Batdragon Air: Fly the Friendly Skies

>You've thought before about why you like flying so much
>Maybe it's because while humans can walk and swim, we can't fly
>Maybe it's because you dreamed of it so much as a child
>Maybe it's something else entirely, who knows
>What matters is that you're never as happy as when you're in the clear blue sky with nobody but your Noivern for miles

>The clear midnight-black sky, though, not so much
>Noivern's echolocation can pick out any other fliers, but they can't see her, so entering the airspace of the nearby city at night is just asking for disaster
>Rather than risk it, you decided to make camp in a nearby cave
>Noivern loves it, and that's good enough for you
>A day won't make a difference in your itinerary
>Besides, it's not that bad there, and one more night in the wilderness won't kill you
>You unpack your bags, digging out your last MRE and opening up Noivern's bag of food
>Before you can pour out a usual quantity, though, Noivern snatches it out of your hands and bounds away with it
>After an entertaining chase, you manage to snatch it back from her, although you think she let you catch her
>Within an hour, you're both fed at least adequately, and asleep in your beds

>You wake up in the middle of the night to an ice-cold wetness across your legs
>You stifle a gasp and sit up, trying to figure out what happened
>The cause is obvious - your gallon bottle fell over in the night, leaked, and soaked your sleeping bag
>Just fucking great
>You throw on some clothing and drag your wet sleeping bag and empty bottle out of the cave
>You toss the sleeping bag over a tree to dry, tie it down so nothing steals it, and turn around to carry the bottle to the stream nearby

>Once the bottle is full, you haul it back to the cave, wondering what to do
>If you move the heavy blanket next to Noivern, you should be able to sleep next to her and stay warm
>You think you hear something like a tiny yelp as you walk into the cave, but you brush it off
>Setting the bottle down gently, you pick up the heavy blanket and drag it over to your sleeping Noivern's side
>With a yawn, you settle into the blanket nest next to her, blink a few times, and freeze
>In that moment, you realize three things
>One: Noivern was awake
>Two: Her vaginal slit was exposed
>Three: It is possible for a Noivern to masturbate

>Yes, apparently, her tail can mimic a male Noivern's cock well enough for her to stimulate herself - you can see her juices glistening on the tip, now that you're looking
>Apparently she thought she could bring herself to completion between the time you left and the time you came back
>And - you twist to look up at her face - she is definitely embarrassed, turning her head away and determinedly trying to pretend that nothing was happening
>You feel like something is wrong, somehow - something other than the obvious - but you can't put your finger on it

>Then you realize: it's you
>You aren't reacting like you thought you would
>Instead of revulsion or at least befuddlement, you're actually getting horny
>Well, that's one way to discover you're a Pokephile
>It's at this point that you make the mistake
>Possibly it's sleep-deprivation, possibly it's blood flowing to the wrong head, possibly it's being shaken up by a discovery about yourself, doesn't matter
>What matters is that, on an impulse, you reach out and gently stroke her slit with your hand

>She jerks, her head whipping around to look at you in shock
>You can't tell if she's angry at you for daring to touch her in this way or surprised that you'd consider her
>Either way, if you stop now you'll never know
>You reach out with just one finger and gently tease her clit
>Her hips buck against your hand, and her eyes gently narrow on a predatory mixture of joy and pure lust
>This is the point at which you REALIZE that it was a mistake

>A memory surfaces, a book you read back when you were still learning how to care for Noivern
>In the wild, female Noivern are larger and stronger than males
>Males will attempt to buy a female's favor with gifts over time before hesitantly entering her territory
>Whether he has her favor or not, she'll come after him in rapid pursuit, and he will flee for his life
>If she doesn't like him, she'll scramble his brain with sonic waves and send him packing
>If she DOES, she'll pounce on him and carry him away to mate with him
>The image of the female's near-rape of the male is VERY present in your mind when she whips her tail around you and bounds towards the cave entrance

>Within a few seconds, you're a good fifty feet off the ground and climbing rapidly as she circles for height
>You've flown on her back before, but not wrapped in her tail
>She looks down at you, clinging to her for dear life, and you would swear she smirks at you before her tail uncoils explosively and flings you even higher into the air
>You experience a heart-stopping moment of sheer terror as you reach the peak of your arc, only for her to snatch you in her rear legs
>Now you remember - Noivern usually mate in midair
>Does she expect you to mate with her like this?
>Only one way to find out
>Reaching up, you wrap your arms around her hips and bury your face in her pussy and start licking
>You're rewarded with a gush of sweetness that splatters your face and neck, some even dripping to the ground
>You can feel her moan reverberating throughout her entire body - and yours to boot
>She's got a hell of a set of lungs on her

>Her legs move down to grip your hips, and you pull yourself up on her body so your arms wrap around her powerful shoulders and neck
>You find yourself burying your face in the warm ruff of fur around her neck
>On impulse, you start massaging it gently with your fingers, and receive a purr of contentment
>Despite the inherent fear of falling, you're still somehow hard, and you find that your bodies are perfectly aligned
>You're grateful for the hip flexor exercises you incorporated into your workout recently
>Positioning yourself and praying it works, you pump your hips, driving yourself deep into her

>If you thought the roars before were loud, then this is almost deafening
>The sound is so loud you can feel your teeth rattling
>It's music to your ears with all the pleasure you can hear in it
>Turns out this is exactly what she wanted
>And, considering how good you're feeling right now, exactly what you wanted too
>You begin thrusting properly, pounding her with everything you've got
>She's dripping wet, and your hips are rapidly soaked with all the cum she's producing
>Every thrust upwards forces your cock deeper into her, making her spasm and grip you tighter
>Every pull back is agonizingly slow and deliciously good as her pussy seems to be trying to lock you in
>Your bones are shaking from her near-constant rumbling roars of pleasure
>You can see the stars swirling above you as she continues to climb into the night sky
>It's everything you never knew you wanted

>Somehow, she can tell you're getting close, but she waits
>Right up until you're on the edge, she keeps going up, keeps beating her wings
>And just as you pass the point of no return, she stops
>For a split second, the two of you hover, poised on the brink in more ways than one
>Then she falls, with you above her for once, her wings shut around you, and you come like a bolt of lightning
>She roars, her tail thrashing, her claws drawing red marks along your legs as her orgasm tears through her
>You find yourself bellowing with her as you fill her up to the brim

>As your orgasm ebbs, you find your fear rising as the ground gets larger, but there's no need
>At the last second, Noivern snaps open her wings, catching the air and spinning to face the ground
>You fall, but slowly, and only a foot or three as you land on a patch of soft grass
>Noivern lands straddling you, her pussy still dripping a mixture of her juices and your cum
>She rolls off you, collapsing to the ground right next to you
>Both of you are gasping for breath, barely able to move
>You think that you may have found another reason to love flying with Noivern