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Crane's wings bobbed in the wind, the cool night breezes rippling through his primaries. Without the thermals of the sun, he had to flap more often than he cared for. But what they did was important, and thus it was worth the effort. They including Viper, coiled around Crane's legs, which currently tucked to his underbelly and chest. Crane flapped once more, spread his wings wide, then quietly glided.

"The wolf camps here haven't expanded or moved." Her voice came from below, with a faint hiss. There was a drawn out pause before she continued, "... As they haven't for months."

Crane flapped once again, keeping them high above the fires in the valley below. "The day we do not surveil is the day they gain advantage, Viper," Crane quietly responded. His hat tilted down over his eyes, wings flowing through airs well known, a path long memorized.

"I know, I know..." Her coils tightened and shifted between Crane's stiff legs, "But you think we could do something more fun, more like...."

"Po is rubbing off on you, Viper. Soon enough you'll be devouring mice and rabbits a handful a day and think of nothing but food."

There was another drawn out silence. Crane's wings tilted the slightest, turning toward the next set of camps they were to check. Then he felt tightening once more around his legs, Viper adjusting her position again. Nothing unusual. What was unusual was Viper tail tip flicking against his tail feathers. It caused a jerk in Crane's flight, the pair tumbling a few feet lower in the air before he steadied once more.

"Viper, those feathers are... very sensitive." Crane quietly muttered, leaving out that they were sensual, personal, and rather rude to touch. Try as he may, it was already too late. A faint warmth was forming beneath Crane's tail feathers. An urge the Kung Fu master had yet to tame. Crane's lust was a force he worked to quell for many years, yet it once again it was winning the war within him.

"Oh, I'm sorry," rang a voice so sweet beneath him, chiming with wicked intentions.

Crane did his best to focus, assuming- at least telling himself- it must have been an accident. The pair were lower than they ought to be, approaching the hills between encampments. Crane shifted his wings to raise up and prepared to beat his wings, gaining them height, but faltered mid-flap. That tail slithered and teased against the most basal feathers of his tail. Again they jerked, dropping a foot before Crane steadied once more.

"Viper! What are you doing...? We've a mission to focus on!". Not to mention it was exceedingly hard to fly with such a distraction. Crane barely finished speaking before the tail worked once more, right against the opening of his cloacal vent. A strangled moan escaped crane's beak, his eyes wincing from the heat- a desperate need- that he felt grow between his legs.

"Crane, just focus on flying. The wolves haven't moved..." she hissed under her breath, "And I can watch the ground while I ... Take care of things."

"Take care of...?" he questioned, trying his best to fight the urges- and further stimulation- he was receiving. "I cannot fly while you do that, Viper!" he insisted.

He was ignored. Crane tensed once more, a new presence between his thighs. Viper's tongue flickered against the pale pink flesh, bare of feathers; Crane's most personal space. A shuddering gasp escaped the avian's beak, his head tilting aside and down to look. Viper's head was inverted, eyes turned downward, her tongue flickering once more against his cloaca. The flesh was heated and moist. Increased blood had brought the area to swell faintly, bringing extra heat, and so much more sensitivity.

"What's this?" came a teasing, sultry voice from below, incredibly calm in contrast to Crane's distraught thoughts. Crane righted his head, refusing to look at what he knew was exposed. He tried to bring in a slow breath, to regain control, but he choked out a gasp mid-inhale. He began beating his wings hard, shakily rising higher into the air as his exposed shaft tip was tongue-flickered. His erratic flapping just wasted energy, barely gaining altitude.

"Tasty..." and a trailing hiss cooed quietly below him. "I always wondered, it's not like... well, you're really quite noisy and..." the tongue flickered upon his sensitive flesh once more. "We heard Shi-Fu talking to you about it before... But you never came to Tigress or me..."

Crane focused as best he could, his body trembling between shakes of his wings, sending them lurching higher into the night sky. The memory brought a fresh wave of humiliation. Crane had trained years, his life, to be a master of Kung Fu- yet his own sex drive was his worst enemy, distracting him through days, keeping him from sleep at night while he masturbated- apparently too loudly. But that all meant so little now. Crane beak clacked before he loosed a moan, his eyes clenched shut before he opened them again. Awareness blossomed a moment, and Crane flapped rapidly, lifting them higher once more. They were still too low in the sky. Even then, fight as he did, Crane could feel his shaft expanding, pressing outward from the sensitive rim of his cloaca. That devilish tongue flickered over his shaft at the seam of his cloaca, earning a pathetic chirp from Crane's beak. The first time another would touch him in so intimate a way, and it was in so nerve-wracking a situation.

The glide went on in a moment of silence, before Viper spoke again. Her coils slithered around Crane's legs, and she hissed in delight, "Goodness... Crane, you truly are exceptional... In all regards!".

"Viper... I can't fly, stop!" he pleaded. The words could barely be forced out, so hard he wanted to beg her to continue, to just land and spend the night feeding his insatiable sex drive, to finally release his lust with another, as he'd fantasied for so many years.

Crane fluttered, his flight still uneven. He was working to steady them, trying to contend with the pleasure between his thighs and the distinctly non-aerodynamic phallus hanging from between his thighs. And it only became worse as one of Viper's coils wrapped around his shaft, then another. The flat, plated scales of her belly slid across the pink, sensitive flesh as she shifted. Their cold pressure was such an unusual sensation, but one Crane was quickly realizing he liked.

"Just focus, Crane," Viper teased, as though it were so easy. "Yes... Very exceptional..." she continued sweetly. That demonic, flickering tongue teased Crane's tip. "Is that all, or can I draw out even more ...?" Viper questioned, clearly more intent to find out herself than expecting an answer from Crane.

Indeed, Viper found, she could. Using her body for leverage upon Crane's legs, she pulled with her coils and was able to draw an extra two inches of shaft free before Crane squawked in so undignified a manner, quickly followed by the pair dropping a couple feet before his wings steadied. His shaft was free. Long, tapered, pink flesh; even the vaguely-purple, base-most root; a faint 's' curve to the entire thing guiding the shaft to curve up toward Crane's breast before the tip dipped to point forward. Its flesh stood slick with internal fluids, carrying a poignant scent of Crane's arousal. How hard he'd tried to hide it before, but now he could sense it wafting up with each flap. Viper noticed it too, her flickering tongue drinking deeply the scents and tastes upon the shaft and cloaca.

"Goodness, how does this even fit in you...?" Viper half-teased, half admonished. Her snout caressed along the flesh, tongue flicking at it. Each flick was a tickle, a tease, yet arced a bolt of pleasure up the shaft, through Crane's cloaca, spreading down his tail feathers and up his spine, into his chest. It was torture Crane couldn't have fathomed.

Crane could feel the puff of her breath along his shaft, the swelling and relaxing her coils. Her belly scales no longer slid along his shaft, they lay still without friction. But a new sensation seemed all the better. Her coils squeezed from base to tip, released, and squeezed once more in rhythm. It was nothing like Crane had ever felt before, keeping his shaft so horridly turgid, so overwhelmingly sensitive. The tip felt as though it were to explode- Crane thought the sensation similar to impending orgasm, but it felt so alien this way he couldn't be sure. He tried to warn Viper but all that would leave his throat was a breathy moan.

The coils around Crane's legs shifted, Viper upon the move once more. Crane winced and worked to increase their altitude again, the walls of the wandering valley pass approaching. He did his best to maintain course despite the pleasure, but soon it was all folly. Crane felt that flickering tongue at his oozing tip once more, then Viper struck. Her- thankfully fang-less- mouth wrapped around his shaft and eagerly delved forward. Crane had seen Viper swallow prey before, her jaws steadily 'walking' down prey of vast sized, quickly engulfing them. Now, Crane almost wondered why the prey struggled. Viper's mouth and- more and more, steadily- her throat were slick, tight. Her head passed through her own coils, until her lips were working at the root of Crane's shaft and the lips of his cloaca.

Crane's legs kicked, lost in pleasure, restrained by the cool coils of Viper's body. Crane's head bobbed up, eyes shooting open as he realized they were descending. What he saw before them wasn't good.

"Viper... Viper!" he choked out, doing his best to warn her.

The wonderful tunnel of slick flesh around his length retracted fast as it had engulfed. Dismay blossomed deep in Crane, wanting to stay within her, despite the fear that spread through him like ice. His legs pulled tighter to his breast as he arched his tail forward, thrusting into the air. The sensation of her drawing off drove him too far, and cum gushed from his shaft's tip with startling ferocity, arcing through the air before them. Crane's wings trembled and flapped with each thrust of his hips, more of his essence splattering forward. Crane could faintly be aware of the giggling below him, Viper's apparent amusement. Her coils were kneading again, drawing another flex and long white band of cum, and another. Her attention clearly on naught but Crane's sex, watching the pulsing of Crane's length.

But his orgasm wasn't what Crane had been calling to Viper for.

Sets of Bolas flew through the air at them, one set well-aimed and flying square at Crane's chest. The ropes struck and the weighted tips swung around the two Kung Fu masters with terrifying speed. The thin rope binding them together wrapped roughly around the both, tangling them together. The rope burned as it tangled around Crane's shaft, the rough hew harsh upon so sensitive an organ. One of Crane's wings was stuck in an awkward position against his body, the free wing uselessly flailing on its own. Then one of the stiff weights smacked Crane upside his skull. Crane's rice hat drifted away toward the ground and everything became darkness.

He knew they were falling, tumbling, but there was nothing to do about it. They crashed into cold, wet grass before Crane's vision was returning. The darkness faded away, the world a blurry double before refocusing. Crane almost wished it hadn't. Coming to, his eyes focused on wicked wolves grinning down at them. Crane's mind scrambled for something, anything. How their training would guide them to safety, to escape. But this wasn't exactly a standard situation to cover in training. He tried to kick with his legs, useless and tanged with Viper. His one wing fluttered uselessly, smacking the earth and grass around them.

Crane's focus shattered as bolts of pleasure arched up his spine, heat arcing up from between his legs and into his chest. Heat. The texture rough. It was the opposite of how Viper had felt upon his length. Then the pleasure increased, doubled, and it was too much, a combination of overstimulation and pleasure. Another grip held around his ankle, and the world flipped once more as Crane was lifted upside down- to his humiliation, hanging before the eyes of many wolves, many fixed upon Crane's cock while others tended to Viper, who'd fallen to the ground and was attempting to slither away. Crane quickly lost track of her, his mind racing. The bolas were still wrapped around him, strangling the base of his dick, his wing still stuck. The embarrassment burned on and on, made worse when the paw shifted upon Crane's length- and a startled moan escaped his beak. Like a gun to start a race, the moan broke the embarrassing reverie- and the wolves descended. More hands were all over Crane, words taunting and laughter cackling all around. More hands than Crane could contend with a single flapping wing.

Crane tried to turn his head to see, but the torches they carried were distant. Flashes of fangs and glimmering eyes, and a hand- or two- constantly caressing on his dick, pads rough and touches sadistic. Crane's mind spun, a mixture of that pleasure and blood rushing to his head; the wolves were keeping him hung upside down, supported by both his legs, which were loosely tied together. Ropes wrapped around his body, bound his other wing. He fought back, but there were so many wolves- and then his entire body went rigid as a thumb shoved up his cloaca, just under the root of his dick. Crane froze in place, his beak gaping open, eyes wide in shock. The moment of shock was all that was needed. His entire body became entrapped in the tightness and roughness of rope.

The thumb was yanked out, leaving a feeling of emptiness. Crane's body fell limp, helpless to the wolves' onslaught. Crane's beak was suddenly shut tight in a leather cuff of sorts. Crane distantly heard Viper's voice, her fighting back, stronger than he was managing. Crane tried to kick with both his bound legs, but found it useless. His body was being pushed around- curled upon itself! Something new clicked around Crane's ankle and stuck, a metallic clacking sounding from it. The ankle was hoisted up, thin chain snaking along the back of Crane's neck. The legs were pulled past his own head, the motion causing his turgid shaft to smack Crane's own beak. Another metal cuff bound his second ankle, his feet stuck on either side of his head. Crane was bound, silenced, helpless, his world of naught but touch and scent: metal; rope; leather; and the omnipresent touch and stink of wolves.

Rough rope was still tied around the root of his cock, and it shifted- scratching- as Crane tried to shift his legs away, earning another smack to his beak from his biggest enemy- his engorged phallus. The rope worked much like a cock ring, making Crane's length harder, more sensitive, giving no reprieve after his orgasm. A paw took advantage of it, caressing along the strained pink flesh, earning a muffled cry from Crane. Laughter once more rippled around the helpless avian. The laughter was awful- worse, Crane was tortured with the disgusting pleasure this rough handling and laughter was inspiring. Crane took a glimpse of his own shaft, just inches from his beak, and was horrified by the look- darker red than normal, horridly swollen, and terrifyingly sensitive. The length was a sight of awe all in itself, Crane never having seen his length so large and stiff.

It was all a confusing, horrible torture of pain, helplessness, and pleasure Crane told himself he detested. Crane's position finally changed, blood rapidly fleeing his head and making the world spin. Crane was being held on his back, a single arm hooked around his body, like he were laying down. The relief from the changed position, and a quick squeeze to his dick from who-knows-which paw (with his view shielded by the body of the holding wolf), almost brought Crane once more to orgasm, which he fended away with sickened determination.

Crane's head was grabbed, wrenched to face a wolf. This one walked beside the wolf that easily carried Crane. Despite being bound, carried, Crane still felt hands that grabbed and pulled his painfully stiff cock, or laying a smack along it, all out of sight. Crane could barely focus on the wolf holding his face, who's eye Crane tried to stare into. While one eye was closed, the other was open and glaring into Crane's eyes. There weren't any scars, the eye looked fine... but the fur was matted, white streaks sloppily wiped away over the canine's muzzle and face. A distinct scent filled Crane's lungs. His plumage fluffed in embarrassment while the wolf snarled at him.

"Gonna pay for this, y'filthy bird."

Crane's first time. Molested by his companion, ejaculating upon a stranger- an enemy.

The wolf's tongue traced across the wolf's fangs, over his lips. The canine spit in disgust, shoving Crane's head away. The wolf turned forward again, marching. The steady bob registered to Crane. They were going... somewhere, along a path.

Crane's head rolled to the other side, examining what he could, and distinctly avoiding the sight of the wolf his ejaculate had landed upon. Other wolves were all around them. Their stink was rich, unwashed, mammalian, carnivorous. Their stink fueled the fear throughout Crane's body. The wolves were holding smoldering torches, offering meager light. Crane turned this way and that. Looking for his companion, looking for escape. When his head turned, it shifted the chain connecting the two metal cuffs on his ankles. That pulled on the ropes bound around his body. Each time, an icy stab of overwhelming pleasure rode up his spine from the rough rope around his cock base.

A squealy moan sounded nearby, distracting from the pleasure-pain. Crane turned toward it, spotting a crack of green between wolves. The voice was familiar and the green was hers. Crane extended his neck upward, looking best he was able over a wolf's shoulder- and inducing more prickly pleasure-pain from his nether regions. Crane gagged in shock. Some sort of paddle-shaped wood piece, holes slotted along it. Viper's body was woven between the holes, binding her. Her head was just past a hole too small to back out of, and her body was stuck, underbelly exposed. Worse yet, the wolf carrying her was digging its tongue in and out of her sex, worming within her, drawing those squeals and moans.

The sight made everything worse. Crane felt heat spread over his face, neck. His brain raced- wondering, greedily, how Viper tasted. How she felt. Her mouth had been so pleasant, that end... The same heat upon his face was spreading between his thighs. Despite the bondage, the pain- or maybe even inspired by it, some tiny voice told him- Crane felt his shaft involuntarily flex, eager for attention. Heat had spread through the overly-stiff member once more. Another rough paw grabbed it, the calloused pads gripping tightly. Crane squawked out, arching with a pathetic moan. The wolf carrying Crane released his arm, and Crane fell toward the earth. His fall was abruptly stopped by a yank at his ankles, the rope binding them to one another squeezing tighter. Once more, Crane hung upside down, his entire body curled up toward cock, which laid upon his beak. The rope bound around him squeezed as he shifted, the 'cock ring' pulling roughly at the root. Crane felt seed shoot from him once more, splattering down upon his own beak and chest, pattering like raindrops upon the ground below. Many fold more intense than the orgasm Viper had drawn out of him. But disgust welled in Crane. It felt far dirtier, more sinister, to have his enemies- their captors- do it.

And they laughed. Wolves cackled around him, mocking his arousal, his oddly curved equipment, his release. Their words drove into Crane like hot needles. His eyes rolled back and closed, shame filling his chest. He hardly noticed they had trudged to a stop. They had arrived somewhere. After moments of bleak humiliation, realization blossomed- and inspired yet another pang of fear in Crane. His eyes shot open, and a glance around told Crane they were at some sort of outpost. Viper was nowhere in sight. Torches were extinguished, leaving the wooden, foliage-concealed structure bathed in pale moonlight. Crane realized he had no clue of its existence- and began frantically wondering how much of the wolves' expansion through the valleys they didn't know of.

Crane had little time to worry. The rope around his ankles was cut and he dropped into the arms of yet another wolf. He was carried, helpless toward the outpost- then his back slammed against a wall. A single paw, broad and powerful, held Crane's chest pinned. Crane struggled, but the chains, cords, ropes around his legs and wings only wound tighter. He was stuck, wings to his sides, legs up against his chest, horribly exposed- his phallus hanging from his cloaca, the reddened flesh looking pallid and slick in the moonlight. Crane's focus fixed on the wolf before him, the one holding him pinned.

The wolf was spitting into a rag in its free paw. He then ran the wetted rag over his face. Crane gulped, his eyes widening in recognition. The wolf lowered the rag, tossing it away. Both the wolf's eyes were open, now that the one was free of cum. The paw then raised to the leather cuff on Crane's beak.

"Time for your payback, birdy." came a growly, menacing voice. The leather cuff was yanked off Crane's beak and tossed aside. Crane stuttered, trying to reason with the wolf, but the canine's second hand came up, wrapping around his beak. Crane was again silenced, unable to defend himself, unable to plead for mercy. Unable, he was sure. He wanted to, he reassured. Crane could only grunt and tremble when he felt something hot and wet rest against the base of his shaft. The thinner tip of the blunt canine shaft pressed at the seam of his cloaca. The intent was all too horribly clear.

The wolf's voice dribbled malice, "You don't get to talk, birdy. Y'er just gonna squawk and scream and moan for me.". The pressure under Crane's shaft increased as the wolf tilted his hips forward. "I've been looking forward to this, birdy," the wolf spat, followed by a sadistic, growling chuckle.

The shaft was pulsed steadily against Crane's most personal of places. Each twitch spurted drips of watery pre onto the avian. Crane felt a mix of disgust to have the evil wolf's excretions upon him, but also relief at the steadily growing lubrication. And it proved very useful, as the wolf leaned in and drove his length in. Crane choked on his breath, eyes wide in shock as more, and more, and more of the turgid flesh filled him. The paw holding his beak was released, hand going aside Crane's head to brace against the wooden wall. The wolf was right. Crane did squawk.

The shaft seemed to sink in further, and further. Like there was never an end. The squawks and choked chirps continued ringing out- not in pain. Crane had expected horrible pain. Burning. The awful feeling of his flesh being spread further than it ever should. The pain of his enemy being within him, being pleasured by his flesh.

But those expectations were shockingly wrong. It wasn't pain for which Crane squawked and chirped. The cock within him felt incredible. The wolf bottomed out inside Crane, shoving the faint swell of a growing knot through Crane's cloacal lips. It left Crane panting through his gaping beak. Words caught as gags in his throat, sickening pleasure echoing through Crane's body with every pulse of the wolf's sizable shaft. Crane eyes gaped wide as his beak and his cock was hard as ever. That canine phallus was enormous within him. It had slid in so easily, the internal slickness that lubricated Crane's own cock welcoming the intruder as though it were Crane's own phallus. And the wolf's cock was hitting all these secret places within Crane the avian had never known existed. Crane's head tilted upward as the wolf drew out, shoving back in. And Crane moaned the most needing, pathetic sound he'd ever made.

Crane already felt on edge, his talons curling in pleasure. Heated moans, chirps, and squawks sounded through his beak with each thrust. Just as the wolf had asked for. The wolf's body was hot, sweaty, disgusting and dank over Crane. A situation Crane had never even imagined, wrought with disgust and the hate of his enemies. But Crane hadn't ever imagined pleasure like this before, finally sating that insatiable sexual need he'd known most his life. He fought the side of himself that said he wanted to be here, under this disgusting wolf, a cock sleeve for life- but it felt like trying to stop the tide, to reverse a river. Crane's fantasy was burned into his very being, something he knew he'd never escape, even if he was rescued from this most pleasurable situation.

Then the worst part of the night occurred. Just as Crane's fantasies took their most lurid details, just as the tide became full and he knew this is where Crane wanted to be forever... the ground rumbled. A heavy weight had fallen upon it, followed by lighter feet hitting the ground. A familiar voice rang through the air.

"Unhand our friends, villains!" rang out the dragon warrior's voice. The wolves around Crane all tensed, and Crane felt the blood drain. He was still being fucked, out in the open, shaft hard and his feathers mussed with his cum. He was still moaning as the wolf hilted inside him. Crane could feel Po, Monkey and Mantis's surprise, confusion at the predicament.

Crane squirmed in his bonds, upon the enormous shaft within him, trying uselessly to cover himself. All he could do was turn his head away, and faintly begged, in a cracking voice, "M... More." Quietly. Privately, to the wolf. Finally, the fight between his captors and friends broke out around them. The wolf over Crane turned from the fight, back to the avian pinned below him. A grin spread over the wolf's jaws and he thrust back in, resuming his rutting, shoving further than before- the forming bulb of a knot squelching into Crane's cloaca, promising to remain within him for quite some time. Crane arched, cumming upon himself once again, moaning louder than ever as he was tied.