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Whelp, that was that.

He closed down his windows, and set the computer into standby, oversized claws tapping on the keyboard loudly.

"Really, who hires a feral to go retrieve some herbs?" He stretched his neck, craning it back from the undersized monitor.

"Apparently... that guy." he mused to himself, muttering in his spacious apartment.

He'd been out of work for some time, but this was just silly. A ridiculously easy assignment from a shopkeeper in town, to go get some fresh herbs for him to stock and sell. Good pay too, considering. Just go out, pick a few, and deliver them. That was it.

What could possibly go wrong?

He brushed a bit of dust off of his scales, as he stood up. His makeshift bed of just a mattress on the floor squeaked a bit. It needed to be replaced, and he needed to get a proper bed. He padded his way through his apartment, stopping by the bare kitchen. He paused for just a moment to open his fridge. Little but a small package of meat, and a few beverages stared back. Shaking his head, he allowed it to swing shut once more.

A paw made its' way to his chin, as he sat back on his haunches. He debated for a moment, trying to decide on whether he should shower beforehand or not. It was just a simple delivery, but it would be best to make a good impression, he thought. Once he sniffed at his underarm, he knew the answer to that question thoroughly.

"Ugh..." The stench might be with him for the next few hours.

A little more walking, and he was about to solve that problem. He let the door swing shut, making sure to tuck his tail close to his body to prevent it getting slammed in the door.

"Aaah..." As the water poured over his scales, he let his mind wander a bit. The herb the shopkeep wanted may as well have been a weed, it grew in such plentiful amounts. Especially in the forest just outside town. Something or another about the soil composition, PH balance and other technical factors. Not too difficult to distinguish from other plants, either. The drake felt his neck pop a bit as he looked up at the showerhead. The warm water ran down his muzzle, and he let a smile creep onto his face.

The perfect job to get back into the swing of things, it seemed. Steam began to fog up his bathroom mirror as he let the shower do its' best at cleaning his scales. Showers were nice, but a polishing kit and the time to use it were even better at bringing out the natural sheen of scale. Perhaps he would get one on his way back, maybe even some proper food, too. He pawed at the integrated wall panel to shut off the water. He was clean enough for now. Watching the water run down the drain, he sighed a bit.

A bit of drying later, he was almost ready to go. So much so, that he'd almost walked out the door without anything to carry the herbs with!

"Whoops." He mumbled, before grabbing a well-worn satchel, and swinging it onto his back. He'd have to get a proper one someday, but for now this would do. And then, he pushed open his door, ready to face the world. A barrage of smells and tastes hit him like a wall. Several other people must have been cooking, and the aromas were a delight to think about. Could almost taste them on his tongue already. He'd have to see about them later, though. He had a task to do today! He passed several other ferals like himself in the wide halls. Some were a bit larger, others, much smaller. Not all were scaled, some had feathers, and beaks, and an intriguing palette of colors as well.

"Hey Rich, heading out today?" One of the rather friendly gryphons chirped.

"Yup, some herbs for some shopkeep or another. You'd think they could just get a few tons of them from an online retailer, but I suppose not!" He shrugged, punctuating his confusion.

"Probably want only the freshest. Best not keep them waiting, though." The gryphon kept walking.

"Yup. See you when I get back!" Rich called back towards the gryphon. He waved, and kept going, disappearing around a corner, feathered tailtip vanishing last. Rich dug his claws into the deep hallway carpeting, feeling the soft strands part underneath his bulky weight. As he padded down the hall, it was like he was walking on a soft rug. He passed more people, but none of them paid him the slightest heed. He didn't pay any attention to them either, as he entered the front foyer.

"Headed out for the first time in a while, it'd seem, Richard." A frail old human, manning the front desk for the day, asked.

"Yup, got a job to do today." He offered.

"Ah, I see. Is it fine if we send the cleaning crew in while you're out?" His voice cracked a bit.

"Yup, perfectly fine. Just don't move my stuff, please." The dragon smiled.

"An odd word, coming from a dragon, that..." The man mumbled. "See you when you get back!" He offered a friendly wave.

"Will do, enjoy your shift!" He saw the old man nod, before the drake did his own approximation of a wave. He pushed through the large revolving doors, and into the outside world.

A gust of heavy wind blew against him, catching him off guard for the moment. His teeth chattered a bit, before the warm sunshine warmed him again. Perhaps it would have been a good idea to grab a few of his fitted clothes... He craned his head over his shoulder, checking the weather on an info panel the hotel kept running.

"Hmm, not cold enough to warrant it." He mumbled, after checking over the information. It was even supposed to get warming more towards the evening, and stay warm throughout the night. Another gust blew through the street, almost as if summoned by the idea of warm weather ahead. Richard snuffled, already chilled again. Bah, only one real way to warm up a dragon, and that was for him to exert himself a bit!

He set off at a moderate jog towards one of the nearby clearings. While there was no real need for them for takeoff on a normal day, it was quite windy today. It simply wouldn't do to land in someones' living room while trying to do so. Though they were called official names like "Takeoff/Landing Zone 0016", he had never taken to learning their names. It was much simpler to call them by the parks they were in. Like Mianka Northeastern Park.

Soon, his blood was flowing through his veins, massive heart pumping it to all his extremities. His paws hit the pavement, and propelled him forward with practiced grace. He may have preferred flying, but he was no stranger to walking extended distances. His parents even had a few trophies from when he was but a small whelpling. He imagined them, a small, clear display hung on a wall, with all of them lined up, and softly gleaming. It was a nice thing for him to remember. He was interrupted from his memories when he had to pause for a stop light.

Dirty, shiny, rusted and chrome all passed him by swiftly. The metal torpedoes rocketing to wherever their occupants demanded. They left a dirty plume of dust, exhaust, and dirt in the air, bothering the dragon a bit. He rushed through the street, desiring nothing more than to breathe clean air again. For once, the wind was helpful, dissipating the noxious fumes away from him as he continued on his journey. Just a block or two away now, he could see some of the taller trees already.

As he got closer to the park, he began to pass more and more people. The sheer variety of the shifting mass of flesh, scale, feathers and hide amazed him a bit. Everything from pale to dark, every shade of the rainbow, and many patterns adorned the citizens around him. Luckily, he wasn't distracted too much, and they moved around him, giving him ample space to continue. A good thing, too, as it was already midday. While he wouldn't get a bonus for delivering on the same day, he also didn't want to take too long, either. Job exclusivity didn't last forever, after all.

He passed a glass wall showcasing the latest in exercise equipment, and a veritable army of sweating forms behind it. He idly wondered about just how quadrupeds would exercise. It seemed a bit perplexing. He had no doubts, however, that someone, somewhere, would sell him some sort of equipment for such, though. He shook his head, before continuing into the park proper. Soon, he was surrounded by green grass, large trees, and many groups of people. The air was fresh, too.

Leaves fell around him, the wind shaking them from their places, creating a dazzling array of muted color. It was a lovely day, if a bit too chilly for his liking. Being in the midst of the park gave him ample time to listen to people going about their days. A few were eating lunch, others were sipping coffee, and yet others were just standing around talking. He would have tried to strike up some small talk with a group near him, but there was a bit of a lull in air traffic, and he wanted to take advantage of that.

Grasping the satchel tightly, he plodded forward, until he had plenty of speed and room. Once he did, he beat his large wings violently against the air. The takeoff was smooth, precise, and complete. He was flying, if a bit low at the moment. He huffed a bit, before gaining some altitude. A few onlookers gawked at him, no doubt wondering where he was going. A grin split his face, it was always a pleasure to fly. He skimmed over the top of some low buildings, before adjusting his heading towards the nearby forest. The ad had mentioned the herbs grew there, and several other places about town. However, growing conditions favored the forest for both quantity, and quality.

A breeze threatened to chill him once more, but the warm rays of the sun won out over them. Now that the tall buildings of the city beneath him didn't obstruct the sunlight, he could almost bask in it. He flew between some rather tall buildings, before the sun met him again. It would have been just as quick to walk, he supposed. Before he knew it, he was flying above the trees, and nearing a small clearing. Just small enough for a dragon to land, or takeoff. It would do. He flew over it once, before circling back around to get a good idea for the size. Once he had settled on it, he began a slow, lazy spiral towards the earth. He pulled up a bit, before continuing to descend vertically. The wind, however, had other ideas.

A strong blast of wind blew against the drake, buffeting him heavily. So much so, that he almost tumbled the rest of the way down. He scraped some trees with his wings, and landed with a heavy thump.

"Not quite perfect as before..." He mumbled, pride bruised, and displeased with his landing. He looked himself over, to ensure no lasting damage was done. Save a few scrapes that'd heal, he was fine. It felt like he landed on something rather odd, though. He lifted a foreleg, curious as to what he stepped on.

"That's one I won't be getting paid for." The disappointment was palpable in his voice, as he scraped off the ruined plant. It was just one, and the forest would have plenty more. He slung his satchel round his neck, and popped it open. He shoved the ruined plant in a side pouch, for personal reference later.

The satchel rattled a bit, the metal clasp tapping against its' lock as he walked out of the clearing, and into the forest proper. True to the description, he scarcely walked a few dozen steps before he almost stepped on a cluster of the plants. A quick yank later, he was a trio of herbs richer. They were hardly delicate, and the shopkeep did want the entire plant, so Rich obliged, root and all being shoved into the satchel. A slight waft of a pleasant, earthy aroma hit his nose, but he dismissed it as the fresh air from all the trees. A few steps more, and another cluster of plants. Another yank, another batch of plants. This continued for a while, the strange smell disappearing, then reappearing several times.

As he shoved the last of the herbs into his satchel, and clasped it shut, the odd scent smacked him on the nose once again. He arched an eye ridge, oblivious as to the source. Looking around, he dismissed it once more before turning back toward the clearing. As he neared the clearing, an ever so slight rustling seemed to pick up with the wind. The wind blew against him , and it was gone quickly as it came.

The sound however, did not dissipate.

"So, anyone else out for a bit of a hike? I'm collecting these herbs for a guy in town." He shakily inquired.

He heard no response, but the rustling grew louder still. He took a rather deep breath, before exhaling loudly. It was just his nerves... or so he tried to tell himself. It simply wouldn't do for a dragon to panic. What was there to fear, after all? They were apex predators, just as much as the rest of the intelligent races were. No mere animal could frighten them. He went faster anyway.

The sunlight hit his scales as he was back to the bright cheerfulness of the clearing. Soft grass was poking up between his toes, helping him to forget his worries, if only for a moment. He smiled. Whoever it was that had been following him, had ceased their pursuit. If anyone had been following him. He allowed himself a nervous laugh, while he checked the clasp on the satchel. A bag full of herbs, and payment waiting on his arrival. Nothing had gone wrong, but something about the place made him want to leave as soon as he could. And prepare to leave he did, the pack hanging off his neck as he broke out into a run. He'd be gone soon enough.

There that odd smell was again, though, much stronger than before.

His panic intensified, and he began to flap his wings to leave. However, someone else had other plans. It felt like someone grabbed his hindpaw, and was trying to hold him back. He hopped along, beating his wings furiously in an attempt to pull away, but it was not to be. He tripped over himself, and lost his momentum. He tasted dirt in his mouth, and scowled.

"Alright now, you've had your fun, I've got to deliver this stuff..." He growled.

The grip around his leg coiled upwards, warm against his chilled scales. He craned his neck around, to look at whomever was playing this joke on him. They might deserve a clawing, if the herbs were crushed. It wasn't someone.

It was something. A green tendril wrapped further around his leg, ensnaring him thoroughly.

"The hell!?" He swore.

He kicked at the tendril, in an effort to make it loosen its' grasp. It didn't do anything, though. Another tendril snaked its' way through the grass, grasping his other hindpaw. He swung his head around, looking for the source of these odd appendages, but he found none. It seemed they emanated from all around him, though. No one tendril came from the same direction. He was well and truly trapped.

It didn't stop him from swearing, though. A stream of foul profanities poured out of his muzzle as he bemoaned his situation. Several other tendrils restrained his bulk, curling around him. They weren't so tight as to restrict his breathing, but they certainly restricted his movement. He continued his struggles, wishing he'd taken another job, rather than this one. Though, another thought crossed his mind. He'd never heard of any carnivorous plants in the forest to the northeast of Mianka. There would have been a public safety announcement or three. His curiosity won out over his terror. It was unlikely he'd be dead at the end of the day, just... delayed a bit.

"Stupid plants..." He mumbled, resigned to his fate. He stopped struggling.

The tendrils continued to snake through the grass, and around his form. They relaxed a bit, as he completely ceased his struggling. They even let him adjust himself a bit, allowing him to roll over onto his back. While the position wasn't comfortable, it did let him get a better idea of what was going on. The tendrils grasping his legs were pulling his legs apart, spreading them wide. Rich would have blushed if anyone were watching, no doubt embarrassed a bit. It was unlikely though, so that eased his fears a bit.

He felt another vine slowly snaking up his neck, coiling around him and warming his scales. The tendrils were almost like snake-shaped heating pads, quite warm to the touch. The warmth was infectious, where the tendrils went, the warmth went also. And when they grew ever closer to his loins...

As he was a warm-blooded dragon, he had a sheath. As terrified as he had been of the situation, his rod was poking out of its' warm confines. The vines snaked across his loins, deliberately avoiding his sheath and balls. It was almost as if they were teasing him? If they were, they were doing a good job of it, as he let out a very un-dragonlike whine.

"Stupid vines." He sighed.

Even more tendrils curled around him, he was tempted to bite and claw at them, but their warmth felt nice on his bare scales. His massive chest exhaled a gust of air, enough to rival the winds around him. At the end of it, he spat out a small bout of fire. Watching the flames fly through the air always relaxed him, for some reason. If only to assure him that he still could burn the annoying plants if he wanted to. He'd be wiped for the rest of the week, though.

The vines continued to ensnare and tease him, dragging their teasing warmth all over his scales. They moved far too slowly for his liking though. The vines that had been teasing at his loins had finally snaked back around, and he watched them rub across his sack, and under his rod. He was leaking a bit already, and wishing they'd just get to business. He felt a rubbing along his neck, before yet another tendril dropped into his field of vision.

"Of course it'd be a full course spitroast..." He almost sounded hopeful.

While he had never done anything like this with his fellow ferals, nor any of his anthro acquaintances... He had quite often fantasized about things like this. He even had a few toys at home he enjoyed using, so he was no stranger to the idea. He never thought he'd be doing this, though. Or rather, allowing this to happen to him. More tendrils snaked along his tail, pulling it down towards the still warm ground. He growled a bit, thinking of the shopkeeper. Did he know about these? And better yet... if he'd forgotten, he could refresh the clients' memory. Perhaps even haggle a raise out of it. A green vine poked at his nose, filling his nostrils with their sweet scent. His thoughts about business would have to wait.

"Gaaaah." He groaned out, as the vines continued rubbing along just between his belly and his rod. The other had slowly snaked lower, down towards his tail.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the sweet smell that now permeated the area. It was now one he was certain to remember, perhaps even fondly. He smiled, before he opened his maw to yawn a bit. The tendril curled into his mouth, rubbing along his tongue before he'd even finished his yawn. It leaked a sugary fluid, dripping onto his tongue. His pleased moan would have satisfied a partner, but he doubted these vines could hear at all.

However, they could tease.

His maw was stuffed with the vine, plugging it. He didn't mind at all. He was certainly enjoying this a fair bit. He felt something poking at his tip, before engulfing him. The warmth around his cock made him whine, begging for release. He barely even felt a vine prodding at his tailhole, he was far too distracted with the others. The vine in his maw pulled out, before gently pushing back in. He wrapped his lips around it, nursing for more of that sweet, sweet nectar. The other vines took this as compliance, and relaxed their grip to the point they were just laying across his large form, as a sort of living heater.

The cold only bothered him now when the vine slowly slid off his rod. The cool wind chilled him a bit, before it sank right back down, enveloping his tool once more. He had no doubt he was leaking profusely, and the plant would likely vacuum it all up. Soon, the vine in his muzzle increased its' pace, poking into his throat a bit. A few more vines had joined the ones restricting his tail, and snaked towards his rear entrance. The two already there tugged at him, attempting to pry him open. He breathed heavily, knowing intimately what was to come. His lungs filled with cool air, before grunting a bit as they poked at his ass.

While the tendrils were warm, and smooth, it did little to help the slow penetration of his rump. The fluids they were leaking, however, did. He idly wondered if they were the same flavor, as the mouth tentacle pushed back in yet again. It was leaking its' essence almost directly into his throat. He gulped it all down, if nothing else, it would be a snack for his time spent with the tendrils. A sweet, tasty one at that. The vine on his rod had finally sank down to his base, coating him completely in warmth. The mass of tendrils were adequate against the chill wind now, he barely even remembered that he was outside at this point.

All three of the tendrils alternated, penetrating his muzzle, then sucking down his cock, and plowing into his rump. Enough to drive a dragon wild with lust, his rod pulsing with his heartbeat. Though the pain in his rear was subsiding, the tendril there was shoving ever deeper, not noticing the dragons' discomfort. The light discomfort he felt was disappearing rapidly. Allowing him to relax, and enjoy their ministrations. At the least, it'd be a story for him to swap with friends.

The fluids were pouring into his muzzle now, and he was gulping them down with eager gusto, letting the plant do its' worst to his mouth. If his mouth weren't occupied, he might've smirked a bit, even. The thought of such was banished from his mind, when he felt his knot forming. The vine on his rod was either getting tighter, or upping the suction. Either way, it felt like he was going to pop soon. Of course... he could hold back, but why would he? He had no partner to please here.

"Grrh." He grunted, as the vine began to shove him back into the dirt. Its' thrusts held little back, battering his insides, coating them liberally in the goo they were leaking. He'd need a shower after this.

He felt himself begin to tighten up, and the tendril in his mouth began to slow. It dragged its' way ponderously across his taste buds, dumping the fluid straight onto his tongue. He felt a small bulge working its' way up the tendril on his tail, before feeling the plant spray his insides with its' own essence. He felt himself digging at the ground, digging deep claw gouges into it as his balls tightened, and began to empty their own load.

Right into the waiting vine that was nursing on his cock. His knot locked the tendril onto him, and he felt it milk him for all it could, gulping up every drop. Draining him, even. His breathing reached a peak, his lungs were burning, and they sat there a moment. He panted loudly through his nostrils, and eased his burning chest. His afterglow felt pleasant, and his cheeks were warm. He might've been blushing a bit, discoloring his scales. He let his eyes close, and relaxed.

Even the tendrils understood the value of a good afterglow after a nice screw.

However, while they clearly understood that, they weren't done with him just yet. He felt the writhing mass of tendrils shift a bit, loosening. The tendril in his maw began to drip its' sweet brew once more, and the others followed suit. The vine on his rod made wet squelching sounds as it pulled itself loose from his knot. The cool breeze made him shiver a bit, before it plunged back down to his base. The one inside his ass began to shift, before restarting its' slow, plodding thrusts. He whined, he wasn't nearly ready for another go, but the plants would be quite unable to understand no at this point.

He resisted the urge to clamp down on the vine in his muzzle. That would have only caused more problems, and rougher treatment from them. Either way, he may be regretting his choices soon enough. His lungs burned with the need for oxygen, and his nostrils flared. No matter how much he breathed, his lungs seared with a desperate cry for more. His eyes watered a bit, and he felt and heard more vines moving around him. Another one dropped into his field of view, the blunt tip already leaking that sweet nectar. It soon prodded at his mouth, before joining the one already there. Likewise, another felt its' way along his tail. With a rough shove, it too joined its' twin already inside him.

He was certainly going to be sore later.

Even after his too short reprieve, he felt himself tensing up again. The combined sensation of being stretched, sucked, and nursing on the tendrils was becoming too much for him to bear. Once again, his knot ballooned inside the hollow tendril, locking him inside it. That didn't stop it from moving, however. The vine undulated, writhing in an effort to drain every last drop of his seed. The two inside his rear alternated thrusts, battering his insides to make him blast even more of the essence they were after. His eyes screwed shut, and he whimpered as he once again, was overtaken by his orgasm. A few weak spurts, but an orgasm nonetheless. Once again, the tendrils stopped for a few minutes, allowing him a brief reprieve.

"Just how many times..." He thought, his mind basking in the pleasant overindulgence of the pair of nearly back-to-back orgasms.

His answer came when they pulled out of him. First the tendrils in his muzzle, one, then the other. Shortly thereafter, the two inside his rear left his battered tailhole, still leaking with their sticky sap. Last, but most disappointing for the dragon, was the one surrounding his rod. It pulled off of him with a wet pop, leaving his tool soaked in the same sticky sap as he had chugged down. The mass of tendrils uncoiled from around his form, leaving him there to pant, and shiver. The warm midday sun shone down upon him, but as soon as he'd warmed up a bit, the wind was there to take that warmth away.

He laid back for a while, letting himself come down from his pleasant afterglow, and relax. He ached all over, not used to the overexertion the plants had forced him to take part in. Still though, he mused that it hadn't been at all that bad. Perhaps he'd try it again sometime. His lungs ceased their complaints after a few minutes, and his vision cleared up from his tears. It took him a while to notice the deep gouges he had clawed into the forest clearings' ground.

His bones creaked and popped as he got up and shook himself off. The dirt fell from his form, and he brushed himself off as best he could. There was something missing, though. His paws shot up to his neck, as he realized he was down one satchel of herbs. He swore as he looked around, craning his long neck this way and that. The relief he felt was palpable as he looked up, to see the pack hanging from a branch just above him. How it got there from hanging around his neck, he'd never know. A quick hop and grab later, he had retrieved them, and restored them to their rightful place.

After he had, he glanced around at the clearing. He was well and truly alone now. The scent had disappeared, and the tendrils were gone, nowhere to be found. Rather than press his luck and speak, instead he decided it was best to leave. Lest he get caught up and ensnared again, he supposed. A few brief moments later, he was airborne, richer one pack of herbs, and on his way to the shop. He had a delivery to make, and complaints to voice. His stomach voiced its' own complaint as he gained altitude.

Brief moments later, he was there. Or rather, above the small hole in the wall of a store. Not wanting to delay any further, nor use any nearby landing areas, he landed in the middle of the street. The wind had died down, and it was quite pleasant now. The large revolving doors gave way easily to his bulk, and soon he was chilled once more by the cold interior of the shop. Why people preferred their shopping areas to be chilled, he'd never know.

From deeper within the store, a rather small-sounding voice sounded.

"I'll be with you in a minute, help yourself for now!"

Rich snorted, and stepped away from the door as he waited. It was a short wait before the sole owner of this business appeared from behind an aisle. An otter, a bit older than his profile from the job board indicated, but an otter nonetheless. His whiskers twitched a bit as he settled back into his place behind the checkout counter.

"You must be here to deliver the herbs I requested earlier?" He inquired, his bright eyes staring at the satchel the dragon held.

"Indeed I am... but you didn't mention tentacles in your ad." The dragon growled a bit, to add emphasis.

"Hmm? You mean the local flora?" The otter squeaked.

"Yes, I do mean the local plant life. And for this... glaring oversight, I would like a bonus." He sat back on his haunches, and crossed his arms. An upset looking dragon by any means.

"I might be able to provide that. Mind bringing the herbs over here so I can inspect them?" He held out a paw, tapping on the wooden countertop.

"Hmph." He grunted, before opening the satchel and laying it on the indicated surface.

The otter rifled through the bag, before selecting a plant at random, and squeezing it.

"These will do quite nicely... I can offer a thirty percent bonus for this quality. It's better than most."

The drake looked around, almost disinterested, before speaking.

"Thirty percent? That's all? Surely you can offer me more."

"Thirty percent, notifications when I have a job up, and extra exclusive time, as well as a few bonuses I can send you with your money." The otter shrugged, offering seemingly his best.

"Fine, I'll take it. Make it a point to include any and all relevant info on further postings though." The dragon sighed, watching as the otter closed the satchel, and placed his paws atop it.

"My apologies, I figured you'd know about the local wildlife since you've been here a while." His whiskers twitched a bit, betraying a small smile.

"Only a year, and working as a contractor for only three months. This job was the first one I've had in two months as well." He either ignored, or didn't notice the otters' smile.

"Perhaps a good idea to read up, then." His paws tapped the register, before a small beep sounded from it. "Your money is sent, I'll send your satchel back to you by courier when I'm done with it."

"Good doing business with you, otter." He was genuinely pleased, now.

"As with you, drake. Enjoy the rest of your day! Also, check your email when you get home, the first couple bonuses are digital."

The dragon turned around, and was already pushing at the doors.

"Will do. Bye."

And with that, he was out of the store, and into the street once more.

He stopped at a few stores on the way home, indulging in a bit of a shopping spree. Mostly for groceries, and he had indulged his earlier thoughts of a bit of proper food for the evening. He carried what he could, and had the rest delivered at a later date. After he'd finished storing it all, his fridge was packed with a nice selection of food. The scale polishing kit could wait. His curiosity on his 'bonuses' the shopkeep mentioned, could not, however.

He flopped himself down on his bed, and powered on his computer. A few brief taps of the keyboard later, he was waiting to login to his email. Even fewer taps after that, it loaded, and his jaw dropped.

He read the subject header from the otter out loud, in seeming disbelief.

"Apologies for forgetting about local wildlife. Please find attached a few ebooks on the subject matter, and a fifty percent bonus." His eyes widened. Perhaps he would look into later jobs from the shopkeep!

He clicked into the email, and was greeted with several digital copies of magazines, books, and even videos on the plants he had encountered. He directed the money towards his private account, and began the download of the rest. It could wait until after he'd had something to eat. He set a few separate pieces of meat onto a pan, and tossed that onto his stove. It'd take a while to cook, but he figured it would be best to not abuse his stomach with raw meat, even if he could handle it.

He heard a soft chime from his computer speakers as he poured himself a beverage. One of the files had finished downloading. He sat down, and set his cup of tea down after taking a short sip. He double tapped, and he heard his machine spinning up. He leaned back, taking another sip as the file finally loaded and decompressed. He looked down into his mug, watching the tea swirl around a bit. He glanced back at his screen, and was glad he didn't take another sip.

A passage from the book was highlighted, and had automatically been scrolled to. He muttered the passage out loud, to himself.

"After encounters with this particular bit of flora, it's best to not overexert yourself. Medical attention is not required, but a good, hearty meal, and a multivitamin will do wonders for anyone caught in their sights. It will settle the stomach, and give you something else to think about other than your aching balls." He smiled. Someone had actually taken the time to write that down, as if it needed to be said. He bit down a fit of laughter as he read the note attached to the highlight.

"Once again, sorry about the lack of info! Attached to the end of the file is a coupon for a free half-years' supply of multivitamins. Formulated for dragons, too! Oh, and you'll probably want to take a shower. I knew it was my delivery guy just from smell alone. ;D "

That cheeky otter.

Either way, his food was ready, and he had reading material for the rest of the night, thanks to his recent employer. What more could he ask for? Mianka may have been a strange city, and its' district was even more odd, but Richard liked it, and the people therein. He grabbed the pan, and tossed the meat into a bowl. Food, entertainment, and a new business acquaintance. All in a days' work for a drake.

(Authors' note, as always, don't forget to vote, comment, and fav if you liked it! If you thought there were parts that were awkward to read, or a bit of odd spacing or syntax, do let me know so I can become an even better author! Thank you for reading.)