A/N: My apologies for the slow uploads, I have had major writers block for several weeks now. Only been able to write a paragraph or two at a time, as infrequently as I've been able to peck at them.
Black Rock Shooter slowly opened her eyes, finding herself face down on her bed with her wings hanging limply like she always did when she slept, forming her own blanket. She blinked for a few seconds and rubbed her knuckle into each eye to try and clear the sleep from them as she slowly lifted her torso off the mattress with her other forearm, likewise twisting her body around until she was properly upright in a sitting position, realizing very suddenly that there was something where there shouldn't be something...
Despite being a notoriously slow-to-wake species, she almost bolted out of bed in panic, and would have if her phone didn't thump to the floor and the memories of last night came flashing back to her mind. The video call, the conversation about BDSM, the buttplug still firmly lodged in her ass, her putting on a show by masturbating for Julius during the call... It all rushed back to her, and she panted for breath for a moment before realizing that after at least several hours in her body, the metallic buttplug wasn't painful, nor even uncomfortable. It just felt... new.
Grasping both of her ass cheeks, she turned on her toes, moved her tail aside, and peered over her shoulder at the mirror on the back of her bedroom door, greeted by the gleaming, deep blue sapphire ringed by a visible ridge of the gold baseplate, firmly placed below her tail and between her ass cheeks.
Releasing her hold on her backside, Black Rock Shooter took a few seconds to relax her whole body, taking in her natural sixth sense, and realized something potentially... exciting...
Only Julius knew she even possessed the plugs in the first place. Let alone the fact she was presently using one...
A sly smile inched onto her face as she peered over her shoulder again at the well concealed sex toy she was using. Nobody knew... and nobody would find out either...
Most the morning at work was spent just getting pets and non-human creatures prepared for appointments with Doctor Saki, who was floating around the shelter checking on everyone and everything that crossed her path. Just as the noon hour approached, her path was crossed by Black Rock Shooter on her way to the break room to eat lunch.
With a gentle caress, Doctor Saki's long Elven digits slid along Black Rock Shooter's spine, sending a shiver up and down her back at the touch, only to seemingly nestle the reaction in the base of her tail, right at the spot where her buttplug was inserted, to which she minutely tensed at the touch and turned her head to stare at her boss with narrowed pupils.
[Is there something you need?] She signed right away, and her boss' lazy gaze watched the hand movements with her own hand still hanging in the air towards the spot where Black Rock Shooter's spine had just been occupying.
"I can't help but notice there's something different about you today... You didn't get laid last night, did you?" Doctor Saki tilted her head slightly to the side as she spoke, her utterly relaxed expression seemed to be scrutinizing her without shifting the expression itself. "Was it that... what was his name again... Julius?"
Black Rock Shooter shook her head, unwilling to go into any details of her relationship with her boss. [Nothing happened last night. Now is there something you needed before I take my lunch break?] She signed in reply, but internally was thinking over her day so far to figure out if she ever gave away hints of her buttplug to her fellow staff members. She didn't wince or tense unusually, and she certainly wasn't toying with it, and sitting down was practically unheard of for her at the shelter, due to her job's parameters, unlike Gunnar or Doctor Saki.
"No, I was just checking on you since it feels like something's different about you today. Are you alright?"
She nodded in reply.
"Right, I've been informed we have a rowdy horse coming in, might need you to eat quickly in case he causes a stir on arrival, use your natural talents to get him settled properly so I can have a look at him."
Black Rock Shooter nodded, since by official position, she was the shelter's on-site animal handler, but without animals to take care of, she took the role of a general labourer to maintain the job.
They separated at that point, with Doctor Saki floating away down the hall, and she herself entering the break room to eat her lunch.
As she ate, she couldn't help but realize that for being on her feet all morning she wasn't perfectly accustomed to her new toy, and was acutely aware of it's presense between her asscheeks while she was finally able to sit down. Much that she couldn't quite sit perfectly still for the first few minutes until the added pressure of being seated directly onto the plug had finally subsided to a more dulled reminder of what she was doing with it.
Regardless, it felt amazing. The excitement of nobody else knowing, coupled with the insertion itself was thrilling, and she definitely felt herself to be in a good mood because of it.
With the last few scraps of her food in hand, Black Rock Shooter wandered out of the break room, munching on the last pieces as the sounds of the back entrance opening reached her ears, signalling the arrival of the horse and their owner. She was needed on deck, and shoved the handful straight into her mouth, chewing and swiftly swallowed it by the time she entered the room to come face to face with the bridled horse, a tall proud stallion that was stamping his hooves and clearly not at all pleased by the current circumstances it was in.
Doctor Saki was already waiting with a human that she assumed was the owner or handler assigned to the delivery.
"Th' heck is she doin' 'ere? I was told youse would be bringin' in some sorta tamer nonsense to git 'im to calm down and such." The human stared at her warily at her silent approach. "Not some lizard thang wit' a girl's face whiter than a ghost."
"She is the tamer, my dear, dense human. And she's not some 'lizard thing' as you so claim either. She is a dragon, and she demands your respect, otherwise you can take your employer's horse home and tell her why she was still billed without service. Mind your tongue, or lose it next you choose to speak ill of my staff. Are we clear?" In a surprisingly sharp clarity for the usually carefree, floaty tone she used when speaking, Doctor Saki leveled her otherwise unchanged, borderlining on perpetually stoner-levels of chill expression onto the human beside the horse that was growing more agitated by the second. "Black, sweetie, do your thing. If he tries anything, scare the horse into a panic."
With slow strides, Black Rock Shooter slowly approached the antsy horse, who was focusing solely on her, unsure, but unable to look away from her. Both of their gazes were unwavering from each other, his being widened and wary, hers being wide-pupiled and gentle.
When she was finally close enough, she slowly curled on hand into a fist and gently presented it before the horse's nose, allowing him to learn her scent. Despite predominantly being the scent of a predator, the horse could smell her human side, the hint of which was the only reason he didn't immediately start bucking in panic at the scent of an instinctively feared beast before his very nose.
Deep beneath his unease, the horse felt a need to learn more of this dragon-scented human, and for a moment, just a moment, forgot all about the other angrier human holding it by a lead.
"Th' hell is..." The handler demanded, but a mere turn of Doctor Saki's gaze towards him silenced his comment, to prevent startling either the horse or Black Rock Shooter's surprisingly intimate staring, with one hand on the side of his muzzle.
The gentleness, the unwavering focus, and the silence, all together were putting the horse at ease, but it was evident to the human that this... dragongirl wasn't done yet, and clearly had more things he'd be billed for.
In their gazes, however, Black Rock Shooter and the horse had been conversting on an instinctive, body language level, and not even Doctor Saki would ever dream of learning what that was like. It was beautiful in its innate mystery, for sure.
And just like that, Black Rock Shooter slowly separated from the horse, who was now calm and in better spirits, as she turned to her boss and began signing.
[Early bloomer for mating season, isn't he their only horse? If that's the case, he's going to be like this for a while. I would recommend he be given a heightened exercise regime for the duration of mating season to vent the excess energy he has. Classic case of spring fever.]
"Cheers, my dear. Now then, human..." Doctor Saki returns her gaze back to the man. "Your horse has been calmed, you will be billed for services given. And you will be paying immediately, I expect?" The way that she spoke, neither angry nor calm, was laden with disapproval, almost... disappointment, as well as laced with the tendrils of a threat.
It was while the man was pursing his lips in suppressed anger that a buzzing noise came from Black Rock Shooter's pocket, but she ignored it, still watching the exchange with a slight smirk on her face.
"You're free to go, my dear. Might want to answer that message while you have the chance before anything else comes your way." Doctor Saki waved her fingers in a 'shoo' gesture. "I'll handle him and this gorgeous stallion."
Black Rock Shooter felt a slightly chuckle-like sensation coming from the horse beside them. She knew instinctively that it had understood the comment, and the compliment too, after having tapped into her mind for their connection. It was of course accompanied by a chuff aloud by the stallion.
But, with her expertise rendered, she turned on her heel and left, headed for the break room at least for the moment to answer her phone. Once she arrived she was quick to pull it out and bring up the message... from a number she didn't recognize?
After a moment of hesitation, she gulped aloud and opened the message...
To Lady Black Rock Shooter. Salutations, my name is Syndra Archanius, you might not know me directly, but I have been just informed that you are now romantically involved with my daughter, Lilith. I am already aware of the nature of the contract that she and her husband utilize, and would be most pleased to meet you in person later this evening. As I am sure you are presently busy with your employment, I await your reply patiently, and wish not to rush your decision making. If this evening is unavailable, I can reschedule at any time you would rather meet with me. We can discuss further details when you are available. Syndra.