{"sf1_id":690837,"sf2_id":null,"title":"The Family Name: Part One","author":"Losstride","words":1136,"posted_at":"2014-04-09T06:05:00.000Z","tags":["BDSM","Dragon","Gay","Incest","No-Yiff","eastern dragon","femboy"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/690837-the-family-name-part-one","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/690837","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=690837\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"The Family Name:\nPart One\nXiaohua sat in front of her mirror, and used her favorite coral\ncomb to pull her long, purple mane back into a wave pattern. Her\nblunted claws worked in tandem with the comb to fix every strand of\nthe silky hair into place, just like her brother would want it. He\nwould be arriving home today, and that meant that she would be\nrequired to perform their personal ritual like all of the other times\nhe returned. She let a low sigh escape from between her lips. She\nsuspected that her father, the Emperor, would soon find out what his\nprogeny had been up to, and he would most certainly not look\nfavorably upon the situation. The dragoness finished putting the pins\nin to keep her hair fixed in a small knot, rose from her cushion in\nfront of the vanity mirror, and walked towards her closet. A servant\nstood ready to help her dress, but she waved him off. Once she was\ncertain that the witness was gone she pulled back a mat from the\nfloor to reveal a set of stairs, and descended downwards into the\ndarkness. A quick puff of her breath lit a lantern at the bottom to\nreveal her real closet in the orange glow of the lamp. \"Home...\"\nHer forepaws reached out to pass a hand over the flowing silk of a\ndozen dresses. Each one was made of the finest silk by a tongueless\nweaver who could not reveal who had ordered them, or who they were\nfor. She dismissively removed the plain robe that she had been\nwearing up until this point. It fluttered forgotten to the floor\nwhile she selected something more appropriate for this evening's\nactivities. Her hands lighted upon a blue robe decorated with green\nlilies and several orange fish of foreign origin. The dragon began\nthe difficult process of putting on the robe herself. It was a\ncomplicated matter for a long, feral dragon to do so without the\nassistance of a servant without the cloth disgracefully touching the\nfloor. The soft material settled across the lithe, green-scaled back\nlike a blanket. She carefully stepped a foreleg into one sleeve, and\nthen the other. Her ten foot long middle section lifted upwards so\nshe could cross the sides, and tie the ribbon to hold the entire\npackage together. Her yellow eyes looked over her form in the\npolished mirror. It was to her liking, but his tastes mattered more\nin this case.The\nEastern beauty emerged from the hidden wardrobe, returned to her\nchambers, and set a sign upon the door that she was not to be\ndisturbed by any of her personal servants. She could not afford to be\nseen by anyone at this point. To do so would be to compromise her\nsocial status in a fatal manner. She did risk glancing from her\nbalcony out across the city to check for the telltale plume of dust\nraised by approaching armies. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw\nthat one was present. Brother would be home soon, and ripe with that\ndelightful musk he always carried after a successful campaign in the\nfields. Along with it he would carry that desperate need he always\ngot after being so long without her presence. Her duty was to sate\nit. He had made that clear at every moment throughout their\nchildhood. She was not good for doing much else. He had also made\nthat fact known to her time and time again when he surpassed her in\nevery activity. The only things she could do better were womanly\nactivities such as cooking, cleaning, and providing her body for his\npersonal amusement. A shameful blush brought a glow to her facial\nscales as she thought back on how she did not particularly mind him\nbeing superior. He would most certainly take the throne after father\nand mother passed on to join their ancestors. Xiaohua\ncould\nonly hope to.... Now was not the time to consider that. She still had\nthings to prepare.A\nwooden bowl was laid down next to a red sheet of cotton cloth. She\nnudged the bolt of cloth with her snout to roll it out and create a\ncanvas upon which they would paint their romance. The dragoness made\ncertain that the water was pure, and placed a cloth next to it. A\nshudder traveled down her long spine as she remember the last time\nclaws had raked through her thin scales. Cleaning up the blood from\nthe floorboards before anyone could notice took her all night. She\nwould be prepared this time. It was not really the cleaning that\nbothered her, but the fact that he had been so violent last time. He\nhad never outright harmed her during previous rituals. Pain had been\npresent, but it really only served as a form of atonement for what\nthey were committing themselves to. She craned her neck back to look at the\nscars on her rear hip from the wound. Mother had noticed them at\ndinner once, but Xiaohua had brushed off her inquiries by stating\nthat she had been cut by rocks while swimming. She was not certain if\nMother had believed her or had seen through the ruse. Either way, not\nanother word was spoken about it.Wind\nchimes let loose their gentle melody as a breeze picked up. Dusk was\nsetting, and her brother's forces would soon be home. The usual\nceremonies would take place, a small parade would go through the\nstreets, and then he would ascend the stairs to her room to claim his\ntrue victory. The dragoness neatly kneeled upon the crimson sheet,\nbut had to stop halfway down. She trembled a bit in anticipation, and\ngazed at the thing that her brother hated so much. A draconic penis\nhad poked out against the material of her robe, and a bit of precum\nwas blotting the silk. A male anatomically, she knew that her flesh\nwas useless for anything. Shuí Kòngzhì's shaft was much larger,\nand would be the only one to pass on the royal seed to some chosen\nconcubine or a daughter of a foreign Emperor. Xiaohua clawed at\nthe ground in jealousy. While she could carry his prideful spear and\nhis hot lifegiving serum inside her male body, she was unable to\ncarry his child like a true female. In the end, she was truly useless\nto her brother as anything but a sextoy. His sister was no better to\nhim than a common street whore. A tear rolled down her cheek. It\ndangled on the edge of her chin for a brief moment, and then dripped\nonto the ground as the first fireworks erupted into the night sky.\n\"Brother, make tonight swift,\" she pleaded to an empty room."}