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Then, when the sun left the sky, a powerful roar announced the arrival of a beloved family member. Kira rushed to the ledge to greet the approaching dragon. Even in the dim light of a darkened sky, her father's lustrous scales shined proudly. He wasn't like the rest of the family. Instead of fur, he had golden scales encrusted upon his hide to protect every part of his body. Two proud horns curved nicely towards the back of his head, where spikes ran along his spine, all the way to the leaf shaped end of his tail. For how tough his hide looked, her father was the most gentle and caring male Kira knew. And for that reason she couldn't wait to reunite with him. It was slightly awkward to wait on the same ledge with her mother and brother. She felt their eyes linger upon her numerous times. Kira dared not to look at anything else but the fiery sky stretching above her. Wavering led to blabbering, and she didn't trust her mouth to say anything of worth. Father landed amidst a chorus of growls, grunts, purrs and yowls. Everybody ignored the tasty deer he brought home, even when he threw it at their feet. Kira couldn't care one bit about a dead lump of meat. Greeting always was the best way to start or end a day. It was a highly intimate and loving affair where the dragons rubbed, licked, and nuzzled each other from the tips of their noses to the far end of their tails. Kira always took the paws. She loved the curved shapes of the claws almost as much as tickling her quarry. Problem was, father's scaled paws were a real challenge to tickle. Kira tried to sneak her tongue under his toes, but the rest of her family gave her father no pause, licking at his snout or grooming his broad wings. They all pushed her away, eager to satisfy the golden scaled dragon with their affection. Kira had enough when her own mother shoved her away to wrap a wing around her mate and lick repeatedly at his snout. She retreated towards the tail, doing her best to avoid tripping into the pile of limbs and tails and paws. It was rather easy to do so. Everybody was so distracted. Once she found herself free, Kira flared her wings and crouched. She pounced her father's restless tail tip a couple of times, bit the arrow shaped tip or grabbed it inside her maw. Everything worked well, until Lashan invaded her little sanctuary. Kira hissed at him. The male growled back. Another prod followed. The irritated female started nibbling on her father's tail. She wished her brother was the same, tough and resilient where problems were involved. Why did he pester her such? He licked or nibbled her wing every chance he got, turning from a sibling into an annoying menace. Kira wanted to just shove him away. She would have, if Father or Mother were away. More than her pestering brother, Kira herself loathed to be seen as that overeager hatchling who always ruined the greetings. She focused her whole attention on the hard tail held between her jaws. The scales felt like polished stone to her tongue, hard and tasteless. She licked, then turned her head around to apply more pressure with the side of her jaw. This ploy worked as long as she maintained her focus and ignored Lashan's persistent prods. He wanted to speak. And right now, she just wanted to be left alone. He retreated after his sixth or seventh attempt, seeking solace under his Mother's wing. Yet as he left, Kira felt a little sad for being so cold to him. Hurting her brother hurt her too,...most of the times at least. Maybe she should have comforted him somehow. Or maybe not. Ripping answers from him would have been as effective as clawing at a boulder. After the greeting ended, the two parents split the deer evenly between the whole family. Kira got a haunch this time. She picked the bloody piece in her mouth and made her way towards Father, who already dined on his own meaty flank. His azure eyes regarded her for a moment before they fixed back on the meal. He dug his dripping teeth into the flesh, ripping out a hefty chunk. He chewed on the succulent meat, growling with contentment before he gulped it down in one go. "I know what you're going to say," Kira said after she placed her meat down close to him. "Tell me," the male licked his lips before delving in for another bite. She waited a moment. Was Father serious, or just trying to pester her? "You're going to send me under mother's wing, just because my brother is there." "Is that so?" the golden male asked. Kira nodded her head. "I don't want to go. Not now," she then started pushing the stag flank towards her father. "I want to stay with you." She stopped when her father lifted his head. Kira thought she was going to be turned down when he gazed behind her. A quick peek revealed the rest of her family. Mother, with her fluffy back and feathery wings, and Lashan...where was he? Kira couldn't spot him. He probably hid under her belly, as he often did when appetite eluded his maw. "You can stay," Father's voice came, rich and powerful. He lifted one of his pale wings. "There?" Kira asked hesitantly. "You're...welcoming me at your side?" "Where else? This rock is hardly a comfortable place to rest on, even with all your fluff." "Daddy, I..." Kira squeaked with delight, forfeiting words for the warm happiness growing inside her belly. She rushed towards her father, disregarding the bloody meal he feasted on in her rush. Her paws tripped between the bones, and in less than a heartbeat Kira's clean fur met the sticky, warm, blood dripping pile of shattered sinews and ruptured meat. She growled in panic. Her wings beat furiously, yet her limbs still tangled within the meaty mess. Father came to the rescue. He steadied the stag flank with one huge fore paw, then sneaked his horned head under Kira's panicked form, giving her the leverage she needed. The little female grabbed around his horns. Suddenly, the ground moved. Her claws came out at the same time as her panicked growl, but she needed no reason to fret. Her father's chest met her belly before the ground did, and his paws strapped her safely onto his belly. "Kira...clumsy as ever." Kira closed her eyes, hissing with defiance at the warm tongue rolling along her neck. "I'm not- graar...not- raaawr...not dirty!" The male pulled his tongue back to regard her with an inquisitive gaze. "Really? Care to step down and inspect your fine belly?" "No. Not now," she planted a quick lick on his nose. "I want to stay here, on top of you." "And ignore the tasty treat I brought?" "Yes!" Kira dashed her little tongue along his lips once again. The male rumbled with enjoyment, his deep, warm purr flaring Kira's need for love. She pushed her little head under his jaw, where she nuzzled fiercely along his golden scales. "I missed you, daddy. I missed you so much." "I missed you too, my little speck of sun." "How much?" Kira pushed her head around his maw to look into one of his cerulean eyes. "Hmm?" "Show me how much you missed me," she challenged with a cute squeak. The big male opened his maw. Rows of sharp, glistening teeth were exposed to Kira's eyes. Some were bigger than her own paws, but she wasn't scared. The same dagger-like teeth held her when she was a couple months old, when her parents still moved from one cave to the other. Kira managed to lick one of them before her father's rolling tongue washed over her face. She closed her eyes, basking in that heated sea of comfort and affection. It only lasted for three licks, but to Kira it felt as fulfilling as hours spent nestled under her father's caring wing. "That is suitable," she said. "Only suitable?" the male licked he again. "I'm mildly disappointed. You're never one to give up that easily." "You'll give me more after I eat." "You know me too well, daughter." Kira enjoyed a few more licks before her father rolled on his side, allowing her to step back onto the ground. She crawled towards her meal, lazy from the hefty licks, then started picking apart the most tender pieces. Kira lazily chewed the first bites, but as she ate more and more, she became fond of this stag's stubborn meat. He was more resilient than the doe she ate two days ago, a challenge in the eyes of an energetic hatchling. To impress her father and to give the stag the needed respect, Kira feasted on the whole haunch, only stopping when scraps littered the fang-scratched bones. "I'm amazed." "I know, I'm dirty," Kira started licking a fore paw before her father poked her wing with his tongue. "Not that. I'm amazed something so little can eat so quickly. You reminded me of myself. When I was young, I hunted the biggest stags and brought them home all by myself. My mother often scolded me. There were bears on the ground and Screechers in the sky. Any one of them could have hunted me down, but every full moon I proved her wrong by eating one of these moon-grazing stags in front of her." "A whole stag?" Kira growled in surprise. "All the way to the bones," the big male licked his lips. "I regret nothing. They were as delicious as they are now, those stags. I should fly back to the NetherPeaks and bring you one of them." "But that's a two days flight...I don't want to be alone for so long. I don't want you to go, daddy!" Kira latched onto one of his paws, holding for dear life as she nuzzled up and down his scaly leg. He was the warmth that kept her safe in the night, the smell that made her feel loved and cared for, the ground that supported her whole world. She never imagined being away from her parents for more than a day. Never. A large wing shadowed her head. Kira purred happily when the warm puffs of his breath rolled along her fluffy neck. "I'm not going unless you want me to," his tongue traveled slowly, passing her wing, then sliding along her flank to roll over her tail all the way to the tip. "You're more important to me than any prey. Family is everything, and I would give my life to see you both become fully-fledged dragons." "You already did." His tongue came to an abrupt stop. "The NorthWind," Kira continued. "You defeated him atop the SkyStorm Mountain, and for your bravery he brought you back to life." "Oh yes," the male resumed his licking. "Graarh, that was one tough fight. Hardest one of my life." "But why do dragons have to die to make hatchlings?" Kira asked. That story never stood well with her. It seemed rather ridiculous now how both a male and a female needed to take on the same trial of death together. Why not two males, or two females, or more dragons for that matter? "You're not made, Kira. You're given to us by the SkyFather. He sees the whole world from his domain, and he decides what to send down to the earth. Sometimes it's a bird. Other times it's a stag. The SkyFather keeps the world in balance, and his sons help with that. Remember that he controls all winds, not just the northern one." "Yes, you told me," Kira said. "The Winds of Life roll along the slopes of SkyStorm Mountain, breathing life into everything they touch. The NorthWind, being the strongest of the four brothers, gave us our wings. The EastWind traversed the lush valleys and spilled into the sea, creating fish and sealife. The SouthWind made trees and plants spring from barren soil, and the WestWind made the land dwellers, who graze on his brother's bounty." "You remember well," Father said. "But what about the StormWind? Did you leave him out on purpose?" "He was evil, and mean," Kira pulled away from her father's poking snout and hissed. "Why couldn't he live alongside his brothers? He wanted to be better than them, and because of that everybody hated him, even the SkyFather!" "Perhaps...perhaps," the scaled male rumbled. "But try to think a bit deeper, little Kira. Can forests live without rain? Could we survive without the water spilled from the clouds?" "No, but-" "There is order in everything, Kira. Maybe the SkyFather needed a lesson of his own. He made his four elder sons equal, and ignored the fifth, thinking he could rule the skies on his own. If anything, I admire the StormWind." Kira's hiss descended into a drawn out snarl. "He fought his brothers. He tried to kill his own father! He's evil. Evil evil evil!" "You're looking at his motivation, not the reason he wanted to obtain his power." "It's the same," Kira coiled her tail around herself. "StormWind destroyed everything his brothers created. He was mean, and I hate him." "You're still too quick to judge. Sit with me for a moment. Let me explain why the StormWind did what he did." Kira crawled to her father's belly, where it was warm, and nice, and cozy. She wasn't interested in that silly legend anymore, but she loved to cuddle any chance she got. She happily pressed her back into his belly, licking along that warm, leathery membrane that tied the dragon's wings together. It felt so smooth, almost like a dry, stranger sort of tongue. Even after months of cuddling with her parents, Kira still remained fascinated with her father's unique features. His scales shone so bright when the sun caressed them. His claws were so long and beautiful. His wings were huge, and his tail tip tempted her every time it rubbed along her side. "Don't bite it," Father pushed the pesky tip under a hind paw, infuriating Kira even more. She tried pushing the toes apart, determined to grab what was rightfully hers. "How much do you want it?" "A lot," Kira pawed at him. "Just pull it out. Just one quick bite. Please!" "Fine," his tail sprang from its shelter, swishing before Kira's glimmering eyes. "You can grab onto my tail and play like a silly hatchling, or you can remain under my wing and listen to my story. What is more important to you?" "I...it's tempting," Kira switched between his tail and his eyes. "But...I think I'll get you!" She pawed his tail away and surged towards his neck to plant a quick lick under his chin. The male rumbled with delight. "You know each of my scales better than I do." "That's why I wanted your tail, daddy. It will be my reward for...for...for knowing you better than my brother!" Kira said eagerly. "Really?" the male tilted his head. "That can't be right. He's your half. If anything, you should know every one of his feathers better than my scales!" "I...I do. I think...maybe..." Kira said, slightly hesitant to spill out her thoughts after what happened with Mother and Lashan. Could her father know what that white liquid was, why brother became so big, or why mother took him inside her mouth like that? "Something troubles you." Kira froze. She shuddered when her father touched her, blaming the cold stone underneath her paws. The male rolled on his side, pulling her closer to his warm belly. "Better?" "Better," she purred softly. "Then you can tell me what bothers you." How lucky. Out of one problem, and straight into the next. Kira couldn't speak about that particular incident, but she could talk about the many times brother became big around her. "I love Lashan as much as I love you, daddy. We grew up together, and we ate together, and we groomed each other many times, but I never...I never got close to his male parts." "Never?" Kira slowly nodded. She blinked once to moisten her eyes, then snuggled fit against her Father. "I touched him a few times there, but only with my paw, and never when he became big. Why does that happen, daddy? Why is his male thing doing that?" "He's just happy," he stretched his wing out to groom it. "But you're happy too, and I never saw your male thing come out." "I have better control over my emotions. Your brother will too, when he becomes older." "I wish he was like you," Kira rolled her tongue along the smaller scales of her father's belly while he licked his own wing. "I mean I like his fur, and his wings are sooo fluffy, but he doesn't have a hole like you and mother do. Instead he has those strange stones that dangle between his legs like fruits. He's weird." Father stopped for a moment. "Don't talk about your brother like that. He might be a little different, but he's yours, as much as you are his." "I know," Kira licked her little snout. "I love him a lot, even if he is so bad at lying. I can always tell when he's happy or sad, all because of his male thing. It always comes out when he likes something, and remains inside when he feels sad or angry." "Well, that should be his problem, not yours," Father said with a stern prod on her side, which made Kira stumble over her growls. "Are you ready to listen to my story now?" She quickly grabbed his tail tip in her mouth and gave him a sharp, resounding squeak. She got a long tongue stroke between the eyes for that. Kira loved her father. She loved him so much... "After the SkyFather created the earth and entrusted life to his four winds, he created the StormWind. I don't know why he made him. Even the SkyFather was confused about this fifth son's purpose, because he could already do everything on his own. Why entrust the clouds to a lesser son? The sky was his domain, and in his pride and arrogance, he thought he can clash the clouds day and night, over seas and lands, all by himself." "Now the Father sounds mean," Kira added. Father ignored her comment. "The StormWind pleaded with his father. Every time the sun rose in the sky he asked for purpose, a reason for his existence, and his father remained silent until the sun set. His son tried, time and time again to talk with his father, to coerce him into telling him why he was brought into the world, and one day his father lashed back. He told the StormWind he was an imperfection, a black cloud staining the radiant expanse of his sky." "He's mean..." Kira pulled her wings close, bringing her father's tail closer to her. "The StormWind blamed his father for this mistake, and was hereby banished from his domain. The SkyFather was furious. He trapped the StormWInd between the earth and the sky to forever roam senselessly in search of his purpose. The StormWind traveled around the whole world for many eons in search for answers, witnessing the extinction of entire species, seeing his Father's world age before his very eyes. The StormWind waited so long, Kira. So long, bearing only rage and regret inside him. Many would have given to despair, but he pressed on, knowing the answers he sought were out there. And one day, he found them." "He did?" Kira dropped the tail from her mouth. "Indeed. Below him lay the perfect earth cared by the Skyfather's four sons, and above stretched the vast expanse of the sky. One couldn't exist without the other. The Earth needed the tears of the clouds to feed, as the Sky needed the Earth's waters to ascend and form clouds." "I'm confused. That sounds so complicated. It isn't an answer, but a riddle!" Kira squeaked with displeasure. Her father gently nuzzled her head. "It's a very simple one. Come on, the StormWind wasn't the most intelligent being of the world, and he figured it out. Try it." Kira hissed for a bit before she contorted her muzzle in concentration. "He wanted to kill one of his brothers, and break the order settled between them." "Close," the male said. "Very close. He fought them all at the same time, by traveling so fast around the world that the winds themselves stuck to him. They surrounded the StormWind, giving him a cloak made of tempest, claws of lightning, fangs of ice, and a howling roar that instilled terror into everything it touched." "He became a storm!" Kira said excitedly. "That's why he's called the StormWind. That was his purpose, to ride the winds, but he couldn't do so because his daddy held him back!" "Exactly," Father growled excitedly. "He didn't want to harm his brothers, because without them, he couldn't exist. He didn't even want to hurt his father, just prove him that he was not a failed creation created without purpose. With the howling winds under his command, the StormWind created the biggest storm known to the world. Many plants perished, many creatures died. Grounds clashed and smashed, forming mountains and valleys, forever changing the world as the SkyFather and his sons knew it." "Wow..." Kira sighed with fascination. "Weren't they angry, daddy? Weren't they upset?" "They were very angry, and very upset. The StormWind was stripped of his powers and exiled so high into the sky he couldn't control a fickle breeze, but the damage had already been done. The ferocity of the first storm remained behind, altering the creatures, arming them with claws and fangs in the wake of the devastation. That's how the first predators came to be." "And that's what we are too..." the little female unsheathed her claws. "The meat we ate...from the stag...he had to die so we could live." Her father nuzzled her with reassuring rubs. "Don't be sad, daughter. This is the way of the world. Like the StormWind, we too have a purpose. If the deer are left unchecked, they will eat the grass, the plants, even the trees. Ultimately, they will grow so numerous that some of them will starve and die." "That makes sense," Kira nodded. "But...how can deer become many? Do they have to fight off a powerful enemy too?" "That's a talk for another time," the male said. "But I want to know!" Kira insisted, sharply poking her father right between the nostrils. She squeaked when her side was savagely attacked by her father's tongue. "What you need is to get cleaned before the blood toughens." "It tickles. It tickles!" she squirmed, pawing and clutching helplessly at his horned head. "Then you should try and remain still!" "I will! Just- just a moment, please!" He retreated just when her breath threatened to stick in her throat. Kira took a few hefty gulps of air, then rolled on her back, exposing her dirty belly to her father's inquisitive snout. She found it curious how his nostrils flared. She wasn't smelling so good. The blood filled the air with a heavy scent akin to damp caves. And father seemed to like it. He hovered between her legs, inhaling the smell of her fur until one of her paws pushed between his nostrils. The male quickly licked it, then started grooming Kira in his earnest. She relaxed in the caressing feeling of his tongue. It slid so carefully along her fur, so slowly, so warmly. Kira soon started to purr with utter delight. With her eyes closed, she reached towards the top of the cave, clawing and grabbing at bare air, stretching her wings in the same manner as her toes until that moist tongue met her sensitive pads. Kira yelped softly every time that happened. The first contact felt so infuriatingly ticklish, but the following strokes smoothened that annoying feeling into something warm and enjoyable. She spread each of her padded toes, making it easy for her father to slide between them. Oh, how much she loved when his meaty tongue scratched those hidden places. Kira growled with delight, sometimes so loud she had to smother her own pleasure. Relief came to her when the silky tongue fell upon her belly. It didn't tickle that bad there. Father's swirling motion was really good at keeping the tickles away. Only his grazing teeth were a slight cause of concern. Kira's claws came out every time he pulled onto a patch of clumped fur to straighten it out. That didn't last long though. The bright source of her comfort soon slid toward her flanks, first licking the outside, then washing along the insides. So warm...so warm, and so close to her private parts. Kira's nethers tingled with mysterious heat. She blamed it on the licks. Every grooming session made her feel warm and cozy, but now it felt even more intense. Her crevice shuddered on its own accord, and Kira growled, too dazed by the comforting bliss to care. All she wanted was one last lick on the bare pads of her hind paws. A touch that would make her toes spread and shudder with ripples of delight. Her father provided it. He licked each of her paws so thoroughly he left his daughter panting for air. Just when Kira thought she sampled every pleasure from this grooming session, her father surprised her even further by dashing his tongue along that spot reserved only for her own tongue. Kira's jaws tensed with strain. Her whole body quivered when that slick, foreign tongue passed over her special crevice. Motes of heat rushed into her flesh, and Kira pulled her legs back, toes curling with eerie effort. She felt on the edge of bursting from all the pressure exerted upon her muscles, but she held back. She held back until that tongue returned to kiss her slit a second time with its wet, infuriatingly soft embrace. Kira couldn't hold herself back this time. She parted her maw, growling what seemed to be a mix between a whine and a roar. Her muscles suddenly quaked, and her body jerked. A surge traveled along her body, vanishing as quick as it appeared. Kira didn't know what it was, or how it happened. She was only aware of the smoldering heat burning under her fur, and the overly wet sensation around her private parts. By all the winds. The Sickness. The sickness was back, and she forgot to tell her father about it! "D-daddy?" Kira blinked twice, her eyes feeling unusually moist as well. There was no reply, nor a touch. The warmth of his rolling tongue left behind only slick saliva, easily caressed by the cold touch of the cave currents. "Daddy, I forgot...I forgot to tell you...but I'm sick. My mother caught it first, then my brother, and I got it too. Daddy?" Still no reply. Kira rolled on her side. Then, she saw him. His broad wing was drooping low to the ground, concealing his whole side from view. Kira found that mysteriously odd, though not as bizarre as her father's trembling jaws. He stared at his paws, sliding his claws slowly along the ground. No, not sliding them. Gripping. His paws were shaking too, along with his twitching tail. His wing joints weren't spared either, jolting up with every breath he took. A cold snake rushed through Kira's spine. Her fur stood on end, wings flaring with concern. She crawled towards her father, licking at his neck, trying to banish the strange affliction with her little tongue. "Daddy, why are you trembling? Do you have the sickness too? Is it...is it my fault?" "No..." the dragon finally growled a reply. He was in pain. He was suffering. Kira rushed under his head, then hoisted herself on her hind legs to lick around his jaw. "Please don't be sick. Please don't be sick! But he was, shivering from every joint of his body. Kira dropped back on her fours and curled between her father's fore legs. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have gone to mother! Shouldn't have allowed her to take brother inside her mouth! His sticky made it all worse!" "His-his what?" the male voice crackled with weakness. "I'll tell you only if you tell me what's happening." "Nothing is happening, little Kira," the male brought his head down to lick her. "Everything is fine. Everything is alright..." Kira ignored the warm nuzzles, disregarded his wet tongue for the shivers that rolled inside his maw. He was sick, and he refused to say how or why! She took a deep breath, preparing to roar at him with all her might. A strange, pungent scent rolled inside her nostrils. Kira's roar turned into a series of coughs as the smell took her senses by storm. It was strong, yet suave. Sweet, but at the same time rather wild. Strangely, Kira didn't find it displeasing. She was curious to see where it came from, and the next breath she took revealed the path. She surged under her father's wing, pushing her little snout under the male's scaled belly. Kira took a deep breath, then shivered from the potency of this new and exciting aroma. It was definitely hiding there, right under his belly. "Kira..." "It's there. I can smell it," she tried pushing one of her paws through without much success. "Get back. Please. I'll explain everything." "No. I want to see it! Want to know what it is!" His big snout tried to shove her away time and time again, but Kira failed to relent. When her paws failed to sneak beneath his belly, she pushed herself into his leg and tried to pry his flank apart from his side. She barely managed to push her snout through. Father was really strong, and very persistent. His horned head snuck beneath her own tail, surged along her belly, and in the blink of an eye Kira's paws left the ground. She sailed through the air, wings flaring with the desperation to find any reliable source support. Father's wing flared out, Kira fell right into it, rolling onto the ground with a whine. She crawled forth, dirtying her belly with the cave's grime, suffering through the coldness, ignoring her father's pleas. His belly was all she saw before her eyes, his strange scent all she smelled through every, before his head blocked her path. A gust of warmth rolled over her, making the little hatchling shudder under the warm breeze's might. "Stop. Just stop." It felt so tempting to do so. The comfort of his tongue was just one step away. Kira pushed herself past his nostrils. She managed two sluggish steps before his growl made her ears flatten along her head. She knew very well what that meant. A paw over her body, a wing on top of her head, and a tail holding her limbs pressed into each other. "You can't hold me. I know you are sick. I can smell it as well as you can!" "And what can you do about it, my daughter? Fight? Try fighting with all you've got." Kira strained with all her might. It was all useless. Her wings had no room to flare, her legs already felt stiff with exertion, and her tail barely moved, pinned down by father's scaly one. "Grrarrrhh! I'll...I will...grrraaarrrrr!" "You will give me the chance to explain." "What?" Kira snarled. "What can you explain? Can you tell me about mother's sickness, or brother's growing male thing? What about the thing that came out of him? He fouled mother's mouth, and she took it all in!" "Yes. I know what that is. Now please, give me the chance to talk properly. I can't weave my words if you keep struggling like a dying deer." Kira relaxed somewhat. "I don't want to know that. Not now." "Isn't knowledge what you're after?" "Not now," she repeated, then slowly inched closer towards Father's snout. "I want to see it, daddy. Show me what you hide under your belly, or I will go to mother or brother about it." "It's nothing. Why are you so adamant into chasing bare winds?" "I'll see it. Maybe not now, or tomorrow, but when you sleep, I will see it!" "You're never going to let this go, are you?" Kira gave a firm nod of her head. "Never." "Very well then. I will satisfy your curiosity," the male lifted his wing. "But you have to promise to listen to me after I do so." "I will, I will. Just loosen your tail a bit. My paws are starting to tingle." The grip vanished, leaving Kira with a lot of questions and very little means to get her answers. She had two choices. Either dive under father's leg and push it apart, or agree to his demands. The second option sounded so boring. The call for adventure always enticed her more, yet every hatchling had to grow. More than anything, Kira wanted to know the origins of the strange sickness. Only with her father's help she could hope to abolish it from its very core. "I will listen," Kira said and nuzzled under his neck. "I promise to do everything you ask of me, daddy." She was welcomed with nuzzles and licks. "Just don't tell anyone yet. This isn't how I planned to solve this particular affair, but it seems your sharpness got the best of me. Are you sure you want to gain this knowledge? Sometimes, there is no way back." Kira made up her mind ages ago. "Roll on your side before I pounce you." The male rumbled with amusement. "You truly are my daughter. Remember, no words or loud roars. It might not be what you expect." Unexpected surprises made for the most exciting discoveries. Kira licked at her father's maw, smothering him with affection until he finally decided it was time reveal his hidden secret. With his wing lifted out of the way, he pushed himself on his side. His hind leg sprang into the air, claws curling inwards when a thick, meaty protrusion slapped into the ground. Her father growled at the nuisance. Kira did too, only that her stiff maw refused to open properly. It was so big. So swollen. So...wet. A puddle of clear slime soaked her father's belly, making his scales shiny and the stone below dark and slimy. The smell was exactly as she expected it to be, raw and pleasant. An overly sweet tinge washed inside her nostrils, making them itchy for more. Kira's breaths picked up. Her heart thrummed quicker in her chest. Many different emotions rushed through her body, eliciting a similar number of reactions. What was she supposed to do now? Turn around and flee in mother's embrace? Stay here and look at father's secret? Or approach and inspect it from up-close? That last thought terrified and excited her in equal measures, for she didn't know what to expect from the mean monster raging under her father's belly. "It's big, I know. And probably slightly displeasing. Genders are something many hatchlings are familiar with throughout their youth, but they never explore them properly, or learn their true purpose." Kira blinked, her eyes still fixed on father's secret. It was a male thing. Obviously. She knew that from Lashan. But she didn't expect it to look so different. Instead of a tapered tip, her father had a head, slightly bigger than the throbbing shaft of the organ, almost arrow-shaped were it not for the blunt way it ended. The little hole punched through his tip dripped with clear fluid, adding more to the pool spreading below. Kira slowly took her eyes off the spurting tip and looked at the ridges instead. The head had little protrusions behind it, like spikes, but much smaller and softer by the looks of it. She had no idea what their purpose was. She didn't even know why Father's male thing jumped up and down so randomly! "Daughter, it's alright if you feel disturbed. I'll just...we can talk about something else." He prepared to shift back on his belly when Kira's maw erupted with an unsure squeak. "Don't." Father's eyes squinted with curiosity. "You've seen it. Shouldn't that be enough for now?" "No," Kira said, willing her paws to move towards the throbbing cordon. "I know I made you a promise, but-" "I want to see it. See it from up-close." He knew he wasn't going to win, so he settled back on the ground. With his wing and legs out of the way, Kira approached. She was aware of her father's lingering gaze, but his maleness made her even more curious. She stopped just a step away from it, sitting so close that she could feel the warmth radiating from its bare form, and smell the thick haze impregnated on its surface. Kira jerked back when it jerked upwards. She was quick, yet not fast enough to count in the descent. Drops of slime latched on her fur when the monster fell into the puddle of its own making. "It's on me!" she flapped her wings. "Sticky! The sticky is on me!" "It's harmless, my dear daughter," Father said after he washed his tongue around her whole body. "See?" he dabbed his tip into the slimy patch, washing his tongue around until a sizable amount of fluid clung onto it. Kira snarled when that thick, cold slime went directly into his maw. Just like her mother, Father swallowed everything in one single go. "Gross..." "It's nothing to be ashamed about, daughter. A female wouldn't be very eager to take an arid male inside her." "In-inside?" Kira asked. "What does that mean, daddy? Why inside?" The big dragon placed his head at her feet and smiled. "You're so young. I was about your age when I started getting curious about my gender. Didn't you ever lick yourself down there?" "Down where?" Kira looked under an upraised wing. "Between your legs, silly!" her father sneaked his tongue between her four feet, tickling the insides of her flanks. "Oh, there," Kira licked her little snout. "I clean myself daily, just like mother told me!" "Just cleaning? Weren't you ever tempted to push a little deeper to see what hides inside your slit?" Kira squinted her eyes in confusion. Inside? There was nothing inside. She would have known if something hid there. Father's warm touch dispelled her reverie. "It's alright. Some hatchlings are slower than others, but similarly brilliant in other aspects. You hunted your first squirrel before I even knew how to properly pounce my nest mates!" "You're talking too much, daddy," Kira licked his lips to show him she still loved him, then turned her head towards his belly. "Tell me about that red thing. You promised to tell me!" "What do you want to know, my little jewel?" Difficult question, that. She never imagined she would be placed in this particular situation. When thoughts failed to properly align in her head, Kira heeded to the call of her instincts. Like she did during a hunting session, she approached with careful steps. First, she sniffed the air. The bittersweet miasma made her heart race in her chest, a real treat to her inexperienced nostrils. Once she got acquainted with the scent of her prey, Kira stretched her neck to get a closer look. Then, she walked around the ruddy protrusion. She noticed the large tubes bloating with every jerk under the monster's surface, the soft, yet resilient skin that glistened with a warm aura, and lastly, the bulges standing before the entrance of her father's spread slit. The ending of his male thing was big, bulbous, covered in the same soft barbs as the ridge circling the back of his head. But that wasn't what captivated her attention. Her father's slit did. Normally, it looked like her own rift, protected by small, pebbly scales. Now, when his maleness came out, it looked more like a blooming flower than a crevice, exposing its wet, fleshy insides and winking at Kira with every beat of her father's heart. She wasn't disturbed by the strange sight. She loved her father. From the tip of his snowy claws to the edge of his horns and the far edges of his tail, Kira knew him as intimately as she knew herself. She was a little surprised, yes, and maybe just a little bit disgusted by the sticky water, but her curiosity cared not for such restrictions. Tempted by the pleasant smell and pushed forward by her nagging instincts, Kira touched the monster with the tip of her nose. Her father jerked into the air. She pulled back, then rolled out her tongue, washing it along that hot, slimy flesh. She heard her father hissing from behind, but she ignored him. This strange protrusion was sweeter than she expected, and deliciously warm. Kira lapped with her little tongue, dashing quick strokes along the budging veins, then between them. Each lick brought fresh reserves of sweetness into her mouth, urging her to gather more and more.

She rolled her tongue over the pebbly edge of his head. The wing above collapsed on top of her head, and a hind paw grabbed at her tail. Kira hissed softly, then kept licking. It tasted so good. Every time she swallowed the sweet concoction, her heart thumped just a little harder. Pleasant warmth surged through her frame, exploding in tingling heat once it reached her slit. Something felt strangely good. She had no idea why, or how. She only wanted to eat more of that sweet slickness. And Father's tip oozed relentlessly. Kira licked quickly around the head, only to find it too restless for her liking. She clutched it between her front paws. Another growl came from behind, slightly longer and more desperate than the first. There was no time for distractions or worries. She had to lick. Had to feast.  The female's eager tongue lapped around the entirety of the head, collecting whatever remained of the hot sludge. Then, Kira slid towards his secret passage. She stuck her tongue inside that little hole, where warmth and moisture reigned together. Her reward was immediate. A hot spurt bathed her tongue, diving straight towards her mouth. Kira opened slightly too late. Much of the fluid hit her in the nose, causing her to choke and shake her head. Her father growled yet again, and Kira felt a force tugging from behind. She pushed her muzzle against the generous hole, flicking her tongue inside, tickling the walls, drinking two weaker spurts before she was violently shoved backwards. She fell on her back, exposed before her father's azure eyes, defenseless to his bared, glistening fangs. "I told you to stop. Why didn't you? We had a deal, Kira!" "I...I didn't hear..." she winced, fully expecting to be punished. "I was talking to you the whole time. Didn't you hear anything from what I said?" She shook her head. "Nothing. Just growls. I tried to pull back, but it was so sweet...you tasted so sweet, daddy, almost like her..." "Like who?" the dragon asked. "Who are you talking about, Kira?" "Mother. She was swollen too. And red, just like you. I found it first, and Lashan helped me. We licked it together, daddy. Mother was furious at first, pushing us back, telling us it's bad, but she started growling so strangely, almost like...almost like she was in pain..." Father pulled his head back. "Are you sure it wasn't a dream? You're at the age when-" "We didn't hurt her, daddy," Kira rolled onto her feet. "We helped, right? We didn't hurt her!" "Your mother...how to put this? She has this-" "I know she's sick!" Kira pushed herself into his chest, rubbing furiously against him, desperate for her Father's reassurance.  "We all got it after we licked her, but I was angry, and lonely, and sad! I couldn't...just couldn't..." Kira's words slowly descended into mournful growls. "It's alright," her father's warm tongue washed around her head, cleaning the traces of the sweet sticky. "You didn't hurt her, sweet Kira. You would never hurt your mother." Kira slowly turned her head around to look him in the eyes. "What happened to her, daddy? Why is she sick? Why are you so big and so sweet? The sweet pee that comes out of your male thing...it tastes almost like mommy's." "It does...it does...just stay still for a moment and stop barraging me with all these squeaky growls!" "But I'm warm!" the little hatchling complained. "My fur feels strange and my paws tickle. I'm sick, daddy." "No, my sweet, innocent daughter. This isn't a sickness. What you are experiencing is perfectly normal. Every hatchling goes through this stage at some point in their lives." "What stage, daddy? What stage?" "Adulthood."END COMMENTSMore lessons, more information, more lust! Kira gets closer and closer to unveiling a mystery that's been bothering her for far too long. If you liked this chapter, please consider fav'ing or commenting. You know what else makes this kitty extremely happy? The increasingly bigger crowd of people who are Supporting me on Patreon. Not only do you support my creative endeavors, but your money also helps me buy quality artworks of the characters you get to read about. To support me, simply head over to this link and choose your pledge level: If you want to know more about my Patreon initiative and why it's so important to me(and to the community as well!), check out my journal here : https://www.sofurry.com/view/938686 If you're interested in a story shaped to match your own tastes and interests, Click here to commission me and start your own adventure.