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The plan was simple, really. As H'ome plotted it out on the paper, the alien smirked to herself. He was just on that level of friend where he would never suspect it, but she could tell the things he was into. Being psychic had some advantages, after all! It was going to be perfect! She went down the written checklist once more, trying to figure out what was missing. Ribbon, check, present, check, knowing the layout of the "present's" house and observing her schedule, check. All she had to do was get in, wait in the right spot, and make sure she had her trusty bottle and rag ready.

She watched from across the street through binoculars, waiting patiently until the purple and pink dragoness stepped outside the front door. Cynder was a treat for the eyes and a bit of a friend, and more than once she'd mentioned in passing after one of the crazier girls' night out, how hot an idea some of the things H'ome and Corvus got up to and how nervous she was about bringing those things up with boyfriends. Or flings. Or really anyone when it wasn't girl talk... Well, this would be pleasing two birds with one bottle! H'ome giggled to herself at her joke, watching the dragoness take flight and set off towards whatever her errands were for the day.

H'ome moved quickly, getting the spare key from under the fake gemstone in the garden and moving through the house, determining the best place to wait for Cynder's return. She didn't want it to be too big a surprise, or else she'd end up scaring the poor girl or, worse, getting flamed by her, but being too obvious would ruin things on the other end. There had to be a place that would be perfect for this sort of thing... It was just a matter of finding it. She walked into the bathroom, contemplating something as simple as being behind the shower curtain, when she heard the front door opening and Cynder grumbling her way in.

"I knew I shouldn't have had all that extra cider before flying..." She sighed as she opened the bathroom door, which swung in the direction H'ome was standing, covering her. Quickly the lavender alien readied her bottle and rag. This time was as good as any. Cynder's tail flicked the door closed, then she turned to start taking off her pants, when she saw H'ome standing there. "Wha-" was as far as she got before H'ome jumped forward, the rag to the dragoness's snout, a playful gleam in her dark eyes.

"There there, Cynder. Just take a deep breath, relax, and don't you worry. I'll take care of everything for you." The dragoness's wings flicked open, her voice weak as she tried to say a few muffled words, then slumped back, landing on the toilet. Luckily, H'ome was friendly enough to help get her pants off before she 'relaxed' into a mess, but even as the sleeping dragoness found relief from her beginning issue, H'ome smirked and began dialing on her phone. "Hey honey? You know how it's Noctus's birthday today? I'm going to need your help with his present. Meet me at Cynder's house, could you?" She hung up before any questions could ruin the surprise. This was going to be the best birthday present yet.

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Noctus groaned loudly as he flew towards the landing perch of his house. It had been a rough day at work, and the whole day had really drained the elf owl. His dark talons clicked on the wooden floor of his house while he stretched out his wings and yawned, showing off the lighter cream feathers of his inner wings and stomach compared to the rich brown of the rest. Of course, there was nobody to see it, his yellow eyes behind the glasses tired and only able to see his reflection in the mirror that he'd check before leaving. He pouted, heaving a deep sigh as he closed the door. It was exhausting thinking he'd be spending another birthday alone, not a girlfriend, no mentions from work friends... Just himself and his thoughts.

He took off his glasses, holding them in his feathery hands as he undid his clothes, walking through the house towards his bedroom. There was little reason to wear anything at home unless someone came to visit, and he wasn't exactly expecting a surprise party. He kicked off the breezy work clothes that he could fly in, then put his glasses back on to spend the day reading, when he spotted a small ribbon trailing down the hallway.

Curious, the owl tilted his head, his yellow eyes locking onto the ribbon as he kept his senses sharp. He would've remembered putting something like this in his house, and it's not like most people had ready access to his private abode. The doors had been locked, but... had he forgotten? Was there a break in on his birthday? And if so... why leave a ribbon? Mind racing with too many questions, he moved his way towards his room, small bits of adrenaline coursing through his veins as too many scenarios ran through his head. Cautiously he peeked around the corner, peering into the dark confines of the room.

The ribbon trailed up onto the bed, swirling around one of the posts and tied in a little bow, before it traveled into the center of the bed, weaving and wrapping around the splayed leg of the deep purple dragoness, accentuating the curves of her legs and hips before surrounding her stomach in another bow. It then trailed out in all directions, wrapping around her tail, her other leg, and both her arms, all of them tied with beautiful bows to the four corners of the bed, while her tail was tied back to her wings to keep her splayed open and quite available.

Between her legs her treasure glistened, gleaming with arousal and open ever so slightly, the soft pink matching the pink of her stomach scales and making a very inviting entrance. Noctus's eyes flowed up Cynder's body, taking in every detail of the gift laid out before him, before reaching the bow that held her breasts together. It was lavender, unlike the red one used to tie everything up, and had a message placed right in the center of it.

As he approached the bed he noticed no more than little twitches from the unconscious form and the gentle rise and fall of her chest. When he got close enough to read the message, he could ever so faintly smell the chemicals on her muzzle, hinting at precisely how she'd arrived here. As much as Noctus didn't mention this kink to... well, anyone, it had him hard as a rock, his pink shaft bobbing between his legs as he reached for the note.

The note was written in a flowing script, with a small cake drawn at the top. "I know you two have been a little nervous around each other, but did you know you share a kink? Really, how could I resist? I figured, for your birthday, I'd help break the ice. Do whatever you please to her, she's yours even when she wakes. I just hope you get to have all the fun you want before that. Happy birthday, from H'ome and Corvus~."

Noctus looked at the note, then at the unconscious dragoness all wrapped up in bows on his bed, then finally looked at his door, wondering how safe his house was... But, as confusing as this all was, he wasn't going to look a gift dragoness in the mouth. "I will have to ask them how they made this all happen... After I make good use of my present." The fact of the matter was that Noctus had had... well, a huge crush on the dragoness before him sounded too childish, but she was hot and interesting to be around, and he liked the idea of spending more time with her. Hopefully this little surprise wouldn't ruin that, and might even make it happen more often.

He placed his glasses aside, the only piece of clothing left on his body, letting the pink of his cock throb before him as he looked over the sleeping dragoness. His pillar of pure lust demanded he get closer, and so he climbed slowly up the bed. His eyes roved over his present, taking in her every curve, the scent of her arousal, the shimmering of her scales in the light... And then they fell on the bow that covered her breasts, and he gently grabbed one end of the ribbon, giving it the softest of tugs.

It slipped open easily, falling away as her breasts freed themselves, jiggling on landing and rising and falling softly. He trilled as he looked at, then gently massaged those wonderful lumps of heavenly flesh. He could hear the low, rumbling purr of the dragoness in her sleep slowly getting aroused, as though the membranes behind her breasts that created fire held the primal lust of the dragoness locked away. He teased the scaled rise of her chest, massaging his feathered wings between the scales and running his soft fingers along them, before he dragged them slowly over her wings. They were so different with their membrane than avian ones, and with how they were splayed behind her, she looked like a succubus... one he was happy to give all his lust to.

He traced his feathers down her legs, making her purr and shudder in her sleep. The gentle tickle of his fingers teased the last few pink scales on her thighs that curled back towards her tail. He'd imagined this scenario many times, and this wasn't his first rodeo, even if it was an incredibly rare treat, but the pattern of the scales rippling and the silent sounds of them colliding and moving together brought a whole new thrill to the bird. His heart pounded, his eyes watching the glistening folds of the dragoness. He found himself licking his bright yellow beak softly, wondering just how she would taste. Would it be spicy? Sweet? Sulfury? There was no way he could continue without knowing, particularly with her at his mercy...

He leaned forward, his beak opening wide and sliding along under her tail, the top half covering the curve of her mound, as he breathed in deeply and liiiiiiiicked her supple folds. The tiny, sensitive scales on the outside gave way to smooth, clenching muscle that clamped down on his tongue powerfully, filling his mouth with the spicy, tangy arousal of the dragoness. Her scent clung to his lungs as though he'd inhaled the essence of fire, her body like an oven baking pure lust as his tongue slid into it and swirled around, teasing its walls. This unfamiliar territory clung to him, pulling him in, instinct wanting her to be filled, whether or not she was conscious of the gift she was being given as.

That primal drive pushed Noctus further, as though he would never get this chance again. He wanted to savor it, running his wings along her thighs as his cock throbbed between his legs, her taste filling his senses. His tongue rolled over her outer lips, flicking against her clit and pulling a sweet, husky squeak from the dragoness that melted once more into the purr. She was moving softly, her body reacting to the attention as her hips very softly rolled towards his tongue, the muscles within rippling and gripping the muscle, achingly begging for its every ministration.

Her tail tip flicked side to side as she slept, the waves of pleasure rolling through her body making all her claws curl with pleasure, gripping at nothing. Noctus wished, at this moment, he had the psychic abilities of H'ome to see into her mind. Was Cynder picturing him? A buff dragon stud? Some female fling of years long gone? He'd never know. All he did know was she was loving his motions, her body screaming for him, her lower lips kissing his tongue and leaving it wet and sloppy. Her tail flicked faster, her body fluttering as he plied his tongue deep into her body, then slowly dragged it along her clit. She whined, her eyes squeezing tighter, her claws curling hard...

And then she let out a quiet, deep, sleepy moan, wisps of smoke pouring from her nose and mouth as she came, squeezing his tongue for all it had and squirting her fiery arousal right into his beak. He moaned, feeling the clinging wetness, the heat, the need, and he groaned with satisfaction, feeling his cock throbbing and drooling, ready to claim his 'gift' fully. Slowly he pulled back, licking his beak, only to be caught by one long, thin string that fired from her in her final throes of pleasure, painting itself across his beak. She hadn't just cum, she'd practically exploded. So either she was one hell of a squirter, or she just loved this situation.

Either way, Noctus was all in at this point. Some nagging thought in the back of his mind tried to warn him about going in without protection, but it was lost to the NEED to fill up the dragoness whose scent was literally clinging to his nose. He growled dominantly, matching her purrs of pleasure, as he aimed himself on top of her, moving her tail ever so slightly to adjust the angle and really get in there. Then he placed his leaking, throbbing, needy cock at her ready and waiting hole and sank in.

It was like being wrapped in molten magma as Noctus's length spread the unconscious dragoness's body, filling her up to the brim with his rock hard arousal. He needed this, a perfect stress relief after a hard day, and she was so warm, so intimate, so inviting... Her body milked at him, begging for him, even as the only sounds were the soft squeaks and little purrs she gave off. It was in this moment that he knew lust truly burned, his whole body on fire as the heat transferred through her flesh and into his, sealing around his cock and ensuring their connection. He curled over her body, using it as leverage as he pulled his hips free, then slammed them back in, his entire cock throbbing and bouncing at the sudden move from cold to hot from the air to her slick love tunnel. Her breath was hot against his neck, smoke curling from her body and moans picking up as she was taken, her sensitive folds filled up right after their amazing orgasm.

Sensations were starting to come back to the drugged dragoness. Sounds of grunting, the feeling of a male within her, something she'd needed for a while... Flashes of her eyes opening, picking up brown feathers, yellow eyes, scent, breath... She moaned, squirming as her body writhed underneath him, his cock pumping into her and hitting every perfect spot. Her scales felt electric, tingling at the brush of feathers over them, at the soft nipping of his hard beak at her horns. Her breathing sped up, smoke curling faster as she tried to move, weakly pulling at the ribbons that tied her down... And hardly wanting to get rid of them. Being at the mercy of whoever this was hit a perfect spot in the back of her mind, her body arching into the male, giving itself to him like a perfect gift.

Noctus's thrusts hit deep, pressing all the way against Cynder's innermost chamber as he rutted her. Her volcanic fields held him in their fiery grip, begging to be doused by his own molten lust, with only his own stamina providing a dam keeping it at bay. Neither of them wanted this moment to end, their bodies connecting, pleasure pulsing out into the world with every moan and groan and thumping of the legs of the bed against the ground. Nothing was going to stop either of them from enjoying this moment to the fullest, and he gripped her tightly, thrusting down into her with everything he had.

That was when he heard the tearing of fabric, the ribbons, still tied around the dragoness's arms, giving way to let her move. Her legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him in, while her claws dragged along his feathers, their sharp tips prickling at his skin. She growled lustily, her instinct-driven, half-asleep mind turning her head to face him, growling with need as she locked eyes with him. "Fill me up, birthday boy." Her pussy was milking his throbbing cock, the drips of heat pooling inside her as they leaked into her body, both of their orgasms right on the brink.

At this point, he couldn't have held back if he wanted to, but as he went to say something, he was pulled into a deep, smoky, lusty kiss by the dragoness as her tongue danced with his. He moaned into her mouth while she roared out her orgasm, her pussy drenching his groin while he slammed all the way in, his cock exploding after all the build up, depositing buckets of cum deep into Cynder's body and filling her to the brim. Another ripping sound signalled her tail coming free, thrashing against the bed as she clutched tight against Noctus, her body heated against his, her pleasure spiking through the roof.

While their hips ground together, though, Noctus had to break the kiss, leaning back and coughing as smoke poured from his mouth, deposited there by Cynder, who blushed mid-orgasm, realizing what she'd done. The smoke curled from his beak, but as he took in his first breath, he felt a hand at his back, a familiar smell coming to him while the chemicals Cynder had been under made their way into his system. He was a little worried, eyes swimming as he looked at the black feathers holding the rag, then at the pale form of his friend softly whispering soothing words into his ear. "Here now, catch your breath. You deserve a rest... let her take care of it. You've had such a long day..." He vaguely recognized H'ome's voice, wondering if he'd locked the door before he just let the chemicals take the last moments of his consciousness. Moments later he slumped heavily against Cynder's soft chest.

The dragoness could feel his cock harden, pulsing even more cum deep into her, while she looked at the alien that had drugged him with confusion. "So, what, you didn't want him to enjoy the afterglow? I was sort of hoping to cuddle after how good that felt," she said with a blush, not exactly used to being in such a compromising situation with another woman in the room. Let alone a couple.

H'ome just laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed and watching the tangled dragoness with the ribbons on her arms and legs still clutch Noctus close, her spasming pussy oozing and showing just how much she'd loved it. "Don't you worry. You'll get to have as much fun with him as you want. After all, you don't think one orgasm would be enough for him on his birthday, do you?"

Cynder blushed, looking away. "It was two for me... H-how did you know we'd both-?"

Corvus sighed and looked at his wife while H'ome smirked. "After the way your thoughts light up after I talk about my flings with Corvus? You'd be surprised. And Noctus... well, he ran into the aftermath of one of our sessions and couldn't get over the thought... And with how you two blush and awkwardly dance around each other, how could I not?" She then looked at Cynder, whose legs were still wrapped tightly around Noctus, letting the sleeping owl sit collapsed on her chest.

H'ome rolled her eyes. "You both were really pent up, weren't you? Well, as nice as the togetherness is, if you want to see the other half of the fun, you're going to have to let him go." Reluctantly Cynder's arms and legs and even wings opened up, letting go of the collapsed bird still inside her. A moment later she gasped at the sudden, powerful emptiness as his cock was dragged from her pussy by H'ome moving the unconscious bird, unleashing the flood of fluids it had corked away while he was rolled over beside her. She shuddered, her claw massaging her folds at the sheer amount and how sore and sensitive she was... and how much she wanted more.

H'ome could sense it, holding out a hand for Cynder to help her up. "You know, one of the best ways to show how much you appreciate his efforts is a blowjob. And believe me, if Corvus is any indication, he'll go off like a shaken champagne bottle." Corvus groaned, looking at his wife incredulously and a little impatiently as he stood in the shadow, clearly prepping for something. "You should be able to get your numbers to line up with his if you want an encore, though." She helped Cynder up and off the bed, then pointed at Noctus's cock, spent and drooling white on his stomach but still hard and throbbing, not nearly done.

Cynder looked at it, then at H'ome, her tail curling under her and her hands covering her body. "I mean... as much as I'm interested, it's a little hard to do this with someone watching. Or multiple someone's watching, even if you're the ones who set me up for it. I'm having enough odd thoughts about how you had to strip me to make it happen."

H'ome sighed, then placed her hand in her husband's talon. "Fine. I'll get back to making sure your place is safe. Have fun you two~!" She nodded, and in a swirl of shadow the two were gone from the room, showing off how easily they'd arrived to pull the trick on Noctus. And probably how they'd all gotten there in the first place.

With the couple gone, Cynder relaxed a little, feeling the warmth dripping down her thighs as she looked at the male that had left it in her. She then smirked, undoing the ribbons around her hands and legs, though keeping the one around her tail. "Well, what kind of birthday present would I be if I was only fun for a few minutes? I suppose it's the least I could do." She giggled to herself at her justification as she knelt down at the edge of the bed, running her hands over Noctus's feathered body, seeing his reactions. It wasn't exactly a usual moment for her, and she wanted to savor it. She slowly leaned forward, licking along his cock and tasting their combined lust.

Immediately her body sparked, now active and wanting to properly experience all it had been unconscious for. But first it was payback time. Her long tongue swirled around his cock, its reptilian tip flicking at the top, both tasting and smelling the new pre drooling out of him. Being a reptile, she had some incredible tongue dexterity, working the coiled muscle up and down his shaft as her claw gently teased his balls, feeling their heft and trying to kickstart them into overdrive. The new sensations felt wonderful for the unconscious bird, not used to anything so dextrous and slick working him so thoroughly.

She slowly held herself up, feeling cum leaking from her lower lips as she shuddered, holding her head over his cock... then diving down onto it, almost like a snake striking at prey. However, the snake she was swallowing was happy to be inside her, the warmth of her mouth making it bounce and throb, salty pre leaking onto her tongue and sticking to her throat. She pushed forward, deeper than birds could ever get, as another advantage of her reptilian frame took hold: her lack of a gag reflex or a sharp, hard beak to get in the way.

His entire cock was surrounded by her clutching mouth as it sucked, licked, squeezed, and bobbed on his cock. Her tongue polished off every inch, making sure she cleaned up her mess and left it spotless, even as more mess dripped down her thighs and started to reach the ground. She hardly cared, though, swallowing around the tip and looking at the bird's sleeping face twist and react with pleasure. He thrust up gently into her throat, making her groan as she doubled her efforts, wanting to taste it straight from the source. Kissing against his belly, her tongue pumped up and down, stroking him to that finish they both so desperately wanted.

And boy did she get it, his soft, sleepy groan and thickening cock the only warning before seed erupted into her throat, coating it in the warm, sticky mess. She could smell and taste it, moaning deeply as she swallowed it down in gulp after gulp, her eyes rolling back slightly from the sheer pleasure she was feeling. Lust burned behind her eyes, and she slowly pulled back, wanting to see his cock throbbing with its arousal. She didn't think it through, however, as, much like him earlier, the last spurt from his length fired right at her face, painting a thick streak of white across her dark scales.

She growled lustily as her tongue slid up, licking off the bit that was dripping down her snout. "Hmm... you do enjoy that, don't you? But I know how you guys are... clean isn't nearly as fun. You want a big, messy finish" She pulled herself up, stradling over his cock that glistened with her spit, watching as his old cum droooooled from her pussy and slid down his length, acting as even more lubricant. After a few careful shakes, she rubbed her pussy over it, feeling her sensitive folds aching to have him inside her again. She ground against him, then moved herself up, lining his length with her entrance before sinking down onto him fully.

Her head arched back and her wings flared out, the moan of lust as she was filled practically echoing out into the street. She was sensitive and aroused like nobody's business, her need filling her to the brim, but it was nothing compared to his cock. It was hitting all the right places inside her, throbbing and bouncing, leaking and needy... She had toys that rivaled him for size. Some were probably even bigger, but there was something so much more thrilling and perverse about riding his unconscious form that made her whole body rumble with lust.

She moved slowly, savoring every second of his cock pulling out of her lower lips, the cum still leaking from her drooling down it, only to be swallowed back up as she pushed down, claiming every inch inside her again. It was heaven to be with someone else, but to be in control, to be using him like a toy and yet feel him throbbing so needily, it had her on a power high. She moaned, her claws running to her chest and teasing herself as she rode him slowly, her whole body moving into it and her hips rolling in circles, feeling him from every angle.

Below her Noctus groaned softly, his body reacting to everything. Although he'd gone from feeling incredible relief to feeling a little raw from everything going on, Cynder's pussy was divine, her motions and muscles milking him in ways he never could have imagined. Even in his dreamless sleep, his body reacted, wanting to enjoy his present, to leave his mark in and on it... and to repeat this process as often as possible.

But those were thoughts for another time, and right now Cynder wasn't going to let up until she evened the score. That was clear when she started to speed up, leaning forward and panting her hot breath right over his face, moaning right at him. "You're loving this, aren't you? Being at someone's mercy... I could do just about anything to you right now and you wouldn't even know." She grinned, though all she did was pin his arms down, widening her stance with her legs and holding out her tail for balance. "You're gonna be sore in the morning, stud, but you're going to see what dragons have going for them."

With that she started riding him wildly, practically jackhammering herself up and down his shaft. Her tail was needed for the balance, and her breasts bounced against his feathered chest while she moaned loudly, every crashing impact of her hips against his making her squeal in pleasure and shudder around him. The bed was slamming into the ground, the wet slaps of their hips hitting each other reaching out into the hall, but they both moaned, their sensitive bodies reaching their limits at this one, final crescendo. She didn't let up for a moment, even as her claws began to curl, her wings pulling to her side as her whole body wound up like a spring.

And then she felt him throb, the first pulse of cum launching into her, and that was enough. She slammed down one final time, his tip right against her cervix and dumping everything it had inside her as her wings flicked out and she roared, fire rushing from her mouth and into the air. Thankfully, she was able to control herself, only leaving a tiny black spot on the ceiling, but it was followed by moans and shuddering as she held herself close to the unconscious bird, making sure nothing escaped her and this moment reached a full, wondrous afterglow.

When finally she stopped shuddering she was panting, holding herself tight against the bird under her. With a smile she nuzzled him, draping her wings almost protectively over him as she waved her ribboned tail behind her. "Thanks Noctus. It might've been your birthday, but it was a fantastic gift for us both." She smiled, then went into her own, more natural nap on the sleeping bird, both of them enjoying their afterglow at the end of the birthday. Of course, whichever woke first might notice the bottle and rag that slipped in from the shadows, with instructions on how to use it on their partner, ensuring that this wonderful present wasn't going away any time soon.