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The time Hunter had spent in the stables with his steed, Guard-Captain, and Father was not the last. That act had sparked a fire in the young stag herm that could not be put out. He bent over every female he could get his hands on, and bent over for every male that crossed his path. He'd fucked the baker's daughter, impaled himself on the baker, plowed the houndswoman, was filled with hot hound seed, and still his hunger was insatiable. It had begun to slow a little in the following months, however, if only just barely.

The young king strode into the wing of the castle he had been grown and raised in. The smells of sex, food, soaps, and countless slaves filled his nostrils, as was fitting to the harem of the old king, his father. The lavish wing of the castle was a slave home without any doubt, but children dashed about and giggled as they chased one another, women happily laughed and talked in seperate rooms all throughout, and no one seemed to care that they had no freedoms, that their sole purposes were to fuck and be fucked by the former king.

Hunter strode down a well lit, carpetted chorridor abently, hoping to go relativly unnoticed until he came to the door he was looking for. He turned to the hardwood door and pushed it open, stepping in silently and closing the door behind him. He looked up and around at the simple, and yet still lavish room he had come to. It was large and mostly empty, save for a massive nest of cloth in the center, within which slumbered a majestic gryphoness, sleeping soundly within the dimly lit, carpetted nest room. Hunter smiled and carefully strode forward to crawl into the nest. He knew the shifting weight on her blankets would wake her, but still he softly called out "Mother?"

The gryphoness was of course not his true mother. His real mother had been kidnapped before he was born, and he sent home afterward. The slave he called mother had raised him as if he were her own. Lirien was for all intents and purposses his mother, and he would have it no other way.

The gryphoness lifted her head to peer at him curiously, her beak parting ever so slightly in a smile as she sat up to look at him. "What is it, child?" she asked, her eyes dropping between his legs. She could always smell it on him before she awoke.

Hunter's deerhood was quite stiff and ready, even as he sat on his heels and smiled at his 'mother'. "I wanted to see you." he said with an idle shrug, resting both of his hands upon the great bulge of his belly. After so many men burried in the three of his holes, it was bound to happen, and truth be told, he was very close to term. He affectionatly caressed the swell of his tummy as he looked his mother's elegent body over from beak to tail.

She smiled at him lightly and leaned forward to nuzzle his swell affectionatly, thinking most naturally that the former male carried her grandchildren. But that wasnt why he was here, and she knew it. "Of course. Please, tell me about your day, child." she said as she turned her back on him and laid down upon her belly. She lifted her rump into the air most eagerly and held her tail to the side. Where his father used her for sex and fucked her often, her son Hunter never in his life had fucked her. He made love to her, softly and gently, no matter how hard or fast he went. It was an act of pure love in comparison to the elder stag.

Still caressing his belly with one hand, Hunter carefully knelt behind his mother and guided himself into her, faintly aware of another scent in the room. He ignored it as inch after inch dissapeared into his mother's womanhood. She gasped and moaned lightly, as did he, until he burried himself to the hilt inside of her, resting his belly lightly against her hips before he began to draw away.

He would find himself unable, however, as a hand at the small of his back pushed him forward again to drive completly into the gryphoness. He turned to look over his shoulder and blinked in suprise at what he saw. It was not his father, nor the hermaphrodite that had caused him to wish for his new change, but a hippogryph. Two, infact. Twins stood behind him, a boy and a girl, each of them perhaps eleven or twelve years old. They were identical to their mother save for one fact: they walked on two legs.

Belin, the stag king's brother, smiled lightly, guiding a very horse-like cock forward. Hunter watched it curiously for a moment, then moaned in anticipation and spread his legs eagerly for his baby brother. When he felt that thick, hot meat that, despite the boy's age, was larger than Hunter's own push slowly into his slick cunt, he looked to his little sister who was probobly even more round than he was with baby, though whose was a mystery. She walked infront of her mother and carefully laid on her back. Lirien wasted no time. She knew what her babies wanted and she would do anything to make them happy.

Lirien burried her beak in her daughter's pussy, nuzzling and licking in spots only she and her daughter seemed to know existed. Bela, the young pregnant girl, instantly burst into a fit of squeeling and screaming as her mother pleased her.

Hunter was not far behind. His mother's pussy milked him in a way only she knew how to, driving him to the brink. If that wasnt enough, his brother's cock stretched his already taut cervix with each gentle thrust into him, pushing up against the child that grew within. He gasped loudly, one hand squeezing his milk-laden breast while another slid forward down beneath his mother's body to slide over her own swollen breast. He had to quickly remind himself that she was expecting to, though was no where near so far along as her daughter and he.

Belin was moaning lightly as he plowed into his brother again and again. So young as he was, it took only a few moments more before he forced himself as deeply as he could into his brother without obliterating his deepest barrier. He threw his head back and cried out as his balls emptied their contents into Hunter's cunt. The stag king threw his own head back similarly and gasped, holding his breath for a few minutes as if to prolong the paradise given to him, but it wouldnt last. His gasp gave way to a pleasureful scream of his own as he filled his already pregnant mother's belly with his hot seed which, unlike Belin's, poured straight into where it belonged, deep in her semi-full womb. If there were any unfertilized eggs, they soon would be. He half wished the same could be true for him.

Like only a few times before, the powerful dual orgasm that ripped through his body caused the world to fade for Hunter. When he awoke again, he was curled in the nest with his mother, who lightly groomed him and hummed a lulluby as she tended to his strange new body. When she noticed he was awake, she parted her beak in a smile and nuzzled into his neck. "Good morning, child." she teased, though only an hour had past. "Your father came by after you fell asleep." she said, her eyes twinkling mischeviously. "From the noises you were making, I'm sure you enjoyed his visit as much as I did." she said, licking his snout before she returned to grooming him.

Hunter watched her for a moment, prefering not to move for the comfort she gave him as her beak smoothed out his fur. His hands, though, did move to the swell of his tummy to gently caress and touch the bulge affectionatly. He openned his muzzle to question her about Belin and Bela, but stopped, giving almost a start as he peered suspiciously, then overjoyously down at his belly. He watched in silence for a moment more, then guided her head forward to rest her cheek against the top-side gently. "Feel! He's kicking!" he whispered excitedly, as if to speak normally would make the child stop.

Lirien laughed lightly and nodded, closing her eyes as she let her grandchild, or grandchildren for that matter, kick and push against her cheek. She giggled from time to time, but eventually lifted her head to stare down at her, openning her beak to comment upon the situation when a look of discomfort came over her son's face, and a distinct smell wafted into her nostrils. She did not have to ask what was going on.

Hours later, Hunter lay exhausted within the nest with his mother curled around him once again. Him and his son and two daughters. His first born was a beautiful little tiger cub, the spitting image of Captain Redrick, though with a shorter tail. The second was a little doe, a deer through and through, complete with adorable little spots along her coat, and the last, his son, a little fawn boy whose distinct body resembled greatly that of a horse as well as a deer. Hunter didnt care what they looked like, however, nor whose fathers they were. They were his children.

He smiled up at his mother and kissed her beak as his children took turns suckling from his ample breast. Lirien returned his smile and nuzzled his cheek lovingly before she whispered "I hope you can manage to get a lot of time away from your duties, child." she said, her eyes twinkling excitedly. "You're going to have many more children than just these three." She said, containing her excitement to the best of her abilities as she glanced knowingly back at the faint swell of her own belly.

Hunter was to exhausted for it to sink in at that particular time. All he could do was kiss her beak again then stare down lovingly at the triplets dreamily, as if trying to decide whether or not they were to good to be true. But they were his. His children. The very things he had carried for a year, nurtured and given birth to, a was his dream come true.