Story by Custos
(Original posting 27 January 2020 on https://inkbunny.net/Custos)

Please don’t repost this story, let it remain in my gallery on inkbunny!
This story contains material for adults only, do not read if you’re a minor.
The material presented is fictional and for adult fantasy only.
The author does not condone any of the depicted illegal activity in real life.

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ExtinctFeline commission: Of Mice and Dragons

The ride to the facility has mostly been smooth, although as soon as the conversation between his father and the entrance guard finishes and they’re cleared to drive through, Dylan can both feel and hear the gravel crunch underneath the tires of their family’s car. A small bump here and there as his father masterfully swerves from left to right, probably to avoid some potholes, Dylan can feel his heart racing in his chest as he grows more anxious by the minute. He twitches his ears and listens very carefully, somewhat trying to estimate the distance from the gates to facility they’re heading to by the grinding sound of the road. A warm hand is suddenly placed upon his, giving the ten-year-old mouse boy’s fingers a reassuring squeeze as Dylan can hear his mother speak from the front passenger seat, her voice warm and melodic:”Don’t be nervous, sweetie. Just think back to the practice sessions and try your best. We’re with you all the way through.”
The mouse boy smiles meekly, turning his head into the direction of where his mother spoke from and turning the palm of his hand up to answer her token of affection with one of his own.

The car gives a last sharp turn and then comes to a halt, Dylan hearing the low voice of his father muttering something to his mother about not forgetting to have the parking ticket validated on their way out later, the driver’s door then opening and closing quickly. Dylan’s door opens just as the mouse boy has unbuckled himself, the ten-year-old grabbing the long slender cane next to him and jumping out of the vehicle as he feels his dad’s strong hands grab his shoulders and turn him into the right direction, also with a reassuring squeeze to them. The air is chilly but smells fresh, a faint hint of mown grass wafting along the playful spring breeze as it ruffles through Dylan’s fur. The door from the front passenger seat closes as well, the mouse boy smirking as he can hear the jingling of his mom’s many little trinkets in her purse and the sharp tapping of her stiletto heels into the gravel as she approaches him and his dad.

Dylan can feel her squatting down in front of him, the boy already cowering slightly but the grown woman doesn’t care as she grabs her son’s jaw and starts straightening out his fur and cleaning up his appearance a bit, “Such a handsome young man we have! Now you look ready.”
The mouse boy just shrugs and rolls his eyes, the latter having failed from birth to grant him the same sight his parents enjoy, so what would Dylan know about appearances. He knows it has to do with the way his fur is brushed, the way his clothing is ironed and neatly worn on fancy occasions, but other than that he has very little clue. His parents have tried to explain some things to him, like colour, offering him to link sensations to them, like butterflies in his stomach with the colour pink, or heat and excitement with the colour red. He knows he has white fur himself, just like his parents, and he’s always imagined each of them being enveloped by that feeling you get when you walk through a thick fog or mist. And as soon as he was approved for the job he’s about to perform, a male fertility was tattooed on his right butt cheek in blue ink. Dylan had touched the sore spot for days, which was easy with the healing tissue, but now it was completely invisible to him and his parents tell him the fur above his tattooed skin now carries the blue coloured symbol.

The white mouse boy can feel his dad give him a little push into a direction and he starts walking along with them, careful to wave his cane low to the ground in front of him to avoid any obstacles. After a few moments, gravel turns to smooth stone and then to carpet as the woosh of the sliding doors opening indicates their entrance. Immediately the spring chill is replaced with the artificial warmth of central heating. Dylan’s parents talk to the clerk at the front desk and are then directed to a different floor where they take a seat in a waiting room. Dylan can feel his mother opening a magazine and absentmindedly fumbling through it, the mouse boy feeling the anxiety grow as his small hands search for his father’s. The ten-year-old can feel his dad lean into him, indicating he’s listening as the adult’s hand gently holds his son’s smaller ones:”Yes, Dylan?”
The white mouse boy’s voice trembles a little, trying to remain loud enough for his father to hear but soft enough for his mother not to. Dylan would hate to disappoint his mother, even more so than his father, though it’s his father’s footsteps he’s following by entering this sort of career:”D-dad. W-what if I… What if I can’t, you know, perform? What if I can’t do it right?”

A soft chuckle is audible and Dylan feels his father’s arm pull him into that strong masculine frame, his dad’s hands gently stroking his arm in a sideways hug:”Then you can try again another time. The best we can do in life is try, son. But don’t worry, these are always very nice people and they’re very understanding about newbies.”
Dylan’s dad pauses for a moment and then squeezes his son even tighter into himself, speaking even softer:”Are you sure you want mom and me to be there? Is that why you’re so nervous?”
The ten-year-old white mouse boy shakes his head quickly, grabbing his father’s arm in a tight embrace as he leans into the masculine man’s frame, seemingly to emphasise he doesn’t want them to go:”No, no! Please don’t go, dad. I need you and mom for if I screw something up. I need your help, dad.”
Another chuckle close to Dylan’s ear and another tight squeeze as they hug, the young boy suddenly feeling his father’s hand gently slide over into his son’s lap and giving his small bulge an affectionate squeeze:”You’re going to do just fine, champ. And mom and I are here if you need any help or advice, don’t you worry.”

Dylan exhales in a very soft moan, nuzzling into his dad’s chest as he takes in the familiar and reassuring manly scent of the adult mouse. His dad can surely feel his son’s penis is extremely flaccid, but that’s to be expected with all the nerves playing through the ten-year-old’s body. To say that their family is close would be an understatement, Dylan having known the loving touch and guidance from both his parents from birth. Maybe it was them overcompensating and feeling guilty about their boy being blind, maybe it was just tradition as the extended family was no stranger to intimate relations either, but in any case both Dylan’s mother and father made sure their son knew he was loved and that he was the centre of their universe. And with dad being a well known name in the omni-breeding world it is no surprise that as soon as Dylan was able to ejaculate he would be tested for potential as well, which the boy admits was a pleasant and fun experience involving some uniquely-designed sex dolls and some very helpful nurse assistants.

White mice are renowned for their ability to breed with any species and deliver only babies of the other partner’s species unless they’re both white mice, kind of like a blank slate without the drawback of genetic degradation in the offspring. The blind mouse boy was an early bloomer for sure, having had his first wet orgasm just months before his tenth birthday, his dad couldn’t stop boasting to his friends about how well his own seed had performed making such a strapping virile young lad like his son, embarrassing his son a great deal on social gatherings.

Feeling the warmth of his mother’s body lean in from the other side, Dylan was now embraced by both his parents, the boy smiling as he nuzzles back against his mom’s kiss on top of his head. It is then they hear a door swinging open, followed by some footsteps and a voice calling out Dylan’s name. They all stand up, mom discarding the magazine and collecting her purse, as they follow the other person into a long corridor. Dylan is relieved to feel this hallway is carpeted, the clacking of his mom’s stiletto’s no longer deafening as he listens to the person explaining the procedure and rules one more time. He informs them that due to Dylan’s young age, the parents are allowed to be present during the insemination, and that a team of professionals is following the procedure behind one-way mirrored glass. Their client is aware of Dylan’s status as a ‘first-timer’ and has indicated it is not a problem. After a quick disrobing and some encouraging words and hugs from his mom and dad in the private changing booth, Dylan takes a deep breath and opens the door to the room with the client.

A pleasant warmth washes over the ten-year-old mouse boy’s naked body, a shiver running down from the top of his spine to the tip of his tail, the latter of which the boy is clutching in both of his hands. The scent of central heating, cleaning agents, and something he couldn’t quite place immediately filled Dylan’s nostrils, his nose twitching rapidly as he can’t rely on his cane to avoid obstacles now. The door to the changing room softly closes behind the boy, the mouse put at ease as he can feel his parents’ hands gently push him into the right direction but saying no word as suddenly a deep but feminine voice speaks up in front of Dylan:”Hello, sweetie. Don’t be nervous, I don’t bite. It’s my first time doing this too.”

Dylan releases his tail and shuffles forward over the warm fuzzy carpet, waving his hands in front of him as he moves until his fingers find contact with something. The ten-year-old mouse can feel a large rough hand take his into its palm, another hand appearing to gently stroke its claws over it and up his wrist:”Such a handsome young man you are! I’m a lucky woman.”
The mouse boy can feel by the size of the hands and claws on his partner that she is positively huge, one of her fingers easily as thick as his wrist:”Um, I’m Dylan, miss. What’s your name?”
A deep purr is audible in front of the boy, the carpeted floor slightly trembling as he can hear something large move over fabric as the woman repositions herself:”I’m Yrstraza, sweet Dylan. And I’m not a miss, but you flatter me. Shall we make ourselves more comfortable?”

Before Dylan realises, he’s picked up underneath his armpits by two very large hands and then placed upon what seems to be a large cushion, right next to a very warm scaly belly as his small hands start to roam in discovery. The young white mouse can feel many ridges and unrelenting natural plate armour cover his partner’s huge body, until suddenly his tiny hands land upon a much softer but large and voluptuous scaly attachment, the boy’s sensitive ears picking up on the woman’s sensual gasping. Dylan’s fingers explore some more as he is not rebuffed, and why would he be seeing the circumstances of why he’s there, finding a seemingly sensitive large aureola and a nub the width of a soda can:”Is this… your breast, miss Yrstraza?”
A deep chuckle can be heard much closer to Dylan’s ears, warm breath washing over him which is oddly scented like mint and a slight hint of sulphur, one of the woman’s large hands covering the mouse’s tiny one and gently pressing it into her nipple:”Yes, it is, sweet Dylan. I hope you’re not put off by my size and… the way I feel to you. You might have realised I’m not quite the average species.”

The young mouse boy can feel his confidence growing, with his partner being so sweet and understanding as well as sharing his plight of it being her first time too, his hands encircling the large nub of her nipple as he leans forward and licks it. Immediately he can feel a deep purr roar through the scaly woman’s body as he answers her question by starting to suck on her teat like a hungry baby would with its mother after birth. The loud purring and growling trembles through the floor and the white mouse’s body, Dylan stopping for a moment and smiling up to where he can sense the voice coming from:”I’m not put off at all, you’re a very wonderful dragon lady! And I only hope I’m not too small to make this feel good for you too, miss Yrstraza.”

Immediately, the woman shifts and Dylan utters a soft gasp in surprise when one of the dragon woman’s fingers runs from his tummy down between his legs. An even bigger surprise awaits as Dylan finds his penis is fully erect and already leaking at a very respectable nearly four inches, Yrstraza’s finger gently tickling the mushroom tip before smearing the boy’s pre-cum down towards his respectable sac, “My, not only a gentleman but also big for your age and stature, aren’t you, Dylan?”
Dylan can feel his chest puff up slightly with pride as he nuzzles Yrstraza’s large bosom, squirming a bit in embarrassment:”T-thank you, miss. You have wonderful big boobi-err, breasts too.”
Again a deep chuckle but this time no reply, as the dragon simply masturbates the pre-teen mouse boy’s penis and massages any sensitive spots she can find with her other hand, like Dylan’s nipples, perineum, and anus. The mouse boy has taken to alternating sucking Yrstraza’s nipples, switching from one tit to the other as he then repositions himself so he can grind his penis into her belly button as he does.

Yrstraza strokes the mouse boy’s back and just lets him have his fun, when suddenly Dylan can feel her shift slightly and he can feel his mother’s hand upon his upper arm:”Dylan, sweetie. We know this must feel wonderful for you, but it’s time to perform.”
Dylan releases the dragon lady’s nipple nub from between his wet lips and has an apologetic tone to his voice:”S-sorry, miss Yrstraza. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”
A deep rumble can be felt underneath the boy as he’s laying on top of the huge scaly female, a chuckle escaping Yrstraza’s lips once more:”Oh no, my sweet boy. You’re making me feel quite good. It’s just that the doctors’ time is limited with enforcing these procedures, you know. Others need to use these rooms too.”

Dylan nods and suddenly feels manly hands gently coaxing him to scoot down Yrstraza’s body, the boy recognising his father’s touch as the adult mouse positions his son between the dragon woman’s huge hind legs. As dad is massaging and aiming his son’s penis for entrance, mom has taken hold of his hands and guides his slender fingers to Yrstraza’s warm slit and clitoris, instructing him on how to pleasure her optimally. The mouse boy hunches in his father’s hands whilst his mother’s fingers intertwine with his and gently enter the dragon’s slit to find the sensitive hooded nub of her clit as they both sensually circle their digits around it. Dylan groans out in overstimulated pleasure:”Ngh, mom! Dad! If you keep this up I’m gonna…”

Whatever words were about to follow are quickly swallowed as a high-pitched whine escapes Dylan’s mouth instead, his dad having placed his son’s penis inside the swollen wet lips of Yrstraza’s sex and subsequently guided him inside. The ten-year-old can feel the heat of a dragon envelop his throbbing erect penis as it slides inside her furnace to the root, his parents’ interference removed as their hands and fingers retreat for their boy to fly solo. A deep moan is audible from above, Yrstraza’s utterance of pleasure a clear indication that the small mouse boy is large enough for her to enjoy inside of her:”Oh, Dylan!”
Dylan’s whole body trembles and quakes, the dragon woman’s huge hands reaching down to take hold of him and reassure him as she gently guides his hips back and forth against her sweltering loins. The mouse boy is trying so hard to hold back, not wanting for this magnificent feeling to end so soon, but sadly efficiency is kind of the point in breeding programs.

As he feels the point of no return has been crossed, Dylan grabs Yrstraza by her scaly underbelly and starts pounding her slit with abandon, the surprised but very much pleasured yips and screeches of pleasure from the dragon’s lips like music to his ears, “Ngh, harder! Harder, my stud! Give me beautiful strong babies, just like their daddy!”
As soon as the realisation hits Dylan, his youthful cock swells up and immediately spews forth his still somewhat watery preteen boy semen up into Yrstraza’s vaginal canal. He’s going to be a daddy! Each and every one of these women will birth his children, and even though they’ll be of different species he’s still the biological father! How many children is he gonna father? How many did his mom and dad? Does this feel as good to them as it does to him now?

Dylan groans and collapses on top of Yrstraza, the dragon uttering a primordial guttural roar as she too experiences her climax, a wetness washing down around the ten-year-old mouse boy’s pulsing penis as they both cum. Their bodies heave together as they’ve both worked up a sweat, Dylan feeling his parents gently place their hands on his back and rub him encouragingly:”Wonderful job on your first time, kiddo. The ladies are gonna love you!”
Now it’s Dylan’s turn to chuckle, the boy grinning as he turns his head back at where he heard his parents’ voices:”Daa-aad, don’t embarrass me in front of miss Yrstraza!”
More chuckling from all sides as Dylan’s first insemination has concluded, the boy secretly looking forward to hearing the results!