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Two young drakes take sexual education into their own paws, again. This time Malthus has found some more reading material which is less educational, but even more interesting.

This story is self-contained and can be read alone. (3,678 words)

Terminology: A drake is a male dragon, a drakka is a female dragon, and drakken is the collective term for the species. The human equivalents would be man, woman, and humans. Drak is a gender neutral honorific, the combined equivalent to sir or ma'am.

Fadris sighed quietly to himself as he finished checking his math homework. This was the third time he'd recalculated his answers to make sure they were correct, and he had even gone so far as to check his brother's homework sheet too. His brother, Maltus, had made a few mistakes, so Fadris had helped him out by correcting the errors in his mathematics.

It was evening time just after sundown. After eating dinner, both of the dragon fledglings had been doing their math homework, but Maltus had finished first and gone off to take a shower. Now Fadris was waiting for his turn to take a shower, but Maltus was still in the bathroom after at least half an hour.

Feeling impatient, Fadris stood up and walked down the corridor to the bathroom, where water could be heard running from inside. He used the tip of his tail to knock on the door. "Maltus! Are you done yet? It's my turn!" What was his brother doing inside there? Usually Maltus took very quick showers.

Getting no response, Fadris reached for the handle and pushed open the door. The first thing he saw was his brother standing not inside the shower area but at the sink. It was almost like staring into the mirror--Maltus had dark brownish scales which lightened in colour towards his underbelly, with a pale white splotch on his chest just like Fadris did. The dragon fledglings were twins.

The moment the door opened, Maltus jumped in surprise and snapped his wings open, wrapping them around himself. "Ah! Hey!"

"What's taking you so long? I need to bathe too," Fadris grumbled. Then he noticed his brother's strange position--Maltus wasn't even in the shower, yet he had left the water running, and he had his wings wrapped around himself as if to conceal something. "What are you doing?"

Maltus didn't answer the question. "What are you doing?" he retorted.

"I'm waiting for you to finish showering," Fadris replied. Feeling impatient, he walked over and into the shower, letting the running water wet his body. After soaking his scales, he poured soup from a bottle and started impatiently scrubbing himself. "And why are you holding your wings like that?" he asked, nodding towards his brother. Dragons didn't wear clothes, and nudity was not usually a concept which bothered them. The fact that Maltus was trying to cover himself meant he was trying to conceal the one situational exception which was potentially embarrassing because it had sexual connotations--he had an erection. "Were you trying to play with yourself again? That's it, isn't it?"

Maltus's neck frill twitched. "No! Uh...maybe." After a few seconds pause he furled up his wings, revealing that just as Fadris had guessed, his penis was erect and fully extended from his genital slit. "It's not like there's anything wrong with playing with myself. Don't act like you don't do it."

"I never said that I don't play with myself. But you didn't have to keep me waiting for my shower." Fadris closed his eyes, then he balanced on his hindlegs and used his forepaws to wipe soap all over his muzzle and his neck frill.

Maltus was unapologetic. "And you didn't have to barge in without knocking! I thought that I didn't have to lock the door with our parents out on a business trip and our sister on a sleepover, but clearly that was a mistake."

Fadris opened his eyes just in time to see his brother stroll over to the bathroom door and lock it. "Well since I'm already in here and no one else is home, why even bother locking the door now?" Fadris asked.

"Uh, shut up, you." With his erection still jutting out from his underbelly, Maltus trotted back to the sink. He wiped his forepaws on a towel, and then he sat back on his haunches and used a paw to grab his erect length.

"You're not even done yet? I thought you said you could give yourself that tingly feeling in less than a minute?" Fadris asked

"Yeah, I can give myself the tingly feeling in less than a minute. But that's less fun," Maltus replied. . Technically he knew that the proper phrase for getting the tingly feeling was "orgasm". Something else called an "ejaculation" was supposed to accompany an orgasm, but both the fledglings were still only sixteen-years-old--a couple of years too young to actually ejaculate. They had just begun to hit the secondary growth phase which marked the beginning of the transition from fledgling to adult drakken, so sexually they weren't fully mature yet.

Ever since that evening where the two brothers had first discovered that touching themselves in this way could cause an tingly explosion of intensely good feelings, they'd both started regularly pleasuring themselves, usually just before bed or while showering. Maltus in particular liked experimenting with his body, and he had mentioned to Fadris that after some practice he knew how to make his penis give that explosion of pleasure within less than a minute. But now he was trying something different.

Ignoring his brother's masturbatory antics, Fadris washed all his scales until they were completely clean from dirt. He savoured the feeling of warm water for a moment more, then he shut off the shower. He then shook himself dry and sent water flying off his scales, forcing Maltus to hurriedly raise a wing defensively as droplets splashed all around the bathroom. "Hey! Careful... I don't want to get this wet."

Fadris could see that his brother was reading something off the sink. "What are you looking at? Is that a book?"

"It's a magazine! I had to work hard to get this. Come see," Maltus said.

Done with his shower, Fadris trotted over to see what his brother was doing. Sitting side by side, the two fledglings looked identical, except for one anatomical difference which was engorged with blood and protruding from Maltus's underbelly.

"This is...flight harnesses?" Fadris was confused when he saw the magazine his brother was looking at. The pages were showing advertisements for the latest models of flight harnesses--weaves of buckles and straps which dragons wore over their body, allowing them to carry pouches full of items while walking or flying. "What's so interesting about that? Are you buying a new harness?"

"No, the point isn't the harnesses, obviously. The point is how they're being shown off. The models." Maltus pointed towards the advertisement, indicating the full page where a grey-scaled drakka was wearing one of the flight harnesses to demonstrate how it would look like. "Just look at her!"

"What? That's a terrible picture," Fadris replied. The drakka was lying on her side, with one wing raised vertically and her tail curled into an S. One of her hindlegs was raised to show her underbelly, which partially blocked out the flight harness she was supposed to be modelling. "What a bad pose! You can hardly even see the flight harness."

In response, Maltus flicked his neck frill. "Not the flight harness! Her. Isn't she pretty? Look at those wings, and those legs... And her slit! Doesn't it make you want to just..." Maltus thrust his hips in the air a few times, then he reached down a paw and resumed stroking his erection. "Ooh, that feels nice."

"Huh." For the first time, Fadris refocused his attention from the flight harness to the drakka who was wearing it. She did admittedly look rather slender, yet muscular in the wings where it counted, while her scales were all in perfect condition. And just as Maltus had pointed out, her genital slit was obviously visible. Drakken society wasn't very concerned with nudity, but it was a blatantly sexual gesture for someone to reveal their genital slit in such a manner. Fadris felt a faint tingle in his own underbelly, but he wasn't aroused enough to start masturbating like his brother was doing. "I guess she is kind of pretty. Who's she?"

"I don't know. Just some model." Still using one paw to rub his erection, Maltus flipped the magazine pages. "But look at this! This whole magazine is full of these types of shots. They're all beautiful."

Fadris glanced at the next few pages--some had advertisements for scale conditioner or more flight harnesses, but most pages didn't even bother with the advertisements. Instead they just had attractive drakka in all sorts of postures, showing off their bodies in different ways. Some of the pictures had females lying on their sides, others had females lying on their backs or their fronts. There were other postures too--standing, squatting, or even flying, but they were all in positions which were clearly meant to be glamourous.

"Where did you get this magazine from?" Fadris asked. All the models were pretty, but in an abstract, impersonal way.

"Drak Asterin confiscated it from one of the older fledglings who kept getting distracted in his math class," Maltus explained. He was still stroking himself with a paw.

"What? And then you _stole_it from Drak Asterin?"

"I didn't steal it. I was having remedial practice for science, and I heard Asterin grumbling to Drak Beritae outside the staff room. Then I saw him toss the magazine into the trash bin outside the staff room. So after my remedial practice I snagged it when no one was looking."

Despite all their antics and misadventures over the years, Fadris was still continuously surprised by the nonsense his brother got into. "So now you're playing with yourself, touching your penis while looking at pretty drakka from a glamour magazine which you found in a trash bin," he summarized.

"Precisely!" Maltus nodded, and he rubbed himself a bit more enthusiastically. "And you're welcome to join in too. Just look at the pictures and imagine mating with them. Here, I think you'll like this picture..." He flipped the magazine to one of the later pages. This page had a more restrained picture--a drakka with dark-green scales and a short muzzle was sitting on her haunches and writing in a notebook, curling her tail around herself to use its tip as an ink brush. Unlike the other shots, some of which were blatantly lewd, this shot made the model look more respectable. She was obviously still healthy and very pretty, but now she looked intelligent and capable too. "She looks just like Arcestia, doesn't she?" Maltus suggested, nudging his brother.

Fadris felt his own neck frill perking up, although he liked to think that this was from irritation rather than interest. "And what is that supposed to mean?" he snapped.

"You like Arcestia, don't you? Come on, just admit it. I know you guys like to sit together in all your classes."

"That is absolutely..." Fadris had been about to say "not true", but then he realized that it was true. "That is...just because Arcestia's my friend. It doesn't mean I want to mate with her, and it definitely doesn't mean that I want to touch myself while looking at a picture of her."

"Not at a picture of her, but just a picture of a beautiful drakka who happens to look like her," Maltus corrected him.

"Whatever." Fadris sniffed dismissively. "Hmf. Besides, that drakka doesn't even look like Arcestia at all--she has stripes, but Arcestia doesn't."

"Oh, really? I'm sorry that this picture doesn't match your mating fantasies perfectly. Just try to ignore the differences and pretend that she's Arcestia," Maltus suggested.

Fadris could tell that he was being needled, but he still got annoyed anyway. "I do _not_fantasize about mating with Arcestia!" he insisted.

"Really? Then who do you fantasize about? Don't tell me that you've never even once imagined what it would be like. I don't believe you." Maltus looked thoughtful, even as he continued to touch himself. "Cause _I've_fantasized about mating with Arcestia."

Fadris felt a sudden, irrational desire to slap his brother. "What?!"

"Oh, yeah. She's obviously fond of you, which is why she always likes to sit beside you--I bet _she_fantasizes about mating with you. Anyway, one time I had this weird dream where she mistook you for me, and so she was getting all friendly and touchy after class, and then we ended up mating because she refused to believe me when I said I wasn't you. It was really hot! But I felt bad about that dream when I woke up."

Growling softly, Fadris let his claws extend out from his forepaws. He had just recently reached the stage of maturity where he was old enough to produce a deep threatening growl instead of an adorable purr. "Grrr..." Unfortunately Maltus knew that Fadris would never actual hurt anyone, especially his own brother, so growling at him had zero effect. "Rrrrr... You are...making that up! You are making that up just to annoy me! I don't believe you!"

Maltus grinned and laughed. "Haha. Yeah, I am. But seriously--are you not going to do anything? I went to all the trouble of digging through a dustbin to find this magazine full of beautiful drakka, and you don't want to enjoy it."

"That is just... Maltus, of all the things you've done..." Lost for words, Fadris collapsed his neck frill and hid his head under a wing. "Sometimes I think I'm going to die of embarrassment just from being your twin."

"That's the spirit!" With his head still hidden under his wing, Fadris felt Maltus nudge his side. "But I haven't shown you the best part yet. Check this out."

Fadris furled his wing back onto his back. "What?"

Flipping the magazine pages, Maltus stopped at one particular page. "This one. I bet you'll find this interesting."

On this page, a blue-scaled drakka was in an unusual pose. She had her hindlegs straightened but her forelegs bent, and the picture was taken from behind, showing her tilting her head to look at the camera from between her legs. And of course, this position would have given an easy view of her genital slit, except that the drakka's tail just so happened to be in the way. "What's so interesting? That's just a silly way to stand," Fadris said. It was a well-shot picture with good lighting and composition, but then so were all the other pictures.

Maltus pointed to the foreground, where the picture was overlaid with a square glass bottle filled with clear liquid. "This is a perfume ad. Smell it."

Fadris leaned in and took a hesitant sniff of the paper, but he couldn't smell anything. "I don't smell anything."

"You have the scratch the paper. Don't use your claws, just rub the sticker here and it'll release the smell."

Doing as his brother suggested, Fadris rubbed his paw on the sticker of the perfume. Then he took a whiff, and the aroma was...intriguing. It was an earthy scent which reminded him of some sort of spice--not particularly overwhelming or extremely pleasant, yet it stuck in his mind and made him feel strangely excited. "What...? This is perfume? Doesn't smell like anything I've smelled before." Fadris took another deep breath, and the effects felt like they were becoming amplified; his hearts began beating rapidly in his chest and his scales started feeling all warm. Most notably, he felt a distinct tingling sensation in his underbelly as his phallus filled with blood and threatened to push its way out of his genital slit. "Uh..."

Maltus was watching him with a mischievous amusement. "It's working, isn't it?"

"What? I don't..." Fadris got yet another sniff of the smell, and the tingly warmth in his underbelly became undeniable. His penis throbbed and slipped out of his genital slit; and once his phallus was no longer contained within his belly, even more blood surged in and made it quickly swell to full length. Just in the recent few months, Fadris had noticed his reproductive organ was getting increasingly larger as his whole body grew to adult proportion, but this development had come with an unexpected problem. The muscles of his genital slit didn't yet have the strength to keep up with such an increase in virility, which meant that if his adolescent body decided he needed to be erect (seemingly at random times), he had no way to control himself and prevent his penis from proudly presenting itself regardless of how inappropriate the social situation was. Now Fadris found himself fully erect, with his penis just as rigidly enlarged as his brother's. "This is perfume?" he asked, taken aback by how much of an effect the scent was having on him.

"Yes. It's made to smell just like a drakka in heat," Maltus explained. "You know how drakka in heat will have this scent that gets drakes aroused? And they have to block it with deodorant if they go in public? Now that's what it smells like if they don't block it. Interesting, right?"

"No...comment..." Although Fadris didn't want to admit it, he did find this interesting. For fledglings of their age, their school had only just begun basic classes on sexual education. These classes were (for now) focusing more on building relationships and making friends rather than the intricate details of biology, which were just briefly touched on. Fadris liked to read and he had been aware of this particular fact, but it was entirely different to discover first-hand just how _effective_this one special scent could be at eliciting arousal.

"I told you so." Maltus nodded, looking pleased with himself, and then he leaned in and took his own sniff of the perfume. "Unf! That makes me feel so..." The brown-scaled fledgling held his paw still and thrust his hips, working his phallus in his grip. "Are you sure you don't want to...you know? That's so good...! Once you start you'll enjoy it."

"Huuuuh..." Fadris let out a prolonged sigh. He stared at his brother (who was frantically rubbing himself), then he stared down at his own erection, then he went back to staring at the glamour magazine. He was very aroused and his penis felt like it was craving a stroking touch, and from previous experience he knew he would definitely enjoy it. "Whatever," he grumbled, and then he spat into his paw to lubricate it and reached down to begin rubbing his erect length.

Maltus didn't say anything, which was just as well because Fadris would have ignored him. The two brothers kept stroking themselves, sitting side by side and both looking at the magazine. Fadris felt pleasure begin to build up in his underbelly, and his embarrassment faded away in inverse proportion. After a minute or so, he flipped the magazine back to the page with the picture of the dark-green scaled drakka--the one who was shown reading a book.

"Mm hmm," said Maltus, sounding unbearably smug. He flicked his neck frill up and down. "She does look like Arcestia, doesn't she?"

"Shut up." Fadris determinedly ignored his brother. This wasn't very difficult--as he continued to touch himself, the pleasurable sensations coursing through his body were increasingly drawing all his attention. And despite his denials, Fadris did have to admit that this model in the magazine had a good resemblance to his friend and schoolmate, Arcestia, if she'd been just a few years older. Not that he wanted to mate with her, although now he found himself wondering what that would be like--pressed up against her body, clutching her close as his chest and underbelly brushed against her back...

That one mental image was all it took, and all of a sudden Fadris found himself tensing up. Although he masturbated many times before, this time his orgasm seemed to come out of nowhere to blow him away. His phallus throbbed in his paws, and then exquisite, tingly pleasure starting flowing from deep in his underbelly out to the tip of his reproductive organ. It was so intense that all the muscles in his groin went into a rhythmic frenzy, twitching uncontrollably in a wonderfully satisfying way. His tail flagged and his hips bucked forwards instinctively. Fadris's gaze went blank--even though his eyes were still open, he wasn't really seeing anything anymore. His senses, his thoughts, his entire mind was all shut down for that brief instant of total bliss.

When his orgasm had finally ended, Fadris opened his eyes just in time to see Maltus go through the fading aftershocks of his own sensual release. Maltus's neck frill was fully raised and his wings were unfurled, as if he was unconsciously trying to take up as much space as possible. He panted once, twice, and then he closed his mouth and blinked opened his eyes. The two brothers stared at each other.

"That was a good one. It felt...extra tingly," Maltus decided. "This magazine is great. It's like a, uh, a visual aid for fun!"

Fadris pushed his own now softening penis back into his slit. "I suppose you're going to keep it?"

Maltus picked the glamour magazine up and carefully slid it into the chest pouch on his flight harness, which was sitting by the side of the bathroom. "Yep. But if you want, I can cut out that page with the drakka who looks like Arcestia. Then you can look at her every night before you sleep and touch yourself! You know--get some good dreams about mating with her, maybe."

"No. Just, no. Arcestia isn't... I don't want to mate with her..." Fadris felt his neck frill drooping flat against his neck. "Maltus, you'd better not ever tell anyone about this. Especially that part about Arcestia. I will just..." Fadris tried to think up some threat, but he wasn't very good at being threatening. "I will be very unhappy," he ended up saying.

His brother shoved his side affectionately. "Relax! I'll keep your secrets. Family is family." Tugging his flight harness behind him with his tail, Maltus walked over to the door and unlocked it.

Fadris followed behind. "Back to homework, then."

END

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This was a semi-sequel to the closely related story, Twin Discoveries, which you might want to read if you enjoyed this story.