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Nanki and the Chocobos

By: VeronicaFoxx

For: Revakulgr

"Don't get into too much trouble, Red!" Tifa shouted after him as he slunk away from the group, answered by a soft growl from the canine-esque felinoid.

They were checking into the hotel, but Nanaki was restless. Admittedly, he was grateful for the rescue from Shinra, but he was... frustrated. Whatever that crazy doctor had injected him with had put him into a very serious mood, and it wasn't helped at all by that tease Aerith. They'd all made friends after the rescue, and she had even give him a nice hug for his quick thinking in helping to gain their release, but that had then devolved into petting. She'd stroked his sides, and that spoke to his instincts, making him purr and brush himself against her, and she'd started scratching. She found the spot just above his tail base, where a receptive female would nibble, and that set him to arching his back and kneading at the ground with his forepaws. When he'd flopped onto his side and rolled over to show his stomach, she'd kept petting, her hand feeling like the grooming tongue of a female as she stroked across the tender, sensitive flesh of his stomach. Which had the natural effect of making his cock poke free of the furry sheath between his legs. And then she'd _laughed_at him! Laughed at him, of all things!

"Oh, sorry, I'm sure you can't help it," she had giggled, moving her hand up to stroke at his chest instead, but he'd rolled away in frustration and annoyance.

Despite the fact that he could speak, despite the fact that they had nominally accepted him as a member of their group, despite the fact that he was obviously fully sentient and not a dumb beast, they still saw him as an animal, like most of their kind did. Hojo had known that he was more, but the scientist treated anything and anyone he could get his hands on as nothing more than a test subject, so there was no real discrimination there. Nanaki really wished that he had fucked the humanoid female when he had the chance, because he wouldn't be so damnably blue-balled now if he had. But he'd done the "noble" thing and resisted his instincts, and they had been rescued, and here he was wandering the Golden Saucer looking for something to distract him. The place was rumored to have any and every entertainment that one could wish for, so he hoped that there might be a brothel, though he fully expected to be turned away even if he found one. The people here seemed to disregard him as nothing more than an animal, as well, occasionally glancing at him, some shying away while others reached to casually stroke or scratch him without considering if he might not want them to.

He did his best to ignore them and did his best to sniff out something that would adequately capture his attention. The first thing that did so was, predictably, food. There were a line of stalls hocking various fried and grilled treats, but then he realized a problem with trying to get some. His "teammates" hadn't given him any gil, not that he even had anything to carry the currency with if they had. That just frustrated and irritated him even more. He was the Guardian of Cosmo Canyon! He deserved more respect than this, and he wasn't about to go rooting through the garbage for something to gnaw on like the animal that they thought he was! He shouldered his way through the crowd, heedless of complaints and outcries, moving through the area as swiftly as possible and back out onto paths that reeked of human sweat and not of the tantalizing aromas that had so teasingly lured him. Thankfully, he wasn't actually all that hungry, but it was still a severe disappointment.

He huffed, mentally cursing the humans and their "rescue" of him. He might as well be just a dumb beast for all they seemed to care, and his instincts were insisting that he attend the urges that had been forced on him, but he had nothing that he could do with them. The human females certainly wouldn't be interested, and he was unlikely to find another of his own kind considering that they were just about extinct so far as he knew. So, he would be left to suffer eternally until the injection wore off, and probably afterwards considering how much people seemed to like touching his fur, and particularly that spot just above his tail!

Then his attention was caught by another scent, something rather more pleasant than human stink, a dry, slightly dusty aroma that he felt he should recognize. He followed his nose and had to tuck his ears as he neared the source due to the frequent roars of the crowd. He came to the outside of an arena-like structure, advertisements for Chocobo Races plastered all along its facade. Well, he supposed that must be it. He saw the massive birds only infrequently where he lived, and most often after they'd been plucked and roasted. He fed himself mostly on rodents and other small game, though he would have taken a chocobo down if he'd had a few packmates to help. The humans of Cosmo Canyon would offer him the occasional tribute in thanks for his protection, though, and he quite enjoyed the taste of the birds. He was still being ignored, and no one seemed to care when he licked his chops at the thought of sinking his fangs into some fresh, bleeding meat. Any chocobo dwelling here would be caged and contained, making it easy prey, and they couldn't possibly miss it if he ate just one of the giant avians.

With a goal set in mind, he took to the scent trail more methodically, following it around the arena and down a side alley that led to what he presumed were stables. The first he came to seemed to be a staging area, with the chocobos wearing brightly colored cloths as they were saddled while jockeys waited impatiently. He peered in curiously and was spotted by one of the assistants, who rushed to shoo him away, and even swatted at him with a broom! Of all the nerve! He scampered away with a hiss and a growl, leaping up to hide atop the roof until the groom finally retreated back inside. Then he let himself back down into the alley and prowled onward, finding a second stable. This one appeared to be more of a standard accommodation area, with stalls along one side and treadmills along the other. A few of the birds were running, probably training for their next race, with the handlers monitoring them while other humans tended to those in stalls, providing food and water or cleaning their feathers with brushes.

He moved on, not wanting to be treated so unkindly once more. The third stable was similar to the second, and he didn't spare it more than a glance. The fourth stable, however, he hit paydirt. There were no humans inside at all, and he crept inwards cautiously, wary of being ambushed. He couldn't see any chocobos either, but he could smell and hear them. There seemed to be half a dozen, though the scent they let out was more... musky than the others, richer somehow, and it tickled at his instincts. Perhaps they were ill, which would make them easy prey, and he silently padded over to the nearest stall with an occupant. Leaping up atop the door, he stood balanced on the thin ledge of wood as he eyed the black-feathered avian. It didn't appear ill, though its feathers were puffed out, and it turned a slightly glazed eye towards him. It wasn't until the bird fanned and lifted its tail with a soft, hopeful-sounding coo that he realized what was actually going on. The chocobo was in season, its cloaca swollen so that the red interior pulsed at its entrance, glistening with fluids that puddled beneath it. This must be a holding pen for females in heat so that they wouldn't be accidentally bred.

The red-furred felinoid spread his lips in a grin, and the bird just chirped at him and wiggled its rump, leaning slightly forward to give him an even clearer view. A deep inhale confirmed both his suspicions: female and needy. Well, if he couldn't satisfy one appetite, he might as well satisfy the other, which would take care of his aching balls for sure.

He leapt down into the stall, landing on the soft hay that covered the floor and padded towards the avian. Thankfully she wasn't too much larger than himself when squatting on the ground, and she seemed quite willing to accommodate him as he moved forward to take another sniff, feeling himself hardening so swiftly that his sheath exit was almost painfully stretched by the erection that burst forth. He gave a polite lick, which set the bird to squawking far more loudly as it thrust itself back at him. Eager to quiet it, and to slake his desires, he leapt onto its back, his forepaws hooking against its wings and his jaws clamping against the back of its neck. That shut the damn thing up, and he let his hind end do as it wanted. Predictably enough, it started humping, following his instincts to find a warm, wet hole to bury his engorged cock into, and that warm, wet hole was found quickly enough.

He wasted no time in slamming himself home, which made the bird give another loud squawk. It likely hadn't been prepared for the barbs that spread out behind the head of his shaft, though he doubted the canine-like knot at his base gave it much pause for concern. He'd seen the size of the eggs they laid, easily as large as his head, though it had a surprisingly tight grip as he pulled back. It let out another shrill cry despite clenching around him and thrusting back in attempt to keep him inside, and he bit a little harder. That earned him a soft, slightly reproachful cheep which he took as an apology. The chocobo tucked its head into its chest feathers, muffling itself as he began to pound it with abandon. It let out soft chirps and squeaks and squawks every time he pulled back, and he felt a growing growl rumbling his chest, mingling with a powerful purr, the tug and flick of his barbs sending shocks of pleasure up his spine. With as pent up as he had been, it didn't take long before his knot began to swell, and he was surprised once more to find that it wouldn't fit past the tight clench of the bird's cloaca around his shaft.

He wasn't settling for anything less than a full mating, though. He dug his claws into its side, which made it whimper, and put all the force he could into his thrusting, driving his knot against its entrance again and again until the female's flesh finally bowed to his will and accepted him. The bulge instantly ballooned the second it was surrounded, and he was glad that he had something in his mouth to mute his orgasmic roar as he dumped a seemingly endless load into his avian bitch. When he finally lay panting across her back, she turned her head back to preen at his head-fur, and he returned the affectionate gesture by grooming at her neck feathers with his tongue, apologetic for the spots of blood that he tasted. Then he turned to wait out the mating tie. He was eager for another round, his balls feeling not nearly emptied enough, but he knew it would take some time for him to pull free. It wasn't his first time breeding, but he had a feeling that it was going to be his most memorable. He had five other ready and willing hens, after all, and all night long to do everything he wanted to with them.

The End

Tags: Nanaki, Red XIII, Final Fantasy VII, FFVII, FF7, canine, feline, hybrid, knot, breeding, impregnation, chocobo, avian, bird, heat, in heat, estrus, knotting, cum in cloaca

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