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[center][b]Breeding the Jockey

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Revakulgr[/b][/center]

"NO!" Rain said firmly, planting a hand against the end of the dragon's snout with all the authority she could muster. "Not this time. Not to-fucking-day, buddy. NO. We are [i]not[/i] doing [i]anything[/i] like what you're thinking. [i]I[/i] am going to go take a shower. [i]You[/i] are going to go take a dust bath in the sand pit. [i]Then[/i] I will [i]oil[/i] you and [i]nothing[/i] else, got it? I'm sweaty, I'm tired, and I'm fucking sore from you [i]fucking me[/i] every single day for the last week. [i]Got it[/i]?"

The black-scaled dragon blinked, both startled and impressed by the command presence in her voice. His body took a moment to catch on that he had halted, and he ended up with his serpentine neck bent in a graceless hairpin loop, chin resting against his keel. Now [i]that[/i] was new, and it caused an approving, aroused rumble in his chest, which only earned him an even more deadly glare. She should have been born a dragon, though he would never tell her that. She would have made a lovely, lithe, beautiful, agile, occasionally assertive yet usually properly deferential strong, eager, and [i]fertile[/i] mate, especially if her scales had the same luster as her pitch-black hair, a fine match for his own obsidian.

Revakulgr turned the pleased growl into a deeper rumble, nosing her aside and pushing past her to stomp towards the sand pit with a ruffle of his wings and a flick of his tail. "I wasn't in the mood for that anyways. I do [i]not[/i] like coming in second, or anything other than first."

"Yeah, your cock says otherwise, big boy, and I just bet you were planning on taking out your frustration by pounding me into the tiles yet again. It was fine when it was once or twice a month, but every single day is wearing me out, and could you at least [i]try[/i] to be a bit more gentle sometimes?"

She was stripping out of her clothing at the same time, flinging her garments haphazardly for the staff to retrieve and wash. She was at least as upset by the loss as he was, and he knew that it was at least partially responsible for her mood. The use of her pet name for him also helped assuage his ego, though it might not be a bad idea to take her request under advisement. Humans were a bit more fragile than dragons, after all, and it could lead to some serious consequences if he accidentally caused her severe damage. He could always snag one of the cleaning crew to satiate his appetites, as he had done quite often before Rain's public debut as his personal cocksleve, and prey species furs were considered fair game for predatory breeds.

With his nose in the air, he gave a disdainful sniff and replied, "You can take it a well as any hen I've ever bred. I don't [i]need[/i] to be gentle." Then he glanced over at her and grinned, letting his fangs show in a companionable smile that was also half a threat. "But I'll take it under advisement. Dinner after while we watch the tapes?"

She nodded agreement and headed for the showers, and he allowed himself a pleased rumble that he'd managed to soothe her at least a little bit. He still wanted to fuck something, though, and preferably to pieces. His claws ached to dig into tender flesh and rend it apart, and he could almost taste the delicious coppery tang of blood, but that wasn't likely to be on the menu until much later. Or that was his expectation before he caught sight of the runt of a wolf bitch that was working on turning the sand for his dust bath. Maybe she'd been delayed in her duties or Rain and he had just come back to the lockers more quickly than expected due to their loss, but she was there, raking through the hot sand in a staff uniform, and he was there, horny and frustrated and wanting to alleviate both problems.

"I'll just be a minute or two more, sir," she began, but cut off with a yelp when he pounced atop her.

He clamped one set of foreclaws around her muzzle to muffle her, not wanting to annoy Rain, and raked the claws of his other forelimb down her front, shredding her uniform and slicing through the fur and skin beneath. She swatted and kicked at him, but it was a pointless gesture. Few things on this world were a match for a dragon, and they'd helped make these tasty little snacks to ensure that remained true. Humans were a paranoid bunch, after all, and prone to weaponize any technology that they laid hands on. He opened his mouth in a wide grin that was anything but friendly and absolutely a threat, letting a little of his pooling saliva drip out onto the panicking bitch, then swiftly broke her lower jaw to prevent biting, flipped her around, and plunged his cock down her throat so that his sheath rested against her tonsils.

He sat himself on her head, pressing it into the sand, and let out a contented purr at the sensations she gave him while she struggled through the final minutes of her life. Her pathetic imitations of his own predatory teeth dimpled the softer scales of his sack, ticklish, and her body bucked and writhed to wriggle her gullet deliciously around him and milk at his length. He could feel the pounding of her heart and the suction as her lungs strained for air, finding his hard flesh blocking her airways. Even if that hadn't been the case, having her head buried in the sand would have done her in. With his shaft pleasantly sheathed in the hot flesh of a lesser species, he took hold of one of her flailing legs and bent his head down to give it a nibble, ripping away most of the meat from her calf, giving it a few chews before gulping it down.

The hot, salty taste of fresh, living, bleeding meat was a balm to his wounded pride, and he snipped off the rest of the damaged limb at the knee, rumbling as he crunched the bones, grinding them between his fangs, savoring the creamy marrow. Then his bladder reminded him that he hadn't yet had his post-race piss, and he figured he might as well. She wasn't going to last much longer what with the suffocation and the blood loss, and she wasn't going to be good for fucking after she was dead. She certainly couldn't complain. He took hold of her other thigh and spread her legs wide as he looked down with interest, feeling the relief as urine flooded out of him and into her, watching her stomach first plump, then swell, then balloon.

It put pressure on the tip of his cock, almost making him regret that he'd broken her so swiftly, but then the pressure gave way as something ruptured inside of her. A mixture of piss, blood, and her guts shot out from between her legs to cascade across the sand in a gory wave, and he felt her struggles slowing. He made a snack of her undamaged leg, happily tearing it from her body, just as the team manager burst into the locker room shrieking incoherently and loudly enough to hurt the dragon's eardrums. He cast an annoyed glance towards the human male with the wolf's paw hanging out of his jaws, and the man actually skidded to a halt. James looked caught between wanting to vomit, wanting to rip into someone himself, and terrified.

"Rev, did you know the cameras were still rolling?" the manager inquired after a moment to calm himself and catch his breath.

"What in the hell is all that noise?" the dragon's rider demanded, appearing beside her fellow human in nothing but her skin and what water clung to her delectable bronze hide. "Oh, god, what? Rev! Wait. Cameras... There are [i]still[/i] cameras in here?"

She rounded on James with a hand raised ready to slug him, and he raised his own defensively. "I didn't have them removed! They were a good side line for cash! I didn't expect him to fucking [i]eat[/i] someone in here! I just thought the fans would appreciate the view, since you weren't gonna do the dirty, and I most definitely did [i]not[/i] get the feed cut quickly enough..."

Rain hung her head and wiped a hand across her eyes as the dragon, with only a very slight feeling of guilt, slurped the severed limb into his mouth and wrenched the nearly dead lupine from his cock. She was still alive, just barely, and he held her out to the humans in case they wanted to try and save her. Both of them cringed away, so he ruffled his wings in a shrug and put her out of her misery by the expedient of shoving her into his mouth and chewing thoroughly. That made even more of a mess of his scales and the sand beneath, but that was what the showers and cleaning staff were for, after all.

"God, this is gonna be a fucking [i]nightmare[/i]," the human male moaned, but the jockey took hold of his shoulders and gave him a firm shake.

"Get a hold of yourself, Jimmy! This is what managers are for! Go and put some spin on this shit, or whatever it is you people do to make it not a problem. There have been bigger scandals in sports without any major repercussions, and more than just your career depends on you handling this. Got me?"

He glanced at Revakulgr and gulped, his expression most definitely turning more towards the vomit side of things. Rain had only meant that their own careers depended on him, but he obviously took it another way, and the dragon was quite happy to offer a gore-covered grin to urge him towards eager compliance. James broke free of the female's grasp and raced back towards the locker room door, catching the frame to halt himself before he exited entirely.

"Oh, fuck, there was a thing, an institute or clinic or something, sciency people. They saw your performances and wanted to interview you two or something, whatever, I sent you the details. Just fucking show up there tomorrow at noon without making this any more difficult for me than you already have!"

Seemed that James had found his balls again, and the dragon let out a chuckle, though it turned into a somewhat chagrined whine at Rain's glare. She would have made a [i]wonderful[/i] dragon and an even more wonderful mate. He raked at the sand with his claws to cover up the mess and rubbed his muzzle through it to clean that off as well, though he absolutely refused to submit his sensitive maleness to such rude treatment. When he glanced back at his rider, she pointed imperiously towards the showers. He decided that it was better not to push her any further and meekly padded towards the large room with its multiple heads to direct water against his scales.

In angry silence, she sluiced him clean, then began working oil into his scales while grumbling about idiot lizards that didn't think about anything except their appetites. She buffed him a bit harder than was absolutely needed, but he endured it with a silence of his own. She wouldn't hurt him; their livelihoods depended on his athletic abilities as much as her own, and he had admittedly made a bit of a flub. She deserved to vent just as much as he did, and he was content to be the subject of her ranting so long as it served the purpose of cooling her temper and refocusing her on the needs of the team.

The rest of the evening was spent much more sedately in reviewing their performance during the race, criticizing themselves and one another, and eating a "civilized" meal of dead, cooked food. He knew that was also part of his punishment for misbehaving and took it with equanimity. He'd gotten his fresh feed beforehand, and she knew quite well that he needed the protein and iron to keep himself in top form. He'd be back fresh prey for dinner tomorrow, though it made him sigh longingly for a few crunchy, squirmy rabbits which earned him a punch to the shoulder from his rider for daydreaming instead of paying attention. He focused himself properly after that, and they parted ways on friendly terms, agreeing to meet at the address that James had emailed them for their appointment with the "sciency people" the next day.

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"Draconic Institute of the Genetic Kaleidoscope," Rain observed, adding, "Digk... Y'know, I'm not sure I wanna know what they actually do, especially with the fact that we were invited here on the merit of those 'performances' you had broadcasting. God, I really hope they didn't see what you did yesterday, or they'll probably kick us both across the street before we even get through the door..."

Revakulgr looked smug and unrepentant in the slightest, and she wondered why she even bothered sometimes. If she could have neutered the bastard, she would have, but only the lowliest of the lowliest of dragons got that treatment, or serious criminals. Rev was most certainly not a lowly dragon else he wouldn't get three to four breeding contracts a year, and he may skirt the line of criminality but he never actually crossed it, so far as she knew. And, truth be told, she'd miss getting rutted by him if she did that. He was a bastard and an asshole and a savage, but he was a majestic savage and [i]her[/i] assholish bastard. They were partners, for good or ill, and she just hoped that Jimmy could deal with the shitshow the dragon had caused.

Rain sighed again, and gave the midnight-scaled masticator a slap on the shoulder to get him moving, taking the lead as they headed for the very tall, very wide sliding glass doors that fronted the building. It didn't look much like a clinic or institute inside. There wasn't much of a waiting room, just a reception desk at the back of a small, empty lobby, and she approached the receptionist with some confusion and trepidation.

"Uhhh... Hi, uh. We were told..."

"Rain and Revakulgr?" the woman chimed looking up from her computer screen.

The dragon rider gasped and tried to cover her surprise. She hadn't noticed from a distance but she could see for sure up close; this woman wasn't human, or not entirely so. From the hairline of her golden-blonde mane down to her brows, her forehead was crusted with golden scales. They trailed around to pointed ears, small horns extending from the sides of her head to follow the upswept lobe, and down the sides of her neck. Her eyes were slitted, golden as well, with a darker rim around the pupil. Her smile showed pointed fangs, smaller imitations of those her partner had in his own muzzle. When the woman stood and held out her hand in greeting, she had obvious claws instead of nails.

"Hi, I'm Gilda!" the receptionist chirped. "I was told to expect you. Just lemme lock the doors... and done. Don't want anyone wandering in unannounced. Please follow me, and I'll take you to meet the doctors. They're really excited about all this! We haven't had anyone nearly as prestigious as you two to test with, and they're really interested in seeing how your genetics differ from the... less top shelf subjects we've mostly dealt with."

Rain was only half listening to what the woman said as they followed her down a wide hall deeper into the facility. She had a tail! And [i]wings[/i]! Albeit, tiny little fairy things that were more decoration than anything, but still, wings! All scaled just like her face, and she didn't wear shoes, either, because her taloned feet probably made that difficult. The rider knew that some humans got genetic modifications, mostly to add a few fur features, but she'd always heard that it was impossible to blend dragon genetics with humans. Something about the two clashed so that the recipient usually ended up dying in a horrible gooey mess as their cells exploded and ate one another.

"Do you think that you and I might make better acquaintance after our... examination?" Revakulgr rumbled, and [i]that[/i] made Rain take notice.

She punched him in the shoulder, hard, and he gave her a reproachful glance. She glared up at him with as fierce a scowl as she could manage, not the least bit intimidated by the snarl of his lip and the show of fang. He backed down with a disappointed grumble, though she could see him still watching the swaying tail and rump of their guide. Gilda was looking back over her shoulder at Rain, and gave the rider a grin and a wink.

"I'm very sorry, sir, but I'm not allowed to interact with subjects outside of controlled studies, and doing my front desk duties, of course. Depending on how things go with you two, though, there [i]is[/i] a possibility that I might be called upon to accept samples from you. Unless, of course, your mate disapproves. I would [i]never[/i] wish to offend your matriarch."

Revakulgr reared back his head in offense, then saw that Gilda was looking directly at Rain after that last comment. The rider turned her head upward to give him a blank look with a quirked brow, daring him to disagree. He sputtered, turned it into a snort, and very pointedly stretched his neck forward to crane past the draconic human and very pointedly ignored them and everything that had just been said.

"You handle him quite well, if I may say so, ma'am," Gilda complimented, and Rev ruffled his wings in agitatation. "He's quite the stud as well. I look forward to the test results."

Rain chuckled and patted her dragon's shoulder comfortingly, deciding to come clean. "We're not really mates, Gilda, just partners. And you're right on both counts. I'm the [i]only[/i] one who can handle him, and don't you give me that look, mister, you damn well know that you listen to fuck all from anyone else. And, yes, he's a hell of a stud, and if he lets that go to his head, I'll punch him in the balls."

The dragon let out an offended snort which just set Rain to grinning, enjoying his discomfort and embarrassment. It wasn't often that [i]he[/i] was on the receiving end.

"If you'll go through here, sir, your examination will take place momentarily. Ma'am, if you'll continue on with me?"

Revakulgr gave the rider a glower over his shoulder as he turned toward the indicated room, which she returned in kind and stuck out her tongue playfully. He rebutted with a wide grin that showed all of his fangs and licked his tongue slowly across all of them. She blew him a kiss, and he rolled his eyes then used his head to butt open the swinging doors and passed through them to disappear. Rain shook her head with a smirk, glad to get the better of him once more, then trotted to catch up to the receptionist.

"I hope this isn't rude to ask," she began, "but those are really beautiful and impressive. I thought draconic gene mods couldn't be done. Is that what you guys do here? The whole... genetic kaleidoscope part?"

Gilda giggled as she pulled up the door to the next room, right beside the one the dragon had entered. "Oh, no ma'am. These aren't gene mods; I'm a hybrid. Though cosmetic gene mods [i]are[/i] an area of study, that is only a very small part of what we do here. The main purpose of our Institute is to study draconic and human genetics and their interactions, particularly where the production of hybrids is concerned. My kind are highly uncommon between dragon and human, but far more likely to occur when a dragon breeds with a fur, the same as humans can breed with furs to create half-breeds. We're really very excited to have such excellent specimens of peak physical form as yourself and Revakulgr. We really haven't had such high-bred subjects as yourselves."

Rain was stunned. She hadn't know that was even [i]possible[/i]. Well, everyone knew about furverts; that was a given, and offspring by such unions were generally swept under the rug. But humans and [i]dragons[/i]?

"You really do handle him very well," the hybrid continued, helping Rain out of her clothes and into a hospital gown. "Most male dragons pair with humans or furs so as to be able to have their dominance go unquestioned. Many humans are unaware, but the dragons have a matriarchal society despite their council being male. I only know this because my mother is a matriarch. This will sting juuuust a bit... there. Now, just lay back and relax. The doctor will be here in a moment. As I was saying, you have very clearly established your credentials with him, and it is very rewarding to see a human female who is truly a mate to a dragon rather than just a... well, a cum dumpster. I hope one day that I can find a male whom I can call mate, but my mother tells me that I'm just not assertive enough. It's my bubbly personality."

"We're... uh, we're [i]really[/i] not mates," the rider protested yet again, still stumbling through the flood of new information. "I mean, we [i]do[/i]... mate, I guess, but we're not... Oh, god, I haven't even been on the pill for the last two years since I broke up with my boyfriend..."

"Oh, don't worry, that's part of the exam! The doctor will be able to see if you're pregnant before we proceed with fertility testing. We wouldn't want to interrupt a successful breeding, after all. Most often, hybrid offspring self-destruct as fetuses, before a shell ever forms, at least in humans and furs, so you may have had failed breedings already. Female dragons will end up laying, but the eggs will never hatch..."

Gilda hung her head, her cheeks coloring slightly, and Rain realized that she must have had a few failed breedings herself. Her guts cramped in sympathy, knowing how painful that must have been. She laid a hand on the woman's scaled forearm.

"I'm so sorry, but... I don't [i]want[/i] to... I don't... What the hell did Jimmy sign us up for?! This is... ridiculous!"

"Oh, god, bitching about your check already?" came a voice from the doorway of the examination room. "Fine, fine, fine, here..."

The short, balding caucasian man thrust a piece of paper at the rider, and she sputtered even more, eyes bugging nearly out of her skull. "Uh... are you sure that's the right amount of zeroes? This says my name on it."

He glared at her for several moments, then snatched the piece of paper away and used a pin to scribble on it. When he handed it back, the decimal point had been turned into a comma and more zeroes had been added. "There. Happy [i]now[/i]? You fucking primadonna athletes... [i]just[/i] because you've got the best compatibility parameters we've had the opportunity to study... Was there something [i]else[/i] you wanted, or can I do my job? Are you going to demand a fucking buffalo to eat, like your dragon? Maybe some genuine Kobe steak?"

The Bative American dragon rider folded the fifty [i]billion[/i] dollar check as calmly as she could and passed it to Gilda, who added it to her pile of discarded clothing. She managed to squeak out, "I'm good."

"Thank [i]fucking[/i] god!" the doctor ranted, his voice falling to a low grumble of interspersed complaints and invective.

Gilda took her hand and gave it a pat, smiling brightly. "Please don't worry. Doctor Simon is the best we have. He's just not very good at dealing with male dragons, and mother is currently brooding over her latest clutch, or she would be on hand to assist. I'm hoping to have a sibling soon! Revakulgr is a very prime male, and I would be very honored if you would allow me to attempt a breeding with him. I assure you that I will press no claim, and we can use a standard breeding contract if you wish."

"I... um... I-ack!"

Rain was cut off as the doctor pried her mouth open and shined a light into it, then fit some kind of reverse clamp thing inside, keeping her jaws expanded wide. She gave Gilda a very worried glance, but the hybrid assured her that this was perfectly ordinary for the procedure. The rider could only give a worried whine, especially when tubes were fed down her throat, one pumping a slow flow of some cool liquid into her stomach while the other seemed to be feeding air to her lungs. The doctor proceeded with a completely impersonal and very thorough physical examination, keeping up his mumbled tirade the entire time, and Rain only protested when he began sliding a needle into her speculumed open vaginal canal.

She felt a pinch and a burning as she was injected with something, but Gilda petted her hand to help keep her calm, and she just wished that she had asked for another set of zeroes on that check. After a minute or two, the doctor slid an instrument inside of her for some reason. She only felt a bit of pressure, and gave the hybrid a questioning glance. The answer that her cervix was being dilated did [i]not[/i] comfort her.

"Alright, looks like we don't need to do any cleaning, and she's not pregnant at the moment, so pack her up and let's slot her in," Doctor Simon proclaimed. "The male should be more than ready by now and probably trying to claw his way out of the room, if his behavior [i]before[/i] the aphrodisiac is any indication."

Well, that sounded like Rev... Gilda helped her down from the examination table, and Rain waddled after the hybrid towards some kind of plastic saddle-like thing, about as large as the one she used for her partner. Except the woman opened one of the sides and gestured for her to climb into the hollow interior. She nearly balked and bolted, Jimmy be damned, buuuuut... Well... if most breedings resulted in failure... and there [i]was[/i] that [i]fifty billion[/i] dollar check sitting over there... She was pretty sure they'd want that back if she backed out now...

With Gilda's assistance, she climbed inside. She was forced to back up until her rear end touched against the back wall of the thing, some kind of latex spout fitting into her vagina. A padded brace was then locked into place against her shoulders, for both comfort and protection she was assured. The bottom of the thing was comfortably padded for her knees and elbows to rest on, so she supposed that might be true, but she was [i]really[/i] wishing she had backed out when she had a chance. The tubes that were fed down her throat had been disconnected from the exam table and were hooked back up to the inside of the saddle-thing. Then she was closed inside it, in the darkness, naked, almost incapable of movement, and trapped.

The far end in front of her face lit up, and she was confused by what she was seeing. It looked like... well, a black rubber asshole. Then two picture-in-picture boxes popped up in the top right and left corners, one showing her own confused expression, and the other showing a very angry-looking black-scaled dragon with a ragingly hard erection that dripped far more pre than she'd ever seen before from him. And she realized what that black pucker was. It was the outside of the latex that had been stuffed inside of her. Oh. Right. The breeding part. If she had been able to whimper, she would have.

She felt the thing she was in start moving towards her rear, and she saw a flap open in the wall that Rev was in, the plastic saddle-thing sliding through the wall with the black pucker facing towards him. His head snapped towards it, his nostrils flaring and his cock flexing. Rain saw her own eyes widen in fear in the smaller box to the top left. Then the dragon [i]pounced[/i] on the saddle. She felt it shake with the impact, rattling her teeth against the thing holding them open, followed by the hardest impalement he'd ever given her. She gagged on the tubes, her eyes even wider, the thing she was in shaking violently as he rammed himself in to the knot and yanked it free again and again and again and again.

He was fucking the mounting saddle hard enough that she was worried he'd rip it out of the wall, and fucking [i]her[/i] hard enough that she was half worried he'd turn her inside out. Whatever the liquid was that they were feeding her must have had some kind of anesthetic property, though, because she most [i]definitely[/i] was not feeling any pain from it, despite the fact that she could [i]feel[/i] him going deeper into her than he had ever touched before. Most likely, the dilation of her cervix allowing him access to places he really shouldn't have access to. It was probably to ensure a viable breeding.

Those thoughts wandered through her mind as vague, errant strands atop a turbulent sea of earth-shattering pleasure. Every single thrust seemed to give her an orgasm. When his knot finally swelled and lodged itself in her tunnel, it was like an atomic bomb blasting her grey matter into gooey bits all over the inside of her skull in most blissful way possible. When she came down, she was staring at Revakulgr's balls, thick cream dripping down off of them in front of the camera, and her stomach felt swollen and bloated. He took a lot longer than usual to pull free, and she saw him lie down to lick himself clean in the top right box of the screen, letting his seed leak out of the rather stretched black hole on the main view. She could see the red of her insides on it.

"Alright, that's good for the first breeding," came a voice through the screen. "Good job, everyone. He should be ready for the second attempt in about ten minutes. Let's take a short break, but keep monitoring."

Rain gulped. She was [i]definitely[/i] going to be earning that check...

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