# Teachings of the fun kind

Author: Sorambit
Tags: Dinosaur, Feathers, First Time, Forest, Hryssar, Lithulraptor, M/M, Mating, Orgasm, Raptor, Rimjob, Rimming, Sorambit, Tongue, Utahraptor

#1 of Sensual displays

Took a little while, but hope it was worth the wait from me uploading this unwittingly a few weeks ago. Enjoy!

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Speckles of light had finally made it past the protective layer of foliage onto his partly  
open eyes. Gleaming off the hazy lids for a few moments before the dusty plumage on  
his tail swept wide and spread dirt in a wide arc, covering his entire snout in an effort to  
'turn off the sun' for a little while longer... Even if it only bought him enough time to  
switch from laying on his left side to his right and stick his head into a raspberry bush to  
buy some more time to sleep. Something he normally never did.

Normally he would be wide awake before the sun would even peak over the large  
mountains. But what changed today was the fact he could never fall asleep after an  
adrenalin rush that caused him to never wake up to first sun. While the rest of the pack  
was making their morning rounds. Be it gnaw on the leftover meat on a bone holding  
marrow. Or even being groomed and like many, removing the by products of the bloody  
meats and water from a clear stream. He had the pleasure of waking up to checking on  
last nights wounds from a friendly fight with the one he hunted with. A painful reminder  
of how sharp the hunters teeth are.

What was the motivation? Females were within days of going into season, and he had  
a plethora of wounds on his neck that was from the last few fights. But that wasn't what  
made the array of wounds sting, no the fact that he was beaten by his would have been  
mate. The females were each looking for a large strong male for a mate. One who  
would pass down traits that would make their children even better hunters as well as  
stronger to bring back many meals to feed their families, or at least win in mock fights  
for the first picks of organs. A chance less joke was what it was to the Lithulraptor.  
Primarily since he was always one of the ones who couldn't get a mate each season,  
and his size didn't make things much easier to do so as well. Not with the competition  
he had at least... he could never compete in anything less than hoping to be smart and  
fast enough to beat one of the Utahraptors for the claim of a female. Each year trying  
out a new trick he felt would give him an edge. Yet he was amongst a different breed.  
The younglings he saw hatch were near his size already... Soon of age to be  
competition and who he may have to compete against. Especially when there were  
three he knew the father.

Yet having a friend to spar with helped to a certain degree. Since neither wanted to  
harm the other, Ezial often found himself laying on top of the smaller raptor and  
proclaiming himself the victor by biting down on the neck of his friend. Offering  
suggestions such as using his lengthy tail, or better yet, his smaller size and bash up  
against the legs a bit more to topple them. Then after licking each others wounds clean.  
Hryssar needing a bit longer most of the time. But yet each time they sparred seemed to  
show some improvement. But simply walking around challenging males was a harsh  
lesson to learn how to improve with higher risks; Sure he won respect from other males,  
but only a winner got an egg that they can sire.

Next he tried to just put himself on display and has a scar on his tail to show for it.  
Ezial had let him win a challenge, only to get the one who admired that he would make  
himself throw a fight for his friend. While she bit down on his tail hard enough that drew  
a steady stream of blood and a yelp that flat out humiliated him.

Behind him, like always was a brother in both spirit and bond. Ezial. Standing a good  
neck and head taller at the hip, with a muscled frame that could make the lithulraptor  
look like a discolored hatchling; Yet the utahraptor was adorned in brilliant light blue  
feathers with deep ocean blue stripes along his spine. A subject of prime example that  
any female would fight over. Especially when one looked at his larger sheath between  
his legs. But he did lack much of the visual 'flair' that was present on his smaller,  
hatchling known, friend as well. A self worn trophy of raiding a human settlement that  
was never quite understood.

He walked casually a step away before lowering his head to ground level, his tail idly  
swaying back and forth behind him. Stepping slightly forward for a few firm nudges to  
the green feathered stomach and then moved back two small steps. Looking at the  
other pull his legs in closer to his body and ball up more in reaction. With his Head still  
bowed down and tail hiked up in a position that kept him from falling forward and putting  
himself to sleep; The smile all to obvious on his lips as a throaty bark was let out.  
Sounding a.mixture of a honk and a yelp. "Hey, Its a big day for you. I hope you are  
ready for something that we used to do!" He spoke with his large throat and chest to  
add a serious nature to it to threaten the other to get up. His Breath still stained with a  
successful hunt. The proof was all around with gnawed bones, and full stomachs for the  
both of them. Then he playfully shook the bush with his thick head to create a heavy  
rustling sound that couldn't be tuned out at all.

Muttering out a confused mix of a hiss and a growl, the lithulraptor made his way to his  
feet in time to begin grumbling to himself. His claws going up to dust off his head, tail,  
and to remove some of the dust along his green feathered body. And then checked to  
make sure his silver bracers were still in order while sneaking in a few stretches to  
His hack legs and as while he was at it. The silver bands were linked together by small  
chains as if for detecting wind with the cloth that they use to hold. On the band furthest  
from his body on his tail, a trio of long blue feathers also were put in the band on his leg  
as well. Two facing outwards, with one pointing towards him. With the ones on his tail  
mirroring those on his thigh with two pointing towards his hips, and one pointed to the  
very tip of his tail. All six of them came Directly From the small 'wings' that they both  
had. And easy way to symbolize that the larger raptor would always be there in some  
way or form.

With an exhausted and grumpy tone, he spoke as he turned to face Ezial. "What makes  
it so big? And we are no longer hatchlings. I doubt it can work now that your so much  
larger than me." His nose narrowed to smaller slits a he inhaled. Flaring a little on his  
soft exhale as he gave the other raptor some tine to lead him in on his idea for the day.  
Wasn't either of their hatch days either.

"Its big because tgeres a surprise. Something that I think may also have a few mates for  
you to call your own..." Near immediately did Hryssar seem to awake fully. Attention and  
wonder filling his large green eyes. "First, you and I will go out to the lake. Then go and  
figure out how to get you to look attractive enough for one of the many females out  
there. I can't stand to see you slink off and hide when they are all taken. Not for another  
year. With some males with more than one. Or two..." He added in softly. He hadn't  
much choice given how proud his father was of him. " You have whats needed but you  
don't know what to do with them." a short glance over at the reproductive vent on the  
front of the jutting sheath of his friend before looking up again.

Interrupting his friend, Hryssar let out a thick growl. He did not want to be reminded  
about that year where even by process of males available being outweighed by females  
and then even with those odds not be able to get one to at least lift her tail up and  
branch out her right leg for him. And then also said that he was too inexperienced to  
mate correctly even if he did manage to get lucky.

Undaunted by the growl, Ezial spoke on. "I hate to say it. But if it isn't happening this  
time around, you may never be able to get one in our pack. The young are close to  
being matured enough to be part of it all. My own about to as well; So I may have to try  
and help you get into another pack so that you can have a family or a mate of your  
own... Just know that I am just telling you. And you have nothing to worry about. Ezial  
spoke bashfully as he tried to let it out easily. But his eyes looked away to the dirt  
concave crater of a bed, just to avoid locking eyes to show his desperation on how  
much he needed to get everything absolutely perfect. As with not wanting to try and  
explain that if no female wants him for what he was... That he would be removed for the  
sake of the tribe that he was asked personally by the elders to mention.

Taken by surprise at the words, and how quickly he didn't want to look eye to eye was  
enough to spike his heart rate in worry. "Ezial! You know I wouldn't be able to get into  
another pack! You must help me! Let us catch a large moose or something and then I  
could bring it back. Say that I was the one who killed it alone. And with no aid from you  
at all... Surely that would be enough to impress them!" Hryssar fleetingly spoke before  
walking out of the small brush he made his bed near. Muttering hisses and growls that  
rivaled the thick fissures in the soil his large toes made.

Holding back the urge follow right after, letting the other get sone time to himself. The  
Utahraptor stood his ground while drooping his head down low. Thinking to himself; He  
knew the limited options. But it was easier to teach than to relocate. And perhaps a  
female could decide that she likes the color blue and the plumage of the others tail.' I  
could have prevented this from happening. I have to... But how?' he thought. Soon he  
began to look up. A small idea that was tempting hatched. He could try and ask a very  
high favor in return but asking a few females to consider him and just put on a show...  
Give his brother a chance at least. Even if it didn't need any attached strings. That was  
the only thing he could to to improve his friends chances. And if that didn't work, he  
could spread a rumor about how Hryssar performed while trading sex for a meal. Say that he could  
make a deer drop her tongue in bliss before he was even done. Which could work as  
well...

A small chance that was what he needed more than anything else. As he would gladly  
leave the tribe as well to stay with his friend if it boiled down to it. Especially when one  
considered that neither of them were at all near being called an alpha hunter that could  
hunt solo. But they were together for everything except many nights. More of a survival  
thing than anything else. But he also had to stay as well because he was bound to a family of his own.

Casting nearly all his thoughts aside, Ezial began to walk out of the brush before picking  
up a pace that his long legs would be just about at a galloping jog; Yet, to him, he gently  
walked. Easily spotting the wide arched tail and plumage that was his friends tail.  
Perhaps the only being besides a bird who had that much green feathers, metal bands  
on his leg, and the tell tale sign of discomfort and worry. The other was going to need  
work. And he hoped he saw enough and picked up a thing or two each year... Otherwise his idea  
would be painful to endure.

Stepping closer, Ezial slowed his pace drastically. And as his large head snaked  
forward, his tongue extended to give a tender lick along his friends neck. Tasting left  
over blood from a wound delivered by him as he and Hryssar fought for what ended up  
was the liver of small elk.

" If I could suggest. Now I mean this. But perhaps its because you don't know how to  
mate. Your smaller and inexperienced so that would hurt your chances alone. But  
before your jaw drops, let me teach you." as he spoke without faltering, he gave an  
encouraging nudge to the smaller bird of prey.

" You can't mean it! Males mating one another is hatchling games!" Hryssar blurted out.  
Looking the utahraptor in the eyes until he knew be meant it. And to figure out it wasn't  
mating, it was teaching. Or at least something for Ezial to show he is bigger yet again.  
Turning tail and lifting it up to where he showed off his sheath, sever small blue feathers  
laid flat along it. Even with the flat feathers, the testicular bumps were still visible in his  
almost perfect taint. Higher up stretched out his anal slit. A light creamy blue area of  
skin with a few outward bending feathers. Resting in between three well muscled limbs.  
And with a slightly seducing tone and his head turned just enough to force to other to  
look at his tailvent, he spoke." Do I look like I mean it?"

The blue feathered raptor spread out his legs to provide a better view to the more than  
enthralled raptor who crept closer. " Pretend i am a female. One who chose you for a  
mate. While I am not ripe for you, you must help my body want to take you and you  
alone. To have my eggs bear our offspring. I need you to do what you feel would work.  
Like you wanted to breed me." finishing off with a light growl he often gave while getting  
him and his mate in the mood for sex, he was waiting to begin.

While neither was aroused yet. Hryssar more confused, he did allow. Little imagination  
to play in, making it difficult to prevent his head from inching closer to where a tail  
should be and cover. The nature of it was so taboo that mate it so exotic.

Letting out the rest of his lungs in a single puff of air, nostrils flaring just inches away  
from the tail slit, the subtle musk drawing into his lungs. It wasn't so bad as it would of  
been imagined. But it held a slight accent of spice and grass, as well as the calming  
odor rising off any portion of Ezial's body. While it lacked the sweet nutty aspect of it  
from a female in heat, the substitute was close. But another deep inhale brought his  
nose even closer. The moment of truth as he felt that he could continue. With a deep  
filling of his lungs, his head clouded up to where he was able to gather enough courage  
to proceed.

Extending out a thick fleshy tongue to begin at the bottom most portion of the light blue  
taint. Touching the feathers ever so slightly before retreating back into its toothy home.  
Quickly pulling back with it the rounded snout and crested skull. Trailing from the near firm, yet soft extension of the males groin was a string of saliva that broke before stretching far. Thin and watery if anything. But it did little to draw him back.

" You can do it. It is alright." A soft voice spoke out. Ezial turning around shortly to send  
a reassuring lick along his friends neck. "It is just us. And I won't even let my mate know  
of this. And if I tell her, I promise you the livers every time. Without a fight." Giving a light  
smile and a second quick lick along the feather covered artery leading up and down the  
neck. He then turned and swung his tail up again. Showing off his light purple hole for  
his friend. His head looking vack to offer an encouraging smile.

"I will hold you on that." He spoke quickly as he breathed out and in deeply. Tongue  
pushing out of his cracked muzzle until it made contact with the concealed opening.  
Gently feeling around with his fleshy tongue to figure out his limitations of where he  
could lick at the placement of his head taking a few attempts to find one that let him  
prod at the tightly clentching ring. It seemed alien to do this. For one trying to get a hole  
warning and pleading no entry. While the other tried to relax, but was stuck in a conflict  
of his own. But for an area that seemed like it should have been foul and nose cringing  
was nothing what he thought it should have been. And the taste seemed to further prove  
that.

Running the very tip of his tongue lightly to graze the soft skin. Nose lifting up the bent  
tail to give more access as he made love to the outer flesh with his moist organ. Making  
it damp quickly as the saliva had nowhere to go but to dribble down to the ever firming  
sheath. Fighting with the resistant ring with a strain; At least before he felt the actual  
ring itself part from its own need for a break of tension. His tongue wiggled like a snake  
forcing its way into a mouse hole. The hole much to small and dry to allow him to get  
anywhere.

More force of habit, the utahraptor gave out a few encouraging snorts and hisses.  
Shifting his stance as a few drips of spit ran down along his sheath. To him it was a  
strange taboo. It was wrong in so many ways, but there was no denying that it felt like  
an itch was being scratched after having to ignore it a while. Soft, warm, and gently  
exotic.

But while his mind tried to deny the sensations. The body was showing its own sign of  
approval by letting a deep moan that resonated through his throat. His own cock  
hardening before it was even out of its slit. A slight curve upwards and a bright magenta  
coloration with several darker veins lining the base. It was a good muzzle length, and  
lightly tapered to a thicker base. They had hardly begun, but the forbidden is a strange  
fruit.

Finding the experience well himself, Hryssar began the steady work of pushing his  
tongue into the tight ring. Kneading the inner muscle like a dough. Gentle yet firm  
pressure spreading out the ring. Using his teeth to gently spread the water resitant  
feathers from his target; While arms moved to help keep the tail lifted up high. Gently  
pressing his claws into the skin in a cupping fashion. Pulling back to push his muzzle  
into the nether flesh.

Like eating a peach inside out, the fleshy tongue went in and scraped at the edges and  
eventually finding the seed buried in the succulent flesh. Pressing his tongue against it  
sent a shock in the blue colored raptor. A guttural moan leaving him as an enjoyable  
sensation rocked into his sheath. Spurring on his smaller pack-mate to do it again. The  
next brush of the tongue making his shaft surge and drool out a string of pre that tried to  
connect to the grass.

Had he of known how good this would have been, he would have done this ages ago.  
And not just for curiosity either. He could imagine how it must be to be an actual female  
and his friend were to be using his tongue in a fashion that would have made him wetter  
than he already was. Was this how it was felt each year?

But that was hardly comparable to when the tongue drove deeper in, at its limits  
unfortunately. But on its worm like departure, it tried to pull out the prostate in as weak  
of a way as it could be done with a soft appendage. The added pressure made his  
hardened length surge up stronger than before an orgasm. His feet digging at the  
ground and curling in. His eyes half closed as he gave out lengthy moans each time the  
pressure jabbed him in the right spot...

But mere moments after slathering his own tongue with saliva again. Moistening it for  
re-entry. Light teasing wiggles brought few wet slurping sounds. the ring finally letting its  
worry fade from the intruder. Pleasure and acceptance making the warm and wet  
muscle loosen up for it to enter and leave freely. Or at least if the timing didn't line up  
with a droplet of pre being squeezed out and the utahraptor pulling his head out and  
clenching from the buildup.

Battering the inner ring to gently tease the very beginning of the passage, Hryssar  
quickly added his thickening saliva to both the surrounding feathers, his own nose and  
dripping chin, as well as having Ezial truly slick for any penetration. Each time his  
tongue went in and rubbed the base of the prostate. He was being mated with the  
tongue of another!

A cry left him as he was on the edge before pulling away. He couldn't go over the  
peak like that he just couldn't... But he was held fast. The claws pushing in and a light  
growl left hryssar as he pushed his tongue in as deep as he could. Wriggling it to send a  
rhythmic motion over the sensitive ball of nerves. And before he could react, Ezial was  
clamping down on his tongue and bucking his hips as he rolled over the peak. His lungs  
emptying into the air as he gave a loud roar into the forest. Echoing with each spurt of  
his cum. A pearly white that was potent and was guaranteed to impregnate his mate  
with a fertile egg. Thick and stringy, he and the small puddle staining the grass under  
him was connected for a long while before he was let go just enough from the other.

"Wait Hry!" Stepping away from the smaller raptor, Ezial quickly turned around to show  
his appreciation with a tongue resting out of his mouth and him finally able to relax his  
feet from their ball up. He could think all that straight with his clouded mind. A smile  
cracking out wider from both the lingering afterglow, and that his closest friend looked  
like he were trying to be a boogeyman with his tongue drooping out of his mouth.  
"Where did you learn that?" he had to ask the other.

"You pick up on things when your forced to watch others mate year after year. Plus it is  
like a peach. you can enjoy it more when you try and scoop out the seed and let your  
tongue hollow it out." He replied.

"i need to start eating fruit again!" he exclaimed proudly As he walked himself to the  
side of Hryssar, both facing opposite directions, he made a light flick up of his tail. "Now  
for this part. Now that I am prepped. And sated for now..." Moving his head down, he  
only saw a small magenta tip out of the triangular sheath. Enough to work with at least  
as thats the part that needed to get in, and if the sheath and tail vent didn't line up, then  
it would cause many complications for normal mating.

A light bow of his head rose out a slight shame in having to admit, "You know your always going to be bigger than me. I think we decided that four seasons  
ago." 

"Six actually. And I am bigger than you in all ways." He muttered softly before speaking again. "

But this part I need you to just figure out the position. your tongue is a lot different than your mating tool. My mate would never let me hear the end of it if she  
smelled you in me. But I don't think I want to be unable to make sure an egg hatches."  
Shaking his head at the thought of that explanation and offering for her silence was not  
on his to do list.

"You mean for me to mount you but not as well?" The long feathers twisted to the right  
as he tilted his head to think. But he didn't get mush time to think of an alternative as  
Ezial swayed his thick tail to the right for him. Exposing small strings of saliva that  
webbed out from his tail hole and tail base. The ring gleaming as the wind rustles the hanging trees to wave light onto them. 

"I am roughly a females size. And if you can't even get things to line up, then I couldn't  
know how else to do this. But hop up and we can figure it out from there. Except have  
some self control... I have no desire to be marked as your mate."

"I wouldn't think of it... although you do keep mentioning your mate... I thought we were  
meant to be with a different female every year." Asking weakly as he lined himself  
behind Ezial.

"Hryssar. Did you ever think that her and i have been with each other a few times  
already that I would care to see our children grow strong. I know that they have strong  
traits so thats the only reason why I am here right now. If this doesn't work. and my  
mate can't spread the word about you knowing how to mate properly. Well my children  
would be in the group. And next year they would be nearly your size. Larger even."  
Stopping himself there before he could brag on about his offspring.

"So why couldn't your mate do any of this?" he asked with a slight close of his eyes. His  
tone mellow for where he was looking.

"Think I would tell her about this? I was going to tell her that you did this to a female  
deer who offered it in exchange for its life and I watched with a smile." Grinning widely  
at how he was going to pass this off was something he had planned out at least. His  
slowly retreating cock pulsing with his falling heart rate. The creamy white beaded line  
swinging with each pulse.

The utahraptor spread his legs out and lowered his head closer to the ground. forcing  
his tail to lift up high to show himself shamelessly to the lithulraptor. His feet squeezing  
tightly into the ground as he braced for the others weight. Looking over his left flank to  
give a lusty growl.

Nothing had to tell the eager male twice on what to do here. Jumping up and gripping  
both of the extended legs with his feet. A heavy grip that pulled him forwards to try and  
get an anchor on the larger males shoulder and neck. That was one major problem with  
the size differences. As much as Hryssar pulled himself up, he couldn't establish the  
one thing that would hold him in place for mating... He couldn't even get his hips to line  
up.

Giving one more pull forwards. The lithulraptor managed to get himself to the point he  
was using the flaccid tip of his member to spread the watery, yet thick pre-seminal fluid  
along the saliva dampened feathers. Stable as long as he kept his lungs emptied. As he  
breathed in, his body began sliding forwards as his blood poured down into his skull.  
Ending out in a heart shattering splay. His size to his friends was pitiful, and females  
were larger than the male he tried to mount.

Looking back with a light frown, teeth showing from his lips dropping down, and his  
nose sticky. Not quite felt until he smelled it. A strong musk with a tangy crisp in his  
nose. Strong enough to force his head up to web it over his snout and near his eyes.  
Thin lines, but it was mainly right where his nose was.

The large raptor had to give a gentle chuckle. Not meaning to cause any offense, but it  
was kind of funny to see the other pull himself so much forward that he fell off. " Before  
you start losing hope, ever think that you can have them lay down? Not as normal,  
but..." the utahraptor piped in with a soft tone. Moving forward to put his legs over the  
others. His length drooping as it has gone flacid. Still drooling slightly at the tip onto his  
friends lower stomach unknowingly. " if you could do this without a female in heat filling  
my nose with her scents. Then you would make one lay on her back and beg. That I will  
put my mate and clutch on."

A feminine voice rang out, a light feeling of catching the two in a position that couldnt be  
explained. A dull blue feathered female, taller than a three year old shrub, and muscled  
enough to hold another on her hips alone. " wait until the others hear about this!" her  
passing chucking throaty warbles sent only a shared wide eyed, and audible swallow to  
both the males. So much for a female deer. And just how loud he must have been...

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