# Ferals Don't

Author: ABadChoiceofWords
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

He isn't quite male, down there. His feral brother has noticed.
I 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!

"This's new."&nbsp;&nbsp;

He'd stuck his snout under my tail and dragged in air.&nbsp;&nbsp;

"When'ja do this?"

It was strange being sniffed there, feeling my brother's hot breath and the prod of his snout right on my new vent.&nbsp; Well, new wasn't quite right.&nbsp; It'd always been there, just...

Weird stuff can happen with drake genetics.&nbsp; I'd come out looking male, feeling male - just not quite with those bits.&nbsp; I mean, they kinda looked a little bit male?&nbsp; But not really, and didn't work right.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; They'd left it for me to choose, and I'd just stuck with what I had, what I knew.&nbsp; That'd worked for a while.&nbsp;&nbsp;

But then I got older, everyone else got to breeding age, and it was dragging me down inside being the one with broke junk.&nbsp; So, new year, new me - I took the plunge.&nbsp; The treatment made my crowded slit puff up into a proper cookie.&nbsp; Silly name for it, that, but I liked the sound of it.&nbsp; Cookie.&nbsp; My new cookie.&nbsp;&nbsp;

Mind, I wasn't tryna be female, not at all.&nbsp; Heart and soul, still my brother's brother.&nbsp; But when the choice was looking a little more masc or having a package that worked, I went function over form.&nbsp; At least drake biology's flexible enough to give me that chance.&nbsp;&nbsp;

Now my brother'd come out a different way. &nbsp; He's feral: grand 'ol mane, walking on all fours, loads bigger than me or most any other of our kind.&nbsp; And, well, loads bigger in other places, too.&nbsp; Couldn't say I'd not snuck a few looks - wasn't hard, he didn't really do clothes.&nbsp; Stores don't carry his size.&nbsp; Or shape.&nbsp; Not that he's not a looker.&nbsp; Shock of gold fur.&nbsp; Deep green scales.&nbsp; Gorgeous.&nbsp;&nbsp;

As for me, I'd a different excuse just then for being bare below the waist:&nbsp; First, it was my pad.&nbsp; Second, it was my room.&nbsp; Third, I'd needed to change pants.&nbsp;&nbsp;

See, his scaly ass'd dropped by, as he would time to time.&nbsp; And it was cold out there so I'd invited him in to warm on the couch.&nbsp; We'd got to talking, and he was same as always: curious, caring, unshakable.&nbsp; Always good to me.&nbsp; But, well, he's got all that junk just hanging out, yeah?&nbsp; And I'd gone and gotten pretty wet from much too much glancing at it.&nbsp; Shouldn'tve, I know.&nbsp; Couldn'tve not, though.&nbsp; Guess he noticed.&nbsp; When I'd stepped into my room to swap pants for something less-soaked in the crotch, he'd followed right beind.&nbsp; Guess being a good sibling doesn't include minding his brother's bedroom door.&nbsp;&nbsp;

And 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.&nbsp; I felt him drag in breath, all that cold air through my thighs, across my cookie; it made me shiver all the way down.&nbsp; Then that warm, damp huff came back the other way, up and into me, and made me itch so bad.

"Ya gonna tell me, or keep on mewling?"

I wasn't mewling.&nbsp; I wasn't!&nbsp; He sniffed again, and I moaned.&nbsp;&nbsp;

One thing they'd not made clear with my new gear - I didn't know when my first season was gonna hit.&nbsp; Or how hard.&nbsp; I'd woken up that morning thinking it was just a horny day.&nbsp; Then he'd walked in and I'd smelled him, and oh did he smell!&nbsp; Maybe ferals have a rough time scrubbing their undercarriage, or something?&nbsp; Or he just doesn't bother, and lets it all stew.&nbsp;&nbsp;

So, 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.&nbsp; And there was more to that reek than ever before - deeper, wider, richer.&nbsp; Like sniffing him that one time years ago, back when I didn't know what to do with it, and neither did he.&nbsp; But now, now!&nbsp; The whole room swam with him.&nbsp; And I knew what it was for, what he'd do.&nbsp; That beating mound between my legs wanted it more than anything.&nbsp; And from how that drooling rod filled out after he'd come in, I couldn't imagine he was thinking any different.&nbsp;&nbsp;

He sniffed me again, long and deep.&nbsp; Then his jaws parted between my legs, just a little, and I felt his tongue.&nbsp; It caught me like a striking viper, planted its pronged kiss right on what I guess was now my proper clit.&nbsp;&nbsp;

I hissed out, "O-o-oh, ffffuuuck meeee...!"&nbsp;&nbsp;

He rumbled words, and through his tongue they came up into me.&nbsp; "I'm gonna."&nbsp;&nbsp;

"That's not what-"&nbsp; But I didn't get to finish.&nbsp; He stuffed his tongue the rest of the way up my breeding hole, packed me fuller than any toy I'd tried.&nbsp; I wish I could say I snarled with pleasure.&nbsp; Hah!&nbsp; I squeaked.&nbsp;&nbsp;

He said something else into my cookie - I couldn't hear him, but it felt dirty.&nbsp; His tongue pressed harder, bunched up even more inside me.&nbsp; He spoke again, and it made me quiver head to toe.&nbsp; Still didn't understand a word, but, well... I still understood.&nbsp;&nbsp;

My legs were jelly, my insides clamped, my hips rocked up and down.&nbsp; I didn't know if I was tryna to shove him out, or tease him further in.&nbsp; He was going with in.&nbsp; His tongue was so warm, so wet; I must've been just as warm and wet on him.&nbsp; He curved himself under me, tipped his jaws up; then he pressed in hard, lifted me to my toes, made me screech.&nbsp; Gods, oh fucking gods!&nbsp;&nbsp;

And then he pulled back, pulled out, and that length of tongue unwinding from inside me.&nbsp; My knees gave, I almost dropped right there, but caught my claws into the wall and hung to it for dear life.&nbsp; My cookie beat hot against much-cooler air.&nbsp; I was sure I was dripping.

Behind me, beneath me, he huffed and smacked his lips.&nbsp; Then, almost a purr, "I like ya this way."&nbsp;&nbsp;

Maybe 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.&nbsp; And in that moment, more sure than I'd ever felt since I'd taken the plunge, I also liked me this way.&nbsp;&nbsp;

And the more I thought about it, the more I knew, "I like you this way,&nbsp; too."

He purred.&nbsp; No, not quite.&nbsp; It was a deeper noise, a wanting one.&nbsp; I wasn't sure what he meant by it.&nbsp; So he told me.&nbsp; "Ya want more o' me, this way?"

Shoulda said no.&nbsp; I knew enough to be scared of where this'd go if I didn't say it.&nbsp; Just one sensible, sane word, and it'd be over.&nbsp; But I was so much more scared of where this wouldn't go if I did.&nbsp;&nbsp;

He raised a forepaw to the wall next to me.&nbsp; I said nothing.&nbsp; He did the other.&nbsp; I kept silent.&nbsp; Then step by step he walked his front up the wall, and his hindquarters followed forward to my rear.&nbsp; I felt it slap my back - his drakehood, long and warm and so, so wet.&nbsp; It twitched, it throbbed, it squirted onto the rear of my shirt.&nbsp; My insides were tryna do the same.&nbsp;&nbsp;

I needed him to know before this went further, "I'm not female."

"Good," he growled right back, "I ain't straight."&nbsp;&nbsp;

He stank of... had to be rut.&nbsp; Not that I smelled any better.&nbsp; It itched so bad down there.&nbsp; I squirmed against him, against his breeder.&nbsp; Couldn't hold it in.&nbsp; My tail went up for him, and spilled all that heat out between my legs.&nbsp;&nbsp;

I heard him sniff, I heard him rumble.&nbsp; Deep, low.&nbsp; His full weight pressed me, pinned me, a quarter-ton of muscle and shining scale.&nbsp; He rocked his hips, dragged the belly of his shaft down my back.&nbsp; Big.&nbsp; Fat.&nbsp; Ready.&nbsp; I'd seen it like that, a few times.&nbsp; Never imagined I'd want it in me.&nbsp; Never imagined just how bad.&nbsp; Never imagined he'd do it.&nbsp; I squirmed more.

He grunted, he humped.&nbsp; His tip squashed against my cookie, but didn't go in.&nbsp; Too much to fit.&nbsp; But I couldn't help myself; I arched, mewled, pushed back against him.&nbsp; That made my slit give, just a little.&nbsp; The tip of his bulb peeked in.&nbsp;&nbsp;

I felt his heartbeat, felt him shudder with pleasure, felt a warm splash of pre force into my hole.&nbsp; He brought a forepaw down to my belly, gripped me there, hefted me up.&nbsp; My toes left the ground.&nbsp; He thrust again, firmer, pressed me against the wall.&nbsp; My entrance gave a little more.&nbsp;&nbsp;

It was my first time.&nbsp; I didn't know what to do, what I could do, if I even needed to do anything.&nbsp; But he kept going, kept working me open around his bulging flare.&nbsp; And then, at last, a hard thrust forced it through, and slowly - so gloriously slowly - the rest of him packed in.&nbsp; It was so much thicker than his tongue.&nbsp;&nbsp;

He stretched my mound, forced my thighs even wider 'round him.&nbsp; But it was too much, too long; I couldn't take him to his hilt.&nbsp; He bottomed out not even halfway - it stuffed my belly, made me fat and heavy.&nbsp; Like I was full of his eggs.&nbsp;&nbsp;

And then he started to rut.&nbsp;&nbsp;

Out, then in, then out, then in.&nbsp; His flare scratched everywhere that itched.&nbsp; I gasped and moaned an trilled out loud to the drumbeat of his thrusts.&nbsp; They weren't gentle, they weren't rough, but firm and steady, a rhythm of purpose.&nbsp; Then they came faster.&nbsp; Then a little more.&nbsp; I couldn't pretend what that purpose was.

He was mating me.&nbsp; He was mating me!&nbsp; My brother, plunging in and out of my cunt, my heat.&nbsp; A horny beast, a rutting animal, working himself up to...

I gripped his paw on my belly, felt that pistoning bulge he made in me.&nbsp; It felt even bigger than he already was.&nbsp; My fingers followed his heaving down to its source, to my muff where his breeder went in.&nbsp; I touched it, touched him, felt his beating organ soaked with my honey as much as his own pre.&nbsp;&nbsp;

My insides were going tight around him, and everywhere else too.&nbsp; I curled, fingers and toes, tongue and tail, and everything in between.&nbsp; It was too much, too new.&nbsp; I didn't know what to do, what was gonna happen, how to stop it.&nbsp; He had to wait, to stop, or he was gonna make me pop.&nbsp;&nbsp;

"Slow... down," I gasped, "Pull out-!"&nbsp;&nbsp;

"Ferals," he snarled, "don't."&nbsp;&nbsp;

His ruttings came harder.&nbsp; He held them in, drove me to the wall, made me climb it.&nbsp; I caught a flash of his muzzle above - fangs out, tongue hanging, drool from its tips.&nbsp; His hips below shook and shuddered with each thrust.&nbsp; And then it hit me.&nbsp; I was in heat.&nbsp; He wasn't wearing a condom.&nbsp; No pill, nothing.&nbsp; He was just gonna cum.&nbsp; He was gonna do it in me.&nbsp; My brother was gonna cum in me.&nbsp;&nbsp;

Everything got fuzzy.&nbsp; I wanted to squirm, I wanted to run, I wanted to jump out of my scales.&nbsp; But my belly, my cookie - they clutched him, squeezed it out of him.&nbsp; He was all I could feel.&nbsp; Not my claws, not my tail.&nbsp; Him.&nbsp; I grabbed his mane, begged him, screamed.&nbsp; Barely even words:&nbsp; Do it!&nbsp; DO IT!

His jaws came down on my neck and shut me up.&nbsp; I felt him shudder, head to hips to flare.&nbsp; I felt him bloat between my thighs.&nbsp; I felt the swell pass into my belly.&nbsp; I felt the heat bud at his tip.&nbsp; It pulsed, it shot into me.&nbsp; Then another, then another.&nbsp; His heat spread up and down; he filled me, every inch, all the way back to my cookie.&nbsp; I felt it on my rumplips, spilling out from inside.&nbsp; It ran down my legs, splattered my toes.&nbsp;&nbsp;

His hips jerked.&nbsp; More beats, more spurts.&nbsp; But they came slower, farther apart.&nbsp; He dragged in a deep breath.&nbsp; One more hump, one more pump.&nbsp; And then he let out a long long and shuddering sigh.&nbsp;&nbsp;

His middle sagged agaisnt me, his grip on me relaxed.&nbsp; My toes reached the floor.&nbsp; He walked his fores down the wall, setting me slowly down.&nbsp; But my legs were jelly, and even my knees.&nbsp; Only his shaft kept me off the ground.&nbsp; Then his forepaw came again to my belly, cupped me to him, held me up.&nbsp; He rumbled softly to me, turned us to my bed, and ambled over with me in tow.&nbsp;&nbsp;

The sheets were softer than they should've been.&nbsp; He laid me down, and himself at my side.&nbsp; I sprawled out, much as I could with my limbs still tingling and his thing still in me.&nbsp; Everything was buzzing, humming.&nbsp; It was, it was... nice.&nbsp;&nbsp;

I'd just fucked my brother - or, well, he'd just fucked me - and it felt nice?&nbsp; Gods, I'd just gone into heat, and he'd pumped a big load right up into me.&nbsp; Couldn't imagine he'd not just knocked me up with my first clutch.&nbsp;&nbsp;

Still, with his paw around me, his rod still in me, beating with the rhythm of his heart...&nbsp; It felt right.&nbsp; He tucked me to him.&nbsp; I reached up to his neck, slipped my fingers into his mane, pulled his muzzle to mine.&nbsp; He licked my snout.&nbsp; I kissed him back.&nbsp; His jaws were so big.&nbsp; He parted them, just enough to take my embrace.&nbsp; I felt his breeder twitch, a small spurt of leftover seed.&nbsp; I loved it.&nbsp; I loved him.&nbsp;&nbsp;

It was terrifying.&nbsp; It was wonderful.&nbsp; New year, new me.&nbsp; New us.&nbsp;

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