Racer's Roulette

"Alright then. Let's see about that," Gripen muttered. She snuggled against him and let one of her forepaws rest on his chest, and then she absolutely went to town. Typhoon had his neck and snout assaulted with a constant bombardment of licks and gentle kisses—dragons often used their tongues to lick their scales clean, but this wasn't really that. This was something else, and a shudder ran down his back.

"Gripen? What...are you...?" Typhoon murmured, but he couldn't muster the determination to tell her to stop. Gripen's body felt warm as she pressed against his side, and instinctively he just wanted to hold her close. They'd cuddled many times before, but this was not that—this felt more sensual and intimate. Gripen was so close that he could smell her; that scent was familiar but strangely alluring.

"Hmm, yes. Close your eyes. Just relax and focus on what you're feeling," Gripen whispered into his ear, before gently licking the side of his snout again. Typhoon snapped his eyes open—when had he closed them?—just in time to see Gripen break out into another mischievous grin. "Or open them, and pay all the more attention to me."

"I...what?" Typhoon tried to say. Much to his relief and disappointment, Gripen finally stopped her licking.

The yellow-scaled dragoness pointed her paw back at the bedside table and the clock on top of it. "14:30. One minute. And the results are... Drumroll please..." She lightly tapped her forepaws against Typhoon's chest, pretending to be playing a drum, and then she pointed both paws to his underbelly.

Typhoon already knew what he would see. He was aroused—very aroused. Both his penises had shot up to full erection, pointing upwards and stiffening in the hope of even more intimate contact. The outline of his two erections was clearly visible underneath the blanket, and a small dot of wetness marked the very tip of both reproductive organs, where his pre-ejaculate was wetting the thin blanket. Typhoon sighed. "Alright, fine! If you want me to say it, I'll say it. Gripen, you are clever, and funny, and witty, and I suppose you're attractive too. Is it a crime for me to find you attractive?"

"Of course not. I was just... I...I find you attractive too, I suppose?" Now it was Gripen's turn to stop and look unsure. Was she teasing? Fishing for a compliment? Or perhaps even flirting? Apparently neither of the two dragons knew. Gripen seemed to fold away, and she self-consciously shook her head, as if she was only just realizing how intimately she'd been interacting with Typhoon. "I don't know. I saw your penis and I guess that made me think about...uh...mating? Or penises, plural, I suppose. Looks like both are hard."

No question about that. Typhoon's two penises were fully erect—stimulating either one would have made the other retreat, but until then they both remained ready for action. "That's your fault, so I hope you're happy."

A hint of Gripen's mischievous smile returned. "Yeah, I am! Think about it—after all that kissing and cuddling I did to you, it would have been pretty humiliating for me if you'd still ended up completely soft."

"What was all that, even? Where'd all that come from?" Typhoon demanded.

"I don't know. Ok, I do know, but it's not important right now." Gripen gestured to Typhoon's underbelly, but she avoided touching him even through the blanket. "I suppose you're going to handle that problem once I'm gone?" she asked, making a stroking motion with her loosely clenched paw.

"No, I'm not because of..." Typhoon held up his two bandaged forepaws. "With these bandages, I can't really handle things right now."

Gripen nodded her head sympathetically. "Oh, I see. Poor you! So you've been pent up ever since the crash? One week since you've gotten to cum?"

Typhoon shook his head. It felt so strange, talking frankly with Gripen about such sexual matters, but she had been correct when she said she wasn't a fledgling. They were both adults and close friends—discussing adult things wasn't really wrong. "Five days, actually. The last time was when Rafale helped me out, five days ago."

Gripen suddenly looked faintly annoyed and almost...jealous? "Rafale?! You've mated with her?"

"No, not properly. I haven't mated with anyone," Typhoon admitted. "Rafale just gave me a handjob—or pawjob, I suppose—after she and Apollo were done mating each other."

"Hm. She did? Did you enjoy it? Actually, don't answer that. Uh..." Gripen's tail flicked from side to side, tapping against the side of the mattress. She stared at Typhoon's erections, still covered up by the blanket, and then she snorted and shook her head. Moving away from the drake, Gripen hopped off the bed and stood up. "I'm not thinking straight. I'm going to go fly and get some fresh air—maybe I'll check out the nearby shopping mall or something. Do you need anything?"

Just like that, the conversation switched from sexual to a casual discussion. "No, not really. Maybe a laptop so I can surf the internet while I'm resting in bed? I've been borrowing one of Ian's work laptops, but he said I can get my own," Typhoon replied.

Gripen nodded. "Laptop, sure. Alright then, I'll just...see you later, Typhoon. See you later." She glanced towards Typhoon's erections one last time, then the yellow-scaled dragoness ran away, as if suddenly embarrassed to be in the same room as him.

"Uh, bye," Typhoon called after her. Left all alone again, he found himself wondering what on earth had just happened between him and Gripen—this was unprecedented compared to all their previous interactions. Back when they'd been younger, the two of them played together, flown together, and argued together with each other. All as if they were siblings as part of a family, but now things were different. Certainly Gripen seemed to view him differently, and Typhoon guessed that he was also supposed to see her differently, but he had no idea what the correct mindset was.

Suddenly Gripen scampered back into the room. Before Typhoon could say anything, Gripen ran up beside him and kissed him—and she did it properly too, not just licking the side of his snout like earlier. This time it was her snout pressed directly against his, with her tongue darting out and brushing against his. Another shudder ran down his back, but then the moment ended all too quickly.

Gripen pulled back, and the two dragons just stared at each other. Typhoon felt like his breath had been snatched away—a deep part of him wanted to lean forward and continue their kiss, but instead they both just stared. Without saying anything, Gripen sprinted out of Typhoon's bedroom again. Seconds later, he heard the suite's main door swing open before slamming shut—the doors in this hotel had oversized push bars instead of doorknobs or handles, so that dragons could push them open even without human-levels of dexterity.

Typhoon stayed frozen for another minute, then he raised a paw and wiped his snout. Idly he realized he know knew exactly how the inside of Gripen's mouth tasted, and he sort of liked it.

After some time spent trying to figure out his emotions, Typhoon gave up and just tried to nap. Yet when he shut his eyes, he couldn't stop thinking back to Gripen. Technically she'd been right when she'd said that she was an adult now, and Typhoon knew the same was true of him—they were still young, but they both weren't children anymore.

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Some indeterminate period of time later, Typhoon had finally drifted off into his nap, only to suddenly be woken up by the beep of the hotel suite's electronic lock.

Gripen trotted into Typhoon's bedroom, with head held high; in her mouth she was carrying several large shopping bags. The yellow-scaled dragoness dropped her bags onto the floor beside Typhoon's bed. "I'm back. Did you miss me?"

"Uh..." Typhoon was fully awake in an instant, but an appropriate response eluded him. Previously he would have sarcastically retorted that he hadn't even noticed she was gone, but now such a comment seemed almost childish. "Hi..." was what he eventually managed to say.

"Alright, here we go. I bought some souvenirs, some food, and also this." Gripen reached into one of her shopping bags and pulled out a flat cardboard box. She used her claws to slice away the adhesive tape sealing the box, and then also the bubble wrap that was contained within, before turning it to Typhoon so he could see its contents. Nestled inside the box was a large rectangle of metal and plastic—a laptop.

"Oh, thank you!" Typhoon took the laptop and stared at it. It was...a laptop, plain and simple. The keys seemed big enough even for his paws, which were less dextrous than human fingers, especially because of the bandages. "This should help with the boredom. Thanks, Gripen."

"No problem." Gripen nodded towards the television, which was still silently playing advertisements for the hotel's casino. "Now you won't just have to lie around watching television all day—you can lie around and surf the web all day."

"Living the dream, through the miracle of technology," Typhoon agreed. He put the laptop on the bedside table and fiddled with the charging cable.

Gripen helped him plug the cable into the laptop, then the wall socket. "The saleswoman looked so surprised when I walked into their store. I had to explain it to her three times before she believed that I was looking to buy a laptop. She kept asking if I was lost and was looking for my owner—as if I was some stray dog."

"How rude."

"Exactly!" Gripen tapped a small flat rectangle of plastic which was tied around her neck with a lanyard—it was one of Ian's credit cards, which he had given to her. "And when I tried to pay for the laptop, that saleswoman though I had stolen this card. Ha! What a joke. She only relented when I threatened to just buy the laptop from another store."

Typhoon winced sympathetically. "That's pretty normal behaviour for most humans. Ian's the exception—he understands that dragons are people, just as much as humans are."

"That's not right! It shouldn't be like that, with most humans looking down on us as their slaves or pets. One day that'll change," Gripen murmured. She hopped onto the bed and sat down next to Typhoon.

"Talking like that, you sound like Ian with all his lofty ambitions," Typhoon commented.

"That's...that's a good thing!" Gripen said, nodding her head intently. "The future will come sooner or later. Dragons will be entitled to just as many rights as humans—not just as cargo freighters and racers who fly as entertainment, but as true equals."

"Actually, you're going even further than Ian," Typhoon decided. "Ian just talked about a future where dragons and humans worked together in harmony. He never said anything being equals, as if a dragon could be as good a salesperson as a human, or as if a human could fly cargo like a dragon."

"It's not...literally about having everything equal—it's just about having equal opportunities and rights," Gripen explained. She suddenly had a passionate, inspired look in her eyes. "One day, I firmly believe a dragon will be able to get a job as a salesperson, if that's what she wants to do. Things will change! There'll be shops and banks for dragons too, not just for humans."

Typhoon smiled at Gripen's enthusiasm, but he shook his head. "That'll never happen. Both humans and dragons are too closeminded. Having everything stay the same is just more...what's the word for it? Comfortable. Your better world isn't happening."

Gripen playfully jabbed Typhoon's side with her tail. "It will! It'll happen! How are you so jaded already? You have to believe in change! In the future, we'll be able to...to vote! There will be dragon bankers, and teachers, and elected state officials, and dragon CEOs!"

"Hahaha!" Typhoon burst out in chuckles. Gripen poked him with her tail again, which just made him laugh harder. "Hahaha. Hey, stop that—it tickles! Come on, Gripen! It's a nice dream, but it won't happen. It's not realistic."

Gripen growled softly, but her tail tip was playfully flicking from side to side. "Grrr... Just you wait! One day I'll...I'll be a CEO!"

"Suuuure you will. That's totally an easy, attainable goal. Go for it—just ask Ian to teach you everything he knows about the aviation industry, business, and corporate politics. So easy," Typhoon said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he smiled at Gripen. "See now; unlike you, I keep my goals realistic. I just want to win a racing championship and get a big trophy—and then I'll know happiness. But you? You want to change the world."

"Precisely so! Sometimes you need to aim for greater things!" Gripen slapped her paw down on the bed dramatically. "One day you'll open a newspaper, and my picture will be there. Front page news—the first dragon CEO! All of Caedry Aerospace Group will report to me! Yeah."

"There's a much easier way to get in the newspaper. Just win a race and you'll get your picture in the sports section." Still grinning, Typhoon raised his bandaged paws. "Alternatively, crash in a spectacular and unexpected fashion. Check it out—I've already beat you in getting into a newspaper."

Both dragons laughed at that. "Haha! Yeah, you totally suck!" Gripen agreed. "Poor you. Crashed so hard that you ended up abrading the scales on your chest and paws. Heh. Speaking of that, I did buy you something else..."

"Oh?" Typhoon prompted.

Gripen slid over to the edge of the bed and reached into another one of the shopping bags. "Earlier you... you said that you were having trouble with...um...handling things? How do I put this—well, you know, they sell things to help with that too."

All of a sudden Typhoon felt self-conscious, lying on his back. "Wait, you mean...?"

"Yeah, don't judge me. But I just thought that if your bandages prevented you from touching yourself normally, you might...want some alternatives to that." Gripen shuffled her wings nervously, then she took something from the shopping bags and handed it to Typhoon. "Here, if you want..."

"Whoa. Is this what I think it is?" Turning it over with his bandaged paws, Typhoon looked at what she'd passed to him—it was a black cylinder made from what appeared to be rigid plastic, still wrapped up in its packaging box. "Multipurpose Dragon Semen Collector/Masturbator," he said, reading off the label. Something about that made him laugh amusedly. "Hahah, seriously? Hehe. Does it...does it work?"

Gripen grinned, and she laughed as well. "Hmh. How would I know? In case you didn't realize, I don't produce semen and therefore can't test it out myself. The guy at the store did assure me that this was a popular design."

"The store? Where did you even get something like this? An animal supply shop? This looks like something a farm or ranch would use for their breeding programs," Typhoon said.

"No, no. We're in a city—I don't think there are farm supply shops here. I bought that from a sex shop," Gripen replied, which surprised Typhoon.

"You went to a sex shop? What was...what was it like?"

Gripen flicked her wings in a shrug. "At first I was really nervous about people judging me for going in, but the store owner was very nice and understanding. He didn't seem to even care that I was a dragon, as long as I was a customer. Apparently a lot of humans buy this thing for their pet or transport dragons so they don't spend so much time searching for mates? I don't know if it's true, but that's what he said. Here, let me get that." Gripen took back the box and used her claws to cut open the packaging, before handing it back to Typhoon. "This thing should be compatible with any dragon within a certain range of...length and girth. And based on what I saw earlier, I think you should fit."

Typhoon stared at the device. He had heard about such things before, but he'd never thought about using one for himself. The semen collector was a cylindrical tube made from black plastic, with caps covering both ends. Unscrewing the larger end, Typhoon got a look at the inside of the device—whereas the outer casing was hard plastic, the inside was hollow and made from some sort of soft, squishy, semi-translucent material. "Cool."

"So... you, uh..." Gripen made awkward gestures towards Typhoon's blanket-covered underbelly. "Are you going to try it out?"

It had been five days since Typhoon had gotten any form of sexual relief, and he was admittedly feeling rather pent up. "Sure. I'll let the laptop charge for a bit, and I'll see how this thing works in the meantime." Still holding the semen collector in one paw, he grabbed the blanket covering his lower half, and then paused. "Uh, Gripen?"

"Yeah?" Gripen had made no move whatsoever to leave. In fact, the dragoness appeared to be watching him with a wide-eyed, curious look.

Typhoon had never been the most self-conscious or easily embarrassed, but he wasn't sure that extended into exhibitionism. "Are you just going to...sit there and watch?"

"Oh, alright, since you asked." Gripen headed to the door—but then instead of leaving, she simply shut the door and jumped back onto the bed. There had apparently been a miscommunication—Gripen misinterpreted Typhoon's request for privacy as a request for participation—and the drake promptly realized this when Gripen grabbed the blanket in her jaws and snatched it off his body, tossing it to the floor.

"I...uh... Gri—Gripen...?" Typhoon stammered, as Gripen stared peering at his now fully-exposed, vulnerable, underbelly.

"Ok! This is exciting. How do we do this? First let's see what you've got down here." Gripen began poking and prodding at Typhoon's genital slit. She didn't seem at all experienced or knowledgeable with such an activity, but her paws were warm and her touch was gentle.

Shocked excitement paralyzed Typhoon—his emotions were all in a jumble. He had no idea what to say or do, but his body reacted automatically. His heart began pounding in his chest, and his whole genital slit felt tingly. Within seconds he started to grow erect, with both his penises pushing out of his slit and quickly rising to full size and stiffness.

Gripen said nothing as well. Her paws were still touching the side of Typhoon's slit, but she didn't move to actually touch his penises. Even without any direct contact, his several days of abstinence meant that he was soon at full hardness. Gripen's gaze darted from Typhoon's genitals to his face, and she broke out into a grin. Slowly she raised her paw and tapped the tip of his right erection, and then his left. "One and two! Now that's a sight."

"Thanks, I think?" Typhoon replied.

Gripen giggled playfully, and Typhoon found himself laughing along with her. The dragoness took the semen collector and held it in her paws. "Hehe. Alright, so now you're hard. Both your penises are independent, right? Like out of the pair, only one of them cums at once."

Typhoon nodded. "Yes..."

"That's what I thought," Gripen agreed. "I did a little bit of research on biphallic swiftwings, ever since I found out you had two. Remember that time a few years back? I walked in on you while you were showering, and you had both of them out."

"Arrgh. Yes, I remember! That was such an embarrassing moment. You never brought it up again, so I...I thought you didn't notice," Typhoon said.

Gripen shook her head. "I noticed—I definitely noticed. That wasn't even the first time. Although...I've never gotten to see you like this." The dragoness used her paw to hold Typhoon's left penis. She squeezed it, felt it, moved it about, and even compared it directly against its twin. "Oo, boy. That makes me feel...hmm..."

"Finish your sentence. How exactly are you feeling?" Typhoon asked, because he was still working through his own emotions. He was definitely aroused, but beyond that he felt equally split between eager excitement and terrified anxiety.