# IWTCIF

Title: IWTCIF
Status: Complete
Characters: Anon, Fang
Rating: NSFW
Classification: One Shot
Author: Anonymous
Summary: Fang spills spaghetti trying not to fuck Anon's brains out at his house during Estrus Season and Anon is too retarded to notice for most of the day. Realization comes during night time cuddles. Heartfelt talk about boundaries and shit and then SEX! SEX! SSSSSSSSSSEX! because I exist solely to make Cavemanon Writefags cry by writing smutfics about their daughter. I only hope they can forgive me. To be actually translated from the Sacred Schizo Texts at a later date. Maybe
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Desperate to break the tension and silence the tiny voice in the back of my head telling me to plow this fertile and unclaimed land for myself, I practically throw myself onto Fang, wedging my head between her beak and what one could generously call a chest as I passionately suck and kiss her sweat drenched throat. Honestly, I don't know what I'm thinking, I've seen this maneuver in my Chinese Smut Cartoons, but doing it for real just makes me feel like a retarded vampire.
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Retarded or not, my rookie attempts seem to be having some effect on her, my hot ptero gee eef letting out a weird sultry hiss as she throws back her head, her tail loudly thumping against my bed at speeds previously not possible. A part of my mind suspects she's more getting off to the moment than my technique, but my thoughts are cut short as Fang lets herself fall back into the bed, taking me with her as her wings help to cushion the fall.
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"Hey. You're pretty good." Her voice is deep and husky as her hands begin exploring my body, one rubbing my skeleton chest while the other snakes down into my pajama pants. I raise a brow, my hands now doing a bit of exploration of their own, undoing the buttons on her dress shirt. "Really?" I try to hide my surprise, doing my best to sound disinterested.
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Fang gives me the biggest shit-eating grin, her hand in my pants sliding past my engorged member and cupping around my balls.... Wait. "Yeah, for a loser virgin.". Before I can tell her to be careful, she squeezes on my jewels so hard that I fear her nails will puncture my scrotum. Luckily that doesn't happen, but I still let out an extremely pitiful cry, completely collapsing onto my dino lover as the bravado she displayed dissolves into genuine shock and horror.
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"Oh my God! Oh fuck! Anon? ANON?! ANON!!!" I can hear her panicked voice calling out to me, but it's too late. I'm fading. My vision blurs, my grip consciousness fades, and I begin reminiscing about my life... Ok, not really, but I really fucking wish that was happening. Since it isn't though, I finally pull myself up and weakly guide the hand in my pants away from my nuts and towards my thankfully still hard dick.
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"Who's the loser virgin now?" there's a crack in my voice, and Fang's only reply is to nervously laugh as she wraps her fingers around my peanus weanus. She's a lot more gentle this time, perhaps a bit too gentle, but the feel of her sweaty palms against my meat stick feels really good regardless. As she continues figuring that out, I return to her chest, eager to touch boobies for the first time in my life.
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My fingers slipping into her shirt now, I feel up her midriff and eventually find their prize. Honestly, calling them a prize is a bit of a stretch, they're nice and firm for sure, but they barely fill my tiny baby hands. God, her fucking titties are small as hell. The grip on my penis becomes dangerously tight all of a sudden, and I bite my traitorous tongue in realization.
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In fear that my words will continue to betray me, I just continue what I was doing, tracing circles around her dino ""milkies"" in a desperate attempt to come off as romantic. As my fingertips close in and aim to pinch her nipples though, I feel something warm and metallic. I already have an idea what it is, but peeling her shirt further open confirms my suspicion. Tiny barbells pierce her grayish blue nipples. They're the exact kind of thing you'd expect a girl who's trying to emulate a goth punker bitch to have, but I can't help but audibly snicker a bit.
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Feeling Fang's killing intent flare from that, I aim to quell it by flicking her piercing one last time before burying my face into her chest, taking a deep sniff before my mouth takes in one of her teats. Seemingly appreciating it, she places a hand on the back of my freakishly bald head and speeds up her ministrations on my pole. Honestly, she fucking sucks at giving a handy so far, but much like her, I'm getting off to the current situation and hormones.
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The next few minutes are like this, each of us getting used to each other's bodies in preparation for what's to come. While I'd like to think that what we're doing is erotic, my mind keeps telling me that what we're doing is only a half a step up from useless humping. Eventually though, Fang pushes me away, her hand leaving my trousers as she reaches towards her panties.
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"Get up for a second." Her voice is commanding, and I quickly comply, standing up as she begins sliding her underwear off. While she's doing that, I take the time to remove my own pants, my massive schmeat standing erect in the cool air. I expected Fang to have some sort of reaction to my endowment, but the only thing she does is eye it before throwing up her balled up undergarments at my face. My ego damaged, I decide to tank the thrown clothing, the piece of fabric hitting my face with a loud 'plorp'.
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Oh. Oh sweet Raptor Jesus it's so fucking wet. How can it be this wet? I peel the article off my face, tossing it onto the floor as I begin wiping my face off with my shirt. "We can skip the rest of the For Her Pleasure' shit.". A part of me is disappointed that I don't get to eat dino pussy, while the other part of me is glad to skip further humiliation. She beckons me with a clawed finger to join her again, and I waste absolutely zero time, striding up back to the bed as I take a look at her exposed nethers.
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They're the same color as her nipples, which isn't that much of a shock. Definitely wetter though. The real sticker for me though is the patch of downy feathers where a mound of pubic hair would be. She doesn't shave? Well, how the fuck would she? You can't shave feathers. Can you?
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As I'm pondering about a cleanly shaven Fang, she briefly grabs my hand and yanks me even closer towards her. I'm now standing between two spread legs as she lays back in the bed, one elbow propping herself slightly up as the other one impatiently lining up my penis with her entrance. The alarms I haven't heard since my time in high school make themselves known again. I wish they stayed left at high school, man they're loud.
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"Anon, I swear to God if you don't stop mumbling stupid shit and get on with it, not even estrus is gonna save this farce of a session." It's really hard to tell just how pissed she is with how low her voice is right now, but I just nod in agreement. I reach out and hold onto her waist, my hands struggling to clasp on from the combination of slick scales and sweat.
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I thrust and groan, my johnson sliding up and over her hole, uselessly grinding against it as it completely misses its mark. Fang let out a moan followed by an angry squawk. "I swear to fu-" In the middle of her complaining, I had already lined up for a second attempt, this time pushing myself in. I'm met with the barest amount of token resistance from her gash, followed by an almost uncomfortable amount of heat and tightness around my schlong.
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Fang's wings slightly flare out underneath her and her mouth opens to show rows of needle sharp teeth. She produces no noise, but I'm able to guess that she's probably in pain. Concerned, I begin pulling out, only to have her legs wrap firmly around my midsection to pull me back in. Brought back into the depths into her folds, she lets out a groan this time, her legs tensing and letting me go. I take this as my actual chance to escape and let her recover a bit, but my second try is met with the same result, and she locks her legs around me again and brings me back.
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Finally catching on, I stop trying to escape my ptero pussy prison, instead slowly grinding myself in and out in an attempt to help Fang get used to this. Pained groans quickly turn to stifled moans, and her tail starts thumping to the beat of my thrusts as I begin to pick up the pace. Between the moans and cries, she cries for me to go faster, and I simply brace myself and silently apologize to my bed for what's about to happen.
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My box spring lets out a noise of protest as my hips slam into Fang's, my hyper weapon thrusting into her breeding hole over and over at intense speed. Pale legs wrap lightly around my noodly waist every time I plunge as if begging me not to leave, and the soft moans and gasps she was making earlier have been replaced with deafening screams of joy.
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The sounds of our union however, are almost drowned out by my need to breed, the quiet voice in my head from way earlier coming back in full force, now a primal growl that repeats in my head over and over. I WANT TO CUM INSIDE FANG! PTERO PUSSY IS THE BEST! PTERO PUSSY IS THE GREATEST!
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I'm suddenly snapped back into reality as I feel a fist slam against my chest. Fucking ow. My pistoning hips grind to a halt, and when I look back at Fang, I realize her face is a mixture of both annoyance, anger, and embarrassment. It takes me a moment to realize why, and I'm suddenly hit with a wave of shame that hurts harder than any bollard could.
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Fang, looking away from me now, just mumbles "You done now?". I blew it, didn't I? Even if it's estrus season, there's no way I just didn't completely kill the mood. I laugh awkwardly, trying to pull out "Yeah, sorry I-". I'm cut off short as her legs lock around me and force me back in, causing me to groan.
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Clawed fingers reach out and grab my head firmly, Fang now staring into my eyes with those amber orbs of hers. "I didn't tell you to stop, dweeb. I just want you to shut the fuck up." Despite the harshness of the spoken words, her voice is anything but. She pulls me into a kiss, her massive snoot opening up to consume my entire lower face as we begin sucking on each other's tongues.
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Reinvigorated by our sloppy make out session, I begin my efforts of fucking her again, resulting in her moaning against my face and me groaning down her throat. My unga bunga caveman brain begins screaming at me once more. Fuck her deeper. Harder. And a whole bunch of other shit that I'm sure it stole from the copious amounts of illegally acquired doujins I've read.
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I really am not in a position to argue with my brain at the moment though, more hormones than blood currently flowing through my veins, so I oblige. I break my kiss with Fang as I grab hold of her legs, pushing them up and next to my head to give myself a better angle as I begin pounding into her even harder.
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The sing song screams of ecstasy from earlier are back in full force from my gee eff now as my hips become little more than a blur, the sound of my balls slapping joining her in our weird fuck session. I feel her legs start to tremble, and in a desperate attempt to bring me back into some sort of kiss she reaches her tip of the beak up to smash into my lips.
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I'm not sure if she climaxed, but the mere thought that I might have achieved the impossible for a first time virgin is enough to push me over the edge. I hilt myself as far as I can go, nutting so hard that I swear there's black spots in my vision.
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We're both locked in the same position for what seems like eternity, unmoving as our lusts die down. And as soon as they do, I collapse completely on top of Fang, her wings now wrapping around me like a blanket.This is probably the best part of all of this outside of the sex.
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I close my eyes for a few minutes, resting and trying to recover whatever stamina I have for the second round that's to come. When I start hearing her snoring though, I suddenly realize that everything I read about estrus season on a Serbian Kebab Removal IRC was probably a meme. Figures. I let out a sigh, before letting my exhaustion claim me as well...