed underneath and began licking across his chest and stomach, getting Kyle to laugh.

When he finally managed to slide the thing over his head and off his arms, it was there that the dragon noticed the discolored bruises on his shoulder, courtesy of the bony lumps on Mitka's tail that had forcefully stuck him. In seeing the bruises, Nixi at once was reminded of her own injuries from the night before: her wings ached when she flapped or stretched, and the gash along her flank stung at the touch.

"Try to go easy on my shoulder, girl," he said, giving the dragon a pat on her snout. Pausing, she bent close to sniff, then gave the biggest bruise the tiniest of licks before pulling away, causing Kyle to smile.

With only the jeans to contend with now, Nixi bent down and gave them another tug, eager to get the things off. She watched carefully as Kyle un-buttoned and un-zipped, paying attention to his hands and seeing what they did. The recognizable sound of the zipper was her clue that the pants were finally free to come off. After hearing the noise, she latched on to the denim with a growl and yanked hard.

With the Yellowtail's help, Kyle was able to remove the rest of his clothing quite easily. Pleased to have her mate in the nude, she stepped over him, jealously eyeing the erection that was already waiting for her. She lifted a paw and placed it down on his cock, pressing it against his belly with an eager churr. His hands moved down to her flanks, but as his fingers brushed over the gash on her shoulder, a sudden, terse growl caused him to jerk away.

"Oops, sorry," he said, giving her snout a brisk rub. "I forgot we're both kinda beat up after last night...." He gave an apologetic smile.

The dragon held eye contact as she slowly kneaded and worked Kyle's cock with her paw, flexing her toes liberally on his rigid shaft. Kyle let out a sigh of pleasure and continued to stroke the dragon's neck and chin, eager to encourage her to continue. He was in no rush. Kyle briefly fantasized about the dragon learning how to grasp and stroke him like a human would.... For a moment imagining himself lying back and relaxing while she stroked him off.

But the paw left his groin, and Kyle found himself wanting. Nixi let out a long growl as she slowly began to climb over him, causing him to suck in an excited breath. Kyle was beyond the stage of the dragon's growling scaring him: he had come to recognize the difference between the quiet, low, and humming from arousal and the more aggressive, high-energy growl that usually came due to anger. Saying nothing, Kyle's hands found the dragon's flanks, and he held the Yellowtail gently as she stepped over him.

"Time to get on with the show, eh?" he mused.

As if silently agreeing, Nixi sat down on the erection pressed against Kyle's stomach. A pleasured hiss escaped her lips as the dragon felt bare cock press against her scaled slit. The smooth, furrowed scutes of her underbelly rubbed against the underside of Kyle's shaft as Nixi slowly bucked, providing a unique and exotic sensation on his skin. Nixi stared at Kyle with what could be counted as a grin, the tip of her tongue sticking out of her mouth as she dry-humped against him, feeling thrilled to have that human's enticing, masculine organ between her legs at last.

"Mf." Kyle grunted from the pressure on his shaft. He then let out a long sigh and relaxed his head on the futon, in no hurry to take things further.

"Man..." Kyle let out a short chuckle as the dragon continued to buck. "I feel a lot more comfortable without having anybody wondering where I am and why your pen is suddenly locked."

The humor was lost on the dragon, but the heated mood was not as she delightfully found Kyle starting to grind his hips back into her own. Her bucking gradually started to increase in power, the dragon quickly working herself up. She began to pant softly through her teeth, becoming focused on grinding that sensitive little nub of hers along her human's shaft. Kyle gasped at the sensation, feeling every exotic bump and furrow of her waxy scales on his shaft as she rocked her slit back and forth on his cock.

Eventually, her hips took to a new motion, as Nixi focused more on the tip of his cock. She tried leaning into it, trying to get it to slide into her, all while licking at Kyle's chest impatiently. She was ready.

The Yellowtail put her forepaws firmly on Kyle's chest, avoiding the bruises on his shoulder. She waited expectantly, hips positioned over his cock as Kyle took his shaft in hand and drew it over the cleft in Nixi's scales. He felt his tip smear with the warm fluids that had accumulated along the dragon's slit lips. Parting the scales that guarded her entrance, he found the spot where he could slide in deeper and his hips arched up on reflex, slipping the tip in.

Kyle's breath was snatched from him as Nixi lowered herself on his cock, the dragon letting out a long hiss of satisfaction. She wasted no time letting him sink in deeper. Kyle watched as inch after inch disappeared of his own member between the dragon's hind legs. Feeling himself slip inside of her and having Yellowtail's bulk against his own body sent his mind in a daze, and Kyle wrapped his hands around the dragon's scaled waist, eager to continue. Nixi eagerly took him to the hilt and rested her haunches on him. She felt satisfied in seeing her mate under her feet, fully claimed for her use. In a tease, Nixi constricted her muscular passage around him tightly, eager to see Kyle's reaction as he gasped and flinched in pleasure.

Seeing Kyle under her gave the dragon a sense of satisfaction, and the Yellowtail decided to tease for a while. She kept her hips on his and leaned in close to his face, planting licks across his neck and face, leaving Kyle stuck inside her to the hilt. Kyle let out a hum of pleasure and adjusted his laying position. But when he began to slowly thrust into her, the dragon let out a terse growl and nipped his nose.

"Hey!" Kyle flinched and rubbed his nose, not expecting that at all. He stared at the dragon still quietly seated on his cock, perplexed at her behavior. She watched his face, sitting completely still. Unsure, Kyle tried again, but doing so only produced another growl out of the Yellowtail. Her claws tightened on his skin.

"What, you wanna do it yourself, then?" He shrugged with his eyebrows. "Sure, go ahead."

Kyle relaxed, expecting the dragon to begin rocking against him, but Nixi was a statue. The only motion was coming from the expansion of her rib cage with every breath. He waited for what seemed like several minutes, still buried to the base inside of her. The Yellowtail kept her amber eyes fixated on him, her expression bearing a suspicious look that Kyle knew very well. He frowned.

"Nix, wha-"

The tiniest bit of movement out of his hips earned Kyle a paw to the face and another growl. Sputtering, he grabbed her leg by the wrist and pulled it away.

"Oh... stop it," he laughed, setting her paw next to his shoulder. "Quit pretending like you aren't every bit as eager as I am."

Wrapping his hands securely around her, he began to work the dragon slowly, thrusting at a slow pace. Upset at losing control of her game, Nixi pretended to object with a yowl and struggled in his arms, flapping her wings in protest.

But as Kyle suspected, her show of annoyance was only superficial, and it wasn't long before the dragon suddenly gave up on her act and relaxed in his arms, having decided to accept the steady motion of Kyle's hips. She closed her eyes, arched her back, and less than a minute later, let out a jubilant trill as she let Kyle thrust into her. Kyle laughed at how quickly she appeared to switch gears and take to the current turn of events.

"You're such a ridiculous dragon," he chuckled, giving her a scratch across her scaly chest. Looking down at him, Nixi let out an affectionate coo in response.

Right after, Kyle closed his eyes, his mind's attention quickly getting focused on the draconic vagina currently around his cock. Nixi always seemed to be an incredible fit. The dragon felt sweetly snug around his girth, and her passage had an agreeable, silky texture to it that seemed to never have an end. The dragon liked to squeeze around him, often doing so with an enthusiastic growl or churr, and every time he felt a set of powerful muscles tightening around him unique, enticing ways. She also gave off ample lubrication when aroused, always providing a sensual, agreeable slickness that tended to leak around her entrance.

The Yellowtail bent her neck down and looked at Kyle face-to-face, enthralled with their love-making session. Churring softly, she began to nip and nibble along his face, starting with his lips and cheeks. Long ago Kyle would have been uncomfortable with Nixi's sharp-toothed, fire-breathing mouth so close to him, but by now, he took her proximity as a sign of trust. Kyle turned into her, getting a few kisses in, to which the dragon allowed.

He looked up at the dragon, his face locked into a goofy smile, and chuckled. "What do you think, Nix? Better than at the ranch? More privacy, at the very least."

Nixi was too busy enjoying the moment to respond much. The Yellowtail was hunched over him, thick, draconic tail resting listlessly between the human's legs as she focused on the piston-like motion of the human's cock. Nixi loved this position, and it wasn't just for the satisfaction of sitting on top of her mate. Mating in this way gave the dragon the opportunity to explore Kyle's cock rubbing against all the most delectable spots inside of her vent. Kyle noticed how often she seemed to arch and angle her hips, getting his shaft to hit all sorts of areas until she found one she liked the most. Each little nudge and quiver quickly riled the dragon up. It wasn't much longer before Nixi found an agreeable spot. Letting out a loud huff through her nostrils, she planted her forpaws firmly on his chest as she began a steady, circular motion of her hips.

Kyle instantly groaned, already in love with both watching and feeling her sinuous, serpentine hip roll. He held on to Nixi's scaled waist and thrust slowly, letting the dragon work at her own pace as he got lost on the warm, snug sliding around his cock. He took to stroking her flanks with one hand.

Nixi quickly reached her zone as she grinded that sensitive spot inside of her vent against Kyle's cock, milking the pleasure for all it was worth. The dragon's eyes shut tight as she slowly increased in pace and fervor until Kyle felt his whole body rocking against the futon cushions. Impassioned, she took to biting gently along Kyle's neck, growling into his chin as she continued to buck and grind. She flexed her tail down, using the leverage and powerful muscles to help lift her body on every bounce to take the workload off her hind legs.

"Nixi-" Kyle gasped, feeling at a loss for what to do except to hang on.

The dragon bounced wildly on his cock, her hips slamming into him at a rough pace, her head and neck swaying slightly. Nixi had lost all pretense of where she was at the moment, her mind focused solely on the wonderful cock gliding deep inside of her, the set of human hands on her hips, and the warmth and softness of a scale-less body. She continued on at the delirious pace for several minutes, keen on getting out a big climax. Kyle watched her, his eyes wide and mouth slightly parted, as the dragon drove her hips on his cock in a mindless rapture.

After a few minutes, her tiny churrs and grunts began to chance noticeably and her body began to tense in preparation of a big finish. And then, all at once, the dragon let out as her orgasm overtook her. Her rocking slowed down suddenly, her hips slamming down on Kyle as she mindlessly tried to guide him deeper. He gasped as her internal vent began to convulse and constrict around him. Nixi threw her head back and let out a long, low growl. Her fluttering wings seemed to wantonly grasp at the very air around her. Her tail moved on its own, spastically slapping against the futon cushions with soft thumps. All the while the dragon was in ecstasy as she rode Kyle's cock through her orgasm.

Kyle added his own thrusts, eager to see her through. He knew the dragon tended to have an appetite, and wouldn't hesitate for more. Nixi collapsed on his chest, temporarily dazed. Kyle saw his opportunity. At once he grabbed the dragon by her tail base, lifted her rear up, and used his legs for leverage as he began to heavily thrust into her. Nixi's eyes bugged out of her skull, not expecting the turn of events at all. She tensed up, claws tightening against Kyle's chest, and let out a yowl of surprise and pleasure.

"Almost... there..." Kyle whispered, his face already locked in concentration.

He held onto the dragon, squeezing her tightly, his one hand securely grasping her tailbase. Nixi did not like to be held down, but the dragon was far too gone to care. After a big climax with a lot of grinding and legwork, the dragon was unable to do much of anything but relax and bask in the pleasure of being taken. Unable to concentrate, her hind legs found themselves no longer able to push, and she stretched them out behind her instead so that she was fully lying down on top of Kyle's chest. She let out quiet coos and grunts as Kyle slammed his hips into her backside. Her clit rubbed against his cockbase on every push, sending delightful pulses of pleasure across her body, already feeling another orgasm build up.

It wasn't much longer before Kyle felt a pressure welling up inside his groin signaling an impending climax. He didn't hold back, the lengthy hump session so far being more than enough to satisfy. He felt the pressure building, and then, with a loud groan, he slammed Nixi's rump down as he thrust inward, causing the dragon to shudder as he came deep inside. He felt the Yellowtail's vent come to life with a pulsing rythym of contractions. He heard Nixi growl once more as she felt his shaft thicken and throb, being eager to feel the release of his seed inside of her. Their combined fluids mingled, and Nixi, her face locked in concentration, felt the excess began to leak out. She rocked back into him mindlessly, both human and dragon's hips flinched and twitched as Kyle gave the dragon his last few thusts.

And then, for a while, as the commotion slowly died down, the grunts, growls, and groans coming to silence, nothing could be heard except for the sounds of a dragon and human breathing hard. Feeling the tension leave his body, Kyle let out a huge sigh and kicked his feet out, swearing to himself. The dragon on his chest felt limp and anemic. He felt her racing heartbeat through her armored chest scales. He lay there for a moment, trying to find his breath.

"Damn, Nix.... Seems like you've had a lot of energy pent up..." he gasped.

Slowly, the dragon lifted herself up to a sitting position, looking at Kyle face-to-face. Nixi was panting hard, her tongue lazily hanging out of her mouth. But the look in her eyes was that of glee. With a lift and shake of her hips, she pulled out of him, and Kyle felt cool air pour over his wet shaft. Kyle gave her a rub on the snout, happy to see her satisfied.

"Sorry about that last part... I find it hard to finish if I'm not doing the thrusting myself." He chuckled, knowing the dragon probably didn't mind regardless.

He was moments away from guiding Yellowtail back down on his chest, thinking maybe she would like to stay, or perhaps lick his shaft clean like she usually did, but Nixi, as if suddenly remembering something, instead jumped off of him in a flourish.

"Hey..." Kyle raised an eyebrow.

Panting still, Nixi jumped off the futon, pausing quickly to stretch her legs and tail, and then headed straight for the kitchen. Seconds later, Kyle heard the sound of water sloshing.

"Ah..." he mumbled with a knowing smile, priding himself on remembering to set that water out earlier for the dragon to drink. Maybe he wasn't so bad at this whole caring-for-a-dragon thing after all! Kyle sat up, and for the first time in what seemed like a long time, a painful spasm in his shoulder reminded him once again of his injuries. He seethed and grabbed his arm. Must have been distracted enough to not notice it as much during the sex, he thought.

Slowly, he sat up in the nude, taking time to stretch himself. He glanced at the clock. Still plenty of time left in the day. Who knows what else what would happen. He still had to get the dragon in the bath, clean her wounds, take her outside for bathroom time, or maybe try and see if he could get her to use the toilet....

And then with a moment of realization, he frowned, and added dinner to his mental list. There weren't enough hotdogs left for Nixi to have another meal. That meant Kyle had to make a trip to the convenience store and get back-all without Nixi getting into any trouble while he was gone! Something told him that such a feat would be harder than it sounded...

But dinner was something he'd have to tackle later. Letting out a satisfied sigh, Kyle wiped the thoughts from his mind as he bent down to pick his clothes up. And in that moment, his eyes wandered, and he let out a swear.

There was a collection of wet spots on his futon now, courtesy of a certain horny Yellowtail.

"Oh gosh, Nixi!" he gasped in dismay.

In a flash he ran to the bathroom, coming back with a spraybottle of cleaning fluid and a towel. There was no way he could have his futon end up smelling like THAT!

Nixi reappeared from the kitchen, lapping her chops and looking satisfied with a belly full of water. She came back just in time, curious to see Kyle frantically pouring water over his futon and blotting it up with a towel. He glanced over at her, mildly flustered.

"Next time, I'm putting down sheets first!"

The Yellowtail cocked her head in confusion.

TO BE CONTINUED

Post-story notes:

~ Lol, simultaneous orgasms. Always in fiction. Always. It's so cheesy, but it's also appealing, so it finds its way in the story anyway, lol.

~HOLY CRAP, look at all that fucking plot I put in! It's almost like.... The story could be clean! :o "Say it aint so, Ausfer!" I know, I know.... I'm a horrible porn writer, including all this "clean" crap and stuff...

~I enjoyed this chapter. Back on Dragon Ranch, Nixi was mostly reacting to Kyle in a relatively isolated environment (unless Relia was involved). But for the first time you, the readers, get to see Nixi react to a lot of of different things, which gives you a great chance to see Nixi's personality in many situations.

~I have so many ideas for Kyle and Nixi adventures.... There was TON I didn't include just in this chapter, including several sex scenes! However, im not sure what story I should continue next. I do have a lot of ideas for new stories as well! I'm not sure what to work on next....

~How long is Kyle going to keep Nixi in his apartment? The answer is... "as long as I can stand to write it." Or I guess.... If anyone commissions me for a sequel, it will go even longer than that, lol.

~Dragon Ranch tends to cover a lot of gray areas on the furry-zoo spectrum. And while I have my opinions, I try to not get too preachy with the morals behind dragonfucking, here. Well, yeah, I tend to hint she's way smarter than the average animal, and it's clear she can consent in my opinion. However, the reader is encouraged to draw their own conclusion as to exactly how intelligent Nixi is. Certainly, her inability to speak makes it harder to look at her in human terms, there's other things she does that make her seem quite intelligent.

~For those of you wondering.... the infamous feminine toy, the Infiltrator, is still in a ripped bookbag that Kyle left in his truck.

~Narse commissioned this story. He wanted a sequel to Dragon Ranch, so thank him if you enjoyed it

~Fuck SoFurry for screwing up the formatting when I copy and paste.