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2024-08-14
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My Brother Started a Weird Cult Around Me and Now They Want to FUCK?!?

Chapter 4: Big Brother and Me in the Nest, What Will We Do? Cuddle (Techno & Phil)

Summary:

It’s Molting season! Which means family bonding time!

Notes:

Less raunchy than normal since I was tired, they’ll get their spit roast chapter later :)

If you want more small scale content I do have a tumblr as well :3

Chapter Text

Molting season always hit the house like a hurricane, the feathers dancing around the air was enough proof. The second Tommy opened his door, the black feather wings darted past, down the stair in a whirlwind of motion and he took a deep breath as he shut his door behind him and padded off towards Phil’s room to crowd himself in the nest before the older had the chance to baby bird him.

 

When he opened the door Techno was already plastered to the floor, sprawled out and shirtless just staring at the ceiling with his headphones on. Tapping his toes on the floor as he came in, Techno looked up at him and nodded a greeting, opening an arm out in a cuddle invitation that Tommy would be brain dead to not accept. He waddled forward and plopped down, curling up beside him and nuzzling in with a soft sigh. The other pulled his headphone to the side and said in a deep voice still stained with fatigue, 

 

“You good?” Tommy nodded and closed his eyes, his finger drawing shapes on Techno’s chest.

 

“Tired, dad’s making too much noise,” a yawn bubbled up out of him before he continued, “woke me up.”

 

“Ah. Well, we’re almost out of the cleaning stage of his molt, next is the food influx, then the cuddle phase, followed by the—”

 

“He’s not fucking me this year.”

 

“—fair enough. Help me prep?” Tommy cracked an eye and looked up at his brother before shrugging and going to stand up.

 

“Eh, sure why not?”

 

“Record it for me?”

 

“Okay freak-azoid”

 

 

8:46 AM

Blade: fingers.mp4 (a 5 minute video of Tommy stretching Techno open, his voice heard making little comments of moaning)

 

Goat: innocuous title huh?

Goat: OKAY JESUS THATS YOUR BALLS

 

Blade: yup

 

Ram: nice pair

 

Blade: thanks

 

Wool: awwww

Wool: Tommy sounds so cute!!!

 

Blade: yes he does

 

Nemesis: are you bottoming? I thought you only bottomed for Phil?

 

Blade: Phil’s molting, just finished cooking what smells like potato soup and is going feed then breed one of us, and I lost nose goes

 

Warden: makes sense

 

Blade: never speak to me pig

 

Warden: you are literally a pig wtf

 

Totem: L

 

Warden: YOU'RE MY FIANCÉ????

 

Blade: damn, even your fiancé turned on you

Blade: L

 

Ram: finished the video, gonna give the kid any attention?

 

Blade: course, Phil’s not gonna let him get away with not being stuffed, probably gonna hold him when Phil switches who he’s fucking.

 

Goat: and that’s gonna be recorded right Techno?

9:15 AM

 

Goat: RIGHT TEXHNO????

 

Blade: nah.

 

 

“Who are you texting,” Tommy’s voice was soft and demure as he blinked his eyes groggily, waking up from his brief cat nap.

 

“No one important,” Techno hummed as he plugged his phone in and crawled back into the nest. He dragged Tommy close as Phil followed Techno into the room, pupils blew wide as he rushed to follow the other into the pseudo blanket fort, letting his hands caress the both of them. He let out pleased chirps before touching both of their stomachs and huffing, feathers quite literally ruffling.

 

“He’s not gonna let it just be you bred, huh?”

“Nope.”

“You’re cruel.”

“Yep.”

“Hate you so much.”

“Love you too Tom.”