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They had heard of the existence of Flight Frenzies some time ago. Had even considered joining one or two, but it had seemed Treyeth was so young - surely an innocent like her would be taken advantage of. Not to mention the largely inexperienced H'las. But when the announcement had gone out across worlds that the cross-gender frenzy was to take place, they simply couldn't refuse. The abundance of 'interesting' people with unique habits and preferences promised that the event would be memorable to say the least.

It was to occur at the Healing Den, on... well... the Healing Den. As far as the young greenrider could tell, the Den was a nexus between worlds with aspects of many places and times. If he weren't decidedly Pernese, H'las could have very happily settled there.

There were many many dragonrider pairs in attendance, each with a specific sexual preference and hope for the outcome. As they were asked to join one of the 'sexual preference tents', H'las hesitated. There was no doubt in his mind that he enjoyed... spending time with other men. But his curiosity and the exception of the day almost made him enter the 'either preferred' tent. But not quite. One glimpse into the 'male-male' tent and his knees went weak. All that... yumminess! There was simply no other option. With a bounce in his step and a burst of hormones into his system, H'las made his choice.

The flight began suddenly, as half the population of the odd creatures set aside for the blooding met their deaths. Females of all shapes and colours, from different Weyrs - different worlds! - took to the air (and water...), males of even more variety following behind.

Treyeth found herself in the middle of the group of females, flanked by another green and a purple. She hardly paid attention to the wide assortment of dragons; she had only one goal. She flew, and she mated. And had a sharding good time doing it!

It was a long while before any of the females deigned to allow the males close enough to mate. Treyeth, it seemed, was in a playful mood and waited longer than most.

Though her rider would have been perfectly happy to wait patiently with her, another man had different ideas. His green Nuikath from Talor Cliff Weyr was flown, and the lust permeating his every being was almost too much to bear. He needed someone. Now. And then he saw H'las. Both blond-haired and blue-eyed, they bumped into each other 'accidentally', laughing with shining eyes and thumping heart. One look, and there was no question. Treyeth might not have been caught, but the sudden surge of adrenalin and lust in her rider might have suggested something else. 

H'las and G'leyr retreated to one of the provided private booths and things progressed alarmingly quickly.

Treyeth's young rider had been with other men before. He suspected he was not quite as experienced as his partner, but things like that rarely mattered in the heat of the moment. Few words were said - in fact, the exchange of names and ranks was only muttered after things had calmed and they lay in each other's arms.

When Treyeth did decide to slow just a little, it was not because she was tiring. She had spotted a beautiful specimen of blue - a pale and stunning male hatched at Talis Weyr known as Kaprath. As she chose him, he chose her. He had already mated once, early in the flight, to the stunning gold-white-green Twiseath, and in the smaller green's eyes, if he was good enough for the dragoness, he was probably good enough for her. 

Kaprath's rider, Columbia, a resident of the Kshau Protectorate, glanced around briefly for the rider of her dragon's chosen mate, and though she most definitely would not have complained at a viewing - or perhaps a joining in - with H'las and G'leyr, she was advised by her dragon to find enjoyment of her own.

As green and blue entwined in the skies, H'las let out a gasp in the privacy of his and G'leyr's booth.

G'leyr chuckled, raising onto one elbow and gazing at the beautiful young man. "What's the matter, pet?" he asked as H'las eyes dilated suddenly - again.

"N-Nothing," H'las stuttered, shocked and delighted by the dragonlust flowing through his veins. "I think Treyeth's been caught."

The other rider smiled evilly and took the opportunity to congratulate the freshly-aroused younger man.