{"sf1_id":1816598,"sf2_id":"XnrplRez","title":"Ferals Don't","author":"ABadChoiceofWords","words":2327,"posted_at":"2022-02-06T00:37:00.000Z","tags":["Aftercare","Bareback","Breeding","Brother","Creampie","Cum","Dragon","Drake","Ejaculation","Feral","First Time","Flare","Gay","Heat","Impregnation","Incest","Licking","Male","Male/intersex","Mating","Messy","Oral","Pregnancy risk","Scalie","Sex","SheerContest2022","Uprotected","Vaginal","intersex","sibling","sniffing"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1816598-ferals-don-t","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/XnrplRez","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/e5/d5/e5d574f1-107a-496f-8e98-93c6f565b8f0","description":"He isn't quite male, down there. His feral brother has noticed.\nI was originally working on Sire as my next piece, but then I saw the contest and realized this would fit the bill. So, have this!","content":"\"This's new.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe'd stuck his snout under my tail and dragged in air.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"When'ja do this?\"\n\nIt was strange being sniffed there, feeling my brother's hot breath and the prod of his snout right on my new vent.\u0026nbsp; Well, new wasn't quite right.\u0026nbsp; It'd always been there, just...\n\nWeird stuff can happen with drake genetics.\u0026nbsp; I'd come out looking male, feeling male - just not quite with those bits.\u0026nbsp; I mean, they kinda looked a little bit male?\u0026nbsp; But not really, and didn't work right.\u0026nbsp; Our parents were told everything was technically female down there, and it'd be a hell of a lot easier getting my stuff working that way.\u0026nbsp; They'd left it for me to choose, and I'd just stuck with what I had, what I knew.\u0026nbsp; That'd worked for a while.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut then I got older, everyone else got to breeding age, and it was dragging me down inside being the one with broke junk.\u0026nbsp; So, new year, new me - I took the plunge.\u0026nbsp; The treatment made my crowded slit puff up into a proper cookie.\u0026nbsp; Silly name for it, that, but I liked the sound of it.\u0026nbsp; Cookie.\u0026nbsp; My new cookie.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nMind, I wasn't tryna be female, not at all.\u0026nbsp; Heart and soul, still my brother's brother.\u0026nbsp; But when the choice was looking a little more masc or having a package that worked, I went function over form.\u0026nbsp; At least drake biology's flexible enough to give me that chance.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nNow my brother'd come out a different way. \u0026nbsp; He's feral: grand 'ol mane, walking on all fours, loads bigger than me or most any other of our kind.\u0026nbsp; And, well, loads bigger in other places, too.\u0026nbsp; Couldn't say I'd not snuck a few looks - wasn't hard, he didn't really do clothes.\u0026nbsp; Stores don't carry his size.\u0026nbsp; Or shape.\u0026nbsp; Not that he's not a looker.\u0026nbsp; Shock of gold fur.\u0026nbsp; Deep green scales.\u0026nbsp; Gorgeous.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs for me, I'd a different excuse just then for being bare below the waist:\u0026nbsp; First, it was my pad.\u0026nbsp; Second, it was my room.\u0026nbsp; Third, I'd needed to change pants.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nSee, his scaly ass'd dropped by, as he would time to time.\u0026nbsp; And it was cold out there so I'd invited him in to warm on the couch.\u0026nbsp; We'd got to talking, and he was same as always: curious, caring, unshakable.\u0026nbsp; Always good to me.\u0026nbsp; But, well, he's got all that junk just hanging out, yeah?\u0026nbsp; And I'd gone and gotten pretty wet from much too much glancing at it.\u0026nbsp; Shouldn'tve, I know.\u0026nbsp; Couldn'tve not, though.\u0026nbsp; Guess he noticed.\u0026nbsp; When I'd stepped into my room to swap pants for something less-soaked in the crotch, he'd followed right beind.\u0026nbsp; Guess being a good sibling doesn't include minding his brother's bedroom door.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd now he had me up against the wall next to my closet door, his muzzle wedged under my tail to the source of all this mess.\u0026nbsp; I felt him drag in breath, all that cold air through my thighs, across my cookie; it made me shiver all the way down.\u0026nbsp; Then that warm, damp huff came back the other way, up and into me, and made me itch so bad.\n\n\"Ya gonna tell me, or keep on mewling?\"\n\nI wasn't mewling.\u0026nbsp; I wasn't!\u0026nbsp; He sniffed again, and I moaned.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nOne thing they'd not made clear with my new gear - I didn't know when my first season was gonna hit.\u0026nbsp; Or how hard.\u0026nbsp; I'd woken up that morning thinking it was just a horny day.\u0026nbsp; Then he'd walked in and I'd smelled him, and oh did he smell!\u0026nbsp; Maybe ferals have a rough time scrubbing their undercarriage, or something?\u0026nbsp; Or he just doesn't bother, and lets it all stew.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nSo, I'd not just been staring because he was laying out - laying it all out - but because I could smell every inch of what he was packing.\u0026nbsp; And there was more to that reek than ever before - deeper, wider, richer.\u0026nbsp; Like sniffing him that one time years ago, back when I didn't know what to do with it, and neither did he.\u0026nbsp; But now, now!\u0026nbsp; The whole room swam with him.\u0026nbsp; And I knew what it was for, what he'd do.\u0026nbsp; That beating mound between my legs wanted it more than anything.\u0026nbsp; And from how that drooling rod filled out after he'd come in, I couldn't imagine he was thinking any different.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe sniffed me again, long and deep.\u0026nbsp; Then his jaws parted between my legs, just a little, and I felt his tongue.\u0026nbsp; It caught me like a striking viper, planted its pronged kiss right on what I guess was now my proper clit.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nI hissed out, \"O-o-oh, ffffuuuck meeee...!\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe rumbled words, and through his tongue they came up into me.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm gonna.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"That's not what-\"\u0026nbsp; But I didn't get to finish.\u0026nbsp; He stuffed his tongue the rest of the way up my breeding hole, packed me fuller than any toy I'd tried.\u0026nbsp; I wish I could say I snarled with pleasure.\u0026nbsp; Hah!\u0026nbsp; I squeaked.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe said something else into my cookie - I couldn't hear him, but it felt dirty.\u0026nbsp; His tongue pressed harder, bunched up even more inside me.\u0026nbsp; He spoke again, and it made me quiver head to toe.\u0026nbsp; Still didn't understand a word, but, well... I still understood.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy legs were jelly, my insides clamped, my hips rocked up and down.\u0026nbsp; I didn't know if I was tryna to shove him out, or tease him further in.\u0026nbsp; He was going with in.\u0026nbsp; His tongue was so warm, so wet; I must've been just as warm and wet on him.\u0026nbsp; He curved himself under me, tipped his jaws up; then he pressed in hard, lifted me to my toes, made me screech.\u0026nbsp; Gods, oh fucking gods!\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd then he pulled back, pulled out, and that length of tongue unwinding from inside me.\u0026nbsp; My knees gave, I almost dropped right there, but caught my claws into the wall and hung to it for dear life.\u0026nbsp; My cookie beat hot against much-cooler air.\u0026nbsp; I was sure I was dripping.\n\nBehind me, beneath me, he huffed and smacked his lips.\u0026nbsp; Then, almost a purr, \"I like ya this way.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nMaybe it was just the flies in my head, the dripping itch between my legs; but that felt like the nicest thing anyone'd ever said about me.\u0026nbsp; And in that moment, more sure than I'd ever felt since I'd taken the plunge, I also liked me this way.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd the more I thought about it, the more I knew, \"I like you this way,\u0026nbsp; too.\"\n\nHe purred.\u0026nbsp; No, not quite.\u0026nbsp; It was a deeper noise, a wanting one.\u0026nbsp; I wasn't sure what he meant by it.\u0026nbsp; So he told me.\u0026nbsp; \"Ya want more o' me, this way?\"\n\nShoulda said no.\u0026nbsp; I knew enough to be scared of where this'd go if I didn't say it.\u0026nbsp; Just one sensible, sane word, and it'd be over.\u0026nbsp; But I was so much more scared of where this wouldn't go if I did.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe raised a forepaw to the wall next to me.\u0026nbsp; I said nothing.\u0026nbsp; He did the other.\u0026nbsp; I kept silent.\u0026nbsp; Then step by step he walked his front up the wall, and his hindquarters followed forward to my rear.\u0026nbsp; I felt it slap my back - his drakehood, long and warm and so, so wet.\u0026nbsp; It twitched, it throbbed, it squirted onto the rear of my shirt.\u0026nbsp; My insides were tryna do the same.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nI needed him to know before this went further, \"I'm not female.\"\n\n\"Good,\" he growled right back, \"I ain't straight.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe stank of... had to be rut.\u0026nbsp; Not that I smelled any better.\u0026nbsp; It itched so bad down there.\u0026nbsp; I squirmed against him, against his breeder.\u0026nbsp; Couldn't hold it in.\u0026nbsp; My tail went up for him, and spilled all that heat out between my legs.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nI heard him sniff, I heard him rumble.\u0026nbsp; Deep, low.\u0026nbsp; His full weight pressed me, pinned me, a quarter-ton of muscle and shining scale.\u0026nbsp; He rocked his hips, dragged the belly of his shaft down my back.\u0026nbsp; Big.\u0026nbsp; Fat.\u0026nbsp; Ready.\u0026nbsp; I'd seen it like that, a few times.\u0026nbsp; Never imagined I'd want it in me.\u0026nbsp; Never imagined just how bad.\u0026nbsp; Never imagined he'd do it.\u0026nbsp; I squirmed more.\n\nHe grunted, he humped.\u0026nbsp; His tip squashed against my cookie, but didn't go in.\u0026nbsp; Too much to fit.\u0026nbsp; But I couldn't help myself; I arched, mewled, pushed back against him.\u0026nbsp; That made my slit give, just a little.\u0026nbsp; The tip of his bulb peeked in.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nI felt his heartbeat, felt him shudder with pleasure, felt a warm splash of pre force into my hole.\u0026nbsp; He brought a forepaw down to my belly, gripped me there, hefted me up.\u0026nbsp; My toes left the ground.\u0026nbsp; He thrust again, firmer, pressed me against the wall.\u0026nbsp; My entrance gave a little more.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt was my first time.\u0026nbsp; I didn't know what to do, what I could do, if I even needed to do anything.\u0026nbsp; But he kept going, kept working me open around his bulging flare.\u0026nbsp; And then, at last, a hard thrust forced it through, and slowly - so gloriously slowly - the rest of him packed in.\u0026nbsp; It was so much thicker than his tongue.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe stretched my mound, forced my thighs even wider 'round him.\u0026nbsp; But it was too much, too long; I couldn't take him to his hilt.\u0026nbsp; He bottomed out not even halfway - it stuffed my belly, made me fat and heavy.\u0026nbsp; Like I was full of his eggs.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd then he started to rut.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nOut, then in, then out, then in.\u0026nbsp; His flare scratched everywhere that itched.\u0026nbsp; I gasped and moaned an trilled out loud to the drumbeat of his thrusts.\u0026nbsp; They weren't gentle, they weren't rough, but firm and steady, a rhythm of purpose.\u0026nbsp; Then they came faster.\u0026nbsp; Then a little more.\u0026nbsp; I couldn't pretend what that purpose was.\n\nHe was mating me.\u0026nbsp; He was mating me!\u0026nbsp; My brother, plunging in and out of my cunt, my heat.\u0026nbsp; A horny beast, a rutting animal, working himself up to...\n\nI gripped his paw on my belly, felt that pistoning bulge he made in me.\u0026nbsp; It felt even bigger than he already was.\u0026nbsp; My fingers followed his heaving down to its source, to my muff where his breeder went in.\u0026nbsp; I touched it, touched him, felt his beating organ soaked with my honey as much as his own pre.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy insides were going tight around him, and everywhere else too.\u0026nbsp; I curled, fingers and toes, tongue and tail, and everything in between.\u0026nbsp; It was too much, too new.\u0026nbsp; I didn't know what to do, what was gonna happen, how to stop it.\u0026nbsp; He had to wait, to stop, or he was gonna make me pop.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Slow... down,\" I gasped, \"Pull out-!\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Ferals,\" he snarled, \"don't.\"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis ruttings came harder.\u0026nbsp; He held them in, drove me to the wall, made me climb it.\u0026nbsp; I caught a flash of his muzzle above - fangs out, tongue hanging, drool from its tips.\u0026nbsp; His hips below shook and shuddered with each thrust.\u0026nbsp; And then it hit me.\u0026nbsp; I was in heat.\u0026nbsp; He wasn't wearing a condom.\u0026nbsp; No pill, nothing.\u0026nbsp; He was just gonna cum.\u0026nbsp; He was gonna do it in me.\u0026nbsp; My brother was gonna cum in me.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nEverything got fuzzy.\u0026nbsp; I wanted to squirm, I wanted to run, I wanted to jump out of my scales.\u0026nbsp; But my belly, my cookie - they clutched him, squeezed it out of him.\u0026nbsp; He was all I could feel.\u0026nbsp; Not my claws, not my tail.\u0026nbsp; Him.\u0026nbsp; I grabbed his mane, begged him, screamed.\u0026nbsp; Barely even words:\u0026nbsp; Do it!\u0026nbsp; DO IT!\n\nHis jaws came down on my neck and shut me up.\u0026nbsp; I felt him shudder, head to hips to flare.\u0026nbsp; I felt him bloat between my thighs.\u0026nbsp; I felt the swell pass into my belly.\u0026nbsp; I felt the heat bud at his tip.\u0026nbsp; It pulsed, it shot into me.\u0026nbsp; Then another, then another.\u0026nbsp; His heat spread up and down; he filled me, every inch, all the way back to my cookie.\u0026nbsp; I felt it on my rumplips, spilling out from inside.\u0026nbsp; It ran down my legs, splattered my toes.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis hips jerked.\u0026nbsp; More beats, more spurts.\u0026nbsp; But they came slower, farther apart.\u0026nbsp; He dragged in a deep breath.\u0026nbsp; One more hump, one more pump.\u0026nbsp; And then he let out a long long and shuddering sigh.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nHis middle sagged agaisnt me, his grip on me relaxed.\u0026nbsp; My toes reached the floor.\u0026nbsp; He walked his fores down the wall, setting me slowly down.\u0026nbsp; But my legs were jelly, and even my knees.\u0026nbsp; Only his shaft kept me off the ground.\u0026nbsp; Then his forepaw came again to my belly, cupped me to him, held me up.\u0026nbsp; He rumbled softly to me, turned us to my bed, and ambled over with me in tow.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe sheets were softer than they should've been.\u0026nbsp; He laid me down, and himself at my side.\u0026nbsp; I sprawled out, much as I could with my limbs still tingling and his thing still in me.\u0026nbsp; Everything was buzzing, humming.\u0026nbsp; It was, it was... nice.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nI'd just fucked my brother - or, well, he'd just fucked me - and it felt nice?\u0026nbsp; Gods, I'd just gone into heat, and he'd pumped a big load right up into me.\u0026nbsp; Couldn't imagine he'd not just knocked me up with my first clutch.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nStill, with his paw around me, his rod still in me, beating with the rhythm of his heart...\u0026nbsp; It felt right.\u0026nbsp; He tucked me to him.\u0026nbsp; I reached up to his neck, slipped my fingers into his mane, pulled his muzzle to mine.\u0026nbsp; He licked my snout.\u0026nbsp; I kissed him back.\u0026nbsp; His jaws were so big.\u0026nbsp; He parted them, just enough to take my embrace.\u0026nbsp; I felt his breeder twitch, a small spurt of leftover seed.\u0026nbsp; I loved it.\u0026nbsp; I loved him.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt was terrifying.\u0026nbsp; It was wonderful.\u0026nbsp; New year, new me.\u0026nbsp; New us.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}