Racer's Roulette

From her response, Gripen seemed to feel the same way. "What am I feeling? Hmm, tough question. I'm curious to finally touch a drake's penis? Also feeling a bit awkward since I hope I don't mess this up, and definitely nervous. Really horny, too." Her eyes met his again, and Typhoon couldn't look away. "Can I...tell you something?" Gripen asked.

"Yes?"

Gripen shuddered, and suddenly she looked just as nervous as Typhoon felt. "I'm...in heat. I suppose you already know Rafale's in heat since she's trying to make an egg with Apollo, but...I'm in heat too. When you get dragonesses living together, the pheromones sometimes sync up their heat cycles."

"Oh. Oohhh! You're in heat! Of course!" Typhoon exclaimed. Gripen's sudden admission about her natural fertility made her behaviour much more understandable to him. "So that's why you've been acting so weird, asking about mating and whether I find you attractive and all that. It's just because you're in heat. Your heat must be really bad, right? I mean, you kissed me."

Gripen nodded, then shook her head. "Yes? No! Not like that. I didn't just... Being in heat makes me horny, but it doesn't make me crazy! This isn't my first heat cycle—it isn't even my second. I know how to deal with my heat cycles, but this is different. This is...well, I don't know what this is. I've wanted to kiss you for so long, but I never dared to do it until today. Kissing you was really fun, though."

Despite all his uncertainty, on this Typhoon can wholeheartedly agree. "It was."

"You know what? I'm too horny to figure out my emotions right now—save it for later. First let's have some fun." Gripen turned her attention back to Typhoon's underbelly, and his still very much erect penises. She held the semen collector over his two erections, moving from one to the other. "We need to do both, right?"

"Uh, technically we don't need to do anything," Typhoon replied, which made Gripen snort and roll her eyes.

"Pffft. Smartass. What I meant was—your penises cum independently, right? Like one testicle connects to one penis, so to drain all your arousal we'll have to make you cum twice."

"Sort of? It's one testicle to one penis, but I think the prostate and seminal glands are shared?" Typhoon replied.

Gripen rolled her eyes again. "This is a simple question, don't make it difficult. Do you want me to stroke you off once, or twice? Ah, screw it. We'll just do it twice. That'll be twice the fun, right?"

"Right..." Typhoon murmured.

"Ok, here we go." Gripen lined up the semen collector with Typhoon's left erection, and then she pushed down...which didn't really work. The tip of his penis bumped against the opening of the semen collector, but it didn't go in. Gripen tried pushing down even harder, forcing Typhoon's penis into the collector, but the uncomfortable friction made him wince, and his erection softened slightly as she literally pushed blood out of his penis.

"Ah... Be gentle with that!" Typhoon gasped.

"Sorry. Sorry. Is this not the correct way to do this? Hmm." Gripen lifted the semen collector off his length—only the very tip of erection had even been penetrating it. She turned the collector around and stared into the penetrable sex toy. "Are you too big for it? Is that the issue?" Curling her tail forward, Gripen tried inserting her appendage, and then she immediately realized her mistake. "Oh wait, I messed this up. Hehe, I've got a vagina—I should definitely have realized that things need to be wet."

Hearing Gripen talk about such risqué things made Typhoon feel a surge of embarrassment, but also arousal. Before he could say anything, Gripen pressed on. She tapped the tip of his penis again, where a bead of his pre-ejaculate was slowly leaking out—that clear, slick bodily fluid was also coming from his genital slit, where both his erections originated from. After wetting her paw, she began smearing Typhoon's slick pre-ejaculate all along the smooth, slightly curving length of his left erection. Unlike the tight confines of the semen collector, her paws had a much lighter touch—each of her strokes coaxed out another tiny drop of pre-ejaculate, which she then used to lubricate his erection. "That feels nice," Typhoon told her.

Gripen was watching closely as she attended to Typhoon's erection. "That's good. I read in a magazine that...that most drakes can produce enough precum to act as lubricant, in case the female isn't...um...wet enough on her own."

From his solo experiences, Typhoon knew this was true. It was a simple but logical reflex—dry friction on his penises made them produce pre-ejaculate in response, so as to make a mating more comfortable. "It's probably true. When I jerk off I have to go really slow and gentle until my cock is wet enough, then I can go faster. Oo, that feels so nice... Wait, what did you mean by magazine? Are humans the same way in their mating practices? Or is there actually a magazine dedicated to dragon sex?"

"Well, the magazine isn't entirely dedicated to dragon sex," Gripen said. "There are also parts about how to take care of your scales, and how to fly better and things like that. Why are you so surprised?"

"I just...assumed there wouldn't be enough people who would read such a magazine," Typhoon replied. "I know that Caedry Aero has lots of freighter dragons, but still..."

"There are way more dragons in this country than just freighters. Especially in the last few years, lots of human households now keep dragons as pets and transports—you should really keep up to date on current affairs. Oh, look at that—your other one is going droopy." Gripen had been rubbing Typhoon's pre-ejaculate all over his left penis, and it was now thoroughly lubricated. However, this attention had also triggered another reflex—his other penis had started to lose its own erection, getting out of the way so it wouldn't interfere with any attempts to mate using his left erection.

Gripen's paw was still wet and slick—she grabbed Typhoon's softening right penis and started stroking it instead. The changed stimulation sent fresh tingles of pleasure through his underbelly, and his right penis quickly reversed course to grow back to full erection—but of course this also triggered the inverse reflex, and his left penis slowly started to soften. "I can't rub one side for too long, or the other starts to get soft," Gripen concluded.

Typhoon nodded his head. "Usually I only rub one at a time."

"One at a time? Not if I have anything to say about it." Gripen suddenly released her grip and reached into the same shopping bag she'd taken the semen collector from. She took out another box, much smaller than before, and deftly opened it with her claws.

"Uh... Gripen, what's that?" Typhoon asked.

"Cock rings. Haha, they're rings...that...go around your cock. Or cocks. Haha." The dragoness raised her paw to show her what she was holding—true to her word, she had a pair of rounded, semi-translucent rings made from what looked like silicone or rubber. "From my research about biphallic swiftwings, I think this is the easiest way to make sure you stay hard in both sides."

As before, Typhoon wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. "Research? You mean like encyclopaedia research? Or pornography research?"

"Both, of course," Gripen said. "I'm a bit embarrassed to admit how much time I've spent fantasizing about this. You know how people say you shouldn't go grocery shopping when you're hungry? It's like that—you shouldn't go shopping for sex toys while in heat. Oh well." She grabbed Typhoon's left penis in one paw and used her other paw to put the cock ring on him.

"That's interesting," Typhoon muttered. Despite the natural lubrication coating his penis, the cock ring felt stretchy and tight as Gripen rolled it down his length. It took a few tries for her to get the ring over the slight bulge at the base of his penis—his uninflated knot, which would swell up at the point of orgasm. Once Gripen was done with Typhoon's left penis, she switched to his right penis and put a second cock ring around the base of that one too. Sitting right behind his knots but in front of his genital slit, the two cock rings felt like they was constricting his penises and forcing blood to remain in his erections. Once they were on, they weren't uncomfortable or even too noticeable, although their effectiveness remained to be seen. "I wonder if that'll actually work," Typhoon said.

"Should be easy enough to find out." Gripen picked up the semen collector again and aligned it with Typhoon's right penis. After a brief hesitation, she slowly tried pushing it down over his length again, and this time things went much smoother. Now that his pre-ejaculate was serving as lubrication, there was far less friction and far more stimulation. The inside of the semen collector felt like it was filled with bumps and soft ridges which surrounded his penis and rubbed it from all sides.

And it kept going—Typhoon felt that soft sensation completely envelop his whole erection as Gripen slid the collector down. It was unlike using his paw or even his tongue, and it felt much better in a way he hadn't even expected it would. When the collector reached the base of his penis, there was a slightly bump as his uninflated knot smoothly slipped into the device, accompanied by a faint squelching noise.

"Does that feel good?" Gripen asked, and Typhoon nodded his head in response.

"Very good..." Just that sensation of his penis being completely surrounded felt surprisingly pleasurable. But before Typhoon could savour the pleasure for long, Gripen slowly began pulling the collector off his length. She pulled back until only the very tip of his penis was still penetrating the semen collector, and then she reversed her motion and slid it back down his length again. At first her motions were slow, but when Typhoon made no complaint, she gradually began speeding up. The pleasure was intense and undeniable—after five days spent without any sexual release, his body was clearly aching for a climax.

Yet unlike almost all his previous times masturbating, Typhoon realized that the cock rings were doing their job. Gripen was using the semen collector to vigorously stroke his right penis, which felt like it was about to explode with pleasure—but despite the heavy stimulation, his left penis was still almost fully erect. The rings at the base of his erections were restricting blood flow enough to keep him erect, overriding the natural reflex which would have normally caused his unstimulated penis to become flaccid.

Gripen noticed it too. "It looks like you're still hard in both penises. Hmm." She gave a few more strokes to his right penis, then abruptly she lifted the semen collector off his length and switched it to his left penis, stimulating that one instead.

"Oh!" Typhoon let out a surprised, pleasured moan as the stimulation caused a similar but distinct set of nerve endings to fire. His pleasure had been slowly climbing up towards an orgasm, but switching sides meant he could once again savour that intense build-up. "Yeah, that feels sooo good..."

"You look really hot right now," Gripen said. For a few minutes she kept going, repeatedly stroking Typhoon with the semen collector and occasionally switching erections. Soon Typhoon began breathing heavily, and he wasn't sure how long more he would last. Gripen watched him closely through it all—she never took her eyes off him, even as she kept rubbing him.

"I'm...getting close," Typhoon warned her, as his pleasure started to approach the point where it would overflow into an orgasm. He felt so aroused, more so than ever before.

Gripen made a few more strokes with the semen collector, and then she slowed down and pulled it off his erection. Typhoon's whole genital slit and even some of his underbelly was messy with his own pre-ejaculate, and Gripen sniffed at her paws. "That sounds like a positive review from you. I guess this thing works."

Typhoon nodded. "It works. It works very well. Definitely better than my paws—the inside feels just so...soft and rubby from everywhere."

Gripen grinned. "I don't think rubby is a word." Using her tail, she picked up the semen collector's packaging box, which was had fallen onto the floor. "By the way, there's another feature. You know how it's called the Multipurpose Dragon Semen Collector/Masturbator? It's multipurpose because it also works to...um..." She turned the collector around so that Typhoon could see the top, and pointed to the opening. "You see how there's this groove here? Right around the hole?"

"Yes?" Typhoon prompted.

"Yeah, well that groove is designed to fit...uh..." Still holding the collector in one paw, Gripen reached for the shopping bags again. When she raised her other paw, Typhoon saw that Gripen was holding a small, square, foil packet—a condom.

"Is that a...? Hmm, that's interesting," Typhoon said.

"Yeah I thought so too. Apparently this is designed to help you put on condoms. Not that I've ever tried myself. Supposedly condoms are hard to put on, especially for those dragon species with less dextrous paws." Gripen stared at the sealed condom packet. "Or, alternatively, for a rainbow swiftwing who crash lands in his first race and ends up with bandages all over his forepaws," she added with a sly grin.

Typhoon made a fake, whiny, high-pitched laugh. "Hahaha! Yes, I suck at racing! Sooo funny! World-class joke, Gripen! Hahahaha!" His fake laugh ended up sounding so absurdly silly that Gripen burst out into genuine laughter, which in turn also made Typhoon actually laugh.

"Ahahahaha...hehe...ok. Hehehaha. Ok, serious now. Serious face!" Gripen insisted, despite the wide grin crossing her snout.

Typhoon responded by making the least serious face possible—he stuck out his tongue and crossed his eyes, while waggling his ears. His ridiculous expression made Gripen laugh so hard that the semen collector almost slipped out of her grip. While still giggling, Gripen slipped the semen collector over Typhoon's right penis and left it there, letting his erection hold it in place.

"Hah... Ok. Hahah. Yes! Hilarious, you clown," Gripen said when she could finally control her mirthful laughter. She patted Typhoon's underbelly, right above his two erections. "One day when I'm CEO and queen of the world, you can be my court jester."

"Only if you pay me well." Typhoon reached out with a bandaged forepaw and took the semen collector's box, so he could read the packaging. "Wow. I didn't even know they made condoms for dragons, let alone special devices to help put them on."

"How do you not know anything? You really should watch less TV and read more." Gripen bounced the sealed condom packet in her paw. "Of course they make condoms for dragons. Why would they only make condoms for humans?"

Typhoon snorted. "They don't make condoms for dogs, do they?"

"Totally different. Dogs are too dumb to put on condoms before they hump each other. And besides, people just neuter dogs." Gripen tugged the semen collector off Typhoon's length and turned it around so it was facing upwards. She placed the condom over the collector's opening, though she hadn't taken off the foil pack yet. "I assume you know how condoms work in general, right? Like you've at least acquired that knowledge from all your TV watching."

"Condom goes over the male's cock, so that during sex the male's cum doesn't get into the female, thus preventing pregnancy?" Typhoon summarized.

"Correct! So if you just so happen to have a female dragon in heat who wants to mate with you, you'd need a condom. And this multipurpose sex toy thing can help you put the condom on, if your paws don't have the best dexterity." Gripen's tail flicked from left to right, but her gaze stay locked on Typhoon. "So...Typhoon...do you want to try it out?"

Excited shock once again paralyzed Typhoon for a few seconds, before he finally got his mouth working. "Wait, I need some clarification. When you said try it out, did you mean only trying to put on a condom, or did you mean trying on the condom, and then also the mating with a female dragon in heat part?"

Gripen stared at him, then she raised an eye ridge incredulously. "Both, obviously. What's the point of putting on a condom if you don't have sex? Like, literally that is the function of a condom. Unless you are trying to say you don't want to have sex with me, in which case I'm sure there are better ways to break my heart."

Typhoon raised his paws consolingly. "Keep your heart intact—I was just checking! Can't assume things like that. But yes, I do want to try it out, if you're alright with that."

"Good, that's what I wanted to hear." Extending a single claw, Gripen carefully cut open the foil packet and took out the condom. She peered closely at it, and even tried sniffing the flat, rolled up sheath. "Interesting."

"Can I see?" Typhoon asked. Gripen passed the condom to him, and he also took a look at it. It smelled faintly of latex, but was otherwise uninteresting.

Taking the condom back, Gripen placed it into the semen collector. The condom's tip went facing into the collector and the rolled up portion was held by the grooves surrounding the collector's opening. It looked almost like there was a barrier blocking the hole of the collector, but Typhoon guessed that attempting penetration would cause the condom to unroll over his erection. Gripen turned the collector downwards, checking that the condom was held in place, then she lined it up over Typhoon's erections.

Despite the tight cock rings restricting blood flow, the prolonged lack of stimulation had caused both his erections to droop slightly. A short rub from Gripen's paw quickly restored both his penises to full rigidity. "You ready?" she asked him.

Typhoon nodded, and then Gripen moved the semen collector down over his left penis. It worked just as expected—as the tip of his penis pushed into the collector's depths, the condom was partially held by the opening and it began to unroll over his erection. Gripen slid the collector all the way down, then she pulled it entirely off to see the results. Typhoon's left penis was now wrapped up by mostly-transparent latex rubber, which fit snugly around his whole erection all the way down to his genital slit. The condom even had a bulb-shape near the base, surrounding his knot—this part was noticeably looser, presumably to accommodate for when his knot swelled.

"Ok! So that appears to work as expected—you are now wearing a condom." Gripen moved the semen collector over Typhoon's penis again, but then she stopped and put the collector down. "Wait, no. That's not what we wanted to do, right?"

Stepping forward, the yellow-scaled dragoness climbed over the drake's red-scaled body and positioned herself. Reaching her paw down, she grabbed his left penis and aligned it with her own genital slit, while also pushing aside his right penis so it wouldn't get in the way. Then slowly Gripen bent her hindlegs and lowered herself down, letting Typhoon's length push into her depths.

Typhoon was literally speechless—he didn't dare to say anything, for fear of spoiling the moment. His heart was pounding in his chest again, and he felt acutely aware of every smallest detail. Most noticeable was the sensation of his left penis gradually sliding into Gripen's vagina; it was vaguely similar to how the semen collector had felt, and yet so, so much better. Slick, squeezing friction all around, that was tight but not too tight. Typhoon let out a soft, involuntary moan. "Ohhh..."

Gripen lowered herself down until Typhoon was fully hilted inside her, with her genital slit touching his. "Hmm, ok. That's...that's filling," she murmured.