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[center][b]A Dragon and his Jockey

Chapter Five

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Revakulgr[/b][/center]

Rain was feeling pretty good. She'd managed to garble her way through the entirety of the speech in front of the dragon council without stumbling too badly on the throat-cramping words, and the few mispronunciations she'd made had been more or less laughed away She was, after all, a human trying to speak the draconic tongue. They accepted her as a [i]dragon[/i], as a female of their species, and accepted her claim on Revakulgr. There was still the meeting with the matriarchs to handle to confirm her claim and make their mateship official, but she'd deal with that when it came. Overall, it had been a really good day. It had been a [i]surprisingly[/i] good day, considering the mischief that her dragon could get up to, but she hadn't even gotten so much as an emergency text from Jimmy.

She was humming a soft tune as she strode into the stadium staff entrance, feeling more chipper than she'd felt in a long while. Their manager had insisted that they come to the stadium, and Rev hadn't been opposed to it. He felt it was more secure than her own apartment, thanks to the security guards that roamed the premises, and it was just utterly adorable how protective he was of their eggs. [i]Their[/i] eggs. That was still weird to think about, even though she'd laid them herself. Humans were definitely not meant to push out those things, buuuut it was kinda a better system than having a squalling infant immediately on hand. It gave her time to get used to the idea of being a mom, even before they hatched, and got her used to the ridiculous times that infants could keep. It was... pretty chill, to be honest, like parenthood-lite, and she was enjoying having the eggs around, though she looked forward even more to actually meeting her children.

She pushed her way into the locker room, saw Revakulgr sitting with a smug look as he preened his scales, and immediately knew that something was wrong. She could smell the strong odor of the industrial cleaner that the staff used to wash away the messes he made, saw the cracked tiles and the fur caught between the broken bits of ceramic, and found herself being hugged by a little kobold that nuzzled against her groin as it chirped up at her in greeting.

"What did you do, Rev?" she demanded, trying to shake the little reptilian creature off of her and gently pushing at its head despite its death grip on her limb.

"Do? Rain, you misunderstand-"

"What. Did. You. Do?" she demanded again, giving up on freeing herself from the kobold and stomping over towards the dragon with her hands on her hips. "I [i]know[/i] you did [i]something[/i], Rev, so what is it? What do I have to deal with now? You [i]promised[/i] Jimmy that you wouldn't fuck things up for a while, but I know that you did something. And since when does the stadium have kobolds?"

"They're ours," the dragon explained with the same smug curl to his lips. He looked [i]far[/i] too pleased with himself for her peace of mind. "We have kobolds now."

The human wiped a hand across her face and let out a heavy sigh. "Rev... how much is this gonna cost us? How much has it [i]already[/i] cost us? God, how much of my money did you spend on getting her? Did you use [i]my[/i] card this time or yours? And can you tell her to let go of my fucking leg?"

The kobold released her and skittered back, looking sheepish and repentant, and she had to stop herself from reaching out for it. Adorable little things, and she felt like she'd hurt its feelings... but there were more important things at stake right now.

"It cost us nothing, my love," he responded. He was purring, actually [i]purring[/i], and that only made her all the more suspicious. "They were gifts. And there is more, as well. I think you will be quite pleased."

"Rev..." She wiped her hands through her hair, glancing again at the dented tiles just to make sure she hadn't been seeing things. Nope, something with fur had very definitely hit the wall very hard. "Revakulgr, please, please just tell me what you did so that I can figure out how bad the fallout is gonna be and how much of a shitfit Jimmy is going to have..."

"I can promise you, Rain, this has cost us nothing and gained us quite a large amount. If you [i]must[/i] know the whole what has occurred... I would ask that you first promise me that you will not pass judgement until you have heard the entirety of what has transpired."

She stared at him, now actually and truly concerned. He had never asked something like that of her. If he ever admitted to anything at all, he just said it and let the consequences fall as they would. This was... this was going to be bad.

"Okay... Okay, Rev, I promise, just please tell me how very badly you fucked it up this time. I won't judge until I know the whole story." Of course, when he showed her the canine fur he had hidden in the new room off of his sand pit, she couldn't help her shout of, "What the FUCK, Rev? What in the ever-loving fuck is [i]this[/i] shit? Jesus, this... Rev, holy FUCK, this is... this is just fucked up, okay? This is [i]not[/i] okay."

He sat patiently waiting for her outburst to end, then handed her a data pad. Nonplussed, she took it and started reading, then blinked and started reading it far more seriously. When she finished, she gaped at the dragon with her jaw dragging the ground. She sputtered, unable to decide between a dozen or more things that she wanted to say, pointing back and forth between the canine amputee and the smugly grinning male. She saw Jimmy's head appear as he very cautiously peered past the doorway, then popped into full view with a grin even wider than Revakulgr's, his fists pumping at the air in victory.

"We're rich, bitch!" the manager crowed. "Well, I mean, you two are rich, but I hope that I'll reap a few of the benefits of that. You're still gonna race, right? I can still be your manager? I'll happily take a severance package, if not, 'cause you guys are fucking [i]set[/i] and - what the holy shitstorming fuckwhats is that?!?"

Rain put her hands on her hips as he had a miniature mental breakdown at finally noticing the mutilated dog, waiting for him to get over it and pull himself together. When he finally gave up having a stroke and turned to her for an explanation, she just gestured at the dragon. Revakulgr very gently patted the man on the head in what he probably thought was a comforting manner but was more than a little degrading, yet he'd at least [i]tried[/i], which was something.

"This is as she desired," he explained. "While she is legally my property, I thought it might be more enjoyable for her were I to fulfill her wishes in regards to her treatment. We will need to find some way of capping her limbs so that she is mobile on all fours, but otherwise this is per her request. Ah, yes, she is also a kobold, genetically speaking. She should be laying her clutch in approximately three weeks."

"Rev, did you bother calling the law firm to verify all of this?" Rain inquired, with Jimmy nodding and flailing vigorous agreement with her question.

The dragon scrunched his brows. "Why should I call them? The document states quite plainly what is to take place, and copies of it were sent to the appropriate parties upon signing."

"Did you try pulling up the listed accounts? Did you contact the investment firm? Did you do literally [i]anything[/i] but take her word for this? No offense, Miss... uh..."

"Doggy 'bold," Revakulgr supplied.

"Dog... Doggy 'bold. Okay, sure. No offense, Miss Doggy 'bold, but my mate is an absolute fucking idiot sometimes, and yeah... Okay, we're gonna call these guys first, and go from there, 'cause it only takes one thing not checking out. If she's legally human, even if not genetically any more, then this is some [i]very[/i] serious shit. I really, [i]really[/i] don't approve of what you've done with her, even if she likes it, but at least it's [i]legally[/i] acceptable if this all checks out. And, sorry Miss Doggy 'bold, but she's going in the rejuve chamber regardless. We can... I'm pretty sure we can reprogram it somehow, but, yeah, [i]legs[/i]. And a [i]face[/i]. Those are kinda required. If we can reprogram it, we can give her dog legs, but she's gonna have 'em, period. Jimmy, mind if we use your phone? I think this falls under official business."

"Oh, yeah, of course," their manager answered, checking the datapad for the number. They waited for it to connect on the other end.

"How may I direct your call?" came the answer on the other end, without even an introduction of who they were calling or speaking with.

"Uh... I'm not sure," Rain responded. "My mate signed some kind of contract, and we were just trying to verify that it was real. I'm not sure who exactly was handling it."

"May I have the name on your account?"

"Um, again, not really sure there. Either Revakulgr or... Very Sheppy?"

"Oh! One moment, I'll see if Mr. Vrathnaxar is available."

"Vrathnaxar?" the jockey mouthed to the manager who just shrugged. That did [i]not[/i] sound like a human name.

"This is Vrathnaxar," came a rather rumbly and [i]very[/i] draconic voice. "Revakulgr, how very pleasing to hear from you. It is quite an honor to be trusted with this prestigious account, and may I also congratulate you on your recent mateship? There was quite a bit of speculation as to whether you ever [i]would[/i] be taken as a mate, considering your immaturity, and it has been rather amusing amongst some circles to see you brought to heel by your little human female. I am surprised that she allowed you to accept the contract."

Rain cleared her throat very loudly. "The 'little human female' is right here, bud. But... uh, thanks, I think. I didn't have anything to do with him accepting the contract, but, like, is this for real? Is this really real? We have kobolds and lots and lots of money and... well, there's kind of a lotta stuff listed here. Stocks and all kinds of things."

"My apologies, madam matriarch. I assure you that I intended no offense. You are of great interest as the first human to try and join our society in such a manner. Yes, this is quite real. You are the recipient of several hundred billion dollars worth of liquid assets and a somewhat greater sum of invested assets. There are also three businesses attached, though I was advised that you would likely be parting ways with those. My former client was aware that you may find them distasteful. We can discuss those details at a later date. I can see that your petition has been officially accepted by the council. Is my current client present? I presume that he would prefer [i]not[/i] to incur the wrath of your fellow matriarchs and would therefore find it wise to transfer ownership of the sports team to your name."

"Yes, I am present," Revakulgr advised, leaning in close to the phone so as to ensure he was heard. "You are correct. I agree to whatever is necessary, and I would be pleased to split the assets between us evenly, if you will."

"Very easily done. If you are still in possession of the datapad with the original contract, this will be very swiftly taken care of."

"Yes, we are still in possession of the datapad."

"Ah, very good. You will find new documents present shortly. The first is a standard retainer and maintenance contract for your mate, which is required for our firm to handle her account. I would be quite honored to do so myself, but she is welcome to choose amongst our partners or to take on another firm should she so choose. The remainder are for the asset transfer. Would you prefer them evenly split by current value of total assets or relative value of individual assets?"

The dragon quirked a brow at her, and she shrugged, shaking her head in confusion. "Uh... Mr... uh..."

"Vrathnaxar, if it please you, matriarch."

"Vrathnaxar. We're gonna turn you over to our manager, Jimmy. He's authorized to handle our business affairs." Jimmy gave her a startled look, his jaw dropping. "Well, we're authorizing him to handle this, at least. I'll go ahead and... there, you should have my print for the contract, and Jimmy can work everything else out with you. Sound good?"

"Yes, that is rather standard. I wish you good day, matriarch, Revakulgr."

"Uh, before we go, one last thing. You're a dragon, right? I didn't know there were any dragon lawyers out there."

"You are correct. I am one of only seventeen dragons who have taken the time to fully understand the human legal system. I am honored to handle the accounts for several major personages amongst our kind, and am very pleased to be able to add the names of yourself and your mate to my list. I specialize in property and asset law, but please do let me know if you find yourself in need of a trial lawyer. My clutchmate is quite a respectable defense attorney and only very rarely finds himself in need of actually progressing to the point of trial."

Rain laughed at that, patting the slightly offended obsidian dragon on the cheek. "I see you know my Revakulgr pretty well."

"Only by reputation, madam matriarch. Only by reputation."

She handed the phone off to their manager, and gave him a shoo towards the door. "James Buchanan, manager to the best dragon racing team in the world, at your service! Let's talk business."

James left with a wide grin, tossing her a thumbs up before he headed back towards his office, and she just chuckled with a shake of her head. He'd been good to them, and he deserved for them to be good back, especially with how he'd handled all the crap they'd thrown at him in the last few months. Then it hit her. She wobbled, wishing there was a chair to sit in, and grabbed onto the dragon's snout to lower herself carefully down to the ground.

"I'm.. rich?" she observed, testing out the word and giving Revakulgr an incredulous look. "I'm rich. Rev, did you really just give me [i]ownership[/i] of the team and... and... several [i]hundred billion[/i] dollars? I already had a fucking bankload from the clinic, but... holy... oh boy... Oh, god... I had to hire a freakin' accountant for [i]fifty[/i] billion. I think I'm gonna need a whole [i]firm[/i] for this crap. I dunno what I'm gonna do with all this. Well, no that's not right, I do know. I'm gonna make sure the kids have the [i]best[/i] care in the entire world, make sure the Institute keeps going indefinitely and has absolutely [i]all[/i] of the funding it will ever need, and... we're going shopping. Immediately. Now. Right fucking now.

"Wait, no, wait, as soon as Jimmy gets things worked out. [i]Then[/i] we're going shopping. First, house shopping, 'cause my place is too fucking small, and yours doesn't have much in the way of human comfort and accessibility, no offense. I'm sure it's very nice for a dragon and all, but I need a [i]bed[/i] instead of a nest. And a toilet. And a shower. I'm not going to live half my life here in the locker room." One of the kobolds poked its head around the doorframe and gave a soft chirp. "And space for those guys. Did I read that right? We have... we have over thirty of these guys?"

Revakulgr did the growl-song language that dragons spoke at the little thing, and it scurried away only to return a moment later with its twin, both of whom came forward to kneel on either side of her and nuzzle at her chest. "Yes, we have over thirty attendants, and these two are our breeders. We have two males, and thirty one females, not counting the doggy 'bold. Proper scent recognition can be done later, if you would like, but please do not push them away. They do need to familiarize themselves with your scent, particularly if the next generation is to be imprinted before they are clutched."

She stopped trying to shove them off of her and instead lay her arms around their shoulders. "The ones at the spa weren't this friendly... Well, they were, but... You know what I mean. Proper scent recognition? How does that work?"

"They will need to scent your genitalia to imprint correctly. It is how they recognize their masters. They were quite surprised to hear that their matriarch was human, and we are all quite curious to know if the imprinting will take correctly."

"Of course they do. Of fucking course they do. You dragons are a bunch of perverts, you know that? Okay, guys, uh... Do they have names?"

"No. Why would a kobold have a name?"

"Oh, Jesus, I'm not getting into that again. Okay, youuuu," she booped the snout of the one on her left, their black and grey coloration giving her inspiration, "are Kodo, and [i]you[/i] are Podo. So... lemme go a sec so I can get my pants off, and we can get this shit over with."

They gave happy chirps and rushed out of the room again. She was confused as to why until they returned with another pair, these ones obviously female because they were dripping cum from their genital slits. Rain rolled her eyes. Of [i]course[/i] they'd been fucking. Rev had probably told them to get busy making more kobolds so he could eat the poor, little things. She was going to have to very heavily discourage him from doing that, at least in front of her. She probably couldn't convince him to stop completely. She shucked off her shoes, slacks, and panties, then leaned back on her hands with her legs spread to give them the access they needed. The dragon said something to them, and they all dropped to the ground and crept forward to press their snouts against her slit, breathing in deeply. One of them, Kodo she thought, chirped back to Rev, and he growled something in response. Then she felt a slow lick against her nethers and looked down to see a hopeful-cautious expression on one of the females.

"They are not receiving a strong enough scent to imprint correctly," the dragon explained. "I suggested that bringing you arousal should strengthen your scent sufficiently."

"Oh, god damnit, Rev..." She glanced at the snoutless, limbless dog that sat on the floor behind her. "Can we go... away from this first? No offense, again, sorry, but you are [i]seriously[/i] creeping me the fuck out."

She stood, picking up her clothing and heading for the locker room, doing a quick hot-foot across the sand pit. She moved over to their play-review area and plopped into the comfortable reclining chair she kept there for the occasional late nights doing breakdowns of their performance. The kobolds had be following right behind her and tried to just dive back in, but she halted them with raised hands.

"Wait, wait. Gimme a sec..." She settled herself more comfortably in her set and closed her eyes for a moment. "Okay, it's just like the spa. These guys are mine. I... own them, god that feels so wrong to say. Kobolds are nice. I like kobolds. They're cute and they're good at sexy stuff. This is okay."

She heaved a sigh and nodded to the four little reptilian creatures, but they seemed to have caught onto her reluctance. Instead of going right for the goods, they conferred for a moment before one of them crawled up onto her lap to nuzzle and nibble at her neck, causing her to gasp in both surprise and pleasure. Two more began working at her inner thighs, massaging and licking at them, while the last one began to lap at her slit. They were [i]very[/i] good at sexy stuff, and she wondered if maybe all kobolds had some kind of built-in instinct for what felt good to other people, or maybe they got some kind of training or something. The one teasing her neck chirped to Rev for a moment, received a response, then continued to nibble at her while she felt something starting to grind against her stomach. Oh it was one of the boys on top of her.

Well, that was... that was just fine, especially with the way the one between her legs was using its tongue and grinding at her clit, and [i]wow[/i] she needed to have these guys give some lessons on cunnilingus, because they could teach a masterclass for damn sure. The human race would thank her for it, or at least the women of the world would. She let out a soft gasp-moan as the grinding at her stomach moved lower, lower, lower, someone else taking over at her neck as he moved too low to reach but he was definitely low enough to grind himself between her nether lips, the ridged underside of his shaft sending shocks of pleasure through her when it played over her clit. Then he dipped inside of her, slowly, slowly, slowly sinking a little more of himself into her with each thrust until she felt the bulge at his base stroking through her entrance. She felt a tongue beneath his cock, licking at the place where they joined, and damned if she wasn't enjoying herself.

Rev was a hell of a good fuck, but he was... well, he was really rough. The kobolds were a lot gentler, very attentive and caring partners, whereas the dragon was highly aggressive and greedy. It was nice to be treated like a lover instead of just something to be bred and knotted. She must have said something because she felt the kobold on her chest suddenly plucked away, and a dragon snout pressed against her throat, an expression that somehow mixed both offense and determination firmly etched over Revakulgr's features. The one between her legs continued to gently pump as the dragon's much larger tongue played lightly over her throat, then it was replaced by a tongue once more. She let out a moan of disappointment, but the tongue and little scaly fingers that were working at her were still [i]very[/i] good, and then they pulled away as well. She felt something larger, harder, hotter taking their place, and growled slightly at the dragon. She'd been enjoying herself.

But instead of ramming it into her like he normally did, he mimicked the male kobold who'd been so tenderly making love to her, very slowly (for him) and gently (definitely for him) adding his inches into her, a little more with each thrust and swiveling his hips so that his ridges plucked at her so very deliciously. She very much wondered when in the hell he'd learned how to use even the slightest restraint, but she wasn't going to complain. Somehow the kobolds had gotten her jacket, shirt, and bra off, and two of them were working at her breasts while Rev licked and lipped at her neck. She was very glad that he wasn't using his fangs. The kobold's had small, soft teeth, but his could shred her skin without even trying. As if by magic, the dragon pulled away, resting his head atop hers to rumble and purr, the vibrations quite pleasant and adding to the experience, one of the kobolds once more nibbling at her throat. It was a bit overwhelming having so much attention focused on her, so very erotic and soft, not at all like had grown used to with the dragon.

She let out another soft gasp as she felt the bulge of his knot slip into her, expecting him to start pounding her hard now that he'd worked himself that far in, but he only pulled it out again, sending another sharp jolt up her spine. Then he pressed it in again, and pulled it out, over and over, and she was panting and moaning and whining and grasping at him soon enough, [i]begging[/i] him to give it to her properly. [i]Then[/i] he started pounding her, though still slowly. He pulled back, making sure to drag his ridges against her entrance, then rammed himself home, thumping the chair against the wall with each thrust, until she could barely stand it. She looked up at him with a soft moan, wrapping her legs as much around his hips as she could, and he got the message. He pressed his knot into her, grinding as it swelled, then began to rut her properly, pounding their hips together so that his balls bounced off her rear and her pussy made wet, sloppy sounds with each jerk and thrust. She came twice before he dumped his load into her, and lay panting in the chair as all four of the kobolds worked to lick up the mingled juices that seeped from where he plugged her.

"Not a gentle lover, fah!" the dragon grumbled down at her.

She giggled and reached up to pat his cheek. "Sorry, hun, but sometimes it's nice to be taken gently instead of just fucked into the ground."

A throat was very pointedly cleared, and she jerked, giving a yelp at the knot that tied her to the dragon, flailing for a moment to cover herself before giving it up. Jimmy had seen them fucking before, so she didn't know why she even bothered.

"Soooo, everything's settled," their manager advised. "And, as your business manager, I would advise [i]not[/i] getting rid of those businesses. I can also not tell you what they are so that you aren't tempted, but lemme tell ya, they're fucking [i]mint[/i]. They're basically printing their own money, and most of the investments are mostly just taking care of themselves, the lawyers, the accountants, and whatnot. Um. This also might not be the best time, but could I get a raise? I mean, you guys can [i]definitely[/i] afford it, and it's not like I'm making bad money already, but if I'm gonna be handling [i]all[/i] of your business affairs and not just the racing stuff and PR, then I think I might deserve a little bit extra. Oh, also I got you an appointment with a realtor to go see some places around the city, 'cause your little closet of an apartment is really just not gonna cut it, especially with kids on the way, no offense, Rain. Plus I don't really know what dragon apartments look like, but I doubt they're very comfortable for humans. I figured it wouldn't be a bad idea, but, like, sorry if I stepped over the line with that one."

"Jimmy, hun, you are the [i]best[/i]," Rain told him, offering a lazy thumbs up as she basked in the afterglow of some really amazing sex. "Give yourself a raise. And a bonus. But don't go crazy, alright? Also get yourself a car. A [i]really[/i] nice car. And a hooker, why not. And go get us some fucking booze, enough to get even Rev here drunk. We are going to fucking [i]party[/i] so hard they'll think the championships are on again. God, go invite all the temps and the second string, the third string, everyone. Get everyone on the team. Tonight is gonna be sex and alcohol until we all drop from exhaustion and/or puke our guts out. Preferably just the first one. Jimmy... Jimmy. We hit the big time. For real. Dude, thank you for sticking by us through all this. Believe me, we're gonna stick by you, because you earned the hell out of it."

The stress-addict manager actually looked choked up, a few tears in his eyes, and unable to speak for a few moments. "Aw... You guys are the fucking [i]best[/i] bosses I've ever had. I'd hug you, but you're both disgusting and covered in gross. I'm gonna go call everyone. But let's try and keep everything confined to the locker areas, okay? I don't think the stadium would appreciate it if we ended up with a bunch of dragons and humans and furs out fucking on the racing green. Should I order the hookers for here?"

"Fuck, sure, go for it. And [i]no eating the hookers[/i]! Make sure to tell them that. No eating the goddamn hookers, for the love of fuck. Tell the dragons, I mean. Well, and the furs. Jessica's the only non-pred we have on staff at the moment, and we don't need people getting carried away, not with the shitshow we just got all cleared up. Fuck it, just tell everyone that anyone who eats someone else is going to answer to [i]me[/i], and that'll be [i]after[/i] I fire them. That should keep everyone in line."

"Jeez. Yes, ma'am!"

He scurried back towards his office, and Rain stroked her dragon's forelimbs, looking up at him. "Think you'll be able to get another round in before everyone gets here? And I'm not looking for you to be gentle this time around."

He grinned down at her, with that grin he got that he thought was [i]so[/i] very intimidating. "Do you think you'll be able to walk after twice in so short a time?"

"Gimme what you got, big guy."

He didn't waste any more time on talk, and he was [i]not[/i] gentle.