Title:           Bathroom Break (Simmer)
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Wednesday 7th of October 2015 01:22:20 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 7th of October 2015 01:22:20 PM CDT

>Simmer impatiently waited outside the bathroom door with his arms filled with clothes.
>He was never a morning person and the fact that he was drenched in sweat was another nuisance he had to deal with.
>"Broil!" He impatiently rapped on the door. "Come on, how long are you planning on being in there!"
>"Ugh! For the love of...wait a bit more, okay!?" She snapped back at him.
>Fizzle walked from his room and gave a large yawn, his feet and claws covered in bunny slippers.
>"B-Bonjour, Papa..." Simmer sighed while lowering his clothes to his waist.
>"Morning scamp! Waiting for your sister to come out?" He asks with a smile.
>"She's taking forever."
>"Well, don't sweat it so much. She tends to take her time getting prepared, just like her mother."
>"It's not like she has anyone to impress. Mom hasn't gotten us into school yet and she rarely goes outside."
>Fizzle raises his forelimb and pats his son's head.
>"Now now, Simmer, cleanliness is very important and shouldn't be taken lightly! Your sister is trying her darndest to make sure she's squeaky clean and that should be commendable!"
>Simmer never understood where his father got the energy in the morning.
>Maybe it was because he was a full blooded dragon, or that he was just used to it from cooking breakfast for the family.
>Either way, being a morning person wasn't one of the things he got from his father.
>"I'll be in the kitchen if you need me. Your Mama gets cranky if I don't fix her chocolate chip pancakes before she wakes up."
>As he made his way off, Simmer groaned and wiped his head; it's bad enough that it's unbearable hot outside, but now his sister is hogging precious bathroom time.
>Before Simmer can knock on the door once more, the bathroom opens up and reveals his sister wrapped in a towel.
>Her normally upright hair is straightened and droops down her face, while the towel does a modest job of covering up her wet breasts, small C-cups just halfway through development.
>"There, I'm out. Happy now?"
>"F-finally," Simmer hastily stuttered out a response. "You took forever in there."
>"Yeah. So what?" Broil says, clearly annoyed as she slicks her hair back.
>Before he could give a rebuttal, she walked past him and made her way towards their bedroom.
>"Whatever. I'll be in the room. Don't walk in until I'm finished changing." She says curtly.
>And with that, Broil quickly walked out from his sight and shut the door behind her.
>Simmer lets out a huff and just enters the bathroom.
>The room is still hot, much to his discontent, with the steam making everything a tad more humid.
>No thanks to his sister, who seemed more than a little stand-offish today.
>In fact, now that he's thought about it, she's been acting this way for the past couple of weeks.
>Broil's never one to keep a quiet mouth and often loves to let people know what's on her mind.
>But lately she's been very direct and curt with her words, at least while talking with Simmer.
>There might be a few reasons for this, he thinks...
>"*sigh* I hope it's not because of what I think it is."
>Setting his clothes down on the sink, Simmer looks towards his predicament.
>Lately he's been waking up with a troubling case of morning wood at the start of every day.
>It's been standing at attention and twitching non-stop ever since he woke up; it's nearly driven him insane with how many times he's had to hide it.
>As he sheds his clothes and takes a seat on the porcelain throne, he wonders if it has something to do with Equestria's summer or if it's something to do with himself.
>No matter, he has to take care of this unless he wants to do something today.
>"T-this is normal," he says to himself. "Perfectly fine f-for a growing boy."
>With baited breath he strokes his erection while his imagination wanders to something suitable for the occasion.
>Simmer hasn't gone outside as much since they moved here to Broncton, but the ponies he has seen around here look nice enough.
>All soft and fluffy with their colorful coats, and tails swishing about giving glimpses of the mare's vagina.
>The way they trot just wiggling their rumps around, happily and carefree while they go about their business.
>"Mnn..." He closes his eyes and takes deep breaths as droplets of warm precum lubricates his shaft with every stroke.
>It's a good thing it's already wet, he thinks.
>Touching himself without any lotion or natural lubricant felt like gliding warm and smooth glass surface across his penis because of his scales.
>Not an unpleasant feeling on it's own, but it's a far cry from the softness of regular skin.
>Or the warm body of a pony, he fantasizes.
>Really, their bodies are practically on the perfect level for him to plunge into their wet, tight cunts.
>Maybe it would be perfect for grabbing their small bodies and ravaging them against the wall, hearing them cry out from hopeless pleasure as he thrusts in and out of her drip-
>Yeah, okay no. This isn't really doing it for him.
>Simmer lets out a sigh and a small curse.
>"This isn't getting me anywhere," he says softly.
>It's been about ten minutes and he still hasn't cum yet.
>It's not that he doesn't find ponies unattractive, but he finds it pretty difficult to get invested into people he hardly knows.
>He really doesn't want to spend all day in the bathroom.
>One time it got so bad that no matter how many times he tried, his erection just wouldn't go down.
>An entire roll of toilet paper to clean up the ensuring mess!
>Luckily he just blamed it on accidentally eating some sulfur crystals when his family asked why was he taking so long.
>He jerked off as fast and hard as he could in order to finish, but to no avail.
>Just then, he hears a knock on the door, making him go straight stiff.
>He took a big gulp and looked around the room as if to check if anyone was watching.
>Of course no one was looking, he was alone in the bathroom.
>That still didn't take away this dirty feeling he has.
>Whatever. This is the only way to get this over with quickly or he'll be in here for hours.
>Closing his eyes, he goes back to getting his erection down; this time, though, he brun the panties to his nose and takes a deep whiff of his sister's scent.
>Almost instantly he could feel the effects, evident as his cock twitches and warms in his hand.
>All he could smell was the heady aroma coming from Broil's damp panties, and as much as he would hate to admit, it smells amazing.
>"Nnngghoh gosh...~" Simmer bites his lip as he drinks up the lingering fragrance, his cock now drooling with pre and making short work of covering it with sticky lube.
>Depraved as it was, he couldn't get enough of it.
>The smell threw his head in a whirl and made his whole body burn; it was really savory with an intensely sweet after image, like roasted almonds drizzled in honey.
>The grip on his cock tightens as he stifles a moan, while scenarios and images of Broil flash through his mind.
>It starts off innocent enough with friendly hugs and chaste kisses on the cheek.
>It doesn't take long for it to warp into her naked body and risque underwear showing off her rump.
>Then he remembers how he saw her getting out the shower: with her hair and breasts dripping wet with a towel that barely covered her private areas.
>"H-hahhh~! Almost...t-there...~" Simmer exhaled with quicken breath as his cock throbs violently, edging past the point of no return.
>This is so wrong, he thought. Extremely wrong.
>Using a used piece of Broil's clothing to get off to the thought of his twin sister.
>What would she say if she walked in and found him like this?
>Splayed out in the bathroom with her sweat stained panties stuffed in his face?
>Absolutely abhorrent.
>But his mind thought up of a different outcome.
>She would find him cold stiff just in the middle of masturbating, then she would strip off her towel and slap his hand away, only to sit on his lap and rock back and forth on his groin until he threatened to burst!
>Oh, if only...
>He pants heavily like a heat stricken dog, taking a final whiff of her scent as he strokes himself harder and harder towards the edge.
>'C'est bon, petit frère. Mmnnnn, tu me fais mouiller~"
>It was the thought of her seductive voice that drove him over, hearing her whisper like that with such lewd intent.
>Simmer made a little squeak as his claws dug into the floor and his whole body tensed up, finally releasing his built up tension with an eruption of pleasure.
>It was like his entire state of being was caught up in a euphoric high with every gushing shot of his thick cum.
>He didn't know how long the seconds drew out, but when his breathing steadied and his nuisance finally retreated back in his body, he found himself in quite a pathetic state.
>Nothing on the walls, thankfully, and just a little got onto the floor, but his lower body was splattered with cum along with a portion of his torso.
>Coming down from the afterglow, he reached out for the toilet paper and started to wipe off the mess.
>It took a short while and only a quarter of the roll was used this time.
>After tossing his sisters pantiea back in the hamper, he promptly turned the shower on to scalding and stepped in.
>He was safe from any harm, obviously, being half dragon, but it still helped in his mind.
>If he had it on the hottest setting, it made him believe he was burning off all of the indecency on him.
>Squeezing a palm full of soap on a small towel, he dug into his skin and scrubbed with belligerent effort.
>It's weird that he always felt like this after a session.
>It made him feel tainted and dirty, like a bunch of swamp muck just surfaced out of his skin.
>What's even worse is that now he's using the thought of his sister to fantasize and masturbate to.
>Just the thought of it made him rake his claws against his skin for a once over, making doubly sure that his body was spotless.
>Sure, he might be as close to his sister as possible, but that doesn't mean he should get /that/ close.
>Not only is Broil his sister, but she's his twin sister, his best friend since birth, his other half.
>But just thinking about how he wants to do all of those crass and lewd things to her, and actually admitting liking it, makes him feel really dirty.
>Not that it matters anyway, since Broil most likely found out about it anyway.
>Why else would she be acting so callous to him lately?
>He sighs and scratches the conditioner into his hair, and then moving down to the scales of his feet afterwards.
>This is why he liked training all the time; it kept him focused on other things besides his desire for sex.
>Mother always taught him not to give into the lesser part of themselves, the bad part that's capable of surfacing if they aren't too careful.
>It's not like the two of them haven't explored themselves together, though.
>They played "Doctor" a couple of times with each other about a year ago and got accustomed to touching the other in a more intimate way.
>They were so close, they even showered together and slept in the same bed.
>Her soft arms and skin made her hugs leagues above his own with his scaly exterior.
>But then, one time, things got out of hand and almost got...violent.
>So they both decided to stop playing and give each other more space, sleeping in their own beds, showering alone, etc.
>From top to bottom Simmer scrubs himself clean until he's satisfied.
>He turns the shower head off and dries himself with a large towel.
>Wiping off the foggy mirror, he could barely make out his face with all of the steam circulating in the room and takes a step closer while brushing his teeth.
>Sharp eyes with an unnatural blend of scarlet and pink; pulling his teeth reveals rows of teeth all subtly jagged to tear into flesh and stone; pointed little elf ears that droop slightly from healthy doses of self-loathing.
>That's not even mentioning the threatening razor claws, flappy and non-cuddly wings, the fact that he's covered in more scale than skin, and all of it juxtaposed with an unmistakably girlish figure.
>School's going to be something fierce, he predicts.
>Simmer groans and spits out his toothpaste.
>He pulls a shirt over him and puts on some baggy shorts before opening the door and letting steam belch outside.
>Whatever. He could worry about how fucked up he is later.
>Now's the time for chocolate chip pancakes patiently waiting for him to scarf down.
>And Broil, who might just as well say nothing while also seemingly shoot dagger eyes in his direction.
>God, could he go for those pancakes right now.