An Arrangement Between Riders
Story by draconicon on SoFurry
A dragon in a city’s mounted police force has had enough with his rider, and puts him in his place.
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[b][u][center]An Arrangement Between Riders
For Revakulgr
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
The traditional concept of the Mounted Police Unit had taken a bit of a turn in High Falls. Elsewhere on the continent, it was mostly done through the nearest approximation to equines that one was able to domesticate, or - in the case of a few countries that were closer to magical forests than others - the use of intelligent bestials, like centaurs and the like. One city out on the edge of Eastern Europe actually had a few squads of gryphons, which, while powerful, were still a step down from what High Falls had: dragons.
One of the mounts of the mounted police, Revakulgr happened to be one of the bigger dragons on the force, but that didn’t mean much when his assigned partner was a hard-ass that pushed him harder than any other rider would have thought completely sane. The purple-black dragon enjoyed his work, of course, but there was a limit to what he’d tolerate from his rider.
“Come on, Rev. Let’s get these criminals to the station; should have time for one more patrol,” his rider, Alexander, said.
“If you think I’m going anywhere but the showers, you’re mistaken.”
“Come on. There’s plenty of time. There’s still daylight.”
“And if you think that I have the energy for that, you’re dead wrong.”
“Come on. It’s just been seven hours.”
“Seven hours of sitting for you, seven hours at a trot for me,” the feral dragon said, rolling his head one way and then the other. Many pops and cracks followed. “Ugh. Do you know how hard it is to keep that going after four hours, let alone seven? Any other dragon would have kicked you off their back by now. If you want to go on another patrol, pick a different mount.”
“Fine, fine. Geez.”
“Hmmph.”
“Lazy.”
Revakulgr stopped in the middle of the police plaza, turning his head to look at the human on his back.
“What was that?”
“...Nothing.”
“Better.”
Lazy. Hmmph. Alexander didn’t know how good he had it. For all that the human was the sort to bask in the glory of his accomplishments, he never seemed to get it through his thick skull that most of those accomplishments were due entirely to Revakulgr’s own instincts and the dragon always putting out his best efforts. If there had been any other mount under the human, they would have collapsed of sheer exhaustion hours ago, and the rider would have been up for review.
[i]He needs to learn his place.[/i]
The dragon walked up to the side door of the station and halted, letting his rider pull the prisoners off his tail and drop them down the chute to the cells down below. They would be processed, and the two of them could go and get a shower.
And that gave him an idea.
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They were in the locker rooms and Alexander had completely stripped down for a shower when Revakulgr grunted. The other dragons in the room heard him, and the lot of them - all smaller than him - quickly pushed their humans to leave. The mass evacuation went unnoticed by his rider, who was too busy staring at himself in a mirror and enjoying the view to notice that all potential witnesses had just beat feet.
He walked up behind the human. The size difference between them was rather extensive. He stood ten feet tall at the shoulder, while the human barely cleared six feet at the top of his head. Revakulgr was twenty feet long, and the human would be tiny under him, tinier than a soldier under a horse, and that was part of the appeal. He [i]liked[/i] having that visible mark of his own superiority over his rider, but it was useless so long as Alexander was too impressed with himself.
He leaned in from behind, nosing the human. His rider turned.
“What?”
“You need to learn.”
“Oh, what now?” Alexander asked, turning back to the mirror. “Learn to turn in early? Learn to put off work?”
“There’s limits. And you’re reaching mine.”
“Yeah, well, you’ve reached mine. If you were half the dragon you said you were, we’d be able to catch three times as many criminals. I guess I’ll just have to push you harder. Now -”
The locker crunched beneath the dragon’s claws as he slammed it shut, and Alexander all but jumped out of his skin as he leaped away. His towel hit the ground, too, revealing a rather meager little meat-worm between his legs compared to what the dragon would soon have between his own.
“What the hell, Rev?!”
“It’s Revakulgr. You will use my full name, and you [i]will[/i] listen to me. I’m the dragon in this relationship, and you are nothing more than a rider.”
“I’m the human, and -”
“And you rely on me to get the job done. And you ride harder than any other human on the force, and without so much as a word of appreciation. I think that it’s time to get what I deserve.”
Keeping his claws carefully drawn, he batted the human away from the lockers. Alexander stumbled toward a bench, half falling over it. The dragon pushed him down the rest of the way, pinning him in place and leaning on him until he heard the wheezing of air being pushed out of his rider’s lungs. It was a very pleasant sound, all things considered. He leaned in, hissing happily.
“Now…let me remind you of the rule…”
“Nnngh…get…off…”
“No.”
“You -”
“You ride me…and I ride you…”
Eyes widening with terror, Alexander looked up at him like he imagined humans used to look up at dragons, with the proper fear and respect that a dragon’s strength actually demanded. It had been far too long since he’d seen that properly, since any human had looked at him as anything but a beast of burden. This was what he deserved. [i]This[/i] was what he really needed as a dragon.
He growled as he pushed forward, his hips lowering slightly so he could drag his slit over that bare ass. A little pressure on the lips of it forced the tip of his cock out, and Alexander gasped in shock and perhaps a little awe. Revakulgr understood; few comprehended the true majesty of dragons until they felt it upon their bodies. And he had a great deal of ‘majesty’ between his hind legs, heh.
He ground back and forth, back and forth, smearing the weaker human with a layer of his pre-cum and making sure that the musk got settled in good and deep. His rider had a date tonight, and it was time for them to realize just how much of a [i]bitch[/i] he really was. If he didn’t have a dragon, he had nothing, and they might as well realize the truth before they got in any deeper. Or, better, learn that there was a dragon on offer, and they could leave the human for a real [i]beast.[/i]
“Mmmm…do you understand, human?” Revakulgr whispered.
“Ah…ah…I…I get it. You call the shots.”
“Yes. I do.”
“L-let me up, please.”
“No.”
“But -”
“I told you…you ride me…”
He shifted his hips back, the tip of his cock dragging all the way from near the center of the human’s spine down to his ass again, the sheer girth of it promising that the human would require a ride for the next few days. He smirked, his snout turning up in a cruel sneer as he lined himself up.
“And I ride you.”
He pushed in before Alexander could respond, and the human’s only words were a long, drawn-out wheeze. The air was pressed right out of his lungs as the dragon pushed in, each inch of feral cock grinding a little more air out of the human’s lungs. Alexander had his mouth open as if he wanted to scream, but no. There was no air for that. The dragon slid in further, further, feeling the heat of friction trying to slow him down, but he didn’t mind that. A little pain in a rut like this only added a bit of spice to the whole affair. He pushed in deeper, and Alexander clenched hard on him.
“Mmmm, feels like you like being ridden…”
“...”
“Well, then. Let’s make this a regular thing.”
“Nnnngh…”
“The harder you ride me during the day, the harder I ride you at the end of your shift. And you rode me…”
Squelch. His cock reached the halfway point, and the human tensed up under him. Probably pushing it to go further than that. He made a note of where that was on his cock, and leaned in.
“You rode me [i]very[/i] hard. It’s time to return the favor.”
“P-please…”
“Humans need to remember…you are all below a dragon…but in your case, it’s just more literal.”
He started pulling back, taking his time to really feel the tightness of that rim around his cock. Alexander whimpered and moaned beneath him, and perhaps another mount might have found it in his heart to see the human as something pitiable. Revakulgr, however, only saw him as something pathetic, something that needed to learn his place instead of hovering at the edge of competence and barely holding himself together.
It was time to break him, and break him he would.
“Brace yourself,” was all he said, and it was all the kindness that the human was going to get.
Thrust.
Squelch.
“Nnngh!”
“Take it…”
[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]
Summary: A dragon in a city’s mounted police force has had enough with his rider, and puts him in his place.
Tags: M/M, Cruelty, Dragon, Human, Feral/Human, Domination, Size Difference, Revenge, Locker Room, Anal, Pain,