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[center][b]Breaking in the New Jockey

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Revakulgr[/b][/center]

"Okay, Rev, Revakulgr, my dude, my dragon, my boss, you [i]do[/i] understand how very [i]important[/i] it is not to do anything else fucked up for a while, right?" James inquired of the racing dragon, though the human wore an expression that showed how little hope he had of being listened to. "Please? I worked my ass off, and I mean that almost literally, to get this whole clusterfuck swept under the rug, okay? I mean, the wolf bitch was one thing. She was an omega, and her pack just used her as a cocksleve in the first place. Settlement for the cost on the free market, cool! Yeah, I mean, seriously don't do that again where anyone can see, but it was handled. It was [i]handled[/i]. And then Shirley, c'mon maaaan. She was going pro at the end of the year, would've been the first fem prey rider in the circuit, and Phaztra thinks you chomped her just to cut the competition, but I got the League to see my side, so [i]that[/i] got handled, and I don't need to handle anything else for a while, OKAY?!?!"

Revakulgr did his best not to laugh out loud at the frazzled human male, and managed to keep it to a barely suppressed chuckle behind his clawed forelimb. "Very well, James. I shall promise to devour no one who might further damage our reputations and careers."

"I... that... THAT'S NOT IT AT ALL, oh fuck it that's the best I'm getting, good enough, fine, fuck me sideways... Please don't eat the fan. [i]Please[/i] don't eat the fan. Just... oh god, I need to sit down.... I can't believe I let Phaztra fuck me for this shit..."

The obsidian dragon rumbled in disapproval. Now [i]that[/i] was serious. Their manager had indeed made a most difficult sacrifice for them. He needed to make an equally difficult and serious vow, or he'd be indebted to the human, and it wasn't good to be indebted to an employee.

"James," he said, stepping close and lowering himself to the ground so that they were on equivalent eye level. "I promise to you that I will not devour anything but willing or dead meat until the end of the off season. I can make no promises further. You know how hungry I get after a real race."

The man actually threw his arms around the dragon's snout, hugging him and placing sloppy, disgusting kisses across his nose. "I love you, I love you, I love you, thank you, oh god, is this a heart attack? Is this what a heart attack feels like? I need to lie down..."

His usual rider, Rain, helped the human to slump against a wall and slide to the floor, then returned with her head shaking and a smile hidden. "C'mon, big boy. Let's go do the meet and greet and see who's the big winner, huh?"

She slapped him on the flank to get him moving, but he waited long enough to wipe the saliva from his snout and made a note to never let James kiss him again. Or give him reason to. Or at least not to let him know that there might be reason to. There was plenty of willing meat, if one were to have a liberal definition of willing. He cast the man a sour glance but padded after his partner, enjoying the sway of her hips and the slight rounding of her stomach. Their weekly check-ups were going very well, and the eggs (three!) were beginning to harden. They were not sure if she would lay as a dragon would or keep them internal until they hatched, or if it might be something in between. So long as they remained healthy, he would remain happy. It was good to have a worthy and desirable mate, even if she did have a distinct lack of an attractive tail or wings. He'd love to nibble the base of her tail until...

The woman's glare caught him. "Stop sniffing like that, and put that thing away. We aren't doing [i]that[/i] kind of show. This is [i]good[/i] publicity, not [i]your[/i] kind of publicity, understood?"

He gave a sheepish grin and concentrated very firmly on becoming less aroused, though it was somewhat difficult. A worthy mate indeed.

Once "that thing" was safely out of sight, they pushed through the stadium exit to find a crowd as large as ever awaiting them. The roar was nearly deafening and the flashes as pictures were snapped was nearly blinding. The front row were, of course, the pestilent press, rumor mongers and gossip hounds. If not for his promise, he would have eaten the lot of them, and bedamned the consequences. He had only himself to blame for that, of course. After his stunt following the championship, James had made it clear that he was persona non grata at most of the reputable outlets. So, he kept his muzzle shut, smiled and posed, and he let Rain do all the talking so that he didn't foul up their trajectory any further than he already had.

It was one thing to race, because there was little that would keep him out of the air and off the track. He was one of the best in the sport, and he had done nothing that was strictly illegal, but he was coming to realize that his actions could have consequences beyond their careers. Of course, he had his die-hards, and he basked in the adoration they heaped on him, despite the nattering of the tabloid whores. [i]They[/i] were here for him, for his glory, for the honor of seeing him in person, and the privilege that only one of them would achieve: a personal interview and one, single, manageable request, to be approved by James per the human's pathetic groveling. It was poor form, and Revakulgr had agreed only to get the man up off the floor.

His attention returned to the gathering and the reason for it when Rain announced, "Alright, it's time for the big drawing! Everyone ready!"

The crowd went wild, aside from those vile reporters. He let his eyes rove over the gathered fans, picking out the ones that he most hoped would be chosen, mostly for how appealing he found them, either as a snack or as a fuck. He was quite certain that any of [i]them[/i] would be perfectly willing, were he to ask.

"Let's see here... number 375?"

A black and white lapine began jumping up and down with a piercing shriek that made the dragon wince, then promptly fainted. Rain ushered the security team down to retrieve her and the winning ticket. Revakulgr decided to make a graceful exit and gave the crowd a bow, to yet another deafening roar, and retired to their locker room. His rider would know where to find him, and it gave him time to clear the ringing from his ears. The usual benches, one sized for Rain and the other for himself, had been moved out of the room for this private meeting. The tiled floor had been covered in a plush carpet and a sofa set in front of the entrance to the shower room. Despite many protests, he insisted on seating himself by the entrance. He knew it gave James fits, but that had been before he'd made his promise. James had nothing further to worry about. He could always turn the cameras back on to record anything necessary for legal purposes.

It was about ten minutes before the fan and his mate joined him. Rain cast him a disapproving glance as she was forced to step over his tail and hind limbs to reach the sofa, but the rabbit collapsed for a second time. This time only to her knees, though, resting her hands against his hindquarters as she let out a very soft, nearly inaudible squeal.

"Omigod omigod! I can't believe I'm here! I can't believe [i]you're[/i] here! You're the BEST! The best of the best of the best!"

The dragon cast his partner a look that he knew she would read, and she frowned and shook her head quite firmly. He huffed a sigh, and returned his attention to the lapine female, stretching his neck to take in a deep whiff of her aroma. Well, she would have been delicious, but this was not to be taken as willing permission. However...

"- wanted to be a dragon rider since I was a little girl, and I follow all your races and..." She paused to take a long gasp of breath, apparently having finally run out of oxygen.

Revakulgr too the opportunity to pinch her short snout between two digits of a forelimb, and she gazed at him with continued admiration. "You want to be a dragon rider, you say?"

She nodded vigorously, despite the impediment of his silencing claws. When he released her, though, she became far less enthusiastic, casting her eyes towards the floor.

"I've tried signing on a as a temp more times than I can count, but they won't even let me ride for training..." She gave her pleasantly rounded hips a pat. "Too fat, they tell me. No matter what I do, I can't get the weight off. I'm half human, but my mom was from food stock, so... y'know, it just... I can't get rid of it. So I'll never get to ride except today. That's why it was such a shock to win. I [i]never[/i] thought I'd get to do this, and it's gonna be the most extra special day of my entire life."

She gazed back up at him hopefully, and he quirked his head to the side for a moment in thought, then turned to Rain. "I [i]do[/i] need a new temporary rider, yes? I would say that I am more than adequately strong to carry her. She is shorter than you, though the weight distribution may be different. If she were to be a few pounds heavier, which I doubt, it would not hurt me to strengthen my wing muscles." Rain opened her mouth to protest, but he continued before she could get out a solid no. "And I have promised not to further complicate James's life for the time being, have I not? If she proves herself capable of learning, then I think it would be perfectly acceptable, so long as she is willing to do [i]everything[/i] necessary to be a proper rider."

Rain opened her mouth again then closed it. She narrowed her eyes at him, opened her mouth, and closed it again. She let out a pensive hum, glancing between the rabbit and him, then opened her mouth a final time, closed it, and spoke.

"Okay. But only positive interactions here, Rev. Right?"

"Yes, Rain, I shall only provide positive interactions."

"Then I approve. I'll go let James know that he won't have to worry about getting a fifth-string replacement from the backass-end of nowhere. And I swear, if I come back to find..." she stopped to glance between the rabbit and the dragon once more, "a mess like last time, I'm gonna... do something you really won't like. Make sure she's suited up in thirty so we can do the victory lap with her, and we can see if she has any talent then before we actually sign her on."

He waited until Rain left before leaning in once more to sniff at the rabbit once more, letting his nostrils graze against her downy fur as he inhaled her alluring aroma. He could [i]smell[/i] the marbling of her flesh, and it helped to spark more than one appetite. He did enjoy playing with his food, after all. She giggled at him and petted his snout until he pulled away, and he found himself actually liking this food creature a little bit. She was going to be quite the treat when the time came, and he was certain that she would be willing indeed, but he might actually enjoy her company. She was quite different from Rain, very soft and tender, and very edible. Entirely aside from the human female being his mate, she would be all string and gristle with as much as she worked her muscles.

"We have some time before heading to the field," he rumbled at her, feeling his maleness beginning a stealthy exit of his sheath in preparation for his planned surprise examination of her sturdiness. "As we are now alone, were there any inquiries you might wish to make of me that only a dragon such as myself might answer?"

"Uh... Heh, yeah..." Her long ears flattened against her skull as the insides flushed red, and a surprising tangy musk wafted up from her. "I, uh... I saw your... well, [i]both[/i] of your, uh... the videos..."

His erection sprang to full mast without further need of encouragement and his lips peeled back in a predatory grin. "So you are aware of a dragon's needs and the demands that can be placed on a rider. Are you willing to fulfill them?"

"Oh, yes, please," she sighed, looking up at him with such forlorn hope that he nearly made a promise to himself [i]not[/i] to eat her. Nearly. It was unfair that these creatures could have such an effect on him.

"Would you care to demonstrate that willingness?" He rolled his lower body onto his back, spreading his legs to display his dragonhood plainly.

She said nothing further, though she most certainly would need new clothing to leave the building unless she desired far less positive interactions from those in the city outside. She clasped her hands to his length and gave it a firm stroke from just behind the tip to just above the knot, leaving her hands there to massage at him as she pressed forward to lay her body against his length. She let out a moan that made him think she may have had a small orgasm just from contact with him, which gave his shaft ample reason to flex against her silken fur. Very, very soft, as soft as the mouse, though this rabbit was far, far more pleasant and accommodating.

Before things went too far, though, he asked a final question. "I don't believe that I caught your name, little one. Would you give it to me?"

"You can call me fuckbunny for all I care, but my name is Jessica," she panted. "Just... promise me that you'll eat me if they can't get me another spot after Rain can get back in the saddle? I don't... If... If I get to do this, I don't want to ever go back to how things were before. This... this is the [i]dream[/i]. The only dream. And I'd rather go out on a high note."

"I give you my promise. It is an honorable ending."

She licked at his tip, stroking her wonderfully soft fur against his length, her large breasts squeezing against either side of his shaft. "And do it slow? So I can watch you enjoy me?"

The dragon's shaft gave another jump, spurting a jet of pre that made it all the way up to splatter against his chest. "Yes... I can do that. I promise. You will need to sign the appropriate documents... or however it is done... so that our manager can rest his mind at ease."

"Whatever you need, Master," she purred, crawling up his body to lap up the drizzled fluid from his scales and grind her equally well lubricated slit against the pointed head of his maleness.

It flexed once more, adding a burst of further slickness. No matter how often the kobolds said it, hearing any other species use the title was unbelievably arousing. With a needful growl, he gripped her hips with his foreclaws and shoved her back and down until the bulb of his knot was seated inside of her and her fluffy tail twitched against his laden sack. She made only a very small squeak, her face screwed up in obvious pain from having fifteen inches of draconic flesh forced inside of her with nary a thought given to foreplay, but she did not scream and she did not attempt to escape. Revakulgr decided that he would eat her [i]very[/i] slowly if things did not work out. She might not be opposed to becoming a cocksleve for him for several years as he devoured her piece by piece. She was a very soft, very plump, and certain to be delicious but very swiftly growing on him, very tight and moist fuckbunny.

He waited until she had grown used to accommodating his size, though he was certain it was going to continue to be sore and painful for quite some time, then rolled onto his stomach and began to rut her properly. He held back nothing save for retaining the restraint not to break her just yet. He pounded her with twice the force he ever used on Rain, the kind of meaty smacking of hips that would let a dragoness know that he meant business and wasn't just getting under her tail for a tussle. The rabbit gazed up with adoring, tear-filled eyes, even when he clamped his claws around her throat so tightly that it cut off her air. He made sure to release her before she passed out, pricking a few wounds through her fur to revive her, and still she looked at him with those damnable eyes. Yes, a limbless cocksleve would most certainly do. There were internal organs that she could do without, after all.

He lost track of time entirely and had only just knotted the rabbit to dump his load into her when Rain returned. The human gave an exasperated groan.

"I [i]said[/i] thirty freaking minutes, Rev. On the [i]field[/i] in thirty minutes. God, you barely ever last that long with [i]me[/i]. I think I might be offended."

"I... had to test her thoroughly," he said in his own defense. The rabbit was bloody and dazed and rounded further by the amount of seed that filled her, but alive and still filled with absolute love and adoration for him. It made him want to fuck her even harder and longer, but he refrained in deference to his rider. "We could... strap her on like this? If it is [i]quite[/i] so important to meet that deadline."

"Okay. Fuck it. Fine. I'll get the saddle."

He blinked as she left the locker room and turned towards the tackle storage. Well, this was going to be an [i]interesting[/i] flight.

[center][b]The End[/b][/center]