Title: Unsupervised Teenagers Status: Complete Characters: Rating: NSFW Classification: One-Shot Author: Lurking Evil Summary: While practicing for her upcoming performance, Fang and Anon spend the day together at his apartment. Alone together. Unsupervised. [NOTES] Hello, Gentle Readers! I played Snoot Game and then I made this! Holy shit, my emotions. I had a short, short vacation from work and spent a good portion of it playing Snoot Game, then making my wife play Snoot Game so that she suffered as I suffered. What an incredible rollercoaster. Personal growth. Selfish versus selfishness. "You are not the only person in the world. Everyone is fighting their own battles." What a line. And how... You can't solve people's problems for them. You can support them. You can help them. And just how... How easy it is to make mistakes. How... Not everyone gets a perfect, happy ending. Life is messy. There aren't easy right answers. Several others have pointed out how the core theme, guiding element of Snoot Game is empathy. The first ending I got was Ending 3 and hoooo boy. Fang's self harm. Her losing herself. All her friends. Her in that beautiful dress. Prom being fucked up. Her and Anon dancing alone in her parent's house... Those lights... That ending hurt so fucking badly. Almost worse than ending 2. Fang losing her music... Just her keeping her promise. Truly amazing works of art resonate with you. And unless you're dead inside or have never been an emotional teenager, Snoot Game is an incredible example of character writing. Snoot Game is free! Go play it! I'd spend longer praising it, but I don't want to keep you. Anyway, because my brain's horny button, throttle, switch, and lever are permanently jammed in the 'on' position, please enjoy my little take on Fang and Anon's first time. This little ditty takes place on route/ending 4. Thank you so much to Cavemanon for creating Snoot Game and thank you to my wonderful wife for drawing Fang! You'll see her incredible work at the end. [/NOTES] Ah yes, the sweet, sweet melody of a rock ballad in progr- "Mother fucker." ... Sitting in my tiny hovel of an apartment, listening to my darling ptero girlfrie- "Cocksucking fuck." ... The PEACEFUL, MELODIOUS- "Raptor Jesus' salty balls I swear to fuck I will skullfuck this fucking note." I give that about a 4/10 on the blasphemy scale. But I know as soon as Fang's curses get that chunky it's time for a break. While she was in the zone the crazy musician felt no pain. But she would get sluggish as her fingers struggled to keep up with her mind and start making mistakes. Judging by the way she hissed as her hand ran up the fretboard of her guitar, "Fang," I said gently, grabbing her shoulder. She flinched a bit at the contact, beads of sweat crawling down the back of her neck. I could feel the heat radiating from her as we sat on the edge of my bed. With prom getting closer, she'd been practicing for her solo performance almost nonstop. When she had that guitar in hand, Fang was a music machine. Usually when she wasn't playing, she had me trying my feeble skills at the melody so she could hear it herself. Sometimes we'd take a break, listen to music, watch a movie, or play xrox. Only rarely though. "Easy, easy now. You push it too much and you're not going to be able to practice for a week." I kept my voice even while trying to convey understanding. Fang's brow knit together in annoyance, grief, worry, and anger all at once. Strands of her silver hair were plastered to her forehead with sweat. She tensed, readying to tackle the guitar strings again. Reaching over, I laid my hands over hers to get her to stop. She seemed to wilt, wings drooping. "Ugh, I keep stumbling a bit on this one chord and I've almost got it." "And you will get it. But you need skin left on your hands to do it." I pulled back those loose strands of hair before taking both of her hands in mine, turning them over to inspect the damage. Two of her claws had new chips while one had cracked. The tips of her fingers looked raw. The digits holding the guitar pick struggled to uncurl from their death grip. "Please, please, just a little bit more." Her voice cracked after singing herself hoarse. Those bright amber eyes of hers pleaded. Be strong Anon. "I've got an idea. How about tomorrow we go somewhere? An actual date!" Despite Volcaldera Bluff being... Well, Volcaldera Bluff, there was admittedly plenty to do. Maybe I'd just put up a map of the city and throw a dart. This seemed to perk her up. "Really?" "Yes, really, Sweet Tooth." "Hmph," She pouted, turning her snoot up in defiance. But then her gaze got a bit distant, the ghost of a smile gracing her beak. "Maybe... Maybe that sounds... Actually kinda nice." I nearly suffer from immediate cardiac arrest as an overwhelming urge seized me. I must protect that smile. "Such a dweeb." Then it was her turn to mumble. "But you're my dweeb." Giving her a quick peck on the cheek, I chuckled as I went and got a bottle of water from the fridge and twisted off the cap for her. Fang took it gratefully, downing half in one go. I grabbed a few things from the bathroom and got to fixing up my darling musician. We were both quiet as I worked. Using a bottle of dino-strength horn lacquer, I brushed over the chips and cracks that the steel strings scored into her claws. As I moved on to the antibiotic ointment, Fang let out a small hiss as I applied it as lightly as I could. I wrapped each wounded digit in bandages to help them heal as quickly as possible. Lastly, I got a bit of lidocaine cream to rub into her cramping muscles. After washing the medicine off my own hands, I plopped my ass back on the bed. Fang rested her head on my shoulder. We both breathed out sighs, then laughed at our shared mood. I broke the silence first. "We've got a bit of time to kill. Naser won't be here for maybe an hour or two. Is there anything you want to do?" "Ugh, I should probably take a shower, honestly. Which... I guess I should've done it before you got me all patched up." "I can do it over. I think I've got enough band-aids." She flexed her mummified fingers. "Though I don't think I could even get my pants off like this." ... A wicked grin spread across my face. She looked at me with suspicion. "Anon, what are you thinking? Anon, what's that look for?" "Well, clearly then I need to help you get out of your clothes so you can take a shower." "Anon!" The furious blush creeping up her face was well worth it. I could always tell I'd really embarrassed her when she hid behind a wing. Fuck that was adorable. Snaking an arm around her waist, I was emboldened by our recent escapades. Sometimes jam session breaks turned into makeout sessions. Figuring out how to makeout had been half the fun. Gradually, we were exploring each other's bodies. I loved learning what made her laugh, smile, pout, or moan. I loved finding out just how many different moans she could make. That beautiful voice could sing in more ways than one. A rousing interest in my sweet ptero girlfriend made me notice things I'd never given much thought to until then. Like just how thin her halter top was and just how closely it hugged her curves. There were times in science when she'd catch me trying to steal a peak from juuuust the right angle. Sometimes she'd blush and elbow me. Other times she'd grin in the way that curled just the corners of her mouth and set her citrine eyes glittering with wicked sparks. Then she'd lift her arms as high as they'd go, stretching her back against the chair as she puffed her chest out, giving me the side eye as her nipples strained against the tight black fabric. Not to mention with how the center of the top pulled together, I caught a nice eyeful of side boob. Naturally she didn't believe in the 'Oppressive Patriarchal Concept' of bras. Once the sexier ideas were planted, I found myself craving more. The last few times she'd been over at my apartment, kissing became... More. "You can touch me anywhere." Were the exact words I'd used between our lips meeting. I have no idea where it came from. Though in retrospect I think it was my way to gauge if Fang was as horny as me. To my shock, she'd gone straight for my dick. A little heavy petting ensued. Although, I was still very suspicious about her comments on my size after she zipped my pants down. Though at first she'd been seeeeemingly genuinely stunned, she soon recovered. "Raptor Jesus, how do you walk around with this thing? It's fucking massive. You could pitch a circus tent! I wonder if this'll even fit in my mouth." My first blowjob. Those teeth concerned me, but the length and flexibility of her tongue meant my dick was safe. And she'd swallowed. Though the look on her face afterwards almost made me reget. Allllmost, but not quite. "You're lucky I love you so much 'cause that was some nasty shit. I'm not blowing you again unless you eat a metric shit ton of pineapple." Then she went on, muttering about how easy Naomi made it seem. "What about putting a piece of chocolate in your mouth first." "Sure, Anon, I'm sure that'll help when you suck your boyfriend's dick." We laughed quite a bit after that. It was nice. But it was also not the end. Though she was a bit hesitant to let me return the favor, Fang was the one to take my hand and guide it down the waistband of her jeans and underwear. That had been a truly magic moment, getting my hand alllll the way down Fang's pants. It'd taken a while and definitely required some guidance on Fang's part, but I was able to make her cum even as my own wrist ached from the angle. I'd grinned like an idiot the next two days, occasionally teasing her by locking eyes and licking my fingers. While a part of me reminisced, the rest of me was busy getting frisky with my adorable minty-green ptero girlfriend. Then she dropped a verbal bombshell. "You know, Anon, you can touch me anywhere you want." Those gorgeous citrine eyes held such a tender plea. The precious diamonds within them glittered with gemstone brilliance, as if daring me to see if I'd really hold her to her word. My heart jumped in my chest and my dick jumped in my pants. My hands roved across her lithe belly, feeling her smooth scales and steady breathing. Maneuvering more behind her, I traced the hem of her halter top, the thin fabric all but weightless. Burying my face between her wings, my nose filled with the scent of her shampoo and warm feathers. Humming, I planted kisses along her neck, tasting the salt of her exertions, and sifted my free hand through her angelic wings up to the tender underside of the joint at her back. "Teasing bastard." She muttered as circled her nipple on the outside of her top. Though I could tell she liked it by the way her tail beat out a familiar rhythm against my thigh. Teasing like the bastard I was, I was quickly learning just how many erogenous zones Fang had. Or how floofy she got when I started playing with them. Feeling a bit merciful, I got both hands under her top to cup her breasts. Even though her chest was on the smaller size, boobs were boobs and hoooooollly shit they were soft. But, like, a different kind of soft. A special, unique, booby soft that had a quality all its own. Mmm, pillowy soft boobies, soft Gee Eff breasticles, soft fem-dino chest fun. Like feather down but... More. I could do this for hours and die happy. I was so lost in the titty-squeezing that I almost didn't notice her fidgeting while also pressing her ass against me. Almost. This was new territory for both of us. I didn't have an intended goal. I was just enjoying being close to her. Touching her in a way that was intimate. A private, only us connection. Then she stood, her bare feet lightly dancing to and fro as she swayed, shivering despite her warm feathers, so close her navel was close enough to kiss. Clutching her bandaged hands to her bosom she looked everywhere but at me. "W-well? Are... Are you gonna take my pants off, or what?" Oh. OOHH. Oh shit she's being serious. Oh god, I was just teasing. I didn't think I'd actually make it this far! Okay, play it cool, Anon. Chad attitude. Chad attitude. You're just... Taking off your girlfriend's pants... In your apartment... While you're both alone. Whose idea was this again? Right, mine. After unbuttoning the front and the back to make sure the skin-tight garment would actually come off, I hooked my fingers through the waistband and pulled. Since she wore pants so tight her underwear was usually outlined across that sweet ass of hers, it was impossible for me not to peel her black panties off with the ripped jeans. Those hands of her came down to cover herself immediately, squealing sheepishly. She climbed around me onto the bed, keeping her bits covered. Her silver hair and wings haloed her features perfectly. Slowly... Slooooowly she parted her legs and pulled her hands back, revealing herself completely. Baring her most intimate self. Fang's pussy was the single most amazing thing I'd ever seen in my entire fucking life. The first thing that I noticed was the tiny tuft of feathers adorning her pubic mound. No hair down there, smooth as scaly silk, just the little pinch of fluffy down. Fucking adorable. Too cute. My heart can only take so much. Fortunately most of my blood was being sent downstairs. Her minty green slit was shaded with a rosy pink and puffy. In the weak light of my apartment, I caught the glisten of her wetness. Her face was beet red and her wings shivered with every breath. "Don't just stare at it! P-please, Anon. Please, I need you." Oh shit, does that mean- "Yes, you dork, it means what you think it means! God, don't make me say it." Right. Muttering. "This isn't gonna work unless you take yours off too, dumbass." She has a point. I've never removed my own pants more quickly. As my dick sprang free, I couldn't help but watch as Fang's face tumbled through fear, trepidation, shyness, then settling somewhere between anticipation and carnal desire. The blush kept her cheeks red. Again, too much blood was heading down south to betray my own awkwardness. A tiny voice sounds off in the back of my head as I climb between my girlfriend's legs. Can this really be happening? Am I really about to lose my virginity with a girl I love? I know we talked about it a bit. She had kissed before, but that was it. Fang was my first... Everything. Now she was going to really, really be my first everything. My heart felt ready to explode. I shimmied up, spreading Fang further. Taking my cock in hand, I paused a hairsbreadth from contact, looking up one more time to make absolutely sure this is what she wanted. Knowing exactly what I was asking, she nodded, tail tip twitching. Those gorgeous citrine eyes bored into mine with nervousness, yet also trust. Guiding my cock forward, I rubbed between the soft, wet, scaly lips of her pussy. Pressing a bit, my tip naturally glided through Fang's vulva down to the dip of her entrance at the bottom. Despite a part of me insisting I needed to be gentle, the moment the head of my cock sank into a slick wet heat that I'd never imagined, all control vanished. All thought vanished. There was only need. A primal part of me reached out of the genetic soup of my genesis and bid me to breed this sweet, receptive female underneath me. Fang gasped, then groaned as I drove myself forward, burying as much of myself as deep as she could take me. My knees dug into the bed for better leverage and I felt the ptero's whole body rock with my thrusts. There was no room for thought. The world shrank to nothingness. There was only us. The beautiful mate writhing beneath me. Our union. For a few moments that lasted forever, nothing existed outside of our sweat-slicked bodies moving against each other. The friction. The warmth. The slippery tightness of her. Me, reaching into a part of her no else had ever gotten to. Even if I'd wanted to draw it out more, once I started, there was no stopping. It passed in a blur. I think I managed maybe more than a dozen thrusts before my balls felt like they were going to explode and I wasn't about to deny it. The higher-function-melting ecstasy of the act up until then paled in comparison with the finish. Holy shit, I was cumming inside a girl. Those few simple words could not encompass the hurricane of sensation that entailed. A single thought somehow crowded in through the cacophony that was the sloppy mess of my first sexual performance. Holy shit I love you, Fang. "Anon!" She squealed, wiggling her hips and covering her face with her bandaged hands. "You can't say things like that when we're... We're... You fucking dweeb!" Shuddering, I buried my face in one of Fang's wings as my orgasm lasted longer than my frenzied performance. My length throbbed over and over, filling Fang's insides. I heard her moan deeply as she clamped around me again and again. Could she feel me cumming? Holy shit I think my soul is exiting my body via my dick. Slowly thought returned as I gazed down at my angelic beauty. Wait... Uh oh. My rational brain made itself known once again. "Um, hey, Fang?" I hesitated. Her head lifted up from my pillow, immediately reacting to the worry in my tone. "What? What's wrong?" "Should I have a condom or..." After saying it out loud I felt like a truly monumental dumbass of proportions as of yet unseen in all the world. She let her head fall back with a relieved sigh. "I'm on the pill, dumbass. Though I do appreciate you trying to be responsible 'after' you've stuck your unwrapped dick in your girlfriend. And busted a nut. Damn, so that's what having eighteen years of hormones dumped in you feels like." A few moments of quiet passed, broken only by our mutual panting as I admired the way her pussy looked spread open around me. Minty green tinted rosy pink and puffy. Neither anatomy class or porn prepared me for this. Fang broached the silence between our labored breaths. "Sooo, are you gonna... Pull out, or are we just gonna lay like this? Not that I... Not that I mind." That was a good question. If anything, I felt like that was just a warmup. My cock stayed rock hard, still deep inside Fang. It seemed my body wasn't going to be satisfied with my mediocre performance. "I dunno. Do I have to? I didn't hurt you, did I? Or tear anything? Did it feel good?" I clamped my mouth shut to hopefully keep myself from deepthroating my own foot. Though a tiny, insecure part of me was huddled in a corner screaming. "Hentai isn't a good primer for life, Anon. But yes it felt good. I don't get this soaked just for anyone I'll have you know." "Right, right. But I think... I think I've got another in me if you're down. If that's okay." Hope. Relief. It shouldn't be possible to feel this many emotions this quickly. Juuust maybe my ticket to pound town won't be revoked. "Yeah, I'd like that. Let me... Just..." Fang wiggled herself into a bit more comfortable position, lifting her knees a bit and repositioning her wings. I bit back a groan as she did so, her insides squirming around me as she tensed. "You're just... Fucking huge you know that? I feel like I'm being fucked by a baseball bat. Sure you're not part Equus, Anon? I didn't know I had this much capacity." She prodded a spot just below her navel. Before I could really begin, a wide grin split her snout. "What?" I asked, suddenly suspicious. "Is losing your virginity to your hot dino girlfriend everything you dreamed of, Anon? You gonna ptear up this pterussy?" "Snrk! Based and Snootpilled?" I barely contained my laughter as Fang giggled at our horrible wordplay. I kissed her then. Our lips mashing together. Maybe, just maybe, we both needed this. She wrapped her arms around my back, tilting her pelvis back so that impossibly, I slid deeper. Fang inhaled sharply through her nose as I bumped into what I guessed was the very end of her based on the taut feeling over the head of my cock. I was buried to the hilt now, her lower lips mashed into my root. Her soft scales slid along my skin. Now that I was a bit more in control of my faculties, I could really appreciate the breadth of new sensations assaulting me from every angle. Our body heat soaking into each other was nothing compared to the furnace she was inside. My cock was melting in that velvet inferno in the best possible way. Were girls normally this hot? I mean, Fang was hot already, but, like, temperature wise. At least when I started actually thrusting the second time I didn't feel I'd immediately pop my cork. I broke our kiss, needing air. In all our excitement up till that point, her top had started to roll up. I couldn't help but finish, pulling the black fabric up and over her breasts. "Ah-ah-Anon!" Fang protested, but made no move to stop me. I hunched over, luxuriating in our act, planting kisses right up her sternum. I wanted to taste all of her. I wanted every part of me to know every part of her. My lips played across her chest, between her breasts, over to one adorable nipple, then the other, giving each attention. I raised my head up and met her diamond pupils, pleading, mouth open, both of us panting with each thrust. I couldn't say no to that. Our mouths melded together once again, my chest mashing into her bosom. Her lithe frame felt so small and fragile beneath me. I was careful where I planted my hands so I wasn't on her wings, not wanting to hurt her downy limbs. Even though I loved the intimacy, it was too damn hot in my shitty apartment so I shifted my weight back, breaking our kiss again in order to sit up. Grabbing Fang's waist, I really started to find a good pace. Our flesh slapped wetly together. Damn, that really is what good pussy sounds like. Definitely shouldn't say that out loud. My first finish aided in penetration, making her slippery delightfulness even better somehow. I was grateful for any bit of lubrication because I really began to appreciate just how fucking tight Fang was. And like, unrelentingly tight too. There was a particular spot maybe an inch or two past her entrance that really, really squeezed me. If I pulled back too far that part threatened to pop me out completely. But at the same time every time I pulled back I could feel a suction eagerly welcoming me back in. And from my angle I got to see her inner lips dragged out, clinging to my shaft, only to get pressed back in with a delightful squish. It didn't take long to get lost in the rhythm of sex. Making small adjustments to my height or angle let me experience the many subtle textures of my dino partner's pussy. I put a bit more force behind my thrusts, gliding through Fang's tender sex. Some deeper instinct told me I could pound her hard enough to loosen up this female's stubborn hole. Soon though, that was just a secondary concern as I chased another finish. "Anon... S-s-slow... Oh god. Oh fuck. Wait... Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop!" Holy shit her begging was sexy as fuck. I don't think I could have if I wanted to. Fang's movements became really erratic, and I had to grab her thighs to keep from slipping completely out. My pace tried to remain steady as Fang pushed herself to meet me all the more frantically. Those delightfully long legs of hers were deceptively strong as she drew her knees up, thighs clenching and made it difficult to get all the way inside her. Her whole body was coiling like a spring. Even her wings were getting into it, flapping a bit against the bed. Her hands balled into fists, twisting the sheets in her bandaged fingers as her mouth opened wide, crying out in a wordless song of bliss. Then she went completely rigid, cry petering out into a high-pitched whine. I was momentarily stunned by the fountain of juices that erupted from her crotch and the convulsions in her lovely lady bits that coincided with it. My momentary lapse in concentration let her push me free of her pussy for the first time since starting. A small stream of clear, sweet-smelling ambrosia sprang from her lower lips onto the sheets as soon as my cock wasn't blocking the way. I was mesmerized by the way her pussy flexed, grasping at nothing in the wake of her orgasm. Fang opened her eyes at the liquid audibly gushing out of her and onto the bed. She looked to the stains on my shirt before lifting herself up on her elbows to see the absolute mess she'd made. Then she fell back and covered her eyes with the feathers along her forearm. "Nnnnoooo! That is so wrong! This is so embarrassing! I can't believe you made me squirt. That's rude as fuck, you know." Her entire crotch, tail, and thighs were absolutely soaked in dino love-juice. The scent of her was intoxicatingly heady. The short pause did not stifle my boner in the slightest despite the relatively cool air washing over it. "That's a real thing that can happen?" I asked dumbly. "Sh-shut. Shut fuck. Holy fuck. I cannot with you right now." Fang panted, gasping between words, keeping her eyes hooded. "I thought it was hot as hell. Did it really feel that good?" I was already rubbing the tip of my cock between her even juicer lower lips. Though a little bit of insecurity nibbled at me. "So, is this okay? So far, I mean?" I waited to penetrate her again. "I mean, human dick is okay, I guess." "Just okay?" I tapped my cock lightly against her puffy pussy, eliciting quite a juicy smack. "It's good! It's really good. I just... It was kinda a lot at first but then I could tell how good you were feeling and I started to think about how it was me that was making you feel that good and that you wanted to do it a second time and you found this nice rhythm and you were hitting a really good spot inside me and I've never squirted on accident before I just started cumming and then I couldn't stop." "Fuck you're cute." I remarked after her little tirade, pressing eagerly back into her warmth with a squelch loud enough to make Fang nearly burst into flame with embarrassment. "WhaddyameanI'mnotcuteI'msexy!" She squealed, glancing out at me between her feathers, snout curled into a pout. The opportunity was too perfect not to really give it to her. Her adorable attitude was dropped in a moment as I sank every inch back in. Although Fang was a bit tighter at first, she was finally loosening up for me to really luxuriate in our act. It didn't take me long to build up my orgasm. After finding the perfect angle and pace, it was an inevitability. One I leaned into. I fucked Fang with long, steady thrusts, savoring the gradual buildup and the accompanying increase in speed. Though her cheeks continued to burn a rosy red, Fang watched me with hooded eyes. Her scaly everything wrapped around everything of me. I became lost in those orange diamonds. Now it was her turn to notice as my movement got frantic, desperately holding onto her slippery scales. I let out a gasp that was one part eagerness and two parts release. Fang's snout split in a hungry grin. The moment I started to climax, she grabbed my shirt, pulling me close before locking her ankles behind my back. "Yes, give me all of it. Cum in this pussy! Make me yours!" Woah. My look seemed to make Fang realize the nature of just what escaped her adorably horny snoot and she hid behind the joint of her wing. That didn't stop her from clenching around me, body drawing as much cum out of me as I could give. I gotta say, second time was somehow better. I felt my cock throbbing against that furthest, deepest part of her in sweet, sweet release. At last, only once sure every drop was deposited in the first national bank of sweet Gee Eff pussy, I pulled out. Even so, a very lewd trail of milky white mixed with the clear juices leaking from her slit. Yet despite the back to back orgasms... My dick was still hard. What dino black magic was this? There was a definite 'all night hentai binge' soreness in my balls, yet I still wanted more. There was also the burning in my stomach and thighs, like I'd just finished a metric shit-ton of sit-ups or something my body was not built to do. Why the fuck didn't anyone ever tell me sex was this much of a workout? Make me yours. Fang's words spurred me on, stirring that primal urge to breed this warm and willing female once again. That confession came from somewhere exceptionally deep. Somewhere so deep, I think I needed to fuck her harder to get deep enough to find it. Some of my insecurity was worry that I had to really perform to prove myself. Part wanted to make this moment memorable. I wanted to make Fang mine. That was the primal part again. The part that needed to get eighteen years of virginity worked out in a few hours. Fang giggled. Shit, how much of that did I mumble and how much did she hear? "I'm starting to get a bit sore too. Maybe... Maybe it'd be easier if I..." Fang's legs were shaking like they were made of jelly too, almost falling over. Her wings flapped, a reflex it seemed to try and help flip over onto her hands and knees. Fang fanned her feathers wide to cool. She was wearing out for sure, grabbing my pillow in both arms and letting her front slump down onto the bed and spreading her legs invitingly wide for me. I could see everything. The way her tight little ass sat below her adorable tail. The drooling slit placed between plump, juicy lips. My hands found her haunches, pulling her rear apart just that little bit more, branding the sight into every inch of my brain I could reach. Goodbye math, you're secondary compared to girlfriend intimates. After almost sticking my leg right into the wet spot left after Fang's explosive finish I found myself right where I belonged. Her being bent over was far easier on my now sore body. Though it took a bit of wiggling to adjust her pussy to the right height, I was soon gliding smoothly into her twice-creampied pussy. It was no less tight than the first time, but I felt more confident and slid right in. I swore her belly was sloshing with the increasingly liquid nature of her contents. Or maybe it was that her inner walls were swollen with fluid and pressing in on my cock. I started slow, navigating the finale of this wild ride with care. Something-something enjoy the journey, not the destination. Libido brain only knows that I've mounted this scalie, feathery angel and she needed to be rutted into a puddle of satisfaction and hormones. As much as I wanted this to last forever, I knew we were having sex on borrowed time. Naser would be coming to pick up his sister regardless. Somehow I don't think 'we're fucking' would go over well with the overprotective saurian. Her being bent over was perfect though. Whether it was her muscles being more relaxed or just the angle I was going in because of the position, it was easier to reach the depths I struggled to hit in missionary. My pace increased, chasing that third orgasm. Despite the aches in my joints and the tenderness in my balls, the position eased the pains and enhanced the pleasures. Fang tried clumsily to push herself back to meet my thrusts but I steadied her waist, getting an adorable mewl of disappointment out of her as she rustled her wings. She squeaked when I grabbed her tail, insides constricting as she froze in place. I felt right on the edge. I wanted it. The burn in my thighs and the ache in my groin and the sheer overstimulation of my dick kept me teetering on the precipice. My thrusting grew ever more frantic. My very being was staked on this. It was about pleasure, yes. More pleasure than I'd known could be felt by a person. It was also about making Fang and I's connection permanent. A tiny feathered ptero seemed to have taken roost in my head and had convinced me that giving her this last creampie would bind us inseparably. Yes, I would leave my mark on her, but she would be leaving her mark on me. A taste that our bodies could never forget. The shape of me in her and the form of her around me. By having sex here and now, we would be exchanging parts of our very soul, knitting two parts into a greater whole that could only welded together in permanence by the trust of this shared intimacy. When that third climax hit me, I pressed a little harder than I may have meant. She jumped as if I'd hurt her at first, only for the sexy ptero to push her ass back and grind the abused lips of her pussy against my base. I didn't object, holding as deeply as she would take me. I rode it out, just like the other two orgasms, breathless, and unsure if the rest of time could ever measure up to these precious moments. Though I could tell I didn't have quuiiite as much to give her this time, I still felt a few healthy spurts. The last bit of cum I could possibly squeeze out. Spent, sore in places I didn't know I really had, sweaty as fuck, and with quite a few of Fang's feathers stuck to me, I slid out of my scalie girlfriend with a noticeable plop and sat on the edge of the bed. Head empty. No thoughts. Fang just let her rear end fall. Not even bothering to close her legs. I think she was drooling onto my pillow, uncaring that I could still see absolutely everything. "So... How about... Round four?" She panted, eyes glazed over, staring into the middle distance. "Yeeeaaaah, as much as I want to, I think my dick's chaffed." I winced, touching the side of my shaft that had been at the mercy of her vice-like inner muscles and how raw it was. "Haha, pussy..." Fang giggled at her own double entendre. "Oh, so you are up for round four?" I trailed a finger across the back of her thigh threateningly. She tried to squirm away but gave up. "Okay, yeah, my pelvis hurts like a motherfucker. I now understand when girls complain about their boyfriends rearranging their guts. I think we should swing by a sex store or something and get some lube." "I think Claw-Mart has a family planning section. You think lube would help with the chaffing?" "Since your dick is so big, yeah. And I'm not letting you stick that monster up my ass dry, that's for sure." Wait... Did that mean anal? No brain. Don't go there. Despite the beating it had taken, my cock twitched even as my balls cried out for mercy at the thought. File it in the spank bank for later processing. "Think we overdid it a little?" I said instead. Fang let out a long-suffering groan, joints popping as she reluctantly got up and sat beside me, mustering up the supernatural will to stand. "Nah, not a fuckin' chance. Though I definitely want to take a shower now. I can't go home smelling like sex. I think it's soaked into my feathers." Consequences be damned, her dad could incinerate me via orbital laser in that moment and I would have died happy. It’d be cutting things close, but judging by the sun through the curtains, she should have enough time to wash up before Naser got here. "Definitely soaked into the bed. I don't think just washing the sheets is gonna get all this out." "Shut." She swayed a bit, finding her balance after the physical and emotional transformation losing her own virginity entailed. A revelation graced her beak with a mischievous smile. "Holy shiiit. I finally understand why they say estrus season is better with a boyfriend. Nothing compares to an actual dicking. Wow." Oh yeah, that was a thing that happened to female dinos. "That whole thing. They never talked about that in health class. What's that like?" Fang's beak curled up into the most wicked grin I'd yet seen. "If you think I'm horny now, just wait until ptero season." My heart nearly jumped out of my chest at the thought. But like... In a good way? She gave her wings a thorough shake, drops of sweat flying free. A bit of down puffed into the air and hung in an angelic cloud. Fang's face contorted as she got a noseful of her own fluff. She sneezed. Then looked at me with betrayal beaten only by disgust. "Augh! Raptor Jesus on his cross of rock just how much did you cum in me, Anon? Awwwweeeeeww." She used one hand to clutch the mess threatening to plop onto the floor as she waddled to the bathroom and slammed the door. My sides reached escape velocity. Oh damn it hurt to laugh that hard. Her complaints were soon eclipsed by the sound of the shower and I couldn't help but grin. Good thing we were going to change those bandages. Which would be the last of my band-aids. Having no intention of putting pants back on, I laid back on the bed, aiming for the driest parts of the sheets I could manage. Aaahhhh, having sex with Fang was better than I ever imagined. I loved her all the more. I dozed in blissful afterglow until a thought struck my brain with the electrical discharge of both my remaining neurons firing in perfect unison. Holy balls. I can do it. I can finally do it! A dream second only to actually having sex with a real girl! Post coital shitposting! And I knew just the anime board to do it on. 'Guess who just graduated from virginity incel losers' It was cold. Cold as balls. Which made snuggling with Fang alll the sweeter. The heating was never that great in my little apartment. "What're you thinking of, dweeb? You've been spacing out for like... Twenty minutes at least." She gazed at me with those irresistible diamond eyes of hers. "Well, I was reminiscing about our first time. Losing our virginity." She propped herself up on one elbow. "And? Share your thoughts with the class, stud." "Well, aside from the shitstorm of your mom finding out and buying us condoms then your brother finding out, I was thinking that we were missing just oooone thing back then." I'd splurged a bit on a fancy lightbulb for the room. I grabbed a tiny remote off my desk and hit a button, bathing the apartment in the distinct shine of a blacklight. She sat on top of the covers, gloriously naked save for my gifted necklace so I could see those breathtaking markings of hers. "They say sex is a good, natural way to warm up a room. So I think we've got a lot of work to do." Couldn't argue with that logic. I love you, Fang. Forever. "I love you too, Anon." Okay, maybe I purposefully mumbled that one. [Accompanying Image goes here] [NOTES] "Don't go in there You'll become one Freaky creatures Monster party Eyes of yellow Scales and feathers Tails in tethers Turn the lights off." [/NOTES]