The Millard Daycare Centre was nothing special, a suitable place for young developing ferals to find their place in the world, learn what they needed and head out into the world for their first steps into society.  Training sandpits for safe playfights, scratching posts to help whittle down their claws and a large net over the school to make sure the more flighty ones couldn't escape and lead to trouble.  It was a lovely little place, a school on the rolling banks just outside of town away from the noise of modernity for young impressionable minds to develop safely.  At least, the ones allowed to develop.
Stepping up to the gate, two black feral dragons arrived with their young charge in tow, a vapid-looking hatchling who sat dumbly upon the head of his mother who was greeted by a carer.  A brown-scaled raptor in baby blue togs, a pleasing colour that didn't excite the little ones as he waved to the parents.
	"Good morning!"
	"Morning mister James," the father bowed, "how's business?"
	"Ohhh biting and squawking, you know, same as.  Need little Fyrre here again?"
	"Yes please," the mother dipped her head to let him take the infant, "you're always such a dear with him, he gets so excited when he sees you."
	"Well, I have a way with the special ones," James smiled down at the unblinking face, "so you pick him up at three?"
	"Eeexactly!" the father chuckled with a point-and-wink.  "Alright Fyrre you have fun with mister James."
	"See you soon sweetie."
Both dragons smooched the toddler who gazed listless at them.  The ghost of a smile appeared on his face with the faintness of emotion, which made both adults swoon before they waved goodbye with their wings.  James took him inside, cradled in his arms as his wings spasmed with a soft little hiss at the semblance of touch.
	"Alright kids out of the way, your new friend's here."
Entering the school there was a gaggle of ferals running down the halls and under his feet, snorting, hissing, babbling, shouting, crying and playfighting, adorable little monsters ranging from the classical drakes, to two-legged wyverns and the odd wyrm crawling around.
	"Jamal stop biting Llewellyn, HEY, no crawling on the walls get down."
He plucked a wyvern by the tail who yelped with a whimper as James put him down and waved his finger.
	"You climb outside, not inside, or else you'll get no cookies."
The beastly toddler snuffled and went galloping to her friends, the raptor sighing as he put Fyrre down in the corner on top of some bean bags.
	"Theere we are...you just sit yourself tight until it's my lunch break, then the real fun can happen little Fyrre."
He patted the little one's head, staring into his little eyes that blinked vaguely as James felt a tightening in his pants.
	"Fuck you're a sexy little retard."  He stole a kiss on the drooling lips.  "Can't wait for me to play with you huh?  You love it, yuzh you do you widdle spastic fuck."
He flapped his finger in front of the toddler's snout, plucking the gums like a mouth-organ and stroked his hand down the toddler's belly whilst breathing heavily on his face, watching his expression change slightly with a vague impression of confused disgust and apprehension.  But no one could tell except him, studying Fyrre's face with a grim fascination before he slapped him hard enough to crunch his head into the wall.
	"Back in an hour my little reject."
Blowing a kiss to the bruised little thing, the toddler drake swished his tail lazily whilst mumbling something in the semblance of pain as an hour would pass in the blink of an eye for his stulted brain.  Fyrre flapped his tongue and pulled from the wall to lay on his back, gurgling with a growing amount of drool that pooled in his throat and slowly suffocated him.
No one paid attention to this.  A few hatchlings wandered over to prod and sniff him, but most left him alone by even them knowing from his scent there was something wrong with him.  His saliva began to bubble with desperate breaths as his throat filled up further, rasping little sounds and struggling gurgles until the raptor came back with a crack of his knuckles.
	"Alright, lunch break...aww look at you."
He slapped the child upright and let the drool wash out all over the beanbag.
	"Salivating already for me aren't you?  Can't even leave you for a second all drooling away for my body."
James picked him up and carried him out the room.
	"Ready for your special fun baby?  Course you are, you love it."
Shaking his head the raptor left the playroom as other workers came to tend to the infants, slinking off to the back room of a rather spacious cupboard that he commandeered for his own use and only he had the key to.  No one noticed it of course since it was a rather out-of-the-way utility closet with barely anything in it, tucked away into a curve of the wall at the outer edge of the nursery building.  Inside was a table covered with an absorbent blanket used for changing toddlers, the shelves containing a few dangerous-looking bottles of chemical liquids.
	"Theeere we are," he closed the door behind and placed Fyrre on his side on the mat, "now it's just you and me, like it's always been."
James slipped off his uniform to hang on the wallhook.
	"Since your parents first brought you here I always thought you were the sexiest little rapetard."
His pants began to unzip as one of Fyrre's eyes blinked rapid.
	"Oh?  You recognise that sound?"
He zipped up again, then back down once more seeing the registering shiver.
	"I'm surprised you even remember that, can't even remember what your mom and dad look like."
The raptor pulled down his pants and revealed a swollen fat 7-inch cock pulling back its foreskin.
	"Look Fyrre, it's your favourite friend Mr. Fucky, he's been missing you soooo much."
Stepping forwards he rolled Fyrre on his back and slapped his dick down on the baby's belly, hearing a nice meaty thwack as the drakelet's wings flickered in the briefest resistance.
	"Mr. Fucky's your only friend isn't he Fyrre?  He loves you so much because you're such a good little spastic fuckwhore who won't tell anyone about our special fun, and you don't struggle like the other ones do.  That makes you my favourite."
Bending over the table, he rubbed his meat harder on the softened scales as he kissed the toddler's snout, feeling the drool build up again in his unresisting throat as his tongue dove down inside swirling around the spastic little mouth.  His struggles were faint in the dim-lit stutter of his mind, the smallest motions to push back felt barely by his carer as he molested his maw, slurping the dumbest drool from his cheeks whilst spewing pre on the little stomach.
	"Mmmmmph...hhhhh...f-fuck yes you sexy little thing."
He shot a wad of pre onto the toddler's face when he pulled back up with one last deep smooch.
	"You know, your ass was fun before but I'd like to feel a different hole this time."
James fingered at the little rump as his claw pushed in without resistance.
	"I know you like this though, you loved it the last few weeks I been using you my little windowlicking bitch.  Heh...almost like you're my baby isn't it?"
Fyrre responded with a slathering gasp as his muscles twitched with flailing tail.
	"Awwww...really, you'll let me do it?  If you don't want me to just say no."
He kept fingering away into the little rear, feeling the squish and pluck of his anal walls as he managed to sink his whole finger inside and rub the toddler prostate with the tip of his claw and excite him automatically.  Fyrre started to twitch from his loins and a poking erection pushed through his scales, two little cocks and a rapid throb of his increasing heartbeat.
	"Mmmmmm...that's a good babyfuck."  James kissed his cheek with a long lick of the tongue.  "Don't worry sweetie.  Uncle James is here to treat you the way you deserve."
Walking round the table he lined his dick up towards the left side of Fyrre's head, balls dangling off the table as he grabbed the head firm with one hand with his cock in the other to feel for the earhole just beneath the stub of horns developing on his scalp.  His cocktip pressed against a near-invisible depression, small and very tight as he grinned wicked with a savoury hiss as he pushed in.
	"MMMPH!  Ohhhh, come on baby, don't tease me now."
The little drake felt something hot and slimy push into his ear, a strong muscular swell that dulled the hearing in his left as his eyes twitched in the smallest instance of panic.  His brain struggled to register with the slowest synapses sparking once in a blue moon as one of his feet kicked, a wing flapping dumb and his tail twitching in a struggle of fear from the unfamiliar sensation.
Then came the pop.  The crack of something sharp before an overwhelming agony burned the left side of Fyrre's head, like a bullet shot through his ear as the tympanal bones were crunched and twisted out of joint from the raptor's forceful thrust, shoving the drake's head against his shaft as Fyrre's tongue flopped out in a twitching shudder.
	"AH!  HAAAAH, ohhhh f-fuck ohhh you-A-AAAH, GOD!"
Inside his ear were crushed little bones and the skin of his eardrum shredded against James' dick, punching through the cochlea to unfurl from its spiral form and become mangled like a burst tyre.  The short fleshy canal opened up forcefully, tearing muscles ringing through the dumb little dragon's head as his mouth opened wider in a silent scream of pain awakening inside him.  He made a sound, something resembling a groan but it came out as a vapid hiss.
	"Mmmmph...ohhhh fuck you love this dontcha you little fucking retard."  The squelching pop of his aural bones made the raptor spurt into his cranium.  "Best part of this is nobody's gonna fucking know the difference right?  You're not using your brain for anything right, so why not let Uncle James rape it all I want?"
	"GH-hrhhr...ghruuuh..."
	"Shhhh...don't talk sweetie, you'll embarrass yourself."
	"GHHRRKH!  Nnnnrklhlk!"
His voice sputtered from his panicking lungs and a hyperventilation that was as brief as the thoughts that came through his head before being lost in eternity.  Soon they would be as James managed to reach through the medulla oblongata as he almost came from the sensory touch of thick slimy grey matter drooling on his dick.  He held nothing back, grabbing Fyrre's head in both hands as he shoved forwards to punch a thick murderous hole into the spastic brain.
	"AAAAH!  OHHH!  F-fuck, Fyrre yes!"
Bending his body forwards he mounted the toddler's head as his eyes rolled up into whites, blood pouring out of his ear from the fractured wounds and tearing muscle of his warped canal.  The fleshy folds of his brain twisting and puncturing caused its grey cooling matter to ooze out over the raptor's dick, causing the bad carer to bite his lip and shiver at such a moist sound of brain juice thudding wetly everytime he pulled back and pumped in.
	"How many parts of your brain can I fuck out of you for no one to notice.  Ooops," he thrust back in, "there go your motor skills, not that you ever used them huh you autistic fuck?  Nnngh, aim a little lower, there's your speech centre."
	"GHR-ghrrkhh!"
	"Well, you can't have what you can't use right?  Can't say no if you can't speak!"
He punched his fat dick in once more with a heavier splash of juice, some of it starting to drool out of Fyrre's eyesockets in thick silver tears.
	"Awwww baby you're loving this so much you're crying!  God, that might be the first time you ever cried for anything.  Oh, wait."
James angled his cock to fuck upwards through the centre.
	"And now you'll never cry again, that's your limbic system gone.  Also all of your memories, so hello, I'm Uncle James and I'm the only person who ever loved you, next to your good friend Mr. Fucky cleaning out all that unnecessary garbage in your worthless brain."
The more his cock grinded through the meat of his skull, the more faded Fyrre's eyes became.  What little memories he had, what few emotions he processed were being erased in a vile cleansing of his brain, the raptor puncturing through the wrinkled gleam and breaking connections apart to never be repaired.  All his motor skills disappeared, his facial and object recognition, and his speech centres too.
James licked his lips savouring the cold mush wrapping around his dick, the sounds of squishing turning louder as he fucked with steady thrusts and smeared pre over the synapses, bogging them down with glue to create a thicker fog in the brain.  Drooling fluids out of his eyes and ears Fyrre stopped responding, his heart still beating but the last sparks of resistance and consciousness being raped into tatters.
	"You're such a good babyfuck Fyrre...mmmmph...MMMPH!  OHHH!  Fuck you're my sweet little baby yes you are, you love this right?"
He forced the infant to nod by flexing his cock inside the brain.
	"I know you do.  Not that you'll remember anything, but that's the best part for you.  Everytime I fuck you will be like the first time for you over, and over again."
Despite the apparent savagery he enforced upon Fyrre's brain, James was careful never to fuck downwards knowing all the vital functions remained at the base of the brain.  The higher parts were safe, things he could ruin without rendering the infant dead but certainly destroying his life and all his hopes and dreams that he now wore on his dick like a sleeve.
The raptor imagined this with a thickening spree, his member throbbing harder spurts to paint across the canvas of wrinkles, grunting pops and twisting spurts continuing in the skull as more fluids gushed from his broken brain to smear down the raptor's balls whapping against the the side of Fyrre's head.  Thick heavy slaps trembled through the closet as James pulled the mongrel's head close as he could to fully hilt into the ear canal, filling it full with a deafening spray of his hot swelling seed that coated the length of his frontal and parietal lobes in a creamy white.
	"AAAAAH, A-AAAAH, FUCK FYRRE!"
Fyrre wouldn't respond.  He never would again with the blankest eyes and an open mouth as his lungs kept breathing and his heart still beating.  But his mind was gone, along with all hopes of him ever living a normal life.  The raptor's semen tried to fuck into the brain, millions of sperm cells crawling over the wrinkles and penetrating the synpases to fester and squirm through the sensitive layers and cause involuntary twitches in all of his limbs and flickering senses.
Sometimes he was blind, sometimes he was deaf.  He was permanently deaf in one ear at least, but sometimes he lost his sense of smell and his limbs became uselessly numb occasionally.  But James didn't notice, nor even care as he sighed with a tender breath, slowly dragging his cum-covered length over the left hemisphere of the brain.
	"That was fucking great...mmmmph.  Fuck so much hotter than I thought it'd be, eh cutie?"
James reached for something on the shelf, rolling Fyrre on his right side to have the left ear facing up, now a broken hole of bloodied sputum as he pulled out his cock carefully to leave a hot filling of cum that slowly drained down back into Fyrre's skull.  The blood and damage was obvious, but the raptor had his plan set as he brought out a tin full of cotton buds that he soon laced with bleach, digging down into the drake's ear and burning every trace he could of permanent damage.
	"Don't want mommy and daddy knowing, even they'll see a problem if I leave all that."
Pain was still a thing Fyrre could feel, much to James' delight as his dumb little face belied a screaming pain that his nerves cried out in desperation, but his body couldn't respond.  His heartbeat went up, his breathing turned intense but only tears came from his eyes of the fluid in his brain drooling out as well as dripping jizz.
He swabbed the entire ear canal with the burning chemical tip, scraping away the traces of blood and bone fragments small enough to be disintegrated.  Then he brought out an earplug from a small box and twisted it in gently to fill up Fyrre's ear like a full cork, pulling him back up right and tilting his head left to see none of the cum drip out.
	"Theeeere we are."  He slapped the little spastic head.  "Now no one'll know, and next time your stupid bitch mom and fucking cuck-excuse of a dad come by I'll get to use you again.  They're such good parents aren't they?  Oh, wait."
The raptor bent down in front of Fyrre's unblinking face.
	"You don't even remember them do you huh?  Well...that's a shame isn't it, but I'm still here."
He smooched the gaping lips to slurp his tongue across the palate.
	"I'll always be here for your special needs...and mine, you sexy little retard."
With one last thrust of his cock into the infant's throat to make sure he swabbed himself clean, the raptor sighed as he slathered the inside of Fyrre's mouth with brain juice and ear-blood mixed with semen, dressing himself into his clothes with a bracing sigh and a tender smile as he picked Fyrre up and carried him out the closet.
No one ever knew, or even noticed the change in Fyrre besides the earplug which James would write off as just "auditory sensitivty training" so the poor little thing wouldn't be overwhelmed by too much stimuli.  Which would certainly never happen again until the next time James got to look after him, his mark permanently inside the little special thing as his memories died, his world of dreams and imagination along with it that now draped themselves across his carer's thick meaty cock.