Kobicha was sleeping so deeply. An entire day on the wing was  exhausting, particularly in the thinner air at the higher elevations between mountains. His bulk was a lot to keep in the air even with his big wings. His troop had taken to the air at dawn. It was well past sunset when they glided down to their own little glen. 

A crotch between three slopes held a small, blue lake. Countless years had accumulated enough soil that the lake was surrounded by lush green grasses and a few stray trees. The rocky slopes surrounding it made the site of little note for anything beyond a quick drink stop. It was the perfect location for Sidewinder to arrange a little hideaway burrow east of the mountains. 

Even the deepest sleep couldn’t keep Kobicha from rousing as a hot tongue dragged across his slit. Heat, and slickness. Sidewinder’s tongue left behind a thin sheen of saliva, hot but rapidly cooling. It was renewed by another lick. The forked tip teased at the thin line where the lips of Kobicha’s slit met. One tine, then the other. Then both, swirling back and forth. Sidewinder’s skill with his tongue was absurd. 

Kobicha finally lifted his wing. He gazed into the glinting, obsidian eyes staring up at him. A matching black tongue flicked in and out in greeting.

“You’re insatiable.”

“I’m not going to get any for two days. I’m getting it while I can,” Sidewinder hissed, tongue lashing across Kobicha’s slit again. 

Kobicha’s expression soured. He knew Sidewinder abhorred their troop being apart just as much as Kobicha did. But Kobicha was the Bigwings. It was his job to keep them together. He flopped his wing back down on Sidewinder

“If you’re not coming out, I’m going in.” 

Now that was truly impossible to ignore. The slick tongue felt even hotter slithering down into Kobicha’s depths, coiling around his shaft, deeper and deeper. Sidewinder’s tongue reached so ridiculously deep into Kobicha. Even coiling turn after turn around his shaft, the tines brushed so far inside him. When Sidewinder sent his tongue straight in it reached the deepest point of Kobicha’s slit with a third its ebon length still free. 

Kobicha growled, hind legs stretching and talons flexing. The tongue swirled and danced inside him, pulling free and plunging back in. A hiss escaped between Kobicha’s teeth, his tail stroking along Sidewinder’s. 

“Fine. Have it your way,” Sidewinder growled. He pushed the wing up and clambered his way up atop Kobicha. “I’ll put an egg in you.” 

Kobicha smirked and shifted to his back. One of the best aspects of being the Bigwing was his larger size. He could take either of his brothers in his fore or aft slit. Both at once when Kobicha felt particularly needy. Each of his siblings could only take half of Kobicha in their fore slits. Blackgum could take Kobciha fully in his anal vent, and Sidewinder was close to it. Never the whole thing, but close. 

Kobicha groaned eagerly as Sidewinder’s shaft traced along his under tail, over his anal vent, and pressed to his fore slit. Kobicha admired the exotic shaft between them. Onyx black like Sidewinder’s tongue. It had an upward curve to it, and the head was spade-shaped. But the most distinct quality was the snake scale-like ridges that flowed along the top of it. So very different from a MudWing’s straight, thick, blunt-tipped shaft. Even after all these years, it thrilled Kobicha every time he saw it. 

Kobicha’s back arched as the spade tip sank into him. He could feel Blackgum against his side, stubbornly trying his best to ignore them and get more sleep. Kobicha did his best to not squirm too much, but it was so hard as the hot SandWing length sunk deeper into him. He growled under his breath, talons flexing as Sidewinder hilted. The smaller dragon had mastered this little tilt of his hips, the curve of his shaft cradling Kobicha’s dormant one. Then he ground their slits together, the intense heat stroking and rocking Kobicha’s cock. A mixture of their slit fluids and copious dribbles had already made a mess of their groins and inner thighs. 

“That’s it. SandWing sandwich time.” Blackgum growled, rolling out of his curled position and stalking around.

Sidewinder began eagerly thrusting into Kobicha, all too aware he would soon be pinned and stuck with their slits pressed together. Kobicha felt a snout rooting about between their undertails. A broad tongue dragged over Kobicha’s aft slit. It swirled, lapped, and plunged in. Kobicha’s hips thrust upward, Blackgum’s muzzle thumped between undertails. Thankfully, a MudWing was far too sturdy to care about a quick muzzle smack. 

The tongue started lapping at their fore slits and Sidewinder’s cock base each time it was exposed. Kobicha would love to feel that hot spear of SandWing cock and his brother’s tongue slathering his length at the same time, but his shaft remained internal. It thickened and throbbed, making the passage even tighter for Sidewinder, but something prevented him from becoming erect when he was taking another male this way. 

The tongue migrated again. Sidewinder’s rapid thrusting, the strokes of their cocks grinding together in his slit, slowed. Sidewinder always lost focus when his anal vent was being played with. Kobicha savored the lewd sounds of thick saliva being spread on his SandWing mate’s aft slit, then the ‘squelch’ of a tongue forcing deep into him. The whimpery moan escaping Sidewinder was the perfect accent to it all. 

The humping stopped completely when Blackgum’s tongue began thrusting in and out of Sidewinder’s tail vent. Kobicha loved how Sidewinder’s cock throbbed harder inside him. Then it flexed, straining, their cocks squeezed against one another in his slit, before it relaxed and throbbed more. The SandWing came easily from his tail pipe being roughly taken while buried in another. A SandWing sandwich was always an instant orgasm on Sidewinder’s part. 

Blackgum climbed atop, snarling and puffing as his muzzle traced up along Sidewinder’s spine. A groan escaped Sidewinder as the bulk of his brothers pressed together. Despite Blackgum and Sidewinder being nearly the same size, a SandWing’s mass was nothing compared to a MudWing’s. 

“I love you.” Blackgum murmured as he settled into place. His muzzle brushed Sidewinder’s, then Kobachi’s jaw, the statement clearly for them both. The moment of tenderness was brief. Blackgum pressed down, growling and pushing. There was always a moment of tension, a moment of strain, as the blunt tip pressed to a tight vent. Then a pop and rough entry as the shaft invaded the passage that vent guarded.

Followed by an exquisite, snarling groan of Sidewinder being skewered. Blackgum’s first thrusts were slow, hard, pounding. Kobicha could feel Sidewinder’s cum pumping into him as the hard thrusts of colliding hips rocked Sidewinder’s body. 

“Good little sibs.” Kobicha hissed, kissing and nosing at both their muzzles. He rest, a solid bed for his brothers to fuck on. Even if he couldn’t get hard he could still savor the intimacy and passion. 

For a bit, at least. 

Eventually Kobicha guided the smaller dragons off him. Blackgum rolled to his side, pulling Sidewinder with him. He kept thrusting, twisting halfway around Sidewinder, exposing their undersides to Kobicha. The Bigwings quickly took advantage, leaning in to nuzzle Sidewinder’s half-hard shaft. He engulfed it, suckling and licking, causing Sidewinder’s gasped whimpers to reach a higher pitch. Then Kobicha returned the favor of Blackgum’s licks. He dragged his wide, pointed tongue over Blackgum, covering aft slit, fore slit, and the base of Blackgum’s thrusting shaft. Blackgum growled eagerly and began lapping at Sidewinder’s gaping muzzle. 

Blackgum had some serious endurance, allowing plenty of time for Kobicha to shift aside and tend to himself. The Bigwings curled and nosed around between his thighs. What a mess his mate had made. His muzzle tip dragged through the slickness, the slime coating his muzzle. Oh, how MudWings loved slime. He pushed his tongue along his scales, savoring the fluids of his brother’s passionate mating. He worked around, circling inward to his slit. A good bit of his cock had finally pushed free, messy with Sidewinder’s cum. Kobicha suckled on the end of his cock while watching his two brothers mating. 

Kobicha’s cock soon throbbed, fully erect, a good bit of Sidewinder’s cum still coating it. He rolled to his talons and climbed atop his two smaller siblings. 

“Time to clean up your mess,” he growled to his mate. 

SandWing sandwich to SandWing spitroast was a particular favorite for Kobicha. He rolled his hips, dragging his massive shaft back and forth over Sidewinder’s muzzle. He felt Blackgum lean in to steal a few licks before Kobicha lined up. Wonderfully hot lips teased the tip of Kobicha’s shaft before he thrust into the maw behind them, then down an even hotter throat. Kobicha drew back, groaning as he sunk back in, slower but stronger than Blackgum’s thrusting. 

Even as a dragonet, one of the skills Sidewinder loved to show off was swallowing something far too large for his muzzle, grinning proudly as the bulge traveled down his throat. Kobicha’s shaft was certainly too long and too thick for the SandWing’s muzzle. But it hilted all the same, an obscene bulge down along Sidewinder’s throat. His mate couldn’t quite grin during around Kobicha’s shaft, though. Sidewinder did, however, make the most beautiful, wet, ‘glk’ sort of noises as the cock pumped in and out of his throat.

Kobicha pulled back until his tip rested on Sidewinder’s tongue. It was eagerly suckled and licked while hot, steamy breaths puffed against Kobicha’s groin. Each of his siblings was perfect in their own way, each with their own specialties. Blackgum couldn’t swallow down Kobicha’s full shaft like Sidewinder could, but had the distinct advantage that Kobicha’s cock could be down his throat for almost an hour before having to pull free.

On the other talon, Sidewinder was distinctly proud that Kobicha would never last even the smallest fraction of an hour with his muzzle at play. 

Kobicha’s talons dug into the soil as he thrust back in, a firm push until the lips of Sidewinder’s muzzle were at the lips of his slit. He dipped his head, stroking his muzzle along his siblings’ tails. His thrusts were harder and faster this round, each firmly shoving Sidewinder’s muzzle to his slit. The air was full of panting, the wet sounds of mating, and the distinct scent of his siblings’ passion.

Kobicha pressed his muzzle to the tails, snarling and clawing at the floor. The pleasure of release was overwhelming. The heat and internal flexing, the immense volume of seed pumping through his shaft and into the hot, tight passage of his mate’s throat. He lifted his head and bit down at the air, his fangs clattering before a hot plume of fire burst free of his lips. He pulled back rapidly, a large shot filling Sidewinder’s mouth before his shaft was freed and landed atop Sidewinder’s muzzle. The remainder of Kobicha’s load pumped over the SandWing’s face, allowing the smaller sibling to breathe once more. 

The rapid smack of his smaller siblings’ hips colliding caught Kobicha’s ear. He turned his snout down and roughly nuzzled between their tails. His tongue dragged across Blackgum’s anal vent, lubricating it, then shoved roughly inside. He pushed his tongue in and out in time with Blackgum’s thrusts, sure to press his tongue to the sensitive bulb a little ways inside. 

Kobicha kept tongue-fucking while he sidestepped off the two. Then he angled his head to watch. Blackgum was grinding his muzzle along the tougher scales at the base of Sidewinder’s neck. ‘Fuck,’ he moaned, over and over, until his mouth took the back of Sidwinder’s neck. It was an act that Kobicha’s more feral release wouldn’t allow. Kobicha felt the powerful squeeze of Blackgum’s tail pipe around his tongue. An outside perspective of the same pleasure he had just savored, including the rush of cum coursing through Blackgum’s shaft. Kobicha watched with delight as the belly of Blackgum’s shaft subtly swelled with each pulse, pumping seed deep into their SandWing. 

Kobicha lapped at the base of Blackgum’s softening shaft and across Sidewinder’s aft vent, cleaning away Blackgum’s seed as it leaked free. He was at the ready when Blackgum’s member flopped free. Kobicha quickly pushed his muzzle to Sidewinder’s undertail and worked his tongue in and out, eagerly swallowing down his brother’s load before it could spill to the floor. He could hear Blackgum at the other end of their mate, lapping and cleaning Sidewinder’s muzzle. 

With the full load of Blackgum’s seed in his belly, Kobicha turned to the softening shaft beside his muzzle. He took it in, gently nursing Blackgum’s length clean. He was rewarded with a few last dribbles of seed that had remained in the long, thick length. Then Kobicha stood just enough to turn before slumping down, his weight squishing his siblings together. It was far more a burden for Sidewinder than Blackgum, but the SandWing had learned to appreciate it over the years. 

Sidewinder had been right. Despite the anxiety and sorrow it brought Kobicha, their last session of lovemaking before Sidewinder’s two day excursion to and from the Scorpion’s Den did seem particularly passionate and fulfilling. 

* * *

The only thing better than a morning of sex was a morning of sex followed by a bountiful hunt. 

The troop flew far enough they could spot the first cacti dotting the edge of the kingdom of Sand. 

“Sand!” Sidewinder cried out the moment they landed. He ran his talons through it, then flopped down, rolling about and grinding the sand into his scales. 

“So weird. So dry.” Blackgum grumbled. A wing flick from Sidewinder showered Blackgum in sand, earning a growl and pounce from the youngest sibling. 

Kobicha left the two to flirt while he gathered the cactus. He had learned long ago how to puff fire over the cacti to destroy the thorns but keep the flesh from burning. He gathered several lobes before returning to his siblings. 

“Yesssss!” Sidewinder hissed, detangling from Blackgum and taking one of the lobes. He chomped half of it, noisily chewing with an overly dramatic ‘mmmmmhhhh.’

“Carry it, you camel dung.” Kobicha teased, bumping Sidewinder’s side. The bump was accentuated by a deep growl from Kobicha’s stomach. The previous day’s flight had left him ravenous, and his siblings’ seed had done little to sate it. 

Sidewinder gathered the remaining cactus to his chest, still chewing on the overly large mouthful. Kobicha launched into the air, his siblings quickly following. They tucked into the pockets below and behind each wing, the troop angling back to the hills. 

The second leg of their hunt was as successful as the first. They quickly nabbed a large warthog for the MudWings to share. Blackgum carried it as they glided north to their hideout.

A troop of MudWings were there, milling at the edge of the small lake. Kobicha wrinkled his snout, realizing the troop had spotted them first. No chance to veer away. The last thing Kobicha needed was a troop chasing them, or worse, identifying their hideaway as a point of interest for Scarlet and Burn. Kobicha and his siblings landed, depositing their spoils and sitting before the other MudWing troop. The stranger troop’s Bigwings sat at the front, her four younger siblings in a row on either side and behind her. Kobicha sat facing her, Sidewinder and Blackgum each in their spot to his sides. Between their postures, positioning, and a few stray blue scales, it was clear to each MudWing present this new troop was highborn, and Kobicha’s was not. 

“Greetings!” Sidewinder spoke out, nodding his head. He thought the fastest and spoke the most eloquently between the three. Kobicha’s troop would much rather smooth talk their way out of a situation than resort to violence. The SandWing had the best chance of arranging that. “I’m Sidewinder, this is Blackgum, and he is our Bigwings, Kobicha.” 

It rarely worked with other MudWing troops. The female Bigwings glanced at Sidewinder, “Your Bigwings…?” then fixed her attention on Kobicha. Bigwings spoke to Bigwings. “You have a SandWing unsib?”

“Sidewinder is our sibling.” Kobicha returned, a bit more of a growl in his voice than he had intended. 

“They’re also my mates.” The smooth talker- when he wasn’t being a braggart. 

The opposing troop continued to stare. Mates were alien to MudWings. The concept of permanent bonds between lovers- at least, lovers outside of the troop- was so foreign to their tribe. Kobicha held firm, patiently waiting for the Bigwings to return Sidewinder’s greeting. 

“I am Shoebill. My siblings are Sinkhole, Woodrot, Squelch, and Swamp.” Her tail gestured to each sibling, left to right.

Woodrot. Possibly a weak point in the high-born troop, given the theme of their names. Kobicha nodded, “Well met.”

“Are you on a reconnaissance mission for Blister?” Blackgum mused, tilting his head. 

Shoebill’s wings spread protectively, all four of her siblings jumping back as Sidewinder’s tail arced around Kobicha and smacked hard into Blackgum’s tail root. 

“Burn! It’s been a decade, how can you never remember our alliance changed?” Sidewinder hissed. 

The horror of the troop opposite them subsided as they realized Sidewinder hadn’t used his barb. Then to awe as Kobicha fearlessly entwined his tail with Sidewinder’s, slamming it to the ground. 

“No striking your brother.” Kobicha growled repugnantly. 

His gaze never left the troop opposite them. Confusion was evident, particularly in Shoebill’s expression. 

“You must be on a very, very long mission.” she quietly rumbled, settling back down. “... Or deserters?” 

Kobicha’s eyes narrowed, his talons tensing. He felt Sidewinder’s tail slither free of his own, curling upward, ready to deliver as many strikes as required. Once again Shoebill flared her wings protectively, lifting a paw. 

“That was not a threat.”

“Burn’s dead.” The darkest sibling, Woodrot, had ducked his head below Shoebill’s wing. “Blister too. Also probably Scarlet.” 

The three siblings settled back, looking between one other. Sidewinder looked skeptical, turning his gaze back to Shoebill. 

“... Blaze is the new SandWing queen?” 

“No,” Shoebill shook her head, “alive, but not the queen. The prophecy has been fulfilled. The dragonets of destiny gathered all the tribes on the comet’s night. Blister was tricked and killed. The Eye of Onix destroyed Burn. Queen Thorn, the previous leader of the Scorpion Den, has taken the throne after the Eye and dragonets chose her. The tribes are working toward peace.”

Kobicha hadn’t realized his muzzle was hanging open. He closed it, but struggled with what he should say. He glanced sideways at Sidewinder. Sidewinder nodded without returning the gaze. Kobicha looked to Shoebill, “Would you like to join us for a meal, and tell us about the last year?”

* * *

“Your maw is SO weird.” Woodrot rumbled, eyeing the black interior of Blackgum’s mouth, the black color a stark contrast to his pink tongue.

“Just the way I hatched.” Blackgum smiled, long past caring about his oddity. 

“He’s lying. It’s because he makes out with me so much.” Sidewinder teased, his muzzle opening and his obscenely long, black tongue flopping out. It pulled back in, “His slits’ insides too, ‘cause my tongue is always up in them.”

“Mud and gators…” Blackgum grumbled. 

Kobicha only absently heard the banter of the smaller dragons. He lay near Shoebill, Squelch and Swamp still coiled near her tail. Sidewinder had originally stayed with Kobicha, but he left after being pointedly ignored, several times, by Shoebill. Kobicha was sure that the shock- and disgust from Squelch- had played a factor. MudWings understood the idea of a troop being born separated. It was a tragedy few others could top among MudWings. They didn’t so much understand that two SandWings could be separated siblings in Kobicha’s troop. Or the idea of courtship that SandWings had. Eventually Kobicha simply gave up explaining how being Sidewinder’s mate, and his sibling, were different things. 

“Thank you, Shoebill. I can’t believe how much has happened in the last year. I thought we would be long dead before we could…” he sighed out his nostrils and glanced at his siblings. It was fun to see Sidewinder being playful with other MudWings. Almost as if he had been born in the wrong scales. A faint smirk played at the corner of Kobicha’s muzzle as he watched Sinkhole shift to her back and side, lounging, and Blackgum nuzzling along her tail. 

“We could return to society, I suppose. I never thought I would need anything but my troop.” He turned back, “After nine years, I’ve grown to appreciate that being in a community has its benefits.”

“Of course. Follow us to Jade mountain. I’m sure you can learn far more there. We are carrying Queen Moorhen’s feedback on the peace agreement with us, and we will know far more once we arrive. I … hm,” she murmured, pausing in thought. Squelch narrowed her eyes at her Bigwings. “I can understand why you have chosen this course for your troop. Desertion is… I can’t say it's unforgivable, with Queen Moorhen granting amnesty to many who have.” She waved her talon dismissively. “Our mother is a strong breeder. We have a sister troop that is a half year older than us. They lost a brother, and their troop has never been the same. Their spirit is gone. I understand your decision. And once again… I’m so sorry for the loss of your sister.”

“Sisters,” Kobicha corrected her. 

Shoebill became distracted by the sounds of their smaller siblings. She narrowed her eyes at Blackgum eagerly sinking his tongue into Sinkhole’s sex. He dragged it out and licked along the slit, then sunk it back in. Sinkhole’s hind talons curled as she groaned. Sidewinder and Woodrot were watching, pressed to one another’s sides, each with a few inches of shaft pushed free of their slits. 

“Really, Sinkhole?”

“Tomorrow’s the monthly mating day,” she hissed. Her tail coiled around Blackgum’s torso, affectionately squeezing. “Our troop is meant to provide clutches this year.” she eagerly growled. 

“You intend to carry a low born’s eggs?” Shoebill asked without hesitation, nor a hint of remorse, for so blatantly calling out their social standings. 

“Enriching the gene pool.” Sinkhole laughed as Blackgum pulled his tongue free of her. He stalked over the prone MudWing, starting to thrust the belly of his shaft against her fore slit. “Look at their scales. And they’re so strong!. The highborns need that.” she growled, licking along Blackgum’s throat and jaw. 

Kobicha was certain those were far from the only reasons. 

Squelch snorted with disgust and pushed herself up, stalking away. Kobicha met Shoebill’s gaze. He raised an eyeridge, a playful smile on his muzzle.

“We have yet to sire clutches. And it’s been a very long time since I got my tongue deep in a dragoness. I must say, I quite miss the taste.” 

Shoebill perked her eyeridge in return and stared for a good while. Her ears flicked upward, a grin spreading over her muzzle. 

Kobicha pushed himself up, rumbling lustily and licking across his lips as he approached the fellow Bigwings.